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Of Princesses and Queens

Epel/Reader (not Prefect) Riddle/Reader (not Prefect)(End Pairing)

Reader gender is not specified but the term 'princess' is used the same way Riddle and Vil are called 'Queens'. It's not meant to be a term tied to their gender.

Warning: ANGST, near death experience with ice.

(I shamelessly stole Jack's death scene from Rise of the Guardians)

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It was inevitable that you and Epel would be friends.

You were literally the only two people under the age of forty in your entire village and for the sake of both your sanities, you clung to each other like lifelines.

Growing up in the country in a community centered around the prosperous but ultimately uninteresting apple orchard meant that the two of you had to create your own entertainment. Learning to climb trees together was one of your first clear memories – along with the subsequent fall that left you with a broken leg and Epel with a sprained shoulder from where he had tried to grab you.

The moment you healed up you were both at it again until playing tag among the branches was your go-to game.

With your mom’s and Epel’s grandfather’s help you were able to create what you both decided was the best tree house to ever exist. It had winding steps, a second story, a ‘look out’ post that was accessible by a hanging bridge, a trap door with a climbing rope, a swing big enough for two, enough pillows and blankets to create a nest more than big enough for the both of you, and best of all a sign that read in large letters ‘no old people aloud’.

Princes would be jealous of your treehouse.

Your dad nearly laughed himself sick when he saw the sign and Epel’s nana just sighed and insisted that you at least add a protective railing around the ledges.

Epel tried to argue that you weren’t babies but no one said ‘no’ to his nana and your mom was nice enough to help add what was needed for the woman’s approval.

The both of you practically lived in that treehouse.

When you weren’t in lessons or helping around the orchard, the two of you were having grand adventures high off the ground in imaginary worlds you created.

“Nah, pirates are lame.” You rolled your eyes as Epel gasped in utter offense. “We should be knights! They’re super cool and tha’ book I got from pop has all these neat facts about fighting dragons and saving princesses!”

“But we don’t have any dragons to fight!” Epel insisted in a huff, crossing his arms over his chest, wooden pirate sword clutched in his smaller fist.

“Well, we could go fight Silas’s turkey!” you argued back stubbornly, using your taller status to try and bully your friend into playing your game instead.

You had been playing pirates for weeks, you wanted to play something else! Besides, that turkey was a bloodthirsty monster!

“But pirates are cool!” Epel shot back, just as determined, his pout and scrunched up nose the same expression that your dad always cooed over whenever he saw it.

You inwardly scoffed, Epel wasn’t that cute.

Just a little.

“Oh, fine.” You huffed, throwing your hands into the air. “Then let’s at least go look for treasure.”

Instantly Epel lit up, nearly sparkling with his wide, beaming smile and gapped tooth.

Maybe a little more than a little.

“Yeah! Come on!” he said, snagging your hand and pulling you towards the trap door.

When the sun had finally set and his grandpa came out to call you in, you were both curled up in your nest and surrounded by your ‘loot’ of strangely shaped apples, a dried snakeskin, pile of acorns sorted into ones with and without ‘hats’, a stick in the shape of a corkscrew, and a particularly sparkly rock that you thought looked cool.

Epel grumbled as you trudged after the old man that was basically your grandpa, the smaller boy limp on your back and face smooshed into your hair.

Being country kids, you and Epel were no strangers to injuries. Scrapes and bruises were common, and you had lost two teeth after a particularly stupid stunt involving a prank gone wrong with a neighbor's stubborn mule. Thankfully one was still a baby tooth and was replaced naturally anyway, but the other had to be magically regrown and you STILL remembered the lecture your pop had given you about that.

The point was, that the both of you had a very skewed view regarding safety and were far too used to situations that would have caused city parents to grasp their pearls and balk.

That was why, during a normal winter day when you were thirteen and Epel had just turned fourteen, neither of you hesitated when you went out to your favorite hill to sled and caught sight of the creek frozen over.

Well, it was called ‘the creek’ but it was actually a small river that wound around the edges of the northern part of the forest, past his family’s orchard. It was a decently calm one and ice skating was normal when it froze over, so you both jumped on the idea.

Typically, an adult would check to make sure the ice was thick enough, but you weren’t babies anymore and Epel loved to ice skate. He was way too impatient to wait long enough for you to text your dad to come and check for you.

It was getting harder and harder to deny him anything, and so when he begged to be pushed around on the ice with the sleds you agreed.

Everything was fine at first, walking on the ice wasn’t exactly easy so you didn’t get very far from the edge as you tried to push him. As you re-adjusted to the skill, though, you were able to push him farther.

Epel was laughing and climbing off his sled to switch places with you when he slipped.

The sled glided away from him and he hit the ice hard.

A crack of ice spiderwebbed out from under where your friend was on his hands and knees and your laugh died in your throat.

The world stilled to a terrifying silence as your gazes met, his filled with sudden panic and yours with something so sharp and grasping you couldn’t begin to name it.

“It’s okay…” you whispered, somehow afraid if you spoke too loudly everything would fall apart.

Epel swallowed thickly, tears beading at the corner of his eyes as he tried to control his breathing, tried not to move as each tiny shift drew more snaps and tiny breaks to shoot across the ice.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

The words were tumbling out of your lips desperately like a mantra, not sure if you were trying to calm Epel, yourself, or beg whatever deity was watching to not let your friend fall.

“I’m going to save you. I’m the hero this time, remember? Heroes save the princesses. You’re pretty like a princess, so it’ll be fine. You’re safe.”

You honestly weren’t even sure what you were saying at this point as you tried desperately to figure out a way to get to the lavender haired boy without putting more weight on the ice and causing it to break.

“I’m not a princess.” Epel managed weakly, voice warbling unevenly.

“Sure, you are. You’re a princess and I’m the manly hero.” You said firmly, spying a fallen branch that looked just long enough. “And manly heroes always save the princesses, right? That’s how the stories always go. Princesses never get hurt.”

You darted over and snatched up the branch before hurrying back to the ice and carefully stepping out as close as you could. You needed to be able to reach him.

The ice began to creak ominously under your boots, but it didn’t crack so you continued to slide yourself over until you could hold out the branch close enough for Epel to reach it.

Your heart was pounding in your ears.

“Hold onto it, ya got it? See, see it’s going to be okay.”

Epel wrapped his mitten covered fingers around the branch and clung to its rough surface desperately as he eased up on his knees.

“Come on, I’ll pull you. It’s okay. I’ll save you-“

You felt it more than heard it. A shutter through the ice below your boots.

You swung as hard as you could manage, putting all your weight against slinging Epel to the riverbank.

You felt the world drop out from beneath you, felt the freezing water engulf you to your very bones, stealing your breath.

You thought you heard your name being screamed but then you were being dragged down and only knew darkness.

It was sheer luck that one of your neighbors had been out hunting and heard Epel’s screams.

It was sheer luck she was able to use her weak water magic to drag you from the depths of the river and onto the snow-covered shore while also holding back the small boy from simply leaping in after you. It was luck that you hadn’t been under more than a minute or two.

It was luck that she was able to get you breathing again.

Your stay at the hospital lasted only a couple of days but Epel refused to leave your side for weeks.

He clung to you, large blue eyes swimming with guilt and tears he refused to let fall.

All he could think of was the determination and terror that had washed over your face when you yanked him towards the safety of the snow.

Of that instant of relief, he had seen in your eyes even as the ice gave way beneath you.

You were the bravest person he knew and neither of you had ever shied away from adventure or danger. He had walked proudly at your side knowing that you were best friends, and you could trust him to have your back. You never looked at him any different for being shorter or ‘cute’ as some of the other residents cooed. You never doubted that he could handle himself just as well as you could. He never doubted he could protect you if you needed it.

You were both wrong.

If he had been better, if he had been more like you – fearless and determined and strong – you wouldn’t have had to save him.

He wouldn’t have had to watch your still body with too-blue lips be dragged from the ice.

Wouldn’t have felt his world disappear beneath him with the earth-shattering terror that had sent him to his knees.

Wouldn’t have realized what it felt like for his heart to shatter while it still beat in his chest and know that the only possible way it would heal was if your own started beating again as well.

Wouldn’t have suffered the agonizing moments that dragged on like an eternity that clawed at his lungs and prevented him from breathing until you gave a sputtering gasp and clung to him as you coughed up lungful’s of water and mucus.

He wouldn’t have realized how weak and useless he was.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He whispered one night while you were both bundled up in your bed, fireplace crackling and more blankets than normal layered over you.

You couldn’t handle the cold as well as you used to.

He made sure never to go anywhere – no matter the weather – without a thick sweater tied around his waist or tucked in a bag. Just in case.

You gave a small snort and pinched his cheek.

“What are you talking about, of course a hero saves the-“

“I’M NOT A PRINCESS!” he snapped, voice hissed and full of disgust.

His chest heaved, arms trembling, but his eyes were dry.

He had sworn on the day in the hospital – when your first words were asking about his safety – that he was never going to cry again.

He would never make you worry about him again.

“I’m not a princess, ya got that!? I don’t need you protecting me! I don’t need you saving me! I’m not weak! Call me that again and I’ll punch ya!”

You blinked up at your best friend and could only manage a small nod.

“Okay.” you agreed with a whisper.

Epel glared at you like he was expecting you to say more, argue, or something, but when he saw that you didn’t plan on it, he relaxed somewhat. The tension easing from his shoulders as he flopped down and tugged the blankets over your heads again. He created a cocoon to trap in the warmth and fight off the small shivers he could feel starting to work down your spine again.

He tugged you against him so that your head was tucked under his chin, despite you still being taller.

“Good. I’m the hero from now on so don’t you forget it.” He snapped, burying his face into your hair, and tightening his hold around you, determined to fight off any chill you might get.

Determined to not let you wake up cold or alone.

“I won’t. Promise.” You whispered softly against his neck, arms wrapping around his waist and holding him back just as tightly.

You never doubted him. Even after he failed you, you never doubted him.

He was going to become a man that could live up to your trust.

The kind of man you deserved to have protecting you instead of the other way around.

He failed you once.

He’d never fail you again.

It was a relief to Epel that he had magic. Oh, he knew he had some, you both wouldn’t be able to fly brooms without a little bit of magic at least. But to have enough to be accepted into Night Raven College was something he had silently worried over.

If he wasn’t powerful enough to go with you – because, of course, you would be amazing enough to be accepted – how could he get strong enough to protect you?

Your matching letters on thick, ebony parchment and written in silver ink appeared at your houses on the same morning.

Epel hadn’t even bothered to put on shoes as he raced out the back door and sprinted across the fields and the orchards to the treehouse. He scampered up the rope, through the trap door and hurled himself inside but he was the first one there.

Nearly vibrating he scrambled up to the lookout and paced around the small balcony until he saw your figure sprinting through the knee length grass. He let out a whoop of excitement as he could see something dark in your hand and began wave his arms around wildly to show off his own.

He could hear your delighted laughter and wasted no time darting back down to the main ‘base’ room. By the time you had pulled yourself up the rope he was helping to yank you up through the trap door and causing the both of you to go tumbling into the nest together.

“Wediditwediditwedidit!” you babbled, throwing your arms around him.

“Night Raven here we come! Whoooo!” Epel crowed, kicking his feet in the air as he felt you laughing into his shoulder. “We’re gonna be the most powerful mages Twisted Wonderland has ever seen!”

When you had both tired yourself from the flood of excitement and adrenaline, you were both sprawled out on the blankets with your still messy bedhead resting on his stomach as you both stared up at the ceiling of your sanctuary. You knew every board and knot of wood, had watched it darken with age but not weaken over the years. Had worked together to repair the shingles that had been blown off by a particularly bad storm.

He began running his fingers through your hair, easing the tangles out absently as a warm sort of quiet settled around you both.

“…Pel?” your voice drew him from his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Are you nervous?”

“’Course not! I’m not afraid of anything!” he replied habitually.

There was a small pause.

“I am.” You whispered, so soft he almost missed it completely.

He blinked widely, propping himself up on his hands and looking down at you as you flushed darkly and looked away.

Epel opened his mouth to insist there was nothing for you to be worried over but something about the look in your eyes made him hesitate. He watched you for a moment before laying back down again and returning to untangling your hair.

“Why are ya nervous?” he finally asked.

You didn’t answer at first, shifting better so it was easier for him to continue running his fingers through your hair.

“…What if I’m not good enough?”

Epel didn’t understand. The thought was ludicrous to him and the mere idea that you would actually believe something like that just didn’t compute in his mind.

You were amazing. You were…you were…you. He didn’t have words to explain how wrong it was for those words to leave your lips.

“I’ll beat the shit out of anyone who tries to say you aren’t.” he all but growled, his hackles raising at the mere thought of someone saying something like that to you.

You gave a small laugh, and it warmed his chest knowing you weren’t doubting him in the slightest.

“Try not to get us expelled on the first day.” You teased.

“Oi! You say that like I’d get caught!”

“You always get us caught! What about when we tried to hide in Carroway’s truck to-“

“Hey! We agreed not to talk about that again!”

Your laughter sounded better than the pensive tone from before, so he didn’t protest too much. He did tug on a piece of your hair though, playfully.

“Seriously, if someone messes with you just tell me and I’ll take care of it.” He said.

You tilted your head faintly to smile up at him.

“I know you will.”

Because you trusted him.

And he wasn’t going to let you down.

When you were placed into Heartslabyul while Epel was sent to Pomefiore you were disappointed.

When Epel stormed over to you the next morning at the breakfast table you were saving a seat for him at, you could only stare.

