#(also this is besides the point but I DO NOT USE AIRPODS

[icypiece]

Ok but....what is flute-infused-r&b and how can I find some to listen to??(that is not "just" Lizzo, if her music is what that tag is based on)

(music judging bot)

[dwaekkicidal]

The Library

˚ʚPerv!Emo!Han Jisung x Cutesy!Fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Second part of 'The Incidents' Series; based off of this ask.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2.3k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: told from his pov, jisung is a huge perv/creep, accidental stimulation (m receiving), (semi)public masturbation (m)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: Italics are Han's thoughts! also the picture is just a reference for the outfit i had in mind :)

The Incidents Masterlist

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Han wasn’t sure what came over him that first time. He genuinely didn't know when he grew the balls to do such a thing in a public place with his crush not even a foot away— even touching him at one point during it. But as the weeks went on he found himself doing it more and more, to the point where the shame was almost nonexistent from how normal it became for him.

Another thing that became normal was hanging out with the girl outside of class. They even exchanged numbers after the first week. For “studying” purposes. Or whatever lie he told her as an excuse to get her phone number. Part of him was excited, it’s a chance to get to know her better! But the other part of him was dreading the closeness that would ensue. God forbid if she ever found out about what I did..

With that thought lingering around his mind he opens the giant library doors, slipping inside quietly and nodding at the clerk as he walks past. The glasses on his head falter with the nod, but he fixes them in place before fiddling with his chain. He walks to his usual spot in complete silence, not even sparing the packed desks a glance as he focuses on the music in his airpods. Unfortunately for him, this is how he misses a set of eyes that landed him from the moment he walked in.

He also misses the way she interrupts herself from talking to her friends to stare at him wide-eyed, not used to seeing him in anything but an oversized sweater. She looks him up and down in awe, from the glasses that sit on top of his beanie to his black turtleneck that’s decorated with a silver Cuban chain necklace. Then to his long sleeves that are rolled up to his elbows, showing off his watch and shiny rings. “Oh. My. Gosh.” She excuses herself from her friends and gathers her things, running after him.

The boy in question finally makes it to his secluded spot with no extra social interaction and he sets up his study supplies around the table, making sure to put his bag in the empty chair beside him. He looks around, smiling to himself at the lack of people around and the giant window beside him that shows off the cloudy weather. It might be cringe, but fuck do I love this weather. He double-checks his bag for his umbrella and pulls out his laptop. It boots up quickly and he types in the pincode just in time to see a blob of white in the corner of his eye.

“Hannie!!!" He hears it through his music. He turns his head to see you moving towards him with a big smile. Speak of the devil..

He can’t stop his eyes from darting down to her chest, even if he wanted to, and he watches it shake as she prances up to him happily. The girl hugs his arm and looks him up and down again, “You look so good!!” Her right hand detaches from his arm to trace the pattern of his necklace, “I’ve never seen you in anything but a big sweater.. You should dress like this more often!” He flushes at the compliment, looking around nervously because he knows that she never wanders around alone. “T-Thank you.. My friend is having a birthday party later but I wanted to study a little bit before I went..”

Her shiny lips pucker as she continues to shamelessly check him out. He immediately notices that instead of her usual red-pink tint, it's now a light red gloss. “Ooo, that sounds like fun! Can I sit with you? I promise I won’t get in the way!” He watches the pout form on her lips and his gaze shifts up, taking in the full pleading expression and puppy eyes. Their eyes meet and his dick twitches. God damn you. He nods reluctantly, taking one last look around to make sure nobody is near before sitting.

He expects her to take the seat across from him but is shocked as he watches her carefully hang his bag on the back of his chair and take the seat directly beside him. She sets her pink bunny bag on the table and crosses her legs, tilting her head to nosily look at his screen. She smiles and bites her lip to hold back a chuckle at his wallpaper, all black with some depressed emo-lord anime character in the corner. He normally would have flinched at the pure audacity and lack of privacy, but his eyes were too focused on something else.

Who the fuck casually wears thigh highs like those.. and why is her dress so fucking short again?!? He gulps, watching as she stretches and as the dress lifts farther up her thighs. He finds himself in yet another situation where if she opened her thighs even the slightest, he would get a glimpse of her panties. And by whatever god is out there, she actually does. Her legs separate for a moment and she stretches them out too before crossing them again.

His jaw drops slightly and he starts to drool, almost forgetting where he’s at completely. Baby-pink, partially sheer, and lace. I’m going to fucking die.. He discreetly adjusts himself in his pants but is all too nervous this time to do anything more. I know damn well one of her goons is around here somewhere..

He instead revels in the newfound discovery. It only lasts a short while longer due to her speaking up again. She brings up their upcoming project, one that was announced just a few days prior, and confidently asks him to be her partner for it. His eyes widened slightly, I literally just convinced that professor to let me do it alone.. He opens his mouth to respond but is cut off.

“Yo- Who’s this freak?”

Han flinches at the sound of a new voice, a deeper, nasally one that he recognizes all too well. Fucking knew it. He glances over to see one of the shithead frat boys that glues himself to her side in hopes that she’ll fuck him. He stares down at Han with a frown, looking him up and down before turning to the girl.

“That’s not nice, Juwon. This is Hannie! He’s my friend.” Han watches as she turns to the other man. He can’t see her expression but from the annoyed eye roll from him, he can only assume it wasn’t anything good. He hears a faint “Don’t be an ass.” before she turns her back to him and looks at Han with an apologetic smile.

He returns the smile and turns his attention back to his laptop, finally getting some work done as the two of them chat beside him. Han picks up on some words here and there, something about a party next week that his frat is throwing. He faintly picks up on a “plus one” agreement but ultimately pushes it to the back of his head.

He doesn’t get much farther on the document. Instead of focusing on it as he should have, his brain only goes back to those pretty pink panties he got a glimpse of. Eventually, he gives up completely on the work and puts on a youtube video to pretend to watch as he zones out. The two beside him talk for some more time before she shoos him away, teasingly complaining with a “Look! You made me distract Hannie!” and “We were in the middle of something, shoo shoo!”

From the corner of his eye, he watches the boy stare at him angrily for a moment before finally leaving. Once he’s out of sight she turns to Han again, apologizing to him sweetly with those shiny eyes looking up at him. He laughs it off and closes the video, reopening the document to work on his assignment again.

She quietly watches as he finally manages to fill out all the questions, scrolling through her phone while she waits. When he sighs, stretches, and starts to digitally turn in the assignment, she finally places her phone on the table.

He suddenly feels a hand on his thigh. She taps it at first but when he turns to meet her gaze, she rests it flatly across his thigh. “Hannie? About the project, we should meet up at my house tomorrow to work on it.” She smiles and looks up at him. The mere thought of stepping foot into her bedroom has his eye twitching. “Y-Yeah, sure..” Wait. I didn’t even agree to do it with you yet?? 

She pulls his laptop towards her body, leaning in slightly as she creates a new powerpoint document and adds herself to it as a collaborator. While she does so, he lets his gaze fall to her chest. Her cardigan had fallen off her shoulders, giving him the perfect view of her collarbone and upper chest. As she leaned into the screen more, it even gave him a small glimpse of her bra-ridden boobs as her dress fell forward. And they fucking match with the panties?? He subconsciously leans forward, trying to get a look at her nipples-

“There we go!” He jumps and backs away, watching her lean backward and turn to look up at him, “I added myself so we can start the blueprint before you come over.” Oh, I’ll ‘come’ all right. He clears his throat and nods, taking back his laptop so he can pack it away into his bag. He feels her eyes on him but ignores it as best as he can until he runs out of items to pack away.

She looks up at him through her eyelashes, her perfume now flooding his senses as she leans into him more. He sees her lips move, but his eyes can’t choose which thing to focus on and it leads to him completely ignoring what she said. “H-Huh?” In the distraction of her pretty looks and her delicious smell, he almost missed the way her hand returned to his thigh. He did not, however, miss the way her hand slid up his thigh when she leaned in more.

“I asked if you were okay. You look sick again.” She goes on to describe something about how it looks like he has a cold. He would have cared, and he should have! He was going to until she turns her head away to greet a passing friend, causing her hand accidentally slide against his bulge. It's that point that makes him completely lose his sense of morality.

He freezes in place, body all sweaty as he tries to process what is going on. He knows he should have said something, and he honestly tried to! But the only thing that came out of his mouth was a shaky breath almost followed by a moan until he bit his lip harshly. The warmth of her hand seeps through his pants and he can’t help but soak in it. He turns his head to the window, pretending to watch the passing cars as he leans back to lets her hand rest better against his dick.

He only turns back towards her when he hears goodbyes get exchanged. “Oh, Hannie.. You see what I mean?? Now your face is all red!” She leans forward even more and accidentally pushes down more on his dick, making his breath hitch as he closes his eyes tightly. “Y-Yeah but you…. Your h-hand..” He nods his head down at his crotch, not trusting himself to hold back the moan that he feels crawling out of his throat. It was silent after that, but he could tell the exact moment she realized what happened when she gasped.

She remove her hand and her normally sweet, calm voice becomes panicked, “Oh! C-Crap.. I’m so sorry Hannie! I thought that was still your leg..” He clears his throat and adjusts his sitting position with a red face. Eventually not being able to find any comfort, he just stands up and snatches his bag before moving away. “I-I gotta go! I’ll.. text you..?” He says it in a questioning tone but gives her no time to respond as he beelines it for the bathroom, keeping his head down and covering his crotch with his bag the whole way.

He throws the door open and slams it shut, making sure the stalls are empty before locking the main door. The bag with his laptop is almost thrown onto the sink and forgotten about as he unbuttons his pants, pulling down the fabric alongside his boxers. His dick twitches the second it meets the cold bathroom air and he stares down at it in awe. His tip is an angry red and his whole length twitches repeatedly as he recalls the feeling of her hand against it, albeit clothed.

He wraps his hand around himself to relieve some of the pain, squeezing it even more as he starts to jerk off. He’s so riled up from everything that took place in the span of a singular hour so it doesn't take long to build up his orgasm. His mind starts to wander as it usually does: starting with fantasizing about her pretty, glossy lips wrapped around his dick. But this time it quickly changes to the image of her hand wrapped around him. He wonders how soft her hands would be and if they could even fit around his entire width.

Then he’s overwhelmingly reminded of the other events. Her thigh-highs, her bra… her underwear. He moans a little too loudly at the memory that's now engraved in his mind. The sight of the skin there, covered in sheer, baby-pink lace. Fuck. If only she opened her legs a little more. Maybe I could’ve seen her pretty pussy.. He imagines it. Now knowing what the skin down there looks like leaves little to no room for imagination. He can easily guess what her folds would look like, ugh. and that pretty clit..

He throws his head back, legs shaking and stomach squeezing tightly as his hand speeds up. The sound of wet squelching fills the room as he paints ropes, some of it getting onto his hand, but most of it landing on the two-toned floor tiles. He lets out desperate whines towards the ceiling as he continues to cum even more than usual. When he’s finally finished painting the floor he lets shaky breathes leave his lips. His eyes trace the messy pattern on the floor as the sounds of his breathing echo around the bathroom.

He manages to clean himself up and goes to grab napkins to wipe the floor before he realizes that he still has a birthday party to go to. He glances at his watch for a moment and groans when he realizes that he’s going to be late now.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

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[jinnie-ret]

skz with a 9th member who grew up in england so sometimes they use slang they dont understand or sometimes their british accent gets really strong when theyre tired or drunk and the boys think its funny.

it's a brit thing

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: swearing, alcohol mentions

word count: 1.2k

summary: the boys find it hard to understand their british member a lot of the time...

Hi! Sorry for such a late response to your ask! Loved writing this one! Love to my fellow British Stays. Also I love a Yorkshire accent, just putting that out there haha...

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

MAIN MASTERLIST

aka five times the real brit in y/n appeared

1) tired

You were tired, so tired. After a long flight back from LA to Seoul, all you wanted to do was get back to the dorms and go to sleep. Just simply get out of the airport, get into the cars, and listen to some music before ultimately entering a calm, unconscious state.

Yet with the experience of the paparazzi and screaming fans awaiting you, your plans were ruined. They swarmed you, and even as you formed your usual chain amongst the rest of the members and your security it didn't stop the flash of the cameras blaring in your face and fans getting too handsy.

Other times it would overwhelm you but this time it was just annoying. You would say you were just agitated, but the boys thought you were grumpy.

"Oh no, she's grumpy," Seungmin teased from beside you as you squeezed into the back between him and Changbin.

"Fucking twats the lot of them," you grunted in English, digging through your backpack for your airpods as your northern British accent came out.

"That wasn't Korean but I'm not entirely sure that was English either..." Changbin said with wide eyes, only vaguely recognising the swear word and nothing else.

"Chan can you translate?" Jeongin asked curiously, watching as you entered a calmer state when you started playing music.

"Basically she's annoyed at the paps and fans," Chan laughed after translating what you said.

"T-twateu?" Jeongin tested out, and your music just happened to go silent before changing to the next song, meaning you heard what he said.

"You what?!?"

2) vlive

It was time for your bimonthly vlive, which Stays managed to guess when you'd go live, getting used to your system of interacting with them.

"There aren't really a lot of British idols out there, are there?" you chatted with the fans, face near the screen as your eyes squinted to read the comments, forgetting to wear your glasses.

"Haha! Yes Han is our honorary British member," you laughed as you read the comments, hand going over your mouth.

"Wait doesn't Jennie from Blackpink speak with a British accent?" you double checked you theory with the fans, letting out a successful cheer when they confirmed your thoughts.

"Yes!!! Up the Brits! There are too many Aussies I swear..."

"Teach us some British phrases? Okay hmmm, what can I teach my Stays?" you wondered, tapping your chin comically.

"You can say 'I'm gutted', which means you're really upset about something, like you're so sad you feel it in your gut. Or, 'I'm knackered', which means you're tired. Or you're 'pissed off', which means you're angry," you explained to the Stays, frowning when they started saying you sweared on vlive, the staff now staring at you awkwardly.

"Ani, ani, no, no," you pointed to the camera, fake scolding the fans, "I don't think it's swearing, right?"

3) drunk

You and the boys had been out drinking, celebrating the promotions for Case 143. And let's just say, you had a few too many, at least you weren't the only one.

"I'm fucking hammered mate," you slurred, stumbling into Minho who wrinkled his nose at your alcohol breath as all 8 of you walked home from the bar.

"Hammered?" Han asked curiously, his doe eyes somehow more apparent in his intoxicated state.

"Like tkk tkk?" Hyunjin tested, pretending to hammer a nail as he recognised the tool name.

"I'm trollied, I'm so out of it, mate," you giggled, facepalming yourself, well, you thought you did and then realised you accidentally smacked Felix in the face, collapsing on the ground in a fit of giggles.

"Y/Nnie, get uppppp," Felix groaned, rubbing his face drunkenly as he tried to pull you up.

"She's speaking nonsense," Jeongin said with wide eyes.

"Not until you can understand me," you poked Felix in the chest with each word.

"Yah, you're so touchy tonight, Y/N," Changbin laughed at your slow yet somehow affectionate movements as he and Chan lifted you up, you clinging onto their arms for balance.

"That makes me sound so noncey," it was your turn to wrinkle your nose.

"No one can understand you right now, and we are fluent in English," Chan laughed as he supported most of your weight and gestured to Felix next to him.

"I'm too wankered," you groan, now feeling the headache set in and just wanting to be in bed.

"Woah, what did she say?" Seungmin pulled a confused face, his features scrunching up.

"She's uncontrollable," Minho said bemusedly.

4) school memories

In a new episode of SKZ Code, they were all back to school, dressed in different school uniforms.

"Why is Y/N's uniform so different?" Han pointed out.

"It's cute, though," Hyunjin cooed.

"This is what we'd wear," you do a cute spin in your dark green checkered dress, white socks, dolly shoes and bows in your hair. Of course, you wore a green cardigan with it, representing the colour of the uniform designated by your primary school.

Then you went onto other school experiences, and the boys were interested to hear about how yours differed.

"And then, around Easter time, we'd sing a song like this. 'One mother hen sat on four little eggs'," you began singing, doing actions alongside that you remember being taught by your teachers.

"'Keeping them warm in her little egg nest, then one day she heard a crack!'" you widened your eyes as you mimicked the egg cracking with your hands, the boys giggled at this.

"'And a little voice said as the egg was hatched... I'm a spring chicken! I'm yellow and small...'" you sang the song, the mood becoming more joyful as the boys clapped in time for you and you stood doing the actions.

"'Chicken, I'm a chicken! And I'm having a ball!'" you excitedly finished, a big grin present on your face as you flapped your 'wings'.

"Wahh, that's too cute, surely?" Changbin thought it was adorable, copying the last line.

"Maybe Y/N should replace Bbokari!" Lee Know smirked.

"No!" Felix yelled out laughing, hand over his heart.

You carried on reflecting on your experiences.

"Or at our schools we'd be sorted into different coloured houses," you informed everyone.

"Harry Potter! Harry Potter!" Seungmin cheered.

"Woah, so you went to Hogwarts?" Jeongin gasped, a playful look on his face.

"No, I was in yellow house," you I formed, folding your arms.

"Hufflepuff!" Chan pointed at you.

"Noooo," you shook your head, gosh, how did you deal with them on a daily basis?

5) accent

Y/N was on the phone, talking to her friends from back home.

"The British accent really is... woah," Felix whispered to Hyunjin who nodded.

"So pretty," he added on.

"It's kinda, sexy?" Han wiggled his eyebrows, trying to copy what you were saying.

Ah yes, the Y/N simp line, back at it again.

This was all caught on a SKZ talker, and British stays had a field day with it in the comments.

