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spectracully · 4 years ago

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busy boy.

pairing : fratboy!jaemin x sororitygirl!reader warnings : drinking, mentions of drugs, a bit suggestive (but pls note that this isn’t smut), cursing, mentions of divorce genre : fluff, angst, college!au word count : 2.5k

summary : inspired by chloe x halle - busy boy. basically playing around with the local campus playboy, na jaemin for months is not the best thing, not the worst thing either.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You face yourself in the bathroom mirror, hands gripping the white sink. You saw him, right there. Dancing in the middle of the frat house’s living room with a girl in his arms. Na Jaemin, the boy you’ve been talking with for 3 months now, who recently just texted you “are you up?” on 9.15, and when you replied to him that you’re actually at his frat house, attending the party that Jaehyun hosts, he just texted you back one hour later by saying he’s with his family.

You’re malfunctioning right now, still dazed, don’t know whether it's because of the alcohol, the weed Lucas gave you, or it’s just you- believing his cheap lies. Cause when you think about it, who the fuck leaves the campus, go home and spend time with family in finals month? Yeah, you’re the one who’s dumb here, actually believing his lies. But who blames you for believing in the first place, anyway? You and your sorority sisters have arrived here since 8.30 anyway, an hour and half is long enough to get you lightheaded from the shots you take.

You glanced at your watch, it’s only 11.28 pm. About an hour since you read his text, and practically 34 minutes after you literally saw him. Facepalming yourself, you close the toilet seat and sit above it. It’s not even right in the middle of the night, but it has been a wild ride for you. It’s kinda frustrating when you are the one who actually started this game, you knew Jaemin is hell of a playboy on campus, yet you decided to get some taste of it just because he’s being a real gentleman with sweet words to you. Yeri was actually furious when she saw Jaemin dropped you off at the sorority house a few weeks ago, she warned you that you should dump him before you’re too attached, but you won’t listen. There it is, the fruit of not listening to Yeri’s 40 minutes lecture of how you should avoid men like Jaemin, Lucas, Yuta, Ten, Johnny and Jaehyun in your love life, big disappointment.

Finally catching your breath, you decided that it is time you get back outside, and actually do something about it, rather than being all somber and gloomy. Jaehyun threw a goddamn frat party in the middle of finals month to relax the fellow students’ mind, not for you to dwell on your sadness, in the bathroom. It’s embarrassing. And a disgrace for your sorority.

You head out, spotting Lucas who’s leaning by the counter with Hendery and Jungwoo. They’re probably hitting more blunt and having some existential crisis over a potato chip wrapping. You continue to scan across the house, only to catch a sight of Joy busy making out with Sungjae on the couch. Or Yeri, who’s currently twerking to Doja Cat’s song, totally shitfaced. You sighed, your friends are either high, shitfaced, or sucking a boy’s face out. You really wanna continue your search for your other sisters, but then suddenly a light brown haired boy appears in front of you.

“Hey, y/n, you alright? You look like you’ve been through 4 divorces.” he asks as he stares at you, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I just went through a fucking divorce. With your homeboy.” you answer him absentmindedly, pointing to the black haired boy who is wearing a black-white patterned wool sweater and a red shirt underneath, along with his slate-grey suit pants and a silver necklace. The boy in the topic is currently talking with the girl you saw earlier, being all smiley and shit.

Mark just laughs lightly as he sips his beer, “Oh him? Yeah he’s quite a busy boy. Probably went through countless divorces with half of the campus.” you chuckle at him, he knows what you’re talking about. All these girls never even had a proper official relationship with Jaemin, including you, but always ended up getting a nasty ass divorce without any reason. You know that, but you did not expect that you’d hang on up until now.

“You wanna do something about it?” Mark asks, nudging your elbow. He’s in a helpful mood now, probably because he is still not completely shitfaced or high. You glance at him, giving him a questioned look.

“Well.. I mean I would do it, but what? Kissing you in front of him so that he’ll get jealous? No, Mark. You know that his head is made out of a fucking rock, right?” You answer him, seizing his beer and take a big ass gulp.

“Hey, that’s my beer- What? Kiss you? Gross, dude. If you are looking for that guy, might as well run to Lucas or Jungwoo.” he lifts his eyebrows, slightly engrossed. You laugh at him, he’s a funny guy when he reacts to your silly jokes.

“Do I look like I wanna give you a kiss, Mark? No offense, but I don’t like crackly lipped boys.” you tease him, now he’s pouting and starts touching his lips, “Is it too crackly though? You have a lipbalm or something?” he asks

You continue to laugh while fishing the watermelon lipbalm out from your black leather jacket and pass it to him. He muttered a small thanks. You set the beer aside to the table then face him once more.

“Anyways, what should I do?” you eye him, who is now done applying the lipbalm.

“Drop your drink to the girl or something? Make sure he notices you dude.” he suggests, shrugging his shoulder.

“You’re dumb, Mark. It’ll cause a fucking catfight in the middle of party.” you deadpanned.

“Oh yeah, you have a point.” he swept his hair to the side, glancing at the whole party situation. That’s when you get the idea. Scratch kissing other boys in front of him, it’s probably the right time to call him the fuck out, you already have alcohol running in your system anyways, might as well go all out tonight, since everybody else also seems like already intoxicated by the liquors.

You lightly brush your hair, stretching your neck and praying to god that he’ll forgive you for what you are about to do. “Toodles, Mark. I’ll think a way when I get drunk, soon enough.” you wave him a goodbye, heading to the dining table to get a bottle of vodka, it’s half empty though, considering you’re being pessimistic tonight.

You chug the bottle with no mercy, wishing it’ll bring you straight to intoxication. You start to feel it kicking in, when you finish the last drop of the vodka. Banging the bottle to the nearby table, you make your way to Jaemin, who is currently sitting on the staircase by himself, checking his phone.

“Ooh, busy boy, aren’t you?” you ask him, not giving anymore fucks. He looks up to you, who is currently squinting at him, face reddening from the alcohol heat. He stares at you, biting his lip.

“Y/n. You’re drunk.” he says lightly as he stands up, tucking strands of your hair to the back of your ear. You squirm from his action. As much as you want to punch him in the face for playing with your emotions, you really miss his touch.

“I am not! Jaemiiiiin, why did you lie to meeeee?” you whine loudly to him on purpose, placing his hand on your face, pouting. Your plan worked, a few people turned their heads to you and Jaemin. He just sighs and snorts, smelling the strong liquor scent that slipped out of your lips. You can feel Yeri is probably trying to kill you with her glare, you know how much she hates Jaemin.

“Listen, baby, what are you trying to pull?” Jaemin whispers close to your ear. You’re not that sure whether it’s because of the loud music blasting in the whole house, or it’s just Jaemin’s voice. Whatever it is, your ears are tingling, sending funny sensations down to your spine.

Jaemin is pissed, you know it damn well from his tone, stern and strong. Oh yes, you love it so much, pissing him off, probably you’ll start humiliating him more and more in his own frat home, because that’s what he deserves for playing with you, and some other random girls.

“Don’t baby me, Jaemin! You said you were with your family, and then I saw you with some random girl!” you shout. At this point, you don’t really care about what others think of you, because they can clearly see you’re being drunk and probably will shrug it off. If that’s what it takes to call Jaemin out in a huge crowd, then you’ll take it. You have nothing to lose, anyway, they’ll agree with you, they all know Jaemin is a big flirt.

And there it is, the anger and humiliation fills Jaemin up. He pulls your wrists, practically dragging you upstairs. You liked it, don’t know why, it’s just fun, making him mad when it’s actually you, who should’ve been mad in the first place. He rushes you to get into his shared bedroom with Jeno and Renjun. Amused, you quickly sit on his bed, acting like you’re dumb.

He shuts the door behind him, crossing his arms. “What’s this all about, baby?”

You snort, “I think you know, Jaemin. You’ve been messing around me for 2 months- or what, I actually lost count because you’re such a busy boy.”

