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tokkibbang00 · 1 year

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SECRET SECRET - BANG CHAN (1 - It's Spring But Not Love)

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synopsis: seeing your unrequited first love was never on the list of things you have planned as you attended your high school friend's wedding. you and chris went a long way back during elementary, you never expected your beloved friend from high school to have befriended him during college. it's been 12 years since you have last seen each other and both of you have changed; things have changed. seeing him now also feels different, in a good way at least.

warnings: cursing and mentions of alcohol.

word count: 2152

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Rays of sunlight seeped through the trees as the sun started it's descent back to sleep. On the other hand, cherry blossoms were blooming and the garden was bustling with life; guests were being seated as they caught up with life and were telling stories about the groom and bride, while the said groom and bride's entourage were being assisted by the event coordinators to their places to walk down the aisle.

You held your phone to your left ear as you tried not to stumble walking on the soft patch of grass with your high wedges. You spot where your high school friends were seated and waved, walking towards them as you did.

“I swear to god, Y/N. If I don't see you here in the next hour, I'm going to cancel the wedding.”

You rolled your eyes at Minho's nagging voice over the phone. It wasn't new for you to hear the man's dramatic ass, this was just mild in your book of memories.

“Calm down, I'm already here. I'm not even part of the entourage walking down the aisle, Min.” You replied as you took a seat, “Besides, you love Erin too much to even cancel out. She'll smack you even if you tried.”

“It's not my fault that they decided to let Erin pick the bridesmaids and maid of honor while they gave me the groomsmen and best man.” You can feel the man was actually nervous just from his voice; he was probably bouncing in his holding room at the moment, trying to shake off his nerves.

“Hey! Jihyo is still on her way— Is that Minho?” Mina, who was seated at your right, asked you, you only nodded at her. She shook her head, chuckling.

“He's already getting married and he's still like how he was back in high school. You'd think Erin would've tamed him down a bit.” Seungmin added, he was seated on your left.

“She did tame him a bit, but no one could really stop him.” Felix said from beside Seungmin, purposefully making his voice a bit louder so that the latter on the phone could hear him.

“Tell those three that I heard them, I'm so glad I chose Jungkook and Mingyu as my groomsmen.” Minho said smugly.

The two men who were seated beside each other just huffed and Mina just rolled her eyes when she heard him.

“Anyways, go get ready. We're literally just here, the wedding's going to go smoothly. Don't worry.” You reassured him before the both of you came to an agreement and dropped the call.

The three that you were seated with started to converse with each other as you looked around.

It really did feel weird having to attend Minho's wedding, not in a bad way. You've known Minho ever since you guys were in your sophomore year in High School. It was you, him, Seungmin, Felix, Jungkook, Mingyu, Mina, Ryujin, Jihyo, and Somi. You were each other's back and bone despite the 2-3 year age difference with some of you. You've seen each other's ups and downs. It's no surprise that all of you have seen developments in your relationships, and achievements.

Besides seeing your friends, a bunch of your high school batchmates were here too. The last time you saw some of them was during Minho's 20th birthday party. Some got drunk and vomited on your arm, and you had to babysit half of them for the rest of the night. After a few years, you finally got to see them again at his wedding.

After observing your surroundings, you finally fell into your friends' conversation until the wedding started.

The sun has already set and Minho and Erin are now officially married.

Ryujin and Somi walked down the aisle with Mingyu and Jungkook, since they were part of the bridesmaids. Your two friends became friends with the bride during College and were the reason why Minho and Erin got together in the first place.

Minho cried when he saw Erin walk down the aisle, sun setting behind her back, its rays acting as a shining veil surrounding her presence. You would've cried too if you were in Minho's shoes. The both of them became even more emotional when they started reciting the vows they made themselves.

You and your group of friends let a few tears slip out during the wedding ceremony and the photo sessions, but of course, no one's telling Minho.

You're finally in the reception area, seated with your friends. The place wasn't that far from where the garden wedding was held. It was a huge open tent canopy out in the garden decorated with fairylights, decorative plants, and foliage.

Your table was near the bride and groom's family. It was decorated with fake vine pieces, leaves, and real cherry blossom petals. A few candles were placed in the middle, their lights flickering in the soft breeze that was passing through the area.

A cough coming from the speakers caught everyone's attention, pausing the laughter and conversations around the venue. Erin's older brother stood in the middle of the dance floor with a grin plastered on his face.

“Good evening, everyone! Most of you probably know me as Erin's brother, Eric. I'm here today as your host. Before anything, I ask our precious guests to please stand up to welcome the bride and groom with their entourage!”

Everyone stood up, dance music played in the background as you watched some of your friends enter from the flower arch entrance. Ryujin, Somi, Jungkook, and Mingyu made everyone laugh as they twerked as a group to Shut Up and Dance With Me in the middle of the dance floor when they entered.

Your eyes squint at the pair entering after your friends, the woman was one of Erin's cousins, Jamie. The man she was partnered up with looked familiar to you, if it weren't for the strobing lights and your friends asking you to take pictures of them and you as a group, you would've known who he was... You think. Something about the man's stature was familiar to you.

The entourage's entrance finished and it was time for the bride and groom. The newlyweds entered hand-in-hand. Erin changed to a more fitting silk white dress that hugged her body beautifully, and allowed her freer movement than her actual wedding dress. Minho still sported his black suit, but his hair was now slicked back; he looked neater too.

Wide grins were etched on their faces as they entered the dance floor. Eric finally introduced them, and nothing but love and happiness was radiating throughout the venue as all of you watched the couple.

Everyone was now finally seated, including the newly weds and their entourage. Some of the entourage were seated on the table beside yours, them being Jamie and her partner; the four closest to you hurriedly went to your table and got seated right after their grand entrance, finally able to catch up with everyone.

The reception continued with the small games for the couple and their guests. You and your friends still couldn't stop teasing Minho from your table. He could obviously see where you guys were; all your group received from him was an eyeroll and a scoff. It didn't go unnoticed by the table beside yours, earning a few chuckles from them.

It finally came time for the toast. Eric asked everyone to stand up to give a huge toast to the lovely couple. You held the champagne flute in your right hand, lifting it and taking a sip from it afterwards.

You finally got to see a glimpse of Jamie's partner as he clinked glasses with Felix who was seated beside you.

Eyes slightly widening as your chest tightened seeing the familiar smile on the man's face, finally getting your resolution as to why this man radiated this sense of familiarity. Your fingers slowly grip the glass' stem as your breathing becomes heavier.

Ryujin, who was seated on your other side, seemed to notice this. As she spoke up to ask if you were okay, you respond with a nod and a nervous smile. She was not at all convinced, but decided to just let you be, knowing you'd tell her about it at some point in the night.

The man you were looking at filled your head with memories from your childhood you thought you have forgotten. Could it really be him? The last time you saw him was during your middle school graduation. You remember the look of pity he had as he rejected the white rose you were planning on giving him as a congratulatory gift, you ran away from him before he could say anything more.

You were somewhat nervous about this. I guess it IS a small world, but what were the odds that he was here?

“Chris?” You call out, unsure. A small voice inside your head was hoping that it was him.

More memories with the man flooded your mind, and you can't help but cringe at how stupidly you expressed what you felt towards him.

He finally turns around, head tilting in confusion as he hears his name, that is, until his eyes meet yours.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your chest tightens once again as he locks eyes with you, a grin slowly forming.

There he is, Christopher Bahng. Your unrequited first love that never looked your way. His grey suit hugging his build and hair slicked back neatly with new piercings adorning his ear.

He's changed.

He's grown.

And yet, he's still beautiful.

His jaw and cheekbones were more defined. His dimples were deeper. His smile still had that boyish charm that would sweep any person off of their feet, but it was manlier, more confident.

His eyes were the same, but brighter, the sides crinkling as he smiled at you.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Your friends seemed to have noticed the interaction, and trained their eyes on both of you.

You nod at Chris, making him smile even wider, placing his champagne flute back on his table. He takes a few steps towards you, shimmying through the chairs and excusing himself from Felix (which the boy didn't mind, as he found this reunion amusing).

He opens his arms a bit for a hug, which you nervously accept. You close your eyes, inhaling slowly before patting his back and pulling away from him. You hoped he didn't feel the pounding of your heart in your chest.

Chris was surprised.

He was just making acquaintances with the man beside him before he heard someone calling his name, seeing you.

The long black hair he remembered you sporting back in middle school was long gone, and was now replaced by a textured pixie cut that framed your face. You've also dyed it lighter. Your dress was flowing beautifully and it emphasized your frame.

He also noticed you were wearing high wedges. He chuckled, remembering that you hated heels or anything high when you were younger.

When he hugged you, he got a good look at your face. Your features were more defined, but your eyes were still the same and familiar to him.

Your round bright eyes looked back at him in shock as he gave you a smile, “Hey, how have you been? It's been a while, yeah?”

“Definitely. It's been what, 11? 12 years?”

He pulls his chair near yours, as everyone takes their seats, waiting for food to be served.

“I haven't seen you in so long! You just missed the middle school reunion just a week ago. Remember Hyunjin?” He asks, your friends still watching; they dove back into their own conversations a little while later.

How could you not remember Hyunjin? The man always stayed at your place for weeks. You were closest with him until you lost contact when you had to move schools.

“I barely had contact with anyone when high school came, Chris. Besides, you guys were always together. I'm not surprised that you stayed close.”

“Well, change is inevitable, but there are some things that stay the same.”

You took a glance at him, and you can't deny it; he's right.

“I'm surprised you still remember me.” You say jokingly, earning a scoff from Chris.

“Of course, I'm too smart to ever forget you.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Still cocky as ever, huh?”

He winks at you in a joking manner. You brush it off and ignore the heat that was creeping up your cheeks. Before he could even say anything, the food was served.

“We'll continue this conversation later,” he tells you, before turning back to his table and focusing his attention to the food.

You turn back to your table and are greeted by a bunch of looks from your friends.

“Spill.” Jihyo says, arms crossed, and a teasing smile etched on her face.

Dinner ended and so did your whole backstory about you and Chris. Of course, your friends didn't let you hear the end of it, poking jokes at you when they had the chance to do so.

“See, Y/N? Fate really does hate you. Look at the irony of you meeting your first love, who rejected you, by the way... In a wedding.” Jungkook teased, you rolled your eyes and threw one of the grapes from the table at him. The group laughed as it hit him straight on his nose.

“Lower your voice, will you? He's literally just at the table beside us.” You said, glancing at your back.

Chris was crouched down to one of the flower girls who was seated at their table. She was showing him how to make crane origami with the paper on their table. You watched as his smile grew when making one with her. You couldn't help but smile too.

“Are you trying to make him melt?”

You turned back to your table to see your friends back in their own little conversations. But Felix, on the other hand, was smirking while looking at you.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You literally zoned out for 17 seconds just looking at him.” He responded, taking a sip from his wine glass.

You shook your head at him, taking a sip from your glass too. “I was looking at the cranes. I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Sure, and denial is a river in Egypt.”

Felix gave you a knowing look. You've been friends with him ever since freshman year in high school. He knows you like the back of his hand. Even during college, the both of you still stuck together; going to the same college and both majoring in production design. He's seen the drama and relationships you've had.

“Look, Lix. Nothing even happened between Chris and I back in middle school. At most, I had a crush on him—”

“A crush on him?”

“Yes—”

“The way you look and talk about him doesn't make it look like it was just a crush.” Felix chuckled, finding it amusing how you tried to reply but only sputtered out words trying to reason out your actions.

“Fine. Whatever happened, happened. Go on now, the guy has been waiting to talk to you.” He said, after your rambling.

You looked at him confused.

“I didn't tell you anything, but he's been glancing at you throughout our whole conversation.”

You turned your head to look at the direction Felix was pointing at, and he was right. You caught Chris glancing at your direction. By the way he sheepishly smiled at you and waved, you knew he wasn't supposed to get caught.

Felix snickered, rolling his eyes at the cheesy sight. He suddenly gave you a little nudge, urging you to go talk to him.

Before you say anything to Felix, Eric's voice rang from the speakers. “Enjoy the night while it's young! The bar is now open and so is the dance floor! Have a good one everyone!”

To be fair, you did have the urge to talk to him. You just feel like you don't really have anything to talk about with Chris. It's not like you were that close back then. He was simply a classmate that you were with ever since 1st Grade. The both of you were always in the same class but were never in the same friend groups, but you did have mutual friends.

You chugged down the champagne in your hand before placing the empty flute back on your table. You looked at Felix and the wine in his hand; he only looked at you confused.

“What are you planning on— Hey! That's mine!”

Before Felix could say anything more, you snatched the glass from his hand and chugged its contents.

“You know, alcohol isn't going to help you at all.” He said.

You turned your back at him, “Watch me.”

You walked towards Chris, who was waiting for his turn at the bar.

Chris was waiting to get his hands on the caramel beer that Minho was bragging about. He was planning on letting loose tonight. He just graduated university and he hasn't really celebrated properly with Minho; the man was busy planning his wedding.

Feeling a presence beside him, he looks beside him and sees you standing there. You were smiling at him and he couldn't help but break into one too.

“You here for the famous beer?” You asked him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Well, how did you know?”

“We always have this when we meet-up. He ordered a bunch of kegs from the bar we go to, just for tonight.”

Chris nodded in understanding. He's curious as to how you and Minho knew each other. He didn't really think that he'd see you here.

When he noticed that no one was really ordering anymore, he leaned on the counter, getting ready to order. Before he could say anything though, you knocked on the countertop and the guy behind the bar turned his attention to you.

“Two caramel beers, please.” You said, the guy smiled at you and nodded. A few seconds later, he gave you two pint glasses of what you ordered. You turned to Chris and gave one to him.

“So, did you really want to talk to me or did you really just come up to me to take my place in line?” He asked you, a teasing tone etched in his question. He took the glass from you and led you to a spacious area near the bar to prevent the both of you from holding the line.

“Just wanted the beer, that's all.” You said jokingly.

Chris held out his drink for you and you clinked glasses with him. You drink some of it faster than you expected. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since you chugged down two glasses of wine.

“I didn't know you're that kind of person now Miss Y/N.”

A small smirk formed on your face before you chuckled, “Mr. Christopher Bahng, I'll let you know that a lot has changed the past twelve years.”

a/n: sorry it took a while for me to post the first chapter. my friends and my boyfriend have been getting me out of bed and are pushing me to go outside more. it's also finals week in my college and i'm barely done with my academic requirements because i've been writing fanfics and making music that has nothing to do with my subjects. :D anyways, i hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! thank you for taking time to read my story/stories <3 i always appreciate the likes, feedback, and reblogs! taglist is open and my requests are selective at the moment, but feel free to talk to me or chat me <33

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Here Comes The Sun 1/3

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Summary: Peter Parker doesn't do dates. He doesn't crush on anyone. And that's definitely not happening with the latest person May has set him up with. Little Miss Sunshine is just so confusing, so baffling, that the only way Peter can figure her out is by spending more time with her. That's all that's happening. Right?

Warnings: AFAB!reader, language, mention of depression (will get more explicit later on).

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Peter Parker did not want to go on this date.

He didn't do dates. Or dating. Or relationships. And that was an active choice he made.

If no one was let in, no one could get hurt. More importantly, he couldn’t get hurt. And after everything Peter had been through, that was what mattered. When you literally lose the love of your life, the idea of facing heartbreak again was far from entrancing.

Besides, he had a whole schedule set up and in full swing. He’d stop by his favorite local coffee shop, work in the lab, and then at night he’d go on patrol to keep New York City safe. It was a good routine, it was his routine. To outsiders, it may seem that he wasn’t making any time for himself, but that was far from true. He was doing exactly what he wanted to do: get by in his day to day life and invest in being Spider-Man.

This routine had been going on for quite some time now. Which was why Peter was so stumped that May wouldn’t stop bringing up this girl. She's so lovely. She's so sweet. She's very smart. I'd think you'd really like her Peter.

They could be a walking goddess for all Peter cared. He wasn't interested. He was set in his routine and dating did not fit into it. He made sure of it.

And yet, May wouldn't stop bringing her up. She would have found that joke of your's funny, she's pretty clever. Very lovely girl.

Peter was sick of hearing about her. He had started learning how to say "no" to May in different languages to keep himself entertained. He had definitely crawled up the wall multiple times, focusing on a cobweb that just couldn't seem to go away.

And yet, here he was. Getting ready for a date for the alleged woman of the hour. He fumbled with the tie a few more times before giving up, yanking it from his collar. Did people even wear ties for a first date? It seemed like a lot. And why should he do a lot for this date?

He threw the tie in his closet. A button up and jeans would have to do. He didn't even know where they were going. May had offered him the girl's phone number so they could plan. Peter said that the very lovely girl could plan it herself and pick him up.

He was hoping that would be enough to scare the girl off. Nope, apparently she loved planning.

Peter looked at the time on his phone. It was five minutes past when May told him the girl would arrive at his apartment. He didn't mind-he already had a reason not to go on a second date. He just needed a few more so May wouldn't pester him when he told her there would be no second date.

A soft but firm knock came from the entrance door. Peter slowly got up, stopping along the way to put a glass away, check his unkempt hair (he didn't even bother to shave) and slip on his shoes. Maybe she would leave after he made her wait for so long.

When he opened the door, he thought his plan had worked. But then he heard a soft humming noise and looked down. There was his date, kneeled down, tying the shoelace of their yellow sneaker. Curls cascaded over their face, concealing it. Peter was surprised they were able to see anything with all that hair.

He cleared his throat. Their long nimble hands finished tying a bow before looking up, pushing their hair out of the way.

"You must be Peter! Hi!"

He felt like he stared at her for an eternity. There was just so much to take in. He could already tell she was a lot.

The way her curls framed her face. The way her nose and the corner of her eyes crinkled up when she smiled. Her eyes.

Peter didn't know it was possible for eyes to shine that bright.

When she stood up, he noticed how she barely came up to his shoulders. The rust colored cardigan she had over her dress almost came down to her knees.

She introduced herself. The name was as sweet as her voice. But not sickeningly so. It was smooth but firm. It was grounding.

Grounding until Peter snapped himself out of whatever haze he had been pulled in. So what if she was the walking portrayal of winsome? He reminded himself that he was going on a date with her, a date he did not nor ever wanted. His eyes diverted away from her, focusing on a stain that had plagued the wall in the hallway longer than he had been alive.

"Huh?" Was all he could say when he heard her voice again.

“I said, I have something for you," She stood on the tip of her toes in an attempt to get her vivid eyes to meet Peter’s.

"You…y-you have something for me?" Did people do that now on dates? Was he supposed to have a gift for her? Not that he would. Why would he bring a gift for someone he didn't know?

She nodded her head and picked up her backpack that had been laying on the floor. She unzipped it and shuffled through until she pulled out

"S-sunflowers?" Peter stared at the bouquet she was holding out to him. They were yellow and orange. Some of the flowers were bent, probably from sitting in her backpack. And yet, she wasn't embarrassed by it. That charming smile remained.

"Yeah, they're my favorite! May said it's been a while since you've been on a date, so I thought you'd enjoyed these! Make you less nervous," She explained.

"I-I'm not nervous," He said, shoving his hands into his pocket as a scowl appeared on his face. Who did she think she was? Assuming just because he hasn't been on a first date in who knows when, that he must be nervous. He wasn't nervous. He just was having a hard time breathing steadily due to her intoxicating perfume. And he didn't look at her because he knew that annoying smile would be on her face.

"Well, even if you're not nervous, you are supposed to take them," She extended her arm, putting the flowers closer to Peter's face. He turned his head in the other direction.

"I….I don't have a vase," He mumbled, "So you can keep 'em."

"I figured that might be the case," she kneeled down, looking through her backpack again, "So I brought you this!"

She held out a mason jar.

"You kinda have to take 'em now," she whispered, a small giggle escaping her lips at the end.

Peter found his hands reaching out, grabbing the items from her quickly. Without thinking, he pressed his nose into the flowers, inhaling their scent.

He couldn't tell, but his eyes had soften and a small smile made it's way across his face.

Little Miss Sunshine (as he already dubbed her) noticed.

"You wanna fill the jar with some water and put them in there? Then we can get going!"

Right. Get going on the date he didn't want to be on. Maybe he could get her to cut the date short. Wouldn't be the first time. May had tried to set Peter up with many men and women over the last ten years. And Peter had been able to convince all of them not to follow up with a second date. It had worked out pretty well-it had been years since May tried to set him up again.

Until this one came along.

He hastily poured some water in the jar and placed the flowers there. He could feel her eyes burning into his back.

"Let's get this over with," he mumbled just loud enough for her to hear as he locked the door to his apartment.

She chuckled, "You don't even know what we're doing yet!"

Her reaction caught him off guard. He made eye contact, desperate to study her face to get an idea of what she was thinking.

Her face was relaxed. The corners of her mouth were slightly turned upwards. Was she smirking at him? Did she find what he said funny?

"What, you have an itinerary or something?" He remarked as they stepped into the elevator.

She titled her head back to let out a laugh. She was laughing. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to find him rude and curt and annoying. The fact she found him funny was infuriating.

She looked at him, putting a hand over her heart, "I am, honored, that you think I'm that organized," there was a cheekiness in her voice, something Peter did not expect, "But no. In fact, I didn't know what we were doing until I woke up this morning."

"Wow, sounds like you were super excited for this date," Peter's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Says the guy who told me I could plan the whole thing," she paused, "Which-by the way- you can't complain about. You gave me full reign."

"This isn't inspiring a lot of confidence in what we're doing."

"I mean, I figured you wouldn't have much confidence no matter what we did. May told me how she's tried to set you up before and how that's gone." Peter was thrown off by her words. The last thing he expected from this annoying ball of sunshine was anything remotely close to being called out.

"Sounds like you already have me figured out."

"I have a few ideas," she looked up, her eyes narrow and her smile sly, "But it's much too early in the date to start sharing that. Figured we can save it after the farmer's market."

The elevator dinged, alerting them that they had reached the ground floor.

"We're going to a farmer's market?" He asked as she stepped outside the elevator. He quickly followed her, reminding himself to slow down because the last thing he needed to look like was eager.

"I figured it would be a good first date! Lots of things happening that we can talk about when we don't want to talk about ourselves, but not overstimulating. You also have a ton of options with food if we get hungry," she explained.

Peter hated that she was right. It was a good first date idea. Much better than bowling or sitting at some stuffy restaurant. But he couldn't let her know that.

"I mean…yeah, if it's a good farmer's market," he remarked, shoving his hands in his pockets again.

"Are you an expert on farmer markets? May told me you don't really go out," she replied, the small smile remaining on her face.

Peter stopped walking, all but gawking. Who the hell was he with? He couldn't detect any annoyance in her voice or body language. Her voice was firm and even. Which was funny considering how uneven he felt just by being in her presence.

She stopped, spinning around to face him. She studied his face before speaking.

"Look, before we leave, I'm just going to make it clear," She paused, "I am not forcing you to go on this date."

"Excuse me?"

She continued, "you just have to tell me and we'll end this. But I'm not keeping you hostage, okay? So quit acting like I am. We're grown ass adults, if you don't want to go, just say it."

Her voice was stern and her eyes were narrowing in on him. How was it that her voice was still steady even when she was mad?

"Are you coming or not?" Little Miss Sunshine was giving him an out. He could tell her no and go back up to his apartment, where he would stay until it was time for patrolling.

That's what he wanted, right?

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"So….why did you bring me sunflowers?" Peter asked.

He couldn't say no. He tried, but the words couldn't come out. She had a point. He had plenty of chances to cancel this date. He could have called May and told her something came up. Or that he just didn't want to go.

It was all Sunshine's fault. Peter didn't understand how she could be that content and calm while calling him out. How she could look timid and demure, but had no issue swearing.

He wanted to study her. Yes, that was it. His scientist side was coming out. He was just curious about her and how she worked.

No other reason.

"They're my favorite flowers!" She said, looking up from the hand-made soaps.

"Why did you bring me them if it's your favorite?" He asked. Wouldn't roses have sufficed? What was she trying to say with her stupid flowers?

The ray of sunshine smiled, “I just was hoping it would bring you as much joy as it has me. Plus, when I asked May, she said she didn't know."

"Do you smile like that all the time?" He asked. The smile remained on her lips, but her eyes hardened. She walked up to him, looking up to make eye contact.

"There were two solid years of my life where I didn't smile. After a lot of therapy and medication, I enjoy smiling now. So I like to do it a lot. Again, you can leave anytime you want," she patted his shoulder.

"I….I…" he wasn't expecting that. At all.

"Something I remind my students is not to make assumptions. You should try it," she paused, her eyes scanning the vendors, "I'm going to check out the produce at this stand over here. You can join me if you want!"

He followed her. Peter couldn't see due to all of Miss (not always but for 95% of the time) Sunshine's curls, but it felt like she was smirking?

He could leave. She's reminded him of that several times now. All with a smile on her face. Was that what she wanted? He couldn't give her what she wanted then. He had to stay. That was it.

Her remark caught him off guard. Peter felt ashamed for making such an assumption. In a way, he felt more respect for her. At least she didn't pretend to be perfect.

Peter watched her as she looked over the produce. She mentioned something about cooking a new dish this week and needed basil.

Her brows were knitted in deep concentration as she looked through the bundles of basil. He noticed how her nose was scrunched up in concentration as she looked through the bundle she picked up. She made a sour face and put it back. The face was probably the cutest thing Peter had seen.

Peter quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts. What was he doing? What was he thinking?

Well, he could admit she was cute. Sunshine could be cute and that was all he would find her.

"So you're a scientist?" Peter looked up from the BPA-free, dishwasher safe, homemade dog toys. How many toys could people have for their pet?

"Yeah, I'm a medical scientist. We help run conclusions on medical studies. It's nothing," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"That's really cool! And important," she paused, "I'll have to tell my students about that. They love learning about the different jobs you can have."

"What do you teach?" He knew May had told him this piece of information at least ten times. In Peter's defense, he didn't think he would ever end up meeting her.

"I teach first grade. So six going on seven year olds." Peter couldn't help but smile. The best part of his 'job' as Spiderman was getting to interact with children. And he'd be lying if he said that wasn't his favorite age.

"Must be fun," was all he could say. He was afraid if he said anything more, she might think he was interested, that he enjoyed listening to her talk. Which was totally not the case. Like, at all.

"It is! I mean, some days they drive you up the wall," she let out a laugh, "But they are really sweet. They still enjoy-"

"The little things?" Peter didn't mean to interrupt. But it was the reason why he enjoyed that age group so much, "They also ask a ton of questions. But sometimes those questions are just like….wow, I never thought of that. How did someone who can't even ride in the front seat of a car think of that?"

She nodded her head, barely able to contain her excitement. Peter could feel the warmth radiating from her face.

"Yes! That's…..that's exactly why it's my favorite grade to teach," She paused, "Plus, if you can handle twenty-three of them, you can handle one or two of your own."

They got in line to pay for the produce. She looked back at Peter and smiled.

"Do you want kids of your own someday?" She asked.

"W-what?"

"Kids. Do you want them?" She asked again before turning around to pay the cashier.

"That's kinda a loaded question, don't ya think?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Not really. We're both in our late twenties, you more than me-"

"By like two years," Peter retorted, rolling his eyes at how she was making it out to be that he was ten years older than her.

"So you did remember something about me!" She exclaimed.

"I…..uh yeah, I did," he could feel his face getting warmer, "I mean, age is an important thing to know. Don't want someone too young or too old."

"So you do want someone?" She said, winking at him. Peter opened his mouth, trying to say no and yet finding no coherent words coming out of his mouth. His head felt fuzzy, he felt warm all over. Was he suffering from the heat? Was a heatstroke possible when it wasn't summer?

"You don't have to answer that question. That….that was a loaded question, I'll admit it," she said, reassuring him, "So do you want kids or not?"

Peter let out a small laugh, "One loaded question for ano-"

"I think you'd make a great father." It was then he noticed how close she was. She barely came up to his shoulder and had to tilt her head up to make eye contact. In the back of his mind, there were several short jokes he could make. And yet, all he could get out was-

"Huh?"

He felt like a teenager again with his sudden lack of ability to speak.

"When you started talking about kids, your whole face lit up. You were excited and happy. That's how you should feel about kids if you want them."

Her hands gently went up to his collar, fixing it. Peter froze when he felt her fingers graze across his neck. They were soft and warm.

"Sorry," she said, except she wasn't sorry because she still had on that sickeningly sweet smile, "it was bothering me."

Peter didn't know what to focus on. How soft her hands were. How the scent of lavender was flooding his nostrils. Or what she had just said earlier. She was overwhelming.

Miss Sunshine had moved onto a flower stand. Peter quickly followed behind her (a reoccurring theme he already hated).

"So…..do you want kids?" He found himself asking. She smiled and nodded her head.

"Ever since I was a kid." Peter felt the same way. Not that he would admit that to her. She didn't need to know that.

"Is that why you teach kids?" Why was he asking questions? It didn't matter, it wasn't like he was going to see her again after this date.

"I like teaching because I like helping kids and watching them grow," her voice dropped to a whisper, "And between you and me, I fucking hate working with adults."

Before he could stop himself, Peter let out a laugh. "That's the nice thing about being a scientist-you deal with data more than people."

She threw her head back and laughed. Peter felt warm all over when he heard it. He had heard it before, but something about knowing his joke was the reason behind it made him feel….pride?

He definitely was suffering from some kind of heat stroke.

"You have a wonderful smile. You should show it more," She grinned.

His cheeks felt hot. He was definitely suffering some kind of heatstroke.

"Its pretty hot outside," He commented, focusing on the bouquet of roses. He was pretty sure if he looked at her, his face would become redder than the flowers.

"It's a crisp seventy degrees," She commented, "There's a coffee shop nearby. We can go there to get a drink?"

"The one on Fifth Street?" Peter asked. When she nodded her head, he began shaking his, "No. That place overcharges you and their coffee is bitter as hell. I know a way better place. We just have to take the subway."

"Lead the way, Mr. Coffee Master," she said, gripping onto the straps of her backpack. For someone so short, she could walk surprisingly fast.

Just another thing about her that made no sense to Peter.

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Peter was already regretting this decision.

First of all, Miss Sunshine was so damn small he had to grab her hand so she wouldn't get lost at the station. And it was stupidly soft and fit perfectly into his hand. Why did she have to be so short?

As well as distracting! They had been on the subway for nearly three stops when Peter noticed he was still holding her hand. If she hadn't been talking about the academicization of the early primary grades so passionately, he would have noticed much sooner.

That was the other thing he was currently hating. Because it was Saturday and everyone and their mothers' were out, he and the petite ray had to stand stupidly close to one another. Her shoulder brushed up against Peter. Peter was pretty sure if she laid down her head, it would rest directly on his chest, right over his heart.

Not that he was thinking about that.

"....so to answer your question, that's why nap time doesn't exist in kindergarten anymore!" She finished. The sweet smell of lavender was flooding his nostrils due to how close she was.

"That….really explains it. Also kinda makes me glad I didn't go into teaching?" He said, unsure of the last bit. Being a double major, he would only have to do a few things in order to teach biology or chemistry. Peter had thought about it a few times.

