#Sorry for complaining about this AGAIN two days in a row

[bare1ythere]

One day I will have an average interaction where nothing goes wrong that will be the last drop of mortification I need to finally go into my room and never leave again

[nervousimposter]

Eddie started finding notes in his locker his sophomore year. The first couple of them, he just tossed without reading. He didn’t need to read what those asshole bullies wanted to say about him. But curiosity won out after two weeks of constant notes and he finally opened one. It was the single most impactful thing he’d ever read. 

I think you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. 

He kept that note. And every other note he got from that point on. If anyone were to ask Eddie what he regretted most in his life, it would be those two weeks of notes he tossed without reading. Ten slips of paper with unknown writing that he wishes he could get back. Add them to his ‘mystery boys notes’ box. And he was a mystery, the note writer. Anonymous. Unknown. Impossible to catch. 

Eddie held out for a month. A whole month before he decided to stage a stake out. He watched his locker like a hawk. In between classes, during classes, lunch, after school and even one absolutely horrible day where he came in an hour before school started. But the mystery boy had to be invisible. He never saw anyone approach his locker but his daily note was always there. And Eddie; poor, unfortunate, infatuated Eddie dealt with mystery boys’ notes from ‘82 to ‘85. Four agonizing years of the most heart-warming, loving notes. 

I wish I was as brave as you.

Did you change your shampoo? Your hair looked so soft today.

God, your eyes have to be the biggest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen. So pretty.

I like how long your hair is getting. 

Saw you walking down the hall today and I’ve never wanted to kiss someone more. 

They started cute. Compliments here and there, even a doodle every once in a while. Hearts and smiley faces. But as the months and years went by, the mystery boy got deeper. Confessions and secrets. 

I think if I had a different dad, we would’ve been best friends.

Can you fall in love with someone you’ve never talked to?

I dream about us. 

I’m a boy. I’m sorry.

I want to hold your hand. Those rings are something else. 

I saw you trying to catch me. Adorable.

I wish I could take you on a date. Not give a shit what my dad would say or what people would think. 

I wish I could be brave enough to talk to you. 

You’re still the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.

I’m graduating this year. I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you. I think I’m going to try to figure out a way to keep dropping these off next year. I don’t want you to forget about me.

The notes didn’t continue when the school year started. Eddie was embarrassed to admit he cried that first night. He wasn’t sure how the mystery boy was going to be able to get the notes to him but he fully believed it was going to happen. He went five weeks with no daily note in his locker. And then, it showed up on a Monday. He almost missed it, the tiny slip of paper. 

Sorry this took so long. Had to figure out how I was going to sneak these in here. I don’t think I’ll be able to call you pretty every day of the week this time around but I’m going to try my best! 

And mystery boy was right. The notes were always there on Monday. Just Monday. But Eddie didn’t complain. One note a week after five weeks of nothing almost had his heart bursting from his chest. It also narrowed down his search. Sort of. Mystery boy was either coming in on those Mondays to drop off the note, sneaking in on the weekends when the school was empty OR after school on Fridays. And look, he’s failed to graduate high school two times in a row now but he wasn’t stupid. Did it take him three months after the notes to start again for him to realize who it was? Yes but to be fair, for two of those months it was Eddie wallowing in denial. 

Five weeks into school was when he restarted Hellfire. Three weeks before that was when he brought in those new little freshman sheepies. The same freshman sheepies that got picked up by Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who graduated last year. Steve Harrington who he catches staring at him from his beemer in the parking lot every Friday night before he takes the kiddies home. Steve who he categorizes as someone who is so far out of his league that it just couldn’t be him. But it’s been three months and there isn’t any other former Hawkins high student running around in or near the school. And now that Eddie’s almost certain Steve has been mystery boy these past few years, he can’t wait. He’s been in love with a figure made out of slips of paper for four years and his nonexistent patience has truly run thin.  

He calls for a break 15 minutes before they normally end their sessions. Tells the boys he needs to run to the bathroom and almost sprints out the door. His locker sits in the hallway just around the corner of the drama room. The door closing shut echos through the empty hallways, alongside the squeaks coming from his shoes as he hustles towards his locker. He freezes as soon as he turns the corner. 

Steve probably only had 30 seconds after hearing the door open and shut to process what he was going to do. He could’ve run or hid, maybe pretend like he just needed the bathroom while he waited. But Eddie watched him pause as they made eye contact instead. Watched as Steve looked him up and down. Watched him relax and lean back against the lockers behind him with a lazy smirk. His arm slowly moved up and Eddie could see a slip of paper held between his fingers. Steve didn’t break eye contact with him at all as he proceeded to shove the paper between the vents of his locker. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Staring. Broken when Steve pushed himself off the wall and walked towards him. He didn’t stop. Side stepped around Eddie before they could collide. A faint brush of his fingers along the back of his hand as he walked past him. And Eddie just watched him pass. Just like he watched him slip that note in his locker, he watched Steve walk back down the hall and out the front doors.

He waited only five seconds after the doors closed behind Steve before he jogged over to his locker. Grabbed the note and shoved it into his pocket before running back over to the drama room. Told the guys that they stopped at a decent spot and would meet again next Friday. Walked with them to the parking lot to head home. To catch a glimpse of Steve. And there he was, sitting in his beemer, staring again. This time though, Eddie smiled at him. He smiled at him and pulled the note out of his pocket. Opened it right there in the parking lot while he stared back at Steve. It only took him a few seconds to glance down to read. And as soon as he did, he threw his head back and laughed. Cackled really. He looked back at the beemer and saw Steve with the widest grin. Watched him lift his fingers off the steering wheel and wiggle them at him before he started pulling out of the lot. He looked back down at the note in his hand and chuckled again. Who knew Steve Harrington knew DnD well enough to draw a perfect rendition of an eight sided dice?

Wanna go on a d8? - Steve Harrington xxx-xxx-xxxx

[bueckersgirl]

Favorite Customer*

(seriously tho, where are the FICS OF HER YALL DO BETTER. 😭)

Paige Bueckers x Fem reader

Summary: Paige goes to the bar to blow off some steam occasionally , and y/n, who works there might have a tad bit of a crush on her.

WC: 1.7K

Warnings: 18+, smut, just straight up filth

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There she was.

Y/n’s customer crush was here.

Paige.

She sat in the same spot she normally did each time she’d go. Sixth one down from the second row, right next to the window.

She had a blue oversized hoodie worn strictly around her neck with a white tank top underneath. Her pretty blonde hair was put back in a messy low bun that framed her face so perfectly.

Y/n poured out what she usually requested- a glass of cosmopolitan with a tad bit of orange juice and some aperol. She’d also occasionally order a slider but due to the time she’d always come they were usually gone.

It may sound strange but, y/n found herself almost fascinated by her. The way she’d remain consistent on her arrivals, only ever coming twice a week at exactly two thirty in the morning-never earlier or later. She was captivating.

Y/n got used to seeing her there so often it became a part of her schedule that she wouldn’t dare complain about. She would never admit it-of course but seeing Paige after working these long shifts always brightened up her mood and made her day a fuck ton better.

“Hi, ma.”

Y/n was brought back from her thoughts once she heard the breathy voice she’d been desperately craving all night calling out to her from the booth. She glanced up and noticed her already staring with a cute smile across her face.

“Hi, Paige.” y/n replied softly while returning the smile back and handing her the glass she just made.

“I assumed you’d want your regular.”

“You remember my drink order?”

“It’s not a hard drink, really-”

“What did the last person before me order, hm?”

damnit.

Y/n’s breath got caught in her throat while her mind practically went blank right there on the spot.

“I forgot.” she whispered, causing Paige to smirk widely as she leaned back and chuckled.

Though they didn’t know much about each other, Paige found her absolutely adorable. She’d always notice the way y/n’s cheeks reddened when she’d call her ‘ma’ or any light praises she’d give her on how delicious the drink she made was.

Paige kept her eyes precisely on hers and saw how she was quick to look away making her already smug and wide smirk somehow widen even more. “Don’t gotta get all shy on me now, ma. It’s cool if I’m your favorite customer.” she winked as she sipped her drink.

“Maybe… Woah-.” She muttered softly before she felt herself getting dragged by the hip right next to Paige.

“Sorry if I caught you off guard, mama. I'm just not a fan of the distance while we’re speaking, I’m sure you understand, right?”

Y/n quickly nodded her head in response and felt her cheeks grow warm again as she fidgeted with her fingers.

“I’m- I really should get back.”

“You don’t need to go anywhere, ma, there’s no other customers here for you to attend” she interrupts with a small grin, “C’mon, please?”

Y/n hesitated for a second before sighing then quickly glancing at the other empty booths before unbuttoning 2 buttons on her vest and leaning back.

“See?” Paige hummed as she removed a strand of hair from y/n’s face before having another sip of her drink. “Probably so much more comfortable now huh, mama?”

Y/n smiled then nodded and turned to look at Paige.

Fuck she’s sexy.

She was so stuck in her thoughts she hadn’t realized how hard and long she’d been staring for or that she’d now been looking at her lips.

Before y/n even got the chance to think again, Paige attached her lips to hers then lightly pulled y/n’s face closer to hers in order to deepen the kiss before she slid her tongue in her mouth.

“Wanna get out of here?” She whispered and y/n was quick to comply as Paige grabbed her hand and rushed them out the bar.

They made it to her car and y/n felt desperate. After Paige touched her once she felt herself craving more. She grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her back into the kiss as a quiet moan escaped Paige’s lips.

“Desperate huh, mama? Always could tell you were a desperate girl but never thought you were so needy this quickly, barely even touched you yet and you’re going feral.”

Y/n let out a whimper causing Paige to chuckle as her tongue continued to explore the inside of her mouth with ease. “Trust me though I love your neediness this early on. Making it seem like you’ll die if I don’t touch you enough.”

“You know-” Paige whispered before breaking the kiss and moving on to y/n’s jaw and neck then lightly nibbling on to her ear. “I’ve thought about this so many times you have no idea. Everytime I step into that bar my mind goes crazy. I have had to stop myself from doing this earlier, but-”

She puts her mouth right on her ear and mutters, “If I knew you wanted me this badly I would’ve done this so much sooner, ma.”

She doesn’t even give Y/n the chance to catch her breath as she takes her hand again and guides her over towards the backseat of her car then swinging the door open and stepping aside.

“Lay down for me, ma,” she mumbled, pecking y/n’s lips gently while guiding her in. “Get as comfortable as you need to, want you to enjoy this.”

Y/n immediately settles down into the soft black leather seat before tossing around for a little bit until she found a position she preferred.

Paige quickly landed between her thighs and pulled the door shut. She hovers her body on top of hers, trapping y/n beneath her as she runs a palm up the side of her leg.

“You’re so beautiful, fuck. Can’t wait to ruin you.”

That short statement alone made y/n to moan loudly causing Paige to let out a chuckle. “You really are desperate for my touch are you?”

“Yes-Yes I am. Please touch me.” she whispered before Paige lightly pinched her inner thigh.

“I am touching you, ma. Can’t you feel my fingers running across your pretty thighs, hm? Or did you want me to touch somewhere else, huh?”

“How about here?” She placed her fingertips on her stomach causing y/n to aggressively shake her head, “No-no not there…maybe here?” She then dragged her fingers towards her lower abdomen.

“Getting closer, huh? How about, right here.” Her fingers finally made their way towards y/n’s clothed clit with a rough slap earning an even louder moan from her lips. “Fuck, ma. Can feel your wetness through your leggings…Christ-have you been this wet since you saw me?”

She nodded her head eagerly as Paige started rubbing slow, teasing circles against her. “Can’t believe I got you this worked up-barely did anything was so respectful, then you surprise me with this? Fuck me...”

Paige leaned in and kissed her once more wanting to taste her moans and feed off her desperation. She breaks away from the kiss then starts tugging on her leggings, “Can I take these off you, ma? Wanna feel your dripping pussy rub against me so fucking bad.”

All Y/n could do was whine out in response as she motioned her head up and down quickly, craving her touch more than she needed oxygen to breathe. Once Paige got her approval she was gentle but eager to get her bottoms off. The second she pulled them down she couldn’t help but let out a groan at the wet patch very visible on her pretty little pink panties.

“Lord, ma, you soaked through your panties…” She mumbled while rubbing harder and feeling y/n’s wetness increase more and more with each circle of her finger. Watching her fall apart beneath her with just a few flicks of her index and middle finger across her sensitive clit was a sight that Paige was definitely never gonna be able to get out of her mind.

Paige gently moved her drenched panties to the side and held it there using her other hand. She let out a moan of her own at the sight of y/n’s wet and throbbing clit right there on display for her. Paige began slowly but surely thrusting her finger in and out loving the wet noises of y/n’s pussy filling up the car. After she felt her relax a bit she stuck another one into her before leaving a kiss below her jaw.

“More” y/n whispers faintly, “Please-more..”

“More, ma?” she echoes before adding the third finger, “Fuck you really are needy. Already got my two fingers working now you need another one? So filthy.”

“Paige..So close, please..” y/n moans, arching her back further as Paige increases the speed of her fingers and uses her thumb to rub her puffy clit until she reaches her high.

“Gonna cum, ma? C’mon, give it to me, you know how badly I wanna taste it…Be a good girl and cum for me.”

That was all y/n needed to cum. Before she knew it she was making a mess on Paige’s fingers-and most likely her car seat too-as her body shook and her thighs twitched while Paige slowly removed her soaking wet fingers out from her entrance and into her mouth, moaning at the taste.

“So sweet, mama, could taste you all day, I swear.” she mumbled, causing y/n to let out a quiet whimper as she tried calming down from her high.

“Thank you.” y/n whispered, as Paige leaned down attaching their lips together once more while she pulled her panties up for her.

“You did so good, ma.” she praised, helping her sit back up straight as she stroked her bare thigh. “I was thinking, I’d love to do this again, but only if you’re down of course-”

“Yes, I am definitely down to do this again.” she interrupted quickly, offering her a smile causing Paige to chuckle and peck her on the lips.

“That’s a good girl.”

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[paigebueckersmommy]

guilty as sin? pt. 1

part 2 here

paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: gay awakening?? toxic relationship, slightly suggestive if you squint

a/n: bc this song is the only thing i think abt and it’s so paige coded

you grew up not religious, but in a religious family. you were told that being gay was wrong, and ignoring the voice inside you, you told yourself you were straight.

you were in a toxic relationship which you knew was toxic beucase of the things people had told you. when you started classses at uconn in 2021, you boyfriend was also attending uconn. you knew about paige, but had never been much into basketball although your boyfriend was.

he took you to a uconn wbb game and sat there as you waited for the game to start. and suddenly, you saw paige. you never seen her looking so beautiful, and felt like soemthing about you had been changed when suddenly you and paige made eye contact as you were sitting pretty close to the court.

uconn won the game, and you acted you payed attention on the ride your boyfriend gave you up your dorm knowing you only had eyes for paige the entire game. “yea i had fun,” you say tiredly.

the next day you had a 11 am class, and as you walked into the lecture hall you spotted someone across the hall from you. paige. you looked over to her in the crowded hallway, and quickly looked back. you walked into the lecture hall before paige, as you sped up the pace of your walk in the hallway.

you sat down closer to the back in the middle of a empty row. you sat down and got your computer out of your bookbag, when you heard someone. “hey, can i sit here?” you heard a deep voice say, it was paige. “oh uh yea that’s fine.” you say with a smirk, paige sits down also with a smirk. while you wait for the professor to arrive to class, you and paige had conjured up some small talk, when suddenly paige turned to you, “wait, were you at my game last night?” paige says with a grin curling in the corner of her mouth.

“oh yea i was. you did good out there.” you say with slight panic. “oh thanks, who was that guy with you?” paige says leaning back. “that was my boyfriend.” you say with slight embarassment.

