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ah-ga-seven · 4 years ago

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Till’ The End of Summer - Chapter 1

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Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated?

Word count: 3.2K

Genre: Angst, Fluff,

Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol, overall pretty tame.

A/N: English isn’t my first language, pls don’t come for me ;) Also the first chapter sucks and is more of an introduction so pls give ch 2 a chance lmaoo, it’s juicy, i promise.

You were exhausted.

Your second year of college had passed like a whirlwind and you didn’t even have the time to realise.

Deadline after deadline after deadline had passed and you finally handed in your last paper of the year.

You sigh in relief. The pent up tension leaves ur body and the stress seems to fade more and more as the seconds pass. You stare blankly at your laptop screen. Still not quite realising how you managed to write ten thousand words of scientific research just 3 days before the deadline.

You feel two firm hands on your shoulders, massaging you as a way to show comfort “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry.”

The voice and sudden skinship startled you a little but as soon as you realise who it is, you relax in his touch.

You remove your Airpods and look up at your best friend, Soobin, who sat down next to you at your favourite secluded table in the school’s cafeteria. It’s where your friends could always find you if you had work to do.

“I just might” you sigh throwing your head back. And suddenly a huge grin crept up your face. Which worked contagiously as Soobin instantly started to smile back at you.

“I did it. I finished all of the work.” You say putting your hand on your forehead dramatically.

Soobin chuckled nudging your shoulder. “I told you, you’d be fine. You always manage to pull through even though you procrastinate so much.” He says as he high-fives you.

You pout at his statement. Yes. It’s a serious problem. “I just-”

You stop your sentence midway as that god walks into the cafeteria. His confident stride to the soda machine dressed in simple athletic wear made your jaw drop slightly. He was sweaty, probably from basketball practice. His chestnut hair damp, cascading his forehead and prickling his eyes. He blinked a few times before blowing the hair out of his face with his pouty lips.

You swallow harshly at the sight and Soobin follows your gaze. You hear him chuckle, right before he flicks your forehead.

“Maybe if you stopped drooling over my roommate, you would’ve been able to focus.”

You send him a glare, kicking his knee under the table, making him yelp out in pain, which caught someone’s attention.

Yeonjun takes out his soda from the machine as his head snaps in your direction. He smiles and approaches your table. Your heart decided to do martial arts in your chest with every step he took towards your table.

You look away from his gaze quickly pretending to be busy with your laptop.

“Hey, what’s up?” Yeonjun said ‘bro-fiving’ Soobin.

“Nothing much, just the usual abuse from miss thing here,” Soobin says sending you a look as he rubs his knee.

“Abuse? I didn’t know you were into that.” Yeonjun says giving you a coy smile, and you nearly choked at his words, looking at him wide-eyed.

You try your best to keep your cool, but Yeonjun was leaning against your chair, inching dangerously close, looking over your shoulder.

“Watchu working on?” he asks cutting the tension.

Oh Yeonjun, always so friendly and interested. If only he knew the effect he had on you. Or the effect he had on at least half of the female and male population of your elite college.

“N-nothing. I mean I just finished it. It’s the paper for Mr. Davis’s class. The last one, so summer can finally start.” You ramble, not sure why you’re telling him all of these details. It’s not like he cares.

You take a mental note to shut up, stealing a quick glance from Soobin who was awkwardly shifting in his seat.

Yeonjun let out a chuckle, patting your back. “Good job, I knew you could do it. This paper will give you an advantage next year right?”

You look up in confusion. “How’d you know?”

“Soobinnie here told me that this paper was the reason you bailed on the party two days ago. Such a shame, would’ve been nice to have you there you know…” Yeonjun says a little lost in thought absentmindedly moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Was he? Flirting?

“I have all the time in the world now, so if you want to see me so badly, just give me a call.” You say confidently crossing your arms. You were testing him, and he seemed amused by your sudden confidence.

Soobin rolled his eyes at the two of you. Yeonjun is a notorious fuckboy. A star player of the basketball team, rich, handsome, charming but also his best friend and teammate. You were also his best friend that he had known since childhood, which means that the two of you were a recipe for disaster in his books.

The two of you planned to go to the same college since your parents pushed you to do so, but also because you two are joined at the hip since birth. Oh and did you mention that Soobin was the one with the full basketball scholarship, while you had to rely on your actual brain to get one?

Ever since you started college and were introduced to Choi Yeonjun, you had a meaningless crush on him. But since time passed and you got close to Soobin’s friends and vice versa, your feelings towards him seemed to escalate and you could tell that Yeonjun was into you too. You just didn’t know in what way.

Soobin always tried his best to keep you two apart because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Soobin knew Yeonjun was just going to be in it for the sex and is not ready for a relationship in any way or form.

But Soobin also knows that if you have set your mind to something, there’s absolutely no way that he can talk you out of it. You have always had a fascination for bad boys, wanting to fix them and then crying to Soobin about it when it didn’t work out. It might be the quality he hates about you the most.

But this time it was different. This time it was between two people that Soobin genuinely cared for. So he was against the two of you having any type of relationship other than friendship.

Soobin cleared his throat, diverting the attention back to him. “That sounds nice and all, but I think y/n will be going back home for summer. Right?”

You’re confused by Soobin’s sudden cock blocking and raise your eyebrow at him.

“No, actually. I’m not. Not this year. My parents are traveling through Europe so there’s nothing for me to go home to.” You say. Soobin knows about this. So why would he mention you going back home?

“Well. That’s great. Then we can finally hang out with the whole squad without any of us bailing because of school work.” Yeonjun says smiling.

“Anyways, I’ve got to go. I guess I’ll…see you around?” Yeonjun asks staring at you intently. You just nod in response giving him a smile, which he returned to you immediately. It was more of a smirk than a smile though and you could swear his eyes wandered to your chest, but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.

“See you back home bro” Yeonjun said patting the younger one on his shoulder before walking off.

As Yeonjun was out of sight, your head snaps back to Soobin, who was glaring at you.

“What was that about,” you say crossing your arms, fire spitting from your pupils.

“That’s so NOT happening” Soobin states taking a sip out of his water bottle while keeping eye contact.

“Excuse you?” you say lost for words.

Soobin just shrugs, he’s visibly annoyed and you know not to push his buttons right now but you decide to do so anyway.

“Listen, I know you’re practically my brother and all. But you’re not. So I don’t see why you need to act like you are, I like him Soobin. Let me explore my feelings for him a little.” You say in a hushed tone trying not to sound too bitchy, but Soobin just scoffs in response, rolling his eyes at you.

“It’s your feelings that I’m worried about y/n, cause he certainly doesn’t care. He just wants to fuck. If he actually liked you, he wouldn’t look at you like you’re a meal. He’d look at you with affection.”

You’re taken aback by his statement and you’re not so sure if you should bite back at him. Instead, you let him explain some more as you wave your hand at him as a sign for him to continue.

“I care about both of you. I just don’t want this y/n, because when worse comes to worst I will have to choose, and then I will choose you and everything will go to shit. I am his captain, we have the same group of friends, we share multiple classes, hell, we share a whole apartment” Soobin sighs massaging his temples.

“Ok…Ok…Jesus” you give in.

“I promise; I won’t engage” you pout.

“Good,” Soobin says. “Please for once just…listen to me. Trust me, he’s not the type of guy to want a relationship right now.”

“Ok.” You sigh. “But this means you and your girlfriend will be stuck with me all summer then.”

Soobin looks up, confused at how easy it was to talk you out of it. He smiles at you sweetly and his eyes disappear into crescent moons as he does so. “I can’t wait to get mani-pedi’s.” He laughs sarcastically clapping his massive hands together cutely while visibly relaxing in his seat.

Suddenly your heart gets all soft at the sight of the giant baby in front of you. In a way he is right. He’s telling you all the things that you already knew. And the last thing you wanted was to hurt Soobin for some dumb crush you had on a college boy.

“Soobin is just the captain cause he’s the tallest” Yeonjun argues.

You giggle at his childish statement. You were at the park off-campus with some of your friends. Soobin had his arm draped around his girlfriend Mia’s shoulder while she leaned into him. They were disgustingly adorable. And every time they displayed a little too much PDA all of your friends would throw snacks at them.

Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai had also joined you on the picnic. You were sitting with your legs draped over Beomgyu’s so there would be enough space for everyone on the blanket you brought.

All of you munched on different types of snacks. And you tried your hardest to keep your distance from Yeonjun without making it obvious.

“Soobin hyung is the captain because he’s not as full of himself as you are” Taehyun said, making everyone but Yeonjun laugh.

He gave Taehyun the glare of death and pouted afterward to show playfulness. “I get no respect in this household” Yeonjun sighs as he throws an M&M at Tae’s head, which he dodged just in time.

Your heart did a jump at the sight of his pout and as if he could sense it, Yeonjun made eye contact with you.

He smirked, looking away when you did.

Mia looked at you, narrowing her eyes as she saw the way you two were stealing glances from each other like high school kids.

Mia was one of your closest friends whom you had introduced to Soobin in the first year. They started dating not long after they met. And from time to time you still remind them of the fact that if it weren’t for you, they’d be sad and lonely.

Mia knew you like the back of her hand, just like Soobin did. So keeping a secret from either of them was basically impossible. The two of them tend to gang up on you a lot. Even though you know It’s out of love and concern, it’s still really fucking annoying sometimes. Especially when it comes to your love life.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say getting up. Beomgyu reluctantly removed his arm from your leg and uses it as a supporting rod for you to get up.

You smile and thank him, which made Yeonjun narrow his eyes at the two of you, which Mia also noticed.

Soobin however was lost in deep conversation with Hueningkai about some Math problems he had.

Huening was a freshman, just like Tae, but since they were on the basketball team as well, they were all pretty close. And they helped each other out whenever they could.

You admired their friendship and were happy to call them your friends as well.

“I’ll come with you,” Mia says untangling her man's arms from her waist as she tries to get up, earning a sad pout from Soobin in return. “Come back soon,” he said sighing.

“Don’t be disgusting” Yeonjun and you say at the exact same time. Earning chuckles from everyone.

You look at each other surprised and laugh like the two of you were in your own world.

This time, Soobin noticed, and you try your best to avoid his gaze.

“You two are just bitter cause you’re single” Taehyun stated throwing his head back in evil laughter.

“Well so are you, so are all of you except for them so what’s your point exactly” Yeonjun bites back giving Taehyun a beaming smile while stuffing his face with a handful of the chocolates.

“Ehm, shall we?” Mia nudged you and you nodded as the boys’ bickering became background noise while you walked off together.

“Why do chicks always go to the bathroom together” Hueningkai questioned with genuine curiosity.

“So they can talk shit in private,” Beomgyu said wiggling his eyebrows.

As Mia and you walked further and further from your spot, Mia looks over her shoulder to determine if it’s a safe enough distance to start gossiping.

“Dude” she nudges you while speaking in a hushed tone.

“Why were you and Yeonjun literally eye-fucking each other in front of everyone.”

Your eyes grow wide and you turn around facing her. “Eye-fucking” you repeat her, suppressing a chuckle while trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“I think you’re seeing things.” You say shrugging.

“Am I y/n?” she looks at you with a stern expression, and this time you’ve had about enough.

You sigh in frustration as you open the door to the public bathroom entrance.

“Look, Soobin already gave me the ‘Yeonjun is a fuckboy so stay away’ lecture, I really don’t need to hear it again.”

“Soobin lectured you about not engaging with Yeonjun?” Mia says surprised.

You raise your eyebrows. “You didn’t know? I thought he told you everything.”

Mia sighs. “If you like him, who’s Soobin to tell you what to do with those feelings?”

Your jaw drops, in awe of the fact that she’s siding with you on this one. “But if he hurts you, I’ll break his ankles.” She says determined, with her psycho protective smile. Ah, there it is.

“Well. Soobin really gave me an ultimatum. He basically says that if things end badly, he would have to choose between us and that it’d ruin not only his friendship but the team’s teamwork and everything. I don’t want to have that on my conscience just because I’m lusting over Yeonjun.”

Mia nearly busted a lung laughing and you cocked your eyebrow at her in surprise. “What are you laughing about” you try to suppress a smile, amused by her sudden outburst.

“He. Is. So. Dramatic” she says still recovering from her laughing fit.

“He is?” you ask genuinely interested in her point of view.

“Yes, he is. Look I don’t want to be the one to push you into toxicity or anything but we know Yeonjun. He is sweet? And nice. And he has never given me an off vibe. I can tell he has eyes for you, the only problem is that a lot of girls have eyes for him too and that can become a problem. The issue is if YOU can handle that.” Mia fixes your hair while she speaks and you sigh.

She’s right. “But Soobin”

“Oh fuck Soobin, I’ll keep my mouth shut. Just live a little. What’s the worst that could happen.”

“Did you pee out the whole lake? That took forever.” Soobin states yanking Mia back into his lap.

“I missed you,” he says nuzzling his face in her neck.

“Ok, gross.” Beomgyu rolled his eyes.

“There was a line” you lie walking over to Yeonjun’s side, sitting down between him and Hueningkai this time. This action earned a look from Soobin, who was basically cursing at you with his eyes, all while Mia smiled at you knowingly. It also earned a look from Yeonjun, he looked at you surprised but content, and he gave you a sweet smile, his facial expression softened immediately when you nudged him playfully as you sat down next to him.

The whole afternoon was spent laughing and bickering. Listening to the boys’ none sense and Taehyun making snacks disappear and appear with his never-ending magic tricks. All while the six of you were busting your brains trying to solve Hueningkai’s mathematical equations for his engineering class.

Yeonjun inched closer to you from time to time. The both of you were in charge of the music that was blasting from your portable speaker. You compared your Spotify playlists and noticed how much you have in common with him music-wise. It was fun seeing Yeonjun becoming all passionate about his favourite artists, it certainly didn’t help the fact that you were trying to keep a distance from him. Cause his cute little mannerisms and the way he gets so engrossed in his storytelling made you fall for him even more. Face first to be exact.

From time to time you would feel Yeonjun’s gaze linger on you. He’d ‘accidentally’ brush his arm against yours or he would touch your thigh, asking you to pass him another can of soda.

It was a lot, but you couldn’t say you hated it.

“It’s getting late” Taehyun says getting up. “We need to prepare for the party tonight”

his statement earned hums, moans, and groans from everyone.

“Whose party?” you asked.

“Johnny. That senior from the photography major” Yeonjun answered, looking at you with a hopeful expression. “You’re coming right?”

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Dude this is a disaster,” you say rummaging through your clothes while you were on Facetime with Mia. “I don’t have anything to wear”

Mia rolled her eyes at you. “You trying to impress someone?” she said stuffing her face with seaweed chips.

You stare at her through the screen “Listen, you little shit. Just because you’re in a happy marriage doesn’t mean you get to be all sarcastic and judgy”

She snorted “Marriage!? Oh please. You’re just trying to impress Yeonjun and that’s fine. Just wear something that covers the least amount of skin, he’ll like it.”

“You’re a menace to society” you state, Mia shrugs at your choice of words and laughs. “But you’re right.” You give in grabbing a strappy lilac mini dress. “Then I guess this is contestant number one”

“Ooh, yes! Love that, wear that.” Mia enthusiastically exclaims giving you a thumbs up.

“Okay, that was a lot easier than I thought this was going to be, I’m gonna finish getting ready. You and Soobin are picking me up, right?”

“Yes, we are. Be ready at 11.”

“Alright, see you, bye”

“Bye.”

You throw your phone on your bed and hold the dress in front of your figure, looking at yourself in the mirror. You sigh, getting a rush of anxiety and butterflies in your stomach as you think of seeing Yeonjun again tonight.