"What would you have taught?" She asked, "Like what age group?"

"Bio or chem. And probably high school." Why was he telling her this? He never told anyone this, not even May.

"Oh fuck me," she retorted, shuddering at the thought. Peter was trying not to turn red from the……connotation of her words.

"Sorry, you couldn't pay me enough to teach that age group. They're wild," Sunshine explained.

"I think I could handle it," He shrugged his shoulders.

"You would make a great teacher," it was the way she was sincere when she said it. When she said all of her compliments for him. Maybe it was the fact he wasn't used to being complimented on a date.

The train came to a sudden, screeching stop. She lunged forward, straight into Peter. Out of instinct, Peter put a leg back and gripped her back.

The two both froze, neither one wanting to look at each other. Her hair was tickling his chin and it was soft and smelled like coconuts and fuck she was looking at him. She was staring at him with those big beautiful eyes and-

"I….think this is our stop?" She said. Peter nodded his head, his hands dropping to his sides. Why was his heart beating so fast, he had caught plenty of people before-

Maybe he was coming down with the flu. Granted, that would be odd as he rarely got sick thanks to his enhanced immunity. But that had to be it.

Peter stopped, looking around quickly as he just realized he didn't know where she was. If he lost her, May would never hear the end of it.

His eyes quickly found her standing by the side, listening to a half decent musician play. Peter made his way through the sea of people. He tapped her shoulder, making her turn around.

She still had that big annoying smile on her face.

"Hold my hand," Peter demanded, reaching his hand out. Her eyes widened. She was taken aback.

"If I lose you, May will never let me hear the end of it," He explained.

"I can walk fast," she grinned.

"You get distracted," He remarked back.

"I like to stop and smell the roses."

"I like to get where I'm going.

"I like holding your hand, so let's go!" She grabbed his hand, almost skipping her way in front of him.

With the way her curls were cascading down and the flowers peeking out of her backpack, Peter wished he could photograph-

Wait, did she just say she liked holding his hand? And why did he want to take a picture of her? He hadn't photographed anyone since…..

Maybe one of the new weekly villains had created some type of gas that made you think the most ridiculous things. That made more sense.

He increased his pace so that he was right beside her rather than behind.

"Did you just say you like holding my hand back there?" Peter asked. While his voice was pure confusion, his face was turning bright red again.

Must be a rash or skin irritation.

"Yes," She paused, "I know you're not ready to admit it, so don't worry about it."

"It's not …I am….I am not…y-you're-" Peter had to stop so many times, worried that what he might say would convey the wrong message.

"Right?" Peter snorted at her remark. That was pretty cocky of her to assume.

Wasn't it obvious that she was overwhelming and he didn't want to be here?

She stopped walking to look at him, "Then let go of my hand."

She was trying to stare him down. Peter pursed up his lips, trying to stare her down.

He was still holding her hand.

"Look, if I had one of those kid leashes, I would put it on you. I am not enjoying," he held up their connected hands, "This!"

"Okay, sure." she didn't look convinced at all, which Peter hated.

But the last thing he wanted to deal with was May badgering him about how he lost his date. And while Peter may be close to thirty, he did not want to deal with that.

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"So….what do you think of it?" Miss Sunshine asked, raising her eyebrows up and down.

The two were walking out of the coffee shop. Peter had made a face when she put in her order. When asked about said face, Peter claimed there's no way a honeyed lavender iced latte with oat milk could actually taste good.

So she insisted he try it.

Peter took another long sip. "It's alright," he deadpanned.

She laughed, "Is that why you took three long sips?"

"Three sips is the exact amount you need to determine if something tastes good. The first sip is just exposure. The second sip, you know what to expect but are still determining if you like it or not. You're still not sure yet. Especially with coffee, you know they put a ton of flavoring all at the bottom so it's not accurate. The third sip is the sip that determines if you like it or not," he explained, keeping a serious look on his face.

Well, almost serious. There was a gleam in his eyes as he looked at her.

She covered her mouth, trying (and failing) to conceal her laughter. It was a cute sight, with her shining eyes and the long sleeve of her cardigan that covered most of her hand.

He motioned to her bag that was now filled with produce, flowers, and other trinkets from the farmers market, "You got everything you needed?"

She looked at her bag, admiring the flowers she had brought, "I did!"

"So is the reason we went to the farmer's market so you could actually get to know me or so you could do your grocery shopping?" He asked, a smirk on his face. His tone had softened considerably compared to when they first met.

"Maybe it was a little bit of both," She said slyly. She went back to sipping her just alright coffee.

"So where are we going next? The Laundromat?" He asked. She giggled again. Peter was put off by how she laughed at his snarky comments, instead of rolling her eyes or getting offended.

"You sure have a lot of opinions on the locations people pick for first dates," she commented.

Peter shrugged, "it's not my fault I know the best spots."

"So where are we going for our second date?"

"Easy. The night market." It was so obvious. It had music and great food. It was similar to the farmer's market, minus the twelve different soap stands.

"I've never been," She shrugged. Peter balked.

"I'm sorry, you've been living in New York for how long now?" She giggled at his judgement.

"If you listened to May, you would know the answer to that," She remarked.

"Or you can just tell me now," he remarked back.

"Or I can tell you when we go to the night market," She wiggled her eyebrows, "Or you can just ask May and admit that you weren't listening to her."

"You know my Aunt."

"I do. My Aunt is best friends with her. My Aunt attended your bar mitzvah." She inched closer to him, her sweet scent filling the air around him.

"So you know what would happen if I admitted I wasn't listening to her." She just nodded her head.

Peter crossed his arms and looked down at her, "Are you…..I feel like you're extorting me or something. Like you're blackmailing me into going on another date with you."

She crossed her arms, mimicking Peter, "I mean, it's not like you're going to admit that you want to go on a second date with me."

"That is not true! You free Tuesday? Because that's when the next Night Market happens and we're going so I can figure out how you have failed at being a New Yorker."

"So it's a date?"

"Yes, it's a date!" Peter's eyes widened.

Oh God what did he just say? What did he just say?

Most importantly, did he hit his head this morning? Maybe it happened while he was taking a shower.

"Alright, but this time we're exchanging numbers. Well, more like I'm giving you my number. I already got your's from May," she said as she looked through her backpack.

"And you didn't text me?"

"I didn't realize you wanted me to text you," she looked up grinning.

Oh God, Peter needed to shut up now. His mouth and brain had clearly disconnected because the words he was saying to her were not what he meant.

She held up a marker and took his hand. She began writing down a series of number on his wrist.

"You know, you could just text me," Peter told her as she wrote on his hand.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't know it's me."

"I'd know if it was you," Peter found himself mumbling.

After some bickering (mainly from Peter, Miss Sunshine over here just kept smiling and giggling at his comments), the two parted ways.

As he walked home, Peter found himself tracing the numbers on his wrist more times than he wanted to admit.

Obviously, he was suffering from some kind of concussion. Therefore, this whole date didn't count. So it was okay that they were going on another date.

Yeah, that was it.

Nothing more.

Right?

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Like The Stars Pt. 3

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, sex lessons au, friends to lovers

Word Count: ~8,2k

Includes: high school seniors (everyone is legal of age); canon bisexual mc; side characters donghyuck, renjun, and karina; profanities; obviously, sex lessons; kind of a slow burn; mc is not as oblivious and innocent anymore?; does mc unconsciously have praise kink? she might; protected sex!!

Summary: you'd had a crush on renjun for as long as you could remember, but your lack of experience always stopped you from taking the first step; it's a good thing you have your trusted friend jaemin to help you out

Author's note: i’d like to use the moment to say that pt.1 is already at 1000+ and pt.2 is at 500+ and i really wanna thank all of you for reading so far! it means so much that so many people like it and that there are so many of you that keep up with the story, i hope that you will enjoy this one too !! <33 on a lighter note tho, time is relative so once again, pretend you understand the time skips plz

“Princess, let’s go on a date.”

You’d been on the phone with Jaemin for the past half an hour, discussing an imaginary future where the world was ruled by dogs and arguing which breeds would hold the highest positions. The sudden drop of such a question was enough to have your brain short-circuiting for a second until you realized the meaning of the words.

“A date?” you asked, still too dumbfounded to respond.

“Yeah, a date,” he repeated with a soft chuckle but you could hear a slight awkwardness in the sound. Something in your chest fluttered. “We’ve literally been having sex for like three months now, might as well go on an official date or something.”

It sounded like it made sense. And at the same time, it absolutely didn’t. Your sex lessons with Jaemin had nothing to do with romance and feelings, and while you did start hanging out a lot because of them, an actual date really sounded way too distant from the nature of your relationship.

But then your mind took a turn towards the warmth that spread in your chest every time he complimented you, the way you looked forward to any and every moment you could spend with him alone, the way you’d started seeing him differently - he was not just one of your best friends anymore, in the sense that he meant more. Suddenly, a suspicion started growing in you at that realization.

“Y/N? You still there? You can just say no, y’know…” Jaemin coughed awkwardly on the other side of the line.

“Okay, let’s do it,” you said instead.

“Wait-” Jaemin sounded genuinely surprised, and honestly you were too. “Are you for real?” he asked and you couldn’t help but think that his voice sounded hopeful.

“Yeah, sure, I’m up for that,” you confirmed, nibbling on your lower lip. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Just stay where you are,” he said, a bit too obviously excited. The thought made the unfamiliar fluttering in your chest appear again. “I’ll come get you in, like, an hour.”

Next thing you knew, the call had dropped. You stared at the screen of your phone for a moment as the call screen disappeared and made way to your home screen. A photo of you and Jaemin. He’d been the one to take it, in celebration of putting up all the stars on your wall and he’d also been the one to set it as your wallpaper but you never thought of changing it. Looking at his smile made you happy every time you unlocked your phone.

Maybe that’s something you should have realized sooner.

Your mind was buzzing as you got ready for your date with Jaemin. You were supposed to be in love with Renjun, so why was this date with Jaemin making you so nervously excited? You tried to imagine what it would be like if you were going out with Renjun instead but for some reason that didn’t feel right.

Deciding you should owe it to the fact that they are two different people and it felt unfair to spend a whole day with someone while imagining what it would be like to be with another person, you finished up picking your outfit and waited for Jaemin to arrive.

“Pretty flowers for a pretty girl?” Jaemin grinned as you opened the door. Your gaze shifted down to a bouquet in his outstretched arm.

“Daisies?” you raised your eyebrows, chucking. “I do appreciate the uniqueness but that’s kind of an odd choice, no?”

“Yeah, uh,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and chuckled, “a granny on the street gave them to me and she was so sweet I just couldn’t say no.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh softly as you took the small bouquet from him and brought it inside to put in a vase. You could easily believe the grandma story, but a little part of you melted at the idea that maybe he could have actually gotten out of his way to get you flowers. You did your best to disregard the thought for the time being and walked out again.

“So where are we going exactly, Romeo?” you asked, hooking your arm around his with a smile.

“Does it have to be Romeo exactly?” he asked, sounding a little concerned. “I don’t really feel like dying yet.”

“Sure, sure, be whoever you want,” you shook your head dismissively, in a quite childish manner honestly. “I just wanna know what we’re doing today.”

“You’ll see soon enough,” he smiled and you whined in response. “Come on, it’s not like I could come up with anything that spectacular on the spot, at least let me have the element of surprise with it.”

“First of all, don’t act like I’ve not been a witness to the extent to which you’re willing to go to impress a girl you like,” you huffed, trying to cross your arms despite the fact that they were still wrapped around one of his. “And sure, this may be a kinda-not-really-a-date date but I will be genuinely offended if you just took me to the convenience store and got me a lollipop or something.”

“Well shit, can we go sit on that bench over there, I need to come up with a new date idea real quick,” he grinned and you hated the fact that you almost believed he could have been planning to do just that. “Relax, it’s at least a little bit better than that.”

You couldn’t make up your mind on whether that sounded reassuring or not. You decided to just trust him for now. With a quiet huff, you unwrapped your arms from his and instead decided on intertwining your fingers with his, which earned you a surprised glance and a sweet smile as his hold on your hand tightened. Some goddamn butterflies in your stomach seemed to come alive at that.

The walk seemed both too long for your curiosity, and yet quite short once you reached your supposed destination - one of the city parks.

“I didn’t know there’s a fair going on here,” you said as you took in the stalls offering anything from sweet corn to trinkets and games like duck fishing and shooting. There was even a carousel and a small Ferris wheel.

“Yeah, I found out randomly and I thought you might like it so I really wanted to bring you here,” Jaemin smiled. Then his smile seemed to waver a little as he added: “Of course, if you completely hate it and that was a dumb idea, we can do something else instead…”

You quickly shook your head and looked at him, eyes shining as you smiled.

“No, it’s perfect,” you reassured him. “I haven’t been to one of these in a while, let’s go look around!”

The first stop you dragged Jaemin to was a cotton candy stall. You watched with almost child-like fascination as the owner rolled the cotton into a blue flower for the kid in line before you, bouncing a little on your heels excitedly.

“Which color do you want, princess?” Jaemin asked as your turn came and he pulled out his wallet. You would have argued but you knew there wasn’t much of a point with him.

“Pink,” you said instead, a smile curving your lips when the stall owner started working on your cotton candy.

Soon enough you were holding a pink flower in your hand, munching cheerfully on the sugary treat. Jaemin led you as you walked around and looked at what every stand had to offer. You did end up buying a cute bracelet from a really kind lady and matching rings for you and Jaemin because you wanted to “have a memory of your kinda-not-really-a-date date”. It’s not like he tried to argue anyway.

Instead, once you two had walked away from the stall, he dragged you to the side of the alley and stopped you there.

“Remember that Polaroid camera you guys got me two years ago?” he asked and you nodded. “Since I rarely have the chance to use it, I actually brought it today. So let’s make some memories, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” you beamed and he took the small device out of his backpack, snapping a quick picture of your intertwined fingers and the rings on them. “Take one of the cotton candy too while it still looks pretty!” you prompted excitedly and he obliged with a soft chuckle.

With the camera in his hand, he started pulling you around to take more and more photos of you and you had to literally steal it from him so that you could take a few of him as well. You did also take a couple of photos together: one taken by a lady passing by and one he took of the two of you.

Somehow, you ended up in front of a shooting game stall. Your eyes glided over the prizes offered and stopped on a big stuffed bunny.

“Look, it looks just like you,” you giggled, pointing at the toy. Jaemin followed your finger and smiled.

“How about I win it for you?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Can you?” you laughed. “You’ve never even been in the same room as a gun before.”

“So? You doubt my abilities to win a toy for you?” he asked, sounding almost offended if it wasn’t for the smile still curving his lips prettily.

“I know better than to underestimate Na Jaemin,” you rolled your eyes. “But you can’t just be good at everything from the first try, you know.”

Jaemin scoffed at your words. With a determination you rarely saw in him, he placed his things on the counter and paid the man behind the counter for one game.

“How many points do I need for the bunny?” he asked seriously.

“120 in total or three of those rabbit targets,” the man chuckled. He’d witnessed your conversation and he seemed entertained by it.

Briefly, he explained how many points each target brought and Jaemin took upon his task. Surprisingly enough, he was doing quite well. He didn’t go for the rabbits, but five shots later, he hadn’t missed a single one. Setting the gun down, he looked at the man expectantly.

“110, my boy,” he shook his head.

“What do you mean 110?!” Jaemin widened his eyes in surprise. “I shot them all!”

“Yeah, you got three times thirty and two tens,” the man explained patiently.

“No, no, you said that those were 15 points each!” the boy argued and you could see him getting frustrated. You glanced at the man again.

“He said that the ones above them are 15 points, Nana, you must have misunderstood,” you said. Bringing a smile on your face, you added: “It’s okay, I told you you can’t make it, let me be right this once, okay?”

“But…” You could see the pout forming on his face and you couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “I wanted to get it for you…”

“Tell you what, son,” the man spoke up again. “Since no one else is in line right now, I’ll give you one extra shot. If you can get one of the rabbits, I’ll give you the bunny.”

Jaemin’s face lit up at that as he nodded quickly and picked up the gun again. You couldn’t miss the tension in his body as he aimed for what seemed like ages. When he finally took the shot, you were almost anxious to check the result.

He’d shot the rabbit in the center. The victorious shout from his side told you as much about the achievement. He turned to you, a radiant smile on his lips which you couldn’t help but return. The stall owner went to get the stuffed bunny.

“You should keep him, kid,” he said as he handed you the toy, winking conspiratorially to you. “He looks like he might be for real.”

You felt heat rush to your face as you took the plushie and hugged it tightly to your chest. You glanced at Jaemin at found him holding the polaroid towards you. A photo rolled out of the device a moment later.

“Sorry, you just looked adorable,” he grinned at your accusing glare. “Told you I can win.”

“Only because you got a bonus shot,” you rolled your eyes, yet your eyes drifted down to the toy and a smile grew on your lips. “Thank you.”

Jaemin returned your smile and reached over to take your hand again as the two of you waved goodbye to the stall owner and walked away. A soft silence fell between you. Your thoughts drifted away to the thumping of your heart as you thought about the way he was squeezing your hand gently and the soft toy in your other hand. How different from before it felt and how similar it was to the way you felt about Renjun. Which was really weird to think about, because you could almost swear that thinking of Renjun at the moment did not make you feel the same way.

“Is there anything else you’d wanna do, princess?” he spoke up suddenly, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him again, and it felt like you looked for the first time. The realization almost startled the air out of your lungs.

“We’ve been here for quite a while,” you said, nibbling on your lower lip. It was true, not that you minded. “How about we go get a drink from over there and head home?” you offered and he nodded, leading you to the nearby coffee booth.

The walk to your house felt much shorter than the one from it, perhaps because you didn't really wanna go home so it could only come too quickly. And indeed too soon you found yourself at the front door of your house. You turned to look at Jaemin.

“Thank you for today,” he said, surprising you. He smiled at your expression and reached up to ruffle your hair. “I had fun so thanks for actually taking me up on the idea.”

“Oh, no, yeah,” you chuckled. “I had fun too, and I got a new plushie. His name is Nana by the way.”

“Oh what, really?” he gasped in fake surprise, bringing a hand to his chest for a bigger effect. “I can’t imagine how you thought of that!”

You giggled, hitting his arm lightly and he laughed in response. Then you bit your lip for a second, before taking an impulsive decision to lean up and press your lips against his. That seemed to startle him as he gaped as you pulled away. You could see red covering his ears.

“What, we just went on a date, can I not do that?” you teased, giggling again at his flustered expression. “Come on, it’s not even our first kiss.”

“You…” He stared at you for a moment, maybe fighting his embarrassment or whatever else he was feeling, before finally smiling calmly again. “Thank you for the great date, Y/N. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

With those words, he leaned over to peck your lips softly and then walked away.

That Saturday you found yourself reminiscing about the carnival visit, curled up in your bed, and looking through the numerous Polaroid photos you two had taken. Jaemin had given you half of them, ‘as is only fair’ and you were trying to pick which ones to put up on your memory board and which ones to keep somewhere safe.

There were multiple photos where it was just you. Happily smiling, laughing, sometimes in the middle of saying something or eating cotton candy. It was all due to the fact that he never warned you that he was taking a photo, of course, but there was the undeniable fact that you couldn’t remember the last time you had so much fun without another care in the world.

Then there were the photos you’d taken of him. He’d said he was giving all of them to you. They weren’t as natural as yours were - mainly because you had to specifically take the camera from him every time you wanted to take one - but despite that his smile was bright and genuine. And there was an… unusual glow in his eyes. It felt like he hadn’t been looking at the camera but at you. And like he was still looking through the photo at you. The clenching in your stomach came back so you quickly put the photo you were looking at away.

He’d also given you the photo of your hands with the rings and one of the two of you that the random lady had taken. On it, you were clinging onto his side, while his arm wrapped around your waist and held you close. You were leaning onto him and his smile was halfway buried in your hair as if he was a second away from pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

The two photos right next to each other left a sweet taste in your mouth. It felt like they were real. It felt like your kinda-not-really-a-date date had been… well, really a date. You couldn’t help but think back to the afternoon you’d spent together, the bubbling excitement in your chest when you were with him and the warmth you felt whenever he smiled at you.

Your eyes traveled over to your bed where Bunny Nana was comfortably nestled between your pillows. You’d hardly let go of it for the first couple of days since the date. And it’d been your faithful companion for a good night’s sleep throughout the whole week. A small smile curved your lips.

Turning your gaze back onto the photos, you reached out and picked up one of the photos with only Jaemin on it. Your favorite one. As your fingers traced his face on it, you reached a painful conclusion - your feelings had irreversibly changed.

You couldn’t tell when. You pushed your brain and you couldn’t come up with any recollection of it happening. And you could swear you hadn’t meant for it to happen.

But you were in love with Jaemin.

In all honesty, the realization scared you. It scared you when you compared it to what you felt towards Renjun - it had the same bittersweet taste, yet this time felt like so much more. It scared you as you realized that what you’d felt towards Renjun was not there anymore - he was one of your best friends and you didn’t wish him to be anything else anymore. But mostly, it scared you as you realized what you’d brought upon yourself.

Perhaps this was what Hyuck had tried to warn you about. But you hadn’t fallen for Jaemin because of the sex lessons. You’d fallen for him because he was sweet and caring to you, because he always made sure you were okay, because of the way he always knew how to brighten your day. Because you’d allowed yourself to see him, instead of focusing only on Renjun. As you remembered all the times you’d been together, the little jokes, the shared comforting cuddles as you watched a dumb movie or talked about just anything, the stolen pecks whenever you could excuse them, you couldn’t help but realize how oblivious you’d been to your own heart.

And that same heart was now thumping in your chest, both exhilarated by the freedom that awareness brought, and terrified of the mess lying ahead of you.

Because you were closer to Jaemin than you’d ever been to Renjun, and because your feelings were apparently stronger this time, and because you weren’t sure whether you’d manage acting oblivious about them when you were not anymore.

Because you were terrified of ruining what you had with Jaemin, but it was all your fault for starting the whole thing to begin with.

“Have you and Hyuck had sex already?” you asked, eyes fixed on the ceiling in Karina’s bedroom. The girl looked up from her eyeshadow palette and raised a questioning eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, we have,” she answered directly. “Why?”

“How long did it take you? Like, after you got together, I know that it took you ages to get to that point,” you chuckled.

“Well, that depends,” your best friend laughed, setting down her makeup brush as she walked over to sit down next to you on the bed. “If you count just messing around a little, we’d been doing that since a long time back.” You couldn’t help the surprised gasp that escaped your lips to which Karina just rolled her eyes jokingly. “But if you mean, like, going all the way or whatever, it didn’t happen right away.”

You hummed, nibbling on your lower lip. You were overthinking the amount of time you’d been stalling with Jaemin. Especially after your recent revelation.

“Is this about Renjun again?” Karina asked, taking your hand with a concerned look in her eyes. “Still worried about your lack of experience?”

“Yeah,” you lied almost too easily. You trusted your best friend with your whole heart, but you did not feel ready to open up about everything that had been going on. You hoped she’d forgive you for hiding it from her.

“Babe, he’s known you for years,” she said gently, squeezing your hand. “If your lack of experience can be a breaking point for him, then he’s not the right one for you. Plus, corruption kink is a thing, you know.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“It’s not only that, Rina,” you muttered, hugging one of her fluffy pillows. “I’m still scared of what it’s gonna be like. What if the moment comes but I’m too scared to do it? Or what if I keep waiting for ‘the right time’ but it never comes? What if he’s okay with waiting for me but I ruin everything because I’m too self-conscious?”

“Y/N,” she chuckled softly. “All those ‘what if’s are in your head. What if he’s happy to just have you by his side? What if he wants you to feel comfortable with him rather than just get it over with?”

You bit your lips, thinking over her words. Of course, she was thinking about you in a potential relationship with Renjun, but you were thinking about how many different ways there were for you to ruin things with Jaemin. Yeah, to him it was just about helping you learn. But you guessed he was expecting that at some point he’d fuck you, and that was something he had made clear he’d like to do, even that he’d thought about it. And, well, he probably wouldn’t have agreed if that weren’t the case. What if he was disappointed that you kept stalling? Yeah, he’d never even hinted at that, but…

You’d also thought about telling off the deal. Not because you didn’t want to go through with it, you actually wanted to do it more than when you had initially. And that was dangerous. What if it became impossible to hold back once you’d slept with him? But then again, how do you explain why you wanna give up the lessons halfway without lying but also without telling the truth?

“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” Karina pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked at her, pouting at being caught. “Listen, do you remember how it was the first time you were with a girl?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling a bit at the memory. “We were both so lost and I was terrified of doing something wrong.”

“And did you do something wrong?” she prompted.

“Probably,” you laughed a little. “But it got easier after that. I felt comfortable with her.”

“Exactly,” Karina winked at you and grinned. “Whether it’s Renjun that you get to be with or not, this is something that you’ll be able to talk about, and you’ll know how far you wanna go and when. Just go with what feels right to you. If it makes you feel better, I was anxious too the first time Donghyuck and I had sex. And for all his big talk, he was just as anxious.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at her gratefully. You did feel a bit better. There was still a lot you couldn’t talk to her about, but even so, she’d managed to reassure you.

“Of course,” she waved her hand in an ‘it’s nothing’ gesture. “Now, you can repay me by helping me with my eyeliner.”

You’d made up your mind. Your talk with Karina had made you reach a conclusion and you were going to stick with it before you ended up overthinking again and convincing yourself against it.

“Nana, you’re home, right?” you asked over the phone, a little breathless from the fast walking.

“Yeah, why?” the boy on the other side asked, confused by your sudden call.

“Can you come down and open the door please?”

“I’ll come in a second,” he said quickly, and indeed a moment later, he was opening the door for you, a worried look in his eyes. “Is everything okay? Are you alright?”

You couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping you as you nodded in confirmation and walked inside.

“Yes, everything’s fine, I just…” you started, then bit your lips as you searched for the right words. When you didn’t find them, you reached into your handbag and pulled out your most recent purchase, handing it to him.

He stared at your outstretched hand for a long moment, before looking up at your face again, eyebrows raised in question. You weren’t sure what to say so you just stood there for a while, hoping he’d speak up sooner or later. His eyes fell again to the condom in your hand and he laughed voicelessly.

“And here I thought something bad had happened to you,” he said finally, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall behind him.

“Sorry,” you chuckled a little awkwardly. “I just wanted to get here before I change my mind.”

Your eyes drifted away from him, heart beating loudly in your ears and you briefly wondered if the tension in your body was concealed or if he could see the shaking of your hands.

“Of course, if it’s a bad time, I can go…” you said quickly, realizing that you’d just appeared out of nowhere without a warning.

“No, no, it’s as good a time as any,” he said in what you supposed was meant to be a reassuring tone. Yet you either imagined or caught a slight nervousness in his voice. “Come, let’s go upstairs.”

You knew the way to his bedroom with your eyes closed by now. The familiarity of the place did not, however, take off the edge of tension. When you entered, he didn’t sit down. Instead, he looked at you with serious eyes.

“Princess, if I’m understanding right, you’re here because you want me to have sex with you,” he started, pausing to give you time to disagree. You didn’t. “Are you sure about it?”

“Yes, I am,” you nodded. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I want to do it. The more I let myself worry, the more I’ll stall.”

“And you’re sure that you’re ready?” he asked again, stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms gently around your waist. “I promised to help you and I will, but you know that I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something like this.”

“I know, Jaem,” you said, barely hearing your voice yourself. A confession was almost on your lips, but you’d already prepared what you could say to him instead. “Yes, I’m anxious, but I trust you. I’ve thought about this enough to know that I want to do it with you.”

“Okay,” he responded softly, a small smile curving his lips. “Let me know if you change your mind at any point.”

All it took was a nod from you and his lips were pressed against yours. It started slow, almost as if both of you were just savoring the moment and you loved it. Then he took a step back to his bed, pulling you with him.

Before you had time to think about it, you were sitting in his lap, legs on both sides of his. Your fingers buried in his hair and his hands gripping onto your sides almost desperately. You rolled your hips down and he pulled away from the kiss to groan quietly, then pressed his lips against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your skin. You let out a shaky breath and leaned your head to the side. When he pulled away, your eyes met and you felt an excited shiver run down your spine.

“Princess, can I take off your clothes?” he asked, a reassuring smile curving his lips. “And I’m gonna need to hear you on this, okay?”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes, but leaned down to peck his lips.

“Okay,” you agreed as you looked at him again. “Yes, you can, and if it’s okay, take yours off as well, please.”

You had just a second to register his pleased smile before he started undressing you. His fingers started swiftly working on pulling off your top and then followed your shorts, leaving you in a mismatched white lacy bra and panties with kittens. An amused chuckle left his lips and he smirked at you teasingly.

“Listen, I wasn’t planning on this when I was getting ready in the morning,” you defended yourself, flustered with embarrassment.

“That’s okay, it’s cute,” he smiled and pecked your nose. Then he carefully lifted you by the thighs and let you sit on the bed instead. “Get comfortable for me, okay? I’ll be with you in a second.”

You nodded, yet didn’t move at all, instead choosing to watch as he took off his clothes. You’d seen him naked many times already yet it never failed to amaze you. And, well, more or less you were looking with new eyes, heart pounding loudly in your chest as you marveled at the sight. Plus, you were naked in front of him for the first time as well…

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll end up forgetting to take it slow,” Jaemin chuckled and you quickly shifted your gaze to his face instead, heat rushing to your face, but also between your legs. He stepped in front of you again and leaned down to be closer to you. “Now, I want you to promise me, if something feels good, you tell me, if something doesn’t, you also tell me.”

“I will,” you nodded, smiling a little. There was something in the way he spoke, confident yet ever so caring, that made you want to let him do just anything he wanted.

“Good girl,” he said, pecking your forehead. “Now, first of all, foreplay - always a good thing, goes both ways. But since I’m excited enough as it is, we’ll focus on you this time, okay?”

He waited for you to voice out your agreement before helping you move up on the bed and get comfortable, hovering over you as he kissed you again. His lips moved against yours slowly and sensually, as one of his hands took hold of your waist. Then it started sliding upwards, moving to your back so he could unclip your bra almost too easily. You expected him to pull away and look, but his lips remained on yours. It was only his fingers that carefully found their way under the fabric and gently rubbed over your nipple. You let out a whimper in the kiss and felt him smirk a little.

For a short moment, it was as if he was just playing around, fondling your breast or pinching your nipple occasionally. And while you did like it, it was annoyingly not enough. Reluctantly you pulled away from your kiss and pouted at him.

“Jaem, please, I need you to do more,” you asked quietly, a pleased smile from him meeting your words. And god, you realized, you’d do anything to see more of those.

“That’s it, I want to hear how I can do better at all times,” he said, almost as if he’d just been testing you. Although you’d guess that he was also just teasing you. Both were equally plausible.

But you didn’t have time to ponder over that as his lips pressed against your jaw and started working their way down. In the meantime, he got rid of your bra, yet you were surprised when suddenly something wet brushed along your nipple. You gasped and looked down to Jaemin looking up at you with a playful spark in his eyes. He hadn’t asked yet you still nodded and then his lips wrapped around the sensitive bud.