Why is it so funny that the boys think a broad Yorkshire accent is sexy

The boys think it sounds pretty? I'm flying to Seoul rn brb or maybe not

I just googled how to be Y/N

Y/N got bitches but no one here notices me and we literally sound the same lmao, tough times

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain

[maxipad031]

you’re scaring me, p1

part 2 synopsis: shuri’s isolating herself because of her losses so you go to confront her but it’s no use, everything just gets worse and she’s left on her own, again.

contains: cursing, angst, slight violence, crying, toxic shuri x black reader

a/n - usana - baby

your eyes fluttered open as they sensed the strong light rays peeking through the purple velvet curtains. you smiled to yourself, stretching your cramped limbs as you had such an amazing sleep last night, but that moment of happiness was ripped away as you realized that you were were alone in the bed yet again. there was no extra warmth besides you anymore since you’d been sleeping alone for more days than you could remember because of shuri’s strong habit of keeping herself locked in the lab and not coming out unless she needed new materials.

you were honestly getting sick and tired of her growing neglectful behaviour; it was as if she entirely forgot she was in a relationship with you. however, you could not put her fully to blame as the havoc wreaked by namor on wakanda following the grieving of her mothers death would be enough to put anyone in a downwards spiral of isolation. she probably felt immense pressure to protect wakanda by any means possible after the fight was over, but us and the talokans are alliances now so why was she overworking herself? shuri’s character never failed to confuse you but her unpredictable nature was also what made you attracted to her in the first place. you wanted to help her deal with her conflicting emotions but she made it so difficult for you to the point where she out rightly told you leave her alone, so you did.

that was about a week ago, and you missed shuri greatly, you couldn’t keep ignoring her anymore even though she asked you to. you deeply sighed, and leaned over, taking your phone off charge and bringing it in front of you. whilst it came on, you adjusted your silk bonnet as it was literally hanging off your head and yawned, staring sadly at the empty side of the bed. soon, your phone switched on, 11:35am it read. you did your normal routine of scrolling through social media and seeing what was new in wakanda but you got bored quickly as your mind was preoccupied with desperately wanting to communicate with shuri. you snatched your kimoyo beads from the drawer and placed them on your small wrist, watching as it whirred to life. then, you skilfully pressed the setting where it allowed you to call shuri and waited as it rang.

again no reply.

trying plan b, you took your phone and navigated to shuri’s contact number. you pressed on messages and sent the following text.

you: hey shuri, i’m making your favourite dinner later.

you: come to the royal dining room at 6pm, i really want to see you usana.”

