#I forgot his full name actually 🥲

[loud-sturniolos]

Crush, 1

A Chris Sturniolo fic

SUMMARY:

Chris finally realises he has a crush on his brothers best friend, and once he acknowledges it, the universe seems to be hellbent on making things awkward.

WARNINGS:

kinda cringe ngl😻, uses of Y/N, loosely based on Crush Culture by Conan Gray, sexual themes + male masturbation but no actual sex!(..yet), pet names, very badly written smut, not proof read, kind of a cliffhanger (bc I didnt know how to end it💀)

TROPES:

Friends to lovers, one bed, best friends brother.

A/N: I haven’t written in a while, writers block and depression kicking my ass rn🥲 Btw, Matt comforting Chris is so shit, im not good at writing stuff like that; sorryyy

It was 2:43AM, Chris, Matt, Nick & Y/N were still up, the TV played quietly in the background as they all sat in the living room.

Nick let out a loud yawn, tapping Y/N’s forearm. “When are you gonna go to bed?” He asks curiously, “Uh, I’ll go do my skincare now so we can sleep soon.” Nick hums in acknowledgment, getting up and following Y/N to his bathroom to help her with skincare.

After a few minutes of Matt and Chris being alone, the younger brother sits up and looks at Matt over his phone. “Matt?” He says gently, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “What’s up, Chris?” Matt mumbles, still mostly focused on playing Clash of Clans on his phone. “I think I like Y/N.” The younger brunet blurts out, not knowing how to start the conversation. Matt’s eyes widen, immediately his eyes go to Chris’s subtly flushed face. Matt stays silent for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“Is.. that a bad thing?” He finally says in a caring tone after a beat of silence, “I..” Chris stutters, staring down at his lap as he thinks. “I don’t want it to be a bad thing.” He replies. “Then why don’t you tell her?” Matt has now moved to sit next to Chris, rubbing his younger brothers arm comfortingly. “I can’t do that. What if it ruins our friendship? What if she doesn’t like me back? What if I don’t actually like her? What if I me-“ Chris starts rambling anxiously, which Matt cuts off by shoving his hand over Chris’s mouth. “Dude. Calm down. It’s fine, you’re fine.” He says bluntly, but clearly with brotherly love. Chris mumbles a “sorry..” through Matt’s hand, “Chris, shes your best friend. If she does, it wont ruin your friendship. Promise.” Before Chris could reply, Y/N walked back downstairs. “Chris, I’m using your shower.” She says casually as she walks through the room, then towards Chris’s bathroom as Nick’s shower can be heard being turned on elsewhere in the house.

Matt stood up after a few minutes of silence, “I’m gonna go to bed.” He said, glancing at Chris. “Me too, night Matt.” Chris stands up too, both the men walking to their respective rooms.

After half an hour, Chris hears his bedroom door open. He glances up and sees Y/N stood at the door in a bra and pyjama shorts, and all the blood immediately starts rushing down south, and to his pale cheeks. He cleared his throat, “Uh.. can I help you with anything?” He mumbled, trying not to stare right at his best friends chest which was on full display. “I forgot my pyjama shirt, can I borrow one of your shirts?” She asked, oblivious to his distraction. “Can you not borrow one of Nick’s?” He says with a raised eyebrow, but still climbing out the bed and getting her a shirt. “I’m pretty sure Nick’s asleep, I don’t want to wake him up.” She replies, walking over to take the shirt out Chris’s hands and pull it over her head. A subtle smile tugged at Chris’s lips, “So, where are you sleeping then?” He asked curiously, glancing down at the shorter girl as she readjusted her hair out the shirt. “I’ll just sleep on the sofa.” The girl replied with a nonchalant shrug. Chris raised an eyebrow and gently grabbed her elbow, pulling her just a bit closer. “You can sleep in my bed, it’s big enough for 2. I don’t want you to sleep on the uncomfy couch.” He said softly, smiling slightly at the girls slightly flustered expression. “..okay.” She mumbled shyly, following Chris to the bed.

“I like seeing you in my shirt.” Chris said without thinking, a blush immediately covering his and Y/N’s face. Y/N stayed silent, unsure of how to reply. Chris stayed silent too, quietly cursing to himself in embarrassment. After a few minutes, Chris can hear Y/N’s breathing softening. He glances over to see her peacefully asleep, and so he decided to try sleep too.

The next morning, Chris wakes up first. He pauses when he feels a weight on top of him, looking down he sees Y/N with her head on his shoulder, one arm around his waist, and one leg thrown over his hips, her knee placed right on top of his erection. Chris’s face turned a bright red, a small groan leaving his lips as he tried to subtly shift Y/N off him, but of course, Y/N wakes up.

“Fuck..” Chris whispers to himself, gently nudging Y/Ns knee off his crotch and making sure to keep his throbbing hard on away from her. “G’morning..” The girl grumbled, clearly still half asleep. “Morning.. I need a shower.” Chris says, standing up and grabbing a shirt before bolting out his room and towards his bathroom.

Chris quickly strips and gets into the shower, he debates for a moment about turning the shower cold, but he decides not too. Instead, his hand trails down and slowly wraps around his shaft, a low moan leaving his plump pink lips as he slowly starts to stroke it.

His mind is full of fantasies, and memories, all of Y/N. He starts to stroke faster, harder, his hips thrusting into his fist. His free hand holds up his weight against the shower wall, biting his bottom lip to muffle the moans. “F- fuck, ma..” He groaned as he finished, the sticky white substance going down the drain with the water quickly.

A soft sigh leaves Y/N’s lips as she stands up from Chris’s bed, she wandered out Chris’s room after brushing her hair. She heard the shower turn off in Chris’s bathroom and decided to do her skincare in his bathroom instead of Nick’s, so she went towards the door and knocked gently. “Yeah?” Chris yelled through the door, assuming it was Matt or Nick. Y/N walked in without thinking, only to be met with Chris naked stepping out the shower. Both paused, a bright red spreading across Chris’s pale cheeks and up his ears. Y/N, after getting over the shock, tried her best to not look at Chris’s on-display crotch. Chris scrambled and grabbed a towel as Y/N turned and quickly left the room, yelling a “sorry!” as she bolted down the hall. Chris quickly tugged his boxers and sweatpants on before bolting after Y/N. “Wait- Y/N!” He yelled after her.

@sturnioloshacker @sturnsbabie (hope y’all don’t mind being tagged😞)

PART 2 ::

[rhey-007]

Home is wherever I'm with You

Lance Stroll x best friend!reader

• | social media au

Summary: You're too oblivious to see your best friend's clear signs of attraction towards you, until he confesses his feelings after your unfortunate pregnancy and break up.

Warnings/Tags: female reader, sudden pregnancy, breakup, best friends to lovers

A/N: Enjoy the las post of this year! And happy 2024! Hopefully it will be a better year 🫠🥳

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•lance_stroll: someone got a little too drunk 🥂

•y/n._.l/n: I don't remember changing into my pj's 🧍‍♀️

→ •chloestroll: don't worry, he was too drunk to do that so I took care of you! 💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you baby!

•estebanocon: I ain't partying with you anymore 💀 I woke up sleeping on top of Logan half naked...

→ •y/n._.l/n: you finally embraced your love for each other! How cute! 🥰

→ •estebanocon: -_-

→ •logansargeant: he almost crushed me...

→ •user1: we need to see this!

•user2: Yaaay! Another besties content! :3 ❤️‍🔥

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•y/n._.l/n: my best bubba 💪🤩

•lance_stroll: love you too! 🥰

→ •logansargeant: of course you do 😏

→ •lance_stroll: shut up

→ •user3: LANCE?! what does that mean???

→ •estebanocon: oh you know well what it means 😏

•user4: if it looks like just a friendship then I'm a tooth fairy 🧚

→ •user5: fr ain't no way they're just best friends

→ •user6: what do you mean? friends can act like that too 🤨

→ •user4: I think they also mean the way Lance looks at Y/N

→ •user6: which is?

→ •user4: full of love

→ •user6: ooooh

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•lance_stroll: my lil sis 💖

•user7: aaah I love their friendship 🥲🥹❤️‍🔥

→ •user8: we all do 😭

•user9: they are made for each other! when will they be together??? 😭

→ •user10: that's a fever dream... 🫠🥲

•chloestroll: my favorite sibling and dad's second fav child! 😍 (talking about Y/N ofc)

→ •lance_stroll: aha?! she ain't even related! >:(

→ •y/n._.l/n: stop being a whiny baby you knew that for a long time 🤭

•estebanocon: that ain't just friendship, you're not gonna fool no one

→ •user11: estie spitting FACTS 💥

→ •user12: •estebanocon spoliers maybe? when will they finally be together?

→ •estebanocon: idk you gotta ask Lance but hopefully soon >:(

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•y/n._.l/n: 🏕🌌🍃

•user13: why did you abandon Lance?! 😭

→ •y/n._.l/n: I didn't abandon him! :( he's still my bubba! 🥰

→ •user14: meanwhile Lance:

→ •user15: poor Lancey getting replaced by some no name :'(

→ •user16: WHY DOES Y/N HAVE TO BE SO OBLIVIOUS???

•user17: funny how her likes dropped the moment she started to date him lol bring Lance back!

→ •user18: I guess no one likes the new guy xD

→ •user17: also funny how Lance stopped liking her photos too

→ •user18: that's sad actually :(( poor Lancey 😭😣

•user19: BRINK BACK LANCE APPRECIATION POSTS❗❗❗

•user20: fuck some random ass Brandon, come back to Lance 😭

•user21: why you date this stupid ass Brandon when you can have THE LANCE STROLL???

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•y/n._.l/n: trip time! 🤗🥰🌄

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•y/n._.l/n: happy birthday to MEE!🤩🥳🔥

•user22: where Lancey at... :((

•user23: I hate how you forgot about Lance since Brandon appeared...

→ •user24: we all hate that ://

→ •y/n._.l/n: I didn't forget about him don't worry! He was just too busy to join us :((

→ •user24: too busy, yeah aint buying that, he probably didn't want to join and feel like a third wheel

→ •user25: why do I feel like it's actually true? 😭✋

→ •user24: cause it most probably is 😭😭😭

•chloestroll: happy birthday honey! 🥳💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you dear! 💓

•user26: Lance didn't even comment a happy birthday as he usually would 🥲😢

→ •user27: tha man's heart is broken what do you expect???

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•lance_stroll: I've always loved you and I'm so so so happy to finally be your one and only 💖

I promise I'll never let the two of you down, I love you too much •y/n._.l/n 💞

•y/n._.l/n: I LOVE YOU TOO HBHUVBFEUBVUA 💞💞💞

•estebanocon: fucking finally! we told you you should've done that a long time ago but you never listen >:(

→ •logansargeant: exactly! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: 🙄

•user28: the two of you??? 🤨

→ •user29: that's suspicious... 🥸

•scottyjames31: FINALLY❗❗❗WHY THE HELL DID WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR SO LONG???

→ •lance_stroll: sorry buddy should've helped me more >:(

→ •user30: not Scotty helping Lance pick up Y/N 😭✋

•fernandoalo_oficial: my boy finally got his princess 😍

→ •y/n._.l/n: •lance_stroll you heard that? I'm your princess 👸💅👑

→ •lance_stroll: of course you are baby 💞

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•y/n._.l/n: I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend and a dad to my child. You were the first one to help me in those hard time when that motherfucker chickened out (broke up with me when I told him I was pregnant ON MY BIRTHDAY) and I'm so grateful to have you. I love you •lance_stroll and I'm so sorry for not noticing your obvious signs and ignoring your feelings 💞

•lance_stroll: it's okay honey 💖

•user31: so this is what Lance meant! You're pregnant! Congratulations! 🥳💖✨

•user32: Y/N'S PREGNANT??? NO WAY! CONGRATULATIONS!!!

•estebanocon: congrats Y/N! Can't wait to meet the baby!

→ •logansargeant: we're gonna be the best uncles ever! Promise 🤞💖🔥

→ •y/n._.l/n: you better be! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: ain't no way I'm gonna let them near the baby ✋

→ •estebanocon: why not? :(

•chloestroll: AAAHHCZRJMORS I'M GONNA BE AN AUNTIE 😍🎉

→ •y/n._.l/n: best auntie in the world! 😘

→ •chloestroll: of courseeeee 💅

•fernandoalo_oficial: my kids are getting kids... I'm so old... 🫠

→ •y/n._.l/n: you're not old pops! 😇

→ •user33: omg imagine Fernando and Lawrence as grandpas 😭

→ •user34: we HAVE to see it

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•y/n._.l/n: large and in charge 💪😎🦅

•lance_stroll: still the most beautiful person to grace the world! 😍😘💞

→ •logansargeant: and the most dangerous 💀

→ •y/n._.l/n: what you talking bout buu 🤭😊

→ •logansargeant: YOU'VE LITERALLY BIT ME CAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE YOU SWEETS

→ •user35: would've love to see that 😂

→ •estebanocon: she's a cinammonroll that could actually kill you 🥶

•chloestroll: SLAY MAMA❗🔥 💅

→ •y/n._.l/n: now's your turn 😏👉👉

→ •scottyjames31: 🫥

→ •chloestroll: SCOTTY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

→ •lance_stroll: •y/n._.l/n how is it that you always start other people's arguments? 🤔🤨

→ •y/n._.l/n: I'm an argument fairy 🤭🧚‍♀️

•user36: she still looks like a goddess! 🤩

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•y/n._.l/n: she's here! Meet our little ray of sunshine Celia! 😸👶💥

•astonmartinf1: congratulations! 🎉 baby sized merch is already on it's way!

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you, you didn't have to! 😅

→ •astonmartinf1: of course we had! Our future miss driver should know what team to choose from her early days!

→ •lance_stroll: ain't no way I'll let her drive, she'll become a supermodel like her mommy should

→ •y/n._.l/n: aww stawp it 🤭🤗💖

•chloestroll: I want to hold her again 😭

→ •scottyjames31: me too! 🥹

→ •lance_stroll: HELL NAH you almost dropped her 😡😤

→ •scottyjames31: I didn't 👀 it was Chloe...

→ •user37: not Scotty almost dropping Celia 😂😭

•fernandoalo_oficial: can't wait to meet the littlest Stroll! 💖💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: soon pops soon 🤗🤭

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•logansargeant: best uncles on duty 💪😎

•user38: omg little Celia's gonna have the best childhood ever 🥺

→ •user39: I want to be her 😭

•user40: love how they just turn into those pookie bears while with Celia 🤭😳

→ •user41: have you seen those videos when they met her for the first time? They literally melted!

→ •user40: I did! That was so wholesome! 😍

•lance_stroll: please don't hold her like that anymore 🙏 Y/N almost got a heart attack

•y/n._.l/n: I'm gonna kill you when we're back >:(

→ •logansargeant: what why?! We didn't do anything! 🤣

•user42: datxnotxzteb Logan sitting in Celia's cradle 🤧

→ •estebanocon: fun fact: he cried when Lance and Y/N came back and it was time to leave

→ •logansargeant: YOU CRIED TOO >:(

→ •user43: not adult men crying cause their play date with their best friend's kid ended 😭🤚

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•estebanocon: the cats are gone, the mice are playing 😁💖

•y/n._.l/n: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WE LEFT YOU JUST FOR A FEW HOURS 💀

•lance_stroll: that's actually funny xD

→ •logarnsargeant: daddy approved yaaay! 🤩💞

•user44: poor Celia 😭✋

→ •user45: what do you mean she seems to enjoy it! 😂

•user46: aaah she is so cute!

