#and push bday girls actually party back?

[fell-in-love-with-a-fantasy]

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[kenananamin]

Nanami as a girl dad

Nanami is a girl dad, I will not argue or fight on this but if you think he's not... i got news for you ANYWAYS these are my Nanami headcanons as the best husband and dad and what he would do as a girl dad during pregnancy, birth, and actually raising the baby

takes a personal day off work to take you to your doctor's appointments then takes you to brunch and a movie. will hold your hand the whole time

fought HR/managers/supervisors/ANYONE for as much paternity leave as he could get

asked if he could work from home bc he doesn't want to miss a single moment of your pregnancy or newborn baby

sits on the floor to talk to his baby girl and holds your tummy saying that he's holding her hand

made 20 copies of the sonogram picture and kept them all. there's a copy in his wallet, behind his phone case, in the glove compartment, and in every suit jacket pocket close to his heart. he likes to brag about his girls (you and baby)

comes back from the store with more diapers and wipes bc "we need to be prepared"

bookmarks blog posts talking about how to bond with your baby

reads every book he can and asks the doctor more questions than any other dad who comes into the office

will ask anyone he trusts for advice, but gets defensive when someone tells him to do something differently

takes naps with his head on your lap and his lips touching your belly

has two hospital bags ready in the closet but has an emergency one in the trunk... just in case

does not sleep the whole time you're in labor even when the nurses tell him to "rest before the baby gets here"... that gets him more excited and doesn't let him sleep

tells you to dig your nails into his arm if you need to when you start pushing. kisses your entire face when the baby starts to cry and rushes to the nurse holding her to ask if they could stamp the baby's feet on his shirt/gown before cleaning her (a/n: my dad did this with me and it is the cutest thing ever. we still have the gown with the tiny feet stamped on there)

carefully takes off the shirt/gown and immediately wants to do skin-to-skin contact after you hold the baby first

follows baby to the hospital nursery and takes pictures of sleeping baby to change his wallpaper

changes wallpaper every two days bc "she did something cute" or "sticking her tongue out" or "giving me the stink eye"

loves waking up with her at night bc besides letting you rest... it's daddy-daughter time so don't interrupt

demonstrates what tummy time is while she lays on her baby bouncer (you laugh bc it's ridiculous and she's only a couple weeks old)

buys scrapbook and disposable cameras to start an album (the first of a hundred probably)

buys special clips for crib blankets to be tight and immovable around mattress bc he kept reading about possible suffocation

either way, does not like for her to sleep in her own room so he buys an extra baby moses to put in your room

has an extra diaper bag in his car bc he likes impromptu trips to let mommy rest

sulking when he has to go back to work

finds remote job within the next month

sits baby down on his lap while be works and she plays with her toy

throws an intimate 1st bday party first then a second one the next weekend to invite anyone he's ever talked to and brag about his family

literally kicks his feet and giggles with his daughter then stands up to be the most intimidating man to anyone else

tears of joy when you're pregnant again and sobs when they say it's a girl

carries his girls with him everywhere he goes

is proud that he's raising strong women who will learn how to fight for themselves. keeps reminding himself that he's raising the next generation and that fuels a fire deep inside him

let's the girls play with his hair and put all the clips they can find around the house on his head

lets his fingers and toes be horribly painted while he reads the newspaper and leaves the house with those nails

gets teary eyed on the first day of school and waits outside the school the whole day for a week (paid time off used)

can only do simple pony tails and braids but loves waking the girls up, sitting them on his lap and doing their hair while you get them dressed

making cute lunches for the girls with you is one of his favorite parts of the day

likes dressing the girls alike or the same and has a strange obsession with buying them overalls

loves playing barbie with them and lowkey has a favorite barbie

goes toy shopping behind mommy's back and tells the girls that this is the only secret that they can ever ever keep

randomly brings back flowers for every single one of his girls

takes his girls (you and daughters) on group and individual dates

makes the girls sign a contract written in crayon stating they "will love daddy forever"... frames it and puts it in his office

cries tears of joy AGAIN when you're pregnant with another girl... and looks for a bigger house

rips off door side where he was marking the girl's height and puts it in the new house. he did not believe in marking/tracing it on another thin piece of wood and said he wanted the original

takes everyone out for dessert every Friday and checks in on each kid to see how they're feeling and if they're ok

never misses a single game, recital, rehearsal, practice, ANYTHING

takes his daughters to their first self-defense class

does not believe in violence and does not condone it... but will first ask the girls if they won the fight (strongly insinuates that he will be disappointed if someone kicks their ass)

corrects the girls when needed and has a special look to tell them to stop messing around

later goes to apologize if he ever uses the look

will ask the girls for a sleepover and will throw every blanket on the floor to make one huge bed

tells the girls to follow him as he does repairs around the house or on the car bc they "need to know how it all works and how to deal with it"

is shocked when you're pregnant again (even though he likes to do a certain something that leads to babies) but is REALLY SHOCKED when it's a boy this time

reminds the girls that they have to be nice and helpful with their brother

starts all the reading and bookmarking all over again, but his time on how to raise a gentleman

raises the best little dude and let's the girls show him everything he has shown them so far

okaaaay okay i know i said he's a girl dad and a girl dad only buuuuut Nanami would raise the best little gentleman ever. AND IMAGINE A MINI NANAMI?!! ... but he's still a girl dad first and foremost

extras:

would absolutely praise his wife and randomly thank her for giving him a family

will wear a disguise and follow daughters to first date

refuses to parentify any of his kids and wants to let them be kids

constantly reminds them that they only get to be kids for a short amount of time then they have to be adults for the rest of their lives. so be silly

is always down for a quiet drive if anyone needs to clear their head

dreads the day when he will no longer he able to carry his kids on his shoulders

has already made mental plans for every possible situation the kids may create, even the absolutely crazy ones his brain has imagined

is very open w the girls and talks about safety in intimacy

leaves cute notes during bad or iffy days and writes motivational quotes on their mirrors with dry-erase markers

loves when you say he's a dilf

tries to talk to them about the stock market

passes his budgeting king crown to the kids

feels super cool when his kids brag to their friends about him, even puffs his chest a little bit

[hyuckiefluff]

tease | lee haechan

pairing: lee haechan x f!reader genre: enemies-ish to lovers, college au word count: 5.8k+ summary: Playing spin the bottle definitely wasn't what you had envisioned for your first college party. And the last person you expected to see was Lee Haechan. But life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, and this time it came in the form of the bottle landing on some drunk dude who dared you to kiss Haechan. warnings: oral (m receiving), fngering, cursing, drinking, hc calls reader princess a/n: rushed this one a bit to post it on time for haechan’s bday :D i hope you enjoy! and happy birthday my haechan ilysm baby! - i recommend listening to sweat by zayn while reading

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"New girl… what was your name... oh right.. Y/N” the guy's words stumbled out of his mouth, clearly too many drinks deep into the night. He was trying so hard to formulate a single coherent thought, but his speech was all over the place. And there you sat, legs crossed, waiting for whatever command he was about to throw at you.

"You should, ehm... uh… oh I know… you should kiss the person in front of you," he slurred, barely able to keep his eyes open.

You tensed up when the words left his mouth. You expected having to kiss someone in this game but you weren’t all that excited or open to the idea. Sure, you could've just taken a shot and avoided the whole ordeal, but you had already declined way too many requests and had knocked back enough shots for the night. Plus, your friend had disappeared into the crowd a while ago, leaving you to fend for yourself. You didn't want to push your drinking limit any further.

But honestly, the mere thought of kissing anyone at that moment felt too awkward. You didn't know a single person in this circle, and the boys surrounding you seemed ready to pounce at the opportunity. The uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach grew stronger. And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, someone sauntered into the circle, nudging the guy who had been in front of you aside, without a single word of protest. It was as if the universe itself conspired to make the situation even more complicated because there he was, in all his glory, Lee Haechan.

Let me give you a short backstory. Haechan was one of your brother's closest friends, and you practically grew up with him. Well, maybe "in his shadow" is a more accurate description. His larger-than-life personality always overshadowed your shy self whenever you were in the same room. And there was also the teasing. Haechan took great pleasure in getting under your skin. While most of your brother's friends ignored you, Haechan found it amusing to embarrass you at every opportunity. He'd mock your fashion choices and poke fun at your taste in music. Basically, anything he could find that was worthy of a good tease, he'd go for it. Sure, you'll admit that you were a bit of an awkward kid back then, spending most of your time holed up in your room, jamming out to some obscure indie band, and wearing some questionable outfits (you can totally blame your mom for that until you turned 13). 

Anyway, let's just say Lee Haechan wasn't exactly the friendliest face in your memory bank.

It’s been two whole years since you last laid eyes on him, and you honestly thought you'd never have to see him again. Your big brother mentioned that Haechan went off to "some college" out of town, so you assumed your paths would never cross. But your brother also conveniently forgot to mention the crucial detail that Haechan had actually managed to get into your top-choice university. Yes, the very same one you had been raving about since the idea of higher education even entered your mind. Thank you for the heads up, big bro.

Now you were sitting here, about to lose your mind because the first time you’re meeting Haechan after all this time, you're being dared to kiss him...in front of all these people too. There was no way you could do this. Your hesitance was impossible to hide, and everyone seemed to notice. But Haechan, being Haechan, couldn't resist making a comment about it. Of course.

“She won’t do it.” He said, taking a casual sip from his drink. 

Though he pretty much spoke your thoughts out loud, you still paused and looked at him raising an eyebrow. You would've shrugged it off, but there was no way you were going to let Haechan continue teasing you like that in college. You were too grown and fed up to allow him to treat you that way.

“And why won’t she?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He chuckled “Because she doesn’t have it in her.” He said the words slowly to taunt you. 

Maybe it was the fact that he was talking as if you weren’t in the room, or that he seemed so sure that you were too much of a coward to kiss him but before you could stop yourself you started crawling up to him. The circle of people around you suddenly more interested in your every move. Now you were kneeling in between Haechan’s sprawled legs, so close to his face that you could smell the mix of alcohol with his cologne. He put down his drink, the look of bore left his eyes and he perked up a little at your sudden closeness. Without giving yourself time to cower away you closed the distance between your lips. You didn’t miss the slight flinch of surprise he gave when your lips touched, he really wasn’t expecting you to go through with it.

Haechan would sooner be caught dead than admit it but he really enjoyed getting a rise out of you. It gave him this weird rush whenever he saw you getting all flustered or even a little pissed off. Sure, you were usually the shy and soft-spoken type, but deep down, there was a side to you that had some fight in it. It wasn't something you showed to just anyone, but he had managed to bring it out of you on more than one occasion.

He never in a million years expected seeing you at this party. It had been a while since he even thought about you. So, when he spotted you in the crowd, he was completely caught off guard. He watched you intently all night, trying to figure out if it was actually you. It hadn't been that long since he last saw you, but there was something distinctly different about you. You were engaged in lively conversations, your laughter floating through the air. It was a stark contrast to the image he had of you in his head.

He only remembers how reserved you were, back then you weren't able to have a full conversation with him or even hold eye contact. So, when he ended up sitting in front of you, teasing you like he always did, he never expected you to do anything more than maybe give him some attitude and walk away. But man, did you flip the script on him.

Before Haechan could even process what was happening, there you were, on your knees in front of him. His attention instinctively went to your tongue darting across your lips, that simple action getting him way too excited. Before he had a chance to react, your lips were already on his. The kiss started off slow, like a cautious test drive. Haechan could tell you weren't exactly planning to go this far, he could sense that hint of hesitance in your every move.

This wasn't the kind of kiss he usually went for. He liked them rough, the kind that leaves you breathless. But, there was something about you taking charge that had him intrigued. Even though it was a simple kiss with no crazy fireworks, it managed to get both your hearts racing.

Your hands went to his chin to keep him in place while your lips fumbled in a slow rhythm that had Haechan going kinda crazy inside. He had to fight hard to keep his cool, resisting the urge to grab you and kiss you back as hard as he wanted to. His hands stayed glued to the floor. He was scared that if he touched you, he wouldn't be able to stop himself, and also because his palms were suddenly a sweaty mess and he doubted you’d like that.

You tilted his head back a bit causing his mouth to slack open. With this new access, your tongue shyly ventured into his mouth, as if following an instinctive cue. Haechan also took a chance and nibbled on your lower lip, causing a soft whimper to escape your lips. The sound made his whole body tense up. Your hands roamed from his chin to the back of his head, testing the waters by gently tugging on his hair. That's when an involuntary grunt slipped out of Haechan's mouth, snapping you both back to reality.

As you pulled away, his eyes slowly fluttered open. Yours immediately darted to his slightly swollen lips, tinged with the color of your lipstick. Acting on some unknown impulse, you brushed your thumb against his lips wiping off the lipstick. He glanced at your finger and then met your gaze again, his eyes filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch. You said nothing and wiped the remnants of lipstick from your finger onto his clean white undershirt, all while maintaining unwavering eye contact. 

You stood up, trying not to make it too obvious that your legs were weaker than before. Seeing the slightly shocked and amused faces of everyone around you would’ve scared younger you into running away but you didn’t feel intimidated at all. 

"I'm gonna grab a new drink," you announced, giving Haechan one final glance before making your way out.

Of course, you didn't actually head to the drinks table like you said you would. Instead, you dashed straight for the bathroom, your heart racing like a herd of wild horses. Closing the door behind you and allowing yourself a moment to process everything that just happened and pretty much freak out.

"Have you lost your damn mind, Y/N?" you scolded your reflection in the mirror, the harsh reality staring right back at you. Disheveled hair, smudged lipstick, and that dazed look in your eyes, mirroring the same one that Haechan had after the kiss. Letting out a heavy sigh, you rested your hands on the edge of the sink, reluctantly admitting to yourself that the kiss wasn't half bad. Who would've thought? Haechan, your tormentor, sure knew how to kiss. His lips felt downright amazing against yours, and the taste…  a mix of alcohol with a subtle sweetness that lingered on your lips, intoxicating your thoughts as you unconsciously replayed the moment over and over in your mind.

But before you could fully immerse yourself, the bathroom door swung open with a force, causing you to yelp in surprise. In your mortification, you had completely forgotten to lock the damn door. Oh, how you wished you had because to your horror, the intruder turned out to be none other than Haechan himself. His surprise at finding you in the bathroom was evident, though you couldn't help but wonder if he had followed you all the way here.

"You could've found a better hiding spot, you know," he jeered, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes meeting yours through the mirror's reflection.

"I wasn't hiding, Haechan. Can't a girl have some privacy in the bathroom?" you fired back.

"Sorry, it's just that you looked a little frustrated when you left, princess," he taunted, his words dripping with a mixture of amusement and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"Quit calling me that" you shot back, irritation lacing your voice.

Haechan merely shrugged, his teasing smile still intact. "You're right. A princess doesn't run away like that after a kiss," he continued to taunt, enjoying the effect his words had on you.

"I didn't run away," you retorted, trying to maintain your composure. "But I don't need to explain myself to you anyway, so get out, Donghyuck," you said, turning around to face him with a glare.

His teasing demeanor faltered for a moment, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face at the use of his actual name. "Wow, it's been a while since anyone called me that. I like the way you say it," he admitted, attempting to lighten the mood. However, seeing your unamused expression, he raised his hands in surrender. "Come on, the kiss wasn't even that bad. You don't have to be embarrassed. Though it was so short, I couldn't really judge it properly."

"Pity, because you're never gonna get another chance," you replied, determination seeping into your voice as you turned your back to him.

Haechan studied you silently, his gaze fixed on your figure. There was a brief pause, a moment where the air between you seemed to thicken with anticipation. Slowly, he closed the distance between you, his proximity making you grip the edges of the sink tighter. He position his hands next to yours, his larger frame enveloping yours. Through the reflection in the mirror, his eyes locked onto yours. 

With a hushed voice, he leaned in close to your ear, his warm breath grazing your skin as he whispered, "We'll see about that."

The weight of his words hung in the air as he held your gaze for a moment longer. Then, with one final look, he pulled away, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

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A few days went by until you saw Haechan again at another party. It was insane how quickly you were getting invited to these things. Your social life went from zero to a hundred really quick. Things were finally looking up, and you were having a blast, making more friends along the way.

But of course, there he was—Haechan, lurking in the shadows like some lingering ghost. It felt like he was always in your peripheral vision, pretending he wasn't staring at you. Seriously, why couldn't he just go away? You made up your mind that finding someone else to hang out with would be the perfect way to shake off his annoying presence. Preferably someone who didn't get a kick out of teasing you mercilessly.

Just when you were mulling over your thoughts, a smooth voice broke through the noise from behind you. "Hey there, what's a beautiful girl like you doing all alone?"

You turned to face him and recognized him was one of the players from the spin the bottle game

 "Actually, I'm looking for my friend. She vanished into thin air, it seems," you replied, trying not to sound too awkward. Small talk was never your strong suit, especially with extremely attractive guys.

He nodded, laughing softly,  "Well, I can help you find her, but only if you dance with me."

You considered it for a moment, thinking it might be exactly the distraction you needed. "Sure, why not? Lead the way," you said, setting your drink aside and taking his hand as he guided you to the center of the room where people were dancing.

"I'm Jeno, by the way," he introduced himself, leaning in closer to your ear so you could hear him over the music.

You shouted back, "Nice to meet you, Jeno. I'm Y/N." He responded with an adorable eye smile, and you couldn't help but smile back.

In those few fleeting minutes with Jeno, you were already smitten. He was far more polite and considerate than the typical guys you had encountered in college so far. At first, there was definitely an air of slight intimidation surrounding him, probably because of his tall muscular frame and silver blonde hair, but as you danced together, he showed his soft and kind nature. His hands rested firmly on your hips, providing just the right amount of contact without encroaching on your personal space. As you felt more comfortable in his arms, you entwined your hands behind his neck, and only then he pulled you closer. The swift movement caused a gentle collision against his solid chest, confirming what you had suspected earlier—Jeno was no stranger to the gym. His white shirt was clinging to him in all the right places and you had to force yourself to look away before he caught you staring.

As the music played and your bodies moved against each other, Jeno leaned close to your ear once again. "You know... during the spin the bottle game, I was annoyed," he confessed.

Confused, you raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

"Because I was supposed to get that kiss from you, before that guy came and took my chance," he explained, his expression adorably pouting to emphasize his disappointment. 

Smiling at his confession, you couldn't help but tease him playfully. "Well, what if I told you I would've rather kissed you?"

His eyes lit up with delight, and you realized that he reminded you of a puppy. Jeno took your words as an invitation and slowly closed the gap between your faces, his lips barely grazing yours. But before the moment could fully unfold, the music abruptly stopped, and a crashing sound cut through the crowd. Turning your gaze over Jeno's shoulder, you saw chaos near the table where the sound system had been set up. 

The whole display had been knocked over, and the DJ  was engaged in a heated argument with another person. The other guy had his back to you, but you recognized that posture and when he turned his head to the side you confirmed who it was. Lee Haechan, his face contorted in anger as he flipped off the other guy who just kept yelling at him. His scorn only intensified when his eyes locked with yours, taking in the sight of you entangled with Jeno.

