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allovertheplace-writing · 2 years ago

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Hi! I’m so happy that you write for Derek from OLBA! If it’s okay with you, could I please request Derek x Female MC who are both single in step 4 and they talk about the pact they made 10 years ago and decide to date? Thank you!!

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Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Character(s): Derek

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Description: Love. What a wonderful and fickle thing.

Warning(s): Reader is MC, Female Reader(Pronouns not Mentioned), Takes Place in Step 4, Self Doubt(Just a Little Second Guessing), 1.5k Words

The way I've been thinking about this- I'm literally bursting at the seams because of his upcoming dlc and I can't wait to play it dkshso

Thank you so, so much for requesting btw!! Especially for Derek <3 I hope you enjoy!

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It hadn't quite left my mind, the thought of it drifted and came and went, but I remembered even after all these years. The heart racing pact Derek made with me when we were only thirteen; it always made me nervous. Does he remember it too? Is it on his mind like it is mine? I knew I'd have to actually ask him to get the answers, but I never really made the move to. Although that didn't mean the urge to hadn't grown over time.

Halting the consecutive tapping of my fingers, I glance at the soggy, half-eaten cereal in front of me. "Why must I wither and wallow?" I spoke with an exaggerated accent, both in an attempt to make myself laugh and to will myself to stand from the stool. Luckily, I managed both. "Pfft, for the sake of drama, of course." Quoting Lee, I scoot off my chair with a small smile. I slide the hand painted dish to the edge of the counter before taking it in my hands and bringing it to the sink to dump its contents down the drain. "Sorry for not finishing you, sweet cereal- you will be missed." If I hadn't wasted so much time in my head, perhaps I could've finished it. But with a certain hangout approaching I wasn't able to dally at home for long.

Patting my hands dry with a towel I kept within the kitchen, I carried myself back to where I had been seated moments before to grab my drawstring bag. I slide the rope over my right shoulder, soon followed by my left after I check the hour on my phone. "..hm...fifteen minutes.." Stepping toward the entryway, I kept my gaze on the screen until it shut off, "I should be able to make it with a couple minutes to spare if I walk.." I quickly stash my phone in my back pocket as I slipped my feet into my shoes. "A walk it is!" Straightening my back, I tug the door open, pausing to take a deep breath before crossing the threshold.

The sun was warm against my skin, more like a soft blanket than a humid canopy. There was even a light breeze that raced up my arms and danced with my clothes. This was definitely one of the better summer days - one where you could set the ac low and still have a cool room. Having a fan in the window was still a no go until nightfall though.

The smell of salty water was subtle at first, but the closer I got the stronger it got. And, as I drifted from the sidewalk to the sand, I was able to smell the food from the shopping street near the beach. That wasn't where I was going, though, for now at least. For there were the most important and goofy people in my life to meet.

To my surprise, I wasn't the only one who thought to be early.

His brown hair was still pushed back, short and a little spikey. He regularly checked his phone, most likely making sure he hadn't messed up the time and was in the right place. It was comforting to see that despite all the changes that came with becoming an adult, some things remained the same. "Derek!" I called his name after I began jogging to him. He jumped and looked over his shoulder with wide eyes, "Oh- hey, (Y/n)!" The grin that pulled at his lips made my heart leap into my throat. "We had the same idea, huh?" I hummed once I got closer, "Mhm, you looked a little lost though." He rubbed his neck at my tease, pulling a short laugh from my chest. "Haha, yeah! I would've thought we'd meet at the park or your mom's place."

"True, those were our usual spots." It was obvious we wished to speak more, but the lack of topics were just as obvious. The silence wasn't awkward though - if anything it was relaxing. Maybe...I could ask him? "Hey, Derek?" He brought his eyes to my own, "Yeah?" After a quick breath, the words began tumbling from my lips, "Do you remember the pac-"

"Hey, buddies!" The shout was followed by a familar giggling. "Hi, Terry and Miranda!" Turning around I found myself captured within Miranda's arms, soon Terry's as well. "Haha, hi!" Derek was brought into the hug seconds after with a reach, "Cove didn't come with you?" Shaking my head, I shift my weight to the side, "Nope - he was too busy to meet up beforehand." Terry sighed playfully, "A shame! He's missed out on some prime teasing."

"I'm sure he's happy about dodging it." A laugh bubbled from my chest.

Cove, thankfully, showed up minutes later and we were able to get our hang out started. Strolling and skipping on the beach to the food vendors on the street. The group got smoothies and hot pretzels and even little aquatic key chains - we all matched despite our different creatures. As we chatted on about work and our daily lives the sun fell closer to the horizon, the air softening in turn. The salt of the sea wasn't as strong and a light dew settled on the water. And, slowly, the group began quieting down, falling in line with the closing shops. It wasn't unusual for us to have moments of silence whilst we walked, they never really stayed long either way. One of us would always pipe up with a random thought before even a minute passed.

It had to have been fifteen minutes of this before Cove checked his phone, announcing how it was getting late. Hums of acknowledgement and heavy, exaggerated sighs were passed around in earnest at it. And even though we were reluctant to depart, our group began dispersing - sharing hugs and simple back pats.

"..want to walk a little longer?" The words fell from my mouth simply, my eyes watching the gentle waves wash the shore before I looked to Derek. He had been checking his phone again, trying to figure out when the next bus would show, when I let the longing question slip. "Yeah." His lips lifted into a lopsided smile, "The next bus isn't for another twenty minutes." Pursing my lips, I squint playfully, "Not because you want to be with me?" His face changed faster than Cove's ever had; his brows raising to a furrow, eyes widening, and his lips parting with a quick quiver. "I'm just messing with you- don't worry." A breath left him at that, "I know, but-" I watched as he shook his head, a smile adorning his features once more, "I always want to spend time with you."

"Well-" The words almost got stuck within my throat, "I feel the same about you." Abrutly, I turned, beginning our walk stiffly, "Let's walk now." A few huffed laughs reached my ears before he caught up with me. "What were you saying earlier by the way?" I held my breath. "You never got to finish." It felt as though my mind was racing but my head felt empty, nothing quite coming up. "Oh, uh.." A quiet sigh fell from my lips as I fiddled with the string of my bag, "I was going to ask about the pact." He made a sound, "Pact? You mean-" I nodded, "The one from middle school."

"I didn't think either of us would remember." Our feet slowed to a stop, a few laughs bubbling from our chests - some more nervous than others. "I was worried you didn't." I tucked my bottom lip underneath my teeth, "I mean, I really...well, you know.." Releasing my lip, I exhale, "I like you." It took me a moment, but I was able to lift my gaze to his face. He was smiling, smiling softer than I had ever seen and it was breathtaking. "I-" His words caught in his throat and his eyes glazed ever so slightly. "I can't-" He reached forward, pulling me to his chest, "I can't believe it." I could feel his body shake against mine - from laughter or smothered sobs, I couldn't quite tell. "..I lov- I like you too, still."

"Still?"

"Yeah, I- haha, I've always really thought of you day to day." He leaned away, but stayed close as he spoke, "I got a smoothie with Jorge and Nico last weekend and I remembered our mall trip." His eyes closed while he shook his head, reopening them alongside his lips, "And all I could think about was your smile when you got your smoothie back then.."

Our eyes met fully for the first time today, searching yet soothed. Ten long years of loving openly yet also in secret. I was aware that would never stop, we would always steal glances and think of one another even with oceans between us. But now we could share our sweetest smiles, loudest laughs, and loving embraces.

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sparklysung · 4 years ago

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✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

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saturnsstufff · 4 years ago

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Could We Get One Where Techno Is Just Trying To Do His Work But The Voices Keep Nagging At Him To Just Mark The Reader Up And Ditch Work To Spend Time With Her? Oh And Perhaps Everyone Is Just Like "Why Is He Being So Clingy With Her Today?". I love Ur Writing Btw!!!

Thank you darlin!!! Oh my god im making this a side moment of The Empress, and none of you can stop me.

The Empress (side part)

Warnings: sexual innuendo, NSFW

Techno is a work driven man. Once he was within his office working, very little could distract him. But you, without knowing, had a special effect on his attention span. If you were feeling particularly lonesome for his attention, you would just roam in and sit on one of the chairs. With a book in hand, you could often read the afternoon away well your lover did paper work.

The only problem for techno was when you were in the room, his mind would very often linger away from the work before him. Being a ruler put a lot of stress down onto him. Not only that, but being young he still had a lot to learn about being a Emperor. Along with being young, he still wanted to have fun with you. Of course he would take you for little dates, dance with you in the ballroom, spar with you, have little picnics in the library- those were your favorite. He did every little thing a casual city boy would do for you. But he would also do more.

Techno wasn't the only one who had interesting thoughts about you, the voices also would often express themselves about you. About how they wanted to hear things from you, and do things to you. Them being upfront made doing paperwork, hard.

He would try and focus on writing a new bill, yet somehow a voice would slip through with a erotic image of you. To which he would then have to take a moment to tear his attention elsewhere. That wouldn't last long before a new request came through however. It was just a never ending battle for him.

One day it was bad. Oh was it bad. He was up late within his office, working through his now smaller stack of papers. With the determination of a Ox he was hell bent on finishing it all.

Of course with it being nearly one-ish in the morning, you were not feeling the love for the late-night push he had. When Techno would force himself into over drive, you would always stray in and remind him of when to take breaks.

Like now.

When you carefully opened the door to his office, his head was down. Reading glasses adorning his nose as he read the fine print. With the soft click of the door you eased it shut. Normally no one was allowed to walk behind hid desk as a sign of respect for him. But being his wife, you tended to get away with things.

Wrapping yourself around his back, he let out a longing sigh. Your arms secured around him in a pleading cry, begging him to come with you. "Princess, I'm almost done..." you hummed and rubbed your hand against his chest. Silently pleading for him to join you. Well your hands rubbed about his chest, he hesitated.

With the voices already having been in overdrive, your soft loving hand movements did not help. God, he wanted nothing more than to shove your night gown up, and kiss you until you were a gasping mess. With a soft kiss pressed to his ear his patience was growing thin. Not because of you, oh no. Your movements were out of innocence. You wanted a cuddle buddy for bed. The voices, wanted your neck and chest, black and blue from his lips. That was the problem.

"You said that a hour ago... please..." he couldn't help but sigh. Setting his pen down as he looked up to you. God you were too cute. Gently he took your hand and tugged it. Pulling it so you fell across his lap. With your legs draping over the arm of his chair, he held you up by his shoulder. Looking down at you with loving eyes. Maybe even laced with a bit of lust.

You gave a gentle smile and curled up against his chest. He wouldn't cuddle in public often. So you had to take what you could. Of course, he had no desire to work with you in his lap. He just wanted to feel you against him. He hoped this would ease the voices. Letting them know that you were within his arms secure.

But of course that didn't stop them. They still craved for him to mark you, to kiss you, to let others know you were his. With a gentle hand he pushed your hair aside, freeing your neck. Your eyes lingered him, curious about his movements. His eyes didn't meet yours, instead they were focused on your neck. Assuming he wanted to kiss you, your voice was soft.

"Do you want to kiss me?..." he glanced to your eyes and lingered a moment, nodding slowly. You gave a gentle smile. Encouraging him if he really wanted. When he saw you were ok with it, he leaned in and didn't hesitate to start prying soft noises from you. His teeth grazed over your pulse before biting down softly. Wanting to leave some form of marking over your body now that you were officially his. With gentle gasps being drawn from your lips the voices went wild.

Ever since your first time with each other, the voices knew what they wanted more of. They wanted you, to hear you, to feel you, to see you wither like the first time again. They wanted to ruin you. Of course with the first time out of the way, you and Tech were more sexually involved. He was still trying to have you take him fully.

With his lips to your neck, you could only lean into him with whimpers and soft moans. With your eyes fluttering shut he held you firm to his chest. The warmth engulfing your body.

However, he did part. Drawing his attention to his desk, moving aside paperwork. You watched as he half organized quickly. Freeing space on the desk. It caught you slightly off guard as he placed you onto the now free space. Allowing you to move your legs beside his. Letting him between them.

His hands shamelessly roamed up your thighs, kneading the soft flesh under his hand. Well your hands held to the side of his desk. Nervous someone would walk in. With gentle hands he moved your gown up a bit. Allowing the plush skin of your hip to show.

"Darling if your going to make love to me, we should probably go back to the bedroom..." you said softly. Half wanting him in bed, and the other half not wanting to be interrupted. He only hummed as his hands roamed up your sides under the gown. Feeling how warm your body was.

"It's my office... I can take you here if I want..." he said, his eyes glued to your body. Your cheeks did flush at this.

"Are you sure?..." your voice was quiet but held hesitance, and excitement. Your eyes danced over his busy ones. He only hummed before answering. Playing with the hem of your underwear.

"Becides... I only want a taste..."

#techno x reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade x reader smut #TE

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jjacob · 4 years ago

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all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !!

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES.

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

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Ask Answers: June 6th, 2021

I’m back with more ask responses! You can also check our Frequently Asked Question sheet if there’s something you’re wondering that’s not answered here.

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Thank you for the patience with these questions ♡

Hey in very beginning of step 3 in the scene where Mr.Holden had a thought dancing on the tip of his tongue but he kept it to himself after MC and Cove were being cute (idk if it makes a difference but this is when they're dating)... Can we know what he was thinking/ wanted to say? It's been bugging me lol

He would’ve gone into a “look how much you’ve grown”, “your dad is so proud of you”, “I’m so glad things worked out with the MC”, and etc spiel, haha. But he resisted the urge to fawn on his baby boy, at least for that scene.

If we planned to move away for college/future plans in step 3, is it implied that MC and Cove would have a long distance relationship for sure? Could MC have convinced Cove to come with them? How is the dynamic of their relationship going to be addressed in Step 4, if that makes sense?

Cove is willing to follow the MC where they went after everything is settled for them there, and if they’re sure they want him to come! You’ll get to decide how things shook out during those transitional years just by making choices about it during the opening prologue of Step 4.

Hi! First off, how does it feel to have created one of the best games when it comes to inclusion for lbtq+ peeps? I've never felt as validated with my identity and sexuality when playing a game and I'm seemingly not alone ♥ Second, and this might be a little too specific, but what kinds of drinks does Cove like as well as dislike? Thank you, you're the best ♥

Thank you for very much! It’s really nice to hear the game felt inclusive. Cove likes regular water and fruit juices/smoothies most! He dislikes coffee and cola, and he’s not super into most teas either.

Hi, may i ask what gb patch stands for? Specifically the gb part lol

It stands for my old, silly username I used in places like Neopets as a kid, aha. The company name wasn’t super thought out since it was originally just me making VNs as a hobby. Luckily, “GB Patch” kind of seems like it could mean something reasonable, so I didn’t have to rebrand when it did become a more serious, commercial group.

If we chose to not propose to cove in the step 3 dlc would he propose or would the mc propose in step 4 or the wedding dlc?

Yeah, you or Cove can propose in Step 4 if you’re not already engaged! The Wedding DLC takes place after the engagement so the proposal scenes aren’t there.

will you guys announce if the early access for the new game is out on patreon ?