•user47: now I know why Lance didn't want Esteban and Logan near her XD

→ •user48: we should've predicted that 😂

•fernandoalo_oficial: told you to leave her with me 🧍‍♀️

→ •estebanocon: shut up you know nothing about fun

→ •y/n._.l/n: estie be nice to pops or I'll never leave my baby with you again

→ •estebanocon: sorry mami 😔

[forever-rogue]

heyyy beeee🥰

I saw requests are opened and I come here bearing flowers and an idea. Here are the flowers: 🌷🌸🌹🌼💐🌻

And the idea: I just thought it would be funny and adorable for Steve “my favourite Star Wars movie is the one with the teddy bears” Harrington to have a Star Wars loving gf that would roll her eyes fondly and kiss his cheek whenever he got something wrong. He would be so cute trying to be involved bc his girl likes that stuff you know and she’d melt cause he’s trying for her even if it’s not something she expected him to do 🥲💖🩷

AN | But this is my dream (it’s me, I’m Star Wars girlfriend) and it’s so soft. Enjoy🥺

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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Steve's eyes were glued to your figure as soon as he spotted you. It was a boring afternoon shift alone at Family Video, and he'd been absentmindedly flipping through a magazine. As soon as he heard the doors open, he perked up at the idea of some human interaction.

He hadn't expected to be blown away by having the prettiest girl he'd ever seen walk in. His brain turned to scrambled eggs immediately and all he managed to do was close the magazine as you disappeared into the aisles. You hadn't even noticed him; not on purpose, you were just on a mission. 

Tossing the magazine to the side, he slipped out from behind the counter and started walking in your direction. He cleared his throat, touched up his hair and prepared himself for what he hoped would be an actual interaction.

"Hello there," he turned into the aisle you were in, causing you to look up in surprise. The moment he got a closer look at your face, he suddenly forgot what he was going to say. Your eyes flicked to his name tag and you relaxed when you realized he was an employee and not some random man.

"Hi," and oh. Steve already loved the sound of your voice and the small smile you offered in response. 

"Help need…do you?" He managed to blurt out as you giggled softly. His neck and cheeks pinked once he realized what he'd say. He was already smacking himself internally, "sorry - do you need any help finding anything?"

"Yeah, actually," you put back the movie in your hand and turned your full attention to him, "I'm looking for - and don't laugh - the Star Wars movies. Do you have them here?"

"Why would I laugh?" Steve asked, shaking his head as he motioned for you to follow, "but you're in luck, they were just returned."

"It's just kind of a nerdy thing," you shrugged sheepishly, chewing on the inside of your cheek, "a lot of people think it's really lame."

"It's definitely not lame," Steve was pretty sure that you could read him the dictionary and it would be anything but boring, "its pretty cool. Especially if you're into it."

You felt your entire face flush as you peeked at him. Was he flirting with you? He was flirting with you. You waved your hand around before taking the vhs cassettes that he held out to you, "are you into Star Wars too?"

"Me? O-oh yeah," he wasn't outwardly lying but he was definitely fibbing. He'd seen the movies, watched them at a movie night with Eddie and Robin, but honestly, he'd slept through a good amount of them, "totally."

"Cool," you bit your lip in a way Steve was sure would kill him slowly, "which one is your favorite?"

"The one with the…little bears?" And then you laughed, loud and bold, as he smiled sheepishly.

"Ewoks," you sweetly corrected him, "so Return of the Jedi."

"Yup…"

"You haven't seen Star Wars, have you?" You were definitely enjoying this, especially the way the pretty boy was squirming under your gaze.

"I have!" He countered, "I…might have slept through most of it but I've seen the movies!"

"Well," you rocked back and forth on your heels, "you should give them another watch if you're ever up for it. They can be pretty funny."

"If you say they are, they must be good," the two of you walked back to the counter where he began to check you out - in more ways than one. But he was still trying to keep it respectful, "do you have an account or do you need to create one?"

"I actually just moved to town a few weeks ago," you swallowed the lump in your throat and caught his pretty honey brown eyes, "so I'll need to make one."

"Alright," this was good, he decided. You had no preconceived notions of him from the sound of it, "can I just get your name and number?"

"Are you asking for the account or yourself?" Something was causing you to feel bold. Judging from the expression on his face you'd read the signs right.

"What if I said both?" He teased right back, finding it easy to slip back into flirting with you.

"I'd say yes," you grinned at him, "and that I'm free on Friday night after five."

"It's a date," he said, nervous for your response. But oh, he was already so invested in you and wanted to know everything and anything about you.

"It's a date."

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And one date turned into two and then three, and then countless others. Almost a year later and you were thoroughly and deep in love with your boyfriend, Steve Harrington.

He was so different from you, but the two of you meshed so well. Plus, unlike anyone you'd ever dated before, Steve tried and he cared. And he showed that he did. He tried to understand your interests and loves and you did the same to him.

Plus, it was really cute when he tried to understand all of your Star Wars and other nerdy interests. But it was the sheer love and enthusiasm that he did it with that made you love him all that much more. And - if you really wanted a deep conversation about such things - you had his (and now your) friends Eddie and Dustin.

Steve was over at your apartment for the night, and you'd gone to make some popcorn for the movie the two of you had agreed on for the evening. When you walked back into the room, you found him studying your bookshelves curiously.

"Anything interesting?" You asked as he started slightly with a pink flush welling up in his cheeks. You set the bowl down on your desk and walked over to him, standing behind and wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt him relax into your touch as he put a hand on top of yours, and you pressed a row of kisses to his shoulder.

"Everything about you is interesting," he stated sincerely as you snorted in amusement. He took your hand and gently turned around so he was facing. He was pretty, so pretty that it still managed to take your breath away at times. Those honey brown eyes, soft smile, and the freckles you loved kissing one by one. 

"Stevie," you chided him softly although there was no malice behind your words. He exhaled softly before pressing his lips to your forehead. You sighed contentedly, "I love you."

"I love you," he nudged his nose against yours before inching you closer to the bookshelf. He pointed to a few books that had caught his eye as you just smiled at him, "but these seem very interesting. Not as interesting as you, of course."

"You're so sweet," you carded a hand through his hair, "you're more than welcome to borrow them at any time. What's mine is yours, honey boy."

"I don't know," he said quietly, "don't know if I'm quite smart enough for all of that."

"You are," you insisted softly, "you are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for! Even if you don't believe you are right, believe me. I would never lie to you."

Steve practically melted under your praise, even though to you it was just the truth. You knew the Steve of now, the kind hearted and golden man you'd fallen in love with. 

"Thank you," he whispered as you pulled him into a hug, lightly swaying your bodies back and forth. You let go of him before pulling a few books off the shelf, ones you were sure he would enjoy.

"Try these," you really were the brightest spot in his life. A ray of sunshine on even his darkest and cloudiest days, "and let me know what you think."

"I will," he promised, "hey, I have an idea-"

"Uh oh," you teased, a bemused lilt to your voice, "that's even a good sign."

"Hey!" But the two of you were giggling at each other, "I was going to suggest watching Star Wars. Figured I could give it another shot."

"Really?!" Your eyes lit up like Christmas lights as you tried to contain your excitement. You'd never pushed him to watch them again so the fact that he was offering made your heart happy. He nodded eagerly and you pressed a kiss to his cheek, "you're the best! I hope you'll like them this time around! But if you get bored or whatever, just let me know."

"I will," he tugged you towards the bed. In his your absence, he'd already missed the vhs tapes out of the cabinet. He'd bought them for you a few months after you'd started dating so you didn't have to keep borrowing them from Family Video. He was so thoughtful, "but I have a feeling I'll like them this time around. I've got the best company."

"I'll try to shut up," you held up your fingers in a scout salute, "but I cannot promise to avoid all commentary."

"I would expect nothing else," he turned on the television and put in the first tape as you made yourself comfortable in the bed, "what's your favorite character again? Booba or something?"

"Boba Fett!" You were laughing as Steve shrugged and grabbed the remote to join you, "he's the best and one day, people will realize that and see how underrated he is!"

"I'm sure they will," he set the bowl of popcorn between the two of you as he pressed play, "now sit back and enjoy, angel."

"I will," you snuggled up to him, "because I'm watching my favorite movies with my favorite person!"

And yeah. Steve loved the sound of that. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve had an idea. An idea that involved your birthday, a lot of planning and assistance from his friends, and you. Or in other words - Steve planned a Star Wars themed surprise birthday party for you. He hoped you’d like it and wouldn’t find it too much or over the top. He got the sense that you didn’t place too much stock into your birthday considering you hadn’t even mentioned. He found out accidentally when you’d asked me to grab your ID for you. You’d insisted that he didn’t need to do anything special, but that wasn’t going to stop him. 

Steve had picked you up after work and took you to his and Robin’s apartment, under the guise of having a quiet night in. He’d already sent you flowers at work and gotten you a card and a cute little cupcake, which was more than enough for you. You just needed him and nothing less.

You were trailed behind Steve as he unlocked the door, talking about something random. You’d noticed he was a little jumpy today, but you weren’t going to question it. 

“Come on,” he motioned for you to step inside; the apartment was dark so you figured Robin wasn’t home. You went to flick on the light and were instantly met with a chorus of surprise!

Your friends jumped out of their hiding places, as you took a moment to calm your racing heart. You looked around at everything, and found yourself almost tearing up; the whole apartment was decorated and there was food, a cake, and a small pile of presents. 

“You guys,” you quickly wiped away the tears as you looked at all of them, “what’s all this for?”

“Your birthday,” Steve stood behind you and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. He paused for a moment before whispering softly, “I hope this is okay. But I wanted to do something special for you.”

“This is…wonderful,” you turned around, “thank you, Steve. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he gently nudged you towards everyone, “happy birthday, angel.”

“Thank you all much,” you grinned at your friends, “I’m so happy to see you all!”

Eddie threw on some music and it was only then that you noticed that everything was Star Wars themed. Everyone was having a good time eating, drinking, and hanging out. It made your heart so happy.

The best of all was the little stuffed ewok that was sitting next to the cake. You walked over it and lightly picked it up, holding it to your chest; you knew exactly who it was from. You turned around and from across the room Steve caught your eye. His smile lit up his entire face as you held up the little ewok. He excused himself from his conversation and came over to you, “do you like it?”

“I love him,” you grinned, “I love this little bear from that one Star Wars movie. And I love you even more.”

“I love you,” he peppered your face in kisses, “happy birthday, angel.”

And it was the happiest of birthdays. The first of many.

[milogreer]

I’ve sent this to someone before but I forgot who but anyway now that I have a 2 years old cousin and the timeline says that’s how old David was when his mom died I keep thinking about her because to her he was probably growing up to fast and she got very worried about him and how he’d be when she dies but he basically doesn’t even have any actual memories of her like I’d sob non stop of I was her 🥲

NO BECAUSE LIKE. he was their first kid... if what we know of gabe as a father is anything to go by + the fact that he never took another mate, can you imagine what david's mom was like? i bet she was taking pictures constantly, both of david alone but also of gabe and david. photo albums full of way more pictures than should be reasonable for those two years (maybe less, depending on when she got sick and what it did to her), but mostly without her because she was the one behind the camera. there's probably more instances of gabe fumbling with a finicky old video camera to film her and david (teaching him to walk, trying to get his first words, etc) than there are still photos of her

like can you imagine being her and knowing, at some point, you're not going to be around to see what your son grows up to be? how he's going to inherit the pack from his dad and what kind of alpha he'll be? how long did she have to wrestle with those feelings as her health declined? or was it a quick death? how much of those two years did she really get to spend with him? you're making me think too much about her and now i'm the one crying LMAO she doesn't even have a name!! that's so sad :(

[aclowntiny]

Hii! First of all, congrats con 600 followers, you deserve that and so many more, I'm literally in love with your work :) I was wondering if I could request a San scenario with the following prompts (from the lists you reblogged):

“Urgh, why do you always insist on doing nice things for me?” “Because I enjoy it.”

“Can’t you just accept when people do nice things for you?” “No, I can’t.”

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.”

I was thinking kind of best friend au, but they both have feelings for eachother, BUT, they're both in denial about it. You can decide how the rest goes, thank you so muh in advance!! ~

yELLS thanks sweetheart 🥲 in love with my work whAT 🥹💕 thank you for being here with me! I love this request so here is your SAN-ario 😄 ps: look up the definition of mon petit chou I dare you

Mon Petit Chou- Best Friend!San x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 2282 | Best Friends to Lovers | Warnings: language, mention of drinking but no actual drinking lol, slightly suggestive?

You weren’t sure when the fuck this all started, just that you hated it with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

Your life had been peaceful, safe, mundane even, and so help you if you’d ever complained about it you were going to invent time travel just to go back and smack yourself one in the face for it.

Somehow, against all common sense, bro or whatever codes, and hope of joy you’d developed feelings for your best friend. The two of you had known each other for the past four years, meeting in your final year of high school at the dance of all places. Neither of you dated then, so you were there in a state others perceived as ‘alone’, each of you seeing it as with friends, with the while school, and leaping into the fray of energetic dancing. And that was how you ended up doing the cupid shuffle together and, for some reason, the old YMCA routine. You’d shook and jumped to Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off and the legendary Amor Fati by Kim Yeonja, all the simultaneously memed and beloved songs you could dream of. Some people assumed you were a couple and you two burst out laughing as you told them you’d literally just met. Like, you exchanged names after they said that.

San was easy to talk to, especially after seeing each other in sweaty teenage abandon first. He was no pressure, no butterflies- until now, for some forsaken reason, when your heart had decided to abandon all reason and beat like a mother when San pulled you into a hug or smiled that dimpled smile you’d looked at countless times- why was it special now?

Sure, you’d always acknowledged he was good-looking, but in the way people talked about celebrities outside their preferred gender- just acknowledgement, nothing deeper. But suddenly you found your brain rushing out from under you like a yanked rug, wondering what his lips would feel like against yours.

And dammit, you were dead-set on never finding out.

Making a move at that point would be platonic suicide, torpedoing the best friendship you’d ever had, and frankly you’d lost too many with age, time, distance, drama to do it again. And not with San. Even if it was like life’s Master Ball and you only got one forever friendship, it was going to be San. You’d already aimed and pitched, and no petty, new, frustrating as all get-out feelings were going to knock that off course.

If only San got the memo too.

Maybe it was simply a matter of increased awareness thanks to your nascent problem, but it was like he’d grabbed the knob full force and dialed all the charm and sweetness to eleven, sensing your pulse skyrocketing for a thousand tiny reasons you wanted to shoot down like clay pigeons.

It was chilly the other afternoon? Here, take his jacket. You forgot your sunglasses? Did you want his? What ring size were you? Here, compare to his- go on, just see if it fits. And by jove, you will never carry a single remotely heavy object again if Choi San can help it.

“Why do you always insist on doing nice things for me?” You groaned, head rolling to fix your best friend with a look.

“Because I enjoy it,” he replied simply, contentedly, the most plaintive of smiles on his face as he tilted his own head down for a brief respite on your shoulder.

Curse him and his adorable love of affection. “Well, ah, what can I do for you?” You spluttered, indignant at no one but yourself.