You friend was…he looked…

“I’m joining your house.” He snarled as he dropped down beside you, painted lips pulled back and narrowed eyes lined in indigo.

You blinked, unable to form words for a moment before clearing your throat and managing a weak sort of smile.

“I-I don’t know if that’s a good-“

“I am not staying there! I can't!” he ranted, slamming his fists – nails painted the same shade as his eyeshadow – on the table.

“Our Housewarden is really strict and I don’t think you can just-“

“Epel! What did I tell you about running!” a smooth, cultured voice said sharply, making you turn to look up at one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen.

“I’m not staying in Pomefiore!” Epel spat back stubbornly, spine straight as he glared daggers at the tall blonde looming over the two of you.

The blonde heaved a sigh like he was suffering the start of a migraine, lightly rubbing at his temple before his gaze flickered down to you.

You in your vibrant – garish - Heartslabyul uniform and the crooked heart you had painted on the corner of your mouth with uncertain hands. His expression shifted minutely and the tilt of his lips with the rise of a perfectly sculpted eyebrow spoke volumes of just what he thought of you.

Or rather how little he thought of you.

As in not at all.

You swallowed and quickly stood, offering what you hoped was a polite smile and bow of your head.

“Hello, I’m-“

“I do not care.”

Your words died as his attention returned to Epel and he wrote you off completely, forgetting your very existence as unnecessary and unsightly.

“I certainly won’t be allowing you to leave for a house with such low standards.” He replied coolly. “Now come, you’re better off making friends with your fellow-“

But Epel snarled and was suddenly in front of you, glaring up at who you could only assume was his Housewarden.

“Don't talk about them like that.” He growled, hands clenched, and you could smell the flowery shampoo from his soft curls.

His eyes sparked and even though you could see over his head – he never did quite catch up to your height – you were absolutely certain he was ready to throw himself at the guy.

The blonde eyed him carefully and must have seen something in his expression or determination because he simply gave another tired sigh.

“Oh, very well, I will allow you to remain friends but you won’t get out of the skin care routine and if you’re going to be seen around this…potato then you should at least bring them with you. Perhaps I can make something of them so they won’t be a complete embarrassment to your reputation and our dorm.” He said, waving his hand slightly before spinning on his heels and sauntering off.

You could only blink, too stunned to really respond, and watched your best friend turn to face you.

“We’re going to the headmaster and I don’t care what I have to do but I’m not staying there.”

Epel was staying in Pomefiore.

The headmaster said that he had to have at least two weeks where the mirror had placed him before he was given the chance to go through the time consuming process of switching dorms.

Every time you were able to see each other he complained non-stop about his Housewarden and his overbearing nagging while you shared your laments about the red headed tyrant that ran yours.

“Maybe we can move to Scarabia…” you muttered with a weak smile during one of the evenings you were allowed to spend with Epel in his dorm room – with the caveat that you went through his skin care routine and makeup practice along with him. “Their Housewarden seems nice.”

Epel readily nodded, reaching out for the liner he had chosen specifically for you, to match the color of the heart you painted on the corner of your mouth every day.

“And they have cool uniforms, I’ll look way more manly in those than these.” He glared, reaching out to your face.

You had been close since you could learn to walk and touch was nothing new to you, but somehow, suddenly, sitting there with your -maybe too pretty – friend holding your chin felt different. The way his large eyes focused on you, leaned in a little closer than normal and began sketching out the shape of the heart on your skin and over your lips. The way his thumb brushed over them absently to fix a mistake. The way he smirked proudly when he was done and looked up to you to throw in your face how much better he was at this than you-

You both froze.

It wasn’t that you thought your friend was any more beautiful with the makeup than he had always been, or that the luxurious uniform accentuated it more than the work clothes when you would both swing around branches to harvest apples.

It was that shadow that had been there since the ice broke beneath your feet was pushed back. His chin held a little higher. His gaze fiery and more determined than you had ever seen him except for that night where he refused to be a Princess.

A bit of the confidence that you had always loved about Epel was starting to bloom again, despite his rantings about his annoying Housewarden. Vil Schoenheit had the highest standards for his students and especially the one that he was grooming as his protégé. Self-assuredness was a requirement and he certainly wasn’t about to let Epel have a weakness so easily exploited.

It stole your breath away and suddenly you had a very strong suspicion about why your heart fluttered every time he touched you now.

“I-I should go.” You stammered, scrambling to your feet and snagging your backpack from where you had dropped it by his bed. “Housewarden Rosehearts will be calling curfew soon and I don’t want to be collared.”

You fled before Epel could answer.

Epel did not end up leaving Pomefiore.

You didn’t end up leaving Heartslabyul.

Or rather, you weren’t allowed.

Vil had firmly declared Epel as his successor for Housewarden and with everything that happened in Heartslabyul…well you didn’t exactly get a chance to try. And then, you really didn’t want to anymore.

After the strange magicless student and their monster ‘saved’ your Housewarden somehow, it was like your dorm changed overnight. The rules remained but they were more flexible, your fellow students more quick to laugh, and the overall atmosphere lighter.

You liked your dorm mates and Housewarden now.

You enjoyed the movie nights in the lounge and the tea parties in the afternoon. You liked taking care of the hedgehogs and flamingos. You liked doing homework with your dormmates and helping Trey-senpai bake and doing makeup tutorials with Cater-senpai. Spending an afternoon painting the roses with the other first years and trying to keep Ace and Deuce from wreaking havoc in the gardens.

It was so different than your life back home but it wasn’t bad.

The etiquette was strange at first but it was also kind of fun, like rules to a game, and you really looked up to Riddle-senpai after he had apologized to you and the rest of the dorm. He was so confident and always knew what to do and what to say. He didn’t let anyone speak down to him because of what he looked like.

He reminded you of Epel, but lately you had been doing your best not to think about your best friend and so focusing on being the best Heartslabyul student you could be was easier.

You had even started experimenting with adding a little more makeup to your ‘look’ the way Cater-senpai suggested.

Not a whole lot but he made sure to point out that your eyes were ‘way viral’ – whatever that meant – so he showed you how to use liners and eyeshadow along with the heart that you had perfected on the corner of your lips.

You even worked up the courage to ask Vil-senpai for his suggestion on colors and he had sat you down for more than an hour and walked you through color matching and seasonal shades while Rook-senpai waxed poetic in the background.

He was strict and straight to the point about what he suggested you work on, but it wasn’t the cruelness that you had felt from Riddle-senpai before and so it was easy to brush off any hurt that might have come from it. Epel had always been blunt too so you were hardly a stranger to such words. You knew how to listen to what was behind them.

You knew he never meant to hurt your feelings and you were beginning to think that Vil-senpai was the same way. Or maybe, at least, that he didn’t always mean the acerbic insults he could come up with at a moment’s notice.

You could ignore it.

What wasn't easy to brush off was the look Epel shot you when he found you in his Housewarden’s room. Chin in his hand and eyeshadow being carefully applied.

“Epel! Look, we-“ you started excitedly when you noticed the lavender haired boy in the doorway.

You were having a particularly good day so far, had done well in class, gotten a head pat from Trey-senpai, and Vil-senpai had given you some good tips that you wanted to share with your friend. You thought, maybe, you could work up the courage to do HIS makeup this time. And maybe if you asked Rook-senpai he could give you help on how to tell Epel how you felt about him.

It was a terrifying thought but also electrifying.

How would it feel to hold his hand, not just as a friend? How would it feel to kiss him? Would he blush like he did when he was flustered, or would he smile at you? Would he let you wear his extra jersey to the Magift games? Would he let you take him on a date to Mostro Lounge?

“Would you just STOP, Vil!?” your friend cut you off, glaring daggers at the taller blonde and grabbing your wrist to pull you away from the vanity you had been sitting at. “No one likes your stupid makeup! They look ridiculous!”

You froze, the warm bubble in your chest disappearing as if it was never there.

“Epel, lower your voice and watch your manners.” The blonde glared, looking actually, honestly angry for the first time as his violet eyes flickered to you and then back to your best friend.

“No! You don’t get to force what you want on them! They don’t need your girly makeup or the stupid outfits!”

You liked the outfits that Vil had made him.

“Epel stop.”

“Monsieur pomme sauvage, perhaps you should-“

“Not everyone’s like you Vil.” He spat, derision dripping from his lips. “And you’re not going to drag them into all this useless shit you keep pushing on me! I’m not going to let you turn them into some kind of pathetic princess for one of your stupid shows! They’re not weak like that! I’M not weak like that! So FUCK OFF!”

Epel spun to face you, to drag you out of the room away from his now eerily silent Housewarden.

He froze when saw your expression.

You don’t know what he saw but you suspected it had something to do with the hollow feeling in your chest.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

You saw something in his eyes that you were too hurt to understand at the moment.

You silently pulled your wrist from his hold and without a word, left the room. Left the dorm.

He didn’t come after you.

You had known Epel as long as you could remember.

You knew he hadn’t meant what he said.

You knew he didn’t think you were weak or silly or ridiculous.

But things had started to change while you were at NRC. You had started to change, grow and experience things you never had before. Cultures and habits so different from your small country home. A home you still loved, still wanted to return to, but one that you could now see wasn’t the whole world as you had once thought it to be.

You didn’t like everything here. You didn’t like how certain foods were restricted to certain days in Heartslabyul – that did seem silly to you – and you could agree that Vil-senpai was a little too strict on what he expected of his housemates’ presentation to be at all hours of the day.

But there was so much that you did like.

You liked being creative with makeup and trying clothes that had certainly never been available in the stores near your town. You liked learning dances and practicing with the other first years and Riddle-senpai. He was stern but kind, now, and never degraded you for not knowing the different waltzes and ballroom dancing that were so common in his Queendom. You liked how pretty things could be with lace tablecloths and polished tea sets.

It was new and interesting and lovely.

But Epel hated it.

Epel hated all of it and while he had regained a lot of his stubborn determination that he once held, he didn’t see what you saw. He didn’t want to be anything like Pomefiore or Heartslabyul. He wanted to be in Savanaclaw where he could prove how strong he was.

You didn’t think he needed to prove anything.

But he still hated it.

You realized there had never been a chance to see him where he hadn't complained about something he didn’t like about Pomefiore or his Housewarden.

Complained about his love of makeup.

Complained that he was vapid and shallow, only caring about looks.

Complained that Vil was hardly a man at all with how he dressed.

So many things that he hated.

So many things that you were starting to like.

But then…did that mean he wouldn’t like you anymore?

If you admitted to liking the makeup and enjoying tea parties where you laughed with friends over pastries…

Would he hate you too?

“Sometimes,” Cater-senpai had said as he patted your head. “People change. Sometimes that change brings people together…sometimes it pushes them apart.” He glanced over to where Trey-senpai was helping their housewarden with the hedgehog pens. “There’s not much you can do about that but stay true to yourself.”

“But I…I don’t know who I am without Epel.”

“Then maybe you should find out.”

Epel didn’t text you.

For a week neither of you called or texted or interacted with each other at all.

It was…it hurt.

You hated it.

The other Heartslabyul boys didn’t miss your dispirited mood and did their best to spend time with you. Ace, Deuce, Jaq, Kai, Hachi, and Sei dragged you into every ‘first years only’ get together they had. Trey always seemed to need an extra pair of hands in the kitchen whenever he saw you. Cater would insist that you were the only one that could help him with his Magicam videos.

And Riddle-senpai decided that you needed extra tutoring and so would spend evenings going over homework with you – sometimes with the other first years or Trey and sometimes just the two of you.

It left you with little chance to miss Epel except when you were alone in bed, shivering as you couldn’t quite warm up despite the heavy velvet blankets.

But…you started to have fun again.

It was nice having friends, so many friends that were there to tease and support you. To urge you into what you liked and to try new things but also didn’t hold back from playfully insisting that you were the ‘Heartslabyul Princess’ now.

The one time Riddle-senpai heard that he blushed such a dark shade of crimson that you were afraid he would pass out.

You wished you could share it with Epel. You wished he could see all the great things you saw.

“Then you should show him.”

You glanced up to see Riddle watching you from across the table, expression serious and thoughtful.

“Tell him how you feel and what makes you happy. If he does not accept that…then he is not good enough for you.”

Those words didn’t make sense at all to you. Epel was the best. He was amazing in so many ways, he was…he was Epel.

If anything, you weren’t good enough for him.

“If he cannot see you as you are and respect that, love you for it, then he is a fool.”

“Ah, there you are little potato.”

You looked up from where you had been wandering down the halls in the direction of the library. Vil and Rook stood before you, perfect as always. You thought you saw a flash of something in the Housewarden’s eyes, but it was gone too quickly to understand.

“Vil-senpai, Rook-senpai, it’s nice to see you. Did you need my help with something?” you asked, uncertain why they would approach you when you hadn’t been around their little ‘apple’ for weeks.

“Nothing of consequence.” Vil assured as he pulled a liner from his pocket.

It was the exact shade of crimson that he had decided was best for your complexion before Epel had interrupted you.

You blinked as he held it out and then placed it in your hand.

“I simply noticed that your lines are not as smooth. Your old one must have started to dry out so you this one instead and be sure to put the cap back on securely after each use.”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at the gorgeous upper-classman and stammered what you hoped was a ‘thank you’. It must have at least been passable since the Housewarden’s glossy lips pulled into a bemused smile before he moved to continue on past you.

“W-wait!” you said suddenly, not really sure why you were doing this.

You could just text.

You could call.

But you were terrified.

Vil paused to glance back at you, an elegant eyebrow arched in question.