He widen his eyes, “I don’t-”

“Oh shut up, are you surprised that I actually last longer than all your pretty girls?” you stand up, you can’t contain the anger anymore.

“Listen, baby, I-”

“I said, don’t baby me when you do that to probably other 7 girls!” you shout, glaring at him, who is currently freezing on his space.

He sighs and sweeps his hair in frustration, licking his lips. “Will you listen to me first, at least?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms while glancing at his study desk. Nicely decorated, and you can see his family photograph neatly placed in a small frame. You noticed that he’s quite a reader too, judging from his book collection compared to Jeno and Renjun.

“First, I gotta admit, you last longer than other girls, yes. And second, it’s because I want to keep you-” he starts, taking a seat next to you,

You scoffed, “Keep me? You think I’m some kind of puppy that follows you around, Jaemin? You’re being such a dick right now! Do you think that I’m just some kind of wh-”

“Can you not interrupt me, baby? I’m talking.” he growls, placing his hand to your thigh. You can feel your cheeks heat up from his actions. Jaemin, being Jaemin, can sense that you’re actually flustered, he lightly squeeze your thigh, just to see your cheeks redden even more. God, he’s such a flirt.

“But first, I got to be honest with you, I was torn between ghosting you or continuing. That explains the lie a lot.” he clears his throat, looking into your eyes. You’re not giving him a reaction (except the fact that you’re already as red as a fucking cooked lobster from his hand placement), just like he said, don’t interrupt him.

“I mean- after all those messing around, I grow tired of it. I-I don’t even want to flirt anymore, I want to be comforted.. Those girls, those people.. They know I’m not serious and they do the same, y/n. We just kinda.. Have a good time and dipped.”

You’re still sitting in silence, eyes fixed on Jaemin, who now looks flustered. This is not Jaemin at all, he’s usually cocky, cheeky, and flirty, just exactly like a few seconds ago. He usually throws wink here and there, but now he actually looks… vulnerable.

“I was surprised you’re still holding on for like 3 months.. Those girls won’t even last for 2 days, y/n. It’ll end up me ghosting them or vice versa, no one ever had a second date with me. But you, you can’t seem to give up when I’m not replying, don’t you?” he chuckles as he looks at you softly,

You giggle at him a little, “Yes. I’m THAT dumb, Jaemin.” you admit to him. In reality, you know it, you know when he’s not replying, he’s probably with some other girls. But you are being deadass, you just don’t know what possessed you, you just keep on texting him like it’s nothing.

He rubs the back of his neck, “I was actually scared that you’ll dump me when I develop actual feelings to you.. Or worse, what if I break your heart after we have something? I mean, if I have to, I’d break it now, so the pain is not too harsh. That’s why I keep on lying to you, and maybe, not replying to your messages.”

At first, you feel bad from hearing him speak truthfully. But after he opened his mouth again, you can feel the anger slowly rising again through your veins. He is very very selfish and self-centered. Is this how he show his true color? A man with a big ego? That’s it?

You tilted your head, “Fuck you. Really. Then why did you start the conversation, Jaemin? You could’ve told me how you felt and we’re set. But I can see-”

He shakes his head, interrupting your words, “I-I told you, y/n. I’m very torn between wanting to pursue you, or letting you go. That’s why I often not replying right after I texted you. I’m sorry, I really do.”

You’re angry. You’re sad. But you’re confused that you’re a little happy too, hearing him speak from the bottom of his heart. But that’s very selfish of him, doing those acts to you. He could’ve told you what he actually feels way earlier than this, so you can make sure what are you two doing, instead of playing pointless games of ghosting and chasing around again.

“I see. You’re so fucking selfish, Jaemin. We talked for months and this is all I got? Am I not worth of your explanation from the start? I know you wouldn’t do anything if I hadn’t drag your ass in the middle of the fucking party!” you stand up, you can no longer hide your disappointment to him, tears start rolling down your face.

His heart breaks a little, watching bundle of tears fall from your eyes. He is the heartbreaker, but those girls were never crying when he ghosted them after they had fun, those girls would catch another boys and forget about Jaemin right away. This is Jaemin’s first ever experience, seeing a girl crying because of what he did.

He knows that he’s an asshole for playing fire, but now he feels like he is THE asshole. He broke your heart right on, and it breaks his heart right back.

You sigh deeply, trying to catch a breath after a few sobs. “Don’t fucking find me. Have fun with your girls.” you look at his eyes with full of anger and hate. With heavy steps, you walk to the door, thinking about things you’re about to do once you get downstairs, probably joining Lucas and the gang, stoning yourself out, so you don’t have to think about Jaemin and his stupid beautiful face.

Just when you try to reach the door knob, you can feel Jaemin is grabbing onto your hand.

“Y/n, I am truly sorry.. After what you did earlier, I realized that I’m a big fucking loser. I can’t even admit my feelings. When you call me out earlier, I just wanna dissolve into thin air. I can’t handle the shame of being such a dick, I should’ve told you what I feel instead of making uncertain decisions.”

You turn to him, seeing his eyes glimmering, probably because of the tears pooling up. You’re hurt, you want to push him away as far as possible, you want to see him suffer. Hell, you just want him to extinct. But seeing him like this, you can’t lie to your own feelings, you like him. You really do. But just like your sorority sisters taught you, yourself comes first, not those stupid silly boys who just fuck around.

“Goodbye, Jaemin.” you say to him, holding back more tears coming in.

Just when you’re getting ready to reach the doorknob for the second time, he pulls you into his arms. You want to let go of him, but he’s strong, and you- actually wanting this for so long. You hate him, but you have feelings for him. You can’t help but stay on his embrace.

And then... There it is, the feels. It comes back, the way you hide yourself from Yeri whenever you pick up his calls, or maybe the late night drive to nearby McDonalds, or maybe flirting through the notes you pass during class, or maybe the first kiss you shared with him in front of your sorority house, and ended up being scolded by Yeri and Joy.

You realized that it was a stupid crush with the stupid playboy Na Jaemin, but you enjoyed your time with him. You remembered how he likes to send you goodnight selfies, or maybe the way he pouts a lot when driving. Those 3 months of on-and-off-unofficial-relationships with him, is actually making you feel things.

“Y/n, I know I don’t deserve you, but really.. This time, I mean it. I promise, I won’t mess around. Please, I know I’ve been such a dick, but if you just give me one more chance, y/n.. But I completely understand, if you hate me, and you probably want to slam me to death, and I will allow you-”

You look up to him and grabbed his face, crashing his lips into yours. He tastes like cherry soda, with a hint of cigarettes. He seems like enjoying the kiss, he cupped your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. You can feel his hands travel around your body, only to land in your hips.

You want to trust him this time. He promised you. He meant it. He will take care of you. And you trust him, this time.

“Alright, busy boy. I do want to slam you, though... But remember, just because you’re so damn fine, I won’t even think twice to dump your ass if you act up.” you warn him.

The tears you shed just bloomed into giggles and smiles. The inconsistency between the 3 months before finally disappeared, and reborn again into a new promise.

He nods. “Believe me baby, you’re the one who wants to be slammed right now.” he teases you, glancing to his bed. You can feel your cheeks reddening again, you lightly hit him, and he laughs. He’s a cheeky boy.

“Busy boy, huh?” he giggles, “Your busy boy.”

The anger within you is released now. No more chasing around like a fool, no more getting late replies from Jaemin, no more nights of hoping that he’d reply, because he’s only busy for you now.

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hcneymilkks · 5 years ago

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NCT Jeno ‘Next Door’

requested by the lovely @jaeminsoftgf ! thanks for requesting Summer and I hope it lives to your expectations!

Request your own oneshot here!

prompt numbers:

2. SWEATER PAWS AND CUDDLES. “if you don’t grab me a blanket I’m breaking up with you.” “I’m watching Barbie Nutcracker.”