"What's going on over there?" you muttered to yourself, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene.

"Just some drunk jerk making a mess," Jeno replied, glancing back at you. 

You wished you could have resumed where you left off with him, but the interruption had shattered the moment. Not to mention, Haechan's piercing gaze lingered in your mind making you feel somewhat uneasy.

"Uh... I'm kind of thirsty. I should get a drink," you said, trying to find an excuse to escape the overwhelming atmosphere.

"I'll get it for you," Jeno offered, flashing a quick smile before heading off to fetch the drink. As he disappeared into the crowd, you ran your fingers through your hair, feeling the heat rising within you. The intensity of the almost-kiss and Haechan's intense stare made it hard to catch your breath. You needed a moment alone, away from the suffocating crowd.

You made your way to the bathroom upstairs, your go-to escape room. However, as you reached the door, you discovered it was locked, and the lewd sounds coming from inside let you know it wouldn’t be available for a while. Frustrated, you let out a sigh and glanced around, hoping to find another bathroom. Knocking on each door along the hallway, you realized that most of them were locked too, leaving little doubt as to what was happening inside.

Just as you were about to give up, the door at the end of the hallway swung open when you tried it, and you immediately slipped into the room discreetly. Closing the door behind you, you breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for this temporary escape. You stepped into the bathroom and splashed water on your face and neck, trying to cool yourself down. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel frustrated with yourself for allowing Haechan to disrupt your thoughts once again. You hadn't even exchanged a single word with him tonight, yet he managed to occupy your mind so intensely. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and with a shake of your head, you resolved to leave the bathroom and rejoin Jeno, who was probably wondering where you had run off to.

But to your surprise and horror, someone stood on the balcony. You hadn't even realized the room had a balcony when you entered. The figure seemed unaware of your presence. So you attempted to make a silent exit, and almost succeeded until you accidentally tripped over a trash can. Wow, you really needed to pay better attention to your surroundings.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice called out, the one that had been haunting your thoughts just moments ago. Frozen in place, you debated whether to make a run for it. Surely he wouldn't stop you, right? He wouldn't chase after you... would he?

"Haechan..." you sighed, your tone conveying your frustration at seeing him. 

"Are you stalking me or something?," he asked, his teasing tone cutting through the tense air. You rolled your eyes at the absurd suggestion.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that? It seems like you're always popping up wherever I go… first the game, then the bathroom, and now here," you retorted, counting off the instances on your fingers. "What are you even doing here?" You gestured around the room, emphasizing your point.

"I could ask you the same thing. Weren't you just getting cozy with that Kendoll downstairs?" he asked, hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets as he gradually closed the distance between you. Now, up close, you could see him clearly. He wore a black graphic t-shirt with the words 'they come, they go,' and his jeans were ripped on the thighs. His hair was also somewhat styled. It was clear that he had put some effort into his appearance, unlike his usual messy style.

"You didn't answer my question," you persisted, fighting off the nerves that his proximity was starting to stir.

"Well, this happens to be my birthday party," he revealed, a hint of satisfaction in his voice at seeing the slight shock in your face.

"Oh… uhm… happy birthday," you awkwardly mumbled. His closeness now forced you to tilt your head upward, despite the height advantage your heels provided.

"Anyway, why did you make a scene at your own birthday party?" you asked, trying to kill the awkward silence and stepping away slightly to regain some personal space.

You made your way to the balcony, craving the fresh air as a relief from the intensity of the room.

"I guess you could say I wasn't vibing with the atmosphere, the music, the people... especially the people," he replied, his words hinting at something that you couldn't quite grasp.

"Hm, well, I was actually having a good time for once," you replied, leaning against the balcony rail. He mirrored your posture, but instead of gazing out at the street ahead, he fixed his gaze on you.

"Yeah, I could see that. So, who's your new boy-jock-friend?" he asked, his words dripping with sarcasm and… jealousy? You turned your head to the side, squinting incredulously at the ridiculous nickname he had given Jeno.

"His name is Jeno, and he's actually a really nice guy," you clarified.

"Is that so?," he hummed, his expression pensive. His lack of a proper response prompted you to look at him again, only to find him struggling to suppress a stupid grin.

"What, Haechan?" you demanded, growing tired of his antics.

"Nothing, just...I was wondering if you even like guys like that,"  he asked, shrugging.

"Why does it matter to you?" you shot back, your voice tinged with annoyance.

"It doesn't," he replied nonchalantly, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor as he closed the distance between you. The intensity in his gaze mirrored the way he had looked at you after your first kiss. "But I know you don't like him." He whispered that into your ear, now standing directly behind you. 

Caught off guard by his statement, you instinctively turned around to face him. Bad idea.

"You're wrong," you managed to reply, though the pitch change in your voice betrayed your nervousness. His amusement grew as he leaned against the balcony rail, his hands positioned on either side of you.

"Then answer this..." he began, his hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your chin, tilting it ever so slightly, "Why are you here with me instead of with him?"

You were at a loss for words. He was right. You should have been downstairs with Jeno, dancing some more, perhaps even kissing him. Yet, there you stood with this fool, your gaze inexplicably drawn to his lips and the way they moved, and how he unconsciously wet them every few seconds.

"Nothing to say?" he teased, his nose grazing against yours, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, knowing deep down that you were about to do something completely crazy. "I think we-"

"Shut up," you blurted out, unable to hold back any longer, and you closed the gap between your lips in a frenzy. The kiss was anything but slow this time; it was a messy collision of longing and pent-up tension that had been brewing for days. All the warning signs you put for yourself to stay away from Lee Haechan felt irrelevant now.

Your hands found their way into Haechan's hair, pulling on the strands as you tried to make him groan just like before. But this time, he surprised you by firmly gripping your thighs and seating you on the balcony rail. The cool metal against your bare skin made you shiver, but the sensation was quickly overridden by the warmth of Haechan's touch. The kiss grew more intense, a mess of lips and tongues, bites, sucks, and a chorus of eager sounds that escaped from both of you. The world around you faded away as you focused solely on how good his hands and lips felt.

"Please," you moaned against his lips, and he wasted no time. In a flash, he lifted you, carrying you effortlessly to the bed. The kiss never faltered as he positioned himself above you, his hands hungrily exploring your body. Your skirt was hiked up, and he suddenly grabbed your ass making you gasp. Clothes were becoming a nuisance, and Haechan noticed your impatience as you fumbled with his shirt. He couldn't help but chuckle at your eagerness, but he helped anyways, discarding the shirt and revealing a canvas of smooth skin that begged to be touched.

You traced the contours of his torso with your fingers, savoring the sight of every mole and line etched across his skin. Your ogling was momentarily interrupted when Haechan tried to remove your tangled shirt, provoking a dramatic sigh from you when he finally pulled it off your head. He laughed at this and your lips met once more in a short, sweet kiss before his attention shifted to removing your skirt. 

Lying before him in nothing but your underwear, you watched as he straightened up, his gaze locked on your exposed form. You felt self-conscious but the way he was looking at you with darkened, adoring eyes, let you know that there was nothing to be shy about.

You flung your bra aside after unhooking it, meeting Haechan's hungry gaze as he took in your now exposed chest. You grabbed his hand inviting him to touch you. His hand glided from your belly to your breasts, exploring your curves slowly. He leaned and latched his mouth on your right breast, playing, nibbling, and sucking. He wanted to hear every moan and whimper coming from your lips. Each sound you made spurred him on, his body instinctively grinding against yours, his growing hardness pressing against you with every movement. You knew he was growing desperate with every sloppy thrust and lick of his tongue.

You hooked your finger through the chain around Haechan's neck and pulled him up so he was face to face with you "I want to try something," you whispered, planting a quick kiss on his lips. Gently pushing him by the shoulder, he willingly allowed himself to fall onto his back, his eyes fixed on you, filled with anticipation.

"What are you doing?" he asked, a playful tone lacing his breathless voice as you slowly crawled down his body, stopping in front of his crotch.

"What do you think?" you teased, unzipping his pants and sliding them down. His black boxers clung tightly to his arousal, already dampened with pre-cum. Biting your lip, you could already imagine his thickness just by the sight of it over his underwear. Looking up at Haechan, you noticed he had his hands behind his head to get a better view of your actions.

Without hesitation, you pulled down his boxers, causing his erection to spring up in an almost comical manner. There was no time to waste, you could tell that he might explode if you delayed any further. Grasping him firmly at the base, you used the slickness of his pre-cum as lub, pumping him a few times. Haechan bit his lips to contain his desperate moans, he didn’t want it to be so obvious that your simple touch on his dick almost made him cum.

But you had other plans. You wanted to hear him. You wanted to make him moan, whimper, and maybe  even cry out in pleasure. Propping yourself up, you leaned in and without warning, kitten-licked his sensitive tip. Haechan's head flew back, as a string of curses left his mouth. Delighted by his fucked up state, you repeated the motion several more times before finally taking him fully into your mouth. Slowly, you went deeper, until he hit the back of your throat. Inevitably, a groan escaped him, his self-restraint crumbling as you began to suck him off properly. He moaned, thrusting his hips into your mouth, his grip on your hair becoming desperate to ensure you wouldn't stop. Seeing him in such a vulnerable and desperate state was a sight you never thought you'd witness - Lee Haechan squirming beneath you, completely undone by your actions.

"Oh, f-...uck... that feels so good," Haechan groaned, his voice strained as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder. He was thrusting against your face without even realizing it. You didn't blame him; he was so consumed by pleasure that he couldn't control himself. You reached down and gently played with his balls, wanting to see his reaction. The way his eyes rolled back, and his hips momentarily faltered, told you that another touch like that would send him over the edge. With a quick glance at you bobbing your head up and down his cock, Haechan decided he had reached his limit. He grabbed you by the cheeks, pulling your mouth away from his dick. The lewd sight of your saliva connecting you both in a string made him wish he could capture the moment in a picture to enjoy later.

"I need to fuck you right now," Haechan explained when you looked at him with confusion. With those words, he got off the bed and rummaged through one of the night tables, searching for a condom. As he pulled out the small wrapper, you couldn't help but ask, "How did you know that was there?"

"Because this is my room," he said casually, the revelation catching you off guard. Though, it made sense that this was his dorm, given that it was his birthday party. 

He swiftly opened the condom wrapper and rolled it onto his cock. Without wasting any time, he climbed back onto the bed and slowly removed your panties, tutting at the sight of how wet you were. "Look at you," he said with a smile, allowing his fingers to explore your slick folds. The way your mouth opened and your eyes screwed shut in response showed just how bad you were needing to be touched there. As one of his fingers slowly entered you, he leaned in and kissed you, his tongue drowning out the moans that escaped your lips. Sensing your growing desperation, he added an extra finger, expertly pleasuring you. "H... Haechan," you moaned into his lips, and he hummed in response, continuing to finger you with more urgency. 

"Please... more," you managed to gasp out.

"As you wish, princess," he whispered, removing his fingers from you and licking your essence off them. He positioned himself on top of you, aligning his cock with your entrance. Teasingly, he pressed it against you without fully entering. "Haechan..." you said, your tone suddenly serious, using his dangling chain to pull him closer. "If you don't stop teasing me, I swear I'm going downstairs to find Jeno."

He let out a bitter laugh, but the mention of Jeno noticeably changed his demeanor. Before you could say anything else, he plunged inside you. The immediate clenching of your walls around him caused both of you to moan loudly. Haechan gripped your hips and adjusted your position with surprising care. After a few more seconds, you grabbed his hips and pushed him slightly, indicating that you wanted him to go deeper. Without wasting any more time, he obliged, burying his cock further inside you. "Fuck," he groaned, the sensation of him stretching you feeling too incredible for words.

He began to move, his thrusts gradually gaining speed until he was practically ramming into you. The sight of his pretty face, screwed up with swollen lips from all the kissing and biting, dilated pupils, and droplets of sweat on his forehead, drove you wild. 

Effortlessly, he grabbed your leg and propped it on his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate deeper, hitting a new spot that had your mouth foaming. He continued thrusting hard and fast, relishing in the way your breasts bounced with each powerful stroke. 

Your whimpering only made him want to see you come undone even more. He leaned in and kissed you softly, the tenderness contrasting with his hard thrusts. You melted into the kiss, moans mixing between you both. He even slowed down his thrusts, lost in the kiss for a moment. But then he unexpectedly started ramming into you again, thrusting harder and pushing you closer to the edge.

"Cum all over my cock, princess," he commanded, his voice hoarse with pleasure. With a few more hard thrusts and the feeling of his mouth devouring yours, you felt yourself reaching an orgasm more intense than anything you've ever before.

"Fu-...oh my god," you moaned loudly, your legs trembling uncontrollably.

Haechan followed suit shortly after, his thrusts growing messier as you clenched tightly around him. He came with a loud, uninhibited moan that reverberated through the room, a sound that would undoubtedly linger in your mind for a long time.

The air grew still, and the only audible sounds were the heavy, ragged breaths escaping both of you. Lying on your backs, you found yourselves staring up at the ceiling, your legs still intertwined, too exhausted to make a move or utter a word.

But then, Haechan shattered the silence.

"Best fucking birthday ever."

a/n: btw i reached 127 followers right after posting this so thank you so much lol *cue the flute*

[stevie-petey]

hey bbg <3 my bday is in two days … ****!steve ? 🥺

EVERYONE WISH VAL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN !!!!

for context: shes requesting a frat!steve au since ive been considering writing a full series around frat!steve and his slutty antics for a whiiiiile. for now, heres a lil blurb of the mans in a frat with a reader unrelated to my other works <3 this one is little steamy, no actual smut, but steve is a very handsy boy

enjoy !

"i know youve been watching me all night," steve whispers against your ear, barely audible over the music that pulses within the house. his lips ghosts your skin, you can feel the smirk that always dawns his face.

"i dont know what youre talking about." you feign indifference, but your body betrays you as it shudders.

steves smirk grows, his teeth flash in the houses strobe lighting. he presses himself firmer behind you. your ass slots perfectly against his hips, and he has to bite back a groan when you arch your back just enough to graze against him. "fuck, youre pretty when you lie."

"its dark, you cant even see me."

"i can see enough." he nips at your neck now. the skin is tender, soft underneath his teeth. your breath catches. the alcohol in your system burns deeper than the marks steve leaves.

all night you had tried to resist steve harrington.

you had heard what everyone said about him. the frat brother every girl was warned about. you had heard about how he used girls, fucked them and then left them for dry. how despite how vile steve was, everyone couldnt help but like him anyways. the charm that steve harrington had was enough to leave girls wanting more, long after he left them.

it wasnt supposed to turn out this way, encased in his arms in a dark corner of the crowded frat house as he grinds against you. it was supposed to be a simple house party, one you attended just to say that you did.

then you had seen him across the room. steves hair was pushed back, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat as he threw back a shot; his bicep had strained against the sleeve of his stupid polo shirt all the brothers had to wear. he had cheered when he was done, wiped his mouth in a grotesque way.

steve harrington was the embodiment of a frat boy. he was disgusting to watch. he was everything you hated.

but it had been his smile that drew you in, that stupid, genuine, boyish smile that didnt at all fit his smug face and asshole attire. his smile had been kind. warm, even. made his brown soften and your breath catch in your throat.

you took a shot to try and forget it.

one shot became two, then three, then somehow four.

steve took the fifth shot with you. the tequila spilled a little down his lip. he didnt bother to wipe it when he was done. his eyes had been on you.

his gaze had burned you, but you wanted to melt into it anyways.

"i dont sleep with frat guys." you gasp out, craning your neck so that steve has better access to it. hes frustratingly good with his lips, his tongue soothes the wounds his teeth leave.

he laughs into your skin. nips at your neck again, plays with a strip of skin just to hear you gasp again. you make the prettiest noises hes ever heard. "is that so?"

"i-i wont," a soft moan escapes your lips. it stutters out, you cant stop it as it builds. heat rushes from your cheeks down. your back arches again, you feel steves hands slide around your stomach. he holds you there, firm. hes hard. "i wont sleep with you."

"then dont sleep with me." steves hand trails up your chest as his nose remains buried in your neck. his motion is slow, the heat of his hand leaves a burning trail on your skin. he stops just below your breast, teasing. "i like where i have you right now."

to emphasize his point, steve presses himself against you and moans. the sound, his words, they only make you ache more. its addictive, the way his voice turns to honey and his hands turn to embers. he has you right where he wants you.

youre playing with fire.

someone will get burned in the end.

but you turn in steves arms and bring your lips to his anyways.

[waratah-moon]

White Lace, Dark Denim

"You did all this for me?" & "I'll be gentle, I promise" The long awaited first time fic...

Pairing: Eddie x cheerleader!reader WC: 2.8k Warnings: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI) - first time, praise & innocent kink (kinda), religious metaphors, oral (f receiving), protected sex

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Eddie had been acting weird. Ever since you’d gone that little bit further with him, he’d seemed to pull away. It had come at the worst possible time. Ever since you’d gotten your taste of intimacy with him you’d been craving more.

The two of you had been taking things slowly. Your first time with your ex hadn’t gone well so Eddie was letting you go at your own pace. If anything he was going too slowly.

Eddie wasn’t like your ex at all. He was considerate, he made you feel good, and most importantly he respected your boundaries. But right now, he was respecting them too much because no matter what kind of hints you dropped, he was failing to notice how horny you were.

When you were watching movies his hand always stayed on your knee, never moving higher; and when you had been bold enough to move it yourself he just pecked your cheek and moved it back.

The worst blow of all had come when you’d driven out to Lover’s Lake. You’d been straddling his hips, hands tugging his hair while he kissed you, it was almost as easy as breathing at this point. But when your stomach started to flutter and you pushed your lap down against his, he pulled back and said, “I better get you home.”

So you’d decided enough was enough. Tonight was the night you were either going to sleep with your boyfriend, or break up with him. You weren’t actually going to break up with him, you loved him too much to do that over what was most likely a miscommunication, but you needed to know what was going on with him. Eddie had told you that communication was the most important thing in a relationship, so the fact that he wasn’t talking to you about something this big was making your brain foggy. 

You’d been hyping yourself up all day. You’d gone to the mall on your way home and bought a new set of panties and a matching bra, as well as treating yourself to a new manicure of baby pink nails. You’d also spent way too long after your shower moisturising every part of your body you could reach. You hadn’t been ready your first time, so you were doing everything in your power to make sure you felt ready this time around.

Eddie picked you up at 7pm. You had plans to get dinner at the diner and watch a movie back at his place. Everything seemed normal during dinner; you talked about cheer practice and he spoke at length about his current Hellfire campaign. He asked if you were going to the party one of the jocks was throwing next weekend and you told him that you’d rather do something with him. You asked him what the guys’ thought of his new song and he wanted to hear about the latest gossip between Jessica and Brooke. It was all fine. Until you got back to his place.