When beta builds of Step 4 or whatever start coming out on the Patreon we will mention it here on social media too.

Heyy I just had a quick question about Baxter if that’s okay :)?

I saw in an ask+answer that it’s possible to casually date Baxter In step 3, but what leads up to that? I have the step 3 dlc and I’ve tried playing them In a different orders and ways but it doesn’t seem to get anywhere ^^;

The Step 3 DLC is Cove-based because he’s the default guy. There’s a separate Baxter romance DLC that’s not out yet. That’s where you can get him to date you. I’m sorry for the confusion!

Will we ever get any LI's or side characters with physical disabilities or deformities? I think your games would be a great place to have them in since they're always so accepting and safe!

Yeah, we do hope to have representation for that in future projects ^^. Thank you for the confidence in us.

Is it possible to get Cove to take the bed and MC to sleep on the floor?

Not in Step 3, I’m afraid.

So, I have played the prologue of Our Life countless times and I haven't gotten the [Your Life] achievement, why is that?

Steam sometimes isn’t connected properly when an achievement unlocks and so it remains locked on your account. If that happens, unfortunately getting the scene again won’t unlock it. The achievement becomes inaccessible because the game thinks you already have it. Playing with the same Steam account on a different device or fully deleting your game data (more than the only the save files) are the only work arounds we’ve found.

Since when you talk with Jeremy in step 3 it's mentioned he goes on dates with someone (which assume is JB because who else would take this boy on dates) that makes him happy, does that sort of make JB and Jeremy the canon relationship in the first game?

The default for XOXO Droplets is that JB casually goes on dates with each of the jerks! Shiloh would’ve been harsher if Jeremy was the only guy getting her attention, haha. But the player can change that default by dating just one person the whole game for their own story and who she ends up with for real has no default.

Hi, hello! Huge OL fan, thank you so much for the wholesome content, it was very much needed during these times. Managed to get several people to join team Cove, so that's very exciting, I always have people to fawn over him with. I have a little question and I'm sorry if it was asked before, but does it ever come up in the game what Cove has told his mom about us? (who knows, with so many options, one can miss it) Or, alternatively, will it come up in the Step 4 DLC?

Thank you very much for sharing the game with people <3. It’s really great to hear people are liking it. Right now that doesn’t come up in game. Kyra is willing to keep her mouth shut and Cove isn’t gonna have that conversation either. At least not when he’s younger, but yes, perhaps when he’s a fully grown big boy in Step 4 you can ask him about it.

I’ve been thinking about this ever since it has been confirmed that there would be two love interests for OL2, would there be the possibility of forming a polyamorous relationship with both love interests? I’m sorry if you answered this previously, I’m just curious.

We are considering it, but it’s not a guarantee yet. It’d be really great to have but it’d add so many extra alterations that’d need to made, aha.

Hello! You mentioned how Cove would be uncomfortable with kids at 23, but how old would he be when he’s comfortable with having/adopting kids? (Same goes for the other LI’s.) btw, love your game!!

He’d want to be at least 25, but even older would be good. Derek would want to have kids when he and his partner could reasonably support them, the age itself wouldn’t matter. If they were doing good at 22 and wanted kids, he’d be up for it. Or they could wait until their 30s or whatever. Baxter is also more of a “when it feels right” guy rather than having a specific age requirement. Cove is just especially wary of being a young parent because of his own parents. I’m happy you like the game!

does step 4 immediately play after you press "end summer" in step 3? or is there another button/transition (like the story text thingy) before the epilogue begins? what happens after the epilogue? roll credits? 😂

Step 4 will have transition section always and there will be an extra button, if you own the Derek or Baxter DLC. By default the Cove-based version of Step 4 just plays once Step 3 is over. However, having the other guys’ storylines will mean you get to pick which version of Step 4 plays; Cove Step 4 (the basic one), Derek Step 4, or Baxter Step 4.

Happy pride, thank you for all you do for us🥰

I have a quick question though, I recently got a MacBook after my old windows computer broke, and now steam says I cannot download it, but it has no issues with other games, what can I do to download it?? I’m sorry if my English is bad

Happy pride month! Unfortunately, Our Life isn’t available for Mac on Steam right now. To be an approval application Apple requires having special notarization and we as a small group haven’t gotten that. Itch doesn’t care and lets us release the game for Mac there anyway, Steam does care so we’re locked out of putting the Mac build up on their storefront. Feel free to email us and we can try to help the situation out further!

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Hello! I was jus wondering if the Baxter and Derek DLCs are still happening? I haven’t heard anything about them on here or patreon in a while so I just wanted to make sure ^^

They’re still coming and we just released a new sprite sketch on the Patreon for the Derek DLC c:. But right now Step 4 is still much more of a priority. Once that’s closer to being done we’ll focus way more on sharing previews for the other guys.

is it possible to tell cove you love him (platonically) at step 3 fondness/selecting him as basically family? i just love the mc and liz sibling interactions and it got me wondering about it (especially if you've selected that option)

You and Cove can be as close as family, but there’s not a specific scene in Step 3 where you say “I love you” in a family context. But there’s always Step 4~

do you intend on ever adding a collectors mode to Our Life? Like a way to collect achievements and CGs for the gallery without it effecting any save files?

We weren’t considering it before. But if a lot of players would find that helpful, we could start thinking on that!

Sorry if it's a silly question haha, but (in crush/love) is Cove really aware of how cute and cuddly he seems to MC? If so, what does he think or do about it? Or does he just ignore it?

He isn’t particular aware. Cove never truly stops being surprised that the MC is interested in/attracted to him, haha.

Would you say that the alone ending of xoxo droplets is worth playing again to get?

Nope, haha. The goal is to make friends/get a boyfriend and so the alone ending is kind of the bad ending for the game. Though there is a consolation prize if you get it by accident.

Is there any possible situation which would ever prompt Pran to bake for his girlfriend? Like I know it's unlikely I mean even if JB broke her leg somehow I'm pretty sure he'd still be like "I considered baking you a cake and doing the frosting the way I think looks interesting but you don't deserve a cake, no one does." right but also ahhh it would be super nice if some day he just surprised her with baked goods one day out of nowhere. JB would be so shocked it would be cute. So is there any possible situation where that could/would be a thing that he would do?

He might bake out of spite, like if he felt he had to prove her wrong on something. Or if JB used some good reverse psychology on him. Or he might do it in a relatively nice way if he could make his GF so shocked by the kind gesture that his amusement with that overrode his insistence on not being sweet. Pran is very difficult in high school, aha.

Is the "one route (where) it can be seen that Everett will drop his seemingly eternal waging with Jeremy pretty easily and can start getting along without thinking much on it" the Lucas route? I'm curious!

Yep! Everett will side with Jeremy if it’s between him and Lucas.

Hi I hope you guys are having a great day :) I just had to ask how Cliff would feel about Cove's partner/fiancé Mc calling them dad whether it be accidental or otherwise and secondly I also wanted to ask how he would feel about being asked to be the one to give the mc away at their wedding.

He would be very touched and excited! I hope you have a good day too :D

Hello! I saw an ask relating to whether Cliff "moves on" after Cove's grown up and stuff (and he stays single), but what about Kyra? Will she be with anyone else or will she stay single?

She does start dating again, but she takes it slow.

Hi! I absolutely love the art for characters in OL and I wonder is this fine to draw my MC in same drawing style and upload online later? Is this something artists would be okay with? Thank you!

Yeah, you can certainly do that C:

Hey there!

I wonder if I'm just being stupid here.. Is Step 4 a DLC? And if so, where can I find it? I can't seem to find it on Steam :< Thank you!

Step 4 is a free epilogue! It’s not done yet, but once it is finished you’ll just update your game file and Step 4 will be there after Step 3 ends.

hi! are step 4 and the wedding dlc two different things?

They are. Step 4 is a free epilogue that’ll be a default part of the game once it’s done, the wedding DLC is an optional paid expansion that takes place after Step 4.

Why did Baxter not receive a step 2 sprite seeing how he shows up later

Sprites are time consuming to draw and take money out of the budget that could’ve gone to other things. His tiny appearance in Step 2 wasn’t worth all the effort to make a sprite, aha.

I just realized, what happens if if you get the patreon exclusive moment but at a later date, when you don't have the membership anymore, it's updated (like a bugs fix update for example)? Would you have to get the membership again?

You would have to get the membership again to redownload the build. But there’s very little chance there’s going to be an update once it’s been out for over a month. If a build gets released with errors, players catch/report them within the first few days. So by the time the first subscription period ends, any problems that were noticeable would already have been fixed. And we’re certainly not gonna be adding new content to it once it’s been released for a long time. There’s no need to worry about missing out on something worthwhile in the future if you cancel your membership. It’s being made with the idea in mind that many players are gonna be getting it and then going.

Hello! Wanted to ask about gaming choice in step 3? Once upon a playthorugh I got the option to buy Cove a bracelet for his graduation present. I played the same basic character again and that option wasn't there anymore. I'm not sure where I went wrong. My Cove wears a bracelet on each hand and my MC is into fashion and jewelry. Do I need to put an earring on him or? Sorry, love your game so much.

He also needs to have liked bracelets in Step 2 for that to be considered a good gift option for him. Sorry for the confusion! I’m happy you love the game :)

Is Step 4 being released at the same time as the Wedding DLC or will the first come before the latter? Thank you!

I’m not sure. Ideally they’ll come out at the same time, but the wedding DLC has a lot of art to get done and we may have to release it after Step 4.

Can mc still get confession from Cove at the end of step 3 even if mc casually dates Baxter in step 3? Such as in crush mode?

I don’t think so. Maybe that’ll change, but generally there’s differences to the Step 3 ending if you were dating Baxter and those differences likely will conflict with getting the Cove confession.

For the patreon moments/dlcs, will it be available for all tiers?

It’ll be available for tier 2 (Fans) and up!

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USO Girl?

Halloween!Steve x Halloween!female!reader

Summary: Steve and reader meet at a Stark Industries halloween party, but the reader is dressed up as a USO girl. 🇺🇸

Warnings: None really, just a terrible title.

Request from: @lighterthanstardust (technical difficulties with tagging at the moment)

Putting on the last few touches of your red lipstick, your phone dings.

Nat: Are you still coming? I wanna introduce you to some people :)

Y/N: On my way

Natasha had been begging you to come to Stark's Halloween party for the past month, you kept saying no because you're content with your little tradition of buying candy, curling up and watching horror movies every Halloween. But Natasha was persistent, and adamant about you going. She would come to your workplace at shield, whether you were training, taking a call, or welcoming a new recruit, and bother you until you gave in.

You were pretty sure the reason she wanted you at the party was so she could introduce you to her co-workers? Friends? Family? Whatever she called them, you've heard her refer to them as many different things over the years. And well, you guessed correct based off the text.

Shutting your door and walking out of your apartment complex, you could hear your silver kitten heels click clacking on the cement ground. Getting into your car and checking the adress off the piece of paper Natasha gave you, you turn on the ignition and speed off.

Pulling into the parking lot of a very tall building, that you assume is Stark Tower, you see a red headed figure standing out front.

As you park your car and get out, Natasha starts walking towards you. Pulling you in for a hug and letting go, she takes a good once over of your USO girl costume.

"Damn, 'might as well take you home tonight girl!" She says as she twirls you around.

"Thanks but look at you, Kim Possible!"

Natasha hooks her left arm with your right arm, as you both start walking towards the entrance.

"What are supposed to be anyway?"

"A USO girl, it was a last minute idea because I didn't have a costume. Had to rumage through my grandmother's closet." You answer.

"Hm, it's cute."

As you enter the building she leads you to an elevator, and punches the button that says: 17th floor. When the elevator stops, and opens you notice there's not as many people as you thought there would be. It seems to be more of a small get together for Halloween. To the right there's a group of five people, and Maria Hill whom you've talked to a good amount of times already, all sitting on white couches. There's about two handfuls of some other people scattered here and there, dress in different costumes.

"Tasha' where is everyone?" You whisper shouted as she led you to her friends, The Avengers.

"This is everyone, Y/N"

When Natasha and you reached the group she stopped in front of everyone and introduced you to them.

"Guys, this is Y/N, she works for shield."

"Hey!"

"Hello."

"Nice to finally meet you!"

"So you're the girl Nat keeps talking 'bout, eh?"

You knew who they all where so you didn't bother asking for names, instead you just said your "hi's" back and settled on the couch by Nat.

"Where's Steve?" Nat asked,

"The mans is old as dirt, he's probably just walking to slow. He'll be here eventually." As Sam says this he moves his eyes to you and asks,

"So what's up with the costume?"

"Sam reall-" Maria starts to say but you interrupt.

"Ha ha, it's okay Maria. I'm a USO girl, I didn't have a costume and it was a last minute idea, I had it on hand."

"Be careful, Y/N, gonna give Capsicle a stroke there."

They all chuckle at Tony's joke,

"Capsicle?"

"Just ignore Tony" Natasha says rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

After about an hour of conversation, and Halloween music playing in the background, you volunteer to get the second round of beer from Tony's bar. But Bruce stops you,

"Oh, you don't have to get them. Sit down I'll get it."

Not stopping and ignoring his offer you say,

"It's fine, I can get them."

He smiles warmly at you as you get up to go to the bar.

When you open the small refigerator door, you grab six beers including one for yourself. When you close the door and start to exist the bar you crash right into someone's hard chest.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, i wasn't lookin-"

You cut your self off looking up. Completely mesmerized by the man in front of you. Steve Rogers. You knew he was attractive, but you didn't know he was this attractive.

Chuckling Steve tells you, "It's okay."

He looks down at the beers in your arms,

"Let me grab one for myself, then I'll help you carry those over there."

Waiting for him to grab one, he walks back to you, takes three cans from you, and taps the small of your back to signal you to start walking, sending a shiver down your back.

"So, a USO girl, eh?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yup, didn't have a costume."

"So then what's that?"

"My grandmother's"

Realizing what you said you just said you look at him with wide eyes.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to call you old."

Steve lets put a louder laugh causing everyone to watch both of you as you and him make your over to them.

"So, I see you've already met Steve." Nat says with her eyebrows raised.

Knowing what she's suggesting you roll your eyes and say,

"Yes, I have."

"So, I guess I was right. You did give him a stroke."

Everyone starts chuckling at Tony's joke while Steve shakes his head with a goofy smile on his face, looking down at his shoes.

"Hm?" You ask after taking a sip of your beer.

"Well the loud crash?"

"Oh! No, that was me dropping all the beer."

Everyone is moving onto different conversations but you an Steve keep talking. Asking eachother question after question, inventively listening to one another.

Nat was watching both of you out of the corner of her eye.

"So where's the costume old man?!" Sam says, sorta struggling to keep his eyelids open.

"Didn't know we were dressing up." Steve answers with a shrug.

"What?!? No way. Absolutely not. Who doesn't dress up for Halloween?"

"Apparently, Capsicle."

Jerking his head toward Tony he points at him saying,

"Hey! Who're you to talk Stark, you're not dressed up either."