He sucked and teased it with his tongue, then moved along to the other one, drawing small whimpers out of you as he worked you up little by little. At one point though, his lips stopped a little higher up your chest and he started sucking persistently on that spot. He only pulled away when you couldn’t help but squirm a little.

“Did you just leave a hickey on my boob?” you scoffed in amusement, eyebrows raised.

“Not exactly your boob but close enough,” he grinned. “It’s not that high up, you can hide it, don’t worry.”

You hadn’t even thought about that. You couldn’t tell him that you didn’t care, so instead you just nodded. You waited for a moment but he didn’t do anything else and you could feel anxiousness starting to build up in you again.

“So what comes now?” you asked, cringing internally at how dumb that sounded. “I mean like-” you tried to explain but he shushed you with a peck.

“Can I eat you out?” he asked with a smile that felt too innocent for his question.

“God, please do,” you blurted out. The knowing look on his face told you that he knew how much you’d wanted that, yet he didn’t say anything.

Instead, with small open-mouthed kisses, he made his way down your body, settling between your legs. He took a moment to just press featherlight kisses along your thighs. Then his lips pressed against your still clothed clit and your thighs twitched. You couldn’t help but moan quietly when you felt his tongue glide over your soaked slit through your panties. It was so good but it could be so much better, you thought and squirmed a little. You felt his light chuckle more than you heard it as he slowly dragged down your underwear and threw it to the side. And then finally, finally, his tongue met your bare pussy.

As his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue pressed down on it lightly, you could swear you were going to lose your mind by the time he was done. And it would be worth it. He lapped kittenishly at the sensitive spot, only moving occasionally to focus on your slit for a short while instead. You were a moaning mess almost too quickly but it all felt so good you couldn’t even feel embarrassed about it.

Jaemin’s fingers brushed along your thighs and you couldn’t tell if he meant to tease you or not but you couldn’t help but squirm in his hold. He chuckled against you, sending a shiver down your spine and a whine out your lips.

“Nana, can you please…” you mustered up the courage to speak up, although not very coherently “fingers, your fingers…”

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his lips and your clit. When he licked his lips, it broke, but the sight of his puffy lips glistening with your arousal was enough to have you whimpering again.

“You want my fingers inside of you, princess?” he asked to confirm and you nodded quickly. “Of course, anything for you,” he smiled and one of his hands immediately reached down between your legs.

His fingers brushed over your hole teasingly before one of them slipped inside you pumping slowly. You squirmed in pleasure, grasping at the bedsheet as you struggled to hold back a moan. Jaemin didn’t seem to help with that though, as his tongue was back on you a moment later. Between his mouth and his finger curling inside you and pressing against your walls, you were easily far too gone.

“So good,” you whimpered out. “So close, please, don’t stop,” you pleaded, feeling the orgasm building up dangerously.

Diligently, he obeyed your plea and soon you were slipping over the edge, a moan of his name on your lips, fingers clutching the sheets in a death grip. His tongue worked on you gently until you started calming down finally and only then did he pull away and sit up to look at you.

“Such a sweet princess you are,” he praised gently and reached over to stroke your head. When you blinked up at him in confusion, he chuckled. “You let me know what you wanted and you also told me what felt good.”

“You take such a strong stance on that whole thing,” you muttered and he laughed.

“Because that’s how you learn, babe,” he pointed out. “You listen to what the other person says. I want you to feel good, and I also want you to understand that it’s okay to voice out your needs or preferences, okay?”

What he said made sense, and although it wasn’t something you were hearing for the first time, you guessed it was nice of him to make sure that you felt comfortable enough to apply it in practice. But that was not what made butterflies rise in your stomach. It was the pet name. Jaemin often called you princess. While it always made you feel soft and mushy on the inside, you were used to it and didn’t give it too much thought. But babe? Babe was something only Karina called you platonically. But babe was also something that from him sounded too nice. You brushed the thought away.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Can I touch you?” you asked and that earned you another one of those gorgeous pleased smiles.

“Be my guest,” he said, leaning down to peck your neck again. “Oh, how I would love to cover you in love bites,” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t tell if he was telling you or just thinking out loud. You wanted to tell him that he could, but a small still rational part in your brain convinced you against it.

Hooking one of your arms over his shoulder, you reached your free hand out and carefully wrapped it around his cock, stroking it slowly. You teased the tip and Jaemin exhaled slowly against your skin, burying his face in your neck. You sped up your hand movement a little, squeezing your fingers around him gently and he groaned, grabbing your hips.

“Is this good?” you asked quietly, heart thumping in your chest.

“So good,” he groaned, pressing his lips to your collarbone shortly. “But if you could do it faster, it would be amazing.”

You were happy to oblige, even happier when you felt him shiver in your arms. Yet as soon as a moan escaped his lips, he was fumbling to stop you.

“I don’t want to come before I’m inside you,” he explained breathlessly to your quizzical look and you bit your lips.

Right. He would soon be inside you. That same dick you were just stroking would be entering you and nervousness found its way to you again.

“Princess, stay with me,” Jaemin called out, stroking your hair gently. “Are you still sure you want to do this?”

“I am,” you confirmed, your free arm joining the other one around his neck. “I’m just nervous. Is it going to hurt?”

“It might,” he confirmed what you already knew. “But for that reason, we have…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. “You’re already quite wet, but it’s always easier with some additional help.”

You nodded in understanding and he sat back up to pour some of the liquid onto his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together to make sure they were properly covered and then brought them down between your legs. You shivered slightly at the cool wet feeling and Jaemin looked up at you.

“Oh, no, I’m okay,” you quickly assured him. “Go for it.”

Two of his fingers pushed inside you slowly. It wasn’t your first time using lube so you knew what to expect, but you still couldn’t help but moan at the feeling as his fingers started working inside you and spreading you out. As you relaxed more into his touch, he carefully added a third finger and you let out something between a gasp and a moan. Jaemin chuckled quietly, rubbing his thumb over your clit.

“If you do that again, I might actually cry,” you whimpered and he laughed. “I think… I don’t really know, but I think I’ll be fine like this, can we…”

“Yes, princess?” he chirped as if he didn’t know crystal clear what you meant. You scoffed, feeling heat rush down your whole body.

“Jaemin, just fuck me already, please,” you said as decisively as you could without your voice shaking.

“Come here, princess,” he smiled, pulling you to sit up in front of him. “You’ll help me put on the condom.”

“Why me?” you asked, narrowing your eyebrows. “I think you know how to do it yourself.”

“I do know,” he rolled his eyes jokingly, “but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t feel nice if you did it instead.”

You let out a small ‘oh’ and nodded, so he smiled and handed you the packet. When you looked down, you noticed it wasn’t the one you’d brought and chuckled slightly at the idea that he had been prepared already. You tore it open and pulled out the rubber.

“Squeeze it here,” Jaemin instructed and your fingers pinched at the closed end. “Now put it on and roll it down.”

You followed through, experimentally stroking his shaft a couple of times once it was fully on.

“Good enough?” you asked, looking up to meet Jaemin’s eyes again. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up and kissing him shortly.

“Perfect,” he smiled.

He reached over for the lube once again, pouring some of it on his hand again and then stroking himself a few times as you watched a little curiously. Jaemin used his free hand to tilt up your chin and tsked quietly. You pouted but he pecked away your pout and pushed you back until you were laying down again.

“Ready?” he asked and despite the anxious shiver that ran down your spine, you said yes.

It started out slow. You wouldn’t say it was really that painful but you could definitely feel the stretch, thankful for the lube Jaemin had generously applied. You heard yourself whimper out at some point and he immediately stopped, peppering your face with little kisses.

“I’m good,” you assured him with a trembling voice, gently threading your fingers through his hair, “kiss me and keep going.”

And he did. His lips pressed against yours in what was probably the sweetest and most gentle kiss in your life so far. At the same time, his hips pushed forward again. You got so lost in the kiss that it took you a while to notice that he’d stopped again. He was already fully inside you, you realized, as you broke the kiss.

“How are you feeling, princess?” he asked quietly.

“Good, I’m feeling good,” you said honestly, brushing through his hair, already damp with sweat. “How are you feeling?”

“Never been better,” he chuckled, pecking your nose. “You feel so good around me. And you’re doing so good.”

“Is it hard for you to go so slow and hold back?” you smiled, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. You were beaming on the inside from his praise though.

“Don’t think about it, okay?” he grinned and you giggled. “Take your time and tell me when you’re okay to go on.”

“It’s okay, Jaem, you can move,” you said and he raised his eyebrows doubtfully. “I’m sure, just don’t go all out on me from the start, hm?”

“As you say,” he smiled and pecked you again.

And then started moving slowly. It took you a moment to get used to the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you, but soon enough you were already moaning softly, gripping onto his hair in pleasure. You made sure to let him know that you liked it, that you were okay with going faster, with going harder and he followed through.

You were seeing stars again. Jaemin was working his magic on you again, your moans were mixing with his and the sounds of sex. When he leaned down to kiss you again, you whimpered against his lips. You were so close to cumming again and by the tension in his body, you could guess he was too.

“Jaem, I’m close,” you whimpered as you pulled away from the kiss and he smiled against your lips. “Keep going, please.”

“Of course, princess,” he responded, voice raspy and low and you could cum just from that.

Truth be told, it took so little after that that maybe you did indeed. Your orgasm washed over you so intensely that you were digging your nails in his shoulder blades so hard you were sure you’d leave marks, only self-aware enough to move your hands from his hair before you’d pulled out a chunk of it.

You only somewhat registered Jaemin cumming as well once he started gradually slowing down and came to a stop. You were both panting heavily, too blown out to even move at the moment. You brought one of your hands up again to stroke his hair gently and his forehead dropped onto your shoulder.

You weren’t sure how long you’d spent that way before he finally moved, pulling out of you and taking off the condom. You sat up in the bed crossing your legs as he tied the rubber, then went to throw it in the bin. Then he came to sit next to you, pushing a few sweaty strands of hair away from your face.

“So… how do you feel, princess?” he asked carefully. “Does it hurt anywhere? Did you like it?”

“I feel honestly great,” you hummed, smiling a little. “It was amazing. I knew I made a good choice with you, thank you so much.”

“Well, congrats, your basic Sex Ed course has been completed, you’re ready to conquer a man’s bed,” he smiled in response and ruffled your hair.

Despite the lighthearted truth in his statement, your heart clenched painfully.

“Nana, can I go take a shower?” you asked instead of acknowledging his words.

If he noticed your avoidance, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he found you a towel to use, brought your clothes to the bathroom for you, and explained to you which bottle contained what. He didn’t offer to join you and you couldn’t decide whether you were relieved or disappointed. You didn’t offer either.

As hot water started pouring on you, you let out a quiet sight. There was no doubt anymore. You were down, and you were down bad. You couldn’t go back to being Jaemin’s friend. It had been easier with Renjun, you’d only ever imagined what being with him would be like. But with Jaemin, you knew. And you didn’t know if you could bear letting it go.

You ordered yourself not to cry. As you washed your body, your eyes fell on the hickey he’d left you. You reminisced over the past three months. About all the times he’d stolen kisses from you for no apparent reason. About his little remarks of ‘I imagined this’ or ‘I wanted to do this’ or ‘I’ve been waiting for this’. About the way he looked at you sometimes. About the game stall owner’s words. About the photos.

A small traitorous part of you wanted to put those pieces together and maybe hope that he’d have some feelings for you too. It sounded too good to be real, yet what if…

Clinging onto that little hope, you dried your body, got dressed again, and returned to his bedroom. He’d put on loose gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt while you were gone and he looked too good in that. You couldn’t help yourself as you walked over and pecked his lips.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“You don’t need to thank me for anything,” he smiled in response. “Would you like to stay over?”

“Sorry, my parents will be waiting for me,” you shook your head. Half a truth, as your parents were indeed home but you’d doubted they would disagree if you told them where you were. You just needed some time to think everything through. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, okay?”

You could have imagined the disappointment on his face. But as you made your way home, you let the idea warm you up. By the time you reached your front door, you’d made up your mind - distancing yourself would be impossible, and hiding your feelings was going to do you more harm than good.

You were going to be honest with him.

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hollowedwing · 3 years

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Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part.

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly.

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought.

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters.

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door.

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events.

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on.

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess.

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good.

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

#hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x winged reader #bnha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #keigo x you #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #ahHHHh i really hope this ok???#feedback might be nice? idk Dx #I'm still not in the flow of fanfic writing DX its been 5 years #geeeeZ #also I apologize for the amount of ellipses that i use #thats just how I text/talk kinda #isekaied into hawks life

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mihorapendeja · 3 years

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happier than ever | tsukishima x you

the one shot in which tsukishima basically falls for a female version of everyone's favorite sunny tangerine.

genre: fluff/soft core smut lmao i haven't done this in years i feel silly but here you go

pairing(s): kei tsukishima x you (referred to as "ria kihira" in part 1 bc this was originally going to be an OC thing but nvm a/n's: show this some love and interaction pls.

PART 1: THE PAST

❝Again?❞ Even though Tsukishima complained again, this time he made it easier for her as he even stood completely still. Such a good boy.

❝Let her beat your face!❞ Shoyo exclaimed as she smiled in delight, then moving on to pat the powder puff on his stupid face. Of course she only took a few seconds for him, but all the time in the world for Hinata.

While the two chirped about the new reboot trailer for Dexter, Kuroo's sleazy self slid beside his lanky child with an extra smug look on his face. That man was a menace.

❝Say, don't you think they look related?❞

Tsukishima was a difficult man to catch off guard, but right then and there, a mini existential crisis kicked in. His eyes darted back and forth between Shoyo and Ria Kihira, the makeup artist on set for the commercial filming day.

Kei knew Kuroo was a slut for all the pretty things in life — he constantly had a trope of hot women surrounding him.

But this time, he'd really outdone himself.

Not a stupid man entirely, a huge shit-eating grin formed on Tetsuro's face. He followed Kei's eyes who desperately wandered back and forth their matching hair, skin tone, lack of height... "please let it be a mere coincidence because it's bad enough that—" Kei shut his own intrusive mind from further thinking as he slapped his hand over Kuroo's mouth shut. Tight.

That hyena laugh was not being unleashed today.

THE STORY OF HOW YOU MET:

ca. 2019, on set of a commercial for one of Kuroo's production companies. After Tetsuro had defeated Kei in a game of beer pong, he had to comply with the loser's bet -- be part of the damn commercial along with Shoyo, for a viewership boost. So he said. Ria was the makeup artist on set that day, and it pretty much went from Tsuki acting like a feral cat who didn't want to be touched by any makeup tools, to blissfully passing out in a chair while she gently stroked his face with a soft powder brush.

Near the end of the day when he'd no longer back away from her with animosity, it was Kuroo's stupidly astute observation that left him rattled. The boy was put into a choke hold because he refused to like someone with the same orange hair and milky skin tone as Hinata. Someone equally bright, bubbly, and stupid ... yeah that refusal didn't last long. Ria spoke her mind so freely, being direct but never pleading because she respected herself in that regard. He liked that and before Kei knew it, he found himself admitting to her that he was, "actually quite fond of you." She understood it was his way of saying those pesky 3 words, 8 letters.

PART 2: THE PRESENT, 3 YEARS LATER.

THE ALARM CLOCK rang it’s deathly siren like tone, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. Although he defensively stretched an arm out over your chest as if ready to protect, Kei did not get up.

Of course he wouldn't.

Like every morning at 4am, it was you who suffered the most when getting out of bed to grab the phone to silence that torture down. As you had deeply sighed and turned to face the bed, Tssuki was now face up with the covers all the way up to his nose.

Even in your groggy state, you could tell he was smirking. That smug bastard stared at you intently, dead still. While Kei typically minded his own business and was at times thought of as quiet, the boy was definitely not shy. You wouldn't call him a total flirt, but he could so hold onto a gaze without so little as batting a long eyelash.

Kei was, extremely competitive. Lightning would have to strike his literal eyes to keep them from staring at you, specifically at your curvy thighs.

The way your soft cotton shorts rode up them was always a very pleasant sight, so he just kept staring, happily.

He loved that little penguin walk you busted into every morning when shutting the alarm off.

It’s like you couldn’t balance properly, and he swore that you were always shorter looking in the early hours of the day. He didn’t know how you could lack more height than you already did at barely 5 feet 2, but it always seemed that way.

It was especially cute, like he could just grab you and keep you in the palm of his hand.

Tired, you sat back down on the bed. You scooted until meeting the headboard, and then just let her head dip back.

It was so incredibly peaceful until you could no longer ignore his obvious glaring. “If you’re awake already, why don’t you get up?”

“It’s barely 4:05,

we don’t go in till 5am.”

He said so factually that you just deeply exhaled. Tssuki was definitely not a morning person, and neither were you.

Even though you were much more energetic, it was a Friday and you could not wait for the end of the workday already.

While Tssuki could be late to practice because let's be honest, few would even confront him, you could not pull off the same irresponsibility.

You cared way too much, and in general, hated the feeling of being late to anything. "Come on." You murmured, nudging Kei as he completely ignored you and kept on sleeping.

You waited for another minute before climbing out of bed, grabbing his attention once again. This time, your black shorts were scrunched further up. So far up that your ample ass cheeks were out in all their glory.

“Arigato, thank you god.”

Nishinoya would say.

“Well I’m not as naturally good looking as you so I’m gonna go shower and start getting ready.”

You huffed, truly riling Kei up inside. Hearing you say that genuinely made something inside of his stomach stir, so he instinctively reached out towards your wrist.

Even in the dark room, he could see your face clearly and tell you weren’t joking. "The fuck is wrong with her?" He thought, not angry, but extremely concerned because you weren't fishing for a compliment.

The two of you had been together for over 3 years now, and so he more than knew that you were not that kind of girl.

Yes, you lacked height at 5’2, but you were physically strong. Literally, you could carry all the grocery bags in one go with no issues. Lifting abilities? Check.

Even though Tssuki cruelly chose the apartment with extra high kitchen shelves, you would never ask for help to reach for stuff. "Help I can't reach" was not a phrase that existed in your world.

Literally, he’d sometimes walk in for some juice and find you on top of a chair reaching for something, if not on the literal counter tops to store items.

Independent? Check.

Resourceful? Check.

On top of all that, you had a voluptuous body he thought was fucking scrumptious. He understood that the norms for women in Japan could be vicious, especially if you weren’t a slender door like he was, but despite your insecurities, you still wore it all so well. You didn’t let it stop you from wearing whatever you wanted (as you should).

At times he did think you were a little bit stupid for fretting over such body image issues, but Tssuki was okay with that.

He didn’t want a know it all like himself, that be beyond insufferable.

Before he knew it, you were teaching him a thing or two as well. So Tssuki then knew you were not a vapid pick me girl, and that was honestly a pretty big turn on for him.

SPEAKING OF TURN ons, Kei found it incredibly hot to have you pinned beneath him, like you currently were.

It wasn’t an ingenue kink, to have you below him so submissively and weak, no. It was the way you fought to assert yourself, and the way you writhed. The way you tried to break free was no half assed attempt either.

Sometimes you'd even throw in a few knees into it, and Tssuki didn't mind it one bit. Two dominate personalities, things were always bound to be feisty in bed.

This time however, he sensed some a defeat in your soul.

Convinced to rekindle your spirits, his brows furrowed as he lowered himself closer to your pretty face.

“Take that back.” Tssuki growled in a low, oh so sexy deepened morning voice.

“I can’t, It’s true.” You protested, sighing as he pulled himself away only to then wrap his arms around your waist and throw you over his shoulders.

Misreading the situation, you first protested before breaking into full on laughter as he stormed into the shower with you still dangling, kicking your short legs in the air.

You had thought this was playful Tssuki, the version no one was too familiar with.

Except you … and Yamaguchi. You and Yams lived to exchange Tssuki-isms.

You were mistaken when trying to approach him as he had stripped entirely. God, you so badly wanted to touch his defined chest and close the space between —and that’s when your favorite salt mine smirked as he instinctively reached back to swivel the shower handle on.

Grabbing the detachable shower heard, Tssuki sprayed you down.

"That son of a bitch." You thought, having jumped back in shock, literally. The water was so fucking cold.

Tssuki raised a brow, testing you. On one hand, he thought you looked like a helpless kitten that was abandoned on some random parking lot on a rainy day.

He was an asshole, but if he ever came across a lonely stray cat, he'd so scoop it up and take home for some warm milk.

On the other hand, he thought you looked even more hot with the way your baggy shirt now clung onto every part of your curvaceous body.

Tssuki had to exhale as he saw your nipples peaking through your smaller but perfect chest. He just wanted to cup your perky tits, squeeze them and hear you moan in delight—your hot breath on his ear as you rested a side of your face on his.

“Can’t touch me till you take that back.”

He warned as you tried to take a step forward.

“Tssu— you whined, sighing as you crossed your arms, cold.

“Admit it, you’re beautiful. Say it.” He insisted as you tossed your head back. "I’m beautiful … kinda, I mean” you trailed off, too distracted by your own cruel thoughts to notice when he raised the shower head again to spray you down.

“Ouch!” You gasped this time, burned by the super hot water. Tssuki turned, realizing that instead of increasing the water’s pressure, he had turned it to the hot side.

Steaming hot.

He rubbed them back of his neck, sheepishly trying to play off. That stupidly cool bathroom is literally what had sold him into choosing that apartment.

After a long day of training, having a large bathtub to soak in, or large walk in shower that doubled as a sauna to rest in was a treat. Not only that, but curative. You swore that this man's epsom salt baths were the reason his long limbs were always good to go, pain free.

Tssuki rushed to place the shower head back on, pushing a few buttons on the digital control panel to get some therapeutic steam going.

On a good morning, he'd already have you pinned to the wall. Your face buried into his neck as Tssuki spread your ass apart, drilling his every inch into you.

But sadly, this wasn't a good morning ... yet. When you waved a hand out in defeat, eyes swelling with tears, Kei grabbed you right before you could step away.

You slammed into his chest with a light thump as he then grabbed your shoulders to keep you balanced. "My clumsy pumpkin." He thought as you raised your head to meet his warm eyes.

Tssuki lowered his face, gently planting a kiss on your forehead. Pulling away, he grabbed your arm & extended it out as he begin to plant a trail of kisses over the burned-pink area. His kisses deepened the closer he got to your neck, stopping only when at your jawline.

Now, the two of you were staring directly at each other, his eyes radiating all the comfort you wanted to see: love, adoration, lust. It was so quiet, but your heartbeat was so damn loud.

His actions were doing all the talking. Now completely soaked, you looked down at the hem of your shirt as Tssuki grabbed both ends and begin to lift the blouse up and away from you.

Left in nothing but shorts, he kept his eyes locked on you as you nodded while he lowered himself to help you out of them.

Now, completely naked, he just stared at you in awe.

You were his goddess, and he was going to happily worship, service, respect, love.

ARIGATO GOD.

“I don’t know why you hesitate” he softly whispered as you took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling overly emotional. Near tears kind of overwhelmed.

To keep yourself from actually sobbing, you cleared your throat to speak up, “I love my job, but I guess sometimes working with so many beautiful models, I can’t help but to compare my—

Tssuki had heard enough about your delusions. His hands flew the sides of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You felt such a thrill surging through your body as he so easily hoisted you up.

It was your favorite thing in the world, to wrap your legs around his long torso, and it was Tssuki’s favorite thing to dig his hands into your firm ass, your soft thighs.

Pulling away, he takes slow steps forward so your back gently meets the wall. With one hand, he caressed your face , thumb gliding over your cheek before connecting his forehead with yours.

“As I was saying, - I don’t know why you hesitate to say it, but I think you’re the most beautiful person in this whole goddamn world.”

A pesky tear escaped onto your cheek, and Tssuki blotted it away with a kiss, burying his face closer to yours. So close your noses are now touching.

When he wanted to, Tssuki could be so completely soft.

“You don’t know every single person in this world.”

You laughed, still touched by his bold declaration.

“I mean it. Waking up to you every morning I think wow, I’m so lucky.”

He admits as you then break into another chuckle. “You’re so full of shit, that’s not the first thing you think of.”

Tssuki pulls on your lower lip down with his thumb, chuckling back. “You idiot sandwich I didn’t say it was the first thing, but it’s a close second.”

You find yourself laughing out loud, his frisky smile fully plastered on his face as your nose scrunches in that way he finds so fucking adorable.

“Begone negativity.” He both teases and shudders at the thought of how Suga burned that in the back of his mind.

“Do I have to sing that stupid One Direction song to you?” Tssuki then jokingly added as your eyes widened.

“You wouldn’t!”

“You’re right that’s disgusting.” He scoffed, hoisting you further up as he took your breath away with another kiss, this time, his hands running through your hair.

It was always a mystery with him, never knowing if he was going to pull on your hair, or caress it.

This time however, as his tongue slipped into your mouth, eager, you couldn’t help but to squeal. You had to give it to him, the man was great at multitasking. While he deepened the kiss, Tssuki tapped the melody of that dumb song on your thighs as if drumming.

"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the door / don't need makeup to cover up, being the way that you are is enough --

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh, oh, you don't know you're beautiful."

Tssuki had really taken SMACK MY ASS LIKE A DRUM to a whole other level, and you couldn't even be mad about it.

"Having fun, ya happy doing that?" You teased as he now gave himself a quick rub, fully erect. Your man was so well endowed and that was both exciting and terrifying at times. While you loved dominant Tssuki, today he was a bit more mellow and less gimp man.

"Fuck, Kei-" You moaned as he slowly entered you, rubbing your clit with his thumb, the pressure just right. "I'm definitely having fun, in fact" he smirked as you moved down to slam yourself further into him, begging for more, "I'm happier than ever."

#haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu!!#tsukishima x y/n #kei tsukishima #tsukishima x you #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #shoyo hinata #tsukishima fluff

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 4 years

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Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader

genre: angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers

word count: 7.3k | reading time: 40 min

chapter summary: flash backs clear the mystery of their first encounter, they fight over it, and then things get a bit heavier

warnings: there’s finally some sexy stuff going on yall, alcohol usage, metions of cheating, some dirty talk ig, some not very fluffy smut, almost angry fucking, dubious I’d say, fingering f.receiving, oral f.receiving, kinda dom!Tae, name calling kink? idk

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Chapter 5: Irresistible urges of the past

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 7:35 pm

The party was Yoonji's idea but you never complained. Well, okay, you complained a little bit. But that was only when you heard the approximate number of guests that had been invited so far and argued your small, shared apartment would probably collapse from the total weight in it. You offered to move the function over to the bar down the street, but apparently, that's not a house-warming party.

"How on earth are so many people coming, anyway? We have, like, five friends at most. And that is including the lunch lady."

Yoonji gave you those puppy eyes. "Well, actually, Jimin just made an Instagram story to get the word out, not thinking many would wanna come," she mumbled under her breath, almost like she was trying to avoid giving you the explanation. "But it turns out ever since that video he did, lots and lots of people wanna be his friend now."

You exhaled hard, making a pathetic sound. "You gave the guy you've only been seeing for a couple of weeks permission to invite people to our party?"

She pouted at you. "I thought you liked him. Plus, he offered to do this for us. We barely know people here, Amy, this party is going to be the best to see new faces."

You chewed your lip as you were setting the drinks on the table in a nice order and contemplated your roommate's words. "What do you need new people for?" you whined. "You already have a best friend and a hot boyfriend."

Yoonji bumped her shoulder on your arm playfully. "But you don't. Who knows, maybe you'll like one of Jimin's friends."

You rolled your eyes at her, but that didn't cover up the smile that had started to form. "Doubt it," you objected. "Models are not exactly my type."

You heard Yoonji laugh from the kitchen. "Jimin's not a model!" she shouted back. Then peeked her head around the doorway to raise an eyebrow at you. "I mean, you're not entirely wrong."

People that you had never even seen before started showing up at your place, and without fail, they all asked where Jimin and Taehyung were. Rude, you thought. That was not their party; something that could easily be deduced by how they weren't even there yet. Also, when had Jimin become so popular all of a sudden? And who the fuck was Taehyung?

At about an hour after the place was already packed and your roommate's boyfriend had finally made an appearance, Yoonji just so happened that she was constantly MIA, and the task of welcoming the people that kept and kept on coming, fell entirely on your shoulders. A task that briefly seemed not so bad when you opened the door and a brown-haired, pretty boy stood in front of you. You guessed models were indeed invited to that party, the only explanation you could come up with for why the most handsome man you had ever led your eyes upon was looking at you and smiling.

"Is this Yoonji's and... Amy's party?" he asked and you were taken aback by his deep, raspy voice that countered his charming face.

"Yes," you said, letting him in. "And are you on the bride's or the groom's side?" You hated the joke the moment it left your lips, a moment too late to take it back. Five full seconds spent with a cute boy and you were already acting weird.

But the boy laughed, and the sound quite literally lifted your spirits. "I am with Jimin if that's what you're asking."

"Of course you are. Jacket?" You offered your hands up for him.

"Oh, right, where can I leave this?" he asked as he slid the piece of garment off his shoulders. You opened the door right behind you, a door that normally led to a small storage space, but you had turned into a temporary closet with all the jackets and purses you had shoved in there. The boy leaned next to you as he tried to find somewhere to leave his outerwear without just dropping it on the pile on the floor.

"Let me," you offered, taking a random jacket that hung from the ironing board, abandoning it on the ground, and replacing it with the pretty boy's one. That's pretty privilege for you.

He chuckled. "Whose was that? Is that okay?"

"Who cares, it's my house."

"Oh," he exclaimed, watching you more closely as you closed the door again and turned to him with your lips awkwardly pressed into a thin line. You pinned your body on the wall, waiting for him to move or say something. "You're Amy?" You nodded, and the boy burst out a big smirk. "Well, well, well..." he rasped. "I'm gonna kick Jimin's ass so hard. He didn't tell me Yoonji had such a cute roommate."

The way your entire face felt like it had caught on fire in a split second almost scared you. It definitely made your eyes widen and your head go into a defense mode; you had never flustered before, of course your brain would think it was under attack. And of course you would reply with something stupid again, like snorting and saying: "Right. And you are?"

"Kim Taehyung, freshly graduated and aspiring big photographer," he proudly introduced himself. It all suddenly seemed to click and you barely held yourself from gasping right in his face. He extended a hand to you, and you took it, ready to shake it. Instead, he surprised you by bringing it to his lips and planting a soft kiss right between your knuckles. "Enchanté," he whispered with his dark eyes piercing yours.

The stupid fire all over your face got worse. So worse all you could do was quickly pull away and scoff at him, but also laugh. "That was too much!"

"Sorry," he chuckled and gave you a big, boxy grin. "I was trying to make you swoon."

You couldn't help but mimic his energy. "Does that ever work on anyone?" Well, what a liar you are. It had literally turned your stomach into a knot.

And Taehyung, almost as if he knew that, smirked at you. "You'd be surprised."