Let’s see where this goes.

Chapter 2

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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ASKS

Hello again, asks are compiled under the cut. Please block the tag #shorkbrian answers a lot of asks# If you’d prefer not to see these types of posts from me. If I haven’t answered your ask, it’s because I’m saving it for a thirst, drabble, or fic.

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Compliments suck, if I'm being down and out honest. This does not bother me at all, I’m just unsure how to respond. I think I would prefer no comments, but I’m trying really really hard to just say “thank you!” and move on before I get uncomfortable. Having to fight with someone about how I perceive my self worth is exhausting, and especially so for the poor person that was just trying to say something nice and be nice to me.

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me, thinking about kiri at any given moment like:

I have the next Hybrid! Kiri fic like lined up, but I’m so demotivated be I was SO CLOSE to finishing, and then wiped my computer like an IDITO

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So I took Russian for a year, my dear friend, because I wanted to see if the language myth of “Russian is the hardest, Korean is the easiest” was true. I would say yes. So instead of like translating this and typing out a coherent response, I’ve resorted to google translate I’m so sorry but Виктор мог плюнуть мне в глаз, и я бы поблагодарил его. Also, the way Vitya is written in cryllic makes my heart swell it looks so cozy idek what I mean by that but it does? I treasure you man, hope to see you around in the new year and maybe??? we be good friends

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I just imagine anyone who comes across my stuff, sitting at their computer shocked and slightly horrified, maybe turned on like

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pls every time we talk about Kirishima I have to act surprised like

LISTEN BBYGORL I have had therapist Suga in the works since *checks notes* November. I am excited for it yeahhhhhh but sadly, I don’t think I will be continuing piano teacher Suga. The story is petered out in my mind, idk where it would go. Therapist sugarbird tho? We have some thots about this. Coming soon to theaters near you

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Not Nineteen Forever (20) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex) - Ortega

a/n: hey hey! thank u so much if u gave a lil note or sent a bit of love my way for ch19. it was really my fav to write so far so i’m so glad it resonated with at least somebody!! there is only one more chapter to this whole fic after this and i’m emosh. after the rollercoaster ride we’ve all been on, i hope u enjoy this fun lil chapter as much as i loved writing it!

please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!

summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

last chapter: Brooke, Nina, Silky and Vanjie were locked in the library, and Brooke and Vanessa finally talked things out like adults.

this chapter: exams are over, dissertations are submitted, degree classifications are being allocated and the girls are nervously waiting for adult life to hit them like a freight train. what better way to avoid thinking about responsibilities than to go to the beach?

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The day had started, as most of Scarlet’s days often do, with a message to the group chat.

Well, no, that was a bit of a lie. Scarlet’s day had started with her making breakfast, talking to her Mums over facetime as she ate it, and reassuring them that no, she hadn’t found out her degree classification yet and when she did they’d be the first to know. It was hard beginning each day with her heart in her mouth, frantically checking her phone to see if the website had been updated and then trying to relax when she found out it hadn’t been. Scarlet tried not to think too much about it, post-Uni life that is, but with each passing day it became an unignorable fact that she had to face. Graduation season was a mere month away and Scarlet didn’t want to face it but she had to, because the reality was that Scarlet didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. Not a single clue. Gone were the days of six-year-old Scarlet, who spent the mornings being an actress with a short break at lunchtime to develop her career in the veterinary sector and finishing the day off creating new play-dough recipes for her Michelin-star restaurant. High school had been so good at pushing everyone into a university-shaped mold but now that Scarlet had completed her three years there she felt a little like the aquarium fish in Finding Nemo once they had escaped their glass box: stuck in a plastic bag bubble, thrown out into the vast, unexplored ocean, and simply asking herself now what? Really, what could she do with a Philosophy degree? Everyone asked her the same question when she’d been making her UCAS choices and now here she was asking herself the same thing. She wished she could remember what 18-year-old Scarlet had replied. Her Mums had been surprisingly supportive of the whole endeavour, but then again they had probably been happy to have their pouty, whining teenage daughter out of the house. Funny how times change, Scarlet thought to herself as she squeezed a generous dollop of washing-up liquid onto the sponge and dunked her empty plate into the hot water she’d filled the sink with. Her Mums had just been on the phone encouraging Scarlet to move back home while she decided on what to do next. It was tempting, but the prospect of being back in the country all isolated and away from her friends and Yvie and the exciting busy-ness of the city didn’t exactly fill Scarlet with glee.

Hearing her phone buzz against the counter, Scarlet almost smashed her newly-dried plate in her haste to read the notification just in case it was an email about her classification. It wasn’t. It was, however, a message from the girls. Nina, to be precise.

Kim Kardashian-West: GUYS it’s meant to be the SUNNIEST day today and Monet’s flat are all going to the beach!!! we should all go too!

Scarlet frowned, looking at the decidedly grey sky. It didn’t exactly inspire much hope.

Yvie’s bitch: Are you sure you’re reading the forecast for today? It looks a bit grey outside xxxx

Kim Kardashian-West: Scarlet I’m a primary teacher. A basic knowledge of the days of the week are kind of an entry level requirement

cursed SatNav voice: Am I FUCK going to sit freezing my ass off on the sand watching the rain piss down all around me!!

cursed SatNav voice: If i wanted to get soaked I would just call Brooke xoxo

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: No.

cursed SatNav voice: Ain’t that right @Brooke Lynn Hytes

Maple Syrup: you know it bby xoxo

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: Hell. I’m in hell.

Scarlet snorted a laugh. Akeria could well have been joking or deadly serious. Looking up and out of the tiny little window that was positioned beside the sink, Scarlet swore she could see a small ray of sunshine fighting through the clouds. She tilted her head, considering Nina’s offer.

Okay Then: yes i am absolutely down to get blackout day drunk today

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: Bitch it’s 11am who hurt you

Okay Then: listen this is perhaps the only time of our lives where we have literally no responsibilities at all. i’m getting drunk

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: I sent off nine masters’ applications yesterday.

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: No responsibilities my ass

Okay Then: well as huge as it is, i’m sure even it could use a little sun xo

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: WHY ARE YOU HOES ALL SO SENSIBLE AND GLOOMY? I’M WITH PLASTIQUE LET’S GO GET DRUNK

Maple Syrup: Ooooh now you mention it a fruity cider would go down so well right now

Yvie’s bitch: Yeah go on then, I’m down!! Xxxxxxx

Scarlet’s bitch: Scarlet it’s literally 13 degrees outside you’re insane

Scarlet’s bitch: but admittedly you are also my girlfriend who i love very much

large incongruous silkworm spiced praline: EW

Scarlet’s bitch: so if you’re down i’m down

Akeria Sainsbury’s Bag for Life: UGH fine i’ll go if all you idiots are too

Kim Kardashian-West: AAAH you guys this makes me so HAPPY!!!

Kim Kardashian-West: We only need Vanjie for a full house

Maple Syrup: Vanjie if you come I’ll let you suck my dick

cursed SatNav voice: How big is it

Maple Syrup: 2.75 inches when fully erect

Maple Syrup: Invisible to the human eye when flaccid

cursed SatNav voice: Hard pass

Scarlet’s bitch: Jesus Harvey Christ

cursed SatNav voice: But you bitches convinced me so i’m in

It turned out that most of the girls were still in their pyjamas, much like Scarlet, so they were given an hour to shower and make their way there. They were lucky that the city sat on the coast, and although much of the coastline was dedicated to harbours and pebble beaches there was one little beautiful strip of sand that lay about a half-hour bus ride out to the suburbs. Yvie and Brooke were getting a lift from Plastique and so they offered the last seat to Scarlet, but Scarlet didn’t want to take the girls out of their way. Besides, the sun was peeking out a little stronger now, and if it was to fully appear then it would be perfect weather for earphones, a summer playlist, and looking out of a bus window pretending she was in a music video.

Stepping outside of her flat, Scarlet was glad she’d ended up choosing dungaree shorts and a plain white t-shirt. It was definitely warmer than it looked, and she had to sweep her hair up into a ponytail to stop her neck getting too hot. She stopped off at the corner shop for a four-pack of cider (Brooke’s message had made her want some) and then walked over to the bus stop, where she managed to get one after not too long of a wait and sat on the top deck, letting the growing rays of sun fry her through the window. Once she was off the bus, she checked her phone for the meetup point. Nina, Monet and her flatmates were sat on the sand ��around 10 metres in front of the chippy. But Monet has no concept of measurement so it’s anyone’s guess, really.”. Scarlet didn’t mind a small walk to find them. The promenade was packed with people all dressed in Summer clothes, the pavement giving off that smell of hot gravel which always reminded Scarlet of hot days and happy memories. The platinum-white sun cast its rays over the deep blue of the sea so that little diamonds sparkled against the waves, all tumbling over each other lazily and every so often giving a satisfying crash which mingled with the sounds of dogs barking and children giving happy cries. Scarlet found the chip shop but couldn’t see the girls amongst the mass of bodies laid out on the golden sand, so she shot Nina a text. As she waited for a reply, Scarlet took a deep breath and was hit with the unmistakable smell of the sea and chippy batter combining at once. She was a Winter person- she preferred frosty mornings and dark twinkly nights and getting cosy with a searing hot coffee and her duvet, but she loved how happy Summer seemed to make everyone, the sense of community that came with a hot, sunny day. Once Nina had given the other landmark of “there’s a guy with an inflatable sofa to our immediate right”, Scarlet managed to find the girls with no trouble and she was soon dashing towards them excitedly and letting out an embarrassingly childish squeal as she reached Nina and crashed into her in a hug.

“Scarlet!” she greeted her cheerfully, much of her face obscured by a huge floppy woven sunhat. Breaking out of the hug, she turned to address Monet’s flatmates. “Guys, you remember Scarlet, right?”

There was a chorus of welcoming noises as the other girls greeted her, some more distractedly than others. Cracker was busy rubbing her arm with a thick streak of white sunblock which seemed to have the same consistency as double cream, Bob was laid out against a bright pink beach towel with a set of huge sunglasses over her eyes, and Monique was trying her best to remove the cork from a bottle of cava. Monet was by Nina’s side, her head resting against her girlfriend’s shoulder as she stretched her legs out and buried her feet in the sand.

“Hey, congrats for finishing uni, Miss Scarlet,” Monet smiled at her, Scarlet smiling back despite the fact she was being reminded of adult life hurtling towards her like a bullet train.

“Thanks! Congrats to you both too. How does it feel to have an actual certified genius for a girlfriend?”

“Like I’m horrifically inferior and will never amount to anything.”

“Shut up!” Nina battered her on the arm, outraged as Monet and Scarlet shared a laugh. Nina had received a mark of 95 on her dissertation, a number that the girls had considered impossible to attain at university, but Nina had managed it. It was quite revolutionary as far as undergrad research went; a study into how well-prepared teachers felt to support transgender children in schools, with recommendations as to how to do just that within its conclusion and a call for councils to give further money and resources to the cause. “Your diss was amazing as well.”

“Yeah, what do you mean that more research into ability groupings in maths isn’t groundbreaking?” Monet rolled her eyes, laughing again as Nina protested.

“Who knew so much effort went into a primary teaching degree? I always thought your dissertation would be to…I don’t know, write a children’s book, or make a picture out of pasta spirals and glitter, or create a nursery rhyme or something,” Cracker piped up, Bob giving a snort beside her. Monet looked ready to defend her degree angrily when Nina sat up straight and fixed Cracker with an intrigued look.

“Oh, a nursery rhyme? Like…there was a young girl named Cracker, who was an incredible slacker. Her degree was dumb, so she tried to make fun, of her friends who decided to smack her.”

Scarlet let out a screech, as did Monique and Bob. Cracker could only burst out laughing and throw her hands up in defeat as Monet grabbed Nina’s face and pressed an emphatic kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek.

“Oh my fucking God, babe, I love you so much,” she laughed, wiping away a tear of mirth from her eye.

“Love you too!” Nina smiled happily, just as Monique finally got the cork out of the bottle with a satisfying, hollow pop.

“Aw, you hoes got champagne on arrival? How fancy.”

The girls turned around at the familiar voice to find Silky, Akeria and Vanjie all making their way towards them from the promenade. Excited again, Scarlet ran to hug them, namely Vanjie who she hadn’t seen since their final exam. They hadn’t spent too much time together but it had been enough time for Vanessa to elaborate on the story she’d told the girls in the group chat of how she, Silky, Brooke and Nina had all somehow been locked in the library overnight. Scarlet knew that had had something to do with the fact that she and Brooke were friends again. She didn’t know whether they’d fucked their frustrations out or actually talked like adults, but whatever they’d done Scarlet was glad about it. Whether or not they were reconnecting with a view to getting back together or not, Vanessa and Brooke were back to flirting on the group chat like high schoolers, and all was back to normal.

“Right, who’s wanting some of this? I’m not sure I got enough for everyone, though,” Monique asked loudly. Scarlet didn’t miss the way Vanessa stayed silent as the other girls clamoured for some fizz. She knew Vanjie had broken things off with Monique, whatever “things” were, and Scarlet somehow didn’t think she was enjoying being on the other side of a breakup much either.

“Did you even bring cups?” Bob asked, sitting up and quirking an eyebrow at her flatmate. Monique groaned.

“Ah, fuck, cups.”

“You absolute idiot sandwich,” Cracker rolled her eyes at her. Her eyes darted quickly to Vanessa before she stood up and grabbed her purse from her backpack. “C’mon. I’ll come to the shops with you and we can get some.”

The two girls walked away as Silky, Akeria and Vanessa all laid out what looked to be a duvet cover that they’d brought with them in lieu of a towel or blanket. Scarlet didn’t even think to question it. She knew it had been Silky’s idea without needing to ask.

“I feel like a dick,” Vanessa jerked a thumb towards Monique’s retreating frame.

“Don’t,” Monet and Bob said in unison, Nina letting out a small laugh.

“Y’all are The Shining levels of creepy,” Akeria frowned, digging out three huge bottles of beer from a shopping bag and giving one to each of her flatmates.

“Well, we’re right! You were friends with benefits, everyone knew that. It’s not Monique’s fault she caught feels but it sure as hell ain’t yours either,” Bob shrugged, ever the blunt but honest friend.

“So what is going on with you and Brooke now?” Monet asked, leaning forward and propping herself up on her elbows. Vanessa fixed her with an unimpressed look.

“Gee Monet, whatever happened to so how’ve you guys been, or how was exams, or literally any other small talk?”

“Yeah, and whatever happened to it’s none of our business?” Nina side-eyed her girlfriend disapprovingly.

“Well, girl! We’ve been in dissertation hell for a month and a half. Shit kinda got boring,” Monet shrugged semi-apologetically. “Anyway Vanjie, Monique’s away and Brooke’s not here yet and I doubt you want to talk about it when either of those two are here in front of you? And I’ve been trying to grill Neens about it but she keeps using lame excuses like we shouldn’t be getting involved and shouldn’t you be thinking about your classroom, so c’mon, bitch, spill.”

Vanessa smiled slightly, gesturing as if it was obvious. “Well, she knows I love her. And she loves me.”

Monet let out an “aaw!” at the same time Akeria let out an “ugh”. Vanjie ignored them both and continued.

“But she hurt me, so I ain’t lettin’ her get back in my good books that easy. Of course I wanna be with her, more than anything else in the world, but we need to get that trust back before I even entertain the idea.”

“So have you…y’know…had any kinky, passionate reunion sex yet?” Monet winked at her. Vanessa looked at her flatmates, a humoured smile playing on her lips.

“Akeria’s threatened to kick me out the flat if I even so much as think about it.”