“It doesn’t have to be a transaction. I know you’ve had people around you make it seem like it is, but you don’t have to repay me. I know you’d help me if I needed it, too.”

Biting back a response about you surprisingly not actually needing him to carry your shopping bags, you just sighed and thanked him, shuffling along the mall tile with slightly less relish. He’d always been like this- selfless, kind, loving, and you’d always loved those things about him.

So when he sat you down at the food court, gingerly resting your bags on the shiny public-eatery metal seat adjacent to yours as he scooted yours back, what else could you do but smile and thank him? San asked you what you wanted for lunch, and you told him you didn't mind, to which he shot back that he didn't either. Then you told him to pick, and he told you to pick, and you both bickered playfully back and forth until you got tacos.

Ugh, just like an old married couple.

~

"Can't you just accept when people do nice things for you?"

"No," you crossed your arms in mostly-mock-obstinance, "no, I cannot."

"I swear, you'd make me pay you back if I bought you a candy bar," San rolled his eyes playfully, fixing you with a fond smile.

Because if you're always paying for me when we go out, you wanted to say, I can pretend it's a date. I can get it in my fat fucking head what it would be like to have you as my boyfriend and never get it back out.

"Money is designed to be exchanged for goods and services," you actually said.

"This isn't a service," he replied, putting an arm you didn't care was sticky with sweat around your shoulders, extending the water bottle toward your hand, "it's me caring about you."

Hot from exertion as you were, you instantly melted under the warmth of his half-embrace, accepting the water bottle. "And you know I appreciate it. I'm just not used to getting cared for."

"Then I'm not doing my job!" Your best friend exclaimed, eyes glinting. "I'm always going to be here to take care of you, so get used to it!"

"I think I started figuring that out when you brought three different blankets and a plushie the first time I watched a movie with you," you told him with a teasing smile.

San's smile fell almost into introspection, getting a bit more serious, which you didn't expect. "You joke, but I mean it, (y/n)."

Almost against your will, your head nodded solemnly, though your own smile couldn't fade, in fact it widened dumbly as a side effect of your hammering heart. "I hope so."

And then, as if he hadn't said something so infuriatingly sweet, San patted your shoulder, stood up from his squatted position, and took your water-bottle-free hand in his, pulling you up, too. You could have sworn he gave your hand a squeeze, but it was so brief, maybe you imagined it.

"Alright, so are we dancing or what?"

~

Sometimes you wished you guys drank more. That you could hit the edge of blackout and do something you'd barely remember, nor regret, and butt so hard against the line it finally broke and reformed in less questionable territory. That some alien substance in your veins could be blamed for anything dubbed unthinkable, and you'd have already rehearsed any laughter necessary if San wanted to make middle-school ew, gross jokes as if your lips transmitted cooties.

But San was a lightweight, and neither of you enjoyed that scene. The two of you were more the types to get coffee twice in a ay and laugh too hard at stupid things like the word guava on a caffeine buzz.

"We're fun enough even without alcohol," San often joked to you.

So the drama-flick drunk confession, intoxicated makeout, was out. Best not to duplicitously offer a drink in exchange for-

"(y/n)? I think it's all done," San's voice cut through your mental spiral.

You almost had to shake your head out of it, vision having faded to a zoned-out blur, obscuring even the shape of his wide, tank-topped shoulders as he had bent over your car.

Now he was at your side, wiping his hands on a cloth like some sort of professional mechanic, not just your best friend who insisted you didn't need to pay someone like that just for an oil filter and a change. A change which had cost him the dove grey of his garment, something you could hardly help asking why he'd wear such a light color of for that.

"San, your top, it's all stained!"

As he tossed the rag aside, he tilted his head down, bobbing it in recognition of the black smudge marks. "Well, at least it wasn't expensive."

"I think I know how to get it out if you want. You could always go get a new-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, he was stripping, yanking the top off from the bottom hem and leaning against the knob of your garage door. Despite the clear invitation to go inside and, you know, do exactly what you just said you were going to do, surprised crossed your (very warm) face, effectively sealing you to the concrete floor. The only process your brain could perform in that moment was trying to figure out if you had the world's best or worst luck.

"Oh, uh-" Trying not to stare, your eyes very pointedly searched San's face.

Your best friend frowned slightly, expression halfway to the innocence you were used to, and somehow that almost made it worse. "What?"

"Just," you hesitated as you accepted his now inside-out tank top, skin-warmed fabric heating your hands, too, which you glanced down at beneath San's intent gaze, "didn't expect you to be this comfortable is all."

San crossed his arms, face falling first in shock, then shaping up into almost dark amusement as a different, more incredulous smile rose to his sharp features. "Are you kidding me?"

Oh, no. You made it weird. This was it. Or maybe he just thought you were doubting his friendship, which he shouldn't. Everyone knew unironically doing the YMCA bonded people for life. Or sharing blankets. Or...ah, crap. Not now. "No, it's great, I'm really glad you trust me. I trust you, too, you know. Maybe I don't show that enough, but that's why you know so much about me, and I really appreciate you-" Your rant suddenly fell short as your eyes betrayed you, drifting down slightly and absolutely ramming your train of thought into a wreck. "You know, always being there for me and being so thoughtful and pretty much being my favorite person ever-"

“The only reason why I’m letting you get away with shit like this, with seeing me like this," he motioned over his, well, quite fit torso, "is because I like you, you dense fucking cabbage.” The moment the words left San, his face fell into his hand, out of frustration or embarrassment it was hard to say. Probably more the latter, knowing how sweet your best friend was. He didn't use strong language...well, almost ever.

Train wreck take two. Not a single word rose to your mind, only sensations, for a solid three seconds, during which all you could do was stand there wide-eyed, venture a step towards San, two steps. Finally you spoke, feeling like an idiotic teen sitcom character as your dumb response left your lips. "You like me?"

"Yes," San sighed, posture deflating a bit against the doorframe, "I'm sorry. Sorry for the language, and just...I hadn't really planned on how I was going to say it, but it definitely wasn't like that. You deserve way better than that. I just... sometimes I feel like you like me back, but then I wonder if you're pushing me away. And you have every right to do that, especially if I've messed up our friendship, I can just-"

You cut him off, harnessing the motion of his lips for greater purpose against yours. San responded instantly to the kiss, hands cupping your face and pulling it deeper into his like you were air and he'd spent his whole life underwater. Your arms wrapped around those broad, bare shoulders, hands resting at the back of his neck.

"Wait, you like me?" Ok, you felt better about how dumb you seemed, as those were San's first words out of the kiss.

"Yes, you, what was it? Ah, yes. 'Dense fucking cabbage'," you quoted back at him with a merciless grin, arms tightening their grip ever so slightly.

"Oh, no," he winced, "that's going to stick forever, isn't it?"

"Yep," you breathed, leaning in for another kiss, the feeling of San's lips a hundred percent better than you could ever have imagined, so much warmer and realer and this time sweeter, sliding against yours like he was coaxing it out of you.

This time, upon pulling away you gave the side of his face a light, playful slap, enjoying the touch of his sculpted features against your palm.

"You're stuck with me now, mon petit chou."

San shook his head at the return of your devious grin, and you reveled in the blend of utter bliss and what did I get myself into painting his face as his hands snaked around your waist, twirling you in a little impromptu dance and dipping you down.

He smiled lovingly this time, sending your beating heart melting and surprise turning to joy across your own face. "As long as you keep being you and you'll let me do nice things for you now- no, scratch that, spoil you."

Keep being you. Holy shit, what a balm for the soul.

Cocking a brow, you shot back, "You spoil me and I embarrass you? Hardly sounds fair."

"All's fair in love and war," San responded, eyelashes fluttering.

You most definitely forgot to wash his top after that.

[harusaki-hugo]

Teenager scared the living sh*t outta me....(Demo)

Platonic GN!Reader+Yamagishi,Takuya,Atsushi,& Makoto ft Takemichi.

When a former Outlaws gang leader meeting with the most dangerous boy, leading to becoming five teenager babysitter.

not me accidentally published my project and forgot completely about checking Tumblr 🥲😭 guess I have to actually finished and add some more into the story. might turn it to series.

Anyway full version is out---> Teenagers Scared Me

“ Thank you , please come again!” You smile at the last costumer as they walk out from the automatic door , as soon as they walk out and the door closed , you smile dropped and you let out a biggest sigh. “ Damn , my face feel tired from all this smiling..” You complain , rubbing both of your cheeks trying to relax your face muscle. Thinking back , why did you open a cafe if you hate human interaction, but call you dumb, money is the reason.

“God , please no more costumer-” As soon you say that , four middle schooler enter your shop , “Fuck...” You whisper under your breath , putting back you working smile , “Welcome to [ shop name ] , what can i get for you four ?” You asks.

One of the boys look at the menu behind you , scanning the selection they all whisper to each other , ‘Oh god, hurry up..’ You then notice the shorter of the boys staring at you , not paying any attention to what his friend say , you being the awkward person just give him a closed eyes smile, ‘What with this kid ... do i still get frosting on my face..?’ You touch your face to feel any cream on your face , but nothing there . “ Aaaah !! I know you!!” He suddenly shout out , pointing his finger at you, all of his friends look at him confusedly.

“ The rampaging orge of outlaw!!” 

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Chapter 18 Thoughts

Spoilers for The Mandalorian Season 3

Ngl, I have no clue how much of this episode I actually took in. It was... a lot.

Peli hiring the Jawas steal ship parts so she can con customers should not surprise me and yet I was surprised. 😂

Also happy to see they did not forget the fact that her tooth was knocked out.

Boonta Eve!

"Was that his first word?" Foreshadowing Grogu starting to speak maybe? 🤨

Okay so the whole droid situation being sorted out so quickly threw me off. I won't be surprised if they go back to IG-11 at some point but I thought that this episode would be about getting the part. Instead Din just picks up R5-D4 in the first 5 minutes.

And I know that R5 was in the ship in the trailers but I did not expect to see it this early!

Ugh, Din opening up about his past with Grogu. 😭

The dad vibes are gonna kill me.

Actually, back to the Grogu speaking thing, he does seem to be making more noises now. I wouldn't be too surprised if we started getting words.

Jeez, there's turbulence and then there's turbulence.

Note to self, flying into the atmosphere of Mandalore is not fun.

Aww. Grogu's worries about his dad. 🥲

THERE ARE MULTIPLE OF THAT THING?!

The scenery in this episode is great!

Totally forgot Din had a jetpack and was wondering how he was gonna climb all the way down there. 🤣

WTF IS THAT THING

Of course Din would get himself kidnapped by a giant robo insect.

I thought that thing was gonna spit roast him. 😭

He's clad in metal. He'd probably cook quite easily.

As much as I had no idea what was happening at this point, I did find the robots really awesome design-wise.

Hahahaha okay the Grogu sequence was kind of incredible. 🤣

Could Bo-Katan not tell that Din wasn't in the N-1? Like did she just think he was hunched over or something?

"Let's get rid of him once and for all"

Well that's ominous. 😐

Yeeess Grogu go help your dad

YOUR DAD 😭

Alamites. Okay. I will probably forget that name but good to know. 🤣

YAAASSS BO WITH THE DARKSABER

I don't love Bo-Katan but she looks very cool wielding that thing.

Also was that thing gonna drink Din's blood? 😦

YOUR KID

Honestly this "your dad/kid" stuff is hitting me right in the feels. 🥲

Hehe, Din sharing his soup with Grogu.

Okay, getting more into the Bo-Katan backstop. Interesting.

Din, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but everything you do goes incredibly wrong. How about we don't go into the dark body of water in the mines full of things that have been trying to kill you.

Din looks so odd without his cape. 🤣

DIN WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!

Man sank like a fucking rock. 🤣

Also how was he gonna get proof of this? Like "hello here's my soggy clothing that got wet when I went in the Living Waters"???

THERE'S A FUCKING MYTHOSAUR?!

Okay, so I don't really know how to collect my feelings on this episode because it was a lot. Like episode one, they threw about as much in as they could in the time frame, making it feel a little bit rushed. Just as I started getting my head around one thing, it jumped to the next. That doesn't mean it's all bad though. It kept me on my toes.

Once again, this episode didn't feel particularly self-contained. They seem to have drifted more into this being serial rather than episodic, but we'll see how it goes as the season progresses.

There's been some interesting things set up in these first few episodes, so I'm excited to see where this season goes. This may be an episode I need to look back on to fully grasp what I even watched because so much happened. 🤣 Din got his ass kicked a lot this episode.

I definitely think I prefer Chapter 17 rn, but I still found this episode enjoyable! Part of it may be because the most recent episode of TBB was so good that Ch 18 didn't hit quite as hard.

Loving the chaotic father-son dynamic though and I'm very curious to see where we go from here because I do not have a clue.

[tetsurousharlot]

18+ ONLY||MINORS 17 AND UNDER, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS||DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x female reader for @httptamaki's Broken Hearts Collab (sorry it's late 🥲). Other pieces can be read here. Thank you @nocturnalazura for brainstorming, beta reading, and rejoicing with me when I finally finished it.

Word count: 13.7k

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x female reader

Summary: When you and Suna have a less than happy first meeting, insults thrown on both sides, Suna takes an unusual interest you. Add in one blonde haired friend and a bet, will two hearts come together or be broken apart?

warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, porn with plot, college au, Suna and reader are at least 21 as they are juniors in college, drinking, mentions of beer, protected sex, car sex, praise (I think), honestly this feels like a fever dream right now so, if I forgot any warnings, I am sorry and, please, let me know so I can add immediately. All characters are 21+. I BLOCK MINORS THAT ARE 17 AND UNDER, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS.

READER POV

Loud music fills the air as you make your way through the party, red cup in hand. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other – and you – as you cross the makeshift dance floor. . . or attempt to anyway until you’re shoved into a brown haired partygoer, your drink spilling all over him.

“Watch it!” He turns around, glossy eyes the shade of peridot glaring daggers at you. “Fucking klutz.”

“Excuse me?! We’re at a party, full of drunk college students. And we’re in the middle of a dance floor. You honestly think I bumped into you? Did my being pushed into you cause you to hit your head and lose some brain cells or IQ points?”

You don’t wait for him to answer, shoving your elbow into his stomach as you pass him and exit through the open door into the chilly night sky. Dumping out what’s left of your beer onto the lawn, you drop your cup and cross your arms over your chest and start the walk back to your dorm, unaware of the green eyes, paired with a smirk, watching as your form gets smaller.

***

SUNA POV

Suna stands in the middle of the floor, smirk on his face as he watches you walk away until Atsumu comes over, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he follows Suna’s gaze, “did some catch yer eye, Sunarin?!” He shouts drunkenly in Suna’s ear.

He throws Atsumu’s arm off him, “Yeah, but not in the way you’re thinking, highlighter boy. Just met someone interesting. Someone who might be fun to play with.”

Atsumu notices the glint in his eye, “Yeah? Someone actually interests the great Suna Rintarou. So,” he takes a sip of beer from his red cup, “spill the beans. Who is it?”

“L/n Y/n.”

Atsumu guffaws loudly before his eyes roam around them, finding his next mark to hit on, “Good luck with her, Sunarin. She’s got a reputation for being a prude and you? Well, you’re a ladies’ man, a player. There’s no way she’ll put out within a week and there’s no way you could date her long enough to sleep with her.”