16. Neighbour au in which one gets drunk on mulled wine and ends up knocking at the other’s door, drunkenly trying to seduce the other and - instead - passing out in their living room

Pairing: Jeno x Reader

Genre: Fluff/slight crack

Word count: 1.5k

MASTERLIST

So,,,,,, you come home earlier than expected for the holidays and notice that the neighbours beside you have moved out

They lived beside you ever since you were a kid and you were sad because they were an elderly couple who were so sweet

So ofc you get sad and all

BUT

The new neighbour comes rolling in and WTF

He's handsome.....like hella handsome

Meet Jeno. Second-year University student studying medicine

He comes popping to your door to introduce himself and that's when you knew

Uh oh

Fuck no,,,, heart pls skip the love at first sight ahhhhhh

So naturally, you would do what any ordinary person would do, you introduce yourself back and ask if he wants to come in to hang or something

But yet, you're not ordinary and instead slam the door in his face and run up the stairs

"Y/F/N I swear he's hella hot....and I just did a dumb thing."

Mr. Jeno on the other hand,,,, just couldn't get you off of his mind

Like he thought when you get into University, crushes are non-existent

NOPE

Moving into this new neighbourhood made him realize something, he wanted to be friends with you.

....maybe even more.

A few days into break and you're helping your parents decorate.

All I want for Christmas is blasting in your room and you couldn't help but belt out to the song and bust out your "best" dance moves

When I put it in quotation marks I mean like just fist-pumping many times into the air and doing the dab or something

You don't even notice but Jeno is just staring at you like "wtf are you doing woman?" but at the same time, he's enjoying it because he's never seen you like this before

Like come on you barely leave the house anyways

And like once the song finishes you look at your window and SEE THAT THE CURTAINS WERE DRAWN AND YOU REALIZE THAT JENO SAW THE WHOLE THING AND HE STARTED TO CLAP AND LAUGH (even though you couldn't hear it)

You scream and try to close the curtains but Jeno puts up a piece of paper

"you were AMAZING."

You tilt your head and then reach to grab some papers and markers and craft a response of your own

"BRO I AM SO SORRY YOU HAD TO SEE THAT JSJSJSS"

More scribbling, more showing paper.

"LMAO IT'S FINE I GENUINELY ENJOYED IT."

Then you realize that you both are like recreating that one Taylor Swift music video by writing messages and showing each other INSTEAD OF JUST OPENING THE DAMN WINDOW AND TALKING

But its okay because you both get closer for some reason

Even though your hand hurts

And as you scribble down another response, Jeno beats you to it.

"WANNA COME TO THE NIGHT MARKET WITH ME?"

That my friends is how you went on a "date" to the night market

^^ I say date like that because you both don't know it's a date....but it kinda is

Food everywhere, some snow falling, a huge Christmas tree in the center

You both manage to do some Christmas shopping and regret not bringing a bigger bag.

"Jeno help I'm dying."

"okay um....wait,,,, what's your name?"

Smooth Jeno smooth.

But like how else was he supposed to get your name?

"it's Y/N. Now help me."

By the end of the night, your stomachs were filled, and your minds were filled with more ideas of what to do together.

NOT TO MENTION SOME PICTURES THAT YOU SECRETLY TOOK OF HIM

AND LIKE DAMNNNNN HIS SIDE PROFILE SEXY

You both finally got each other's numbers

Contact names:

Jennifer/Jen NOOOOO LMAO IMAGINE JENNIFER IM CRYING

Y/N/The LOML/DabDab Y/N

Getting closer to Christmas and you both have late night convos and send each other memes

It's like WOOJIN God had sent you a sign like "bitch hello this is the boy for you now take him."

Conversations would be like:

Jen NOOOOOO: Y/N, Y/N, FOR FRICK SAKES Y/N

You: OI YOU ASPARAGUS WHAT DO YOU WANT I'M TRYNA SLEEP

Jen NOOOOOO: WHO U CALLING AN ASPARAGUS?! THAT VEGETABLE IS A STICK AND DO I LOOK LIKE A MF STICK!?!

You: UM......

Jen NOOOOOO: ANYWAYS wanna make snow angles?

Jen NOOOOOO: Angles*

Jen NOOOOOO: A N G L E S*

Jen NOOOOOO: OHMYGOD ANGLES*

Jen NOOOOOO: SJSJSJSJ NVM

Now we getting to the good tea oof

So it's December 23rd, two days before Christmas

You decide to stay at home cuddled up in a blanket having a movie marathon

And then the doorbell rings and there's knocking

You pause the movie, keep the blanket on like a cape and then open the door

The cold air hits your face before you could see who was there

·It's none other than Jeno

"Um hi?"

"Y/N! MY LOVE! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! HOW I MISSED YOU!" he funnily walks in and spins around in your living room.

At first,,,, you don't understand...like why is Jeno at your house at 11 pm at night?

Then your phone dings like 10 times

Jen NOOOOOO: IS THIS A Y/N?

You: UM WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU HAVE JENO'S PHONE?!

Jen NOOOOOO: I'M ONE OF HIS FRIENDS YOU DUMB DUMB AND IM HERE TO WARN YOU THAT JENO JUST LEFT HIS HOUSE TO COME TO YOURS....I THINK HE WANTS TO TRY AND KISS YOU OR CONFESS TO YOU IDK

You: WHO TF U CALLIN DUMB DUMB AND WHY DID YOU LET HIM OUT OF THE HOUSE?

Jen NOOOOO: let's just say he got too drunk and elbowed Haechan in the face while he was restraining him

You couldn't even finish answering when Jeno back hugged you, his breath tingling the back of your neck

You stiffened at the sudden contact and you felt butterflies in your stomach

Oh no

OH NO

"Y/N....let's cuddleeeeee"

Jeno drags you to the couch and awkwardly tries to cuddle you which resulted in him giving up and just standing back up.

"Y/N look at meeeee."

Dammit he's a pouty baby.

He squishes his cheeks and tries to wink and does so many things at once like damn boy calm down.

"Y/N,,, are you a Christmas light? Because you light up my world.

"Y/N,,,, you're the gingerbread to my house."

Jeno stumbles walking closer to you "Hey Y/N,,,, you're sexy, come-" and instead passes out on the couch awkwardly.

You didn't know what to do. But Jeno's snoring made you snap out of your daze and took a photo.

You: WHOEVER HAS JENO'S PHONE PICK HIM UP LMAO HE DIED

Jen NOOOOO: HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA......nah

You: WTF

So that's how for the rest of the night you got stuck with a passed out Jeno and cringing at what he kept saying.

There's no way he was into you? Right?

HELL NAH YOU ARE SO WRONG

December 24th, the next day.

Jeno groans and somehow has the hugest hangover.....and realizes he's not in his house.

He turns his head way too fast to see you coming to him with water, some pills and breakfast.

It's like five seconds and the food is already gone...like sir slow down

Jeno feels much better and it's an awkward silence

"um...I'm gonna head out-" "Um...why did you come here yesterday so out of the blue?"

Cue Jeno blushing and stuttering and trying to figure out what to say.

"I uh.....well my friends and I were playing truth or dare and if we didn't want to answer the question we had to drink some wine. Let's just say I didn't answer any questions and I guess my um...heart led me here?"

Awkward silence.

"Oh...wow um I'm flattered? I mean I just didn't expect it....but I also didn't mind it you know?"

So that's how you both just indirectly confessed to each other.

You two didn't waste time putting the labels of boyfriend and girlfriend. Him grabbing a few clothes from next door because he said he didn't wanna be alone on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

"And what better way than to spend it with my lovely girlfriend?"

"Lee Jeno if you don't get me a blanket from upstairs I'm breaking up with you."

So what did he do? HE BROUGHT A BLANKET FROM HIS HOUSE LMAOOOO

Also some of his hoodies because of your late-night call confessions.

You: "I want a boyfriend."

Jeno: "excuse me am I not enough for you?"