Okay, so you may have overreacted a tiny bit when you took off running away from Taehyung. There could possibly have been other ways to go about it, like gently pushing him off and telling him this was a mistake, trying to talk, or even staying silent. Your head was spinning so hard as you stumbled down that path wishing you don't get lost in the foggy state your mind had dipped in due to the haste. And it had almost cleared, you had almost stopped to think about this rationally and wait for the photographer so that you could walk home together, but the longer you thought about it more clearly, the faster you ran. You didn't even know if it was fear or shame that was powering your flight, but it had to be one of those.

The further you stayed locked in your room, the later emotion became more and more prominent. You saw Taehyung emerge from the trees sometime later and get in the house, you heard him on the downstairs floor, you saw the lights turn on and off... He was everywhere, and you were hiding away, terrified and ashamed. How could you ever meet his eyes again? But most importantly, how would you face yourself in the mirror? You knew that was the worst part of the whole situation; you let your own self down.

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 1:23 am

You returned on the corner that Taehyung and you had been occupying all night long with a drink in your hands, swaying around and trying to survive the mob of drunk college students that were doing what you were sure they thought was dancing in the middle of the living room. Some of the drink spilled on the way and you're not sure if it was because of all the bumping on people or the way you had started seeing everything double and losing your balance pretty easily.

"What the hell happened to my chair?" you whined as you found the photographer sitting there alone when you had specifically asked him to save you the seat.

He shrugged. "I couldn't defend it, sorry." Then he spread his legs wide and pat his thigh, looking up at you with a smirk. "Just sit here."

You didn't think twice; sat down on his offered position, swinging your legs to the side to completely lie on his lap and an arm around his neck for balance. Your face was inches away from his, so much so you could smell the alcohol in his breath, his hands instantly on your waist and hips to pull you close. But it felt so comfortable. Since the moment you met, you hadn't left each other's side, and you hadn't stopped touching. Touching as in holding hands while talking or pushing him while laughing, playing with your clothes or stroking each other's hair. It seemed like there was always an excuse, or, better yet, constantly a need to touch.

"Ugh!" he gagged when he took one sip of the drink you had brought right to his lips. "What is this shit?"

You giggled. "Tequila."

"Is it just tequila?"

You kept giggling. "Actually, we ran out of soft drinks so I mixed it with water."

His mouth dropped open and he started laughing, too. "Of course! Why wouldn't you!" His hands around your body squeezed you tighter and you had to squirm around, still a need to get even closer.

"It's not that bad," you proclaimed, then took a sip from the same straw and had your entire face scrunch up. "See?"

Taehyung had gotten serious, staring at you intensely, as he slowly brought the straw right on his tongue yet again. He took a generous gulp, then offered the drink to you, his eyes fixed on your lips and the way they wrapped around right where his had just been. His stare gave you goosebumps, and you pressed yourself even closer, your hip flushed right against his lower abdomen.

"You know I don't drink," he said in a whisper. He didn't need to speak louder, you were right there. "I'm only doing this for you."

"Well," you mumbled as your fingers ran through the back of his hair. "That makes two of us doing something we don't usually do tonight." And you meant it. You never did this; whatever this was. Sitting on a cute boy's lap that you had only met a couple of hours ago, ready to devour him with the first chance you got. And boy, would you devour him.

"We haven't done anything yet," Taehyung noted, his hand dipping between your legs to pinch your thing.

"Yet," you murmured, pressing even closer to him, feeling his erection grow against your hip.

Your eyes alone could communicate. And all they conveyed was the urgency to get out of there. The need to be alone. Your entire body burned with that need, or maybe it was the alcohol. With no words spoken, you both got up, holding hands not to get lost in the crowd, and searched in the apartment for an empty room. The bathroom was locked, the kitchen busy, one bedroom filled with boys playing video games and the other with smokers. Taehyung pulled you towards the exit; he wasn't about to let the moment escape him. He would get you in his car or even back to his place if he had to, just to get his hands properly on you.

But you didn't have time for that. You needed him right away. So you opened up that makeshift closet and shoved him inside. Space was limited and your bodies were naturally pressed together. The moment the door closed behind you, you realized how dark it was; the light switch being outside, forgotten. You felt his hands ran up your body, trying to blindly find your face with haste like he was being chased.

His lips found yours. And you indeed devoured each other. He had you pinned against the door and his fingers through your hair as he kissed you like a starved man. You know how first kisses almost always suck? How it takes a while to find the right rhythm, to lean into it just enough to match the other's technic? That was nothing like that. It was the best kiss you had ever had, it was so perfect and so right. The way his lips moved over your own and his tongue stroked you, it was like you had done this a million times already, or simply like you were made for each other.

Nothing could stop you now. Not even your common sense that would advise you against fucking just anyone in that tiny space, when everyone was still outside. But common sense had left you long ago. Your body was being controlled by an innate, animalistic hunger. And you moaned his name as you straddled his waist and let him suck hickeys into your neck. And you thought about how this is the best thing that had happened to you as you started taking off his belt.

You heard it again; a thump in the room. This time it was certainly not just in your head. You looked around -let's be honest- scared out of your mind because the last thing you needed right now was for something to be hidden in there with you.

"Tae?" you asked in a low voice, just in case he was playing a stupid prank on you. But you were met with silence.

Until it happened again, a louder tap, and this time you determined it was coming from the window. Slowly, while keeping your body as far away as you could, you got closer. You stared at the glass, trying to figure out why it was making that sound. Then you saw it; a small pebble clashing on the pane and disappearing just as fast. You opened it immediately and leaned outside.

"What the hell?" you shouted when you noticed the shadow-covered man standing in the garden under your room. "What are you doing down there?"

Taehyung tossed away the stones he had in his palms, straining his neck to look up at you. "I wanted to talk to you."

"And you thought -instead of just coming to my room- it'd be easier to walk downstairs, get outside and throw rocks at my window?"

"I thought you wouldn't let me in if I just knocked on your door," he explained.

You groaned. He wasn't wrong; you would have probably continued to hide away and avoid him. But he didn't have to be so dramatic about it. Well, not that you are one to talk. "Ugh, just- get your ass in here," you shouted back.

"You're gonna talk to me?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

You groaned again. "Yes!"

You saw Taehyung run inside as if he was afraid you would change your mind in the meantime. Perhaps you would. You really didn't want to talk to him. What would you even say? You had no excuse to give him, or no excuse you wanted him to know, anyway. All you wanted was to pretend he wasn't even there until morning came; then you could drive back home and go back to pretending you didn't even know each other.

"He is crazy," you mumbled to yourself as you decided you couldn't evade this anymore. "No, that man is certified insane!" you kept on complaining to no one as you opened your door and dashed away.

You ran into him in the middle of the staircase. Stood there, just a step away from him, with your arms folded over your chest, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him.

"So?" you spat.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said in a whisper, a tone that sounded like he was guilty of something.

"Yes, I got that. You can talk now."

He looked down at your feet. "Here?"

You scoffed and moved past him, jogging down the stairs and taking a turn towards the kitchen. The boy followed you diligently. When you reached the room, you immediately grabbed a glass and filled it with water, chugging it down in one go and going for a second turn. You really wished this was something stronger, looking around to see if you could spot a bottle of some kind of liquor. You would need it if you were to have the conversation you thought you would.

"I have a confession to make," Taehyung announced after he decided the silence was enough.

You froze, the glass of water still against your lips, and you looked at him from the corner of your eyes. "Oh, please," you groaned but still couldn't move. "No more confessions from you."

He sighed, walking until he got right in front of you so that he could look you in the eyes for this. "I remember your party."

See, this is exactly what you feared the most. This...This conversation was what was making this place truly haunted for you.

"What?" you weakly breathed.

"Your... welcoming party? With Yoonji?" he continued. As if you didn't know what party he was talking about. "I remember everything about it."

"But-"

"I wasn't that drunk."

The glass hit the counter with such force, for a second you thought you had broken it in your grip. But it had just provided a loud noise as you gaped at the boy in front of you. What were you supposed to say, now? Where to start?

"You didn't even remember meeting me!" you called out.

"Yeah I- I lied."

The worst part wasn't that he was pretending he didn't know who you were. No, that was low-key genius and you would have done the exact same thing if you were quick enough to think of it when you found yourself in that sitting room, across the person you least wanted to see. The worst part was that you had believed it. You felt like such an idiot. You had believed it and thought it meant you could have a clean start.

3 years, 2 months, and 14 days ago at 1:44 am

You didn't want to stop, but you still did, when Taehyung's phone went off. When he pulled away, gasping for air and apologizing. You thought you were having a moment there, you know, a moment where no matter who was calling, it wasn't important enough to pick up. But he apparently didn't see it that way. He took one look at his screen and asked you to be quiet.

Maybe your eyes accidentally caught the pet name on his contact for a split second, or maybe it was the girly voice that came muffled from the speaker, but your head started spinning without warning. And the space was suddenly too small, and it was choking you. You found the knob before he realized what you were doing, and with your body weight on the door, you were launched outside; into the light that burned your eyes. A girl was standing on the other side of the hallway, looking at you with judgement in her eyes and her phone in her hands, then immediately averting her pretentious gaze. A hand tried to hold onto your shirt to keep you back, but you escaped.

You stumbled through the place, not sure where you were trying to go or who you were trying to find, solely trying to keep yourself up and not barf on the new carpet. You wanted to get away, but where could you go? You lived there. You heard Yoonji's laugh before you even saw her, sighing in relief when you spotted her in the kitchen and letting your body fall on hers.

"Baby, baby, everything alright?" your roommate called for you, but you just held onto her without a word. She tried to bear your weight as best as she could, holding onto the counter so that you wouldn't both plummet onto the floor.

Another hand rubbed your back. "Did you drink a little too much, Ames?" It was Jimin's sweet voice. You whined into your friend's neck before you pulled back to look at her boyfriend.

"Jimin, is Kim Taehyung your friend?" you asked him.

He frowned, a little confused as to how the conversation got there. "Ye- yeah. He's my best friend. You met him, right?"

"Yeah," Yoonji responded for you. "I saw them talking earlier."

You took a deep breath; everything seemed to be against you at that moment, even the air itself, and you were trying so hard to not crumble. "Does he have a girlfriend?" you dared ask, even though you thought you might vomit if you heard the answer.

"Who? Tae?" Yoonji mumbled. You nodded, and she gave you a smirk right away. "Ohh... Why do you ask, baby? You interested?"

You rolled your eyes as both of them started teasing you. "No," you tried to tell them.

"Why, was he flirting with you?"

"How does he get every girl like that?"

"No, guys-"

"I don't blame her. He's so hot."

"Hey! I'm right here!"

"Just answer the damn question!" you yelled at them, and they finally stopped. Jimin looked at you with the same frown again.

"He does," he said and everything that was spinning in the room stopped abruptly. "Sorry, love. I promise you'll be the first to know when they break up."

Everything was foggy, and you felt numb. So numb, there was absolutely no thought in your head. You barely noticed the couple turn their heads to the door, barely realized who it was they were looking at.

"No, thanks," you whispered to Jimin then and pulled Yoonji away. "Bathroom," you simply stated and she carefully took you there, avoiding successfully the boy that was the topic of your conversation. For the first time of the many, many more that followed. All those times you stayed clear of gatherings you knew he would be at. All those times you changed your way, left a coffee shop, stayed silently in a corner in places there was nowhere else to go. You never told Yoonji exactly why you didn't want to be in the same room with him again, but she was very supportive no matter what.

You weren't sure why, either. Whether it was your hurt ego, your high standards for the people surrounding you, or the shame you felt every time you met his eyes, you couldn't tell. One thing you knew for sure was how you vowed to never fall for that again. Not from Taehyung, and not from anyone else. No more hooking up with random fuck boys at parties. No more associating yourself with people you don't even value enough. Kim Taehyung was an asshole, and you didn't care what he did or who he did it with, but you would rather be caught dead than be caught with him ever again.

Yet there you were. With him.

You cleared your throat. "And you're telling me this now because...?"

The photographer frowned, mostly at himself, clenching his jaw and looking at the ground. "Well, because you kissed me and ran away as if your life depended on it. Thought it might have something to do with that."

"Right." You bit the inside of your cheek, nodding slightly as you tried to think of what to say. Truly, what could you say? There have been so many things torturing your mind, but you didn't know which of those would be worth saying aloud. "Okay," you simply mumbled. "Are we done then?"

You tried walking past him but he held you back. "Wait, wait, hold on. You promised we would talk."

You just looked at him with your eyes wide. "You said you had a confession to make. You made it. There’s nothing more to say about that."

"Yes, there is."

"Like what?"

Taehyung snorted, finally letting you go. "Like what your problem with me is!"

You released a bitter laugh. "I thought you said you remember everything about that night."

He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. "It's been three years-"

"And you stay lying to me." He looked at you intensely but you didn't back down. You might not have wanted to have this conversation, but now that it was happening, you wouldn't cower one bit.

"Look," he started, taking a step closer. "What I did was wrong. Both to you and to my girlfriend. I understand, it was very shitty and I don't have any excuses. I'm not here to give you any excuses."

"Yeah, 'cause there is no excuse for such a thing," you bit back.

Taehyung sighed at your attitude, somewhat losing his patience, but continued. "Right," he mumbled through his teeth. "I told her what I did and we broke up. Actually, she forgave me and wanted to stay with me but I insisted on breaking up because I didn't want her to be in a relationship where I made such a mistake, I wanted her to find someone better."

You shrugged, folding your arms over your chest yet again and tapping your foot on the floor. "Alright. Good for her. What do you want, a cookie?"

"No-"

"You really did less than the minimum, there, buddy. I don't know what you want from me right now."

"I- nothing!"

"Then why are you telling me this?"

He paused, opening and closing his mouth again, clearly not knowing how to reply. Maybe he expected a different reaction, or maybe he was nervous and it all translated into a type of irritation, but he was starting to look angry. "Because!" he said in a louder tone. "Because you keep treating me like that, you're acting like I'm this huge asshole, and I get it- first impressions are hard to change, but I'm not! I'm not that asshole you've made me out to be and quite frankly it's starting to get pretty annoying."

You chuckled. What else were you supposed to do? You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Excuse me, but I have the right to believe anything I want about you. If I have a certain idea of who you are and it's not affecting you in any way, then what's the problem?" You saw Taehyung roll his eyes and turn away, his hands on his hips as he shook his head and sighed. "If I think what you did is bad enough for me to never change my mind about you, then that's my opinion."

He was mumbling his words out, not being able to form a sentence long enough for it to make sense. "But that's- you-" He kept grunting and shaking his head at you until he finally spoke up. "Three years!" he announced. "It's been three years, Amy, and you're still punishing me for this. Alright, it's your opinion to determine the gravity of it, but don't tell me it doesn't affect me. Not when you've been avoiding me for three years."

"I haven't-" you tried to lie.

But he knew better than that. "Yes, you have. Every time I wanted to come along with my friends, something always came up and you'd bail. You didn't even show up at Jimin's birthday for crying aloud! Because you knew I'd be there. And I wanted to talk to you, apologize to you. I liked you and wanted to make this right and you never gave me the chance." He took a deep breath after having given his monologue in a haste, almost like he was scared his words would bail, too, if he wasn't quick enough. "And then you're wondering why I pretended I didn't remember you?" You blinked at him when you realized he was waiting for an answer. You had none to give him. "What was I supposed to do, huh? What could I have done that wouldn't have resulted in you getting back in that car and driving away?"

You stayed silent, looking at him through your lashes, then averting your gaze again. You sniffed your nose a couple of times as you were trying to get your thoughts straight. Kicked the floor once or twice as you felt your body squirm under his stare; he wouldn't relieve you from the scrutiny. "I..." you finally mumbled. "I'm not interested in reconciling with you." You gulped but noticed his stance and expression didn't change at all. Like he expected those words. "I'm sorry if that's what you wanted to do, and that I prevented you from even trying. But I won't change my mind about this."

He licked his lips, looking at you with a serious frown, then simply said: "Why?"

Why was he even asking? Was it not obvious? "Look, I simply don't like people who do things like these. I don't want them as boyfriends, or friends, or anything. Nothing personal."

"But that's what I'm trying to say!" he insisted. "I'm not like that." He came close, so close his face was hovering above yours merely inches away, staring into your eyes with a sort of urgency. An urgency for you to understand him. "I'm not normally like that. That night... I don't know. That night was an exception. I really don't want to give you cliché excuses, but I thought you knew. I thought you felt it, too. I'm not crazy, right? There was something there that you felt, too?"

You gulped again, looking him up and down with fire all over your face. Because you knew instantly what he meant. But it had to take a few moments for it to actually sink in. That it wasn't just you. And that he, too, was unable to keep his hands from you that night. It certainly didn't justify his actions or lessen your disdain for him. But at least it felt a tiny bit good to know that you weren't just a naive little girl who had fallen for the pretty boy's trick, just like dozens of others.

"That still doesn't explain..." you started saying, keeping your opinion openly still the same, yet not denying his words.

"I know it doesn't!" he was quick to say. His eyes traveled all over your face, the tone of his voice having calmed a bit. "It was very douchy of me and I don't expect to be forgiven for it. Which is why I didn't stay with that girl." You jumped slightly when you felt his hands land on your arms. But you didn't pull away. "But I don't understand why you have to be so harsh on me. It's been three years, and this is still obviously bothering you. You haven't let it go even a little bit."

You looked away, taking a step back, but he quickly made up for it. "It doesn't bother me," you said, tongue in cheek.

"Well, it clearly does," he insisted. "When you are cold to me one moment, kissing me the next, and then running away like I hurt you."

"You did hurt me."

The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Before you even knew what you were saying yourself. He hurt you. You had never admitted that before. Always blaming your anger and aversion to him on your morals or whatever. Yet that was the true reason you didn’t want to see him, and you didn’t want to talk to him, and definitely not kiss him again.

Taehyung paused, taking a deep breath. He leaned nearer as he looked down at your lips as whispered. “I know,” he said in a sweet voice as if to reassure you. “I know.” That meant you weren’t crazy. “But why is it still hurting you now?” You tensed up at his question. “Why do you care -about me- so much that this is, to this day, an open wound?”

You scoffed. But you couldn't say anything. You tried pushing him away, and for a moment he let you, but then he was right in front of you again. Even closer, perhaps. “What are you…?” you murmured, looking quite lost. Especially with the close proximity that was driving your mind into a frenzy.

“Do you still like me?” he asked, straightforward.

“No!” you called immediately. But he didn’t seem convinced, raising an eyebrow at you. "I’m not still hurt. I just… I told you. I simply don't want anything to do with someone like you. So it's fine when you keep your distance, but it's not fine when you kiss me. I said I don't want- ."

"Yeah, yeah, you don't want a boyfriend nor a friend like me," he interrupted you to finish your sentence. "Not that I ever offered to be either of those."

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away immediately so as not to get caught. "I- I didn't say I wanted you to."

Taehyung chuckled. The sound almost scared you more than when he was shouting earlier. Because you knew a casual, flirty Taehyung was always more dangerous. "You know, you kissed me!" he reminded you.

Your mouth dropped in a dramatic way. "You seduced me into kissing you!" you complained.

And the boy laughed even harder. "Seduced? Is that your way of saying you couldn't resist me?"

You tried to fight back at his remarks that clearly only served the role of firing you up -whether that was with anger or something else, you weren't sure. And then he had the audacity to wonder why you still didn't like him? But your voice cracked, as you backed until your body hit the kitchen counter and your hands held the edge tight. "Is not!" you managed to get out.

Taehyung’s arms trapped you in that counter, his hands holding onto it on either side of your body until you were caged between them, as he leaned even closer, standing one breath away and staring at you with a smirk on his lips. It was clear then, he wasn’t trying to talk anymore.

“C’mon,” he rasped, a voice so low that it vibrated in frequencies hard to hear. “I know you can’t resist me. You couldn’t do it three years ago and you can’t do it now.”

Your palms hit his chest, trying to push him away from you as you breathed heavily, hearing your own heartbeat in your head and feeling your control slipping through your fingers. But you still couldn’t form any words. Your brain had shut down when it came to that. Just spinning around as Taehyung kept getting closer. What the hell was he trying to do?

"I'm just saying… There is no one here to judge you for it. No one will know you went against your morals," he purred, a hand leaving your side briefly to swipe your hair off your shoulder and caress your neck in the process. The contact made your palms clench into fists, his shirt pooling under your grip. And there were two ways you could go about this; either push or pull him.

“Tae…”

“Go on then,” he said in a teasing tone. “Show me how much you hate me, princess. How you despise me and everything I stand for. Resist me.”

You did hate him. And you hated being proven wrong. So, those two together should result in you pushing him away and going to your room. Right? You should resist that man, it couldn’t be so hard, anyway. So tell me why the way he was looking at you made your knees buck? Why his words filled your stomach with butterflies, his scent numbed your brain like a hallucinogen? Why you couldn’t resist him.

Tell me why you pulled him in by the shirt.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around yours. Didn’t waste any time to hold you by the waist and press his body on yours. This was the third chance he was given for this and he was about to make it work. And he seemed to have been waiting for it. He already knew what to do, how to hold you, how to kiss you in order to make you moan in his mouth. It was the party scene all over again; as in, you were devouring each other in a sort of urgency, bumping your lips together like you were drunk and had just found the person you were feeling the craziest chemistry with, grinding on each other as if you were trying to merge together.

And maybe he was right; you could never resist him.

Your fingers dipped into his soft locks and he moaned your name. He snaked his arms under your thighs to push you up, letting you sit at the edge of the counter. He immediately filled in the gap between your legs, hands rubbing up and down your back, while you started kissing down his neck, making sure to mark him as if he was yours. He hissed and growled every time you bit him, riding your shirt up to get a feel of your skin underneath. Then finding your hands, intertwining your fingers together, and pushing them past your body, almost like he was trying to confine them away from him. And you hated not being able to touch him, hated how he pushed your body back to have you almost lay on the counter completely, and you couldn’t move. Because you wanted more.

And maybe he was right; no one would ever know about this. So perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to do this. This mistake. Taehyung.

“Princess, if you plan on regretting this and running away again, you better tell me now,” he rasped while kissing your collarbone. “I might not stop later.”

He was giving you an out. And normally you would have taken it. But at that moment the only thing busying your mind was that implied promise of what was to come.

“You better not,” you mumbled, more to yourself, but heard him chuckle when he heard it, too.

His hands clenched harder around yours before he released you in favor of grabbing your ass and your thighs. He squeezed you close, pulling you until your crotch was rubbing against his clear erection under his pants, and all you could do was whimper. Still kissing his neck, that sweet spot under his ear, biting his lob, and hearing him grunt at the way you were making him feel. Your hands, free now, could run up his toned arms and enjoy his body like you wanted to for a while.

He pulled his head slightly back to look into your eyes. His seemed so unfocused, so dark, like he had gotten high from you. “You want me to make you feel good?” he asked with a smirk. You weren’t sure if he was asking for permission or just building the anticipation.

“Can you?” No, you weren’t making a plea. You were questioning his skills. And he picked it up from your tone immediately.

“Can I?” he snorted, his eyes turning to the ceiling before he let his fingers slowly and very slightly brush your naked belly, moving further down. Your entire body squirmed with the rhythm of his fingertips. “You shiver every time I touch you. So, yeah, I think I can do anything I want to you.”

You immediately punched his chest, pushing him away. “God, I hate you.”

But his smug smirk wouldn’t back down. And he wouldn’t let go of you. “We have already established that,” he murmured, as he lowered his head down- and farther down- until it was right in front of the fly of your pants. And your stomach was sucked in the entire time, your whole body, actually, as if you were trying to take up less space. As if you were trying to pull away from him, even though at the same time you could feel your lower half burning from want, and your lips were already missing his.

But then he looked up at you too, as he was bent down there in front of your crotch, to stare into your eyes through his lashes with a hotshot grin and his tongue between his teeth; and you forgot how to breathe. And then he unbuttoned you with his mouth, biting the zipper and pulling it down slow enough for you to feel every vibration on your body, without ever breaking eye contact; and you thought your soul left your body.

He was back at his normal height, pushing your pants down while licking his lips and examining your face. “Alright, princess,” he spoke in a low tone. “I will give you my best, on one condition.” The pants were completely off and he was working on your unimpressive underwear next. “Every time I do make you feel good, you have to say my name.”

He had gotten you all naked from your waist down, yet he still hadn’t even glanced there; kept his eyes stubbornly on yours. But when you tried to press your legs together, feeling shy and exposed, he was holding them tight. “That’s your condition?” you wondered, not seeming too hard to do. You were probably going to do it anyway.

He leaned down, keeping his lips close enough to rub on yours when he spoke. “Yes. Every time. I want you to keep reminding yourself who it is that is making you feel this way.” When he kissed you, it worked almost as a distraction to how one hand crept in between your thighs and pressed around your folds, yet avoiding the place you needed him to touch.

His lips moved at the same rhythm as his fingers, his tongue slipping in your mouth right as he finally moved them closer, getting them all dirty with your wetness. Index and middle finger rubbing up and down, brushing against your clit and over your opening but never giving into either. You hummed in frustration as you bit down on his bottom lip, your hips trying to move forward, trying to get more.

“What did I tell you?” he whispered, increasing his pressure on your clit just for a moment, a moment long enough to make you gasp with your mouth open over his.

“Tae…” you breathed.

“Say it,” he insisted.

“Taehyung,” you moaned, closing your eyes as he started moving his fingers in circles over the sensitive bud like a reward.

“You’re so wet, already,” he observed, something quite obvious from the sounds the simple movement was creating. “Is that all for me?” He pulled his head back to watch your reaction better, smiling when he saw you nodding. “Good girl,” he purred, rewarding you yet again with sliding one finger easily inside.

"Oh,” you moaned, your body immediately arching towards his. You still needed more. The better it all felt, the more you wanted from him.

The photographer inhaled sharply through his teeth, stilling his actions. “Amy, what did we say?”

“Taehyung,” you immediately obeyed. And you didn’t need to be told twice. “Taehyung,” you moaned, again and again, as he worked his magic into you. As he kissed you in that way no one had ever been able to replicate. “Taehyung,” as he pushed a second finger in to stretch you out. “Taehyung,” as he found your g-spot and massaged it softly as if he was working with something fragile. “Taehyung, Taehyung,” as he made you come, once, twice, thrice. With his fingers inside you, on your clit, his mouth french-kissing your pussy, his tongue dipping in and out as he lapped at your juices.

All while you had to make yourself think of who exactly was fucking you like that. Who was making your legs shake, your head spin, your sight and hearing unclear. Whose hair you were pulling, whose teeth you had marks of on your thighs, whose name you were screaming.

Kim Taehyung.

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itsadamcole · 4 years

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christmas lights - pt. 4

fem!reader x drew mcintyre

Drew begins to make up for the six weeks him and reader were separated by making a nice romantic dinner on Valentine's Day, which leads to some serious conversations and rekindling their marriage ...

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warnings: mentions of cheating, slight drinking, loads of fluff, smut (because it's time that we have nice things in this mini-series)

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Drew's POV

"Sheamus, I need t'know what t'make Y/N for Valentine's Day," I say as I drive to the grocery store. "I wanna make a perfect dinner."

Sheamus' voice comes over the BlueTooth in my car as he says, "Bro, pasta dishes work every time. What kind of pasta dish does Y/N like?"

She likes lasagna but she also likes ravioli dishes. I could never go wrong with spaghetti because everyone loves spaghetti, plus there's always that chance at a Lady and the Tramp moment with the pasta.

I say, "I don't fucking know, dude. I know she likes a lot of different pasta dishes. Maybe I should just make peanut butter and jelly or something."

"Don't ya dare," Sheamus warns. "Y/N would get so mad."

She's at work all day and I asked for today off from work. It's literally eight in the morning and I have until four to get everything ready.

I pull into the parking lot at the grocery store as I say, "Lemme call Candice. I'm sure she knows."

"Good luck," Sheamus says before hanging up.

Then I dial Candice LeRae's number. It rings a few times before she says, "Drew, it's eight in the morning. What could you possibly want?"

I ask, "Yer Y/N's best friend. What's her favorite pasta dish?"

Candice is quiet before she says, "Lasanga casserole. Meat sauce. She loves that. Can I go back to sleep?"

"Yeah," I say. "Sorry fer waking ya."

The line goes dead and I go into the grocery store after looking up a recipe for lasagna casserole.

My goal for tonight is to reignite the flame that is mine and Y/N's marriage. We've been sleeping in separate rooms, and we've been good about it. I've only joined her in her bed once because it was storming out and she wanted me to stay with her. Other than that, we've been obeying the boundaries we set.

Separate bedrooms at night, no sex, no touching of the private parts, and no sexting when I'm away. It helps that I've been away for wrestling for most of the three weeks since we cleared the air so the separate bedrooms, no sex, and no touchy touches were easy. The no sexting, not so much. I came home yesterday to spend Valentine's Day with Y/N so maybe there can be some touchy touches tonight since I'm making dinner and it's a romantic day.

Y/N has no idea of what I have planned. Her presents will be waiting in the living room for her when she walks into the house after work. A large, life-sized teddy bear sprayed with my cologne will sit on the couch with flowers and chocolates on his lap. The house will be lit with candles.

Then we'll enjoy a candlelit dinner and dessert. The dinner will be made by me. The dessert is a cake that I ordered the other day that's sitting in the back of the refrigerator, hidden away from Y/N. We'll probably watch some cheesy romance movie since it's Valentine's Day.

I can only hope everything goes to plan, as long as I find where the damn ricotta cheese is in this store.

***

Your POV

You mope around the office all day. You'd much rather be at home with your husband than here at work. The past three weeks have gone by quickly, and you miss Drew.

He seemed okay with you coming into work today, but you requested to leave at four so you can at least be home for dinner by five. You'll probably end up ordering takeout honestly. You don't have anything big planned for tonight except ice cream and a movie.

Drew texted you a 'good morning' and 'Happy Valentine's Day' this morning around ten in the morning when he probably woke up. It made you happy and motivated you to get through the day.

The day goes by slow. A minute feels like an hour and an hour feels like an eternity as you write out this six-page report on the last meeting you had.

As soon as four hits, you say goodbye to your co-workers and grab your jacket before leaving.

It's a warm day in Florida today as you walk down to your car in the parking garage. You text Drew to say that you're on your way home before you pull out of the parking garage.

You drive home, and it's about 4:30 when you get there. Florida traffic is terrible during rush hour and you had to take the long way home instead of the quick five-minute drive because of traffic.

Drew's car hasn't moved in the driveway since you left at six this morning. You get out of your own car and walk inside. You hang your car keys up on the hook and take your jacket off. You kick off your shoes and walk into the living room with a sigh.

You freeze where you stand when you see what's sitting on the couch when you walk into the room. On the couch sits a teddy bear, flowers, and chocolates. You smile widely at the sight before walking over.

There's a note on the couch next to the teddy bear that's folded with your name on it. You giggle and unfold it, reading it to yourself.

Happy Valentine's Day, my love. If the house is still standing when you see this then come check the dining room.

Smiling, you walk into the dining room. Candles light the room and Drew dressed up in a suit stands beside the food filled table. Lasagna casserole with meat sauce, a bowl of meatballs and sauce, and breadsticks sit on the table. There's a bucket with champagne and ice next to the food. The candles are in the middle of the table and all the food.