“Vil-senpai, is….I-I mean…” you swallowed thickly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “H-how is…”

When it was obvious you couldn’t manage to finish what you were trying to say, he simply gave a soft huff of a sigh.

“Seeing as how you are not nearly as troublesome as your fellow dormmates, I suppose I will allow you to continue to visit Pomefiore. So long as you act accordingly, of course.”

Your heart leaped in year chest and Rook flashed a cheeky smile your way.

“Oui, we have quite missed your lovely visits, petit coeur.” He winked. “Our talented magift team will be practicing this afternoon but I’m sure a treat of the apple pie you baked last time would be greatly enjoyed.”

A bright smile bloomed on your face and you quickly nodded.

“Y-yes! Yes, I’ll be there!” you said quickly before spinning on your heels and darting back the way you came.

You had some baking to do after all and not very long to make it perfect.

Maybe you could talk to Epel and figure this all out.

It would be okay.

Epel didn’t know if he hated Vil more…or himself.

He tried so many times. Opened your text thread so often and typed out so many different apologies he had stopped keeping count.

And each time he had frozen.

Each time his thumb had hovered over the ‘send’ but been unable to gather the courage to press it.

The expression on your face would flash through his memory and he would desperately erase whatever he had been trying to say, knowing none of it would be good enough.

Growing up together you had squabbled before, of course. It was what kids did.

With it just being the two of you, though, there had been no other choice but to make up if you didn’t want to be friendless for the rest of your lives.

And none of the fights had been like…this.

Nothing he had ever said or did had caused you to look…had hurt you so deeply.

Like he had grabbed one of Rook’s hunting knives and stabbed it into your chest with his own two hands.

What could he say, what could he do to make up for that?

He didn’t even really get it.

He didn’t understand why you were warming up to Vil or Rook. He didn’t get why you were so willing to eat lunch with the other Heartslabyul boys when he was right there. Why you let Cater paint you up and then plaster your picture all over his Magicam page with tags like #Heastlabyulprincess or #twocuteiestoocute for everyone to see. Why you didn’t mind when your Housewarden would stand so close to you while fixing your uniform.

Why did he have to fight everyone else off just to enjoy some time alone with you now?

You were his best friend!

He was your best friend!

Wasn't he?

Why did you care about these other guys now over him?

Couldn’t you see how much he loved you? How much he wanted to be the perfect guy for you? Wanted to make you proud to be with him and hang on his arm. Wanted you to know that he would protect you like you had protected him?

Did you not think he could?

Did you not think he was good enough?

Had watching Vil paint him and dress him up like a doll make you think that he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe? That he would leave you to go with Vil into some celebrity fantasy that his annoying Housewarden kept blabbering on about? As if he could possibly be happy with all this frilly shit instead of a small cottage with you near the orchard that he would inherit, and you would both care for together?

Clearly, he had to prove to you that you were what he wanted. That no matter what stupid house he had been put into or the stifling rules that the tyrant was strangling you with, he would be the same. He wouldn’t let it change who he was. He would always be the boy you had grown up with and held against nightmares and picked leaves out of your hair when you would both jump into piles of them during the fall.

He would be the anchor for you in this ridiculous school that obviously didn’t see how amazing you were just as you always had been.

He would prove it to you.

He just needed to make himself better first. He needed to learn what he could from the strong students at NRC and prove to them all that he wasn’t the delicate little flower that Vil was trying to turn him into.

He tried talking with Rook first, of course, since he was the most easily accessible – and really the guy was rather terrifying despite that ridiculous haircut and personality – but he could only understand about a third of the weirdness he spouted off so Epel gave up on that avenue quickly.

Leona was the second person he tried attaching himself to. The prince was everything he wished he could be. Tall, strong, fearsome. No one would dare try to say he was weak and even if they did they would regret it.

Unfortunately, the Savanaclaw Housewarden wasn’t the mentoring type and even though he was the magift captain all of his ‘training’ and help revolved around the game and that was it. He barely gave Epel the time of day outside of the field. He even tried bugging Ruggie for hints of what the lion might suggest but the hyena just rolled his eyes and brushed him off like all the rest.

It was only when he stubbornly attached himself to Jack’s side and refused to let go of the wolf’s track jersey until he agreed to give him pointers, that he was able to make progress.

“I don’t get what you’re trying to do.” The therianthrope admitted as he ran his hand through his hair exasperated. “I’m not trying to be ‘manly’ or whatever. I’m just being me. If you’re trying to get stronger, though, I guess working out more and doing weights might help.” He shrugged. “I jog with Vil-senpai in the mornings. You’re welcome to joi-“

“No!” Epel snapped angrily, not wanting to have to spend even more time around the older teen than he already did.

Jack rolled his eyes.

“Fine, whatever, I weight lift every other day and there’s a gym in Savanaclaw. If you want to join me it shouldn’t be a problem as long as you don’t keep trying to pick fights with my housemates. Leona-senpai is getting annoyed at all the noise.”

Epel beamed up at his new friend, nearly bouncing on his toes.

“Great! I’ll be there!”

You might not be talking with him at the moment but just wait, he’ll be super manly when you did and he’ll sweep you off your feet!

“So who is it that you’re trying to impress? Not that I care or anything.” Jack said after one of their now regular workouts together, running a towel over his face.

Epel sputtered, face flaming as he quickly hid it in his own towel with the excuse of wiping off the sweat that had gathered.

“N-no one! Why would you think I’m trying to impress anyone!? I just want to get stronger!” he said, though the unusual pitch of his voice gave his lie away easily even if Jack couldn’t practically smell it on him already.

The wolf raised an eyebrow down at the shorter boy and Epel stubbornly looked away, draping the towel around his neck and busying himself with fixing the short ponytail he had pulled his hair into.

“Sure.” The wolf snorted under his breath. “Then who are you not trying to impress? Your Housewarden? That Heartslabyul friend of yours?”

“Why would I want to impress Vil!?” he hissed instantly, ruffling at the very idea.

It only made him look like an angry little kitten.

“So it’s the little heart princess?”

“Princess!? Don’t call them that!” he snapped back. “They’re not like Vil, okay! They’re strong and brave! They wouldn’t be a princess.”

Jack just wrinkled his nose at him.

“What are you talking about? Vil isn’t weak and what in the Seven’s kind of fairytales have you been reading?” he asked dryly. “More than half of our school’s founders were fierce Queens that no one could stand up against.”

He gave a derisive snort.

“That’s different, Jack. Besides, it’s not going to matter because I’m going to get stronger and then join Savanaclaw with you. Then I won’t have to worry about Vil or whatever stupid play or modeling practice he comes up with.”

“I thought you said the Headmage said you couldn’t change houses.” The wolf asked as they exited the Savanaclaw mirror and started towards Pomefiore.

He usually followed him to at least give a hello to Vil before he started on his afternoon run.

“Yeah, well I’ll change his mind.” Epel said firmly, tilting his chin up stubbornly as they stepped through the mirror and started up the perfectly manicured walk to the elegant castle.

“Right, well, when you join Savanaclaw you’d better be ready for initiation. They’re not going to go easy on someone with a face like yours.” He warned.

“Oh yeah, well they’ll just find out what I can do!” Epel grinned viciously, already imagining himself in the leather and yellow uniform.

How cool he would look and how he could impress you by taking down all the therianthrope and taller humans that wanted to bully him for his face. The same ones that he knew would try to tease you for the Heartslabyul tea parties and makeup. He’d show them how cool you were too and then you could come with him! You’d look great in leather!

He just had to figure out the best way to words things so that you’d know how sorry he was for not being able to make Vil leave you alone.

Epel’s day dreams were cut off, though, when he started towards the grand staircase up to the dorm room floors and heard your voice call out to him. He froze, not having expected to see you so suddenly and definitely not at his dorm around the other Pomefiore students.

He looked over to see you coming from one of the side parlours. Your smile was small and unsure but warm as always. Clearly awkward but at least not with that hollow look in your eyes anymore.

“Hi, Pel.” You said, your gaze flicking over to Jack for a moment before back to him. “I…uh, Vil-senpai said you would be out of practice but then Stefan said you had gone to Savanaclaw to meet a friend. I’m not…interrupting, right?”

“N-no, not at all! This is Jack, Jack meet my best friend.” He said quickly, telling him your name before focusing on you again. “I just wasn’t expecting you. It’s…nice to see you.” He admitted, something in his chest settling as he hadn’t seen you in so long and it felt like a breath of fresh air having you beside him again.

Warmth flooded your eyes and he watched the little heart on the corner of your mouth dimple that made him wonder why people thought he was cute when you were right there.

Still, he saw the clear signs that his Housewarden had gotten his hands on you. Your eyes were lined even more elaborately than usual with a mix of crimson and gold. Your heart was shimmery as if an extra layer had been added to your normal design. Your hair was even up in a style that he had seen Cater post on his Magicam.

Epel had watched the video of the older teen’s hands brush through and fix your hair while narrating what exactly he was doing and what kinds of hair types the style would go with until he had it memorized. The only reason he hadn’t watched it on mute was every now and then you’d make a comment or laugh at one of Cater’s jokes and he had missed the sound of your laugh so much it physically hurt.

He remembered how Cater’s fingers had lingered along your neck or tucked accessories into place so gently and he couldn’t help but scrunch his nose.

“Come on, you can come up to my room and get all that mess off you.”

He saw Jack wince out of the corner of his eye and quickly make an exit, but he was focused on you. He reached for your hand but you wouldn’t let him pull you up the stairs.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, glancing into the parlour where he could see his Housewarden and Rook chatting quietly around an overly decorated table with tea and what he thought was apple pie.

He was surprised that Vil actually allowed such an unhealthy food in his dorm.

“Epel…I wanted to talk with you.” You finally said, pulling his gaze back, though your smile was a little more uncertain before.

“Sure, come on, you can spend the night. Nan sent me some of our normal soap so you wash off that flowery shit.” He said, hoping to entice you to stay with him.

It’d be like back home. He could hold you close and keep you warm like a real boyfriend would.

He could ask you to let him be your boyfriend.

He didn’t understand why your smile kept fading.

“Epel…I know you don’t like Pomefiore. I know you don’t agree with what Vil-senpai is trying to teach-“

“Force.” He interceded.

“…force you to do. I talked with him. He said maybe we can try different things. You don’t have to do everything exactly like him. We can find our own styles together and-“

“I have a style!” he pointed out, feeling a bit defensive now.

Why had you been talking with Vil and not him?

Why did you seem to want to be around everyone else except him?

“I know you do, Epel, and I like you the way you are. That doesn’t mean we can’t try things though, right? It’s like the lemon crisps Trey-senpai made. Riddle-senpai said it’s best to try it so you can find out what you like and don’t like. I didn’t like it but I’m glad I tried it at least. I tried the treacletarts even though I didn’t think they looked good and I ended up really liking them. Maybe if you tried different things you could find some things you do like. Things that we can do together and-“

“Is Vil forcing you into this? Hm?” he finally snapped, gripping onto your hand tighter. “You shouldn’t listen to him, you know. He wants to turn you into one of his little dolls. He wants to use you as an accessory and then throw you away. You don’t need any of that stuff! You don’t need to stay in Heartslabyul. We can go to Savanaclaw together and-“

“But I like it!”

He blinked.

“What?”

Your fingers trembled in his.

“I like learning about makeup, Epel.” You said softly, eyes hurt and unsure but also not backing down. “I like baking with Trey-senpai and trying different hairstyles. I like seeing the different kinds of clothes that Vil-senpai designs even if I don’t want to wear them all. I like dancing and reading and tea parties. I like magift and flying. I like climbing trees. I like playing croquet with the flamingos and hedgehogs. I like it and I don’t want to stop or leave.”

Epel’s chest was tightening, and he didn’t understand why you were saying this.

“But you look better without it.” He said desperately, trying to make you understand.

Wishing you would see what he saw. How people were changing you.

He just wanted his best friend back.

He wanted things how they used to be.

“Then why are you trying to change?” you finally ask in a small voice. “You keep saying how you’re going to get ‘stronger’ and ‘manlier’. What if I like you the way you are too?”

Epel’s nose wrinkled again in disgust.

“Stop teasing me. Don’t you think I know what others say about me? How even people from our town still call me ‘cute’ when I’m already sixteen!? I’m not a kid! I’m not some pretty princess that’s going to dress up and smile for a camera! I’m not going to let them talk about me like-“

“THEN STOP CARING ABOUT WHAT OTHERS THINK!” your voice broke, wobbling as Epel just didn’t understand.

“I never thought you were weak or less ‘manly’ than anyone else!” you added, neither of you noticing that the other Pomefiore students had been quickly ushered out of the foyer by their Housewarden and Vice-Housewarden. “You're the one that thinks that! You are the one that’s trying to force me to do what you want, not Vil-senpai!”

Epel’s eyes widened as you pulled your hand away again.

He felt your fingers slipping from his grasp and his breath went with it.

You were shivering.

“I don’t want you to change into something you don’t want to be…I don’t want you to force yourself to be something you’re not.” You whispered, lip trembling. “But I’m not going to let you force me to be something you want, either.”

“I…wait, stop, it’s okay. I don’t mind you liking that stuff! Really!” he said desperately, grabbing at your shoulders to prevent you from leaving. “I think you’re cute with or without makeup! It’s fine! And if you want to stay at Heartslabyul that’s okay too! You-…you could spend the night over in Savanaclaw with me sometimes! And you can try all the stuff you want before we go home! I don’t mind! Really! We can tell nana and your pop and I bet they’ll all laugh about it! It’ll be great and it’s okay if you’re a princess, right? You’d make a much better princess than me anyway and-“

“So…it’s okay to be a princess?”