You’d settled into the movie and Eddie seemed content to hold your hand. As the movie wore on, you’d seen Halloween at least four times in the two and a bit months you’d been dating Eddie, you started to get antsy. Your head fell against his shoulder and your fingertips stroked up his arm, disappearing beneath the sleeve of his raglan. You heard his breath stumble as he tried to focus his attention on the television screen. You sighed as you nuzzled your cheek into the crook of his neck, your hand tracing patterns in the fabric covering his chest, dipping to the waistband of his jeans.

“Baby girl. Stop.”

“Why?”

“I-,” his eyes screwed shut and you could tell he was having an internal argument with himself.

“Why do you want me to stop, Eds?”

“Because-”

“Because you don’t want me,” you finished the sentence for him.

His face fell. “What? No, no, no. Of course I want you.”

“Then how come every time I come on to you, you shut me down?”

His brows furrowed, “wait, what?”

“I said I could come over last night and you said no.”

“Because you had a test today and I thought since you were coming over tonight-”

“What about at Lover’s Lake? When we were making out-”

“It was late!”

“What about when you moved my hand?”

You lost him. “Huh?”

“Last week, we were watching a movie. Your hand was on my knee, and I moved it to here,” you lifted his hand and placed it on the inside of your thigh. His palm felt hot against your skin, sitting below the fabric of your dress. “And you kissed my cheek and moved it back.”

You could almost see the gears turning inside his head. “Oh. Oh,” he shut his eyes and exhaled. “Fuck. Baby girl I’m so sorry. I’ve been trying so hard to control myself around you that I didn’t even think… I’ve been trying to go slow. I didn’t think that I might be going too slow.”

“It’s okay, Eds. You’ve been amazing, honestly,” he leant back and let you climb onto his lap, your hands cupping his cheeks as he gazed into your eyes. “But I’m ready. Been ready for a while now.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, pushing your weight into his lap until you felt a growing hardness beneath you. The only thing between the two of you now was the denim of his jeans and the flimsy cotton of your panties. “Yeah. If that’s okay with you.”

“Jesus H Christ baby girl, that’s more than okay with me,” his mouth was rough against yours like he was trying to make up for lost time. “I wanted your proper first time to be perfect. You deserve that. Candles, rose petals, all that bullshit.”

“I don’t care about that,” you undid his belt but he stopped you before you reached the zipper. 

“Not here. Let’s go to the bedroom, I wanna take my time with you,” he helped you stand up. “Make you feel good. Make your first time special." 

“It’s not my first time,” you began to argue as he led you towards the bedroom.

“I can promise you tonight’s going to be the first time you’ll get properly fucked.” He led you across the trailer towards his bedroom.

“You can guarantee that? Wow, you’re cocky.” 

He stopped suddenly, causing you to bump into his back, turning to face you. “Is that an attitude I’m hearing?”

You bit your lip, his eyes staring into yours. “No.”

He hummed, leading you into the bedroom. “Good. Take off your dress.” He sat on the end of the bed, watching as you stood awkwardly in the doorway. “C’mon, baby girl. Where’s all that confidence from before? I want you to fuck me, Eds.” He copied your words from earlier. 

You suddenly felt nervous. It had all been well and good when you held the power, but now that he was watching you from the end of his bed, casually leaning back on his hands with a smirk, you felt vulnerable. 

He sensed the shift in energy and sat up. “You’re leading this, okay? We stop whenever you’re uncomfortable.”

You nodded, and stepped to stand between his legs. His hands rested on the sides of your thighs, playing with the hem of your dress. Your hand cupped his chin, tilting his head back. His brown eyes had darkened but his features remained soft. You knew the last thing he’d ever do was force you into a situation you were uncomfortable with. 

You guided his hands to grip the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it off your figure and tossing it aside. 

Eddie let out a soft groan, his fingers toying at the lacy, white straps of your bra. His hands trailed down your body, and tugged the waistband of your matching panties. “These new?”

You nodded, goosebumps appearing along your arms.

“You did all this for me?” You nodded again. “You look like an angel. My angel. C’mere,” he pulled you forward onto his lap and he allowed you to get comfortable, your thighs on either side of his hips, his jeans feeling rough against your skin. “You know you don’t have to do this for me, right? I think you’re beautiful no matter what.”

“I know, but it makes me feel good,” you bit your lower lip, tracing where the collar of his raglan fell against his skin.

“That’s the most important thing, baby. I always want you to feel good. Wanna make you feel good.”

“You do, Eds. Promise,” you pushed your hips down until you felt the friction of denim through your cotton panties. Eddie groaned, his grip tightening on your skin. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, baby girl. Fuck, you’re going to kill me.”

“Good way to go, huh?”

“Oh the fucking best way to go, here, lie down for me,” he rolled you over so you were flat on your back, his elbow holding his weight above you. “You trust me?”

“Always,” he barely let you finish the word before his lips were on yours, his mouth moving torturously slow. His hands trailed down your body, spreading your legs apart until his hand found rest on your inner thigh, just far enough away from where you needed him most to irritate you.

He finally pulled away from your lips, leaving you breathless. “Eds, can you touch me?”

“I am touching you,” he patted your thigh, gently pinching the skin.

“No,” you whined, bucking your hips in an attempt to get closer to him. “Like you did before, with your hand.”

“My hand is on you, baby girl. If you want something else, you’re going to need to use your words.”

You flushed, brows furrowing in frustration. You had never been good at asking for what you wanted. You grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs, his palm hot against the fabric of your panties.

He pushed his finger so it dipped into your clothed slit, dampening the cotton. “This what you wanted? You want me to touch your pussy?” His fingers moved so gently that it didn’t do anything but frustrate you further.

“Yes but more, Eds,” he was so close to giving you the friction that you needed that your words came out as a whimper. He finally relented, pushing your panties aside and pushing two fingers between your folds, finding your clit instantly.

Your breath came out as a ragged moan, “that it, baby girl? Feel good?”

“So good.” Just as quickly as he started, he stopped. You lifted your head to see him pulling your underwear down your thighs.

"So pretty and white, I almost feel bad for keeping them,” he tucked your panties in the back pocket of his jeans as he settled between your legs.

Before you could argue his head had delved between your thighs, his tongue between your folds. The sensation was a shock to your system, different from anything you’d felt before. He was lapping you up like a man starved, his fingers digging into your thighs as he kept your legs spread. It felt nice, but you didn’t think what he was doing would get you to the same place he did last time.

“Eddie,” you tugged his hair, lifting his head from between your legs. “Hmm?”

“It’s,” you really didn’t want to offend him.

“Tell me, what’s wrong?”

“It feels nice, but it’s not enough,” you couldn’t look him in the eye so you focused on the Metallica poster on his cupboard door. If you had been watching, you would have seen his eyes glimmer and the smirk that appeared on his lips.

“Baby, I haven’t even been trying to make you cum. This was just for me,” you felt his tongue push between your folds again before he kissed your inner thigh. “I’ve been wanting to taste you for so long, and believe me, it’s better than I dreamed. But I told you I’d make you feel good, and I never break a promise.”

Tingles travelled down your legs when his mouth found your clit. Without warning, two fingers easily slid into your cunt, finding that spot inside your walls that you didn’t even know existed before Eddie.

“Oh,” you gasped, if you weren’t lying down your knees would have buckled. “Yes, yes, right there.” Your hands gripped the bed sheets, your toes curling as you felt your stomach clench. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly what you needed even before you did. “Eddie, I’m close.”

“I know baby girl, you’re okay. I got you.”

The whimpers that fell from your lips as he led you to your high were by far Eddie’s favourite sound. His palm held your thigh steady as it began to shake, your breath quickening let him know you were moments away from cumming.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach and your skin felt on fire. Eddie’s grip steadied you against the bed as you momentarily lost control of your body. Your legs felt numb as you let the relief wash over you, Eddie’s soft voice guiding you back to reality. “There you go, angel. Told you I’ve got you. My sweet girl.”

Through your delicious haze you had barely noticed that he’d shed his shirt, only opening your hooded eyes when you heard the sound of his belt buckle against the floorboards and the crumple of a condom wrapper. You saw your white panties peeking out of the back pocket of his jeans, a stark contrast to the dark denim heaped on the floor.

His lips felt like heaven against your skin, featherlight below your ear. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.“

It was torture how slow he was going. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as you pushed your hips upwards, feeling his cock brush over your slit. “Don’t be. I want you to fuck me.”

His eyelids drooped and he groaned. It was like you’d unlocked a hidden part of him, something he’d been trying to lock away from you. He was trying so hard not to let go.

“Can’t say those things, baby girl,” he fisted his cock in his hand, the head ever so slightly pushing inside you. You could see by his darkened irises that this was torture for him too.

“Eddie,” your voice cracked with frustration. You weren’t above begging at this point. “I need you.”

“Gotta go slow, baby girl. Don’t wanna hurt you,” he inched forward, one hand on your hip to stop you from bucking upwards.

“Eds,” you felt your eyes well, the need to be filled with him overwhelming. “I need it.”

He lifted your knees to his waist and you subconsciously wrapped your legs around him. “You need it, huh? Need me to fuck you?”

“God, yes, Eddie.”

“Manners.”

It took you a second to realise what he meant, but when you did you went with an all out whine, “please, Eds, please, please, please.”

“Good girl,” he drew his hips back before slamming forward without a second thought. It wasn’t painful like you’d expected it to be, like it was the first time with your ex. Instead he’d angled his hips in such a way that the head of his cock hit that magic spot inside you that knocked the breath out of your chest.

To Eddie the sight of you sprawled out on his bed, legs spread, tits bouncing, was better than any porno or magazine he owned. He’d have to throw them all out after this, nothing could ever compare to the sight of you moaning beneath him. He didn’t want to tear his eyes away from your face but he had to take it all in. Your hands around his shoulders, your beautiful tits, your shaking thighs; but the best part was his cock disappearing into your cunt, only to emerge slippery wet before plunging back inside your walls. He would have been sure he’d died and gone to heaven if it wasn’t for your constant clawing at his back.

“Fuck baby girl your pussy feels like heaven. So perfect for me” You couldn't reply, only managing a breathy whimper. “You gonna cum again?”

You hummed, fingers digging deeper into his skin.

“Use your words, angel.”

“Gonna cum, Eds, you’re gonna make me-,” your words fell short as the hot feeling in your stomach bubbled over, spreading throughout your body. You opened your eyes, intent on watching Eddie as he came. His hips shuddered, pace growing sloppy as his eyes screwed shut as he let out a throaty moan. It was your favourite sight, your boyfriend getting that amount of pleasure from you. From only you.

You couldn’t hide your smile as he put his weight on you, his head against your collarbone, cock still buried deep inside you. “My perfect angel.” The words were muffled but you heard them all the same.

I know I usually do aftercare but I really like the ending. Lemme know ur thoughts and feelings as always xx

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[moodymelanist]

On The Line

happy day 5 of @nestaarcheronweek everyone! I had a lot of fun with this fic and I hope you do too 💙 title came from Call Me by Blondie!

Summary: Nesta sends a group text for her birthday plans, but there was a mix-up with one of the numbers and Cassian gets the text. He doesn’t know Nesta, but a party’s a party, so he decides to go!

Prompt credit to @creativepromptsforwriting!

Word Count: 4,890

Read on AO3 here!

♕♕♕♕♕ Nesta

When Nesta sent out the group text announcing her usual movie marathon and girls night in for her birthday, she’d been expecting the usual fanfare surrounding her birthday. Her family and friends had long been used to her chiller nights in to celebrate, so by the usual fanfare, she had planned her annual girls night in to celebrate her twenty-eighth birthday.

What she hadn’t been expecting was that one of her friends from college that she invited out of obligation had changed her number.

Nesta Archeron, 1:33 PM

Hi everyone! My birthday’s coming up, so we’re getting together again as usual. Bring your comfiest pajamas, your favorite chick flicks, and your best face masks to help me ring in turning 28 this Saturday at 7:30 PM 💙

Nesta added her address and some instructions about where to park before sending a cute, celebratory gif. There was a flurry of immediate, excited responses – everyone was liking and loving the message and saying if they could come or not. It was all business as usual, at least until a couple of texts came in from what was supposed to have been Deirdre’s number.

Unknown Number, 1:42 PM

Uh… did you mean to send this 2 me?

Happy bday tho @Nesta whoever you are

But this sounds rlly fun can i pls come anyway :)

“What the hell?” Nesta muttered under her breath as she read the texts. Before she could get a chance to reply, her youngest sister jumped in and took charge of the situation. 

Feyre Archeron, 1:45 PM

Send a pic and we’ll see

And ur name pls

Cassian Valladares, 1:47 PM

Cassian Valladares

& here

Cassian sent two pictures, the first of which made Nesta’s jaw drop of her own accord. He was one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen, with golden brown skin, hazel eyes, and a thin scar slicing through his right eyebrow. In the photo he’d sent, a giant, pink, fluffy headband complete with a bow was pushing his hair back from his smiling face. His skin glowed from being recently moisturized and his jaw looked cleanly shaven – maybe they’d caught him in the middle of his self-care routine.

Ha. As if. Most of the men Nesta knew, especially the straight ones, barely bothered to use more than 3-in-1 products. It would practically be a miracle if this so-called Cassian even knew what moisturizer was, let alone actually used one that was made specifically for his face. 

Nesta snorted to herself before swiping to the other photo. The second photo was of a serious stash of face masks, a matching pajama set, and a very fuzzy pair of bunny slippers laid out against a dark blue comforter. He’d clearly just tossed everything onto his bed, but Nesta noted that his bed was actually made and his room actually looked clean – there was no way he’d managed to clean everything and grab his supplies for the photo that quickly, so she hoped that meant he was 1) actually clean and 2) maybe even had a skin care routine.

Cassian Valladares, 1:47 PM

Hope I pass inspection :)

Huh. Color her surprised. Nesta had barely finished ogling the man and his face mask collection when her phone started ringing. She rolled her eyes and slid to answer, not even bothering to greet her sister since she knew Feyre would come into the conversation guns blazing.

“Nesta, you have to let him come,” Feyre said the moment Nesta answered the phone, proving her initial guess correct. “He’s so fucking hot.”

“Hi to you too, Fey,” Nesta replied wryly. “He’s hot, but for all we know, he could be a serial killer.”

“I mean, he already knows where you live,” Feyre pointed out. “If he’s a serial killer, maybe we should try to get him on our good side.”

“Because that’s sound logic,” Nesta responded, rolling her eyes even though Feyre couldn’t see her. “We don’t know this guy!”

“Okay, but maybe we should,” Feyre said. The sound of her voice changed as she switched to speaker phone. “I’m just saying we should consider all our options.”

Nesta’s phone buzzed against her ear and she shifted Feyre to speaker phone before going to read the new messages. Her eyes bugged out of her head as she read what Feyre had written. 

Feyre Archeron, 1:53 PM

You 100% do

Please come my sister would love to have you!

In more ways than one ;)

“Don’t hate me,” Feyre told her, sounding like she was trying not to laugh. 

“Feyre!” Nesta hissed over her sister’s hysterical cackling. She’d barely even tried before losing it, her pure glee coming through the phone loud and clear. “That’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny,” Feyre replied, still laughing. Nesta pulled the phone away from her face to read the next text that came in.

Emerie Castillo, 1:54 PM

RIP to Feyre Archeron, time of death 1:53 PM

Everyone sent a bunch of laugh reactions and funny tombstone memes in response, and Nesta couldn’t help but snort at the one Elain sent. Maybe if everyone else was laughing, she could find the humor in the situation, too.

Nesta put the phone back to her ear once she was reasonably sure all the reactions were finished. “Okay, maybe it’s a little funny.”

“See?” Feyre responded, teasing. “I knew you’d come around.”

“I’m still going to make sure he’s not a creep,” Nesta told her sister. She was already mentally preparing a list of ways to look into Cassian – social media would hopefully be the easiest way, but she wasn’t above looking him up on Case Search to make sure he didn’t have anything weird under his name. White Pages probably wouldn’t hurt either, now that she thought about it.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Feyre said. “I mean, all jokes aside. I’m sure it’s gonna be a funny story at the end of it, but I don’t want to get murdered in my pajamas either.”

“Exactly.” Nesta shifted the phone to her other ear so she wouldn’t overheat. “I knew you’d come around.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Feyre responded sarcastically. “I have to go, but this made my day. I’ll talk to you soon?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Nesta agreed. “Bye, Fey. Love you.”

“Love you too. Bye!”

Nesta wiped her phone screen off before firing off a quick couple of messages to the group. 

Nesta Archeron, 1:57 PM

I guess you’re ok

You can come but I’m not afraid to use my taser

Elain Archeron, 1:58 PM

Yay!

Gwyn Berdara, 1:58 PM

🙌🙌

Emerie Castillo, 1:58 PM

If you try anything I’m not above kicking a grown man’s ass

Cassian Valladares, 2:01 PM

Warning received

Promise im a normal guy tho

Not in like a “i’m a nice guy” way but like in an i’m actually normal way

Promise i’ll be on my best behavior :-)

Nesta snorted as she read Cassian’s message. She’d be the judge of that.

♕♕♕♕♕

By the time Nesta’s birthday celebration rolled around, even she’d been forced to admit that Cassian would probably be fine. She’d done all her due diligence, and he’d come up as squeaky clean as they could come. Between White Pages, LinkedIn, and Instagram, she felt like she had a pretty good idea of who Cassian was. He’d gone to a good college, and he’d been teaching at the same high school for a few years now. Most of his feed was made up of him either doing some physical activity – boxing, running, and even hiking – or spending time with his friends.

Nesta’s phone had been steadily blowing up over the course of the day, but she hadn’t been able to check it much between the deep cleaning she was giving her townhouse. By the time she was able to pick it up and scroll through all the messages, several of her guests were already on their way, but her curiosity was piqued when she saw Cassian had texted her separately.

Cassian Valladares, 7:04 PM

hey stranger

u sure it’s cool if i come?

no hard feelings if not i promise(:

Nesta paused halfway to turning on the shower, a little touched by how considerate that was of him. Most of the guys she knew wouldn’t have even bothered to send a confirmation text, let alone made sure she was actually okay with what was happening.

Nesta Archeron, 7:05 PM

Yes, it’s fine

If I was going to change my mind, I would’ve said something earlier than 30 mins before the party

Cassian Valladares, 7:05 PM

thank god

would’ve been a waste of my money otherwise lol

Cassian sent a photo of a reusable shopping bag with a bunch of face masks and what looked like a bottle of wine sticking out of the top of it. Nesta snorted and typed out a quick reply.

Nesta Archeron, 7:06 PM

Someone’s an overachiever

Cassian Valladares, 7:06 PM

Have to make a good first impression ;)

See u soon, birthday girl

This time, he sent a picture of his fuzzy slippers, pulling a little chuckle out of Nesta before she finally put her phone down and got in the shower. She didn’t have as much time as she wanted, but this was supposed to be a pajama party, so she didn’t have to worry about doing her hair or her makeup once her body was freshly washed and moisturized. By the time her friends had started showing up, she was comfortably dressed in a set of navy pajamas and already had her hair pulled back with a giant, fluffy white headband.

It was almost eight when the last of her planned guests had arrived, and Nesta couldn’t help but wonder if Cassian was going to show up after all. Even though he’d said he’d be there, she didn’t actually know him enough to trust his word.