Mischief dances in Suna’s eyes as they move towards Atsumu. Feeling Suna’s eyes on him, Atsumu turns to him and lets out a groan.

“Oh, no. No. I know that look, Suna – yer gonna play with her, play with her heart, just so ya can say ya tamed her or somethin’, aren’tcha?”

“No, no, of course not. Although, those words do seem like a challenge, Tsumu,” he trails off, knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Yeah, you wanna make it a bet?”

“Name your terms, highlighter boy.”

Atsumu taps his chin with his finger as he thinks, “5 months to get the prude to sleep with you. When you lose, I want your car.”

“My mustang? No way. Pick something else.”

“Fine. Then I want your vintage Babe Ruth baseball card.”

Suna grits his teeth, “fine. But, when I win, I want your signed volleyball.” He holds out his hand, “deal?”

Atsumu glares at him but grabs his hand, “deal. Can’t wait to see you crash and burn.”

“Keep dreaming, bitch face.”

READER POV

Sun beats down as you lounge against a tree in the courtyard, art pad resting on your knees as charcoal flies across the paper. A shadow covers you and you stop your movements, waiting for it to clear so you can continue your sketch. The seconds drag on and the shadow remains, causing you to lift your head and releasing a groan as you see who it is.

You glare daggers at the person, “what do you want, sir pussy bangs? Gonna accuse me of stealing your seat now?”

“Actually, I came to apologize,” he holds out a water bottle to you. “I think we got off on the wrong foot last night.”

Hand gripping your pencil, you raise your eyebrow, making no move to take the water bottle.

“Okay, tough crowd,” he moves to sit down next to you, letting out a sigh as he does.

“That doesn’t sound like an apology. The one you said you came here to make.”

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry for how I acted last night,” he holds the water bottle out to you again.

You take the water bottle, breaking it open and taking a sip, “thanks. Sorry I insulted you by calling you dumb. And for calling you a big-headed asshole.”

“You didn’t call me that.”

“I did. . . and a bunch of other things. Just not to your face.”

A loud laugh falls from his lips, “You know what? I deserved it. I was a ‘big-headed asshole’ last night.” He leans over to look at your sketchpad. “So what are you drawing?”

Your eyes fall to your paper, “just the people in the quad. It’s for my project – I’m an art major – and the assignment is to observe people in their natural habitat. It’s actually quite interesting what you can see – what you can hear – when people don’t think you’re paying attention.” You point out three people, two of them holding hands with occasional glances at the third, “the two holding hands? Obviously dating, right?” You glance at him, continuing when he nods, “but they haven’t told anyone, including their friend. So it’s likely a new relationship or the friend has feelings for the guy, too. Probably both, with the way the friend is glancing at him when he’s not looking.”

Suna’s eyes watch them more intently, picking up the things you mentioned, “you’re very observant.”

“Thank you.”

His hand cups your cheek, turning your head towards him, “how about you show me just how observant at dinner? Friday at 7, my treat?”

Putting your pencil back in its case, you flip your sketchpad shut and put it in your bag, “No, thanks.”

“What? Why not?” A charming smile makes its way to his face as he gives you a wink.

“Because I know guys like you. You’re never serious about anyone or anything, everything is just a game to you – especially women. And, once you’ve had your fill, your fun, you’re done and moving onto the next target, your next game piece. And I’m not interested in players,” snapping your bag shut, you get up and dust off your jeans as you walk away, calling behind you. “Thanks for the water, though, pussy bangs.”

Suna watches you go,a smile on his face, “oh, this is gonna be more fun than I thought.”

Silverware clatters against plates as muted conversations fill the room. You look around the restaurant – the red walls, the dim lighting, candles and roses on every table. “Di Amanti e Bugiardi, huh? Never expected you to pick such a romantic restaurant.”

Suna smirks at you over his menu, “yeah, well, what can I say? I’m a romantic at heart.”

You roll your eyes as you take a sip of your water, “somehow I doubt that’s true. I bet you take all your dates here.”

Suna watches you as you bite your lip, thinking how cute you are with the crinkle between your eyes as you try to decide what to get, as he’s transported somewhere else.

“Ya finally got the date so don’t fuck it up. I still think it’s a bad idea that yer going through with the bet but – “

“You’re not changing my mind, Samu,” he says as he rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt, a few buttons left undone at the top.

Osamu smacks his head, ignoring the ‘hey!’ Suna let out, “I know – once ya decide on somethin’, there’s no changing yer mind. Just. . . ya gotta be real – be sincere – if ya wanna beat ‘Tsumu. I don’t wanna deal with his big head if he wins.”

Something waving in front of Suna’s face brings him back to the present as his eyes refocus to see it was your hand, “sorry, got lost in a little daydream. You were saying?”

“You know, if you don’t actually want to be on this date, we can just leave, go home, and pretend this never happened?”

“No!” Suna grabs your hand,” I mean, no. I want to be here. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have spent all month trying to woo you with flowers, chocolates, and, ultimately what got me the date, serenading you during your outdoor art class,” he gives you a soft smile.

“Yeah, thanks for that, by the way. I really appreciated having the whole quad stare at me,” comes your sarcastic retort.

“Come on, you know you enjoyed the attention a little bit.”

“So what are you going to get?” Rolling your eyes, you change the subject to avoid answering, “I was thinking about getting the mushroom ravioli.”

“That sounds good. I’ll get the same,” he puts his menu down and stares at you, resting his chin on his hand.

Putting your own menu down, you take a sip of your water, raising an eyebrow at him, “why’d you want to take me out, anyway?”

“Well,” he takes a sip of his own water, “not many girls insult me then call me pussy bangs.”

“Sir Pussy Bangs,” you correct.

“Sir Pussy Bangs,” he concedes, looking around the room. “It was refreshing from the usual of chicks dropping their panties for me just because I happen to send a smile and a wink their way. It was nice, having to work for it for a change.”

Your face falls at his words but you shake your head slightly and force a smile on your face, “I’m just going to run to the restroom really quick.” You grab your purse and give him a soft smile as you get up, making your way to the restroom. Making sure he’s not watching, you open the door to the restaurant and start walking back to your dorm.

Several minutes later, you ignore the car driving next to you and honking to get your attention. Crossing your arms over your chest, you keep walking to your dorm.

“Y/n! Come on!” Suna’s voice comes from the car. “What happened? I thought we were having a nice time!”

You scoff and keep walking as you answer, “A nice time? You actually think that you talking about your meaningless hook-ups and talking about how the only appealing thing about me was that I made you work for it?” You stop walking and turn to face him, “Were you planning on dropping me just like all the girls as soon as you had a successful date with me? Or were you going to drag it out until I gave in and slept with you, just like them?”

You watch as he stops the car, putting it in park, and getting out of the car to look you deeply in the eyes, his hands resting on your shoulders, “Okay, I fucked up! I see that now.”

“Ya gotta be real – be sincere.”

Suna closes his eyes and lets out a sigh, “Okay, I’m gonna do something I’ve never done before and be completely honest, completely me – no front, no façade, just me being real. The truth is. . . while what I said about you not giving in being refreshing and having to work for it being nice was true, I actually asked you out because I really wanted to get to know you. It’s not. . . easy for me to let someone in . . . but I think you’d be worth it, worth trying.”

You raise your brow, blank look on your face.

He sighs again, “you drive a really hard bargain. And I’m sorry. I was a shitty date.” He gives you a pleading look, “can we please try again? Can you give me another chance?”

Making him sweat a little longer, you give him the same stare and purse your lips before giving him a smile, “okay. You can have another chance.” He fist pumps the air, causing you to let out a chuckle, “so where are you taking me?”

***

Your squeals of joy fill the air as Suna drives the go-kart around the track, racing against the other players on the course. He gives you a smile as he checks the side of the kart, seeing someone trying to overtake out of the corner of his eye. He smirks as he presses down harder on the pedal and crosses the finish line, checkered flag waving as a bell rings, signifying the end of the race. He gets out of the kart and holds his hand out to you, pulling you up and out as you place your hand in his, sparks tingling up your arm at the connection.

Ignoring the heat in your cheeks, you press a quick kiss to his cheek, “that was for winning. Congrats, Sir Pussy Bangs. So what’s next?”

Of course your stomach takes that moment to grumble, causing Suna to smirk down at you, “well, it seems I have to feed my lovely date.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you out of the race track to find some food, “come on.”

Chin resting on your hand, you smile as Suna walks over to the table with a tray of food, “Milady, I have acquired the finest of feasts for you.”

Looking at the tray of cheeseburgers, French fries, and soda, you snicker at his antics, “Why, thank you, Sir Pussy Bangs.” You unwrap your burger and take a huge bite, moaning as the greasy flavors erupt on your tongue, “I haven’t had a burger this delicious in so long.”

He unwraps his own burger and takes a sip of his soda, “you mean the cafeteria food isn’t amazing? I’m shocked.”

You lightly kick his shin, “shut up. You know what I mean. Jerk,” you say with a smile on your face.

He smirks at you, eyes lit up with teasing, as he shoves some fries into his mouth, “so how’s the do over going so far?”

“Well, now that you’ve dropped the player persona and the real Suna Rintarou is being shown? I’d say it’s going well. . . and I’d say that he has a pretty good shot at a second date.”

Ignoring the pounding in his chest at his name falling from your lips, he gives you a soft smile, “okay, eat up and I’ll win you anything of your choosing.”

“Really? Anything?”

“I gotta make sure this date is memorable to change ‘pretty good shot’ into a ‘sure shot.’”

“Okay, then,” you look around the area as you slurp your drink, eyes falling on the prize you want, “how about that big fox stuffed animal?”

“Whatever my pretty girl wants, my pretty girl gets.”

Ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks, you take another bite of your burger and some fries, washing it down with your soda. Suna smirks as he sips on his drink and shoves more fries into his mouth.

“So why art? What drew you to it?”

“I like that it tells a story in more ways than one. You have what you see at surface level – the scene that’s in front of your eyes but, then, you also have little things that add to it. The colors, the brushstrokes, the placement of the people and objects – all of it blends together to tell a story. And I like that it makes people think – that, sometimes, you have to decipher it to find the story,” you take another bite of your burger, swallowing it before you continue as you stare at him with a raised brow, “Don’t think that I didn’t notice the pun you threw in there.”

“Hey, now, that was an accident, okay? Purely unintentional,” he pauses to take a bite of his own burger. “That’s a really good reason. I never knew you were such a romantic.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you look away, taking a sip of your drink, “that’s something that’s not on the surface level.”

“So it is. Guess I have to decipher the story.”

You give a sheepish smile before putting him in the hot seat, “so what’s your major?”

“Journalism – specifically photojournalism.”

“Interesting choice. I gotta say that is the last thing I expected you to say. Why photojournalism?”

Passion flashes in his eyes as peridot meets y/e/c, “because I want to help people. Words are great for giving information but you want to strike a chord with people, make them feel things? Well, pictures are extremely successful at that.”

“I’m impressed. That’s actually pretty noble,” you give him a soft smile. “I like this side of you. You should show it more often.”

Suna chuckles nervously, wondering if you can hear the fast beating of his heart, as he finishes his food, “so, uh, you ready for me to win you that prize?” His eyes look anywhere but you, hoping you won’t say anything about the topic change.

You take another bite and shove some more fries in your face before wiping your hands on your napkin, “yeah, I’m ready to go. Let’s see your moves, Sir Pussy Bangs.”

Getting up, you throw your trash away and grab his hand, noting how perfectly yours fits as his fingers slide between yours, a soft smile on his face. He guides you over to the game stall, putting some money on the counter. The attendant picks it up and places three baseballs on the counter. He smirks at you, dropping your hand so he can focus. His eyes narrow as his tongue hangs out the corner of his mouth, winding up his arm and aiming it at the three plastic milk bottles. He throws the ball and knocks all three down, waiting for the attendant to reset them.

Suna aims and knocks all three down again, smirking at you as the bottles get reset for a third and final time. Suna winds up his arms and throws the ball, smiling triumphantly as the bottles clatter to the ground.

“Congrats. Pick your prize. Since you knocked them down three times in a row, you can pick anything,” the pimple-faced teenage attendant says in a bored tone.

Suna points to the fox you wanted, “that one.”

The attendant gets the fox and hands it to Suna before going back to his phone, the same bored expression on his face. Suna smiles and hands you the fox.

You take it, a soft smile on your face as you run your hands along the head of it, “thank you. I gotta admit – I really didn’t think you could do it.”

Suna wraps his arm around your shoulders, guiding you away from the booth, “I told you – whatever my pretty girl wants, my pretty girl gets. So have more faith in me next time, yeah?”

“We’ll see. You were successful this time but who knows? Could just be a stroke of luck,” you tease as you wrap your arm around his waist.

“So what next? A ride, a game?”

“I was actually thinking it’s time to go back to the dorms. I have an early class.”

“Back to the dorms, then,” he turns and guides you to the parking lot, opening your door for you when you arrive at his black mustang. You give a smile as you get in, buckling your seatbelt and holding the fox tight to you. Suna gets in the driver’s side and starts the car, heading back to the dorms.

***

Your hands swing between the two of you as Suna walks you back to your dormitory. He smiles happily as you talk about anything and everything until you stop in front of the building.

“So . . . this is me,” you run your hand over the head of the fox again as you look at him expectantly. “Thank you for what turned out to be a surprisingly lovely evening.”

“So if I asked you on a second date?”

“I’d say you have very good chances of a yes.”

“Then can I take you out again on Friday?” He plays with your fingers as he waits with bated breath, heart nearly beating out of his chest.

You give him a bright smile, “Friday is perfect. I can’t wait.” You lean in closer, eyes glancing at his lips as you bite yours.

“Great! It’s a date! I’ll see you Friday,” dropping your hand, he pats your shoulder before he turns and walks away, heading back to his car.

Your mouth drops open in disbelief and you speak under your breath, “are you freaking kidding me?!” You turn and scoff as you press your keycard against the scanner and shove the door open as it changes green.

Now in your dorm, you’re thankful that your roommate is still out as you change into your pajamas, grumbling aloud while you do. Grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste, you put on your slippers and stalk to the bathroom. You brush your teeth furiously, taking your anger on Suna out on your poor teeth. Spitting into the sink, you rinse your brush, grab your toothpaste and stalk back to your room, leaving them on your desk. Turning off the light, you plug in your phone, seeing a text from Suna.

Suna: I had fun tonight. can't wait for Friday. 😏

Closing the text message, you grumble more and slam your phone on your nightstand before climbing into bed to hopefully get more than a few hours of sleep.

***

Suna had been texting you every day since your date and each one went unanswered by you. Your phone pings as another text message comes in and you check to see who it is. Rolling your eyes, you silence it and go back to your drawing. . . or you would if you hadn’t been disturbed by an annoying voice right next to you.

Suna crouches down in front of you, trying to meet your eyes, “why are you ignoring me? I thought our date went well.”

You scoff as you begin to pack up your things, “you’re really asking me that right now? Seriously?”

“Yeah, I am. I thought we had a fun time. . . especially since you said yes to a second date. So why aren’t you talking to me?” He grabs your wrist stopping you from packing up.

Sucking in your cheeks, you glare at him before answering his question with one of your own, “Why didn’t you kiss me after our date? If it went as well as you thought it was, why did you drop me off and leave when I was giving you all the signs for a kiss?”

