#Two of my friends acted similar to these two a couple years back and oh my god it was so painful to witness

[viiliskivi]

My midnight yappings about Scrooge and Brigitta

[steviesbicrisis]

Thinking about YouTuber Steve who’s gaining a lot of popularity with his weekly vlogs. The routine is very similar: he goes to work, hangs out with friends, acts silly for the camera, cooks for his roommate, watches movies with his roommate, goes out with his roommate.

His roommate is there a lot.

His new growing fanbase doesn’t take long to divide into factions regarding Steve’s dating life and sexuality; There are ships, OTPs, people who want him single so they can date him, and a surprisingly small portion which questions his heterosexuality, which gets always shut up by the following compelling arguments:

“stop assuming he’s gay.”

“Steve doesn’t look gay. He’s just a guy, a former jock, who loves to cook and hangs out with friends. A friend more than the others, but it’s his roommate so it makes sense, right?”

“And yes, they do cuddle while watching movies, but who doesn’t love a cuddle? You don’t have to be gay for that.”

“Sure, they hold hands when they go out but the city is crowded and they might lose each other.”

“Since when two male friends can’t be close without assuming that they’re gay?”

“Have you ever seen them kiss in ten minutes of weekly vlog? No, so drop your gay agenda already.”

And Steve Harrington, who started the whole vlog thing in the first place because he wanted to update his friends who live miles away and still doesn’t know how he got this much heteronormative bullcrap in his comments, has had enough.

One day, Steve Just-A-Guy Harrington, wakes up and chooses violence.

He replies to a tiktok comment that says “stop assuming he’s gay” with another video.

It begins with Steve glaring at the camera “oh yes please, stop assuming I’m gay.”

Then there’s a quick motion and Steve is pulling a curly haired guy into frame: Eddie, his roommate/platonic friend/totally not his boyfriend of 5+ years.

Eddie yawns, looking sleepily at the camera “are you vlogging?”

“I’m proving a point” Steve replies, then kisses him. They almost get lost into it, but Steve is a man on a mission, so he pulls back and turns to the camera.

“This is Eddie, my boyfriend. Not a friend who’s a boy, you delusional homophobes, we are together, a couple, in a relationship. We haven’t been just friends for over 5 years. We live together, he isn’t just a roommate.

And even if he was just my roommate, do you think I would live with this” he squeezes Eddie’s cheeks between his fingers and zooms in to show his face up close. Eddie blinks a couple of times, but let’s Steve do whatever he wants.

“Do you seriously think that I would live with this 24/7 and stay straight? Like, are you insane?” He gives Eddie a quick smack on the lips, leaving him blushing and more confused than ever.

Usually, it’s Eddie the one getting almost feral over Steve, not the other way around.

He doesn’t complain.

“So yeah, stop assuming I’m gay. Because I’m bi, you homophobic little shits.”

The video ends with Eddie pulling Steve for more than a quick peck on the lips, and Steve throwing the phone on their couch, face down.

Somehow, under Steve’s video, there’s still someone that comments “I mean, this doesn’t mean anything. It’s just bros helping bros, right?”

Steve is too busy making out with his “bro” to read it.

[cottonconnielvr]

can you write plug!connie but he yo baby daddy, love your work btw <3

WARNINGS ✩ — mom!reader(i got insane baby fever n i wanna be a stay at home mom so bad 😔), fluff, nothing honestlyyy

YOU woke up to the blaring sun in your face, causing you to scrunch your eyes up. It was 8:45 am. The usual time you wake up on the weekends. Yes the weekends. Being a stay at home mom, you were always up on your feet. Taking care of things at home while Connie took care of everything else.

Your body was locked in place from moving. Your daughter, Celeste, was wrapped around you from the back, squished between Connie who was facing you, his long arm wrapped around you both. You shook your head, assuming Celeste climbed in the bed in the middle of the night like she always does.

You slowly pried their arms off of you, leaving them quietly sleeping in bed. You headed to the bathroom, getting yourself ready for the day.

After a steamy shower and you’re 5-step skincare routine, you went to go make breakfast, deciding to make a standard breakfast.

Meanwhile, an hour and a half later, Celeste walked down the stairs, her teddy bear locked in her arms. The sound of Destiny’s Child filled her ears as she approached the kitchen island, struggling to lift her five year old body onto the chair.

“Morning mama, want some fruit?” Your daughter immediately smiled at the kiss pressed onto her forehead.

Celeste loves both of her parents, of course. Even as a five year old she knows all the stress you endure. But she’s never seen you cry, well she’s seen you cry over heels but that’s besides the point. She’s never seen either of her parents give up or argue. Even if she saw you upset at her dad, you always resolved the issue.You and Connie set your daughters standards very high.

“Yes pleaseee” She flashes a smile, very similar to Connie’s.

After preparing breakfast, you finally prepared the plates. “Mommy can I give daddy breakfast” Celeste speaks from across the island, now standing. But you can only see her puff of hair as it shows over the island.

You nod, grabbing a tray from the pantry and putting Connie’s plate on it. “Be careful” You warned, handing her the tray.

“Of courseeee” She dragged out. Man was she obsessed with that word.

Celeste carefully walked up the stairs, walking very slowly and steadily. She made sure his fruit wasn’t touching his bacon and his bacon didn’t touch the whipped cream on his waffles, just how he likes it.

“Daddyyy it’s morning time” She sung out as she stood next to the bed. Connie stirred in the bed, feeling it empty.

He looked over to his daughter, seeing her hold a tray with food and a huge smile on her face. Always smiling.. “Thank you babygirl” He grabbed the tray from her, immediately digging in. “Where’s your mom?” Connie asked Celeste as she climbed into bed beside him, stealing a piece of bacon from Connie’s plate , earning a side eye.

“She’s probably in the garden now but like um..um..are we still going to the mall today?” She took her time, smacking her teeth multiple times.

Connie shook his head at the little girl, “You are just like your mom mhm”

“DONT step on my shoes. My dad bought them and they’re custom made.” Celeste sassily crossed her arms over her chest, yelling at her distant “cousins”.

You and Connie decided to stop by the cookout Ony was throwing, Connie doing a couple of drops as well. There were kids there so nothing crazy would happen, Connie trusted his best guys with his two favorite girls so he felt okay with leaving.

“Oh yeah? My dad is like the biggest strongiest coolest ever!” One of the kids of a family friend argued. “Strongiest isn’t even a word” Celeste rolled her eyes. “That’s why my dad gave me this!” Celeste pulled out an one hundred dollar bill out of her pocket, causing the kids the gasp.

“Woah she’s like rich” One boy said from his spot on the floor. Celeste smiled, stuffing it back into her pocket. “Yeah so don’t act like I don’t have motion!” Celeste copied the word that she always heard her dad say around her.

Truth be told, Celeste was a bit….egotistical. I mean come on Connie Springer is her father. To her parents she’s an angel but once she’s around kids her age, she’s talking about how big the Eiffel tower really is and how clear the water is in Fiji.

She’s a spoiled brat, just like you, in every single way.

After playing for hours, Celeste dramatically laid across your lap. “When is dad coming back” Just then she jumped up, seeing the sight of her father.

“Hi daddy!” He lifted her up into the air before just holding her on the side of his waist. “Hey princess, you have fun?” She hummed, nodding her head before he placed her down.

“Hi A-armin” Celeste waved while looking up, her face growing hot. Armin was Celeste’s first crush. “Hey little one” Armin smiled down at the child, patting her head before handing her a $5 bill. “I hear the ice cream truck, why don’t you get yourself something”

Celeste couldn’t stop her smile, her kiddy crush feeling much more like true love. She ignored her fathers scowl and hugged the blonde’s legs before running off to the front yard with Onyankopon and a group of kids.

“Calm down boy, it’s just a silly little crush” You walked over to Connie, handing him your cup to sip out of. Your hand went around his waist, pulling him into a side hug.

“She’s only five. She doesn’t need any crushes, especially on Armin” Armin jerks his head back at the emphasis on his name.

“Acting like i’m ugly or something” He shook his head before greeting some other people. “Y’know she thinks he looks like a disney prince or something. Anyways how was your run?” You walk infront of Connie, grabbing his hand. He trailed behind you with the cup still in his hand. His eyes were glued to your butt in the skin tight sundress. “Hm baby?” You ask completely unaware. The weather was breezy and dawn had settled in, painting the sky purple and blue.

“Y’know I still want a son as well?” Connie completely ignored your question, his front pressing up against your back as his hand trailed down to your butt, lightly squeezing.

You jumped, gasping out “Connie there are innocent children here!”

[acewithapaintbrush]

A gift for @emthimofnight who's Sonadow fankid Stellar has stolen my heart. Inspired by this comic and my firm believe that Sonic is a little shit who would definitely hold something like that over Shadows head forever

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“Should I… leave?”

Stellar jerks her head around and stops rummaging through the cupboards. She doubts she'll find the shoes she is looking for anyway. They had grown a bit tight the last time she'd worn them and her Papa had given her a suspicious side eye when she'd still refused to get rid of them. 

He hates clutter. Says her Dad is messy enough for all three of them. 

And anyway! The shoes are pretty much immediately forgotten the moment her friend's words reach Stellar’s ears. 

“Why?” she asks. “I thought we'd spent the day together?”

Camellia only spares her a quick glance before she looks away again. She is wringing her hands the way she does when she is nervous about something. Stellar wonders what could have caused that and follows her gaze. She tilts her head with a frown. All she can see are her parents being… well. Her parents. 

“I mean,” Cam gestures helplessly at the other couple, keeping her voice low. “This is obviously a bad time.”

Stellar joins her side and keeps looking between her friend and her parents. She has no clue what has gotten into Cam. 

Across the room her Dad crosses his arms behind his head and taps one foot up and down. His grin is playful, much like Stellar’s own when she is in the mood to tease but his voice has an edge to it. 

“You know I'm right, Shads! Just admit it!”

Her Papa scoffs and crosses his arms in front of his chest, a perfect imperfect mirror of his partner. Sometimes Stellar marvels at the fact that two hedgehogs can be so similar and so different at the same time. 

“You? Being right? Haven't seen any pigs fly lately.”

“Oh. That comeback was almost witty. Have you been practicing?”

Ah. They are arguing. Again. Or maybe still? She vaguely remembers a friendly conversation over breakfast about an old mission or something slowly turning into a heated debate about who took down more Badniks. Are they still on about that? 

She sighs. Seems like it's going to be one of those days, huh? Stellar ignores her parents and smirks at her flustered friend. She is so uptight sometimes. Kinda cute. 

“They are just squabbling. Don't tell me your parents never do that.”

Cam blinks, surprised, before she sniffs a little, nose in the air and all. “My parents never argue. Certainly not in front of guests.”

“Yeah, sure. The hedgehog with the giant hammer and temper issues and the literal cat with fire powers never argue.” Before Camellia can swipe at her arm Stellar continues “And anyway, you are not a guest, you are practically family.”

Her friend's face is suddenly as red as a tomato and she turns away to delicately cough into her hand. Stellar raises an eyebrow. Cam is acting super weird today. 

Her parents have kept arguing meanwhile. It's pretty much just white noise to their daughter after all these years. Stellar tunes back in just in time to hear Papa insult Dad’s memory which has obviously suffered from too many hits during fights. 

And Stellar knows that glint that enters her Dad's eyes, the way his smirk grows deceptively soft. She can do nothing but groan and slap a hand against her forehead as the blue hedgehog sighs and saunters over to the mantelpiece. She has seen this song and dance one too many times to think she can stop what's coming next. 

He picks up one of her baby pictures and presses it against his chest. “Maybe you are right. Maybe my memory isn't as good as it used to be.”

Stellar is as always reluctantly impressed with the way her Dad is able to put so much emotion into utter bullshit. He sounds like he is on the verge of crying and Stella can hear Cam gasp softly in dismay.

Maybe they should have left after all. 

“The memories begin to fade,” he laments and are those tears in the corners of his eyes? Ugh. “But you know what memory will never fade? My most precious one?”

Papa grits his teeth. She thinks it might take all his strength to not jump across the room and do something he might (a very slight might) regret. 

“How Stellar called me Dada first.”

It's a favorite story of his and he pulls it out every time Papa annoys him or he feels like he is losing an argument. 

And her Papa is smart and strong and level headed and cool. But he is also super bad at hiding how much that ‘betrayal’ still eats at him. 

“You are never letting this go, are you? You are pathetic!”

“Pot meet kettle. And why should I? One of her precious first milestones and it was all for moi!”

“I taught her how to walk.”

“And I taught her how to ride a bicycle, which is even more difficult.”

“I taught her how to swim, something you actually need for survival.”

“Oh yeah, if you call throwing her into the deep end and telling her ‘to figure it out’ teaching.”

“That's not how it happened!” Papa turns to Stellar proving once and for all that both are aware of their audience and don't care. They probably enjoy embarrassing her in front of her friend, the sadists. “That didn't happen!” 

She rolls her eyes. “I know, Papa.”

“Oh right!” Dad cuts in, outraged. “That was me! Your beloved husband!” 

“We are not married.”

“For good reason!”

Stellar does her best to ignore the two of them. Camellia still looks bewildered but there is a reluctant smile blossoming on her face, as if she can't help but be amused despite the awkwardness. 

“Now I know where you get it from.”

Stellar gasps and clutches her chest. “How dare you!” She pauses and her pretend outrage turns a bit more genuine. “Wait! What do you mean? Get what?”

Cam has the audacity to snicker at her and it is not a beautiful sound to Stellar’s ears, nope, not at all! “Oh. You know.”

She doesn't. She totally doesn't. 

She is about to demand some answers when the expression on Cam’s face stops her cold. She turns back to her parents and… oh no. 

Why is she even surprised anymore?

Papa has crossed the distance and has the back of Dad's neck in a tight grip. He is growling and flashing his teeth. 

“I think it's time for you to shut your mouth.”

Dad just leers and leans closer, pressing his chest against the other hedgehog, tangling his hand in black and red quills. 

“Why don't you make me?”

Stellar grabs Camellia’s hand and pulls her out of the room as fast as she can. 

“Oh-Kay. That's our cue to go. Go go go! Don't look back!”

“Wait what? Why? Shouldn't we stop them? What if they hurt-?”

“Nope! You do not want to get between them right now.” She shudders and quickens her steps. “Trust me!”

There is the sound of a muffled crash behind her, like two bodies falling to the floor, her Papa saying something triumphant, her Dad laughing. 

Stellar loves her parents. But God! They can be so embarrassing!

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They are the worst, I love them! This was supposed to be really short and grew into this... Hope you like it❤️

[genericpuff]

Hold up, I'm curious now about when you said "Perse is a menace to lower nymphs" I thought at best she was neutral to some but I don't remember her ever just being outright horrible. Though that can very well just be my rose-colored glasses activating in the earlier parts of the story.

Oh geez let's see...

There was the time Persephone left Alex alone in the hospital room with the guy who had assaulted him and beat him half to death because he was "rude" (i.e. reasonably reacting to these two showing their faces around him):

And that time Persephone blackmailed Minthe to teach her how to do the job she was underqualified for two days after Hades had broken up with her and Persephone claimed to feel guilty:

Also that time she turned Minthe into a plant and then proceeded to not give a shit about her moments afterwards so she could flirt with the guy who she unapologetically had an affair with (in front of the plantified Minthe who she knew could hear them):

And then when she finally did turn Minthe back to normal, she immediately victimized herself over Minthe justifiably being angry:

And then there was that time she cornered Tori (former roommate of Alex) at his job to essentially berate him, all because of "gossip" that Tori had said ten fucking years ago (as if the gossip wasn't entirely true, it was Tori reacting to Alex getting mutilated by her boyfriend who she never really held accountable):

And all those times Persephone tried to claim she was being stifled by the nymphs in the Mortal Realm but then had the balls to claim she was "lonely" even though she literally had friends and sisters surrounding her who she wanted to get away from:

And then the icing on the cake, far more recently, that time she broke into the home of a nymph woman who had already embarrassed herself, just to threaten her, something that she was rewarded for by her husband:

She said ALL of that while failing to acknowledge the fact that she did the exact same thing to Minthe when she was with Hades. And she's not sorry for it, but she hypocritically tries to take the moral high ground as if she's never done the same thing.

Gee, I wonder how she could have turned out this way?

Persephone never really felt guilty for the things she did throughout the series, and she never took responsibility for her actions that affected others, in some cases she was flat out rewarded for her vitriol. And though this may not be intentional on Rachel's part, she comes across as someone who claims she was "lonely", when really she meant she just didn't have the company she specifically wanted - the company of gods, specifically male gods such as Hades.