“He’ll come,” Elain said, wisely picking up on the source of Nesta’s worries as she helped Nesta in the kitchen. Everyone had been assigned various tasks to make the night a success, and the three Archeron sisters were on snack organizing duty. “I just know it.”

“If he doesn’t, me and Emerie will track him down and beat him up,” Feyre added with a wink before she dumped a bag of chips into a big bowl. “But I’m sure he’ll show up.”

Before Nesta could open her mouth to reply, someone rang the doorbell. She made eye contact with Feyre, who was already grinning wide with excitement, before she sighed and wiped her hands on the nearest dish towel. “Don’t be weird about it.”

“No promises!” Feyre called out to Nesta’s retreating back.

Nesta made herself take a deep breath before she went to answer the door. She had a house full of friends and family to help defend her if things went wrong, but she knew deep down she was more worried about things going right. What if Cassian was actually a cool, normal guy, and she actually had fun with him?

She supposed there was only one way to find out.

“Hey,” Cassian said once Nesta opened the door, already smiling down at her with a ridiculously goofy grin. Just like in the picture he’d sent, he was holding a reusable bag filled with goodies, but he hadn’t mentioned the bouquet of beautiful flowers that were in his other hand. “Happy birthday, stranger.”

“Hi,” Nesta said back, hoping she didn’t sound as nervous as she felt. She took the offered flowers and leaned down to smell the pink and white blooms with a tiny smile, careful not to lean down too far lest her birthday headband shifted off her head. “I can’t believe you actually came.”

“Of course I did,” he replied. He moved inside so she could shut the door behind him, taking off his shoes and looking to her for directions. “A party’s a party, right?”

“I guess it is,” she responded. She beckoned for him to follow her and the two of them made a path toward the kitchen, and she grabbed a vase, filled it up with water, and gently placed the flowers into it. “These are beautiful.”

“Anything for the birthday girl,” he answered with a wink. Feyre and Elain had made themselves scarce, so he didn’t have anyone blocking him from emptying the contents of his bag onto her kitchen island. He’d brought a bottle of wine, a bunch of sheet masks, a container filled with cupcakes, and the pajama set and bunny slippers he’d sent a picture of before. “Where should I go change?”

Nesta resolutely pretended like her cheeks weren’t pink from his words and the sheer amount of supplies he’d brought with him. “Um… the bathroom is the second door on the left. Feel free to change in there.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Cassian replied. He grabbed his clothes and fired off a mock salute in her direction before heading to the bathroom. 

Nesta made herself take several deep breaths before she quickly organized her way through the rest of the snacks. Feyre and Elain had clearly taken some things with them to the living room, but she made sure to put the bottle of wine in her fancy wine fridge before sorting through the remaining snacks. The cupcakes were added to the display that Gwyn had brought, and the sheet masks were deposited into the container of skin care supplies. 

“Wow. That was fast,” Nesta said once Cassian had emerged from her bathroom. He’d changed out of his street clothes into a long-sleeved, red pajama shirt and matching plaid pants. The bunny slippers looked almost funny on him, but even she couldn’t deny how muscular he was, even underneath all the flannel.

“Didn’t want to keep anyone waiting,” Cassian responded with a grin. “Where’s everyone else?”

“In the living room,” she answered. He moved forward to start grabbing things off the counter once she picked up the container with the sheet masks in it. “This way.”

He trailed after her for the short walk to the living room. It seemed things were just getting started; Emerie, Feyre, and Gwyn were good-naturedly arguing over what movie to put on first, Clare was helping Elain pour drinks for everyone, and Ilana and Roslin were dividing the blankets up to make sure everyone had one. Nesta cleared her throat and tried to force down the blush that came from so many pairs of eyes on her.

“This is Cassian,” Nesta announced to the group at large. Cassian put down everything he was carrying on the coffee table before turning to wave at everyone. “Cassian, this is… everyone.”

“Thank God you’re not a catfish,” Feyre said with a grin. She hopped up from her spot on the couch to hand over the last fluffy headband that all the women were wearing to keep their hair pushed out of their faces. “I think Nesta would’ve really killed me otherwise.”

“Can’t have that, can we?” Cassian replied, matching Feyre’s grin right back. He took the headband and immediately put it on, revealing that his right eyebrow had a thin scar running through it that only served to make him more handsome. “When are we getting to the face masks?”

“As soon as we decide what movie we’re watching,” Gwyn answered. She patted the seat next to her and Cassian went without hesitating, leaving the only empty space in the room between him and the corner of the couch. “Come on, Nesta, you too.”

Nesta clutched the container of sheet masks to her body like a lifeline before she gingerly sat down next to Cassian. His body was solid but warm even through the pajamas, and she almost leaned into him before she reminded herself she didn’t really know him. “What are our movie options?”

“Mean Girls, Clueless, Legally Blonde,” Emerie listed. “Bring it On, 10 Things I Hate About You, Charlie’s Angels…”

“Mean Girls,” Nesta said decisively. “And then Charlie’s Angels, but only if it’s the one with Lucy Liu.”

“As if I’d suggest any other version,” Emerie responded with a roll of her eyes. She clicked through several screens on the remote until they had Mean Girls loaded up. “I’m a lesbian with taste, thank you very much.”

“Psst,” Elain said after a few moments. “Nesta. Pass around the masks.”

Nesta grabbed one out of the box before passing it to Cassian, the face masks slowly but steadily making their way around the group until they ended up on the floor at Nesta’s feet. She’d picked a cooling one, and she sighed happily as she spread the sheet mask over her face and let it work its magic.

“Thanks for coming, everyone,” Nesta said softly. Despite how introverted she could be at times, it really was nice being surrounded by the people who meant the most to her – other than the stranger to her left, but something told her he wouldn’t remain that way for long. “It really means a lot.”

“And thanks for letting me crash,” Cassain added with a small smile. “You’re all pretty fun so far.”

“You can stay as long as you give good advice,” Clare told him. She looked significantly less menacing with a sheet mask pressed to her brown skin, but Nesta knew she was serious – Tamlin certainly wasn’t a fan favorite, to put it lightly. “We’re trying to get Feyre to break up with her boyfriend.”

“Oh my God, can we give that a break?” Feyre complained with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “I know you guys don’t like Tamlin, but you’e not the ones dating him.”

“Well… what’s wrong with him?” Cassian asked cautiously. “Cause I can beat him up if he’s giving you problems.”

“You’d have to get in line,” Roslin muttered under her breath.

“He’s not that bad,” Feyre attempted to defend herself.

“Stop having sex with him and see if you change your mind,” Elain chimed in with a roll of her own eyes.

“Ladies, come on,” Cassian jumped in. “Let me hear Feyre’s side of things, at least.”

“Thank you,” Feyre responded. She reached over and turned the movie down before she delved into the story of how she’d met Tamlin, giving Cassian a brief overview of their tumultuous relationship and how much she loved him even though he didn’t show up quite as much as she’d hoped in their relationship. “I really do care about him.”

“Yeah, but love isn’t about a feeling,” Cassian replied sagely. “Love is a choice, and it kinda sounds like he’s not choosing you the way you’re choosing him.”

“What do you mean?” Gwyn asked, her voice curious. “Not that I disagree, but I want to hear more.”

“Well…” Cassian trailed off awkwardly, but at everyone’s encouraging faces, he sighed and kept talking. “The way I see it, love is a feeling, but you have to choose to do it. It’s all about your actions, you know? Does he bring you flowers? Does he remember things that are important to you? Does he make you feel good outside of the bedroom? Do you feel like you’re putting in the same amount of effort? Does he make you feel loved the way you need to be? Stuff like that.”

“Sheesh,” Emerie said, breaking the tension a little bit. “Sounds like you’d be a hell of a boyfriend.”

“I like to think so,” Cassian said with a shrug. “I haven’t had anyone to do that kind of stuff for in a while, but… always good to have a game plan.”

Nesta was aggressively reminded of the way he’d brought her flowers tonight and desperately needed a subject change. “Okay, that’s enough hounding Feyre tonight. Let’s get back to the movie.”

Feyre sent Nesta a grateful look before turning the volume back up. They hadn’t missed too much of the movie, and once everyone had massaged the leftover essence into their skin, they all relaxed into the couch as the movie continued to play. 

Nesta found herself leaning more and more into Cassian’s side throughout the duration of the movie. By the time the credits started to roll, she was practically mushing her face into his chest, and she forced herself to sit up before any of her friends noticed. He shot her a weird look as she did so, but clearly chose not to say anything.

“Charlie’s Angels is up next, right?” Cassian asked the room at large.

“Yes, but first we all need a bathroom break,” Elain answered. Nesta didn’t miss the way her sister’s voice lingered on bathroom break, but she’d been surprised with cake enough times at these things that everyone knew it wouldn’t exactly be a surprise. 

“Right! And I need more snacks!” Feyre exclaimed, continuing the act. Nesta rolled her eyes as her sisters and her friends made various excuses to clear the living room, from needing to use the bathroom to getting more drinks or even going to wash their faces so they could do another mask if they wanted.

Eventually, Nesta and Cassian were the only ones left on the couch. “You don’t need a bathroom break too?”

“No,” Nesta answered with a snort. “They’re going to get my cake. Elain probably put it in the fridge when she got here – she and Feyre are sneaky when they want to be.”

“That’s sweet of them,” he replied. 

“Yeah.” She couldn’t take how adorable he looked in that stupid headband and how earnest his expression was, so she forced herself to look down at the green blanket covering their legs. “They are. I’m lucky.”

Thankfully, she didn’t have to risk further embarrassing herself in front of him, as her friends picked that exact moment to pop out from the kitchen with her birthday cake. Elain was holding her cake, which was beautifully decorated as usual; the way she’d iced it made it look like it was made of blue roses, and she’d procured blue candles that said 28! to match.

“Happy birthday, Nesta!” Gwyn trilled once the cake was close enough. Everyone started singing happy birthday, and Cassian’s voice stood out amongst the higher register of her friends. Nesta’s cheeks burned at all the attention on her, but she couldn’t help but feel the love anyway. 

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Nesta hastily interrupted before they could launch into another refrain of how old are you now, pulling laughs from pretty much everyone. “Let me make my wish.”

Elain tilted the plate she was holding the cake on so that Nesta could make a wish. Nesta took a deep breath, already thinking generic things like I hope I have a good year and I hope I get a promotion at work, but then she made eye contact with Cassian, and all the generic hopes suddenly faded away.

I hope this isn’t the last time I see him, Nesta thought suddenly, and then she blew out her candles before she could second-guess herself. Everyone cheered and Elain whisked the cake away so she could start cutting up slices, and Nesta was so focused on dodging Feyre and Emerie’s birthday punches that she didn’t have to think about where her sudden birthday wish had come from.

“This is so good,” Cassian remarked once the cake had been passed out. “Where did you get this from?”

“Elain’s an amazing baker,” Nesta informed him with pride. Her sister was smart as a whip and anything she whipped up in the kitchen always tasted amazing; that particular gene had skipped over Nesta, so she made a point of enjoying Elain’s food any chance she got. “And a chef, too, but the baking is my personal favorite.”

“It’s just another kind of science, if you think about it,” Elain replied with a small smile. She was just about finished with her grad program, and Nesta couldn’t wait to attend her fancy PhD graduation. “But thank you.”

“I’m gonna have to talk to you about doing some cupcakes for my end-of-the-year party,” Cassian continued. “The kids would go crazy for them.”

“What kids?” Ilana asked from her spot on the edge of the couch.

“I’m a teacher,” Cassian explained. “Middle school, so they’re just old enough to be able to hold their sugar.”

“A teacher,” Emerie repeated, making eye contact with Nesta and raising her eyebrows. “That’s cool.”

“We love a man who’s good with children,” Gwyn added. She waggled her eyebrows ridiculously in Nesta’s direction. 

Nesta hoped she didn’t look as incredulous as she felt. Were her friends trying to set her up right now? “Let’s get back to the movie.”

Charlie’s Angels passed without any more teasing on Nesta’s behalf – at least, not about Cassian. Feyre and Elain were more than happy to poke a little fun at how many times Nesta had rewatched the scene with Lucy Liu dressed up in her leather outfit, but Cassian came to her defense, claiming he’d done the exact same thing so many times his mom had stopped letting him watch the movie.

Nesta couldn’t help but chuckle at the image of a tiny Cassian getting in trouble for that, and Cassian kept up a steady stream of commentary during the best parts of the movie just to keep her laughing. It left a nice, warm feeling in her chest, and she held onto it for as long as she could.

Eventually, the night had to come to a close. Everyone was more than ready to help her clean up, and by the time they started exchanging goodbye hugs and promises to let the group know when everyone arrived home safely, Nesta’s space was more or less restored to how it had looked before the night began.

Nesta made sure to give her sisters an especially long hug, thanking them profusely for coming over and making her birthday special.

“It’s what we do,” Feyre replied with a smile. Her eyes flicked over in Cassian’s direction before returning to Nesta’s with a knowing look, and she added, “I’ll accept my thank you with a free lunch.”

Nesta just rolled her eyes before not-so-gently pushing Feyre toward the door. “Good night, Feyre.”

“You know she’s just teasing,” Elain chimed in, laughing. “But don’t let a good thing get away from you, Nesta. He seems really nice.”

“Not you too,” Nesta responded with a groan. She flicked Elain in the arm before similarly herding her toward the door. “Bye, Lainey.”

Once her sisters were out the door, Nesta realized that Cassian was the only partygoer standing between her and going to bed. She certainly didn’t feel as nervous about him being in her space as she had before he’d shown up, but there were some butterflies floating around in her stomach as she looked up at him.

“And then there were two,” Cassian joked.

“And then there were two,” Nesta repeated with a small smile. She looked away from him and settled her gaze on the pretty flowers he’d brought her, adding a pop of color to the space. “I’m really glad you came.”

“I’m really glad you let me,” he replied. “You have some pretty cool people in your corner.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. She looked back up at him to see he was already looking at her with a tiny grin on his face. “I’m just happy you got along with everyone.”

He laughed, his hazel eyes crinkling around the corners, and she knew she was a total goner. “You and me both, sweetheart. I fully believe I would’ve gotten my ass kicked otherwise.”

“Emerie means business,” she told him with a little chuckle. His entire expression brightened once she laughed, and it was so wholesome she almost wanted to do it again just to get him to make that face again. “Feyre, too.”

“Speaking of Feyre…” he trailed off. “Did she mean what she said?”

“What did she say?” Nesta asked, trying to remember what he might’ve been referring to. 

“That you’d love to have me,” Cassian answered. She could tell he wasn’t trying to make fun of her, but that didn’t stop her cheeks from heating. “In more ways than one.”

“Um,” she sputtered, her brain going completely blank. “I. Um. What?”

“I don’t want to be too forward or anything,” he said, taking a few steps closer to her, “but I think you’re really great, and I want to get to know you better. Can I take you out?”

“Like on a date?” she asked. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and she hoped she didn’t sound as nervous as she suddenly felt.

“Yeah,” he replied with a smile. “If that’s okay with you.”

“Definitely okay with me,” she agreed, matching his smile before she could overthink it too badly. 

“Great.” He stood there grinning at her for a few moments before he blinked and backed away, quickly gathering his reusable bag and street clothes that he’d come into her place wearing. “I’ll text you.”

“You do that,” she told him. They moved toward the door and he gave her one last lingering look before heading out into the night. 

As Nesta watched Cassian drive away, she could admit to herself that this had been one of the best birthdays she’d had in a long time.

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[summercreolefanfictioner]

Lady Yui of the House Komori (Game of Thrones AU)

(moodboard + plot headcanons)

Lady Yui of the House Komori. The Mother of Dragons. Khaleesi of the Great Sea. The Queen of the Masses. The Unburnt. The Breaker of Chains. The Lady of Fire. She Who Was Born as Eve.

Yui was an orphan during infancy, a babe in a basket left during war crying for her mother's embrace, her chubby cheeks tarnished with ashes as she fisted for anything that would give her mercy

Seiji was a messenger at the time before he became the head of the Church, and when he found baby Yui bundled up in one corner near the pile of trash, he saved her and raised her as her own daughter

ofc he soon found out that he was destined to have her in his life bcos Yui was the reincarnation of Eve who will become one with Adam and they will conquer the world and destroy the Church with fire and blood

Seiji feared the time when Yui will really bring down everything he worked hard for so he made a huge propaganda that all forms of magic are evil (since the wizards from the North rebelled against Karlheinz before); even lied to Yui that her position as Eve is nothing but mere fiction since dragons ceased to exist

since then, Yui grew up to be a fine lady of the House Komori, easily learning things a housewife will do once she marries her husband (e.g., household chores, sewing clothes, cooking, tending to the place while man goes to war etc)

but sometimes Yui would sneak out and hide in the library, marvelling over romance and fantasy books bcos she kept hearing people talk abt her position as Eve and the dragons and all that stuff

she even had a good dream one night where she was riding a dragon, soaring high as she feels the clouds in her fingertips and her hair dancing with the wind

basically this best girl craved for adventure

her days of fun started when she was finally introduced to the triplets, especially to Ayato since he was the one who was born as Adam

as such, the servants would always make sure they play together despite Seiji's hatred towards the Sakamaki house; but Ayato doesn't get to play with them as often since Cordelia pressured him to be Karl's heir

but nonetheless, Yui would make time for him, would even try to study with him even tho it's unnecessary; even got to a point where they would sneak out and have fun in secret

all changed ofc bcos of war bcos Karl decided to test out the triplets' powers and how they would serve him while Yui was sent to Dragonstone so she could be taught of the ways of the House Komori, leading to Ayato and Yui drifting apart

it wasn't until she turned 17 when she returned to King's Landing and she met a whole new version of Ayato, one marked by war and violence (also found out that the House Sakamaki has been going against everything Seiji stands up for)

nonetheless, she would still approach the triplets, particularly Ayato and try to get everything back to their old times

this led her to gain the "Unburnt" title bcos when Kanato shook her hand one time with fire, she didn't get hurt (well he knew anyways since she is Eve)

Ayato actually pushed her away despite her reluctance and stubbornness, until it was a matter of time before he gave in and they finally got closer

Laito was the one who told them both abt the romantic love between them, which Yui knows is something Seiji would never allow

but Yui is Yui so she still went after her heart, confessing her feelings for Ayato one night in the castle's maze garden while there was an ongoing party

this was the beginning of an end

bcos on Yui's 18th bday, she thought Seiji would finally allow her relationship with Ayato since she was her Adam and she his Eve

only for him to betray her by having her marry Shin from the House Tsukinami

in retaliation and heartbreak, she spent her first night with Ayato in secret and promised him they would find their way back into each other and fulfill their promise; the dream where they will live somewhere far away and have kids and be free

she even kept a locket from him so it would remind her of their love for each other

ofc Yui's marriage with Shin was a disaster since Shin has never treated her as an equal and would beat her up if she doesn't get pregnant soon

Subaru managed to talk some sense into her and gave her a knife, telling her to take her role as Eve and run away

so she hatched her plan, connived with one of the maids and made sure Shin was playing the game she set out before finally stabbing his manhood and feeding him to his pet wolves

afterwards, Yui and her personal maid escaped via a dragon and went to the Dothraki sea where she was to stay and pick one of the Khals to marry

ofc Yui would never allow anyone to treat her again as a brooding mare, so she set them all on fire, watching everyone burn with the living witnesses cheering and kneeling before her

it was the beginning of an end, a time for the Eve to rise

STORY MASTERLIST HERE

[many-gay-magpies]

HELLO CAN I HEAR MORE OF THE WOLF GIRL MURDER CRYPTID???