You: "Jeno." *laughing* "you know what I mean...like I want a real boyfriend. One that I can cuddle all day with and fully call mine...NOT TO MENTION THE FREE CLOTHES LIKE HELL YEAH I WANT THEM FREE HOODIES FROM THE BOY."

When Jeno throws the hoodie and blanket at you, you're confused because you never owned this type of blanket...UNTIL YOU REALIZED THAT THIS IS HIS BLANKET THAT HE SLEEPS WITH.

Yeah you both literally, just call, text and facetime even though you are just one door away from each other.

But who has time to walk LMAo

Okay we getting off track so like back to the present day

So you put on Jeno's hoodie and damn does it smell good.

He notices that you have sweater paws and he just goes all soft and wants cuddles.

"Oh yeah, what are you watching?" he asks as you press the play button.

"I'm watching Barbie Nutcracker."

For the rest of Christmas Eve you both cuddle under the blanket while watching Christmas themed movies.

And damn you think this might be the best Christmas ever.

#NCT #lee jeno #christmas prompts request #complete!#haechan #jaemin #nct dream #oneshot

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celawrites · 5 years ago

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Day 11

Mondays. I hate them. Like whoever has the name Monday is an automatic joy kill. I’m not too sure about that fact but I hate Mondays. I’m not sure when I started to have them, but I guess the idea of going to school again after 2 days of rest is just pure annoying.

I skip a proper breakfast today and grab a bag of turtle chips I bought yesterday. Cooking could wait. I start the car and get out of my neighborhood. A call comes in.

Sun is calling…

“My oh my Sun? Whatever could you be calling me at 7:00 for?”

“Can you drive me to school today?”

“Are your parents not home?”

“No, it’s just my brother had a morning class today and took the car with my parents”

“So you’re home alone?”

“Essentially”

“Send me your address. Do it quickly too, I was about to get on the freeway”

“Sent”

“Alright~, See you later! Love you!”

“I literally haven’t said I like you back yet and you’re already saying you love me?”

“I say it to everyone darling. I like you is my term of endearment, because love you sounds more natural after a conversation”

“You make no sense”

“Neither do my grades”

“Alright see you in 5”

“See you”

The drive to his house is. Chaotic. I’m having a crisis comprehending that he would call me of all people to carpool with. Pebble had a car, lived closer to him, and he probably could’ve carpooled with her? But then again he doesn’t like her that much. Probably because I’m tolerable or something. What if he likes me back? No! That is the most irrational thought I’ve ever had wtf. Who in their right mind would like me? My thoughts are interrupted when I end up at his house.

“Get in loser, we’re going to school”

“Sounds boring.”

“Says our Valedictorian”

“Will you stop calling me that?”

“Mm. No”

“Remind me why I decided to ask you to drive me to school again?”

“Because you loooooove meeeee” A look of disgust from him.

“I’m joking. Because I’m the only tolerable one in our class”

“Pretty much yeah”

“So. Got your eyes on any of our juniors?”

“No I’m not attracted to any of them. I have decided my last crush was enough”

“Oh come on. Clinging onto the past isn’t good for your mental health you know”

“Says the one who still can’t let her feelings go”

“oK IN MY DEFENSE I GREW EXTREEMLY EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO HIM”

“Clinging onto the pAsT iSnT gOOD fOR yOUr MEnTaL HEAltH yOU kNoW”

“Stop quoting me!”

“Wise words from someone who doesn’t even follow them”

“I’ve been attacked. Remind me to never drive you to school again”

“Does that mean you’ll finally stop texting me at 3am to go to McDonalds with you?”

“Nope. 3am and 7am hit different. They don’t vibe the same”

“You make no sense”

“Good to know you finally caught my vibe”

“Remind me how you managed to publish a book?”

“I don’t know. I wish I did sometimes”

“How’d you even publish one?”

“I ran a blog. Which no one at our school knows about, and someone contacted me to publish the story I was writing”

“I’ll make a mental note to find your writing blog”

“Have fun trying”

“You use the same username for literally everything, it’s funny how you think I won’t be able to find it”

“. you got me there”

“I could always text your public school friends and ask them about it”

“Only one of them follow the blog. And like the rest of them don’t even know about what I do”

“Why?”

“The Canadian friend. The last time I went to visit him, he asked me if they were really my friends. I had told him about how they told everyone my secrets”

“Ah. Well.”

I look at him in the corner of my eye.

“I know I may be emotionally constipated.”

“pFFt”

“Let me finish. But I really wanna repay you for being there for me when I needed someone. So if you have any successes or things you wanna vent about. Uh. You can come to me?”

“I’m touched. This is why our school questions our friendship”

“Because you’re the only girl I hang out with?”

“Yeah. You’re such a softie too!” I coo. “I wonder what our classmates would say if they found out that you’re so emotionally vulnerable!”

“I would never hear the end of it”

“But honestly. I feel like all the students in our school tend to put up a facade. No one ever mentions having anxiety or being anxious or paranoid about things. I only found out about that vulnerable side when I had left”

“Being anxious is normal. It would be unrealistic to be emotionally stable”

“You’re only saying that because you’re emotionally unstable. I honestly think you’d be more stable if you had a girlfriend or something”

“You’d let me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Only if it’s me~” I laugh immediately after.

“Hopeless romantic as always”

“hEy! LEt me live in my fiction!”

“Whatever floats with you”

“I’d rather drown-”

“Your humor has gotten so dark-”

“Whose fault is that?”

“Yours”

“No my dad’s”

“Your dad?”

“My public school one. The father figure that I lack”

“I was gonna say. I didn’t take you for one who would get a boyfriend”

“Ok. No one wants to date me. I’ll just end up as the cat lady”

“If you do end up getting a cat, I call dibs on naming them”

“No. My precious baby” I pout. The school is in view now.

“You don’t even have a cat yet?”

“Still. My precious baby”

“You’re boring”

“Mm” I hum in agreement. I’m parking the car at this point. It’s 7:25 and we arrived at our normal time. He wasn’t one for a morning snack, and I wasn’t particularly hungry either.

“Are you not going to go grab breakfast?”

“Why would I?”

“You literally had a bag of chips for breakfast”

“So? It’s not like I’m gonna pass out from lack of nutrients or something”

“It’s not good for your health”

“When has my health ever mattered”

“Since now. Swap seats with me I’ll take you to Starbucks for a sandwich or something”

“No”

“What do you want?”

“You-” I cackle and he flushes red. “I’m jOKING JKSFGW I’M SORRY SUN”

“Ok but what do you actually want”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Even if I take you to Paul’s Place?”

“hHHHHH. I’m not h-hungry”

“Let’s go. We can walk over”

“We literally have like 20 minutes. That’s not nearly enough time to grab food”

“Then you’ll let me raid our school’s kitchen. There has to be some sort of leftover food there”

“You’re telling me to whAT?”

“I know you have the keys to every room at school. Don’t think I didn’t see you asking the principal for them so you could arrive here at 5am in the morning huddling in a classroom for vibes”

“I’m hurt”

“Open the kitchen for me. I’ll make you a sandwich or something”

“Aww. You’re gonna cook for me?”

“Would you rather do it yourself?”

“I’d rather starve”

“I-. You’re insufferable”

“Thanks, I get that a lot”

“What do you want for breakfast”

“A hug”

“That’s illegal”

“nO THE CONTRACT JUST SAID NO DATING I HAVE A PHOTO HH”

“No hugs until you eat breakfast”

“So you’ll hug me if I eat breakfast?”

“We’ll see”

“bREAKFAST HERE I COMEEEEE”

The kitchen was pretty much empty other than the sauces. There were a couple leaves for a salad, and the ranch dressing that I had grown to hate but I had to eat what I could. There was no way I was allowed to run off. He had kept me within the inner side of the kitchen where I couldn’t leave without him trapping me in.