Yes, the narrative tries to justify Persephone's actions towards these characters specifically - Alex, Minthe, Tori, Leuce, etc. - but fails to highlight the power imbalance where Persephone comes out on top just for being a goddess. Minthe reported her to Zeus for the wrong reasons, but she still deserved to go to trial for committing and hiding an Act of Wrath. Alex had no idea Persephone was a goddess and she never really did anything to take accountability for what Hades did to him. Tori's only crime was calling her a "dark concubine" a couple times ten years ago, something she absolutely should have let go of by now. Leuce had already embarrassed herself by trying to make the moves on Hades, so breaking into her home and filling it with farm animals and threatening her accomplished nothing beyond stroking Persephone's ego trip.

And that's not getting into how the narrative as a whole promotes mistreatment towards nymphs and satyrs (i.e. lower class people) so Persephone and Hades being in the upper class is similar to billionaires in the real world - they only achieved that wealth on the backs of the lower class, so they're part of the problem, not the exception to it. And these are the characters we're supposed to be rooting for.

I rest my case.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

After your last Eddie angst request (which was brilliant 💜) I would like to request a little hurt/comfort please.

It’s a similar concept to that one, where someone leads the reader on, but instead of that person being Eddie, it’s someone else so he is the one to comfort her.

I have another request if that’s okay. Single Parent!Reader and best friend!Eddie. Eddie babysits for Reader while they are on dates, one day after a bad one, Reader comes back to the house and Eddie cheers them up.

Then the Reader’s child asks, “Why don’t you two just date?” request by @ali-r3n

Fluffy, sweet fic with a little bit of angst ❤️

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For the last few days you have been so excited for your date with Sam. You had bought a new dress and even had your nails done which was a rare treat.

Your best friend Eddie was babysitting your daughter Maddie, so you knew she was in good hands. She loved Eddie and his incredible stories.

Honestly you wished you were back home with Eddie and Maddie, watching a Disney movie or something. It would certainly be more fun than this date.

Alan had been polite on your last couple of dates, kind and funny but now it was like he was a different person and you weren't sure what had transpired for him to act so differently.

Then during dessert he dropped the bombshell.

"So uh. Look. You're nice and very pretty but the truth is I don't see this going anywhere" this shocks you because you thought Alan really liked you, sure this date was a bit of a dud but maybe he was just tired from his job or something.

"Oh, I thought we were having a good time here?" He nods looking all sympathetic but you have a funny feeling it's fake.

"Truth is I met someone else and I want to explode that instead. I mean really there wasn't anything between us was there? We had fun but that's it"

Gulping your wine you nod but feel the hot burn of humiliation in your stomach. Composing yourself for a second then gathering your things to leave.

"Well, you should have told me that from the start instead of leading me on. I can't believe I wasted my time with you when I could have been with my little girl and Eddie. Good riddance you utter slime ball".

Without another word, you turn on your heels and head out to your car to head home.

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As soon as you head inside your whole body relaxes, comforted by the familiar sounds of home. Smiling you need to the longue and find Eddie in the middle of regaling one of his best stories for a captivated Maddie.

"Save some for later Eds or you'll run out of the good stuff" you tease him and he winks at you, the wink does funny things to your insides. Things you don't wish to dwell on because it would lead you down a dangerous path.

Maddie screeches and runs over to you. She's only three but she's as fast as a whippet. "Mama" she beams and you pick her up and hold her close to you, gently pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Hey baby girl, I missed you honey" you had missed her so much and Eddie wished you had just stayed home and listened to Eddie's stories and Maddie's sweet giggles instead of going on that date.

"There are plenty of tales for princess Maddie to choose from for bedtime, you're back early. Was Alan as much of a dud as he looked?" You snort and nod.

"Yes. He found someone else to date" Eddie's big brown eyes flash with anger.

"Well he's a butthead then isn't he?" He fumes and he's certainly right about that.

"Forget him. Why don't we watch a movie yeah? Maybe even have a little bit of ice cream" at that word both Eddie and Maddie's face light up. It's adorable.

Not for the first time you wish that Eddie was Maddie's dad and not the complete ass that you met four years ago, Maddie loved Eddie so much and he adored her just as much, it was heartwarming to see how much they had bonded.

You head to your room to dress in your comfiest clothes while Eddie and Maddie pick out a movie, then you hurry to the kitchen to grab some cookies and ice cream from the freezer.

"What did you pick?" you ask Eddie who points to the screen and you giggle. Ahh, of course, The Little Mermaid, Maddie was obsessed with mermaids and cats and princesses.

Tigger your adorable cat joins the three of you and takes his place right in his favourite armchair, purring his little head off.

It's nice just to relax and forget all about the date. You certainly don't plan to go on any more anytime soon.

Maddie is unusually quiet for a few minutes, she's lost in thought about something. Her eyes furrowed in concentration as she looks between you and Eddie.

"What's wrong baby?" she surprises both you and Eddie with what she says.

"Why don't you and Eddie just date each other mama?" it's an innocent question but both you and Eddie almost choke on your drinks.

"We're best friends honey that's why and Eddie doesn't see me like that" Why you were explaining this to a three-year-old was anyone's idea. Eddie scowls and you're puzzled.

"Maybe Eddie does feel that way but you don't" he mumbles under his breath then he stiffens.

"You do?", there's a hopeful feeling stirring in your stomach and you reach over to take Eddie's hand in yours. His horrified expression softens and he squeezes your hand back.

"Yeah but I figured you didn't feel the same so I kept it quiet" the warm feeling inside of you expands and you find yourself leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to Eddie's lips. It's only a brief kiss but it's incredible and you can't wait to kiss him again.

He smiles all goofily and presses a kiss to your forehead. "So maybe we could go on a date on Friday? Uh Uncle Wayne has been itching to babysit Maddie again so we could go out for a little bit?"

"That sounds perfect" you sigh and cuddle into his arms.

Maddie claps her hands in delight and cuddles into Eddie.

"I'd like Eddie to be my daddy" she says very seriously and it melts your heart. Eddie excuses himself for a second but you see tears in his big brown eyes.

When he comes back he cuddles you and Maddie close to him and the three of you (and Tigger) watch the movie happily.

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[kelcemenow]

Dream Girl.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 4810

Warnings Smut, fluff, language, alcohol, angst...just, tread carefully.

This was an anon request, how exciting! This was my first request and I am very open to receiving more! I embellished the plot request a little bit, to add some angst as I've not got a lot of that in my other stuff so far. I hope I did your request justice, whoever you are! "Heyy i have a request if you ever wanna try it, I meet Travis at Coachella this year I was thinking if you could do a fic x reader where they bump into each other at a concert/festival and one thing let to another"

The crowds were busy and the sun was hot, which only made it worse. People were shoulder to shoulder, stranger skin's touching and you were trying your best to keep your personal space.

But you loved it.

You had counted down the days to Coachella. Planning the trip, organising travel and accommodation. Each year you had wanted to go but finances and work commitments made it impossible. But since you had launched your own beauty brand, everything seemed to fall into place. You were able to attend this year as an influencer, securing luxury accommodation in one of the Safari Campground's stunning yurts.

"Okay, let's get a drink and then go to see Blondie?"

You quickly glanced at your watch before looking back to Ayla, your best friend and business partner who was attending the festival with you.

"Sounds like a plan."

You both made your way across the grass to the nearest bar, stopping to take a couple of photos. As you joined the end of the line, you pulled out your phone to post the photos to your business page. You were slowly getting close to the front of the line when you were bumped into by someone behind you.

You shot Ayla a look of annoyance but decided to ignore it. You were expecting this and you had attended festivals in the past with a similar issue. It was busy, you understood that, but when the stranger behind you bumped into you again, you turned your head slightly and cleared your throat.

In your peripheral vision, you could see a small group of tall men behind you, talking loudly and fooling around.

Ayla nudged your arm, "Just boys acting like little boys."

You nodded in agreement and stepped forward as the line moved along when a loud voice behind you pierced your eardrums.

"Hey yo! Can we get some beers here?"

Your eyes furrowed and you spun around, "Excuse me, but-"

Your heart dropped at the sight of the man before you. Nike baseball cap, colourful striped t-shirt, white denim shorts and bright sneakers. He had a trimmed beard and sunglasses covering his eyes but you recognised him straight away.

"Travis?"

"Y/N." He smiled back, reaching out for a hug.

You awkwardly accepted the embrace, wrapping your arms around his 6 foot 5 inch frame. You pulled away, your breathing quickening it's pace. You could barely keep eye contact with him as he tried to catch your gaze.

"How've you been? It's been a while."

"Y-yeah...I've been great."

"What can I get you?" You heard an unfamiliar voice behind you.

You spun around to face the bartender and froze, your mind still focusing on the burning feeling in your chest.

"Four beers, please." Ayla shouted over the noise of the music.

You smiled at Ayla and picked up the bottles, quickly turning and walking briskly away from the bar. Ayla tried to keep up with you before stopping you with a hand on your shoulder.

"What the hell, Y/N? Who was that?" She pushed her braids away from her face as she turned her head over her shoulder to get another look at him.

You blinked and took a sip of your beer, "That is Travis Kelce. Tight End for the Kansas City Chiefs. Two-time Superbowl winner. Eight-time Pro-Bowler and four-time All-Pro. Fastest Tight End to reach-"

Ayla waved her hands in front of your face, "Stop, stop. I have no idea what you're talking about."

You took another sip. "My childhood sweetheart."

Ayla's mouth dropped open, "Oh dang."

"Oh, dang indeed." You took another sip and started walking further towards the crowd gathering at the stage. "But it's no big deal, it was 10 years ago or something."

Ayla stood in front of you, "Yeah...but you should totally go and speak to him. He's fine! And he's looking at you."

You felt your cheeks blush instantly. You and Travis had been friends all through High School. He was a year older than you but you had grown up together and your parents were friends so you spent a lot of time in each others company. You were his date for his senior prom and he told you he had always had a crush on you. Since then, your friendship blossomed into an intense and long relationship. You eventually joined him at the University of Cincinnati but when he was drafted to Kansas City after college, you couldn't take it.

"So, are you saying that football is more important than me?"

"No, but you are just as important as my career." Travis tried to reach out for you, "Move with me."

You pushed him away. "I can't, I have work and school."

"This is an amazing opportunity for me."

"You just don't get it."

Ayla grabbed at your arm, "Oh shit, he's coming over."

You raked a hand through your hair quickly and looked down at yourself, making sure that you looked good. Ayla winked at you and stepped back a bit, pulling her phone out to pretend she was making a call.

You felt his presence behind you and took a deep breath before turning around.

"Hey." You breathed.

His eyes travelled down your body and back up to meets yours.

You held up a finger, "And you can stop doing that, right now."

Travis laughed and glanced to the floor, rubbing his palms together, "You haven't changed one bit."

You cocked your head to one side, "I hope you have."

He held his hands up, "Woah, where's all of this hostility coming from, man?"

You sighed in frustration, "What do you want, Travis?" Folding your arms across your body.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Ah man, do you still hate me that much?"

"I don't hate you, I-" You stopped yourself immediately. You sighed again.

Travis' eyes flickered around your face, hoping for a sign of what you were going to say to him.

After a short silence, you shook your head, "Look, I'll see you around."

You started to walk past him when he grabbed at your wrist, stopping you with his face inches away from yours.

"I hope so. You look good, Y/N." His voice was low and gruff and it made you go numb for a second.

You managed a small smile before walking towards Ayla, your heart aggressively beating out of your chest.

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"Call me! On the line, call me, call me any, anytime!" You screamed as your arms waved wildly in the air.

Ayla had her phone pointed at you, singing along with you. The tassels on your denim jacket swirling and shimmering in the light.

You felt your phone vibrate in your bag. You reached for it and unlocked the screen, your eyes narrowing as you opened up an Instagram message.

"killatrav: Come meet me by the VIP entrance. We could talk?"

You locked your phone and placed in back into your bag, choosing to enjoy the festival, instead of dragging up old memories.

"I love you so much, Y/N." He grasped at your hands, desperate.

"I love you too, Travis."

"Just not enough, huh?"

"Will you stop? It's difficult. We're both young, Travis. You have this huge future in front of you. I need to stay here and focus on my last year of school. I need to have a future too."

"Not with me? Is that what you're saying?"

"I need to give myself a chance. I can't be hanging onto you all of my life. I need something for myself. I want to graduate, start a business, make something of myself, just like you will. But I need to do this on my own."

Travis looked utterly defeated.

Suddenly, Ayla's phone was in front of your face and she appeared next to you, ready to take a photograph of the pair of you. You plastered on a wide smile and winked for the camera, wrapping an arm around her waist to get in closer, allowing the past to fade from your mind.

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You gently rubbed your clouded eyes as you walked back to your yurt for the night. Ayla and yourself had danced and laughed all night, enjoying the music and drinking beer. Now, you were heading back to sleep for as many hours as you could grab before starting the next day of the festival. Ayla had planned to go to an early Yoga session at the Wellness Oasis the next morning and you had agreed to go, although you were currently regretting that decision.

"Ooh, no line at the bathrooms, hold on. I'll be just a minute."

You took hold of Ayla's bag and smiled, "No problem, I'll wait here."

She disappeared into bathroom area as you scrolled through the photos you had taken that day when someone blocked the light shining from the lamp next to you.

Looking up, you saw Travis grinning down at you. You rolled your eyes and returned to you phone.

"Oh man, come on! Are you not pleased to see me?"

You looked back up at him, "Travis, I came here to have a good time-"

He came closer to you, your bodies almost touching, "I can give you a good time."

You playfully hit his chest, instantly reeling at the hard muscle under his shirt, "Will you stop?"

There was a slight giggle in your voice which lightened the mood. Travis rested against the fence next you.

"Will you at least just tell me why you hate me? You broke up with me remember?"

You looked down at the floor, "Travis, I said earlier, I don't hate you..."

He almost reached for you but stopped. You looked down at his hand.

"...I love you."

Travis' mouth opened slightly. You finally met his gaze and blinked away some tears that were pooling around your lower lash line.

"Shit, I'm too drunk for this right now." You shook your head and started to walk away.

Before you could make one step, Travis blocked your path. He suddenly grasped at your waist, pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss felt frantic, messy but you melted into it for just a second before pulling away.

"Travis." You stayed close to his face.

"Y/N?" Ayla said from behind you.

You whipped your head around and stepped away from Travis.

"Am I interrupting?"

You cleared your throat, "Yes, thank you. Come on." You took hold of Ayla's hand and left Travis where he was standing.

"What is going on?" Ayla panted as she tried to keep up with you.

"I just need to get away from him."

"Why?"

"Ayla, I've spent 10 years of my life trying to forget about Travis Kelce. And him being here now...it's just bringing all of these feelings back that I don't think I ever got over." You slowed down to a stop.

Ayla reached forward and stroked your hair, "Aww, honey."

Your eyes darted around to make sure he hadn't followed you, "Can we just go back to the yurt and go to sleep?"

"Sure." She gave you a gentle and sympathetic smile before taking your hand.

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You breathed in deeply, listening to the relaxing music and stretched into your next pose. You had decided to go to Yoga with Ayla, figuring that an hour of relaxation would do you some good.

You closed your eyes and focused on the sounds of the rain stick, but it only made your mind wander to memories of Travis' senior prom. The sound of the rain against the roof of his car. The smell of Travis' cologne. The feeling of your dress resting on your knees.

"Shall we go in?" You asked him.

"Wait a minute...at least until it stops raining."

You laughed, "Travis, that could take all night!"

He smiled, "I don't care. I'd much rather sit here with you than go in there anyway."

"You're crazy!"

Travis took a deep breath, "Y/N, I need to tell you something." He was looking down at his hands, fiddling with the bottom hem of his blazer.

"Oh, there's Stephanie!" You spotted your friend at the driver's side window, waving your hands wildly, "Stephanie, we'll be there in a minute!" You shouted through the window.

Travis took your hands in his own and held them tight, "Y/N, I'm trying to tell you something!"

You blinked and lowered your voice slightly, "Okay, okay, go ahead."

He hummed gently, "We're friends, right?"

You squeezed his hands, "Best friends."

"Yeah." Travis paused, "But...have you ever thought that we maybe could be anything else?"

You pushed your eyebrows together, "What do you mean."

Travis began tracing small circles on the back of your hands with his thumbs, "Y/N, I like you, I always have." He breathed a laugh, "Shit, I've had a crush on you since we were, like, 13."

Your eyes widened as he spoke.

"I've never had the guts to tell you but since I'm going to college I...I thought I had nothing to lose?"