The girls howled with laughter as Akeria tried to suppress a smile. “She thinks I’m joking.”

“I really don’t,” Vanjie raised her eyebrows at her, Akeria playfully shoving her onto the fluffy sand beside her and causing her to get it all up her side. “God fucking damnit, now I don’t even get to look nice when she arrives.”

“Oh, here she comes now, actually,” Silky said, nonplussed. Vanessa scowled at her.

“Quit playin’.”

Scarlet followed Silky’s gaze. “No, Vanj, she actually is.”

As Vanessa muttered a shit, Scarlet waved excitedly at Plastique, Brooke and Yvie, smiling when the latter pulled a goofy face and waved back. Plastique seemed to be carrying something huge and wooden underneath her arm.

“Lord Jesus, what the hell is she doing,” Silky shook her head as the girls came closer into view. Scarlet jumped up happily to hug her girlfriend, Brooke muttered a soft hey as she sat down next to Vanjie and hugged her, and Plastique, after she’d greeted the others, unfolded a multicoloured striped deckchair.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” Scarlet let out a laugh, unsure whether to be impressed or exasperated by Plastique’s levels of extra.

“What?! It’s a sunny day, we’re at the beach, this is literally what deckchairs are for! Have fun getting sand in every possible orifice, losers,” she stuck out her tongue at them as she sat back and gave a happy sigh.

“Ariel not joining us today?” Nina asked.

“Nah, she’s gone home to see her parents. Why the hell you’d want to go home now when you could be dragging out your last month of uni life is totally beyond me, but hey.”

Yvie gave a deep laugh. “Plastique, your family have a townhouse in London, a chalet in Chamonix with membership to a private ski resort, and a literal penthouse in Dubai with an outdoor pool on a balcony. Why the fuck are you here?”

The girls all exploded with laughter, even Plastique conceding with a smile and a self-aware shrug that she was a rich bitch.

“Hey, I’m moving back in after graduation and won’t see you guys for ages, let me enjoy your shitty company.”

“You could fly us all out,” Brooke smiled hopefully, cracking the top off her bottle of cider with her keys.

“Yeah, lemme borrow twenty grand off my Mum real quick,” Plastique snorted sardonically.

Bob reached across to Monique’s cava, giving a small sip. “I’m moving home too. Gotta save money.”

“At least you both know what you’re doing,” Scarlet rolled her eyes, trying not to sound too bitter and accidentally just coming out with the verbal equivalent of black coffee. Luckily, Brooke held out her bottle and nodded emphatically.

“We can’t all have Akeria’s serial-killer levels of ambition or just walk into a job like Monet and Nina.”

“Hey! It’s a probationary year that we could literally fail if we screw up, stop thinking we have things easy,” Nina protested.

“How could you possibly fail being a teacher unless you literally boot a child in the face?” Yvie laughed in disbelief. Seeing Monet and Nina gearing themselves up for a verbal sparring match, she gesticulated wildly. “I’m kidding, ladies, I’m kidding! You work very hard and kids are little shits and you don’t get paid enough. Happy?”

“Very,” Monet rolled her eyes, accepting the cava that Bob held out to her and taking a swig before passing it to Nina.

“What’re you guys doing after uni?” Bob asked, then instantly cringed hearing the groans she got in response. “Sorry, sorry, I forgot that question is basically Satan incarnate.”

“Well, I applied to a bunch of newspapers. But the journalism industry is a shitshow anyway, so fuck knows what I’m doing or if they’ll even accept me,” Silky sighed. Her mood was decidedly flat. It was rare for her to be anything other than high-energy, volume turned all the way up to 100.

“Well, your classification might help!” Bob said comfortingly. Scarlet looked at Silky to gauge her reaction. She didn’t know if she’d been given hers yet, but the girl’s embarrassed face soon gave her an answer.

“Well I got a 2:2, so. Probably not,” she shrugged, Bob trying to backtrack apologetically. Scarlet felt bad for Silky. There was nothing wrong with a 2:2 and a degree was still a degree, but she knew how much Silky believed that despite her grades not being great, she’d still pull it out of the bag in the end, maybe manage one essay that pulled her marks up. Even though the girls were all still proud of her, it was another thing for her to let herself down.

“We’re still proud of you, Silky. You worked fucking hard and you got your degree, and that’s something to celebrate,” Nina smiled affirmingly, holding the cava out for Silky to drink. She smiled gratefully at the girls around her before accepting.

“Thanks, ladies,” she said quietly, before taking a swig. The cava seemed to return Silky back to normal, and she cried out after drinking. “An’ besides! 2:1s are boring anyway. Go hard or go home, bitch, and I’m goin’ the fuck home!”

The girls indulged Silky in a laugh. They sat for a while, chatting easily and passing the bottle of cava around, the lack of cups now not so much of a problem as it had seemed previously.

“Hey, anyone want a paddle?” Brooke asked suddenly. Scarlet gave a snort of outrage.

“You’re insane. That water’s got to be minus five.”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun! Vanj?” Brooke asked, her voice hopeful. Vanessa shrugged easily, casting the girl a quick smile and then dragging Akeria and Silky to their feet.

“To be fair, I am getting really warm. Getting my feet cold might be nice,” Nina reasoned out loud. Monet jumped up with her cheerfully. “Yvie, you coming?”

“Nah. Think I’ll stay here with my girl,” Yvie squeezed Scarlet’s hand, Scarlet smiling back at her happily.

“Awww, Yvie! You’re too cute,” Plastique cried sarcastically from her deckchair, the other girls laughing. She was too busy sunbathing to paddle, but Bob decided she’d follow Monet’s lead and join the others in the water. Scarlet laughed as she watched her friends tear down to the sea like children, the white spray flying into the air as they all hit the water at once.

“We’re friends with actual kids,” Yvie laughed, Scarlet nodding in agreement.

“God, we really are,” she smiled affectionately, watching Akeria take a step into the sea then jump back as if it was made of molten lava and not freezing cold water. Just as the girls had left, Scarlet became aware of two sets of footsteps approaching behind them. It was Cracker and Monique, back from the shops with a plastic bag twirling around Monique’s hand.

“Hey,” Scarlet greeted them cheerfully, then added, by way of explanation, “They’ve gone into the sea.”

“Oh, fun!” Cracker beamed. Monique picked up the bottle of cava and rolled her eyes. There was a shot-sized dribble at the bottom.

“You sons of bitches are nothing if not predictable,” she laughed, fishing a brand new bottle out of the plastic bag along with a set of cups. Yvie held her hands out apologetically and Monique shook her head, letting her know all was forgiven. Scarlet looked out to the water again. Bob had Monet on her back and Vanessa was leaping on Brooke’s, Brooke unable to catch her from the amount she was laughing. It looked as if they were about to do some sort of race or fight. Vanessa finally got onto Brooke’s back, her arms looping around her shoulders like a bush baby.

“So. That’s that then,” Monique gave a little sigh as she looked out to sea. Scarlet did a double-take as she looked at her. Her expression was mostly hidden behind her huge mirrored sunglasses, but Scarlet could see the small frown on her face. She knew who her gaze had fallen on. Scarlet felt bad for the girl.

“Hey, don’t take it personally. Vanjie thought you were great, she really did. She told me all the time,” Scarlet said reassuringly, Monique giving her a little smile of gratitude. “You know that way when you’re still hung up on someone you love. That’s all it is.”

Monique rubbed her arms, wrapping them around herself in a hug. “My own damn fault for catchin’ feelings.”

“Happens to the best of us, girl,” Yvie piped up. Cracker smiled at the pair of them gratefully, squeezing Monique’s shoulder supportively.

“We’ve been trying to tell her that.”

Monique laughed suddenly as she saw Silky chasing the girls with a huge, slimy-looking clump of seaweed she’d fished out of the water. The smile remained on her face as her laughter died down and she looked at Scarlet and Yvie inquisitively. “Brooke’s gonna treat her nice, right?”

Scarlet thought about Brooke’s helplessness after her and Akeria’s birthday weekend, her heartbroken confession of love in the toilets of the grubby karaoke bar. She watched how tightly Brooke was holding Vanessa on her back, as if to let go of her would be a crime. Scarlet smiled at Monique. “She will. I know she will.”

Seemingly satisfied, Monique kicked her sandals off and turned to Cracker. “You wanna go paddle?”

“Girl, I thought you’d never ask.”

Scarlet was satisfied staying with Yvie on the sand. They turned to Plastique only to find her napping in her deckchair, her skin beginning to take on an ever-so-slightly pink hue. Deciding to avoid Plastique’s potential wrath if they woke her up, Monique and Cracker dashed down to the ocean to join the other girls. Scarlet sat quietly with Yvie for a moment, taking in the scene of their friends all clowning around in the water.

“You still looking for jobs?” Yvie asked her. Scarlet sighed. She didn’t mind talking about post-uni life with Yvie, didn’t mind being honest about how scared and unsure she was with the person who loved her and she loved back.

“Yeah. It’s hard applying without my classification, though. And, I guess, even harder when you’ve got no idea what the hell you want to do with your life.”

Scarlet gave a self-deprecating laugh which Yvie gently joined in with. Yvie laced her fingers around Scarlet’s and gave her hand a squeeze. “You’ll figure it out, babe. There’s no time pressure on these things.”

“I know. It’s just hard when…hell, you’ve got Monet and Nina about to start their entire careers. I mean they’ll be in charge of a whole class of kids. Akeria knows what she wants to do and she’ll get there. Hell, even if Silky’s classification wasn’t as good as she wanted it, journalism is at least something she wants to go into. And Vanjie’s decided on events management. You know you want to at least do something with criminology,” Scarlet sighed, suddenly feeling so small. “It’s so hard trying to figure out what you want to do with your life when everyone around you seems to know. How the hell are you meant to know yourself?”

“Listen,” Yvie brought her thumb up to stroke Scarlet’s knuckle, calming her instantly by about 80%. “The great thing about your life is that…it’s yours. Nobody else’s. Just yours. Say you decide on a job and you hate it. Do you think you have to stay because the pay’s good and it’s something steady? No! You leave, because you can get another job. You don’t like it? You change. You want to go back to uni to doss about for another year? Do it! There is no rule to life that says you need to live it a certain way. And fuck yes, it’s scary! I’m scared! I don’t know if I’ll like any of the jobs I’m applying for, they could be so different in reality to what they are on paper. But you know I’ll support you whatever you decide.”

Scarlet’s voice was quiet as she watched the waves crash around her friends. “I just don’t want to disappoint my parents.”

“Scarlet, your parents love you unconditionally. And I’ll say it again- it’s your life. Yours. Not theirs. You can do whatever the hell you want to.”

Scarlet nodded, Yvie’s words a small comfort to her in the world that now seemed so big and scary. Yvie’s voice was quieter as she spoke again. “So…you’re going to live back home once all this is over?”

“I guess so. I don’t really want to, but I don’t want to live alone either. And it’ll help me save money, although if I don’t have a job I guess there’s not much money to save,” Scarlet snorted a laugh. She didn’t want to think about any of this, but Yvie was asking her so she gave an honest answer. Scarlet didn’t miss the way her girlfriend fell silent, nodding her head, a sad little frown on her face. She didn’t want to move away from Yvie. She didn’t want to return home. Yvie was her home.

Suddenly there came a splash from the water and Scarlet’s gaze was jolted away from her girlfriend and down to the sea. Silky had somehow fallen into the water and the girls were all howling with mirth as she screeched and tried to splash them all. Scarlet couldn’t help but join in with the laughter as she watched Akeria help fish Silky out of the water, the girl sitting in the wet sand and laughing so loudly that Scarlet could hear it even from farther up the beach. As Scarlet composed herself and her laughter died down, she turned to see Yvie looking at her, a dopey little smile on her face.

“What?” Scarlet laughed, touching her hair self-consciously. Yvie looked down at the sand, then back up to meet her eyes.

“Move in with me. After we graduate.”

Scarlet’s eyes grew suddenly wide in shock. Yvie was still holding her hand and Scarlet’s grip on hers had tightened. “Really?”

Yvie’s face was earnest, and Scarlet could see her gulp as she nodded quickly. She took a little gasp of air before explaining herself. “I mean, we both already basically live together. You’re at mine so often anyway, we know what we’re like to live with. We’ve not spent more than a full week apart since…fuck, I don’t know. I would do long distance for you, Scarlet, but I don’t want to. I want to go to IKEA and build flat pack furniture and make slow cooker casseroles and fucking…pay council tax with you. I hope you don’t…think I’m being too intense. Jesus, we’ve not even been together a year, fuck, sorry, this was a shit idea-”

“Well when you know, you know, right?” Scarlet smiled at her girlfriend, squeezing her hand. Yvie smiled back at her, reassured and happy, and Scarlet could hear the seagulls in the air and the crash of the waves and the laughter of their friends. She wouldn’t have had any other soundtrack to accompany the moment. “Yes. I’m in. Let’s get a flat together. Just the two of us. I don’t know what the fuck I want to do with my life, but I know it’s going to be a lot easier if I’m doing it with you.”

Relieved, Yvie leaned in and met Scarlet’s lips, kissing her once, twice, three times before pulling away and squeezing her hand. They met each other’s eyes and smiled, breathlessly giggling a little. Deciding to move in together didn’t seem to be the huge, relationship-changing milestone that society had hyped it up to be. It made sense to Scarlet: they loved each other, enjoyed the other’s company, they’d practically lived together for the past however-many-months. Okay, they hadn’t really hit any real speed bumps in their relationship really, but Scarlet trusted Yvie and she trusted herself. They were a team, two puzzle pieces that fit together. Whatever the crazy, scary, mixed-up adult world had in store for them after graduation, they would face it together.

Just then, Scarlet’s phone vibrated. She picked it up from its place underneath a carefully-folded corner of her towel. Opening it and reading the email, her heart dropped.

“Oh my God,” she said, her heart thudding uncontrollably.

“What’s the matter?”

“My classification’s through.”

Scarlet’s fingers were shaking and her palms were sweating as she frantically logged onto the uni’s intranet.

“Breathe. Just breathe. It’ll be fine,” Yvie reassured her, but Scarlet could feel her blood racing in her veins. She didn’t want to look. She did want to look. As the page loaded, she squeezed her eyes shut. Nothing had ever seemed so catastrophically life-defining before. The page loaded, Scarlet blinked, then she screamed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Plastique flinch in her deckchair. Yvie’s face was expectant. Scarlet could hardly get the words out.

“A FIRST, I GOT A FUCKING FIRST!” she screeched, Yvie practically tackling her into the sand as she hugged her. Scarlet felt like her heart was about to burst. The three years had all been worth it and she felt like the biggest weight and worry in the world was finally lifted off of her. This was, admittedly, contrasted with the feeling of Plastique piling herself on top of the two girls, screaming excitedly the whole time. Scarlet suddenly batted them off of her, grabbing their hands and tugging them towards the shore.

“I wanna run into the sea! Can we run into the sea and tell the girls?”

Nodding excitedly, the three friends tore towards the coastline screeching like banshees. Scarlet could feel the wind in her hair, the sun beating down on her, and the sand shifting underneath her feet with every step she took.

She had never felt so conscious of her own mortality and yet as if she could live forever all at once.

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imaginethathaikyuu · 5 years ago

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Inside was a bathbomb and three candles - the entire package smelled delightful. But you were struggling to figure out how to use this to excuse your excitement.

“This is what you were so excited about, Y/N?” he laughed. “Here I thought it was going to be a sex toy or something.”

You knew your face blushed completely red - and Keiji would only get a confidence boost from your embarrassed expression.

“Oh, I get it… you weren’t excited about the delivery, were you, Y/N?”

Any response you had was stuck beneath the lump in your throat.