"When you're Tony Stark, Rogers, you don't need a costume to be cool" Tony argues in his defense, flicking off some imaginary dust from his suit.

Everyone keeps talking, drinking, occasionally dancing, and getting drunker and drunker. But Steve has the inconveniency of not being able to get drunk, and you're so caught up in his baby blues that you completely forget you were drinking.

You're definitely drunk, but not from alcohol. You're drunk off of his seafoam eyes, his charm, his kindess, his authority, his every detail.

When two a.m rolls around, and everyone is drunk of thier asses they start heading up to a couple of floors higher, most likely to whatever rooms were up there to get some sleep, already dreading the morning after.

Since you and Steve were sober, well you were more sober than the rest, You and him stayed behind to clean up empty bottles, empty beer cans, and fallen decorations.

You pickup some beer cans to go to the bar and throw them away but when you come back, Steve asks you,

"Would it be wierd if I asked you out?"

"No, no it would not be wierd"

You're both smiling at eachother, Steve is holding orange, black and purple streamers in one hand, while your holding a beer bottle.

Next thing you know he's dropping the streamers, and walking to you.

He kisses you. Lips on lips. Moving so perfectly in sync. It's igniting, it's new, it's exciting, and brilliant. So brilliant that you drop the beer bottle to lay your hands on the nape of his neck, but the bottle has other plans. It crashes to the floor and shatters, causing you and Steve to pull away from eachother and chuckle.

As you both bend down to pick up the shattered peices he grabs your hand, and tilts you head up to look at him.

"So, will you go on date with me?"

"It would be crazy of me to say no, Steve"

My first actual fic!! I hope you've all liked it, btw I THRIVE of off feedback so please tell me what you've thought.

If you've liked this fic please like and reblog. REBLOGS HELP WRITERS A CRAP TON!!!

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chironshorseass · 4 years ago

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Number 3, "Why do you always have to act like that?" <3

Did not proofread this, sorry lmao. This is post tlo percabeth btw:)

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The rain had stopped just an hour before he’d arrived at Annabeth’s school, the roads slick with water. Oranges and reds clashed with the newly-cleared blue of the October sky, dead leaves flying in the air, stamping against the windshields while leftover water sprayed from the passing cars. An art piece that had come to life.

And here Percy sat behind the wheel, watching the comings and goings of girls in posh uniforms and oversized sweaters. He’d been busy staring at a random squirrel in the middle of the road when he heard a tapping on his car window, and with it came a voice that he knew all too well.

“Hey, are you my Uber driver?”

She sounded distant, thanks to the boundary that the glass imposed. But still he grinned, facing her. He rolled the windows down, letting the fresh air invade the small Prius.

“I’m an Uber driver, now?”

Annabeth raised a thin eyebrow.

“Well, I’m not sure, actually.” She pretended to check her phone, then back at him. Her eyes danced with amusement. “I think the Uber driver in the picture they sent me looks cuter.”

He gasped. “Impossible.”

That made her laugh, leaning into the open window, close enough to see every single freckle that dusted across her face.

She looked good. To be fair, she always looked good. But something about the autumn breeze, rustling her hair that matched the golden leaves draped over the sidewalks, made his heart beat faster.

“So how much am I supposed to charge for the ride, madam?”

“Aren’t you supposed to know?”

“Not really.”

She sighed. “As you can see, sir, I don’t have all day.”

“Uh, please don’t ever call me ‘sir.’”

“And please don’t ever call me ‘madam.’”

The sight of her just inches apart from him, all rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed, was extremely inviting. He played along anyway.

Percy had always thought that dating Annabeth would be too different, a step too big from what their relationship had once been. And in part, it was different. They went out like any couple, they held hands, he could call her his girlfriend, could kiss her anytime he wanted. But he realized that, above all, they were still best friends. If he thought about it, nothing had really changed.

“Okay, well...I guess I could accept cash, but—”

Her eyes widened comically. “Oh my gods! It’s a shame, then. I don't have any cash!”

“Hmm, then I guess you’d have to pay me some other way.”

She tilted her head, leaning closer. “Now that I think about it, that’s not such a bad idea.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Even if I’m not as cute as the other Uber guy?”

She stopped, biting her lower lip. She had that cheeky smile on, the kind that drove him crazy. Especially since she was this near and this beautiful and he could only sit and watch.

“Well, there is one guy who’s, like, cuter than all the other Uber guys. Maybe you know about him.”

“Who could it be?”

She shrugged. “Oh, you know...just my boyfriend. I kinda like him a lot.”

“Kinda?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Does this boyfriend happen to be waiting for her girlfriend to kiss him? You know, as she promised?”

“She promised that?”

“To be fair, it was kind of implied.”

“Oh. Then...it would be rude of me not to return the favor.”

Their noses bumped, earning another laugh from her, but she pulled away just before their lips met. Percy made a sound of protest, feeling deprived from the warmth that surrounded her like a treasured blanket. Her eyebrows pulled together, scrutinizing, smirk still intact.

"Why do you always have to act like that?" he whined.

She gave him an innocent look. “Like what?”

“Come here,” he insisted.

“Not unless you say ‘please.’”

“Please?”

Annabeth crossed her arms. “Eh, I suppose you’re passable,” she finally said, hovering in the open window once more.

“Excuse me! I thought you said that your boyfriend is cuter than—”

She shut him up by kissing him, soft and slow.

“So,” he said, the words breathed into the small space between their lips. “I’m passable, huh?”

“Something like that.” Her fingers threaded through his hair. Percy closed his eyes for a brief second, just enjoying the feeling. “Now, are you just going to let me stand here like an idiot or what? I’m kinda freezing over here.”

He opened his mouth in mock offense. “You’re the one who was taking all the time in the world, saying I’m passable or whatever—”

Annabeth kissed him again, then pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth.

“Does that convince you?”

He meant to say something smartass, or at least something dignified, but all that came out was an, “Uh...yuh.”

She snorted.

Soon enough, however, she left him sitting alone, not at all aware of how caught up he was, in her phantom touch, as she dashed toward the other side of the Prius. Or maybe she was aware. He was never sure with Annabeth.

When she stepped into the shotgun seat, Percy was already waiting.

“Hey,” he said.

He didn’t wait for a response, mouth already meeting hers, kissing her again and again, just because he could.

But they didn’t last long, their cheeks spread too wide from smiling.

Gods, I love her.

“Wow, Seaweed Brain. Someone’s...eager,” she said, eyebrows raised.

“I missed you,” he said simply.

Her gaze softened. “I missed you, too.” She averted her eyes, beaming, sunshine breaking through the clouds. “Even though it’s kind of only been a week.”

“And?”

She didn’t argue, instead choosing to reach for his hand.

“So where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises.”

“Too bad you’re dating me, then.”

“Yeah, too bad.”

He stuck his tongue out, and she laughed, his favorite sound in the world.

“But,” she said, “since I maybe like you—”

“Maybe?” he teased.

“Okay,” she smiled. “Since you’re my boyfriend—which means I really like you…”

“Go on…”

“Then I’ll just go wherever you take me,” she finished.

And who could say no to this girl?

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#percabeth #percabeth fic #pjo fic #pjo #post tlo #look mom i can write #idk what this is dont ask

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youranxiousnerd · 3 years ago

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The Transformation Thoughts

bc hsmtmts said gay rights

spoilers below

yesss seb doing the recap

wait did seb just say he was crying?!?! give him a hug

cow baby!!!

wow miss jenn and seb having a civil conversation

Natalie is back!!

ej and ricky with the mask

kourtney’s outfit!!!

ashlyn’s outfit...

ahh so the awards and the show are separate, good, that’s how it works

RICKY’S SHIRT!?!?!?!

i love it

ricky is lgbt do not try to convince me otherwise

ASHLYN IS SINGING IT IS BEAUTIFUL

like pop off

ricky and the mask

that mask is the true villain in season 2

“Belle, I-” flops

Ashlyn is carrying the scene, she is such a good Belle

how is ricky allowed on stage oh my god

the cap

that damn mask

“It’s okay, it was just my face”

Miss Jenn is hanging on by a thread

finally some ashlyn and ricky content

“Which they will” buddy have you faced the music? Have you seen Ricky?

“I think I might have been playing Troy at one point”

Miss Jenn needs help from someone who isn’t a teenager

“Mother is freaking out” High school theater at it’s finest

“There is math involved”

“OH”

sassy seb

i can’t with east high’s tech crew, what are you doing?!?!

and why are the actors figuring out the tech stuff?!? i’m sure kourt, big red, ashlyn (she knows all), and seb (he lives on a farm) know what to do.

the crew cannot be that bad

btw here are my thoughts on this scene

guys it is ashlyn’s house not yours

portwell shoulder bump

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU

OH SO NOW YOU HAVE DRILLS

WHERE WERE THEY WHEN THE TECHIES STARTED USING GLUE ON PLYWOOD!?!?!?!

I WANT ANSWERS

i. cannot. with. this. show.

lily wtf

“is this too weird” yes

like why?

lily like actually shut up

big red’s “wtf”

let her be evil damnit

“i’m just not well liked here” i wonder why

that was really weird, anyways

“he gets weird around tools”

me too

no give big red the drill he knows how to use it

someone write a fic about the girls and seb’s chaotic target run

why don’t you have a blackout and dramatic music and lights for the transformation, i know it isn’t award level but if done right it can be pretty dope

“I don’t know if my parents will be okay with me being at a co-ed sleepover”

“Chip, this is your mother speaking, go call your mother”

HE DID THE FINGER GUNS

GAY TABLE SIT AND FINGER GUNS THEY DID THEIR RESEARCH

ashlyn’s bucket

CARLOS GAY TABLE SIT

OH MY GOD

they’re so gay soulmates

let big red have his skateboards

“i need to talk to seb at some point but it can wait” honey no it can’t wait seb is on the verge of a breakdown

wait they havent talked in a week

Im a hypocrite ive been dancing around someone for three years

“You’re still at school”

“I’m worried about my children” “She means us”

such a high school theater thing (like i got married during high school theater, we had a family tree)

“ah, Sebby”

“Now I’m pretty sad” give him a hug

the girls ship seblos

“But, I guess he has to be, out of default, right... there’s not a lot of choices for a boy like Carlos, here, at East.”

alright here come the tears

why...why couldn’t he say “gay” or “queer” or “lgbt”?!?!

“Not so good at saying the feelings part out loud”

shiz that hit close to home.

Seb is just making me cry today, isn’t he?

wait so we’re just going to change the subject? coming from a queer person, opening up about your problems about your sexuality is hard. like, there are things that happened years ago im just telling people.

“You’re my sister, he’s my cousin”

it seems everyone except nina knows about the chocolates. imagine gossip time when gina told people write a fic

Nini just stop talking. It wasn’t a big deal, simple mistake. Not everything has to be big and dramatic

and wasn’t she just asking about Gina and Ej?

Nini for the love of god it is not something to read into.

“The farmer type”

Ash and Red exchanging gossip

wait... why are they texting about this?

“Why wouldn’t he say something to me?” It’s a hard conversation to have. “hey are we together just because i’m your only option?”

“Okay, pretty boy” HE CALLED HIM PRETTY BOY

RICKY!!!!!!!!!!

!!!

carlos and gina chaotic siblings

give ej a hug

“Sweet boy”

im so glad the guys are talking about their feelings.

Why a sleepover? It’s more of a hangout.

“Verging on failure”

jennzara therapy

slowwww burn

you go from hand holding to fist bump

disney please release an acoustic version of “let you go”

so it’s just carlos and ricky chillin’ at big red’s house?

do not play let you go for nini

do. not.

“You guys are a hallmark movie”

for once ricky is being smart

“the look on your face when you were talking about Seb tonight” smiles

he is so whipped

“I think you and Seb have something worth fighting for...bro”

that was so sweet and then there is bro

i love this show

“Sorry, I’m adjusting to being called bro”

him and seb being awkward about feelings... that is a high school relationship

i love ricky in this scene

“Yeah, let’s just write”

ASHLYN CALLED BIG RED BABE AWWWWW

nina shut the actual hell up

“It’s in the costume shop, somewhere” mood

“Thank you, 15″ THEY SAID THE THING

GAHHHH

I LOVE IT

howie and kourtney oh my god what is happening

“and begging”

“hi” he’s so nervous oh my lord.

he is so awkward around seb

it’s like a switch

“Do you want to get risotto with me sometime” OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE

GINA BABY HE LIKES YOU

GINA HONEY!!!

AWWW THAT WAS ADORABLE

PORTWELL YESSSS

gina’s little run

“Am I in trouble?”

they’re so nervous

oh my god its time

“You keep it all bottled up” GUYS I CANT ARGGGG

can ricky just like, go behind a curtain?

“lookin’ for our kind of love” carlos basically just said “i love you”

seb is so whipped like look at him?

they’re so in love

seb’s little eye role at “in a heartbeat, i choose you”

the hands omfg

oh my god they’re going to dance

SHIZ THE HOMECOMING SUITS

I WAS RIGHT

OH MY GOD

SHIT GUYS IM DYING

gah the hands i cant

carlos is leading i love it

the tie

a tie just killed me

im combusting

You’re honor, they’re in love

i really thought carlos was going in for a kiss he is probably getting one later

i like how the dance isn’t big, it’s small and a little awkward bc right then it’s just them.

THEYRE SO IN LOVE HOLY SHIT

damnit big red

big red is legally required to interrupt almost kiss moments especially if it’s an lgbt kiss bc we cant have two in one season

in a heartbeat is so cute. Frankie showed UP this season with the vocals. there is no way that was all acting bc they looked so in love.

I...I love it

the lyrics are perfect

In a Heartbeat and Let You Go are probably the best OG songs of the season

“Siri, add In a Heartbeat to my gay sob playlist”

these boys are just serenading each other left and right

“Yeah”

so it’s just “yeah”!?!? That’s it!?!?! Seb could have least kissed him on the cheek or did they use all their kisses?

I love the song and love the scene, but there is so much more to discuss. Are we going to brush over the fact that Seb literally had an allergic reaction and didn’t get help because he didn’t want to disappoint Carlos!?!? Are we going to brush over “no, seb” and seb feeling like he has to get carlos big things!?! One “yeah” doesn’t erase all that. I’m hoping we get closure, proper closure, not a joke.

In conclusion, only one thing was settled (Carlos loves Seb for Seb, not because he is the only out guy in school).

“Seb and Carlos suffer their first fight” effing liars

BTW it looks like they filmed the dance scene with the homecoming suits and normal outfits so disney release the footage

Ricky is the biggest Seblos shipper

“Bro”

you morons. are you using rigging without an adult there?!?!

im pretty sure that isn’t allowed. only trained people were allowed to use the rigging. it should be Natalie since she did it in HSM

you should have gotten mats are something or stand in a circle

gahhh

RICKY

OH MY FRICKING GOD

NO ONE RAN THEY JUST WATCHED WTF

WTF WAS THAT ENDING

UMMMMM NO

i legit have no words oh my god

they just killed the lead

you guys saw the rope you should have ran

you should have gotten mats or blankets or something just in case

rigging is difficult, set rigging and people rigging

EAST HIGH WTF

Looks like the sleepover is going to be in the ER

My gay heart is full but my theater heart is screaming. The episode went by really fast. I liked it, like a lot.