Your lips parted slightly, a small breath escaped and you looked into Travis' eyes. They were full of apprehension and nerves, emotions that were rare for him. You were so used to seeing him being confident, almost cocky but here he was, completely vulnerable and open to you.

You smiled, "Travis-"

"If you don't feel the same way, that's fine. And we can just go in there and enjoy prom and pretend that this never happened. But before you say anything else-"

"I love the way you eat hotdogs in two bites. I love the way you dance every time you score a touchdown or a three pointer. I love the way you smile at me from across the cafeteria and the way you always let me pick the movies we watch. I love that you're always the first one to back me up with anything, even if I'm being a jerk. I hate that you're about be 3 hours away from me but most importantly, I hate that it has taken you this long to tell me how you felt, because...I love you, Travis."

A slow smile crept onto Travis' face before he leaned forward and kissed you, the most gentle but most passionate kiss. His hands stayed grasping at yours, his cologne filling your nostrils.

"You're my dream girl."

You opened your eyes as the sound of the rain stick stopped and the instructor stood up. You could feel tears building up in your eyes and you attempted to sniff them away.

As you made your way out of the Wellness Oasis, you looked up at the morning sun. You needed to find Travis, to speak to him and get some closure.

Reaching for your phone, you quickly typed out a message.

"I need to see you."

You kept your eyes glued to the screen as you waited for a response.

"Where are you? I'm coming now."

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You found a relatively quiet area in the camp lounge, sitting yourself down on a yellow beanbag. You were nervous and anxious, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

A figure blocked the light streaming in through the entrance to the large tent. Travis looked just as nervous as you felt, but he smiled when he spotted you. You stood up, instinctively, to give him a hug as he got closer to you. He felt stronger than you were used to. He had grown in 10 years and you sighed at the safe feeling his arms gave you. You sat back down and he followed by pulling up another beanbag in front of you.

He glanced at your mint green leggings and matching cropped shirt, "You had a workout?"

You smiled, "Eh yeah, I did some Yoga this morning."

"Wow." He smiled, "I remember when I could barely get out of bed for class."

You nodded, "Things have changed."

The smile almost faded from Travis' face, "Yeah, it seems so."

There was an awkward silence.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Travis widened his eyes and sat up slightly, "What?"

"Why didn't you call me? Text me? Anything?"

"You said you didn't want me to." There was almost a crack in his voice.

You frowned, "Because I was hurt. I felt like you didn't care about me."

"I cared about you a lot, I did care about you...I still do care."

Another silence. You weren't sure what to say. Resting back onto your beanbag you looked around at the small pockets of people around the tent. Relaxing, reading, cooling off from the sun and chatting. You turned back to Travis to see he was still looking at you. Your heart ached and your chest burned with a mixture of feelings, but the emotion at the fore front was love. He had changed physically; his stature was somehow even taller than you remembered and his shoulders had broadened. His face had aged well, growing into his features making him undeniably handsome. His eyes hadn't changed, though. They still pierced into yours, causing your stomach to bubble with excitement just as it used to.

"I saw you launched a beauty brand?" He fidgeted with his fingers.

"Uh, yeah. Last year, actually. It's...going really well." You nodded and smiled.

"That was always your dream." His lips flattened against each other into a sad smile, "I'm really proud of you."

"I'm proud of you too, Travis."

He rubbed his palms together, "I missed you though. It isn't the same without you at the games."

You smiled, "You've done just fine without me."

"I didn't want to though." He cleared his throat gently.

You opened your mouth but Travis leaned forward.

"Can I take you on a date?"

You laughed, confused, "What? Here?"

Travis looked around, "Why not? Look, come to my cabin that I'm staying in."

You chewed on your bottom lip and your chest was rising and falling quicker. "O-okay."

His mouth moved into a smile, "Okay, great! I'll send you the location."

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"Oh my God? Oh my God. Are you really doing this?" Ayla looked at you with wide eyes.

You ran your hands through your hair, reaching for your compact mirror, "Yeah, why not?"

"Well, just yesterday you were saying that you didn't want to bring up any old feelings? Now, you're doing the complete opposite."

You sighed, "I just want to spend some time with him. I think...I think we could still have something."

Ayla paused and raised her eyebrows, "You think?"

"Don't look at me like that." You snapped.

Ayla leaned back, "Woah, woah, relax. I just don't want you back here in a couple of hours upset and crying and saying you never should have gone. I'm just looking out for you, honey."

"I know what I'm doing." You tried to reassure her as you closed your mirror and returned it to your bag.

"And what is it that you're doing?"

"I don't know. But I want to see him. Whatever happens, I have to at least try?"

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The sounds of the festival were low and muffled through the walls of Travis' cabin which was luxuriously decorated in warm oranges and neutral greens. You had already had some beers before you arrived to calm your nerves and now you were sipping more on Travis' bed.

"Remember when you broke the ladder to my tree house? My Dad was so mad at you." You laughed. "He'd only just built it!"

Travis placed a hand over his stomach as he laughed, slightly rolling towards you, "Oh shit, yeah. I thought he was gunna kick my ass that day."

"I still don't think he's forgiven you." You looked away, "He's also a Raiders fan."

Travis' hand moved up to his chest as he groaned, "Ahh, Mr Y/L/N! Why you gotta do me like that?"

You relaxed slightly and laughed along with him.

"Remember when my Mom walked in on us when we were...?"

Your eyes sparkled as you sipped your beer, "Mmmm, oh yeah! Bless her heart!"

"She was happy in the end though, she always liked you, she still does. She asks about you sometimes, you know? Asks me if I've spoken to you."

Your tipped your head to one side, pouting your lips and touching his arm subconsciously, "Aww I love Donna. I miss her." You placed your drink on the small table next to the bed.

Travis leaned across you, putting his beer bottle down next to yours, "Do you miss me?"

Your eyes burned, "Everyday, Travis. I miss you everyday."

His gaze lowered to your mouth before returning to your eyes. He licked his lips as he leaned in closer, hovering over your mouth.

You froze, just inches away from his face, a throbbing starting to grow in your core. Travis took a deep breath before you closed the gap between you, pressing your lips to his with a firm pressure. Your eyes flickered shut and your mouth moved with his. Travis brought his hand to your face, gently caressing your cheek as you rolled your body towards him, your chest pressing into his. As the kiss became deeper, he lifted himself slightly so that he was almost leaning over you and you responded by grabbing his shirt and pulling him on top of you. Your back hit the soft mattress and Travis' hand began to explore you. You smiled slightly as he ghosted over your breast, almost unsure if you welcomed his touch.

Almost immediately, you placed your hand on top of his and pushed it onto your chest, allowing him to grab at the flesh underneath your clothes. Travis's hips bucked forwards into your pelvis and you could feel a hardness that made you tingle. You groaned into the kiss, tugging at the fabric covering his body. He stood up quickly, pulling his shirt off over his head. Your eyes gleamed at your studied his torso, sporting more hair and defined muscles than you remember. He bit down on his bottom lip and he crawled back towards you, fingers running over the low neckline of your sequin dress. You sat up and lifted the dress off, exposing your matching lace bra and thong. Travis' face froze as he stood up and he breathed hard and fast, eyes tracing your body longingly. You raised up onto your knees as Travis remained still at the foot of the bed.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you kept eye contact whilst you slowly lowered his shorts and black briefs in one motion. His cock sprang free and bounced slightly in font of your face. It was hard and a small bead of moisture had formed at the tip. You licked your lips and slowly took his entire length in your mouth, your head starting to bob. Travis let out a low grunt and carefully placed his hand at the back of your head. Your tongue ran up and down his entire length and you saw his thighs start to twitch. Quickly, you pushed your head to take his dick deeper, the tip pushing against the back of your throat.

"Oh, baby." Travis moaned.

You gagged slightly, saliva forming in your throat. With a gasp, you tilted your head back and swallowed. Travis took his thumb and ran it over your bottom lip.

"Babygirl, I've missed you so much."

You smiled, letting him guide you back down onto the bed. He kissed you lazily from your neck to your hips, his hands pulling your thong down. His eyes looked at you hungrily as you took your bra off, your nipples hard with arousal and your skin speckled with goose bumps. His head lowered down and you watched as his soft lips placed small kisses around your waist and inner thighs, waves of pleasure forming every time he was close to your pussy. You whimpered when he nibbled at your sensitive skin, his action getting closer and closer to where you wanted him. He quickly looked up at you to see your face before his tongue flicked at your clit. You cried out and he smiled that he was causing you to make those noises again after so long. As his tongue expertly worked at your folds, you were becoming more and more breathless.

"Travis...Trav-uhhh...that feels..."

He hummed as he pushed his tongue against your pussy, licking your folds slowly and gently. He lapped up the wetness that was forming before bringing himself back up to you. You lifted your head to kiss his lips, his trimmed beard glistening.

"You taste so sweet." His voice was a low groan.

With one quick action, Travis lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and ran his length down your folds, your wetness coating his dick. You gasped as he ground his dick against your pussy, his tip grazing your clit with each motion.

"I need...I need you."

Travis pressed his forehead onto yours and looked deeply into your eyes, "You want it?"

You nodded, shakily, "Yes, please. P-please, Travis. I need you inside of me."

He carefully lined himself up before pushing the whole length of his hardness into you, your eyes widening with each inch. You cried out again, your mouth gaping open. Travis began thrusting gently, keeping full eye contact with you. You looked at him pleadingly as his eyebrows lowered more with every thrust. Your breasts were bouncing quicker and when your eyes rolled back into your head and your back arched upwards, Travis responded by pushing into you even harder.

You squealed and grabbed onto the bed sheets with both hands, biting down on your bottom lip. Travis brought his mouth to your neck, gently sucking and groaning against your skin.

Travis' shoulders seemed to tense and without warning, he flipped you around on top of him and your knees landed either side of his hips. His thick cock was still inside of you and without missing a beat, you started bouncing. Travis reached out for your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You looked down to him and his face was quivering. You could see he was close so you leaned down, his dick now grazing your g-spot. You wanted to climax at the same time as him so you arched your back and bounced your ass up and down. Travis moaned even louder with your action and closed his eyes, his jaw clenching.

You sped up, the sound of your inner thighs slapping against his hips loud in the air. Travis opened his mouth, grunting breathlessly. You could feel your own core tightening at his impressive stamina, his hands lowering to your waist, leaving red marks in their wake. Your bounces became lazy as your muscles were tiring so you leaned forward and angled your body downwards, letting Travis' entire length fill your pussy. Grinding back and forth, his tip grazed your walls, making your arousal cover his cock. You smiled at how wet he was making you, a shiver travelling down your spine as your nipples rubbed against his chest hair. His hips bucked upwards, making his dick go even deeper than you thought it could.

Suddenly, Travis rolled over, his length exiting you with a wet sound. He turned you onto your side, moving close in behind you. You lifted your knee, making your pussy accessible for him. With one hand holding your breast and the other hooked around your lifted leg, he pushed his cock back inside of you with ease, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. He moved slowly and gently, massaging your breast with a light touch. Your skin tingled and you squeezed your eyes closed, pushing your face into the pillow. Travis snaked his hand around to your chin and pulled your face towards him, peppering your cheek with sloppy kisses. His grip on you tightened and he groaned in your ear, making you close to orgasm.

"I...love you. I always have." He grunted through his breaths.

His words made you clench your walls around him, making your swollen clit burn and release an intense high across your whole body. Travis lifted himself slightly onto his elbow so he could look into your eyes. He stared deep, watching your face squirm with every thrust. You could feel his pace labouring, signalling his nearing approach to orgasm. With a few aggressive thrusts, Travis' eyes grew wider and he let go of your leg, his hand moving directly to your clit. He growled as he filled you with his semen, covering your lips with kisses.

You laid in his embrace for a moment, letting your breathing slow down. His hot breath against your neck, he loosened his grip. He relaxed onto his back and you rolled over to rest your head on his chest. Pulling your arm over him, he stroked your hair.

"You're my dream girl, Y/N."

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That got rather smutty. More than I anticipated, actually. I hope you enjoyed it. I may consider doing a request/prompt list if I start to get more and people are enjoying them!

[b0njourbeach]

Is Trey Cater a ship where Cater is an unhinged little freak and Trey is normal, or is it a ship where Trey gets to be an unhinged little freak and Cater is suddenly realizing in horror he's more normal than he thought.

Or are they little freaks together?

-@official-nrc-prophet

(Choosing Beetlejuice bc asking this is to me what is calling his name three times is to him)

Oh boy, I need a moment to get my thoughts in order. I do apologize if it becomes eventually hard to follow. There are too many thoughts running through my mind to capture them all in a sorted manner.

Actually 🤓☝️ They're two freaks in two entirely different directions who are both unleashing the others' freak but also taming it at the same time.

That is, if Cater would Trey allow to do so.

We've seen in canon multiple times that Trey looks through Caters Charade (two major moments I have in mind are Post-OB in Book 1 and the Wish Upon a Star when Trey asks Cater what his wish is) - Something we don't see often in canon.

But we have also seen moments where Trey has unintentionally gave Cater a little freedom to be himself: Not having to pretend to like sweets (Post-OB in Book 1), being Caters choice to "go for a little spin on the dance floor" (Firelit Sky Event) and given they've been roommates since their first year, I doubt those were the only times either.

I do like to think that Trey is genuinely Caters grounding point (as much as Cater allows him to be. He's got quite a lot of commitment issues which are indirectly confirmed in canon but that's another story). Caters type of freak is his fake self which gets fueled by whatever person around - But it takes a lot to make him drop the act or even just knock on the huge wall he has built up to shield his true self.

And Trey has built a camp in front of that very wall, prepared for Cater to let him in eventually (and he does seem to be quite persistent in canon).

Trey, on the other hand,, Where to even start with this guy? I can only imagine there are equally little people who knows how much of a fucking weirdo (affectionate) he is - One of them is 100% Rook. And I don't doubt that Cater is another one of those few people.

Unfortunately I don't have much canon to go on, so this is purely based on my own analysis and opinions (with a bit of HCs mixed in there but I'm trying my best to keep them out of the equation. After all, you asked for their dynamic, not for my silliness).

Trey is the prime example of the Oldest Child syndrome. Teaching his younger siblings, making sure they brush their teeth which lead to the point that he took this trained behavior with him to NRC where he's now conditioning Ace and Deuce (and I don't doubt others as well) to brush their teeth regularly. He most definitely helped his siblings in other ways too. He's the Vice Housewarden, the "Mom" as many twst fans like to call him (I truly dislike them for that but that's smth else) - A submissive position, especially if someone like Riddle is above you.

I'm going too much into a Trey analysis..

My point is: Just like Cater, Trey is rarely himself but they're extremely different in how similar they are. Cater is playing the act of that extroverted friend with too much energy and silliness, Trey is the quiet friend who is calm and friendly. In reality, it is Trey who would be the freak and Cater the quiet one.

So, to come back to your initial question:

If Trey and Cater would be alone in a casual fashion (no romantic intention, just two buddies alone in a room, chilling) and Trey would suddenly show a little spot of his true colors, I can only imagine Cater going something along the lines of "Holy shit dude, you're so much different than you show- And I thought you were the normal one between us." Trey would simply counter by pointing out Caters hidden true self with painful precision.

I tried to limit myself as close as possible to your question, or else I would've written a whole essay on why they're the best couple in twst.

[caramelstarlight]

Hi! I have a silly request to share.

It's about Al-Haitham and reader being former academic rivals. They were always at each other's throats. No matter what snarky comment one made the other always had a quick and witty remark. Oh? One got a 95 on their test? Well, too bad! The other got a 100 and will rub it in the other's face.

Literally all of Sumeru knew of their rivalry. But you know what they say: the more you bicker, the more you love. And eventually, the two would date in secret for the next couple of years before eventually getting engaged.

Needles to say, poor Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari were gobsmacked to see Al-Haitham linking arms with his biggest rival since his Akademiya days and introducing her as his fiancee.

I’m doing this again bc tumblr didn’t save my earlier draft 😭🤚

✅⭐️

anyways! Expect slower updates because school has started again for me. (Excluding this and the other one I have in my inbox.)

I haven’t been touching this because I was confused on how to grasp this.

But yay story. It’s below the cut (You have amurta because it’s the biggest and my favorite.)

Rivals to Lovers

Alhaitham x Female Reader (Can be read as G/N)

You walked into class carrying what you needed for the day. Today was a test taking one. Sadly it was the first class you were in that had the test. Others came through the door you watched as each person sat down. Waiting for the bell to ring.

When it did ring everyone was inside as the teacher welcomed everyone and showed a few confusing parts with a few hints on how to deal with them. Luckily you understood everything unlike some others.