She sounds so. So. I beg yuo………..

YES YES OH MY GOD ABSOLUTELY

dude you do not even know I have been trembling like an anxious chihuahua just waiting to be able to go full feral about her to someone. this rocks

OKAY SO. the entire story kind of started because i was listening to a song and i was like you know what this would be great for? being the backing track to a cold open where some girl is running through the woods mid-panic attack after having just killed someone. then it kind of grew a plot from there.

(me, foolishly: oh this will probably not take too long or take up too much space. clearly i forgot just how Able i am to ramble when prompted. put the rest under a cut bc it got LONG)

the cryptid wolf girl herself is named rosalind, or roz for short, or possibly rory for short once she figures out some gender stuff later on... the Central Relationship in the story is between her and her little sister anna. they did... NOT have a great life growing up—dad was an abusive alcoholic, mom was a DEPRESSIVE alcoholic and even when they split up, mom kinda left roz to raise/take care of anna completely on her own... things are better now; mom has cleaned herself up and is trying to be better—but like. that messed roz up lmao. go figure.

so for their whole lives growing up, roz and anna were kind of glued together... ROZ was more of a parent to anna than their own mom, and anna went to her for everything. but in the time of the story, anna's started to Grow Up and Grow OUT of needing her big sister for everything, AND ON TOP OF THAT she's just got herself a boyfriend who fucking sucks and reminds roz WAY too much of their dad... (in my mind I feel like when their parents split and dad left, roz was old enough to actually understand how abusive and shitty he was, but to anna it just seemed like he'd abandoned him, so she's probably a bit stupid about relationships because she's searching for the love she never got from her father/searching for a bandaid to the feeling of abandonment she has from him, but she isn't exactly the healthiest about that and latches onto the first guy that shows her attention, thinking it's Love.)

anyways, this whole deal—anna getting distant, anna being stupid about her bf—makes roz feel Some Type Of Way. she's kind of latched onto her position as anna's pseudo-parent as the crux of her self-worth, so now that anna seems to not NEED her anymore she does not take it well. she wants to protect anna from her toxic bf and from HERSELF, but she can't do a thing and just feels useless because everything she TRIES just ends up pushing anna further away from her. then on her birthday, when she's at her friend's house to celebrate (the best friend she's gay af for, zoe), she makes a wish to be able to protect anna like she used to—aaand the literal moon overhears and basically goes "you have a noble desire, i'll give you my blessing" and turns her into a werewolf (sort of - it's not a whole "turn every full moon" deal, just whenever there's a specific trigger)

anyway like a week after roz's bday when she makes the wish, it's homecoming, and her mom (who is also stupid and just thinks roz hates mark (anna's bf) because she's jealous) has asked her to drive anna to this party mark invited her to... which is in the middle of the woods. with a whole bunch of older high school guys. sure, mom, that's bound to be perfectly safe and legal.

roz has been feeling a little off all week and having weird dreams (unbeknownst to her thanks to her new lunar benefactor). after homecoming, she drives anna to her party... but there is NO FUCKIN WAY she trusts those dudes with her, so she sneaks up to spy on them from the bushes to make sure they're not getting up to any unsavory shit and hurting her little sister. (spoiler alert: they absolutely get up to tons of unsavory shit.) so roz is watching these guys, and it's literally all guys, like anna is the ONLY girl, and they're all older—and they're drinking alcohol, getting progressively more wasted, and anna is refusing but mark keeps pressuring her, and eventually he makes some vague allusions to ah... "loosening her up" with the alcohol so he can have his way with her, while touching her in not-so-great ways... and seeing that triggers roz's first transformation. she just full-on catapults in and tears him to SHREDS, literally. then someone stabs her with a beer bottle and she flees, turns back human, and starts freaking the fuck out because she just killed mark.

okay um. i did not intend to just tell you the entire story up to the point that ive written it. but OH WELL I DID! hope u enjoyed that lmao.

the whole premise of the story is that, despite how much it sucks at first, roz being a werewolf actually kind of brings her, her mom, and her sister closer together... the thing is, the moon, when it heard her wish, it didn't just give her what she asked for—it gave her what she NEEDED. and in general i have lots a feelings about werewolves as the representations of our deepest, most repressed emotions and desires, like if you've seen the whole thing about like "the werewolf is the part of you that LOVES YOU. it is the part of you that is mad at how wrongly you've been treated and wants to PROTECT you." yeah. and i have lots of feelings about the MOON and moon deities as gods of honesty, vulnerability, and seeing the truth of our deepest emotions...

so the wolf is kind of all roz's anger issues just smushed into one big wolfy body. a big theme ive started exploring with the story is that being a werewolf isn't exactly CHANGING roz or making her feel things she's never felt before (like, you know. the murder urges), it's just bringing things she ALWAYS FELT to the forefront and making them unignorable. because above all what roz NEEDS is something to force her to face herself to be able to overcome all the self-hatred she has (because BOY SHIT THERE'S A LOT OF IT). which is also where her relationship with zoe (who ive thought, written, and posted about almost more than the relationship between roz and anna... whoops) comes in.

roz and zoe are best friends. they have been since they were five years old, and zoe has been with roz through like ALLLLL the shit of her seventeen long years. roz is incredibly gay and absolutely in love with zoe, but doesn't realize because she's a fucking dumbass and thinks that's a normal way to feel about her best friend (or, like, maybe she kind of knows something's Different and knows what it IS, but she can't ever let herself realize it fully because ✨internalized homophobia✨).

when the whole wolf thing starts out, roz doesn't tell zoe what's happening, because she's afraid zoe will be afraid of or disgusted by this part of her... which she likes to think is the wolf's doing, but she knows it's really ALWAYS been a part of her. roz keeps the secret from zoe for a WHILE because of this, and keeps pushing her away, but zoe (who Knows roz and loves her back just as intensely) will NOT fucking let her. so there's gonna be like this whole stage of incredibly painful pining, where the moon goddess makes roz realize that she's in love with zoe, but she still hasn't even TOLD zoe about the whole werewolf thing, so there ensue events like: roz in wolf form subconsciously seeking out zoe, breaking out of her house in the middle of the night, going to stand below zoe's window, and then waking up in the morning thinking it was a dream until she sees her window is open and her pajamas are shredded to all hell and goes "shit".

eventually, of course, zoe DOES find out (either by accidentally witnessing a transformation one day or because roz finally caves and tells her, i havent decided yet), and spoiler alert, she isn't disgusted or afraid—she's actually, like, wildly attracted to the feral bloodthirsty vengeful side of roz, because that's the embodiment of roz's deepest, more true self, and zoe has wanted nothing more than to know roz completely—and of course it still takes roz a while to realize zoe's wide-eyed, drop-jawed stares at her are not FEAR but I'M SO GAY IM GONNA OASS OUT HOLY SHIT, because she's fucking stupid.

another honorable mention character: himbo soccer team boy tentatively named matt (gonna change either his or mark's name cuz they're too similar) who witnesses roz partially-transform by accident one day and decides he's going to be absolutely ride-or-die for this tormented lesbian werewolf. he's there for her until she finally gets her shit together and tells zoe what's going on, and long after that. they become a cute little bestie trio and matt ABSOLUTELY realizes how gay roz and zoe are for each other before roz does and he's like JESUS CHRIST JUST KISS ALREADY

(also. most worthy of mention in the yet-to-be-written zoe-and-roz scenes i feel feral about: there's gonna be one after zoe finds out where roz has a really bad transformation, and passes out still wolfed-out in zoe's lap... and she's visibly having a nightmare (plus she's still a wolf which means she's still in crisis mode even though she's sleeping), so zoe starts reading aloud to her while she sleeps until she calms down enough to turn back human... and it starts out as just zoe doing what she's ALWAYS done to comfort and soothe roz, but since roz is ASLEEP it devolves into zoe pouring out her true feelings without roz awake to hear them... then roz wakes up in the middle of zoe reciting shakespeare's sonnet 57 to her and it's like. INSANELY gay. and the whole time matt's off to the side like holy shit.)

ANYWAYS YEAH THAT WAS. A LOT HAHA. I hope u like my feral unhinged asshole werewolf girl :)

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Bustafellows - Limbo - Birthday 2023

Pairing: female reader x Limbo

Warnings: NSFW, minors don't interact

Word count: 651

A/N: Happy bday to the best busta boi <3. I miss you a lot sir, just so you know!

“Come on, Limbo. Just another song. And don’t you dare to slip out the party again, little brother.”

“Are you threatening me on my birthday?”

“What do you think?” Valerie winks unimpressed with Limbo’s desperate face.

“Fucking play this already, or I’ll tell your girlfriend you are a shitty brother and a shitty son. Let’s see what she’ll have to say about that.”

“Nooooo! Anything but this. I’ll play! I’ll play whichever song you want,” a resolute Limbo gets ready to play his piano as if he is going to war.

After playing for hours, it looks like his older sister Valerie is pleased with his performance, as well as their parents and the guests. The party is finally coming to an end, and Limbo feels that he can finally breathe properly after what he considered to be torture, not a birthday party.

Limbo usually hates this social gathering at Fitzgerald’s house, but today there was no escape for him. He didn’t have any good excuse to justify his absence on his own birthday. He internally also blames his girlfriend for encouraging him to socialize with his parents, whom he didn’t see for months due to their hectic work schedule.

“It’s not that I don’t like them, but these parties are always so fake and full of bullshit. As if 90% of these people actually care about my well-being.” Limbo mumbled alone on his piano.

“What do you say of a massage on those hands and maybe a movie session with your lovely hot girlfriend then?”

“W-whaatttt?!”

Limbo turns his head to see his girlfriend staring at him. He is just mesmerized. Just her presence enough is capable of doing wonders to the imagination of the youngest Fitzgerald’s heir. On top of that, she is wearing a marsala cowl neck satin short dress that highlights those curves that Limbo knows so well.

“Hehe, so what is your answer, birthday boy?”

“I- Since when you are here? You look fantastic…”

“Like half an hour? Your sister texted me a few hours ago saying you’ll be free by now. When I got here Valerie talked to me in the hallway and she said you were just thanking some guests for attending your party and stuff like that. So I waited in one of the guests’ rooms.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much for that.”

“For what really?”

Limbo still can’t believe his girl is just in front of him. One couldn’t wish for a better birthday gift than the presence of your beloved one.

“There are so many things I want to do with you right now…” says the lawyer after getting up from his piano bench.

Limbo carries her to his room, puts her gently on his bed, and starts to undress himself. On top of her, the lawyer takes off what is left of his clothes, tossing them aside.

Holding her hips firmly, he kisses her without hesitation. Her hot body touching his skin turns him on even more. He takes off her dress in a quick motion, exposing her underwear.

“If you keep looking at me like that I’ll… Ahhhhh”

Limbo pulls off her bra to have full access to her breasts. Biting just one of them is enough to make her arch her back with pleasure and scratch his back fiercely.

That’s all it takes for him to penetrate her seconds later. Showering his girl with love thrusting slowly but effectively, so she can feel every inch of his cock. Her heavy breathing just confirms how much pressure he is exerting inside of her now. She tries to hold onto something as he keeps pushing and pushing to the point her head is almost hitting the room's wall.

The lawyer doesn’t stop even after noticing his woman is cornered in his bed. He speeds up the pace to hear minutes later his name being chanted through her moans.

[trascapades]

🕊#ArtIsAWeapon

For #tWitch @sir_twitch_alot 🙏🏿 #StephenBoss #DancingIsFreedom

🎶 @temsbaby - "Free Mind"

🎥 & caption reposted from @sheopatra_

tWitch, I never expressed this to you. 🕊️

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When I did #SYTCD it was one of the most high anxiety weeks of my entire life. I was overly excited, even more nervous, out of my element in many ways….

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I gave my all that week in Vegas. Literally… I couldn’t eat… I barely slept..and I felt alone in my journey. Of course I knew you and we had shared many moments together before. But you were “ tWitch” …. & as often as you checked in on me during this experience ( and a lot of us) I never spoke to you about that anxiety. I smiled… laughed and kept pushing.

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At the very end of Vegas Week… “ the green mile” I remember the hope I had built up. I walked across the stage and up to the mic….. & they cut me. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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In that moment….. I searched for everything I could to hold back the tears. As I quickly walked towards the exit… the cameras in perfect Hollywood fashion rushed to meet me. BAM… question after question and I could barely speak.

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tWitch… I saw you rush thru those doors…. I don’t know if you remember this.. but you made everybody turn off the cameras. You kind of demanded it actually. 🤣 You told them to move away..

You grabbed me and you hugged me… then you explained some important things to me. Things I won’t say here.. but I walked away from you stronger that day. I got on that plane knowing I was that girl.

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I hope you can feel how much that meant to me. How much love I sent from my chest/ heart to yours every time I hugged you after that!

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Thank you Brotha. For making yourself available with love. For saying exactly what God told you to each person you’ve affected in your time here. I haven’t danced with you in a while and I’m kicking myself for missing your bday party this year… so… maybe this time ……we dance for you and the gentle passing of your spirit into the after life. Ancestors welcome him with open arms. 🫂 Hug him just as tight as he hugged me all these times.

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I pray to be as impactful. 🕊️🤍 @sir_twitch_alot

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#RoundsFortWitch #Dancers #BlackDancers

[cicada-dyke]

ultimate pet peeve is adults pretending like they know shit about people you spent every single day of your life with for the past years just because they heard half of a story

[hoetani]

| ONE DATE |

Warnings: fluff, lil angst maybe, comfort kinda (17+ Blog)

Relationship: Ran Haitani x fem!Reader

A/n: V quick for a special Haitani’s bday!! (happy bday to him too ig)

“C’mon, just one date.”

As you’ve grown older, you’ve come to learn many life lessons, for example, if you want something you need to work for it, or to always treat others with respect and they’ll do the same, or Ran fucking Haitani doesn’t give up easily.

At this point it doesn’t faze you, it’s almost become routine. You bump into each other, he asks you out, you politely decline and then he smirks cockily like he’s enjoying this little game.

At this point you expect it, especially here, at the famously held house party. Patting his arm consolingly, you give him a pitiful smile, “Nice try.”

His smug smile never wavers, “One day you’ll say yes.”

“Sure.”

Oh how you’re eating your words, because if there’s one life lesson that always comes back to bite you in the ass, it’s ‘if you don’t want something to happen, it will most definitely happen’.

“C’mon pretty girl, one drink,” the sleezy guy slurs as he obnoxiously leans his weight against you. It’s hard not to choke against the strong stench of alcohol on his breath, it makes your eyes water.

“I-I can’t,” you manage to wheeze out, arms flailing slightly to keep yourself upright.

His grip tightens on your body as he leers at you, mouth curling into an ugly smirk, “Why not?”

Your brain is on overdrive as you race through a folder of possible excuses, before you can even think, you blurt out, “I have a boyfriend.”

He looks taken aback, allowing you to wrench free from his grip. Massaging your sore shoulder, your nose scrunches at the sight of him – you weren’t exactly scared, but extremely uncomfortable.

“I don’t see him.”

“That’s because he’s getting me a drink,” you say, hoping your performance is at least slightly believable, “actually, there he is now.”

You scamper off without another word, slipping next to the purple haired male and snaking an arm around his waist. Ran tears his gaze away from the interesting game of beer pong and peers down at you with a queried brow, “Didn’t think you’d change your mind that fast.”

“There’s a guy harassing me,” you say quietly, “told him you were my boyfriend.”

You can practically feel his ego inflate as his signature smirk makes an appearance, “Is that so?”

Leaning down, he scrutinises your face before planting a small kiss to the corner of your lips, it’s a chaste and modest display of affection but you suddenly find yourself wanting more. You pull away spluttering, “What the hell was that?”

“Isn’t that something a boyfriend would do?” he asks no one in particular, “You’re right, a boyfriend wouldn’t kiss you there, he’d kiss you properly.”

Before Ran can envelope your lips fully, you push him away, flustered and embarrassed. His poorly stifled chuckle makes you huff petulantly. Your shenanigans are interrupted when you make eye contact with the weird man from earlier. Shyly, you grab Ran’s hand and lead him to the other end of the house; the dance floor.

Slowly, you begin to sway your body, blending into the crowd with Ran at your side. His heavy hands rest on your hips, pulling you closer until there’s no distance between you. His repressed groans are enchanting and for some reason you want to hear more. You can feel him lean down, the trace of his breath against the crook of your neck.

“So, about that date…”

[aphrodite1288]

Disclaimer: "A LONG ANNOYING ASS RANT "

Count with me the times, Kadi were fucked by Koreans:

*So Ksoo is always "another member", "Someone" or not spoken of at all or his name is not even mentioned when Kadi r involved together in one scene?!!

*Like Heck Ji did not even mention Ksoo in his MV only talked abt Xiu as if Ksoo's sign n power on that fuckn frozen rock wasn't there.

*He couldn't make a reaction nor talk or support Ksoo's Enlistment song while he did a whole series of reaction videos to Sechan n other artists (his friends), he promoted many songs of western n korean singers but when it came to Ksoo's "That's okay" which is a HIT song that the whole kpop covered n talked about, Ji remained blind n silent.

*Let's not Forget in 2018 during Ekso Ladder when Kadi were seen eating together but we ONLY GOT FOOTAGE OF JONGIN'S BACK n The fan MENTIONED THAT SHE COULDN'T TAKE PICS OF KSOO cuz HE WAS NOT VISIBLE CLEARLY!!??? He is a Human sized HUMAN?Not a Virus? And MONTHS AFTER THAT: She deleted her post n apologized saying that she just mistook KSOO to be with Ji that day n that it was NOT KSOO but someone else and that Ji came alone to the restaurant?? Wtf?? U just said months ago that they were eating a meal together but u came months and months after to tell us that Ji was in FACT EATING ALONE? U FUCKIN said HE WAS EATING WITH SOO? Matter of fact was with SOMEONE ??????????? what are u Blind? Is Ksoo's name cursed? Is he "who he must not be named?" Lord Do Voldemort?