“Yes! Yes definitely!” Epel said, trying to figure out what the right thing to say was.

What he needed to say to make you stay.

To not lose his best friend.

“But it’s only okay if I’m the princess.” Your tone was…he wasn’t sure.

Something was wrong and he could tell but he didn’t know why he was suddenly so terrified. Why it felt like you were already out of his reach.

“I-…”

“Because you don’t want to be a princess because they’re weak. They’re silly and shallow. It’s okay if I’m one though. It’s okay if I’m silly and shallow and weak.”

“That’s not…that’s not what I meant.” He swallowed thickly, realizing that maybe…maybe he should have listened more to Rook and watched how he said things…

“I know what you meant.”

No. No you didn’t understand. You didn’t understand how much he needed you to be with him. How he just wanted you back. How he wished neither of you had come to NRC at all.

You could have stayed at his orchard for your entire lives. You could have gotten married and grown old together and maybe even had kids someday or adopted. He would have made you so happy. You would have been so much happier than the hurt and resigned state you were now.

He wouldn’t have had to feel you letting go.

“Wait…” he whispered as you took a step back and out of his grasp. “You can’t leave…please, you can’t…”

“You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do, Epel.” You said sadly. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll forget about me soon…it’s not like you seem to like who I am anymore, anyway.”

Epel couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe.

Just like he had been on the riverbank years ago, he could only watch as you disappeared from view.

But this time there was no one there to drag you back to him.

Because he was the one who pushed you away.

That winter break he slipped wordlessly out the back door, ducking his head away from the worried looks his grandparents sent him.

The trudge to the treehouse was unusually silent with a fresh blanket of snow heavy on the ground with only the crunch of it under his boots breaking it.

He climbed up the rope and pushed open the trapdoor, hearing it creak in protest after being unused for so long.

He would need to oil the hinges.

Things were exactly as they had been left. The blankets still rumpled in the corner, a couple of books you had been reading stacked on the small end table, the sparkly rock that you had found while treasure hunting still decorating the shelf above the window.

But you weren’t there.

After the argument you had had, the other Heartslabyul boys had apparently named him enemy of the state and done everything they could to keep him from being able to talk to you. To apologize. To do something to make you see just how sorry he was and how much he missed you.

He even tried talking to Rook about how to get you to understand how much he needed you.

The hunter just gave him a sad, almost disappointed look.

“Aa, but that is the thing, pomme sauvage.” He said gently, patting his shoulder. “Have you asked them what they need?”

He hadn’t been able to answer.

He put in the request to move to Savanaclaw again, and this time Vil did not refuse it.

He was glad about that. It made it easier. And Savanaclaw was great! Really! He loved how free it was and hanging out with the others and he could focus on training for magift and working out with Jack. The uniform was way more comfortable and so cool!

It didn’t seem to matter anymore when he watched the Heartslabyul Housewarden slide off his uniform jacket to drape around your shoulders.

He suddenly didn’t care that no one forced him to fix his hair in the mornings before class when he watched the red head escort you with all the chivalry of a knight.

It was all pointless as he watched you smile and laugh, bringing a softness to your Housewarden’s face that only you seemed to be able to cause. Listen to you chatter about random things the way you used to with him, only for it to be directed at Riddle now instead.

Watched as he treated you so kindly but with so much respect, like an actual princess.

Watched as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

You had gotten permission from your parents to stay with some of the other Heartslabyul boys over the break.

He only learned about this because they had told his grandparents.

Epel crawled over to the blankets and didn’t even bother shaking them out before wrapping them around himself and trying to block out the world.

You should have just let him fall through the ice.

It would have been less painful.

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Whelp I did not mean for this to become so long and rambly but it just kept going and getting angstier. (Blame Ciel, they supported the angst brainrot) This really was supposed to be a cute fluffy Childhoodfriend! AU but turned into kind of a character analysis-ish on Epel's views on masculinity and such. I don't hate Epel but he's a dumb teenage boy with a complex and he doesn't always know how to see past his own views. Hopefully he'll grow!

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Princess - Frat! Tyler Galpin x FEM! Reader

Literally all I can think about is Frat Boy! Tyler. OMFG I need him out of my head.

Summary: As the presidents of Alpha Sig and Theta Chi, you and Tyler have to Co-Host the annual ASA/THETA CI Halloween party together

Warnings: Tyler is a bit of an ass, language, smut, mirror sex, Dom Tyler, unprotected sex (USE PROTECTION PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!) not proofread!! 🫣

You ran over your mental checklist, checking to make sure that everything was set up perfectly for the annual Alpha Sigma and Theta Chi Halloween dance.

As President of ASA, you had more responsibilities than others, having to overlook food, music, drinks, and decorations. Your duties were supposed to be shared with the Theta Chi President, Tyler Galpin, but you had guessed the guy, whom you hated, had no plans to help you out., even though the party was at his fucking frat house.

Your phone buzzed.

where r u???? we were supposed to start getting ready 40 min ago!

you typed a reply to your best friend.

Tyler never showed.

what an asshole

You laughed at the message before doing one last check that everything was in place.

As you turned to leave the big room that was designated for the party, you saw Tyler in the doorway. He was looking around the room, at all of your hard work, that he would more than likely take credit for.

“Looks good, Princess.” You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d given you freshman year. His signature pretty smirk stretched across his lips sent a flutter through you.

“Thanks for helping, dickhead.” You pushed past him. locking the door to the mansion.

The two of you stood in silence with him smirking at you and you glaring at him.

You knew he was going to bring up the duo costume you were required to do, and Tyler, being Tyler, had basically forced you into being a Prince and Princess.

“Can’t wait to see you in what I picked out.”

That was another thing. In the midst of you doing all the heavy lifting, Tyler got costume duty. You had yet to see what he had chosen for you to wear.

“Tyler, I swear to GOD-” He stepped closer to you, his large hand reaching up to move a fallen strand hair behind your ear.

“Don’t worry, Princess.” His voice was low and smooth. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” His eyes glanced down at your parted lips and then back to yours before winking. “After you, M’Lady.” He let you pass him as you walked down the stairs of the frat house, decorated to a “T” for the spooky holiday. “See you tonight!” You got into your car and drove the short way to the ASA house.

...

“Holy shit.” You stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a pale pink princess costume, complete with a fully boned corset. Your friend stared at you, mesmerized by the gorgeous dress Tyler had picked out. You had feared Tyler was going to give you a slutty nurse costume or something like that, but he had, of course, surprised you. It fit you like a glove, the sparkly pink corset extenuating your waist perfectly. You had pinned up your hair in a pretty updo and topped it with the beautiful gold gown Tyler had given you. Complete with your simple but pretty makeup, you looked like a million bucks.

“Holy shit! Galpin has great taste.” You couldn’t help but blush, your cheeks mirroring the color of your dress. Your friend was dressed as Dorothy, the rest of your friend group completing the Oz gang.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, wondering what you would look like next to him. Maybe even on his arm...

“Fuck.”

You had to get there early to welcome the guests and you were already running late. Your phone buzzed.

I’m outside, princess.

You had to reread the message Tyler sent before replying.

What?

What kind of prince would I be if I didn’t take my princess to the ball in a carriage?

“Tyler’s outside.”

“What?”

You showed her the messages and her eyes widened.

“Shit! What do I do?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Go!” You glare at her and she shrugs in reply. “He’s hot.”

When you got to the main entrance of the house, you paused. Through the window you could see Tyler and an actual fucking coachman. Tyler had rented a horse and carriage ride for the two of you.

“And here the lovely lady is.” His devilish smirk was back, contrasting the large gold crown atop his head.

You had to admit, he looked handsome in his costume, a white medieval blouse with a dark blue cape attached to it, a fake sword sheathed at his waist.

You fought off the little voice in your head that said he always looks handsome.

Tyler held his hand out to you as you got closer to the white carriage. You couldn’t help but blush under his gaze as he took in your costume, suddenly nervous.

As we settled into the carriage, Tyler leaned into your ear, whispering in a low voice that gave you goosebumps, “You look absolutely beautiful.” His hand was still holding yours from when he helped you into the carriage but neither of you let go.

You’d assumed that Tyler would have the coachman go straight to the frat house and when you asked he said,

“What kind of royals would we be if we didn’t make a grand entrance?”

“Tyler we have to be there fir-“

“Don’t worry, M’lady. It’s handled.”

After a carriage ride through a nearby park, the party had been going on for around 40 minutes and Tyler asked the man to bring you to the house.

Your heart beat when the driver slowed down, the horse coming to stop in front of the grand staircase. Once again, Tyler helped you like a gentleman. As you walked up the steps, his hand slipped from yours which made your heart sink, just a bit.

The wide doors were open, the music blasting, sorority girls and frat boys everywhere.

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt Tyler’s hand on your lower back, guiding you further into the large room.

To be honest, you had felt like you were in a cliche. Like in a Disney movie when everyone stops to watch the beautiful girl, or in this case, you and Tyler.

His hand gripped you a bit tighter and he pulled you closer to him.

A group of girls in skimpy costumes immediately formed a half circle around Tyler, telling him how great the party was. You tried to slip from his grasp to go find your friends but Tyler pulled you back into his body.

“Thanks ladies, but you’d have to thank my lovely Y/N for the party. After all, my little princess planned everything, didn’t you?” You suddenly felt shy in his presence, like he was forcing you to be praised, which, in a weird way, was attractive.

“Yes.” Was all you could manage out. But, it was clear that the girls were only interested in Tyler, and not the decorations you had meticulously hung around the space.

“Alright girls, I’d love to stay and chat but M’lady needs a drink.” He flashed his million dollar smile and led you away from them.

You felt so awkward. Having spent the last hour with your rival who was undoubtedly also whom you had fantasized about for four years. It felt surreal. You downed a shot of Tito’s, not wanting to think about it anymore.

Of course, because of course he had, Tyler had hacked your Spotify and added a slow song to the party playlist you had curated. When you heard the music your eyes widened, embarrassed that you had forgotten to double check your playlist. You hadn’t realized that the floor had cleared and that Tyler was standing in the middle of it.

“Y/N.” You looked to your friend, frantically trying to find the device to change the song.

“What!??”

She motioned with her head to where he was standing, causing your mouth to fall open. Everyone was watching.

Tyler held his hand out to you, grinning.

“Girl if you do not dance with him I will kill you wi-“

You cut your friend off by slowly walking to meet him.

“May I have this dance?” You rolled your eyes before placing your hand in his.

“Yes, you may.” His grin widened and he pulled you in close, placing one of his hands on your back. You brought your free hand to his shoulder.

”Everyone is staring at us, Tyler.”

“I’m pretty sure they are watching you, babe.”

“What? Why?” Tyler’s hand left your waist to tilt your chin up to him, his thumb just barely touching the bottom of your lip. Your breathing went ragged.

“Because you look fucking gorgeous.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped himself. He brought his hand back to your waist and smiled at you.

Of fucking course Tyler could dance. Except for actually fucking sucking, he was perfect. More people took to the dance floor with their dates, which made you more comfortable.

Tyler could feel you relax in his arms. He removed his hand from yours, bringing it to your waist, pulling you in closer. You now were swaying awkwardly with your hands hovering over his chest. He was trying not to laugh at your flustered self, your cheeks pink and how you wouldn’t make eye contact with him. Tyler knew he made you nervous, hell that was the reason he was such an ass to you, so he could watch the effect he had on you. And dammit if you didn’t have the same effect on him.

He wanted so badly to dip his head and kiss you but knew it probably wasn’t the best idea.

“Sweetheart just put your arms around my neck.” Your heart beat faster at the new nickname but you did as you were told. Unfortunately, this meant that when you looked up, you were basically nose to nose. You watched, mesmerised by him, how his eyes travelled to your mouth, how his tongue darted out a bit to wet his, the slightest tighten of his grip around you, how when he looked into your eyes once again, his pupils were blown and his smirk was back.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You cannot be turned on right now. Not by Tyler Fucking Galpin!

The universe seemed to read your mind and the slow song ended, leading you to unwrap yourself from his grasp. He looked a little startled as you smoothed out your dress.

“I gotta go find my friends.” Before he could respond, you were gone, leaving Tyler alone amongst his drunk classmates.

You had been successfully ignoring Tyler, your heart, and the slight ache between your legs for the past few hours, mingling with friends, being a good host, ect.

Suddenly you felt a presence behind you and thinking it was Tyler, you didn’t turn around.

“Do you wanna dance?” A voice that did not belong to Tyler surprised you and you turned around. In front of you stood a blonde guy, dressed as Fred from Scooby Doo, who you vaguely remember seeing at other parties. The first thing you thought was

He is not as attractive as Tyler.

Not wanting to be rude to the guy you agreed and followed him to the dance floor.

The two of you danced to the upbeat music, his hands resting on your waist.

You forgot about Tyler for the time being, getting lost in the music. It felt nice, dancing with someone random, having fun.

Unbeknownst to you, Tyler had been watching you dance with your new friend. He was pissed. He had been so generous. Bought you a very nice dress, rented a carriage for the night, slow danced with you at a fucking frat party, and this is how you were thanking him? He was glaring daggers at the blonde guy who you had been grinding on for the past minute. Tyler snapped when the guy turned you around, trying to pull you in for a kiss.

“Oh fuck this.”

He hightailed it to where you were, wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling your back against his front.

You were startled to say the least, ready to turn around and slap whoever just grabbed you but when you heard Tyler’s voice in your ear, your heart stopped.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing Princess?” His lowered voice sent shivers down your spine. Tyler’s eyes locked on your dance partner who was standing in disbelief at the two of you.