You gasp and say, "Drew! This is amazing! I feel so underdressed for this dinner."

Your husband greets you with a forehead kiss before he says, "There's time for ya t'get changed if ya want. I just took the food out of the oven so it'll still be warm when ya come back down."

Giggling, you say, "I need five minutes to change then I'll be right back."

"Take yer time, love," Drew says, a smile on his lips.

You quickly run up the stairs. You certainly weren't expecting Drew to go all out today, not after the last few months. He did, though, and it's making you fall more in love with the Scotsman.

Quickly, you strip out of your drab office clothes and get into the white dress you wore on your first date with Finn, almost nine years ago.

The top of the dress is lacy with thin spaghetti straps. The v-neck dips low but doesn't reveal a lot. The skirt is ruffled and has two layers, one short and the second layer reaches about halfway down your thighs. You wear a pair of silver heels to go with the dress. The heels are a light silver color. You brush out your naturally waving hair and walk downstairs.

Drew's face immediately lights up with a smile when he sees you. "Wow," he says. "Still as beautiful as ya were on our first date."

As he pulls out your chair, you say, "So you did remember that I wore this dress on our first date."

"How could I not?" he asks, pushing your chair in when you're sitting in it. "Ya were stunning and I was extremely nervous."

Laughing, you help yourself to some lasagna casserole and meatballs. You grab a breadstick.

Drew takes his serving as he says, "So, I physically made the lasagna casserole and meatballs. I bought the breadsticks as well as the cake that's in the fridge."

"There's a cake in the fridge?" you ask, looking up at Drew.

He smiles and says, "Uh, surprise? I wanted t'go all out today. I know how much ya love Valentine's Day and I definitely wanted t'make sure today was yer day."

You smile and take a bite of the lasagna. "Well, thank you, Drew," you say. "This is amazing and I don't think I deserve it."

Your husband says, "Ya deserve it, Y/N. Ya one hundred percent deserve it."

The two of you make small talk as you eat the dinner that Drew made. You ask him how he got all this together today.

"I bought the ingredients today and started making dinner by like nine in the morning," he explains to you. "I texted ya at ten so ya thought I just woke up because that's when I usually wake up. I didn't want ya thinking something was off with me waking up early."

You laugh as you eat the meal Drew prepared.

He asks you how your day at work went.

"Well, Tom had me write a whole report on our meeting about finances the other day," you tell him. "Six pages due before I left. This feels like he's punishing me for calling our indefinitely while we were separated."

Drew frowns and says, "I'm sorry. I know how hard ya work, and that's another reason I went all out for dinner."

The comment makes you smile.

After you're both done eating, Drew puts the leftovers in containers before putting them in the refrigerator. He washes the dishes and you sit at the kitchen island counter, watching him.

He's trying to make up for the six weeks you two were apart. You can tell because Drew McIntyre never cooks or does the dishes.

Drew hums quietly to himself as you watch him do the dishes. Your head is in your hands and you smile at the sight.

"So, what flavor is this cake?" you ask, curious.

Your husband laughs softly and says, "Vanilla and chocolate swirl with buttercream icing. I know that's yer favorite because that was the flavor of our wedding cake."

The fact that he's remembering the slightest details from your first date and from your wedding day makes you so happy. He's incorporating these things into making this Valentine's Day the best one yet, and that's the thing you love most about Drew.

As Drew finishes up doing the dishes, you get up and walk over to him. Slowly, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind him and you look up at him. Even with two-inch heels on, Drew is still about eight inches taller than you.

"Thank you for dinner," you say. "It means so much to me that you did this."

He turns the water off and dries his hands before he turns around in your arms. Drew looks down at you and smiles as he says, "I hope ya enjoyed yer presents in the living room."

You giggle, "I'll definitely be putting that teddy bear to use while you're on the road. As for the flowers and chocolates, thank you."

Your husband pushes your hair out of your face and he says, "Yer welcome, love."

Drew's hand lingers on your cheek a little longer than it probably should but you don't mind. As a matter of fact, you lean into his gentle touch so he knows it's okay.

It's been a while since he's touched you like this and you want to enjoy it.

"How about that cake?" Drew suggests. "I know yer just dying t'dig into that."

You giggle and let Drew go so he can get the cake out. "You definitely know me better than I know myself," you say, watching him take the cake out of the refrigerator and put it on the counter.

Drew cuts a piece for you and a piece for himself before he takes your hand and walks out into the living room. The couch is big enough for you, Drew, and the human-sized teddy bear so the two of you sit beside each other on the couch.

Your husband pulls up Netflix and turns on your favorite romance movie, After. Of course, Drew sits through After We Collided as well. He knows these are your favorite romance movies, and he knows how much you adore Hardin Scott's character. You do have a thing for accents.

Then you put on Drew's favorite romance movie, A Star Is Born. You're both a fan of this movie, and you both sing Shallow extremely off-key.

It's about one in the morning when you're done watching all three movies. The two After movies were about three and a half hours combined then A Star Is Born is just over two hours long, and you started watching the movies at about seven that night.

You're cuddled against Drew as he turns off Netflix. He looks down at you and asks, "Ya tired, love?"

Shaking your head, you say, "Nope. Are you?"

Drew shakes his head and says, "No."

You sigh and take his hand in yours, playing with his fingers. "We could, um, talk," you suggest. "About everything to see what we're both thinking."

Your husband says, "Okay. Tell me what's on yer mind."

Sighing, you meet Drew's eyes as you say, "I, uh, miss falling asleep in your arms and waking up beside you, like when your home and stuff." You continue playing with his fingers.

"Do ya want me back in our bedroom?" Drew asks slowly. "Or even just a few times a week? It doesn't have t'be every night if ya don't want."

Drew looks at you intently before you say, "When you're home, I'd like to sleep in the same bed as you. I feel like three weeks is long enough for you to be in a separate bedroom."

A small smile forms on Drew's lips as he says, "Then I'll sleep in our bed again if that's what ya want."

Nodding, you say, "That's what I want. Is that what you want?"

You don't understand why this is kind of awkward. You're just asking your husband to start sleeping in your shared bed again.

"It's what I want," Drew states. "Since we're on the topic of, uh, the boundaries we talked about. Since we're sleeping in the same bed again, do the no touching and no sex boundaries apply?"

You didn't think about that when you asked Drew to sleep in bed with you again.

Sighing and still playing with Drew's fingers, you say, "If the opportunity to have sex arises then I won't stop it. It's been a while since we've been, um, intimate with each other so I wouldn't mind."

Drew smiles as your face gets a little flustered. You've never been good at talking about sex, and it gets you all hot sometimes, like right now.

He pulls his fingers away from you and you pout. Drew says, "So we're basically saying no more boundaries." It wasn't formed like a question.

"Well I'm not saying we get naked right here on the couch and have sex right now," you say, suppressing a giggle. "But technically, yes. We're saying no more boundaries."

A sigh of relief leaves Drew's lips as he says, "Thank God because sleeping in the guest room is torture knowing ya're just down the hall."

You laugh and look up at Drew. You turn your body so you're facing him more. A smile lights up Drew's face.

He's happy that there aren't boundaries anymore. You never called them rules because rules are always tempting to break, and you wanted to make sure to move slow instead of rushing into your relationship like it was before Christmas.

Both of you are quiet before you say, "Thank you for respecting my wishes while we worked on our marriage, Drew. It shows me that you wanted to work on it too."

Drew says, "I woulda moved out if ya told me to. I wanted to do this right." He pushes a stray hair off your cheek. "If fixing our relationship while spending some time apart is what helps us in the end then I'm happy t'do it."

A smile forms on your face as you say, "I love you. Thank you for sticking around even though I've been difficult."

Your husband says, "And I love ya. I would do anything fer ya, Y/N. Ya know this."

"I do know this," you say as you lean your head up a bit, wanting a kiss.

Drew gets what you're trying to say and he slowly leans into you, his lips ghosting over yours lightly. A soft gasp leaves your lips as your heart races in your chest.

While you slept in separate bedrooms and didn't see much of each other, kisses between you and Drew were rare. Every kiss felt like the first kiss you ever had with him. This one especially feels like that.

Your eyes flutter closed as Drew finally presses a soft kiss to your lips. Butterflies form in your stomach as your lips move against Drew's. One of his hands rests on your waist and one of your hands is on the side of his neck.

The kiss slowly becomes more intense as Drew begins to kiss you with more passion. You welcome the passionate kiss as Drew's hand migrates from your waist to your back. He presses you against him as you throw one of your legs over one of his so you're closer to your husband.

In between kisses, Drew asks, "Are ya still not tired?"

You shake your head slightly and say, "No. You?"

"No," he replies. "Wide awake."

This moment has been building for a while. It started almost as he came back home. Now that it's started, you don't want it to stop.

The kiss intensifies more when Drew's tongue swipes across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You part your lips a bit and his tongue finds its way into your mouth. You sigh softly as the kiss turns into a make out session.

Drew's hands are both now on the small of your back as you now cup his face in your hands. Sighs leave both yours and Drew's lips, especially after you crawl onto his lap. You straddle his thighs to make it easier to kiss him.

You pull back, needing a second to breathe. You pant, "We lift all boundaries and now we're making out on the couch."

Your husband laughs and leaves soft kisses all over your face. "Is there something wrong with making out on the couch?" he asks, smiling.

"No," you giggle. "But have you met us? Making out usually turns into something more."

His kisses leave your face and migrate down to your jaw. He mumbles, "Would that be a bad thing though? It's been a long time since we've done anything. At least four months."

You sigh, "We just lifted the boundaries. It would be terrible timing."

Drew smiles as he kisses your neck before he says, "I've missed ya like this, Y/N. I've missed us like this."

It has been a long time since either of you have been intimate with each other.

"I've missed you like this too, Drew," you say, melting under his touch. "And it has been a long time since we've been like this. I don't care how bad the timing is anymore."

Your husband looks up at you and asks, "So, are we having sex tonight?"

Giggling, you say, "As long as we take it upstairs because I don't want to make a mess on the teddy bear."

"Done," is all Drew says before he scoops you up into his arms and takes you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He holds you bridal style in his arms as he walks up the stairs.

You leave kisses on his cheek and neck as he walks with you to the bedroom.

He walks into the bedroom and puts you down at the foot of the bed. You lean up and kiss him passionately. You hook your fingers into the belt loop of his suit pants and pull him against you.

Honestly, you don't hate the idea of having sex with Drew tonight. It's been so long since you have. You miss being intimate with him.

Slowly, you pull off Drew's jacket and let it fall to the floor. He undoes his tie, and all of this as his tongue finds its way into your mouth again. You sigh softly and your fingers begin to unbutton Drew's shirt after you untuck it from his pants.

His hands are on your back, near the zipper of the dress.

You pull his shirt off and it joins the jacket and now the tie on the floor. Drew unzips your dress and you pull the straps off your shoulders. The dress falls to the floor and pools at your feet, leaving you in only your panties.

Your fingers slide down Drew's chest as the kiss continues. You run your fingers down his stomach until they reach the button on his pants.

Both of you kick off your shoes before Drew pushes you onto your back on the bed, breaking the kiss. You move back a bit and watch as he pulls off his suit pants, leaving him in his boxer shorts.

"Ya have no idea how long I've waited just t'see ya and touch ya like this again," Drew tells you as he crawls up to you, kneeling between your legs.

You cup his face in your hands and say, "I've waited just as long as you have, Drew."

He smiles at you as his eyes roam your exposed upper body. You lay on your back and Drew leans down, kissing your chest down to your breasts. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently as his fingers play with the other. You gasp and sigh, arching your back slightly off the bed. You grasp onto the covers as Drew continues down your body, kissing down your belly until he gets to the waistband of your panties.

Drew looks up at you and asks, "May I?"

You nod, eager. He pulls off the panties you're wearing, and you may or may not be just a tiny bit wet. Hearing Drew talk about how much he's been waiting for this and wanting this has made you a little wet.

He bites his lip before diving in. Your back arches off the bed and you moan, "Drew." Your fingers find their way into his hair as his tongue swirls around your clit.

Your breathing soon becomes labored as Drew kisses and sucks on your core. He slips a finger into you and you moan a little louder.

It's been way too long since you've been with Drew like this, and you don't plan on ever going four months without sex ever again.

Drew's finger moves slowly and your back arches off the mattress. Your eyes are closed as your sense of touch takes over. Drew sucks on your clit and adds a second finger.

"Drew," you moan out. "Baby, please."

He looks up at you and asks, "'Please' what, love?"

You open your eyes and look at your husband as he licks your arousal off his lips. "I need you," you whine. "Please."

Drew pulls his fingers out of you and you let out a little whine. He pulls off his boxers and reaches over onto the bedside table to grab a condom out of the box that's in the drawer.

He's on his knees between your legs as he slides the contents of the tiny silver package he pulled out of the drawer onto himself. You watch as he crawls on top of you. You lean up and kiss Drew softly, pulling him down to you. His chest is pressed to yours and you wrap your legs around Drew's waist.

After a second, Drew pulls back and asks, "Is this what ya really want? I don't want t'continue if this isn't what ya want."

You push Drew's hair behind his ears and say, "I want this Drew. I've wanted this for months. I want this to happen."

A smile forms on Drew's lips as he kisses you again. You feel the tip of his member run through your folds and you sigh softly against his lips. Your hands are in his hair, gripping lightly as Drew begins to slide into you.

Moans pass through your lips into the kiss as Drew's length fills you up. Drew holds himself up above you as he begins to thrust slowly into you. Moans escape your lips as Drew moves.

Drew leaves kisses on your neck as he moves sweetly and passionately.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping and your moans. Drew leaves marks on your neck and his thrusts begin to speed up.

"Oh, Drew," you moan softly. "Don't stop, please."

Your husband smirks against the skin on your neck and moves deeper into you. His tip grazes your g-spot and you cry out in pleasure.

He knows how to make you feel good. It's almost like he hasn't missed a beat since the last time you had sex.

Drew grunts above you as he begins to hit your g-spot over and over again. Your nails are digging into Drew's back as he moves.

Your husband takes one of your hands in his as he moves. He kisses you again.

You don't say anything before you orgasm. You release on Drew's member and he soon follows. Both of you moan each other's names and a bunch of profanities as you both come.

Drew pulls out and rolls off of you, pulling off the condom and tying it off before throwing it out. You crawl under the covers after Drew cleans you both up, a smile on your lips.

He joins you under the covers as you both catch your breath. You look up at your husband and say, "You have a lot to live up to next Valentine's Day."

"I think I already know what I can do," Drew says, leaning in and pecking your lips. You giggle and intertwine your fingers with his as you move onto your side so you're facing him.

Drew moves himself close to you and cups your face, looking at you. Your eyes meet his and you say, "I love you so much."

Your husband says, "I love ya more." A smile forms on his lips as you bury your face into his neck, closing your eyes.

You almost lost this. You almost lost laying in his arms at night when you were feeling upset or just to snuggle after sex. You almost lost him, and you're so glad that you heard him out. You didn't just let him go, because you love him and wanted to work on your relationship.

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heaven-in-a-wild-flower · 3 years

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Sizzy Headcanon (Simon Lovelace and Isabelle Lightwood)

If you'd rather read this on ao3 here's the link

Chapter 1: Purple Tongues And Pumpkin Spice Lattes (The chapters aren't related and can be read separately)

Izzy

It's summer! You probably wouldn't guess this about her, but Izzy’s favourite season is summer. You might think she’d find it annoying that her hair gets frizzier and her makeup runs with sweat, but no, well, these things do happen and she does get a bit annoyed but she believes that the good far outdo the bad.

She wakes up to the sun shining brightly through her curtains, making the dancing dust motes glow. She turns to see Simon sleeping peacefully and gently brushes her lips against his cheek. As she's getting ready for the day, smoothing sunscreen over her skin, she feels warm arms wrap around her waist and a head full of curls nuzzle her neck. Surprised (but happy, always happy) laughs burst out of her as she smears some sunscreen onto Simon's face too (She loves the way his face scrunches up at her unsuspecting sunscreen-covered hands). They eat freshly cut watermelon for breakfast and Izzy blushes as Simon gently, oh so gently (how did she find this wonderful boy?) wipes the watermelon juice from her lips.

They set out from the house with the wind blowing Izzy's sundress (yes, I know this is unexpected too, but she loves wearing sundresses) and making it swish around her legs. She spins around in the sunlight, enjoying the freedom. Simon thinks she looks like a nature goddess when she does it (well, he thinks she looks like a goddess always but still). She sees a popsicle stand and runs towards it. Simon follows, of course he does, he'd follow her anywhere. They each get a popsicle, Izzy's turns her tongue bright red and Simon's turns his a cool blue. She winks at him and says, "Wanna make purple?" He blushes and she loves the bright red of it.

They walk aimlessly and she loves the way the sun keeps warming her skin, like a continuous hug or like the feeling of a lover's arm around you (luckily for her, she can now have both). She loves that the sunshine makes everything bright and glowing, the season wakes up the child in her. The one who never had to wonder if the clothes she were wearing were “inappropriate” or that she didn’t look poised and graceful licking popsicles or worry that one day her brothers would die at the hands of demons and she’d be able to do nothing about it. That child in her just wants to skip and laugh and be happy without anything weighing her down. (Well, the dream is a bit edited now, with Simon’s hand in hers and him beside her). And now that she finally has it, she compares the sun's heat warming her skin to Simon's presence warming her heart.

***

Simon

Simon’s favourite season, quite obviously, is autumn, also for very obvious reasons, i.e. Halloween! It's the first of October today and the day he's decided that they'll start preparing for Halloween. He wakes up even before the sun rises and caresses Izzy's hair lightly. She groans and turns over and he smiles fondly. He makes breakfast for the both of them, liberally sprinkling cinnamon over the food, it is autumn after all! When Izzy finally walks in the kitchen with her hair all over the place (he loves her likes this) and her eyes bleary, he grins at her (she's nearly blinded by the brightness of that smile). It also makes her fully forget her suspicion that he decided to make food early so that she wouldn't do it. Some smiles are more powerful than steles.

Izzy walks to the living room to see that he's already set out all the materials they'll need to make their decorations and costumes. They settle down and begin. This is the part Simon loves best. He loves painstakingly creating outfits to match his favourite characters just for the reward of making them perfect (and if Izzy’s eyes shine when she sees him in them, well, that’s just a bonus). He loves having a reason to reread all his favourite comics. He loves flipping through many many pages to find all his favourite details and adding them to the costume like tender caresses. The joy he feels when someone recognises his character and all the effort he put into it, is unmatched. They work for many hours, Izzy asking for Simon's help from time to time and Simon regaling her with some comics book tales she hasn't read yet. (She loves this part best too)

A few weeks later, the most important day of the year (Izzy made him promise that their anniversary is also in the first spot along with this one) finally arrives. 31st October! Their house is horrifically decorated with blood and zombies and demons and monsters (Simon can tell Izzy loves it, when she just stands and stares for a few minutes at a time, completely speechless). After, they get ready in their costumes. Izzy carefully paints Simon's skin in red and he just loses himself in her gorgeous eyes. Simon helps her affix her headpiece and they're done! Scarlet Witch and Vision. They both take a few moments to admire each other's costumes, they each steal the other's breath every time. Izzy touches his lips to make sure the paint is dry. Then she pulls his forward with the front of his cape and kisses him deeply. "Now, we're ready," Izzy says and they set off, smiling.

Simon loves going trick-or-treating and showing off his costume to all who’ll appreciate it. And he loves, loves watching the awe and wonder in little kids’ eyes when they see their favourite character come to life. The best part is that he gets to let them keep believing in that magic, and even though he knows of actual magic in the world, this will always feel more magical to him. He’s so occupied with the kids that he's never noticed that Izzy always just melts when she sees him interact with kids. He shows them some tricks he learnt that make it look like he actually has Vision's powers and all the kids gasp and hang on his every action, transfixed. Izzy knows the tricks behind all his magic, yet she can't help but stare anyway.

They return home and fall asleep cuddling and watching Marvel movies. Izzy thinks Black Widow is incredibly badass and Simon says, "I think you're badassier." Izzy laughs and smacks him with a pillow, "That's not a word, you dork!". This leads to a pillow fight and finally they fall asleep using each other as pillows.

Halloween is a big part of his love for autumn, but he also loves other things. He loves bundling up in cozy sweaters and cuddling with Izzy as they work on educating her with pop culture knowledge. He'll wrap his arms around her at any moment he can, often when she's cooking (and if this has ulterior motives, no one has to know). He'll cuddle her when she's trying to practice. He'll cuddle her when she's about to get off the bed and refuse to let go. (She calls him her little koala bear).

Simon also loves taking long walks outside and stepping on crisp leaves (Izzy laughs and laughs and laughs when she sees him run around, finding the crunchiest leaves and shouting out ratings). And the food! He loves all the comfort food at Thanksgiving, and he especially loves watching all his friends and family sigh contentedly when they’re full. And he’ll literally murder you if you dare tell anyone about this, but he loves Pumpkin Spice Lattes from Starbucks (Izzy knows this deep dark secret of his and buys him Pumpkin Spice Lattes and leaves them around the house for him to find).