“I- huh? What?!” Suna’s mouth opens and closes like a fish as he stutters through an answer. “Y-you wanted me to – “

Cutting him off, you scoff again, “do you even actually like me?” You pull your hand from his and continue packing up, throwing your things in your bag and closing your drawing pad as you get up, walking away until Suna grabs your arm, moving fast, and pinning you against the tree and his body, doing his best to hide you both from everyone else. . . or their prying eyes, at least.

He cups your cheek, breath fanning your face as he moves in closer, “yeah, I like you,” his thumb runs down the middle of your lip, freeing it from between your teeth as his eyes watch yours carefully, looking for any sort of objection as he moves in closer. “More than I thought I would.”

Your heart’s beating so fast you’re amazed he can’t hear it as his lips touch yours, sparks flying when they connect. Suna’s warm body pressing against yours, trapping you between him and the tree, as rough bark digs into your back. Bringing your hands up to his shoulders, your hand grips the hair at the base of his neck as you deepen the kiss, the taste of mint on your tongue as Suna’s twists and entangles with yours.

Pulling back, you break the kiss and look at him with wild eyes as you breathe heavily, “okay, uh, good. Glad we cleared that up,” you pat his chest, pushing him away slightly.

He laughs and cups your cheeks, bringing your lips back to his for a quick kiss, “I wasn’t ready to be done yet.” His thumb brushes your cheek, “so am I forgiven? We’re still on for Friday, princess?”

Biting your lip to keep from smiling, you roll your eyes and push on his chest lightly, “yeah, we’re still on for Friday, Sir Pussy Bangs.”

Laughing, he wraps his arm around your shoulder as you both move away from the tree and presses a kiss to your temple, “good. I can’t wait.”

TWO MONTHS LATER

Suna’s arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you back against his chest, pressing kisses to your neck. Your laugh rings out as his hair tickles you with each kiss, his fingers squeezing your sides. Music pulses throughout the room as you turn around to look at him, pushing his head away and gnawing on your lip nervously.

His thumb runs along your lip, pulling it from between your teeth, “you’re not that nervous to meet my friends, are you? They don’t bite. . . much.”

You roll your eyes as a light chuckle leaves your lips, ignoring his teasing, “Rin, what if they don’t like me? Or think I’m not good enough for you?”

“Hey, hey,” he cups your cheeks and presses a quick kiss to them. “There’s no way they’re gonna hate you. You’re sweet and funny and kind and amazing. And, if they don’t like you, then I guess it’s time to find new friends,” he says the last part with a joking tone to his voice.

A humorless laugh falls from your lips as you pull him down for another kiss, “you know just what to say to make me feel better. Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go meet your friends.”

He smiles brightly at you, claiming your lips in his once more before grabbing your hand and leading you over to two gentlemen with similar looks except for their hair and a gentleman with white hair and black tips.

“Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, this is y/n,” Suna says proudly, resting his arms on your shoulders. “Y/n, this is Atsumu, Osamu, and Kita.”

“Hi!” You give a wave, wringing your hands together, “It’s nice to meet you all. Rin’s told me a lot about you all.”

Atsumu and Osamu share a look at the nickname before Atsumu’s voice booms, “well, I know none of them were good things.” He laughs boisterously as he pushes Suna’s arm off you, replacing it with his own.

Your laugh fills the small space while Atsumu guides you to the couch, talking your ear off. Osamu gets up and walks over to Suna, speaking quietly, “you love her. Or you wouldn’t have introduced her to us.”

Suna whips his head towards Osamu and scoffs, “no, I don’t. This is all for the bet – she’d never sleep with me if I don’t act like she’s important to me. That means meeting my friends.”

Osamu shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh, knowing there’s no getting through Suna’s thick skull, “just don’t come to me when you hate yourself for breaking her heart.” He walks over to reclaim his spot in a chair.

Suna plops down on the couch next to you, pushing Atsumu’s arm off to replace it with his own, pressing a kiss to your temple. A soft smile graces your face as you lean against him, the sound of hands clapping forcing your attention back to Atsumu.

“Enough lovey-dovey – let’s play three truths and a lie! But, if your lie is found out, then you have to take a sip. And, if the guesser guesses wrong, then they have to take a sip,” Atsumu looks around at the group. “Everyone agreed?”

Heads nod in agreement as Suna holds up his beer can, “you go first, highlighter boy.”

Atsumu crinkles his nose, thinking for a second, “okay! I got it: I play volleyball, I had my first kiss at 12,” he puffs his chest out proudly, “and I’ve kissed a boy.”

Osamu snickers, “that’s the best you can do?”

Suna pushes Atsumu’s head lightly, “drink. You had your first kiss at 19.”

“I hate you both. You know too much,” Atsumu grumbles before taking a long sip of his beer. “Okay, Kita. Your turn.”

“Pass. Someone has to be responsible enough to make sure you all get home safe.”

Atsumu sticks his tongue at Kita, blowing a raspberry in his direction, “every party has a pooper and that’s why we invited you.”

You nudge Atsumu with your knee, “it’s actually pretty responsible of him – now you can drink as much as you want without worry.”

The corners of Kita’s lips crinkle as he mouths a ‘thank you’ and Atsumu scratches his head in thought before he takes another sip of beer, “thank you, Kitashin, for the right to party!”

Suna rolls his eyes, “let’s get back to the game, yeah? Samu, you go next.”

“Fine, anything to get it over with,” Osamu grips his beer can as he thinks, “I can do a one-handed cartwheel, I can fit 19 marshmallows in my mouth at once, and I am a vegetarian.”

“Oh, I know!” You jump up excitedly, “the first one is a lie!”

Osamu smirks and gets up, clearing some space and lifts one hand up, putting the other behind his back, as he does a cartwheel. He gives a bow and goes back to his seat, picking up his beer can, “take a drink, princess.”

A grumble falls from your lips before you pick up your own drink, taking a big sip and swallowing before holding it in your hand and leaning against Suna, a pout on your lips.

“Hey,” he turns your face towards his, giving you a quick kiss, “as adorable as you are when you pout, don’t be sad, okay? Besides, it’s your turn.” He presses his lips against your cheek again and again and again until a smile graces your face, “that’s my girl.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, a happy smile on your face, as you think for a moment, “okay, got it. I don’t have a Netflix account, I am allergic to seafood, and my last boyfriend never had real feelings for me.”

Suna’s low drawl is the first to fill the air, tone confident, “the one about your last boyfriend is the lie.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, “wrong. It’s the seafood one. Drink.”

Silence fills the air as Suna, Osamu, and Atsumu tense. You look between the three of them until Kita claps his hands, capturing their attention and thawing them out, “you gotta drink, Suna.”

Shaking his head, Suna brings the can to his lips, chugging it until the can is empty, “I’m gonna go get another. Be right back,” he presses a quick kiss to your lips before exiting the room.

Atsumu rubs the back of his neck as Osamu takes a sip of his beer and you meet Kita’s eyes, “is it just me or did we miss something?”

“I wouldn’t think about it too much. The three of them are just. . .” Kita gives you a reassuring smile as he trails off.

You nod, looking around the room as you wait for Suna to return.

Atsumu leans forward, taking a swig of his beer, “so what happened with your ex?”

“Tsumu!” A hand hits the back of his head, causing him to glare at Osamu, “don’t ask that! It’s not our business.”

“It’s fine, really,” you say genuinely as Suna returns, placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. “I would really rather not get into it, though, and ruin what’s been a really fun evening so far. So who’s next?”

Suna raises his beer, “that would be me, princess.” He thinks for a moment before smirking, “you guys will never figure it out. I’ve never had my heart broken, I’ve taken salsa dancing classes, and I know how to fishtail a braid.”

Banging his fist on the table, Atsumu exclaims, “the braid one is the lie!”

“Salsa dancing is the lie,” comes from Osamu’s mouth at the same time.

Suna moves his beer to his lips as Atsumu fist pumps the air in excitement and Suna lowers the can, “wrong on both. I would fishtail my little sister’s hair all the time and Mom made me take salsa to have a hobby before I found volleyball. Drink.”

Atsumu grumbles before chugging his beer and the game continues a few more rounds but the drinking continues over casual conversation.

***

“Shhhhhhh, you’re being too loud” you shout, your giggles filling the halls of your dorm as Suna fumbles with the key and holds it upright.

He rolls his eyes as he gets the door open and kicks it closed with his foot, placing you on your bed as he looks for your roommate and finding the room empty, “I regret to inform you, princess, that the one making noise is you.”

You giggle again as you fall back on your bed, closing your eyes. Suna smiles softly before moving down to take off your shoes, unlacing them and letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud. He snaps his fingers in front of your face, trying to get you to focus, “princess, hey, which drawer has your pajamas?”

More giggles fall from your mouth as you hold up two fingers in the dark. Suna moves to rummage around in your dresser, finding a gray t-shirt and gray, brown, and peridot green plaid shorts, slamming the drawer shut before coming back to you. Placing the pajamas on your bed, he undoes the button and zipper on your jeans, pulling them off and sliding your shirt over your head, quickly replacing it with the gray t-shirt as he lets you fall back again. He slides the shorts up your legs, lifting your butt to get them all the way up, and picks you up again in his arms to lay in your bed under the covers. Pressing a kiss to your head, he turns to leave when you grab his hand.

“Will you stay? Please?”

“. . . Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

You nod your head and pull him closer to you.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay, but you need to free my arm so I don’t have to sleep in jeans.”

Your lips turn down in a pout as you let go of his arm. Rolling his eyes, he removes his jeans and slides off his unbuttoned light blue shirt dress shirt, leaving him in just black boxers and a navy blue V-neck tee. He slides into bed next to you, smiling happily when you lift up his arm and rest your head on his chest. Your arm rests on his chest as you trace random shapes above his heart. His fingertips run up and down your arm as content silence fills the air.

“Hey, Rin. . .”

“Hm?”

“No, never mind – it’s not important.”

He tilts your chin up to look at him, his green eyes staring intently at yours, “what’s on your mind, princess?”

“Earlier, during the game, you said you never had your heart broken but it was the lie.”

His breath hitches in his throat as he continues to run his fingers up and down your arm.

“Will you tell me what happened?”

Releasing his breath, he continues trailing his fingers as he thinks of what to say, “I was 16 and she was my first love. She was an upperclassman and I thought I was so lucky to have her be into me, out of everyone she could have chosen,” he pauses, the sound of his breathing as his chest rises and falls being the only thing to fill the room. “Turns out, she didn’t actually like me – she just needed someone her parents approved of so she could be with who she actually wanted. Her college boyfriend. After that, I swore I’d never let someone in again. Swore I’d never fall in love again.”

“Oh,” your voice barely above a whisper, “I’m really sorry that happened to you, Rin.”

His lips press against your head, “it’s in the past. And you know what? It allowed me to meet you. And you make me think that maybe, just maybe, giving my heart to someone again may not be so bad,” his hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing against it softly.

“Oh.” Your cheeks heat up and you can’t help the smile that forms on your face, distracting yourself with the shapes you’re still tracing on his chest.

“Okay, princess. Your turn. I told you about my heartbreak so, now, you have to share what happened with your boyfriend.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as your fingers freeze for a moment before continuing, silence filling the room. As you tense in his arms, Suna pulls back slightly to look at you, “princess?”

You exhale and force yourself to relax, nodding your head against him, “sorry, it’s just still kinda. . . fresh. Cause it happened sophomore year and, uh, I haven’t really dated since it happened. Nothing beyond one date, anyway,” you distract yourself with the movements of your fingers on his chest, lip wobbling as tears form in your eyes. “He, uh, he bet his friends that he could get me to sleep with him. I found out before he could be successful but. . . it still hurt. I loved him. . . or thought I did, anyway,” you bring a hand to your eye, wiping away the tear before it can fall as you sniffle, missing the way Suna’s body turns rigid.

Shaking his head slightly to snap out of it, he pulls you tighter against him, “I’m so sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve the world.”

“Thank you,” resting your chin on your hand, flat on his chest, to look at him, you smile softly at him. “But I’m stronger for it and I have you now. And you are a million times better than he is. You care about my interests and my future and listen to me when I talk. Even on our first date, you listened to me, even if I didn’t say the words – like when I up and left you at the restaurant, you immediately understood I was annoyed or mad and, then, you were honest with me. And our second attempt went much better.”

He tenses again, the words ‘you are a million times better than he is’ running through his head, and you bite your lip nervously before turning away from him, “sorry, I got too serious too soon. Forget I said any – “ your words are cut off by his lips on yours, thumb softly stroking your cheek before he rests his forehead against yours.

“You didn’t get too serious too soon.”

You feel your cheeks stretch with a big smile before you crush your lips to his. After you break the kiss, you rest your head on his chest, content silence filling the dark room once more.

“Hey, Rin?” You ask a few moments later, wondering if he fell asleep until you hear his quiet ‘hm?’ in response, “I know it’s only been two months but I think I could fall in love with you. . . for real, not like what I thought I felt with my ex.”

His lips press against the crown of your head, his arm tightening around your waist, “I think I could fall in love with you, too.”

You curl up against him, happy and content, and he listens to your breathing even out, a million thoughts running through his head. The most important one being: did he mean the words or did he say them to win the bet?

TWO WEEKS LATER

Suna’s arm rests against the back of your chair in the crowded coffee shop as cherry red hair appears in front of you and Koharu slides into the seat across from you, “so this is the Suna Rintarou I’ve been hearing all about.”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you roll your eyes, “Rin, meet Koharu, my annoying best friend. Koharu, this is – “

“Your ‘amazing, hot, romantic’ boyfriend,” she finishes for you smirk on her face.

“Oh, I think I like this,” Suna leans forward, his own smirk on his face. “What else has she said about me?”

“Oh, just that you’re handsome and sweet and – “

“Okay!” Your chair scrapes against the tile floor as you get up, “I’m getting us coffee while you spill all everything I ever said about him to him.”

Walking fast to wait in line, a chorus of laughter reaches your ears, causing you to send the finger in their direction and making them laugh harder. ‘They’re gonna become fast friends,’ you think with a smile on your face.

***

Red, yellow, and orange color the outside as a gust of autumn wind blows past you, causing you to hug your sweater around you tighter. Suna’s hand rubs up and down your arm to try and warm you.

Koharu hoists her bag higher on her shoulder, “okay, it’s official. I like him. Congrats, Suna, on passing my tests.”

Suna smiles brightly at her, “I’m glad to have met your high caliber. I want only the best for y/n.”

“Go easy on the charm – you already have my approval,” Koharu half-jokes before turning serious, narrowing her eyes. “I will knee you in the balls if you ever hurt her, though.”

Suna barks out a laugh as Koharu deadpans, “I’m not kidding. You passed and I like you – you’re a good guy – but she will always come first. She’s like a sister to me.”

“Believe me, hurting her is the last thing I want to do,” Suna says, tone and eyes serious. “If I do, I will let you knee me in the balls.”

“Good. So we have an understanding, then. I gotta get to class but I really did enjoy meeting you, Suna. Have fun, lovebirds!” Koharu pats his shoulder before jogging away, waving at you both.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Suna isn’t quite sure when it happened. Was it one of those days in the courtyard that Suna watched you draw, looking so at peace with the sunlight hitting you just right? Was it that night in your dorm when you both opened up to each other, just after meeting his friends, and you fit so perfectly in his arms, like you were made for him? Was it that very first date, when you looked so beautiful under the neon lights, laughing freely before shoving a burger in your mouth? Was it when you insulted him at the night you first met, causing his heart to beat a little faster because no one outside of his friend group had ever insulted him back, and called him pussy bangs the very next day?