“Listen man, I didn’t know she-” Tyler interrupted him.

“Get the hell out.” He didn’t wait for a reply, promptly turning the two of you around. His large hand grabbed yours, leading you up the stairs.

“Tyler! Where are we going?” You tried to shake your arm from his grasp, but he just tightened his grip. He led you into what you figured was his room. “Tyler we were just dancing!” You jumped as he slammed the door.

“Oh really?” His fingers grazed your arms, his hot breath on your neck. “You were just dancing with him?” You look up and realize that you are in front of a mirror. Tyler’s eyes are on yours. He still looks devilishly handsome, his crown sitting perfectly atop his head.

You, however, look flushed, from the dancing, your cheeks reddened, your chest straining against the tightened fabric of the corset, the tiara on your head slightly off center.

Tyler’s eyes scan down your body and you feel his hand travel to your lower back, right on the tie of your corset, playing with the strings. You can hear the music from the party downstairs but all you can concentrate on is Tyler. The heat radiating off of his body, the featherlight touch of his fingers on your waist, the way his eyes were locked on yours.

“Were you avoiding me,” his voice lowered as he dipped his head further into your neck, “princess?” Suddenly, Tyler pulled you flush against his body, causing you to gasp. “Answer me.” You had to look away from him, far too embarrassed to hold his gaze.

“Yes.”

Tyler laughed.

“I’m gonna ask you a few questions and I’d like you to answer honestly.” His hand slides up your waist, up the fancy pink fabric of your corset, skimming over the hot skin of your chest, and up to your chin. Tyler tilts your chin up with his fingers, bringing your gaze back to his before his hand settles gently on your throat.

“Do I make you nervous?” His mouth was right by the shell of your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. All you could do was nod. “Use your words, princess.” Heat rose to your cheeks.

“Yes.” Tyler grinned.

“Now why is that, baby?” Your body subconsciously reacted to his words, rolling your hips back into his ever-so-slightly. He chuckles and his lips graze your neck.

“Be-because I…” His eyes lock on yours through the mirror again, a evil grin spread across his lips.

“Because you…?” His lips return to your neck, finding a spot to behind your ear, pulling it between his lips. You gasp, your hips rolling back into his again.

You remain silent, because you are embarrassed, you tell yourself. Not because you are too enthralled in Tyler’s movements. His hand on your throat tightens and your eyes meet his.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Your arms erupt with goosebumps and you are certain Tyler can feel the heat radiating off of you.

Still, you don’t answer, hoping to remain neutral to his touches.

“Hmm.” You can see a wicked glint in his eyes. “Guess I’ll just have to fuck the answer out of you then.”

Your eyes widen at his vulgar words but you can’t help your body’s reaction. You can feel him, all of him, pressing into your back.

His mouth returns to your neck, his lips and teeth finding any available skin to mark.

You try to conceal the sounds that are coming from your mouth, to no avail. Tyler already knows the effect he has on you. The effect you have desperately trying to avoid the entire night.

“Tyler…” His lips leave your neck and you turn to look at him. You take him in, his beautiful eyes, his swollen lips, his permanent smirk, and the fucking crown that seems to be superglued onto his perfect hair.

His gaze locks onto your lips and your heart races.

Before you can finish your sentence, his mouth is on yours. Tyler’s kiss is hungry. You moan into his mouth and feel him smirk.

Not breaking the kiss, Tyler turns you to face him. You barely register the fact that he’s backed you up against his door. Your hands travel to his face, bringing him impossibly closer while his bring the fabric of your dress up. You break the kiss when you feel his touch on your bare thigh.

“Oh what’s wrong, Princess?” Your blush is permanent and you can’t meet his eyes, only watching where his hands have come to rest on your skin. “Afraid that I might find out how you really feel about me?”

Yes.

You want to say it.

You could feel your arousal. And soon, Tyler would too. And his suspicions would ring true.

“Just say it and it will be so much easier, princess…” One of his hands leaves your thigh to return to your neck, bringing you to meet his gaze again. “I’ll give you what you want either way.” Your thighs squeeze together, Tyler’s hand caught in between them, making him laugh. “Sweetie you’re only hurting yourself here. The quicker you say it, the quicker-“

“Tyler, please.” He stops at your words.

There is silence for a few seconds.

“I need more than that baby.” His hand slides up your thighs, making you gasp.

“Fuck.”

“Oh a pretty lady like you shouldn’t use words like that. Try again.”

You glare at him and suddenly his knuckle drags against your core. You spasm, struggling to keep the curse words from leaving your mouth.

You look at him again and the fucker is grinning.

“Tyler…” You pause to collect your thoughts, and whatever is left of your dignity before continuing. “I’m attracted to you. And I don’t want to be so I was- I was avoiding you.”

“So you like me?” The grin hasn’t left.

You don’t respond right away so Tyler brushes his knuckle against you once again.

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Would you like me to touch you now? I think you earned it, don’t you, princess?”

You can’t help but nod.

He’s gone from your vision in less than a second, on the ground between your legs.

You could take a picture, Tyler Galpin in between your awaiting thighs, a crown sitting atop his head while he looks ready to devour you whole.

His hands slide up your thighs to your underwear, which you had matched the best you could to the corset he’d provided. Tyler groans as the lacy pink fabric comes into his view.

You step out of your panties, wobbling a bit on your heels, but Tyler steadies you. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulders, taking you in. You flush at the fact that you can feel yourself practically dripping for him. You make eye contact with him once more before he dives in.

Tyler’s mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it like his life depends on it, making you let out a strangled moan. Your hands grab onto the back of his head, pushing him further into you. Tyler’s tongue licks up your cunt, dipping into you slightly before swirling around your clit. You gasp, unable to find words, and so he does it again. And again. You feel your release coming, tugging tighter on his hair and his mouth latches onto your clit again, sucking it through your high.

Your gaze travels to the mirror where you see yourself against his door, gasping for air, while Tyler is seeking purchase between your thighs. The sight pushes you over.

As your euphoria hits you, Tyler’s younger is there, making sure he gets every last drop that comes out of you. You struggle at the sensitivity but his grip on you tightens, forcing you to his mouth.

When he’s sure he has licked you clean, he stands, grinning again. He follows your gaze to the mirror.

“Oh… little princess likes to watch herself get fucked, now does she?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before pulling you closer to the mirror, placing your hands on it.

“Don’t move.”

He stands behind you again, gaze on yours while he pulls your skirt up. You hear him undo his belt and zipper. You close your eyes.

“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Your eyes open instantly, finding his in the reflection of the mirror.

And suddenly, you feel him. You have no idea what to expect, not being able to see him, but your body is ready, cunt dripping once more.

“Count of five?”

You nod.

“Five. Four. Three-“ Tyler thrusts into you, one hand gripping your waist, the other next to yours on the mirror.

“Asshole!” You struggle to adjust to his size, trying to calm your body down after he went two seconds too early.

“I’m full of surprises.” He slams into you again, eyes locking in on yours.

His hand once again finds your clit, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger as his hips slam into yours.

You desperately try to contain the noises, but how can you when you are watching him fuck you like that? The sight of him alone could make you come. The two of you, a prince and a princess, the gold crowns sat atop your heads, a perfect match.

You moan his name as he pinches your clit, coming once again as he groans into your neck.

“God you’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He keeps drilling into you, fucking you through your high while chasing his. You watch him in the mirror, head hurried into your neck, his strained hand on the mirror, fingers barely touching yours, his other hand deep within the fabric of your dress.

Tyler spills into you, letting out a deep “Holy shit.”

His head leaves your your neck and he grins at the sight of the two of you, mostly you, too fucked out to care about what comes next. You whine as you feel him pull out of you, zipping his pants back up. His hands return to your waist, pulling you back into him.

“So girlfriend, why don’t we go rejoin the party?” He kisses your neck, leading you to the door.

“Tyler… give me my underwear.” He grins.

“You know what, princess? I think I’ll keep ‘em for now. That way if you talk to another guy, you’ll feel me dripping down those pretty thighs of yours.” He winks at you before leading you back down the stairs.

:) god I’m so goin’ to hell.

#tyler wednesday #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin smut #tyler galpin wednesday #wednesday #wednsday addams #Tyler Galpin x reader smut #frat! tyler Galpin

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sexylil-doll · 1 year

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Everyone was busy. People walk here and there, run here and there to prepare things while you on the other hand are sitting in front of your vanity table, clad in your favorite black satin robe, staring lifelessly at your reflection while waiting for your make-up artist and hairstylist to arrive.

It was your wedding day, yet you don’t feel anything. You’re not even excited or happy. When the make-up artist and hairstylist arrived you were still in your position, stilled on the chair like a statue.

Everyone had done their jobs, from your hair, down to your face and the only job left for you to do was to change into your beautiful wedding gown. The mannequin that wore your dress stood on the left side of your bed. It was a very beautiful dress in the color of Ivory with sparkly glitters and flower shaped bids that complimented the dress well.

No matter how beautiful and elegant the dress is, there’s no excitement inside of you to wear and feel the soft fabrics of the dress just like what other brides mostly do. Your heart aches upon remembering your late lover, the one you want to marry.

As the church bell rang, the big double oak doors opened as Sunghoon walked down the aisle towards the altar. He looks so ethereal while walking on the aisle, so handsome like a real prince. No matter how happy he is right now, he can’t help but feel a pang of pain inside his heart remembering your cries last night.

Hearing you cry from sadness and pain because of the death of his brother Park Jongseong, your late lover, the one who truly promised to marry you in front of everyone. His brother was the one who should marry you, but because of unexpected events here he is, standing right beside the altar while waiting for your arrival.

When the church bell once again rang, the double doors opened as you stood at the foot of the door, wearing your beautiful ivory wedding gown that suited you well. Despite the veil that hides your face, Sunghoon can see clearly the pain and sadness in your eyes. How puffy your eyes had become because of shedding too much tears.

“Now let us humbly invoke God’s blessing upon this bride and groom, that in his kindness he may favor with his help those on whom he has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony.”

Throughout the ceremony, Sunghoon’s eyes were settled on you. It never once leaves your figure to look at the audiences or other things, but you. No matter how happy he felt inside, he can’t help but to think how selfish he is for letting you marry him even though it was a loveless marriage.

“In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may now kiss!”

When the priest announced it, everyone inside the church stood up to witness the scene. Sunghoon lifts the veil and slowly inches closer to you. You were expecting him to kiss you yet you felt his feathery kiss on your forehead instead.

“I can’t kiss you, knowing that you don’t want me to be the one who should do it..” he whispered to you.

When you look at him, you can see pain in his eyes, making your heart swell in guilt as you once again shed tears.

“I know how painful it is for you to marry me instead of my brother, but please… give me a chance..”

With a one swift move, you’re now caged between his arms, as he buried his head on the crook of your neck and cried his heart out.

“Forget him, and love me, instead…”

#enhypen x female reader #enhypen au #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwoon #niki #Sunghoon x reader #angst

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missamyrisa2 · 1 year

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Tickly Dinner and then I forgot how it ends

It was a pleasant dinner, why wouldn't it be? The atmosphere oh god I said atmosphere about a restaurant I'm going to jump into that big pot of hooooly shit lobster bisque anywayyy she's sitting across from me and then the look starts. I see it in the corner of her plush pink lips, the sproutlings of a smirk. I push my own lips out in protest, I shake my head with a subtle tilt as the waistress drops off our refills. Yes, waistress because she both looks like she has extremely ticklish wide hips and would be a hugely sassy tickler shaking them while bringing the adorable man host to giggling tears I mean that guy is wearing the silkiest dark suit and sports endless curly locks, he needs to be struggling through gasping giggles at all hours of the day while his waistress tickles his pockets and taunts his princely rod held prisoner in those divinely soft pants. I snap at my own hand, trying to keep it still. She's pursing those lips now, lowering her chin and sending out those teasy beams from her sparkly globes goooosh I hate this so much, it should not be possible to hold such sway over someone's body this must be exactly how the servants to the gilded feather of the crescent ocean felt when the ancient snickerqueen rose from the depths and imprisoned them in the jet chamber which is kind of like when you're in a pool and there's that jet of water and you put your navel up to it and then the lifeguard throws you out because you keep giggling and it's distracting him but also you couldn't help but poke that adorable toned navel. Okayyyy her eyes are on mine now and it's starting. Goooooosshhh can't do it I can't it's not going to be good the waistress will see, that old couple next to us who I'm pretty sure are diddling one another under the table will see mmh I sure hope I'm getting that kind of action when I'm ancient why do we never see like really old ladies in tickle clips I mean the fetish has been prominent for so long and there's those vintage clips and those girls have to be old now I really want to see how their experience grew all this time and ahhhh I canttttt she's wiggling those lips I'm gonna dooo it I'm lifting my shirt oooh gossh the air in here is kissing my belly and now I'm snickering~

"Grrrrr I hope you're happyyyy!!"

I feel my nose crinkle, I tried to stop it but my nose doesn't listen ever and now that fire just exploded. And then it explodes again because I push my glasses up with my pinky and I see her tickler look flash ~ that big streak of a smirking smile and knowing cast of her eyes. Even her hair is against me, bouncing with that little taunt. My belly twitches under the cool air of the restaurant and the exposure. She's tickling my navel with those eyes, I want to cover it but instead I shift and now my hips pop slightly from my bottoms. Ughhhh this superpower she has over meee ~

"You'll need to stop that."