“You were excited to see the guy delivering it, weren’t you?”

This whole time you had yourself convinced that you were the one who had him reeled in, but you were all wrong.

Keiji had you hook, line, and sinker.

“You were excited to see me. You should just admit it,” the smirking man said. He scooted closer to you, until his face was inches away from yours. “Why else would you always wear such skimpy clothing?”

“I…”

You were speechless - you had no idea what to say to him. He was so attractive, charming, captivating - you weren’t sure how to handle it. Your body was just crying out for his touch.

“But… I have to be honest, I really like it.” He was basically whispering now as he grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, tilting your face up towards his. “Do you even know what you do to me?”

Without even thinking, you shook your head. And without even hesitating, Keiji grabbed your hand and pulled it to his lap - to his hard, big cock that was uncomfortably straining in his pants.

“This is what you do every time you answer that door wearing a skirt that’s way too short,” he pressed your hand against him harder. “And every time your gorgeous tits are spilling out from the top of your shirt. You make me hard as a fucking rock.”

At that point, you became way too aware of the heat accumulating in your pants. And feeling just how hard Keiji was only made it worse - you couldn’t stop yourself from palming him, from getting a good feel of what you’d been thirsting for all this time.

Your actions caused him to bite his lip as he attempted to hold himself together - but you saw through it. You knew he wanted you just as bad.

“I bet I wouldn’t have to tug that shirt down much to reveal everything - seriously, Y/N… you could leave something to the imagination.”

“But that’s no fun,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“I agree,” Keiji replied.

And then his lips were on yours - it was a ferocious kiss, one that was hungry and desperate. But it wouldn’t last too long - Keiji pushed you to lie back, and he followed you.

“I don’t want to waste any time,” he told you, sneaking his hand up your skirt. With his lips pressed against your ear, he whispered, “I want to make a mess inside of you.”

Then, he nearly ripped your underwear right off, pulling your shirt down at the same time - your response was a moan that you couldn’t hold back.

He was kissing your chest all over, letting out his own quiet moans. “You look so good in black, kitten,” he said, referring to your bra.

“Kitten?” you giggled.

“Shut up,” he sighed, looking at you. “I can’t just not call you kitten.”

“Okay, okay.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want…” he mumbled between biting and sucking the skin on your neck.

You weren’t even aware that he was leaving a hickey until he started teasing you for it, “oh no, I left a mark - I hope you’re able to cover that up. Wouldn’t want to get caught by that husband, right?”

“Keiji…” You weren’t sure if you were whining or moaning - either way, Keiji liked it. And you were reeling in the possibility of getting caught - the feeling of doing something wrong made this all the more exciting.

“How long have you been waiting for this?” he asked. You could hear him unzipping his pants - just the idea of what he was about to pull out of them made your head spin. “I’ve been waiting for this… for you… since the first time I saw you. And I can’t wait any fucking longer.”

You definitely felt the same way - so you spread your legs for him, and you waited for him to make a mess out of you.

He pressed his lips to your ear again, “So take my cock out of my pants, kitten.”

Without a word you did as he told you. He’d already unbuttoned them for you - all you had to do was tug them and his underwear down just a bit, just enough for you to be able to slide your hand inside.

His dick was heavy in your hand, smooth to the touch. The feeling only made you want him more - the man was truly irresistible, his touch was addicting - you needed him.

So you pulled his pants down even more so his dick could come free, and when you caught a glance you couldn’t stop blushing. Not because of the sight - more because of how badly you needed it.

“I hope you like what you see,” he said with a smirk. “But you better get a good view now - it’s about to be inside you.”

Admittedly, you didn’t want to wait a second longer, but you decided you’d boost his ego a bit more. “I always knew you’d have a big cock, Keiji. It’s so big.”

“And it’s going to fill you up so well, isn’t it, kitten?”

That was the only warning - if you could call it that - before he sank himself into you. And he gave you no time to adjust, though it’s not like you needed it; his thrusts were fast, and paired with loud grunts and groans.

“God, you’re tight,” he spoke. “So much tighter than I thought you’d be. And warm - fuck.”

“You’ve really thought about doing this?” you asked between moans.

“I’ve dreamt about it.”

“Me too - Keiji, right there!”

“You feel so good,” he moaned. “Fuck… I don’t think I can hold it -”

“Then don’t.”

That was tempting, but he refused. “No, kitten - you’re cumming first.”

He continued to rapidly thrust into you, and his movements were persistent and damn near brutal. His grunts quickly turned into moans he just couldn’t hold back; he hid his face in your neck, ensuring you couldn’t see his embarrassing expressions.

You were moaning unabashedly though, and you didn’t care how you looked as he rammed into you again and again, hitting your G-spot like a bullseye each time.

Of course it didn’t take long for him to make you cum - he was fucking you perfectly, as if he knew your body better than his own. That delivery man had some tricks up his sleeve.

He kept his word, he didn’t cum until you did, but not even a second after. Your heat felt like it was made for him - he was barely able to hold back for as long as he did.

After his movements came to a stop, he settled on top of you. Your body relaxed under his; you were exhausted.

You couldn’t help but giggle, though. “Kitten?”

“Shut up,” he said, for a second time. “I told you. I couldn’t stop myself. You’re my kitten.”

He squeezed you tightly, letting out a groan as he did so. “My kitten,” he repeated happily.

“What happened to not using pet names?”

“What happened to only ordering one candle?” he fired back.

“I couldn’t just pick one!” you argued, causing him to laugh.

“I know, it’s fine,” he said. He finally pushed himself off of you, hovering his face over yours. “Did you like that? It was fun, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, smiling from ear to ear. “I did like it, Mr. Delivery Man.” You brushed his messy hair back off of his face. “Let’s go shower and talk about what roleplay we’re going to do next time.”

#read to the end for a Fun Twist #not family friendly #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

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badbhye · 6 years ago

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fuck buddy! jungkook

Warning: this is literally like 1.5k words of pure smut. I have no excuse so read with caution.

“No kissing, Jeon,” you say moving your face away so his lips barely graze your cheek.

“You’re letting me fuck you in a closet but you won’t let me kiss you?” he raises an eyebrow, moving to your neck instead and suckling on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You whine a little, grinding your hips on his thigh to ease the need for friction.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Jeon,” you say, as his hands dig into the flesh of your thigh, skirt raised so high you’re practically naked from the waist down.

“Can you at least call me Jungkook, I really don’t want to hear my dad’s name when I’m fucking you into next week,” he says, before pulling your panties aside and continues to barely graze your entrance.

“God, you’re so annoying,” you spit but move your hips in hopes to feel more of his fingers.

“A-ah, don’t even try it,” he pulls away from you, “I won’t touch you until you call me by my name.”

“Is this your way of teasing me? Because it won’t work, Jungkook,” you deadpan and he laughs hard enough that he has to lean his head back, exposing his neck to you. At this, you take action, because clearly, he wasn’t capable of a quick fuck. You had things to do today.

“Listen, we don’t have a lot of time,” you say, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall down to his knees, “I need to be out of here in the next ten minutes, I don’t need everyone to know what I’m doing here.”

“Relax, would you?” he responds, hand slowly reaching for your waist so you’re leaning against the wall once more, “everyone already knows what you’re doing, why else would you come to the frat house?”

“I’ve been here before, for your information,” you bite, inhaling sharply when you feel him finally insert a finger in you, “Namjoon, unfortunately, lives here too.”

“Uhuh,” Jungkook says, it’s obvious he isn’t really listening to you, he adds another finger and you suddenly don’t even care that he doesn’t buy your stupid excuse, and frankly you don’t even remember why you were making it in the first place. You’re fucking Jeon Jungkook in a closet for god’s sake.

“Let me eat you out,” he rasps, groaning a little when you clench on his fingers.

“W-what,” you say, a little breathless from his ministrations.

He gets down on his knees, spreading your legs further and further apart. “Can I?” he asks, eyes wide, as he looks up patiently awaiting your answer. Your immediate response would have been no, but when you see him on his knees, almost begging, it stirs something within you and you just nod in response. He immediately hooks your leg on his shoulder and dives in. You have to bite your lip to hold back the surprised moan that threatens to break out. “F-fuck, Jungkook, you really just go all out don’t you,” you pant, hands finding purchase in his hair. He just hums in response, tongue teasing your entrance and you hold yourself back from just straight out grinding on his face, you might be hooking up with Jungkook in a closet but you still had some of your dignity left.

“Fuuuck, your pussy is a straight up delicacy,” Jungkook moans, then aims at your clit. Your hips jump and you immediately press yourself harder on his tongue.

“Ugh, why do you - fuck - make everything sound so gross,” you bite back, words punctuated by short grunts.

He ignores you and instead adds his fingers to the mix, and immediately plunges two inside of you. You gasp and the suddenness but it tapers off into a long drawn out moan when he crooks his fingers just right and taps at your g-spot. It’s like your brain is leaking out of your ears and the only words you know are fuck, yes and Jungkook. You’re so lost in the feeling that you belatedly realise that you’re harshly tugging on his hair. You soften your hold on his roots and stop pulling, thinking that he probably didn’t like it.

“Why’d you stop?” he asks immediately, looking up, but fingers still moving at the same pace. You look down at him with wide eyes, he looks so obedient with his chin and cheeks glistening and eyes wide. “Can you pull my hair again?” he asks when you fail to respond.

“Uh, yeah,” you say, strengthening your hold once he’s buried his face back between your legs. The second you pull you feel Jungkook’s entire body shudder and he groans against your folds.

“Fuck,” you can’t help but grind your hips with his movements, “I’m gonna come,” you mewl as he presses his tongue flat against your clit and just lets you grind on his face.

“Fuck- fu- Jungkook I’m cumming,” you whine and he just moans against you, letting you ride out your orgasm. You’re breathing becomes heavy as your limbs loosen around him, and he helps you stand straight. “Need a breather?” he asks, rolling on a condom.

“Just fuck me before I get bored,” you respond immediately.

“As you wish,” he chuckles and slightly lifts you up and your legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist. He teases at your entrance a bit, and every time he would reach your clit you would hiss, still sensitive from your last orgasm. “You sure?” he asks once more, and you just nod, “Just put it in already,” you whine impatiently, moving your hips in hopes of somehow putting his dick in you. He doesn’t tease you any further and enters you slowly, asking if you’re okay again once he’s maybe two inches in. At your confirmation, he enters the rest of the way and groans when he’s suddenly balls deep in you. You have to hold your breath at the feeling, even though you’d been thoroughly prepped, he still feels so full. It doesn’t hurt, it’s more like a pleasant stretch that you hadn’t felt in a while and honestly didn’t realise how much you were missing.

“Y-you can move now, Jungkook,” you nudge him, and but all he does is shudder, a groan muffled from where he sucks on your neck hard enough to leave marks. You have half a mind to stop him but the feeling of him being inside of you and the suction from his mouth just adds to the pleasure and your eyes almost roll back. He starts with a gentle pace, almost as he was testing the waters, his mouth doesn’t leave your neck, teeth gently grazing your jugular. You shiver and start rocking your hips with him. At this, he gets the hint and begins moving at a faster, stronger pace.

“O-oh my god, Jungkook,” you shamelessly whine, “faster, fuck me faster!”

He complies without complaint, and all you can hear are his shallow breaths and soft moans. You want to bite your lip to stop your own noises just so you can focus on him. You never thought you’d find this so sexy but his moans are the one thing that pushes you towards the edge. Your whining gets more incessant and when Jungkook pinches at your nipple you physically feel time stop for a second before an intense wave of pleasure courses through you. The orgasm is so strong you have to stop breathing until it rides out. Jungkook continues to thrust in, and at the flutter of your walls, he comes after you. He stays buried inside you, until your walls stop clenching on his dick, his fingers trailing patterns on your inner thighs, making you shiver.

He pulls out and helps you stand up straight, helping you find your balance when you stumble a little because your legs are still shaking.

“God, that was amazing,” he says, taking off the condom and tossing it aside.

“Don’t you share this closet with your housemates,” you sneer at him in disgust as he pulls up his pants.

“They never throw theirs out, why should I?” he shrugs and you immediately shove him aside, not wanting to spend any more time in his presence.

“God you disgust me,” you say, hastily fixing yourself up and making your way out the door so you can quickly sneak out. The coast is mostly clear, you can hear someone in the kitchen downstairs but you don’t care since it’s not on your way out anyway. You’re almost out the door when you hear, “Same time on Friday, right?”

You flinch and turn back to find an amused Jungkook at the top of the stairs. Immediately after that, Namjoon exits the kitchen and pauses when he sees you, “Oh hey ____, I didn’t know you were coming over today.”

You’re mortified and feel utterly defeated. You want to grab the nearest gross boy sneaker and fling it at Jungkook’s head but instead, you pin him with a glare to match his smirking face. It’s silent for a few seconds, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“I’ll text you,” you say after a pause, turning to Namjoon, your expression changes slightly, “See you later, Joon!” and you immediately depart, shutting the door loudly behind you.

A/N: ummmmmm so yeah this happened. tell me ur thoughts n send me some prompts pls !!!

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #bts

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sncwbaz · 5 years ago

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idk what ur opinion is on it but ur the first acc I thought to message after I finished wayward son but leik.. I don’t think I’ve ever been so disappointed in a sequel like:(()( it was so depressing and toxic ??? and like to me it was so ooc for them to be like that like yes I’d understand some communication issues considering their past but there’s no doubt in my mind they’d get thru it and be as happy as they could together like:(;( I’m sad bro

hello! i’m so sorry you had such a negative experience with wayward son :((

(my answer is super long omg i’m sorry. it’s basically me just going into a whole character study and explaining my view on where the characters are at in wayward son and such and i’m sorry if it’s too much aksdjhksaj. please don’t take this as me going “i don’t have the same view as u and here’s why i think ur wrong” but pls take this as “i’m sorry u had a negative experience, here’s me explaining my view in hope that maybe you’ll be able to view wayward son in a bit more positive light”. pls know i think ur totally allowed to be disappointed and upset!! i just hope to ease your pain a bit, sorry if i failed miserably)

when i started reading the book my heart Broke when i realised where the characters were at. however, as i kept reading the book i adjusted to it and personally i now really love the book for a lot of the things it did/explored.

i don’t think it was out of character for them to be in this place. i mean.. both simon and baz have an extremely complicated past (both together and separate from the other, their pasts are… not great).

simon has so much to work through; actual 18 years of trauma. and since he’s never in his life learned to communicate anything (he’s never even learned how to communicate with himself: he hides from any thought that he considers too complicated to unpack), he’s kind of having a rough go at working through all this. carry on ended on a positive point in simon’s ‘recovery’. but recovery is never just nice even steps upward. recovery also comes with extreme lows. wayward son starts in an extreme low.

simon has lost his idea of self so completely that he doesn’t know how to be a friend or a boyfriend anymore. he doesn’t know how to face himself and he doesn’t want to be confronted by who he has become. this is why being with baz is so hard for him, because being with someone so intimately asks for a lot of vulnerability from someone.. and to be vulnerable with someone you have to completely show yourself. simon isn’t in a place where he can handle showing himself like that. not to baz, not to himself. you also see, in wayward son, that the moments he is intimate with baz, it’s in/after moments where simon did feel more sure about himself/ moments where he truly felt comfortable: so at the faire for example, but also after having been able to fly over the desert all day. these were moments where simon was just comfortably being himself and thus also comfortable with being intimate with baz.