“If you take any longer people are going to think that we’re doing the deed in here”

“You’re disgusting”

“Ok but like you’re gonna get teased either way”

“We are not going to do the deed in here”

“If this were public school then someone has definitely-”

“BUT THIS IS A CHRISTIAN PRIVATE SCHOOL SO NO HORNY”

“hiSSS”

He glares at me for another couple of seconds while I start to scarf down my salad.

“dON’T CHOKE ON IT. YOU’RE GOING TOO FAST”

“lET ME CHOKE ON MY SALAD. I SHALL GLADLY EMBRACE DEATH”

“nO?”

“yO wHAT ARE YOU TWO UP TO IN HERE?” Someone’s head popped in.

The two of us screamed. And I ended up choking on the salad. Helping me regain my breathing, he gazed at the person who had burst in.

“Is there ever going to be a time when you don’t just burst into the room I’m in?”

“Nope. But I’ll probably stop if you move out for college”

“I swear”

It’s his brother. I offer a smile and throw the now empty plate away.

“I hate ranch. If I have to eat that anymore I’m going to kill someone” I cough.

“As much as we know how to hide a body, I don’t exactly want to be an accomplice in a murder”

“Don’t worry about it Z. If anyone’s going to jail with me it’s your brother”

“What did I do???”

“Become my friend and partner in crime. You know, the usual”

“Can’t you get Sam to hide the body for you?”

“What’s the fun in that? You know more about the human body”

“oH?” His brother wiggles his eyebrows.

“The first bell’s rung. Let’s get to class”

“See you later Z!”

“See you!”

So class starts again. The day is calm, welcoming, serene. The day passes and I’m home again. Today’s supposed to be a McDonalds night but I end up waking up late for the 3am run.

Clown: I’m late today McDonalds?

Sun: Z wants to go But I want sleep

Clown: I’ll pick him up Tell him I’ll be there in 10

Sun: Got it

Seen at 4:03

My car starts and I drive towards his house. I’m already in my school uniform and my bag is in the seat next to me. My lights are dim so I don’t wake anyone in their home. I see his brother open and close the door, then slide into the seat next to me.

“Ready to go?”

“Yea. McDonalds right?”

“Yea”

The drive is quiet. He looks out the window while my music plays softly in the background. He probably isn’t as awake. Their dynamic at school is reversed at home. I never understood why.

“Is something bothering you?” My voice is soft. And he sighs.

“Are you sure you want to listen?”

“Always”

“I met this girl online. I thought we hit it off really well too. She was flirting and everything with me. I found out a few days ago that she had a boyfriend. It turns out she only started to talk to me because I had a rank that she wanted to be in. She broke off contact with me yesterday. I guess it hurts. I really thought she could be there for me for high school too”

“Don’t let it drag you down. It sounds rude to say that, but you have your whole life ahead of you. One small bump along the way won’t matter to you in the future. So focus on what you want to do and reach for it. If you ever need someone to be there for you my number is always there. Text me whenever you need, I’ll always try to be there.”

“One bump along the way…Thank you. I kinda get why E’s always going to you for help”

“It’s not much. The least I can do is listen to your worries.”

“But you aren’t obligated to do that”

“Yeah. But it doesn’t matter. I want to be of some help.” I pull up at the McDonalds drive through.

“Hey darling!”

“Hey. Can I get the usual and then… Do you want ice cream?”

“Wait the machine works?”

“Yes or no.”

“Yes please”

“And a large M&M McFlurry?”

“lARGE?”

“Of course darling! Did your friend go through the breakup blues?”

“More like got emotionally attached to one of those internet bunnies”

“Holy. That’s the worst. It’s on the house then”

“yOU caN’T JUST DO THAT”

“I DO WHAT I WANT I’M THE MANAGER”

I gawk and drive up to the second window. He shoots me a grin and hands me the food. I pull out my card to pay but he’s already gone.

“That little piece of sh-”

“Thank you” Z mumbles silently.

“Ah. Don’t worry about it! It’s the least I can do as your driver.”

“But you didn’t need to?”

“Internet bunnies are the worst. I would know”

“I’m not gonna ask how you know”

“Haha” I laugh. “Welcome back Z”

“A moment of weakness”

“3am hits different. Don’t worry about it. We’re all emotionally fragile”

“Especially the three of us”

“I would guess.”

“Ready to go?”

“Let’s”

And the rest of the night passes with laughter, smiles, and jokes.

Previous : Masterlist : Next

#fluff #angst #bc theres actually angst this time #writing #fiction #365 days of rejection #365 days of writing #projects #quarnatine projects #i hope this helps with college admissions lmAO #my ocs #365 days

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arcticdolans · 7 years ago

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Mine.

** requested by @starrydolan **

“Ooh can you do 18 with Ethan? Love ya💖”

18. "He was hitting on you!”

Summary: You are at a party with your boyfriend Ethan and a cute guy tries to flirt with you, leading to a heated makeout session with E (lol that sounds so cringy I forgive you if you don't wanna read it anymore) (but please keep reading)

Words: 1.3k +

Warnings: Not really, PG smutty scene, slightly dom E (NOTHING TOO BAD OK IM INNOCENT)

A/N: Hey guys!! This is my first requested fic!! I hope I've done it justice and hopefully you all enjoy it. Feel free to send me some feedback xxx

I was just finishing the final touches of my makeup when a text notification sounded from my phone.

Kassie: You coming yet?

My best friend was throwing a massive party at her place to celebrate New Years. One week late. I rolled my eyes at her impatience, and shot her a quick reply. I grabbed my purse and keys and headed out to my car.

Once I arrived at her place, it was dark outside, and there were cars everywhere. She had said it was going to be big... but I didn't think it was going to be this big. I spotted my boyfriend's black BMW and smiled to myself. I had purposely worn my brand new tight red dress, paired with a pair of black heeled boots and a leather jacket. I knew that Ethan was going to be here as we had spoken about it this morning when we went out to breakfast, but I had thought to surprise him with my new purchase.

I pulled my car into the driveway, which had been reserved for me at her parties since before I could remember, and hopped out the door. There were so many people loitering around the front yard, and with drinks in their hands, most of them seemed drunk already. As I walked up to the front porch, I could already hear the thumping music coming from within the house. Luckily the door was already open, so I let myself in and wandered around trying to find Ethan.

"Hi Y/N!" I turned around and saw Kassie running up to me in her 6-inch platforms. I laughed at her in her drunken state, but suddenly my eyes widened as I noticed she was tripping over her own feet.

"Y/N!!!!! Catch meeeee!" She squealed as she catapulted herself into my arms. Thankfully I caught her without falling over myself.

"Oh my gosh. Kassie, you have to be more careful!" I rolled my eyes at the pouty face she was making, then shook my head as she trudged away into the crowed lounge room. I meandered over to the kitchen and scavenged an unopened bottle of water off the bench. All this partying was such hard work. I sighed, and leant forwards on the bench, surveying the dining room and looking for Ethan. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands grabbing my ass roughly through my dress. I cried out and turned around, my arms slapping out and hitting someone on the chest.

"Stop! Go away!" I said, forcefully pushing the unknown person off me.

"Ahh sorry Darl, I can't help being drunk and seeing someone so beautiful just... leaning over a bench," he drawled. "It was almost like an invitation."

I flinched, and my face contorted into an expression of pure disgust.

"Such a pretty face Darling! Do you have a boyfriend?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I do." I quipped, making a show of looking around for Ethan. As much as I hated to admit it, the stranger was rather good looking under his drunken masquerade. With thick blond waves crowning his head, and bright blue eyes framed by the longest lashes I had ever seen on a boy, his features were undoubtedly angelic. But his mannerisms on the other hand...

I tried to lean away from him, but I was trapped in between the corner of the bench and the wall. The boy leant in, and his disgustingly hot breath fanned across my face. He reeked of liquor and cigarettes. I started to feel anxious. I was in a tight place with a drunk boy I didn't know and no one was coming to my aid.