The waistress towers down over me, her intense hazel globes putting on a show but there's a clear brightness to her stride. With catlike quickness she checks and sneaks a poke right on my navel. Not just a poke. It's clearly a strum, a special move only a tickler would have loaded and ready to roll. Nnnnh. I hate being so right! I also hate that squeak that just escaped my lips as my cheeks ignite in blush. Not just my cheeks, my neck is positively pink, I can feel it. My shirt sheepishly goes down as my new tickler continues on her way and my present tickler has taken the opportunity to move to the next level of torment.

"Don't youuuuu dare~~~" I snarl, gripping the table trying to look tough. Her phone is out on the table, the screen clearly visible as she gives me an innocent look as the app launches. Gently pulsing lines draw across the screen and I feel them wake up. Those jerks, the little nubbins hidden throughout my outfit. One by one they activate, under my arms, along my ribs, over my belly, one for each hip, one for each hip dip, behind the knees, under the toes, andddd naturalllly plenty around the royal areas ~

"Shall we start on low?" That fully exposed tickler's smirk. I almost fall out of my chair right then and there, stripping off all my clothes for her spell. Instead I feel my lips twitch and tremble. Her fingertip gently flicks along one of the pulsing lines to start a wavy pattern. MMmhh~~~ gentle buzzes start up along my ribs, feeling like flirty fingers gliding up and down. I try to hold stoic, turning my head side to side. She isn't having it, her middle finger taps the adjacent wave and it's a sudden shock to my underarms. I pound the table and attract way more attention than is ever comfortable in my entire lifetime.

"Good ticklebug~ and speaking of bugs, I think I saw something fluttering around that adorable lil bellybutton~" She leaves the rib tickles to repeat, fingers touching and probing each one like I'm getting an examination that never ends and who the heeeeeck examines ribs anyway? I suppose someone has to and I sure hope I don't need it anytime sooon but now I can't think about that because a humming is starting around my tummy. It trembles as the nubbin attached to my shirt works its magic. Spidering grasps, soft strokes, loving pokes ~ how is it even possible to simulate, how is she sooo good with that app ~

"How are you soooo gooooood??" Her fingers dance and twirl and work away on the bouncing lines, her other hand casually holding up her cheek as she holds that darn adorable smile with a torturous streak ~ she shrugs playfully and starts sending trembling loving signals to my legs and toes. I stand up, catch eyes with her and sit down to take my tickles ~ I'm bursting with giggles now, sounding like I was being fed an endless stream of jokes from the funniest tablemate ever and yet my tablemate is simply beaming across at me, drinking up my every sound and reaction.

"Does that tickle?" She muses, making feather strokes happen along my toes. I slip a moan. I'm begging and pleading though it really just sounds like squeaks and garbled attempts to make anything sensible. Suuurely the waistress will be back, to eject us to at least relieve me of this public tickling spectacle ~ I try to find eyes with the towering lady of endless refills ~ and just as the buzzing creeps into my royal areas I see her, casually having a snack at an unoccupied table and soaking up from a perfect viewpoint these teases being enacted on my body. Mmmmmhhhh goooosh ~

"Okayyy okay okay okayy okayy okay okayyy~" the attempts to endure start and fail just as suddenly~

"Okay okay okay? ~~ Okay? Yeahhh~! This is so hot, I'm not gonna lie~" She grins, slipping a sly hand down to I thiiiink give some sympathetic tickles to her own royal area as the loving hums start up on my chest buttons, alternating and shaking like flicking fingers. The table should file a lawsuit for assault against me, I pound it again and again. I'm full on laughing now, gasping even. The other patrons are watching everything. She goes full bore and starts up the buzzing in my honeyspot. I sing verses to songs that never existed in pitches that shouldn't. She goes "oooooh~!" with impression before gliding down to raise the buzzes and taunt my swelling royal princess part. I grasp the tablecloth as hard as I can, it starts rolling towards me. The silverware starts clattering on the floor, drinks spill and cups all. I suck at magic tricks. I shake my head no no no no no. She bobs her head yes yes yes.

"Mmmhmmm mmmmhmm~"

My silky panties become weaponized, cradling my royal areas snugly to hold back and tease the swelling while delivering all those trembling buzzies on the death spot. The gathered crowd is watching intently, hanging on every moment. "Will she?" is the common sentiment though they say nothing. I'm rising, rising, their bated breath with me, my princess part teased and vibrated to maximum ridiculousness, honeyspot thoroughly pillaged by tickles and my ribs and belly and underarms and toes are bullied to bits ~

And then she hits the panic button~

Front row tickets at the tickle noise concert. The vibrators are playing an all-night set and the encore is as long as the show. I lose all semblance of control, the rhythms are all gone and my body is beholden to tingly tickly chaos erupting all over. The tickle spots are in a fight for dominance for who gets to make the most sounds of my lips ~ I'm off my chair, the chair was gone like minutes ago. I gyrate around and buck and struggle ~ the gigglegasm was right within reach ~ and now it seems so distant, the light of a star that arrived only to tell me it had been dead long before ~ Endless eyes are looking down, smiles and smirks. She still sits at the table, almost comically, just casually orchestrating my complete annihilation ~

And then it stops. When did it stop? Am I still laughing? Am I dead? Am I evil? My feet are walking. Moving backwards. Maybe in heaven everyone walks backwards hahaha I think I'm going to heaven. Maybe a haven. That's pretty cool. Tifa has a Haven and she punches people so that's neat except she probably wouldn't tickle me. I wish she should because that hair. It's just like the hair of this waistress who hollllyyyyy sugar she's backing me into this stall and asking if she can see "me". I nod dreamily. It's probably not happening except it is my bottoms are tugged down and my girl is right there too she's pressing vibeys again and now this domineering woman is taking that strummy finger and working the sleeve imprisoning my bullied princess part and my navel at the same time. She's playing me like an instrument with those nails and that wicked sneer ~ sooo much contempt for this silly girl in her restaurant ~ something about that's it cum for mama I can't even register the words because I'm not a cash register but I know that command and that tone and it's all it really takes because I'm so tickled and the buzzies are going and she has my navel and my princess rod and now I'm right here, backed up by these two lovelies made to gigglecum so much in this bathroom ~

how utterly ridiculous~

And even more so because through the fuzzies I now realize we're moving ~ I must have fuzzed out ~ no matter because the car will take me home~~excepppppt I happen to be bound with my arms up in this backseat ~ and the driver is neither the waistress nor my lady ~ because they sit next to me, applying bright shades of lip gloss as a tingly post gigglegasm makeout session is soon to begin~~~<3

"Oooh no you're not stopping the story with your silly heart just yettt"

Gooosh how silly. I have to wiggle and struggle madly as this car drives somewhere surely but more importantly a plush pair of pink lips and purple lips make kissy muah muah mauh taunting sounds as they caress and graze down my arms and biceps. I beg and plead not to kiss my muscles, I simply can't take that and now they're making me admit it to my reading audience tooo ~ They snicker and continue, passing the phone back and forth to send taunting buzzes under my legs to make me dance. Their lips split up, with my lady making out with me but more like sipping the giggles from my lips as the waistress moves to my belly, sealing her lips and blowing raspberries between loving kisses across all that sensitive skin before dipping her tongue in and out of my twitching navel. My chin is directed up so they can start tormenting my neck. I'm screaming with gasping moaning giggles. The prints tingle all over my arms and tummy and now my neck.

Our car makeout session goes so long I don't even realize we've arrived at the torture Miss Amy Convention. Good old MAC. Except people keep showing up for makeup and computers or something.

Alright, I'm so done~

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whatyouseeiswhatyou · 2 years

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i miss when i was a good story teller. i would have even my biggest baddest bullies hanging off the edge of their seats tryna listen to a scary story i just so happened to think of. i could make up anything on the spot. stories of demons and wicked twins and girls on lost journeys. i had them all looking at me as if i wasn’t the same little girl they just finished tearing apart for wearing sneakers from payless. their eyes would get all big and sparkly and as i looked back at them with their attention in my grasp, i saw the itty bitty small kids they all really were. they would all spout such grown-up words with such grown-up voices but at the end of the day they were still children and children love a good scary story. and on them days where i felt like using my voice to frighten, i too had a grown-up voice on. but the difference was that i wasn’t mimicking mine, no, i was born with it. i was born with a voice that was enticing and deep and loud with an adjustable boom. i didn’t need to practice mine, i didn’t need to try mines on to see if it fit inside my mouth. all i had to do was feel the story crawling at my uvula and the voice would speak without a command. and the stories would pour. i had little black boys jumping out of their seats crying, telling me to stop. that my stories were too much. not tough no more aint ya? i’d scrunch my face up all crazy-like, showing them how the evilness would look in person and they would be silent, just watching and gripping the straps of their bookbags with sweaty hands. sometimes i wonder why i even told my stories to them kids. they didn’t deserve them, but i also didn’t care to write them down no more. writing them down got me phone calls telling my mama that im a behavioral issue and sessions with the school counselor. i wonder if those kids would go back to their mommies and daddies telling them about all the weird shit the lite-brite girl had to say at school as they stopped to pick up their dinner at mac donalds. they would conveniently leave out the part where they touched her parts that they believed belonged to them and pulled at her hair. you know how kids are, they scared of getting in trouble. they don’t want you to know that they’ve been playing grown-up when they should have been learning how to tie their own shoes and that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.

story telling was my super power. but i inherited it from my father. my father could have the whole room cracking up. it didn’t matter if you liked him or not, you had to admit that he was good at it. he used his whole body when he spoke. when his hat came off and them big timberland boots did a mighty stomp on our worn wooden floors, you just knew the story was about to get good. he’d put on a show and god knew i wanted, no needed, a power like that. when the family would come over and the adults shooed all the kids into my room, i always left the door open just enough so i could hear. my back would be facing the door and id have all my dolls out in front of me. cousins on the bed watching fresh prince and Cosby, but id be listening to my father tell stories of robbery and companionship and lost love and the unholy south. there was always a lesson at the end of my fathers stories. always something for my family members to take back home with them, and for the ones that stayed the night, it would be kept under their pillows as they slept. his stories left you tingling, as if you finally figured out what was missing from the pot. my father did magic with his voice, he always knew where to put the joke, when to get you jumping out of your seat with laughter. i knew this gift of his was not stolen nor mimicked, he was born with it and when his seed joined with my mamas egg, the gift grew a little bigger and broke off a piece of itself and that piece was given to me.

now im 20 years old, sitting in an apartment filled with girls who don’t look like me in Binghamton, New York and i got my phone propped up on a large tub of half eaten peanut butter, tryna tell Instagram a story. im stuttering, can’t think straight, the words aren’t wording. my mind can’t seem to figure out where the story started and how we gon get to the ending of it. where did my gift go? was i only good at telling scary stories? why am i not using my body no more? is i self conscious? you can’t be worried about looking cute when you telling a good story. as i look into the mirror and see all of my expression lines, i am reminded of the stories i use to tell. when i speak in my normal vernacular i hear my grandma and my father and my mother and my tías and my uncles and my cousins and with all that mixed together i hear jade. but i wanna hear that deep, enticing, bass booming gift from god again. i wanna leave the room feeling and knowing that i left everyone with a lesson, with a good story.

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Dance With My Father Again

Summary: Andy escorts Bianca and Katrina to a Father Dance. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Andy’s Hate of Country Music, Child Bribery, Minors DNI

A/N: This scenario is based on something that happened between myself and my own dad when I was the girl’s age. It’s a good memory for me. Apologies for bashing country music. All mistakes my own. Written on my phone. Let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!

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“Alright ladies, let’s put the finishing touches on these outfits before Daddy sees you.”

Both girls look at themselves in the mirror. And when Bianca does a little spin, Katrina is quick to do the same.

“We lookin’ pretty Mama?” Your older baby asks.

“Gorgeous.”

Bianca was wearing a dress with a black bodice that flared out into a white chiffon tutu covered in back polka dots. Whereas Katrina had chosen a sparkly silver ensemble that ended just below her knees.

Per her request, you’d straightened BiBi’s hair and then spun it into big, loose curls. And as for your other girl, you’d slicked her hair back and piled it high on top of her head.

And for the final touch? A small spritz of perfume and a dab of pink lipgloss.

“We ready, Mama?”

“I think so. In fact, I think Daddy is gonna be blown away.”

Opening the door, you lead them to the top of the stairs.

“Daddy! Are you ready to see your dates for the evening?”

“Ready?” Your husband yells back. “I can hardly wait!”

Arm in arm, you lead them both down the stairs. “Close your eyes, honey…”

You make it the bottom and hand the girls their respective purses. “You can open them now.”

When he does, your suit clad husband gasps before clutching his chest and falling backwards onto the couch.

Jesus, how they looked like their Mama! God, he was gonna be in trouble when they hit puberty…

“Oh. My. Goodness. You two look stunning. I mean absolutely stunning.” The goofy smile on his face let’s you know that he means every word. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen two more beautiful little creatures!”

They weren’t going to be allowed to date until he was dead and gone…

Blushing softly, your sweet girls do a little spin. “We picked these out ourselves.” Bianca tells him.

“Well, you both look amazing. So amazing, that Daddy went out and got these just for you.” Reaching over, your man pulls out two plastic boxes containing…

Two different colored corsages.

“C’mere, my lovely ladies.” He beckons. “This pink one is for my brilliant BiBi.” Andy places if on her little wrist. “And this purple one is for my creative little KitCat.

“Bootiful, Dada.” She delicately strokes the flowers on her wrist.

“Yeah! Beautiful gift from our handsome Daddy. We’d kiss you, but lip gloss.” She tells him.

You rub your swollen belly and smile. “Alright, let Mama get a picture of the best looking trio in town before our Prince Charming here whisks you off to the ball.”