Maybe it happened slowly, little parts of all those moments taking up residence in his heart until it beat for only you? He doesn’t know when it happened but he does know that it did happen. He loves you, doesn’t want to lose you, and that’s the only thing propelling him forward, baseball card safe and secure in his wallet, as he races through the quad, desperate to find Atsumu.

Releasing a breath in relief as he sees the blonde hair coming out of the school gym, he shouts his name and waves his hands desperately, trying to get his attention, “Atsumu!”

Atsumu turns and widens his eyes just as Suna claps his hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily. He catches his breath and looks at Atsumu with wild eyes, “we have to cancel it!”

“Cancel what?” Atsumu cocks his head to the side in confusion as Suna grips his shoulders tighter.

“The bet! About y/n!” Suna releases his shoulders and digs around for his wallet, shoving the baseball card at Atsumu, “I can’t do it anymore. I’m in love with her. So, please, can we just cancel it?”

Atsumu’s mouth drops open as his hand falls to his chest, holding the card to it, “but I thought you vowed t – “

“I did but, with her, I feel like she’d never hurt me like that. With her, it feels real. It feels right. It feels like I was always meant to be hers.”

“Well, shit, Sunarin. You’re in deep. Not even Hana made you feel this strongly,” Atsumu looks at the card before looking at Suna. “Yeah, we can cancel the bet but. . . are you sure you want to give this up?”

Suna lets out a sigh of relief, shoulders finally relaxing as he does, “I’m sure – you deserve it since I’m the one asking to cancel and y/n . . . she means so much more to me than some shitty baseball card. Thank you for canceling it.”

Atsumu puts the card in his wallet and pockets it, slapping Suna on the shoulder, “yeah, no problem, man. She’s really good for you. I wish you both every happiness.”

“Thanks. I already have that happiness, just by having her,” Suna turns to leave, a giant smile on his face. “Now I’ve gotta go get ready for a date with my girl.”

***

Quiet, happy giggles fill the air as Suna paws at you through your LBD, your hands pulling at his shirt to remove it from under his waistband. His lips claim yours, tongue sliding in your mouth as he walks you back against the door of his dorm room, trapping you between cool wood and his hot body.

He breaks the kiss, lips sliding down to your neck as he speaks against it, “we should really move this inside my room, princess.” He looks up at you through hooded eyes, lust and something else you can’t quite recognize swimming in them, “and, to do that, I need to not be distracted by the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You giggle again but move to the side, lips trailing along his neck as he fumbles with his keys before unlocking it, turning to you before he swings the door open, “Rin? Is something wrong?”

He shakes his head, cupping your cheeks in his hands, “no, everything is perfect. You’re perfect. Dinner was perfect. The date was perfect. I hope the rest of this night is perfect. . . which is why I did this,” he swings the door open to show twinkling lights hung from one side of the room to the other, all along the ceiling and your favorite flowers on every surface. Matching petals rest on the floor and his bed, made with fresh sheets in a dark purple.

Tears of joy form in your eyes as you step into the room, a happy smile on your face. Tracing your hand along his desk, caressing the soft petals, you turn back to look at him, “you did all this? For me?”

“I did. I wanted it to be special,” he steps into the room and closes the door, locking it, before he grabs your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to your fingers to press a soft kiss to them. He looks you deeply in the eyes, his smile mirroring yours, “because I have the sweetest, kindest, most amazing girlfriend ever. I have to be honest – I did not expect the ‘fucking klutz’ who insulted me immediately after meeting and called me Pussy Bangs – “

“Sir Pussy Bangs,” you laugh, cutting him off as his laugh joins yours.

“Sir Pussy Bangs,” he laments, turning serious again, “to not only become my girlfriend but to become someone who means so much to me.” He releases a deep breath, smiling softly at you, thumb rubbing your cheek lovingly, “I know it’s only been four and a half months so it seems really soon but there’s not a doubt in my mind – or heart – how I feel about you. Y/n . . . I’m in love with you. I love you as many stars exist in the sky.”

The tears from earlier fall down your face as you pull him in for a kiss before breaking it, a happy laugh falling from your lips as his thumbs rub your tears away and his forehead rests against yours, “Rin. . . I love you, too.”

***

Breathless pants fill the air as Suna climbs up your body, licking your juices off his fingers before kissing you deeply. His heavy cock throbs against your thigh as you grind against it. Shortly after your “I love you” exchange, clothes fell to the floor and Suna placed you on his bed, climbing on top of you and leading to the position you’re in now.

“Rin. . . please. I need you,” you gasp out, grinding against him before letting out a whine. Suna grabs a foil packet, tearing it open and rolling the latex on his length.

“Shhh, princess, it’s okay. I got you. I’m gonna take care of you,” Suna’s lips press against yours sweetly as he lines up his tip with your folds, sinking in slowly and swallowing your moans as he bottoms out, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Rin,” your hand cups his cheek and he smiles softly, pressing his lips to yours again. Rolling his hips against yours, he pulls out and thrusts back in, groaning into your mouth. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him down as close as possible.

His hand clasps yours as he rocks you both, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking harshly. You gasp and your toes curl as he angles his hips to the spot that makes you see stars. Your hands thread themselves in his hair and gripping it tightly as you meet his thrusts, juices gushing around him and coating his cock in milky translucence.

“Rin. . . gonna cum.”

“Come for me, princess,” he attaches his lips to your breast as he pushes your legs up, folding you in half as he increases the speed of his thrusts, balls slapping against you.

Hands falling to his back, they dig into his shoulders before raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake as you clench tightly around him, cumming as you moan out his name. He slows his thrusts to work you through your high before picking up speed, using you for his own pleasure. His fingers grip yours tightly next to your head, moaning into your mouth as his stomach tightens, shooting his cum into the silicone lining his cock. His hips still, pressed flush against you, before kissing your lips sweetly and pulling out of you.

He gets up and rolls the condom off, tying it and tossing it in the trash can, before coming back to you and pulling you into his arms, “how do you feel?”

Your fingers dance along his chest as you think for a moment, “amazing. I feel amazing. And, like, ridiculously happy.” You press a kiss to his chest, above his heart, before looking at him, “I didn’t think I could feel this happy, especially after what my ex did. I love you, Rin.”

He cups your cheek and smiles as the fairy lights cast a soft glow on both of you, claiming your lips with his, “I love you, too, princess. You mean everything to me.”

Smiling brightly, you curl against him as your eyes flutter closed, movements of your fingers slowing as your breath evens out. He pulls you tighter against him, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, before joining you in slumber.

***

ELSEWHERE THE SAME NIGHT, KOHARU POV

Koharu makes her way through the crowd of the party, weaving through drunk freshmen and couples grinding on each other. Trying to get to the bathroom to deal with the beer some idiot spilled on her, she starts to climb the stairs, past a pair of identical boys except for their hair – one blonde, one gray – and freezes when she hears Suna’s name.

“Sunarin canceled the bet, just like that? Man, he must really love y/n, then, to give up his favorite baseball card.”

Forgetting about her original problem, she walks down the stairs and stomps over to them, poking the gray haired one in the chest with every word she grits out, “what bet did that asshole make involving my best friend?”

“Don’t look at me – I’m not the twin he made it with,” Osamu raises his hands in surrender as she turns on Atsumu.

“Speak. Now. Tell me absolutely everything,” Koharu spits out as she turns to Atsumu, glaring daggers.

“Hey, lady, I don’t even know you. How do we know you’re actually y/n’s friend?!”

“Look, bitch face, I don’t have time for these games. I heard you talking about my friend and her boyfriend and said something about a bet. I’m not about to let her get her like that again so, if you know something he did to hurt her, you want to tell me now or I will hang you from that second floor railing by your balls.”

“Why does everyone call me bitch face?” Atsumu grumbles before he gulps, eyes wide, hands moving to cover his crotch, “I’ll tell you everything – just don’t hurt me!”

Koharu’s nostrils flare more and more as Atsumu tells her exactly what the bet entails, storming out of the party when he gets to the end of the story. Pressing her phone to her ear, she frantically dials you, only for it to immediately go to voicemail, “Guess I’m camping outside your dorm, y/n.”

***

THE NEXT MORNING, READER POV

Sunlight streams in through the window, creating a soft glow, as Suna’s arms tighten around you, “good morning, princess.” His lips trail down your chin to your neck, his hair tickling you as he goes.

Your happy laughs fill the air before you squeal and squirm against him, “Riiiiiin! Stop – it tickles!”

“You’re beautiful, you know. I want to freeze this moment,” he settles between your thighs, claiming your lips in his swiftly before pulling back. “I wish we could just stay in bed all day.”

Your hands trace his back, following the curves and hard lines of it, “I know. I wish we could, too. Sadly, I do have to get up – I made plans for lunch with Koharu.”

“Reschedule. I want more time with you like this,” his fingers dip into your folds, curling deep inside them as you bite your lip to keep the moan in, head falling back.

You pull his lips to yours, grinding against his hand, gasp turning into a whining groan as you push against his shoulders, “as much as I want to and as – fuck, Rin – good as this feels, I can’t reschedule. I have to go meet her.”

Heading falling on your shoulder, he groans as he removes his fingers from you begrudgingly, “Fine. Go have lunch with your friend. I’ll just be here, missing you and wishing you were here.”

“How about I make it up to you? My roommate will be out all next weekend – she’s going away with her boyfriend – so I’ll have the dorm to myself. You can come over and we can turn off our phones, spending all weekend exactly like this. Sound good?”

“That sounds perfect. I can’t wait,” he kisses you lightly, laying on his side and resting his head on his hand as he watches you get dressed. “I’ll miss you. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you smile softly at him, giving him another quick kiss before walking out his door.

Walking through your dorm halls, you're thankful that they’re empty so you can avoid stares from your “walk of shame.” Well, mostly empty, you think as you tilt your head in confusion, seeing Koharu sitting on the floor outside your door, knees pulled to her chest, “Koharu? What are you doing here? Did you wait out here all night?”

Koharu looks up at you, sympathy on her face, as she stands, knees cracking as she does, “Can we go inside? There’s something I have to tell you.”

“Yeah, of course,” you unlock your door, letting her in. “Is everything okay?”

She closes the door and turns to face you, a serious look on her face, “It’s about Suna.” She lets out a deep sigh, placing her hands on your shoulders, “I really wish I didn’t have to tell you this but I can’t let you make a mistake so I’m just gonna rip off the band-aid, okay?” She waits for you to acknowledge it, only continuing when she sees you nod your head, “Suna bet he could sleep with you in five months. I just found out from some dude with horrible blonde looking hair last night. Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

“What?” Your voice breaks as tears fall down your cheeks before you crumple to the floor, sobs filling the formerly quiet space. Koharu drops to her knees as she wraps her arms around you, rocking you in them.

***

Freshly showered and in your favorite pair of pajamas, ice cream carton in your hand, you rest on your bed with Koharu next to you, Legally Blonde playing on your laptop.

“How much was I worth?”

“Hm?” Koharu asks, sticking a spoon in the frozen treat.

“How much did Su – did he decide I was worth?”

“He asked for some signed volleyball. Highlighter head wanted his car but Suna said no, agreeing to some rare baseball card. Boys,” Koharu says, rolling her eyes.

A humorless laugh falls from your mouth, “so all I was worth was a measly piece of paper or some rubber and fake leather?” You dig your spoon into the ice cream, taking a big chunk as more tears fall down your face, trying to soothe your now shattered heart.

“At least you didn’t sleep with him?” Koharu offers helpfully.

“Actually, I did. Last night. I’m such an idiot.”

“Hey, no. You are not the idiot – he is. He had a really great girl and didn’t see her worth until it was too late, only treating you like a plaything. He fucked up, not you. You are amazing and sweet and kind and considerate. He’s the idiot for hurting the best woman in the world and breaking her heart,” Koharu pulls you into her side as your sobs fill the room again.

***

THAT SAME DAY, A FEW HOURS AFTER YOU LEFT, SUNA POV

Suna groans as he stirs awake for the second time that day, much preferring the view he had the first time. His hand falls on the cold, empty space you had previously occupied, wishing you were there. A smile appears on his face when he thinks of your promise, of spending all weekend with you. Unfortunately for him, the daydream is ruined by a shrill ringing filling the room and he groans before reaching for his phone, ATSUMU showing on the screen.

Canceling the call, he puts his phone down on his desk until the same loud noise fills the room again. Grabbing it, he accepts the call, pressing the phone to his ear, “What?!”

“Sunarin! Thank God you answered!” Atsumu’s breathless voice shouts in his ear, “Listen, you gotta get to y/n and tell her about the bet! Samu and I saw some chick at a party, saying she was Y/n’s best friend – she had bright red hair, if that helps? Anyway, she overheard me telling Samu you canceled the bet and demanded to know everything. She stormed out after she got the whole story – probably to go tell y/n. Please tell me she’s still with you and just in the bathroom or something.”

“Shit!” Suna punches the bed before shooting up, holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear, “No, she went to go meet Koharu – her best friend, the one you met last night, apparently – for lunch. Fuck! Tsumu, I gotta go,” Suna hangs up the phone, not bothering to hear Atsumu’s response, shrugging a t-shirt over his head. Shoving his feet into his sneakers, he slides his phone, wallet, and keys into his pockets before throwing open his door and walking through it, slamming it closed.

He races across campus, bumping into people and yelling a ‘sorry!’ behind him as his lungs burns, desperate to get to you and hoping against hope that he can get to you first. He’s extra thankful for the cardio required from his high school years playing volleyball and even more thankful he kept up with it or his muscles would be screaming at him. He finally gets to your dorm and he’s sure his eyes are wild as he runs down the hall stopping in front of your door, pounding on it as his heart simultaneously resides in throat and is about to beat out of his chest.

He lets out a relieved breath when the handle turns and he’s about to fall to his knees to grovel, to explain, until he’s met with cherry red hair and angry green eyes, “Koharu. . . please tell me you didn’t tell her yet. Please tell me I have a chance to explain, to make it right.”

Nostrils flaring, she places her hands on his shoulders, looking him directly in the eyes as she brings her knee up hard between his legs. Watching him crumple to the floor, she glares at him before she closes the door softly, poking him in the chest hard until his back hits the wall, “you’re an asshole, you know that? She trusted you! Gave you her heart and after she was hurt in the exact same way before! And I know she told you about him! And you still did it, still went through with it?”

He looks up at her from the floor, voice strained, “no! I didn’t, I swear! I ended the bet before I did anything with her! I love her – I never want her to be in pain, never want to hurt her!”

“Then why did you? You canceled it so you get points for that but you lost them all when you didn’t tell her before sleeping with her,” Koharu says softly, despite the flare of her nostrils, the glare in her eyes.

As the pain subsides, Suna rests against the wall and his shoulders fall as he deflates, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks at her with pleading eyes, “I was scared I would lose her. Just let me talk to her, please. So I can explain, so I can make it right.”

“She’s sleeping, finally. You know she cried herself to sleep in my arms over you?” Koharu lets out a humorless chuckle, “you don’t deserve her love or her tears. Even if she were awake, she doesn’t want to see you. So, if you love her like you claim to, walk away. Leave her alone. And forget she existed so she can heal and move on.” She turns and enters your dorm room, closing and locking the door, before Suna can even respond.