*No ..Ok how can an ExoL not recognize "tHE oThEr mEmBeR" whom Ji was with? She clearly hid it n didn't want to expose it. Wtf? It's just "two Bros chilling in a hot tub five feets apart cuz they not Gay" *actually AGRESSIVELY singing the meme*

* And Oh please don't remind me of that Fucked up Scripted interview of Ekso Concert DVD where they asked kaisoo if they ever traveled together alone and forced Kadi to say that they did NEVER EVER TRAVELED TOGETHER ALONE OR HAD A MEAL TGT BEFORE! KSOO even felt sad that he had to lie abt this and even added a crumb for us to assure us that he is indeed Friends/Lovers with Ji n said "IT'S OKAY IF WE NEVER TRAVELED TOGETHER CUZ WE ARE ALWAYS TOGETHER IN THE DORM", y'all made him lie and he was even concerned that ppl might even think that he hates Ji at this rate that he never even had a meal with him or traveled with him or went on a hangout with him on a span of 10 years of knowing each other. How can u not go out with a friend for a meal for 10 fucking years??

I've just known my friend on internet for months and we traveled together and always hangout together heck we spent thousands of nights together after 1 week of knowing e/o ? Where's the Logic?

Instead we have all this Pushed up CHANSOO agenda with them traveling 4 times back&fourth to Japan, Going tgt in Yeol's car after concerts, having meals together and vacations together and pics all moved internet and on Chan's IG, CHANSOO are the most aesthetic couple they're a huge SHIP too with A HUGE SHIPDOM but No SM doesn't try to stop them?mmmh 🤔 Yet No ONE TO SPEAK ABT KADI SPENDING THEIR BDAYS TOGETHER IN 2019.

*And Oh! I almost forgot this: Ji couldn't even mention That he spent his bday in 2019 with KSOO, and that the latter made him a cake & lit the candles for him and even held a surprise party for him after he came back from his Bday party with Ls, cuz Ji was supposed to be Dating Jennifer back then! So to not break the straight agenda he had to not mention KSOO at all but instead he easily mentioned in his lives later that Ra/vi n Moo/nyu surprised him for his bday n held a mini party for one hour for him after he came from the Bday party with Eksolz when actually IT WAS KSOO?? Kim Ji..isn't KSOO your friend too?? Why didn't you mention him? I'm sure Ji was sad NOT MENTIONING KSOO n only his Homies squad WHILE IN FACT IT WAS THE POOR KSOO WHO HELD AND PREPARED THE PARTY! MADE HIM A CAKE AT HIS BROTHER'S GF's PASTRY AND BROUGHT, JI's Besties to Their(Kadi) dorm cuz he knows Ji would be so happy when his dudes ARE AROUND! But KSOO later on quickly kicked them to give Ji the BEST Bday gift when Ji was supposed to be having an affair with Diva girl Jennifer. Remember when Ji said that his friends came and held him a party for ONE HOUR ONLY BEFORE HE KICKED THEM OUT!! Now we know why he kicked them cuz KSOO was there ! And we didn't know that back in 2019! We knew it until 2020 When Ji forgot his lie n uploaded a video of him n Soo n his suquad on IG. It's too sad when KSOO'S efforts had to be gone in vain AND NOT BE MENTIONED AT ALL when IN FACT IT WAS HIM WHO DID EVERYTHING FOR JI in THAT SMALL BDAY PARTY! HE WAS THE ONE WHO PREPARED IT!

And I'm not gonna talks bout where Kadi spent their Bdays in 2019. Cuz some assess called me a privacy invader.

Stop making them seems like they don't even know each other.

All of this added to my yesterday anger. Korean Ls would never let kaisoo talk freely abt each other n i hate it. Korean Ls won't speak a word abt Kadi. I tried with them many times, never worked they always tell me that Ksoo is only close to SeChanBaekHo and in fact is not close with Ji at all n that It's JI's fault for always being out with his squad. Thankfully I have foreigner friends who live there n are so cool n tell me shit. These momfuckers are so homophobic. And the korean Kaisooists who actually support Kadi, speak in between the bushes so hidy n scared.

I'm mad.

[xshinigamikittenx]

Just A Taste

CW/TW: semi public sex, fingering this piece is actually pretty kink free just hot office sex :)

A/N: So this piece was one of the first fics that I ever wrote. It's about a year old now? Not sure lolol but I figured I would post it here bc why not. It's a birthday one shot with Gojo x Reader. Hope its not awful :)

P.S. I'll also add the link to the mini Spotify playlist I made for this piece. yeeeee (under the break)

Just a Taste

The snow flurries kissed your skin as you walked further into the school grounds. You held Gojo’s gift to your chest, trying to calm your nerves. You remembered how much Gojo loved kikufuku, and you hoped he wouldn’t think you were trying too hard. The night you met him in the Japanese market he bought himself a box identical to the one in your hands. You did have to go pretty far out of the way to get them but he was worth it. You heard laughing and yelling spilling out from behind the door to the common room, a warm, inviting glow escaping from underneath. You took a breath and walked in.

As you entered the room you could see Itadori and Nabara standing in front of Gojo, holding a fistful of cake and yelling into each other’s faces. You couldn’t help but laugh, they were always going at each other while Megumi stood nearby with his hands in his pockets watching indifferently. You knew even though he looked uninterested he was definitely enjoying the show, ready to break them up if necessary. Panda and Toge were sitting at the table stuffing their face with the sweet confection while Aoi pounded the table, probably on another diatribe about another tall curvy girl he saw that he can’t stop thinking about, as Maki rolled her eyes .

When your eyes landed on Gojo he was already looking at you. His crystalline eyes tracking your every move. His hair was down. The snow white tresses just long enough to graze the tips of his long ivory lashes. You offered him a small smile. The heat in your face rose from his hovering gaze, making your insides turn cartwheels as he started walking towards you. “Happy Birthday,” you say, holding up his gift, slightly wet from the melted remnants of snow on your way in. He smiles a full beaming grin as he looks down at you, “Look at you being so thoughtful. These are my favorite!” He steps closer and reaches out to take the box from you, wrapping his hands around yours. His voice is low as he leans down and whispers in your ear, “I tend to reward thoughtfulness.”

The noise of the party seems to fade as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. He straightens up, sliding the box out of your possession and grazing the side of your face with his free hand, pushing your hair behind your ear. His hand finds its way to your chin, lifting it up to look into your eyes, “You know, you really are so cute when you’re flustered.” Of course this just makes you more flustered and you look away, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to reign in the tension building at your core. Gojo closes his eyes and laughs, breaking the tension as he tucks your gift under his arm, “Come on y/n, now that you’re here we can actually start this party.” He puts his arm around you and walks towards the cake sitting in the middle of the tables.

You walk together and scan the room, all of the students are already here and the cake has already been cut. Were you that late? “It looks like it’s going pretty well so far,” you say resting your hands on your bag. No one else seemed to notice you were here yet, but as you walked closer to the center of the room Itadori turned away from Nobara to study you. “Gojo sensei, who’s your friend?”

You wondered how he was going to introduce you. You only spoke for a little while in the market. He was asking you about which flavor kikufuku he should get and you didn’t even realize he was talking to you until he tried to get your attention for the third time. He made jokes about how good or bad the different flavors would taste and you absentmindedly wondered what it would look like to see him put one in his mouth. The thought of his hands and his lips distracted you while he spoke until he cut the conversation short and bought a flavor you didn’t even get to explain. He seemed like he needed to go somewhere quickly so you didn’t think much of it but before he left he asked you for your number, “Just in case I need some more explanation on what things taste like,” he said, smiling. Of course you gave it to him but he didn’t put your number in his phone before he walked away, so you definitely weren’t expecting him to call you and invite you to his birthday party.

Nonetheless, Gojo didn’t skip a beat replying to Itadori. “This is my date, y/n, she’s an expert at food tasting so I wanted to invite her to taste the cake all you lovely first years made.” Your eyes grew wide at the word ‘date’ but Itadori didn’t notice because Nobara started yelling again. She must’ve heard what Gojo said because she was already (loudly) explaining that the cake tasted so shitty because Itadori added too much flour. He immediately spun on her and threw the handful of cake he held in his hand in her direction. Your jaw dropped as Gojo bent over and started laughing. It only took a second for Nobara to respond, smashing a fistful of cake in Itadori’s face. The force knocked him into you and Gojo, smearing frosting all over the both of you. Gojo held onto you so you, keeping you balanced after the backwards momentum sent you falling into Megumi’s chest. “Oi. Megumi,” he said nodding his head towards the cake brawl behind you, “get them to calm down will you? I’ve got to get this little mess cleaned up.”

You look down at your clothes, and blush, that frosting had definitely done a number on your outfit. Megumi sighs in response and you hear him yelling at Itadori and Nobara as Gojo leads you out of the room. He keeps his arm around you as you walk and all you can think about is how comforting it feels to feel his warmth against your skin. You see the bathroom coming up ahead but he walks you past it, keeping his eyes straight ahead with a smirk on his face. You look back just to make sure you weren’t crazy, “Gojo, the bathroom is-,” he cuts you off, “I never said we were going to the bathroom.”

He leads you into a room that looks like a large office. The large desk at the head of the room was surrounded by bookshelves that lined both walls with meticulously organized books on each shelf. With nothing but the moonlight streaming in through the large windows behind the desk it was difficult to see much else, but the only thing worth seeing right now was Gojo. He had walked into your field of view as you surveyed the room. He’d traded in his usual ensemble for a black button down and patterned white and black pants. Only he could pull this off and look this damn good. Your eyes follow him as he reaches into the desk drawer, retrieves a handkerchief and leans back on the front of the desk, reaching his hand out to you. “Here, let’s take care of this before it gets any worse.”

You feel the warmth climbing from your insides to your face, embarrassed by how ridiculous you must look right now. You walk towards him and he leans forward grabbing you by the waist. Your inches away from his face standing between his legs as he brings the handkerchief up to your neck. Your pulse quickens as you search his face, but his eyes are trained on his hand trailing further down to the frosting on your shirt. His lips are parted when he speaks, “Humor me y/n,” his finger slides through a portion of sweet mess at the curve of your breast, “what do you think the cake tastes like?” He holds his finger out, watching you with hooded eyes, wordlessly asking you to lick it off his frosting covered digit. Your eyes widen at the question and you can feel your insides doing backflips, but the look in his eyes urge you to push the doubt out of your mind.

You lean forward and wrap your lips around his offering using your tongue to lick him clean. You look up at this through your lashes and place both your hands onto his. You feel his body tense up as he watches you. “Fuck.” He slips his finger out of your mouth and places his hand on the side of your face as he pulls you in by the waist. His lips crash into yours as his tongue explores your open mouth, still sweet from the frosting you just tasted from him. Your hands travel down his neck and grip his collar trying to diminish all the space between you. His hand moves into your hair as the arm around your waist moves further down, palming your ass through the fabric of your dress. He moans into your lips as he spins you around and picks you up to sit you on the desk. You feel the length of his arousal pressing against you through his pants as he pulls away, never breaking eye contact with you as he makes quick work of the buttons on his shirt.

His hands travel up your thighs, squeezing gently as he gets closer to your center, but he stops short and looks down at you, “I hope you know how incredibly sexy you are.” Your breath catches as you look away, you didn’t know what to say to that. Gojo reaches up with one of his hands, placing his thumb on your lower lip. You meet his moonlit eyes and they’re narrowed slightly from the small smile on his face. “Can I show you?” You nod your head in response, unable to let anything but your shallow breaths escape your lips. His other hand, still resting on your thigh, deftly moves your soaking panties to the side and caresses your soft entrance. Your body reacts before you think and you tilt your head back releasing a soft moan as you place both your hands behind you allowing you to move closer to the edge of the desk.

Gojo slips two fingers inside you, curling them to trigger the spot that sends you into another dimension. You grip the edge of the desk, willing yourself not to be too loud because everyone else is just down the hallway and you wouldn’t be able to show your face at the party again if they heard you fucking their teacher. His fingers are relentless, pushing you closer and closer to climax. Your moans are sounding more like whimpers now, begging him to send you over the edge. He seems to understand and uses his thumb to circle your clit. “Come for me y/n,” he says, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, “I want to see if you taste as sweet as you look.” His words ripple through you, unleashing waves of pleasure that leave your legs weak.

You’re still panting when you look up and see Gojo put his fingers in his mouth, still slick from the dripping between your thighs. “Mmm...you are sweet,” he says watching you come down from your ecstasy. You bite your lip in response and a low growl leaves his throat as he reaches into his pocket before he drops his pants releasing his fully hard cock dripping with precum. In a matter of seconds he had ripped the packet he held in his hand with his teeth and rolled a condom on before he pulled your legs up forcing you onto your back and slid your ruined panties off your legs before crossing them like an ‘x’ in the air. You hold onto the edge of the desk as Gojo grips your thighs and eases into your aching pussy. “Fuck, y/n I’m not even all the way in yet and you feel so fucking good.”

Your breath hitches as his fingers tighten around your thighs, a restrained attempt at maintaining his control. Inch by inch he’s filling you up, a slow hiss leaving his lips as he stretches your walls to make room for his length. “Fffuuck,” he groans, as he begins to move with slow, deep thrusts. You use the desk as leverage to lift your hips and match his rhythm, letting him go deeper. This rewards you another low moan, “Mmm..fuck this.” His voice comes out in rasps and he leans forward spreading your legs, with your ankles pressed into his shoulders. He buries himself into you, hitting that delicious spot, threatening to send you into space all over again. The control he had seconds before was released in every quickening thrust as his breathing came fast and shallow. You’re panting for air, soft whines escaping your lips as you dig your nails into his back in a desperate attempt to keep you from making more noise. Gojo must’ve felt it because he growls and leans down to bite your neck. You arch your back and tangle your fingers in his hair. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes in your ear as he cups the side of your face with his hand. A simpering moan pushes past your lips. You’re at your limit, the tension building inside you was about to overflow. Your plush walls tighten around him and he pushes up from the desk, looking down at you as he grips your thighs bottoming out inside you. “I want to see that pretty face when you come, baby. Let me see you.” His words push you over the edge, crashing into wave after wave of pleasure as your walls milk his cock. He was right on the edge himself, digging his fingers into your thighs as his body tensed up, “Fuck y/n...fuck...fuck…” You felt his cock throbbing inside you as he came and he dropped his forehead to meet yours.

“You okay?” he asked, still inside of you. “I’m actually more than okay,” you respond as your eyes flutter open to see him looking back at you, smiling. He laughs, pulling you up with him as he eases out of you to tie the condom off and wrap it in the previously discarded handkerchief. You hop off the desk and straighten your dress as Gojo redresses himself, eyeing you all the while. “Well, if you’re more than okay now, how do you think you’ll feel if we try going to dinner?” You turn to look at him, he had his hands in his pockets, smirking at you. You laughed from the sheer craziness of it all. This man was asking you out right after having sex on his desk. “I think I’ll feel pretty amazing,” you say, smiling back at him. You pick up your bag and walk towards him placing your hand on his chest. “Then it’s a date, ‘date’.” He smiles as he leans down to kiss you. He gives you his arm to lead you out of the room and you get a look at the mess of papers you both made strewn across the floor. “Wait, shouldn’t we clean this up?” Gojo opens the door and walks you both out. “Oh, no need. That’s not my office.”

[rainandhotchocolate]

Birthday girl

A/N SORRY I’M A MESS - here is the final version!! For the beautiful @siriuslyjanhvi‘s birthday - a lil fluffy fic about Y/N and Sirius. Y/N is highkey famous and Sirius decides to throw her a surprise bday party :))

Enjoy!

Birthday girl.

“Are you sure you had a good day?” Sirius watched Y/N, his eyes trained on hers as if he could read her mind if he stared hard enough. Y/N took hold of his hand and smiled up at him.

“I promise, it was the best birthday I’ve had.” Y/N gave his hand a squeeze, and stepped out of the car, swinging it shut. They were outside Y/N’s family home, a large white Victorian two-story which sat in a row of what seemed like a hundred other white Victorian two-story homes. It was on the outskirts of London, where you could actually have a back garden and a large swing set out front if you were allowed.

Y/N’s dad had put a large tyre on the tree out front instead, promising it would be ten times more fun than Kasey’s swing-set down the road. Y/N fell out of it and broke her arm when she was seven and was rushed to the hospital emergency room where they chastised her parents for bringing her in when it wasn’t an emergency. Her arm had healed by the time they’d arrived.

Four years later she’d received her Hogwarts acceptance letter. She also met Sirius that year, trying to set up a large bucket of water over the Gryffindor Portrait Hole.

“What are you thinking about?” Sirius had come over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning them both against Y/N’s car.

“When we first met,” Y/N slipped her hands along his arms and up to his shoulders, having to stand on her tip toes to reach.

“You mean when you destroyed my prank?”

“I think you mean when I artfully took over your prank and got you covered in water before your first class with McGonagall.” Y/N grinned up at him mischievously, and Sirius squeezed her a little tighter in retaliation.

“Come on, let’s go inside, get some birthday cake.” Sirius leaned down and gave Y/N a soft kiss, holding her a little tighter.

“Mmmmk, If we have to,” Y/N sighed, giving him a small pout. Sirius smiled but pulled away from her, keeping one arm around her waist.

“We in fact, do have to,” Sirius led her towards the large doorway, “Your parents might kill me if I didn’t get you home in time for family dinner.”

“I know I know, it just would be nice to have some more… Sirius time,” Y/N looked up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes she could and Sirius looked down at her, frowning at her.

“Don’t make me regret taking you home like a good boyfriend, you know I’d like to have you all to myself as well,” Sirius winked, leaning over and kissing her forehead, “But I promise that we will have plenty of alone time over the rest of the summer, ok?”

“Ok,” Y/N conceded, turning to face the doorway, “How do I look?”

“Perfect, as usual.”

“Sap.”

“It’s your birthday, I’m going to be as soppy as I like.” Sirius winked at her, and then rapped three times on the door in front of him. It swung open almost immediately, revealing Y/N’s tall and balding father who was wearing a very tailored suit and a huge smile.

“The birthday girl is back! Come in, come in you two,” His eyes were twinkling, and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him as Sirius and herself walked passed him and into the main lounge. Y/N knew that look, that was the look when he wanted to –

“SURPRISE!”

Y/N took a step back into Sirius as about 50 people jumped out from behind the large blue couches sitting across the living room. There was a large flash as cameras started to go off, capturing her surprise and Sirius’ arm tucked around her as he stopped her from falling over.

“Oh, my god,” Y/N laughed, turning to Sirius, “Did you organise this?”

“With a bit of help,” Sirius was grinning at her, “Do you like it?”

“Yes! I’ve always wanted a surprise party, I just, I don’t know how you pulled this off,” Y/N moved into the room, a feeling of excitement building in her chest. There was something about surprises that she loved, that made her feel like jumping up and down.

“Believe me it was an ordeal, but you have literally always said you wanted one… so, enjoy,” Sirius kissed her cheek and led her into the room.

The large, white living room was covered in large balloons standing in every corner, and there was a large section of the room that had been converted into a dance floor, a DJ already at work and blasting music across the room. Y/N could see through the windows that even the outdoor pool had been decorated with flashing lights, and streamers covered the trees alongside large, ornate fairy lights. There was a table in front of her covered in every kind of food Y/N could ever dream of, macarons stacked in a huge tower, chocolate covered strawberries, a tiered plate of cupcakes, and multi-level birthday cake covered in buttercream icing and small flowers. Y/N could feel her mouth-watering but was instead led towards a smaller group of people to her right.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Lily rushed over to her, squeezing her into a hug and spinning her around on the spot. Y/N laughed as Lily put her back down and she was suddenly surrounded by 5 other people all coming to hug her.