i think that it makes so much sense for simon to have such a complicated relationship with his sense of identity. in carry on this is already touched upon when baz asks if simon knew he was gay. in response to this, simon explains that he doesn’t know if he’s gay, because he never allowed himself to think about it. during simon’s time as the chosen one, he didn’t let himself be anything but the perfect picture of the chosen one. anything that didn’t fit that picture, he didn’t allow himself to think about. he never truly got to know himself. his identity revolved around what the mage needed from him. and now the mage is gone and no one is there to tell simon what simon needs to be, and he’s never learned how to Just Be, which leaves him in this completely lost state.

to me it makes sense that simon cannot communicate this to baz (or penny). he’s never once in his life been taught what proper and healthy communication is. and penny and baz both suck at communication too. (penny cannot hear anything she doesn’t want to hear–which is explored in wayward son. and baz i’ll touch upon later)simon’s never actually properly been raised by anyone. he’s lived in different foster cares, and from what we know of those he’s never felt like he was safe there (he drops some hints about it in carry on. i’m pretty sure he says he always sleeps fully clothed in those cares and that he’s been in fist fights with any kid there who looked at him wrong). in wayward son we find out that trauma has blocked out most of his memories from living in foster care. so we can assume he never truly got to develop as a kid in a healthy way of communication in any way shape or form, there. it makes sense for simon to not feel secure of himself, which explains a lot of his behaviour in wayward son and which made it feel very in character to me.

then there’s dear baz. he actually seems to be doing better in wayward son than he was in carry on. as simon says in wayward son, baz really has come into himself. baz seems to be more sure of himself than he ever was, which makes sense, now he doesn’t have to live up to this image his family created for him as much anymore. but if there’s one thing baz still struggles with it’s being vocal about what’s going on inside his head.

baz has been taught to hide big parts of himself away for pretty much all of his life. starting with being a vampire, then being gay, then being in love with the last person he probably should be in love with, might we also add that he’s always actually been a soft hearted boy, but had to take the role of an antihero? we might. through his family he’s become very adapt at shushing anything remotely troubling up. which is something he still carries with him. he’s also learned not to ask questions. if there’s he has a question about anything that also might make someone uncomfortable, he’s learned to just not ask. (which explains why he avoids making simon talk about his feelings. he doesn’t understand what’s going on with simon, but he’s been taught not to ask questions if he can sense they may cause people to feel uncomfortable, so he remains quiet.)

besides the fact that they both SUCK at communication, their past together has only ever revolved around fighting each other. it’s the only way they knew how to be around each other. and long with all that has changed since the mage died, this changed too.

add all of these factors together and i think it is very in character for them to be at the place they are where we start with wayward son.

this doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to watch them like that through.

but i think that, knowing where these characters come from, they really had/have a lot to work through, with everything that happened in carry on. and i personally am glad that rainbow has decided to take the time to really give these characters the time they need to work through this, instead of having them magically be okay and ignore all the trauma they had to face in the past.

it’s horrible to see them in a relationship that’s not truly heathy. but i think think they will grow into a healthier relationship. i really have hope that they’re working towards being more sure of themselves, which will help them become more sure (and thus healthy) in their relationship. i think that once simon gains more confidence in who he is, and once he stops running from every thought that makes him uncomfortable, he’ll learn how to speak his mind a lot better. (and i think simon really is growing to such a point. at the end of the book he came to the realisation that pretending he’s still part of the world of mages isn’t doing him good and that he is going to try and find work and become more independent, which is a choice that still made him sad, but it also felt right to him. having those thoughts were very confronting for him, but he didn’t push them away. the decision made him cry, but he also said it made him feel clean, which shows he’s confronting himself–finally–to move forward, no matter how painful)

rainbow rowell is not letting go of these characters yet. she’s not just gonna leave them like this, i fully believe this. i have hope that she’ll allow these characters to grow and recover to a point where they can have a fully healthy relationship (because i also really don’t believe simon and baz are incapable of a healthy relationship btw!! there were many moments in wayward son that showed them just being comfortable around each other, where it was purely simon’s insecurities that got in the way, and not the way they fit as people: like when baz was teaching simon how to drive. they really aren’t a bad match. they’re just in a bad place and don’t have the proper tools to help each other. but they’ll learn and grow and they’ll get there!!)

i think that what this book did was show a deep low in their recovery process. this deep low is a necessary part of recovery. i think the way rainbow wrote about traumatised young adults was super respectful and accurate. i think she did it with a lot of respect for who these characters are and where they come from, and that she’s not finished with them yet. this is only the first step. but a very important one.

the only thing that truly stresses me out about this book is the open ending. because oh man if we have to wait 4 more years to know how this continues i might just fully collapse.

but yes, i think that, even though this book was harsh, it was a necessary step in their recovery. and i think that, besides the sadness of them being in such a low point of their relationship, this book still had many amazing moments that reminded me of why i love these characters so so much.

i really hope you’ll start to feel more at peace with this book some day, and that you’ll find things in it that you can love it for. (not because i think that everyone should love this book, but because i genuinely wish for you that you could love this book)

i’m sorry for this super long answer, but i didn’t just want to answer “i’m sorry u didn’t enjoy the book, i had a different experience though”, because that felt unfair.

lastly, here’s a link to a post where you can read a letter that rainbow wrote to us readers about wayward son, that might make you feel a little better too (it at least made me feel a little more at peace with the open ending)

#anon #answered #wayward son #wayward son spoilers #this is probably full of spelling and grammar errors i hope i at least made a little sense #IM SORRY

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lilsungie · 5 years ago

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lil’ love potion

a/n: wow i fin a ll y wrote something i had a strong idea for, what a s h o c k e r, anyway i had a fun time writing this since wow i wuv hyuck n everything he does is just ama zin g. its dedicated to my lil sunflower @neo-cult-ure !! hope you enjoy it :( (kinda shakey because of caffeine and lack of sleep so pl s dont pay attention to spelling mis ta kes )

genre: fluff

word count: 1.7k

summary: donghyuck, your crush, dance teacher, and friend, has you come over after a late night of practice.

The boy sighed as he walked around the small studio, waiting for you to come through the doors at any minute. He was stressed obviously, not knowing how to make you learn the dance faster, not because you had to or anything was rushing the two of you, it's just that he noticed you getting frustrated whenever you would mess up or fall a bit on the tempo. He knew how it could be for a person that had just started learning their favorite idols' dances, it reminded him a bit too much of how he used to be when he'd started. Though, he did get a bit more help from his relatives, yknow, being a wizard and all he had books that had been handed down to him that he refused to use unless it was extremely needed. He played the song, wanting to start with something easy so a girl group's song would've been easier on your body, structure and all.

"FANCY" had started blaring through the speakers, the boy running to the middle of the room to get in position and revise what he had taught himself that morning, seeing if he would mess up because that would be catastrophic in his mind, messing up while teaching you something you thought he was good at. His masculine body moved through as gracefully as possible, though he nailed the whole dance, he still found where he messed up, going over and over the same part till he got it completely right, for you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he kept on exclaiming, running a hand through his hair before he slumped down on the ground, running the small drops of sweat that had started to form on his forehead and cheeks. You'd been watching him dance the part over and over, impressed, though confused on why he was being so hard on himself when even you didn't see the mistake. When he'd fallen over you quickly ran over thinking he passed out or something from exhaustion, which wasn't such a rare occurrence and was making you worry about the boy even more.

"Donghyuck," you said, pressing your cold hands to his wet and pink cheeks, "Are you okay?" He sighed out and you wondered what had been stressing him so badly, whether it was the dance or schoolwork. Truth be told, it had been you and your cute face that made him so flustered and forced him to close his eyes and roll on his tummy from how fast his heart was beating. "Geez, could you stop stalking me," he scoffed and managed to pull himself up before leaning over to hug you, the soft smell of not only your shower gel but also your coffee made everything he was saying about himself go away. It was obvious to everyone how much he liked you, he practically adored you and the thought of you being with him, though there were times where he thought you wouldn't even dare to do with someone like him. "Are you ready? Do I have to tie your shoelaces again just like the last few billion practices?" he teased you because he knew you were clumsy and couldn't bother to tie them amid practice.

You guys played around for a bit before starting to warm up, the new odd exercises making your hips sore out of nowhere. He knew you wouldn't be flexible and would need to warm up lots, he cared for you and a sprained muscle was the thing he wouldn't want to happen to you. Once he'd started teaching you, you noticed how he positioned your arms and used a different count-system to make you get accustomed to the tempo, catching the beat, everything you didn't bother about focusing because his voice counting to the melody was enough for you to remember it. You were happy with how quick he'd helped you learn since he knew you were impatient with yourself just like he was with himself. You danced along with him and managed to finish the intro and the first part that lead to the chorus, feeling happy and satisfied with yourself, for the most part, you leaned over to Donghyuck, wrapping your arms around him and whining, "Hyuck, I'm tired, can we go now? Let's finish it tomorrow!" you said and heard him sigh, though he knew it was too late to just let you go home by yourself, so you'd stay over at his place for a bit.

It was a quiet walk to his place, the boy seemed fairly off about something but he didn't dare say anything whenever you asked if he was okay or not. Even if he did seem okay he had a lot on his mind, wondering how the fuck he was going to hide the books from his parents before you even managed to see them. His apartment was a mess, potion recipes all over the place, hopefully, however, you wouldn't notice them once you walked inside. All of the recipes were some form of 'love' potion and he wasn't just going to reveal his never-ending crush on you, nor was he going to try out one on you and not reverse it immediately, similar recipes to reversal spells all over his living room floor. He was thoughtful, he knew he had flaws more than a normal person would, which is why he'd thought you wouldn't be interested in him, he was too weird for you to like him like that.

"Donghyuck!" he snapped out of his worried thoughts and looked up at you with a slightly tilted head, "Unlock the door," you said blankly and the boy mentally kicked himself for not noticing that the two of you had been standing for quite a while in the cold. He apologized before quickly unlocking the door and running in first to pick up all of the papers everywhere but before he could do anything your figure rushed inside right behind him. "What are these?" you asked, picking up one of the pieces of paper from his hands, the boy swallowing a bit too hard at the thought of what you'd think. "Ah! This would be fun to make!" You pointed the paper to Donghyuck, "You have the ingredients, right?" he nodded, head slumping down as he set all of the papers down and decided to take your coat and bag.

"You wanna," he stopped in his tracks to his room a bit, "You want some of my clothes? To like, get comfy and all?" he asked you and of course you couldn't pass up the option to wear something of his, he always smelled so nice and his clothing was always loose around you. You followed him and he gave you a pair of pajamas before leaving the room to change in the bathroom and let you have your peace. Once the two of you met back in the living room, the actual potion-making had started, gathering all the ingredients first was the most important thing before you moved to the kitchen. It did state that the potion had to be put in a warm glass bottle before drunk, and so, the boy provided everything that you needed, even if some of the ingredients sounded a bit odd. "Did you put a pan outside to collect rainwater for this?" He hummed in response, watching you shrug and pour in the water, his lower lip between his teeth. He knew it would work since he was in presence, he was scared that he might not be able to reverse it after a while, however.

After about an hour and a half, the whole house smelled like apple pie, Donghyuck jumping up to take it off of the stove, telling you that he'll bring it over in a bit. He wasn't going to taste it since you had wanted it he was going to leave it for you. He watched you drink it up bit by bit, his leg moving up and down, squeezing his fingers, biting his lip, he was anxious. "How is it?" he asked, "Do you feel anything?" You raised your brow at him, shaking your head, "What am I supposed to feel?"

"Love."

"This potion didn't make my love for you even stronger, it sucks," you blurted out, raising the little bottle to take in the little sip that was left, the last sentence you'd said out of the blue making him confused. He felt a bit relieved, maybe it was the potion working."It doesn't even taste like apple pie," you pouted before looking at him and his expression. He was blushing. "Hyuckie, what's wrong? Did I say something bad?" you asked him over and over and he still couldn't believe what he'd heard you say. He moved without thinking and sat next to you, bringing his knees to his chest and moving one hand to softly trace over your fingers.

He was calm and happy for once, "You really like me?" he mumbled out and glanced at you, his grey bangs covering most of his eyes so you weren't able to see how teary-eyed he'd become. You softly grabbed his hand, earning a small gasp of relief from the boy, Hyuck, of course, I like you, I think I've been pretty obvious about that by now," you sand softly and turned toward him, your other hand grabbing to caress his cheek, "You're literally the cutest person ever, how could i not?" You felt your hand encounter something wet, probably a tear that he shed because he'd never really been complimented on his cuteness. "I really like you too," he said, "Like, more than a lot, it's indescribable even," he quickly leaned over to press a peck on your cheek, your skin encountering his burning and pink cheeks. He was shy, embarrassed even and too scared to initiate anything in case you were uncomfortable. Though you weren't disappointed when you'd kissed him, he didn't move for a second, not realizing what was happening at the moment, it was a shock to him. Eventually, he kissed back and pulled you closer, his hands gently resting on your waist as he pulled you even closer, letting out a soft whine when he'd pulled back because of lack of air. "Wanna make another potion tomorrow?" he asked softly, knowing he would suddenly be interested in the books he was given on his birthday, happy to see you agree.

The two of you fell asleep on his couch that night, happy that somehow his weird magic scripts brought the two of you together.

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ssvperboy-aa · 4 years ago

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lmao this is gonna be long i just need somewhere to vent???

anyway, so i still live w/ both my parents and for the last week or so, my parents havent been talking bc my dad’s been acting like a complete ass lately.

the plan was to move back to brazil in 3 years time. most of our family is still there, my dad’s always felt like he has some responsibility over his side of the family and claims that my mom’s family isn’t ‘close’ bc his brothers have stolen money from him, from his business and this man has let it slide for the last 20+ years. okay. anyway, we all agreed moving to brazil was a good idea, whatever.

i knew my dad never rly gave a fuck about our wellbeing bc even before my grandparents passed, his main focus was on what he has back home and sending money to sustain businesses back home (which btw... is not how a business should work???? like. ????) and “forgetting” to pay bills and shit here. ever SINCE my grandparents have died, though, he’s been rly fucking angry at life and it feels like he blames us for the loss of his parents. he barely talks to me anymore, which sucks ‘cause i’ll try to talk to him and get nothing back. my maternal grandma has told us that this shit takes time and what not, but i doubt grieving while drinking and calling onto my grandparents is going to help.

aNYWAY: my dad has been picking fights w/ people who have political views that don’t match his (back in brazil). he comes from a small ass town (i’m sure it would technically be considered a village as i doubt more than 400 ppl live there) and people will KILL you for the smallest things. they’ll kill you, they’ll kill ur family, ESPECIALLY if you wanna argue/fight about politics. ppl don’t give a fuck. the reason THIS part of the story is important is bc this is why my parents aren’t speaking. my father claimed we would live a pretty good life, similar to the one we live here, back in brazil but he’s pulling unnecessary SHIT like this.

it’s been about a week since my parents last spoke, they’re sleeping in different rooms and that’s all fine and well bc they’ve gone weeks without speaking before. however, i just found out my dad is moving to ottawa? on wednesday??? and he didn’t even tell me himself, he told my mom and she told me? that’s like, 5 fucking hours away and as someone who has known my dad all my life, i’m really fucking sure he’s not going to tell me about it at all.

this feels rly fucking stupid and wrong, but like??? you don’t do that??? you don’t decide you’re gonna move and just go without telling ppl in advance. wednesday is LITERALLY a day away as of right now. we’re also in the middle of a fuckign pandemic so i would like to know what the fuck i’m even supposed to do right now??? like. what the fuck? suddenly moving to ottawa is a great idea but when we all wanted to go, it wasn’t that great? can someone pls explain what the fuck is going on

#someone tell me to shut up ↳ ᴏᴏᴄ

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beca-mitchell · 6 years ago

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#35 for the prompt ask pls! hope u had a nice night out w ur friends!

the adventures of unpacking (1/1)

summary: Beca and Chloe are moving in together. Aubrey, Amy, and Chloe’s parents are helping them on move-in day.

word count: 2.5k

fulfilled for prompt 35: “well this is awkward”

Beca is content.