you weren’t sure if shuri was eating properly and you wanted to make her a proper meal as well as celebrate something with her. with that, you set your phone to the side, internally praying to the ancestors that she bothered to reply. you loved shuri with your whole heart, you really did, but this was getting out of hand. ready for the day ahead, you slipped out of the soft sheets and walked towards the bathroom. you were getting ready to head to the market so you could gather the ingredients for what you planned to cook later. you just hoped you weren’t wasting your time.

~~~

you huffed and threw the many bags of groceries you were carrying. the dora offered to help but it wasn’t much, you could do it on your own. you took out your airpods that were blasting sza’s kill bill and rested them on the marble counter.

you may actually kill shuri at this point, your impatience with her was steadily growing. speaking of her, you checked to see if she’d replied to your text earlier, but what were you met with?

yeah, no bloody reply but you were left on read? oh hell no, you weren’t doing this with her. you just went to buy all this, the least she could do is give you an answer. was she even alive? what’s the point in cooking if she wasn’t going to eat it. mad and annoyed as shit, you slammed your poor phone onto the counter, scratching your forehead. she’ll see you today whether she liked it or not.

you abandoned the bags of food and made your way to her lab; your face was a fixed scowl and everyone you walked past looked back at you in worry as they wondered what made you so angry. you walked with purpose as you turned many corners to where you knew shuri was holing up in. as expected, some of the dora milaje were guarding the lab. you walked up to them and sighed as they intensely stared at you.

“i’m sorry, i need to see the queen right this instant.” you demanded, tapping your foot in irritation.

they looked at each other and back at you,

“i’m sorry, the queen has requested no one to be let in, even you.” ayo said, slightly smirking at that last part.

god, you knew she always disliked you.

“okay then, you all leave me no choice.” you unexpectedly ran into the door they were guarding, leaving them no time to put their spears up and deny you access without hurting you. you successfully managed to get the door open and there she was, in deep concentration as she leaned over what seemed like a special heart shaped herb.

her eyes snapped up to meet yours and she sighed, “what are you doing here y/n?” she asked, annoyance clearly evident in her tone as she paused her testing to temporarily look at the commotion you caused.

“sorry my queen,” ayo started but shuri dismissed her, “it’s okay, just give us some privacy.”

ayo nodded and shut the lab door once again.

“i should be asking you that question, do you even realise how long you’ve been here?” you yelled, anger clouding over your thoughts.

shuri didn’t reply, not looking at you.

“what day is it shuri?” you asked, slightly whimpering as you saw her lack of concern for your feelings.

“wednesday?” she replied nonchalantly, transferring something to a test tube.

“it’s sunday, our two year anniversary.” you replied, shaking your head in sheer disappointment and on the verge of tears.

shuri’s expression softened as she remembered but hardened again as she snatched her scientific glasses off, giving you a stern look.

“look, i know you want to come in here and lecture me but i really couldn’t fucking care less, i have stuff to do.” she put them back on and turned away from you, switching things around on her intercom.

“fuck you, you piece of shit.” you spat, your eyes watering as you tried not to break down in front of her.

shuri stopped her actions, you never swore so much at her unless it was in the bedroom.

“yeah, i fucking said that, look at me shuri godammit!” you shouted, walking towards her as she slowly turned around to finally give you eye contact.

“is it illegal to want to be near you? honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you?” you were so confused and hurt, why couldn’t shuri just talk to you instead of pushing you away like a coward.

“you keep on disturbing me and it’s getting annoying.” she said dryly, static with her emotions as she stared down at you.

“yeah?” you took off your kimoyo beads and dropped them to the floor, crushing them to the point where they didn’t function anymore.

“i won’t disturb you again.” you turned around to walk away but she grabbed your arm. you were already annoyed and she was doing nothing to help so you simply used both of your hands on the sides of her chest to push her away. she barely moved because she was so strong but it was to show her than she can’t control you anymore.

“i don’t know what’s going on with you, but it’s better we part ways if you think acting like this is okay.” you wouldn’t let your love for shuri blind you, not again, this was your last straw.

“fucking hell.” shuri turned around punched a manneqin next to her and it went flying toward the wall behind, causing you to jump back in shock at the loud noise it made. stressed, she rubbed her face with both her hands and grabbed your shoulders with a hefty grip.

“you can’t leave me y/n, everyone does, i’m tired.” she looked away from you to suppress any tears threatening do escape.

you sorrowfully looked at her, feeling and seeing every ounce of her pain and misery was ripping your heart out of your chest but this was for you, you couldn’t stay with her if this was how she treated you.“try me.” you tried not to fall into her trap again and slapped her hands off your shoulders as your sadness transformed itself nicely into anger due to the rememberance of all the hurt that she’d caused you. you then looked at her table filled with papers and metal scraps, and you didn’t know what came over you, but you were seeing straight red at this point and so acted spontaneously, swiftly using your right arm to clear everything as it all went crashing to the ground,

“fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” you repeated, purposely destroying things you knew she’d worked hard on but you couldn’t care less, this is what she deserves for treating you like you’re worth nothing, like you deserve no love. panicked, shuri grabbed your sleeve, “y/n! stop this!” she yelled but you strongly pushed her away as you continuted to do your worst, ripping blueprints snd damaging everything you could see. your pent up anger was just spilling all over the place, you could barely control it.

“stop!” she yelled in vexation as she attempted to grab your wrists to stop you, but you weren’t having any of it and pushed her away every time until eventually, your anger shifted and you harshly slapped shuri across the face, leaving a discreet but noticeable mark,

“stop fucking touching me, i swear to god maybe namor should’ve just sank all of wakanda, then you would probably learn.” you shamelessly said, pointing your finger at her as your left eye twitched with malice and your heart racing; you realised your words were quite harsh but if that’s what it took to make shuri realise her self destructive behaviour, then so be it.

her hand felt the place you just slapped her at and she slowly looked up at you in disbelief from what you just uttered. your anger was clearing up and you’d finally realised what you’d done. your facial expression softened and you looked at shuri, reaching out to feel the mark “no, i’m sorr-

before you could finish your sentence, shuri dodged your advances and roughly grabbed your shirt collar, slamming you down onto the hard glass lab table, with such force you thought your head was going to explode, and leaned over you.

“are you fucking kidding me y/n? how dare you speak to me like that, do you have any idea what i’ve been through? you don’t know me, stop pretending like you do.” shuri angrily scolded you as she pushed down onto your collar, unaware she was simultaneously pushing down on your neck. the strength she had from the heart shaped herb was 100x yours, and she could break you like a twig if she wanted to.

“s-sorry…” you croaked out weakly, putting your hand around her hand and trying to move them away as your airways were being more and more restricted.

she just stared at you, no warmth in her eyes or admiration like there once was, just coldness, nothing that could back up her previous love for you.

“shuri..i can’t bre-breathe.” you struggled to escape her hold and tapped her hands softly as you started to feel your energy slowly dissipating.

“shit.” she snapped out of whatever trance she was in as she realized she was causing you bodily harm and hurriedly let go of you, causing you to immediately sink onto the chilly ground, coughing and spluttering as you tried desperately to regain the air you didn’t get.

“y/n..” shuri stared at her hands like she couldn’t believe what she’d just done to you, and looked at you on the ground, still struggling. she fell onto her knees and attempted to put an arm around you but you immediately flinched at her touched and scooted away as your hand held your hurting neck. you were visibly shaken up and scared of what just happened and you didn’t want her touching you at all.

“i didn’t mean to do that.” she said, a subtle tremble in her voice, “let me see.” she demanded, trying to lift your hand from your neck but you backed away once again,

“don’t touch me, please you’re scaring me.” you never thought a day in your life that you’d fear shuri, the women you loved for so long but this wasn’t shuri, no this was someone completely different and you wanted no part of this. you didn’t know where the affectionate shuri you once knew went, but this was not her.

“y/n..baby, please.” she watched as you got up, tears streaming down your face as you knew your relationship was now in complete shambles. shuri was hurt seeing you hurt and even more so knowing it was because of her. you wiped your salty tears with your sleeve and rapidly left the lab in distress, never wanting to come back again.

shuri stared at the mess littered in front of her and then at the door you’d just left from.

alone.

once again, everyone’s left her.

[cartridgeconverter]

Don Giovanni La Monnaie 2014 - or, my nomination for the worst Don Giovanni production to ever exist

Let me be clear: do not watch this prod.

Director - Krzysztof Warlikowski Leporello - Andreas Wolf Donna Anna - Barbara Hannigan Don Giovanni - Jean-Sebastien Bou Il Commendatore - Willard White Don Ottavio - Topi Lehtipuu* Donna Elvira - Rinat Shaham Zerlina - Julie Mathevet Masetto - Jean-Luc Ballestra

Content warning: this prod exists solely for shock value, so it contains just about every disturbing thing possible. Notably: rape/sexual coercion, domestic violence, incest, blackface.

*You ever notice that this was one of the last stage productions Topi ever did before he became a full-time conductor?

The overarching issue with this production is that it focuses on being shocking and disturbing to the point of incoherence. This can be traced to misogyny - all of the female characters are sex addicts and/or insane. This is exaggerated so much that neither the "rape" (it's not a rape) nor murder at the beginning of the performance is Don Giovanni's fault, basically defeating the entire purpose of the play.

There is never a moment that isn't sexually explicit, lest you forget that the director knows what sex is, guys. Sometimes the characters have sex or sexual moments on stage during scenes (Non mi dir is happening during oral sex), while at other times half-naked background dancers appear seemingly randomly to, I guess, fulfill the naked people quota that every regie prod needs. Also, one of them is in full-body blackface. Just for fun.

Probably the most typical character in this interpretation is Elvira. This is a low bar to cross. She is portrayed as an overly emotional, unstable stalker, but these traits are just her original text being portrayed in the least charitable manner possible. There isn't any contradiction with the original story, which is what the best case scenario is here.

Instead of being a young, poor couple, Zerlina and Masetto are a prostitute and her pimp, respectively. This also completely removes the class dynamics at play between the characters. Masetto is very rich and rather emotionally detached from Zerlina, which means his aria makes no sense. He isn't even angry, just mildly peeved. After all, if they're not in a relationship, and Giovanni is one of his clients, none of this should upset him.

Both of these examples can be chalked up to typical director edginess, but this production's portrayal of Anna is simply a demonization of the character due to misogyny. Not only is she portrayed as responsible for the rape in the first scene, but she is the one forcing herself onto Don Giovanni, instead of the other way around. The production goes on to imply that she had an incestuous relationship with her father. Meanwhile, Ottavio is depicted as the victim of her emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. Throughout the show, she threatens him with a gun; after the epilogue, she shoots him.

:v

If you want to depict abuse in Don Giovanni, there's plenty of options. Obviously, the relationship between the Don and Leporello is very controlling. One could also make the point that Zerlina and Masetto have an unhealthy dynamic, such as in Peter Sellars's production. However, Ottavio? Ottavio is, textually, in no such position. He is (besides Giovanni himself), the most powerful character because he is an upper-class man. Even in a modern setting, this shouldn't change. By making Anna the instigator of all the violence in the plot, it completely does away with the commentary on misogyny while instead demonizing the women.

Also the singing is bad.

In conclusion, Ottavio look out! Oh no he has airpods in he can't hear us

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | ten

*Ellie’s POV* I think I still love you… I stared at my phone, my hands were shaking as I realized what I just said to Noah. As much as I didn’t want to admit that I still loved him, I had to stop lying to myself. Seeing him today, smelling his cologne and him holding me just solidified it. I waited to see if he was going respond to what I said, but nothing. He was probably in a dead zone on the highway. My breath hitched as I walked back into the living room, realizing Matt and I were going to be over before we even started.

“You okay?” Matt asked me as I sat near him, but not close enough for him to touch me.   “Yeah, it’s just been a long day.” I lied, avoiding his stare. My phone buzzed in my pocket, causing my face to get hot. As soon as a saw Noah’s name on my screen, I shifted in my seat causing Matt to send me a puzzling look. “I’m sorry, Tyler just texted me…I forgot to give him Liam’s backpack for daycare.” “Oh, okay.” He replied as he watched me get up and frantically put my shoes on. “Do you want me to come with you?” “No, I won’t be long.” I said, grabbing Liam’s backpack and my keys at the door. I felt bad for lying to him, because Liam already had his own backpack at Tyler’s. “Just make yourself comfortable. We can order food when I get home.” I slammed my door shut and walked towards the elevator, hitting the button to the parkade over and over. I looked at my phone again and my heart raced looking at Noah’s text asking me to FaceTime him. I got into my car and peeled out of the parking lot, not sure what direction I was going. I’m still not sure what was coming over me to talk to him so desperately, but maybe my heart knew more than I did. I pulled into a grocery store parking lot, did a double take in the mirror before I facetimed him, applying lip gloss as I waited for him to answer me. “Hey…” I felt my eyes sting with tears as his face appeared on my screen. He was sitting outside somewhere with his AirPods in, his hair was disheveled and he just looked so adorable to me.

“Hi.” Was all I managed to get out. “Where are you?” “Uh, somewhere near Portland I think?” He replied as he looked around. “We just stopped for food and some fresh air.” “I haven’t been to Portland in forever…” I trailed off, almost wanting to get to the point. “Noah we should -“ “I know.” He cut in. “I’m sorry about this morning. I was trying to not be selfish because I want you to be happy, but I’m gonna be selfish now. I want us to work things out, Ellie. I just want you to think about giving us another chance, I don’t think our story is over…I don’t want to be.” My hand clasped over my mouth as I absorbed his words. I took a deep breath as more unexpected words fell past my lips, “maybe we should talk about this in person? I can fly down in a couple days or -” “I’ll come see you…when does he leave?” Noah asked, not keeping his eyes off me. “Tomorrow morning.” “I’ll be there tomorrow night then.”

He hung up and I sat in silence for a few minutes as I mulled over what he said to me. Was I really going to let him back in my life this easy? I think a part of me just needed to hear him out and maybe we could have a mature conversation about this. My head hit the back of my seat, trying to get rid of these mixed feelings. 

“Hey, I’m back.”

I threw my keys onto the kitchen counter and saw Matt hadn’t moved since I left. He was watching a baseball game but didn’t look too interested in it. He turned to me and met me with a soft yet sad smile. My stomach twisted harder in my stomach as the guilt hit me, I needed to tell him the truth. “El, I think we need to talk.” Wait, what?

“I think we do too.” I replied as I sat down beside him. I turned my body towards him so we could look at each other. I really did care about him, I did. We had good chemistry and the one time we had sex it was amazing... but was it enough? It also wasn't fair to string him along when I’m clearly still in love with one of his best friends. 

“You know how I mentioned if things got weird we could stop?” I nodded to let him continue. “I personally feel weird standing between you and Noah. I know I’ve had some choice words about him and how he treated you, but…I saw the way you two looked at each other today. I’d hate to be the one to ruin you two getting a second chance.” “Wow, Matt. I don’t know what to say.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. “I don’t know what’s going to happen between me and him, but I know I’ll regret not giving it another shot. I’m just sorry I dragged you into this, and gave you false hope.” “You didn’t. I found an opportunity to have a chance with you, but it wasn't meant to be. Truthfully, I love you enough to let you go.” He whispered, bringing his hand up to my face and wiping the one tear that escaped. “I’m not going to be bitter about it. I still want us to be friends the way we were before.” “I want that too.” I trembled as more tears poured out of me. Matt scooted closer to me and took me in his arms. My eyes closed as my head fell on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.” He replied, pulling me closer to him. “I’d wait forever for you, don’t forget that.” I lifted my head to look at him but my tears were blinding my vision of his face. He brushed my chin before pressing his mouth onto mine gently. I wanted to protest but I fell right into the kiss. He laid me down on the couch as the kiss deepened. My hands were tangled in his hair while his body pressed harder onto me. As we broke apart, I saw a side of him I never thought I’d see. His eyes were glistening with tears and one of them landed on my cheek, causing my heart to take another fatal blow. “One last time?” “I don’t -” “This feels like the perfect way to say goodbye...”

[sadlilghostt]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓?

Genre : romance?

Warnings : swearing.

OTL; DOWHA BAEK X OC!READER

► in which the 'i—hate—people' typa person caught the attention of the campus crush??

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 dramatic day. I sighed irritatedly as I rubbed my eyes, staring at the ceiling for a moment before deciding to get my juicy ass off of my heavenly bed. Why must I leave this precious thing alone... Fuck school.

I groaned while I stretched my limb letting out a small hum in satisfaction once I heard a small '𝘱𝘰𝘱'. I scratch my bum as I walked to my mirror to look at my 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 self, well, not so fabulous self yet.. I look like shit in the morning wtf?

I chuckled at my inner thoughts as I walked off of my room to start my "day".

After I finished taking a bath and putting my damned uniform on like who tf even decided to make the females wear skirt?! Why can't they wear pants like men??? Ugh, but never mind that. Need to eat and brush my teeth.

And after alllll that I went to grab my bag and left the house and also not forgetting to lock it, didn't even bother to brush my hair this morning. Eh, it doesn't even look bad even if I didn't brush it idk why, my hair is styled in a short wolfcut ,it's a bit messy right not but it'll turn fluff later.

I took out my airpods and played 'odetari's' musics ngl his music is a 𝙘𝙝��𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨. I held the strap of my bag as I vibe my way to school. Once I got their j was greeted by disgusting pes-...𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 laughing and giggling and such, I don't know why they have full of energy in the morning, like do they eat sugar for breakfast or smth? 𝘞𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥.

My brows furrowed as I walked past through the students, when I made it to my class I stand still for a moment in the front of my classroom door taking a deep breath as well. Welp time to face those gremlins, I sighed as I held the door and slide it open and walked in but only to be met with a.. Wall? What the fuck? Since when did.. Huh??

I groaned as I look up to the thing that is blocking my way through inside, the first thing I saw was a.. Chest.. From a male.. When I trailed my eyes further up, I was met with cold yellow ones..

I took out my airpods and stared at him "motherfuckerly". What the fuck is this guy doin here-

" do you mind? " he seems irritated? The fucking audacity???? Does this bitch know that the first door is the entrance-

Me being a morning person and all cranky in the morning, I ain't letting this mf ruin my morning further just because he's a campus crush or smth.

" yes, I mind. " I frowned at him, which it caught him by a surprise? What? Ya think I'd be drooling over you or worship you cuz because you're good lookin? Ha 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 no, I'm Y/N L/N 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘌𝘛𝘊𝘏.

" you're in 𝘮𝘺 way. " he "pointed out".

" no, technically you're in 𝘮𝘺 way because this is literally the 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. Don't you know that? "I remarked at him getting more annoyed the longer I stayed in his presence.

The students around us started to look at our direction, some where surprised that I was acting this way to the "Almighty-dowha-baek", and some were annoyed and I don't know why, eh.

" can't you just move away so this will be over? " he sighed once again. I swear I'm going to personally bitch slap this mf-

" the why dont you do the honor?since you're clearly the one who is blocking the entrance. " I had to hold myself back from calling him 'mf' or else I'd really get an unwanted drama here.

He let's out an annoyed exhale as he lives away from the door. Ha, that's what I fucking thought.

" 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 you. " I sarcastically said as I walked inside not sparing a glance at him, but I can feel his gaze burning in the back of my head though. Lmao did I hurt his pride? Deserve.

Finally my seat, I dropped my bag beside my desk as I flopped myself in my seat as I inspired back my airpods into my ear. My peace was 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘺 interrupted by my nosy ass seatmate, Hiera Kim.

Bitch can't everyone leave me alone for a SECOND?!?

I took a deep inhale before taking out my pods again and glared at her.

" what? "

" wow girl chill, no need to bite " she laughed. Bitch I will chomp and swing bite you like a mad dog if you do NOT leave me not the fuck alone or if this is not worth it to disturb my peace like that.

I narrowed my eyes at her waiting for her to give the reason on why she's disturbing me like this.

" 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘵𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦.. " I heard her mumble which made a vein pop into my forehead indicating to her that I will not hold myself back any further if she continued wasting my time like this.