“Were you surprised?” James asked eagerly, “We had to shut Peter up like five times before he let it slip.”

“I kept the secret!” Peter scowled, giving Y/N a quick hug and stepping backwards, looking a little awkward.

“You did, you did,” James ruffled his hair, still looking at Y/N, “Have you looked at your presents yet?”

“She literally just got here,” Remus rolled his eyes, snorting at James’ excitement, “Did you have a good day?”

“Even better with you guys here,” Y/N smiled at him, her heart swelling at the sight of all her Gryffindor friends standing in her living room. She was always unsure to invite them over, with her parents having such important people over all the time they were nervous to have anything that could interrupt their meetings, like rogue magic.

“You big ol’ sap,” Marlene pushed through the group, giving Y/N an even tighter hug than Lily’s, “So who is here? Anyone famous? Your parents know cool people right?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Marlene. When they’d found out who her parents were, they were mostly very uninterested, except for Lily who shrieked a little louder and suddenly flushed as red as her hair. The Gryffindors were always hoping that they would bump into someone famous when they were in the muggle world with Y/N, even though it was highly unlikely they would even recognise any of them.

“I mean, a few I guess…” Y/N blushed, glancing around the room to see who else was there, turning back to see five very excited looking faces.

“Oh leave her be, you won’t even know them,” Sirius waved them off.

“I will,” Lily muttered, receiving a glare from Sirius.

“It’s fine,” Y/N squeezed Y/N’s hand, laughing at his protectiveness, “Come on I’ll introduce you to some people.”

“Yayayay,” Lily clapped her hands together, linking her arm into Y/N’s and letting Y/N direct her through the crowd. “Holy shit, is that…?”

“Yes, come on I’ll introduce you,” Y/N smiled at Lily’s extreme elation as they walked towards a small group of people. Y/N tapped a girl with long dark hair on the shoulder.

“Hey, this is Li-“

“Lily Evans! I’m Lily, I can’t believe I’m meeting you!” Lily gushed, eyes wide and intense as she stared at a very shocked Malia Obama.

“Uh, hey! I’m Malia,”

“Yeah I know,” Lily looked like she could start bouncing around the room.

“I go to school with Lily,” Y/N gripped Lily’s arm to keep her from moving from foot to foot.

“Oh of course! She never tells me anything about school,” Malia smiled at Lily, “You reckon you could give me any secrets? Y/N has so much dirt on me it's not funny.”

“I, well – “

“There’s nothing to say, anyway, I’ve told you its just a boarding school in Scotland, there’s not anything really to do except for roaming the grounds,” Y/N shot Lily a look as she stumbled on her words slightly.

“Well if you have any cheeky stories about Y/N, I need to hear them,” Malia sighed, “Are you from London as well?”

“I uh, I’m – yes! Outer London, Brixton. And if this helps one time Y/N tried to set up a prank for Sirius, and… well long story short she ended up covered in treacle tart and stuck in a large tree.

“Stop it! Ok, you’re officially my favourite of Y/N’s friends,” Malia grinned at Lily who stared back, starstruck. “I’m going to go grab a drink, lovely to meet you, Lily.”

“You too!” Lily called out as Malia walked back towards the large drinks table, “Holy shit I can’t believe I just met Malia Obama. What the actual fuck.”

“Yeah, honestly I felt the exact same way.” Y/N laughed at her, as they walked back towards Sirius and the others.

“You meet people like that all the time.”

“It doesn’t stop it being overwhelming, I promise you.”

Lily was clearly not listening because she rushed back to James, squealing. Y/N felt a hand reach out and twirl her around, meeting the face of her mother, beaming down at her.

“Happy birthday my darling!” Her mum leant down and kissed her on the cheek, still smiling widely, “I hope we surprised you.”

“You really did,” Y/N laughed, looking around the room at the huge array of her friends and family, her father standing in the corner, booming a laugh at something Barack had apparently said, who was grinning mischievously. She could see Sirius and James wandering around the sides, trying to pick out the most famous muggles, stopping momentarily to oogle at Cindy Crawford and Naomi Campbell who were wearing extremely tight silver gowns. In fact, as Y/N looked across the room at the stunning guests she suddenly started to feel very, very underdressed.

As if her mother knew exactly what she was thinking, she pulled Y/N away, moving towards her parents bedroom. This was always Y/N’s favourite room in the house, a soft blue coloured room with paintings hung across each wall and a huge walk-in wardrobe that Y/N used to hide in when she was little. Her mother winked at her as she brought Y/N into the wardrobe, turning on the soft, pinkish lights.

“So, I knew that we couldn’t give this to you earlier, as it would have given away the surprise, but I thought I might put something together for your birthday,” Her mother walked away and towards a large mirror, pulling it open. Inside was a gown, a black satin dress with a triangle dip across the bust and tulle in the skirt so it puffed out slightly. The dress was covered in small, shining stars that twinkled lightly as the light hit each one.

“Mum, you didn’t,” Y/N gasped, rushing over towards it and feeling the edge of the skirt. It was the softest thing she had ever held in her life.

“I have heard you ask for the past 100 years for me to make you something, darling, I promise I was paying attention,” Her mum grinned, “It was one of my favourite pieces to design.”

Y/N felt like a fish, opening and closing her mouth, trying to find the right words to say thank you. She’d asked her mum to design her something ever since she was five and her mum started her own business, even more so when it became one of the most popular formal wear boutique for the rich and famous.

“There’s matching shoes, get changed and lets make a proper entrance,” Her mum winked at her again, slipping out of the room so that Y/N could slip into her perfect dress. As expected, it fit perfectly, sliding across her skin, accentuating every curve in her body. The black satin shoes were the most comfortable heels she’d ever worn, and the small golden buckle matched the twinkling stars across her dress.

“You ready?” Her mum called from the other room.

“Yep!” Y/N took a deep breath. She would never get over dressing up. Wearing a uniform every day meant that she never had to think about clothes to buy or looking nice, but it made dressing up like this even more nerve-wracking.

Her mum peeped her head around the door.

“Lets go then.”

They walked, arms looped together back into the party. A loud wolf-whistle echoed across the room and Y/N saw Lily hit James playfully, as they saw her and her mother. The rest of the party turned to face her, and Y/N felt her stomach jolt as it went silent, everyone’s eyes on her. Her mother gripped her hand and smiled at her.

“You look beautiful, darling, I promise.”

“Thanks mum,” Y/N turned and gave her a tight hug, “Thanks for everything.”

“Of course,” Her mum sniffed into her shoulder, pulling away so she could dry her eyes lightly, “Come on, no tears tonight, it’s a celebration!”

Y/N laughed as she continued to sniff slightly, walking Y/N back down the stairs and into the swarms of people who had come to say hello.

After what felt like an hour of speaking to numerous people, and saying thank you to the immense amount of compliments she was getting for her dress, she slipped away, moving towards the back of the room to take a quick breather.

Sirius sidled over to Y/N who had leaned against the back wall, watching the guests move around the room.

“People watching?”

“Always,” Y/N smiled up at him, “Thanks for organising all of this.”

“Anything for you, love,” Sirius spoke softly, holding her hand and rubbing circles with his thumb across her palm, “I got you a present, as well.”

“What! You didn’t have to,” Y/N blushed, feeling her stomach squirm. She still got butterflies every time he did something like this, when she felt like she was the only person he’d ever look at with those grey eyes ever again.

“Of course I did! And anyway, I wanted to, close your eyes.” Sirius grinned at her, “Do it!”

“Ok, ok,” Y/N giggled, closing her eyes and standing perfectly still. She could feel his presence in front of her, his large chest and arms pressed up against her own. Her heart was beating hard in her chest as she felt his arms reach up and behind her neck before a cold chain fell onto her clavicle.

“Ok, open.” Y/N opened her eyes to face Sirius who was standing extremely close to her. “It’s not just a kiss is it.”

“Oh shush, look down.” Sirius rolled his eyes at Y/N’s teasing, but was still smiling nervously. Y/N grinned, looking down at the small pendant necklace he had clasped around her neck. It was a circle with a small black dog inside, laying down with his tongue out on a large carpet.

“Oh, Sirius, it’s beautiful,” Y/N gasped, moving it around in her hands. As she grazed a finger across the pendant she watched as the dog stood up and motioned barking, looking excitedly up at her.

“Yeah? It’s charmed, whenever I’m not with you, I’m, you know, still with you,” Sirius pulled a hand through his hair, still looking nervous, “Are you sure you like it?”

“I love it,” Y/N reached up and pulled him closer to her, kissing him softly and leaning her forehead onto his, “it’s the best present I’ve ever had, honestly.”

“Ok, good,” Sirius leaned in a kissed her again, biting her lip softly, “We should probably get back to the party.”

“Maybe in a few minutes,” Y/N grinned, pulling him back, letting his tongue flick onto hers, his body pressed up against her and pushing her into the wall. Happy Birthday Y/N, she thought, smiling into his kiss, never let this one go.

Sirius pulled away, giving a glance to someone to their right who had flashed a photo as they made out subtly in the corner. Y/N shooed them, annoyed that paparazzi would make it into her party but Sirius pulled her back to him quickly, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Don’t let them get to you, and anyway I’ve got to make sure that all the muggles out there know that this beauty is taken,” Sirius chuckled as Y/N rolled her eyes, “Come on, I heard your dad say something about the cake soon, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to tell every muggle-born in Hogwarts that I heard their old US president give a speech.”

Y/N took his hand and let her lead him back towards the party, grinning as she heard her dad begin to sing Happy Birthday very loudly and very off-key, groups of people swarming towards the food table as her mother lit the candles. Y/N stood in front of the cake, Sirius by her side, leaning against him as her party guests sang loudly, everyone smiling widely at her.

“Happy Birthday, my love,” Sirius leaned in, whispering softly in her ear. Y/N didn’t think she’d been happier in her entire life.

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[nat-roman0ff]

pushing 21

pushing 21 ---

shawn’s 21st birthday isn’t quite going the way he’s planned. his girlfriend breaks up with him, his best friend is in love with him, and now he’s stuck in an elevator. best or worst bday ever?

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warnings: drinking, swearing, and other fun shit words: 6k

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“You’ve gotta get up dude, this is just sad,” you say, pulling on Shawn’s arm. 

 He’s on a small break from tour, just a few extra days to enjoy his twenty-first birthday with friends and family from back home in New York City. Right now he was in the middle of a mental breakdown in his hotel room, while the entirety of the party waited downstairs in the restaurant and bar for him. 

 “No. I’m too sad to function. I’m not going down there. I’ll ring in twenty-one with a bottle of tequila and my tears,” he mutters face down into his pillow. 

 It had been less than six hours ago that his girlfriend of just about a year broke up with him. You’d never liked her much anyways - he deserved better than some halfwit twat with perfect hair and a pretty smile. You knew what kind of slime hid behind that veneer smile and it was probably for the best that she’d dumped him.

 You tug again on his muscular arm, “she was a shitty person! You deserve better. Fuck - she did you a favor breaking up with you. Remember when she threw a hissy fit because her lipstick didn’t match her dress? You really want to deal with that the rest of your life?” 

 Shawn rolls his head over to glare at you, “no, but when she didn’t talk she was nice to be around.” 

 You roll your eyes, “she was an emotional terrorist, get your ass up.” 

 “No.” 

“Shawn Peter-” you point your finger, “get your lame ass out of bed and get downstairs to your fucking party that all your friends and family came out here for.” 

 He pouts, “fine, but only because you told me to.”

 Shawn manages to get himself out of bed and into a change of clothes. He still frowns and drags his feet as you pull him out of the hotel room and into the elevator like a toddler on a leash. He shuts his eyes and leans his head back against the elevator wall and folds his arms tight across his chest and you watch how the muscles in his biceps strain against the fabric of his red button up shirt. You momentarily lose your concentration and the drop of the elevator startles you.

 “Hey,” he nudges your side with his elbow, opening one eye to look at you, “thanks.” 

 “For what?” You ask.

 “For not thinking I’m such a bitch about this whole breakup thing. You’re the only one who has actually cared to help me through it.” 

 Your heart swells then deflates. For years you’d wanted Shawn all to yourself; unrequited love and all that bullshit. But you didn’t want to ruin a lifelong friendship over a crush, so you watched him make mistake after mistake with girls who were more interested in being seen on his arm than finding out what his favorite 80’s movie was (which is Top Gun, strangely enough). He fell for it each time and every time he got his heart stomped on. Shawn had a terrible habit of only seeing the best in people and completely ignoring all the bad. 

 “Oh, I still think you’re a bitch,” you joke, giving him a lighthearted smile, “but you know I’m always your shoulder to cry on.” 

 He rests his head on your shoulder. A few more seconds pass and the elevator doors ding open. You can see from the lobby that the party inside is already in full swing, people laughing and dancing with drinks in their hands. The low lighting makes everyone’s glow effervescent, in a warm bubble of happiness. Shawn grabs your hand, sliding his fingers through yours to interlock them. He gives your hand a squeeze before pulling you to the bar with him. 

 “You having your usual?” He asks and you nod, “two gin and tonics please,” he requests from the bartender. 

 “Go mingle, I’ll bring your drink over when it’s ready,” you say and Shawn drops your hand. You let yourself remember the warm feeling of his clammy hand in yours before letting it go. It was best to not let such things get to you.

 “Alright,” he shrugs and gives you a peck on the cheek, “but don’t be too long!” 

 You hold your smile until he turns and walks away. It wasn’t like you were so wrapped up in being in love with him that you couldn’t function. You could, but some days were harder than others and sometimes you thought, well just get on with it and tell him, and others you were reminded that a stupid boy wasn’t worth ruining almost fifteen years of friendship over.

 “Jesus Christ you look like you just watched someone get murdered,” Brian says, slinking in front of you and finishing the last sip of his beer. 

 “I’m fine, Bri,” you state as the bartender places the two glasses in front of you, “just dealing with Shawn and his lady troubles.” 

 Brian rolls his eyes and plucks up Shawn’s gin and tonic, downing it in a couple gulps, “well I’m here to enjoy myself and so should you, drink up,” he taps the side of his empty glass against your full one. 

 “Ah, fuck it,” you mumble to yourself, chugging down the entirety of the glass in just a few swishes. The gin burns the back of your throat slightly, the aftertaste making the inside of your cheeks tingle. 

 “That’s the spirit!” Brian throws his hands up, “I’ll never get why you two drink these, it tastes like fermented pine tree.” 

 You shrug and suck on the lime wedge that rimmed the glass, “don’t know. All I know is it gets me very drunk very quick. I’ll have two more, please,” you request from the bartender.

 Brian ruffles the top of your hair, his ginger hair matching the burning flush of his bar burned cheeks, “I’ll leave you to it then, I have some girls to go talk to!” 

 “Be safe, Casanova!” You yell after him, he waves you off and muddles back in with the crowd. 

 The bartender brings over the second set of drinks and you pluck them up and begin wandering around, looking for Shawn. You find him in almost an instant, he’s boring a group of his Pickering friends to death about the history of Fender Rhodes. They all look at him with a blank stare and you giggle to yourself before coming up next to him. 

 “Got your drink,” you say, and his eyes light up when he sees you (or the drink, you haven’t figured that out yet).

 He plucks the Gin and Tonic from your hand and wraps his free arm over your shoulders. He continues to bore his best of friends but it’s Shawn and everyone loves Shawn so they nod and let him talk until he’s done. 

 “No you gotta see it, let me show you -” he reaches for his pocket only to realize his phone is missing. 

 “Shit, do you have your phone?” He asks you.

 You shake your head, “no I left it upstairs.” 

 His brow furrows, “why’d you leave it there?” 

 “I’m wearing a romper,” you reply, and he misses the mark.

 “You say that like I’m supposed to understand what that means besides the fact that you have to pee naked,” Shawn puts his hand on his hips. 

 One of his female friends giggles, “you guys are so cute together, the banter kills me every time. Please explain to me why the two of you haven’t dated yet?” 

 Shawn immediately makes a face at her, “gross,” he grimaces.

 You feel the heat rise in your cheeks and you’re thankful for the dim lighting, “I don’t have any pockets, plus maybe I wanted to live in the moment instead of on my fucking phone,” you say with a little extra poison in your voice and tears burning your eyes. You excuse yourself from the group and leave the restaurant. Standing in the hotel’s lobby you debate on going back to the room or going outside, you choose outside.

 It’s silly to feel like this, but you’ve always hoped that for every time his heart cracks open more from some floozy girl that it’d bring him closer to you. It never did, and you felt more and more foolish each time. Shawn was never going to be yours. 

 You let the warm summer air wash over you when you step outdoors onto the bustling sidewalk. The stone wall behind you is rough on your bare back as you slide down it, and you can feel all the microscopic cuts and scrapes against your flesh but physical pain is sometimes easier than emotional pain, so you welcome it in the brief moment.

 A few deep breaths and you manage to soak it all back in, pushing it down into the deepest crevices inside of you. He will never be yours, and you will never be his and the sooner you realize that, the better. You can’t help but feel a little pitiful in moments like these. He’s probably back inside, talking with some new girl and talking with his friends, while you were sitting in what was probably some hobo’s old piss, feeling sorry for yourself. 

 “What’s got you so glum? I’m the one who got dumped on their birthday.” 

 You look up to see Shawn looking down at you. He looks just as melancholy as you do, his cheeks still pink and puffy from crying earlier. He chews his bottom lip waiting for an answer from you. 

 “Sorry - I just started feeling light headed. Lots of people, had to sit down,” you lie. 

 He doesn’t buy it, “you’re sitting on the pavement. I can guarantee you someone has pissed or barfed there before.” 

 You look down at the crumbling gray sidewalk underneath you. It probably wasn’t the cleanest place in New York City to be caught up in your feelings.

 Shawn reaches his hand out to you, “here - I need to grab my phone, come with me and we’ll talk about whatever is going on, deal?”

 You sigh, “do I have to?” 

 He crouches down, lifting your face by your chin and forcing you to look at him, “yes, you do. Want to know what’s going on with you lately.” 

 Shawn searches for something in your eyes but you’ve spent too many years perfecting your poker face, so he doesn’t see it. He doesn’t see your eyes pleading your love for him, doesn’t see the lines in your face from the days you’ve spent worrying over him, and misses the way you lose just a little light in your eye with you’re forced to pretend you aren’t holding back ten years of repressed love for your best friend deep inside your soul.

 “Come on,” he stands up and wiggles his fingers for you to latch on, his smile widens when you do and he tugs you to your feet, brushing your hair from off your shoulders, “see, wasn’t so hard.” 

 His arm swings around your shoulders as you walk together towards the elevator. A girl comes running towards the two of you from the party and stops Shawn, “hey! Are you coming back?” She bites her bottom lip in that I’m trying to flirt with you but not seem obvious but in trying not to be obvious comes out as overly desperate and sad kind of way.

 “Sure,” he nods, holding you a little tighter against him, “we’ll be back shortly.” 