"Kassie?" I called out, my face creasing with worry. The boy laughed at my failed attempt at communication.

"You're mine now sweetheart. Now, who was this 'boyfriend' of yours that you were talking abou--" his sentence was cut off abruptly by a pair of strong hands pulling him off me. I let out a ragged breath as I saw Ethan towering over the now frightened-looking boy. Ethan's expression was pure anger - his brows furrowed, his eyes dark and his beautiful lips drawn up in a snarl.

"Get away from her. Now." He growled, shoving the boy out of the kitchen. The blond stumbled away from us, sulking in his own misfortune.

"Ethan!" I cried with relief. "Thank you!"

Ethan just shrugged and gave me a tight-lipped smile. His eyes darkened as his gaze slipped down my body, taking in my tight red dress.

"Come with me babygirl."

I gulped and drew my body in close to him. His arm snaked its way around my waist as he held on to me tightly. He led me upstairs and away from all the people, into a bedroom that I had been in many times before. I noticed the cream quilt cover and the assortment of peachy pillows. This was Kassie's room. I let out a heavy sigh, but as I turned around towards Ethan, I recognised the lust-filled look in his eyes. I bit my lip as he took a swift step towards me, and pinned me up against a wall. My breathing hitched as he grabbed my hands and held them up above my head.

"Y/N." he whispered. "Are you alright?"

I nodded fiercely and looked into his eyes. "I'm fine, he was just drunk okay?"

"Baby, I know you can't help being so fucking gorgeous." Ethan murmured into the crook of my neck. He left a soft bite underneath my ear, and licked a long stripe along my jawbone. His teeth grazed along the bone, and I whimpered under his heated touch. His hand that wasn't holding mine above my head gripped my waist with a gentle force that caused me let out a small whine.

"E," I whispered. "It's fine, he wasn't doing anything to hurt me."

He growled softly at this statement.

"He was fucking hitting on you, that's what he was doing."

I froze under his touch but slowly leant into him as I recognised the concern in his tone. My lips found his earlobe and I nibbled softly at his weak spot. Ethan groaned, and suddenly turned his head to crash his lips into mine. His hand made its way up to my face, and he threaded his fingers through my hair at the base of my neck, pulling me closer to him in a move of desperate desire. I bit into his plump lower lip and granted my tongue access into his mouth. Our lips moulded together perfectly, but all too soon, Ethan pulled away. He rested his forehead against mine, and we made eye contact for the second time that evening.

"On the bed babygirl." He muttered, giving me a fleeting kiss on the temple before stepping away. I felt a familiar heat gather in between my thighs at his dominant tone, and stumbled backwards onto Kassie's large bed. I leaned back on my elbows and gazed up at Ethan. He stood at the edge of the bed, watching me quietly.

"What?" I asked him with a smirk.

"Nothing," he chuckled. "Just that you're mine."

(A/N: OOF sorry lol I couldn't go any further, I wish I could write smut.... but maybe a part 2??? Let me know AHAHAHA)

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan fan fiction #fanfic #dolan twins #grayson dolan #dolan twins fandom #dolan twins fanfic

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3one3 · 7 years ago

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The Sequel - 863

Miss-you-mergency

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“How did you get so drunk?”

“Cabernet.”

“You didn’t have that much!”

“You’re so handsome. It’s not fair.”

“Why?”

“Kiss my tummy.”

“Stop shaking your butt.”

“I want sex.”

“I’m aware of that, Prinzessin.”

“Sex meeeee.”

Christina accidentally got quite tipsy on Thursday night and somewhat lost control of her limbs. Poor André became her jungle gym in bed when he made the mistake of lying down to try to watch TV. She kept sitting on him, leaning on him, tipping over and falling on him, falling on herself, falling over the side of the mattress, and forgetting what she was even trying to do. Thankfully he found it more entertaining than annoying, though he did keep having to right her body for her. She tried to get in his shorts. She tried to kiss him. She tried to sit on his face. The problem was that she kept getting distracted or temporarily losing willpower. Her tolerant husband wasn’t exactly turned on by her behavior, and the stop/start nature of her focus was pretty unfortunate, but if she was going to get her act together and take it upon herself to get him into it, he wasn’t going to tell her no.

“Why are you so horny, hm?” he asked her when she sank back down on his chest. Before that she was straddling him on her knees, right up close to his face, and wiggling her hips around like she was trying to dance or something. She kept playing with his hair and touching his face too. At some point she shed her panties, so all that was happening with only a t-shirt to cover her. It happened to be one of André’s black BVB tees, so it was at least long enough to hide about half of her butt, which he repeatedly put his arm around in a manner more protective and precautionary than sexual or sensual. It was kind of like holding onto Lukas when he wanted to climb on him.

“I dunno,” the rider shrugged. He pushed her hair back and she crawled forward to kiss him. Christina was really torn between wanting his dick- immediately, hard, fast, and on a mission- and wanting to make out with him, touch him, get fondled and caressed, kiss his neck, fluff his hair, and rub herself all over him for several hours. His blasé response to everything she did didn’t help give her direction. “Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Usually.” André’s smirk made his girl pout, but he didn’t feel bad for her. He tried to pull her into her regular spot next to him by getting a hold of her waist. Moving a 100lb drunk, wiggly toddler wasn’t so easy.

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” the overgrown toddler complained after reluctantly collapsing in the general vicinity of where he hoped to install her.

“Who said I don’t?” he picked up her right hand and placed it on his crotch. “Make it hard if you want to play with it, Prinzessin.”

“But usually it gets hard on its own! Am I not sexy tonight? I shaved yesterday and didn’t eat any garlic at dinner.”

“I was hard when you kissed my thigh and touched down there.” The player nodded at her idle hand, trying to be encouraging. He didn’t care if he was going to get off or not. He just didn’t want to listen to her sound heartbroken over his lack of an erection. “You made me all hard and licked me like twice and then you keeled over and burrowed in the blanket curled up like a snail for 10 minutes.”

“Are you saying I’m a tease?”

“Something like that.” Don’t laugh, he ordered himself. Christina snuggled closer and put her cheek on the side of his chest.

“I don’t want to be a tease. I just want...” Juanin. I just want Juanin. I want to listen to our song. I want him to hold at least one of my hands over my head and fuck me slowly to our song. I want his nose to rub up my cheek ahead of his lips doing it while he pushes in and up my body during the “yeah, you got it, I have never needed nobody, nobody but you” part. I want to hold onto his sneaky growing upper arms and feel my boobs get squished by his ribs where they stick out. I want whichever one of his hands isn’t holding my hand over my head to squeeze my side, or hold my face. I want to push my heels into his nonexistent butt. I want the way he kisses with just his bottom lip. I want the way his pubic bone pushes on mine because his pelvis is like an entirely different shape than...Schü’s. “Tethered” is such an appropriate song title for our song. We are tethered, and it’s like the wheel tethers that keep wheels from flying off Formula 1 cars and hitting people in the head- unbreakable. I just want him. Shit, Christina thought as she felt the beginnings of hot tears readying themselves. Wine-drunk was the worst drunk for her. It could start out playful and fun, but it nearly always ended in emotional trauma. The man she wasn’t fantasizing about noticed that her eye rubbing looked suspiciously like tear wiping.

“What do you just want, baby?” he asked in his softest voice, afraid he upset her with what he said, or with his reluctance to hold her still and fuck her silly. There was also the possibility that she was drunk enough to be hugely upset because she realized she was being a tease. Any disappointment was exacerbated by drunkenness. “What’s wrong?”

“I drank too much,” she mumbled as she sat up and reached for her phone on the nightstand. She wanted to take it with her to the bathroom. Her departure left the BVB man wondering if she fled because she was about to experience a stomach issue or if she was truly upset. Normally she didn’t shut the door if she was just going in there to actually use the bathroom since the toilet had its own little room and door. That didn’t rule out either answer though, because she might want two layers of auditory protection if she were about to throw up or have diarrhea, either of which could happen from drinking too much Cabernet Sauvignon, and she would want the regular door closed if she were just going in there to cry or to get herself together so that she wouldn’t cry. What she actually did was dry her eyes and sit on the fluffy rug beside her bathtub to text the man she was fantasizing about.