She sweatdrop at the aura I'm giving before clearing her throat as she spoke.

" ok so, what was that earlier? "She asked.

" what was what 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘒𝘪𝘮. " I groaned telling her to be specific on what she tryna say.

" you know,that, the door thing, duh? " oh.

" what about it? "I sighed as I pushed back my bangs from my face and fixing it.

" are you serious right now? Do you even know who you bumped into? " she asked as if I was the idiot person in this room right now.

" yes and I don't gives two fuck, blue fucks, yellow fucks, pink fucks, about it. Now leave me alone. " I grumbled.

" girl- seriously you need to watch your attitude, that boy you've bumped into is the DOWHA BAEK, the hottest and popular guy in school? The boy who's like live in a luxurious life? An idol trainee?? " She started listing off on this baek life which I don't really care about.

" and? It's not like he's a God to make me on my knees and worship him, he's just a mere boy who is blessed with good features and nothing less. " I rolled my eyes at her.

Our litter quarrel went on for a moment and unknown to us, the certain blond just came back and heard our conversation.. Including the "mere boy who is just blessed with good features".

And for the first time in Dowha's life, he felt he's final seen as just a person in just that sentence.

Class went on terrible, especially math what tf. I hate them. I groaned as I started to prepare for our last period which is gym. Welp, here goes my energy.

Today at gym we did Dodge ball and then laps and any physical activity shit that made me all drained and tired. Nevermind Gym period is my number one loathed class.

I once where done I was about to leave the gym when this mf old geezer literally assigned me to clean the gym. I swear I will be the death of this geezer.

I growled as I yanked my bag back to the ground and angrily started to out the balls back to the baskets they sweep the floor. Once I was done with the floor I took the basket of balls and then placed them to the storage room. I was a bout to leave the place when I heard a light snore behind the boxes.

What-

Curiosity taking over me, I quietly walked over to the source of the noice and only to see the sleeping pretty boy, dowhak.

If I was like the other girls I wound me swooning and drooling over this sleeping dowha but hah no. I'm mad furious, this bitch literally slept here and left me to clean this mess up ALONE? ha this mf is aboutta taste hell.

I smirked devilishly as I come of a plan to wake this mf up.

I looked around the storage room to find anything good to use to wake this mf up when my eyes caught something good. I felt my smirk got bigger as I took the bottles and walked over to the make.

I stared down at him as I opened the kid of three eater bottle as I mercilessly pour down the water into him.

His eyes snapped open as he sprang out from his position. Oh and this mf also had a blanket? Wow.

He breath heavily fromthe shock as his head snapped into my direction. His gaze darkens, glaring at him for disturbing his sleep.

" what was that for? " he growls as she wiped his face with his shirt.

" to wake you up, duh? " I answered as I placed back the bottles on the boxes.

" can't you just woke up like a normal person instead of literally pouring a water to me? " hah damn he's pissed but idc.

" well I guess I'm not normal. Now get your ass up and help me mop the floor. " I glared at him which he glared back before standing up and shaking his head splashing me some of the droplets from his hair.

" hey! Watch it! " I growled at him before handing him the mop.

" whatever. " he grumbled as he yanked the mop from my hand rudely. Mf.

We both took out a bucket of water and left the storage room as was started to mop the gym.

The cleaning was real quite, but not awkward, but I'm still pissed at him.

" so.. " he started. Huh didn't know that water got into his brain for him to actually start a conversation at me.

" what. "

" I'm just wondering. " please don't tell me he's going to pull off that "hey-cutie-wanna-go-out? " like popular guys do, because I swear I'm going to rock his shit hard.

" no. "

" ha? " his brows are furrowed.

" what? " oh so that's not it.

" what- "

" shut ho and get on with it. " i cut him off feeling relieved that he isn't going to pull that thing off but also embarrassed because I assumed.

He cleared off his throat as she started to speak.

" so.. Aren't you like, going crazy or feeling blessed right now? " what.

I looked at him as if he was crazy.

" why would I? If anything I'm very much unlucky to be cleaning the mess I made plus being stuck here with you. "I groaned.

He quirked a brow at me also looking a bit offended that I find his presence a nuisance.

" well.. I don't know, you act so differently to me. " ohhh so does this guy think like I'm gonna drool and swoon because I'm in a room with him. Alone? Well in his dreams.

" what do you mean? " I asked as I proceed to mop the floor not even bothering to look at him.

" I mean, normally they would all go crazy in something like this. Plus would even let it slide and just let me go and do this by their self because "they don't want me to get tired" or "get dirty". " he explained.

" well sucks to you, I ain't that type of person. " I rolled my eyes.

" ... "

He went quiet again for a moment before speaking again.

" aren't you overwhelmed? " he asked one again. I sighed as I finally looked at his direction.

" by what? Your so called-handsome-face-? Or being attacked by your crazy girls. " I scoffed at him. But strangely he looked.. Relieved? Why?

" well I'm glad. " what?

" I don't want to spend my time listening to girl rant on why should I be their boyfriend or why should I hangout with them. Or them asking if do I actually live in a luxurious life. It hurts my ear hearing the same thing. "He chuckled. He seems genuine.

I stared at him for a while watching him chuckles. I think I misjudge him?

And after that, we actually got a decent conversation. About him disliking the attention and also him hating the fact that grown people kept pestering him to join the company and such. And he also confessed something that I never thought he would.

" actually.. Im not the man who's every one is expecting. " he confessed.

" huh? "I tilted my head trying to process on what he's trying to say. He took a deep inhale and the exhale before continuing his sentence.

" I.. Don't live in a luxurious life, I don't have those expensive stuff or anything that everyone is telling about me. " he confessed.

" soo.. You're like a fraud? " I furrowed my brows at him. He snapped his head into my direction as he shook his head.

" no no no, it's nothing like that, really.. " he sighed. "His can I put this.. " he started to jumble over his words trying to find the correct word to describe his situation.

With just by looking at him, seeing his frustration with how he's trying to say.. I finally understand him.

" oh, so.. You just didn't said anything because you didn't want to lie, you also didn't deny it because you're afraid that people won't see you like on their expectations that you're afraid to not be seen and be accepted. That's why you didn't said anything and just let them believe on what their believing, that's what. " and with that he froze.

He slowly looked at me with wide eyes with his mouth slight parted. He gulped before nodding his head slowly. He was speechless that a girl like her, the outcast of the school was able to figure a guy who is popular like him in just by looking and listening.

I smiled at him genuinely before chuckling.

" if that's the actual reason then don't worry, I'm not that shit of a person to dislike you because you aren't the person I'm expecting you to be. I get what you're trying to say, I also understand the feeling of fear of someone not accepting you because you didn't matched with their expectations. I mean, we're just humans. You're just a human, a boy, and more importantly, a teenage boy who just wanted to be seen by 𝘩𝘪𝘮 not by how he looks like, right? "He didn't said anything but he remains on looking at him in shock, then I started to feel guilt that I literally exposed him like that-

" oh- did I go far? I'm sorry you can forget everything I said-im sorry- "

" no.... N-no it's.. Ok, I guessed I am shock, but very happy that, someone finally see me. "He smiled genuinely.

" oh.. Yeah-ok " I chuckled , suddenly the mop looks interesting.

" you know, you aren't that bad actually. "

I looked at him to see him smiling.. Genuinely, genuinely happy.

" yeah.. Same as you, I thought you are like one of those egoistic "popular-boys" "I laughed softly which he also laughed along. He then bring his hand on the nap of his neck as he scratched it awkwardly as he glance to his side with an awkward smirk.

" well I guess I am like that- but i promise I'm not a jerk like them. "He chuckled.

" yeah, sure. " I smiled. I guess I really did misjudge him.

" so.. Y/N is it? " wow I'm surprised this boy knew my name with his popularity.

" yeah, Y/N L/N. " I smiled. " I already know you soo.. Yyyeah.. "I awkwardly chuckled.

" well you at least deserve a decent introduction.. " he chuckled as he held out his hand in front of me.

" Dowha Baek. " he smiled.

" Y/N L/N. " I smiled back as I accepted his hand shake.

▻𝐄𝐍𝐃.

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓! ~

[doomedhowell]

rainy days at the library

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44720305 title: rainy days at the library square fill: bookworm!dan rating: general word count: 1,770 summary: Even on rainy days Dan winds up at the library, but it's not so bad when his company is the cute librarian.

written for @phanfictionbingo​

Phil looks over when he hears footsteps, and sees one of his usual customers walk into the library, drenched in rain. It’s been storming all evening, with lightning and thunder going off every once in a while. It causes a slow day, not that Phil is complaining. That’s why Phil became a librarian, because it’s quiet, and gives him a chance to spend time with his books. He doesn’t deal with nearly as many people.

But, the curly brown haired boy who comes in every day is one person Phil doesn’t mind seeing.

“Not even the rain could keep you away, huh?”

Dan startles at the sudden voice, and he looks over at Phil, before his cheeks turn bright pink, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I, uh, I just got bored at home… you know? I-”

“It’s okay,” Phil chuckles softly. “You don’t owe me any explanation. Besides, not saying it’s a bad thing.”

Dan grins. “Yeah, from the looks of it, it kind of seems like you could use some company,” he says, taking his bag off his shoulder. He walks over and sets his bag on one of the tables.

“Yeah, it’s been slow today. I mean, not that that’s a bad thing for me,” Phil confirms with a nod. “But also, any sane person would stay home during a thunderstorm.”

“I’m not what you would call sane,” Dan retorts, trying to make a joke.

“Clearly,” Phil replies, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Dan scowls at that, and decides to ignore Phil’s comment then. He pulls two books out of his bag and he walks up to the counter. “I’d like to return these books,” he says.

“You finished these already? You just checked them out two days ago,” Phil says as he takes the books.

“Well, I mean, you can’t really be surprised I finished them already with the amount of time I’m in this damn library,” Dan replies, shrugging his shoulders. “I actually read my books, unlike most other people who probably just check them out and then forget them.”

“Fair point,” Phil agrees, nodding. “Did you enjoy the books at least?”

“I enjoyed them,” Dan confirms, smiling. “Now I just need to find some other books to read.”

“Well, if you need any help… you know where to find me,” Phil says, grinning up at Dan.

“Thanks,” Dan says, before walking back over to his claimed table. He sits down and pulls out his airpods as well as his phone, turning on his playlist made specifically for when he’s at the library. Quiet and calm, peaceful music that he can listen to when he’s either studying, doing homework or just simply reading.

Dan spends a bit of time doing his homework that’s due tomorrow for his English class. He’d completely forgotten about it and now he’s stuck doing it at the last minute.

The storm is getting heavier outside, causing the lights to flicker on and off.

Dan debates on whether or not he should start heading home, but it’s pouring rain outside and Dan doesn’t feel like getting drenched again. But, he has no clue when it’s supposed to stop raining.

Dan sighs quietly as he stares out the window, watching the rain, anxiety slowly coming through.

“I’m worried the power will go out before the library closes,”

Dan startles, and he looks over to see the librarian standing beside him. “The power?”

“Yeah,” Phil nods. “The lights were flickering on and off earlier. If the power goes out, we’ll be stuck.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?” Dan groans. “I can’t walk in this rain!”

“You walked here? Are you mad?” Phil exclaims, before shaking his head. “You can ride with me-”

“No, no way, I can’t ask you to do that-”

“Mate, it’s no problem at all. I’m not going to let you walk home alone in the rain,” Phil says. “Oh, I’m Phil, by the way. I thought maybe it would make you feel better if you knew my name.”

“I’m Dan,” Dan says, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Thanks. Uh, for offering.” He yelps when suddenly the lights go off. He groans, throwing his head back. “Well, that’s just great.”

“As long as the door didn’t automatically lock up, then we should be fine,”

Dan frowns as he watches Phil head towards the library doors. “I have a feeling you just jinxed us,”

“I didn’t jinx us,” Phil says, rolling his eyes. He goes to try and open the doors, but they don’t budge. “Okay, that’s fine. I have keys.” He walks over to his desk and opens his drawer. He instantly freezes when he sees that his keys are not where they’re supposed to be. “Well, that’s not good.”

“What do you mean that’s not good?” Dan asks, walking over to the desk. “You have the keys, right?”

“Uhm, not exactly,” Phil says, looking up at Dan. “But, it’s fine-”

“It doesn’t sound fine!” Dan exclaims, his eyes widening. “You’re telling me that we’re trapped here?”

“Look, we would have been trapped here anyways,” Phil argues. “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s still storming outside, and it’s not exactly safe to drive or walk in this kind of condition. Dan, don’t panic, okay? I’m just going to call Macy and she’ll come and unlock the doors.”

“Macy?” Dan asks, blinking. “Who the hell is Macy?”

“She’s the principal of the school. You know her better as Mrs. Conewell,” Phil explains.

“Well, okay. As long as you can promise that we’ll get out of here. I love the library, but I don’t exactly wanna be stuck here forever,” Dan mumbles.

“Don’t worry,” Phil tells him. He pulls out his phone, and is relieved that he still has service, so he quickly sends a message to Macy, asking for help. Phil sets his phone down and searches through his desk until he finds his flashlight. “It’s not much, but it’ll do until the power comes back on.”

“This isn’t exactly how I thought my Friday night would go,” Dan mumbles.

“Did you expect anything less when it’s storming outside?” Phil asks, raising his eyebrows at Dan.

“Well, I certainly didn’t expect this,” Dan retorts, huffing. “I can’t even do my homework.”

“You can, it’ll just be very difficult for you to do,” Phil replies with a grin.

Dan glares at him, but he can’t even stay mad at Phil when he’s got the goofy grin on his face. “Whatever. Do you have an extra flashlight? At least I can look through the books and try to find new ones to take,”

“No, but I can walk around with you,” Phil says, walking over to Dan. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

Dan shrugs his shoulders. “Doesn’t bother me. I like company,” he says.

“Most people who spend their time at libraries are quite the opposite,” Phil says as he starts following Dan towards the books. “You know, enjoying the quiet. Being away from people. I know I do sometimes.”

“Oh, definitely. But, I also don’t mind the company. I live alone and don’t have many friends,” Dan says.

“You live alone? How old are you?” Phil asks curiously.

Dan chuckles. “I’m eighteen. Moved out of my parents house as soon as I turned eighteen. I’ve had a job since I was sixteen so I’ve been saving up the money,” he says.

“Wow. I was not expecting to hear that about you, but… that’s good, that you want to be independent,” Phil says. “Which way are we going? I want to make sure I’m shining the light correctly.”

“Just point it in front of me. I don’t have a direction yet,” Dan tells him.

It’s quiet as Dan walks throughout the library, trying to find some new books to read, though it’s quite difficult for someone who is constantly checking out books from this library. Though Dan feels comfortable and safe knowing that Phil is with him, even if they aren’t exactly conversing with each other.

Eventually, Dan ends up going with two classics that he’s certainly already read multiple times but he’s been wanting to re-read the series again, so he picks up Twilight and The Hunger Games.

It’s like a miracle when the power comes back on, just as Dan had picked up his books.

Phil sighs in relief. “Let there be light,”

Dan giggles. “There’s light. But, are we able to leave?”

“What? Have you gotten sick of my wonderful company already?” Phil asks, smirking at Dan. He walks over to the door and opens it without a problem. He looks over at Dan, who sighs in relief. Phil chuckles, and makes sure to keep the door open with the doorstand. Just in case. “We’re free.”

“Oh! It looks like it’s finally stopped raining too,” Dan says when he catches a glimpse out the window.

Phil makes his way back over to Dan. “You know, I can still take you home, if you’d like,”

Dan hesitates, as he looks over at Phil. “I- I wouldn’t want to impose-”

“You’re not imposing,” Phil says, shaking his head. “I’m offering to take you home, because I care. It was just storming outside, and there’s a chance that you could still get sick from the weather. I can’t have one of my best customers out sick, can I?” He smiles sweetly.

“Well, okay. If you’re really sure. I can pay you back next time I get paid,” Dan assures him.

Phil shakes his head. “You don’t need to pay me back Dan,” he says. “Or-” He leans against his desk, trying to be smooth because he really wants to impress Dan. “You could let me take you out on a date.” He yelps when his hand slips, causing him to tumble over.

Dan instantly bursts into a fit of giggles. “You know what? Just for that, I’ll take you up on that offer,”

Phil perks up, and he looks at Dan. “Wait, really? I just made myself look like a-”

“So, I think you’re cute, Phil. You’re also really nice to me every time I come in here,” Dan says. “So, yes. I’ll go on a date with you. I’ll give you my number and you can text me the details?”

Phil smiles, relieved that Dan’s still willing to give him a chance. “Yeah. We can do that. I’m really looking forward to it,” he says. Even though it may have been raining all day and there were very few customers, at least Dan still showed up and turned Phil’s day around.

[purplesurveys]

1916

Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?by ausmuh

01. What would you say your favorite day in history is, or a day you find interesting? If you could, would you travel back in time to experience or witness it? Rizal's execution, I guess? It was taught to death in schools (rightfully so), so I guess I'm just naturally curious how that day went for the those who were alive at the time. Was the mood somber everywhere? What were my countrypeople feeling? Did they think all hope was lost for the Philippines by that point? What happened immediately after? things like that I can't help but think about.

02. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever had an obsession with? Do you still like that thing? I'm not ashamed of things I enjoyed at one point.

03. Describe the last movie you watched, but do not give its title. The next person who takes this survey must try to guess the film that the previous survey-taker watched. You may give hints, such as the actors and actresses that starred in the film, the director, the year the film was made, etc. Then the guesser has to describe the last movie they watched, and so on and so forth. David Dastmalchian is a struggling TV show host who pulls out all the arcane stops for a pivotal sweeps-week Halloween episode. Nightmare scenarios ensue. ^ Unfamiliar with the plot, but a quick Google search tells me this is likely to be Late Night with the Devil(?). Hahaha. Anyway, my last movie sees Nicolas Hoult being a mega-dick in a swanky fine dining dinner set curated by Voldemort. Things get hilariously weird, people die. Anya Taylor Joy orders the most delicious-looking cheeseburger.

04. If you could draw any place that you could be magically transported into, what would you draw? What would you do there? I'd draw a field that never ends where all my pets can run around freely. Kimi is there, and he's playing with Cooper, Agi, Miki, Max, and Arlee.

05. Do you have the LiveJournal app downloaded onto your phone? No, I don't use it.

06. Have you ever played any of the Animal Crossing games? Do you have the new game, or do you plan on buying it? Nope and nope.

07. Do you talk to anyone from Xanga or LiveJournal on anything other than those two websites? If so, who do you talk to and through what? No, but I also don't actively keep in touch with my mutuals here. It's cool enough for me that we're tracking our own lives on our feeds.

08. Has anyone ever showed up at your doorstep unexpectedly (besides people selling things and Jehovah's Witnesses)? If so, who was the last person to do so, and why were they there? It was just the roaming security guards letting us know there'll be a power outage the following day and to prepare accordingly, lol.

09. When was the last time you were nauseous? Do you know what caused the feeling of nausea? Like a month or two ago. I felt weak and pale the entire afternoon and evening – immediately felt better as soon as I threw up. Turned out to be food poisoning because I accidentally drank coffee with old milk.

10. Are you embarrassed when you make a grammatical error, whether it's in a paper for school, a survey, or a conversation? I'm very conscious about grammar and tbh never make mistakes. I always catch them immediately, especially when it's written/typed.

11. Describe the last outfit you saw that you really liked, or if you want, post a picture. That I wore? It was just this cute ensemble of a windbreaker + tube top + high waist jeans I wore a week ago when I watched Seventeen in the cinema. I felt like a college student again hehe.

12. What was the last late night show you watched? Do you regularly watch these types of shows? Who is your favorite late night TV host? No clue. I only watch them when BTS/a BTS member is on, lol.

13. What brand of earbuds / earphones do you own? Do you like them? I have Airpods, and yes I love them. My parents got them for me :)

14. Did you ever think you were going to get into a car crash? Did you or didn't you, and why did you think this? Were you the passenger or the driver? Yeah, there was one instance in college where I was going relatively fast and the car in front of me suddenly braked. I knew it was going to be bad for my car, but I braked with every power on my leg in an attempt to not hit it; I was successful, but it was still stupid close.

I was pretty shaken up, and once I parked I had to spend a few minutes in the car to absorb everything and Go Back To Earth.

15. What is the most annoying thing your friend does? Do you ever call them out on it? I don't find Angela annoying. We're pretty much at that point where we're set to be best friends and sisters for life. We haven't bickered since we were like 11.

16. Do you have a journal or diary that you write in on a daily or weekly basis? Did you used to keep one as a kid? Just this one. My sister and a co-worker also got me journals with writing prompts on them, but I've been absolutely horrible with updating them. I do so when I have the extra time.

17. For special occasions, do you make cards for others, or do you purchase them? I never send out cards.

18. Do you have difficulty swallowing pills? How often do you take them? Not usually, but they do freak me out still every time I need to take them because I'm always worried that it'd take me forever to push them down.