Beca is content at the moment because there are few things in this world that amuse her more than Aubrey attempting to do something and failing. It’s all in good fun though. She loves Aubrey and has grown to love Aubrey through everything. She stops unpacking for a moment, tilting her head as she looks out into the living room from her vantage point in the kitchen. Aubrey is staring at the pile of unassembled furniture around her, looking like she was the hurricane that swept through the living room.

Currently, the only pieces of usable furniture available are the couch and the coffee table and the couch came assembled. The coffee table was a gift from Chloe’s parents and Beca got the wonderful show of watching Chloe’s arms flex thanks to her sleeveless shirt as she carried the table into the apartment.

“What are you doing?” Chloe asks, holding a small mountain of bowls. Beca blinks and quickly takes the top of half of the bowls in fear that Chloe might drop them.

Quickly putting the bowls on the appropriate shelf, she turns back to Chloe. “I’m watching Aubrey struggle at IKEA furniture. This is like a NatGeo special.”

“You’re so mean,” Chloe says with amusement coloring her tone. She tapers off into a giggle and turns back to their mountain of boxes.

“It’s not mean!” Beca exclaims. “I just…love it when Aubrey sucks at something,“ Beca whispers.

Despite herself, Chloe grins at her before looking over her shoulder at Aubrey – her best friend – and she can’t help but laugh because Beca is right. Chloe had been content living with Aubrey for the past five years, but she has grown to know a lot about Aubrey’s capabilities. While generally able to do nearly anything she set her mind to, Aubrey really did struggle with putting furniture together.

Amy emerges from the bathroom wearing elbow-length rubber gloves and carrying a bucket of cleaning supplies.

“Did you finish cleaning the bathroom already?” Aubrey asks, standing up and wiping the sweat from her brow.

Amy’s eyebrows rise. “No, I thought you were going to do it.”

“Then why are you just carrying the cleaning supplies around?”

Beca laughs softly while slicing through the tape of another box. Chloe nudges her with her elbow, but Beca catches the equally amused smile on her face.

“Shhh,” Chloe hushes, nodding towards where Aubrey is standing right in the middle of a pile of wood and nails, looking nowhere near done with the shelf. Beca watches Aubrey fiddle with two pieces that aren’t supposed to go together at all before she huffs in frustration – in a way only Aubrey can – and throws it into another pile of growing pieces.

Amy wanders over to them, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Who gave her that job in the first place?” Chloe asks when Amy sits down. “I already told you that Aubrey didn’t know how to put shit together, but neither of you believed me.”

“Uh, pretty sure she gave herself that job,” Amy points out, while Beca nods in agreement.

“Are either of you going to help her?”

She receives two simultaneous head shakes in the negative.

Chloe snorts and puts down the dishware she had been wiping down. “Lazy,” she murmurs. She moves around Beca, but not before holding her waist and kissing her messily on the cheek. “I’ll be back.”

Amy gracefully waits until Chloe is out of earshot before she snickers. “You two are disgusting.”

Beca flushes. “We’re not. You’re just terrible.”

They watch as Chloe tentatively steps into the living room, asking if Aubrey wants some help. It startles her concentration and she drops the plank she had been holding, causing it crash against the floor.

Beca snorts, unable to stop herself while Amy quickly covers her own mouth. Aubrey’s eyes swivel towards them quickly, forcing them to busy themselves with their own work while Chloe’s calming tone washes over them all.

Beca has to admit that watching Chloe placate a frustrated Aubrey is an adorable sight. Like a soft puppy trying to cheer up a pricklier, moodier, larger puppy.

“I’m going to help Chloe,” Beca says. “Are you okay in here by yourself?”

“Of course,” Amy responds, looking mildly offended. “I don’t need supervision.”

Beca decides not to grace that with a response and quickly makes her way out of the kitchen. She was just excited to move in with her girlfriend. She should have expected that their friends would only bring chaos and drama.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey,” she greets. “I thought I’d come help you,” Beca says to Chloe. Chloe smiles gratefully while Aubrey’s eyes narrow even further.

“If you don’t want my help, Beca, I can easily leave.”

Beca’s eyes widen, both in amusement and surprise. “Of course I want your help. Just - unpack in the kitchen while I help Chloe.”

Instead of acquiescing, Aubrey scoffs. “As if you’re going to get any work done. You two are insatiable.”

Chloe snickers while Beca gawks. “We’re not going to…what the fuck? Chloe’s parents are here. Why would we-?”

“She wasn’t talking about sex, babe,” Chloe says once she recovers.

Aubrey looks mildly nauseous. “I simply meant that you two are always flirting with each other.”

“Then why not just say that?” Beca mutters.

Aubrey dusts her hands off on her pants. “At least I won’t have to listen to the two of you having sex anymore,” Aubrey mutters pointing between Beca and Chloe. “You two are not quiet.”

Beca would laugh because Aubrey’s expression is hilarious, but Chloe’s father chooses that moment to walk in balancing a box of pizza and a six-pack of Sprite. The brief silence that follows is only saved by Chloe being completely unphased and leaping up to help her father with his purchases.

“I thought you guys would like some snacks,” Henry Beale says lightly, though Beca can feel his eyes trained on the back of her neck. “Some sustenance for all the hard work you’re doing.“

Chloe smiles and squeezes his arm. “Thank you.”

“Well, that was awkward,” Aubrey says, smirking at Beca once Henry turns the corner to find his wife. She flips open the box that Chloe sets on the coffee table – the only current available surface in the apartment.

“That wasn’t awkward. You’re just making it awkward. He knows we have sex,” Beca says boldly – bolder than she feels, anyway.

Amy grins – a grin that Beca catches the moment she comes into the living room and Beca feels her heart sink. “Does he know you have sex loudly though?”

Beca ends up being the only one not laughing.

It’s not her fault that her girlfriend is ridiculously good in bed. She’s not going to apologize for that.

Thankfully, Chloe settles on the ground next to her and tilts her head for a quick kiss. “You have nothing to embarrassed about, Bec.”

If possible, Beca turns as red as the pepperoni on the pizza. She quickly ducks her head and focuses on eating, as opposed to the sound of her friends laughing around her.

Aubrey laughs, but Beca thinks privately that Aubrey has nothing to laugh at. It was usually Aubrey’s fault that she tended to be home at all whenever Chloe and Beca made it specifically clear that they would be around.

"Oh, I’m not” Beca finally says, clearing her throat. “Besides, it’s not like Aubrey didn’t bring home people too while we were there. Remember that guy from the bar? Or that assistant from my record label party?”

“Nice,” Amy says, raising her hand to high-five Aubrey. It is not well-received.

Beca has to laugh at that. She can’t resist at the sight of Aubrey’s wide eyes and reddened cheeks.

"Leave her alone, you two,” Chloe says from where she’s distributing slices of pizza across newly cleaned plates. Chloe is bent over the coffee table and Beca is momentarily distracted by the clear line of sight down Chloe’s tank top, but refocuses when she catches Aubrey standing up a little taller and trying not to smirk at Beca when Chloe defends her. “As somebody who lived with Aubrey, she was always way more cheerful when she got laid,” Chloe continues nonchalantly.

“I love you,” Beca says. “Have I mentioned that lately?”

Chloe grins. “No, but feel free to tell me again.”

“Christ,” Aubrey mutters. She softens momentarily. “I’m going to miss living with you, Chloe.”

Chloe’s eyes shine with emotion. “Oh Aubrey. Of course I’m going to miss living with you! All those late nights, watching TV, listening to our favorite songs-”

Aubrey nods somberly. “And gossiping about Beca.”

Amy snickers. “Oh yeah, I remember that.”

Beca chokes. “Gossiping about who?”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Come on. I had to talk to somebody about…” She hesitates. “Everything.”

Beca swallows at the tight feeling in her chest. She reaches out to hold the back of Chloe’s neck. “I’m still really sorry about everything, you know that right?”

The journey to finally getting together and being in a committed, healthy relationship was long and painful on multiple fronts. Beca is embarrassed by the thought and memory sometimes, but she’s just so thankful to finally have Chloe.

If only she had acted sooner.

For once, Aubrey doesn’t gag or tease them. She just leans against the back of the couch and smiles with tenderness and affection. “I’m so happy for the both of you, really.”

Chloe reaches out to tangle her fingers with Beca. She smiles at their two friends before focusing back on Beca. “I’m happy too. Like you wouldn’t believe.”

In general, it all goes well for the next couple of hours. Beca and Chloe manage to get their shelf up and their DVDs organized. They’re in the middle of plugging in their home system and TV when Aubrey shrieks so loudly that Beca hits her head on the wooden paneling of their TV’s shelving.

“Fuck!”

Chloe looks equally startled but quickly reaches out to touch Beca’s forehead. “Are you okay? What the hell was that?” she asks, standing and extending her hand for Beca to take.

“I bet Amy broke something,” Beca says lightly. She’s mostly joking, but she regrets it the moment Chloe’s eyes widen and she looks genuinely afraid. “Wait, no-”

“Not my mugs!”

“I was joking! I’m sure everything’s fine, Chlo,” Beca says quickly, following her girlfriend into the kitchen.

It’s Beca’s fault, really. She doesn’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late.

“What’s wrong?” Chloe asks, not realizing what Aubrey is holding in her hand.

“I found your toys,” Aubrey hisses.

Beca is exhausted and not completely functioning at a hundred percent capacity, which is how she later rationalizes her next words. “What toys? We don’t have children.”

It’s meant to be a joke, but her joke tapers off into a choked sound the moment she sees what’s actually in Aubrey’s hand.

Aubrey is holding their very purple, very distinct dildo.

Scratch that. Scratch everything.

Beca wants to sink into the floor and never return. She wonders if it’s too much to hope that she hit her head hard enough earlier and she’s already dead.

“No. Your toys,” Aubrey responds.

“What are you doing?” Chloe asks in confusion. “Why do you have that?”

“This is yours,” Aubrey says, her voice a higher pitch than usual.

“I know it’s mine,” Chloe says calmly, like she’s talking about a coffee machine and not one of their sex toys. “Why do you have it?”

“What the fuck? Why are you so calm?” Beca asks, once she finds her voice.

“Why was it in the kitchenware box?” Aubrey demands.

Amy is surprisingly silent, but when Beca’s eyes swivel to her, she notes that Amy is watching with rapt attention. Fantastic.

Chloe’s eyes widen in recognition and just when Beca thinks it couldn’t get worse, Chloe’s parents walk into the kitchen, looking concerned.

Of course, Aubrey’s shriek of doom was what brought Chloe’s parents rushing back into the kitchen. Beca watches this all happen in slow-motion. Aubrey is gesturing wildly with their obnoxiously purple dildo. Beca half expects her to pull out their harness too, but she figures Chloe probably packed that with their toiletries, because why not?

Her life is over anyway.

“We heard screaming. Is everybody…” Chloe’s mother trails off at the sight.

Beca’s sure that this must look amusing as hell – four women in the kitchen while one wields a purple dildo in some kind of fucked up face-off. She’d laugh if she weren’t the owner of said dildo.

“Is everybody okay?” Sandra asks hesitantly.

Chloe reacts first, finally a hint of a blush shining on her cheeks. It’s nothing compared to the fire Beca feels in her own face though. “It’s fine. I just forgot I put this in here.”

“Why the fuck would you put it with our kitchenware?”

“Because I thought it’d be us unpacking it!” Chloe responds, as if it’s the most natural response. “I forgot.”

“That’s not an explanation!”

Aubrey still looks nauseous, but seems to have realized that her audience is now two people larger. “Oh. Well, this is aw-”

“Don’t even say it,” Beca mutters. “I swear to God, Aubrey.”

Chloe doesn’t even look horrified. Just mildly embarrassed. Beca envies her. “I thought it might be…obvious if we put it with our bedroom stuff.” She rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s clean.”

Beca thinks that’s the least of their concerns at the moment.

“So, do you wear it…or,” Amy directs at Beca. “Is it mainly Chloe?”

Beca’s brain plays cruel jokes on her regularly, so she chooses that moment to look up and directly at Chloe’s father.

An apology dies on her lips.

She can never face Chloe’s parents again.

Later - much later once Beca has recovered, she looks up from the last of the kitchen boxes. She sees Chloe and Aubrey standing on the balcony. Wandering closer, she can kind of hear their conversation.

"The loft is going to feel different without you,” Aubrey admits, looking down at her shoes.

“I know,” is Chloe’s murmured response. “I love you, Bree. Thank you for everything. And uh, not just today. Just. Everything.”

Beca’s heart clenches at the wistfulness in Chloe’s voice, knowing how comfortable and settled in Chloe had been, living with Aubrey.

Aubrey had been such a good support pillar – a rock for Chloe to lean on. Beca understands the pain of having to separate from somebody so important after so long.

Still, Beca is so excited about everything. She knows the transitional stage for Chloe will be difficult. Aubrey has been her best friend through it all – she was there for Chloe when Beca couldn’t be. She watches Chloe squeeze Aubrey into a hug, thankful that her girlfriend has such a good support network in her life.

She’s reminded then that this is important – this step with Chloe. She loves Chloe with everything in her and she can’t wait for the rest of their lives together.

She doesn’t want it to ever slip away from her again.

She’s going to be the one who’s there for Chloe now. This is it.

“We should finish up,” Amy says from behind her. Beca startles and turns from the balcony. She smiles slyly. “I’m sure you’ll want to uh, break in the apartment tonight, but your bed is still in the box.”

Amy’s right, but Beca’s not going to justify that with a response. Not after everything.

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alrightinbed-betterwithapen · 6 years ago

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in response to getting another guy in ur life

i'm submitting this bc it's tough trying to squeeze everything into one ask. as i kept going the pov would lowkey switch back and forth pls ignore i am kind of sleepy

i think it would be rough on him. any normal person would assume it'd be because he had feelings for you, which of course wouldn't be true, but he'd be hurt and he'd feel conflicted about it.

he'd know there were no strings, and of course you'd both had that conversation of "if you find somebody that's fine, but this is just for us at this point in time" and he always had that looming in the back of his mind. but when you stop texting him, calling him, and only see him for work, it'd kind of infuriate him. you could have at least told him if you no longer wanted to do anything with him or if you found someone.

aside from that, he'd miss it. he'd miss the sneaking around, buying things for you, making you cum with just his fingers...he'd almost feel like it was a waste of time. he knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew what made you shiver and what made you cringe. he knew exactly how to fuck you, when to fuck you, and where to fuck you. he knew you liked it when his fingers would find your necklace charm, rolling it through his fingers before continuing to work his way down. he knew how to fuck your throat, what your limits were, and how long you could take it before you needed air. he knew that as much as you loved when he came in you (most of the time before you go out so when he sticks his hand up his skirt to feel you up, he still feels himself dripping out) you also loved when he'd cum on your stomach, continuously dipping his finger in it and putting it in your mouth. he knew you loved when he kissed you after you swallowed. he knew you loved to taste yourself on his lips. he knew what positions you liked, how tight to tie your wrists to the headboard. he knew how hard to choke you and he could tell when it was too much. even when he bit your lip so hard it started bleeding and you told him, very enthusiastically, to keep going (he learned lots that night). he knew so much and vice versa.

you knew he loved feeling your hands on his chest. you knew he loved the rush of cockiness telling you what to do (and you obeying) gave him. if you didn't obey, you knew he loved punishing you. you knew he loved when your actions made him tie you up, spank you till you're dripping, or fuck your throat till you can't speak. you knew he loved the aftercare, having you sit on his lap in the bath, pressing lightly into bruises and scratches and bite marks until you hiss and smack his hands away while he giggles, saying, "you wanted them!" you knew he loved when, one night, after losing a bet with you, he let you dom him and you knew he hadn't ever cum that hard with you before (even still, he refused to admit that and continued his normal domming afterwards). you knew he loved when you talked back to him. you knew he loved when his hips would still at your hilt, a glorious groan escaping his lips, nails digging into your skin, as he finally cums in you. you knew he loved that first time you sucked his dick, realizing you took it all your first try. you knew he loved when the tears would run down your cheeks from being fucked so good. you knew he loved the walk of shame (as he sleepily watched with a smile on his face) out of his bedroom.

it'd almost be like it went on too long. you knew each others bodies too well, which made you such great lovers in the bedroom but you'd never end in a relationship. it'd be hard to navigate.

i think his breaking point would be when you bring the new guy by his house when jason is there, saying, "hey jason, just telling you this is the guy i met because of you!" you'd hug this guy's chest, smiling, as your eyes land on david's. it'd be the first time he'd look away from you. jason is eager and happy for you, joking that maybe you'll start being uptight again. (once you'd started fucking david on the regular, both of you had been consistently relieving stress, allowing both of you to work better, both together & individually)

david would say, completely fake, "i'm happy for you. hey, uh can you come show me how to do this thing on final cut?" you'd be reluctant as he pulls you into his room.