You received your test and began. Skimming through each page to find similarities in questions. Using that method to easily do majority correctly. You focused on the other questions and used the tips the teacher had given the class.

Amurta was lucky to have such a kind teacher, giving everyone study time and tips to pass any tests and gives tutoring in lunch or recess period. Everyone would pass in her class.

You went to your next class, identifying differences between certain species. Being given multiple animals with similar ones. Such as Snow,Crimson and Desert foxes.

You figured out majority of the differences and finished early. Focusing on drawing a Crystalfly and a Avidya Leopard for the remaining time. The bell rang and you walked out. Seeing Tighnari with his friends beside Alhaitham.

Your mind thought of what happened to him. Is he stuck in the library like always? You’d ask yourself as you went towards the bunch. Joining in on the conversation they were maintaining.

Until Alhaitham showed up. You looked at him and Kaveh tried to act like he wasn’t there. Failing of course. “I betted that you wouldn’t get a better score than me.”

He stated as he looked at you. “Oh yeah? I bet I did better than you. Why don’t you tell me ur score?” You stated confidently and he said he got a 95. “How much were you betting?” “Only 20 dollars(idk how much mora that would be lol) Are you scared?”

“No because I got a perfect score of 100!” You said as the others tried to not laugh. Your rivalry with eachother was interesting. Showing your paper to him across the table and sticking your tongue out. “Anyways who did you bet it to?” “Cyno.” Everyone’s head turned to him and he was confused. “What?”

“Why cyno-?” Kaveh asked to Alhaitham. “Because he wanted to.” “I uhhh…” “Cyno you shouldn’t bet.” Tighnari scolded him as he nodded. “Anyways I will do better than you in our next class!” You said as you looked to Alhaitham. “Yeah sure.” He replied as he looked away and back to his book. Handing cyno the money.

He did better the next time and repeated what you did to him beside sticking out his tongue. Another fight between you two was about to happen. Which is usually the both of you just rambling about the other and trying to be louder than the other. Which didn’t happen. Thanks to Tighnari holding you back.

Multiple years passed and graduation comes. You two of course still bickered with one another and weren’t as competitive as you used to be when you were younger.

Now with the both of you dating secretly you have to keep up the act still. You both didn’t want others to find out that secret that was kept hidden.

You sticked out your tongue playfully at him as you linked arms. He smiled at you before he made you spin and let go. You dropped your scroll as he snickered at you.

Your yelling could be heard from a bit away. Gathering a lot of people’s attention but they were used to it. Everyone knew you bickered constantly. Trying to keep up the act as you made him drop his scroll. He looked at you with slight anger and ignored you.

When the time came you yeeted your hats in happiness. A few bits of celebration everywhere. All happy they were finished learning successfully in their chosen darshan.

He brought you on dates with gifts and you did the same but he did majority of them. Always booking the times that would be the most crowded or exclusive.

Both of yours and his parents approved of it. Letting you both to get engaged after a few years of getting together. You and him arranged a meet up with the others after not seeing them for 3 years.

“Hey guys long time no see!” You said as you waved to them at the meetup spot. Alhaitham linking his arm with you. They were in shock at the two of you. “You guys are dating-?” Tighnari asked as he looked at the arms. “Yeah. We’re engaged actua-“ “WHAT?” Cyno and Kaveh exclaimed as Tighnari covered his ears.”

“Yes indeed. She is my fiancé.” “Y/N your his fiancé-??” Kaveh asking you while you nodded. “You guys always bicker I’m surprised you both managed to do this.” Cyno mentioned as you all headed to the spot.

“She and I had a Rivals to Lovers I guess?” Alhaitham stated as you nodded slightly. Talking with the others on the way. “We’re going to the cafe to have lunch together! It’s on us.” You said as Alhaitham gave a thumbs up.

Arriving at the cafe and ordering, sitting down and chatting amongst everyone while waiting for the food and drinks to arrive. Enjoying the meal as you all listened to stories of what happened to eachother in those three years.

(Had no idea how to end this but I hope you enjoy)

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

PS, I love you

Love letters begin appearing in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Sharp never send his own. He doesn't have to.

The night between Aesop seeing Sebastian's letter and Reader's gentle rejection in the morning, is the night his leg is acting up and she holds him to her. This observation was brought to my knowledge by @tea-withjamandbread who I am convinced now is a genius with 200+ IQ

I'm fairly certain my next fic will be pwp

PS, I love you (4.2k words)

tw: suggestive themes (mentioned), slight angst, aesop sharp needs a hug, cheesy

"Oi, knock it off, Prewett!" Andrew Larson shouted once more, trying to reach a piece of parchment that was currently held in Leander Prewett's hand, high above his head and out of Andrew's reach entirely. "Haha, what's wrong, Larson? What's so bloody secret about this? Is it a recipe for a growing potion, so that you can finally be taller than a fifth year?" 

"You utter git, Prewett!" Andrew snarled and began reaching for his wand. He was promptly hit with a full body bind curse by the tall redhead. "Now let's see," said Leander with a mean glee in his voice and began reading.

The students who were currently in the Clocktower Courtyard with the two boys finally stopped pretending to mind their own business, when Andrew's bound body hit the ground, turning around to look at them fully. A few students rushed to Andrew's aid.

"Oh, oh! Listen to this everyone!" Leander began giggling and cleared his throat. 

"Finite," came a cast from your wand. Andrew's body relaxed, but he didn't sit up. He didn't even open his eyes. His face was taking on a deep red hue. 

"Dear Nerida," Leander read with a mocking, dramatic voice, "you are more beautiful than the moon reflecting on the dark waters of the Black lake, by which you so often sit-" "Shut up, Leander!" You shout at the Gryffindor, finally realising just what sort of letter it was, and why Andrew seemed to want the ground to swallow him whole.

"Come on, (F/N), don't be such a spoilsport, this is hilarious!" Replied Leander, before resuming reading the love letter aloud, "your smile shines brighter than the lacewing flies in the middle of the night, and your voice is like a heavenly sympho- Arghh!" A descendo hit Leander straight in the chest and his body made swift, hard contact with the ground. The impact pushed the breath out of his lungs, and left him coughing and gasping on the ground. Everyone looked around, searching for the person who fired the spell.

It was Nerida herself. She walked to Leander, still lying on the ground, angrily and snatched the letter out of his hand. "That'll teach you to snoop through someone else's correspondence!" She spit out before placing the letter into her robes. Andrew sat up in the meantime, his head hung low. You and a few students encouraged everyone else to get back to their knitting as Nerida slowly walked towards the Ravenclaw.

"Did you really mean all that, Andy?" She asked, a little shy smile on her face. Andrew looked up at her suddenly, cheeks still burning: "I-I… Y-yes, of c-course I did! I do!" Nerida smiled once more and fidgeted with her hands, looking away as a similar flush appeared on her cheeks: "then maybe we could… I don't know, we could go to Hogsmeade during the weekend?"

And so began a little era of love letters at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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Love letters began appearing all throughout Hogwarts. Sometimes they were anonymous, oftentimes they were not. Sometimes they led to new couples forming. There weren't just romantic letters, though. 

Many girls and a few boys also took to sending love letters to their friends. They'd be thankful for their friendship, and write out all the things they adored about them. Girls could often be seen hugging each other after reading the letters from their friends. Boys wouldn't really react the same way, but one could occasionally see them blushing when reading such a heartfelt note from their friend. Nobody was ridiculed anymore for putting their feelings on paper, not after Nerida and Andrew began going out following Andrew's letter’s reveal, looking as happy and in love as can be. 

There were letters sent to the staff as well, notes of respect, admiration, fondness. They were platonic, of course (save for a few anonymous letters Professor Garlick received), and generally well-received. Mirabel got so many, she soon didn't know what to do with them, while Abraham Ronen almost immediately sent them to his wife to see, full of pride and utmost joy. 

There was an unspoken rule to not send prank letters to the staff, and especially not to Black. He was blissfully unaware of the trend that began in his school, but if someone was to send him some untasteful anonymous prank, Merlin knows what he might do. Make a rule to check each and every letter and parcel? Maybe ban post altogether?

You were rather enjoying this situation. You wrote quite a few letters to your friends and received some in return. The first two were from Natty and Poppy, unsurprisingly, but more followed. There was a short but sweet letter from Ominis and a slightly longer letter from Amit. You made sure to hug both boys, rendering them flustered but very happy.

You also wrote letters to every staff member (except for the Headmaster). You added a phoenix feather to your letter to professor Howin, wrote the letter for professor Weasley along with Deek, the letter for Ronen was transfigured into a swarm of butterflies that would fly into his classroom and form into an envelope right before his eyes, and so on. You saved professor Sharp for last.

You stared at the blank piece of parchment for a long time. There were so many things you wanted to tell him, to let him know how you feel. How much you really adored him, how safe he made you feel, how much you longed to feel his hands on you, to get lost in his strong arms, to feel his lips on your own... But you just couldn't bring yourself to confess. Not yet, at least. Not when you weren't sure that he felt the same way. His rejection would tear at your heart, your soul, way more painfully than your longing did. What you wrote was:

‘Dear professor Sharp,

Thank you for everything. There were moments in my life during which I felt hopeless, and lost, and broken. And if you weren’t there for me, I most likely wouldn't be here today. I admire you greatly, and I hope you don’t mind me saying that I am very fond of you as well. It's an honour to be able to learn from you, and I cannot imagine how I'd fare without you here.

Yours truly,

(F/N) (L/N)’

Was it too obvious? Too straight forward? What if he thought it was a prank? Hopefully he wouldn't - he knew you were always honest with him. Well, almost always, seeing as you held yourself back from straight up admitting your love for him. 'Professor Sharp, I love you'. 'PS, I love you'. Instead you wrote: 'PS, looking forward to our next chat over tea.'

You  walked over to the Owlery, hoping the November air would clear your head and calm your nerves a bit. You attached the letter to Diana's leg, scratching the owl under her chin. "Bring this to professor Sharp," you said softly. The dark owl took off right away.

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Aesop was of course aware of the little trend that broke loose in Hogwarts, but didn’t really care as long as it didn’t disturb his lessons. To his surprise, he too received a few letters of appreciation. Unlike Mirabel or Abraham, there weren’t many, but all of them seemed genuine. He wouldn’t admit it, but they did flatter him quite a bit.

After one of his lessons, however, a greater sooty owl flew into his classroom. His breath caught in his throat. “Hello, you,” he’d say in barely more than a whisper as the bird sat upon his desk elegantly, holding out her leg for him. She flies off again once he takes the letter attached to it, leaving a single feather behind on his desk. The door of his classroom closes shut following a flick of his wand. He had a free period now and should not be disturbed by anyone for the following two hours. 

He opened the letter and got to reading. His dark eyes softened as they glided over the words written in your elegant script, one of his hands coming up to support his chin. His heart hammered loud in his chest. Once he reached the letter’s end, his eyes went right back to the beginning. His letter was definitely different from the one Dinah received from you. It was no less respectful, but it felt more… heartfelt. Deeper, maybe? Perhaps he was reading too much into this. Maybe he was seeing things he wanted to see, things that weren’t actually there. 

Aesop sighed and put his face into his hands, staring at the letter on top of his desk. You were, well, friends. Considering your long conversations in his office, in his chambers, your mutual respect and understanding, you definitely stopped being simply ‘a teacher and his student’ some time ago. But were you even more than that? He couldn’t be sure, not absolutely. 

His thoughts were going a thousand miles per hour. He grabbed one of the blank rolls of parchment lying close by and opened it. Without thinking, he dipped his quill into ink and began writing.

‘Dear (F/N) Miss (L/N),

The moments I’ve spent in your company this last year and a half were some of the best of my entire life more enjoyable than I would have thought possible, and they became the highlight of my days. I am always more than glad to accept you over for tea and a talk, and I feel honoured to have your affection friendship. Whatever you do once you graduate in June, I hope you won’t be a stranger, and will visit your old potions master. That is, if  you wish time allows you to do so. You have grown into an accomplished, clever, beautiful young woman, and I wholeheartedly believe that you can achieve anything you set your mind to.’

He looked at the parchment with a heavy sigh. Even if he wrote the entire thing again, without the crossed out words, he still didn’t think he’d ever be able to send it…

‘You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me,’ he wrote next, his handwriting not nearly as neat as before. He was not going to send this letter anyway, so why bother. ‘ You’ve no idea what you make me feel, do you? I’m an old, crippled, ex-Auror potions master, but everytime I’m with you, I feel like a bloody teenager again. Merlin… it’s so despicable of me to want you this way, but when you’re with me, I… I almost feel like you return these sentiments. That you look at me the same way.

I feel so horribly shameful when I see you waltzing around the school in your uniform, but when we met in The Leaky Cauldron before the term started, for just those few hours I thought… I thought I actually had a chance. A chance to hold you in my embrace, to kiss your sweet lips, to feel your young body curl into my own. When you sat opposite of me, in that beautiful gown, looking like a dream come true, I wanted to pull you against me and never let go. I wanted to drag you off to one of the rooms and, just for a while, forget that I’m your professor and that you’re my student. To, just for a while, pretend that we’re nothing but a man and a woman, surrendering to their most basic emotions and desires.

Every time you look at me with those brilliant eyes of yours, I am in heaven, and I am in hell. Your gaze, it scorches me, it makes my guilt burn in my chest… And yet, at the same time, it sets my blood aflame. It makes me want to surrender to you entirely. It makes me imagine what must it be like to have your body in my arms, under my own, to be allowed to touch you, and-’ Oh, Merlin! Aesop was breathing heavily, a deep flush on his face. To his horror, he felt himself aroused in his trousers. He truly was a deplorable, depraved creature, wasn’t he?

It was foolish of him. What could he even offer you, other than an entirely too old, gruff ex-Auror with a lame leg? Other than his love, his heart. He put his head into his hands. He willed his excitement down, making a mental list of ingredients needed for a successfully brewed Felix Felicis potion. He crumpled the parchment into his overcoat pocket. It wasn’t a love letter. It wasn’t a letter at all, more like mad rambling of a foolish beast of a man. 

Maybe he could still salvage the first part, make something innocent and kind out of it. You deserved it. Your letter moved him, it was only fair he wrote something in return. He was going to, in the evening. For now, he just needed to calm down. The seventh years would be arriving for their NEWT class soon, and you’d be there with them. He had to keep a straight face, keep his treacherous mind out of the gutter, keep his heart from beating too fast or too loud.

An hour later, when you entered the classroom, professor Sharp was leaning against the edge of his desk, observing your classmates with a bored expression as they made their way to their potions stations. When your eyes connected, however, there was a little spark in them. You nodded at him with a smile, and, if you didn’t spend so much time around him, you might’ve missed the tiniest little twitch of his mouth in reply.

The class was frankly uneventful. Everyone, even the Weasley boy, were extra careful as they brewed their Essence of Insanity potions. Seems nobody was too keen on going actually mad during his class. He hobbled around the classroom, offering occasional critique and advice, a few words of praise even, once or twice. He had to admit, this years’ graduating students were quite capable. He stopped by your potion for a bit, looking over your shoulder as your hand stirred the cauldron’s contents elegantly. He hummed in quiet approval. 

When he moved over to the middle of the room, he wanted to at first reprimand Mr Sallow for having some clutter on his work station, but when he saw just what it was, his voice died in his throat. It was a piece of parchment and a quill, lying by his potion book, and your name was written on it in the Sallow boy’s scrawl. Pretending to be looking at the lad’s ingredient cutting technique, he read the first few lines.

‘Dear (F/N),

Sorry to be probably the last one to write to you, but it took me a while to think up what it actually was I wanted to say. You’re a good friend, and one of the most important people in my life, but I was kind of hoping that we could become more than just friends…’ Aesop couldn’t read any longer. He turned away with a huff and limped morosely over to his desk.

A feeling of horrible jealousy overtook him, and it took all of his willpower not to set Sallow’s letter ablaze, making a fool of himself in his own classroom. He had absolutely no right to feel this jealousy, he had no claim on you. And even if he did, it wouldn’t make him entitled to meddle into the private lives of his students. He was such a fool. That’s what hurt the worst, in fact, how foolish he was. 

You spent a lot of time with him, yes, but you also spent a lot of time with the Slytherin lad. You clearly cared about him, but did you care about him in the same way Sallow cared about you? It would make sense… It would make so much more sense for the two of you to be together, than you being with your gruff professor. His heart hurt terribly. He didn’t leave his chair until the end of class, accepting your bottled and marked potions on his desk wordlessly. When your kind eyes fell upon his own, when they asked him if he was alright, he wanted to give you an encouraging little smile. What formed on his face was a pained grimace.