“I’m drunk and it’s a miss-you-mergency and it’s going to make me say something earthquakey to him.” I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t. I can’t tell him I miss Juan, or that I’m horny and affection-starved because I’m thinking of him. Nor can I tell him it feels like this situation isn’t working for me anymore. It’s just because I’m drunk. Everything is more exaggerated when I drink. It’s just- It’s- André knocked on the door twice.

“Are you okay, pretty girl?”

Get your shit together, Chris. Be a grown up, Christina urged herself. The sober factions of her brain couldn’t believe she managed to win some medals at the Olympics a week earlier but she couldn’t handle three glasses of wine after dinner, and her horny imagination. Stop being so dramatic.

“Yeah,” she called back.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you sitting on the floor?”

“I drank too much.”

“Is your tummy upset?”

“No. Only my brain has been affected. Hug please.” The World Cup winner, WEG silver medalist, three-time Nations Cup champion, Olympic team gold and individual silver medal winner and reigning Global Champions Tour Champion, mother of one, and fully grown adult woman on the rug turned her lip over and held her arms up in the air. André’s sympathetic expression on his way to her made her feel bad, so she kept telling herself the sequence of incriminating thoughts in her head weren’t real, and not her actual desires. They were simply wine-induced nonsense. He bent in half to hug her and lift her off the floor. “Sorry I’m a mess.”

“Ehh I think it’s allowed once in a while. How about some water?”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“No one does,” André sighed wistfully- an act, of course, meant to entertain. “Don’t step on your phone. Here, lean on the tub. I’ll get it.” He removed her hands and arms from his shoulders and helped her sit on the tall side of the deep bathtub, which was probably unnecessary. His girl wasn’t so drunk that she couldn’t manage to stand on her own, or navigate to a seat. She let him think it was that bad because it made her behavior more excusable and thus less demanding of a more reasonable explanation. “Juan says he misses you too. How many people did you send annoying late night texts?” Chris is such a predictable drunk. She messages everyone she can think of in hopes that one of them will reply and talk to her while she’s hiding from whatever imaginary or stupid thing has upset her in her drunkenness. She does it on airplanes too. “I’m bored, save me”, send all. “Come on. Back to bed.”

He held her hand and led the way, and then surrendered his glass of water to her to try to dilute all the Don Melchor. Christina drained it and settled under his arm to try to chill out. Regardless of what was happening in her head and whether it was meaningful or just drunken silliness, she didn’t want to be annoying. She bunched up some comforter like a pillow on the right side of his chest and tried to be still and quiet, and he rubbed her lower back and butt and thought more about his TV show than his sloppy bedmate.

“You don’t have to go in until the afternoon tomorrow, right?” she inquired after a solid 10 minutes of controlling her physical compulsion to not be still and her mental compulsion to over-think and analyze.

“I’m leaving a little after noon.”

“Can I make you pancakes for breakfast?” I haven’t done anything nice for him since I got home, the rider realized. Not a single thing. Literally all I’ve even talked about is me, what I want, what I’m going to do, how it’s going to be good for me. That’s unfortunate enough without thinking about the intricacies of how I want Juanin to make love to me while my hand is literally on his dick, which was reluctant to play with me because I was too drunk to do it right.

“Sure, Prinzessin, but I think you’re not going to feel like doing anything in the morning. Except maybe guzzling coffee and hiding under a pillow.”

“Nooo, I’ll be fine. I didn’t drink enough to be hung over.”

“Just enough to be drunk, eh?”

“I’ll make nice breakfast for you and Luke. We can eat outside. It’s supposed to be really warm tomorrow.”

“Okay,” André yawned. He wasn’t going to hold her to her plans. In fact, he didn’t expect her to even remember making them.

“I think I need to wear a bikini for several hours tomorrow. It’s been too many days without a bikini.”

“Okay.” Didn’t we go swimming on Monday?

“Can I sit on you and kiss you? Like, non-sexually.”

“Now, or tomorrow in a bikini with pancakes?”

“Now.”

“Sure.” He removed the remote control from the middle of his torso and Christina clumsily yet daintily moved herself into the same spot. She folded completely in half to hug her favorite furniture, cheek to chest. André pulled the duvet up over her back in hopes that it would help to contain her and prevent more aimless leaning and crawling. It was possible to see over her and continue watching TV at first, but then she sat up a bit for a not at all clumsy and very sweet smooch. The middle of her plump lips lined up with the middle of his thin ones. Hers puckered together when they made contact to make more “push”.

Somehow she could tell his eyes were open, and that made her sad. To her, eyes-open kissing was for saying hello, goodbye, or be-right-back, or, she realized, when he was really drunk and horny and wouldn’t leave her alone and she was looking at her phone or watching TV or actually talking to someone else. It wasn’t a big deal. He didn’t have to drop everything and ravage her or wrap her in a tender embrace whenever she was in the mood for it, or whenever she wanted to be sweet. But she really could have used the reminder of what it felt like when he did want to express his love and desire, while she struggled to see past Juan and be happy and satisfied with what she had. She put her head back down on André and tried not to feel disappointed about his total lack of interest in intimacy or affection.

“That’s it? That’s all I get? One kiss?” he smiled over her hair, which he took to combing with his fingertips after a couple of minutes of blessed stillness.

“You didn’t kiss back so I thought you didn’t want any more,” his girl mumbled.

“Aww, are you going to play that “you don’t love me” card?”

“No. You can love me and not feel like rubbing your mouth around on mine.”

“You’re saying words that sound very reasonable and wise, but you’re saying them like it’s a line a teacher made you write on the chalkboard 30 times- like you don’t believe it. What’s on your mind tonight, pretty girl?” And why did you drink so much in the first place, the player added. Three glasses is for when she’s having a great time with people and doesn’t realize it’s three glasses, or when she’s unhappy about something. All she did tonight was have dinner with Mausi, tuck him in, and watch news by herself on the couch for an hour. I finished my game online with the guys and she was drunk.

“Nothing special.”

“Are you sure?” There will definitely be drama if I ask her why she drank so much.

“You know what it’s like to be a little drunk and think you want something, then forget about it, then remember, then not have enough motivation, and give up again? It’s like when you get home from a party or the club and you’re starving so you go through the fridge and start grabbing stuff to make something that sounds really good to drunk you but would be disgusting and nonsensical to sober you and you get too lazy for some of the things or some of the steps while you’re making it so you just leave it out, and by the time you finish it and you’re ready to eat it you take like one bite and go meh and sit on the couch with your phone instead. Or like when you make your designated driver stop at McDonald’s on the way home so you can get the entire Value Menu but then you realize you just want fries and wish you got more fries.”

“You’re making me hungry.”

“I want McNuggets.”

“This is exactly like what you were just saying,” André laughed. “I was just going to suggest we take your new car for a midnight snack, but I bet by the time we get there you’ll be asleep and not hungry.”

“First of all, we can’t go anywhere because Lulu Schü is sleeping, and if we could somehow get him out of the crib to take him with us then we couldn’t take the Ferrari because we can’t put his car seat in it. Second, no way could I fall asleep in the Ferrari. Third, no fast food in the Ferrari. Fifth, no drunk me in the Ferrari either. I don’t want to barf in it.”

“You skipped the fourth thing, Prinzessin.”

“What’s the fourth thing?”

“I don’t know, but you went first, second, third, fifth. Mausi is better at counting than you.”

“You could just go get McNuggets for me. Not in the Ferrari.”

“I could.”

“But I don’t want you to because I’d miss you.” Christina lifted her head just to shake it at him. Her eyelids were getting heavy and it was a lot of work to do anything but be dead on him.