To answer the question, no, I am not okay @organic-guacamole and we will have a theater kid sleepover

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years ago

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𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢

@proseeuhn~aaah its okay if it takes a while! i honestly dont mind! my requests was… how would the dreamies react to their friend/crush who is usually unintentionally quite distant and intimidating being with soft with them and grabbing their hand out of nowhere to just play with it? if that makes sense?? like the friend/crush gets all soft and grabs the dreamies hand and plays with it djskks thank you in advance! ~ Thank you so much for your request (๑>◡<๑) , it was such a fun and original idea, i really enjoyed coming up with scenarios for this (requests are still open btw)

Mark Lee

so mark may be just a tiny huge bit scared of you sometimes

but that’s mostly because babie doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you 🥺

cuz your rbf gives him THE chills sometimes

you’re the definition of a ‘bruh’ person but somehow that’s a huge charm in mark’s eyes he’s royally whipped been there done that

and the one(1) way mark can fully relax and be in his element is when he’s playing the guitar i’d die to see/hear him

and even after he’s done you’re just ✨ vibing ✨ together in silence

until you suddenly reach out and grasp his hand in yours and bring it close to your face

mark.exe has unexpectedly crashed (((( ;°Д°))))

“woah your fingertips are so calloused from playing”

mark needs a cooler PRONTO (⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

he’s OVERHEATING FOR REAL and hyperaware of your warm breath fawning over his fingertips

and then you intertwine your hands and bring them into your lap as you brush your thumb against the exposed skin on his hand that you’re able to reach with a small smile on your lips (ﾟ ωﾟ//）

and mark is SHOOK with your casual display of affection and softness

he can’t help but stare at the soft curl of your lips, the light twinkle in your eyes, the fingers that grip his own so firmly yet so endearingly ♡‿♡

“you’re so beautiful” it just slips out

0.0 pause, delete existence, rewind major PANIC

but to his immense surprise a faded hue of red paints your cheeks and ears (๑•́‧̫•̀๑)

“thanks, you’ll get there too eventually “

（ノT＿T)ノ＾┻━┻ way to ruin a moment

but he does forgive you when he feels the index finger of your other hand trace a faint heart on the back of his hand (*>ω<*)

and mark would spend a lifetime playing his guitar if it meant he’d get to witness this unexpected but very welcomed side of you

Huang Renjun

renjun probably watches you like a hawk

your distant demeanor sometimes baffles him poor baby

but he likes you too much to give up so easily whipped man ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

and he does everything he can to *subtly* hint about his tiny huge crush but without making you uncomfortable renjun best boi we been knew

but you don’t seem to get the gist AT ALL (>皿<)

and renjun is getting more and more concerned on your lack of affection towards him

so babie gets lowkey sad (oꆤ︵ꆤo) not allowed in this household

until one blessed time you’re peeking over his shoulder as he inspects one of his unworldly amazing drawings

*GASP* “JUN THAT’S SO BEAUTIFUL”

you hurriedly take a seat beside him and grab one of his hands in yours as you gush over his artwork

“HOW EVEN, THIS IS JUST…JUST- I HAVE NO WORDS, MY JUN IS THE BEST ARTIST IN THIS filthy WORLD!!!11!!!1!” ლ(^o^ლ)

renjun’s brain and face is overheating

‘we…we’re holding ha-hands??!? and they called me best artist- wait ‘MY jun’??!?!!??!?!?’ （◎0◎）

and while he’s already shutting down, you decide enough isn’t enough and give him THE FINAL BLOW

you run your fingers gently over the back of his right hand and you suddenly lean your head on his shoulder as your soft voice registers in his overworked brain

“your birthmark is so pretty, renjun, so unique” (♥ω♥*)

*please bring cold water, towels, a fan, the entire fridge, renjun is burning alive he hot that’s why*

but renjun makes THE ULTIMATE POWER MOVE and brings your intertwined hands up to lay a *smooch* on your hand 🥺

get a room pls

Lee Jeno

the members once said they also found jeno intimidating and cold before getting to know him

so he’s certain that you only need to open up a lil

that’s why no matter how distant and icy you act towards him

he never NEVER gives up

just shoots you one of his ^‿^ smiles and carries on

and unconsciously, you start to soften up around him

and there a very specific moment when he started to realize that

you were helping him cut up some fruits and as he was about to grab another apple, you grabbed his hand, intently inspecting it

jeno having a heated internal debate : ‘chill man, don’t give them a reason to catch you off guard’ (ó﹏ò｡)

“well i gotta admit lee jeno”

“huh?” insert that cute confused sound he makes

“i’m really awestruck by you”

jeno puffing his chest internally : ‘well it’s damn time you noticed me senpai’ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

“you’ve really got the ugliest tan i’ve ever seen”

‘ASDFKAWDKSAIKAKJW- *passes out* ‘ X.X

jeno just snatches his hand away and grumbles about fruits and bicycles

he’s sulky the entire day but not because you hurt his ego no

and as much as you love teasing jeno, your growing soft spot for him is acting up and your melted heart just *mush*

so you kick renjun off the couch in order to sit beside jeno renjun tries to protest but you shoot him *that look* and he retreats with his tail between his legs ミ●﹏☉ミ

jeno tries to keep up his deeply hurt act dramatic much

until he feels shy fingers brushing his as if hesitating, before they curl around his firmly

‘ASDFKAWDKSAIKAKJW- *passes out* ‘ x2 because the softness in his heart is just too much for him

later on it becomes a habit neither of you complains

Lee Donghyuck

it’s the 4th time in the past 2 hours

and yes, donghyuck has been keeping count for scientific purposes obv

nvm, it’s the 5th time your hand brushed against his

and hyuck is ✨ ABOUT TO LOSE HIS MARBLES ✨

the demons on his shoulders are arguing by now

‘this is an attempt to subtly hold your hand dumbass’ (－‸ლ)

‘no it’s not, they would never touch anyone, remember when they threatened to chop chop that guy’s balls for touching them?’

‘it’s not the same thing, you’d let the opportunity if holding your crush’s hand pass by like this?’

‘sure go ahead, and then watch y/n dip it in acid’ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

donghyuck shuddered at the thought

what he doesn’t know is that sure, while sticking a random guy’s hand up his ass for touching you is a ‘been there done that’ for you

hyuck isn’t just a random guy

you’d choke on an asparagus before admitting it, but he has grown on you

sure, he’s still an annoying brat sometimes

but he’s so much more than that, he understood you in ways other couldn’t, he was patient with you and did his best to comfort and show you he cares in his own way (｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

and you grew to care for him too

maybe a bit more than a friend should ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“hey hyuck!! my hand is cold, warm it up for me”

you acted on impulse before you could chicken out and before hyuck could answer and slipped your hand in his

demon on left shoulder : ‘ha told ya pay up BEACH’

“you only love me for my warmth” said donghyuck totally not blushing and fangirling on the inside

“pffft i don’t love you, i like tolerate you and just shut up human radiator” said y/n totally not swinging their hands back and forward like kids in love

Na Jaemin

this man= W H I P P E D

y/n makes an edible omlet? jaemin : this is real taste, 5 star michelin right here!! stream gods menu cowards

y/n squishes hyuck like a bug for waking them up? jaemin : yes babe whoop go off cutie!!! (•̀o•́)ง

y/n breathes? jaemin : PERFECTION!!!11!!!1!!1!!

so you went from ‘(•ิ_•ิ)? what is this person saying??’

to ‘ (｡•́︿•̀｡)why isn’t he saying anything’ whenever he omits cheering you

but in a subtle way

you can’t have him catching on

so one day you’re sitting at the kitchen table and he’s feeding you pieces of fruit you whine about being able to feed yourself but nana knows you’re secretly enjoying it

when you suddenly snatch his other hand and one of renjun’s pencils left around and you 🥺 him

unfair if you ask him, how is he supposed to say no so he doesn’t

and you start doodling on his hand o(^◇^)o

he tries to peek at what you’re doing but you squeal softly and move to cover your drawing

“nana! wait until i’m done!!!’ (｀0´)

he *melts* at your cute reactions and resorts to watching your face expressions fondly as he occasionally prods your lips with fruit

“done!!!”

you move away to let him see the cute dolphin you drew on the back of his hand and he gushes about the cuteness of your drawing

but then you shyly start fiddling with his fingers as you explain

“you know how a dolphin helped poseidon find his love? this will make sure you’ll always find me” (๑•́‧̫•̀๑)

jaemin, softly smiling in understanding, curls his own fingers over yours and brings them up to his chest

“you don’t have to worry about that”

Zhong Chenle

chenle doesn’t seem a very affectionate person either

so he’s not really worried about your lack of affection social distancing

what he is worried about is that you’re also distant on an emotional level

because what if he misreads you?

what if you misunderstand him because of the lack of communication?

what if he isn’t there for you the one time you need him?

this baby just wants you to know he cares (◕⌓◕;)

but at the same time he doesn’t want to act in a different way around you read as doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of his crush

also you’re quite close

as friends for now (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

and as he does with all his close friends : he brings you to his home in china!!!!

and this boi has the surprise of his life when you obviously make an effort to open up to his family ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७

you smile and chat a lot with his mom and chenle also gets to talk a lot with you since he has to translate so who’s the real winner here

and you know that variety show(?) where chenle dances with his grandpa in the park? you go there too (∗´꒳`)

and while you’re both waiting on the side…

you!!!!grab!!!!his!!!!HAND!!!! and pull him towards the dance floor!!

chenle : Σ(゜ロ゜;) then looks at you being all : o(^◇^) and chenle turns to : (●♡∀♡) whipped culture everyone

he barely even breathes until you settle for a comfortable dance pattern, one of your hands on his shoulder, one of his laying gingerly on your waist respectfully cuz he is a manners man

but most importantly : hands clasped together at the side!!!!!!

and these minutes in which you just dance together without a worry, chenle gets to live his long forgotten childhood dreams 🥺 you know how in cinderella it’s the dance that starts everything? yeah that

chenle marks this date in his calendar and makes it a national day

Park Jisung

lyin’ is a sin so we don’t do that in dis household

jisung is highly intimidated by you (⌣_⌣”)

as in he likes likes you but he doesn’t dare act on his feelings in any way

so renjun and haechan took it upon themselves to play cupid a horrible decision really

and it seems that their attempts at dr. love only ended up in disasters

locked you together in a rollercoaster together? jisung threw up on both your laps (✦థ ｪ థ)ﾉ

ice skating together? jisung stumbled into you, knocking you over so you left the ring with a bruised chin and sore knees and jisung : (シ_ _)シ

arcade hangout? your competitive self almost made jisung cry you not only ignored him but also kicked his ass in every. single. game

so no one had any expectations when they arranged a horror movie night and invited you to sit beside jisung ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you were awfully quiet since the start of the movie which wasn’t necessarily unusual but ya know

but the atmosphere was getting tenser and tenser and you just knew some kind of jumpscare was coming

and survival comes first!!!! so you clutch onto the nearest thing

jisung’s hand ding dong correct!!!!

and you also bury your face in his shoulder subtly (っ⇀⑃↼)っ

you, shitting your pants : not a word to the others

jisung, also shitting his pants : not one

but uh even though jisung is awkward and everything, he isn’t complaining!!

he finds comfort in your death grip and you’re also his crush so DOUBLE WIN!!! !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

ofc the others notice but they don’t say a word because ✨ you’re cute ✨ so they leave the teasing for later thought you escaped? not a chance beach

and to make it all even more embarrassingly cute, you fall asleep like that

and you wake up the next morning tucked in jisung’s side with a sore neck, clammy hands and 200 notifs on your phone with pictures of you and jisung sleeping from every possible angle (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

and with a soon-to-be boyfriend too

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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I remember you once got a question about how the couples handled being separated due to tours, so based on that, what do you think would be the first thing each couple do when the boys return from tour and how would the girls receive them? Btw I loved your last Jimin fic, it was really cute! Have a nice day :)

Hi love! Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the fic <3 I seriously love this question so much, the idea of bts coming home to you after being away for so long is just :(( soft. So I decided to turn this into a bulleted type of reaction thing, I hope you enjoy.

p.s. this is completely unedited so please forgive any errors <3

Seokjin:

Probably yells some dorky thing like “Honey, I’m home” when he walks into apartment

Poopsie comes running through the place and jumps into his arms almost knocking him over

She’ll tease him by asking “What did you bring me?”

And he responds with “My handsome face” followed by a squeaky laugh

As she’s rolling her eyes but laughing because she genuinely loves his lame jokes, he finally he kisses her

She probably has a fuck ton of food prepared for him

But the food has to wait because as she goes into the kitchen to show him everything she made, he’s watching her and realizes how fucking much he’s missed this woman

Ends up hugging her really tightly and silly Jin is gone for a moment

Grateful happy Jin is here and he just wants to show his Poopsie how much he missed her and loves her

Ends up having sex in the kitchen and then eats all the food afterwards... sanitary

Yoongi:

He’s way too excited to see Kid but heaven forbid he let her know that

This honey boy probably tells Kid his flight lands later than it does and tries to sneak inside to surprise her- but in a cool way- but the door is unlocked so he ends up cursing her under his breath “how many times do I have to tell her to lock the fucking door”

She’s in the shower and he finds himself making a bee line to the bathroom

Popping his head inside, he casually scolds her as if he wasn’t gone on tour for MONTHS

“Did you lock your door once while I was away, Kid?”