Determination fills his eyes as he stares at your door, “I’m sorry I can’t honor that, y/n . . . but I’m not giving up on you, on us.”

For weeks, Suna has sent flowers and chocolates and stuffed animals, all of them returned back to him when you refused to sign for them. So he moved to dedicating songs to you on the radio and having sing-a-grams show up in your classes and your drawing time in the courtyard. He never heard about the songs on the radio but he did watch you storm off in the courtyard after the nth sing-a-gram he sent . . . and he hasn’t seen you in the courtyard since.

As he waits in the courtyard for you to show up, hoping you will just so he can try plan C, shock colors his face when cherry red hair invades his eyesight.

“Koharu? What are you doing here?”

She lets out an annoyed sigh as she rolls her eyes, “look, I still hate you for what you did to y/n . . . but I see you’ve been trying to make it right and that’s something her last asshole ex who made her a bet never did. Along with actually canceling the bet,” flipping her hair over her shoulder, she glares at him before turning serious with pursed lips. “And my friend has been absolutely miserable since her heart got broken. She’s a shell of herself and I’ve also never seen her as happy as she was when she was with you. So I’ve decided to help you get her back. I’m assuming you have another plan in mind?”

Suna breaks into a smile, hope that had previously dissipated returning to him and making his heart feel a million times lighter, “I do actually have another plan in mind. And I only need you to do two things.”

“What are they?”

“Get her to the Halloween masquerade ball and,” he slides her a business card with your name and an order number written on the back, “pick up this dress and make sure she wears it. Tell her whatever you need to get her to accept it – just don’t tell her it’s from me. And try to make sure she’s there before they announce the masquerade king and queen at 11, okay?”

OCTOBER 31ST

Releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, your hand runs over the tulle of your dress, silver embellished mask adorning your eyes. The music from inside thumps lightly and you pull your phone out to check the time, “10:50 pm,” you gulp and, nerves getting the best of you, turn to leave.

At least, you would have had Koharu, cherry red hair in finger waves and silver mermaid dress hugging her curves with a matching mask on her eyes, not been walking up the stairs at that very moment, “oh, no, you don’t. You have been sad and moping for entirely too long. This will be good for you! Now, come on. Let’s go – they’re about to announce the lame king and queen thing so no one will even pay attention to you. You’ll be able to blend into the background perfectly,” Koharu reassures as she grabs your wrist and drags you towards the doors. “King and queen, like we’re back in high school,” Koharu mumbles under her breath as you both enter the room, causing you to snicker.

You enter the ballroom, eyes roaming the room in search of Suna – simultaneously hoping that he both will and won’t be there – letting out a breath in relief, followed by a sigh of sadness when you can’t find him in the room. The president of the party planning committee walks on stage and claps her hands to get everyone’s attention as two new recruits walk out with a crown and a tiara.

The room goes quiet as the attention turns to the stage, waiting for the president to speak, “Evening, everyone! Before we get to what everyone has been waiting for, we just wanted to take a quick moment to thank you all for attending – we beat our record from last year and are happy to announce that all we earned tonight will be going to a local no-kill shelter.”

The sound of clapping hands fills the room for a few moments before the president raises her hands to calm everyone, quiet settling in again, “Thank you all for your support! Now, without further ado, I have the results for our Halloween Masquerade King and Queen!” Another new recruit hands her two envelopes and she clears her throat, opening the one marked Queen, “and our Masquerade Queen is . . . L/n y/n?”

Your mouth drops open in shock, eyes looking around the room as heat rises to your cheeks and slow, confused clapping fills the room, a million eyes on you. Koharu nudges your arm, pushing you to walk towards the stage, “Go! Get your crown!”

Whispers of ‘who is she?’ and ‘how did she win?’ reach your ears as you slowly walk to the stage. Koharu mumbles to herself, forehead scrunched in thought, “this better not be a Carrie thing. Who on Earth voted for her to win?”

“I did,” Suna walks up beside Koharu, a knowing smile on his face. “About 300 times.”

“Suna?! You did this? Is this your grand plan to get her back?” Koharu turns to him in shock before a happy smile makes its way to her face, “you sly, conniving, little fox.”

Mischief dances in his eyes before the sincerity rings through, “this is just step one of plan C.” He gives her a wink, turning his attention to you as the tiara is placed on your head.

The president calls for attention again as she opens the other envelope, “and the king is Suna Rintarou!”

Loud cheers erupt throughout the room as your heart drops to your stomach. Suna gives Koharu another wink before making his way up to the stage, standing next to you as the crown gets placed on his dark chestnut hair. Music fills the room and the crowd clears a space as the president speaks into the microphone, “and now the king and queen dance to bring luck to the charity this event is for!”

You gnaw on your lip as Suna turns to you, hand outstretched for yours, “I know you hate my guts but it’s one dance for charity. And it’s tradition.”

“Fine. Because it’s tradition,” you place your hand in his and he leads you out to the floor, hand wrapping around your waist.

Suna holds you closer as your heart beats rapidly, his soft voice filling your ear as he sings along with the chorus, “I’m under your skies . . . I’m caught in your eyes. Don’t you know you stop the room? And all that I can see is you?” Tears form in your eyes, burying your head in his shoulder so he can’t see and you bite your lip to keep your sobs in as he continues on, voice low in your ear so only you can hear.

“I’m standing where the lighting strikes. I know this doesn’t happen twice. You must be my once in a lifetime, in a lifetime. You must be my once in a lifetime,” Suna spins you around the room, your breath hitching in your throat, heart ripping into more pieces with each and every word from his lips, two sides of yourself at war. Your heart wanting nothing more than to rest your head on his shoulder and forget everything about the bet and your brain not being able to forget that he even made it in the first place, information about canceling the bet be damned.

Suna presses his lips to your temple before singing the next verse to you, “there’s so much that I have told you, but it’s all in my head. Ask me anything you want to cause the answer is yes. I’ll spend my whole life, just being caught up in your eyes.”

The dam breaks and tears fall, a broken sob falling from your mouth as he starts the chorus again, and you break away from him, taking your mask off, “I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough.”

Picking up your dress to run easier, you push your way through the crowd as Suna’s heart shatters, finally seeing just how much pain he caused you. Shaking his head, he pushes that out of his mind and runs to the stage, grabbing the microphone, seizing the last chance he’ll get to make it right with you, “Y/n, stop. Please listen to what I have to say before you run.”

He smiles softly when he sees you freeze in the crowd, albeit facing away from him, “if this is the only chance, then I gotta take it, huh?” Several eyes watch him, soft chatter filling the room, as he releases a deep breath before continuing, “Y/n, you are the most stubborn, annoying woman I’ve ever met.” Laughs fill the room and you turn to face him, nostrils flaring as you watch him with tears falling down your face, fingers tightening around the mask at your side.

“You spilled beer on me immediately and insulted me on our very first meeting. On our next meeting, you insulted me again and called me Sir Pussy Bangs. So, yeah, you are stubborn and annoying . . . at least, that’s what I thought at first. But you’re actually the kindest, most beautiful, most amazing woman ever. You don’t take my shit – instead, you give it right back. And I fucked up on our first date by putting on act, kept my mask on.”

A laugh bubbles from your lips at the first part of his speech, watching as he continues, “and you gave me a second chance at it, anyway. And it turned out to be the best second first date of my life. You were considerate and forgiving and smart. I think I may have fallen in love with you then. Or maybe it happened one of those in the courtyard, sun glistening on you, or the night you met my friends and we opened up to each other or maybe it was when you insulted my IQ. Or maybe it happened slowly over all those moments but all I know is it happened and I never once expected it. And I’m hoping you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me yet again.”

His eyes tear from you for a moment, looking out at the confused faces, “uh, I suppose I should explain some things. See, a lot of you may know me as a player, a womanizer, but, honestly, that’s not even the worst of it,” his hand rubs the back of his neck. “See, I’m actually worse than that. That beautiful, gorgeous, amazing woman that was running away from me? Yeah, she saw that I was a piece of shit and still gave me a chance.”

“A chance I really didn’t deserve cause, uh, the truth is I made a bet involving her,” gasps fill the room, eyes glaring at him, as he lets out a deep sigh. “I know – I’m a huge asshole and I don’t deserve her at all, don’t deserve her forgiveness. But I’m here, admitting what I did, admitting how much an asshole I was in front of everyone, and asking for forgiveness, for another chance anyway.”

His eyes bore into yours again as Koharu whispers something in your ear, noticing the way your eyes soften and the way you sniffle, “because I’m in love with you, y/n. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I don’t deserve you but I promise, if you give me another chance I don’t deserve, I will do everything in my power to only love you, to protect you, to never hurt you,” he leaves the stage, leaving the microphone, and walks towards you, cupping your cheek when he gets to you. “What do you say? Do I still have a chance or did I ruin it for good?”

Your lip wobbles as you stare up at him before you bury your head in his chest, “everyone is looking at us.”

“I don’t see anyone but you here,” his thumb rubs your cheek softly and you let out a sob. “It’s just you and me here, princess.”

You gulp, still hiding your head in his chest, “can we please get out of here? I can’t give you an answer when we’re in the spotlight like this.”

His chest rises and falls as you wait for an answer with bated breath and you feel his lips press against the top of your head softly. Suddenly, the ground disappears from under you and your arms scramble to wrap around his shoulders, burying your face in his shoulder as chatter resumes, music playing softly again. He opens the door and it slams closed behind him, putting you down as you’re both left in silence.

Gnawing on your lip, you turn away from him, walking to the balcony overlooking the foyer of the event space. Footsteps sound behind you until you can feel Suna’s body heat radiating against your back. You rest your hands on the railing and Suna’s fingers trace along the back of your hand, waiting with bated breath.

“You really hurt me,” you sniffle as you feel his fingers shake against your hand, “and I should tell you to go fuck yourself. My brain is even screaming at me to . . . but my heart is screaming at me to forgive you, to run into your arms, and . . . “ You trail off, unsure how to finish the sentence as you sniffle again, turning to look at him, “but I have been so miserable these past few weeks. Everywhere I would go, I’d see you, see us together: in the courtyard, in my dorm room, everywhere. All I’ve done is miss you. And, then, I have to remember the pain I felt that I was just a bet to you and it shatters all over again and my brain yells at me to move on, to steel my heart and forget about you.”

His head falls out of the corner of your eye and his fingers leave your hand, balling into a fist on the railing as you continue, “but I can’t forget about you. Try as I might, I still love you more than I hate you. And, then . . . then you do all this,” you gesture around you, gesture to your dress, as his head snaps up, relief and hope bubbling in his chest, threatening to spill over at your words, “and how can I be mad at you? You got me this gorgeous dress and this tiara,” you smile softly, the words about him stuffing the ballot box to get it for you being left unspoken, “and admitted what you did, not just to me, but for all to see.”

“So what are you saying, then?”

“I’m saying I’ve missed you and that these past few weeks without you have been hell . . . and you did a shitty thing but you also did the one thing my ex never did: not follow through with the bet. Koharu told me you canceled it,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “So, yeah, despite my brain telling me not to, I forgive you.”

Suna smiles happily, both of you laughing as he spins you around before he puts you back down on the ground. His hands cup your cheeks again, lips claiming yours. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as your foot pops, deepening the kiss until he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“God, I love you . . . so much. Do you want to go back in and enjoy the party?”

Shaking your head, you press a quick kiss to his lips, “Let’s get out of here, Rin.”

***

And that’s how you find yourself in Suna’s black mustang, grinding into him as your lips clash against his again and again. His hands roam over your body as yours tug at his sage green tie, loosening it just enough to pull it over his head. You break the kiss to breathe and his lips trail down your neck as you pull his shirt from his pants, unbuttoning it and trailing your hands over his chest.

“Rin,” you pant out breathlessly.

“I know, princess. I know,” his hands hike up your dress some more before they rest on your thighs and move to trace along your soaking panties. “You’re so fucking wet for me, love.”

You move your hips faster against him, rubbing against his hard cock and fingers, letting out a whine, “Rin, please. Need you. Can’t wait,” your hands pull undo his belt and lower his zipper, pulling his cock out and stroking it, gathering the bead of white pooling at the tip.

He groans as he bucks up into your hand, “gotta condom in my wallet.”

“Were you planning on this?” You tease, dropping his cock and fishing out his wallet, tearing open the foil packet and rolling it along his length.

A breathless laugh falls from his lips before they claim yours again, his fingers moving your panties to the side so he can line his cock up with your folds, “don’t be a brat.”

You giggle in response before lowering yourself on his cock, your moan filling the small space, “R-Rin! So deep. . .”

“I know. It’s been entirely too long,” his hand grips the back of your head, pulling it back to his to claim your lips again as he bucks up into you, moaning into your mouth.

Your fingers thread in his hair, gripping it tightly as you lift up and drop down, ignoring the steering wheel digging into your back. The tiara bumps along the roof of his car and you growl, tearing it off, as you rock your hips against his, pubic bone hitting your clit. Your lips find his neck, sucking harshly, and you speed up your thrusts. Rin’s moans fill the air, sounding like music to your ears.

“Princess, I can’t hold on. Gonna cum soon.”

“Me, too. Just a little more, Rin,” your toes curl in your shoes as he thrusts up roughly, claiming your lips in his again. You moan into his mouth as the coil snaps, coating his cock in your juices, hand scrambling to find his.

He grips your hand, sliding his fingers between yours as he fucks up into you, chasing his own high before cumming with a low groan. You fall against him, panting heavily. His fingers rub circles into your lower back, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You feel okay?”

“Yeah,” you lean up slightly and look at him, soft smile on your face, “I feel perfect, actually.” You gnaw on your lip, eyes unfocused in thought.

He rests his forehead against yours, “hey, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Just . . . what does this mean for us?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you said it yourself – that you’re a player,” a breath falls from your lips as he continues to rub circles. “I guess . . . I just need to be sure that this isn’t a game. That this is real.”

“I hate that I hurt you so deeply. Hurt you so much that it’s making you have doubts,” he presses a quick kiss to your lips, hand moving to cup your cheek. His forehead presses against yours again, thumb rubbing your cheek softly, “This isn’t a game. You’re all I want. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rin,” you say softly, looking him deeply in the eyes. “So, then . . .?”

“It’s game over.”

💔 reader's masquerade dress

💔 the song that plays when Suna and reader dance and that he sings to her is Landon Austin's "Once in a Lifetime"

💔 "Di Amanti e Bugiardi" means "of lovers and liars." I picked it to connect with Suna being both to y/n.

reblogs appreciated, especially with comments! 💕

Tag list: @chibishae34 @patchworkpuzzle

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[angelliyo]

updated! requests and matchups

REQUESTS CURRENTLY CLOSED

I. I don't accept yandere and smut since I'm reaaally uncomfortable with that kinda stuff😭

II. I will leave out most of your requests unless you don't leave a name or emoji- like this; "may I request for --? Call me 💫🪐! "

III. I usually take 2-4 days to take a small break, so hopefully you won't mind!

IV. My requests are full at the moment, so I might be slower😭😭 I'm soso sorry about that!

V. Please state which fandom you want, and you can requests things other than pjsk, twst, or obey me! You can requests stuff from.. Ex; genshin impact. Though I don't really play genshin anymore since I quit, but I occasionally play with my lover.