"so, uh," he'd clear his throat, "what's this guy's name?"

"um. david." you shifted in your seat on his bed. he was standing in front of you, slowly pacing.

"what?"

"no, like. his name is david." his eyes would widen. instantly, he hears you moaning his name. that was supposed to be reserved for him. he doesn't tell you that, though.

"oh. why didn't you tell me anything? like, that's what we agreed on. i would've liked that more than just you leaving me in the dark. it's not that hard. also, of all places, why my fucking house?"

"david. don't get pissed-"

"i am pissed."

"why? did you have feelings for me or something?"

"no, you know i didn't, i just- it feels like it was a waste of time."

"why?"

"are you and this dude official?"

"not yet."

"so i could still fuck you?"

"davey, baby-" at this point, it was an argument. albeit, a whispered one.

"you don't get to do that! i can-"

"why are you so upset?"

"because i know everything about your body. you will never find anyone who can make you cum as hard as i can. it goes both ways. i've fucked a few girls since you, but none of them fuck the way you do."

"so what am i supposed to do, dave? not find love because you know how to make me cum better than anyone?" he went quiet. a few moments passed.

"he's a real asswipe."

"you don't even know him!"

“well, he exudes it, okay?”

"you're an asswipe, too, you know?"

"maybe. an asswipe who knows how to fuck."

"i don't know what you want me to do, dave."

"tell him to go home, i'll send jason home, tell natalie to go out all night, and i will fuck the living daylights out of you." you groaned and put a hand over your face. you were getting a headache. you knew you didn't have to do it. he knew it too. but he stared all wide, like a deer in headlights, meeting your eyes for the second time that night.

at that moment, jason would walk in the bedroom door, asking what's taking so long. the other david would follow him, leaning in the door frame. david was right, that's a really asswipey move in a house that's not your own, especially in a room that's not your own.

you smiled sweetly, "david, i'm gonna have to stay here. sorry. it's work. he's having a few issues. i need to help him so his vlog can go up on time. i'll see you later. you can see yourself out."

your david beamed.

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dilfhakyeon-moved · 6 years ago

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coffee shop au 4 (the one with the different names written on the coffee on different days) with ralbert? :)

disclaimer: don’t give me shit for their names i am TERRIBLE at names

but yea here are the sappho de lesbos stans

Once again, the ‘mystery customer’ was striking.

That sounding pretty ominous, it was nothing that serious. It was just that every week, always on a different day, they’d get that girl coming in. And she’d come at times it was pretty dead, most likely to get the same barista. There she always went, leaning on the counter, giving these soft eyes and these sweet words, and she’d leave with her order. It was never the same order either, she just… drank of everything, apparently. Your fave could never.

Somehow, she was indeed having an effect on that barista she was messing with, but that didn’t make her any less frustrating to deal with. Yeah, the flirting was nice, but if she had a set name it’d just be so much easier, wouldn’t it ? Because giving a different name every week was getting a little old.

Of course, the barista would get quite frustrated after some time, how couldn’t she ? It’d been going on long enough. And the list of names… were similar, for some. Sometimes just complete unrealistic jokes. She could remember them all - Race, Racer, Racetrack, Antonio, Anthony, Tony, even Edmund and Ed,… Pretty Girl, too. Maybe this one was fitting, but Berta absolutely refused to believe any of these other names were that “pretty girl’s” name. For one, some of these weren’t names, and well… the others were masculine, and judging by that last nickname, she wasn’t a guy.

Either way, the redhead had a hard time staying calm as the blonde began babbling, her oddly squeaky voice fitting so well with her messy accent and pronunciation, her tripping over words and her obnoxious giggle sounding somewhat endearing… Okay, maybe she totally wasn’t paying attention to what she was being told and she got too busy getting lost in thought, but who could blame her ?

… Right, herself.

Once she woke from this kind of weird daydreaming phase, she tried to harden her expression a little. “Okay, yeah. And the order ?” She said, maybe a little harshly. But it didn’t bother her customer, whose grin widened despite her cheeks perhaps darkened a tad.

Quad venti blonde breve latte, extra hot, no foam, four pumps vanilla, three pumps cinnamon dolce, two white mocha, stirred, light whip, extra cinnamon topping.

This was ridiculous. Once again, the girl’s order had to be ridiculous. Maybe that was one time too much, and that “one time too much” the barista didn’t bother waiting for the girl to give her a name. No, she was choosing it herself. It was obvious to see on the blonde’s face that she wasn’t exactly expecting that, but did she really have a choice ? No.

“Look at it once you’re outside,” Berta muttered, groaning quietly when the girl smiled again and poked her cheek before making her way out, whistling pretty loud - and getting looks from other customers, although admittedly there really weren’t that many. It still grabbed some of them’s attention, enough for them to notice the barista quickly yet quietly following after her, letting her coworkers take care of the place if even just for a few minutes.

Keeping sight of the blonde wasn’t the hardest task. She hadn’t gone far, just walked a few metres away and was now reading the name written on her cup with some sort of surprise.

Endearing, the shorter girl would tell you.

Casually enough, she made a few steps until she was close enough to the girl, before pausing and more or less working up the courage to talk. She wasn’t all that good at communication all the time, but she still tried. “So, Foxy,” she called out, causing the other to jump and turn around. Her gaze was always as captivating, perhaps due to how obviously emotional it was - reading her mind was impossible, but her state of mind was all too obvious at all times. What really got Berta though, it surely was how evident the blush on her face was. Striking, such a contrast with her blue eyes and her blond curls, that pink really fit well. Made her look softer, and maybe a little less insufferable.

Her lips moved incoherently for a few seconds before she frowned, and pointed at the cup. “Y'ain’t wrote that, it’s ‘Vixen’ on it,” she protested, getting the other to raise an eyebrow. Maybe it’d been easy to guess making that flirty girl flustered wasn’t hard at all, but it still gave her some satisfaction. Oh, and also it was cute.

“I know what I wrote and I know vixens are foxes.” That sure wasn’t the answer that girl had hoped for. Berta could see her bite down on her lip as she thought of a reply.

“… Yea, but– still. Why’s that anyways, I 'on’t look like a fox !”

“Reminded me of one.”

Could the girl make it any more obvious that she clearly wasn’t used to being teased ? Or, flirted with, depending on how she took it. Either way, just one more endearing, sweet thing about that cute fellow, and it kind of made the former more confident.

This time though, maybe she actually put some thought into what she was about to say. Nothing crazy, but she’d always worked on that “speaking before thinking” basis, pretty much ; having to really work out some sort of appropriate response, or even question for the situation. Because in the end, that barista had ended up following her outside, there must’ve been a reason. Yes, that’d be her question.

“So… What’s ya doin’ here ? Ain’t ya workin’ ?” She uttered, her accent somewhat worsened. Oh, maybe because she was chewing on the… the cup. Was that a stress reliever ? Whatever.

“I wanna get your name.”

“What, I gave–”

“Your real name, so I don’t sob to my friends about a cute girl named Anthony,” Berta insisted, almost mockingly - although that was all light-hearted. The poor girl seemed to whimper after “cute girl”. Haha, she found her cute, she could die happy was what the whimper meant.

“Well… 'f ya want my name, then I bet you should invite me for a sleepover some time !” The blonde tried. It probably came off as silly, even if Berta just thought it adorable.

“A… sleepover ?”

“Yea, like… the best kind'a date.” She continued, managing to sound genuine about it. “It ain’t too fast if I’ been comin’ to your shop for two months. We can totally have a sleepover.”

“But I could be a murderer an’ kill you in your sleep.”

“Bitch, wha’s the issue here ? I’d die a happy death.” She retorted - maybe a little too quickly. A chance she hadn’t pulled out the whole “oh, crush me with your arms” or any sort of stupid stuff she looked like she would totally say. And the redhead clearly wasn’t wrong about that, that kind of answer had definitely come out of that girl’s mouth a few times… Maybe she shouldn’t be thinking about it.

“So, name ?”

She seemed embarrassed to say it. “Anya.”

“That’s a real pretty name.”

“Yea, shut ya’ trap, spare me the compliments.” Anya groaned, her gaze wandering elsewhere. “ ’S just a name.”

“Sure, Anya,” Berta answered with a chuckle, shaking her head. “So you said a sleepover ?”

“Yea.”

“Then gi'mme your phone number or something.”

“Ya wrote yours on the cup.”

“… Ah, I did that.”

“Yea.”

It was her time to be embarrassed again, it seemed. Had she really forgotten so easily ? That was a shame for sure, but Anya wouldn’t be too bothered by it, she could tell.

“Anyway, I’m… I’m gonna need to go back to work. Maybe come more often. Oh, and you don’t have to run away everytime, you can drink it at the shop,” the shorter girl offered. But she was met with a head shake, and that bright, quite shit-eating grin the blonde always wore. Back to normal, huh ? Couldn’t stay away too long.

“Nah, I’m a busy gal ! Gotta get goin’ as well. I’ll catch ya later.”

“Oh, well…” Was that sadness ? Yes, maybe she’d have liked to talk to her some time, at the shop. But if she was busy, then… “Talk to you soon.”

Anya waved, blew her a kiss and then… ran away. And Berta watched her, frankly smitten. What a goddamn rowdy… cutie.

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bamfcoyotetango · 7 years ago

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Number 7, Chaleigh please. 😁

Oh gosh, this is so very late but the Muses ate the prompt and gave me this .

7. Fake Relationship AU

Hand In My Hand

Raleigh's in the middle of setting up the music for the piano when Hansen, their bartender for the night, cleared his throat behind Raleigh.

"You need help cutting the citrus?" He asked sympathetically.

All the bartenders hate citrus and Raleigh's pretty good with a knife.

The only problem was that Hansen didn't ask for help.

Like... Ever.

"Yeah, actually. I, err, I've been meanin' t' talk with you." Hansen relented, his broad shoulders slumping in a show of emotion Raleigh didn't expect.

"Oh?" Raleigh arranged the music and left the wide performance platform, careful to step over the wires the sound crew hid under the rich red carpet. "Any reason in particular?"

The other man handed over a knife, a cutting board and a bag of mixed citrus. "Look, I know I'm not... the most social."

Raleigh snorted at that, "No shit."

"Oi, fuck off yeah? I'm trying here." Hansen growled defensively before he sighed. "I've got a problem."

"... And you think I can fix it?" He countered dryly as he sliced the fruits into multi-colored discs. "I know I'm the bar's handyman and all but uh, I normally don't fix people as a rule."

"Yes." The blunt honesty has Raleigh setting down his knife and turning to face Hansen. "Look, you're pretty enough that my Dad might be fooled inta thinkin' we're datin', alright? He knows I don't swing too often the other way and Mako's like my sister so I can't ask her an' the rest of the bartenders-"

Raleigh held up a hand and mulled it over, parsing out the basics of it in under two minutes. It wasn't exactly a secret that Raleigh appreciated multiple types of people. Hansen might've been a surly jerk but damn if he didn't fill out his bar polo shirt nicely. "You want me to date you... because your Dad is a hard ass?"

"Look, he's coming to visit in a few months an' he keeps a hairy eyeball on my social media, yeah? He knows when I'm not datin' and he gets all sad an' mopey like he didn't do a job 'n a half raising me. My old man wants to see me happy. So... are you in or what?" Hansen grumbled even as he rubbed at his nose.

Raleigh thought of his Maman, in remission, being overjoyed that her middle child finally found someone.

"I'll make you a deal," He allowed carefully, "if this is for your Dad, then it's also gotta be for my Maman. She's in remission and now she's tryin' to meddle in my love-life. You break her heart and I'll break your face. I'll pretend to date your ass for her sake if nothing else."

"What about...?"

Raleigh gritted his teeth and sucked in a calming breath. "Let's just say he's a bastard."

"... Oh. I guess we need to outline what's not okay to touch as a topic." Hansen pointed out.

"Yeah, might be a good idea." He admitted.

"For starters, don't ask about Mum and I won't ask about the rat bastard."

"Got it."

"By the way... M' name's Chuck." Chuck held out his hand and Raleigh shook it.

"Raleigh."

Chuck, for all of his asshole tendencies, was pretty decent with the whole dating thing.

Once Raleigh got past the scowl and the snark and the Alaskan-sized chip on his shoulder, that is.

He'd even bothered to ask Raleigh for his favorite flower (sunflowers) and had presented them with a scowl at the start of their next 'date'.

Somewhere along the way, dating Chuck had become less obligation and started to feel like... something Raleigh shouldn't enjoy as much as he did.

He shouldn't enjoy the under-the-breath quips that were so sarcastic that Raleigh actually cracked up laughing when he caught them.

He shouldn't sneak glances when Chuck closed his eyes and reveled in the wind coming off of the sea.

He shouldn't save a sunflower from each bouquet Chuck "remembered" to bring.

Raleigh spun a thick stem between his fingers and quietly admitted to himself that if he fell in love with Chuck, it might not be so bad.

It wasn't like the ginger bastard would ever return his feelings after all.

Raleigh was one of, it turned out, a lucky three people who had Chuck's phone number.

""So, Chuck hasn't called in and I have it on good authority that you're dating. I got the Kaidonovskies to cover his shift but could you do us all a huge favor and go check on him?"" Sergio asked. ""He's never done this before so I'm a little worried.""

"I'm on it, Serg. I'll let you know what's up, okay?" Raleigh hummed and then scrubbed a hand down his face as he texted Chuck.

Raleigh: Where r u?

It took near five minutes for Chuck to respond, which was way longer than his usual five seconds.

Chuck: m sick

Chuck: don't come over

Chuck: if I die u get my dog

He snorted, texting as he grabbed his jacket, his scarf and his washable surgical mask Mako had given him for his birthday.

Raleigh: drama llama

Raleigh: Ur not gonna die

Raleigh: I'm coming over

Chuck appeared to rouse at that.

Chuck: NO

If Chuck thought he could out-stubborn Raleigh, he had another thing coming.

Raleigh: YES

Raleigh: I'm making you homemade soup

Raleigh: u giant wiener

Chuck didn't respond for several moments as if shocked that Raleigh would do something that nice.

Chuck: U need my address

Chuck: Or did u expect to kno

Chuck: where I live, u wanker

He did laugh at that, midway through testing a tomato with his fingers.