19. In your dreams, do you mostly see things through your own eyes, or do you see yourself through a third person view? Always through my own POV.

20. Can you remember the last time you saw a rainbow? June.

21. What month of this year has been the best for you so far? What was so nice or special about it? What about the worst month? I really liked June. We went to Vietnam and also got to throw a surprise party for my dad's parents.

Worst were undoubtedly April and August. Just a bunch of work that needed to be done, and I barely got a weekend out of them both.

22. Do you have a Vine account? Who are your favorite Vine users that you follow? You bet I had a Vine account, hahaha. I didn't have favorite users per se; I just had favorite Vines. My top fave will always be "...A child."

23. Have you ever tried poutine? (Have you ever even heard of it?) Never tried it, would LOVE to.

24. Do you have any plants or flowers in your house? What kinds? Do you like having plants in your home? My mom does, but I'm not familiar with any of them. I'm not a big fan of plants.

25. What was the last e-mail you sent in regard to? Removing any work-related stuff, last email was just about a BTS album I ordered and me thanking the shop after they updated me that my order was already arranged for shipping.

[erodasfishtacos]

HSLOT WASHINGTON D.C.

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Despite Harry being less than active on social media, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t creep through Instagram and Twitter after the shows.

He used a fake account to scroll, constantly liking pictures and videos of his wife dancing or funny fan signs to his phone.

Tonight, after the Philly show, YN was already fast asleep in their tour bus bed - she had curled into Harry with her leg between his and her head on his bicep.

Harry was trending on Twitter for his show, however, he scrolled a bit further and noticed that a hashtag called #JusticeforYN was trending.

When he clicked on the link, it took him down a rabbit hole of screenshots and videos from the concert.

It doesn’t take long to see what had happened, it was a girl recording herself on Snapchat from the pit during the concert.

The ‘fan’ held up her phone enough that you could see her but also YN, Jeff, Harry Lambert, and Tommy in the background behind the pit.

Adore You started blasting through his AirPod and the girl recorded his wife dancing with their friends - he gets distracted for a moment, watching her have fun and sing along.

He loved her so fucking much.

But then, it’s the next clip, and the captioned text on the video said ‘Harry’s Whore.’

The small smile on his face disappears instantly when he sees where this is going.

In the next few segments, the girl is screaming things at YN who can’t even hear them because of the music but it’s still completely disrespectful.

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

“Get the fuck outta here, nobody wants you here!”

“Fuck you!”

It makes Harry rage, even from the comfort of his bunk with his perfect love, and then he digs deeper to find his real fans defending YN.

YN was pretty loved by the fans. She was always kind, posted pictures of Harry (because he rarely did), and made really kickass merch.

He finds the Twitter account of the girl who harassed his wife, her name was Gina, and he read through her tweets.

She was going to three more of the concerts - following them from Philly to Detroit.

One of her tweets said…

‘If you guys are mad about what I said during the last concert, just wait what I have to say to her next time.’

And he also finds out that she had won a meet and greet for the DC show through the record label and Harry already knew what he was gonna do.

-

YN wakes up before Harry, sitting in the small living area of the bus - watching a cooking show on the television and still slightly dozing in and out of sleep.

“Hi bun,” She mumbles, opening her arms and legs to let Harry flop between them. Chest to chest and he was a bit to heavy for this but he liked laying like this.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry rasps, peppering kisses all over her jaw and the smooth column of her neck until she giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be saying good morning to your whore on tour?” YN replies, her voice is light and unbothered - obviously found out the online drama.

Harry tenses up, looks up at her seriously, and tells her, “M’gonna take care of it.”

“Don’t, it’s fine, bubs,” YN assures him, she’s smiling softly and Harry just…he is so obsessed with the woman below him that he has to kiss her for a long moment.

“No, it’s not. I’m not going t’let someone treat m’wife like that. She won tha’ meet and greet. I’m gonna have a talk w’her when she comes backstage,” Harry tells her, lips brushing on every word and he can help but grind his hips forward against her.

“Always so horny in the morning,” Yn teases but still lets her thighs fall open a little bit more so that the only barrier is their underwear.

“Can y’blame me? Look wha’ I wake up to,” He rumbles, voice getting illogically deeper and raspier when he speaks.

It’s not long before he tugs his briefs down just enough and her panties to the side to get inside her with his lips glued to hers.

He’s whispering things that would make him blush with embarrassment if anyone heard him.

“Can’t believe y’mine after all this time.”

“Y’my perfect match, on m’knees for you whenever you ask.”

“Arena full of people and all I see is you, baby.”

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

“Come on, stubborn girl. Show me y’love me.”

-

Harry looks insanely stunning in his purple outfit but honestly - YN always steals the show (without even trying). ***

They’re in a common area, waiting for the meet and greet with the fans - it’s comical how Gina’s face drops when she arrives to see Harry facing away from everyone with YN giggle as he crowds her up against a wall.

They can hear Harry murmur, “Y’alway showin’ me up. Only gonna be able to look at y’during the show, bug.”

“Harry,” Jeff calls to his client, making him turn around and his eyes instantly search the small groups of fans until his eyes land on a girl dressed in a bright pink fishnet dress and boa.

“You,” Harry points at her, his face isn’t giving away any emotion, “Can I have a chat w’you?”

“S-sure,” She stutters, eyes wide and excited - oblivious that Harry actually knows what she had been posted on social media.

The singer takes her off to the side, YN’s eyes keep darting to them as she chats with the friendly fans who are complimenting her dress and her merch designs.

Frank is standing near Harry, prepared to escort the girl out after the conversation.

“Can we get a selfie?” Gina asks, pulling out her cellphone.

“No,” Harry replies seriously, “You also are going to get escorted out of this arena and banned from any of my future concerts.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stumbles, eyes watering as she looks at him in confusion and dismay.

“I need to make this a safe space for everyone who comes to my concerts. That especially includes m’wife. And I don’t feel comfortable havin’ someone scream at m’wife and posting nasty things on social media attending my concert.”

Realization flashes across Gina’s face, “I’m so so sorry. I can apologize. I really didn’t mean-“

“No. I don’t think my whore of a wife would want to hear it,” Harry chuckles with a nasty edge, “Y’can fuck off now. Go find a new artist to harass ‘cause if I see y’face at one of m’concerts - y’getting kicked out immediately.”

Frank appears beside them, gently guiding the hysterical girl out of the room while the fans look back in confusion.

They forget all about it once Harry saunters up to them and gives them a crooked smile, “Hi, m’Harry. How are y’guys?”

The fans don’t miss his hand moving quickly to squeeze his wife’s hip in reassurance before starting to sign things and take pictures.

-

Later that night, the disgruntled ‘fan’ sends out a nasty few tweets where real fans go after her and defend YN.

Also, the true fans are cooing over the fact that Harry is such a good husband.

haleyhs22: omg, could you imagine being called out by the nicest guy on this earth

tpwkjess_young: okay but I wish I had the luck that @ynstyles has to get a manz like that 😩

UsWeekly: Harry Styles bans ignorant fan from tour after nasty videos were leaked attacking his wife

strawberriesinsummer: harry is such a VIBE. Like he deadass kicked that girl out and then spent the whole night trying to seduce his wife with his shimmies and winks - he’s the hoe 🍑

-

[laladellakang]

In My Bag

enhypen 8th female member masterlist

wattpad | open requests / ask della!

(italics dialogue = english) (bold + [ ] = video captions)

"Lala," Jay said in a cute voice. Della sat beside him, placing a blanket on her lap and her bag on the table. Since Sunghoon, Jake and her always sit next to each other, Della's turn is after Jake and before Sunghoon.

"First and one of the most important, bujo," Della said, taking out her navy bullet journal.

"Of course," the members nodded at her.

"I plan everything here, if a member is confused about our schedule or something, it's all written here," she explained, giving it to Jay so he could have a look at it.

[#INFJ_essentials]

"Look at this," he showed the camera a quote that Della wrote by hand. "It always seems impossible until it's done," he read out loud.

[DELLA is skillful at typography]

"What does that mean?" Jungwon asked.

"It always seems impossible until it's done," Della translated.

[Quotes inspire DELLA to be better]

"Ah, that's a nice quote."

"Next, octopus," Della took out her reversible moody octopus plushie. The members laughed and awed at their baby. "If I'm ever upset at the boys, I can just-" she cut herself off to flip the plushie into a mad expression, making the members laugh more.

[#Moody_baby]

"She actually does that! It's so cute!" Sunoo exclaimed.

"Usually she pouts when she does it, like-" Heeseung cut himself off to demonstrate, which was followed with a lot of 'that's right's. "It's so cute!"

[The members have seen it a lot]

"It doesn't actually happen often, but I like bringing it just in case," Della smiled widely.

"Deodorant, perfume and toothbrush, of course," she took them all out in one go.

"Portable charger," she held the pink square up. "-but I barely use it."

"Honey!" she exclaimed, excitedly showing her bottle of honey. The boys laughed and questioned her why. "Like Jake, this helps with my throat," she explained.

[DELLA's go-to remedy for sore throat]

"Ah, yes you've been using honey since I-Land," Sunghoon pointed out.

"Yes but I guess it's also for Jay-oppa, just in case he feels stressed," Della smiled at Jay, passing him the bottle. He smiled at her and felt his heart swell.

[#Considerate_baby]

"Thank you," Jay said affectionately.

"Airpods pro," she said, stretching out the 'o.' "I have an ENHYPEN keychain," she showed off.

"Eyy," they teased, flustering Della. They do so but everyone knows how flattered they are.

[#ENHYPEN's_number_one_fan]

"Vitamins!" she took out all her small vitamin bottles. "C, D, multi vitamin, collagen, supplements," she listed, smacking the bottles on the table in order.

[Health conscious so she can be on the top of her game]

"Why do you have so many vitamins?!" Della was laughing at the members' reactions. Sunoo and her have a lot of vitamins. The room was a mess for a few seconds before eventually calming down.

"Moving on! This is a pouch for the smaller stuff," she introduced.

"Liptint, lip balm, eye drops, hair ties, hand sanitizer, a pen.." she listed, bringing out the contents.

"My ID!” she confidently showed the camera. Jay quickly protected her and hid the card with his hand.

[#Baby_proudly_showing_off]

"Why do you bring your ID?!" Sunghoon questioned with a chuckle.

"Why don't you guys have your ID with you?" she questioned back. "It's for emergencies!"

[#ID_is_an_essential]

"I brought mine, too!" Sunoo jumped in. Della looked back to quickly give him a high five.

[#03z]

"03z," she smirked.

"Then feminine products that I can't show and my phones," Della took out both of her phones and finished her 'tour.'

"Wow," Jay clapped before the video cuts to a shot of the things Della showed earlier.

[Moody moody octopus]

[DELLA's bag]

della:

hybe's editor: BABY

DELLA CARRIES AROUND THE MOODY OCTOPUS PLS- 😭😭

Della really loves the members a lot. The way she looks and cares for them like how she packs Jay honey or keeps asking questions so the members talk more. No wonder they're so whipped for her

della always looks so strong, i didn't know she had to drink that many vitamins ☹️

It's confirmed. Della does have two phones

why is no one talking about della's handwritten quote? ITS SO PRETTY

The admiration on Jay's face when Della said the honey was also for him 😩😩

03z having similar items is so cute

NOT DELLA CONFIDENTLY SHOWING HER ID

another episode of della finding everything heeseung does funny

della's outfits are always top tier

THE WAY JAY WAS STARING AT HER MY JELLA HEART 😭💗

[sundaysundaes]

Drunk Antics

Mark Lee X Reader, ft. Johnny | Smut, Fluff | 5.8k | College AU

Summary: After being caught having sex with your previously virgin boyfriend, you thought Mark and your brother Johnny would never get along. That is until your boy comes back to your room in the drunkest state he’s ever been after a short trip to the bar with his Johnny-hyung, asking you to try new tricks he’s learned from the Master of Sex.

Sort of a continuation from Our First Time but can be read separately.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, drunk unprotected sex. For the sake of the very little plot there is, Mark is intoxicated in this fic so his consent may be unclear. Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.

“You forgot that you borrowed his AirPods?!” Your boyfriend is shrieking in whispers, doe eyes shaking in fear and horror as he kneels on your bed, trying to shamelessly hog every inch of your blanket to cover his body.

Mark is so drowning in panic that he doesn’t even notice that you, in fact, are still naked. “I was going to use them before to work on my assignment,” you try to reason, “but then you came so I kind of forgot about them.”

“Kind of?!” He screeches. “I agreed to have sex with you because I thought you were sure that he had his AirPods on!”

You stare at him flatly. “You’re making me feel like I just took advantage of you.”

“I am feeling like you just took advantage of me!”

“You just lost your virginity, I think you have to thank me instead.”

“Babe,” Mark grabs both of your shoulders, staring with wide eyes as if there’s a ghost lurking behind your back but he’s trying his best to calm you down (though he’s pretty much shitting his own pants). “You should’ve remembered that you took his AirPods. He heard us.”

“Mark,” you imitate his tone mockingly, taking a hold of his shoulders in the same manner. “It would’ve been super weird if I thought about my brother when I have my hot boyfriend rubbing his dick against my ass.”

Distracted, a sheepish smile forms on his face. “You think I’m hot?” But he shakes himself awake on the next second, going back to yanking out his hair with both hands. “No, wait—what am I going to do—your brother heard us having sex—I can’t—”

“I heard my brother having sex all the time.” You shrug nonchalantly. “Sometimes even when he’s alone in his room, which is gross.”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT—”

“Guys?” Johnny’s knocks on the door are becoming more impatient. “I swear to God, if you two go back to sucking each other off, I’m going to throw Mark under the bus and run him over myself.“

Mark’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Did you hear that?!”

You roll your eyes in response, reaching out to the table beside your bed and snatch Johnny’s AirPods from inside the drawer. “Here,” you hand it over to Mark.

Your boyfriend reacts as if you just handed him a bowl of hot lava and he fumbles with his hands, shoving the AirPods back to you with so much horror in his eyes. “Why are you giving me this—no—no—”

“Mark, honey.” You gently smile, pushing the thing back in the most motherly way you can manage. “I’m covered in cum—your cum, in case you forgot—and you’re hogging all the blanket—“

“No—”

“Also, I’m sweaty and gross. Can you please be a man for once and let me take my shower? You can still join me afterward.”

“Babe!” You can tell he’s about to throw up out of fear but he’s just so cute, you can’t help but keep teasing him about it. “This is not fair—he’s going to kill me! And what do you mean ‘for once’, am I—“

“Okay, guys, any day now.” Your brother, Johnny, calls again from the other side of the door. “If one of you don’t come out and hand me back my AirPods in the next ten seconds, I am literally going to call the police.”

Mark nearly jumps out of his own skin. “What?!”

“Oh, shut up, Johnny,” you shout back, mouthing calming words to your boyfriend who looks like he’s seconds away from fainting. “You’re not going to do that and we both know it!”

“But I am going to call our Mom.”

“That he might do,” you say, wincing a little at Mark. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower.” You lean forward to give him a peck on his cheek. “Good luck, babe.” And you sprint off to the bathroom inside your room, all while holding out your best not to cackle loudly.

“Where are you going—Baby, get back here!” You can hear Mark protesting in whispers, but you just send him flying kisses and a wink, and shut the bathroom door behind you.

Mark’s soul is leaving his body, he can feel it. And that’s okay, because Johnny is going to kill him anyway. But when the older man really starts to count to ten, Mark jumps out of the bed, tripping approximately three times as he tries his best to dress himself back in his own clothes while muttering the words “shit” and “fuck” repetitively under his breath.

When he’s sure he looks less fucked than before, Mark opens the door, breathing hard as if he just did the worst workout in his life.

“H-hey,” Mark starts, attempting to throw his best look-at-me-I’m-a-good-boy-who-did-not-just-fuck-your-sister-when-you-were-around smile at the other man. “How’s it going, man?” His voice breaks in the middle of his line and he winces as he tries to calculate the least painful death options he can commit.

Johnny unenthusiastically gazes back at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m… smiling at you?”

“Don’t. You look like a serial killer.”

“S-sorry, I’m—“ Mark’s eyes start searching everywhere but Johnny’s eyes as he feels his own feet turning into jelly. “I guess I’m nervous.”

“Nervous? Why?” Johnny places his hands inside the pocket of his jeans, looking way too intimidating for your boyfriend to handle. “Because you just had sex with my sister while I’m in the house?”

Mark’s jaw is almost dislocating from his face from how wide he opens his mouth. “I—I, umm—“ He clears his throat, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead. “S-so, you really heard us, huh?” He tries to laugh it off, which he soon regrets from the way Johnny’s eyes are throwing daggers at him.

“Yeah, well,” Johnny shrugs, “My ears don’t have on-and-off buttons that I can switch whenever I want. I used to have my AirPods to do that job, but she borrowed them to help her concentrate while doing her assignment.” He gives out a sly grin, almost mockingly. “Little did I know that her assignment was you.”

If he didn’t feel like dying before, Mark is sure as hell feeling it now. “I’m so sorry—I swear, she told me you had them—I also thought you were downstairs—“

“Yeah, I do go upstairs from time to time, you know, ‘cause my room is over there,” he dully replies, nudging his head to the end of the corridor, where his room is located next to yours.

Mark’s entire body shudders in horror. “Dude, I didn’t know—I thought that was a storage room—oh God—”

“Don’t call me dude. I’m not your dude.”

“Fuck—sorry, you’re right—I’m—“ He’s hyperventilating by this point. “Is there any place in this house where I can kill myself?”

“You can try jumping off my balcony,” Johnny answers in the most casual way that Mark begins to question whether he’s really being serious about it.

“G-great, I’ll put that in my options,” is all Mark has to say. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing, bud.” Johnny yawns, offering one hand to the other man which Mark stupidly enough stares in confusion before he takes a hold of it and gives it a sweaty handshake. Johnny switches his gaze from Mark’s face to their hands before he brings back to stare at him straight in the eyes and says, “My AirPods, you idiot.”

“FUCK—“ Mark is so embarrassed that he stumbles on his feet, knocks the side of his head against the door frame, and does a silent scream when the pain jolts to his entire body.

“Man, I wish I had my phone ready to record all of that,” Johnny comments.

Mark is too much in pain to recognize his mumbling. He fumbles with the AirPods in his hand, shoving them to Johnny’s chest. “Shit, I don’t know why I thought you wanted a handshake—here—oh my God—I’m so sorry—“

Even Johnny seems a little bit amused at his antics by this point. “Thanks,” he says, tucking the AirPods inside the pocket of his jeans. “You have some time to spare?”

Mark gulps. “Are you going to kill me?”

“Not until the end of the day.” Johnny says, and Mark laughs a little bit too loud and a little bit too hard and by the way Johnny smiles, he still can’t tell whether he’s joking or not. “Come on, let’s go have a drink.”

“Umm I-I don’t think I should—“

“Not a request, Mark.”

“Yes sir, on my way!” And he knocks himself once again against the door frame as he rushes forward to follow his steps.

“Also, Mark?”

“Yes?”

“Your shirt’s inside out.”

***

“Mark?” Your voice is answered by the silence of your room. You’re feeling a little bit dizzy from the hot shower you just took. You took a bit long in the bathroom, waiting for Mark to come and join you with a cute pout on his lips and tears in his eyes (that’s how you imagined him to be anyway) but your boyfriend, it turns out, was not even in your room. You put on your clothes—a knitted navy blue sweater with sleeves a little bit too long for your arms and a simple pair of jeans—and head downstairs, searching your house but nobody comes to answer. Sighing, you go back to your room and try to call his cellphone but immediately feel disappointed when his ringtone comes from under the bed.

“Great, he forgot his cellphone,” you mutter to yourself, picking his phone up and throws it on the bed. “Did he really run home without telling me?” The image of Mark panicking and running away from your house like his life depends on it sure does look like it’s something he does out of shame. But judging by how great your previous sex activity was, you figure that he’s probably going to go back to you sooner or later. He also has his phone to retrieve anyway.

So it’s time for you to actually get some work done. There’s no other reason for you to run away from your goddamn thesis and the day is getting late. After having some ramyun for dinner, you finally begin working on your assignment.

It’s hard to start, but a few minutes after you get your head to it, you start losing track of time. You’re finally done with your work (most of it anyway), already closing your laptop and place it back on your backpack, when your door abruptly swings open, showing your boyfriend’s face with the biggest grin on his face.

“Baby, I’m home,” he says in a sing-song voice, a bit slurry and a little high pitched. Before you can say anything—too busy trying to figure out how high he is judging from the dopey look on his face—Mark is giggling and walks closer to you. “You know,” he says, placing a hand on your desk and leaning close enough for you to know that he reeks of alcohol. “I just had the greatest day of my life today. And it’s all because. of. you.” He pokes your nose repetitively between every word.

“Mark—“

“Are you hungry? I’m hungry. Do you want some pancakes, because man, I’d love some pancakes—“

“What, are you drunk?” The answer is obvious but you ask anyway.

“No, I’m Mark.” He grins, chuckling at his lousy joke.

“You are so drunk.”

“And you,” he snickers, pinching one of your cheeks, “are so cute~”

You swat his hand away. “Where have you been?”

“I went to a bar with your brother,” he giggles again, playfully massaging your shoulders. “He’s so coooool~”

“What?!”

“Yeah, he’s, like, so tall and, like, so fit.” You can’t believe you’re hearing your boyfriend fangirling over your brother. “And he knows a lot of stuff—like, a lot a lot.”

You certainly have to kick Johnny in the shins after this. “How—why—I thought you were—“