Kid jumps and lets out a small scream of surprise before poking her head out of the shower to see Yoongi standing there with an adorable pout on his lips and fuck she missed that pout

The words “What the fuck are you doing here?” are out of her mouth before she even knows she’s saying them

And he can’t help but flash a gummy grin because it’s such a Kid thing to say

“The door was unlocked so I thought I’d just let myself in”

“Shut up and take your clothes off, Min” and Yoongi thinks of making a smart mouthed comment back but instead he just sheds his clothes before making his way to her

As soon as he reaches the shower their arms are wrapped around each other and she’s kissing all over his face, giving special attention to his lips

So many I missed you’s and I love you’s

Kid probably tells him how happy she is to have him home and he just feels so comfortable and happy and fuck the dude is SO IN LOVE

And they’re naked and in the shower, so might as well fuck I guess

Hoseok:

He’s letting Petal know the entire trip exactly where he’s at so by the time he arrives home, she’s waiting at the door

As soon as the door opens Petal is throwing herself at him and Hobi is struggling to hold all his bags as she attacks his face in kisses

As they kiss, Petal is bitching Hobi out for leaving like “I missed you so much, you’re never allowed to leave again, do you know how hard it is to be in this apartment without you?” and Hobi is giggling against her lips as he agrees to never go away again

She finally let’s him inside fully inside the apartment and they sit on the couch and Hobi talks about all sorts of stuff from tour

He’s babbling away excitedly because so much happened and all he wants to do is share it all with his favorite person (even though he already told her everything as it was happening)

Petal keeps stealing kisses as he talks and eventually he just says fuck it and pins her down on the couch

Goes from talkative and cute to heavy and sexy real fucking fast

Namjoon:

He steps inside and Daisy’s sitting on the couch reading a book and he’s like ?? that’s rather calm but ok

And she looks over the book and goes “Well hello stranger”

And he’s like “What are you reading, Babe?” all casual as he sets his bags down at the door

And she’s like “I’m not, I’m just trying to look nonchalant” and then she throws the book over her head and it lands somewhere on the floor and Joon smiles his stunning dimply smile and runs towards her all dorky like- you know the one

Probably dives on top of her and she’s thinking oh fuck ok dude I know you’re a child trapped in a man’s body but you’re like massive chill but she doesn’t say any of that and instead just laughs and wraps her arms and legs around him like a koala

So much kissing

And giggling

And they have sex almost immediately

And then afterwards they cuddle and hold each other and they just stay there for a couple hours because wow they missed each other a lot

Namjoon probably talks and talks and talks about tour and Daisy loves every second of it because he’s so happy

Jimin:

He steps inside the apartment and Dear is waiting at the kitchen island with a bottle of wine and she has a playlist of their favorite songs playing and he almost cries immediately and she’s sitting there trying to hold her own tears back

And she just says “Welcome home, my love” and he smiles at her and that at the same time they hurry toward each other and meet in the middle and they just hug for a really long time

Like one of those massive tight hugs where they’re swaying their bodies and they’re probably both tearing up and confessing how much they love and missed each other

Keep in mind tours bring out some anxiety for them for a good while because of that time Jimin kinda sorta broke up with Dear while he was on tour

Therefore, when they get reunited, it’s emotional

Probably the one couple that doesn’t have sex super soon after he arrives

Instead they do their favorite pastime- drink wine and slow dance around the apartment

He talks about tour and she listens to every word in awe

She talks about what she’s been up to and he acts as though it’s just as exciting as his tour stories because to him it actually is

They’ve both already heard all of the stories but they’re retelling them because why not

He says something like “As much as I love tour and seeing ARMY, being here with you is the best feeling in the world”

And she’s like ok well I’m madly fucking in love with this guys and she just kisses him so goddamn passionately and then they finally get it in

Taehyung:

Look, Peaches had a plan

She was going to greet him at the door with a lingerie set on and they were going to fuck on every surface of the apartment

But his flight landed a little early and quite frankly she lost track of time anyway

She was probably cleaning and got distracted by an old photo album or some shit- you know how that goes- and all of a sudden her front door opens and she’s like “oh fuck” and looks at the lingerie set sitting on the bed like well shit because she’s just sitting on the floor of her bedroom wearing an old t-shirt from high school and sweatpants

She calls out for him and he follows her voice and as soon as he sees her he’s just overwhelmed with emotion because PEACHES

He strides across the room as soon as she stands to greet him, he wraps his arm around her waist and kisses her so deeply and passionately that she nearly loses her balance

Pulling away to look at her, his gaze is intense as he observes her features, taking in every detail because fuck he missed her

And she’s just like “Do you know how much I missed you, Dearest?” and that has him smiling as he throws her onto the bed

And that’s when he notices the lingerie and he’s like “oh?” and she apologizes for losing track of time

And that’s when Tae finally smiles so fucking big and chuckles boyishly and her heart melts because goddammit she hasn’t seen that boxy smile or heard that adorable laugh in person in SO LONG and she pulls him into a kiss

She promises she’ll put the lingerie on for round two and Tae is giggling as he starts taking her lounge clothes off

Because as much as he appreciates the effort and though of the lingerie, he’s just so fucking in love with Peaches and he missed her even more than he realized

Jungkook:

The man gets his damn romance movie kiss ok? ok.

They have no chill

He texts her to let her know he just pulled up and she runs outside to greet him

As soon as he’s out of the car she’s running at him and he catches her and lifts her and kisses her deeply with her legs wrapped around his waist

Probably sets her on the hood of the car and continues kissing her for a moment

When they finally decide like hey we should go inside and stop making out in front of anyone and everyone, she insists on helping carry his bags and he’s whining about how he doesn’t need help and she’s waving him off

As soon as they’re inside, he has her pinned against the back of the door

“You’re such a brat, I told you I could handle the bags”

And she rolls her eyes and he kisses her deeply

And just as it’s getting heavy, she whispers, “I’m so happy you’re home, baby, I missed you more than I thought was even possible”

Well shit, now Guk is S O F T and he’s pressing his forehead against hers and tears form in his eyes

They just stay like that for a moment, taking in the feeling of being together again after so long

Jungkook probably decides in that moment that he’s going to marry this woman some day because anyone who makes him feel so welcomed and loved and appreciated and comforted and happy when he gets home from tour has got to be worth spending the rest of his life with

What probably was going to be rough sex turns into the most romantic passionate sex they’ve ever fucking had

Afterwards Holly’s like “fuck, you should go on tour more often”

and Kookie is giggling like “yeah? well too bad, good luck getting rid of me ever again”

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lunaekalenda · 4 years ago

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Heya An 💕🥺 I hope when you see this you are doing good!! First of all congrats and I checked out your event (which is so creative btw and I love it) and here is my request! (I hope it’s not complicated omg-)

💖, ❓, can it be in the aot world? Like she joined the survey crops and she is really skilled, smart and really tough and that caught Levi’s attention and he has a crush on her :,). After a mission battle she almost risked her life but Levi saved her. It got her by surprise and she tells levi why did u save me out of all ppl and Levi decided to confess his feelings first time to the person he loves and he gets all nervous and shy. (Like he just says randomly “will you be my girl?”) and hes all blushed up. And the girl is all surprised but accepts it and she brags abt it to all her friends that Levi is her man and he lowkey is rlly happy abt that 🥺 (fluff scenes of him holding her hand and all that to FINALLY show off he has a girl and he’s so cute and happy abt it 😭). Thank you and have a great day ✨

ofc!! i hope you like it <3 and thanks for participating! <3

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romance + strangers + canonverse feat. Levi Ackerman

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“Nice one!” Hange says approaching you. You land on the floor and smile to them. They look to the tall tree you just escalated in a very short time.

“I wanted to try a trick that Rico taught me.” you say. Hange nods, excited.

“The one with the little tumble to turn faster and begin the descent with propulsion?” you nod.

“Yes! It’s pretty useful.” you say. You’ve been friends with Hange for a while now, but you spend most of the time with the cadets of your promotion, specially with Eren.

You have just joined the corps this promotion, training with Eren, that’s what made you two so close. You’re also friend of Mikasa and Armin.

“Hange.” Levi calls them. He’s walking towards you two, loosening his shirt collar with a bony hand. “Erwin is calling us.” He looks at you, as if he had just noticed in your presence. He knows you, he recognizes your face though you two never talked. You made the salute to Levi, after all, he’s your superior. He nods quietly.

He of course knows you. You’re that one that uses the ODMS as if you were executing a ice skating routine, so graceful and pretty. Hange waves a hand towards you. Levi walks fast in front of them.

“You’re too obvious.” they say. Levi grumps.

“Shut up.”

Erwin called them to let them know there’s a mission the next day. One of the squads that went for a recognition a week ago has not arrived yet, and they want to search them. And to know if all of them are alive. Hange says they can call their squad, where you are listed. Levi nods, knowing he has to call his new Special OPs Squad. You talk to Eren to ask him if his squad also goes on the mission when Hange tells you you have to be prepared to fight tomorrow. Eren nods.

“Yes. Captain Levi told us earlier. So, I guess we have to go for that...” he says. You nod and say bye to him after you two end having dinner. You enter your bed and prepare yourself for sleeping, trying to recover energy for tomorrow’s mission.

It is too early in the morning to be talking about titans, but Erwin is giving his discourse before you all leave. You listen to him, trying to avoid unintentional yawns. Once he has assigned every squad to each part of the army, you start to walk. Casually, Eren’s squad is next to yours, on your left. He smiles at you. Behind him, Levi Ackerman looks as awesome as usual, up in his black horse.

The way is silent in your group and kinda uncomfortable. Some soldiers are crying and some others are screaming that they want to go back home. You try to not listen to them. You also want to go home.

No, you don’t. You’re here because you want to help humanity. If stay away from home and risk your life will help your family to live in better conditions, with no more fear, you’ll risk it every day.

A red light is seen, and you know what that means.

“Titans!” Hange says. “I wonder what amazing ones will we find today...” Once you’re near enough to them, you take your blades and swing between the trees.

Levi saw you do that hundreds of times, but seeing your body elevate quietly, all the grace in every movement, from your side is another story. His grey eyes follow you, as if the battlefield was now a stage and this was a kinda strange ballet, in which you were the main dancer, and he only one of the public.

He looks around, blushed. He has to center himself in the battle. Giving a couple orders to his squad, he easily finds an enormous titan. He goes all way up a tree, searching its weak point. You do the same a couple trees to his left, fighting. There’s a weird titan between the two of you, and Levi cannot predice its movements. He seems to be interested in you, but at the same time, he looks at Levi, as if he was about to attack him.

Unfortunately, you were it’s prey.

The titan runs towards you, his mouth open and his hands ready to catch you. You didn’t see him coming, you were too centered on the one you were attacking. The titan caught you off guard, taking one of the strings of your ODMS, making you scream. Levi hears that.

“Y/N!” He goes as fast as he cans near the titan, seeing your blades moving fast towards the enormous hand that was about to cage you. He kills the titan you were trying to kill, the one that had his mouth ready to eat you from his colleague’s hands. Then, he turns over himself, attacking the other one’s neck, the one that is squeezing your body so hard that you’re even screaming of pain. He never saw you screaming of pain. Never.

That’s when he realized how you’re suffering. You feel how the hand around you loses all strength and you fall. You fall because your body feels weakened. Levi catches your body in its way to the floor. You feel his warm body surrounding yours, his calm breath and his voice it’s the last thing your senses catch before you pass out.

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The first thing you feel when you wake up is a fluffy bed under you, followed by a softly touch on your leg. You open your eyes quietly, trying to adapt to the light of the room. Levi is there. You blush.

“Captain Levi?” you ask in a whisper. He looks at you.

“Y/N, you’re awake.” he says. He offers you a glass of water. You thank him and drink slowly.

”What happened?” you ask. You don’t remember exactly how you ended there, but you were surprised to find Levi by your side.

“You got squeezed by a titan three days ago.” he says, looking at the marks in your legs. “I came here with you as fast as I could and took care of you.” he says. His hand feels soft and hot against your skin.

“You? You took care of me?” You ask. He nods.

“For all the days you’ve been here, in this bed, with your eyes closed.” he says, his voice going down and his gaze showing what he feels: tiredness.

“Have you been sleeping here, Captain.?” you ask. He nods.

“In this chair.” adds. You take air heavily, but it makes your ribs hurt. He looks at you concerned.

“I’m ok, I’m ok.” you say. “But you should get some sleep.”

“No.” he says.

“Why?” your tone is concerned now. He looks at your bed, but never at your eyes.

“You need someone to take care of you.” He simply answers. His hands play with your leg quietly, making sweet caresses on too of the wounds. You look at his hands dancing on your skin. It feels really good... Levi has been taking care of you for days. He saved you and then took care of you. You thought that the one that will be Levi's partner will be so lucky...

“Can I ask you why did you save me?” you ask, out of nowhere. His hands stop its caresses and he looks at you. His grey eyes are fixated on yours, making a quick scan all pver your face. Your plump lips that he dreamed to kiss for a long time, your cute nose, your blushed cheeks and your beautiful eyes.

“Cause I like you, and i was hoping you could be my girl, y/n” he says.

Wow. You weren't expecting that. He said it so directly, as if it was the simplest thing to say. As if it was easy as breathing. You looked at him, but he was serious.

"Be your girl?" you ask. Levi nods.

"I've been watching you. How strong, beautiful and powerful you are. All those things make my mind a mess, full of you. Your voice. Your body. Everything about you is invasive in my head." he says.

You were totally speechless, analyzing every movement he makes. How his adam's apple goes up and down nervously, how he plays with his hands. You find it kinda cute, how a captain of the Survey Corps is nervous to tell the girl he likes his feelings. After all, Levi took care of you. You felt an attachment, a bond that pulled you closer to him as magnets. You smiled.

"We'll give it a try." you say. He looks at you again, blushed. You smile. His hand searches yours quietly, and you let his fingers tangle with yours. He smiles.

"Y/N, I prom..."

"HOW'S MY FAVORITE GIRL EVER DOING?" Hange asks, entering the room. They didn't pay attention to your tangles hands. A shy Eren and a concerned Historia are behind them. "Oh, you look less like a zombie." they says. "I'm sure that Captain Levi has been taking care of you really well, if you know what I mean." they winks. Levi clicks his tongue, but he keeps your hand caged in his. That makes your stomach be full of butterflies.

"I saw you were in danger, who helped you?" since Historia wasn't called to that mission, she didn't knew what happened. Rumors are fast but, the 99% of the times, false.

"Yeah. Fortunately..." you look at Levi. How his eyes shined when he told you he wanted you to be his girl. "... fortunately my man was there for me." you smile and Levi almost choke on his saliva, but his acting skills were really worked. Historia smiled and Eren blushed.

"Oh Goddess, you two are now a couple?" she asks. You nod, smiling, and Levi blushes after being caught looking at you.

"Why did the little brat blush?" Levi asks. Eren coughs.

"It's just that is weird... My bestie and my Captain..." he says. You blush as well.

"It isn't!" Historia goes on your defense. "It's really beautiful. How the two of them..."

"... are wishing to be alone and we're here. Guys, head to the dorms, our girl is being treated." Hange says. Levi raises a brow and you let out a little laugh.

"Your jokes are pitiful." he says. They close the door behind them and Levi sighs. You smile at him.

"Then... About what treatment was Hange talking?"

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wonniesmile · 4 years ago

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❥ playground! (ep. 2)

⤷ ellie’s moments in playground episode 2! (ft. txt <3)

⤷ bulletpoint format!

⤷ after a long wait, episode 2 is finally out! don’t forget to leave suggestions for new fics!!!

“HOW THE HECK DID YOU BEAT ME AGAIN.”

huening and ellie were once again playing on the nintendo, waiting on the others to finish getting ready for the next shoot.

“ellie please. please let me win. just this once...for my dignity.”

the boy gets on the floor and starts bowing.

ellie starts freaking out, obvi.

“NO PLEASE DON’T BOW!”

she’s in a very frantic state at this very moment, no clue why...but, i mean it’s ellie...right?

“what’re you guys playing?”, “oh- um- mario k-”

ellie looks up from her position, DUN DUN DUN.

that was like...really cringe, i’m so sorry.

it was none other than the choi beomgyu. standing. right. in. front. of. her.

“oh- oh my god- uh- h- he- hello!” she musters up a greeting and quickly bows.

“you don’t need to bow ellie! we’re friends!”

oh no, this poor girl’s heart.

if she dies from an early heart attack, it was bcs of choi beomgyu, just giving everyone a heads up! /j

anyways, her face was like BEET red.

from across the room, her members were watching her every move.

sunoo was laughing at how serious the rest of them were.