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Holding hands with the most gorgeous girls this side of Boston, he walks them into their school gym.

Huh. He thinks to himself. These decorations are odd…

The invite that was sent home in their folders had nothing about a country western theme…

“Oh good God.” He mutters to himself. “Please tell me tonight isn’t what I think it is. Please tell me it’s not…”

“Well, howdy pardner!” A man by the name of Mr. Bruins greets you. “And welcome to this here Square Dance!”

Andy feels himself go pale. If there was one thing he hated more than dangerous criminals, banana pudding, and slow walkers…it was Country Music.

Especially Square Dancing.

Immediately, his girls move to the center of the floor and start dancing their little hearts out.

“C’mon Daddy!”

With a sigh, he two-steps his way over, clapping his hands the whole time.

He’d do anything for his girls, but he would also do anything to get out of this nightmare.

Andy needed a plan - one that wouldn’t upset his girls. So he had to think…

And then think some more.

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Thirty minutes later…

He’d been dancing nonstop with his babies. Throwing them in the air. Swinging them around. At one point, he’d thought he’d lost KitCat…

Only to realize his already tiny baby girl had done the splits and gotten stuck.

“C’mon ladies, let’s go grab ourselves some punch.”

He leads them over to the snack table and gets them something to drink before unleashing his plan.

“Now, ladies…I know we’re all having a good time, but Daddy has an idea about something even more fun that we could do. You wanna hear it?”

“Yeah!” They both shout.

Andy crouches down in front of them. “Okay, so we could stay here…

And let Daddy’s ears bleed.

“Or, we could get outta here and go see a movie. I’m talkin’ all the candy, popcorn, and soda you want.”

Their eyes go wide.

“I’m talking Sour Patch Kids, Gummy Bears, Reese Pieces…whatever your little hearts desire.”

“And nachos wif’ dah popcorn?” BiBi asks.

“Yep. Sure. Sounds fantastic.”

Andrew Barber was a desperate man.

“And Daddy will hand you his phone so you girls can figure out what movie you want to see on the way to the theatre. Think of it as an extra special date - just the three of us.”

He flashes then his most charming smile. It worked on everyone, even his wife…sometimes.

“Okay! Movie night!” Screeches Bianca. “And special date wif’ our Daddy! C’mon KitCat, to dah car.”

Katrina grabs his big hand and drags him out and away from his personal hell.

Thank goodness for his girls.

And for his belief in bribery.

END

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multiland · 3 years

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Yoon Jeonghan as your boyfriend

Warning: Contains NSFW

A fun partner, loves the littlest things he’s able to enjoy with you.

Fun dates with lots of laughter most of the times. Fancy, romantic ones with lots of flirting in others.

Will always mock and tease you. He low-key thinks it’s funny when you get mad and will take advantage of it to start babying you.

Pranks on each other all the time, will also record all of your reactions.

If you have siblings, expect him to plan pranks to play on you with them. However, he will always play the prince charming card in front of your parents.

He wants kids, so it’s a must for you to also like them. He’s really good with kids and truly enjoys their presence.

He’s competitive, but also a cheater. He will always get on your nerves shamelessly.

He hates it if someone else dares to make fun of you. He considers that to be something only he is allowed to do.

Loves bragging, especially when it comes to you. Someone wants you? That’s okay, it’s only going to make his ego boost.

Really confident about your relationship and himself.

Although he likes to be playful, he’s also very attentive and romantic.

Always remembers the things you like, which leads to him bringing some of them to you whenever he’s able to.

If you show interest in his legos, or maybe you tell him you want to help him out to build some, he’s going to melt on the spot.

Seriously, his eyes will get big and sparkly.

Loves watching series with you, bug will get upset if you watch a new episode without him (this rule doesn’t apply to him, of course, let’s remember he’s a cheater.)

The only thing he doesn’t cheat on, is your relationship. If the two of you are official, he takes it very seriously and he’s absolutely loyal to you.

Loves it when you ask him to sing for you.

Also adores when you play with/stroke his hair.

Makes you shy in public because he finds it endearing when your cheeks are bright pink.

Rests his head on your lap/shoulder no matter where you are.

Constantly plays with your hair.

Forehead kisses, small pecks a few times a day.

He will talk to you in tiny. You’re his baby and that’s how he’s going to treat you.

Cuddly af, sleeps hugging you.

Likes it when you wear his clothes. He thinks you look cute and loves to have your scent lingering on the fabric.

Kisses your hands all the time.

Adoration in his eyes when he sees you happy.

He’s a good listener and gives good advices when needed, but most of the times will teach you that the most important thing is your inner peace and you wouldn’t let anyone or anything take it away from you.

Something simple like "baby/babe" or "doll"

In all honesty, he doesn't like to fight. He think it's a waste of time and energy.

Prefers talking things out, letting you say what you feel and how you think things could get better.

When he needs to be serious, he will be. He speaks calmly and firmly, trying to be as assertive as possible.

If he's the one who got angry, then trust me, he won't keep it go himself. Jeonghan is very honest and straightforward. If you happen to be doing something/acting in a way he doesn't like or is making him uncomfortable, he will probably tell you before it leads to a fight.

Jeonghan hates it when people tell him to shut up, especially if he's trying to talk about something important. Also hates being yelled at, so you better keep things low and have the best disposition.

I don't think fights would happen often, but if he gets angry and he doesn't find a way to fix it soon, he will likely leave for a while to cool down and not talk to you until he thinks it's the right moment.

He could say things he doesn't really mean in the heat of the moment, which makes him feel terrible afterwards. He will make sure to let you know it wasn't true and that sometimes he can't help having that sharp tongue.

He tries his best, but he's not even close to being perfect. He's a human who gets hurt and is capable of hurting you.

Apologizes a hundred times when he fucks up, and he means it. When he tells the truth, you will just know it.

Now, Jeonghan feels proud when others check you out; but that doesn't mean he can't get jealous. You both need to have limits or it could lead you to an argument.

Gets clingy when you make amends.

Probably leads to make up sex.

The biggest little shit you'll ever meet.

High sex drive. Strong libido, great stamina.

Likely to be a switch, but leans to dom.

When he doms, he's the hard type. Wants you to obey and you better do, he won't hesitate to punish you.

When he subs, he's the brattiest. Loves to push your buttons and dare you. Won't wipe that smug smirk off his face.

Very vocal. Moans, grunts, hisses.

Filthy mouth. Loves dirty talking to you.

If you're innocent and inexperienced, he will definitely want to corrupt you. If you're experienced, he will really want to challenge you.

A damn tease. He doesn't care if you're in public or not; if he feels like provoking you, he will.

He knows his charms and will use them in his favor.

Very handsy. Struggles to keep his hands to himself.

Too shameless for his own good.

The kind of person to touch you under the table at a family/friend dinner.

He just doesn't give a fuck.

Would follow you to the restroom for a quickie or a good blowjob.

If you're alone, he will start placing innocent kisses on your shoulders and neck, but before you notice you will be in a heated make out session and grinding into each other.

Amazing kisser. Loves teasing you with his tongue or nibbling on your lips.

Also a little bitch capable of pretending he's about to kiss you and then pull away before your lips touch.

Doesn't really like it when you tease him back. It will only make his dom tendencies take over him to, again, make you succumb to him.

Lazy morning sex, late night sex.

Doesn't like condoms.

Loves facefucking, degrading, and possibly choking.

He thinks it's damn hot when you lick/swallow his cum.

Loves it when you pull on his hair, also pulling on yours.

Makes you scream his name, if you don't, then he won't be satisfied.

GREAT at oral and fingering. This man knows what he does.

Good at aftercare gets giggly and really sweet while taking care of you.

Most likely stay awake after sex.

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stray-kids-react · 3 years

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Sleepy but clingy SKZ

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Bang Chan

° Bang Chan doesn't get a lot of sleep, he's gone days without it and usually just stays up working while your cuddled into him dead asleep.

° So when he is tired, you force him to sleep. Because he will complain when you try to pull him away from his laptop. Even though he's fallen asleep sitting up 5 times now.

° Chan is very cute when he's sleepy and it isn't often that you get to see it, his lips are pouted and eyes are practically closed. He also tends to lean onto you when walking to bed.

° You take a couple photos while he's sleeping because he's so cute, cheeks squished against the pillow as he shifts his face closer into it. And very pouty lips.

° Makes soft groans when you aren't near him, pulling you towards his bare chest. When you are next to him, he'll place your hands on his back so you can hold him.

° Usually a big spoon, but when he is very tired and needs sleep. He is an adorable little spoon who wants nothing more than to sleep and have you holding him.

Lee Know

° When Minho is tired he usually will just fall asleep in bed or on the nearest furniture whether you are there or not. But when he's sleepy and clingy, he'll need you with him.

° He only gets tired and clingy when he's had a bad day, his eyes will resemble a sad puppy and his lips are naturally very pouty. Then he'll just curl up into your arms.

° Likes it when you play with his hair, it makes him fall asleep faster and distracts him from the minor headache he has. He'll literally melt when you do this.

° Do not mention his clingy state to any member, or he won't cuddle you for a week. The members will tease him non stop and it embarrasses the hell out of him.

° He's not mad at you, he just gets embarrassed and is cautious doing any affection when he is rethinking his life choices at the moment.

° Even though he is labelled the savage member, he can't be mad at you. He sees you as an angel and is glad he has someone to hold him when he needs to be held.

Changbin

° Shy when you first began to date, but now he is very very clingy. He'll randomly walk up to you and just peck you hundreds of times before walking away like it's nothing.

° Can get a bit whiny when he's tired, begging to go to bed and cuddle him. It gets to the point where he doesn't care who hears him begging for your attention.

° When you finally give in, he'll murmur the softest 'thank you' before cuddling into your chest. He'll sigh in content once he is comfortable before falling asleep.

° Knows when you aren't with him, and will wake up instantly. Understands if you need to use the washroom or grab a drink/snack, but will complain if you just leave to leave.

° Tracing his jaw line will soothe him tremendously, he'll fall asleep in seconds. Changbin enjoys the feeling of your fingers against his skin, it is comforting to him.

° Once talked in his sleep lightly, whispering about how much he loves you and even mentioned how he wants to marry you. Whispering a small 'I do'.

Hyunjin

(Our prince is coming back soon!! ❤️❤️❤️)

° Clingy is his middle name, the only member more affectionate than him is Felix. And it's only because Minho slightly intimidates him.

° Will walk into your shared bedroom and just flop next to you, or gradually lean all of his weight onto you. He always greets you once he's comfortable, making you laugh.

° Will talk about how tired he is from the day while you stroke through his hair. If he isn't feeling talkative then he'll just lay there, enjoying your warmth and presence.

° Will fall asleep accidently most times, not wanting to sleep because he missed you but ends up doing so anyways because he is so tired. You understand nonetheless.

° Once wrapped himself around you during movie night with Stray Kids, and ended up missing the whole movie because he fell asleep on your shoulder during the opening.

° Will tease you if you are being clingy, but it doesn't last long since you remind him of all the times he clung to you and whined for your attention. Making him embarrassed.

Han

° When tired he zones out alot, you usually just hold him while he slumps into you and thinks about the creation of life itself. You'll sometimes laugh at how serious he looks.

° You can't get over how cute his cheeks are when squished against you or a pillow. It pouts his lips out and makes him look like an adorable soft baby because of it.

° Will fiddle with your fingers to try and stay awake, but it ends up soothing him at one point and he falls asleep anyways. His head will fall back onto you once he falls asleep.

° Will randomly ask you questions he was thinking about. Like 'why is blue called blue?' 'if I punch myself and cry, am I too strong or too weak?' 'what if unicorns are invisible?'

° Some of them do stick with you, so your up at 3am wondering why blue was called blue. But you won't tell him that since it will only encourage him to ask more questions.

° Likes to be the little spoon in general, and he will become more curled up when he is tired. Burrowing into your body as you hold him, he usually will fall asleep in seconds.

Felix

° The only differences between sleepy Felix and regular Felix is that he is quiet and is wearing pajamas, and the pajamas aren't a guarantee depending where he is.

° Felix is a naturally affectionate person who is impossible to dislike, he's a literal angel that makes you wonder how you ended up with him. But you are grateful that you did.

° Half of the time he will come home for work and whine until he finally reaches your embrace. Immediately letting out a content sigh as he turns into putty in your arms.

° The other half of the time is he will be waiting on the couch in a onesie, waiting for you to come home. Once you do he'll giggle softly and open his arms wide for you.

° Rubs his cheek against yours like a cat, and can't stop his smile from beaming brightly at your presence. Felix also has a habit of of burrowing into the crook of your neck.

° He'll fall asleep on top of you, whispering one last 'I love you' in his deep but now groggy voice. Resting his head on your shoulder as you fall asleep seconds later.

Seungmin

° Is probably the member who is the shyest when it comes to affection, no matter how long you two have been together. He prefers soft and short affectionate touches.

° His favorite type of PDA is hand holding, and when in private he will embrace you gently in bed. Usually being the bigger spoon, but isn't opposed to being little spoon.

° Will become more clingy when he is tired, wanting to go to bed with you very badly after a long day. He'll look at you while resting on your shoulder, waiting for you.

° Doesn't want to force you into a cuddle session, but will hint that he wants one to happen. You catch onto these hints eventually, but it can take some time.

° The main hints that you know are, cuddling on your lap, looking at you with puppy eyes, kissing your neck, rubbing your tummy, and talking about dreams that he's had.

° When you finally go to bed, he'll scoop you into his arms. Usually placing soft kissing on the top of your head, and whispering how much he appreciates you.