When his last class ended, he made his way to his chambers, not even bothering to go to the Great Hall for supper. He fished out the parchment from within his pocket and read what he had written. Dear Merlin… He really was deplorable. He wanted to toss the blasted thing into his fireplace, only, as he pulled back his arm to throw, he found he quite… couldn’t. Though the words he wrote should never ever appear in front of your eyes, he had to admit that he meant every single one of them. He hasn’t said or written anything so… sincere for a long time. Many years, in fact. He couldn’t bring himself to destroy it. So instead, he simply crumpled up the parchment and tossed it somewhere to his left. Maybe he’d forget about it, and then destroy it some other time unknowingly. 

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Professor Sharp went to breakfast early the next day, hoping to avoid as many students and colleagues as he could, his mood even worse than the previous day. However, when he saw what awaited him downstairs, in front of the large door leading to the Great Hall, it took everything within him not to throw himself over the railing of the stairs. 

There were you and the Sallow boy, both of you having arrived not too long ago, it seemed. He had absolutely no wish to pass the two of you on his way inside the Great Hall, so he just hid behind one of the pillars and leaned his back against it. If anyone was to see him like this, he could always say his leg was simply hurting too much and he needed to rest for a while. It wouldn’t have been exactly a lie, his leg really did hurt something horrible since yesterday.

It wasn’t his fault the two of you were talking so loud he could hear you almost perfectly.

“So… you read it then?” asked Sebastian, and Sharp could hear the anticipation in his words. There was a moment of silence. “I did,” came your voice now. Sharp hated himself for it, but he felt strangely happy, when he realised your voice was more sheepish and awkward, rather than pleased and excited. “I read it, and I spent half the night awake, trying to come up with an answer. Well, I realised that it’s probably better I tell you myself, in person.” 

Aesop’s eyes were closed, and he listened intently. “I’m sorry Seb, but I just… I don’t feel about you this way. You too are my friend, and you’re very important to me, but I just… I see you more like a brother than anything else.” Sharp could have cried. He did feel slightly bad for the young Slytherin, but he also couldn’t stop himself from releasing a quiet sigh of relief. By Salazar, he was one selfish bastard, wasn’t he.

“I-...” Sebastian said, “i-it’s alright. I understand.“ “Are you mad at me, Seb?” you asked, your voice worried. “No, I’m not. Of course I’m not. How could I be mad at you, it’s not your fault you don’t see me like… that. Just tell me… there isn’t a chance you’d ever… you know. Change your mind?” There was another moment of silence. “No, there’s not. I’m sorry.”

Sebastian Sallow heaved a sigh: “Alright. Well, at least I know that… “ he sniffed audibly. “I’m so sorry, Sebastian. Come here,” Aesop didn’t see you, but he could clearly imagine you pulling the taller boy into your embrace shortly. “Sorry. I’ll be alright, promise,” said Sebastian with a heavy voice, “let’s just go to breakfast, shall we? I don’t want to keep… just standing out here.” The potions master heard the ‘alone, with you.’ Sallow didn’t say. He knew best how difficult it was to be alone with you and not be able to love you. 

He stood there, leaning against the pillar, for a long time, even after your and Sallow’s footsteps disappeared behind the doors to the Great Hall. “Aesop? Are you alright, dear? Leg acting up again?” He opened his eyes to see Dinah Hecat standing a few metres away from him, looking concerned. “Morning,” he said with a wry grin, “it’s alright. It just… flared up for a while, but it’s fine now. Breakfast?”

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Your lover excused himself for a while, leaving you alone in his chambers. You went to sit in one of the armchairs, waiting for his return, when you heard something make a crumpling sound underneath you. You stood up again, looking at the seat curiously. There was something peeking out from the tiny space between the cushion and the backrest. You carefully plucked the something out. It was a crumpled piece of parchment, maybe some sort of scrapped potion recipe? You unfurled it, intent on putting it away if it turned out to be some of Aesop’s private correspondence.

It was Aesop’s private correspondence indeed - addressed to you. It was a mess of scratched out words, and it seemed he stopped caring to make the text legible at some point, but it was definitely a letter for you.

You didn’t want to snoop, he surely must have had some reason to not send this to you but… but you couldn’t help it. It took only the first few words for you to realise exactly what it was. It was his reply to the love letter you sent him months ago. He never sent one.

You read with bated breath, observing the care he took not to accidentally reveal to you the extent of his feelings. Until he didn’t. Until he probably realised he was never going to send the letter. You felt your face growing hot as you read his words, his proclamations of love and desire, of his longing. Your heart swelled and pounded in your chest. 

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” came Aesop’s voice from the door of his chambers, so absolutely different from the one he used in his classroom. Your head snapped towards him, the deep blush on your cheeks clearly evident. His brown eyes looked at you curiously, before moving to the parchment in your hand. “I’m so sorry, Aesop,” you stood up immediately, your cheeks still burning, but now from embarrassment and guilt, “I know I shouldn’t have. It was partly behind the armchair cushion.” 

The potions master blinked slowly, before coming over to you, his eyes on the ground. “It’s alright,” he said, “it was addressed to you, after all, I just… didn’t know it was still there. I thought Deek might have perhaps thrown it out when he was cleaning my room.” You came over to stand before him. The two of you observed one another wordlessly for a while. “I’m sorry, darling, I do realise the letter is a bit-” “It’s beautiful,” you said quickly. Aesop didn’t expect to be interrupted the way he was, and it took him a second to realise what you just said. “What?” he replied eloquently. 

“The letter, it’s beautiful, Aesop. I’m sorry to have… read it the way I did, without your consent, but believe me when I say that it’s the most beautiful letter I’ve ever read…” “I-… thank you, I…” he still wasn’t quite looking at you. Your hands came up to touch his face, the stubble on his jaw leaving a prickling sensation on the skin of your palms. “I meant every word, you know,” he said in a voice so quiet, you almost didn’t hear him, “but I wasn’t sure if the words would be welcome… Even now...”

You clicked your tongue upon hearing his admission. “Such a clever man, and such silly thoughts…” you spoke gently, before standing up on your tiptoes. You captured his chapped lips with your own, softly at first, but your tongue soon teased at the seam of his mouth. He granted you entrance without a second of hesitation, his strong arms almost automatically going to curl around your waist and pull you impossibly close to his body. 

The kiss soon became intense, passionate, your tongues dancing sensually with each other. Your fingers were in his hair, and one of his hands was gripping your hip. Soft sounds were being muffled by your hungry mouths, and you were starting to feel seriously hot in your uniform. You were both breathing heavily once you finally parted, your faces flushed and your eyes darkened with excitement.

“Aesop,” you said breathlessly, “would you like to know what I actually wanted to write in my letter to you?” His eyelids were heavy, his eyes darker than a moonless night. They were smouldering, intense, like the mouth of a volcano, and you found yourself wanting to burn. “Tell me,” he said, his voice clouded by arousal. “Actually,” you chuckled breathily, “it’ll be better if I show you…”

Much later, when you were lying in each others’ embrace, exhausted and sated, you used your finger to write a few simple words on the bare skin of his back.

‘PS, I love you.’

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alright, back with a new ewan mitchell request. could u do an ewan mitchell x actress!reader the trope is friends to lovers. the two have been such good and close friends for so long, they do everything together. from award shows, events, daily hangouts, whatever it is. it isn't until a night out that the two find themselves wanting to be together. within the next year or so, the two are happily together and everyone adores it. please? thank you

(also inspired by sure thing by miguel and you are in love by Taylor Swift)

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Of course! For more HOTD requests, just submit a strong snack to Vhagar through my ask box 💚 {I will be opening my ask box soon for The Last Kingdom and Game of Thrones requests, so keep an eye out for that announcement! 💕}

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Childhood Best Friends [Ewan Mitchell x Actress!Reader]

Other HOTD stories [Requests open]

Summary: Coming back to town is always a treat for you, especially when you have similar filming schedules to your best friend and fellow actor, Ewan Mitchell. While you are catching up for the next couple of weeks, things begin to change in the best of ways….

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You had your sunglasses pushed atop your head while walking into a local restaurant, humming a bit as you looked around. You were in your hometown of Derby for a couple of weeks before you had to go back to filming. In that time, you decided to visit an old friend.

“How many?” The hostess asked, flashing you a friendly smile.

“Two,” You replied returning her smile before following her to a booth.

You blew out a breath while looking around as you slipped into your seat, thanking the hostess for the menus. You bit your lip gently feeling the butterflies erupt in your stomach. You always got this feeling whenever you came home to catch up with your best friend. For as long as you could remember you had feelings for Ewan, but you never acted out on them.

You furrowed your brows as you focused on your phone to check your messages before jumping when you heard a pair of hands slap the table. You looked up, gasping at the sight of Ewan and stood up hugging him tight.

Ewan smiled as he kept you close, his grip tighter than yours. “Oh, it’s so good to see you, Y/N.”

You laughed a bit while pulling back smiling up at your best friend. “I have been waiting to see you for months now!” With conflicting filming schedules, it has always been hard to find time for each other.

Ewan smiled as the two of you slid into the booth across from each other. “The phone calls aren’t just enough.”

“But someone had to take a long contract on a Netflix show,” You teased with a small smirk causing him to chuckle.

“Well, I’m sorry.”

“You better be sorry,” You said smiling down at your menu.

Ewan returned your smile, not noticing the glances he was giving you. You glanced up at him noticing him quickly turning away causing you to smile. You were unaware of what feelings your best friend harbored for you, but a lot of your fans thought you would make the cutest couple.

“So….” You began after the two of you ordered, turning your attention to Ewan. “How has filming been?”

“It’s been good,” Ewan replied with a nod. “Mark says hi by the way.”

You laughed a bit and smiled wide. “Well tell him I say hi when you see him next.”

“I will make sure to do that.” Ewan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “How has filming been for you?”

You shrugged. “It’s been alright, a bit lonely without my best friend.”

“I could say the same,” He said a bit teasingly. “The boys won’t stop asking me when my girlfriend is coming to set.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. You knew his costars on the set of The Last Kingdom teased Ewan about you being his girlfriend, especially Mark and Arnas. When he first started filming, you went to set with him to help him become comfortable and be his support system. Even when you weren’t physically together, you sent him motivational messages every morning while he was filming season three.

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You had your hair up and out of your face, wearing a pair of sweats and a tank top as you headed out towards the living room with a giant bowl of popcorn.

“You still haven’t picked a movie?” You teased Ewan sitting the bowl on the coffee table before sitting next to him.

“Hey, choosing the right movie is hard!” Ewan defended himself.

You giggled and shook your head while handing him a beer. “Talking is always just as good,” You reminded him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Ewan said hanging his head before he smiled over at you.

“Of course I’m always right,” You replied with a giggle and smiled as you met his blue eyes. You turned away when you realized you were looking for too long and felt your cheeks heat up.

Ewan rubbed the back of his neck, smiling down at his beer. “When is your filming going to be done?” He asked after a moment.

You hummed a bit in thought while picking up a handful of the buttery popcorn, extra butter on top of butter as the way it should be. “I go back in about a week, then there’s about three more months left.”

“Well…if you want, I’ll still be filming for a few more months after you’re done. If you want….” Ewan was fumbling over his words a bit. “To come visit me.”

You raised a brow at how nervous he seemed but a wide smile came onto your lips. “If anything I’m going to visit my Irish boyfriend, Mark.”

Ewan chuckled. “So is that a yes?”

You smiled wide and leaned over giving him a tight hug. “I can never say no to you,” You replied and kissed his cheek with a giggle.

You smiled as you walked beside Ewan, your hands in the pockets of your jacket. You had surprised him a visit in Hungary after finishing filming your project. You kept your promise on coming to visit him.

“I would love to visit you on set, but I don’t want anything spoiled for our binge nights,” You said jokingly.

Ewan chuckled wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “The only thing that should matter on set is your Irish boyfriend and your baby monk.”

“More so my Irish boyfriend.” You scrunched up your nose while giggling.

Ewan laughed with you. “I shouldn’t be too offended by that,” He said with a small smirk.

You hummed a bit while leaning into him with a content smile on your lips. “Do you have any plans for the night?” You asked after a moment. “Are you going out drinking with the boys?”

“I wanted to see if you actually wanted to go out to dinner with me,” Ewan offered while smiling down at you. “Some alone time with your second favorite person from The Last Kingdom,” He added teasingly.

You pretended to think it over. “I guess dinner with the baby monk won’t be too bad.” You smiled up at him. “But instead of going out, let’s go back to your place. I can make you dinner instead.”

“You promise not to poison me?”

You smiled cheekily at him. “No promises.”

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“Ewan, I need your help!”

“What did you do!” Ewan rushed into the kitchen seeing the water for the pasta nearly boiling over.

“I thought I had it covered!” You defended yourself.

Ewan chuckled and shook his head turning the heat down. “Next time ask for help, love.”

You looked up at him with a pout when he turned to you with his hands on his hips. “I wanted to make a nice dinner for you though.”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask,” He said with a smirk reaching up lightly rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

You giggled a bit, your eyes lighting up. “I can’t surprise you?”

“You can, but I prefer to have a place to come back to when I’m done with work,” Ewan replied with a chuckle.

You smiled and stepped to the side when he moved to help with the pasta. You looked him over while smiling more. You used to joke that he was a good husband, always being the one to cook you dinner when you got together. You thought it was only just a joke though.

Ewan turned to you with a small smile catching you looking. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He asked with furrowed brows.

You turned away and giggled. “Just thinking.”

“Is that why your cheeks are turning red?”

You covered your face with your hands while laughing more. “I’m sorry, it’s just….” You trailed off while blowing out a breath. “I like watching you cook.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mm-hm,” You replied while smiling up at him. “Among other things.”

Ewan cocked a brow with a small smirk. “What other things?”

“Well, I like watching you work.” You watched him pour the pasta in and smiled, taking his hands in yours. “And I like it when you make jokes, always brightening my day.”

Ewan looked into your eyes with a soft smile on your lips. He reached up brushing back a strand of your hair. “I like it when hype me up for projects,” He said softly. “I could never be here doing this project without you motivating me to audition.”

“Anything else?” You asked jokingly.

Ewan chuckled and bit his lip gently. He leaned down slowly, his eyes flickering to your lips. “I like it when you come and visit me. It makes my day better.”

You smiled softly as you met Ewan halfway, kissing him suddenly. You placed a hand on his cheek when he pulled you closer, lightly pushing you up against the counter. The butterflies were fluttering around wildly in your stomach as he lifted you up onto the countertop. This was a moment you have dreamed of for so long.

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Two Years Later

“Oh, you look absolutely stunning!”

“Thank you.” You smiled as your friend, Makenzee, helped you with your light pink dress. You and your boyfriend of two years were doing a maternity photoshoot and your best girl friend was the one taking the photos.

“I’m just surprised Ewan hasn’t proposed yet,” Makenzee said jokingly.

You giggled and looked down rubbing your rounded stomach gently. You were about six months along and you were having a baby girl. When you told your fans, they were all beyond the moon. They were sending baby name suggestions every other day it seemed.

“I think we’re waiting a bit until after our daughter is born to get married,” You admitted looking in the mirror to fix your hair that was curled.

Makenzee hummed but said nothing more. You raised a brow with a small smile. “Is there something you’re not telling me, Kenzee?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” She replied simply. “Come on though, we’re going to be late.”

You laughed and followed her out, your dress flowing elegantly around you. You smiled seeing Ewan waiting for you out in the flower field where you were getting the pictures done. You still remembered his face when you told him you were pregnant, the both of you were in tears.

“Okay, so the first picture I want you two to be facing each other,” Makenzee instructed while she set up her camera.

You did as she was told, holding onto Ewan’s hands. “Now, Ewan, I want you to get down on one knee.”

“Wait, what?” You asked looking at your best friend confused but when you turned back, Ewan was already on one knee with a red velvet box open to reveal an engagement ring: a diamond ring with a gold band, simple but beautiful.

“Y/N…we have been through so much. Through so many projects and so many life events and I don’t think I could have done it with anyone else,” Ewan began, his eyes glistening with tears. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

The tears were already falling and you laughed a bit. “Could we not do this at the end? My makeup is going to be ruined,” You said jokingly.

Makenzee giggled as she took pictures. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You laughed before slowly nodding. “Yes, Ewan, I will marry you,” You replied and kissed him deeply after he slipped the ring on your finger.

This was a fairytale come true. You just didn’t know that your Prince Charming was going to be your childhood best friend and now, you have found your happily ever after with Ewan and your soon to be daughter.

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6, 11 and 19!!

hiiii and thank you!!