“can you guys like...idk...calm down? she’s literally fine.”

“i know, but...” (jake)

“but what?” (sunoo)

“oh you know...” (jungwon)

“can ya’ll finish the damn sentence?” (sunoo and jay)

“it’s nothing...” (sunghoon)

“jesus christ, you guys are insane.” (sunoo)

“five minutes!”

ellie’s head shoots up.

“darn it, i almost beat you.”

“not even close huening, ellie is the master.”

her cheeks, once again, burn up.

before she could thank beomgyu, ellie is pulled away by jungwon.

“what the heck wonie?”

“it’s time to go.”

she’s obviously very confused? what was getting into him?

choosing to ignore his attitude, ellie obliges and lets the boy drag her into the studio.

he spoke no words...very odd.

ellie started overthinking...did she do something subconsciously???

“places please!” she massages her temples and goes backstage to wait for her group’s cue.

the episode started with each group dancing on stage.

their instructions were to “have fun!”

she gave it her ALL, messing around...and even getting into a dance battle with riki.

she found it absolutely hilarious, but unfortunately, her face dropped at the sight of jungwon.

obviously, something was bothering him, but she didn’t have the courage to ask...at least not now when everyone seemed to be having fun.

jungwon was not one to show his emotions outwardly, so to a normal person, he seemed like his usual self.

but, ellie knows better, she can read jungwon like the back of her hand...something was up.

she made a mental note to herself to ask him if he was ok after the shoot.

the first game was an absolute BLAST.

they were competing to see which team they would have to play on.

since there was an odd number of people, ellie didn’t have to compete against anyone. instead, she got to choose which team she wanted to be on.

(she secretly enjoyed it)

she looked at the two teams in front of her.

her original plan was to go into the yellow team so both teams would have an equal amount of enhypen members, but she felt iffy about doing so because of jungwon...

she could possibly be overthinking things, but she didn’t want to take any risks.

making eye contact with him one last time, she looks over at the red team and points finger guns at them.

“yay ellie!” beomgyu seemed way more enthusiastic than everyone else.

of course, ellie’s heart rate quickens at the weird observation.

the team name choosing was absolutely wonderful.

beomgyu came up with ‘brave dummies’ and for some reason everyone went with it, not that ellie was complaining because it was REALLY funny.

this episode required a lot more physical activity than the last one, which she had no problem with.

she led her team to victory during the first game with the tubes and ping pong ball.

got picked up by beomgyu hai!

wait wait wait...let me set the scene for you guys because...it was something else.

after winning the race, the 7 teammates all did a group hug, ellie being shoved into the middle while the rest ferociously chanted “ellie! ellie! ellie!”

kinda scary...looked like a cult from the outside lol.

she was so confused.

all of a sudden, a figure picks her up from behind and starts cheering very loudly.

she looked absolutely terrified because she had no. clue. what. was. going. on.

and when this poor girl turns her head back to look at the person carrying her, all bodily organs in her shut down.

her eyes went blurry and suddenly she couldn’t see, her kidneys failed, her limbs detached from her body...it was insane.

jay and sunoo, being the teasers they were, laughed at the look of the flustered girl.

it was...so much.

when beomgyu put her down, she felt her life flash before her eyes.

she still couldn’t believe what just happened, placing a hand on her forehead to see if she was sick??? for some reason.

she literally could NOT think straight after that.

the rest of the episode felt like a blur.

during the flag game, she failed oh so miserably...

“you ok?” jay teasingly asks her.

“leave me alone.” *cue her side eye*

“hehe.” (jay)

she felt so bad for doing so badly during the game, she kept apologizing :’).

“ellie! its ok! none of us did good :)” thank god for yeonjun.

she had to lay her head down onto ni-ki’s shoulders because she felt so defeated.

ni-ki responded by hugging her by the waist.

“don’t worry, i did horrible too.”

she hummed and pouted.

the screaming from the others made her feel a lot better.

“there’s that smile!” sunoo squeezes her cheeks.

the other team won, obviously.

she examined jungwon, he seemed like he was doing a lot better, seeing him enjoy himself was all the reassurance ellie needed.

oh good god...the next game...hahahaha.

it was...hai!

they had a piece of paper in which they had to fit all their teammates on, it was...intense.

she tried standing in the middle of jake and ni-ki, but was pulled by kim sunoo to stand in between him and beomgyu.

she froze up, god...can’t you just act normally ellie? (this was to herself btw ;) )

she tried not to think about the close proximity between her and beomgyu, instead giving her all into the game.

“ellie, it’s alright, step on my foot.” yeonjun tells her.

“are you sure?”

“yes of course.”

she cautiously steps on his foot, making sure not to put too much weight into it.

they got past a good amount of rounds, the last one is where they REALLY struggled.

“i have an idea!”

ellie announces while clapping her hands.

“i think if we put our feet in this pattern...”

she shows what she means by using her own feet as an example.

“it would save space...we can hold onto each other for balance like all the other rounds and our other foot can come up. the foot on the ground will serve as a stabilizer.”

“that’s SUCH a smart idea!” yeonjun smiles at her.

“thanks!”

jake couldn’t resist it...it came as an automatic reflex. he moves his hand around to squeeze her cheeks.

“miss smarty pants saves us yet again!” (jake)

she glares at him and hits his arm.

(there was a slight smile on her face though)

with ellie’s strategy, their team wins yet again!!!

they huddled into a group hug while the other team groaned in defeat.

“ellie should’ve joined our team!” soobin yells.

she giggles.

the final game was a big round of yut nori, which ellie still had NO CLUE how to play.

“do you know how to play?” beomgyu asks her.

“not really?”

“no worries, leave it to us!”

ellie blushes...yk...the usual.

ellie didn’t do much through out the game, following whatever the others told her to do.

by the end of it, you’d think she’d know how to play, right? wrong!

she still, to this day, doesn’t know how to play yut nori :))).

she was sad as the shooting ended, knowing that they probably won’t be able to shoot together with txt for a LONG while.

it was so very fun getting to hang out with her seniors, though beomgyu was a bit too much.

after they said their goodbyes on camera, it was time to say goodbye off camera.

soobin suggested that they make a gc together, to which everyone happily agreed to!

beomgyu asked ellie for her number, which she shouldn’t have though much about considering he was the one making the groupchat for them, but a girl can dream right?

after hugging everyone goodbye, her group moved back into their dressing room.

“i’m exhausted.” sunghoon mentions.

ellie’s eyes did feel heavy.

the 8 of them have been shooting all day and they could all probably agree that what they needed now was a nice long nap.

she moved over to where sunghoon was laying down and tapped the boy to ask him to scoot over so she could lay down as well.

the girl cuddled into sunghoons warmth.

“sooo, you and beomgyu, huh.”

“why? are you jealous?”

“maybe...but you know who is Very jealous right now? and who you should probably talk to bcs he’s definitely upset?”

her eyes widen, finally realizing.

“oh my god, i gotta go.”

she climbs out of sunghoon’s embrace.

“i was comfortable ellie!”

“yeah yeah!”

she runs out the dressing room, frantically searching for jungwon.

she accidentally bumps into beomgyu.

“woah there, where are you going???”

“i’m so sorry! uh- i have to go talk to jungwon about something, i can’t really stay for long...”

beomgyu nods his head and motions for her to go.

she finally finds jungwon at a vending machine, grabbing two drinks.

“yang!”

she finally reaches him and drops her body down to catch her breath.

“i’m so sorry.”

“about what?”

“sunghoon said you were upset with me about something...and i wan- (deep breath) i wanted you to know that no one will ever replace you or any (deep breath) any of the other members (deep breath).”

jungwon stays silent for a bit before chuckling at the sight of the girl’s state.

“oh ellie...” he gently makes her look up by her chin, “don’t worry about it, i knew you would never do that...i just got jealous seeing you blush at beomgyu so much...”

the last part was barely audible, but ellie understood.

she giggles, “i didn’t know mr. yang was the jealous type!”

he glares at her, “whatever.”

she smiles and hugs him by the neck.

“let’s go back, we’re heading home soon.”

ellie pulls jungwon by the hands.

“wait,” he fishes for the two drinks still left in the vending machine, “this is for you.”

it was strawberry milk, her favorite.

“thank you, kind sir.”

the two walked back hand in hand.

“is wonie feeling better~” heeseung teased.

jungwon mocks his face.

“time to head back!” their manager calls out.

“god i cannot wait to sleep.” ellie groans.

“ellie~ can i sleep next to you tonight?” ni-ki pleads with his eyes.

“why not sunoo?”

“he wanted to switch it up today, apparently.” sunoo clings his arms with ellie’s.

“i mean of course you can riki, just promise me you’ll actually sleep and not watch videos all night.” ellie stares at him.

“promise.”

she smiles and hooks her free arm around his.

“now...let’s go home.”

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perfidy;tom holland|19

chapter 19: the script II

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: Valerie and Robbie. Tom and y/n.

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: angst, a lot of swearing, the script, tom gets drunk again, poorly written script :) IF FOR SOME REASON THE PICTURES DON’T WORK PLEASE TELL ME!)

word count: 8.2k

playlist(1: with song names) (there are many songs from here featured on this playlist, btw the 70′s songs I meant is ‘Yes, Sir, I can Boogie’.

playlist 2 (Spotify link)

Playlist: perf1Dy (one direction+solo songs)

social media before you read :

tweets, texts and instagram: with harry and y/n hanging out.

previous chapter next chapter series masterlist wanna be tagged?

So, this chapter is super different! You’ll be able to read part of the script! So I added some pictures to give in with the aesthetic (that’s the script) you know? So, tell me what you think! Reblogs are more than welcome!

She’d choose him. She would choose him. Even if right now Tom was the love of her life, or whatever she meant by that. She would choose Robbie—Harry. Harry. Because even if she believed that Tom—or Timmy? Was the one. She’d rather it be Harry.

Tom guessed that what had bothered him the most was what he had most feared for, what he had been sure for his entire life. Harry and y/n were supposed to be together. And y/n believed that, too.

And she had once been in love with him. Because the script was a love story, indeed, about Valerie, an aspiring dancer, imagine Flashdance, Dirty Dancing, Footloose, and Fame combined, somehow. 80’s classics, y/n’s favorites. Valerie, still listening to 60’s music, paired up with her childhood enemy, William, already a dancer, and along the way, she met Teddy, the poet. And Robbie, her whole life best friend and number one fan, a guitarist, playing in his local band. Of course, Valerie, tired of Will giving her obstacles, in life, in her dancing career, decides she’ll break his heart. After one steamy night, everything is changed. So yes, of course it was a love story. But not between Will and Valerie.

It was the story of her love for dancing, and how she’d do everything to get her, even taking Will down, and a story of a love that should’ve been, and how it kept pulling them backwards. Either their friends, the situation, misunderstandings, their feelings or lack of. But timing. Usually timing.

That scene wasn’t even the worst thing he’d read. Problem was, he knew he was probably not the only one who knew it. Tim knew it, and maybe that’s why Tim had been smart enough to set Harry up with Emma. But Timmy wasn’t that wicked right—?

But y/n had once loved Harry, before Rome. And it made sense, Tom remembered it. He perfectly remembered it. How y/n and Harry had been hanging out more because she’d be leaving. How even Sam had told Tom.

“Think they might finally date?” Sam had asked Tom.

Tom had felt just a little heartbroken, but he had to admit they had been even—closer, and not closer as they were before. Sure, they’d always be together and they’d hug and even cuddle, but they’d seen it. They’d changed, a bit. How they’d go out alone, and they’d be giggling more. How y/n would look at Harry and smile, Sam had sworn he’d even seen her blush once.

She’d written about it, how they’d almost kissed. And how Valerie had told nobody. Neither had Robbie.

And somehow that made Tom feel broken-hearted and guilty and stupid and then—because it all made sense. He’d taken that from his brother. How did he not know?

Because it made sense. Y/N had had feelings for someone who treated her like she was the only girl in the world. It made sense.

But of course, then came Rome. Or… London, yes. That’s what she changed it for. As if London alone didn’t have any part of their story. But before London, and after London. How y/n had completely shut out her feelings for Harry. She only mentioned it. How Valerie and William had once found each other again, in London. And how she’d forgotten every feeling towards Robbie, the instant she’d seen William.

But even after everything, Y/N believed Harry was crafted for her. Or not crafted… but, she did say it, how she didn’t understand why she couldn’t love the one. And Harry was it. Not even Timmy, or not even Tom. How y/n had caged up and boxed her feelings for Harry because she’d hate to ruin a perfect friendship, but did she even love him back? Had she hidden her feelings all this time?

If he thought about it, it made sense. But it didn’t. But it was a script, right?

And Tom wouldn’t have believed it, everyone based their own works on their own life, or outs a little bit of them. But, this was y/n’s story. And this was a story of how, tired of not being loved back or tired of not loving the right person, she breaks someone’s heart.

But maybe it was fiction..

But then he had looked around her room, and he’d seen two boxes, Tim and Tom. Tom was biggers and older, and after being hit with that bomb he might have wanted to open his box, search for more answers, but he had already sneaked in and found something he didn’t want to know, he had decided not to open the box. But then he searched for a third box, Harry’s. He knew that if there was a box it had to mean something. And there wasn’t a box. But there was—her whole room. Things which she didn’t have to hide.

Polaroids, movie tickets, concert tickets, everything that screamed Harry. Their projects, their memories. Presents, parties. Her entire room was her and Harry, and she didn’t have to box it. She didn’t have to—hide it, because she didn’t look at Harry and was sad or pissed. Harry was her happy place.

And then Tom’s box was ripped and old, and even dusty. Tim’s seemed recent. Which only confirmed it, she had to box it because she didn’t want to see it. And she didn’t have to box Harry. Harry didn’t hurt.

And Tom couldn’t stop thinking about that. And it felt weird. Had it always been Harry? And did he have to tell him?

Because maybe y/n always thought about it, and she kept hanging out with him. But did it hurt her? That she never had the chance? That’s when it all started, didn’t it? Because it started with that, with Robbie being in love with someone else for the first time. Her, feeling like she’d lost her chance.

Right after she’d broken up with Tim, first she was heartbroken, sure she’d seen her. But Tom had… seen her with Harry, more and more. Which was different when Rome happened, when she shut everyone out.

But then Harry was serious with Emma. And y/n had said it: They shouldn’t get married.

Maybe that’s when she finally let him go, and that’s when Tom had stepped in. When Harry had declared he would get down on one knee. It made sense, y/n knowing she’d lost her chance for chasing someone who wasn’t meant to be, because she was too scared. Tom couldn’t get it.

But she didn’t have a box. And she’d run out of time, because she’d shut him out. These two months, she’d ignored Harry. Was she getting over him? And Tom maybe understood why she had said no to Timmy, not because of Tom, it was because of Harry. Because she didn’t look for Tom when she broke up with Timmy, no she looked for Harry, and she had avoided Tom, until that bet came. Until she said she’d make Tom fall in love with her, and she didn’t love him anymore.