“ohhhh.. okay.” paige said with a slight giggle. you heard her murmur something under her breath, “i could change that.” you heard. “what was that?” you say with even more embarassment than before. “oh nothing sorry,” paige said as the professor started talking.

you and paige didn’t talk the rest of the class since you were taking notes. as you two stood up and started packing up to leave she looked at you, “hey what’s your name?” paige said. “oh ny name is (yn),” you say with a smirk. paige starts away with a smile. “well it was nice talking to u see you later.”

as you walk back to your dorm, your mind is overstimulated with thiughta about paige. was she filming with you? what did she muffle under her breath that i couldn’t hear? and is paige my gay awakening?

later that night you lay in your bed watching instagram reels when suddenly you see a small ‘1’ appear on your notification box. you tap on it,

“@paigebueckers started following you”

you smile and quickly follow her back. when you get a notification from dms and you assumed it was paige.

P: yo

Y: hey how’d you find my instagram? lmao not complaining just wondering.

P: ma you told me your name

ma. the word paige typed sent chills down your spine and wetness in between your thighs.

P: what’s ur number?

Y: *** *** **** :)

*over texts*

P: do you have any classes tmrw?

Y: yea one at 9

P: wanna come over at 5?

Y: yea that sounds good :)

P: see u then ma good night

there it was again. ‘ma’

you smile into your pillow and when your done, you pick up your phone, scrolling in your phone app to find your boyfriends contact and press call.

B: hey ba-

Y: hey yea we’re over

B: what the fuc-

you hang up.

[fandomlit]

academic affair, prologue (remus lupin x reader)

series summary being a professor at hogwarts always brought you an interesting day, but your past starts to reappear in odd ways: in the son of one of your former best friends, a dog you can't stop seeing, and an old crush getting the cursed job the school. it all looks to mean one thing--it's time to stop running from the things you tried hard not to think about.

warning none

a/n if you all are interested in seeing this continue as a series please please let me know!! im loving this concept :)

gif cred belongs to @rxmuz

harry, hermione, and ron were gathered in the empty classroom you were to begin a lesson in after your snack break--a habit they had grown into shortly after meeting you their first year. your feet were propped up on your desk as you ate your salad, watching harry pace and complain about his third-year classes already, despite only being a few days into the term.

"i think they're all riveting so far," hermione spoke bossily, shaking her head at the complaining boys.

"how would you know? you weren't even in potions today!" ron accused. you winked at hermione as her face flushed slightly. you knew her little time turner secret--it was a fate few students endured, but you had been one of the professors to recommend her for the honor when dumbledore inquired.

"i was there! we learned about the benefits of frog liver in healing potions!"

ron and harry looked to each other. "I actually don't know if that's true or not."

you let out a laugh before speaking, "it's just the second week, harry. it'll get better! patience is key."

harry huffed as he flopped into one of the chairs in the front row. "why can't i just take your class already?"

you shrugged. "i'll let you in." his head piped up. "if you can read my leaves from my old cup of tea for me." he sunk back down into the chair as you tutted, "have to know divination to take theory, harry. sad, but true."

he sulked for another moment before admitting, "i do like the new defense against the dark arts professor. lupin seems good."

the other two agreed and began to chat about it as you froze mid-chew.

when you heard remus lupin was taking the dark arts position, a rush of old, buried emotions came flooding back to you. your stupid schoolgirl crush seemed to take up space in your heart once again before you had even seen him again, and you cursed yourself for letting it happen. but remus was one of your best friends in your hogwarts days, and you had always wondered what could have been if you had ever had the guts to pursue something with him..

" .. professor? y/n!"

you snapped back into the moment, swallowing your bite as you gave your attention back to the trio. "sorry. got lost in thought. what's up?"

"did you know lupin when you went to hogwarts?"

your heart jumped unwillingly. "oh--yeah, of course. i don't want to air out his business for him if he hasn't said.. but he was very close to your parents, as well, harry." harry blinked in surprise. "but again, not my place to say without knowing if he wants all that to be said." the trio nodded.

"has he always had those scars?" ron asked, waving to his face. 

you smiled a little. "yes. not those, specifically, but he always had a knack for getting new wounds back in our hogwarts days. never without a scratch."

"sounds like-"

"professor l/n?" all four of you looked to the open door of the classroom to see professor lupin himself standing with one hand on the frame, as if he had been summoned when you began to talk about him. your heart skipped while he swept his gaze to the students, lifting a hand in greeting, "hello harry, miss granger, mister weasley." they greeted him in return before he looked back to you as you swung your feet to the ground a little clumsily. you prayed your face wasn't as hot as it felt. "have you all seen a toad hopping about? had a student say he lost sight of him after charms this morning."

"oh, neville?" you laughed softly and the other three chuckled. lupin nodded. "no, we haven't seen trevor. we'll be sure to inform the owner if he's spotted, however."

lupin gave you a nod. "thanks." he paused for a moment in the doorway, looking like he was going to say something more, before patting the doorframe and moving away. after a moment you cleared your throat, swinging your feet back onto your desk and shuffling your fork through your salad.

"so, what were we saying before all that? something about divination?"

"you totally fancy professor lupin!" hermione scoffed. it was the first time you had seen her gaze properly off of her homework all afternoon. and she looked delighted about it, too.

now you knew your face was bright red. "you're loony, hermione. i'm thirty-five years old--i don't 'fancy' people."

"oh, what do you call it then?" harry grinned. "a crush? taking a liking too? or do we skip straight to pining at your age?" he dodged when your shoe came flying at him, but he was laughing the whole way. ron was chortling just as loudly.

"you three have lost it!" you declared, standing unevenly from your desk. "remus and i were good friends back in the day--nothing more, nothing less."

"remus, is it?" harry gawked, making the other two laugh and tease again while you stripped off your other shoe. the warning bell rang just then.

"you've been saved, you have!" you called as they scrambled to get their things together. "teasing a professor like a student--rotten children!"

"and yet, you keep inviting us around!"

[skribbyposts]

stupid silly zosan (again)

Continuation of my tipsy Sanji post i made a couple of days ago!! you don't need to read that first if you didnt already but I am slowly nudging you.... to my page.... sumbliminally.... (go read it)

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Zoro is at his wit's end.

It's been close to half an hour, and he's wandering in the dark alleyways of this random ass town trying to get back to the ship. In addition to that, He's carrying a very drunk and very annoying Sanji on his back.

"Marimooo," he drawls, swaying to the side. "Where the fuck are we?"

"Stop fucking moving or I'm gonna drop you, cook."

The position they're in is precarious as it is, Sanji's legs wrapped around Zoro's waist the only thing really keeping them both upright.

The cook's hands come from where they're draped over Zoro's shoulders to poke at his face. "You don't even know where we're going, do you?`"

"Like you know either," Zoro grumbles.

"Yeah, but you're mostly sober," the cook slurs.

...Fair enough.

Sanji yawns, the action driving his chin harder into the top of Zoro's head. "You're talking too long, hurry up so we can get to the Sunny."

"Maybe if you stopped fidgeting, I could actually walk straight and we would get there faster." Zoro grunts, hoisting the lanky man higher up on his waist.

"Fuck you, I'll walk myself back to the ship then." Zoro thinks Sanji attempts to get off his back, but the cook slumps back down almost immediately after raising only his head. "No, no no. that's not happening. Christ, how much did I drink? Marimo, I'm gonna die from alcohol poisoning-"

Zoro lets Sanji lament about his booze-tinted doom, mainly because he's still trying to figure out where the fuck they are but also because the blond idiot does this every time they go out drinking. He gets piss drunk off of what, two shots? and Zoro has to haul his uncoordinated, mouthy ass all the way back to the Sunny. Bonus points if he stops to spew his guts in an alleyway. Sanji stops talking after a few minutes, but the silence doesn't last for long.

"Did I tell you. We're going... uh... grocery shoppi-"

"Yes. Yes, you did, Curly. Six goddamn times."

"Okay, don't be a dick about it!" He feels the cook's spindly fingers sluggishly tug at his hair, pulling his head sideways and making them more unsteady than they already are.

"Stop. Moving," Zoro hisses as he stumbles. "You're fucking heavy."

Sanji giggles from behind him, and Zoro can feel the vibrations across his back as the blond speaks. "Oh, 'm sorry, you directionally challenged wad of grass. Maybe if you went the right way you wouldn't have to carry me any longer." "Shut up! It's too dark, everything looks the same."

"No, you're just fuckin'... what's the word? oh, incompetent. I bet you don't even know what incompetent means."

"I know what incompetent means."

"God, I'm so dizzy," Sanji groans.

"Stop complaining!"

They bicker back and forth, Sanji spewing insults in his ear while Zoro barks at him to shut up and wonders how many times they've passed that street lamp on the corner. Sometime during that, Sanji's head makes it into the crook of the other man's neck, and every time the cook speaks his lips brush over Zoro's shoulder. His hands have also taken up permanent residence in Zoro's hair, combing through the short strands as he complains endlessly. Zoro can't say he minds.

"Ah, we're lost," Sanji whines in his ear. "Completely, irre....irrevocably lost. Marimo, the ship was ten minutes from the barrrr."

"We're almost there, you impatient prick." They are not, in fact, almost there. Zoro trudges past what he feels like is the same house he saw fifteen minutes ago.

"Good... because m'gonna pass out."

"What?" The cook doesn't speak, and his fingers go slack on top of Zoro's head. "No, cook - damn it, wake up." Nothing but Sanji's soft breaths sound as a response.

Zoro looks around, surrounded by rows of dark houses and no boat in sight.

He heaves a long-suffering sigh. "God fucking dammit."

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Zoro struggles for another 30 minutes trying to find the ship with Sanji as a dead weight the entire time. he hated it (not really).

Sanji, for the 27th time: we're going grocery shopping tomorrow Zoro, tired of his bullshit: I KNOW.

ugh theyre such dumb homosexuals making bad life choices. i want to make them kiss.

Every day at 3am I rise from my coffin to write zosan content. they make me sick <3333

[losergaymothman]

hello, my old heart by me :))

read it on AO3

a college/uni charles/Edwin au fluffy drabble (QPR if ur freaky). aka me projecting onto Charles for 775 words straight.

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Charles stumbles his way out of the art building. The bag across his shoulders was heavy enough that he was genuinely debating dropping it right there on the sidewalk, simply so he wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. An incessant pain throbbed sharply in the junction between his neck and his shoulder. God, he was tired.

The glass door swings shut behind him, leaving the awful white lights of his college behind.

“Stupid six hour classes and stupid college schedules,” Charles mutters to himself, forcing himself to keep walking. The faster he leaves, the faster he can get back to his apartment and sleep.

Charles turns the corner that leads to the stairway up to the downtown area, looking around the darkened space and sees–

“Edwin!” Charles shouts, fatigue forgotten as he waves the other boy down, sprinting to the lamppost Edwin was waiting under. Without much thought about it beside Edwin, Edwin, Edwin, Charles eagerly wraps his arms around Edwin in such a forceful embrace that they both almost fall down.

“Woah–Charles!” Edwin exclaims, surprised by the sudden embrace. His hands reach out to steady them, circling around Charles' waist naturally. Charles doesn’t break the hug at all, only fitting his face into the safe spot where Edwin’s neck ends. Charles sighs, content, feeling a good portion of his tension washing away from Edwin’s familiarity.

“Long day?” Edwin asks, mildly confused. Charles hums, and Edwin huffs in amusement, tightening his grip on Charles. Charles' jacket rides up a bit from the action, chilling his back from the cold fall air, but he’s not complaining one bit. “I told you that taking two six hour studio classes in a row was not a good idea.”

Charles grumbles into Edwin’s neck, not justifying him with a response. Edwin kisses the side of his head, lips pressing into the shaved sides of Charles’ head. He holds him like that for a few moments more, letting Charles linger in the touch, before letting go with a sigh. He doesn’t go far however, one hand gliding to Charles’ while the other makes its way to the side of Charles’ face, holding it gently. His thumb draws smooth circles into Charles’ cheek and it makes his chest light up with affection.

“As much as I wish we could stay like this, we will be far more comfortable at home,” Edwin says, and of course he has to be right. Charles' mind drifts to the thought of home, cuddled up in bed underneath their weighted blanket. Charles could fall asleep right here just thinking about it.

Edwin’s hand leaves his face as he bends down, and Charles misses it immediately. When Edwin returns, it's with two to-go drinks Charles hadn’t noticed before. Edwin gives one of them to Charles. “I got this on the way here since that place is right around the corner. I also ordered some takeout from–”

Edwin keeps on talking, but Charles’ focus is still on the warm drink in his hand–a french vanilla cappuccino from the restaurant by their apartment. His favorite in the winter months.

Mortifyingly enough, Charles can feel the sting of his eyes filling with tears.

“--if we hurry–Charles?” Edwin interrupts himself, voice filling with worry. One hand still occupied by his own drink, Edwin untangles their fingers so his other can once again caress the side of Charles’ face. “Are you alright? What’s the matter?”

Charles sniffles, scrubbing his eyes while laughing. Edwin only looks more concerned. “Sorry, sorry–nothing’s wrong. It’s just–” Charles laughs some more. “You met me after my class so I didn’t have to walk home alone, and you got me my favorite drink, and you ordered us food and–I don’t know. I’m so tired and you’re being so nice–”

Careful of their drinks, Edwin once again wraps his arms around Charles, this hug much gentler than the last. Charles melts into it. “Of course I’m being nice, Charles. What, you think me rude?”

Charles laughs. “No, it’s just–”

Edwin places another kiss to the side of Charles' head. “I know, dear. I understand”

Charles noses at the fabric of Edwin’s jacket, nodding. The tears don’t stay long, and with Edwin’s reassurance, thankfully neither does the embarrassment. Soon enough, the two of them are making their way down the darkened streets of downtown London. A street away from their apartment building, Charles lifts their entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of Edwin’s. Edwin gives him a perplexed look.

“Thank you,” Charles says, grinning toothily.

Edwin smiles softly, bringing their hands closer to his mouth to do the same. “You’re very welcome.”

[heli-writes]

Seven summers, part 6.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?

Disclaimers: Make-out session, allusion to sex, no full-on smut (they're still minors, y'all!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Series Masterlist

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Sixth summer, July.

The weather in England has been cold and rainy lately. It doesn't seem to be July at all. Y/n longs for those warm, long summer nights outside in her parents' garden, playing cards and drinking bubbly lemonade. Instead, she's clinging to her umbrella and making herself as small as possible so that she doesn't give the wind too much space to attack her with its whipping water. She's waiting for Draco near the entrance of Diagon Alley. She watched several wizards enter and leave the place, but no Draco so far. Y/n wonders if he will actually show up. They've been exchanging letters via owl, as usual. At the beginning of the school year, Draco's letters have been arriving quite frequently but there were less and less letters the last few months. Y/n knows there's been some arguments with his rival Harry and a new teacher. Draco was appointed a certain position in a Club or something. He didn't really tell her what's it about but ever since he's been more reserved than before.

Y/n waits for almost an hour before she gives up. She walks through the pouring rain back to the bus stop. She stops by a Costa and treats herself to a hot cup of tea on the go in an attempt to warm herself up. On the bus, she plugs in her headphones and stares out of the window. She tries really hard not to cry and hopes that none of the other passengers notice th water dwelling in her eyes. When she gets off the bus, her head's pounding from the oppressing of tears. Y/n walks straight home and up to her room, without taking off her jacket and boots. She can hear her mother complaining about the water on the floor, but she doesn't care. She's just dropped onto her bed when she hears the soft clank of Draco's owl on her window. Y/n gets up and sniffs. This guy has some nerve, she tells herself as she walks up to the window. She takes the letter from the owl and throws some dried meat in its direction, a habit she picked up a while ago. She leans back on a chair and reads.

Dear y/n,

I won't be able to make it today. I'm really sorry but there have been some issues in my family recently and my mother needs my support. I hope the whole situation dissolves itself soon.

I'll send you a letter when it's possible to meet again. I hope you can understand.