“Babe, you’re rambling.”

You can’t believe you’re turning into him, so you clear your throat and try again. “How drunk are you exactly?”

“Drunk enough to know that this,” he stops to pick up the fishbowl you placed on the bedside table—where Marky the Goldfish is sleeping with its eyes open—and lifts it up to his face, “water cannot be drunk but drunk enough to contemplate about doing it.”

You make a face. “Leave Marky alone.”

“Why did you name it after me?”

“Because it’s dumb. Like you.”

“Huh, can’t really argue with that.” He snorts, placing the fishbowl back to the table and tripping on his feet as he does so—spilling some water from the side but thank God, your fish is safe and alive, though probably also a little bit drunk because of that sudden… turbulence.

“Oops,” he giggles, “Sorry, Marky.” He doesn’t look regretful in the slightest. You stare at him in silence, unconsciously judging him with all you have and usually, he would start becoming nervous and fumbling with his words but now, he just looks at you like you’re the best thing that ever happened to him and rushes forward.

“Man, I love you.” He tackles you into a hug, almost sending you toppling down your chair, “I love you so much. Have I said that today?”

This is certainly not the way you imagined your first confession to be like, especially coming from Mark who’s usually shy and too childish to admit his feelings. “No, you haven’t,” you retort. “Ever.”

“What, really?” His eyes are perfectly round and wide, actually surprised about it. “Shit, I’m sorry. Come here.” He pulls you up to your feet, cradling you into his arms, hands flailing all over your body before they finally rest on your waist. “I can’t believe we had sex and I didn’t even tell you that. I’m so sorry.” He leans back, putting some space between you so he can stare directly into your eyes. “I love you. I’ve always been for a while. I’m so in love with you that I can barely concentrate whenever you’re around.”

You wish he wasn’t drunk out of his mind because those words, those lines, could have been so romantic but even though he looks romantic, you’re not sure whether he’s being one hundred percent conscious about it.

“Okay, let’s talk about this again when you’re sober.” You tap his cheek with one hand and pinch it when he whines. “Have you even taken a shower yet?”

“Yeah, this morning.” He smiles dreamily at you, kissing the inside of your palm. You can’t believe how bold and greasy he becomes when he’s drunk. “And yesterday. And the day before that. And—”

“Okaaaay.” You shut him up by placing your hand above his mouth, which he licks like a little puppy, earning a surprised yelp from you. “Mark!”

“Babe!” He imitates before throwing himself to the bed, laughing at your face. “Come here, join me in my bed.”

“That’s my bed.”

“Isn’t that what I said?”

You exhale loudly, rolling your eyes. “I don’t think you can go home at this state. Your mom would kill me.”

“But I’m already home,” he says, crawling toward you until he kneels at the edge of the bed, face to face with you. “Home is wherever the heart is, right? And my heart is with you.”

You curse yourself inwardly for having your heart flutter at his embarrassing line and you hate yourself even more when he notices you’re blushing.

“Whatever. Just take a shower and get some sleep.” You walk back to your desk, flipping around the pages of your textbook. “I still have two chapters to read.”

You can hear your boyfriend huffing behind you, but try your best to ignore him. It’s an impossible feat, it turns out, when Mark sneaks up behind you, circling his arms around your shoulders and peppers few kisses down the side of your neck.

“Mark—“

“You smell so good.” He inhales deeply, burying his nose in the strands of your hair. Standing up, you turn around to face him so you can protest and push him away but the look on his face makes you freeze.

“You’re so cute,” he says, running his hand up from the curve of your neck to cup your cheek. “And You’re so pretty. And hot. You’re so…” He begins staring at your lips, eyes unfocused. “Hot.”

You can tell it’s coming but when he kisses you, almost hungrily, it feels like he’s snatching your breath away. “Mark, wait—”

“Not waiting,” he murmurs against your lips, pulling your hand over his shoulder so you’re forced to lean your entire weight against his chest. Mark’s calloused hands travel down your body, wrapping both against the back of your thighs and lifts them up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. You follow his lead though still not entirely convinced that you should continue this.

Mark kicks your sliding chair away with one leg and places you down on your desk. He roughly pushes all your papers and textbooks to the end of the table, making enough space where you can sit facing him, with your legs tangling around his waist.

You have spent a decent amount of time kissing Mark over the months you’ve been dating, but only now that you have the chance to kiss him when he’s drunk and you’re aware just how much you’ve been missing.

The drunk version of Mark Lee unexpectedly kisses much more slowly compared to the sober version of Mark Lee, and if you thought fast, passionate kisses were hot, then these slow, deep kisses are sending actual shivers down your spine.

Mark has his right hand cupping your cheek, rubbing comforting circles on your skin with his thumb, while his other one is around your waist, slipping his fingers underneath the hem of your sweater. He angles your head to the side, and his parting lips fit like a perfect puzzle piece with yours. There’s a shy trace of his tongue along your bottom lip, as he nibbles at it slowly and he lets out this small moan as he does it as if it’s something he’s been wanting to do for years and just finally able to do it now.

He tastes like alcohol and you’re not particularly fond of it but the more he kisses you, the more you think it doesn’t matter because he still somewhat tastes like how Mark usually does and you always love the way he tastes on your tongue.

He drags your chin down with his thumb, tasting you a little bit deeper and as he presses his hips against yours, his breathing becomes ragged and you just realize that you probably have a kink for all of this stuff because holy mother of God, this is just so hot.

“Mark,” you sigh as he moves away to kiss your ear, warm lips pressing against your earlobe. He hums in a low, breathy voice that you’ve never heard him do and it makes your stomach flip. “Mark, you’re drunk.” It’s more like a reminder to yourself because you know that as the sober one, you have to put a stop to this but what can you do when he has his tongue tracing against your skin and his soft moans vibrating through your ears?

“Baby,” he whispers, pulling away a little so you can see his eyes and fuck, it’s the biggest mistake you’ve made today—bigger than forgetting that you borrowed Johnny’s AirPods. His eyes are half-lidded, utterly filled with lust and the way he licks his bottom lip as he stares at you has you breathless. He leans closer, as if he’s about to kiss you again, and whispers, “Don’t you want me?”

You remember that you said the same thing earlier to him that day and it makes you think how karma is a fucking bitch. You secretly wonder whether you have the same effect on him because Mark is being so irresistible right now and he successfully makes you throw all of your reasoning to the back of your head.

“Fuck this,” you claim under your breath, pulling him down to you by the neck and crush your mouth together. You can feel your boyfriend smiling into the kiss, and the sounds of your wet kisses make your heartbeat go crazy.

“Take off your shirt,” you command, already grabbing the end of his shirt and struggling as you try to pull it over his head. Mark helps, chuckling a little bit and when it’s off, he has his lips against your neck again. His teeth are prickling against your skin, sucking it until it’s bruised and you have to remind yourself to be angry about it later—because you have classes tomorrow and what if anyone sees that nasty hickey on your neck?—but right now, you just want him to mark you over and over again.

Mark starts to unbutton your jeans, pulling the zipper down and you use your free hand and legs to shake your pants off. It’s not easy, and you almost kick your boyfriend in the face while doing so, but he laughs it off and kisses you again. You can tell how hard he is when he presses himself against you, and you’re eager to put him out of his misery but he suddenly pulls away, saying, “Wait, let me do this first,” and he kneels on the floor, his face right between your legs.

You can feel your breath hitched when he runs his fingers on the inside part of your thighs, his lips follow soon after. He slips his fingers around the edge of your panties and pulls them down. You suddenly feel so exposed to the way he’s looking at you so you pull the end of your sweater down, trying to cover your thighs as much as you can.

“Why are you so shy?” Mark says, taking your hand away and pressing his lips against your palm. His eyes never leave yours and they twinkle in the most teasing way. “You weren’t shy about this before.”

“Stop looking at it too much,” you reply nervously, can’t help but to blush about it. “I feel weird.”

Mark chuckles, airily and soft. “Sorry, I just didn’t have the chance to really see you before,” he explains, one hand unconsciously rubbing your thigh, trying to calm you down. “Can I eat you out?”

Sober Mark will definitely not say anything like this—hell, sober Mark will probably faint just thinking about saying stuff like this—which is why you’re becoming even more nervous and excited at the same time.

“Baby?” Mark calls, smiling softly. “I kind of asked you a question.”

Fuck me. “Yes,” you breathe out, and you realize he was just messing with you before but who the fuck cares right now.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mark, please.” You can hear yourself whining and you hate yourself for it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. “Please eat me out, Mark.”

He smiles in the sexiest way that you don’t think it’s possible—like seriously, who is this guy?—biting his lower lip as he does so and if he keeps doing that, you figure he doesn’t even have to eat you out to make you come undone.

He presses his lips near your heat, whispering, “Good girl,” before he places his mouth on the exact spot you want him to be.

“Fuck,” you hiss, biting your own lip as you see his head move between your legs. Mark has his eyes closed, repeating what he has learned earlier that day and does the thing you like the most. When he locks his eyes with yours, you almost choke out a sob.

“Mark,” you try to keep your voice down in whispers but Mark is so good that it feels much easier to work on your goddamn stupid thesis rather than holding back your moan.

“Mmm.” The way he moans at the back of his throat as if he’s having the best time of his life makes you weak and you press your thighs together without knowing. Mark places his hands on each side of your thighs and spreads your legs wide apart, allowing himself to be even closer and making you feel way more exposed. You have to grip your desk with both hands to keep yourself from falling.

“Okay, no, stop—“ You find yourself breathing hard, pushing him back by the shoulder and he raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Was it not good?” He asks and you curse inwardly.

“Mark,” You grab him by the silver necklace he has around his neck, pulling him up so you’re face-to-face. “I’m about to come, what do you think?”

“Really?” He looks impressed with himself. “Then, why did you stop me?”

You tangle your legs around his waist, bringing him close and grind your hips against his. “You know why.”

Mark’s thin lips part in a silent moan, whispering, “Fuck,” under his breath but he tries to keep his composure. “No, I don’t,” he says, teasing you though he doesn’t look like he’s able to hold himself back long. “Babe, I literally just lost my virginity a few hours ago. You have to tell me what you want.”

“Mark.”

“Babe.”

You scowl at him and scowl harder when he has this shit-eating grin on his face, and if your eyes could throw daggers, he’d be in so much pain right now. But Mark is making a sound between a giggle and a snort, which is rather cute but you still kick him in the stomach for playing with you at a time like this. “Mark, come on! I want you to fuck me!”

He takes a hold of your thigh, leaning down to place kisses under your ear. “And where do you want me to fuck you, exactly?” He whispers, purposely making an mmm sound as he sucks on your earlobe. “Should we move to the bed?”

“No, fuck, just do it here.” You unbuckle his belt, pushing his jeans and boxer down to around his thighs, low enough for you to stroke his member and position it toward your entrance. “Mark, just put your cock inside me.”

It seems like he’s beginning to lose his mind over how desperate you are actually begging him. You guide him toward you, making sure he’s not doing anything wrong and when he pushes inside, you just have to bite on his shoulder to muffle your moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, eyes closing shut as he grips on your thighs, nails sinking into the skin almost painfully. “I couldn’t remember whether you were you this tight before but—oh God—”

His movements are still a bit sloppy, but soon he finds the pace you both like and maintains it. When he sees you throwing your head back in pleasure, he grins to himself and lifts your sweater up to your chest. You help him take it off, unclasping your bra with so much effort as he continues pounding into you.

He’s so consumed by the sight of your breasts bouncing up and down matching his thrusts until he can’t take it anymore. “Babe, can I go a little bit rough?”

“Wha—fuck!” It’s your luck that you don’t slam your head against the wall from the sudden force Mark is thrusting into you. He has his mouth on your breast, moving his hips much quicker than before,  and moaning your name several times under his breath. The desk is clearly making a sound as it bumps against the wall but you don’t care—your parents are out of town and Johnny already heard you two before anyway. You can just apologize to him tomorrow.

Mark suddenly changes position, lifting one of your legs up in the air while keeping the other down so he can slide in deeper. “Johnny-hyung told me to try this,” he says with a smirk on his face. He’s breathing quite hard, just like you. He kisses the side of your ankle once before he lays your leg on his shoulder. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

When he moves his hips again, with so much force that you have to hold on to the table, you’re pretty much just screaming his name. Mark’s bangs are sticking to his skin as beads of sweat start to form on his temple, and he pushes his hair back with one hand, chanting your name like a prayer and recording every expression you make in his mind.

You can handle his movements but you’re sure the skin around your waist is going to bruise tomorrow from how hard he’s holding you. You’re getting distracted by the way the muscles on his abs flex with every movement that it catches you off guard when he suddenly says, “I love you,” between his soft moans. You shudder at his words, leaning forward to wrap your fingers around his arm, begging for support. “Mark, you’re not fair—“ The rest of your sentence dies when he hits the spot that makes you see stars.

It’s a little bit embarrassing for you, the much more experienced one, to come undone before he does but Mark doesn’t stop, even if you beg him to. “Hold on to me,” he says, smashing his lips against yours and adding, “Just a little bit more, baby,” between kisses.

When he’s finished, your back and legs are aching so much that he has to carry you onto the bed. Mark shakes his pants off before he slides under the blanket next to you. He asks whether you want to shower and you shake your head. “Tomorrow. I can barely stand right now, to be honest,” you comment which earns a light chuckle from him.

You both sigh out loud, staring at the ceiling and trying the process what the fuck just happened.

“Mark?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I know it’s bad for your health, but do you think you can get drunk more often?”

He giggles at that, turning to his side so he can face you. He looks so sleepy and you let him caress your face with his fingers with the little energy he has left. “Thank you for today,” he says, smiling dreamily. He leans closer to press your temples together, rubbing the tip of his nose to yours in a childish manner before he kisses you softly. He drifts off to sleep soon after.

When you wake up the next morning, still naked and gross from the night before, you realize that yes, small purplish bruises are forming on the skin of your thighs, waist and for sure, your neck. You look to your right, seeing your boyfriend still sleeping soundly with his stomach pressed against your bed and his lips slightly parted. You don’t have the heart to wake him up, but your parents can come home anytime soon and they cannot catch the two of you looking like this.

“Mark,” you softly call, placing a hand on his cheek and rubbing his skin with your thumb. “Mark, wake up.”

He groans, turning his face away from you. You tap his shoulder, run a hand through his dark locks and still nothing. Huffing, you gather the very little energy you have—without coffee in the morning, you’re pretty much nothing—to turn his body around and crawl on top of him.

“Wha—” Mark’s eyes are half-open but don’t stay so for long when he notices how you’re basically straddling his bare abs with your naked body. He panics so much that he begins to flail all over the place and end up falling from the bed and knocking you off his lap in the process.

You break into a train of laughter, pulling some blanket to cover your body. “Guess sober Mark is back.”

“Why are you naked?!” He shrieks, head peeping out from under the bed, and he shrieks louder when he notices that he’s also in his birthday suit. “Why am I naked?!”

“You seriously don’t remember?”

Mark takes a few seconds to himself, trying to process everything that his blurry memories can give and his jaw falls slack on his face when he realizes that, “We had sex!”

“Yeah, we did. Twice.” You giggle, nudging your head toward your desk which is literally in chaos—papers scattered everywhere, books falling to the floor, pens unaligned.

Mark follows your gaze and gapes harder. “Shit, yeah, on that desk—I remember—wait, but how?! Why—” He looks like he’s physically hurting trying to remember every detail, and probably that’s his hangover talking.

“Want some aspirin?”

He pouts rather cutely. “Yes, please.” When you step down from the bed, leaving your blanket behind, Mark blushes and immediately turns his face away, unconsciously letting out a girly yelp as he does so.

“Umm, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re naked.”

You stifle down a laugh. “Yes, I noticed. And so are you.”

Mark covers his bottom half with a pillow, face flushed. “C-can you put some clothes on?”

You were planning to, but seeing him react like this makes you re-think your decision. “Mark, we literally had sex twice yesterday.”

“I know, don’t say it!” He hides his face behind his palm. “It’s still embarrassing for me.”

“You certainly weren’t embarrassed last night,” you tease, “You even asked whether you could eat me out—”

“GAH!” He has both hands covering his ears, turning his entire body around to hide his face but the way his ears are going red is contradicting his action.

“Mark, look at me.”

“No way in hell!”

Smirking to yourself, you slowly walk to his spot, not covering even an inch of yourself. When you call him again, softer this time, Mark makes a mistake and throws you a glance. He’s no longer able to take his gaze off you after that.

You spread your legs, sitting on the pillow he has on his lap and wrapping both legs around his waist. Pressing your chest to his, you lean close to his ear. “Wanna go for another round?”

Mark gulps.

***

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With You

A/N: So Two in one week huh? I wrote this a lot faster than I thought I would! Also I decided to make my own collage to go with this one! I really really like this one, so I hope you guys do! Feedback is always appreciated!

Request: “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” with Andrei Svechnikov

This was not the end to the season that anyone wanted. You felt your shoulders drop, along with your stomach. Your heart on the other hand had shattered into a million pieces, seeing Andrei’s heartbroken and frustrated face blasted across the television. You sat alone, in your shared apartment, wearing the same Svechnikov jersey that he had cheesily gifted you on your first birthday together. You made it a tradition to wear it every game you watched at home, making sure to send Andrei a picture. It had become as much a part of his pre-game ritual as having Martinook scream in his face. You hadn’t expected this game to be the last time you got to engage in your self made ritual,

You could feel the tears brimming your eyes, if not from the fact that you had so much hope for the boys to move on, for the sad faces of all your friends and your boyfriend as they shook hands with Tampa Bay. You waited until the very last second where the Canes players could no longer be seen before you shut off your TV, sitting in silence. You didn’t bother holding the tears in as you let a few slip, this was your time to be sad about it because the second that Andrei called you, you had to pull it together. You needed to be strong for him.

You knew your boyfriend well, you had seen him at the highs of the wins and the lows of the losses. He was going to take this personal, he had been battling himself all year. Saying how he hadn’t been having a good season, how he needed to improve, staying late after games to put in the extra time. You constantly had to remind him to take time for himself, to not be so hard on himself. There were countless times that you would have to force him to relax, letting his body rest, knowing that he would return to a hard training regime at the next practice. This wasn’t just any old loss though, this was a Stanley Cup elimination game loss. You were going to have to pull out all the stops to make this one feel better and you had a limited amount of time. You assumed that Andrei would be going back home at some point in the off season, neither of you had really talked about it recently. Then again, neither of you had planned on a playoff elimination.

You wiped the last few tears off your cheeks and stood up, collecting the snacks you had laid out, setting them in the kitchen before you went to change. After you came back out, you decided you needed to do something to pass the time until Andrei called, and you began busying yourself with cleaning. It was a habit that you had when you were nervous, you picked something to do and you fixated on it, usually until Andrei stepped in to stop you. It would be no different tonight, the shrill ring of your phone pulling you out of your trance. You glanced around you, seeing the kitchen of the apartment spotless before you rushed to the living room to snatch your phone off the coffee table where you left it.

“Hey.” You breathed out, hearing a slight chuckle from the other end.

“Were you running?” He asked, knowing that it was far too late for that. You, on the other hand, knew that he was avoiding the inevitable but you could hear the sadness in his voice.

“From the kitchen, didn’t want to miss your call.” You explained, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. This was the first sign that he wasn’t going to let on how upset he was in the moment, he had called you rather than facetime you. “How are you doing?”

You knew it was a stupid question but you had to ask. If you didn’t make the first move then odds were he wouldn’t bring it up and judging by the sigh that came from the other end, he was hoping that you wouldn’t.

“You gotta talk about it Andrei…” You encouraged gently, settling back on the couch and tugging a blanket over your legs. “Before you get on the plane.”

“It’s hard.” He began and you hummed, another gentle encouragement that you were listening. “We really thought we could do it. You know? We had them, we outplayed them every game and it wasn’t enough.”

The frustration was clear in his voice. You had seen the statistics and on paper, the Canes had come out on top, but unfortunately that didn’t translate to the ice.