But she… had said it? That she was in love with him. But was she? Tom had broken her so many times that he didn’t blame her, he didn’t blame her if she wasn’t in love with him.

Tom’s thoughts made no sense. And it had been rough. But he missed her, he really missed her. And he really wanted to get over this. He wished he hadn’t read it.

And he could believe it now, that she probably wasn’t going to hurt him, not in the way he’d expected. But in the worst way, the perfect perfidy. A perfect perfidy.

Make him and herself believe that it was Tom. Not Harry.

Because it probably had never been Tom.

Tom hadn’t slept, he hadn’t eaten and he hadn’t talked to his brother. He had seen her hanging out with Harry. And the smile she gave to Harry’s camera could only confirm it to Tom.

He’d even seen Emma’s stories, y/n had been with her once. ‘Maid of honor and bridesmaids and Timmy’. But she didn’t look happy. Only with Harry. But Timmy knew.

Timmy knew.

What if. Maybe that’s all Harry was. Her thoughts wondering what would’ve happened if she’d fallen in love with Harry instead, not Tom. But it was Harry.

It had always been Harry. Or she had wanted it to be Harry.

Tom didn’t get it. Tom didn’t get his own thoughts and maybe he hadn’t read what he was supposed to read. Although he had. He tried to convince himself that she loved him. Especially with what she’d said. “I always end up choosing you.” Because she did, she hated herself as much as Tom had hated her because she chose him, not Harry.

But that didn’t mean that she chose him because she wanted to. It was… complicated. But he wanted her to lie to him, somehow Tom wanted to keep believing her, that she’d always loved him.

And maybe that’s why he had somehow cheered up when she’d showed up again. She looked tired, dark circles around her eyes, and she looked weak. Tom was doing what he’d done the past few days, play video games.

She had stayed at the door frame, quietly. Tom glanced at her once and then continued playing. Sure, he’d missed her but he was still hurt.

Y/N quietly walked in and sat on the other side of the big couch as Tom kept his glanze glued to the TV.

He felt her staring and paused the game. “May I help you?” He asked harshly.

“Can we talk?” She asked.

“No, I’m playing,” he said and resumed his game.

Y/N crossed her arms, and rested her head on the couch. “Okay, I’ll wait.”

Tom frowned. “Prepare to be there all day, then.”

She shrugged. “I’ve got years of training, I’ll annoy you until you stop playing.”

He blinked and glanced at her. “What?”

“We were enemies first, remember? I know how to poke your guts, so I’ll just annoy you until you pay attention to me,” she stated. “I’m not leaving until we talk.”

Tom clenched his jaw. “Why?”

“We’re in a relationship, Tom, I’m not giving up on you only because you deal with your emotions like a two year old,” she pointed out.

He rolled his eyes but kept playing. She initially didn’t do anything, she was just scrolling on her phone. Tom did glance at her every now and then. Subconsciously both of them were scooting closer each time, until y/n was eventually resting her head against Tom’s shoulder. It felt weird, as if both of them only for a bit wanted to pause their thoughts, pause their sorrow and just be there for the other.

He missed her too much, no matter how angry and broken-hearted he had been, he couldn’t help but rest his own head against hers. But he knew they couldn’t get out of this one, not him. And he really didn’t want to ask about it because he knew he wouldn’t like the answer.

Because he knew that she’d been hurt and he was a monster. Tom was a monster. She’d done that to her. And he knew that she hadn’t even written how it had really been. Not her real heartbreak. Tom wondered if she’d really gone to the doctor, and if the doctor’s diagnosis had really been a heartbreak.

But Tom wondered a lot of things. If she loved him, if she didn’t. If what was written on paper was the truth. Because she believed he was a monster. Because Valerie was doing everything so she could dance, but was y/n doing everything so she could write?

She hadn’t really annoyed him, not really. Not like when they were kids and she’d scream to him, pinch him, yell, or whatever she could to either bother him, or make him give her the controller. No, she was quiet, and she was only texting, synchronizing her breathing to his. She was only texting Harry, and she wasn’t even telling him about Tom, it was just them being silly.

And Tom had to remember again, he was angry. Tom paused the game.

Y/N quickly looked up. “Finally, can we talk now?”

Tom only stood up, her head fell down to the couch, she frowned watching him storm off the room..

“Tom,” she called out as she followed him to the kitchen.

Tom ignored her as he opened the fridge. He wasn’t hungry, he hadn’t been for the past few days, but he kept staring inside. Y/N only hugged him from behind, he tried to shoulder her off, but she didn’t let him go.

“Tom, can we talk?” She mumbled into his back as she placed a kiss below his neck..

“No.” He closed the fridge door.

“Tom,” she whined as she let him go. “You’ve been ignoring me for the last few days, you yelled at me the day I came andI have no fucking clue why you’re angry or upset or whatever, I need to know.”

“Have you been eating these days?” Tom asked.

She blinked. “Tom can you please tell me something? What did I do wrong?” She pushed.

He paced around the kitchen. “Hm, are you hungry?”

“Tom, did I do something wrong?” She insisted. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. I miss you, okay? I love you and I… I’m maybe clingy or needy but fuck, I miss you and I fucking hate going to bed alone, and it’s only been a few days but I… Please, don’t take this away from me. Why are you ignoring me? Why are you upset?”

“I…” He finally turned to her. “I think I’m gonna order a pizza.” He said to himself as he took out his phone.

“Thomas, what the fuck,” she snapped.

“Cheese pizza, right?” He asked as he turned back to the call.

She rolled her eyes, as she leaned against the wall watching him as he finished the call.

“Tom, can you stop ignoring me?” She insisted as she walked back to him, she cupped his face. “Please?”

He looked down at her lips.

“Tom?”

He pushed her to the wall, he brushed his lips against hers, as her breathing got heavy, she tried to connect their lips together but Tom pulled away, left her and then made his way to his leaving room. Frustrated, y/n followed after him.

He didn’t want to hurt her, not really. But he knew that by ignoring her, she was frustrated. He’d learned that over the years, y/n hated being ignored. Besides he really didn’t want to talk to her, so this was a win-win situation.

“Tom,” she sat beside him, and Tom walked away to the single couch. “Tom, what the fuck, can you at least tell me why you’re mad?”

He looked up at her, as he finally could turn on his speakers, he played a very particular song. “Valerie.” Amy Winehouse. He turned the volume up as he sang along, loudly.

Y/N only sat there, confused, watching him.

“Tom this is very immature,” she pointed out.

He only kept singing, looking at her every time he sang Valerie. She picked up a cushion and threw it at his face, he laughed cynically but rolled his eyes, throwing it back at her.

“I’m not playing, Tom.”

“Good, I’m not either,” he smirked. “Valerie,” he dragged an awful note.

“This would be so fucking easier if you weren’t a stupid kid, still,” she had said.

She stayed quiet for a while as Tom kept playing louder music.

Harrison had come down, “man can you please--turn the volume down?” He complained and then saw y/n. “Oh, hi, y/n. Didn’t know you were here.”

“Hi,” she said, bored and tired of trying to get Tom to talk.

Tom frowned. “Wait didn’t you open the door for her?”

“I borrowed a key from Harry,” she admitted.

Tom clenched his jaw and stormed off the room.

Haz rolled his eyes, watching as y/n turned off the speakers. She paced around the living room.

“Still ignoring you?” Haz asked.

“Yep,” she clenched her jaw. “Haz,” she sighed. “I really…I want to give up,” she shrugged.

Haz bit his lip. “It’s complicated.”

“You do know why he’s acting that way, right?” Y/N wondered.

Haz sighed. “I… It’s none of my business, really. Just talk to him.”

“Is it because of Tim?” She asked him. “Because...He was in my room, and I dunno, maybe he saw I still have… Some of Timmy’s belongings but I’ve been-”

“Y/N, I really don’t know.”

“I don’t know, I’m not the only one he’s ignoring, apparently he’s ignoring Harry, too,” she commented. “It’d be easier if he fucking talked to me, so tell him that I won’t try anymore.”

Haz watched her with pity. She left.

Tom didn’t even reach out to her again, and she had ceased her texting, her calling. Harry had reached out to him, though. Once, asking him not to make a scene with y/n at his engagement, asking him to hold their fight until the party was over.

Emma and Harry’s long awaited engagement party had come and even though Tom Wasn't sure if he was invited after days—almost weeks of ignoring his brother, he had showed up, clean and handsome. He really didn’t want to be there. A dinner, that’s what Emma’s parents had come up with. Elegant. Simple. At their garden, beautifully decorated now, with lightbulbs hanging around.

Emma’s hands didn’t leave Harry’s, and he was sure he’d never seen his brother as bright. Maybe he had. Even happier, with his eyes shining more. But Tom didn’t have to do anything. Instead he was pacing around with a beer in his hand, avoiding any kind of conversation.

He’d seen Tim, pacing around, too. He’d stayed close to Emma. Tim had been observant, and he probably had noticed Tom had walked in, not alone, but with someone by his side. That someone wasn’t y/n.

Tom cursed his decision making process and hated himself for inviting Madison. Although, Madison probably didn’t think much of it, as long as Madison knew, Tom was still dating y/n.

Everyone still thought that. And technically, he… still was. He hadn’t given her any explanation. He had given no one an explanation.

“Where’s y/n?” Nikki asked as soon as she saw Tom fidgeting near the bar. Or the excuse of a bar with only a table where a guy was serving drinks.

Tom ordered a glass of whiskey to the bartender, and shrugged. “Uh—Not here yet.”

“Why didn’t you pick her up?” Nikki asked.

Tom sipped of his drink. “Mum, she has a car.”

Nikki frowned. “And?”

“She had some things to do,” Tom added. “Uh—“

“Are you guys okay?”

Tom didn’t have the guts to tell anything to her mother. How could she tell her? What would she tell her?

“Mum, perfectly,” he lied.

“And Madison?” Nikki pushed.

“She’s just a friend,” Tom Insisted. “Really, nothing to worry about.”

Nikki watched him, she wasn’t buying it. “And What about y/n?”

“My girlfriend? I love her, with all my heart, don’t worry, she just had to pick some stuff up and insisted that I should be here with my brother.”

Nikki gave him a suspicious glance before walking away.

Harrison approached him. “Why did you even invite—what’s her name?”

“Madison,” Tom said.

“To make y/n jealous?” Haz asked. “Like that will solve any of your problems.”

Tom hadn’t thought about that. He really didn’t know why he had invited Madison. He knew y/n didn’t like her, Madison had once technically called y/n a whore for “sleeping with her boss”, and she didn’t like her since. Maybe it was in his nature, y/n had been his enemy for a long time. And it felt like he was paying her off for the script.

But of course now that he saw Madison there, speaking to Sam, and then also to Timothee, he knew he had fucked it up.

“I dunno,” Tom admitted. “Didn’t want to arrive alone, less with Tim here.”

“You could’ve called your actual girlfriend,” Haz pushed. “Although you’re not in speaking terms because you’re fucking avoiding her, that would solve it, and do you think Timmy cares if you walk in with Maddie? If anything you’re basically giving him y/n away.”

“He’s not the one for her anyway,” Tom snaked as he gulped down his whiskey in one single shot.

“That’s utter bullshit,” Haz explained. “I thought you would talk with her.”

“Well, we didn’t, and tonight is most certainly not the day we make up,” Tom gave him a cynical smirk before walking back to the bar, he ordered some gin and tonic, with a lime.

“I’m so fed up with you, ah, great she’s here,” Haz said.

And as he turned around back to see the party, Tom had seen her walk in, a very light sweet yellow flowered dress, elegant, the drapes falling to her knees, a golden necklace around her neck, and her usual red lips. She had wandered in alone first, confused and sad. She looked around the place and her eyes initially landed on Harry and Emma, over by Emma’s parents, a sad smile formed across her lips. But then her sight continued and finally landed on Tom, he looked away and gulped. Y/N kept staring at him before giving up. Eventually, James walked behind her.

They continued her way across the garden, quietly and carefully. She didn’t say hello to anybody, James had stopped to say hello to some friends and family, and she just made her way to the bar, walking right past Tom, brushing his shoulder.

Tom clenched his jaw, as he turned to see her. Haz chuckled, seeing how the tables had turned.

“Y/N, hello,” Haz greeted her, approaching her.

“Hi,” she gave him a quick smile, but then turned to the bartender. “Gin and tonic, please, and if you could add a lime in there, that would be lovely.”

Haz chuckled, “huh, could’ve sworn someone just ordered the same.”

Y/N directed her gaze at Tom, “Ah, great,” she watched him. “Meant to be,” she sassed as she waited for her drink.

“Hi, y/n,” Tom mumbled.

“Oh, so you’re talking to me now, good to know,” she rolled her eyes as the bartender handed her her glass. She walked away. Tom followed after her,he took her hand and stopped her.

She sighed as she turned to him. “May I help you?”

“You look beautiful,” Tom said.

She gave him a sad smile. “Thanks, you look… beautiful too.”

“Yellow flowers?” He asked looking at the dress, as he stepped in closer.

She shrugged and cleared her throat, avoiding his gaze. “Found the dress, it was pretty,” she said. “I—I guess we have to act normal, right? We don’t want our family to know we’re about to break up huh, not after we just made them so happy.”

Tom pursed his lips, ignoring her comment. “I tried to call you earlier,” Tom said. “To pick you up.”

“Yeah, I know, I didn’t want to come,” she admitted. “I’m not exactly fond of this engagement.”

Tom felt it again. He started questioning it, if it was because she didn’t think Emma and Harry were meant to be or if it was because she’d run out of time for her.

“Really?”

“Or maybe I just didn’t want to pretend I was fine in front of your family and mine,” she said.

“You do look sad,” Tom pointed out.

She cackled dryly. “And one might only wonder why.”

Tom took a deep breath, and then gulped. “I—“

“Tom—Oh, hi, y/n!” Madison had come just in time to interrupt. “Y/N, love why are you here?”

Y/N blinked with surprise. “Why—excuse me?” She looked between them. “Why am I—why am I here?”

“Yeah, thought you and Tom had a fight,” Madison said.

“I—really, that’s—that’s what he told you,” she blinked watching between them.

“No—No, I didn’t,” Tom intervened quickly. “No.”

“Well, I happen—I—“ y/n didn’t even know what to say.

“Honestly whenever I had a fight with my boyfriend I wouldn’t show up to the places where he’d be,” Madison insisted, she stank of alcohol, she’d probably had too many glasses.

“Well, I—I am still the maid of honor,” y/n smiled. “Now—if you’ll excuse me—I’ll—“she quickly walked past Tom and flicked his hand away as he tried to stop her.

Tom followed after her, calling for her but she’d arrived with Harry.

“Harry,” Tom gulped. He hadn’t even said hello to him.

“Tom,” Harry looked between them. “Children behave, both of you.”

“Oh, I will behave,” y/n sassed, watching Tom.

Tom scoffed. “Oh, you will now?” He snapped back.

“I’m not the one causing a scene, Thomas,” she hissed.

“And wouldn’t you love that?” He snapped. “That’s all you want.”