6. Episode of TV or webisode that defined the year for you?

I love this question because I could pick a TV episode that most closely defined my year, or a TV episode that was so good it felt like it was theee episode of the year. My year personally has been characterised by an absurd level of overwork caused by economic terror and the 2023 deaths of two family members. One of them lived and worked when the social contract was still largely intact, and had a retirement, and the other, in the next generation, worked his ass off for decades and died before he got a chance to sit down. It's made me think that since life is short and I don't want to work forever, I should work way too much right now and basically 'bet' the next couple of years on it to see if it allows me to chill out more in the future. POOR decision. More widely, my year's been characterised by an increasing doomerism about, well, all of it. Climate change, genocide, and the rise of global fascism: any one of those would be enough to have me staring at the walls for a few hours here and there--but of course they all go hand in hand, really, don't they? In that context, the TV episode(s! sorry!) that defined it all for me would be Season 5 Eps 8-9 of the Expanse. If you haven't seen it, it's basically a sci-fi show about imperialism in space. Earth and Mars are rivals who exploit the 'Belters' - those who live and work on the asteroids and whose bodies have been so warped by the low-grav that they cannot even exist on the worlds their ancestors were from. Anyway, one of the main ensemble, Naomi, is trapped, powerless, on an abandoned ship that is rigged up as a bomb and blasting a distress signal on her behalf. It's acting as a lure for her friends and will kill them unless she is able to do something--anything--to prevent it. Dominique Tipper's acting in that arc is fucking incredible, and she works in the face of utter hopelessness to save her friends at the expense of herself. Which is to say: if you're gonna drive yourself crazy with effort, at least spend it in defence of things and people you care about. I'm trying to remember that going into 2025 because I think I've been leaning a little too hard into distractions which appear productive but aren't. In terms of, like, really good TV I watched for the first time? I binge-watched ER, and, man, it was so fucking good. Love's Labor Lost was every bit as insane as I'd been led to believe. I'm so excited for Noah Wyle's similar-but-legally-distinct The Pitt next year. Close enough, welcome back, John Carter!

11. Something you want to do again next year?

I had a shitty childhood and I am very used to chameleoning myself into whatever someone might want from me in order to be liked. It's craven and pathetic, and I spent the first decade of my adulthood working to recover from it in a family context. Lately, I've been working on it in places that are a lot more present and difficult to reckon with, like work (where you get actively rewarded for being the placid overachieving chameleon!) and in friendships. I'm doing pretty well, but I've found it difficult in 'legacy' friendships of many years for various reasons. It's one of the things I've liked least about myself for years. This year, through a bizarre game of telephone, I was told some damning and irrefutable information about an old schoolfriend's cheating then-fiancé, and had to tell her about it if I wanted to sleep at night. I was terrified but I did it, and everything worked out. I also had to end another old friendship for reasons that were long-overdue. Both were scary and hard things to do, but I'm better for them. I want to keep working hard to be the friend I'd want, rather than the friend who does everything to preserve someone's short-term happiness at the expense of all else.

19. What are you excited about for next year?

Oh god, so much. I have a little journal which I've decorated with the strapline 'Nooo don't kill yourself your so sexy aha', lmao. I've then written down a bunch of cool things I want to do next year, including a little travel. Mostly though it's mundane things--art and craft experiments, photography, a new writing project. Three small things I'm excited for: - growing carrots again!! - continuing friday movie night with my friends who live nearby - befriending the crows in the park in exchange for better photos of them

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"That was the best birthday party ever!"

"You say that every year, Mila" Rúben chuckles.

"And every year, I mean it. I don't know how you guys manage to organize them and always surprise me."

"We know you better than you know yourself."

"You know me better than I know myself. You are my best friend forever" she says with a big smile.

"Your bff, yes."

"A bff who looks really handsome today, by the way."

"I do?"

"You do" Mila says, looking at him while he drives. He obviously is stupidly handsome and hot, but today, it is different. Today, it feels different for some reason.

"Thank you" Rúben smiles, feeling his cheeks get warm. It isn't the first time she compliments him like this. Why does it feel different? "But I couldn't let the birthday girl down. You look gorgeous."

"What did you say before we left for the party? Your exact words" she asks with a cheeky smile.

"That you looked bloody gorgeous" he replies with a similar smile. And he had meant it. The moment she left her room, Rúben couldn't take his eyes of Mila. He had seen her all dolled up many times before, but she had never looked this good. He had never found himself looking at her in awe, thinking that she couldn't be real.

"Are you ok?"

"Uh?"

"You suddenly went all serious" Mila says.

"It's nothing, don't worry. Should we play some music, keep the party going until we make it home?"

"Yes! But I pick the songs, you drive."

"Ok" Rúben chuckles.

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"Mila, what is taking you so long?"

"My feet hurt."

"Your feet hurt?"

"Yes" she says, still sitting inside the car. "Can I ask one last thing as the birthday girl?"

"Your birthday ended a couple of hours ago."

"Just one last thing" she pouts.

"Fine" Rúben says, rolling his eyes.

"Can you carry me upstairs? My feet seriously hurt, I'm not making it up."

"What?"

"Oh, c'mon. Don't act as if it was the worst thing in the world. You've carried me around many times before, it takes you zero effort with those big and strong arms of yours."

"My what?" he chuckles.

"Come here" she says, stretching her arms toward him. "I want a piggyback ride."

"On that dress?"

"I'll roll it up, don't worry" she says, doing exactly that while Rúben can't keep his eyes from her fingers, from the way they touch her skin.

"Ok, let's go" he says, clearing his throat.

"One, two... Three!" Mila giggles, jumping on his back.

"Comfortable there?"

"Very. Let's go home" she says, resting her head on his shoulder.

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"Where to now?"

"My room" Mila says once they walk into their apartment.

"And what do I do now? Do I let you fall on the bed, throw you like a potatoes sack..."

"You know, the boys may be right. You do like violence."

"That's not being violent."

"And it isn't being gentle either."

"Ok, fine" Rúben says, sitting down on the bed. "Is this what the lady wanted?"

"It is" she giggles, freeing herself from his grip, making him miss it. Though it doesn't last long.

"Mila!" he says as she pulls him down, making him lay on the bed with her. On top of her to be precise. "What are you doing?"

"I want a cuddle to end my birthday."

"A cuddle?" he chuckles.

"Yes, a cuddle from my bff. Is that too much to ask?"

"It is not" he says, moving to lay next to her and hugging her from behind. "But don't fall asleep."

"I won't, I promise."

"I don't trust you, turn to look at me."

"Urgh" she says, moving to face him. "Happy now?"

"Very" he says, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Mila asks.

"I'm not thinking about anything."

"Yeah, sure. You are too focused, you are definitely thinking about something."

"It is nothing" Rúben says, his fingers now caressing her ear, the temptation to keep moving down to her jaw and to her lips, being very real. Her lips. What would happen if he kissed her now? Bruno would definitely be happy, though they would have no proofs about it happening. Instead, he just lets his arm rest around her waist.

"Rúben..." Mila whispers. He is looking at her lips. And he is so close. What if he kisses her? What would happen? Will it change things between them? "I have to pee" she suddenly blurts out.

"What?"

"I need to pee, please let me go" she says, trying to move Rúben's arm from her waist.

"Ok" he says, confused about her reaction.

"It'll probably start taking off my make up too, so you can go to your room. It's late."

"Ok."

"Good night, Rúben" she says, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

"Good night" he mutters. He was going to kiss her. He wanted to do it. But she clearly didn't. She noticed, she freaked out, and that's why she's hiding on the bathroom. "Great" Rúben says to himself as he leaves her room.

That night, it takes him ages to fall asleep. He can't stop thinking about Mila, about how she made him feel today. It was something new, something he had never felt before with her. Could John be right? Could  have the love he had always felt for her as his best friend, started to turn into something else?

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[buried-in-stardust]

⚠️ Content warnings: homophobia, hate crime, knife attack, graphic violence, murder ⚠️

Fong Hiu-tung, 26, and Lau Kai-hei, 22, were stabbed to death by a 39 year old man in a Hong Kong shopping mall on June 2nd, 2023. The man had purchased a knife just before stabbing Fong Hiu-tung in the back. Lau Kai-hei tried to fend off the assailant and pull her partner away, but failed. After stabbing both of them multiple times, the assailant waited calmly for the police to arrive. The police believe the assailant and victims had no connection and did not know each other.

Fong Hiu-tung was a waitress in a high-end restaurant, while Lau Kai-hei was a hair stylist at a nearby salon. Lau Kai-hei also worked part-time at a bar, which is where they had met. On the day of the attack, the couple had planned to meet with Fong Hiu-tung's family to attend her grandfather's birthday party after visiting the mall.

Fong Hiu-tung and Lau Kai-hei loved each other and died for it. May they rest in peace.

Thread has links and information, but contains a graphic video and pictures. Please proceed with caution:

Some details on being a lesbian in China below the cut:

From Naomi Wu, an explanation of what lesbians face in China/Hong Kong:

When men attack Toms (butches), they think a lot of things- sometimes in Chinese we say "one lesbian steals two men's wives"- herself and her partner. And for bitter middle-aged, unmarried men like this attacker, they've been told their whole life they are owed a wife to wait on them hand and foot- and they feel robbed and wronged by a young handsome Tom taking what's "theirs". They are angry, entitled, jealous- they want to teach her a lesson. They want to punish her for having what is rightfully theirs when they don't. Then it's "Oh, if you want to act like a man, I'll treat you like one". Most need to justify it to themselves to get started. Of course, the femme/Dee/P is always next, because we will fight to save our Tom, and once we do, they can justify turning their violence on us next. In their twisted head, they decide their unprovoked attack was "fighting 1-on-1" and it's our fault for getting involved. All Toms know the deal, they cannot win, all Toms tell their girls again and again "if something happens, just run, I can take it". When the time comes, all Toms try to buy their girl time to get away- even as they go down under fists and boots…or knives😭 They want to buy us time, but no femmes can bear to leave them, so it never works. But they always go for our Toms first, then us. Every time.

And Naomi Wu on how the assailant would know they were lesbians:

Good questions "how would he know they were lesbian?". See pictures below- Chinese lesbians with a Tom are pretty obviously lesbians, at least to our eyes. Chinese lesbians basically come in three varieties- T, P, and H. Historically that's 99% of us, these days, probably 95% with a bit more variety coming in. Very, very, very loosely mapped- T- Tom/Butch P-Dee/Femme/Pretty Girl/Po H- Half/Futch (Amber [Lau Kai-hei] kind of gives H vibes but not my place to say.) If you see a butch girl like Daniel [Fong Hiu-tung], or my Kaidi [Naomi's girlfriend], or the other Toms you have seen me with, they're lesbian. I'm sure there are some non-lesbian Chinese women out there with that clear Tom aesthetic- but I've never met one. I suppose there are also some straight guys that look like Tom of Finland Leather Daddies walking around with similar-looking straight male friends- it's just not common. That gender expression is as clear a signal to you, as ours is to us. Some girls that look H are straight, some boyish girls are straight- but almost never Tom presenting women like Daniel or Kaidi. Now two Chinese women with more conventional gender expression simply holding hands would leave plenty of room for doubt, and there is the polite obliviousness of Chinese who will pretend they don't know a LGBT couple is a couple, but if I'm out with Kaidi- or with any Tom, basically zero people don't actually know we're a couple at a glance. That's just how LGBT works here, we have a look. Amber and Daniel were, likewise, for lack of a better word- and in a bit of celebration- flamingly, gloriously lesbian and easily picked out of a crowd as such- as Kaidi and I would be. More here: https://popula.com/2019/03/27/the-t-on-chinese-transmasculinity/

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The Set Up

Hwang Hyunjin x thick female reader

Word count: A little over 8K

Synopsis: When the most popular boy on campus invites you on a date to a party with him you say yes but you're apprehensive, unsure as to why he would take a sudden interest in you. When it all seems to be just a vicious set up by a group of girls that are hell bent on making you miserable, you take off. Does Hyunjin really see something in you or are you just a pawn in a cruel game.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/cursing, a little PDA, dry humping (kind of), unprotected piv sex (please use protection irl!), Oral (m&f receiving), fingering (m &f), dirty talk, deep throating, face fucking, cum eating, a little spit play, cream pie, cum shot, spanking, tit fucking. I think that is everything, but if I ever miss something please let me know and I'll will add it immediately!

Unfortunately, so far, your college experience had been pretty much the same as your high school one was. You had been hopeful that since college was the time to start getting ready for the real world and what it held that people would grow up. That was not the case as you found out quickly your freshman year.

You had rushed for a sorority, trying to make some friends in a strange new environment where you knew no one. You realized that had been a mistake pretty quickly. They hadn’t liked you from the jump. It didn’t matter to them that you dressed nicely or had nice makeup and hair or that you had similar interests, all they saw was a ‘fat girl’ trying to join their club, they had an image to uphold and they were NOT about to let that happen. So they gave you the most humiliating tasks to complete as part of your hazing during rush week.

One of the humiliating tasks you were put up to was sneaking into the campus pool with a couple of the sisters and skinny dipping in the middle of the day. Of course, you were made to strip and jump in first. As soon as you jumped in the pool the two upper classmen that had joined you to ‘make sure you followed through’ snatched your clothes and ran off, leaving you naked and alone in the pool. When you resurfaced and realized what they had done you had started to panic. How were you going to get out and back to your dorm without anyone seeing you? You had huddled into a corner, somewhat out of sight, as you tried to figure out a plan.

You were jerked from your brainstorming session by the squeaking sound of the pool door opening. You had hoped it was the sorority sisters coming back with your clothes to say they’d only played a prank but your heart was lodged in your throat when you saw one of the popular guys from the swim team make his way in. Hwang Hyunjin. You turned your back to him and tried to huddle down so that he wouldn’t see you, as if that would work. When he heard the movement in the water it had only alerted him to your presence.

“Oh! Hey, I didn’t realize anyone was in here.” You kept your body completely submerged and your back to him still, acting as if you didn’t hear him.

“I don’t think we’ve met I’m Hyun...” He was making his way around the pool closer to where you were and you started to internally freak out. You screamed before he got any closer.

“STOP!” Hyunjin was startled by your echoing demand. He dropped his towel and stopped dead in his tracks.

“I’m sorry, is... are you okay?” He asked with what sounded like genuine concern in his voice.

“I uh... I... the sorority... the girls they... rush...” You couldn’t make the words form in a coherent sentence. Hyunjin wasn’t an idiot he could put two and two together. His eyes got wide when he realized that you were trying to say you were naked in the pool.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I...” He squeezed his eyes closed, grabbed his towel and tossed it towards the ladder he was by at the edge of the pool deck.

“If you want to swim over and take that, I swear I’ll keep my eyes closed.” You were apprehensive but figured you had nothing he would want to see anyway so why would he look. You swam over to the ladder he tossed the towel by, climbed out, snatched it from the ground and wrapped it around yourself quickly.

“I... thank you.” You managed to get out in a quiet voice.

“I’m... you can open your eyes.” Hyunjin looked up and opened his eyes but you still couldn’t look at him, utterly embarrassed.

“No problem, really, it happened to a couple freshmen last year too. I’m glad I could help.” You nodded and quickly turned to leave.

“I’m Hyunjin by th-” You dashed through the door before he could finish his sentence. That was how you met Hyunjin and it was the first and only time you had ever spoken to him. It was also how you knew sorority life wasn’t for you. These weren’t friends you wanted if you had to go through all that just for them to accept you. That choice had brought down the wrath of the sisters on you though. They didn’t want you to join but it didn’t make sense to them for you to not want to and from that point on they had made making your life hell their favorite past time.

Now in your junior year of college you knew how to steer clear of them for the most part. You would see Hyunjin around campus sometimes but neither of you ever approached the other or said anything about the pool incident. After two years you were sure he didn’t even remember who you were. So, you were completely caught off guard one day when he came up and started talking to you like it was the most normal thing in the world. You had been reading under a tree to kill time between a couple of classes when suddenly Hyunjin kneeled down next to you.

“Hey! Whatcha reading?” You jumped and squeaked, putting your hand to your heart.

“Oh sorry! Didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” That was when you looked over and realized it was Hyunjin. Your eyes went wide and you didn’t know what to say at first. Luckly the hamster in the wheel started running again and you were able to form a fragment of a sentence.

“Uh... you’re fine. IT’S fine I mean.” Your flustered response made Hyunjin smile which didn’t help the state you were in already because his smile was devastating.

“So... your book?” You looked down at the book in your hand and remembered he’d asked a question when he’d startled you.

“Oh... um... it’s The Count of Monte Cristo...” Hyunjin’s smile grew.