Raleigh: I could ask Mako

Raleigh: She'll provide the info

Raleigh: with half the hassle that

Raleigh: Ur giving me

Raleigh: btw

Raleigh: R u allergic to tomato?

His phone buzzed with the response as Raleigh finished grocery shopping.

Chuck: no, not allergic to tomato

Chuck: pick up some tissue

As though he sensed he was being a little rude, he followed it with another text.

Chuck: ... pls?

Raleigh shook his head, flicked on his voice-to-text app and said, "Already on it period. Send."

Chuck sent the address and Raleigh pulled over into a gas station to input the address. He paused, contemplated labeling it 'U Grumpy Bastard' and then grinned at it occurred to him.

Chuck's address ended up as 'My Dumbass

An English bulldog sat in his way, Raleigh's arms aching as the grocery bags creaked.

"Uh, hi, pup. Could you do me a favor—"

"Max, get." Chuck rasped, poking his dog with his socked foot to let Raleigh into his apartment.

He toed off his boots out of habit and nudged them into a vaguely neat pile near the door.

Raleigh set all the bags down, found the trash can and the fridge and got to work.

By the time the tomato soup was bubbling on the stove, Chuck had been served eucalyptus tea, meds and tissues, in that order.

Raleigh absently texted Sergio as he watched his soup, keeping half an eye on a bemused and snuffling Chuck. He reigned in the urge to kiss the frown off of Chuck's face.

Chuck frowned and then wrote on the whiteboard Raleigh had brought from home.

'What? Do I have something in my face?'

"Nah. Just an old habit from when my sister was sick. She'd sneak off the couch and then get me sick cause she likes to cuddle when she's loopy on meds." He deflected as he poked at the soup.

The squeak of the marker was proceeded by Chuck gathering his blanket nest and sitting on the tall chair next to the counter.

'U have siblings?'

"Mm, two. Yancy's the oldest and Jazzy's the youngest. I'm the middle kiddo."

'Why tomato soup?'

"I'll have you know that Maman and my Mémé would skin me alive if I fed you anything else aside from this. It's supposed to be loaded with nutrients and good protein to help you get better." He countered with a raised brow.

'Meme??'

"French for Grandma. Maman is Mom." Raleigh explained. He pulled out the bacon, frowned and asked, "Where's your frying pan?"

'Under the stove.'

"... You don't cook, clearly, cause otherwise you'd know that that's the broiler, not a drawer. Also, these are really nice pans and it's a shame they don't get used more often." He talked mostly to himself but Chuck blew a raspberry from behind the covers. "It's true."

'Don't b rude. It's my space u know.'

"Supposed to be our space, remember? Shit, should I move in?" Raleigh asked and Chuck shook his head hard enough to negate that.

'NO.'

Chuck wrote quickly and then thrust it out as Raleigh patted the bacon to get the excess grease off.

'I'm already regretting asking u, alright? The last thing I need is to see u in ur undies. I bet u wear whities.'

"Hey! I wear boxer briefs, you jerk. Tightey-whities are soooo last season. Also, Jazz would murder me for that fashion crime. She's majoring in it and if I'm related to her, I'm gonna not cause her pain by dressing, and I quote, 'like a fisherman with no sense'. She's already tried to kill my sweaters, okay?" Raleigh grumbled as he dumped most of the bacon into the soup.

'Wait. Seriously?'

"Yeah, seriously."

'Ur jumpers r how I know it's u. No one else at the bar wears them like u do.' If Raleigh tilted it right, it might've been a compliment but Chuck didn't do those.

"Uhhhh, thanks, I think. Now, eat your soup and rest some more, alright?" Raleigh served up a decent bowl that would go down well with Chuck and reserved the rest of the soup in the pot, closing it with a lid. "Don't even think about ruining my soup by sticking it in the microwave. Heat it up on the stove on low." He looked at Max. "Do I need to take Max for a poop?"

'Probably. His lead's in the hall.'

Raleigh grabbed the red leash and Max was suddenly at his feet, butt wagging furiously.

He barely had room to tug on his boots.

"I'll be back! Finish that soup, Chuck!" The door closed with a clunk behind him. He laughed when Max tugged him down the street, barely giving him time to shrug on his jacket and wrap his scarf up the right way.

"Is that Max I hear?" Max boofed and somehow his butt wiggled even harder. "It is~" An older woman was sitting on the porch, her hands cradling a warm drink with a blanket in her lap. "Oh! You're not Chuck!"

"Ahh, no. He's sick," Raleigh mentioned with a shrug, his muscles straining as Max tugged on the leash in this woman's direction. "Max, pas maintenant*." He chided.

"You must be that friend of his."

"... Umm," Raleigh's face heated up as he thought about Chuck, who was probably miserably eating his soup and scrubbed at the back of his neck.

"Oh, I see. How long?" Her confidential tone made Raleigh want to combust from embarassment.

"Coupla months," he choked out, "Gotta go, ma'am, Max is, umm..."

"Go on. Chuck's got himself a keeper! You tell him Mrs. Gage said so, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am." Raleigh agreed as Max tugged on the leash again.

"Chuck, I swear to God that you've got the nosiest neighbors—" Raleigh froze at the sight of a man who could only be Chuck's Dad.

He let Max off the leash on autopilot after he closed the door, hanging it up like he'd seen it earlier. Raleigh kicked off his boots again and set them against the foyer frame, this time a great deal neater than they'd been before.

"You must be Raleigh," the man said as though he hadn't thrown their whole plan out of wack. "I'm Herc."

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." He let his manners take over, a smile on his face as he shook the offered hand. "Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee?"

'Dad doesn't do tea.' When the whiteboard popped up from the couch, it seemed Chuck had retreated back with his blanket nest.

"Mm, coffee then?" Raleigh hummed as Herc looked between them. "Milk? Creamer?"

"Creamer, if you don't mind."

He busied himself preparing two cups of coffee and then dug into the supplies he'd organized on the counter, muttering to himself in Korean as he read the instructions for the citron tea he'd brought over.

"Coffee 'n creamer for us, tea for Chuck. Don't make that face. It's gonna feel nice and it's yuzu, vaguely lemony with honey." He sat next to Chuck, reaching to adjust the blankets and handing over the tea.

'Ur gonna get sick.'

"Mmm, yeah, probably. Do I look like I mind?" Raleigh pointed out as he gently pecked Chuck on the lips. Chuck grumbled wordlessly but snuggled closer as he drank his tea. He made a noise of surprise at the taste and looked at Raleigh with a wordless question. "So-Yi suggested it when I dropped by the bar. Y'know, half of them thought you got in a fight or dropped off the face of the planet. Being sick never even occurred to them."

'Liar.'

"No, that's what you get when literally three people have your number, you dumbass." He bickered back, looking up when a muffled laugh brought him back to their current situation.

Right.

Chuck's Dad.

"Y'know, I almost didn't believe my son when he said he was dating someone. He works hard and doesn't remember to leave time for himself but I can see he's in good hands with you." The pride Herc had for his son was clear in nearly every word he spoke.

"Yeah, well I could've said the same a while back. Chuck's sweet under like, fifteen layers of asshole, but you gotta have enough patience for the layers." Raleigh ribbed Chuck gently, letting himself touch instead of shying away from Chuck. They had to make this convincing—At least that was how he justified it to himself. "Mmm, you've got a fever." He told Chuck as he brushed the damp ginger hair away from Chuck's forehead.

'No shit, u wanker. What r u doing?'

Raleigh leaned in close and whispered his answer, "I'm being your boyfriend, hell practically the perfect one. The least your dumbass could do is play along, right?"

Chuck huffed at that and leaned into the casual touch. 'whatever. R we still doing that ice thing?'

"Like I'm gonna miss the chance to see you fall on your ass?" Raleigh teased. "We'll just have to reschedule for when you're better."

"I'll leave you two to be cutesy." Herc chuckled and Raleigh nearly face palmed.

They were totally—"Oh God, I'm the worst host-"

'Sorry Dad.'

"Don't be sorry. You two remind me of a better time." Herc only smiled at them and let himself out, nudging Max away from the door with his foot out of years of practice.

Raleigh practically turned the air blue with French curses before he sighed. "At least your Dad's convinced?"

"Why'd you kiss me?" Chuck's voice, as raspy as it was, caught his attention immediately.

"We're supposed to be dating. If I really was your boyfriend, I wouldn't let a cold keep me from kissing you. You were just so adorably grumpy," Raleigh replied before he caught what came out of his mouth. "I-I mean, I've gone and done it with my other relationships, y'know, so I thought you wouldn't mind—"

"Raleigh." Chuck's gaze cut off his voice faster than anything else. "Did you call me adorably grumpy?"

"No," he denied it quickly, valiantly trying to ignore how his face felt like it was on fire.

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

"Raleigh, I-"

"I think I might be in love with you." He blurted and then slapped both of his hands over his mouth in shock.

Oh he was so screwed; Chuck was going to break off their agreement, break up with him even though they weren't really dating and why did that thought hurt so much?

Raleigh made to stand, one foot planted on the floor when Chuck's hand shot out and grabbed the front of his sweater.

"I thought it was hopeless," Chuck coughed before he continued hoarsely. "that there was no way in a million years that sunshine personified would ever like me enough, but you said... You said you're in love with me."

Huh. Weren't they a match made in heaven; oblivious as hell until one of them confessed.

Raleigh settled back into the blankets and whispered, "'Sunshine personified'? Really?"

"Don't you start, Rahleigh."

"Well, since we're actually dating, there is a way to shut me up."

He was going to regret it later, he knew, but the feel of Chuck's tongue in his mouth over-rode the resignation of being sick right along with his boyfriend.

Mako only laughed when Raleigh whined about being sick.

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urwarriorangel · 7 years ago

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scream (jon snow au)

i rlly want to say that this is a college!au but it’s just a modern!au. pls enjoy this bc it’s so fucking cute omg (w: kissing kissing)

(gifs aren’t mine!!!!!!)

"Neither of us have kissed anyone before and what the hell may as well just get it out of the way. except hahah ha ha h a now i can’t stop thinking of ur lips why did i think this was a good idea ha ha ahah" ft Jon Snow (@hcfflepuff)

You’re at your best friend Jon’s apartment for a long-awaited movie night and all you could think about was the comment he made a few days back, the comment that’s taken over your every waking moment since he said it.

It was an innocent, rather simple comment really. But you couldn’t stop making it something more than it was.

All he said was “I’m getting damn tired of this involuntary celibate life. Someone put me out of my misery.”

To which you responded: “Come on Jon, we’ve been best friends all our lives. Lie to someone who doesn’t know you.”

And then he furrowed his brows like the adorable little human he is and just shrugged: “I’m serious, Y/N. I’ve never even so much as kissed anyone.”

And that was the end of that. But it wasn’t, at least not for you. You hadn’t kissed anyone either and it would be nice and easy to kiss your best friend and get over it, right? Only one way to find out.

“What’re you thinking about?” You smile as Jon snaps you out of your thoughts, making his way back into the living room with a pile of snacks in his hands. “Have you picked a movie?”

“Yes, I have. I picked SCREAM,” you smile as he groans, sitting next to you on the couch. “What? It’s good… right?”

“Darling, you say you want to watch a thriller every time and then you cut it off about twenty minutes in because you want a funny movie, and--”

“No, but I won’t this time, I promise!” You cross your heart at him and he laughs, shaking his head.

“Fine, but I control the remote this time around.” He grabs the remote from you and turns the movie on, looking ahead at the tv. You bite your bottom lip as you contemplated how to ask him the question.

“Hey, Jon?” You whisper, trying your best to maintain eye contact as Jon turns to look at you, immediately taking in your worried expression.

“Yes, love, what is it?” He tilts himself and grabs your hand as he studies your face.

“You said you haven’t kissed anyone before, right?” You bite your bottom lip and he nods in response, brows furrowed as you take him by surprise. “Well, I haven’t either. What if we just kiss each other and get it over with?”

“What--you mean now?” He clears his throat and your cheeks burn, embarrassed at this point, but still determined to be straight with him.

“Well. n-now is as good a time as any, right? It’ll be simple, we’ll both have some experience. You can kiss any girl you want with confidence!” You list out all the pros as Jon watches you, a soft smile on his face. His heart is beating wildly. He’s wanted to do this with you for so long, wanted to be with you. He’ll take a single kiss if that’s all you’ll give him. He’ll take it.

“I’ll take it,” he interrupts your rant with a small chuckle at your shocked face. “I said I’ll do it. Now come here,” his voice turns soft as his arms slowly pull you closer, almost on his lap. Your cheeks burn and you bite your bottom lip to silence the squeal threatening to escape.

“O-okay,” you clear your throat and study his face, your fingers trailing over his light scruff and his perfect lips and the scar on his cheek. You lean forward and you swear you can feel your heart leaping out of your chest as your faces inch closer.

His hands brush the hair out of your face and gently cup your cheeks, tilting your head up as he finally presses his lips against yours. A rush of electricity surges through both of you as you move your lips against one another. His thumbs brush against your cheeks as you lean forward, deepening the kiss like you’ve seen done. A smile makes its way onto his lips as he gently bites your bottom one. You let out an involuntary whimper to which he responds with a moan. Your hands move to his sides and you gently dig your nails in as he sucks on your bottom lip. He moans into your mouth, desperately moving to kiss you again before you hear a scream and jump back, panting both because you’re scared and because holy shit can Jon Snow kiss!!

“S-sorry, I was--” you fight to keep your breathing in control as Jon nods, looking to the screen before looking back at you.

“I understand,” he clears his throat, a smirk making its way onto his face. “That was some kiss. Thank you.”

“Thank me? Thank you,” you chuckle and look up at him, unable to stop thinking about the damn kiss. “Ready to get back to the movie?”

“Just about,” he nods and leans forward, giving you one last peck before turning to face the screen and pulling you into his arms to cuddle. “Now I am.”

You smile and nuzzle your head against his chest, trying your best to focus on the movie and also completely failing. How were you supposed to focus on people dying when Jon just kissed you like that? With hose lips? And those hands on your face? And the noises he was making? How were you supposed to focus? HOW??

Jon looks down at you and smiles, placing a light kiss on the top of your head as he tries to focus on the movie. He, of course, fails as well. You had just kissed him. YOU, his life-long crush, had literally just kissed him. Your nails were digging into his side, your cute little nose was brushing against his, your quiet little panting, your WHIMPERS!!! How was he supposed to keep calm? How?

You stretched a bit in your lap and he looked up down at you; he’d been unable to keep his eyes off of you since the kiss really. He took a deep breath and decided to go for it, to go for you.

“Hey,” his hands gently tilt your head up and he smiles at your nervous expression.

He places a soft kiss against your forehead and you close your eyes, hoping that his lips would move on to yours. He went to your cheeks next, one after the other. Then your nose and your chin and finally, FINALLY, your lips. You breathe a sigh of relief as you feel those soft, gentle lips against your own. He smiles and lifts his head, giving himself enough room to pull you into his lap. You smile as he does so, placing quick kisses against his jaw and cheek as his hands find your waist and pull you in for another kiss. Your hands move to his hair and your fingers weave themselves into the curly locks.

His tongue traces your lips and you open your mouth for him, allowing his tongue in to massage yours. His lips wrap around your tongue and suck on it gently, emitting a moan from your throat and causing an excitement between your legs. He growls back and pulls away, an excited twinkle in his eyes as he places a stream of quick pecks against your lips.

“Do you want to make out with SCREAM playing in the background or shall I turn it off?” Jon smirks, kissing your jaw and your neck as he waits for you to answer.

“Let it play. It’ll set the mood.”.

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