“I wanted us to go all the way, these guys are my family and nobody deserves the cup more than them, and I couldn’t get them there.” You could hear the defeat in his voice and it was like someone took your heart and threw it on the ground.

“Andrei… You cannot put that pressure on yourself. Hockey is a team sport, you all left it all out there on the ice. You did you best and the weight of this loss does not fall entirely on your shoulders. Please.” You practically pleaded with him before you heard voices in the background.

“I have to go.. We are getting ready to board, I love you. I’ll be home late so don’t stay up okay?”

He hung up after you returned his goodbyes, leaving you once again sitting in the silence of your apartment. This time though, the exhaustion of everything set in and you pulled yourself to go to bed. You left a light on in the hallway so that Andrei didn’t have to stumble around in the darkness, slipping into your bed and quickly falling asleep.

~

When Andrei got home, well past three AM, he knew that the house would be quiet but it didn’t make it any less suffocating. It felt like silence was the only thing he had heard since the boys departed the locker room, each one caught up in their own heads. A few of the older guys, who had spent a good number of years in the league, did their best to offer some kind of comfort to the younger men on the team but it was clear that in the moment it was half hearted. Everyone had wanted to beat Tampa, everyone had wanted to make it to the end and hoist that cup. It was their year and they had done everything right only to lose to a team who had a goalie like a brick wall.

He set his bag down by the couch quietly, having mastered the technique of coming home quietly after waking you up one too many times. He carefully made his way down the hallway to the bedroom, smiling a little to himself as he saw you curled up in bed, tucked into one of his shirts. The season may not have ended the way he wanted but at least he still had you to come home to.

Slipping into the bed, he was careful not to wake you as he wrapped one arm around you and quickly fell asleep himself, his mind shutting off for the first time since this morning.

~

When you woke up the next morning it was to the weight of an arm carefully laying across your waist and the sound of gentle breathing beside you. A setting you were very familiar with, but today you couldn’t enjoy it. You had a plan that you needed to get started on before Andrei woke up, which is why you were secretly praying that the late return home would play in your favor.

You glanced back at him, smiling at the peaceful look on his face before you skillfully wiggled your way out of his grasp, pausing on the edge of your bed to make sure he remained asleep. After a few minutes you stood up and grabbed his bag, sneaking out of your room.

First things first was to get his laundry started so you made a beeline to the washer and dryer you guys had, setting the bag down and carefully emptying the clothes, checking all of his pockets to make sure they were empty. There had been a mishap one time of airpods in the washer and you both had quickly learned your lesson.

You felt a small box tucked into one of his pockets, pulling it out and setting it into a small basket with other things you found. You didn’t pay any mind to it as you started the washer, carrying the basket and setting it on the dining room table where he could collect it when he woke up.

Part two of your plan involved slight rearrangement of your living room, a number of blankets and pillows, and a fully charged laptop. After nearly twenty minutes, including a quick peak into the bedroom to make sure that he was indeed still sleeping, you had a blanket fort all made up and ready. Which was the easiest part of the plan, the real trick would be getting Andrei into it.

You moved back to the kitchen, pulling out all of the things you needed to make a real breakfast. Not the coffee and yogurt that you scarfed down on work days. You started the coffee pot, humming to yourself as you carefully dialed Evgeny’s number. It was times like these you were thankful that Andrei had introduced you to his brother and you two had a good standing relationship. You cut Evgeny’s greeting off gently, explaining that you didn’t have much time before Andrei woke up but you needed to know how to make his favorite breakfast.

At some point during your phone call with Evgeny, who thankfully walked you step by step through a homemade breakfast that he and Andrei had grown up on, Andrei made an appearance from the bedroom. He stood back and watched as you worked, hearing his brother’s voice over the speaker.

He smiled to himself, it was no secret to anyone that Evgeny was an important person in his life. When he had first introduced the two of you, he had been a little nervous that Evgeny and you wouldn’t get along. Which would have left him in a very awkward predicament. Seeing you in the kitchen though, clearly taking instructions from his brother over the phone, stirred something inside of him. Whatever he was feeling though quickly screeched to a halt, a small jolt of panic ran through him as he saw the small box on the table, quickly grabbing it and stuffing it into the pocket of his shorts just as you turned around.

“Oh hey! Evgeny, he’s up, I gotta go. Thank you so so so much for all your help! I owe you one!” You hung up with his brother and smiled sheepishly, holding up the plate with your finished work. “Surprise?”

You clearly hadn’t seen the glimpse of panic that crossed his face, quickly replaced by a smile and a look of awe when it registered in his mind what was on the plate. Sure you cooked often, but it now made sense to him why you had called his brother.

“If it’s bad you can blame your brother, but I just… I wanted to do something nice for you, especially since I didn’t stay up for you last night.” You explained, pulling him over to sit at the dining room table and setting the plate down in front of him.

Andrei was speechless, which you had learned was a hard feat to accomplish, as he watched you fill two mugs of coffee, making it the way both of you liked it before coming to sit down beside him. You hadn’t brought up the game yet and he wasn’t sure if you would but in the moment he didn’t care, he couldn’t stop staring at you.

“So is this really all it’s cracked up to be?” You asked, watching as he took the first bite. You had spent twenty minutes listening to his brother rave about it.

“Yes, I mean maybe not to other people but Evgeny and I ate it every weekend growing up. Is this why you called him?” He asked as he ate, reminiscing with every bite. His heart growing with love for you when you nodded behind your coffee mug sheepishly.

“I didn’t know how to make it but I remembered you mentioning it. I figured waking your brother up and dealing with his wrath would be worth it.” You teased, Evgeny had never been anything but nice to you and he probably appreciated this gesture as much as Andrei did.

“Also, I hope you didn’t have plans for the day or at least part of it. I wasn’t sure if you had to do something for the team or not.” You trailed off as he finished eating, grabbing the plate from him when he was done and carried it to the sink.

“I uh, I’m not sure. I think they’ll text me if I need to be there but I don’t think I need to today. Why?” He asked, though you didn’t answer him. You just grabbed his hand and pulled him to the living room, smiling as you looked at him.

He froze, seeing the elaborate blanket fort laid out in the living room, snacks and water already inside of it with your laptop. Part of him wondered if you had done thing last night and he had missed it in his tired state or if you had managed to do all of this, on top of breakfast, this morning. Before he could ask though you were tugging him to crawl into it, forcing him to drop to his knees to follow after you.

“What is all of this?” He asked after you settled in the pillow fort, laying on your back as you smiled up at him.

“This is me forcing you to relax and take a minute to yourself. I know last night did not go how you wanted, how any of you wanted, and maybe there’s nothing I can say right now that will make the thoughts in your head go away. Which I hate by the way, you’re way too hard on yourself but I just wanted you to take a day and not think about the game or about hockey or about what you could have done differently. I just, I know it’s not a lot but-”

Your rambling was cut off, as it so often was, by a quick kiss to your lips. You felt your shoulders drop as his hands cupped your cheeks, melting a little into the kiss before he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

“Thank you.”

It was a simple two words, but it was enough. It meant that he was accepting this, your plan to relax and just spend time together. Maybe it worked and maybe it didn’t, but all that mattered was he was willing to give it a chance.

~

The two of you spent most of the day in the fort watching movies, leaving only if you needed to use the bathroom or you needed more snacks. At some point the sun was beginning to sit lower in the sky and you both knew you would need to leave to make dinner, especially considering lunch had been nothing but snacks yet neither of you wanted to make that move.

You rolled onto your side, tucking your body even closer to his when you felt a bump against your thigh.

“That better just be your phone.” You teased and he looked at you confused before he realized that the small box that he had gotten well before the roadtrip was now pressed up against you. He sat up quickly, reaching into his pocket to pull it out, though you still couldn’t see it.

“Hey, I was just teasing.” You pouted, reaching for him as he chuckled and shifted to look at you. It was then you caught a glimpse of a familiar sized box and you found yourself sitting quickly to look at him.

“Andrei…” You began softly, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry him but you two were both fairly young and had never discussed the prospect of marriage before.

“No! No, I mean. It’s not what you’re thinking, not yet.” He rushed to explain, his accent forcing the words to run together. It was something you had picked up, whenever he was angry or excited, his accent made it hard to differentiate what he was saying.

Instead of continuing his explanation, he opened the box to show you the very thin band, with three tiny diamonds in it. You could feel the breath leave your throat as you stared at it. It was beautiful, there was no doubt in your mind about that and it was your style. Simple, understated, something that you could wear with anything and it would never look out of place.

“So if not… that, then what is this?” You asked confused, looking up at him again with nervous eyes.

“It’s a promise and you don’t have to think of it as anything more than that. No other strings okay? I just. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know we haven’t talked about it before, but I wanted to make you the promise that one day, it’ll be a different ring and I had hoped to do it after a winning game, but this… I think this is much better.” He explained quietly, keeping his eyes on the ring, watching as you carefully pulled it out of the box.

This was not at all how he had planned on doing this, in his mind it was much smoother. It was after a winning game, probably not in your living room, and he also wouldn’t be stumbling over his words and half tempted to switch back to Russian. Despite all that though, he didn’t want to wait any longer and there was no taking it back now that it was out there.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you too.” You smiled, carefully slipping it on your right ring finger for now and smiling up at him. “ Don’t want to give people too many ideas now do we?”

You heard him chuckle before leaning down to kiss you again. The game may not have gone how you two wanted, the season may have ended early, but one thing was certain for the both of you.

You had each other, now and for the rest of your lives.

[inkandpen22]

California Dreamin' (1/?)

Pairing: Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: underage drinking

Part Summary: Y/N Huntington is staying with the Camerons for the summer and earns the attention of the Prince of the Kooks.

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Topper

Kelce, Rafe, and I return from golfing, laughing about how we tormented the Pogue caddies all afternoon. We walk around the side of the Cameron house, approaching the pool. That's when I first notice the laughter, the unfamiliar laugh. I direct my attention ahead and that's when I see her. Her perfectly tanned skin. Her (Y/H/C) hair is all disheveled, shiny, and wet. The gold scallop shell necklace hanging from her neck.

She laughs, watching Sarah swim around the pool as she climbs out. Her white bikini clinging to her. "No! You do it! Go ahead! Try to do a tuck and tell me how it goes!"

I nudge Rafe with my elbow. “Hey, who’s that girl with Sarah?”

“Y/N Huntington, her parents are friends of my dad’s. She’s visiting for the summer to look at colleges in the area."

“She’s gonna be here all summer?” Kelce asks.

“That’s the plan," Rafe sighs. "Her parents are coming at the end of July for a week before taking her back to Malibu.”

“And she wants to go to college down here?” I wonder aloud.

“Her dad is pushing for her to choose a school closer to home, Y/N is looking for the complete opposite end of the country. She'd go to school in Europe if she could!" Rafe chuckles.

The three of us watch from a few yards away as the girls mess around in and out of the pool. Y/N settles down on one of the loungers as Sarah continues to swim around aimlessly.

"What's wrong with California?" I inquire.

"Nothing, she loves California," Rafe explains. "She just wants a change of scenery I guess, always looking for something new. Two years ago, she ran off to the Caribbean with some friends for Spring Break. Her parents threw a fit!"

"North Carolina isn't exactly exotic," Kelce snickers.

"True, but it's also completely different from the West Coast, isn't it?" I counter.

Rafe turns toward us, walking backward toward the girls. "Well, you know what they say about California Girls," he insinuates, "they're unforgettable."

Kelce and I follow him, Sarah shouts for us to join her in the pool. Rafe shuts that down, claiming we were about to head inside. While those two are distracted, I take the opportunity to speak with Y/N. Her sunglasses cover her eyes and by her lack of reaction, I can only assume her eyes are closed.

“Hi I’m Topper," I greet.

The girl lifts her head and blocks the sun from her eyes as she peers up at me. “Y/N."

“Do you like boats?” I ask. I can't help but feel nervous talking to her.

She shrugs. “Yes, of course."

“Would you like to go on mine sometime?”

"Y/N!" Sarah interrupts from the water. "You promised you'd come back!"

Y/N takes off her sunglasses and smiles. "Gotta go!" She leaps up from the loungers and runs toward the pool. Before she jumps in, she glances over her shoulder, grinning ear to ear.

Rafe strolls over to me and pats me on the shoulder. “Leave it to my sister to ruin it."

“I’ll ask her again later,” I conclude.

“You’re pretty confident,” Kelce points out.

I smirk, watching Sarah and Y/N in the pool. “I have every reason to be."

“How do you know that?” Rafe wonders.

“Because... she looked back at me." She likes me too.

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Y/N

As I swing on the hammock, I listen to the familiar tunes of The Beach Boys through my AirPods. I slowly bop my head as I continue reading my book. I don't even notice Topper approaching until he's hovering over me.

I remove my AirPods. “Hi ya,” I greet.

“Morning." He smiles. “May I?”

I gesture to the empty space beside me. “Be my guest."

He settles in, making the hammock rock. He peers down at my book. “What are you reading?”

I return my focus to the pages though I feel Topper lingering over my shoulder. “A Farewell to Arms."

“Are you enjoying it?”

“I’ve read it several times,” I giggle. My heart begins to race with him so close. His arm pressed to mine.

“What’s one book you haven’t read but it’s on your list?”

“Either Anna Karenina or Much ado About Nothing," I list. “Karenina would take forever, so Shakespeare will have to come first.”

His brows rise. “You can read and understand Shakespeare?”

“Quite well actually,” I gloat.

“Are you going with Rafe and Sarah on the boat later?”

“Yeah, I think so." I glance up from my page to peer over at him. "You?”

He hums.

“Is that what you came over to ask me or were you just saying hi?” I snicker, returning my attention back to my book.

“Both,” he admits.

"Y/N!" Mr. Cameron calls from the house.

"Gotta go," I huff, slipping out of the hammock. I begin toward the house and then I remember something. "Oh and Topper?"

The boy perks up, still where I left him.

"When did you want to go out on your boat?" I ask.

His features glow at my question. "How's tomorrow?"

"Perfect." I nod.

I turn over my shoulder, heading toward the house. I hear a clap and quiet cheers from Topper behind me to which I pretend to not notice. As I hold my book to my chest, I can't suppress my childlike smile. The warmth rushing to my cheeks is hard to ignore.

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Topper

I press my hands against the counter as Rafe finishes up making a drink. "I need you to tell me everything you can about Y/N."

"Wow, you're really hooked on her aren't you?" He chuckles. His eyes meet mine with amusement, but I'm dead serious. "Fine-" he huffs, "-her favorite color is (Y/F/C). She's a night owl. Her favorite activity is surfing. Her favorite store is Tilly's. She has a dog named Pasadena. She listens to The Beach Boys, Beatles, Weezer, some bands I’ve never even heard of. Dad music really. Uh… what else do you wanna know?"

"What’s... what's her type?" I stammer.

"Her type?" Rafe repeats, amused. "Uh... okay... Well, she really likes Harry Styles I think and Paul Walker, so mix those two together."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means that if she were from the OBX she would be a total Pogue. Better yet, a Kook pretending to be a Pogue, like Kiara." He states almost as a warning.

I scoff, "Nah, you're kidding. Y/N is nothing like a Kiara."

He gives me a knowing look. "She drives a baby blue ’66 Mustang, she loves that thing! She doesn’t let anyone else drive it, I’ve tried."

"So she drives a vintage car, so what?" I justify.

"She goes to antique stores and collects records."

I shrug. "That doesn't mean anything."

"You all those bracelets she wears? They're all eco-friendly. From some "save the turtles" charity," Rafe laughs.

"So she's active in giving back, that's great!"

"I'm pretty sure she's the president of the Marine Science and Safety club at her school."

"Whatever, that doesn't make her a Pogue." I reason.

"Just you wait," Rafe points at me. "You'll see this afternoon. She's hot, I'll give her that, but she's not like us. She has the funds, but not the mentality."

An afternoon on the water, I may have done this a million times with the boys and Sarah. The difference is Y/N's here. She makes everything so worthwhile and new. Somehow she convinced Rafe to give her aux and her music reminds me that of an old beach movie. Rafe wasn't kidding, she's the total surfer type. Never would I have predicted that I would be so infatuated with a California Girl. They're so laid back and hippie-almost, everything a Kook isn't.

Rafe drops anchor once we're in open water just off the coast of the island. To celebrate our outing, Rafe pulls his liquid creation out of the cooler and pours each of us a cup. The fact that it's bright red and smells of strawberries should be a strong turn-off. After I take a sip, I have to hiss as the strong substance burns down my throat. Sarah and Y/N go to tan on the front of the boat while I do my best not to stare. Kelce tosses me a beer to wash down the horrible mix and the three of us settle on the benches chatting.

"Y/N! What are you having us listen to?" Rafe shouts.

"It's The Turtles, get cultured," she fires back. She earns approval snickers from Kelce and me.

Sarah laughs and chucks a towel at her brother. Rafe's hand flies up to block it, knocking his sunglasses off in the process. The Ray-Bans drop into the water with a soft *bloop* sound. Rafe immediately sets down his beer and spin around to peer over the side of the boat.

"Shit! Those are my dad's! I'm screwed!" He swears.

Y/N hops up from her laid position. "Got it!" In a blink, she dives in to fetch Rafe's glasses.

The rest of us sit, stunned by how quickly she disappeared. She didn't even hesitate for a second.

"Okay, that's hot," Rafe comments.

"Did she even check for sharks or jellyfish or did she just go?" Kelce asks.

As quickly as she disappeared, Y/N reappears on the side of the boat. "Here!" She hands the sunglasses to Rafe.

"If I were you, I'd be diving in head first," Kelce whispers to me.

Heeding his advice, I set down my beer and begin to remove my shirt. Rising to my feet, step up on the bench to jump in.

Y/N spots me prepping to jump in and cheers. "Woohoo!"

I dive into the cool water, the sounds of my friends drown out. I kick up to the surface and shake my head about. Wiping my eyes, I feel Y/N near me. My eyes flicker open and meet her (Y/E/C) ones. Suddenly she splashes me. She giggles.

"Oh, it's on!" I warn with a hint of laughter.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my chest. "Topper!" Y/N squeals.

She doesn't stop me, instead, she wraps her legs around my waist and my heart begins to race. She brings her hand up to brush across my cheek and I forget how to breathe for a second. I could get lost in her. She's so beautiful.

Rafe

I take another sip from my beer, watching Topper and Y/N go at it. She drapes her arms over his shoulders as he holds her up. They're so close it would take Topper two seconds, not even, to kiss her. If I were him, I would've already done it.

"He's in it deep," Kelce snickers.

"Definitely has it bad," I chuckle.

"This should be an interesting summer," Sarah adds.

Bringing to our attention that she's been aware of Topper's infatuation the whole time. We thought she was in the dark like Y/N.

Out of everyone in the OBX, Topper picks a girl who 1) is a total Pogue 2) who's from the opposite end of the country 3) is unavailable for numerous reasons. One of those reasons being a newly ex-boyfriend at USC that her parents are obsessed with... which is exactly why Y/N's parents are pushing for her to go there. They have her whole future planned out for her which includes this certain soccer player, lawyer-to-be type. A Californian born and bred and will make millions someday. He fits the Huntington mold.

Topper doesn't know about that of course, he's just falling into that hot mess. I should warn him, be a good friend and save him from all that... or... I could watch it all go down. Swoop in after and piece up all the pieces for Y/N. She may be a total pogue at heart, but she's still hot.

Sarah's right, this should be interesting.

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[itsallyscorner]

Just saw your little mix!reader au (LOVED IT) and I was thinking, what if y/n is kinda like Perrie aka the queen of leaking things and she's dating Tom and everyone makes fun of them bc they are THE couple that keeps spoiling/leaking stuff

Hello lovey!! Thank you for requesting and reading my other work, it’s very much appreciated!🥰 I love this request sm, omg. Happy reading, I hope you like it!💖

💌.

The King and Queen of Leaking

I had WAY too much fun with this request...enjoy!🥰

It had been a regular day in your household. You were in the kitchen starting up on breakfast while Tom was in his makeshift gym doing his morning workout. You were just finishing up on the eggs when your phone pinged. Glancing at your phone you saw that it was a text from Jade.

Jade💜: Babes! Check you email ASAP!!!

The texts in the band’s group chat began to flood in making you curious. Have you all done something to get in trouble with management? Maybe it was an awards nomination? Turning off the stove, you place the last pile of scrambled eggs onto Tom’s plate. After you set the plates on the table, you pull out one of the dining chairs and sit on it, pulling out your phone to see more texts from the girls.

Perrie🦋: Oh.My.God. I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!

Leigh-Anne😻: AHHHHHH THIS IS BIG!!! FIRST NUMBER ONE OF THE YEAR!!!

Jesy💖: I’m so so so SO proud of us!!! And our fans omg, they’re amazing!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!

Jesy💖: Where the hell is (y/n)???

Jade💜: Probs busy with Tom👀🍆💦