 You almost miss the deadly glare she sneers at you before flashing her pearly whites at Shawn, “damn what’s that like?” 

 Shawn hits the up arrow on the elevator button and raises an eyebrow at you, “what’s what like?” 

 “Her, girls like that. Just like...being this entity that everyone wants to be with and around. She was totally flirting with you and gave me the grossest death glare when she saw your arm around me.” 

 He pecks your temple, “wanna go fuck her up?” 

 You shrug, “a little, actually.” 

 Shawn lets out a breathy laugh and pulls you into him as you both enter the elevator, “and it’s not like anything,” his voice is light, just above a whisper, as the doors slide shut, “I don’t want that. I do my best to avoid that. But I keep distracting myself because there’s only one thing I want.” 

 You look up at him and his eyes are wide, “like what?” 

 The doors slide open just as he presses his lips against yours, “you,” he whispers against them.

 You snap back to reality when someone taps your thigh with their shoe. Your daydream and the feeling of Shawn’s soft lips fade when you look up from your hidden face to Shawn standing next to you. 

 “Who shit in your Apple Jacks this morning, Tiny Tits?”

 He takes a sip of his drink and waits for your answer. 

 You groan and hide your face back in your tucked up knees, “God, I hate you. Go back inside, Shawn.”

 “Alright,” he shrugs, and you tug on his pantleg. 

 “I’m kidding,” you say, looking up, “and my tits aren’t that tiny,” you pull at the front of your top to look, “shit who am I kidding -”

 He smiles that big doofy smile that you love, “you know I wasn’t going to leave you that easy anyways, and your tits are lovely, you know I’m more of an ass man anyways and that’s all that matters. What’s up? Why are you sitting on the street?” 

 You cover your face again, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

 Shawn crouches down beside you and pulls your head up by your ponytail, he sips from the little red straw in his drink and narrows his eyes at you, “you’re a really weird fucking girl. But you’re my best friend, and I’m going to be damned if I let you sit here outside on some random New York City sidewalk even if you do refuse to tell me what’s wrong.” 

 You pout and he releases your hair gently, “I won’t tell you,” you pluck the drink out of his hand, “but I will finish your drink.”

 Shawn scoffs and stands, “that’s it, you’re replaced. It’s Brian’s time to step up as MVP BFF. Time to hand in your friendship bracelet,” he snaps the homemade colorful plastic beads on his wrist.

 You pretend to be offended and shake your matching bracelet, “how dare you. Brian would never sit up until four in the morning watching Golden Girls reruns with you.” 

 “That’s was supposed to be our secret!” 

 You both side eye each other until you crack up together.

 “Come on,” Shawn reaches his hand out and you accept, “I need to run back to my room to grab my phone and could use your company. If I have to hear about another frat party I might just die.”

 “Don’t be so dramatic, darling,” you tut, ruffling his hair.

 You bow as he holds the door open for you, “you also sat in gum,” he peels a thick glob of pink bubblegum off your butt.

 “I’ve sat on worse.” 

 Shawn has to bite his lip to stop himself from saying what his fourteen year old boy mind wants to say, “what’s his name?” He chuckles. 

 You punch him hard in the bicep and he wails in faux agony, “Oh my god. You’ve done it. You’ve broken my arm. I may never play again. My career is over.” 

 “Good,” you mutter, pressing the up button. 

 Shawn leans against the closed doors and pulls you in with both hands when they open, backing himself into the wall. You lose your footing and fall into him, your chest bumping into his and he has the biggest shit eating grin on his face. His arms wrap around your shoulders as he holds you closer to him. 

 “I’m really glad you made it here for my birthday. It wouldn’t be the same without my bestie,” he kisses your temple and you hide your blush in his shoulder. 

 You feel the elevator shutter and the lights flicker, you both look at each other slightly panicked, but the elevator keeps moving. 

 Until it doesn’t.

 It stops with a jolt and the lights go out. Shawn screams a bloody murder scream and even in the darkness you slap a palm over his mouth. 

 “Shut up, you scream like a little girl,” you groan.

 The emergency lights turn on, they’re dimmer but it at least provides some sort of light in the tiny space that seems even smaller now that you aren’t moving. You take a few steps back from Shawn to the panel by the door.

 “You think anyone knows we’re stuck?” Shawn asks, coming up behind you, his hand searching for yours to hold. 

 Shawn’s hated the dark since you were kids. As much as you want to make fun of him in the situation, you bite your tongue and decide this wouldn’t be the best time to call him a pussy.

 You punch the emergency button on the panel and hear a loud intercom beep. 

 “Yes, hello. How may I assist? Press the intercom button to reply,” a calm female voice says. 

 Shawn just looks at you and raises an eyebrow, he reaches around you to press the intercom button, “uh, hi. We’re stuck in the elevator. Just trying to get back to our room and the elevator stopped and the lights went out. Only the emergency lights are on now.” 

 She laughs in that weird, manufactured customer service type of way, “oh, don’t worry. Just sit tight and we’ll get it back up and running in no time! I’ll put on some soothing music to help pass the time and calm those nerves.” 

 You and Shawn simultaneously groan when the saxophone music starts playing. Shawn backs into the corner and plops onto the ground, “if I die in this elevator listening to Kenny G, please, please tell my mother I loved her and I lied all those years I told her I actually liked Yorkshire pudding.”

 It only takes three steps to close the space between the two of you. You sit down on the floor in front of him and slap him across the face, “you’re not going to die on an elevator. And how dare you say that you don’t like Karen’s Yorkshire pudding,” you point your finger at him, “that shit is the bomb.”

 “Neither of us even have a phone to tell everyone that we’re stuck in here,” he curls into a ball and lays on his side, “happy birthday to meeeee!” Shawn whines. 

 You lay down with him, “we’ll be fine. It shouldn’t take them long to fix it. Probably just need to restart something. You’ll get back to your party and your girls in no time,” you mock.

 Shawn scrunches his face, “my girls? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

 You roll your eyes, “I’m not dumb Shawn. It’s your twenty-first birthday, you just got dumped. I’m sure you’ll be going to bed with someone tonight. Brian was already scoping out the game.” 

 “That’s Brian,” he snaps, “that’s not me.” 

 He sits up and folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the elevator wall, “you really think I’m some shmucky guy like that?” 

 “No,” you scoff, “but you’re young and successful and single and it’s your fucking birthday. I don’t know. Just thought you might want to have a little extra fun.” 

 “Well I’m having plenty of extra fun being stuck on this stupid elevator with you and not trying to get some girl to sleep with me just because it’s my birthday,” he says the last word in a mocking tone.

 You shake your head, “you’re not having fun.” 

 Shawn shrugs, “I always have fun with you, no matter what we’re doing. Whether we’re at a concert or high on edibles searching for munchies on Uber Eats or stuck in an elevator on my birthday. I always enjoy the time I get to spend with you,” he nudges you with his foot, “you’re my best friend.” 

 Those words hit you like a thousand knives to the gut every time. Not that you didn’t love being his best friend, but it just...sucked. It sucked knowing you’d never be anything more than that to him.

 “Am I more fun than Brian?” You jest, biting your lower lip.

 “Of course you’re more fun than Brian, but don’t tell him I told you that. He’d probably try and kick my ass. Now come here!” He pats the empty spot next to him. 

 You crawl over on your hands and knees to him and he pulls you onto his lap. Situations like this aren’t so uncommon. You’ve spooned on the couch, shared a bed, slept beside each other. It was never unusual or crossing a boundary, you felt comfortable in his arms, and he felt safest when holding you.

 Neither of you say anything for a few moments and just relish in the closeness of proximity and heart. Shawn taps out the beat of the terrible sax music on your skin and you wonder if it’s a musician thing or a nervous tick. Shawn had a lot of those. He sighs and rolls his head over to to look at you and you purse your lips into someone of a smile and he shuts his eyes.

 Something clicks inside Shawn then, a soft of realization of all his pieces fitting into place and it just fucking clicks. Looking at you, stuck alone in an elevator while his friends and family were all downstairs to celebrate him. He wasn’t even the slightest bit mad. He couldn’t even find a drop of it hidden somewhere deep in him to justify. Being here, with you, was the only place he wanted to be, and you were the only person he wanted to be with.

 It. Just. Fucking. Clicks.

 You were always the girl who was around to lift his spirits after a bad day, openly talked to him about his struggles with mental illness without (much) judgement, he loves you. Like, really fucking loves you and he can’t figure out why every time he gets into a relationship with some dull girl he can’t stop thinking about you. And it’s not even like that. He doesn’t picture you naked (except maybe that one or twenty times), he thinks about how your day went; how your classes were. Did you enjoy your morning latte from your favorite coffee shop? Did you get to pet Mrs. Tanguay’s cat on the way home from work?

 Shawn finally realizes the reason why you take up a hundred and fifty percent of his brain;

 He’s in love with you too. 

 His mum always said it happens like that too; you’ll stumble over yourself a thousand times before you realize what (or in this case, who is right in front of you). She always says that you don’t fall in love, you just sort of find it. He realizes he’s been stumbling for years and feels a burning hate for how long it’s taken him to figure it out.

 A sort of sweaty nervousness crawls up his skin and suddenly he’s nervous to touch you. He’s hot and cold all at once and his fingertips shake as he holds you tighter. 

 “Shawn your heart is racing,” you shift your body to look at him, “is it the small space? Are you going to have a panic attack? This music is so not calming -” 

 “I’m fine,” he lies.

 He’s thankful when the intercom beeps and the woman on the other side speaks, “okay kids! We’ve got eyes on you and you’re going to be just fine! We have the fire department coming out to get you. You’re stuck between floors so it might take them a couple hours -” 

 “HOURS!?” You both yell in unison.

  Shawn scrambles to the panel on the elevator wall and presses the intercom button, “ma’am I know it’s not your fault and I know you’re just doing your job but we really can’t be stuck in this elevator for hours.” 

 She does that creepy little giggle again, “oh not to worry! I’ll play some more music for you, and we’ll make sure the NYFD are to you shortly!” 

 Defeated, Shawn throws up his hands and sprawls across the floor. You crawl closer to him and lay down, resting your head on his stomach, “I can’t believe this is how we’re spending your twenty-first birthday,” you chuckle. 

 Shawn groans, “actually, it’s us. I can believe it.” 

 You snort, “this is kinda like the time we went to Portugal to visit your grandma and got stuck in her garden shed for six hours.” 

 “I’m almost positive she locked us in there.”

 “True, we were really annoying as kids, weren’t we?” You chuckle. 

 Shawn finds your hand and holds it in his, resting your intertwined fingers on his chest, “we’re really annoying as adults.” 

 “Valid.”

 ---

 “Okay...would you rather: open mouth kiss a frog, or let someone with braces give you a blowjob?” 

 Shawn scoffs, “I swore after Lizzy McDonald in tenth grade I would never let someone with braces give me a blowjob. I don’t trust all that metal near my Crown Jewels. I’ll take the frog.”

 You’re both laying on your backs, side by side with your legs raised in the air and resting against the elevator wall. According to Shawn’s watch, it’s 3am, meaning his party ended roughly two hours ago. Without either of you having phones and no way to reach your friends downstairs, you’re only certain that when you finally do get to your room, there will be a mass of text messages and missed calls. 

 “Fair enough. My turn. Would you rather -” 

 You stop when the elevator shakes and the main lights flicker back on. You and Shawn stare at each other as the elevator begins moving again. Scrambling to stand, you throw your arms around each other to hug in celebration, and breathe a massive sigh of relief when the doors open to your floor. 

 As predicted, there are missed calls and texts from...everyone. The two main conclusions are: Shawn was sad that he got dumped on his birthday and decided to cry about it in his room and...you two were “finally” hooking up.

 “Honestly, I’m so fucking tired that I don’t even care to respond right now. I’ll explain everything to everyone in the morning,” Shawn says, throwing himself on the king sized bed.

 You sit next to him, “I feel bad we didn’t get to celebrate your birthday though,” you rub his back through his shirt, “do you still want to go out and do something?”

 “I still have that bottle of tequila if you wanna crack that open,” he suggests, although his groggy voice pressed into the mattress begs otherwise.

 You lay down beside him, “don’t have to, you know. We can do whatever. Go to bed, if you want, although that’s super fucking lame.” 

 “Welcome to the Super Fucking Lame Show starring Shawn Mendes,” he deadpans.

 You smack his butt and sit back up, “no! I’m not going to let you be lame. We just got stuck on a goddamn elevator for nearly five hours, there is no way in Hell I am letting you miss out on your birthday.”

 Shawn rolls onto his back, “actually technically it’s not even my birthday anymore.” 

 You point a finger at him, “don’t push me, Mendes. Put your shoes back on.” 

 He unwillingly obliges, but not before dumping out a water bottle and filling it with tequila. 

 “What are we, fifteen again?” You snark.

 He takes a swig, his face scrunching as the liquid burns down his throat, “here for a good time not a long time,” he says, handing you the bottle. 

 It’s not until you feel the liquid fire down your throat that you forget how much you fucking hate tequila. Shawn caps the bottle and shoves it in your purse before slinging it over his shoulder, “have to hold the purse for m’lady.” 

 You cringe, “please don’t ever call me that again.”

 His heart drops to his ass when you give him that look. It’s not a new or different look, it’s the one when he says or does something stupid that you find funny but you’ll never admit it out loud. It’s the look when he warms your heart but you won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he did. But he does, and he knows. Every time.

 “So where are we going?” He asks as you walk to the elevator.

 Before answering, you both exchange glances before blurting “stairs” in unison.

 “There’s a really cute diner I saw on Instagram. They make these like, crazy looking big ass waffle things with like candy and ice cream on them. All sorts of stuff. It’s open twenty-four hours so I figured we could try it out. 

 Shawn shrugs, “after everything that’s happened today, honestly fuck everything. I’m ready to eat this entire city.”

 You laugh and he grabs your hand. He forgets how good it feels, even though he’s held it about a thousand times during the course of your friendship. The two of you practically run down the stairs, hand in hand, panting once you’ve reached the last floor. 

 The hotel lobby is dead, the lights of the restaurant are dark and everything is empty except for the night desk clerk behind the hotel’s front desk. Shawn pulls the water bottle of tequila from your purse and takes a swig before passing it to you.

 “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath as you take another shot of it. This one goes down easier but the burn is still there. You blame the lack of food in your system, and being a light weight for the fuzzy feeling that you start feeling in your head. 

 The warm summer night air hits you like a thousand bricks in the face. It’s thick and hot, low and heavy in the sky. The humidity had risen significantly since you were last outdoors and your skin is already feeling damp and clammy. Shawn never lets go of your hand though. You find it strange because he’ll do it here and there, but then drop it because he’s too busy on his phone, or he just needs to break the contact. But now, despite the warm clamminess of his hands, you weren’t letting go either. 

 Luckily the diner isn’t too far. When you arrive there’s only a few people. It’s not until the fluorescent lights hit you that you realize how tipsy you are. You practically stumble into the booth with Shawn sitting across from you, a blaze in his cheeks and a crooked smile on his face. 

 “Do you think we can get one of everything?” He asks, looking up at you over the top edge of the menu. 

 “You’re paying, so you can order whatever you want.” 

 He slams the menu down, “but it’s my birthday.” 

 You look at your phone, “not as of...four hours ago. Now it’s just Friday.” 

 Shawn’s eyes narrow and he picks the menu back up, “fuck, you’re good.”

 He playfully kicks your foot under the table and you can’t help but smile at him. You both order coffee and the kind waitress pours it into two matching white mugs with roadmap-like hairpin cracks along the edge of the mouth. The jukebox in the corner plays oldies music and Shawn sways his body back and forth to the rhythm. 

 He finally settles on two different entrees: the chicken and waffles stack, and the birthday cake pancakes. You order a simple omelette with the promise of being able to pick at some of Shawn’s food (he only puts up a fight because he thinks you’re cute when you’re mad at him for saying no).

 The two of you gobble up your food quickly, taking sneaky shots of tequila between bites and by the time you’re finished you’re both too buzzed to stop laughing at each other. There’s something different about him now, in the way that he looks at you. You’re not sure if it’s the booze or the late hour playing tricks on your mind but he looks at you like he’s in love, like he’s staring at the whole world in front of him. His brown eyes go soft and his lips curl upward ever so slightly and it takes all of your willpower not to trace them with your finger, to memorize every dimple and curve of his face and how it feels under your fingertips. 

 He knows you love him back - he supposes he known all along but always thought you were too good to love someone like him like that. You were too giving, too caring, too fucking perfecly made for him for you to ever be in love with him too. And now in his drunken haze he figures now is probably the most perfect time to tell you how he feels. 

 But instead he throws up on the black and white patterned linoleum. 

 After a thousand and one apologizes to the waitress, the two of you pay and stumble back out onto the streets of New York. The humidity feels even more impossibly heavy now and you can feel a line of sweat building around your hairline. Shawn’s already sweaty from vomiting, and this surely isn’t helping. You make a quick stop at a bodega for a bottle of water and a pack of minty chewing gum and end up on a bench outside the gates of central park. 

 “Feeling better?” You ask, taking a sip of your water. 

 Shawn shakes his head no, “I’m never drinking straight tequila again.” 

 You shrug, “they do say it’s all downhill after twenty-one.” 

 “Who’s they?” He asks. 

 You bob your head from side to side, “me, I’m they.” 

 “You’ve been saying everything’s downhill since you were ten.” 

 You snap your gum, “very true.” 

 It’s terrifying, Shawn thinks, to know someone inside and out. But he knows you in all of your facets, good and bad and he loves you for each and every one of them. He loves how stubborn you are, for all the right reasons. You aren’t stubborn for the sake of being difficult, but because you’re passionate about the things you love and also you do get a strange thrill of getting a rise out of him sometimes. Shawn feels himself falling for you harder as each second passes, admiring the most seemingly insignificant pieces of you. The more he free falls the more guilt builds up that he’s wasted so much time and so much of his heart on people who didn’t deserve it when he could’ve given it to you from the start but he promises himself there on that park bench that he will spend the rest of his life making it up to you. 

 Shawn rests his head on your shoulder, “the suns coming up soon,” he yawns. 

 “Want to head back now?” You ask. 

 “No,” he points ahead between two buildings that give a perfect view of the horizon, “I want to watch it with you.” 

 You smile and rest your head on top of his, looping your arm through the crook of his and curling into his side, “Shawn,” you say. 

 “Yeah?” His answer is barely a whisper. 

 “I love you.” 

 You’re the first one to say it and despite the hundred times you’ve played this moment out in your head you aren’t scared. You suppose it’s the dwindling alcohol processing through your system that’s making you brave but you’re not scared for his response. It feels so fucking good to say it out loud after so long. 

 “I know,” Shawn says, squeezing you tighter, “and I love you too.”

 You lift your head to look at him, your brain unable to process the words that just left his tongue. He’s looking at you in that soft way he has been all night and morning. 

 “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it,” he finishes. 

 You don’t say anything, and he kisses you soft and slow, as the sun rises and pours its light between skyscrapers, flooding the city with a new, beautiful day.