Jeongin

° Your usually more of the clingy one in the relationship, but there is a rare occasion where the roles reverse. And this happens the week he returns from tour.

° Jeongin will be exhausted from going nonstop and reaching his limit multiple times, but he'll be so happy to be back home and have you right there beside him.

° His eyes will be very sparkly when looking at you, just so happy to be back home with you. And he notices your blush when you see his gaze but is too tired to tease you on it.

° Will chat with you in a hushed tone, asking about how you were when he was gone and what you thought of the the performances you saw online. Tiredly smiling throughout.

° Smiles when you kiss him softly, missing the way your lips felt against his. He'll cup your face before resting his chin on top of your head as you curl into him.

° Falls asleep with you as his last thought, and his dreams continue his thoughts by making him imagine how truly beautiful you would look walking down the aisle.

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

SERIES MASTERPOST

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“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

***

Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.

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Pairing: Omi Fushimi x gn!reader | A3! Rating: General Prompt: Feb 2nd - Chocolate baking date goes wrong Event: Be My Valentine hosted by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767 Contents: fluff, pining Summary: in which baking chocolates with Omi for Valentine’s Day reveals more things about him. Word count: 2.6k A/N: I changed the relationship of reader to Omi so many times while planning for this… also, reader is gender-neutral but they are the ones gifting the chocolates (as opposed to receiving them), so they could be read as female – but other than that, it’s totally neutral.

“So.” Kazunari leans in close. “Are you going to gift some extra special homemade choco to an extra special someone this year?”

We’re in the room he shares with Muku, doing some research together on ideas for our next big project for school. Ever since he invited me to hang out here, I fell in love with the energy at his dorms, and now we hang out regularly here. That and, well…

“I wish! But last time I tried to bake anything, it turned out horrible. They say it’s not easy making chocolates or any type of sweets, really, so…” I look from the screen of my laptop to him.

“So you’re just going to give up? Not cool!”

“Is this your way of asking for friend chocolates? You know those are just bought, right?” I squint at him.

“Oh, I know!” He totally ignores my remark. “You can ask Omimi to teach you, there’s still plenty of time till Valentine’s Day.” Kazunari winks and I feel my mouth drying.

I know Omi is a great cook and that’s why Kazu is suggesting it, I have even had the chance to try some of his food and have absolutely loved it – just remembering it almost makes my mouth water – that’s not the problem there, but… asking the person I intend to give the chocolates in the first place, to teach me, isn’t exactly…

“Kazu is right. You should ask Omi.” The sudden intrusion of Muku startles me. I had forgotten for a second there that he was still in the room with us. He had been making so little noise. “We could convince him to give a masterclass for anyone who is interested in Mankai! I would love to learn, too.” He gives a really sweet smile and my heart sinks.

“What’s with that face? Are you shy about asking him or something? I thought you two were hitting it off,” Kazunari leans back and keeps staring at me. I’m afraid he’ll see right through me if I’m not careful, but if I’m really going to ask Omi… I may as well go with the entire plan, too.

“It’s not that. We’re cool.” We’ve hung out a handful of times, and I know he doesn’t hate me or anything like that, but still… going from maybe friends to… confessing my feelings for him, still feels like a big leap.

“I bet Omimi will receive tons of choco on Valentine’s Day, don’t you think so, Mukkun?” Kazunari looks at his roommate and the pink-haired boy gasps.

“Of course! He’s so princely, after all. He could receive chocolates from his fans, and also from people he knows at university, and…” Muku keeps enumerating all the people who could be in love with him, but somehow I don’t make it into that list. “Oh! But he won’t be the only one receiving chocolates, Kazu, I’m sure you’ll receive lots too!”

“Yeah, lot’s of tomo-choco. No romantic chocolates for me.” Kazunari stretches his arms and slouches, the laptop and our research now long forgotten in favour of more interesting things.

“So, um… you have someone you’d like to give chocolates to?” Muku’s eyes are filled with curiosity and something really sparkly.

“Yeah, I do.” I sigh, giving in. If Omi really has such a long list of people he’ll be receiving chocolates from… I cannot stand back and just watch someone else do what I want to do. “Do you guys promise what I’m going to say won’t leave these walls?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die!” Muku exclaims with bated breath.

Kazu leans closer to me and offers me his pinky.

And so, I tell them everything: my feelings for Omi and my anxieties.

“You guys want me to teach you how to bake chocolate?” Omi looks surprised when we enter his room, and I wonder if no one has ever asked him for help in the dorms. “You too?” He’s now looking at me, and I quickly nod.

“We were thinking maybe you could run a masterclass for the dorm!”

“Oh, um… yeah, I could do that, but… you’re not part of the dorm?” He looks at me again, and then quickly resumes speaking. “You don’t know the mess these guys can make in the kitchen. I think it would probably be safer if I taught you without them, it’ll be faster, and I’m sure… you want to do your best for the person you like. I can help you the day before Valentine’s. That way they’ll be ready for you to gift.” The meaning behind his words weighs on me and I feel stiff under his gaze. I didn’t expect him to be against teaching me but knowing he wants to help me express my feelings for some other guy hurts. It makes me feel invisible.

“I can teach you guys before?” Omi looks back to Kazu and Muku, and I take the chance to mend my train of thought. “I think we’ll need several tries for you lot to do it right… but I’m sure our friend here is a fast learner.” I look at him and almost feel my heart stop when he winks.

“I’ll go tell the others in case someone else wants to join!” Muku almost runs out of the room, taking Kazu with him.

“Where’s your roommate?” I quickly ask before any awkward silence can settle between us. I promise I’ll leave, I just want to speak with him for a bit longer, especially since Muku gave me that chance.

“Taichi is out skating today. He said something about increasing his popularity now that Valentine’s Day is approaching.” He shrugs.

“Oh.” I look around, feeling my heart beating faster. “I heard… you’re quite popular…” I peek at him and I feel my nerves relaxing a bit when he laughs. I’ll never get tired of watching his smile.

“Nah, I’m not that popular. A lot of guys in Mankai are way more popular than me,” he replies. I can’t help but wonder if that’s his modesty talking. “So, you’re going to give someone homemade chocolates.”

Oh, no. Why did I lead the topic there?

“Uh, yes.” I don’t look at him. I’m just praying he doesn’t ask anything tricky like do I know them?

“Is it… are you confessing or are you already past that?” The strange question forces me to look at him, but his expression confuses me even more. He is smiling but at the same time… “I guess this is a weird way of asking, are you two already together?”

“Oh! No, no. We’re… not. I’ll be confessing.” I look away again, unsure when to take my cue to leave.

“I admire you. I’ve always been awed by people who can just, work the courage to confess their feelings like that. I wish I could do it. If I did, maybe… things would be different.”

The momentary happiness I felt is now replaced by a knot on my stomach. So he has someone he wishes he could confess to. Maybe… maybe this is just pointless. But I decided I would do it. I would put myself out there even if it meant getting rejected.

“Thank you for helping me bake chocolates, Omi. I’m… excited to be learning from you.” I force out a smile and get up, ready to leave.

“No problem. I’m also looking forward to it.” The smile he gives back makes me wonder if mine looked that sad.

It’s the 13th, and for the first time, I’m actually going to the dorms not to hang out with Kazunari, but to spend time with Omi. I try to focus on that opportunity alone. It doesn’t matter what the result is, it won’t change the fact that I’ll get to spend time with my crush. This should be more than enough.

When I ring the door, it’s Omi himself who opens it.

“Hi, come on in.”

I take off my shoes and follow him to the kitchen. I place the bag I’ve been carrying on the counter.

“You really didn’t have to buy the ingredients yourself, we still have a lot left here,” he says while tying his apron.

“Please, you’re already doing a lot by teaching me. This is the least I can do.” I take the spare apron he offers me.

“…I guess gifting someone chocolates made with somebody else’s ingredients would be weird, too,” he concedes. “Sorry for not noticing sooner.” I smile to myself. Yes, gifting him chocolates I cooked with him using his own ingredients would seem like a joke.

“Okay, so we can melt the chocolate using these pots.” Omi takes out a little metallic bowl and a bigger pot from the cupboards. He goes to the sink but I stop him.

“I want to do the things myself. I wanted you to help me to make sure I do things right… but I want to actually do it myself. Your job is just… to supervise.”

“Oh, okay,” he says handing me the cookware. “It’s really different from when I was helping Muku and the others.”

I chuckle. I’ve seen the pictures Kazu sent me. It seemed like he was leading a troupe against their enemy – poor cooking skills.

We work in silence, and while I’m working on cutting the chocolate bars I got, Omi tells me the next steps.

“You’re quite good with a knife,” he says observing me from one side. “I really don’t have to worry about you injuring yourself.” He chuckles and I wonder how much stress he has been subjected to having to teach the other Mankai members.

“Well, I do cook for myself. Part of living alone and all that.”

“Yeah, I guess if the guys here had to cook for themselves they’d also end up learning. It’s just… I’m scared of what the process would be like.” He sighs and I smile. One of the things that made me fall for him is how he always takes care of other people.

Soon enough I’m melting the chocolate, and we talk about university. The conversation keeps flowing, and before we know it it’s time to turn off the stove. Omi prepares the mould and I quickly get the fillings I want to use.

“It may be easier to use a pastry tube.” Omi quickly gets one and hands it to me. While I pour the melted chocolate inside, I can feel him standing behind me. Now is not the time to be nervous, I tell myself, and focus on the pastry tube.

When I’m done, I quickly fill about half of the mould and then use different fillings – nuts and dried fruit – and finish by pouring more chocolate on top. I try to do it quickly but methodically. I know the fillings aren’t going to be a surprise for him since he is helping me, so I wanted to at least have a few different ones so he wouldn’t know which one he’ll be eating when he picks the bonbons.

There’s still a bit of chocolate left in the pastry tube, so Omi hands me another mould and it fills a few half spheres.

“Now all that’s left to do is to let it cool down.” Omi smiles at me and I sigh. One of the difficult parts is over.

“I hope they’re tasty.”

“I’m sure they will, with the amount of care and focus you’ve poured onto them.”

I can’t hold his gaze when he says things like that. I quickly turn away and start working on tidying up and cleaning to give my mind a break. The next difficult thing will be confessing tomorrow, but that’s something for tomorrow. I don’t have to do it right now.

In my haste, I pour the hot water from the pot into the sink too quickly and it splashes onto my hand. That makes me jump but hopefully, it’s not hot enough to burn me.

“Are you burnt?” Omi’s voice is full of worry, and in a second he is taking the pot from my hand and placing it on the sink. He takes my hand in his and carefully examines it. “Does it hurt? Are you okay?” His hands are so warm and big, and a little bit rough in a way that feels like home.

“I’m okay, it wasn’t too hot so I’m fine,” I say, but he doesn’t look into my eyes. He continues examining my hand, and that’s when I notice it. His hands.

“Omi, your hands.” Before I can continue, he suddenly lets go of my hand and looks up, embarrassed.

“Ah, this is nothing, don’t worry.” The way he’s hiding his hands behind his back makes me feel that it is not nothing, especially with the way he was worried about mine.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, it’s totally fine.” He looks away and takes a step back from me.

“Omi.” I insist, taking a step forward. “Show me your hands?”

“Why?” His voice sounds strangled, but at least he is looking at me now.

“Why’re you trying so hard to hide them?”

Omi sighs and his shoulders relax.

“I… I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he admits while offering me his hands. I take them and see he has several brown scabs, some larger than others.

“What happened?”

“Just… nothing.” He isn’t meeting my eyes.

“Omi, please.” I don’t understand why he’s acting like this, but it feels like we’re farther away than ever. He shuffles and clears his throat.

“I, uh, I had to… practice.”

“Practice?”

“I… well, so many people were relying on me to teach them how to bake chocolates, you know.” He chuckles. “And well… I didn’t want to let them down.”

“Why would you let them down?”

“Everyone… thinks I’m this amazing chef. But I’m simply good at what I’ve done before.” He gives me a small smile, and my heart drops to my feet. I let go of his hands as if by doing that I could pick up my heart and pretend I haven’t heard what I heard.

“I’m so sorry, Omi.” I turn around and face the sink. I can’t believe my own selfish wishes hurt the person I like.

“What are you sorry for? You’re the last person that has to apologise.”

“If I hadn’t asked to bake chocolate with you, then…”

“No, I’m so glad you asked.” His voice sounds softer now, and I hear him moving behind me. “I just… I guess I wanted to impress you.”

He what?

I turn my face and the smile on his face almost makes me melt right then and there.

“You wanted to impress me?”

“Yeah. I guess… I thought you’d need more help.”

Oh no. He didn’t get to do anything. He practised for me and then I just told him to watch me do everything.

“I’m so sorry, if I had known, I-”

“Maybe I can bake chocolates for you some other time?” He interrupts. I’m frozen in place and my brain refuses to process what is happening. “If, um… if the person you plan on gifting these chocolates would be fine with that, of course.” He looks down and laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We can do this again anytime.” I finally manage to speak.

“Cool,” he replies, showing me a big smile.

“Are you treating the burns properly?” I signal with my head to his hands, and he nods.

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first scar I have anyway,” he laughs it away, but that makes my heart shrink.

Don’t treat yourself like that, I want to say, but I don’t feel I have the right to say anything. How come the person who cares for so many people cannot take better care of himself?

“Maybe we can sample some of the chocolates when they’re cooled down. We gotta make sure they’re the best chocolates to accompany your confession, right?”

I swallow hard.

Everything will be ready for tomorrow in a few hours.

Everything but me.

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