“That’s a great book, one of my favorites; have you read it before?” You nodded and smiled a little finally, letting a bit of a wall break down.

“One of mine too!” Hyunjin sat down on the grass next to you.

“So good taste in books, smart, pretty...” Your face turned a bright shade of red and you looked down at your book cover and nervously picked a little at the tattered binding.

“You’re pretty shy huh? I don’t really see you at any events or parties, didn’t you join that sorority you rushed for your freshman year?” Your eyes went wide and you looked up at him when he mentioned rushing and freshman year. You suddenly sprung up from the ground grabbed your books and went to take off. He jumped up too and gently grabbed your wrist before you could get far.

“Wait! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bring up a bad, I mean... that’s not important, I don’t know why I brought that up. I’m just trying to ask if you’d go to a party with me tonight.” You turned and looked at him with a confused expression glued to your face.

“Wait what?” Hyunjin let go of your wrist and his hand went to the nape of his neck as he squeezed and rubbed it nervously.

“Well, there’s this party tonight see and I know you don’t really do the party thing but I just figured maybe you would consider going with me?” You heart was ready to beat out of your chest, eyes wide again.

“What... like... like a... date?” Hyunjin smiled and you felt like an idiot for even having said the word.

“I mean not like a date date, but like-” Hyunjin cut off your nervous ramble.

“Yes. Like a date y/n.” You froze. You’d never heard him say your name before. Of course, you hadn’t, you never spoken to him and you had never told him.

“How do you know my name?” He took a step towards you and pushed your hair behind your shoulder and out of your face.

“We’ve gone to the same school two years y/n, I pay attention.” You dared to actually look into his eyes and it was a mistake because you weren’t sure if you’d be able to look away again. The beauty mark under his eye drew you in and his deep brown eyes were what held you, you almost couldn’t decipher where the iris stopped and his pupil started they were so dark.

“You pay attention... to me?” You weren’t sure where you were getting the confidence to ask him such bold questions but he took another step towards you, the space between you becoming smaller still and he nodded.

“Please y/n? Go out with me tonight? I promise you’ll have a great time.” You bit your lip as you considered it.

“Okay Hyunjin, I’ll go to the party with you tonight.” His smile beamed scrunching up his eyes and making his dimples pop out.

“Fantastic, I’ll pick you up at 8:30?” You nodded and he smiled widely again. He slid a ripped piece of paper in your hand and kissed your cheek quickly before heading towards his next class. Turning back and smiling at you.

“I’ll see you then!” He shouted back. You smiled and touched your cheek where his lips had just been. You opened the torn piece of paper and read what was scribbled on it. ‘XXX-XXX-XXXX here’s my number text me xoxo Hyunjin’ His handwriting was almost as beautiful as he was. You hesitated a few minutes but then pulled out your phone and shot him a text with your name and a selfie.

You didn’t really expect a reply but just a minute later Hyunjin text you back a selfie with a winky face emoji and you couldn’t believe how amazing he looked when he had just been running off to class. You got your head together enough to get yourself to your next class. The rest of the day seemed to go just like any other. When you got home you changed into sweats and cuddled up with your cat to nap for a bit before getting ready for the party.

The incessant ringing of your phone woke your cat up, who in turn walked all over your face until you woke up and answered it without even looking.

“Hello?” Your voice was deep, very obviously the voice of a person that just woke up.

“Oh, hey! It’s Hyunjin.” You sat up and looked at the clock. It was already 6:30! You hadn’t meant to sleep that long.

“I had just tried texting to get your address a couple of times and you hadn’t replied so I thought I’d try calling sorry if I'm disturbing you...” You cleared your throat trying to sound alert and normal.

“Oh no no! I’m just getting ready; sorry I didn’t realize you had texted. I’ll send you my address hold on.” You put Hyunjin on speaker phone as you pulled up your text thread and saw the missed texts he’d mentioned. You typed out your address and hit send.

“There. Sorry again, I didn’t realize...” Hyunjin stopped you from making any excuse.

“Totally fine! You still good for 8:30 right?” You hummed your agreement.

“Good, great... I’ll see you in a little while then. Bye y/n.” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“See you, bye Hyunjin.” As soon as you hung up you took a record speed shower, dried and styled your hair, put on some simple make up, it would be dark anyway. Now it was time to pick out your outfit. You had two laid out on your bed. One was a basic pair of jeans, a cute top and boots.

The other was a black dress you had only worn when you tried it on before buying it the beginning of your sophomore year. You had bought it because you felt amazing when you had tried it on but when you had gotten home you had gotten inside your own head and never wore it. It eventually made its way to the back of your closet but now you had it pulled out and you were considering going for it.

You were standing there in your black bra and panties when your phone rang. You looked down and saw Hyunjin’s name on the screen. Shit. You quickly grabbed the dress stepped into it and realized you couldn’t zip the back up all the way. You grabbed your phone and swiped to answer.

“Hey! I’m here; you ready?” You struggled trying to reach the zipper and sighed in frustration.

“Almost, sorry, just...” Hyunjin could tell you were having an issue with something.

“Everything okay?” You huffed a sigh again still unable to reach the zipper on the dress.

“I’m ready I... I just can’t get the zipper on this dress...” You were just about to give up and change into the jeans really quick.

“Oh, just a second I’ll be right up.” You went to insist on him not coming to help zip your dress but he’d already hung up before you could. Just a minute later there was a knock on your door. You opened it and there was Hyunjin. He looked amazing in black fitted slacks, with a matching jacket and a black button up shirt, at the worst of times he looked fantastic but tonight he was breath takingly gorgeous.

The nagging voice in the back of your head scratched at you asking what in the world did he want to go out with you for. Before you could spiral in to any thoughts like that Hyunjin smiled, that same one that made his dimples show and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“So, where’s this zipper?” You stepped aside letting him in and shutting the door.

“It’s just on the back here...” You pointed.

“I got it like half way but...” He giggled.

“Yea there was no way you were gonna be able to get the rest of this unless you were a contortionist. You’re not, are you?” He winked at you and you blushed profusely at his flirting.

“No.” You whispered with a smirk. Hyunjin stood behind you, grabbed the delicate zipper and tried to pull it up but it seemed to be stuck. When he went down a bit, the zipper would go down and then he would pull up again and it would go up a bit, but not all the way.

“Uhm, I’m gonna have to unzip a bit to get it to go all the way up. Okay?” You didn’t think your face could be any redder. You heart was thumping in your ears as you shook your head okay. He pulled the zipper down to where it began and saw the top of your black silk panties peeking. He took a deep breath. When Hyunjin pinched the base of your zipper between two fingers just that minimal contact made you want to press your thighs together.

He pulled up on the zipper and it smoothly glided all the way up your back this time. Once your dress was secure, he took a step closer, pulling your hair away from your face again.

“Thank you.” It was so quiet he wouldn’t have heard it if he weren’t standing so closely now. He pressed his warm soft lips against your exposed shoulder.

“You're welcome.” He breathed out and the warmth of his breath on your neck gave you goosebumps. You turned unsure of what to do and realized quickly that might not have been such a good idea because now Hyunjin was almost nose to nose with you. You shuddered out a breath.

“Hyu... Hy... Hyunjin? Uh... the... party?” The gaze that Hyunjin had locked on you seemed to break when you mentioned the party, like he had suddenly remembered what he was there for.

“Right! The party! Uhehm! Let’s get going!” You grabbed your sweater that you were going to wear over the dress and Hyunjin took it from you and held it for you to put on.

“Oh... thank you... again.” He winked at you and opened the door.

“No problem.” You smiled and walked out locking up before heading down to Hyunjin’s car. He was a gentleman in every sense of the word, opening the door to your building and the car door, easing you in.

“Watch your head...” He closed your door and made his way to the driver’s side of the car. He pulled his door closed and looked over at you smiling before putting the keys in the ignition and starting the car.

“It’s gonna be so much fun. I can’t wait.” Hyunjin’s excitement for this party was starting to rub off on you.

“I can’t either.” You smiled back at him. The car ride wasn’t long, the party was at one of the frat houses and you lived in an apartment not far from the neighborhood where most of the fraternity and sorority houses were.

You were way out of your wheel house when you stepped foot into the loud party. Hyunjin seemed to notice. He grabbed your hand and leaned into your ear to speak, his breath fanning across your neck for the second time already that night.

“Come on let's get a drink and then we can wander a bit yea?” You just nodded. You were just gonna go with whatever Hyunjin said in this moment. You trusted him, especially because of the pool incident. Hyunjin got himself and you drinks and you started walking around the party.

He’d randomly stop and say hi to friends of his, introducing you politely every time. Some smiled and greeted you kindly other’s just kind of looked and smiled. You knew what those friends were thinking. ‘Why is he here with her?’ You tried to ignore those thoughts and enjoy the party with Hyunjin. After a few drinks and socializing, you were doing just that. Hyunjin leaned in to speak to you again.

“I have a question, but I’m a little nervous to ask.” You looked at him a little buzzed and raised your eyebrow.

“Go on, you have my attention.” He laughed.

“Okay okay... that day we met the first time... at the pool?” Your breathing stopped and you tensed.

“Do... did you ever want to just go all Edmond Dantes on them, like full Monte Cristo and plot your long-awaited revenge on the sorority sisters that did that to you?” You couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh that got a few heads to turn in your direction. Hyunjin smiled widely never hearing you laugh so hard before. You took a sip of your drink and answered him.

“Honestly no. Dantes was so angry and sad and lonely during that time, his revenge was all he thought he had left, all he cared about, more so than even Haydee at that point. Only after did he realize he had more all along and luckily, he learned before he was completely lost to his darkness. So, while Dantes’ revenge may seem like sweet victory to some who read the story to me that part is heart breaking.” Hyunjin’s was in awe of your analysis.

“It really is your favorite story huh?” He asked with a smirk and you nodded.

“Absolutely it is.” You took another sip of your drink and nodded your head to the next song that was starting. Hyunjin stood up and held his hand out to you.

“Wanna dance?” You looked at him and he could see how apprehensive you were about saying yes.

“Please? It’s easy, you just move your body with mine.” He grabbed your cups and set them down before he pulled you onto the makeshift dancefloor.

“Like this.” He stood impossibly close to you, one of his legs slotted between yours. He dipped down a bit and wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer, his other hand resting on your hip, helping you sway to the song. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

“That’s it... now just move with me.” He moved his hips back and forth with yours and you could feel the arousal pooling in your core. Hyunjin pressed his thigh against you more firmly as he continued to rock your hips to the rhythm of the slow R&B playing. You weren’t sure what it was, the alcohol, which you typically didn’t drink, the heat from all the bodies on the dancefloor, Hyunjin’s thigh pressed against your aching sex as you rubbed against each other, or a combination of all of them but you were suddenly very light headed. You stumbled a little and put your hand to your forehead. Hyunjin helped you steady yourself.

“Whoa, are you okay?” You nodded and gave him a thumbs up as you peeled your sweater off. Hyunjin took it for you and draped it over his shoulder.

“Yea, just a little dizzy. I think I just need some water and air.” He went to help you towards the kitchen when one of his friends stopped him.

“Hwang 911 emergency I need your help NOW!” He looked at his friend irritated and motioned towards you.

“Get someone else Jisung, I’m already dealing with...” Jisung leaned in and whispered something into Hyunjin’s ear. Hyunjin’s face got serious and he looked back at you with his lips pressed together tightly.

“Look I wouldn’t even ask if I wasn’t truly needed... are you good to get some water and air on your own for a second? I’ll be right there after I swear!” You smiled and shook your head.

“Yea, go help your friend, I’ll be fine.” He leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek and then was lost in the sea of people with his friend. You made your way to the kitchen and found a bottle of water. You had half of it gone by the time you got out to the back yard for some air. You stood there taking some deep breaths, sipping your water, when you heard a very familiar but not so welcome voice.

“Oh y/n fancy seeing you here.” It was Riyah one of the sorority sisters that constantly had it out for you.

“Oh, yea hey Riyah, yea I...” She cut you off, her voice, a sickly-sweet tone.

“Your here with Hwang Hyunjin, right?” You bit your lip and shook your head confirming to her that yes you were there together and she laughed.

“You do know WHY he asked you out right?” Your heart started racing but you didn’t want her to know she was getting to you.

“I assume because he wanted to?” She laughed again, this time even louder.

“HA!! It was just a prank. Lynn is in there now with him. She asked him to ask you as a joke.” Your eyes narrowed at the mean girl in front of you.

“That’s not true...” You denied it but you didn’t sound so sure.

“Oh, you think so? Well, why don’t you just go see for yourself.” Riyah giggled sipping her drink as she walked back into the party. You stood there for a moment and waited for Hyunjin to meet you like he’d said he would. After a few minutes you walked back into the party and started scanning the crowd for him. You saw the back of his long blonde hair and started making your way through the crowd towards him. Just as you were walking up behind him you noticed he was standing there with Lynn just like Riyah said he would be. You froze. Lynn glanced over Hyunjin’s shoulder and saw you standing there, a snaky smirk on her face.

“Hey thanks again for bringing y/n to the party tonight.” Hyunjin nodded.

“Yea of course no problem.” Then Lynn leaned in and pulled Hyunjin in for a kiss looking back at you with her eyebrow cocked. Reminding you exactly who you were and where you belong. You turned and walked out. You just left your sweater, it didn’t matter, you just had to get out of there.

The whole night everything had just been a cruel joke and you ACTUALLY fell for it. You walked up the side walk in the direction of your apartment building, mad at Lynn and the sorority sisters, mad a Hyunjin, mad at yourself, not caring that tears were streaming down your face ruining your mascara and eyeliner.

When you were about a block away from the party a car came racing up from behind you and came to a screeching halt just as it past you. Hyunjin? He parked the car right there in the middle of the street and ran over to you. When he saw you had been crying, he tried to pull you in to a hug but you pulled back away.

“What. What’s wrong? Is this about Lynn? Because...” You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Did Riyah, Lynne and the sisters of Pi really ask you to ask me out to that party?” Hyunjin shook his head yes.

“Well yea, they’re Pi and my frat is Pi’s house brothers so...” You turned and started walking back up the street towards your apartment again. Hyunjin ran and stood in front of you stopping.

“Wait, wait...” You couldn’t stop the tears, you were so hurt, so angry.

“So, I was just a dare or bet or what!? 'Hey Hyunjin ask the fat girl on a date tonight, it’ll be funny'. Okay well you all got a good laugh at me. Now leave me alone!” You started to walk away again and Hyunjin blocked you again.

“Now WAIT!” You froze but refused to look him in the face.

“What in the fuck is going on? Talk to me?! Cause the last thing I knew you were getting water and air and I was gonna help Jisung with two idiots trying to spike drinks, then on my way to find you Lynn stopped me and started thanking me for asking you out and then kissed me out of the blue. I pushed her off and that’s when I saw you heading for the exit. I called for you but you didn’t hear me over the music. I tried to text you and then call and then I realized your phone was in the sweater of yours that I had.” You felt your hip like you had pockets and only then did you realize you didn’t have your phone.

“So, I hoped in my car and headed towards your apartments hoping to find you walking on the way. So, talk to me, tell me what happened.” You finally looked at Hyunjin with your tear-filled eyes.

“You remember how we met, yea?” Hyunjin nodded and you allowed him to wipe the fresh tears as they fell.

“Rush week, when the sorority you rushed for...” Then it hit him. You continued his thought.

“Left me naked in the pool. Yea. That was Lynn and the girls of Pi.” Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel like an absolute idiot. Any time he mentioned it you never wanted to speak about it so, he had never thought to ask who you had rushed for.

“Oh fuck. Oh y/n I had no idea! I promise!” You shook your head at him.

“Riyah told me they asked you to ask me out as a joke. Said you and Lynn were inside the party together and then I went in... and you were... and then she kissed you and...” You choked on the end of your sentence as you tried to hold back your tears. Hyunjin gently gripped your shoulders making you square with him so he could look at you directly.

“That is NOT TRUE! They told me you liked me and asked if I would ask you out. I said yes because I have liked you since the day at the pool y/n, but you always kind of avoided me. When they said you liked me it was all the push I needed to ask you out. I SWEAR I would never do anything like that to someone. I swear!” You wiped the rest of the tears from your face and sniffled a bit.

“Will you please take me home Hyunjin?” His shoulders slunk in defeat; he didn’t know if you believed him. He quickly straightened back up and put your sweater over your shoulders.