Harry rolled his eyes and walked away.

“I’m not the one who fucking brought someone else,” she snapped.

He shrugged. “She’s a friend.”

“Ah, yes sure, and you didn’t bring her to make a statement,” she growled.

“Says yellow flowers,” he snapped.

“I don’t even know why you’re angry at me,” she crossed her arms. “You literally have no right to call me out for a dress--”

“Oh, and it was a coincidence-”

“Dom, hello!” She changed her frown for a smile as she turned to Tom’s father.

“Y/N, you look lovely,” Dom grinned. “Hadn’t seen you around, thought you’d arrive with Tom here.”

“Oh no, no, I just got here, had to do… some stuff,” she grinned. Tom gulped as he awkwardly walked to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Dom smiled. “Ah, great,” he nodded. “So how’s everything going? Have you finished your script?”

Y/N pursed her lips. “Yeah, good, yeah, I um.. I yeah, I finished it, it’s… It’s, yeah.”

“What’s it about?” Dom asked with a smile.

She coughed. “It’s uh, about an aspiring dancer in the 80’s,” she said.

“Really?” Tom frowned. “That’s all it is about?”

Dom frowned watching between them.

“Yeah,” she nodded, as she turned to glare at Tom, mostly confused. “It’s about a dancer, and well, you know, a love story but--.”

Dom nodded. “Ah, I’d love to read it, it’s always a pleasure reading you.”

Tom chuckled. “Yeah, I’d love that too.”

Dom probably felt the tension between the two and decided to walk away.

“I thought we were going to behave,” y/n snaked and Tom shrugged.

“No, I just… really want to know about your script,” he watched her. “You’ve never told me about it.”

She rolled her eyes. “And you won’t get to know,” she said as she started to walk away. “Oh, we’re behaving, right?” She only came back to kiss his cheek before making her way to an empty table.

Timmy walked to the table, and he said hello, y/n initially hesitated but then as she saw Tom watching them, she invited him to sit with her.

It bothered Tom. So he only stayed close to the bar, ordering Tequila, rum, whiskey, whatever the bartender could offer him. Madison had stayed close to him, and he really needed the alcohol to get through this.

He’d seend y/n talk to Emma and Harry, and y/n and Harry had taken some pictures together. He’d seen y/n again, alone with Emma as they stared at the ring, y/n looked sad. She’d talked to Sam, to her brother, to some other friends. Everyone but Tom, she’d been avoiding her. And Tom was angry, everything he’d bottled up for the past days was slowly trying to come out. Mixing that with the alcohol wasn’t a good idea.

And his thoughts had gone back to the dark place. Y/N had only searched for Tom when she was lonely, everytime she broke up with someone, something happened. Or when she was lonely in Rome. Because it wasn’t Tom.

It was Harry, and it was obvious. It’d always been Harry. He’d seen her throw her head back laughing, and the way she’d magically turned happy when Harry was around. Not like when Tom, where she was cautious, no she didn’t have to.

And Tom now not only wanted what she’d had with Timmy, no, he wanted what she had with Harry. But he could never have that. He could fake what she’d had with Tim, but how could he ever have what Harry has with her?

Tom was drinking, more and more, and the dinner came eventually, everyone sitting down, soft music playing in the background. And y/n had sat near with Tom, as he was drinking even more. Everything was blurry now, and the music was only accentuating the drink.

His father gave a speech, Emma’s father gave another one, and Tom found it as an invitation to talk, too.

He didn’t hesitate twice. The song playing in the background was so chaotic, as if it was cueing him to talk. 70’s song, he could tell. He didn’t know the song but it was perfect.

“Hi, everyone, can I—get everyone’s attention I’m so—So happy to be here,” Tom yelled, before burping. Everyone turned to look at him as he stared at Harry and Emma. Harry shot a glare at his brother. “Emma, you look lovely, Harry man, so—proud of you.”

Y/N stood up and tried to pull him down. “Tom, sit down you’re drunk, don’t make a scene,” she whispered.

“Y/N, love,” he looked at her. “What a lovely dress you’re wearing sit down, you’ll—you’ll actually be quite important here.”

She frowned, as she tried to pull him down to sit. “Tom.”

He burped. “So, we are here gathered up to celebrate this guy for getting down on one knee huh? Yes that’s—so bloody amazing,” he chuckled.

“Tom,” her voice was dark.

He turned to her, sloppily kissed her cheek. “I’ll be with you in moment love,” he said shrugging off her hands. “so, okay, it’s—amazing, right? Finding the love of your life and loving them back it’s amazing isn’t it, to find the one, your one and only—soulmates if you all believe in that crap,” He laughed. “How incredible it is that two people find each other.”

“Tom,” this time it was her mother.

“Tom, can you please?”Y/N insisted.

“Y/N—let me be,” he frowned as the room was turning around. He was dizzy, and his movements were very slow. “You know what? ladies and gentleman, actually, here—y/n, her,” he pulled her into a side hug. “Dunno if you know her she’s the maid of honor, beautiful girl, talented.”

“Thomas,” Harry warned.

Harrison approached him. “Tom, come on, sit down.”

“I’m trying to give a speech to my brother, shh,” Tom laughed. “I—look, I would’ve written a speech but we all know I’m not the writer here, no, no I’m not y/n, am I?” he laughed. “She’s a screenplay writer and she’s amazing at what she does you know? Incredible stories and I—I read something of her lately. About how people fall in love, and people--hic-- breaking each other’s hearts.” He managed to say between dizzy and slurred words.

Y/N froze.

“It’s… It’s stupid, if you love someone and they don’t… they don’t love you back, huh? And it’s horrible when you don’t love who you want to love” Tom laughed. “It’s…I’m really glad you found Emma, brother, because the love of your life didn’t love you back, huh? It’s good you settled down.” He had continued between burps and drunken giggles. “Let’s hope Emma actually loves you and isn’t planning to pull a—what’s it called? Perfidy? Right, y/n? Let’s hope Emma actually loves you back and isn’t planning on breaking your heart.”

“Thomas,” Dom had approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The crowd started to mumble. And Harry was telling him to stop. Y/N couldn’t move.

But everyone seemed to be frozen too, as if even if they wanted to stop him they were too invested in this to stop him.

“No, no, it’s true, Harry here had been in love with her, with y/n his whole life and he couldn’t get her and that’s how life is sometimes,” he laughed. “Ah dad, remember you asked about her script? It’s amazing, I read it! she wrote how she actually did love Harry back! We were all wrong, it’s always been Harry, don’t worry Tim, it wasn’t me, it’s not you, it was Harry” He laughed. “At one point but guess what? It’s my bloody fault they’re not together—“

Harrison finally managed to tackle the drunken Tom, who was very dizzy, tipsy and blurry to even know the whole chaos he’d caused with just a few words.

He didn’t even know what had happened, or how he got to the entrance with Sam, his father, his mother and even James yelling at him. He was too drunk to even listen, they were all angry.

Dom and Nikki eventually left as he was going to apologize to Emma’s family. It was all chaos.

“Where’s—where’s y/n?” That’s all he could ask.

“You’re—You’re really fucking asking that?” Sam yelled. “What the fuck was that?”

“I told the truth,” he hiccuped.

Haz frowned. “By fucking ruining your brother’s engagement party and even his fucking engagement, too?”

“He loves y/n,” Tom continued “which by the way—“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Y/N’s voice was heard.

“Nothing, darling, I just fucking made your life easier, so you can benwith the actual love of your life, ” Tom snapped.

She had been crying, she turned to Sam and Harrison. “Give me a minute with him, please.”

Sam watched her, hurt.

“Sam, please,” she begged and they stepped back, giving them space.

Tom saw her and then started to walk away, trying to look for his car.

“Oh, no, Tom,” she rushed after him, stopping him, “What the fuck was that?”

He laughed, and shrugged. “I’m just—I’m a monster y/n, what can I say?”

“So fine, you read the fucking script,” she raised her voice. “You didn’t have to pull a scene.”

“Ha, don’t you love it, it’s perfect!” He raised his arms. “You can use that on your script!”

“For god’s sake, Tom, why did you—Was that the reason why you kept ignoring me? And now you do this? You ruined everything!”

“So, go write it then!” He growled. “Make some fucking money out of it.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she cried.

“No, I do.”

“Did you even read the fucking thing?” She barked. “Seems like you just fucking read one page!”

“I did read it,” he admitted. “And I’m a monster ain’t I? I’m just looking to hurt you and bloody hell you’re right y/n, why would I—why would I ever fucking love you? You never know what’s going on with you.”

She was holding back her tears. “I love you, Tom I didn’t mean to—“She looked away. “I didn’t want to hurt you! I never thought this would happen—but you’re so bloody stupid, Tom!”

“Is that my name really? Or is it William?” He fumed. “And I should start calling you Valerie, shouldn't I?”

She closed her eyes. “Is that—the song, Tom, oh my god but why—did you have to do this?”

“Because you were sad anyway! You bloody want to be with Harry!” He claimed. “And—I’m fucking helping you with that.”

“I don’t, Tom!” She hissed, “I—and now you’ve ruined my friendship, and now you’ve ruined your brothers engagement all because you fucking didn’t ask about it, why did you even have to do that? It’s a bloody story!”

Tom walked away. “No it’s not, you know that.”

“I love you Tom,” she stated. “It's a story! I was—I didn’t mean to hurt you, and i certainly didn’t fucking want this mess! I—Why did you have to do this?”

“No, you don't! You don’t love me, you just fell in love with your writings, with the idea of what it would be to have your childhood crush fall in love with you, and you settled! because that’s all you want the fucking aesthetic the fucking story but you don’t live y/n, nothing matters to you!” He snapped.

“You matter to me,” she snapped. “If you fucking didn’t matter I wouldn’t be out here fucking trying to mend things! You really think I would be here? Even after that you just did?”

Tom avoided her glance. “Yet you still wrote that.”

“And I was going to tell you!”

Tom scoffed. “What for, anyway? This was just a good fuck and that’s it, should’ve stayed there and it doesn’t matter because it meant nothing.”

She stepped back. “You can’t say it meant nothing.”

“I think I just did, and alright I was hurt but—Hey, I’m gonna get over it, and you just lost everything, Tim, Harry, me, I don’t even think Sam will talk to you after this,” he pushed. “So I think I’m fine with this, for my own revenge without even planning on it, go be lonely again y/n because you fucking deserve it!”

She stepped even more far from him. “You really—want to blame this on me.”

“May I remind you what you wrote of me?” Tom crossed his arms. “How you fucking started dating me because of a script?”

“I didn’t—I—“

“You did, initially.”

“I’ve been in love with you my entire fucking life and—It was a shitty thing to do but I swear Tom, I didn’t mean to—“

“You didn’t? You just got a job out of it, you perfectly knew you wanted this,” he barked. “You know what? You’re a good actress made me believe you actually wanted this, maybe you should consider pursuing that instead, not writing!”

“I was not pretending anything,” she sighed,

“You lied y/n.”

“I didn’t lie.”

More people were walking out of the party and they watched them, fighting in the middle of the road. Y/N dragged him to the other side of the road.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Withholding information is a lie,” Tom pointed out.

“I—I didn’t tell you because I was going to rewrite it,” she gulped.

“No you weren’t , y/n, you—“

“Tom, I was planning to tell you I just—“ she pursed her lips. “I didn’t want to ruin this.”

“Well you did!” He continued walking away. “Have fun with the script, it’s not even good by the way, utter bullshit!”

She laughed, “Yeah, I know, they rejected it.”

He turned and smirked, raising his arms in the air. “That’s excellent news then.”

“You don’t have to be an asshole,” she yelled at him.

“And besides how could I love someone as shitty who knew—You knew Harry was in love with you and you did nothing? And you fell in love with him—“

“You don’t understand anything!”

“Ah, I know because I’m the—What words did you use? dumbest person you’ve ever met?” He chuckled walking back to her, “that was it, wasn’t it?”

“I didn’t—“

“It was there y/n, but don’t worry, I’m okay, I understand this, this was just to get back at me for the fucking yellow flowers, is the dress your way telling me that you won?”

She was crying now. “You didn’t read it—“

He watched her, incredulous, “I don’t think I have to y/n!” He bellowed. “I think I read enough—and oh my god I was so stupid thinking it was Tim—“

She gulped. “Tom.”

“Piss off, y/n,” he continued walking down the street. His car was nowhere to be found, and he didn’t even have his keys.

“No, Tom, please—I really—“she ran to him again. “I really love you I didn’t mean to—“

“No, y/n, you dont, you never did but hey that’s on me isn’t it? For being such a monster and such an asshole.”

“And you’re still acting like one! Look what you did!”

“You made me do that—You know what? You don’t even know my side to this story, how you never cared, how nothing I did cared, because hey, I tried my whole life to show it to you and you never cared! You would’ve noticed how much I loved you if only you’d just paid attention but nothing matters to you unless it’s something you can use in your-I don’t even know, you know you probably were just prancing around you were in love with me so you could play the victim because yes I was bad but—Jesus you—You never felt anything for me how was I so stupid! I feel like—You weren't even hurt and it was just what you thought should happen like your movies or whatever, because I don’t even think you ever loved me! That’s it!” He laughed.

“How can you say that? I made a mistake!” She babbled.

“And I’ve made them too but I don’t go around writing it—“

“You fucking made a speech ruining everything! Don’t you think that’s worse?” She cried.

“And you loved Harry?”

She stayed quiet. Tom licked his lips as he rubbed his face.

“Well?”

“Yes at some point but you have to understand—“she turned her voice calmer. “When he’s shown me his whole life that he loved me I did—think about it and you pull this kind of shit and you expect me to be okay?” She chided. “Yet I choose you.”

“Do you?”

“Even after that shit you just fucking pulled, even after that I’m here trying to fucking—I don’t even know what Im doing, even after that—I still love you what the fuck do you think that is?”

Tom shook his head. “Well I don’t, y/n I can’t love someone so bloody selfish.”

“I’m the selfish one?” She croaked. “When you just fucking ruined your brothers party? Am I really the selfish one?”

“Why didn’t you choose Harry?” Tom asked.

She watched him with frustration. “You can’t possibly—“

“It was before Rome, wasn’t it?”

“You knew it, you fucking knew it, Tom,” she clenched her jaw. “it was like you planned it, don’t play the victim here, before Rome, you saw it and you couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t stand that it was him for the first time and not you—“

Tom stepped back. “That’s not true.”

“Then why did you go to Rome? You had nothing to do there and you know it!” She called him out.

Tom gulped. “I didn’t.”

She was sobbing now, Tom saw Harrison and Sam Approaching them.

“Tom—I don’t even, Harry is happy with Emma, I was happy with you— why did you do this?”

“Because we don’t fucking work, I’m too hurt to pretend I love you.”

She nodded, and then chuckled. “To pretend—“

“I’m fucking leaving.”

“Great, I’ll go fix your fucking mess,” she yelled at him as she rushed back into the house.

But there are first times, and there are last times. It’s just a matter of retrospective to see if it's the end of a beginning or the beginning of an end, even if both of them showed how big of perfidy they can pull.

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