Draco.

Y/n folds up the letter and puts it in a box beneath her bed where she keeps all of Draco's letters. She writes a quick response and hands it to the owl who is patiently waiting outside. She watches the owl fly away. I must've just missed his message, y/n thinks. Yet still she can't shake the feeling that something is off.

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Draco lets y/n wait for two weeks. Y/n got antsy with every passing day without hearing from him. Eventually, he sends her a letter and proposes a meeting in Windsor Great Park for a stroll and coffee. Y/n is nervous all morning and has to redo her makeup twice after ruining her eyeliner. Again, y/n is the first to arrive. She walks up and down the entrance of the Savill Garden.

"Hey", she suddenly hears behind her. Draco is standing right next to her with a loopy grin on his face. It doesn't reach his eyes, y/n thinks. She smiles at him nonetheless and opens her arms to hug him. Almost hesitantly, Draco hugs her back. It's a bit awkward. "Do you want to go inside?", y/n says and points to the garden. Draco nods. They take the tourist route but there aren't many other people around. It's probably because of the grey clouds that hang low above their heads. They walk along the path between rows of bushes and other plants.

Draco doesn't make an attempt to start a conversation, so y/n does. "So, how's your family? Everything alright? Your letter sounded quite serious.", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs and doesn't answer immediately. "I guess, we're alright. Things haven't been resolved but it will be ok.", he tells her. Y/n nods reassuringly but she feels that Draco does not really believe that last part. "If you don't mind me asking... what happened?", she asks carefully. Draco kicks a stone out of his way. "My dad has been involved in some stuff. He's temporarily contained.", he tells her. Y/n stares at him with big eyes. "Like jail?", she blurts. Draco gives her an angry look. "Yes. My mother did not take it too well.", he replies. "Oh.", is all that y/n manages to say. They walk in silence for a moment. "What about you? How do you take it?", she asks him. Draco shrugs again and does his best to look somewhere far ahead. "Draco...", y/n mumbles and touches his arm. "I'm fine.", he says harshly, "My mother needs all the support she can get. I can't be weak in a situation like this". Y/n steps a bit closer to him and rests her cheek on his arm while taking his hand. "It's not a weakness to feel bad about a situation like that. It only shows how much you care about your parents.", she tells him. Almost instantly, she can feel Draco's shoulders slump down. He turns to her and finally pulls her close. He hides his face in her hair. "I must do everything I can to clear my family's name. One way or another.", he points out. Y/n thinks about this for a moment. "It's not your responsibility. Support your family as much as you can, but don't let the weight of it pull you down.", she replies. Draco shakes his head. "You don't understand... my mother...", he starts. "...is an adult. We're only sixteen, Draco. There's only so much we can do. Somethings we must let the adults handle.", she points out. Draco shakes his head again. "No, my mother can't handle this. I'm the one who has to fix things. I've been chosen.", he tells her. Y/n frowns. "Chosen? By whom? For what?", she asks him. Draco lets go of her. "It doesn't matter. The point is I'm going to handle this. Don't worry.", he says coldly. Draco walks a bit ahead and y/n stares after him. She's got a really bad feeling about this but it's clear that Draco isn't ready to talk about this.

She jogs after him. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. We haven't seen each other since Christmas and I really am happy we're spending time together today.", she announces and gives him a bright smile. She holds out her hand to Draco and looks at him expectantly. Draco sighs and then takes her hand. They continue their stroll and y/n tries to distract Draco with silly stories about school and her friends. She updates him on Olivia's situationship and manages to pry some stories about Blaze and quidditch out of Draco. The atmosphere loosens up a bit and soon she finds Draco genuinely smiling again. They wander deeper into the garden and don't notice how the clouds above them get darker and darker. They're laughing about one of y/n's stories when the first drop landed on y/n's cheek. Draco wipes it away carefully. They look up and notice how armageddon is right above them. Within seconds, it's pouring. Draco pulls her close and uses his wand as an umbrella. However, the wind whips raindrops onto their sides. They rush along the path, deeper into the rows of trees ahead of them. They're almost soaked when they finally find shelter in a stone pavilion.

Y/n is shivering but glad there are still some parts of her that are dry. Draco sits down next to her and puts an arm around her. Y/n nuzzles closer into his side. Draco leans his head against hers. They don't speak and when y/n finally looks up, she immediately meets Draco's gaze. He must've been staring at her for a while now. Immediately, he leans close and they meet in a kiss. For a moment, everything outside the pavilion seems to stop existing. Y/n kisses him back feverishly and grabs his collar. Draco's hand is tangled in her hair and his other hand wanders down her side. Y/n presses her upper body closer to his and Draco pulls her onto his lap. They kiss until they can't breathe anymore. Y/n leans her forehead against his as both of them catch their breath. There are no sounds besides the pouring rain outside.

"Draco?", y/n breathes. "Hm?", he mumbles in response. Y/n's heart leaps in her chest. It takes all her courage to say: "I think I love you". Draco leans back and looks at her with surprise in his eyes. Clearly, he didn't expect a confession of love. Immediately, y/n feels embarrassed. She wishes she could take the words back. "Y-you don't have to say it back. I just thought...", she rumbles but doesn't get to finish her sentence. Draco puts his hand onto the back of her head and pulls her lips against his again. He gives her a deep, longing kiss which leaves y/n breathless once again. When he lets go of her, he looks at her longingly and strokes over her cheek. Then he presses a kiss on top of her head and pulls her into a hug. Y/n feels warm and fuzzy inside and she almost forgets that Draco did not return the confession.

They stay in the pavilion until the heavy rain fades into a soft summer drizzle. Only then, they start wandering back to the entrance of the garden. They part ways rather quickly since the rain started again after some point. However, y/n proposes that he should come visit her soon. Her parents will be visiting her grandparents all the way up in Keswick and will be gone for a couple of days. They put y/n under house arrest for the time being (considering what happened last year), but allowed to have a friend over. They probably thought about Olivia but when y/n asked her, Olivia immediately declined saying that y/n simply must invite Draco. Draco is a bit hesitant to accept the invitation and says that he will have to see how things at home. They both decide to write soon.

On her way back to the train station, y/n has mixed feelings. On one hand she's over the moon about meeting Draco finally again, on the other hand, she's also worried about him. Having a father in jail is already troubling but it sounded as if Draco was ready to do anything to fix that. She wonders if that included more than giving a testimony in front of a court. One way or another, he said. She hopes Draco is smart enough to not do anything stupid, or illegal.

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Sixth summer, a few weeks later.

Anxious. That's how y/n feels as she waits for Draco at King's Cross. Y/n and Draco have been writing back and forth for the last couple of weeks. Draco's been really quiet about his father's situation and y/n didn't push too much. However, whenever y/n brought up Draco coming over, he kept saying it probably wouldn't be possible and that too many things were going on. Which clearly indicates that things haven't been resolved. Surprisingly, Draco sent her a letter a few days ago saying that meeting her would be possible after all. Apparently, his mother and his aunt visit a family friend, giving him a chance to slip away. When y/n got Draco's letter saying that he would be visiting after all, she immediately called Olivia who immediately rushed over. Giggling, they wrote lists and prepared the house for what y/n's parents assumed was a sleepover. It also leads to her parents being quite relaxed about leaving y/n alone for a few days.

Right now, y/n is waiting for Draco to arrive at King's Cross. Obviously, Draco does not take a muggle train. He arrives via floo powder somewhere close but they agreed to meet at the station from where y/n would take him home. Y/n nervously scans the crowd in front of her. Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. "Hey, there pretty girl.", she hears Draco say behind her. When she twirls around, he is mere inches from her face. "Draco!", she laughs and throws her arms around him. Draco almost drops his bag while trying to keep his balance. Y/n quickly retreats. "Sorry!", she says. Draco puts down his bag. "That's alright.", he tells her and pulls her close by her arms. He hugs her close and hides his face in her hair. Y/n's heart skips a beat. When he lets go of her, he looks over his shoulder nervously. Distractedly, he says: "So, uh... is your house close by?". Y/n tries to see what's behind him or what he's looking for but when he turns back to her, she gives him a bright smile. "We'll have to take the bus.", she tells him and takes his hand. Draco sighs behind her. "You don't happen to have a fireplace, do you?", he mumbles. Y/n laughs. "No, sorry! We have central heating.", she says as she pulls him along with him.

While Draco feels visibly nervous in the station, he relaxes once y/n and him have entered the bus. When y/n asks him why, he tells her that there are probably no wizards here who could see them. Y/n nods understandingly. It's a short walk from the bus station to y/n's house. Her house is one of these terraced houses with white, wooden windows and a small front garden. It's nothing special really but her parents had to save up for it for quite some time and they're really proud to call themselves 'homeowners'. Y/n thinks it's a bit ridiculous but then again she's never bought a house and doesn't even know how much it would cost. Y/n pulls out her keys and opens the door.

She holds the door for Draco. "Ladies first. You can put your shoes over there.", she tells him as she quickly pushes him inside. Ever since they made a turn into y/n's street, she's been the one looking over her shoulder. Can't have the neighbours see her sneaking a boy in. She's pretty sure that the nosy old lady from across the street would just love to tell her parents all about that. Y/n quickly closes the door behind her and pulls off her jacket. Draco is standing in the hallway looking around and feeling a bit out of place. Y/n points past him. "Go on, straight through that door. There's the kitchen", she tells him. They enter the kitchen together and y/n quickly puts the kettle on. "C'mon.", she tells him and leads him to the room to the right. It's the living room which has a small conservatory attached to it. It's her mother's favorite room since it's always bright and open. In the middle, there's a large couch with pillows and blankets. On the left is the telly and a coffee table. "It's cozy", Draco notes as y/n leads him to the coach. "Sit down. I'll make the tea.", she tells him as she rushes off back to the kitchen.

She prepares a tray with tea, mugs and some biscuits. When she enters the living room again, Draco still sits in the same position as she left him. I guess he feels a bit awkward, she concludes. After she pours him a cup of tea, she asks him: "So, what do you think? Is this how you imagined muggles to live like?". Draco laughs and rubs his head in embarrassment. "Actually, I'm not sure what I expected. But it's really nice. I like this room.", he says and points to the conservatory. Y/n pulls one of her legs under the other and takes her tea cup. "Hm, you really had no image in your head how I live like?", she asks. Draco shakes his head. "How do you imagine I live like then?", he replies. Y/n thinks about that for a moment. "I guess I imagine a big house, maybe a villa. An old one, maybe Victorian? I imagine a big staircase right when you enter. Old, but classic and high-quality furniture.", she explains. Draco looks at her surprised. "That's actually not that far off.", he tells her. "I can't imagine your room though. I feel like I can imagine your dorm room better than your room at home.", she says. Draco takes a sip from his tea. "Do you want me to describe it?", he asks her. Y/n nods excitedly. He crooks his head. "Let's see. My room is upstairs, in the East Wing. It has a window facing the East as well so that I can see the sunrise every morning. My walls are painted in a greyish-blue. My furniture is black. When you enter the room, you're standing in front of my bed. Opposite the bed is the window and in front of it is my desk. To the left of the desk, is my wardrobe which is always messy and to the right are some shelves with books.", he describes. Y/n tries to imagine the room. In her head, the room is kind of empty besides the furniture Draco described. "Is there anything else in the room?", she asks. Draco names some quidditch equipment and some other tokens that y/n has trouble imagining. Draco tried to explain quidditch to her one time but y/n fails to truly understand the game. Probably, because she's never seen a person riding a broom.

"Would you like to see my room?", y/n proposes and Draco nods. They walk back to the hallway and up the stairs that are on the left. "My room is all the way up, beneath the roof.", she tells him as they climb up the stairs. Y/n's room is the only room on the last floor. When she opens the room, there's her bed to the left and behind the door is her closet. Right in front of the door are three windows. In front of the middle one, is her desk. On the left is a little reading niche and on the right is a dressing table and a cupboard. A chain of lights is strung from one side of the room towards another. Y/n makes some space for Draco to enter. He looks around the room in silence. "So, what do you think?", she asks. "It suits you. I don't know how I'd imagine your room but this fits you perfectly.", he tells her. Y/n giggles and drops onto her bed. "You think so?", she says. Draco nods and turns around in her room before joining her on the bed. Y/n thinks the sight of him in her room is a bit strange. Like he doesn't quite fit into it. He's dressed in black (like always) and her room is dominated by beige and pastel tones. "Yeah, it's bright and warm. And girly. And cozy.", he replies. Y/n snuggles up to him. "You like it?", she asks him. Draco pulls her closer to him. "Yes. Actually, I like your whole house. Everything is very home-ly.", he murmurs and kisses the top of her head. He pulls her back and they fall on top of the comforter of y/n's bed. Draco turns to his side, pulling her closer to him. Y/n takes in his scent and puts her head on his chest, just beneath his head. Draco's hand finds its way into y/n's hair and he scratches the skin of her skull a bit. Y/n feels how the three magical words lay heavy on her tongue again, begging her to speak them out loud once more. She swallows them down quickly, however. She doesn't want to make a fool out of herself once again.

They lay there for a while and y/n is not sure whether or not she may have dozed off a bit. The room's colour faded to grey indicating that the sun was about to go down. Draco stretches next to her and sits up. "Are you hungry?", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs but y/n knows him well enough that that means yes. They end up ordering pizza and watching y/n's favourite movie. Setting up the telly, Draco is fascinated by the technology and asks a bunch of questions about how it works without magic which y/n definitely can't answer. She lets Draco choose a movie afterwards and they spend the evening rotting on the couch. Eventually, the titles roll and y/n sits up stretching. She peeks over to Draco whose eyes are closed. Did he really fall asleep?, she thinks and pokes his cheek. He wrinkles his nose and opens an eye. "Sleepy? Wanna settle for the night?", y/n asks and Draco yawns and nods. They get up and climb up the stairs to y/n's room. After brushing their teeth, they climb into y/n's bed and Draco pulls her close. Y/n leans her head against his and lets her hand rest on his chest. Draco gently strokes over her back and places soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and her nose. Y/n crooks her head and meets him in a soft kiss. It's slow and sweet. Draco puts his hand into her hair and pulls her face closer to him, deepening the kiss. Y/n's heart starts beating faster. They kiss like this for a bit until Draco rolls her over so that y/n lays flat on her back. Draco hovers over her while continuing to kiss her. Y/n puts her hands behind his neck and one of Draco's hands runs up and down her sides. Y/n feels goosebumps forming all over her body. Draco's hand finds the hem of her shirt. His fingers dip under it, softly circling the skin of her hip. He leans his head back for a moment. "Is this okay with you?", he asks. Y/n nods breathlessly, not trusting her voice to say yes. She's expected it to happen tonight. Hell, she kinda hoped it would. Draco pushes his hand under her shirt exploring the warm, naked skin underneath it. Y/n lets her hands run down his back and pulls his shirt up a bit. Draco sits up for a moment and pulls it over his head. Y/n stares up at him in awe. He looks even more pale than usual with the moonlight hitting his skin the way it does at this moment. She sits up a bit and runs her hand down his chest. Draco gently pulls on the neckline of her shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off as well. Y/n swallows. She's nervous. "We don't-", Draco starts but y/n cuts him off by pulling her shirt off as well. Draco doesn't say or do anything for a few seconds. Then he slowly traces a line from her shoulder over her collarbone down to her chest. He leans forward again, kissing her deeply while finally cupping her chest with his hand. Y/n lets herself fall back on the pillow.

She won't worry about anything tonight. Not about her parents or Draco's parents. About whether or not a wizard and a muggle can be together. By the time Draco's hands wander down to her pants, she has forgotten about most of it.

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Tragically Taken.

Yan!Western Outlaw x Fem!Reader

sypnosis. Your biggest fan finally takes you. 2.8k words

warnings. Misogyny, mentions of a knife, guns, horses being shot, humiliation, insecurities, mentions of past harm to reader, depression, country accents, lemme know if I missed anything!

a/n. This is Dennis! Expect to see more of him, this is just his introduction!