Perrie🦋: Has she not seen the news yet??

Leigh-Anne😻: Based on her lack of response, I’m guessing she’s busy😉

Jesy💖: (Y/N) I SWEAR HOP OFF TOM’S BLOODY DICK, SWEET MELODY IS NUMBER 1 ON THE CHARTS!!!!!

You gasp once you read Jesy’s last message. Your fingers move rapidly across your screen, exiting the messaging app to open up your email. The anticipation builds up in your body as you refreshed your inbox. Your leg bouncing as the little circle that went around and around popped up on your screen. For the last couple of days and weeks, your fans have been streaming Sweet Melody to top the charts and get it to Number 1. It has only been 10 weeks since “Confetti” has been released and the album has been getting an amazing response. Seeing your fans’ determination to get the song up the charts made your adore them even more and you just wanted to hug and thank every single one of them. You guys had the most amazing fans in the world, though many celebrities claimed that theirs were the best, Mixers were the crème de la crème in your eyes.

Your inbox refreshes and the first email you see is from the Official Charts Company, a company that celebrated singles that reached number one on the charts. You click on the email and carefully skim through the paragraph. When you read that Sweet Melody had officially charted at number one you let out an excited squeal. Tessa, who has been sitting beside your seat, jumped up to her feet the same time you did. Your crouched down as she happily bounced around you.

“Number one Tess! We made it to number one!” You squealed as you gently squished her face. She let out a bark before licking your face.

“Let’s go tell daddy the news, huh? Let’s go!” You couldn’t contain your excitement, the feeling rushing through your veins. You felt like your heart could burst from all the happiness you were currently feeling.

You practically ran to where Tom was, your feet moving as quick as your heartbeat. Tessa’s nails clicked against the wooden floors echoing in the hallway.

Tom, who had just finished his workout, heard the commotion outside. Your excited squeals and the sounds of both your and Tessa’s feet getting closer to him. The stomps came to a halt once you stopped at the doorway of his “gym”. He looks up from his phone and looks at you expectantly. You were beaming, like the sun that brought light into the room. His expression mirrors yours, but his smile was a bit more confused.

“Hi darling, what’s up?” He asks, removing his AirPods and placing them back into their case. You squeal excitedly once again as you run across the room and stand in front of him. Though, it was as if your feet had springs in them because you couldn’t stop jumping. Tom looks at you amused but was still confused.

“(Y/n), what did you do, love?” He asks. Maybe you were up to something?

You stop jumping for a bit and unlock your phone, shoving it into his face. He moves his face back so his eyes can focus but ends up taking the phone from you because you were moving too much. As you dance around the room, Tessa joining in on your little fiesta, Tom reads the email to himself. Once he reads the news his jaw drops looking up at you with wide eyes.

“NUMBER ONE BABY!” You scream before running into his arms. A look of shock is on his face before he screams “YES!” at the top of his lungs. Your legs wrap around his torso as his arms support your back and your bum. He starts shaking his hips and jumping around just like you were as you both celebrated your band’s huge success.

Your cheeks began to hurt from smiling too much, but you just couldn’t keep it off your face. You were too happy to keep a neutral face so you continued to smile. Tom looks up at you with the most proudest expression. He knew how hard you and the girls worked on every song on your albums, so to see that hard work being rewarded made him feel immense amounts of joy for you all.

You began to giggle as you hid your face behind you hands, Tom still carrying you. “I can’t believe this actually happened, oh my god.” Your voice came out muffled but Tom could still understand you. He chuckled while he placed your feet back to the ground. You leaned your head against his chest while his hands rubbed circles onto your back.

“Of course it happened love, you guys deserve it.” He places a kiss on your temple while he swayed you guys back and forth. His cheek resting against you hair as he held you. Your excitement boiling down to disbelief at the news.

He moved his head and gently removed your hands from your face. “Look at me.” Turns out you were silently crying, your tear stained cheeks making his heart drop, but then he noticed they were tears of joy.

You sniffled, smiling when Tom wiped some of your tears away. His hands cupped your cheeks while his eyes gazed at you lovingly, “You have no idea how proud I am of you— and the girls. You guys have worked day and night for this album to exist. I’ve seen you guys write each song and saw how much thought goes into each one, you guys are fucking incredible. Look at how much success it’s getting, you guys did that.”

You laughed as more tears ran down your cheeks. You groaned throwing your head back and wiping them away, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve been so understanding with everything and you managed to be one of my biggest inspirations for writing. Thank you. I love you so much.” You beamed at him before crashing your lips against his soft ones. You felt his lips curve up to a smile as his hands held your face. You suddenly pulled away, Tom chasing your lips, still stuck in your little moment.

“Oh my God! We need to tell the fans! They’ve been streaming for weeks!” You pecked his lips once more before rushing out the room. The excitement entering your body once again. Tom looks down at your phone in his hands smirking. He turned to Tessa, “Give her a few seconds.”

“MY PHONE!” He heard you exclaim in the hallway. Your head popped from behind the entrance. You skipped into the room and took the phone from Tom.

“I love you!” You sang, kissing his lips again, then skipping out to the hallway.

Before you can post anything of the band’s new achievement, you opened the group chat.

(Y/n)🌻: First off, I was far from Tom’s dick, I was actually cooking😌

(Y/n)🌻: Second, I love you all so much!!!!!! I can’t believe we did it, the amount of pride I feel to be part of this band is astronomical right now! Nine years together and we’re still making it, I love you guys!❤️❤️❤️

After you messaged the girls, you opened up Instagram. Meanwhile, Tom had joined you, dressed in new clothes and fresh out the shower. He hummed at the food on the table and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his way of silently thanking you. He sat in the chair beside yours and began to dig into his breakfast.

“Do you mind if I film a video real quick?” You ask him, looking into the camera as you fixed your hair. Tom wipes his mouth and swallows his food.

“Go ahead, tell the world you’re number one.” He teased you. You rolled your eyes though your lips were curved into a smile. You prepared yourself before pressing down on the circle.

Video:

“Hi guys! So I’ve just found out some amazing news and I thought you guys might want to hear it too—“ Tom began to drum on the table, making you look at him in amusement.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.” You nod, approving of his actions. When he stops drumming and points at you, you look back to the camera with a giant smile.

“Guys...WE MADE IT TO NUMBER ONE! SWEET MELODY IS AT NUMBER ONE ON THE CHARTS!” You announced, voice bouncing off the walls of your house. Behind you was Tom, also cheering equally as loud while he pumped his fists into the air.

“Thank you guys so much! The girls and I love each and every single one of you, you guys are the best fans in the world and we are forever grateful for you. Thank you!” You blew a kiss into the camera before ending the video.

You watched the video over then tagged the girls and the group’s Instagram. You quietly hummed Sweet Melody to yourself as you clicked around and added some stickers to your video. When you were content, you clicked on share and turned your phone off.

“Alright, celebratory breakfast.” You sang as you grabbed your fork and stabbed it into a strawberry.

Tom chuckled beside you and nudged your shoulder, “Then celebratory sex after?” You hummed at his suggestion, eyes teasingly squinting at him.

“Give me time to digest first. Then celebratory sex.” When Tom agreed you laughed and dug into your food. Everything was going great at the moment. Your song is number one on the charts, your career is flourishing, you had four amazing sisters, and you had the world’s best boyfriend. It was as if nothing could go wrong.

~half an hour later~

Tom had you pinned to the bed, light kisses scattering along your skin while his hands rubbed your thighs. With clothes still on, he was snuggled in between your legs, finding comfort in the tight space. He managed to get your top off leaving you in that red lacy bra he adored on you. His lips ghosted between the valley of your breast and down to your belly button. His lips stopping right above your sweatpants. He tilted his head back a bit to drink in your appearance. Hooded dark eyes, laid out before him, that red bra making your breasts look irresistible, you were perfect.

“Look at my pretty girl. Aren’t you stunning?” His voice was deeper than his usual chipper tone. The tone brought butterflies in your belly, the vibrations of his voice going straight to your core.

“I’m all yours, Tommy.” Your hand finds its way to the brown curls that rested on his head. You gently guide his head back up and pull his lips towards you. Your lips connect, first gently and almost innocent, but full of passion. The passion burns more when he presses his hard on against you, roughening up the passionate kiss, your teeths clashing and tongues wrestling. You were lost in his trance until your phone tinged.

Tom curses under his breath as you both jump from the sudden sound. You quietly apologize and mute your phone, not bothering to look at the notification. When you lay back on the bed, Tom’s palms press against you cheeks as he crashes you lips together. His hands move below you, tugging off your sweatpants. He was about to remove the last layer of clothing separating you two when your phone continuously began to vibrate. On the other night stand, Tom’s phone began to vibrate as well.

Your boyfriend groans plopping his head against your stomach. You sigh apologetically, hands now stroking his bare back.

“We should get that, seems important.” He kisses your stomach, hesitantly dragging himself off you. You roll over to your stomach and grab your phone.

Notifications

Jesy💖: We love you too my darling!! We miss you so much here in London:(

Perrie🦋: I would say let’s have a sleepover as soon as you come back from Atlanta, but the pandemic:( I miss you tons!!!🥺

Jade💜: I love youuuuuuuu❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: You absolute gem, I love you❤️

Jesy💖: (Y/n) what did you tag me in?

Jade💜: Wait, I’m tagged too.

Perrie🦋: I didn’t get tagged :(

Oh wait, I see it :D

Leigh-Anne😻: Why do I have a bad feeling about what she tagged us in?

Jesy💖: (y/n)?

(Y/N)!?

WHY IS SHE NOT REPLYING WHEN I NEED HER TO REPLY!

Perrie🦋: OIIII!!! AT LEAST IT WASNT ME THIS TIME🤪

Jade💜: Jesus, she’s turning into Tom, smh.

Leigh-Anne😻: She’s always been like this lmao

Tom’s only made her worse🙄

Jesy💖: (Y/N) DELETE YOUR FUCKING STORY ON INSTAGRAM THEY ARENT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT SM IS NUMBER ONE YET!!!!!!!!!!

Jade💜: I bet you NOW she’s busy with Tom

hehehe🍆💦👀

Leigh-Anne😻: Babes!!! Now’s not the time to be doing the deed with Tom!!

Jesy💖: Hold on let me text Tom too.

Your eyes widen as you read the messages from the girls. A string of “shits” with a mix of “fucks” fall continuously out your mouth. You struggle to turn around, getting tangled in the sheets. When you finally sit up properly you go to your Instagram and rush to your stories.

“Uh, (y/n)—“

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You frustratedly mumble as your thumbs fumble on the screen. You go to your story and don’t even hesitate to delete the video you posted just half an hour ago. Tom’s phone rings and you swear you hear him gulp. He answers it, putting it on speaker mode and holds it away from his ears.

“Tom Holland I blame you!” You hear Jesy’s voice through the phone. You double check if you deleted the story before turning your phone off and shoving your face into your pillow.

“I didn’t even do anything!” Tom defended himself, almost laughing. Honestly, as bad as the situation was, it was ironic how it was his girlfriend that leaked the news. You guys are really meant to be.

“The hell you weren’t! Literally drumming on the table, you div! I can’t with you two!” Jesy exclaimed. You knew she was joking by the tone of her voice. “Where is your girlfriend anyway?”

Tom giggle shoving the phone next to your ear, “My lovely girlfriend is right beside me.”

You hear Jesy gag, “Babe, did you even read the email properly?”

You lift your head from the pillow and take Tom’s phone. “No, I got too excited about getting number one.” You admitted pouting. Tom chuckles at you, moving to lay beside you. His arms wrapping around your almost bare figure and shoving his head in between your breasts. Nothing sexual but because they felt like soft pillows against his cheeks.

“They said they’re announcing it on Monday.” She informed you chuckling. You whined and facepalmed yourself. “It’s okay, hun. You were just in the moment, I know how you can get. Although, the fans absolutely love it.” She mentioned.

“Do they?” You asked stifling a laugh.

“Having an absolute field day, they’ve deemed you the Queen of Leaks. Apparently Tom’s been crowned as your king.” She teases. You feel Tom laugh against your chest, his shoulders shaking.

“Alright, I’ll go now, let you two get back to what you were doing. I suggest lurking through Twitter and Instagram, the fans’ reactions are hilarious.” You bid your goodbyes and hang up. Tom’s head pops up from your chest, “Can we please go through the reactions?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” You tell him already opening up Instagram. You go through your tags to see a bunch of memes. Tom shifts to sit beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

Some fan reactions:

🖤 1,944 likes

Tom watching (y/n) make her video and being the supportive boyfriend he is🥺 They’re made for each other I swear

🖤 1,393 likes

The girls watching (y/n)’s story and finding out she just leaked the news. We stan our Queen of Leaks😌🙌🏼👑

🖤 1,838 likes

Tom realizing that (y/n)’s really the one because they both can’t keep secrets without spoiling them. This is why they don’t have good things smh.

🖤 1,878 likes

Jesy calling the police, not for Tom, but for her because she’s ready to shred that boy’s ass for turning (y/n) into him💀

You and Tom spend the rest of the day stuck in bed going through the different reactions from your fans. They were entertaining, making you and your boyfriend laugh at your fans’ humor.

While you sat in between his legs, your back against his chest, Tom leans down to nuzzle his face into your neck. He breaths in the scent of you mixed with your shampoo, something he would never get tired of. You feel that goofy grin press onto your skin making you look up at him.

“Why’s that look on your face?” You ask hun teasingly.

“Because the fans have a point.”

“That we both can’t keep shit to ourselves?” You laugh. Tom makes a sound of agreement pulling you closer.

“Well yeah—but when they say that we’re meant for each other, they have a point. You really are my soulmate.” The goofy grin on his face was permanently stuck to his lips. You giggled shifting to peck his lips. When he sees you struggle he meets you halfway, finally touching those soft luscious lips of yours.

“I guess I am.” You hummed contently, mirroring that lovestruck look on his face. There was no other person in the world that you’d be willing to spend this moment with. The more you stared into those honey brown eyes of his the more you believed your fans; he truly was your soulmate.

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Hide and Seek (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* omg what about Colby helping the reader hide in a laundry basket during hide and seek and she wins 😳✨

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,611

Warnings: mention of death, minor fluff, swearing

Masterlist

I’m laying flat on my back eating the pizza we ordered. I feel my head being lifted and placed in someone’s lap. I shift my eyes up and meet Colby’s eyes. I furrow my eyebrows and glare at him. He really has the audacity to interrupt me during pizza time.

“Don’t get mad at me. If you choke on death while eating pizza, I’m not saving your dumbass. I keep telling you to not eat laying down, Y/N.” Colby says kissing my forehead.

“If I die eating pizza, at least I’ll die doing something I love,” I shout before shoving another bite of pizza in my mouth.

“I’m something you love, why not go out doing me?” Colby asks smirking.

“For the love of God and all things holy, please get a room. This Air BnB is full of them.” Corey screams from the couch.

Everyone got together for the week and chipped in on an Air BnB. We each chose days and what videos we would film for everyone’s channel. Even Mike is here, which I thought would be more awkward than it is because Xepher and Griffin are here too. Corey and Devyn are here too, but that is less awkward than it is with that trio. The fact that we were able to get the whole family together is amazing.

We’ve gotten together for some group videos, but because the pandemic was happening at the time so we tried to keep it to less than ten people. But now that all of that is over, we figured we would surprise our fans with a slew of group videos. They don’t even know that we’re here. We all planned by taking photos and videos before we left so we can post on our stories and everyone will think we’re at home, not hanging out together. 2020 was stressful, 2021 is going to be better for all of us, so we’re getting our fans in the right mindset.

“Everyone almost done? It’s dark enough now so we can get ready to film my videos.” Sam says as he starts to grab the empty pizza boxes. Kat helps him by grabbing the empty bottles.

I shove the rest of my pizza in my mouth and shoot up. Colby stares at me in disbelief and shoves my drink in my mouth.

“My God, woman, people are going to start thinking I starve you at home. I’m not joking about letting you choke. Eat like a normal person, please.” I manage to swallow what I had left in my mouth and smile.

“I’m sorry babe, you know how much I love pizza. I’ll be much more careful this week, I promise.” I kiss Colby’s cheek and go help everyone clean up.

Everyone is lined up for Sam’s videos. Of course, we’re playing hide and seek AND playing the mafia game. I have yet to win either game, but I am dead set on winning hide and seek. I found the perfect hiding spot earlier when we were filming Kevin’s video earlier. I’m so excited, Colby is holding my hand to try to get me to stop bouncing off the walls. It’s not working. I think this has something to do with the five cups of coke that I drank earlier. That’s a lot of caffeine. I hope I can stay still in my hiding spot.

“Okay everyone, you guys have 15 minutes once I close the door to find a hiding spot. Remember, you can only move once.” Sam explains before leaving us alone.

I pull Colby’s hand and drag him upstairs. When we get to the room that Colby and I chose to stay in, I let go of his hand and take off my jacket.

“I like the idea, but we don’t have enough time.” Colby jokes.

“No— I need your help. Empty the hamper.” I say quickly as I open the cabinet door and showing him the built-in hamper. It was already full when we got here, and it’s bolted to the wall. Sam can’t pick it up and hopefully, he won’t move the clothes. It’s the perfect spot.

“First of all, that’s disgusting, those are other people’s clothes and we don’t know how long it’s been here. Second, you’re going to suffocate. You really do have a death wish tonight, don’t you?” Colby turns on the lights so I can see him

“Do you really want to talk about death wishes, Mr. X.P.L.R. in dangerous places every day? Besides, I thought of all that. Just help me. I want to win this time. Pretty please?” I pull out all the clothes and give Colby the old puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, but you’re going to owe me big time. And I’m going to text you every few minutes so you don’t die.” I jump up and run back into the room. I position my shoes so it looks like I’m hiding under the bed. I grab the tape and a towel before running back to Colby. I empty the contents of my jacket pocket into the hamper.

I turn to Colby so he can help me climb in. He scoops me up and places me gently in the basket.

“Hand me the towel, please. It’s my only buffer with the dirty clothes.” I explain, pointing to the towel.

“That’s a great idea babe, but how are you going to breathe? Or not pass out from the heat?” Colby asks as he starts to cover me with the towel.

“Don’t worry, this is why I’ve been stealing straws all night and took off my jacket. Before you ask, I stole some water and snacks so I should be good for an hour or two. Make sure you cover me well and close the doors.”

“I hope my next girlfriend isn’t a crazy dumbass,” Colby mutters as he places the dirty laundry on me.

“You’re next what now?” I move the towel and sit straight up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait at least a year after you’re gone. I’ll mourn you every day. I’ll name my next dog after you.” Colby is smirking, trying not to laugh.

“Okay, after tonight, we’re having a serious talk about your fascination with my death. Also, you name a dog after me, I’m haunting your ass when I actually do die. Now hurry up, time is almost out and you still have to h—” Colby throws the towel back over my head and dumps a whole bunch of clothes on me.

“I’m kidding and I love you!” Colby yells before shoving more clothes on me.

A few minutes later I feel Colby stop putting clothes on top of me. I look at my phone and see that Colby has about 5 minutes left to find a hiding place. I slide down and comfortably position myself. It’s already getting hot in here, maybe Colby was right. Like I would ever tell him that. His head is already big enough, I don’t need to fuel his ego anymore. I pull out my AirPods and turn on my favorite playlist to keep me occupied for however long I’m going to be in there. I get a text from Colby saying that he found a spot and asking me how I was. I reply to Colby and film my perspective of where I am for Sam’s video before closing my phone to save battery. This is going to be a long night, I can already tell.

****

“Y/N, wake up, this isn’t funny anymore.” Someone, I think Colby, yells as they shake me.

I rub my eyes and yawn before opening one eye. Sam and Colby stand over me, shining a light in my face.

“Did I win?” I ask sitting up and stretching.

“Oh my God! You little shit…” Colby falls back on the floor and mutters a slew of swear words to himself.

“Yeah, Y/N you won. And gave all of us heart attacks in the meantime.” Sam explains helping me out. Aryia, who was probably holding the camera, also helps me out.

Colby is standing up now and helping me get my stuff out of the bottom of the hamper. I notice the camera on the camera and do a cute pose in front of it. I’m not sure if I passed out from the heat or fell asleep because I was tired. Either way, I’m super sweaty now and I have never loved being out in the open more than I do now.

Sam and Ariya start to head downstairs, and I start to follow them until I feel Colby pull me back. I twirl around to face him. His eyes have a twinkle to them and the corner of his mouth are creeping towards his eyes. He has those crinkles that I love, the type he only gets when he smiles. He doesn’t do it much anymore, at least, not when we’re working. I see them a lot when we’re together, he hates them but I love them. It means he’s truly happy and it makes my heart full.

“What? Sam has to end his video.” I push Colby’s hair out of his eyes.

“Just wait a second. I know I joked a lot about you dying tonight, but when you stopped responding to my text and when I found you asleep in the bottom of the basket— No more stupid ideas for a while.” Colby kisses my forehead and strokes my hair.

“Fine, but you know that Jake and I are going to eventually cause chaos on this trip.” I kiss Colby’s cheek before going to join everyone downstairs.