“It only takes half an hour to go there and back.”

“So I’d miss you for half an hour.”

“I wouldn’t go anyway,” André smiled, his long and pudgy fingers still in the hair on the crown of her head. That wasn’t making it any easier to hold her head up. “I’m too lazy. I only go out for McNuggets in the middle of the night when you’re pregnant.”

“Are you saying “But I won a gold medal” has already expired as a compelling reason to make you do whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

“I was hoping to milk it ‘til Christmas at least.”

“If I went to get you McNuggets, what would you be doing when I got back- sleeping, or trying to get yourself off?”

“To be honest, I would probably start out doing the second thing and then end up doing the first one.” She finally returned his smile and gave her Dejected Little Girl expression a rest.

“Do you want McNuggets, sleep, or an orgasm more than you just want me to pay attention to you?” the recipient of her happier face asked knowingly. She shook her head no and pulled both lips between her teeth, the momentary smile gone from her grayed out blues.

“I’m going to let you pick two things, like the special deal at McDonald’s. Pick two from the McNuggets, the sleep, getting off, and my attention, and I’ll help. I’d really rather not go to McDonald’s though,” he winked. I don’t like when she’s restless and unhappy, especially this week. “I won a gold medal” is definitely still a valid coupon to use. I want her to be happy and spoiled. I just don’t want to have to put shoes on. Or see the kids working at McDonald’s giggling to each other about how Schürrle can’t get it together on the pitch because he’s going out for fast food at midnight.

“That’s not a very smart deal to offer, boyfriend. If I choose getting off and sleep, you have to pay attention to me, so I’m really getting three.”

“Always looking for bargains.”

“It’s not specifically on the menu but can I order kisses and hugs, to continue until I fall asleep?”

“I think so, yes.”

“Can we turn the TV and the lights off?”

“Costs extra.”

“How much?”

“I want blueberries in my pancakes.”

“Deal.”

André reached for the on/off switch on the lamp cord with his left hand and used the remote to kill the TV with his right, temporarily perplexing his wife with his ability to multi-task. He then wrapped his arms around her bare behind and held on tight so as not to lose her when he turned on his side to get started on the kisses for which she negotiated. Her arms crossed behind him too, but around his neck instead of his butt. His first kiss was a short one on her lips, and the next 6 were around her face. That made it pretty clear to her that he had no interest whatsoever in going beyond kissing. There would be no free orgasm thrown in for the price of attention and sleep. That didn’t really matter. It just told her that he didn’t feel into it. Christina tried not to let herself think that his casual smooches and lack of desire were any reflection on herself.

Her footballer was trying his best not to rain on her Olympic parade with his own personal professional discontent, and she was aware of that. A little fraction of him was entirely out of reach to her since the day she left for Tokyo. The Olympics were over and she was waiting for him to let go of that, and be however he felt like being, without worrying that he was a downer during her moment of brightest shine. If he felt like just chilling out and being affectionate but not passionate, it was, his wife assumed, at least in some way because he didn’t feel that great and had things on his mind. It annoyed her to no end when her friends and loved ones prodded at her to unburden herself or be more transparent, and she thought he was actually pretty okay, so her policy was to just wait him out. She hoped her presence at Signal Iduna Park on Saturday for his next match might help- her first match of the season. Most of his football problem was mental, and she thought her support, in person, where he could see her even, might help. In the meantime, her mind drifted to an entirely different, less conventional, more controversial relationship.

“Babe, I need to tell you something,” Christina admitted after helping herself to three or four seconds of his lips on hers. André slid his left arm some way up her side to make room to hook his knee over her right hip in its place, and he watched her eyes in the darkness. “My thinking has changed...on a pretty big thing...”

“Yeah?” he asked, intending to sound curious and not alarmed. What now, he asked himself much more incredulously. That she wouldn’t look him in the face was not a good sign, especially since they were so close that it was a literal challenge for her to even see anything else.

“Please don’t get upset, or think less of me...I just...I think I need to do this...”

“Okay.”

“And I hope you understand and-“

“Spit it out, Chris,” the Dortmund forward sighed at the end of the ticking clock on his patience.

“I...I want to get into Game of Thrones, and I want you to watch it with me.”

“Fuck, baby.” He legitimately snorted and tried to exhale sharply at the same time, resulting in a really unattractive sound when he let go of her and leaned back. As if her little act weren’t entertaining enough, his horrifying sound effects made Christina laugh uncontrollably. “Don’t do that to me!”

“What did you think I was going to say?” She reached for his fuzzy cheeks to semi-apologize through comforting. The face between her palms was relieved and slightly bemused.

“I don’t know. Something about Juan. How can you just now want to watch Game of Thrones? For years and years, all I hear is how stupid you think it must be, and you’re like weirdly proud that you’re the only person in the civilized world who has never watched an episode. Now you want to get into it?”

“Yes, and I expect you to watch the entire series with me.”

“Why now?”

“All anybody is talking about today is Kit Harington and the dragon lady finally banging it out, and I saw this photo of them a couple of weeks ago from a magazine shoot where they’re kissing, but themselves, not as their characters, and it was so sexy, so I started reading on the Internet today about the last episode because it was everywhere and now I need to see it! I saw gifs of the sex scene. I need the context and the 7 seasons of foreplay.”

“Oh jeez.”

“Will you watch it with me?” Christina used her hold on his cheeks more purposefully, to keep him still right in front of her nose. “It can be a thing. One episode per night, right before bed, up here, no Munchkin, no phones.”

“That’s what you want?” André put his scoffing and eye rolling on hold to be serious because her proposal sounded kind of serious. I can’t tell if she desperately wants to get sucked into an addicting and manipulative TV show or if she wants a regular activity to do with just me. Or maybe she hopes to make a routine out of it because she thinks that will be good for us. I don’t know. She’s nodding like it really matters though, so... “Hope you like incest, pretty girl.”

“I like love. And dragons!”

“From the episodes I’ve seen- and that’s more than half, for sure- there is more rape than love,” he sniggered. “And a lot of murder. Sooooo much murder.”

“Don’t tell me! I’m a Game of Thrones virgin. We’ll start Saturday night.”

“All right.”

“Get ready for role play fantasies.”

“Oh god.”

“You know how I am about kings and queens and being iffy on consent.”

“What about princesses? You’re a prinzessin. You should have fantasies with princesses.”

“I do. I’m the princess and I take as my lover some mighty warrior of questionable origin. He’s handsome like someone of noble birth though, and his roguish facade crumbles for me.”

“I think you’re going to like the show, baby.”

“Can you take your shirt off?”

“Why? Do you need to wear this one too?”

“No you’re just warmer and softer without it.”

“Warmer for you maybe. I’m warmer with my clothes on.”

“Whatever I like your skin, okay?”

“Is the shirt my roguish facade?”

“Shut your face.”

“Am I your warrior?”

“I strongly dislike you.”

“That sounds like iffy consent to me. Spread your legs.”

“The warrior doesn’t get to rape the princess, boyfriend. That’s not a thing.”

“Oh just you wait!”

“Do I still smell drunk?”

“Yes. And you talk too much.”

“You could fix that.”

André fixed the problem by covering his wife’s mouth with his hand. He could feel her frowning underneath. He was pretty sure she meant for him to quiet her with his lips. Her playfulness was a well-received sign that whatever thing popped into her head and upset her earlier must have passed. Playful, silly Christina with a side of sweetness and affection was a welcomed bedmate. The player liked her better than playful, silly Christina with a sharp edge. Sometimes her playfulness and joking around could sting, by accident. Harsh things that rang too true to truly be jokes slipped out and hurt him while she carried on laughing and he pretended not to mind. He much preferred her perpetually warm fingers traveling around under his shirt to rub different spots, squeeze his waist, and passively knead at his sore lower back to augment her banter. The silky soft top of her right foot felt nice against his calf too.

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