It reeked of rum and liquor; even for a tavern, there hasn’t been this much alcohol spilled for it to burn the hairs in your nostrils. You can’t complain, though; business is business.

The music is loud, a tune that only sounds good if played on rusty piano keys. The women have feathers adorned in their short curled hair styled to be all the same, and they dance to the music as the men seated at the tables holler from either the tight feeling in their pants or the alcohol they consume. Lucky you, all you are is a bartender, serving drinks left and right.

It wasn’t always like that, though. No, no! You used to be the star of the show—a feather, a different color than the rest of the women, leading through the dances, a pearly smile never leaving your face—that was until you were caught with a bandit, a low one at that. He had filthy blonde hair that could be mistaken for hay. Dirt covered his face as well as his clothes, making it seem like a pitchfork suited him more than a knife. He had grabbed you as you were on your way to the tavern, held the knife to your throat, and almost slit it. The sheriff, whom you know very well, was able to aim a bullet at the bandit’s shoulder, but only when he screamed in pain did he cut your pretty face from the bottom of your nose, dragging it down until it hit your jaw. He ruined your face, your career, your dreams, and your beauty.

You’re ugly now. That’s exactly what the people at the tavern told you when you came back to work the next day.

No Longer will pearls adorn your skin, but rags from cleaning glasses from customers. You were downgraded. You’re to waste time behind a counter serving drinks to the men you used to entertain. You missed being in the spotlight. You missed the cheers and hollers you’d receive. Now that you think about it, there was always a certain gaze you’d feel on yourself when you’d perform. A gaze of hazel eyes from a masked man, a man who wore a bandana to cover his nose and lower face. He went to your every show but sat in a different spot in the front row every time. You’d say he was your biggest fan, but he stopped coming after your accident. It’s been three months since then.

“Hey. You going to serve us drinks? fucking whore."  An older man, drunker than a nobody, slams his empty cup on the table where he sits with two of his friends. You let out a heavy sigh, put down the glass you were just cleaning, and made your way to their table with a bottle of rum. You put on your best smile, teeth, and everything.

“Sorry fellas, caught in my daydream.” One of the guys threw their handkerchief at your face.

“Hurry up; we only have time for stars, not lowly bartenders.” Their words caught you off guard. You poured their drinks into the glasses and walked away with an apologetic smile. Your black pumps clack against the wooden floor that creaks beneath your every step, and with every step, you can feel yourself closing off. The sounds are getting quieter, and you’re getting out of tune with your surroundings.

You zone out again, cleaning the dirty glasses with rags. Thankfully, your shift was over in about ten minutes; you just wanted to leave and get home. Maybe take a longer path home so you can pass by the horses that are kept in the stables near the post office. Who knows, maybe Ashley will be there.

Ashley, the Sheriff’s son who’d taken a liking to you, is a fallen star. He was the only one to treat you normally after the accident; hell, you could even say he’s gotten closer since then. He’s tried courting you many times—I can’t help that you only see him as a friend, though. Even after your accident, he still pursued you. You’ve thought about finally accepting his advances and settling down with him someday, even if you don’t care for him the way he does for you, but it’s better to be with someone who cares for you instead of following around someone who probably has no chance of liking you.

Ashley isn’t subtle with his feelings, like most men. Guys here, let the women chase after them instead of them chasing after the girls; that’s exactly what Ashley does. He chases after you. not in a literal sense, but he hasn’t given up yet despite the number of times you’ve rejected him.

You see your co-worker enter through the swinging doors of the pub, signaling that your shift is over and that you can now go home. They walked by the counter and gave you a wave. You smiled while tossing the rag onto the table and left the pub as fast as you could. It's best if you avoid staying around the time the show starts; it'll only cause you more harm than good.

You sighed, hearing the old piano play a tune and the uproar of cheers from the drunks rise. It makes you feel homesick, terribly so. The cool breeze of the summer night brushes against you; it makes you shiver. The walk home is breezy and relaxing enough to make you forget about your insecurities. To distract you from the emptiness you feel. If only the accident had never happened. Then you'd still feel beautiful; maybe even then you would've said yes to Ashley by now. If only it never did happen.

You hear a sound, like footsteps from behind you. You quickly turn around to see why or who was behind you but there was nobody there. How odd.

The sound comes back, but before you can turn around this time, you're enveloped by a pair of hands securing around your waist. You were about to scream if it weren't for the glimpse of the familiar ginger that came into your view.

“Jesus! What in the hell is wrong with you, Ash!? You nearly scared me to hell!” Ashley chuckles, moving his hands that were on your waist to your stomach.

“Sorry, Darlin' just' wanted to surprise you. No need to get'll shaken up with me.” His head leans on your shoulder. “And what're you doing walking home all by yourself? Didn't I say to wait for me?" Oh yeah, he did make a promise to always pick you up and drop you off at work to make sure you were safe after the accident. Though, as time went by, it became less and less necessary for him to do so. “I just forgot. Sorry.”

He lets go and gives you his signature smile that makes his dimples show: “No harm done, Darlin'. Let's just get you home, 'Kay?” He walks to your side, having his arm wrap around your shoulder as he walks with you. Ashley starts up another conversation with you, which makes you forget about the other footsteps you heard before Ashley met up with you. Unbeknownst to you, Ashley turns his head to look back behind you both as you talk, glaring at something. His green eyes narrow. He for sure heard or saw whatever was following you before and got to you before they could. He'd be damned if you were going to be taken from him. Over his cold, dead, maggot-infested body.

The person from before hid in the nearby once Ashley came up to you. Fucking bastard. He was so close to finally having you after all these years. But no, your little boyfriend never leaves you alone; that's why it's taking so long for him to take you away. In due time, though, Dennis doesn't like it when his possessions are taken from him.

“Ash?” You stop in front of the bulletin board in front of the Sheriff's office where you meet up with Ashley the next morning. The bulletin board is put up for all the citizens to see, it has wanted posters, events and festivals happening in town, taxes, you name it. There was a certain paper that caught your eye. “Do you know who that is?” You point to one of the wanted papers that stood out to you. It was a dark-skinned man with jet-black hair that was mostly covered by a cowboy hat. Despite the picture being drawn out and printed with ink, it captured his features extremely well. The man had a wicked grin tugging on the corner of his lips, showing off a sharp canine. You couldn't lie, he was handsome.

Ashley looked over your shoulder as he walked down the stairs from his dad’s office. “Hm? Oh, him? If I remember right, he's some outlaw that came around a lot three years ago.” He looked at your expression. You were staring deeply at the poster. “But he hasn't been here since then. Dunno why Pop still has his poster up.” Ashley takes your hand and starts leading you away. “Why'd ya ask? seen him before?”

“I have a feeling I have when I did my shows.” Ashley gives you a worried look. “I don’t think it means anything, it’s probably my mind doing tricks on me.”

His grip on your hand tightens. “You can never be too careful. Let me know if you ever see that man. I’ll protect you, this time I promise you that.” You can tell that he skims over your scar. It makes your heart sink.

“I think I’ll walk myself the rest of the way.” You let go of his hand and continue walking without him. Though Ashley doesn’t let you. He jogs after you, his boots hitting the dirt in rhythm.

“No, no, I don’t trust you being by yer self. Come on, I’ll walk you.” Ashley was never one to take no for an answer from you, he got his stubbornness from his dad, that’s for sure.

“Ash, I’m not in the mood to argue this right now. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you after my shift later.” Again, you remove your hand from him and walk away. This time Ashley doesn’t go after you, cursing under his breath at your matched stubbornness. The ginger hears the sound of horses neighing in the distance. His eyes narrow at the direction where the sound came from, debating whether he should investigate the noise before he brushes it off for kids messing with the horses again. He turns on his heel, making his way to the jewelers. He probably nerves you by mentioning the accident again, he should get you a gift as an apology, you deserve it.

It’s been three hours since your shift started and it was a relatively slow day. Not that you’re complaining. The usual customers come in and out, making their usual comments about you, you really should be used to this by now.

You have your back turned to the tables, washing glasses with the same rag. Again and again.The cycle repeats. You put the glasses away. Again and again. You look at the stage, reminiscing. Your mind takes you back in time. Again and again. Your eyes close a smile graces your lips. That was the golden days. You wish it didn’t have to change. You wish you weren’t ugly.

A singular tear falls from your eye. But your emotional time is cut short when you hear a loud bang. Your eyes shoot up. Looking around to see if the gunfire came from outside the saloon or inside. No one seemed to be in pain but the performers ran backstage screaming and the customers went to see what all the commotion was about.

You couldn’t move. The thought of hearing a gunshot made you scared.

There was another round of shots, and the customers who went to leave the pub got shot right in the head. The remaining customers too began to scream and run around like headless chickens. But you just couldn’t.

With all the commotion happening, the one who caused the fires walked into the pub. Pushing the swinging doors to make his entrance look grand. It’s the man you’ve been seeing at your shows, there’s no doubt about that.

The wooden floorboards creak beneath his heavy boots. He skims around the crowd of people who are now making their rushed exit, and his eyes finally land on the one he came for, you.

The gun in his hand sends shivers down your spine. You don’t want to be anywhere near a weapon like that ever again. You’re gonna make a break for it. You bolt around the counter and try to run past the man, but his hands are too quick. He grabbed you by your arm with ease. “Tut, tut, where do you think yer goin’ lil star?” With his hand still holding onto you, he tugs the bandana off his face with a single finger with his unoccupied hand. “I’ve been waiting a real long time to speak to you, and yer gonna run from me? Yer biggest fan?” He grins wickedly, enjoying the scared look in your eyes. You know notice that not only is he the man from your shows, but also the man from the wanted poster you looked at earlier with Ashley.

“L-let go of me, please!” You try to tug yourself away from him but it only makes his grip on you tighter. “Please, I won’t tell anyone that you’re here! You can get out of here without anyone noticing, I promise!” You lose hope of leaving when he laughs. His unoccupied hand cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your scar in adoration. The look catches you by surprise. No one has ever looked at you like that, not after the accident.

“And what if I want to cause a scene? It’s boring to just walk out without any attention on me. Even more boring if I walk out without my property.” He takes a deep breath, staring deep into your eyes, even looking at your nasty scar. “Now we best get goin’.” “What—” Before you can finish your sentence, the man completely takes off his bandana and shoves it in your mouth like a gang. He puts his gun back on his waist and your eyes follow his movements. You take notice of the rope he had on his waist which he made use of by turning you around and tying your hands back. You tried resisting but the man was just too strong.

The man lifts you like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder and makes his way out of the pub with you. You can hear the sound of horses running, meaning the sheriff knows you’re in danger. Your heart fills with hope, you’ll be saved!

“Heh, the Sheriff sure doesn’t waste anytime now, does he?” You were thrown on his horse, which was right in front of the pub. He climbed onto the saddle and lifted you on his lap. He wasted no time in grabbing the harness and bolting away. You looked behind the man and saw the sheriff, along with Ashley chasing after the two of you. You could only hope that they manage to free you from this maniac.

Within two minutes, the two of them were able to catch up to you. The man takes notice of that as well but only smiles. He takes out his gun and reloads it, squinting his left eye and aiming the gun to point at the sheriff. You wanted to scream, but the gag in your mouth prevented you from doing so. Why did you always have to be caught in these types of messes?

It didn’t take long for the man to fire his gun. When he did, the shot hit the Sheriff’s horse which fell and knocked Ashley’s dad off. Though, that did not stop Ashley. He persisted through, even going faster than before to make sure he was tailing directly behind the horse. The three of you were well beyond the outside of the town, if Ashley were to fall also, it would take him hours to return home.

The man pointed his gun, aiming for Ashley’s horse to get him off his tail. You tried moving around to prevent him from taking the shot, but it didn’t work. All you could do was helplessly look at your friend with pleading eyes praying he would get you away from your kidnapper. “(NAME)!” Ashley is now directly next to the man’s horse, holding out his left hand for you to grab so he can take you away. But your hands are tied, and Ashley now notices that. He reaches over in a flash to get you but misses.

The man holding you smirks, “Aw.. leaving so soon?” He aims his gun at Ashley’s horse and fires. In your head, it all happens in slow motion. Ashley’s horse stands on its hind legs as he’s knocked off the saddle.

Don’t leave me with this guy! You silently cry, your head being pressed closer to the man’s chest. “Shh.. don’t cry, sugar. Don’t worry ‘bout them. You’ll be much happier with me. I can guarantee you that.”

[ayyko-rona-yoo]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐑!𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Remember that the Soviet Union is not only Russia. 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

First, let’s figure out how someone from the USSR could have ended up in the States. There were only two options: either you were stripped of your citizenship or you fled the country. Let’s take the first one - suppose your father was a writer and he was stripped of his citizenship because he was writing literature that was against the country’s ideology (I won’t go into details because in reality things were more complicated and scary). You don’t know how your father had connections there, but pretty soon your family got invited to the United States. The person who invited you was Mr. Noel. He also allowed you to stay at his house until you find a place to live.

He’ll probably see you for the first time when he goes to Chris with Knox to give him moral support, and if he’s hesitant, kick his ass.

You didn’t go to any school because you didn’t have the proper documents for enrollment yet, but every morning you walked Chris to her school.

"Where is she?" Charlie asked.

Knox looks at the crowd for a few seconds and points to Chris walking next to you. You stop at the entrance and she goes inside. You wave your hand at her and turn around to walk away. And Charlie stunned.

"Well, this is… Chris? You certainly have less chance than Denburry."

"I know… wait, who are you looking at?"

The next day he’ll try to get to know you. Like… It’s Charlie. I don’t think he’d wait long if he was up to something. The only reason he didn’t do it yesterday was because he didn’t want to hurt Knox’s feelings. He was quite sure that charm you would be as easily as possible. However, he did not expect that you would not be very talkative. And one more thing. Obviously, your English isn’t the best at the moment, and that complicates things, too. But the other problem is that his manner of speech and his behavior… scared you off a bit.

'I’m not serious at all, and I pass no skirt by' - that’s what you’d expect from a guy like that. In the society you grew up in that kind of behavior was discouraged and considered suspicious.

So the only thing you could say when a guy you didn’t know stopped you on the street with a playful grin was quick 'Sorry, I have to go'.

And now Charlie stunned again. How is that even possible? Back at Wellton, he didn't say a word when the poets asked him how it had gone. He told them so confidently that you won't be able to resist him. So how can he now admit that you ignored him?

Of course he’ll be teased about it, especially by Cameron. "Our Nuwanda can’t pick up a girl, huh?"

"Just shut up."

Again, this is Charlie. I believe he wouldn’t give up so easily. So now you meet him almost every time you walk Chris to school. And honestly, it was pretty creepy.

But then again, he didn’t do anything… outrageous, right? He wasn’t stalking you, you two were always out in public, so if you needed help… I think it’s clear what I mean.

At first, he just said hello and asked how you were doing. Then, when you didn’t answer, he said something about himself, about how his day was, complaining about Mr. Nolan. And even though you didn’t understand half of what he was saying, over time, you got used to his company. It took a long time, but Charlie was on cloud nine when you first answered him, "Not too bad… You?"

He was so proud of himself, so that night he wouldn’t shut up. Even after Cameron threw something at him for the third time in a row, so that he would stop talking and let him sleep.

Charlie finally got your name. You’ve had no contact with any of the locals other than the Noel family, so you’re not sure how anyone would react if they knew who you are and where are you from. What’s your name got to do with it? Well, it sounds unusual at least, so… easy to guess. Anyway, Charlie only knows your first name. So far.

Before you knew it, you were waiting for him to show up. Soon you even began to answer him with short simple phrases and laugh with his jokes, if you understood them.

Poems. Well. It’d be weird if he didn’t come up with a few poems about you, right? But you’re not used to the sound of English poetry. Although it’s better to say poetry in English.