“Yea, come on, let's get you in the car.” Hyunjin opened your door and made sure again, that you didn’t hit your head while getting in. When he was back in the car, he looked over at you. You were leaned over towards your door, looking out the window, waiting for the car to start moving. His heart felt like it was getting squeezed harder and harder in his chest. He threw the car into drive and headed towards your apartment building.

When Hyunjin pulled up he parked in a space and turned off the car sitting there in the silence with you for a moment. Finally, he couldn’t take it and spoke.

“You believe me right.” You kept looking out the window refusing to look at him anymore. You just. Couldn’t.

“I want to but I don’t know if I can.” There was the squeezing feeling around Hyunjin’s heart again.

“Tell me why. Tell me why you would believe the girls that have tortured you over me. Why?” You didn’t know if you could actually say the reason out loud and not sound completely pathetic but you tried.

“Because that seems more plausible than you actually wanting to date me Hyunjin. Why would you want to date me?” His face contorted.

“I told you before, you’re smart and beautiful; why wouldn’t I?” You were doing your best to hold back the tears that wanted to fall again.

“Because I’m huge.” You motioned towards your body and Hyunjin’s head snapped in your direction at your words.

“DON’T talk down on yourself like that! Not that it matters but you are not huge, you a tummy, you have curves, you, forgive me for saying, have a nice ass and big... well you know what you have. You might be curvy, thick; however you choose to describe it but does not make you any less beautiful in my eyes and it doesn’t make you less than any of those bitches in that sorority.” You finally were looking at Hyunjin, your eyes and mouth wide open in surprise at his outburst.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap I just wish you could see what I see when I look at you because you’re so fucking beaut-” Your lips against Hyunjin’s shut him up quickly. His hand came up and pushed your hair back away from your face, your hair was always in your face, then he cupped your jaw and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth and gently sliding his tongue into yours. You made out in his car for a bit before you finally pulled away breathless.

“Hyunjin...” He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he gnawed at his lips.

“Hmm... yea?” He pecked a kiss on your lips again unable to resist.

“Do you... do you want to come upstairs?” He pulled back and looked at you, your cheeks turning pink as your thumb nail snuck its way in between your teeth nervously. Hyunjin smiled and nodded. He took the keys out of the ignition.

“Wait here just a second beautiful.” He got out of the car and you sat in anticipation in the passenger seat as he walked around to your side and opened your door. He helped you out of the car, then put his arm around your waist and led you into your apartment building.

As soon as you were on the elevator and the doors had shut, Hyunjin was all over you. Kissing your neck, gripping your hips, pushing his hips into yours showing you JUST how excited he was to be with you, to be kissing you. Suddenly the elevator door opened and you realized it had stopped at the laundry room floor. You shoved Hyunjin away both giggling as an older lady who lived a couple doors down from you entered the elevator with you, pulling her roll cart of clean laundry with her. Hyunjin’s hand was politely around your waist again and you smiled at your neighbor who smiled back at the two of you.

“Good evening.” She said sweetly. You were certain you were probably a sight. You in your nice black dress, him in his sleek black suit. Then between crying and making out, your makeup was most definitely a mess, even though you were both sober now you probably still smelled like the alcohol you had drank earlier. When Hyunjin leaned over and placed a kiss on your bare shoulder again you nudged him and looked at your neighbor apologetically.

“Sorry, he’s forgotten his manners.” Hyunjin smirked and your neighbor giggled.

“It’s fine, you’re just in love, you make a handsome couple.” You went to correct her but Hyunjin spoke first.

“Thank you ma’am, when you know you know. I think this one will be a love for the books for sure.” You looked up at him and he winked at you. Your face turned red for what you felt was the millionth time that night and your neighbor smiled, noticing the blush in your cheeks.

“I think you’re absolutely right young man.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. The older lady insisted on the two of you faster walking kids going ahead first. When you were at your door you were fumbling with the keys because Hyunjin kept sneaking and nibbling at your ear or gently pinch your ass. You gritted your teeth at him and gave him a look as you finally got the door open to go inside. You walked in first and Hyunjin gave your neighbor a little bow before walking in too. She giggled and shook her head at the young lovers.

Inside your apartment things got heated quickly. As soon as Hyunjin was through your door he nudged it closed with his foot and had you pressed against the nearest wall. His lips devoured yours before leaving a wet trail down your jaw and throat. He lifted the skirt of your dress and slid both of his hands down your silky panties, one gripping your juicy ass firmly and the other’s fingers started tracing through your wet folds.

“Fuck beautiful, is all this for me?” You bit your lip embarrassed and he tsked you.

“No no don’t be shy gorgeous.” He started rubbing small circles on your clit as he grabbed your hand and put it over his cock. You gave it a little squeeze just to see and he was so hard already.

“See this is all for you too baby. You make me so fucking hard.” He kissed you again as he continued playing with your pussy and you gripped his dick over his pants and rubbed your palm up and down his clothed shaft.

You started nudging Hyunjin in the direction of your room as you untucked his shirt and worked at the button of his pants. Once you had them loosened, you slid your hand in past his briefs and gripped his cock. It felt so good in your hand you didn’t even wait to get to your room, you dropped to your knees in the hall and pulled Hyunjin’s pants around his ankles before grabbing his erection and taking it into your mouth. He gathered your hair into a makeshift pony tail so he could watch you slide up and down on his cock.

“Fuck yes, suck me good baby, you’re so fucking good!” With Hyunjin’s encouragement you swallowed more of his cock, gagging yourself as you were deep throating him. You pulled off to take a breath stroking the head of his dick gently.

“Hyunjin, I’m gonna choke on you until you blow in my mouth, so if you think you’re gonna cum, don’t stop.” Hyunjin’s eyes rolled back.

“Fuck me loveeee...” You sucked him back into your mouth, hollowed your cheeks and started bobbing up and down on his cock, taking it deeper each time.

“Can I fuck your face beautiful?” You hummed in approval, your mouth full of his dick, and Hyunjin almost came. He held the back of your head and your lower jaw gently as he started fucking your throat deeper and deeper each time making you gag and drool on his cock more.

“Fuuuuck yes baby YES! Wet your fingers beautiful, wet them and rub right under my balls baby, fuck! PLEASE! I'll blow so hard for you gorgeous!” You ran your fingers gently down Hyunjin’s balls collecting your spit as he continued to punish your throat with the head of his cock. When you pushed your fingers firmly against his perineum you started rubbing small circles and you groaned hard around his cock.

Between the finger massaging him, the deep throating, and the vibrations from you humming, Hyunjin unloaded into your mouth. You continued to bob and suck every last bit of cum from his cock before letting go. He pushed your hair out of your face and tilted your head back so he could see you all fucked out and covered in spit. A little bit of cum dribbled down your chin and Hyunjin swiped it with his thumb, pushing it back into your mouth.

“Open up and show me all that cum baby.” You opened your mouth and showed Hyunjin his cum pooled in your mouth.

“Good girl, do I taste good?” You closed your mouth and shook your head yes humming in satisfaction.

“Good. Now swallow what I gave you.” You did as you were told and swallowed the big load of cum Hyunjin had shot into your mouth. You opened your mouth showing him your clean tongue before he helped you off your knees and attacked your lips, tasting the remnants of his cum on your lips. He pushed his fingers past your panties and into your pussy again collecting your juices. He pulled his fingers out, put them between his plump lips and sucked them clean.

“Where’s your bed, I need to lay you down properly before I eat this pussy.” You clenched around nothing at his words. Hyunjin stepped out of his pants and underwear as he followed you from the hall to your room, unbuttoning his shirt along the way. Once you were in your room you turned and faced Hyunjin again. You walked up to him and ran your hands up his firm body and under the shoulders of his shirt, pushing it off and onto the floor leaving him completely naked in front of you.

“You’re so perfect.” You whisper as you take in his lean body and the beautiful lines. He tilted your chin up to look at him.

“I’m not perfect, no one is. I don’t want you to think of me like I’m someone you’re unworthy of because that’s not true.” You looked him in the eyes. You hadn’t done it very often but when you did it hypnotized Hyunjin.

“Did you mean what you said to the lady?” He tilted his head.

“In the elevator? About our love being for the books?” He asked and you sheepishly nodded.

“Every single word of it.” You kissed Hyunjin’s pouty lips softly and then turned.

“Unzip me?” He walked up closely behind you and took hold of your zipper, slowly dragging it down. His lips ghosted over your neck and shoulder as he slid your dress down your body.

“When you had me zip you up earlier, we almost didn’t make it to the party. I wanted to take you right then, kiss you, taste you, fuck you. I should have, then those bitches wouldn’t have upset you. You turned facing him, shaking your head.

“It’s not important now.” You kissed him and pulled him towards your bed as he unhooked your bra and tossed it aside. Hyunjin laid you back on the mattress as his long slender fingers worked their way down your soft body, squeezing your breasts, roaming your soft tummy, sliding down your full hips and gripping the sides of your panties that had been soaked for some time.

“Let’s take these off yea?” You nodded and lifted your hips allowing Hyunjin to slide your panties over your ass and down your legs. Usually being totally exposed to a lover would make you unbelievably nervous but something about the way Hyunjin looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way he treated you, even around other people, even around his friends, it made you feel truly wanted, desired, for maybe the first time in your life, you actually felt sexy. So you weren’t as nervous as you usually would have been with Hyunjin’s face positioned over your dripping core.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna eat you up.” With that statement, he spread you open and latched his pretty lips onto your clit softly sucking on it. Your hands gripped Hyunjin’s long hair and your nails scratched over his scalp making him hum in delight, sending the delicious vibrations radiating through your cunt.

“OH! Fuck! Hyun-Hyunjin-ah! That feels SO good please, fingers, please.” Hyunjin only let go of sucking on your clit long enough to wet two of his fingers and slide them inside you before continuing to eat your pussy like a starved man. He didn’t fuck you hard with his fingers, he didn’t need to, not when his lips and tongue were doing all the work. His fingers were just there to make you feel full, and they did.

“Oh my god Hyunjin I’m gonna cum don’t stop please, fuck yes God you’re so good at eating my pussy! I can’t I’m...” Hyunjin pushed your over the edge of your climax and you road out your orgasm on his tongue and fingers as he drank up every bit of you he could. He climbed on top of you and kissed you hard as his hands roamed the softness of your body again, like he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of you under his fingertips.

“Bend over for me baby. Get on your hands and knees and let me see that juicy ass!” He leaned over and gently bit the flesh on your hip by your ass and you laughed turning over and propping yourself on your elbows and knees. Hyunjin spanked your ass. You jumped and your cunt tightened around nothing.

“Do you like that gorgeous, like it when I spank your ass?” You moaned as he kneaded the sting away.

“Fuck yes! Feels so good, it will feel even better with your cock inside me.” Hyunjin spanked your other ass cheek and you clenched hard again.

“Oh, fuck baby I bet you’ll squeeze my dick nice and hard when I spank you while I fuck you. Huh?” You nodded and put your head down on the bed, arching your back and showing your slick cunt to Hyunjin.

“Please fuck me, need you inside me, please!?” Hyunjin spread you open and used his thumbs to massage so closed to where you wanted his cock.

“You want me to grab a condom really quick?” You pushed your ass back further into his hands.

“On the pill, you don’t have to unless you want to.” Hyunjin rubbed soft circles on your ass cheeks with the palms of his hands before lifting and spanking one side, then the other, then gripping your squishy hips tightly and pushed his cock inside you slowly.

When he felt his balls press against your soft warm cunt, he didn’t know if he’d last. You felt like heaven around him, wet and throbbing around his dick. He squeezed your ass and pushed you forward before pulling you back on his cock again.

“Fuck beautiful, is there anything about you that doesn’t feel FUCKING amazing? Your lips, your hips, this pussy. Fuck your dripping down my cock.” Hyunjin pulled your hips back harder as he snapped his hips into your ass faster.

“Hyunjin... fuck... Fu... harder! Fu-fuck me harder please!” He pulled out and put you on your back spreading your thighs, a hand on each one pushing you open and into the mattress. He sank into you fully again and started fucking you hard, rolling his hips, filling you completely and hitting that mind blowing spot inside you with every other thrust.

“Fuck you look so sexy taking my cock under me like this beautiful. You gonna cream on it? FUCK feel you clenching baby, you like the way I’m talking to you?” You clenched again, you did, you loved it. Every dirty thing he said made your pussy wet and tighten.

“Yes Hyunjin-ah fuck keep going!” Hyunjin spread your pussy lips open with his fingers and watched his dick slide in and out of your cunt, covered in more of your cum every thrust. Hyunjin puckered those god forsaken lips and a long string of spit came from between his full pink lips and landed on your clit. He started rubbing his thumb over your spit slicked clit, small circles as the rest of his fingers kept you spread open.

“Look at what I’m doing to you beautiful and then look at me.” You opened your eyes despite the immense amount of pleasure you were in and looked at Hyunjin playing with your cunt while he stuffed it with his cock. You moaned looking up at Hyunjin’s sweaty face.

“I’m gonna play with this pussy until you cum all over me. Cum for me beautiful.” He spit on your clit again and rubbed it faster as he fucked you hard. You couldn’t help the way you screamed his name out, loud enough the lady down the hall probably heard you as you came on his cock.

“HYUNJIN! Oh, fuck fuck fuck! Yes!” Hyunjin slowed down but still gave you solid thrusts as he fucked you through the last of your orgasm and began chasing his own.

“Fuck beautiful so fucking gorgeous laying there taking me, all fucked out and limp. Gonna let me cum on these?” He grabbed your big soft breasts that bounced with every hard thrust of his cock.

“Gonna let me cum all over these titties, right? Fuck I bet they’ll be so pretty painted. Yea? Glazed in my cum. Hmmm? Gonna let me cum on these.” He squeezed your nipples harder making you moan out your answer.

“Fuck yes Hyunjin, cum on them please, wanna feel it, warm and thick.” You pushed your breasts together and Hyunjin started snapping his hips into you quick. He moaned out, the sexiest sound you’d ever heard, as he came hard. He pulled his cock out as he started coming inside you and straddled you as he painted stripes of cum across your belly and breasts, his white pearly seed dripping down your hard nipples and out of your swollen, pink, hole.

“Fuck baby FUCK!" He stayed there kneeling over you, trying to collect himself post nut as you ran your fingers through his cum on your tits and ate it.

“Holy shit that was amazing Hyunjin-ah, mmm and you taste amazing.” When Hyunjin opened his eyes and saw you sucking his cum off your digits while more leaked from your cunt his half hard cock twitched in his hand.

He slid further up your torso and pressed your big cum coated breasts around his cock sliding it back and forth as he started working towards getting hard again. He grabbed your hands and made you push your breasts together, when you did, he reached back and started rubbing the cum dripping from your hole, all over your pussy before plunging his fingers inside you and circling your clit gently with his fingertips, making your legs tremble.

“Oh, we’re not done gorgeous. We have the whole night ahead of us and you’re not covered in nearly enough of my cum yet.”

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Let's share some things here 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Mr. Boyfie, let's call him Mr. Rocket since he majors in Aerospace Engineering, is a childhood friend of 10+ years. We have been close since let's say kindergarten? But all that contributed due to our fathers being close-knit friends working in a similar professional circle.

We spend all of our friendship years, relationships all alright and platonic. We're not on the same clique during most junior high and high school. His cliques are definitely the more popular ones, even though I got along well with them but they're the party-heavy clique and I dislike partying. Kind of hedonistic but I don't judge 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ We didn't look that close back then but we always talked behind the scenes. He always tells me things about his cliques and vice versa. Sometimes I feel like we're hiding our friendship too much because we act differently in public than when we were together alone so I kinda pull out a bit but not too much since we always naturally come back to each other.

My father (and his) have always smoothly implied about how we'd fit but I pretend to be dumb but yeah they really like to play matchmaking. During junior high to high school years, he had a couple of girlfriends. I never had a boyfriend. But we still talked, I kept my distance to be respectful whenever he had a girlfriend. (Not so) surprisingly, about a year or a year and a half ago, he invited me to a golf outing. When I thought he'd invite others, it ended up just us two. It's been a while since we did sports together because we went to separate universities and I stopped doing them rigorously after my injuries. And yeah then he dropped the 💥 that he broke up. But I was like "Oh. Damn" and that was the whole thing. We both ended up being silent until we went back home.

But after that happened, we naturally began hanging out together again. Happened for about a year or less, we'd go out once a week or once every two weeks, anywhere we'd like, out of city, country, etc. Until he asked me on a date two weeks ago, he asked me to try it out with him. And so I did.

Honestly? He checks all the lists for me but I haven't felt anything deep yet, however I feel like he's already in so deep so I'm a bit worried about that but I guess giving him a chance won't hurt.

Note: Mr. Boyfie is older than me but not by much