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Janis & Jimmy

Janis: 🥱🥱 Jimmy: Afternoon Janis: Piss off Janis: it's the crack of dawn Janis: bet the boy ain't even woke up yet to 👀 the decs Jimmy: it's a lie in for me Janis: before you handicapped me, I was getting up pretty early too 🐕🏃 Jimmy: @ Helena and her 💊s Jimmy: that there's the handicap Janis: her back ain't that bad Janis: anyway 💊s aren't gonna make me jolly Jimmy: go on then Jimmy: what do you need, baby? Janis: 😏 Janis: Is that any way for an elf to talk? Jimmy: depends what you 🖋 in your letter to 🎅 Jimmy: might be dead on Janis: You reckon that's top of my list? Jimmy: know what you're like with 👴💕 Janis: 🥇 or nowt Janis: makes Lucas look 🥉 for sure Jimmy: writing lines in detention ain't gonna come close Janis: Only just started this holiday Janis: you need cheering up too 🌧 Jimmy: don't sound like me, that Janis: ☀️ Janis: not much chance of that today ☃️ Jimmy: you not coming then? Janis: You really are on form this AM Janis: very quotable Jimmy: won't be long til 💀👑's getting out her 🛁 of 🩸 for a new day of torture Jimmy: have to sleep when we're ⚰ Janis: grind never sleeps 💪 Janis: so glad she only has 😍 for one 👴 though Jimmy: they've had years to perfect that roleplay Jimmy: must be 🥇 Janis: 🤢🤢 nah Janis: not gonna be able to face breakfast now Janis: 💔 that's why she can't either, awh Jimmy: stop finding common ground, it's 💔 me Janis: Baby Janis: sure if you asked really nicely, they'd let you work a double shift Jimmy: funny Janis: You walked right into that one Jimmy: there'd be nowt 💔😭🎻 for me about walking our kid to you and pissing off to work if you want some alone time with your real boyfriend 🎅 Janis: yeah right Janis: be all good until he starts 💔😭🎻 and I'd have to come find you Jimmy: I get it, you're off the 🎪🤹🤡 clock Janis: just don't reckon I know enough sign language to win him over Jimmy: reckon you could leave it to 🎅 Jimmy: seems like he'd be a traditional kind of #lad, chuffed for you to be 🤐 and just bake the mince pies Janis: 🤤 what can't he do Jimmy: probably wouldn't have got 💀👑's cooking down him any easier than we did Janis: I didn't mind the excuse to go to the bathroom Jimmy: SUCH a 💊head, you Janis: 🙄 Janis: don't judge me, babes Jimmy: just her decor Jimmy: best that bathroom's ever gonna have looked with your giant head blocking out them ugly tiles Janis: should've dashed yours into 'em Jimmy: 🤤🤤🤤 Janis: gutted we didn't get to sleepover Janis: would've had plenty of time to redecorate 🩸 Jimmy: hang on, I'll set one up Jimmy: liven up the group chat Janis: 😂 Janis: you are SUCH a peacekeeper it's SOOOOOOOOOOO cute I can't 😻 Janis: run out of sleeps before 🎅 pays 'em all a visit Jimmy: 💰 on Asia getting into a #scandal thinking if she rubs the coal he gave her on her face she'll have a charcoal face mask ready to go Janis: Can't wait to #cancel her for good Jimmy: just better not have the sleepover here, that kind of casual racism could have her in the running for my new step ma Janis: imagine the unfortunate children Janis: massive heads and bigger teeth Janis: christ Jimmy: don't Jimmy: I'm basically illiterate, they'd be thick as shit Janis: the work would truly NEVER end Janis: you leave her in charge of 'em... 🍄💉🧱🧨🪓🔥 Jimmy: however many 👶 they churned out, she's one more on top of Janis: can't let that happen to you Jimmy: but near worth it for the #goals 👰🤵 pics obvs Janis: you wouldn't even be the cutest page boy Janis: tragic 💔 Jimmy: long as you keep faking your 😍 mate, don't matter Janis: I think I'll manage Janis: 🏆 at stake Jimmy: gotta take at least one job seriously, I'm doing your other Janis: 1. stop any time and let me 2. and your sister when you can't be arsed Jimmy: my sister when I've gotta be audience to your gingerbread masterpiece, more like Jimmy: can't have you going without 👏 Janis: don't throw down the gauntlet if you don't want me to show you how it's done Jimmy: when a lass begs me for a challenge, she gets one Jimmy: just that dickhead Janis: If I was gonna beg, you'd know about it Jimmy: you did and I did Jimmy: stop flirting with me, I've got a kid to shake away Jimmy: *awake Janis: yeah piss off and be useful Janis: 👋 in a few Jimmy: you got that hint then? Know what your room reading skills are like Janis: 'course you do Janis: got to have something to aspire to Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt don't mean cracking on with the second bit, case you need that spelling out an' all Janis: you're the one that's thick Janis: in your own words, spellchecked, I assume Jimmy: and I've still got better social skills, Julie 💔 for you Janis: if I got paid by the hour, I might bother as well 😘 Jimmy: Oi that's a point Jimmy: never left a tip in my jar, you Janis: you mean the one time I came in? Jimmy: you'd have preferred some festive bollocks off the menu, yeah? Jimmy: I'll sort that for next time 🤶 Janis: maybe I preferred another barista boy, and I know how tip jars work, make you share it out all equally 👎 Jimmy: alright but do you know how pockets work? I've got a few of them to slip 💰 in Jimmy: you can have that tip to slide into your new boyfriend's DMs with 😘 Janis: you aren't strippers Janis: if you want to go the hooter route, you're gonna need to make those aprons shorter Jimmy: there's a few 👴👵 who ain't had that memo Jimmy: I'll @ my manager with your 🥇💡 though, see if he'll get it done for this afternoon shift Janis: you're welcome Janis: you'll be cold but swimming in 💰 so who cares Jimmy: northerns don't feel the cold, bit like strippers Jimmy: *northerners Janis: you didn't totally wimp out on the school trip Janis: or the park Jimmy: 💪🏆 me Jimmy: Ian'll be dead proud Janis: yeah Janis: shame about the complexion Janis: leave it out and you can brag and bond Jimmy: 🍻 Janis: heartwarming Jimmy: hang on, this'll have you 💀💀💀 inside again Jimmy: [Bobby's reaction vid to these decs] Janis: Awh Janis: bless him Jimmy: we did alright Janis: you happy too? Janis: no video needed Jimmy: [a pic like 😁👍] Janis: 🤓 Jimmy: *😎🚬 Janis: 👌 honey Janis: does look good Jimmy: he's doing a letter to say tah to Santa, might need you to spellcheck it for us Janis: He's well cute Janis: doubt I'll get mine to do it but her penmanship is shite so he'll look 🥇 in comparison Jimmy: wait til he 👀s mine Jimmy: I'll have to tell him it ain't just a squiggle but actually says tah for the missus and that, mate Janis: 🎅💔 Jimmy: *🎅🥊 Janis: 😂 Janis: long as the kids are distracted by the shit gifts they'll get Jimmy: do you want your shit 🎨🎁 now or in a bit? Janis: give it to me when they get theirs or I'll 🥺 Janis: love ruining christmas, me Jimmy: don't sound like you, that Jimmy: 🥇🎄 work Janis: don't forget the gingerbread house Janis: as I crave that 👏 Jimmy: I'll knock you up a tinfoil 🏆 to go with your 👑 Janis: what you gonna cover your no carb low fat tofurkey with?!!!!? 😱😱😱 Jimmy: you're more important, girl Janis: taste better, is the honest truth Janis: don't need to be a 🧛 to know Jimmy: 😏 Jimmy: I'll stick that in the group chat Janis: you can say it but they're not gonna find out for themselves Jimmy: as constructive criticism goes it ain't bad but no need to take it as an instruction, lasses Janis: 🤢🤢 Janis: stop making me feel ill Janis: I've got to go break the ✨ surprise and get all the 🏆👑 Jimmy: piss off then Janis: TTFN Jimmy: 💕 Janis: [actually skip forward now] Janis: where do you wanna meet? we're ready Jimmy: We'll walk over, get the intros out the way before 🎅 can stick his oar in Janis: 👍 Janis: she's pretty good at pronunciation for a kid but you might have to step in if she gets too chatty Jimmy: keep her on the nice list, I get it Janis: Don't worry, she's not a dick like my sister or anything Jimmy: I weren't Jimmy: you wouldn't have invited her if she were owt like Gracie Janis: Good Janis: we'll be outside ☃️☃️ Jimmy: 👍 Janis: not got any 🚬🕶 going so can't make it in your likeness this time soz Jimmy: long as you get the 👂 and eyebrows sorted you can still tag me Janis: 🪒 Jimmy: 😍 Janis: you deserve a treat too, like Jimmy: I'm just pleased to see you, soz Jimmy: 🚫🔪🔨🔧🪓 Janis: don't worry, santa is coming through for me later Janis: 🤞 for ☣️ Janis: 🥴🤤🤮💀👻 Jimmy: 💰 on your man having a flask of socially acceptable poison Janis: yeah, give him the rosy red cheeks that complete the lewk Janis: nose that looks like a 🍓 Jimmy: that there's the only treat I need 🤤 Janis: 😂 Jimmy: [show up so these bubs can meet and start a lifelong friendship] Janis: [Libi just like bonjour, what are you going to ask Santa for, I'm gonna ask for this and this] Jimmy: [we know Bobby wants art supplies and a camera and we know why lol cue an eye roll from Jimothy as if he isn't buzzing to be loved] Janis: [no pretending that's not adorable, like, just like WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR CRAYON] Jimmy: [okay but imagine him taking a crayon from behind his ear where jimothy keeps 🚬] Janis: [imagine, Janis just 😏 above their heads like not encouraging bad habits or nothing] Jimmy: [jimmy just looking to see if it's black like his soul or blood red and tutting when it obvs isn't either of those] Janis: [shakes head like what have you been teaching him tbh, Libi saying hers is that bluey silver colour like her mum's hair and we oop] Jimmy: [Bobby just like I don't have a mum anymore cos kids don't give a fuck and Jimmy just like so glad I get to sign this] Janis: [just literally like gurl same! 'cos neither of you can tell a child to shut the fuck up lmao 'my mummy and daddy are dead, what happened to your mum?'] Jimmy: [Bobby just like 'she went away' because we truly know not] Janis: [just like fantastic, so glad we came, bet he's thrilled he invited us now, 'cos we're not even looking, just walking in total silence, meanwhile Libi like oh okay 'If she comes back, I can see her' and then moving on chatting about our dog and what we're getting her for Christmas] Jimmy: [Bobby just like 'my dad's about but you wouldn't want to meet him' and doing an impression of Ian's angry face and then telling her all about Twix because dogs 5ever, making Jimothy give him his phone to show Libi pics of this pup] Janis: ['my granddad could fight him' when you're like Libi shh that's not nice but at least that is amusing as a prospect, also clearly doing a phone swap 'cos you'd have that Killer queen content on yours, Libi being like 'Janis knows loads about dogs and has taught her loads of tricks because she used to be a naughty girl and wee everywhere and eat everyone's shoes' and loling] Jimmy: [Bobby just dangerously close to outting Jimmy's secrets by telling her that he fights Ian sometimes so casual so nbd and then telling her about how Cass did that dog walk the other day and going on and on about how naughty Twix is and all the things she's done] Janis: [JJ y'all gotta pick them up and run so you can shove breakfast in their gobs like nooooooooo 'you're so lucky you've got a brother AND a sister, even though your brother's old too' looking at Jimmy and shaking her head in disdain because that's the age of her aunties and stuff and kids have no concept of age they treat you like you're ancient but at least that's a joke we've had so Janis managing to look at Jimmy like lol, she knows your secret] Jimmy: [the most half hearted 😏 but we're a bit more amused when Bobby starts dragging Cass by doing an impression of how angry she is and stomping about etc as if she's worse than Ian] Janis: [she's cackling in that way babby's do 'you're funny, you're my new friend'] Jimmy: [Bobby is buzzing and we're using Jimothy's phone to have a selfie sesh but also take artsy pics of our new bff as we go along] Janis: [run along you innocent children, like you've not just revealed so much, god bless] Jimmy: [JJ just awkwardly af walking in silence now thanks kids] Janis: [going to apologize like several times but you can't even, where would you begin lmao, pretend it's chill] Jimmy: [chuck some snow at her or like shake a tree branch full of it onto her or something, any distraction will do] Janis: [fall into the safety of that] Jimmy: [if nothing else he's good at that when things are awkward] Janis: [likewise, when we sit down for this breakfast, you can do all the posting thus far] Jimmy: [cheers to the fans for that distraction, meanwhile Jimmy and Bobby can teach Libi some easy signing since we're BFFs and gonna be seeing more of you undoubtedly baby hen] Janis: [lucky for you gal, perks of being but a child, she'd love that 'cos mini nerd and she'll be able to pick it up as most nurseries now do makaton so it's a way into learning it] Jimmy: [at least the bubs are having a lovely time until Santa breaks Bobby's heart by not knowing any] Janis: [truly, a day of drama and stress when you're just trying to do something nice, if that don't sum up xmas] Jimmy: [the tea honey, at least that'll be easy to smooth over like the people I work with are dickheads as well boy, that ain't the real Santa's fault] Janis: [it happens a lot 'cos the shopping centre ones freak kids out rightly so, Libi just blowing raspberries at him like understand this loser 'cos we're a baby bad bitch] Jimmy: [I stan Libi and the way she'll protect him and make him less shy, cos you know we're doing it too after she has and didn't get shouted at lol] Janis: [you've got your prezzies kids, fuck him up, just tugging on Jimmy's sleeve and loudly being like 'What's sign for poopoo head?' 'cos the age hen] Jimmy: [obvs we're showing her and we're not sorry, Jimothy is a bad bitch too okay] Janis: [we're just calling everyone a poopoo head all day now, which I imagine is quite visually obvious because the swears etc usually are] Jimmy: [that has cheered everyone greatly thanks Libi] Janis: [you are a funny egg, at least, hence we can't be mad at you/ignore you because what is that achieving, 'tis not your fault Edie is dead luv] Jimmy: [and Edie wouldn't want that like you can be anti Ruster having her because she wouldn't want that obvs] Janis: [make that the hill and we lowkey ignore everyone else rn, at least in comparison to how everything was before, so it's fine lol, think we are gonna get y'all presents that don't suck and I think you should get pups and name them] Jimmy: [keeping them forever, you cannot destroy them Twix or Killer thank you] Janis: [keep 'em safe, lads, I think you should call yours Star, 'cos huskies are that silvery grey colour too and the names work well together because obviously your dogs are BFFs too] Jimmy: [aw Snow & Star 4ever] Janis: [making Janis make the dogs do little tricks for y'all and then cackling again when she makes 'em poo on Libi's head] Jimmy: [love this so much, also can't forget Jimmy giving Janis the 🎨 which can be when the bubs have their real 🎁 cos fuck you Santa] Janis: [we know she genuinely appreciates them honey, we're always excited to see what he's done] Jimmy: [god knows because he blatantly did it last night after she left/early this morning even before this convo started because never sleep well so] Janis: [you know Libi is gonna be all over that hun like SHOW ME and then being like draw me draw me to Jimmy and Bobby] Jimmy: [they shall honey because we love an art sesh] Janis: [the confidence of a child, just posing here with the dogs] Jimmy: [never change gal never lose it] Janis: [we're clearly making Janis too, then shouting out increasingly complicated things, like, make the dogs pull us on a sleigh, make us flying, like gal, your dreams lol] Jimmy: [Jimothy will never back down from a challenge, he's got you bub] Janis: [don't stress out poor Bobby though, at least you not a rude ass bitch so you wouldn't shade his attempt] Jimmy: [it'd be a cute attempt, BFF status cemented] Janis: [can put up these pics for extra cuteness, hoes will DIE] Jimmy: [I wish we actually had some but alas] Janis: [never be as good as our imagination anyway] Jimmy: [true, is there anything else we wanna have them do before he has to go back to work?] Jimmy: [could go to the park maybe because it's right by his house and thus mcvickers] Janis: [that's a good way to end this day for you kiddos, could also get the dogs which would make them lowkey hysterical with happiness so pop off] Jimmy: [love that cos we know Cass has probably walked the other dogs while they've been out for that cash so no time to take Twix] Janis: [live ya life, get ya things, but now you gotta go to work and we gotta] Janis: Thanks for today, reckon they both enjoyed themselves 👍✔ Jimmy: you're alright, were going any road and I reckon he had a better time with her about Janis: they were cute Janis: and she lives at my nan and granddads so if he wants to hang more, easy done Jimmy: 👍✔ Janis: Yeah Janis: well she doesn't always talk about her dead mum and dad so it shouldn't be a big thing Janis: sorry Jimmy: it weren't a big thing to him Jimmy: nowt for you to be sorry for Janis: It weirds plenty of kids out Janis: I could've warned you, I guess Jimmy: loads of kids reckon he's weird Jimmy: Asia's sister included Janis: some front when you look like your ma fucked a cheese grater Jimmy: her dad weren't at the nativity, might be 'cause he were stuck in a drawer, yeah Janis: dunno if she's got one any more Janis: 💀👑 flex Jimmy: what, like she fucked and ate him? Janis: 🐰🥕 Jimmy: #fated Janis: 💔 they didn't think so Jimmy: 💔 I can't change the station to Classic FM for them 🎻s Janis: Perils of 🎅🎄🎁☃️ Jimmy: ❌🎅 that shithead's 💀💀💀 to us Janis: yeah Janis: and his tunes are shit Jimmy: don't even care how fit that 🍓 were looking Jimmy: SO over him and his 👃 babes Janis: better off without him Janis: you can do SO much better Jimmy: 🖋 us a joke about him being a ho ho HOE Janis: I'll hit up the group chat Janis: their level of humour Jimmy: 🥇💡 Janis: and one of them has always just been dumped so they'll comiserate with you Jimmy: tah huns Janis: nothing if not the BEST friends to have Jimmy: DUH! Only time I'll accept 🥈 Janis: charming that is 😏 Jimmy: I get it 🎅 were a right let down, you need some 💕 Janis: just a bit rude that you're so gracious with them Jimmy: Baby Janis: Such a pisstake Jimmy: their BFF status, yeah Janis: you Jimmy: why me? Janis: you just are Jimmy: you can take it Janis: true Jimmy: I know, that'll be why I said it Janis: we're alright, yeah? Janis: I don't think shit needs to be weird just 'cos 2 kids have got no filter Jimmy: don't it feel like we're alright to you? Janis: it was a bit awkward Janis: but I'm over it if you are Jimmy: nowt to be over from where I'm serving overpriced ☕ Jimmy: just the unpaid translator earlier, me, none of my business what they were going on about Jimmy: if you wanna tell me something, up to you, that Janis: alright Janis: works for me Jimmy: she's world class at signing, won't need me after a bit, any road Janis: bit of a third-wheel Janis: cramp his style with your 🤓 Jimmy: *😎 Jimmy: but alright 🖍 are cooler than 🚬 give him that Janis: gonna usurp you in every way, for sure Jimmy: go on then, what's your fave colour 🖍 ? Janis: the important questions Janis: don't know why it's taken you so long Jimmy: tell me Jimmy: edge of the seat I ain't allowed to put my arse near til my next break Janis: 🎻😞 Janis: goldenrod or inchworm obvs Jimmy: gonna do your next 🎨 in them so 🤞 you took it serious Janis: it's 💛💚 so I'm gonna look like a keylime pie Jimmy: never said I were drawing you, bighead Janis: you will be though Jimmy: not gonna now for the sake of Janis: 1. I know you're tired, grumpy 2. How will they know it's goals??? Jimmy: 1. Bollocks 2. everything I touch turns to #goals, nowt I could do wrong Janis: 1. s'fair, you've been an unpaid translator, an artiste, santa and now barista boy who can't sit down 2. alright, if you want to add Midas to the CV but might be a bit much Jimmy: now I've got your permission I'll draw some eyes on 😎 and grab a quick kip 👍 tah for that, Jillian Jimmy: ❌ that off the CV though, noted Janis: it's fair but life and working a minimum wage job for your living ain't Janis: keep 💭 though and I'll let you focus on it and the overpriced ☕ Jimmy: where's your focus going? Janis: need to get another minimum wage job I can do sitting down so you don't take it over/ban me Jimmy: you were hopping round less today, that just for the kid's benefit or were you 💭 about keeping me out of pocket with a full recovery, like? Janis: 💭 about keeping you out the loop and pretending it's permanent Janis: have you munchausened me or am I munchausening you Janis: real question #2 Jimmy: well done on telling me that plan then Janis: Yeah, you know Janis: when you've pissed off who's gonna carry me about Jimmy: 🎅 Jimmy: you're heavy but not sack of 🎁 heavy Janis: true Janis: he's 💪 Janis: oh well, problem sorted then 👋 Jimmy: Lucas is a poor man's version an' all he'd be alright for a few lifts Jimmy: I'll race back for the funeral, obvs Janis: don't Janis: he actually offered me a lift once after a match and it was very awkward Janis: definitely not meant to do that, but he's a maverick, you know Jimmy: did you offer to take a lit match to his car or what? Janis: I'm not as witty as Libi Janis: but I did get detention for a week, which is funny as, like what you saying for? 'cos I didn't wanna get sexually assaulted and dumped in a ditch? Janis: 💩💩🧠 Jimmy: Stockholm syndrome only works for dickheads like me on dickheads like you 💔 for him Janis: 'scuse me? Jimmy: can't ⛓ you to a desk nowhere but in his dreams Jimmy: could've childlocked you into his motor but his lack of 🥇🗨 pissed on that Janis: If there was anything in his plan for me, might've worked Janis: but I'm not arsed about straight As Janis: 🤞 he tried Mia next Jimmy: she does look like she just crawled out a ditch Jimmy: dunno if we can score him any credit for that though Janis: just the #aesthetic babes Janis: try and look a bit buzzing when they come in, 'cos they will Janis: no need to 💔 them about 🎅 when you can act like it was the best time ever Jimmy: 😒 just my face, nowt personal, Mia Janis: NOT pleased to see her 🔧🔨🧨🪓🔪 Jimmy: I'll fake it if she fakes not being a Scrooge Janis: no need to go that far Jimmy: if you can't be a slag for tips at christmas, when can you, eh? Janis: 🙄😏 Jimmy: Oi, dead serious question, that Janis: I don't do your schedule Janis: though maybe I'll pop a CV in Janis: better or worse than step-mum nightmares? 🤔 Jimmy: Depends Janis: on? Jimmy: you gonna leave the ☕🎨 to me or are we making 🎄🍆 happen? Janis: 1. the #goals answer is the cup ain't big enough to do it justice, alright 2. if you were as good a teacher as Lucas, I might be better but most importantly 3. gonna be your manager, I'll never be there let alone ever make ☕s Jimmy: got it all figured out, you Jimmy: be piss easy for you to answer my next dead serious question Janis: yeah, aside for my total lack of experience for the role, well in Janis: so go on Jimmy: I were just thinking are we too 👰💍🤵? 👵💕👴 ain't #goals unless we're chatting my personal Janis: too domestic, you mean? Jimmy: we've done 👶🐕 if there ain't a christmas eve eve party I'll lose the 🤏 of faith I had in paddy teen humanity Janis: there's always parties Janis: it probably is time to hit another one up Jimmy: nowt to do with Ian clocking off for 🎄 and TOTALLY to do with me being chuffed to bits to give the fans what they're after Janis: 🙌 Janis: worth celebrating, I get it Jimmy: 🍾 Janis: as much as it pains me, I can't say I can't make it Janis: so sure, put in an appearance Jimmy: I get it 💔 you can't dance Jimmy: 🦶🎻🎻 Janis: at least I have an excuse Jimmy: me an' all, it's being a white northern lad Janis: 😂 Janis: I meant an excuse not to be ground on by randomers but yeah Jimmy: still works Janis: 💔💔 Jimmy: don't worry, I'll do my 😭 for pity tips, nowt you need to see Janis: if you're going that kind of party Janis: don't need to invite me Jimmy: I'll tell Doris to chuck her cardi on 💕 she'll love a bit of that Janis: unsurprised Janis: dirty bitch Jimmy: 😍😍 Janis: 🤢 Jimmy: green is right Janis: ha Janis: obviously Jimmy: whatever party we're going to, I will need a slaggy 🤶 ootd Janis: Penneys will have one you can pick up Jimmy: owt you want? Janis: not a fake beard Janis: ❌🎅 Jimmy: already got one of them in me Janis: fuck off Jimmy: in a bit then, Ellen Janis: you aren't funny Jimmy: still working on the 🤹 me Jimmy: ☕☕☕☕☕ Janis: keep at it Jimmy: they're here, should I invite 'em to this party or what? Janis: depends Jimmy: ? Janis: do you want an actual night off or do you wanna have to do #goals shit Jimmy: you heard, can do goals shit without trying Jimmy: do you want a night off? Janis: I asked you first Jimmy: so answer me first Janis: 🙄 Janis: I've had enough time off Janis: my ankle is better Jimmy: alright Janis: so answer Jimmy: I did Janis: Bitch, where Jimmy: I said alright Jimmy: I can do it Janis: no need to tax yourself Jimmy: piss off Janis: I'll go home and decorate mine Jimmy: 👌 Janis: don't invite them and you can actually have a decent time Jimmy: where? it's still a shit party full of dickheads Janis: it's your night off Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: you can't think of a single fun thing to do? Jimmy: if I ain't on your clock I'm on another Jimmy: 👶🐕 Janis: you said your dad was off Janis: is that not the entire point Jimmy: the entire point were I don't wanna be there, not that I don't have to be Jimmy: nowt #goals about pissing about for the sake of Jimmy: if you don't need me to be 🏆 they do Janis: if you don't wanna be there, then don't Janis: it doesn't make any odds if we're being #goals or not Janis: like your dad is really invested Jimmy: nowt I do is for that prick's benefit, didn't reckon that needed spelling out an' all Janis: that's my point Janis: do it for yourself Janis: don't need to pretend you're doing me a massive favour to warrant it Jimmy: what's it doing for me if I ain't? Janis: I don't know Janis: some peace and quiet Janis: time to fucking breathe Jimmy: you heard me, where? Jimmy: tisn't the season, mate Janis: for fuck's sake Janis: I never said I had all the answers for you Jimmy: don't have a go at me just 'cause I ain't chuffed at the prospect of becoming a ⛄ walking the streets of this shithole taking deep breaths or some bollocks Janis: you stop having a go at me first and we'll be quits Janis: sorry I don't have any top ideas of what you can do Janis: if I did we wouldn't need to bother with this bullshit Jimmy: 👍 Janis: whatever Jimmy: tah for that Janis: just piss off and do some work Jimmy: going against your night off stance but alright Jimmy: not the hill you wanna 💀💀💀 on Janis: whatever you're gonna do, you're still on the 🕡 right now Jimmy: weren't reckoning I had this apron on 'cause it makes me look even more fit and mysterious Jimmy: just a bonus, that Janis: funny Jimmy: come to the party with me, dickhead Janis: you're so frustrating Jimmy: how else you gonna prove to me your ankle is better and get your 🐕🏃💰 back? Jimmy: come on Janis: alright Jimmy: alright Janis: I thought you wanted to go alone Jimmy: what for? Janis: be off my 🕡 Jimmy: this is the easiest job I've got Jimmy: and before you start, NOT saying you are Janis: I'm not starting nothing Janis: it just pisses me off when you act like it's all my idea, or I wanna do it Janis: it's mutually beneficial, that's the point Janis: and the rest of them are the ones 👀 & 💬 Janis: not me Jimmy: it were my idea, I ain't forgotten that or why it's a 🥇 Jimmy: I'm a mardy prick, can't fake that I ain't all the time Janis: I'll survive Jimmy: I'll make it up to you Janis: don't need to Jimmy: but we both need Ian's stash more than him Janis: not gonna argue with that Jimmy: mutually beneficial, I heard you Janis: he can enjoy some sober family fun Janis: I'm not going to enjoy any party if I'm not at least a bit buzzed Jimmy: you can be pissed as 💀#2 were by round 2 of that game if you want, used to carrying you by now Janis: considering how much we've eat today Janis: literally impossible Jimmy: 💔 I can't accept that challenge 'cause I ain't no lightweight Jimmy: feels wrong turning one down Janis: what else is a party for Janis: be loads of others to 🥇 Jimmy: quick, give me one I can do now before I vanish 👻👋 Janis: 🤔🤔 hmm Janis: I don't know much about this ☕😍 life Janis: but how many non-dairy orders can you 🐄 up before any of 'em notice and complain Janis: trusting you not to bullshit, dickhead Jimmy: I swear on our kid's fake 🐕 Janis: hope the real one ain't savaged poor snow Janis: will be all your fault, obvs Jimmy: sounds like her, that Jimmy: and me getting the blame'd be about right an' all Jimmy: 🤞🤞 Janis: Poor baby Jimmy: you better mean me Janis: 'course I mean you Jimmy: know what you're like 🐕💕 Janis: didn't even buy myself one, firstly Janis: and secondly, you know you're 🥇 don't be jealous Jimmy: I'd have nicked you one but 👀 and 👂 already got our sticking a 🖍 behind his Jimmy: no need to turn 'em into baby Bonnie and Clyde Janis: thank god he's cute Janis: or it'd be baby borstal Janis: use the disability card and there's nothing he can't do 😎🖍 Jimmy: and then it'd be baby 👻 'cause he'd never hack that Janis: 🥺 Janis: got that from you and all Jimmy: how much bollocks were yours 🗨? Janis: I know you're gutted she got your number Janis: 👴 Jimmy: shut up Jimmy: is there owt you can do for our real 🐕 or what? Janis: Oh Janis: well, yeah Janis: that's the side hussle 'cos the rich cunts who cba to walk their own dogs also cba to train 'em, oddly enough Jimmy: it's too 💰💰💰 for us poor lads then Janis: not necessarily Janis: need the funds myself so we can do 💰 and a favour Jimmy: if you're 💭 mates rates he weren't 🗨 bollocks about how 😈🐕 it is Janis: it can't be worse than that thing was Janis: Killer ain't a funny nickname 'cos it was so 😇 Jimmy: might have to be a big favour, all I'm saying Janis: if you can't afford it Jimmy: made 2 🐄☕ with no 🤬 or 💩 already, be alright Janis: 🤞 Jimmy: 🤝? Janis: you don't want to hear what favour I might want? Janis: brave Janis: but a deal Jimmy: I ain't scared of giving you owt you might want, Jules Janis: Good Jimmy: 👍 Janis: be a really boring party otherwise Jimmy: can't have that Janis: would be gutted Janis: and I do owe you for all the kid time today Jimmy: #notallsantas Jimmy: you'll get no 💔 off me Janis: not what I want Janis: but I did miss being alone with you Janis: I know she's a lot Jimmy: she's alright Janis: she's just a kid Janis: she don't know no better Jimmy: 🥈 to 😎🖍 obvs but I rate her as kids go Janis: duh, that 💕🥇 is mutual Jimmy: he's got no mates here yet, it were a 🏆 day for him Janis: I'm glad Janis: she liked him too Janis: wouldn't shut up Jimmy: he's probs still going on to my sister an' all Janis: gonna owe her something now Janis: probably a bit better than a cuddly 🐕 Jimmy: she's done alright out of the 🐕🏃💰 she'll live Janis: she don't need to re-cripple me for the gig Janis: plenty of 🐕🏃💰 to go 'round, don't need to be 14 for that Jimmy: she'll be 💔 you don't wanna 🥊 but yeah Jimmy: she can't be arsed to do ours but I don't blame her when it's Ian's 💰 Janis: I don't make it a habit 👶🍭 Jimmy: brb gotta @ her that fighting 🗨 Janis: such a shit-stirrer Janis: it's alright, not tryna be your new step-mum, don't need to parent-trap me Jimmy: it's called making coffee when it's my 9-5, babe Janis: 😂 get him some chalk he's had an 💭💡 Jimmy: can do my 🐄☕ tally an' all Janis: make your least fave colleague clean the bogs today Jimmy: whoever the lad is you said you liked ✔ Janis: 😨 Jimmy: 😏 Janis: trying to turn everyone against me, I 👀 Janis: only going to have to make it up to him, think on Jimmy: not if I do first 😘 Janis: 🐍 Jimmy: bit of editing that's a 🍆📏 compliment Janis: UGH Janis: bastard Jimmy: 😂 Janis: you always go on about just the tip so Janis: can't confirm nor deny ladies 💁🙊 Jimmy: one way to get me to do nudes Janis: Eurgh, don't Janis: I'll hype you up in the tweets, fine Jimmy: go on then Janis: alright Janis: [least subtle posts ever 'cos a challenge] Jimmy: [cue a flirting via socials sesh because love that for you two always] Janis: [always a mood] Janis: so goals Jimmy: Where do you reckon 💀👑 is on the scale? Janis: 😠 Janis: but if she does come to this party Janis: 🤬 potential Jimmy: but you ain't factored in she can see my 😍 IRL Jimmy: have another go Janis: 😡 Janis: so festive of her Janis: #2 bringing the 🤢 Jimmy: proud of you Janis: Babe 😊😌 Janis: are they all there? Jimmy: yeah Janis: wow ✨ miracles never cease 🙄 Jimmy: 👀 🛍 about to go ask if there's owt for us Janis: real 🎅 right there Jimmy: gonna pretend I can't understand her answer Jimmy: if that other dickhead can get away with it Janis: 😏 Jimmy: Where's Libi when I need her? Janis: she could rinse them Jimmy: I'd dip into the tip jar to see it Janis: too bad she's probably having her tea right now Janis: downsides of being 4 Jimmy: can't promise her owt better off this menu Janis: sounds like too much excitement for one day Janis: my nan'll be fuming Jimmy: I'll be round to make it up to her in a bit 🦷🌹🦷 Janis: no tah, Romeo Jimmy: spoilsport Janis: you wanted an outfit, I'm out 👀 🛍 Jimmy: watch your 🦶 in the stampede Janis: it's mental Janis: 🥊 for the bargains Jimmy: do you a 🥊 alongside my 🐄☕ Jimmy: high scores over here Janis: you're on Jimmy: 🖋👂 til my next break Janis: cute Jimmy: Bill's 👻 on at me to write you a sonnet Janis: how many did he crack out? Janis: so many hoes Jimmy: I'd ask but he's flirting now Jimmy: never takes a break, him Janis: Oh Bill Janis: the slutty friend in this sitcom Jimmy: *romcom Janis: so soz Jimmy: 😘 Janis: can't believe how cliche this shit is and we're still getting new fans Jimmy: just that good Janis: thanks, I am Jimmy: said it before Jimmy: as a muse, you're 🥇 Janis: you're not so bad yourself Jimmy: I'll aim my 😳 at their table, tah for the MASSIVE compliment Janis: I could do better but Jimmy: ? Janis: maybe it'll make me 😳 Jimmy: you're in hell, there's your excuse Jimmy: *🥵 Janis: I already know what we're gonna do at this party and honestly, I would've come even if you didn't want me to Janis: 'til you you did Jimmy: will you come here? Janis: yes Jimmy: 🚫🏃 Janis: okay Janis: but now, yeah? Jimmy: what kind of question is that? Janis: One I want you to answer Jimmy: one you know the answer to Jimmy: 'course now Janis: 👍 Janis: hold on Jimmy: I don't care if they're still here, that's not why Janis: No? Jimmy: I'll still want you here when they've pissed off Janis: I know Janis: I wanna be there Janis: you know, with you Jimmy: I know it gets a bit Jimmy: what I mean and don't Jimmy: what's for them and what's for you Janis: headfuck Janis: but we both knew that Jimmy: yeah Janis: I can handle it Jimmy: I wouldn't have picked you if I didn't reckon you could Janis: not a total bastard Jimmy: just 🤏 Janis: I like it Jimmy: obvs, your type is 🎅 Janis: 💩heads? Janis: maybe Jimmy: works for me Janis: [show up gal] Jimmy: [have an epic makeout sesh in front of all these shoppers going past and the gals inside 👀🍿 through the huge windows] Janis: [you've earnt it] Jimmy: [and Mia always deserves to be fuming] Janis: [very true honey, we know you and Pablo is all but over now] Jimmy: [he won't have bought you any goals gifts, what are you gonna do buy them yourself and imply they are from him? awkward] Janis: [didn't come to your friendmas even though you told him to, he's not serving his purpose hen] Jimmy: [notp in every sense] Janis: [we been knew, bye gals, we aren't remotely thinking about you rn] Jimmy: [lowkey never are, you're a flimsy excuse at most huns] Janis: [one we don't need currently] Jimmy: [are you coming in when his break is over or are you off again gal?] Janis: [we're coming in 'cos he asked you to stay] Jimmy: [we'll make you food you actually wanna eat, it's been ages since breakfast] Janis: [just try and find somewhere to perch and chill] Jimmy: [we'll do you the favour of saying Mia made the gals storm past you mid makeout or whatever so you don't have to sit with them] Janis: [lmao imagine, bring your festive spirit down more than the kids chatting up a storm earlier lmao] Jimmy: [that's the last thing we need, he'd get in trouble by letting you sit in the staff area before he made you share their table lol] Janis: [should do that, you know his managers long gone for xmas lol] Jimmy: [honestly go ahead gal we haven't done any of the getting in trouble stuff yet so his record is spotless rn] Janis: [us 😈 lmao] Jimmy: 👍? Janis: 👍 Janis: like what you've done with the place Jimmy: it were a bit more 🎄 but some dickhead nicked loads of it Janis: shocking Janis: some people have no shame Jimmy: if you reckon that's bad, you'll never get your head round how some people spend their 🚬 breaks, Judith Jimmy: enough to make you 😳 Janis: The people with holes and ink all over their body have bad habits? 