I’m not sure how to describe it, but poems in Russian are very rhythmic, they hold a permanent rhyme. They sound different. So when Charlie first read you a poem, you didn’t even get what it was. Congratulations, this is the second time you’ve broken his heart.

One day you offered to walk you home. You’ve known each other for almost two months, and you’re in a good mood today. Why not spend more time with him? And, of course, Charlie could not refuse such an offer. While you were walking, you were talking about yourself more than usual, and even though you were still afraid to tell Charlie the details, you were very eager to give him a hint.

"Was it a poem again?" you said, standing at the front door.

"God, don’t say that, you’re making my heart bleed!"

"The only thing that bleeds is my passport," you opened the door and entered the house. "See you tomorrow, Nuwanda."

The next day he’d walk you home again. You said you had to hurry somewhere, but he insisted. Actually, Mr. Noel was supposed to be taking your family to the embassy today, so when you came, everyone was getting in the car.

You wanted to say goodbye to him, but he asked, "What you meant by 'the only thing that bleeds is your passport'?"

Should you tell him now? You looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, then sighed and took your passport out of your purse and handed it to him.

"I guess now you see what I meant," you muttered with a shy smile.

Its cover is red. Yellow letters, two words – 'СССР ПАСПОРТ' (In fact, red passports were introduced only in the 1970s, but it's not an archive document and I’m not here to teach a full history lesson. So let’s pretend that in 1959 it was already red, not gray).

"Are you coming with us, miss?"

"Yeah, I’m coming." You grabbed your passport out of his hand and went to Mr. Noel’s car, waving goodbye to Charlie.

Well. When you’re a guy from a wealthy American family who goes to a prestigious private school and lives a quiet life, the chance that you meet someone from the USSR… Is there even a chance?

Anyone would be shocked, maybe scared even. But Charlie… Of course he didn’t expect it and he’s surprised. But given his personality and character, I think he would rather be pleasantly surprised. Perhaps even excited.

Now it all makes sense. That's why you avoided him at first, why you spoke rarely and why you seemed to have a slight accent. Turns out he was right about the last one.

He’s definitely gonna be proud that he’s the one who got such an unusual girl like you. He’ll tell the dead poets about it as soon as he gets back to Welton. Cameron will be the only one who won’t believe him.

After that, you became more open with him. You’re still embarrassed by your poor English, which Charlie secretly likes. You told him why you live in the Noel house and about your friendship with Chris. You didn’t tell him the details of how you got here. He asked you a lot of questions, so you had to say it is very painful memories and you’re not ready to talk about it.

Charlie wouldn’t be Charlie if he didn’t ask you to teach him Slavic swearing. He literally begged you to, so you had to give up. Now it's the best way to shut Richard up when he does something annoying. He also mutters the curses under his breath when Mr. Nolan gives a speech.

You grew up in the Soviet Union, where a working woman was a normal thing (it's a myth that there was full equality of men and women in the USSR; but again – it's not a history class). So when the question arose of how to renew your visa, you immediately began to think about how to get a job. And Charlie sincerely does not understand this. You can just get married, can’t you? It’s the simplest and seemingly obvious option.

He’ll ask you to marry him. Many times. Every time you start talking about how hard to find a way to stay in the States is. Maybe it’ll sound like a joke at first. But the embassy continues to reject your application, so he starts talking about it more seriously.

© 𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐤𝐨-𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚-𝐲𝐨𝐨 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝.

[marvelobsessed134]

can you do a smut of current day Nikki and Tommy reader is 31 Nikki 64 Tommy 60 where the reader is at the mötley meet and greet

Nikki and Tommy like what they see while posing for a picture with them Nikki and Tommy give each other a wicked smirk

The reader goes to watch the concert all night Nikki keeps looking at you in the front row then sticks out his tongue suggestingly then Tommy comes out to talk to the audience and looks at you

At the end of the crüe set. Nikki ask bodyguard to finds reader

The bodyguard takes you backstage to where Nikki and Tommy are waiting for reader

Then they both fucked the reader at the same time in the dressing room and round 2 at the hotel

Two is better than one

A/n: Now THIS is my shit. Also I’ve never written a threesome before so bare with me lol.

Parings: Current!Terror Twins x Fem!reader

Warnings: Dom!nikki, dom!tommy, sub!reader, rough smut, semi dub/con (if you squint), age gap (Nikki is 64, reader is 31 and Tommy is 60), squirting, and I think that’s it?

Summary: basically the request lol thank you, anon!

“Oh my god, oh my god.” That’s all your thoughts were as you were next in line to meet THE Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee! You took a few deep breaths before it was your turn.

You walked up to them excitedly with a big smile. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m seeing you guys you have no idea how long I’ve looked up to you…and I’m sorry.” You apologized at the end of your rambling. The two men looked you up and down, though it was subtle and didn’t catch your attention. They liked what they saw. As you took photos with them and they signed your stuff, they gave each other a wicked smirk.

When you hugged both of them, they loved the way your breasts pushed against their chests. After you said goodbye to them with a big smile, you made your way to your seat.

“Um, excuse me ma’am but you’ve been moved to front row.” A security guard said. Your eyes widened in shock, “Wow okay.” You’re definitely not complaining. Especially if you get to see the terror twins up close again.

The show was so awesome, but you noticed Nikki stealing glances at you, and when Tommy came out to talk with the audience he kept looking at you. You blushed every time.

After the show, you were about to leave when the same security guard pulled you aside and told you that Nikki and Tommy wanted to see you again backstage. You were shocked but so excited. You followed the guard to Tommy’s dressing room. “She’s all yours.” The guard said as he opened the door and you walked in.

The two older men stood up immediately, their eyes roaming over you body. Their erections easily seen through their pants.

“Well, what do we have here?” Nikki asked with a teasing tone and grin. “Um, you guys told me to come here?” You asked nervously.

Tommy walked towards you, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You look so pretty.” You blushed at the compliment. Nikki walked up behind Tommy and played with the hem of your shirt.

“She is isn’t she? How’d you like to show sweetheart?” Nikki asked.

“I-it was good.” You replied shakily.

“Yeah? You want to come to the after party?”

“Really? I’d love to! Let’s go!”

“Oh no, honey the after party is right here, just the three of us.” Tommy piped up.

They sat you down on the couch and let their hands run over your body, under your shirt and your skirt. “So what do you say sweet thing? You wanna party with us?” The bassist asked. You nodded frantically. The two men smirked before Tommy grabbed your face and kissed you passionately. You moaned into his mouth, while Nikki lifted your shirt and pulled it over your head revealing your lacy black bra.

“Jesus Christ. So fucking sexy.” He groaned before tearing off your bra and pulling a nipple into his mouth. You threw your head back and moaned in ecstasy. Tommy attacked your neck, leaving dark hickies. You squirmed under them both, the only sounds coming out of you were moans and sighs.

“I think she likes this, don’t you Sixx?” Tommy asked with a cheeky grin. “Oh yeah she definitely does. Do you think we should fuck her now or tease her?”

“I’d say tease her but my cock feels like it’s about to explode if I don’t get into her pretty pussy soon.”

“Who says you’re getting her pussy?”

The drummer rolled his eyes, “either way, I need her around me somehow.”

Nikki agreed and pulled down your skirt, before pulling down your panties as well, putting them in his pocket. Your legs spread on their own accord. “Look at this sweet pussy. Just begging to be touched. Isn’t that right baby?” All you could do was nod at Nikki’s words.

Tommy ran a finger through your folds and you hissed. He licked your arousal off his finger. Then the drummer spread your lips perfectly allowing Nikki to eat you out like a man starving.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” You moaned. Tommy rubbed his finger on your clit as Nikki worked his magic on you. “Fuuuck…Nikki, Tommy- I’m gonna-“ you cut yourself off with a large moan as you squirted all over the bassist’s face.

“I didn’t think she was a squirter. Isn’t that exciting?” Tommy spoke before sticking one of his long, calloused fingers into your tight hole, and adding a second one making the pleasure you already felt skyrocket. The drummer continued to curl his fingers up into you hitting your special spot every time. Nikki on the other hand, was already stripped down and jerking off to the scene in front of him.

“Fuck, keep doing that Tommy. I wanna see her squirt again.” Nikki groaned. And so, the older man picked up the pace and you felt yourself overwhelmed with pleasure as you clenched around his fingers and squirted once again.

“Oh fuck!!!!” You screamed in pleasure. Tommy licked your cum off his fingers. “Holy fuck that was hot. Alright baby, on all fours.” Nikki said as he started walking towards the two of you. You scrambled to get into position. Tommy stripped out of his clothes before tapping his large cock against your lips. You opened your mouth and gratefully let him enter you, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged and moaned around the base of his cock.

Then, you felt Nikki rub himself against your folds before pushing in slowly, deep inside. You moaned around Tommy’s cock.

“Oh yeah, keep doing that Nikki it feels so good when she moans.” Tommy said to his best friend. “I definitely will. She’s so fucking tight even when she’s all wet.” The bassist responded.

Soon they were both thrusting into you, fast and hard. “Mmmmmmm.” Was all you could manage out.

“I’m gonna cum, you better swallow it all.” Tommy warned and you looked up at him with teary eyes. His eyes rolled back as he shot his load down your throat. You were forced to swallow it all.

Nikki was still pounding into you from behind, hitting your g spot every time. Tommy used his cock as a gag, so you couldn’t say or do anything but moan pathetically. Once you clenched around him, it was over for both you and the bassist as you came around him and Nikki quickly finished on your back.

“Holy shit that was fucking awesome dude.” Tommy sighed once he removed himself from your mouth. You had no energy whatsoever, just laid there.

Nikki looked down at you as your eyes were closing and chuckled, “I think we better get this one back to the hotel.”

[taurusdaylight]

seven days to say i love you

summary. you and jeno can't get enough of spending time together even when you are practically glued to each other's side at any given opportunity. but spending seven days a week for eternity with your favourite person doesn't sound like a bad idea, right?

pairing. college boyfriend! jeno x fem! reader

genre. hockey player! au, college! au, established relationship! au, friends to lovers! au, fluff

word count. 5,108

warnings/tags. none, this is 423% fluff <3 (but please let me know if i did miss out anything!)

a/n. (repost because there was an error... 😔) but hi!! i'm so sorry for the inactivity, i was so busy and couldn't put out my fics like i wanted to. but i'm back with a small something (my first non-jaehyun fic,,) i wrote this a while back and changed like 3/4 of it, and i hope it'll be a fun read!! i also came back to 2.8k notes on jaehyun bolton fic (is that what we're calling it now? yes.) i don’t reply to every comment/reblog/tag because by the time i see them it’s already so late, but i promise i read through and appreciate every single one of them,, thank you a million times!!!!!! i am working on more stuff now that i'm a little more free... so, as jaehyun likes to say, to be continued... :) hope everyone is well!

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01 MONDAY.

The beginning of the week never failed to come to you in a dreadful manner, as if to make sure that you felt the full force of what most people like to call the Monday blues. Whoever was in charge of making sure that you would experience it, they certainly did not miss you out today as well.

Not that you enjoyed seeing other people suffer, but if there’s one thing that you’re grateful for, it’s the knowledge that you’re probably not the only one who feels this way. Though, the blaring sound of your alarm ringing at seven in the morning is too eerily similar to having someone have a personal vendetta against you, serving as a very unfriendly reminder that it is also the start of the school week. Perhaps, your disdain for Mondays could be attributed to this… but there’s always an exception, right?

Despite your reluctance to attend your morning lecture, you were somehow seated in the lecture theatre by nine, giving you more than enough time to lay out your laptop and the reading materials that you needed for the lesson before it started. 

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. Often only going to sleep when the sun is about to rise, Lee Jeno has an unhealthy habit of pulling all-nighters, which causes him to miss his alarm because he’d be so deep in his sleep that he would only be able to hear it after the seventh alarm has gone off, which by then, was most likely the time that he needed to leave his house if he wanted to reach on time. The worst part of this is that he was up all night for the sole reason of wanting to break his record in his mobile games; and he plays so many that even you find it difficult to keep up too. Even when you nagged at him and said that you would complain to his mum, Jeno often dismissed your words as empty threats, still not breaking his bad habit. Reading his text message to you about how he was going to be late again, you could only let out a helpless sigh as you left his message on read.

Jeno announces his appearance by quietly opening the backdoor of the lecture theatre thirty minutes later. He makes his way over to his seat next to you, genuinely appreciating how even though sitting in front is better for your eyesight, you still opted to sit around the last few rows so that it’s easier for him to join the lecture when he comes in late without causing a loud disruption to your peers. 

“Good morning, pretty,” Jeno bends down to whisper in your ear. Removing his crossbody bag, he leaves it in the empty space between you two. Once he settles down, Jeno slides a Venti-sized Hazelnut Latte from Starbucks over to your side of the desk. The rest of the lecture goes by quickly with you and Jeno making silly commentaries about anything and everything.

“Why did you still get me coffee?” you ask Jeno after the lecture had ended, a deep frown etched on your face. “You were already running late, Jeno. You really didn’t have to.” Being late was one thing, and making an additional stop at the café is another, especially because you knew that it was definitely not on the way. 

“Just because,” Jeno replies with a loving smile. The kind of smile where his eyes would curve into beautiful crescents, his pupils almost disappearing because of how wide he is smiling at you. The kind of smile that you’d never get tired of seeing, so much so that you wordlessly lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips to say thank you. 

Perhaps you like Mondays. Mondays with Jeno where you learnt that words left unspoken speak much more volume in expressing one’s heart.

02 TUESDAY.

It’s Tuesday, which means that you and Jeno have some spare time to meet up and study at the café near campus before his hockey practice starts. Study dates with Jeno are admittedly not as productive as you expect them to be, mainly because you often distract each other from getting any actual work done. Because of this, the both of you become public nuisances of some sort, so you had no choice but to study at a café instead of the quiet library. Imagine getting kicked out of the library… that would be an embarrassing sight.

“Jeno, how do you work out the answer to question five? I wasn’t paying attention when Prof taught this...” You look over at Jeno with a sheepish smile, earning a chuckle from him. He isn’t even surprised by your question, guessing that you probably spaced out or dozed off during the lesson.

Without saying a word, Jeno tucks a pencil behind his ear and grabs a piece of rough paper before getting up and shifting to the empty seat next to you, leaving you confused. As if he could read your mind, Jeno speaks again before you could question him. “So that it’ll be easier to explain it to you," he mumbles.

Ironically, the close proximity between the two of you only makes it harder for you to focus, but easier for you to admire his handsome features. Puckered lips, furrowed eyebrows and his gold rimmed glasses slipping down slightly to rest on his nose bridge–Jeno couldn’t look any cuter in this moment as you watch him diligently scribble on the piece of paper. He is seemingly deep in thought about how he should explain this concept to you. Watching how focused Jeno was, you took the chance to lean in, giving him a peck on the cheek before retreating back quickly, chin resting on your palm as your gaze lingers on him, slyly pretending that nothing happened.

“You broke my train of thought!” he grunted. Jeno puts his pencil down and turns to you with an annoyed expression on his face, but swiftly looks back down on the scribbled paper upon making eye contact with you. 

It only dawns on him now that you were staring at him the entire time.

“Don’t do that, you’re distracting me.” His voice is quiet, eyes basically glued to that piece of paper. 

“Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re so handsome and cute.” You pause, seeing a bashful smile appear on his face. “Did you know that a guy is the most attractive when he’s focused?”

“Do you still want my help or not?” Jeno asks with a grimace in his voice.

“Yes, yes, I do. I’m sorry,” you apologise with a small smile. It was difficult to resist the urge of calling him cute again, but you decide not to tease him any further for the sake of his sanity.

“Good. Now pay attention, I need to leave for training soon and if you still don’t get it by then... that’s on you.”