VI. I need a lil time to do your requests since I'm slow ay eff😢

VII. I might not be able to write on weekends and stuff since I usually go shopping with friends, though I try!!

I'm very very cool and cute and adorable so request from me🥰😍😘

(PS when I ask you to be my friend in those extra little notes I mean it,,I AM DESPERATE.)

+ reintroduction so I can convince you that I'm cool and deserve to be ur friend

Hi hi I'm an aroace female that uses any pronouns but prefers he/him or they/them! Uhhh I'm half Filipino half Mexican-American (pretty sure) but ppl here in ph think I'm as white as a ghost💀 /hj

Shoving that to the side- I'm interested in astronomy, astrology, tarot reading, history, lolita fashion(sweet and Gothic) , gyaru (agejo and hime), etc!

i love love looove deep conversations!! Especially if it's about one of my interests!! I'm actually willing to kill for a friend that shares the same interests as me and let's me rant about things I'm passionate about🥲🥲

I usually type in caps since I'm excited to talk! I'm rarely ever in a bad mood! I always let people vent to me whenever they need to! You can always go to me if you wanna talk or do something fun!!

I forgot to mention I'm an esfp (kind of an enfp since I got enfp and esfp on multiple different tests so im kinda just a mix) I'm also a scorpio!

I also love play fighting with friends! I usually insult ppl as a joke but I can back off when they want me to stop!

That's all about me since I don't wanna waste anyone's time ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

[wonwoonlight]

*there's a part where i mention almost getting cut JSJDJDJ*

currently on break and i have come to be annoying again 😥😥 anyWYAS those muffins went great :D and story time (this is gonna be long im so sorry ><) two people came in like 3 hrs ago and i didn't want to assume but they were probably on a date,,,like those dates where u confess HSJCJDJ so like they ordered their stuff and sat near the counter,,,even if i wasn't listening i still heard them loud and clear HSJXDJ but there were customers so i couldn't put my full attention on them (I WANT TO HEAR IT UNFOLD 😭😭😭) but then,,,there was a cake delivery (my mom makes them at our house bcs it's easier <3) so i switched places with my co-worker: him @ the counter and me @ the dessert section (basically a table where we arrange our take out cakes/slice the cakes and all that) sO i was now directly in front of them JSJDJJDJD and luckily,,the girl (her name is rei) just started speaking so i miraculously didn't miss anything,,,rei asked the boy (his name is joshua [WHAT A COINCIDENCE] asked him his name for his drink too <3) okay so rei asked joshua the usual question: why did u bring me here? i don't rmb what happened next bcs my co-worker (can we call him mingyu </3 i wanna experience what it's like to be delulu 💔💔) ok so mingyu called me bcs he was having trouble with the pay machine thing (til this day, i still don't know what it's called) so i did that and when i came back joshua said "out of all the places, you're probably wondering why i brought you here" rei said "was wondering that too" then she let out the cutest little giggle ever 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 joshua said "would you like to know why?" "why?" "because they make me realize your similarities with each other" "how so?" "the cafe,,,it's sweet, bright, a place of comfort, and i like them. they make me feel like myself" (rmb this happened like??? 3hrs ago so i forgot most of the words they exchanged 😭😭) AT THIS POINT I WAS BASICALLY SCREAMJNG INSIDE (almost cut my finger with the kn1fe too </3) anyways there was this silence that made it so nerve-racking but then rei said "what a coincidence. i was literally thinking that when you said we were going to a cafe" mY HEART 😭😭😭😭 was so 😭😭😭 FULL OF LOVE??? AND JOY???? so they both laughed and hugged each other and got together, i gave them free cookies :D im so sorry this sucked even tho i was sharing an irl story HSJSJDJD this is why i didn't pick english as my major </3 (culinary saved my ass fr) and if it's okay, do you have any other communication platforms other than tumblr? so that we can talk more:00 hehe dw i wont be annoying </3 also in the midst of writing this i suddenly remembered the synopsis of haven cloud HAHSHSJJS don't worry i'll spare u the embarrassment when i find smth wrong 💖💖 (+remember, being a cafe owner/staff is the best vip seat to love <3)

nOOOOOOOOOO OGMJENDNES YOU ARE WITNESSING MY SCENARIOS IRL IM SO JEALOUS 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE DO SHARE MORE WTFFFFFF THESE THINGS ACTUALLY HAPPEN IRL???😭😭😭😭😭

I do have discord if u want to talk there!!! Just dm me and I'll add u🤍🤍

and yES literally the main idea of haven cloud is to just. Witness happenings in everyday life 🥲🤍 find the beauty in them and romanticize little things hehe

[randomcitizen98]

when u get this u have to put 5 songs 🎵 u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this to 10 others (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨

Tagged by the super awesome @lovethistoomuch (I literally NEVER get tagged in anything so thank you so much 😭😭❤️❤️)

1. The Way I Feel by Keane

This is a song I just recently started listening to because I heard it at my job & I couldn’t quite hear it properly but I liked the beat & tempo & a lot of other stuff so I looked it up & properly listening to it the first time was like getting a sucker punch in the heart because it’s just SO GODDAMN RELATABLE. It literally felt like someone wrote a song about my life & current mental state 🥲

2. Crossfire by Brandon Flowers

Another song I heard at my job but this one comes with a funny story…. So the part that really hooked me (aside from the music itself) is part of the chorus when he’s singing “lay your body down” over & over again BUT since I was at work I could never tell what the hell he was saying & as a result, could not look up the song using the lyrics so my only hope was to use the Shazam feature on Snapchat. But of course just when I’ve decided that I want to find out the name of the song, I don’t hear it again for another two weeks ( just like that one item you see all over your room all the time and then when you actually need it & go looking for it, it’s nowhere to be found). My job plays the same playlist over & over again so I knew I would hear it again eventually but in the meantime I was being HAUNTED by the mere fragment of a song & it was driving me crazy. Finally, after what seemed like AGES of not hearing the song, I heard the familiar chorus during a slow moment at work & immediately scrambled for my phone so I could open up Snapchat & utilize the Shazam feature but it kept telling me “no music detected” so I tried holding my phone up (since the speakers are practically on the ceiling) but right at that moment some guests walk in & I had to (literally) throw my phone away… & while dealing with these guests I managed to hear part of a verse (“Tell the devil that he can go back from where he came”) so I tried desperately to cling to this lyric so I can look it up after the guests leave but my stupid ADHD brain forgot everything except for “the devil” 🙃😭😭 obviously I did eventually find out what song it was but HOLY SHIT was it a freaking process 😫

3. Hundreds of Stories by Lin Manuel Miranda & Olga Merediz

In the Heights is my favorite musical of all time & I love it so so so so much…. I don’t think I’m capable of accurately articulating just how much I love it so I won’t even try. I’ll just say that I love Lin Manuel Miranda so much for giving the world a musical where my people take center stage & the Latin American community as a whole is so gloriously celebrated. I just recently had the honor of watching a local production of the Original Broadway version & it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen 🥹🥰 I chose this song specifically because it’s one of the six that were excluded from the movie adaptation (which made me really sad but I still love that movie despite all the differences).

4. Ojitos Lindos by Bad Bunny & Bomba Estéreo

Listing this one in honor of the Bad Bunny concert I attended last week which was F**KING AMAZING 😭😭🥹 That man really knows how to put on a show 🤩🤩 This song is from his latest album which has a little bit of everything sprinkled in it…. It’s got songs to make you dance, songs to make you cry, he’s got us feeling the full spectrum of emotion with his album. This one in particular is a beautiful love song that makes me feel all warm & fuzzy inside whenever I hear it 🥰

5. Drippin by Rafael Casal, Daveed Diggs & SOB X RBE

I really like listening to this song on my way to my stupid customer service job because of the lyrics. Most notably, “I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me” & my personal favorite, “I ain't a killer, but fuck it, pop, pop, (pop, pop)” & listening to it on the way home from work makes it feel cathartic….. If you haven’t already, I HIGHLY recommend you watch the movie Blindspotting. It is a very powerful film that makes me cry every time I watch it. & if you like the film, chances are you’ll like the spin off tv series as well. & For those who are fans of rap, I’d definitely recommend the Miles AND Collin EPs 👌🏽👌🏽

A couple of notes:

Let me first apologize for the mini novel this post has deteriorated into…do feel free to completely ignore it.

To the lovely people I am about to tag, please do not feel any obligation to follow through with this… I promise I won’t be offended or insulted if you get this notification, take a cursory glance, shrug & continue on with your day 😊❤️

I do hereby tag: @drewgarfield @isthatacalzone @cobrabi @ms-anthology

[moonhoures]

reading feel better for the nth time i love it so much i had a sudden thought that i need to let out;;; imagine you and kyun once talked about how you both would be into somnophilia (oral) and u both mentioned wanting to be woken up by oral one day, but since it was just a light topic that was brought up a long time ago both of you kind of forgot as time passed, and one day after kyun comes back from tour or any long work related schedule that leads him to not be able to see you for a few months, he comes home to you sleeping peacefully, careful to not wake you up he tiptoes to shower so he can cuddle and spoon you to bed, and coming out of the shower, he takes a pause to admire your sleeping figure, smiling to himself and taking in all the little details of the the face he missed so much, brushing ur hair and kissing ur forehead <3 that is until he notices your expression furrow, looking like you’re having a nightmare, groaning and moaning, he’s confused and worried, but then he notices you starting to whimper and thrust ur hips upwards, moaning his name. he’s so shocked and so turned on he can’t think of what to do, until he remembers the conversation that happened last time (it was mentioned lightly in passing but ofc kyun being the attentive sweet bf ofc he remembers exactly what you told him), and he takes the chance to reenact one of ur fantasies. he’s soft and gentle paying attention to your expression and how your body reacts, being extra careful because you are still deep in slumber, not wanting to do anything too rough. he eventually ends up waking you up, and he lets you grip and tangle your fingers around his hair as much as u want (his hair is so nice and fluffy most of the time just imagine ruffling his hair aaaaa), his hair slightly wet and disheveled from the shower and also from his hard work beneath you, he smiles sheepishly and sweetly, eyes full of love: “missed me baby?”, before you can react hes back up to pull you in a deep warm hug, peppering little kisses all over, your cheek your forehead ur nose (he boops it after giving it a peck) and everything just leads to very soft lovey dovey love making thats very passionate and emotional bc of how much you miss each other, and in the end he mentions how he remembers the past conversation and ends up making your heart swell with love bc how did he even remember? and after you’re all done and cleaned up he leads you to the kitchen counter which sits a bouquet of your favourite flowers or flowers which had whatever meaning that he wanted to convey to you on that day and maybe even a little gift, you’re so in love w this man you start tearing up and he gets emotional seeing u cry so he starts wiping your tears away for u but he too starts tearing up so you’re both just hugging each other in happy tears of how much you love and missed each other 🥺 and on that day u make a mental note to fulfil his side of that fantasy the next morning <3

can you tell i really love the romantic, soft, passionate kyun 🥲 he has my whole heart ❤️

- 💐

tw // somnophilia!!

omg that sounds so maakskzlzlskznsk ugh changkyun as a soft, romantic, considerate, fluffy, giving, passionate bf just makes sense and i will die on this hill!!! that entire scenario is a literal dream i’m- want him so bad actually rn 🤕 he has my entire heart and soul as well 🤲🏻💓

[hwanwooyoung]

oh yeah of course i've watched x-ray... a classic B)

and damn... seventeen got some solid songs oh no... i really like 'rock with you', 'home;run' & 'fear' 😳

'clap' ofc is cursed by jooheon now jkashdkjsahkd but it was my first time listening to the full song it's epic

surprisingly 'don't wanna cry' sounds familiar but i have no clue where i heard it before :o

also i just let yt music continue playing some other songs and i liked 'anyone' as well 😌

oh no not the mx right after debuting.................. fresh out of the oven... amazing 🤧🤧🤧 and yeah let's manifest some good collabs

(i cant tell if it's a joke or an actual request but let me know for which groups u want the recs.. or is it like all three i mentioned?)

for variety shows... u r right x-ray is god tier. i can't name my fav season because all of the eps got squished together in my brains idk which seasons they belong to 😭 (what are ur fav episodes tho 👁👁)

the other variery shows hm... well probably anything by twotuckgom? they made some precious shows with mx 🥰 - your monbebe valentine

Im so sorry for the late reply 😭😭 school has been horribleee 🥺 how are you doing, love? I hope you're doing well ❤️❤️

YESHHH x-ray my beloved <3 do you have a fav ep? I loved the second acting series they did...ya know the one with the red haired kihyun and the minji and mr wonho listening to music without plugging into anything because he's listening to the music from his soul ☺️

CLAP is more jooheon's song than svt's at this point aldhakdh BAKSU 👏🏼 I can't hear that song without thinking of the honeybun :3

dont wanna cry has that kind of nostalgic vibe so maybe that's why? but interesting tho hehe!! you have great taste <3 still begging for a monteen collab tho :(

it's an actual request!! I would love to get more song recs :) my dumb brain can't remember which groups tho...maybe we can start with dreamcatcher? (you did mention DC right like I'm not having amnesia? I might have amnesia)

oop okie since I mentioned the acting one above, I guess my other favs are the one where they did that weird milk carton game where they wore stockings over their heads? jooheon's face gets me every time I literally cannot watch that without laughing 🥲😅😅

oooh the twotuckgom ones!! I completely forgot about those >< those were legendary as well 😍

I'm really sorry I took so long to reply... how was your week? any plans for valentine's?

[ohoshi]

hi!! i've been a fan of svt for many years but i've never actually watched a full season of going svt.... i'm in the mood to binge a season but there's 5 with so many episodes so what season would you recommend the most?? and which episodes were your favs??

hi anon !! sorry i didn't see this ask earlier 😅

ok first of all going seventeen started as a behind the scenes/vlog type of content and that's what it was up until 2019 which is when they started including more variety content as part of it. so going seventeen 2017 and spin off (2018) are mostly just what inside seventeen is today sjgsakahaja

i don't think you need to watch everything from 2017-2019 but i do recommend 2019 variety show episods (karaoke, mbti, especially ttt!!! the last few eps of gose 2019 sre just fun variety; note: first ttt is in going seventeen spin off if you want to watch all ttt eps since it is svt's thing i guess and all ttt eps are so much fun ajsgskshsj)

going seventeen 2020 - this one is just fun variety and this is what i think you should start with!!!!! it was so good and iconic so many people were hooked up on it to the point there is a whole fandom name for people who love and watch going seventeen (but are not exactly carats) - cubics !! i recommebd every episode, you won't regret!!! every episode was fun and good but here are some of my favorites (don't lie both!! parts!!, bsk's past life destiny, insomnia zero, bungee jump, four wheeled riders, mousebusters, christmas in august and of course ttt!! notice how i just gave you half of the season? that's because all episodes are really good, but these made me laugh to the point of crying 🥲 also maybe i forgot some lol but the point is !! just. gose 2020 as a whole.)

going seventeen 2021 - basically a continuation of gose 2020, honestly i don't think it is as iconic nor that it lives up to gose 2020 lol sorry fandom 🥲 sure episodes are very fun but still gose 20 remains iconic sjsgakagsja ok some eps i loved so far are let's go svt, don't lie, rice planting ep, tribal games and of course ttt