😱 Janis: will not hear of it Jimmy: SO pure 😇 Janis: you had a costume change of 💘? Jimmy: that one's gotta be yours, Tiny Tim, for seeing the good in everyone's 💘 Janis: cheers for not calling me a 🐷 anymore, I guess Jimmy: you're welcome 🐸 Janis: 😏 Janis: don't fancy eating flies though Jimmy: Dunno if I could keep faking 😍 for you and your new diet Janis: it is a big ask Janis: wonder if I can convince the gals it's the new thing though Jimmy: nowt more #goals than a lad who'll pick flies out of his 🦷🦷 for you Jimmy: they'll FINALLY know their 💕 is real Janis: Beautiful, truly Jimmy: I'll pass it on to Bill's 👻 Janis: bit rude that he's not solely focused on our story Jimmy: *I'll 👻🥊 Janis: hot Jimmy: that's the ☕ I'm 🤹 Janis: I couldn't actually work here Jimmy: I couldn't actually have you work here Janis: fight for the tips too real Janis: I get it Jimmy: that'll do for why Janis: go on Jimmy: what? Janis: give me the bulletpoints Jimmy: you're alright 🤓 Janis: tah, babe Jimmy: and I'm alright for not 🖋 you a naughty list Jimmy: which you know were what I meant Janis: you're 🤹 Janis: I know Janis: can't blame me for trying Jimmy: you heard me #notallsantas Jimmy: don't wanna watch you sleep either, tah Janis: I appreciate you saying that Janis: don't sound at all like you're gonna Jimmy: 👀 Janis: thank god the sleepover didn't happen Janis: you and 💀👑 meet over my corpse Jimmy: I'll sort a new one since you're 💔 Janis: with who? Jimmy: I'm just the 💪🏆 Jimmy: up to you, that Janis: 🎅👴😎☕ Janis: party Jimmy: and what, we all chuck our 🔑s in a bowl? Jimmy: or just pass you around Janis: UM Janis: how dare you, we do face masks and watch movies Jimmy: 🥱😴 Janis: 😱😱 BABES Janis: 😭 Jimmy: SOZ Janis: you are SO uninvited from the gangbang now Jimmy: 😭😭😭 Janis: it's me who's a 🍆 down Janis: you're so selfish Jimmy: if you've still got that 🪒 it's easily sorted Janis: bit rapey Janis: 😎☕ is basically an open invitation in this place Jimmy: no need to just castrate me with your 🗨 Jimmy: there's my consent Janis: you aren't bleeding out yet Janis: sorry Jimmy: I'll stop it with the steam wand Janis: ooh Janis: resourceful Jimmy: Oi, don't sound so surprised, dickhead Janis: I didn't expect you to have really considered castration that much, tbh Janis: but yes 💪🧠 Jimmy: never gonna unlock all my kinks with that attitude Janis: 😂 Janis: you're keeping the list 🔒 Jimmy: when you're ready for it, I'll give you the bulletpoints Janis: How am I not ready for it? Jimmy: you're here for a start Jimmy: what are we gonna do get a wet floor sign out and stick a 🧹 through the door handle? Janis: are we going to do that? Jimmy: that on your list? Janis: Well, it is now Jimmy: good, 'cause we ain't gonna have time to do more than the one ✔ before Doris is kicking off for her ☕ or invite Janis: She can wait Janis: I don't want to share you right now Jimmy: [showing up for 😈 antics because his manager ain't here and we don't care what our co-workers think] Janis: [live your best lives guys there is no reason not to] Jimmy: [Pete if you're here ILY and you would do the exact same with your gf so but fuck the rest of y'all truly] Janis: [maybe not exactly the same if you're a little less extra but yes, we aren't interested] Jimmy: [you're a bit older and chiller but you know] Janis: [soz you aren't living a romcom lmao god bless] Jimmy: [JJ out here doing the most and living their dreams from day 1] Janis: [we just skirting around our trauma and trying to live and be young and I love that for you] Jimmy: [literally imagine just having to go back to work like 👋 in a bit as if that didn't just happen I always die thinking about stuff like this] Janis: [lol your life, hence I think you should go back out shopping for a bit girl 'til he's ready to leave] Jimmy: [thank god you're both shameless because even though nobody would've heard anything with the christmas tunes and how busy it is, everyone totally knows] Janis: [y'all aren't subtle, enjoy the #bants and/or disgust from your coworkers Jimothy soz] Jimmy: [making friends everywhere he goes, you're welcome for the fact you're gonna get sacked from here because you're not leaving Dublin in a hot sec like you think you are] Janis: [you're all teens/young adults, y'all be getting messy in all the ways, don't judge lol] Jimmy: [mhmm and we know the kinda hipster peeps who be working there ain't it so shhh] Janis: that girl with the pink hair and neck tat gave me the biggest evils Jimmy: it's just her face Jimmy: 😒 part of our uniform Jimmy: and her hair's rose gold, very festive of her, get it right Janis: roots down to her eyebrows and all Janis: tell your girlfriend she's safe it's #fake Jimmy: oh Ashleeeee Jimmy: I'll tell her to get down the salon Janis: or stick a santa hat on Janis: problem solved if she covers her face with it too Jimmy: she'd probably make a better ☕ blind an' all Janis: you're 🥇 are you? Jimmy: you're asking questions you know the answer to again Janis: I don't drink it, I can't comment Jimmy: it weren't a #humblebrag she's a 🎄 temp, can't do fuck all but 😒 and gone before her roots'll reach her chin Janis: makes sense Janis: least you can blame the 🐄☕ on her Jimmy: except 💀👑 and co's, reckon they'll know that were me, if they ever know Janis: none of them are asking for no 🐄 'cos it makes them shit their brains out Janis: but that extra 1/8 lbs will give it away 😣 😖 😫 😩 🥺 😢 😭 😤 😠 😡 🤬 🤯 Jimmy: if it made 'em 💩 they'd ask for it, hoard the laxatives for another day, I get it Janis: True Janis: 🙄 Jimmy: soz if you find any 💩 in the changing rooms though, mate Jimmy: 🐄☕ well into double figures Janis: that's just any other day for Penney's Janis: but I'll sign your name if you like Jimmy: Tah Janis: gold sharpie Janis: make it festive Jimmy: just like that, going from muse to artist, you Janis: A ⭐ is born Janis: don't ruin it for me when I get my grammy and you're an alcoholic Jimmy: nowt fake about their 💕 Jimmy: if you don't go that hard for me when my missus, Ashlee is front row, you ain't having that oscar Janis: 😏 Janis: only to catch her 😒 on camera Jimmy: bollocks, in it for the 👏👏🌹👏 you Janis: you're just in it to be serenaded so don't @ me mate Jimmy: not denying it Janis: 😍 x1000 Jimmy: owt to give me a break from these fucking 🎄🎵 Janis: reckon the staff here have gone full zombie Janis: 💀 in the 👀 and 🧠 Jimmy: bit rude of you not to leave me for 💀💀💀 back there Jimmy: could be us rotting but you're playing 💔 Janis: Rosie was gonna passive-aggressively ask me to buy something or leave if I didn't Jimmy: taking orders from her'll do nowt for them gay rumours Jimmy: need a #LAD to tell you what to do, duh Jimmy: I'll give you a shout when I find one Janis: Shut up, s'why I left before she could say fuck all Janis: and how are there gonna be any gay rumours when the reason she's pissed off is 'cos she's jealous Jimmy: depends who she's jealous of Janis: if she's gay that's her problem Janis: but she's jealous of me, FYI Janis: take the compliment Jimmy: don't sound like me, that Jimmy: you're the 👏👏🌹👏 chaser Janis: 1. rude 2. bollocks Jimmy: 1. ain't much of a compliment if she fancies me 2. I'll have you know my head's genetically this big Janis: you know what you look like and you're well 😏 about it Janis: not saying you're wrong Jimmy: I know what she looks like an' all Janis: not like she's the only one 😍 is it Jimmy: my inbox is as full as yours Janis: yeah Jimmy: so you've got nowt to be jealous of Janis: I'm not jealous Jimmy: what then? Janis: I'm just saying she is Janis: fuck sake big head, don't get it twisted Jimmy: don't get a mard on Janis: I'm not, idiot Jimmy: 👌 Janis: Are you? Jimmy: ? Janis: in a mood? Jimmy: why would I be? Janis: I don't know Janis: why would I be, like Jimmy: 😒 ain't in your job description Janis: I'm not Janis: I only left so you could actually get some work done Janis: that's all Jimmy: alright Janis: don't actually care what your coworkers reckon but you do have to work with them Janis: least for a while longer Jimmy: I'll live Janis: it's about making shit easier Janis: not harder, yeah Jimmy: you did Jimmy: not saying I'm 😁👍 or nowt but Janis: not even a little? Janis: shit review, that Jimmy: you can have one of the dead eyed ones 😀 or 😃 Janis: I'd rather 😒 Jimmy: [a 😒 selfie like there you go ILY] Janis: tah Jimmy: I rate you, you know I do Janis: shh Jimmy: not gonna sing it but Janis: if we've got to be a romcom Janis: not being one with a musical number Jimmy: won't argue 🤐 Jimmy: #notallnortherners 🎭🩰🎤 Janis: you're warning me how embarrassing you're gonna be at this party Janis: I get it Jimmy: can't say you ain't been now Jimmy: #notalldaddys an' all Jimmy: dickhead dad if I'm owt Janis: however goals that may be Janis: I'd sooner grate my face off Jimmy: you always know EXACTLY what to say Jimmy: really fulfil my nursing kink, that will Janis: how great would you look if you stayed with me Janis: my only positive, gone Jimmy: Piss off Jimmy: be even more mysterious to make up for losing how fit you are Janis: 😶😶😶 Janis: what is she thinking Jimmy: 🤯🤯🤯 Janis: do you if you like Janis: #muteandcute Jimmy: the couple who self harms together are obvs gonna stay together Janis: 💀💀 means forever 😃😃 Jimmy: long as it don't backfire when everyone reckons I've been cracking onto Asia's dad 💋 Janis: reunite 'em for the holidays Janis: ✨💕 Jimmy: you're really earning that 😇 costume for tonight Janis: you'll still steal the show, babe Jimmy: you ARE the show, babe 👀🍿🔪 Jimmy: Ashleeeeeee's got nowt on 💀👑 Jimmy: or my long lens Janis: 😂 Janis: dope Jimmy: promise not to do you like princess di, know you'd hate everyone going on about you for that long Janis: what good is 👏👏🌹👏 if I can't 👂 Janis: obvs Jimmy: 👻 perks Jimmy: get to be a right nosy dickhead forever Janis: suits you Janis: no 🧛 perks except the taste Jimmy: 🦷🦷 suit you Jimmy: what about 💪🏆🏃🥇? Janis: that's just me Jimmy: SUCH an athlete Jimmy: I've heard Janis: I'll show you if you ever stop fussing and nursing Jimmy: BUT 🥺 Janis: I know Janis: but I need a redemption arc Jimmy: nowt wrong with 😈 Janis: falling on my arse though Janis: 👎 Jimmy: 👍 for me Jimmy: but I get it, you wanna impress me Janis: if I wanted to impress you, I just would Janis: it's easy Jimmy: 🗨 is Janis: you'll 👀 Jimmy: *📷 Janis: if you can catch me Jimmy: challenge accepted Janis: 💪 Jimmy: tah very much, compliment accepted an' all Janis: when you out? Jimmy: [a time which I hope isn't forever away because work sucks enough without your co-workers gossiping about your love life] Janis: 👍 Janis: might compliment you then Jimmy: you find a party? Janis: [a selection of, 'cos these teens are extra] Jimmy: we gonna #bless the one or do a tour? Janis: a tour is actually a good idea Janis: fuck it up Janis: go before it's really shit Jimmy: there you go again sounding 😱😱 that I've had a 🥇💡 Janis: like I'm meant to reckon every 💭 you have is golden Jimmy: glad we're on the same 📖 FINALLY Janis: 🙄 Janis: I'm on a whole new book, babes Jimmy: alright, give us a chance Jimmy: basically illiterate Janis: awh Janis: keep practising on those coffee cups hun Jimmy: good job I nicked our kid's 🖍 Janis: long as it weren't a swap Jimmy: @ nspcc Janis: you're alright Janis: this country is infamous for not giving a shit about kids Jimmy: that'll be why Ian brought us here Janis: if he tries to give you to some nuns, run Jimmy: into their arms #kinkunlocked Janis: sure that's another costume Janis: want an outfit change? Jimmy: not very festive though, is it? Jimmy: if I were the baby Jesus, that's one thing, but his groupies Janis: well you can't go as baby Jesus Janis: that's obscene Janis: and where am I getting a loincloth as this hour, thank you Jimmy: such a letdown, you Jimmy: seen you piss about and craft a 🐑 for fuck's sake, it's ALMOST like you DON'T WANT to make this happen for me Janis: it's almost like you're a complete exhibitionist Jimmy: Lucas would support me, knew I should've picked him Janis: no one's stopping you Jimmy: UGH and now you're not even gonna fight for me 😭😭 Janis: you'll come crawling back when he's trying to pick up more 12 year olds again Jimmy: less of a rom com more of a crimewatch reconstruction Janis: you, the clueless wife who had NO idea Janis: sure, Sharon Janis: turning a blind eye so you didn't have to fuck him Jimmy: chuffed he's pissing off out so I can watch telly without his loud breathing doing my head in Janis: You're an Emmerdale fan, definitely Janis: neighbours and home and away in the afternoons Jimmy: Doctors is my top pic though obvs Janis: your only friends are the characters in your stories Janis: sad, honestly Jimmy: Oi don't forget the 🐩 I'm starting to look like Jimmy: it hates me, obvs, so I get why you didn't 💭 Janis: it doesn't want you to baby it but it's all you wanted it for Jimmy: he won't put a 👶 in me and that's 💔 but OMG it's just like one of my fave plots #conflicted Janis: Sharon, you're barren Janis: you need to come to terms with it Jimmy: DUN DUN DUN Jimmy: but it's me doing my own piss poor drum roll Janis: 😂 meanwhile, casual serial killer b plot with your mans Jimmy: Sharon, you're having a mental breakdown Jimmy: this is a REAL doctor's office Janis: not you trying to seduce your fave doctor and it's actually your GP and he's gonna call the psych ward Jimmy: 🚨🚨🚨 Jimmy: your man is gonna pin his crimes on you, hun Janis: omg Janis: when the truth outs, you're gonna be fully gone Janis: maybe in a cheeky coma Jimmy: bit of amnesia so I reckon I did do it an' all Janis: oh god Janis: so like a woman Janis: just lethal inject me 'cos I'm a monster who can't even have kids Jimmy: Oh Sharon Janis: Lucas will keep getting away with it for 4 more seasons Janis: then your ghost will pop up and it'll all get sorted in an ep Jimmy: I'll work with the 👻s of his victims, grab a spin off out of it Janis: full circle, you watching your show from your armchair in your dark, depressing lounge Jimmy: 🎨 Janis: welcome for the A on your next art project Jimmy: IOU Janis: not bothered about credit Jimmy: alright, what do you want? Janis: 🤔 Jimmy: go on Janis: I need to think of an idea right now? Jimmy: 🚫⏲ Jimmy: just no need to hold back if you've already got one Janis: I'll take my time Janis: no point saying something now, thinking of something I want more later Jimmy: won't have you 🖋🩸 it's alright Jimmy: if you change your mind, just tell me that Janis: you're bad at business Jimmy: that'll be why I ain't the manager Janis: 💔 babe Janis: the free time you'd have 🤯🤯 Jimmy: could train my own 🐕 Janis: hey now Janis: that's my 💰 Jimmy: real 💔 Janis: in it for the 👏👏🌹👏💰💰 Jimmy: I got that Janis: 👍 Jimmy: 👍 Janis: hush Janis: got outfits to buy and christmas tunes to hear for the 42nd time today Jimmy: I won't serenade you then Janis: if you can get a christmas 🥇 then I will 👰💍🤵 for the royalties Jimmy: alright, piss off I need to crack on with that and you've got a 👰💍🤵 to plan Janis: 👋😘 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: [party time] Jimmy: [obvs we just want them to have a nice time but have you got anything specific in mind?] Janis: [hmm, obvs the main party is tomorrow, so we can be more chill, but we can also make drama if we want 'cos yolo] Jimmy: [I was thinking at one of the parties they hit they should see Mia cheating again cos Pablo is on the outs and also she just would anyway] Jimmy: [but that could be today or tomorrow like] Janis: [we should do today 'cos you ain't the focus tomorrow remotely hun, and it's just fun] Jimmy: [agreed, the focus tomorrow is being festive af as always, as much fluff as I can clutch with my grabby hands] Janis: [so if anything, get drama that isn't them, aka flat whites etc out tonight] Jimmy: [love it because Mia would think she was being so sneaky but we see you hen] Janis: [merry christmas beech] Jimmy: [gather that blackmail lads, you'll want it when she gets him sacked by being a Karen] Janis: [yep thanks for not before xmas at least] Jimmy: [I'm sure she's wishing she could rn] Janis: [too bad you walked out in disgust lmao it got so much worse] Jimmy: [sucks to suck gals] Janis: [what drama can we do with y'all hmm] Jimmy: [unrelated but can we say they're drunk in love enough that he stays at mcvickers because Ian sucks and we don't need that in our lives] Janis: [yes, just know the Libi is gonna come in in the AM to wake you up and out you lol] Jimmy: [ngl LOVE that even if you two won't] Janis: [in my mind if she ain't snuck in Janis' bed before she's even home, she comes in well early as kids do so LOL] Jimmy: [he's used to that with Bobby cos that boy is always sleeping with him we know] Janis: [and I alluded to it in a previous convo so go us, anyway, yes, that can totally happen, it wouldn't be far if he had to run so makes sense] Jimmy: [it's beyond obvious that you both never wanna leave each other so] Janis: [let's not lie to ourselves lads except lowkey we do lol] Jimmy: [tbf this is the first time you've had a chance to get drunk together since fake dating started cos we didn't have enough booze on the school trip and unlike the flatwhites you aren't lightweights who got drunk during that friendmas game sesh] Janis: [hohohohohoh the potential] Jimmy: [evil laugh x 3 because Winnie is too] Janis: [let's hit up this first shit party, idk if she genuinely got you a costume to put on or what, Imma say yeah but idk if I have anything particularly festive for you so I'll have to look] Jimmy: [I hope she did, what's more festive than crossdressing] Janis: [get it boy, you'll look hot and no one can deny] Jimmy: [she should be an angel like in Hazel's book even if we can't document the lewk] Janis: [I'm sure I'll be able to find that content somehow] Jimmy: [I'm not even gonna try because I know I won't, Ezra Miller and Harry Styles can only do so much and I don't think they've been festive lol] Janis: [yeah, I'm trying to think of like a movie or something where it was a thing hmm] Janis: [oh, the try guys do it, maybe eugene?] Jimmy: [body shots have to happen at one of these shit parties because #mood] Janis: [very easily done with your lewks lol] Jimmy: [that's what I was thinking, just think of all the love bites there would actually be too though what a statement] Janis: [turns up to your function in no clothes, excuse me, y'all are already on one today, there will be no chill we know it] Jimmy: [tipsy before we get there as well tah Ian] Janis: [thank you for nothing but that dickhead] Jimmy: [and actually being there for once so he can stay at mcvickers and be a carefree teen] Janis: [I mean yes but you are those kids dad not jimothy so I will not applaud you] Jimmy: [doing the least and we hate you so much] Janis: [I think Mia should be at the first party and we can catch her whilst we're still a bit sober lol] Jimmy: [yeah definitely one of the earlier ones, it makes sense for that reason and because the parties would obvs start out more basic and get wilder as the night goes on cos most people aren't throwing a rager on christmas eve eve] Janis: [yeah, and if she's at some party that's trying to be sophisticated and lowkey and then they show up 1. LOL 2. she would be caught unawares] Jimmy: [ooh what if she's just gone out with Ella and not the others so it's double tea because that's not in the friendmas spirit] Janis: [I really imagined a date and I was like lovely haha, but totally a vibe, pretending they're busy if the other gals are at another party or whatever] Jimmy: [I might fuck around and give Jimothy an injury of some sort for christmas cos tis the season and Ian is 100% that bitch] Janis: [yeah, he is, a vibe, but not, so rude] Jimmy: [it's gonna have to be christmas eve or day cos they are going to Skerries for boxing day so note to self] Janis: [what if what if that's why she goes to see him xmas day, ultimate rudeness Ian] Jimmy: [yeah because we did say they must] Janis: [dunno where you're huffing off to ian but uninterested, we must] Jimmy: [and then it makes even more sense why they go to Skerries/don't try very hard to come back when they get snowed in, not desperate to spend time with you sir ] Janis: [it all makes sense, also remember the ice bath we can make you a snow pack] Jimmy: [so yeah after whatever they're doing christmas eve, remind me he's gotta go home alone so that can kick off] Jimmy: [also if people have been stupid enough to leave presents under their trees they should steal some] Janis: [noteddd, that's so grinchy and why you don't have xmas parties but with friends people, you deserve it lol, also if we wanna do some messaging, they could lose Mia and have to split up to find her rn, could be amusing] Jimmy: [not all the gifts thank you lads but at least one from every party that it's an option as a memento, ooh good idea boo] Janis: report back, scooby Janis: I'm in the bogs, no sign 😱 Jimmy: leave your 🐕 fetish out of it and concentrate Jimmy: she ain't outside ⛄ Janis: alright, you wanna be daphne Janis: full bimbo now Jimmy: piss off do I wanna be a ginger Jimmy: have a word with yourself Janis: omg VELMA 🤓 Jimmy: how am I not Fred dressed like this? Janis: he was so fashionable Janis: I wanna be Fred though so fuck you Jimmy: UGH fine Jimmy: I know you're 🤓 and I'm him but crack on lying to yourself Janis: that's rude Janis: don't make me your #2 Jimmy: if the glasses fit, girl Janis: 😡 Janis: i'm going kitchen Janis: it's a long shot but i'm getting drink for me and none for you Jimmy: smash some glasses and plates, you'll calm down Jimmy: or you know, make me a 🥪 Janis: knuckle sandwich Jimmy: 😍😍 Janis: so distracting Jimmy: you Janis: nah Janis: we're on a mission focus your 😍😍 Jimmy: [sending her pics of #bants things like I've found her, oh no wait] Janis: [have a lil game, nerds] Jimmy: [obvs you're gonna have to find her eventually I doubt there's that many places she could be so be silly while you can] Janis: Jim I've found her Janis: omg Janis: come here Jimmy: [does even though he's expecting a pisstake] Janis: [hopefully this house isn't that big because you did not tell him anything there lmao, also be quiet or she'll see and you'll ruin it] Jimmy: [she said she was heading to the kitchen so likewise and we'll cross paths lol] Jimmy: 😱😱😱 Janis: [you're so conspicuous rn god bless, but keep an eye on her best you can until you can get dirt] Janis: be 😎 nerd Jimmy: keep your head down 🦒 Janis: i'd say make me but you'll just be 😍😍 Jimmy: [a LOOK that's meant to be pisstakey like what am I like but it's just shamelessly a LOOK lol] Janis: [you know when bitches always kiss in movies when they need to hide, doing that, as if there is a need okay] Jimmy: [love that for you] Janis: [oh the tropes, at least you won't seem arsed by Mia remotely so she'll let her guard down lol] Jimmy: [we're just a lad getting covered in silver, you can relax Mia] Jimmy: [will style that into a 🎅 beard because he's an art hoe] Janis: [what a lewk you two can share] Jimmy: [doing a semi decent job of lip reading Mia even though he's not deaf and whispering to her what he's worked out, doesn't technically need to whisper but the excuse is we're being inconspicuous] Janis: [doing the most to pretend he's being scandalous in ya ear but we listening for real obvs and making our 😳🤤 responses make sense 'do you think there's a free room going?' like do you reckon we'll catch her at it, again] Jimmy: [telling her about all the places he found that you could fuck when he was searching for her, which is lowkey suggestive af boy especially because Mia isn't as shameless as you pair and wouldn't hook up in some of these places] Janis: [telling him which you wanna do first but it's actually where you reckon she might if she's gonna] Jimmy: [agreeing because you agree that it's likely and you're on the same page here] Janis: 🕡 Jimmy: *⏲ Janis: same diff Janis: can't lose 👀 on her Janis: what do we do to kill time without being too distracted Jimmy: 🍻? Janis: [goes to get drink like okay] Jimmy: [is 👀ing you Mia] Janis: gonna suggest this to the gals next time I see em Jimmy: they already follow her about Janis: clealy ain't as good at it as us Janis: but no Janis: the face paint Janis: if you kissed anyone else i'd know instantly Jimmy: bit rude to call me a slag for how I'm dressed but Janis: is it though Jimmy: I just happen to be a slag, alright? Jimmy: nowt to do with any of this Jimmy: [gestures to the lewk] Janis: [looks at him for ages like we forgot what we're doing] Janis: alright Jimmy: are you? Jimmy: [😏 af] Janis: [🖕 which can at least look bantsy to the fans] Jimmy: [a lol soz if that's not inconspicuous hun but the bae is funny] Janis: [bring him a drink back, after taking a massive swig from his like ha ha] Jimmy: [taking pics of her because an angel being 😈] Jimmy: [likewise have forgotten what we're supposed to be doing here for a sec] Janis: [casual photoshoot, be a shame to waste your outfits] Jimmy: [Mia's got no game lbr, you've got time] Janis: [god knows the state of this lad by the time she's ready lol] Jimmy: [another good reason it's an earlier party don't be having a Buster and Chloe rapey situation Mia] Janis: [at least you truly would be as gone, that's the vibe not that] Jimmy: [if your father could see you now hun] Janis: [#disappointeddaddy] Jimmy: [I wish they could call him like come get your daughter but we need this hook up to happen first] Janis: [they should genuinely then bounce though lmao she would actually be so fuming] Jimmy: [don't do it yourself though Jimothy the accent is a dead giveaway, get the bae on it] Janis: [seriously, do some voice work hen, at least a party helps that he'll barely be able to hear, use the house phone] Jimmy: [merry christmas bitch, enjoy the trouble you'll be in] Janis: [hohaha, ANYWAYS, we know you can't stop looking at him gal, how you manage this at all is lowkey impressive lol] Jimmy: [when you get to the second party/on the way there haha you can be as extra as you want, that mission is done and dusted] Janis: [we're so buzzing with ourselves at the prospect of ruining her xmas, practically skip there lmao] Jimmy: [don't you twist you ankle boy as hilarious as that would be] Janis: [we can't have more injuries, and you'd make a right mess of yourself if you fell, it's freezing and you've got no clothes on lol] Jimmy: [yeah that's not festive or goals so be careful please] Janis: [what do we wanna do at this next party then] Jimmy: [just have a nice time tbh lads] Janis: [just partay] Jimmy: [do them body shots and other drinking games cos we're having a messy one and we're competitive af] Janis: [get crunkalunk honey, we can skip to when he's left in the AM now if we wanna] Janis: [after Libi has come in and is like WHERE'S BOBBY as if they also have him tucked up in the bed] Jimmy: [unless there's anything that gets said or done when they're drunk af that we need to know, we know the vibes] Jimmy: [Oh Libi I love you so much but they should facetime him on Cass' phone cos she'll be THRILLED cos you know he's sleeping there and nobody sleeps in that house except Ian] Janis: [ooh, good point actually, we'll do that] Janis: [but yes, poor Jimothy like come sign bitch we gotta talk about santa] Jimmy: [god bless, when you just wanna sleep and snuggle your bae but you got so many jobs] Janis: [being like YOU GOT YOUR COOKIES YOU GOT YOUR MILK AND CARROTS like a checklist 'cos I remember how exciting xmas eve was you were lowkey hysterical all day] Jimmy: [plotting how you're gonna stay awake and peep Santa with those gifts] Janis: [just looking at Jimmy like you ain't gonna get no sleep lol] Jimmy: [mouthing at her to kill you away from the lip reading expert's gaze cos you can't do a dramatic death scene rn the kids are chatting a mile a minute] Janis: [pew pew at his head, also mcvickers gonna be fuming lad] Jimmy: [at least you can leave without having to see them cos that staircase] Janis: [chase you away lmao] Jimmy: [hold in the wee that you clearly will need, your house isn't far] Janis: [run boy run, but we'll throw it back to the end of your partying now] Jimmy: [we should start it as a 🚬 break because that's always good for feels and closeness when it's cold and you're half naked even if we're drunk enough not to feel it] Janis: [just drunkenly telling him about crayon colours we looked up lol] Jimmy: [guessing the colours based on their weird names unless it's obvs and then we're just pisstaking] Janis: [there's some wild ones hun, we're probably making up loads too] Jimmy: [likewise but writing them on her so she has to try and work it out when we could just say it] Janis: [we know where this is devolving and fast, wherever you are not being suitable so you're like hmpf] Jimmy: [on some random person's garden furniture that they should've brought in for the winter but have not] Janis: [you're both gonna start shivering before long so walk in the direction of the houses tah] Jimmy: [handholding and doing the little swinging thing because you've been spending all this time with the bubs] Janis: [loling at him] Jimmy: [playfully nudge her like excuse you but don't push her over because of that drunk and slippy combo please] Janis: ['you're such a nerd, you know'] Jimmy: ['Piss off' but the tone is less fuck off and more yeah I know but so are you] Janis: ['fine' and goes to walk off but likewise is joking so doesn't really] Jimmy: [nevertheless pulling her back and close into you as if she's really going because don't] Janis: ['you want me to stay?' even though you know 'cos how close you are rn] Jimmy: ['don't you want to?' even though she clearly do] Janis: [thinking he's making a point about asking stupid questions like 😏 fine] Jimmy: [just softly touching that 😏 face looking at her like no tell me you want to because we're drunk enough to have been genuinely asking and wanting an answer] Janis: ['I just want you to tell me' shrugs 'no confusion'] Jimmy: ['I just want you' because true] Janis: ['go on then' like it's a challenge but you say it so soft so like it's not] Jimmy: [the most intense kiss ever not even because it's a challenge but because the emotions are just that high okay] Janis: [no time to even talk just taking him by the hand back to yours aka mcvickers not all that way lol] Jimmy: [for a million reasons I hope whatever house you were at isn't far from there but the main one being all the kissing pauses there will be along the way regardless because that's the mood we're in] Janis: [we ain't even gon make it home energy] Jimmy: [100% support that always] Janis: [but you do, and frankly, I don't condone ladder climbing in this state so like be quiet and go in the real way] Jimmy: [that'll be a #mood in itself so] Janis: [getting him out of that santa outfit folornly like you are devvo lol] Jimmy: [gal if you're doing a pouty lip in any way you know what's gonna happen] Janis: [but of course 'why don't you care what people think?' once you can get words out again] Jimmy: ['I care what you think' because we're drunk so we can answer a question and answer it honestly] Janis: ['really?' and a confusion face] Jimmy: [😍 af about her cute expression so we lowkey forget about the question] Janis: [nudge] Jimmy: [a look like ?] Janis: ['why do you care?'] Jimmy: ['about you?' when you were only talking about what she thinks but we're drunk and we've gone deeper with it] Janis: [nods like sure, as you brought it up] Jimmy: ['it's less shit being here 'cause of you, if nowt else you should have the same back off me'] Janis: [when you can't help smile at that 'I don't want you to leave Dublin'] Jimmy: ['I'll stay' like it's that simple remotely but it is when you're drunk af] Janis: ['but you hate it here' and a look like same, obvs] Jimmy: ['I hate it everywhere' because again true] Janis: ['me too' not even trying to be banty like literally yeah same] Jimmy: [a little snugg because we don't want the bae to be sad] Janis: [snugging and sighing 'this is so weird'] Jimmy: [an even bigger sigh because it is and you don't want it to be and just saying sorry in the quietest softest voice like did you even actually say that or no] Janis: [at least it's that quiet 'cos you're meant to be that you would hear and you're shaking your head like no no 'not now, specifically or...it's not your fault, you know' 'cos you mean this whole situation for you 'cos you've never and you're like how did this happen so fast and when did we get here] Jimmy: [a shrug because he thinks everything is his fault always thanks Ian so it's like I don't know/believe that actually but we also don't think the bae is full of shit like we think a lot of people are so it's a confusing and conflicting tangle of thoughts up in here as well cos likewise has also never felt like this or expected any of this when he suggested it lol] Janis: ['I mean it' and properly looking at him but not really driving the point home harder than that right now/yet 'it's okay though, isn't it?'] Jimmy: [a nod that encompasses all the things 'are you?' cos if she's okay that's all that matters bye] Janis: ['is it a dealbreaker?' trying to make light of the fact it's like not really no] Jimmy: ['only if you're breaking our deal' like it's not okay if you don't wanna do this anymore even though it's a headfuck because ILY and I will die] Janis: ['I don't want to'] Jimmy: ['what do you want?' as if we don't know sir] Janis: [poke him in the chest] Jimmy: [just resting his hand over hers like okay I accept that and will turn it into a soft gesture] Janis: [when that lowkey says so much about the dynamic and we can't handle it 'let's just-' and kissing him] Jimmy: [kissing will always be easier so I'll allow it kids] Janis: [do that and more 'til you pass out probably 'cos honestly] Jimmy: [gonna let you say her name during at least once if you want boy because we're both not remembering this and we know it'll hit different sober anyway] Janis: [andioop soz you're trashed huns] Jimmy: [but not because it gives us freedom to do things y'all ain't ready for yet] Jimmy: [but soz that Libi will be waking you up early af]