Jeno lied. Even after long hours of training, he still went on FaceTime that night to thoroughly explain the concepts that you were unfamiliar with, not minding that he was practically fighting for his life trying not to fall asleep on you. 

That Tuesday night, you went to sleep with the widest grin on your face. Heart carrying so much love for your boyfriend who coincidentally asked you out for the first time ever on a Tuesday too.

03 WEDNESDAY.

Wednesday's child is full of woe. If there was a sentence that could explain how you feel about this particular day, this would be it. Mid-week crisis should be an actual thing if it wasn’t already one. Not only did Wednesday feel like the longest day of the week, you’d also feel extremely restless, wishing nothing more than for the weekends to come quickly.

Back-to-back seminars for six hours with only a short forty-five minute break in between had to be the most unappealing thing known to mankind, and you’d most certainly file a complaint if it was possible. Then again, this is perhaps part of the university experience. 

However, this still isn’t the most devastating part. What truly makes this a tragedy for you is that Jeno isn't there to accompany you through it all due to conflicting timetables. He also had training again, this time outside of school, which meant that he’d only be free after that.

You’re so used to being around Jeno all the time that you can’t seem to spend even the littlest amount of time away from him even though you pretty much see him almost every day of the week. Talk about being clingy.

The feeling’s mutual for Jeno though. Just like you, he seems to hate the idea of not being by your side too, evident from the numerous messages he sends throughout the day despite knowing that your replies would take longer than usual to come in.

You’re not complaining. Because in one way or another, you feel like that’s his way of being by your side, albeit not physically. It is his text messages of checking up on you and ensuring that you didn’t skip your meals that make this unbearable day a little more bearable. Most of all, you look forward to being on FaceTime with him at night, having him all to yourself after such a long day.

Jeno usually ends training at seven-thirty in the evening, but sometimes it could overrun till eight. Thereafter, he still has to travel home for an hour or so, get dinner and wash up. He hides this from you, but very often he attempts to rush home because he doesn’t want you to stay up too late waiting for him, and because he wants to talk after an entire day of not seeing you.

Jeno makes sure to call before eleven, always starting the conversation by telling you how much he misses you, as if he didn’t already tell you that through text. He goes on to ramble about his day, how he saw the time match the digits of your birthdate and it made him think of you, not forgetting to also ask you how did your day go. Not long after, you’d notice his breaths becoming louder, his speech slightly slurred, and that’s when you know that he’s going to fall asleep soon. Even so, you don’t say anything, simply watching him slowly fall into a deep slumber.

“Good night Jeno,” you whisper softly, careful not to wake him up and taking one last look at how peaceful he looks before ending the call.

04 THURSDAY.

Due to how busy the both of you were, you are grateful for the small gap that Jeno has between classes and practices, just so that you’d still be able to see his face. Once it's about time for him to leave, you get ready to say goodbye to Jeno with a warm hug , when he suddenly stops you by placing his hand over yours.

“Do you want to watch me train?” he asks. “You can say no. But I just thought we could get dinner after so we can spend a little more time together,” Jeno adds, his thumb rubbing small circles against your knuckle. An air of expectancy fills the small booth that the both of you occupy in the reading room as he awaits your answer. 

“I’d love to, Jen.” Flipping his hand over so that you could intertwine your fingers together, you jokingly rush Jeno to pack up his things, telling him how excited you are to finally sit in and watch him train for the first time ever. You’ve only ever heard funny anecdotes of his teammates from him every once in a while, and you’re beyond elated to finally meet the people who bring so much joy into his life.

On the way to the hockey rink, you ask Jeno more about the sport and various positions. You weren’t a sports person but thought that it’d be a good time to know more about it, especially because of Jeno’s immense passion towards hockey.

“So what position do you play?” you glance over at him with curious eyes.

“Centre,” he says, a sense of pride in his voice. Before you could ask him what that position entails, Jeno beats you to it with a rather cheeky explanation. “You just need to know that it’s called centre because I’m supposed to be the centre of your attention.”

True to his words, Jeno remains as the centre of your attention for the entire duration. You’d never admit this to him, but he becomes even more charming than he already is when he’s on the rink. Especially during the friendly match that his team had with a neighbouring school towards the end of practice, his entire demeanour changed so much that you’d think that you were watching an entirely different person.

The way Jeno plays is extremely captivating to watch. You’re not sure how he does it, but you can see him mentally strategizing his next move as the clock ticks. Even down to the last minute of the match, Jeno had not let his guard down, the fire in his eyes so prominent that anyone could see that he was determined to end this with a bang. 

Skating across the rink, Jeno moves at the speed of light, making it hard for his opponents to catch him. He is the ace of the team after all, so it wouldn’t be that easy to mess with him. His eyes follow the puck, set on scoring yet another goal despite their favourable lead. The opponents are in full defence mode too, though it wouldn’t make much of a difference since there's too short of a duration left for them to catch up. Speedily, Jeno intercepts the puck from the opposing team, skating away at high speed, still vigilantly guarding the puck with his stick. With the help of his teammates who effectively block the opponent from getting to Jeno, he manages to catch both your eyes and heart in that moment, making you hold your breath in anticipation as he skilfully shoots the puck into the goal at the very last second.

In the matter of a few minutes, Jeno returns to his usual self, smiling widely and cheering loudly with his teammates to celebrate their victory. And of course, he turns to look at you, giving you a smile that holds some semblance of shyness. It’s fascinating to watch how different he is on and off the rink, but it also reminds you how in love you are with the many sides of him; those you have seen and those that you have yet to uncover.

As promised, Jeno takes you to the burger joint down the alley near your university afterwards. During dinner, he still reenacts the funny incidents that happened during training even though you were present when they occurred. Though, this sweet gesture admittedly warms your heart because it makes you feel even more included in his life, as though he is gradually inviting you to be a part of his world, just as you do the same when talking about your interests and hobbies with him.

Time seems to slow down whenever you’re with him but that’s okay because time is merely a social construct. What matters is that you get to spend time with Jeno, who is now walking you home. With his hand in yours, Jeno slows down his footsteps to match your pace. The atmosphere is filled with shared laughter, along with Sweet Nothing softly playing through Jeno’s airpods, both of you taking one side each. It would have been wired earphones, but a certain someone claims that it gets in the way… of what, he refuses to elaborate. 

It is also a homely moment like this that makes the both of you wish that time could slow down even more as you basked in each other’s comforting presence, sharing the same sentiment of hoping that the walk to your house will last a little longer. Anything to prolong the time that you spend with each other, right?

05 FRIDAY.

Friday may be your favourite day of the week because it is when Jeno is finally free after three consecutive days of training. It is also movie night, where you and Jeno would take turns to go over to each other’s place every Friday evening. 

It was a few weeks into freshman year, when the two of you made this pact after discovering that you were neighbours. How is it possible that you’ve never noticed Jeno before anyway?

Funny enough, it all began with you telling your mum that you made a new friend in college who goes by the name of Jeno. That name clearly rang a bell, prompting her to start narrating her grocery adventures with Jeno’s mother, excitedly telling you how close they were. In her words, “Jeno is a really sweet boy, I’ve been dying to introduce you to him but it slipped my mind so many times!” Gushing about the said boy, she hurried you to invite his family over for dinner, rushing into the kitchen herself to whip a meal up in no time.

The awkwardness of the dinner was enough to kill you from the inside, to say the least. Mothers being mothers, you had to admit that you were amazed at their ability to jump from topic to topic in the span of a few minutes. Together with Jeno’s and your father laughing, they also joined in the conversation from time to time. Meanwhile, you and Jeno sat in silence side by side, and spoke only when necessary.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but can we excuse ourselves? It’s my first time at your house and I was wondering if ____ could show me around.” Jeno asked, giving your mum a polite smile as he glanced sideways at you momentarily.

“Of course! The two of you should get to know each other better. Ah, young lo–”

You cleared your throat, preventing your mum from completing her sentence. “Friendship,” she corrected herself.

Believe it or not, you had no idea how dramatic of a person she was up until this moment, or maybe it’s because there was something about Jeno that reeled in her overflowing sense of, you’re guessing, motherly love? That would also explain why the old ladies at the school cafeteria were so nice to Jeno, constantly giving him extra servings. You didn’t know what to think of Jeno’s suggestion since you’ve only known him for a few weeks, and being alone with him couldn’t be any better after having such an awkward dinner. At that time, however, it seemed like it was the next best alternative that you had.

“Let’s go.” You stood up abruptly to disrupt the conversation so that the adults (specifically, your mum) would not have an opportunity to say anything else to make the atmosphere any weirder than it already was. Jeno trailed behind you like a lost puppy, quickly following you upstairs to your room.

“I’m so sorry, my mum doesn’t think before she speaks sometimes. I hope you don’t mind what she said.” You broke the silence, not knowing where this conversation was going exactly, suddenly regretting speaking at all. You took a quick look at Jeno, who was now leaning against the doorframe, standing quite a distance away from the edge of your bed where you were sitting.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a soft smile while shaking his head lightly.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” you asked, the smile on his face now replaced with a frown as he gave you a quizzical look.  

“You’re still leaning against the door?” you asked again, even though it was meant to be more of a statement rather than a question.

Jeno bursted out laughing, “I thought I was making you uncomfortable!” He raised his hand to rub the nape of his neck. He moved away from the door to sit next to you, still leaving a small space between you two.

“Want to watch The Lion King?” you suggested, mindlessly browsing through Disney Plus.

“Are you kidding me?” 

You creased your eyebrows in confusion. “No... why?”

“I love Lion King!” Jeno said a little too enthusiastically, his eyes widening at how there were so many movies in the world, yet you somehow suggested watching his favourite Disney movie.

With the awkward tension in the atmosphere finally gone, you and Jeno made yourselves comfortable on your bed. Unknowingly, the both of you scooted closer to each other’s side as the movie played. By the time the credits scene started to roll, the both of you were already fast asleep, your legs tangled with each other’s under the sheets. 

And as most people would like to say, the rest is history.

However, Fridays weren’t just reserved for movie nights. Soon enough, Friday nights also turned into sleepover nights, which meant that other than your usual movie marathons, you and Jeno end up doing other things too.

Like now, the two of you just ended a karaoke singing session that you would most probably never have again. It was far too loud in the night for your neighbour’s liking, causing them to lodge a complaint, making you and Jeno permanently cross that out of your sleepover activities. 

Jeno comes up with a better idea of setting up a cosy outdoor blanket fort in your backyard to lay on. The sense of tranquillity is like no other, you and Jeno having a heart-to-heart talk in hushed whispers with crickets chirping in the background.

In the end, you fall asleep first, feeling burnt out from the entire school week. Although Jeno knows that you’re already asleep, he still makes sure to pat your head lightly, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Good night angel,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around your waist before drifting to sleep.

06 SATURDAY.

Saturdays are without a doubt, the most exciting for you. As a matter of fact, dating Jeno is a thrill in itself; but what makes Saturdays exceptional is Jeno taking you out on proper dates.

You and Jeno have been together for slightly over three years now, yet every date always feels like the first. The butterflies in your stomach? They never go away. 

Initially, going on a date with Jeno seemed to be nerve-wracking to you because he’d always bring you somewhere new. Naturally, you thought it was the suspense of not knowing what he planned that made you feel this way.

Deep down, however, you knew that you simply felt this way because it was… Jeno. 

“Why don’t I have anything to wear?” you shout in exasperation to no one in particular as you rummage through the closet to find a perfect outfit for your date. It feels like Jeno has already seen you in everything that you own, and you’re this close to going on Pinterest for outfit ideas. 

That is, until you hear a text notification sound from your phone. It was a text message from Jeno informing you that he's coming over in five minutes. You give up searching, hastily picking out a white turtleneck, layering an autumn brown velvet overall over it. 

“You look pretty today.” This is the first thing that Jeno says to you when you open the door, once again leaning against the door frame with a mellow smile on his face. You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks because of his compliment.

And there it is again, the butterflies. Lee Jeno looking as flawless as he could be, a cosmic latte dress shirt tucked with a pair of black pants along with a brown leather jacket draped over his shoulders, coincidentally matching your outfit. To top it off, he’s wearing a beret today too, suddenly making him look cuter. It’s as if he travelled back in time, turning into your Victorian boyfriend. 

“But... why are you dressed like this?” Jeno asks, rudely interrupting your staring session.

“Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?” you were perplexed by his sudden question. Did he not like it? Should you change out of it? He said you looked pretty though. Besides, what else were you going to wear? You stare intently at Jeno, anxious about what he's going to say next. You hope it isn’t something bad.

“I thought I told you we were going cycling...” He stops mid-sentence, brows raised as he purposefully gives you a once-over again.

The tension in your shoulders disappears upon hearing his words. You roll your eyes at him, pushing his right shoulder lightly. “You’re going to ride a bicycle in a leather jacket?”

“Nevermind, please pretend I never said that.” Jeno makes a sulky expression upon realising that he did not plan out his joke well. But he is also quick to shoot you an endearing smile. “I love your outfit, baby.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute, Lee Jeno.” And that I love you.

Thank goodness though, you were definitely not prepared to make another mess out of your wardrobe to search for another outfit when you’ve painstakingly organised it ten minutes ago.

In many ways, dates with Jeno always feel like the first. A simple thing, like the slight brush of your shoulders against each other as you’re walking down a random shopping street was sufficient to send your heart racing. Jeno’s hesitation to hold your hand in a crowded amusement park even though he really wants to, but he doesn’t know when is the right time to grab it–you can feel it, he fumbles with his fingers, reaches out every now and then, but pulls back immediately when his fingers accidentally meet yours.

And the memory of today that you can’t seem to forget. It’s spring, so Jeno thought that it’s a perfect time to bring you to a flower field located at the outskirts of the city. He’d once seen you looking at pictures of it on Instagram, making a mental note about it before he went home to do more research that night.

It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Jeno to take pictures of you, but when the both of you arrived, he didn’t stop at all, you swear he probably has a thousand pictures of you just from today.

However, what surprised you more was that when you asked Jeno to pose in front of the daisy fields, he happily did, even though there was still a hint of shyness within him since he wasn’t exactly comfortable with being photographed at times. He even went as far as to ask the other visitors to help take pictures of the both of you together, which was something you usually did. It wasn’t something extravagant, but it sure was endearing, and you’re positive that discovering a new side of Jeno made you giddy. So giddy that you never knew how it was possible for your heart to be swelling with so much love for another person.

Just like how daisies symbolise new beginnings, you hope that it's the same for you and Jeno’s story too. To not have endings, but only new beginnings.

07 SUNDAY.

Being certified homebodies, you and Jeno wholeheartedly enjoy staying in. It is also perhaps an excuse for the both of you to cuddle and nap together. You’d think that by the end of the week, you’ll be tired of seeing Jeno’s face for the seventh time. You joke that you are, but in reality, you could never bring yourself to grow tired of being together with your favourite person.

You usually go over to Jeno’s house in the afternoon, which is the ideal time to take a nap. Sometimes, you prayed that it would rain, so that you’ll have an excuse to steal one of his hoodies. Even so, he lets you take them as and when you want to. What is he supposed to do, say no? Of course not. 

Napping wasn’t supposed to be your favourite hobby, but if it meant that you could enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in Jeno’s embrace, then clearly, any other hobby in the world couldn’t possibly compare to it. Like a baby, you snuggle close to rest your head on Jeno’s chest, putting your arms around his neck, taking in his soft cotton scent. The faint sound of his heartbeat and gentle breathing lulls you to sleep, it is very much like a lullaby on its own. 

The best feeling in the world is to wake up the same way you fell asleep–still in Jeno’s arms. Not wanting to awake him, you slowly loosen your arms from his neck. Carefully, you brush his hair to the side, getting a clearer view of his face as you tenderly caress the mole below his eye, and then his cheek. He has pretty eyelashes, you’ve come to notice.

“Jeno,” you call out softly, in hopes of waking him up, but not wanting to be too loud at the same time. You wanted to let him continue sleeping, but the sky is already dark.

“Jeno, it’s time to wake up,” you try again. The clock on his side table reads half past six in the evening, indicating that it is almost dinnertime. His eyes were still shut, but he let out a groggy sound to let you know that he was awake, mumbling something shortly after. You didn’t quite catch it, but you think that he asked you to let him sleep for another five minutes. Typical Jeno.

“But it’s time for dinner,” you try to sit up, only causing Jeno to hug your waist tighter. You could barely move an inch with the way he was holding you.

“Just five minutes.” You let out a sigh, giving in to him.

“Jeno?” 

He hums in response, which you take as a cue to ask your question. “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

His eyelids finally flutter open, sleep still evident in his eyes. He appears to be in deep thought about your question before he answers. “Yeah. I’d still love you.”

“Hmm…” You narrow your eyes at him. “That took you a while to answer.”

“I just woke up,” he retorts.

“Fine.” You close your eyes and move closer to Jeno’s body, enjoying how he feels like your personal human pillow.

“Okay but what if there were other cuter worms? Like if I weren’t your ideal worm girlfriend, would you still date me?”

“Baby…”

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Epilogue

Author's note: And we've made it to the end! 😞 Thank you very much to everyone who has read this story and for all your support and comments, they mean a lot! 💜 Especially when I'm writing for someone new and I don't know how people will react 😅 Hope you like this chapter and that've you've enjoyed the story as a whole, and again, thank you very much for the support! Hopefully there will be more Pedri in the future 😁🫶🏻

Previous chapter

Masterlist

"Pedri, are you ok?" Eric laughs.

"Better than ever."

"Then why can't you stop moving?"

"I'm just excited about going out and play" Pedri says. "First game of the season, you know?"

"Yeah, first game of the season" Gavi snorts.

"Umm… what did I miss?" Eric asks.

"Nothing" Pedri says.

"Everything" Gavi laughs.

"You two aren't making any sense."

"Wait until we are outside" Gavi says before walking into the pitch for their warm-up, Pedri behind him.

"Outside?" Eric says to himself, following them.

As they leave the tunnel, Pedri turns to look to his left, a big smile on his face when he waves at someone on the stands. 

"Bro, move" one of their teammates says after bumping into Eric, who had stopped walking and was blocking the entrance. 

"Sorry, sorry" he says, his eyes still fixed on the stands, on the person Pedri had waved to, the one smiling at the pitch while her eyes follow him as he runs and jumps around: Val.

"Ouch!" Pedri complains when Eric hits the back of his head. "Why did you do that?"

"Val is here."

"I know" he smiles.

"Are you guys back together?"

"We are."

"And why did you tell Gavi and not me? I thought we were friends!"

"And we are. But he came to visit me unannounced the other day, Val was with me, and…" Pedri shrugs.

"Does anyone else know? Ferran?" Eric asks him.

"Only her friend Silvia because she was present when we made up.”

“Present? How?”

“It's a long story, I'll tell you later. But no one else knows. We've wanted to keep it for ourselves for a while."

"After today it won't be like that anymore."

"We know. But we are ready for it. This time we truly are" he says, looking at her.

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"He is going to score. I can feel it" Marina says.

"Are you sure that that thing you are feeling isn't all the popcorn you've eaten?" I chuckle.

"You are so not funny, Val" she replies, rolling her eyes. "But I had missed it."

"Feeling full because you ate too many popcorn?"

"Your mean comments" she says, hitting my arm. "You say these things when you are happy. And you are very happy, aren't you?"

"Very" I smile.

"So very happy that we are back to sitting front row with the other wags!"

"And you are loving it."

"So much" Marina grins. "Oh, corner! This is his chance."

As she says that, the ball gets to Pedri and…

"Goal!" Marina and I scream, getting up from our seats and hugging.

"I told you! I freaking told you!"

"You did, yes" I laugh.

"Val!" I hear someone call from the pitch. "Val!"

"What?" I say, letting go of Marina and turning around. 

"Val! Val, that was for you!" Pedri yells. "I love you!" he says before doing my celebration, the one he hadn't done in months.

"I love you too" I smile, feeling my cheeks on fire and the eyes of everyone on me, some definitely taking photos and videos. But I don't care anymore. "Now go back to the game and lose it."

"So mean, Valeria!" he laughs before joining his teammates, most of them teasing him about what he just did.

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"Thank you for losing."

"You are not welcome" Pedri replies while hugging me.

"Rude" I laugh.

"As if you weren't loving it."

"Just a bit" I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck. We are alone in the middle of the Camp Nou, only a few staff members who are working on the pitch or cleaning around the stands making us company.

"But it was worth it. Because now the whole world knows that I love you and that I'm not afraid of saying it."

"We aren't afraid of saying it" I correct him.

"Exactly. They aren't going to hurt us, because we are stronger than ever." 

"And it's all in the name of love" I sing.

"We should make that our song."

"It is our song."

"Since when?" he laughs.

"Since I ended up with no voice after singing it in Ibiza that night."

"You mean the night that we said I love you for the first time" he smiles.

"The very same, yes."

"Sing it again."

"What?"

"Sing it again."

"Here?"

"Why not?" Pedri shrugs.

"You are crazy" I laugh.

"For you? Yeah. Completely bonkers. But c'mon, Val. I wanna testify…"

"No."

"Scream in the holy light…"

"Pedri…"

"You bring me back to life…"

"And it's all in the name of love" I sing.

"I didn't hear you, Val" he says with a teasing smile.

"And it's all in the name of love" I sing a bit louder.

"Nope, nothing. C'mon, Val. It's just you and I. You bring me back to life…" he sings.

"And it's all in the name of love!"

"Louder!"

"In the name of love, name of love! In the name of…"

"Love" Pedri says before kissing me. A kiss that, a few minutes later, ends up being everywhere because someone has seen us and taken a photo. But we don't care about those things anymore, about what people think or say. 

We just care about us, about our love. One that isn't going anywhere whether they like it or not. 

Because this love is one of the special ones, one of those that happens once in a lifetime, one of those you think only happens in romance books and movies. One that is forever. 

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[darl-ingfics]

Concert Cooties

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Seonghwa

Caregiver(s): Hongjoong (the others are there, though)

Summary: It takes all of a day after their concert for Seonghwa to get sick, and it surprisingly, miraculously takes Hongjoong no time at all to get him to admit it.

Word Count: 2,390

Note: 1. I am still learning ATEEZ's personalities and relationships with one another, so sorry if they come off OOC. But this was the idea that has nagged at me recently. 2. All relationships were written platonic. 3. I don't know why there's so much exposition, but the puzzle subplot felt really important to me.

It was rare to have two weeks off in a row. Rarer still to have two weeks off right after a tour. Usually it was one week, then back to work. Which they rarely complained about; the adrenaline after a tour was absolutely exhilarating, and fueled creativity like no other. But it wasn’t like anyone was complaining about an extra break, either. 

The first day home, the team interacted as little as possible, catching up on sleep and refueling social batteries that had been dead for weeks. 

The second day home, at 10:04am, Hongjoong walked into the kitchen to find perhaps one of the most domestic scenes their dorm had ever been witness to. Puzzle pieces were scattered across the table, and Yunho, Mingi, and Jongho were in the process of dividing the pieces into two piles: edge and middle. Wooyoung was sitting at the head of the table, chin propped up in his hands, running quality control (or his mouth, if Jongho had anything to say about it). All four were still in their pajamas, (Yunho’s sweatshirt hood pulled over his head, Mingi wearing his glasses). The smell of coffee hung in the air, four gently steaming mugs placed strategically on the table to avoid the puzzle, the pot on the kitchen counter far from empty. 

Jongho was the first to note Hongjoong’s presence, quietly whispering, “I win,” to his hyungs gathered at the table. All eyes shifted dramatically towards Hongjoong. Mingi and Wooyoung both whined rather theatrically, their voices cancelling each other out aa Yunho playfully shoved Jongho’s shoulder.

“Good morning?” The leader held up his hands as if at gun point. 

Completely ignoring Hongjoong’s confusion, Wooyoung sat up straighter, “Hyung! Join our puzzle!” He pointed towards the work on the table.

“No! He’s gonna drop pieces again,” Yunho teased, shooting a heart-melting smile at the leader despite the insult. Hongjoong shook his head, smiling himself as he moved towards the coffee like a moth to a flame. 

“You’re not even part of this,” Mingi added, pushing Wooyoung’s shoulder lightly. Wooyoung whined, flopping back in his chair. 

“Joong-hyung, wanna start different a puzzle with me?” Wooyoung deployed his best puppy dog eyes. “It’ll be better than this puzzle!" But his attempt was curtailed but the sound of a door opening down the hall. 

“San!” Yunho exclaimed in a dramatic whisper, tapping the table twice to place his bet.

“Seonghwa.” Mingi tapped the table back.

“Hwa hyung.” Wooyoung tapped. 

“Hey, you can’t take my answer.”

“That’s not fair! We all know it’s not Sangie,” Wooyoung retorted. “We won’t see him for like, 29 hours at least.”

“That’s an odd number choice,” Jongho commented, almost entirely to himself as he was very absorbed in puzzle sorting. 

“What’s going on?” Hongjoong asked, slipping into the chair on Wooyoung’s right, which appeared to him to be the most out of the way of the puzzle. 

“We’ve been taking bets on whose awake every time a door opens,” Yunho replied. “Jongho guessed you last time.” The youngest gave a triumphant thumbs up, eyes glued to his task. Hongjoong nodded into his coffee cup as Seonghwa turned the corner into the room. 

Wooyoung and Mingi cheered, a double high five echoing loudly, prior bickering forgotten. Seonghwa started at the noise, as if he hadn’t realized there were other people in the room. 

Yunho looked over with a bright, “Good morning!” His face immediately fell, though, looking at the older man. Like the rest of them, Seonghwa was still in his pajamas, but, unlike the rest, he was wearing a mask. And the parts of his face that were visible looked so dreadfully exhausted, all pale skin and shadowed eyes, like all the life had been sucked out of him. To put it plainly, Seonghwa looked sick. Which was, unfortunately, something their eldest simply refused to acknowledge majority of the time. 

“Hyung, are you feeling okay?” Wooyoung asked, carefully, gently. There was a delicacy to dealing with a sick Seonghwa they’d all been forced to learn over the years. The problem, of course, was the unpredictability of their most uncooperative patient; there was no way to know how he’d respond to them at any given point in time. 

Seonghwa nodded in reply, surprisingly agreeable. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little under the weather.” A statement proven false instantly as he turned away from them, coughing harshly, a fist pressed against his mouth despite the mask. 

Yunho clicked his tongue. “Oh, hyung,” he cooed, pushing away from the table. His arms had barely reached hug height when Seonghwa flinched backwards, arms pulling into his chest, the violent suddenness of the movement freezing Yunho in place.   

“Don’t touch me! Please.” The last word was soft, a tad desperate perhaps, an attempt to smooth over the bite of the first ones. Yunho had yet to drop his arms, and while his lips had naturally defaulted to a pout, his eyes were much more sympathetic. “I… I’m sorry. I just… I don’t want any of you catching this.” Hongjoong frowned at that; an omission this fast meant Seonghwa felt significantly worse than he was letting on. He’d have to fix that. 

It was strange, Yunho would realize later, how in that moment Seonghwa simultaneously appeared as their ever-vigilant eldest yet also terribly fragile and young. Which was why Yunho rerouted his hug, gently cupping his left hand around Seonghwa’s face, his right hand moving to his forehead. “I’ll go wash my hands immediately,” the dancer promised, switching from the back of his hand on his palm. His frown deepened. “You feel warm. Have you taken anything yet?”

Seonghwa shook his head. “Can’t take anything on an empty stomach. That’s why I came in here.”

“Then why don’t you go back to bed and let us make you breakfast.” Hongjoong casually blew on his coffee mug before even looking up at his roommate. 

Even with the mask obscuring half his face, Hongjoong could read Seonghwa’s displeasure in the specific narrowing of his eyes. There it was, the denial demon; Seonghwa could admit to feeling unwell, but drew the line at anyone caring for him. “That’s okay, I can…”

“Then you won’t have to touch anything and risk getting your germs everywhere.” The already quiet room grew deadly silent, four pairs of eyes volleying back and forth between their eldest members. Hongjoong knew this song and dance, and had skipped straight to his trump card: Seonghwa’s fear of infecting others. Hongjoong held his friend’s gaze, watching the initial fire in his eyes dim as the reality of Hongjoong’s words set in, and then burn out entirely with compliance. His posture followed suit, arms falling limply back against his sides as his shoulders sagged, as if the weight of this charade had been a much bigger burden than expected. 

“Okay. Fine.” The room was silent as Seonghwa shuffled back into the hallway. 

“Hyung, that was mean,” Yunho chided as soon as they heard Seonghwa’s door close behind him. The dancer moved towards the sink to wash his hands as promised, flipping on their electric kettle with his elbow. 

“Hyung, that was impressive!” Wooyoung gaped at the leader, then at the empty doorway, and then back to to Hongjoong. 

“How did you learn to do that?” Jongho asked, genuinely impressed. His full attention was on Hongjoong now rather than the puzzle.

“Do what?” Hongjoong asked innocently. 

“Get Seonghwa-hyung to give into being taken care of?” “I learned from the best.” Jongho cocked his head to the side, prompting more. Hongjoong nodded towards the doorway. “The devil himself.” 

Mingi applauded. 

Wooyoung gasped. “You are in sooo much trouble.” 

Hongjoong snickered to himself as he got up to join Yunho in the kitchen. “He can be mad at me all he wants. That’s not gonna cure his concert cooties.” As Yunho poured the now boiling water from the kettle into a travel mug (smart, Hongjoong noted), the leader poked around in the fridge. They had a pitiful amount of food prepared, but thankfully some simple rice and vegetables sat in perfect microwaveable containers. He’d have to pay San back for those veggies later, but also knew the other man wouldn’t mind if they used his food for the sake of his precious Hwa-hyung. 

“Concert cooties?” Mingi laughed, turning to face Hongjoong, who was decidedly pushing the buttons on the microwave to avoid his gaze. 

The leader shrugged. “What else would you call it?”

“Concert crash?” Mingi offered. “Concert curse? Concert contamination?”

“Those are good, but I still like concert cooties best,” Yunho said, leaning forward against the kitchen counter. 

“Concert contamination sounds like an apocalypse movie,” Wooyoung replied. He nodded to himself, eyes far away. “It would either a cinematic masterpiece, or complete trash.” 

“Well, let us know when you’ve written the script and we can let ya know,” Hongjoong said as the microwave beeped in ‘done.’ After removing the warm bowl from the microwave, Hongjoong carefully accepted the travel mug from Yunho in the other. “I’m off to fight the dragon currently residing in my roommate’s bed.” 

“Good luck, valiant knight.” Yunho gave a sweeping bow, much to the delight of Wooyoung and Mingi. 

“Let us know if you need back up, hyung,” Jongho added despite still being absolutely zoned into his project. 

“And then you can come back and help us with the puzzle!” Wooyoung cheered. 

“You are not one of us; this is not your puzzle!” Mingi countered. 

“AHHHH! Just let me help!”

Hongjoong laughed to himself again as he backed into the hallway. He fought the urge to stick out his tongue as a means of maintaining his balance, shuffling his socked feet along the floor to risk spilling anything. Luckily, his efforts were successful. 

Without knocking, Hongjoong shouldered open the door to his room, which Seonghwa had thankfully left cracked open. His roommate didn’t notice him at first as he pitched forward, sneezing twice, “HhtCHU! Heh-ETchu!” 

“Bless you.” 

The sharpness of Seonghwa’s glare wasn’t hindered at all by the tissues obscuring the bottom half of his face. “I’m mad at you.” He sniffled harshly, wiping at his nose and throwing the used tissues into the trash bin he’d moved from the desk next to his bed. 

“I know.”