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WHY [POPSTAR!Y/N X SHAWN MENDES] [PART 6]

A/N: I recommend you listen to this song while you read, it’s super cute. I think this series is gonna have one more part. I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the support on this and my other writing <3

Prompt: Day two at the studio, and the two reach an agreement. [Based off Shawn’s song Why].

Warnings: Nothing!

Words: 2,057

Tag: @yourwonderbelle @coldluvr @marvel-mendes8 @xoxohannahlee @maddieeelizabeth @irwie-cake @coolgirlthemonologue

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4*, Part 5, Part 5.5,

Masterlist

When you woke up, you immediately found yourself in a compromising position.

You felt the steady rise and fall of a hard chest behind you, the person's arm draped over your waist to hold you close to them. As if you didn't already know who it was, the familiar brown curls were just next to you, flopped loosely against his forehead. You couldn't deny that you missed being this close with him, but it was his fault that there was a barrier between the two of you.

Your mind still groggy, you tried to remember what had happened the previous night. You must have accidentally fallen asleep next to Shawn when you guys were wrapping up the writing for Like To Be You, which only ended up taking an hour or so once you two began to pour your hearts out.

A lot was said that night, but nothing was said directly. Everything they wanted- needed to say was spoken through their lyrics, left to the other's interpretation.

Lines like "There's nothin' left to say, let's call a truce, 'Cause I don't really wanna go to bed like this," and "Can I kiss you or not, 'cause I'm not really sure right now of what you want," stuck in your mind as you fell asleep that night on the hardwood floor, definitely not with Shawn. He must have fallen asleep soon after.

You sighed heavily and listened to the birds outside of the studio beach house whilst you pondered your options. Either you wake him up by breaking free of his grasp, or you stay put and wait for him to wake up beside you. Either option seemed equally awkward.

That's when Shawn's grungy morning voice startled you, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of your neck. "Mm. Good morning."

As soon as you realized he was awake as well, you separated yourself from him, sitting up in front of him as he slowly rose to a sit as well.

"Sleep well?" He asked, running a hand lazily through his curls.

Shawn noticed the spaced-off look in your eyes and frowned, realizing that he may have unintentionally crossed another line. When you didn't answer, merely stared at the ground, he sighed and got up, looking over the mess the two of you had made.

A few beer bottles were spread throughout the room, a few blankets strung here and there, candy wrappers on the floor. The computer was still up and running, ready to play the few clips you'd managed to record.

Today was the last day the two of you had alone before the production team came in to help, and he intended to make the most of it.

"What's this?"

Your voice comes as a shock to him and he whips around to face you, face paling when he notices you holding his leather journal. You're flipping casually through the pages when he pounds across the room, ripping the book from his hands.

You give him an odd look when he holds it behind his back, pursing his lips awkwardly. "Nothing! Nothing. Please don't touch my things."

You hold your hands up defensively and nod, leaving it at that. He sighs in relief and puts his large hand to his chest, awkwardly messing with the collar. "Uh, do you wanna go back to the house and have breakfast?"

Giving his nervous tendencies a tiny grin, you nod and then you're walking out the door with him hot on your trail.

"Milk."

Shawn hands you the milk, watching you pour it into the mixture.

"Flour?"

He scurries to the cabinet and grabs the bag, running back to hand it to you.

"Egg."

"Ya'know," Shawn chuckles, handing her the carton. "Playing the messenger is getting pretty boring."

You glare at him jokingly and crack the egg into the batter. "Sorry I don't trust you enough to not to mess this up."

"How hard can pancakes be?" He bluffs, tossing a water bottle back and forth between his hands. "You just add the things and stir it... Simple."

You shake your head and laugh a bit, "Just let me do this, you're so annoying."

Shawn doesn't respond and you go back to stirring, humming a tune peacefully to yourself when you're suddenly hit with something, your jaw dropping to your chest.

An egg's contents were dripping down the side of your face, seeping into your hair and skin. Shawn lets out a booming laugh, holding the carton of eggs in his hand.

You reach for the bag of flour, grabbing a fistful of the substance and flinging it his way, immediately shutting him up as he coughs and waves it out of his face.

"Oh, it's on!" He yells, beginning to chase you around the kitchen.

"You started it!" You laugh genuinely, dodging his attempts to throw more eggs at you.

At one point you make a mistake and slip on one of his eggs, your body hitting the ground causing him to put the eggs down and run to your side.

He kneels next to you and his eyes run over your aching body, checking for any bad injuries.

"Agh, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He asks frantically, watching as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

"Yeah, yeah." You huff, looking up into his golden eyes. "I think I'm good."

"Oh." Shawn mutters, his face looking much more serious than it did just 30 seconds ago. "Well... In that case.."

Shawn's hands are on your sides in a split second, his fingers tickling over the skin. You yelp and try to swat him away, his assault pulling boisterous giggles from your lips. "Shawn, stop! Please!"

He chuckles as tears begin to leak from your eyes, his fingers never stopping. You looked so perfect underneath him like this, face shining happiness and laugh lightening his heart. Nobody else could ever make him feel this way, he was convinced.

"Uncle! Uncle!" You tap out, your laugh dying when his fingers finally stopped.

He licked over his lips when you looked up at him, your eyes glazed over and hopeful. Shawn wished he could keep you here all day, just studying your beauty until someone pulled him off of you. But he knew that couldn't happen.

You cleared your throat and he snapped out of his daze, helping you up to your feet.

"So.." He bit his lip, "Who's going to get in the shower first?"

"You go ahead." You look down at the ground, unable to hold that mesmerizing gaze with the man anymore. "I'll finish the pancakes."

Shawn nods and walks off, going to wash himself from all of their shenanigans.

The pancakes are done far before you find yourself leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door. Shawn's silky smooth voice was belting out his own lyrics as he practiced runs and different progressions, and it blew you away just as it did every other time he sang.

You could imagine him in there, shower steam making his cheeks rosy, hair wet and stuck to his skin.

Oh, how you wish he hadn't been such an asshole.

You must not have noticed his shower stopping and before you could run away, Shawn's exiting the bathroom, dripping wet with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You stand there like a deer in the headlights at the fact that you'd been caught, however Shawn barely reacts. He merely smirks at you and nods towards the door.

"Shower's free."

Shawn watched you with the upmost adoration in his eyes as he witnessed you belt out the final lyrics to the song. When you finished, you stood there with your eyes closed and your right hand on the headphones, basking in the glory of basically completing a song.

Your peace is interrupted when Shawn lets out a whooping cheer, clapping his hands together and rushing towards you. You gasp loudly as he picks you up by your knees, spinning you around and holding you close to him. Both of you are laughing at his actions and he sets you down after a second.

His face is still rosy and radiant when he holds your shoulders, shaking you gently, "God, you're such an amazing singer. How did I get so lucky to get this collab with you?"

"Oh, stop it." You swat him away while simultaneously pulling him into a hug.

He cradles the back of your head and rocks the two of you back and forth, never wanting to let go.

"This is gonna go #1." You mutter into his chest. "I can feel it in my bones."

Shawn doesn't reply, only stops rocking you and pulls back the slightest bit to look at your face.

The open windows let in a slight breeze, strands of your hair gently tickling your face. The only light in the room came from the dimmed lights overhead, and the only noise that could be heard in the room was the noises of the night creatures outside.

Shawn's hand comes down to cradle your jaw, smiling when you nuzzle your cheek into his rough palm. His eyes flutter as his mind races, thinking of something to say, and quick before he loses you again.

"Y/N, I-" He begins, licking his lips nervously but keeping adamant eye contact with you. "I miss you. And maybe not in the way you're thinking. I would love to be with you in that way, yeah, but I understand if that's not what you want. If you want to stay friends forever, that's fine with me. I just need you in my life, in one way or another."

You grin at his small rant, squeezing his arm. "You're too cute."

Shawn lets out a quick breath in place of a laugh, shaking his head. "Okay.. I don't know what that means.."

"It means I miss you too." You quirk, rolling your eyes. "I just.. I'm not ready to try again. Not like that, not yet. But, I miss those conversations we would always have in between interviews and shows, and how you always supported me, even through my dumbest decisions. You never failed to put a smile on my face. And I miss having that kind of friendship."

"I'll literally take anything you give me. I'd wait 500 years until you're ready again." Shawn breaths out, finally feeling like he can breathe again. "Thank you so much, Y/N. Thanks for not completely giving up on me."

You nod, standing up on your tippytoes to ruffle his hair. "No problem, Shawn. Now what do you say we go celebrate our last day alone here and pop that bottle of champagne?"

Shawn's curly head pops into your room 2 days later, eyes saddening when he watches you packing your things into your last bag. "You ready to go?"

You zip up your suitcase, looking back at him with a smirk. "Jeez, are you rushing me?"

"The opposite, actually." Shawn snickers.

The song was completed with the help of the team that came in that next day, and today, it was finally time to leave. Your flight was leaving earlier than his, meaning that you'd be leaving him earlier than he preferred.

"I'm sure you'll see me soon, Shawn." You grin at him, pinching his cheek with one of your free hands. "Besides, when this song hits the charts, you're never going to be able to shut me up about it."

"I look forward to that." Shawn quips quickly, walking you to the wide open front door. The black truck was already in the driveway, ready to bring you to the airport.

"Be very careful what you wish for," You joke, pulling him into a small hug that turns into a huge one when he pulls you tighter against him, his blunt nails digging into your sides.

He breaths in heavily and mutters, "I'm really gonna miss you. Even though you drive me absolutely insane."

You laugh at this and shake your head as he lets you go, "I'll text you when I land, alright?"

Shawn nods and blows you a joking kiss as you walk away, loading your things into the truck.

You climb into the passenger seat without looking at him and your phone dings just before you pull away. Pulling it out, you're positive your heart skips a beat.

From: Shawn

See? Missing you already :(

You look out the window to see him frowning, waving at you as the wheels below you begin to turn and you're waving back sweetly.

And Shawn merely stands there, watching you ride off into the distance until all that's left of your vehicle is a tiny speck disappearing over the mountain.

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obsessivestar · 6 years

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Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 6: ~Look at Me~

Summary: Your big day has finally arrived. You get on that big plane and finally arrive to paradise. Everything's perfect!...sort of.

A/N: Wowie, Star posting 2 chapters in 1 week? Got really excited to write this chapter n' I wanted y'all to freak out with me k thANKS

Warnings: Angst-ish?? anxiety and fluff

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'710

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

Getting to your flight and the plane ride itself seemed to go by super quickly, especially since you had fallen asleep on the plane. You know you and Tom wouldn't start officially shooting any scenes until next week, so you didn't mind messing up your sleeping schedule. You made sure to bring your anxiety medication, as well as some extra sleeping pills just in case. You know people aren't too big on sleeping pills, and you really aren't either, but you needed something for when worst comes go worst.

For now, though, you landed at the airport and got in a cab to head to Paradise.

Literally. That's the name of the town. Paradise, Pennsylvania.

Got a population of like 1000 people, 2 of those people were going to be you and Tom. You remembered your call with him from last night. You were happy to make him happy.

God, everything was just working out perfectly.

"What do you mean it's not my house?"

Once you had reached the little town, you were stopped by a couple businessmen from entering the house you had rented.

"I paid to rent it for the time I'm going to be filming here! I paid for it literally last week!"

"Well, the payment wasn't confirmed, ma'am.." one of the men spoke, crossing their arms.

"What do you mean it wasn't confirmed!?" You raised your voice, already feeling your hands start to shiver like crazy. "I literally have the paperwork in my luggage that tells me I'm renting this house!"

You heard the sound of a car pull into the neighborhood behind you, but you didn't care to turn around to see who was getting out.

"There's nothing we can do now, ma'am. If you'd like to rent out this house, you'd have to re-apply next month..."

"I-I don't have that time!" You yelled. "How am I supposed to re-apply when I don't have a house to sleep in?!" You started feeling your eyes wanting to water. This was the one thing, the one fucking thing that could go wrong. Everything was perfect until now. It's all suddenly falling apart right in front of your eyes, or at least it feels that way.

They just shrug and return to their own car, driving off rather recklessly.

You let your luggage fall out of your grip as a tear falls down your cheek, feeling a hand touch your shoulder. You flinched and turned around to look at whoever was there to tell them off, but seeing who it was made you instantly silent.

"Are you alright?" Tom asked you in a soft voice. "What happened?.."

You couldn't even answer. You were shaking. Literally shivering, right in front of your co-actor. You looked away in a last attempt to hide your tears. He probably thinks you're just overreacting. You certainly feel like you are.

"(Y/N), you're shaking.." He spoke again, his hands moving down to your hands to hold them. He was right. You were shivering for multiple reasons. Your anxiety had gone through the roof, and you were cold.

You brought your hands up to your face to hide yourself before he could hold them, letting out a defeated whimper.

"Hey...hey.." He spoke in a softer tone reaching for your hands once again despite you resisting. "(Y/N), look at me...look at me.." He finally got to hold both of your hands, feeling his warm palms holding yours. Yours were cold and shaky. Uncontrollably shaky.

You looked up at him, looking into his kind baby blues.

"You're shaking..did you eat before you got on the plane?.." He asked you. Truth is, you hadn't. You didn't have enough time to grab a bite this morning.

You shook your head at him, feeling him hold your hands a little tighter to warm them up.

"Come with me to my place. I'll make you some breakfast and a cup of tea, then you can tell me what happened, alright?.."

You gazed up at him for a moment before giving a silent little nod, seeing a soft smile grow on his face once he got your approval.

Still carrying his own bags, he also carried some of your luggage into his new little home. His home was slightly bigger than the one you were supposed to rent, but it was perfect. You let him set everything down in the living room before bringing you to the kitchen, getting out some pans and a kettle to make you up some food and tea, like he promised.

"So, what exactly happened?" Tom asked as you sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.

"I-I thought I had the house rented and ready to go for this week...b-but they told me it 'wasn't confirmed' or some stupid bullshit.." You muttered, taking a tissue from the table. "And now I have no where to go for the first month.."

The kettle didn't take long to boil, but it gave Tom time to move to the fridge to get some milk after placing a tea bag in a mug.

"...Sounds shitty.." Tom spoke, earning a little sad chuckle from you.

"It's more than shitty." You responded, looking up at him. He fixed up your tea just the way you like it, placing it down on the table for you.

"Well, the last bit doesn't have to be completely true." Tom admitted with a friendly shrug. "You could stay here, for the time being."

"You mean, like...live with you?" You asked, a faint blush on his cheeks. Was he really offering that?

"Yes." He confirmed with a nod. "I promise I'm not too difficult to live with." Tom joked with a friendly little smile, earning a slight smile from you as well.

While you knew you didn't have much of a choice, you had wondered if you would've denied the invitation had you been given another option.

"O-Okay.." You agreed, using a softer tone. "I-If that's okay with you.."

"It's fine by me. Broke my heart seeing you out there in tears.." He admitted, placing a hand on his clothed chest before turning back to focus on the food. You felt your heartbeat for a moment there. He's so sweet..

He was making up a breakfast for you, cooking some eggs and hashbrowns on separate pans. The room was silent as he cooked, though it wasn't an unsettling silence. You could actually slowly feel a strange comforting feeling settle in as he cooked for you. You were tired from the tears, but you felt safe. You felt safe with Tom.

Before you knew it, your breakfast was laid down in front of you. Tom sat across from you with a cup of tea of his own.

"There you are. Eat up.." He spoke, doing that little puppy dog thing with his eyes. You know the one.

You gave a soft smile. "Thank you.." You spoke before finally eating. Though it was a simple breakfast, it was really good, kinda like the ones you'd have at a really good breakfast diner.

"How long did you sleep after our call last night?" Tom asked curiously. It was nice to know he remembered it, too.

"I don't know...like...2 hours, maybe?" You replied with a bit of a frown. "I fell asleep on the plane, but I don't think it helped. I'm still exhausted.."

"Would you like to take a nap after you're done eating?.." Tom asked, his elbow resting on the table, his hand holding his head up. You shook your head. "I don't want to end up staying up all night.."

"Hence why I said 'nap'" Tom pointed at you for a moment with a cute little chuckle, getting up from the chair. "You finish eating, and I'll go set up your room.."

He left the kitchen, leaving you to your food. Were you really going to be living with Tom for a whole month? You can imagine that being some super fan's dream come true. The thought of it made you smile to yourself.

Once you finished eating, you put your empty plate in the sink, turning around when you heard him come back into the kitchen. He could see from even such a distance that you had little bags under your eyes. You're so tired after getting all overwhelmed.

"You really look tired.." Tom gave a friendly little smile, gently placing a hand on your arm to gesture you to wall with him. "Come, your bed is all made up." Every little touch from him felt warm.

"Thank you.." You spoke in a soft tone, walking with him out of the kitchen and down the hall. He opened the bedroom door for you, allowing you to walk in. You weren't sure if it was because of the bed itself or how he made it, but it looked so warm and comfy. Your luggage was now by the empty white dresser. He must've brought that in while you were eating. How kind of him.

"I can help you unpack once you wake up, to make it seem a little bit more like your room.." Tom offered, stepping to you somewhat. You turned around, giving him a warm smile. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here.." You spoke. "You've honestly saved my life.."

Tom gave a soft little smile. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything. I'll take care of you while you get all the paperwork sorted out.."

You gave a little sigh of relief, giving one last thank you before he'd turn back to the door, standing on the other side of the door frame.

You never actually asked him what time he was going to wake you, so you walked up to him to talk to him again.

"Tom, actually, when--"

Just as you stopped, he turned around to look at you, your faces becoming suddenly close. Your noses just barely brushed up against one another, his blue eyes looking up into yours before slightly glancing down to your lips. You felt a shaky breath escape, then without a second thought, he closed the gap between you two, closing his eyes as your lips connected.

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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So this is a good video with lots of details and it should help explain why and how these officers are arrested.

This goes back to George Floyd. Remember i said it didn't matter who and what George Floyd had done -- when those officers put on their uniforms and went to him as cops and purposely killed him in that manner it changed things

Every time I write about how we have specific requirements people have in their death for their criminal activity in lui of prison I write how we have specific people allowed to do it.

Now some demanded they be killed by cops. And i refused that in excepting where they "rat" out their cop friends or up to 4 regular friends or co-workers and we set and/or allow it to occur that way. And i stipulated that they must be off duty if they were going to do anything for the Earth. Off duty cops only. And to which a reluctant agreement and/or an immediate acceptance did occur. And they did rat out their friends already there. So that was in their favor so they accepted off duty out of uniform officers. I said that they could like be listening to the police scanner and then go on their own to a crime in place and then be unidentified in news articles. Just as their clothing did not identify them, the news media and other officers would not identify them either.

We had a whole rule sheet. Which we all 100% agreed to. African American. Caucasian. Hispanic. Latino. Zulululu. Tribeca. Original human. And more. It wasn't a just three or four people we had over 100 people with each and every minority race accept at least twice with 2 different individuals. I worked with the meanest. Moat stubborn and most dictatorial. Then others read over the document I typed as we talked and signed it on approval. 254 people. 10 non criminals signed off. 34% African American criminal.

Because we scheduled on the Black Lives Matter, we wanted a majority of African American of mixed alien and evil human to have their say. They will add the document onto this post. And likely blur the signatures for privacy.

This was a Middle man. He wasn't sure if he wanted to have his family suffer through jail time and all that for his sanity to know he's loved or cut and dry have it over for them immediately and them.

So they signed another form where it was not like the other which was just sign random like a year book. But in a list. At that time those who were undecided could be dismissed if they signed onto one or the other is fine whatever is Destiny is. Or if they were firm. Some like the one whom was hung stayed because he was one of the ones who fought for procedure for the criminals. Then we brought more People in to have their voices on other subjects.

So they were grouped as to how and why. Then at the end we emailed and said this is all we have. Your last time to vote is now. And so if they changed it, then they were taken single and asked why or did they want an option mix so it was a mystery zzz

George Floyd was there and he did rat out his police he was working with and we told him because they were police it was our choice. And we would not ever say he told.

George Floyd then brought over Rayshard and said he had death questions and that was all

And I said "well what are you doing George?! Don't mix him up! He was fine! Hes a strong good one"

"You know. You're so weird you give us love and support although you hate us" George Floyd replied. I didn't know what to say. I did. And it hurt my chest and it was exhausting and literally made me sick. But I still felt it was the right thing to do. But they broke my heart. I did give them all 100% of my love. And it nearly killed me. And I was grateful he noticed. I was killing myself for them and he knew. And he cared about that.

"You know I feel real When I've cared about you and well all the others, too. And you feel that? I've given you all my love as a friend as best i could. My tolerance and patience and I just want to say thank you that you noticed"

He blushed and he admitted that he wanted to get out of the life. And George Floyd, did.

In 2008. I told him, "George Floyd, talk to me. I have a feeling. I see you will die anyway because you're in a dangerous position. So if you are killed while trying to get clean, what do you want me to do for you?"

He was not thrilled and his head spun "by who?"

"Cops. Or someone you think is family. I see not a knife but a manual killing. Like its not an auto like gun But hand to hand but it's fast and you suffer..." I lowered my eyes from his beautiful face and looked down at my laptop key board... "Less" and I kept my head bowed to breathe. To not cry. To keep myself sane and we'll balanced. Then I took a deep breath. And tuned to my left where my officials were "hey I have a problem. He's going to be killed when he's innocent"

George Floyd asked for a riot. All i could tell him was it was a dark and suffocating but fast and nearly painless death. "Almost relaxing when you pass. There's something wrong with you isnt there? See now i actually thought you were a CIA agent sitting over there like under cover. But you die. I am feeling it now --- every thing is too wild inside of you, uncontrolled. Like you're...... Restless for lack of a better word. Here come sit next to me"

"But that's your daughter's chair"

"She will come to me. Sit in my lap if she doesnt like you"

"Is this a test?"

"No i want to talk to you and you're too tall and it's hurting my neck to look up at you"

"Oh it's too tall!"

They explained the bone structure in my neck and how then it had been broken 66 times and it was painful. He got nervous. I let him settle himself.

"So what is it you want to talk to me about"

"Well you meddle ... No... You progress.. What im talking to you. I see you lurking over the lists and talking to everyone that passes and I'm wondering how they're taking it"

"Oh its good. It's good. Can i go now? I feel like I'm in the principal's office"

My daughter and Declan came preventing his escape. And my daughter accepted him, gave him a hug and sat on his long thigh

"That's not Snoop, you know that?!" I asked her

"Oh mommy you're so silly. I know snoop and this isn't"

She talked to him and judged him as "nice"

"So is it money that you're doing your life like this?"

"Oh what? Yeah" tears came from his eyes. "What's more is I didn't know what to do with myself. I was angry at the world. And i just.. Just.. Made a mistake. But I'm ready to admit to it and own up to it and so is he. But he won't stop, he told me. But i will. I'm thinking and that's what i been telling all them folks, the bros, "im stopping. You with me?" And oh woah. I feel so much better i was so nervous like what is with me and now i feel just a release! Thank you for caring about me"

He reminded me of Jesse James.

"What is your least way you want to die?"

"Oh by cop.I signed up for hanging because I knew you didn't want to and you'd check my file and hopefully then see I was worth living"

I felt this emotional turbine inside of me. A mix of extreme joy and sadness because I knew the world wouldn't work out for him but he was so simply amazing and Gracious and just one beautiful soul. And I told him so. Crying then laughing.

So with him we worked out, the last and worst death to be written in yellow. Then a second option, for I don't mind mystery in purple or pink. And the main option in black or blue.

The worst deaths were to be kept secret. In a seperate locked file that no one has access to but tree Which could release it for revenge sake.

I've felt George Floyd around me a lot since his death.

Rayshand Brooks signed on the same line both yellow and purple. For death by cop.

George Floyd wasn't supposed to die at all.

Rayshand. Was. So those that die in manner they dont want but were scheduled to die, we burn one of my buildings. We water the areas and business around the building we will burn before lighting the fire.

The reason why they're looking for our arson in Atlanta for Wendy's is because she didn't water and it was next to a gas station. And it was on her list of things to do. So the news report stating the 10k award to find her means that she will not be paid for that nights activity because the area around must be watered especially at a gas station. She didn't when push the emergency stop button at the station which is recommended if watering cannot be done. All she did was set the fire and it was a great fire. But she didnt do any other protocol. Only after 5 hours did she admit to not following safety practices. Another girl went and checked the gas station after the fire started and asked the cashier what to do and they decided together to push the emergency stop button and then water the areas around the pumps and in the parking lot with a hose.

It doesn't matter before or after but "recommended steps" means you're gonna recommend I pay you to do shit. I can't order you to do shit that is somewhat illegal to my own mind I can't ask someone to break the law. So all my orders are "recommendations" if you do one thing on the list, you do them all.

It was a $12k payout for the "arson and all the recommendations" it's an a la carte list, all jobs are. Each job pays the # at the end.

#1. Arson

#2. Water 6

#3. press emergency stop 4

#4. stick around to not observe but keep people safe 2

That was the order for Wendy's.

Class how much do we pay for arson? Nothing. The public finds it offensive and illegal.

Watering pays $6,000 if there's 10 people it depends on how much they do. All ten may get the full $6,000 and some may not if they were just standing by to be second hand water for emergency. Then it's at least $2k I have it all rigid and perfected but they pay how they do. Like sometimes you'll water but then someone else will come and you gotta pee and you get adhd and go talk to bystanders and go talk to cops and go drive in the car and check the hood. So you began watering with 2 others and a 4th came up. So you get $2k for 10 minutes plus then other pay. ESPECIALLY since it wasn't your job. CIA only.

Pressing the emergency stop. You can do that on your own then you must notify the gas station attendant of the danger they are in so they may flee (which was written in details) it pays $4,000 also you have to block the driveway to stop cars from entering. Using wet floor signs or traffic cones or water buckets for windshield cleaning what ever is available. I secretly then give businesses a GIFT if we have to close them and i label it under some kind of just good business neighborhood gift. For loss of income during our insanity. Which in this case is $10k for the gas station

Now the Wendy's burned so well due to the fuel inside. And this girl didn't have anyone to clear the Wendy's of financial records or goods. Computers and other Shit. I assumed she did.

The furniture inside should been removed due to vivid and it being a potential burn site. Nothing should,remained but the kitchen. The food in this case could been taken out as well. All you have to do is your jobs.

But whatever. People aren't thinking.

I didn't understand so much why the Mayor was so PISSED because i have a different view and job. And so now I see. Which we haven't got to that point yet.

Im going to continue on fire danger.

Wendys is full of oil. Which the storage oil for future use should be removed. As well as bread and vegetables and so on. What the fuck is the point to burn a big ole building of a restaurant if you're not gonna serve vegetable and cheese sandwiches in the parking lot while watching it burn?

A BBQ without the meat! A roast without the marshmallows!

Oil can be given to other fast food restaurants. Idc what i don't want is containers of oil exploding. Usually they're in plastic so they melt so its not a major issue but it needs to be checked.

Our CIA are given a key and the alarm pass code so they have time and ability to be very cautious in what is left inside.

This one did a "stick up" no hostages and lit the fire with the workers still inside. Waving a gun around

Protocol is waving a badge "this restaurant is now closed due to the proximity of the crime scene"

So we have to pay those particular employees for trauma now.

Which is coming 100% out of whoever told her not to do that shit. That she's supposed to do, as well as whatever I decide to pay her due to apparently now I hear some Jack ass running scores and thinking they know more than me. And since she code red at the store were going to evaluate what she was thinking.

And so I will continue. The oil baskets must remain uncovered and open to prevent explosions.

They can be drained to the floor but as long as they're open they don't have to be drained.

And there's a lot done for safety because of the potential for explosions.

So the point is that its an honor. Its lighting a torch. Like the statue of liberty for a bad example.

I asked George because some people walking by twisted my heart. I asked him to help me clarify. Because he would get nervous like. Antsy. So those particular people wanted to be good but they had blockages to prevent them. Deep psychological issues that stopped them.

So I asked for them to be honest and use the yellow.

This is how Mr Brooks took all his deaths and wrote his name on the topic death lists in yellow next to his colors.

It was about more money. But they had such conflict within themselves.

We had my daughter to verify character, i get so busy i like a clear mind to verify.

So like Mr Brooks was confirmed nice. "I don't like what you do but I hope you get better" Declan said and gave him a hug around his neck.

My mouth dropped open.

So our burning of buildings symbolizes the mental hell these people suffered and we continue in hope and prayer for their souls to be set free by then making a community park with freedom, free fresh food and so on.

"Freedom Parks, Miss Rosa Parks" may they find a goal worth suffering for.

And not suffering for money.

Its an extremely spiritual thing.

Its a movement like non other that has ever existed.

We got permission from most governors. When that didn't allow, we went to mayors and city council. To get permits and permission.

For Atlanta they blocked the fire truck's traffic.

I prefer fire truck on sight for community development. The sight of a fireman watering down the area around the burn site -- were not firemen we dont know how to put out a fire.

So protocol. Is watering the infrastructure around,the fire. Talk to by standers and make a community effort in being available and around and there for the community

Every now and again a certain type of not normally used full force blast to show the fire if sprayed directly (in that manner) will make the fire jump and burn higher. To show they're not stupid.

Because me? I'd be all wtf? Put the fire out!!!!

So there's a traditional way since the Black Panthers movement that it's done.

And so fire men are supposed to say "we're letting it burn out" if people ask "because it's safer" from me -.- muhaha.

Then I REALLY like firemen to let people try on and check out their fire gear and explain what happens and how they save people from burning buildings and stuff like that.

Usually i have a low key know it all lurking so he can help explain.

Its like a little carnival full of carnage.

Free food behind the fire truck and the firemen talking to people and "showing off" and so on.

That is what is supposed to happen.

We did that with black Panthers in NYC and so on. But we were extremely careful. 2 or more streets away we had a full street of vendors with food trucks and free food and drinks and some selling things very cheap like me and the shirts and candy and cokes.

Water was always free on fire nights. I was out even id the fires were not burning. And usually it was an abandoned building that wasn't fixable and wasn't historic and we built city parks. Playground mostly. And cashew trees. Nut as oppose to fruit trees Bec they're less messy than rotting fruit on the playground floor.

Sometimes white supremacy burned the buildings and then I would buy them.

That is how it started. The white supremacy began burning a building I just bought for apartments. But it burned too fast to save. I was devastated

I knew the only way to beat them was join them. Besides physically beating them in the street

But if a fire was burning they were happy. Didn't matter who started it they took credit.

Our buildings are death specific. And not many. Mostly for black men that are killed and killed by police in uniform or some how on the yellow

BUT it is A Specific Type of Person we burn for. And we burn to release their Hell. "The building is in inferno to represent Hell. Keep it out of your mind and soul and it will stay out of your life if you let it"

Then we put a Freedom Park that's community based and community benefiting to show them what they could done with the Hell on thier mind as opposed to what they did do.

Now simply Mr. Baker requested incarceration as opposed to death. He thought he could change in prison. Unfortunately he ran out of time.

Now for the officers being charged with homicide. The officers were in uniform.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

A CIA Agent could been requested

We could had a sniper. We could had one getin the car with Mr Baker and kidnap him.

What I saw was the police intervene as showing they had set him up and the kidnapping wouldn't go through because he was a set up.

It could been done in secret.

What happened was IN UNIFORM after being shot, laying down he was kicked in the head then his shoulder stood on. That is what CIA is allowed to do, not regular police men in uniform

That's why they're being arrested

Simply.

As I've ranted on, CIA has extreme protocol.

Police do as well

I fire CIA, sometimes kill.

Police must be held accountable as well.

This particular girl who started the fire will not be paid. She got cash register and safe money which is supposed to be turned in.

So we will see how far she wants to take this not following rules business

Because we don't slap on the wrist this day and age.

I'll have her ass turned in myself and tell the agency to keep the 10k award.

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