“How dare you use my own methods against me?”

“Well, why’d you teach them to me in the first place if not to use my powers for good?” That earned him an even sharper glare. “You’ll thank me for this. Promise.” 

“Sh-huh-shut up.” His breath hitched again, and snatched another tissue to his face before his body sagged, the impulse lost. “Shut up.” 

Hongjoong smirked. “No comeback? Is it because you know I’m right?”

“You should be nicer to me.”

“Cause you’re sick?”

Seonghwa responded by pitching forward with that third sneeze, desperate and followed by a raspy, “Fuck this.” Hongjoong instantly felt bad for teasing him. 

“Bless you again.” Hongjoong offered the bowl. “Eat up so we can get you medicated.” Seonghwa accepted the bowl without further argument. Hongjoong watched him eat the first three bites before asking, “What kind of meds would you prefer? Liquid or pills? Any preference?”

“Whatever’s strongest.”

“Got it. You eat. I’ll be back.”

The trip to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom was quick and uneventful. The strongest medication they had was the nighttime drowsy stuff, but Hongjoong figured it didn’t particularly matter. More sleep would be ideal, actual. 

When Hongjoong returned, proudly brandishing the medicine bottle, Seonghwa was eating as told but his eyes were focused somewhere beyond the wall he was starting at.

“Do you think Yunho’s mad at me? For snapping at him?” the older man asked before taking a bite of rice. 

“Not at all.” Hongjoong shook his head. Seonghwa instinctively pulled his knees to his chest to make room for Hongjoong at the end of his bed. “He knows you don’t feel good. He actually made that tea for you.” Seonghwa looked thoughtfully at the mug on the bedside table. When he didn’t say anything else, Hongjoong took the opportunity to crack open the medicine bottle. “The strongest shit we have is gonna knock you out, by the way. It’s the nighttime stuff.” 

“That’s okay.” Seonghwa’s voice was soft, small almost. “I don’t wanna be sick.” 

“I know, sweetheart.” He measured out a dose of the amber liquid and handed it over. Seonghwa took it and downed the cup without a fight. Hongjoong smiled, squeezing his friend’s knee. “I’m sorry the concert cooties got you.”

A dry but genuine laugh shook through Seonghwa’s entire body. “Concert cooties. Who came up with that?”

“Me. What do you think?”

“Don’t quit your day job.”

“And here I was planning to go into marketing.” Seonghwa laughed again, and Hongjoong couldn’t help smiling with him, patting the older man’s knees affectionately. “Okay, there, we got you food, meds, and laughter. Perfect ingredients to kick this cold’s ass.” 

“Thank you, Joong. For putting up with me. I.. it means a lot.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now go to sleep.” 

When Hongjoong returned to their room ten minutes later, the bowl on the nightstand was empty and Seonghwa was fast asleep, curled up on his side. Hongjoong smiled, unable to resist the urge to run his fingers through his roommate’s hair, but angel soft to risk waking him. That urge was followed by another to snuggle up with Seonghwa, with his silky hair and peaceful expression, nothing like the daggers and fire he’d been minutes ago. This softness certainly wasn’t something Hongjoong expected to feel at this moment when his roommate was so clearly sick and, by all definitions, gross. Not to mention he knew Seonghwa would be so upset later if Hongjoong did catch this cold from him. And that more than anything convinced him otherwise.

So Hongjoong settled for tucking his JJOONGrami plushie into his roommate’s arms, trusting the stuffed animal to provide the cuddles he couldn’t personally supply. 

(Wooyoung was never admitted entry to the current puzzle, because the bit was too funny to Yunho and Mingi. When San finally emerged from his room, he took pity on Wooyoung and started a second puzzle with him. They did not, indeed, see Yeosang for exactly 29 hours after Wooyoung said they would.)

[a-french-coconut]

Drew Tanaka (Part 6)

Healing.

Letting her heart vulnerable again, at the mercy of the world.

"It's worth it" Will assured with a kind smile.

"I can't imagine a world where I don't love my brother." Connor thought at loud next to her.

"The heart is not my domain, Drew. But I suppose that living without love is not the answer." Malcolm said mindlessly, all his attention directed on a book about chess strategies.

A splash of water brings her back and the naiad gets back into the water before Drew manages to whack her.

It's been a week since she talked with Lacy and began her "redemption journey" as Connor likes to call it.

And while Drew is willing to present excuses to those she slightly offended, she is not willing to receive their contempt and snarky remarks.

Especially when she's trying to say sorry and they are just standing there, with the most disgusting arrogant smile, one that screams She finally realised she was wrong and that we were right all along.

If those idiots think she forgave Silena, they are dead wrong. Their dear little victim will forever stay a traitor in Drew's mind.

She is trying to apologise for her bitchy attitude towards them, even though she still thinks they deserved it, but if they don't wan't her "redemption journey", Drew isn't going to make it easy for them either.

She can feel Will facepalming at her attitude and snickers when she imagines Connor giving her thumbs up and "you go girl !".

How did Will and the Stoll ever became friends, she'll never know.

What she will begrudgingly do is apologise to Piper when if she comes back. Maybe she had been a little too hard on her, and Lacy wants her to be nice with her siblings.

But the nerve to talk as if she knew Silena...

Bring it down, bring it all the way down

She wonders if the boiling inferno churning in her stomach when she thinks of her sister will one day stop.

The distant sound of a horn makes her sigh and row towards shore as fast as she can. She has never been late at dinner before and isn't going to start now.

"Why do they suck at being nice ?" She complains to Mitchell and Lacy, her hands making grand gestures in the air, "I want to apologise and they won't let me."

"Give them time, they'll forgive you eventually." Mitchell shrugs, carefully picking you every single olive on his pizza's slice.

"You forgave me easily !"

"Yes," he drawls, "but I knew you from before. Most of them forgot that era of you. All they remember is you being a-"

"Careful young man."

"a, hum, bad person." he finishes lamely.

"I have my reasons." She defends herself but doesn't elaborate. While her siblings now understand her grief, they still view Silena as a saint. She doesn't the energy nor the envy to fight with them again.

"We know," Lacy says hastily, "but don't worry about them, okay ? First, we have to get Piper to like you."

"She's going to be insufferable about it."

"As if you don't deserve it." Mitchell says snickering.

Drew narrows her eyes at her little brother, her hand reaching for the discarded olives on his plate, and manage to throw one of them is his mouth while he's laughing.

It's her turn to laugh at his disgusted face and pale horror when the olive falls on his clothes after he spat it out.

"You're a demon, Drew."

"So are you but you just hide it better."

Her little brother can be a true brat when he wants. Drew couldn't be more proud.

"Anyways, gossip time. What's the tea ?"

"Sherman and Miranda are totally in love." Lacy says excitedly, "He let her beat him in combat training today !"

"Woah" Mitchell whistles, "he really loves her."

"Those two don't need our help then, they managed fine."

"We have to do something about Connor and Malcolm."

"No, we don't." Drew says, conjuring her own pizza's slice on her plate, "they have to figure it out alone."

Mitchell rolls his eyes but doesn't press it.

"I think Will and Nathan from Demeter would make a cute couple." Lacy suggests.

"Nah, Will already likes someone else."

"Really ? Who ?"

"It's a secret."

Both her siblings groan and whine but Drew keeps her mouth shut.

They don't need to know now about the dashing, stunning, brave, and Italian son of Hades Will keeps gushing about.

His words, not hers.

Though for his sake, Nico Di Angelo should visit them more. She can't stand the sad look on her friend's face when he leaves Camp for his father's errands or whatever he has to do.

"What about Damian White and, what's her name again ? Clara ?"

"Chiara from Tyche ?" Lacy suggests

"Yes, that one" Drew snaps her fingers, "those two are a match."

"They are always screaming at each other."

"Clearly you weren't here when Travis and Katie figured out they liked each other. It was glorious."

"I heard he gifted her a goat ?"

"Oh yes !" Drew cackles gleefully, "Huguette the goat ! She ate the whole roof of Demeter cabin, Katie was red with rage. Poor Travis just wanted to give her a fluffy animal."

"He was a terrible flirt." Mitchell says with disbelief.

"Mmmh", she agrees with a smile.

She wonders if Katie told him that every time she had a nightmare, petting Huguette would always comfort her.

For a moment, everything goes white.

Then she sees someone's foot on her pizza.

"Hey guys, we're back."

Of course, only Piper McLean would land her delicious pizza's slice.

"Piper !" Lacy screeches, getting on the table to hug the girl, "you're alive !"

"Yes, yes, good job McLean" Drew says drily, "Now get off the table."

Piper obliges with a roll of her eyes and sits next to Lacy who is looking at Drew pointedly.

Making friends, right.

"So, Piper, I hope your quest wasn't too hard."

"It was."

"Near death experiences ? I know those can be-"

"A lot, yeah." Piper answers again, shortly and curly.

Drew grips her glass tightly.

Lacy looks at her with pleading eyes.

"You must be tired," she says with a strained voice, "you can skip campfire if you wish."

"It's alright," Piper dismisses her offer with her hand, "I'm fine."

"Okay, then let's go. Every one wants to know about your quest."

She gets up brusquely, not looking back to see if they followed.

"How is your "redemption journey" going ?" Connor asks her, appearing next to her.

"Badly, even Piper is giving a hard time."

"Ouch," he winces, "you really managed to piss her off the two days she was here ?"

"I am full of talents, Connor."

"I can see that, but try again tomorrow morning okay ? Give her the night to cool off."

He pats her shoulder before going join his cabin and Drew has no other choice than look for her siblings too.

As Piper, Leo and Jason tell their quest, Drew has to admit that McLean is tougher than she looks.

Maybe they really just started on bad terms and they could be great sisters.

Connor's advice doesn't sound too bad, she'll apologise to Piper first thing in the morning.

I now have two options :

-follow canon and Drew surrenders to Piper, giving away without a fight her counsellor position.

-do whatever I want and Piper gets beaten up by her sister.

I have actually already decided what I was going to do...

[wonsohl]

hii do you think you cld write abt gunwook ? maybe smth like popular!gunwook and shy!reader in a school setting

also, i rlly enjoyed ur yujin imagines! they're so adorable

omg! ofcc , recently gunwook has been biasing me lately after kcon 😭😭! thank you for the compliment abt my yujin imaginess <3 ! tbh i didn't know how succesful it would bee

young love 🫂 - p.gw

PAIRINGS: popular!gw + shy!freader

it was winter. your favourite time of the year - not just because it was the season of your birthday but because you loved christmas and the traditions of the mistletoe at school.

your school recently (by recently you mean 4 years ago) started this thing were they would leave mistletoes around school.

at first it was very controversial but they made it rule that you don't have to partake in the tradition if you didn't want to.

most people didn't because half of the boys in your school were ugly and smelt like canned fish.

however if they did wanna kiss someone, it would've been the f9.

f9? basically the most handsome, jaw-dropping, extravagant, elegant, heart-beating boys ever to be seen.

you had the 3seniorz - aka : sung hanbin & zhanghao from class one with kim jiwoong in class two

then you had the musicianz - aka : seok matthew & kim taerae from class one

and then finally the coocooz - aka : shen ricky, kim gyuvin , han yujin and your beloved park gunwook.

pretty much every sane girl in your school had a crush on them because who wouldnt?

the f9s pretty much run the school, if they ask someone to do something they would.

one time ricky asked a girl a year above him to buy him something from the school store, she bought the whole store for him.

another time taerae asked a girl to get his guitar from the music room, she got his guitar with the rest of the music room on her back.

so you could tell that these boys had every girl wrapped around their fingers ,

including you.

but no one knew of course.

you barely talked in lesson and never raised your hand and on top of that you sat the middle row in lessons and would always leave a sticky note on the teacher's desk ever day to remind her that you were in so she didn't need to call out your name.

and thats how you lived for pretty much all 3 years of highschool until today.

you made your way to your homeroom with your headphones in and got a sticky note from your bag to put it on the teacher's desk and plotted your bag on your chair.

whilst returning to your chair, you realised that someone must of forgotten their cleaning duty yesterday and forgot to clean your desk.

their was pen marks everywhere and gum under the table.

you sighed heavily, but too heavily so no one else knew your dissapointment. you were about to go to the toilet to get some tissue when your phone started ringing.

it was inhee your bestfriend

'Y/N!!' said inhee through her phone speaker ruining your eardrums forgetting that you were on speaker everyone in your class looks at you.

you smile back awkwardly and dash out the class room.

'omg inhee! you dont need to shout my name at 8:03 am in the morningg" you said complaing about your friends behaviour

'oh im sorry miss l/n but apprently seola from our class got a mistletoe with ricky! '

' WHAT?? damm she's so lucky! '

' I KNOW RIGHTT THAT'S WHAT I WAS SAYINGG ' says inhee and then for the next five minutes of your call inhee was complaining about how it should've been her instead of seola.

'ME AND RICKY HAVE FIRE AND WATER SIGNS WE ARE LITCH SOULMATES'

'okok i get your pointt~. it's not that deep its only a kiss he probably doesn't feel anything for her anyway.

'after all he is a player but that doesn't mean anything! i have been waiting for my first kiss to be ricky just to be knocked off by son seola who is a complete copy of me :>'

'inhee its just a one time thing, you can make a move to him on the last day of school or something'

'ONE TIME THING?'

she said again, at this point you thought she was intentionally trying to publicly embarrass you infront of everyone as well as make you deaf.

'inhee enough with this yelling over a boy! its not even past 9 am yett'

'well this boy is my lifeline, soulmate, couple, future hubby, fiance he is like my everything! he means the whole world to me just like gunwook means to you silly!'

gunwook. gun wook . park gunwook.

you loved his name.

you loved they way he talked .

you love his visuals.

most of all you loved his smile.

'yeah but gunwook is different - first of all he is not rich and spoilt , second of all he is classprezz and is not a player'

' okay but imagine if you got a mistletoe with him! like that would be so cute!'

'with who? gunwook' you scoff at her words.

'gunwook is way out of my league, i would never get mistletoe with him and that's how i like it and i wanna keep it that way for th-'

your phone fell out of your hand skidding across the marble floor of your school hallway.

you pick your self up and run to get it but another hand it there before you.

you look up to see gunwook.

'oh my god' you thought.

eugh this was so cliche for this to happen.

but even through those thoughts, you and him still kept eye contact

'ay gunwook did you get the homework for-

OMG YOU GOT A MISTLETOEE'

you look behind gunwook's broad shoulders to see his friend gyuvin running towards him whilst pointing up towards the ceiling.

and follow his fingers to see the mistletoe right above your head with you and gunwook

'BRO YOU GOTTA GIVE HER A KISS - A RICKY COME HERE GUNWOOK GOT A MISTLETOE'

'GUNWOOK HAS TO GIVE HER A KISSY WISSY OOOO~'

you look back to gunwook eyes as he meets you with an awkward smile after he elbowed gyuvin in his ribcage.

'you don't have to kiss me! it's j-just a tradition' you say excusing yourself slowly.

then all of a sudden gunwook holds you by your shoulder and mouths sorry before pulling you in for a kiss.

your lips clash onto eachother as you close your eyes not knowing how to react and slowly losen up to his touch.

those seconds then feel like minutes which feel like hours the kiss breaks up and you suddenly realise where you are.

you look around to see a whole entire crowd has formed around you two with phones everywhere.

you obviously freak out and gunwook being the man he is he drags you through the crowd and brings you too your class.

'thank you' you say smiling back with a bow

he laughs abit which make you feel embarrassed but he reassures you.

'it's ok, you looked so cute when you tried leave because i knew you liked me' he says giggling with his dimples showing.

your cheeks instantly flush and laugh back.

the bell rings meaning you have to go back to your seat and gunwook looks at his watch.

'ill get going now but if you want i can take you out for some ice cream later'

you nod back with a smile going back to your seat whilst inhee runs through your homeroom door slamming it against the wall.

'y/n. tell. me. everything.'