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bapeach · 3 months ago
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Valentine's Day
Anyone else suck at writing summaries for their stories? Anyways, happy belated Valentine's! I hadn't planned on writing a Valentine's related story, but here we are. Hope you all enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome :D Find my masterlist here :)
Pairing(s): Paige Bueckers x female!reader  Word count: 4.8k+ Warnings: a bit clinché, swearing, long-distance Summary: Valentine's Day isn't so bad when you get to call with your long-distance best friend, except things don't really go the way you planned. You're not mad about it, though. ------------
Valentine's Day. A day loved by many and hated by even more. 
You belonged in the latter category. Why did couples need an extra day to celebrate their relationship? Why would you require an extra day to be nice to your partner when you should do that any other day as well? The only thing this holiday does is make single people feel bad. You’re not bitter about it or anything, it’s just a fact, okay fine, you’re a little salty.
Today is another Valentine that you’re spending single, but this time at least you have plans! While most of your friends were going to be off on dates, you were going to be calling your long-distance best friend and making fun of the whole holiday. To say you were excited to talk to the girl was an understatement.
Being a student-athlete wasn’t easy, Paige had complained about her busy schedule enough for you to know. Not that she had to, you could tell how exhausted she was whenever she found a bit of time to call you between school, homework, and basketball. It saddened you to know the blonde was wearing herself out completely to be the perfect student while also making sure she’s the best basketball player she can be. She barely ever has time to relax, and you’re scared she’s going to give herself a burn-out.
You were glad Paige found time today to hang out with you. You’ve missed her more than you thought you could ever miss anyone, not having heard her voice in weeks and only having gotten short messages to let you know she’s still alive. 
“Everyone is gonna be out and about on friday after practice so I’ll have the dorm to myself, FaceTime at 10:30?” Her message had read last Sunday, and you’d immediately agreed. While you knew the Valentine’s Day hangout was just a friendly hangout between best friends, you liked pretending it would be a date. 
When you met Paige, you never thought you’d ever fall for her so deeply, let alone be such good friends with her. But here you were, 6 years later, with the biggest crush on her.
When your mom sent you to a random month-long summer camp when you were 16, you’d protested with your whole being. You’d much rather stay home, bundled up on the couch all summer, re-reading your favorite book series, not going to a random camp out in the wild. “You’ll learn so much stuff! And you’ll make friends for life!” She’d said, making you roll your eyes. You didn’t believe a word she’d said, knowing that even if you managed to make friends, you’d only talk to them for that summer and maybe a month after.
You didn’t meet Paige until a week into camp. Her cabin was nowhere near yours, and so you weren’t in the same activity groups as her. One of your roommates had met her one night when she couldn’t sleep and went on a walk. She said you two would get along well, but the more she talked about the blonde, the less likely it seemed to you.
While you were shy, loved staying in, let people walk all over you, and were a bit of a teacher’s pet, 16-year-old Paige was the complete opposite. She was outgoing and friendly, and she loved teasing people even when she didn’t know them. She preferred the outdoors, getting restless when she had to stay in and couldn’t play her sports. She loved breaking the rules and always seemed to get away with it too, her charisma being able to charm all the camp leaders.
When your cabinmate had called her over during dinner, you were incredibly intimidated by the taller girl. She towered over you with a big grin, her blue eyes wide and full of mischief. She was loud and immediately set her eyes on you when she noticed your quietness. When your friends had joked about how shy you were, she’d only grinned wider, saying she was going to get you to come out of your shell.
She managed to win you over a lot faster than you dared to admit. After that dinner, she was always able to spot you in the crowd, coming over to tease you or introduce you to more people. Within a week, you two were glued at the hip. She managed to do what she said she would, making you a little less afraid to speak your mind, while you were able to bring a calm to her that no one knew existed.
You swore saying goodbye to her at the end of camp was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do. You were quite dramatic at times. Sadly, you’d been right about the not staying friends thing. You two sent each other two letters once camp was over and called five times before life got too busy with school, extracurriculars, and new friends. After that, you didn’t talk for two years.
The next time you saw her again, you thought you were dreaming. You were touring different universities and had just finished the UConn one. Paige had managed to get even taller, her muscles were more defined, and she’d finally found her style. You thought you were mistaken at first, but then her bright eyes found yours, and a wide smile made its way onto her face. She excused herself from the conversation she was in and jogged over to you, not letting you say more than a hi before pulling you into a hug. You let yourself fall into the comfortable, familiar feeling, sinking into her as you hug her back.
This time, when you two parted and said you’d stay in touch, you actually did. Sadly, you didn’t end up going to UConn, instead choosing a university over two hours away from the blonde. Keeping in contact was easier now that you were older and more mature. You called each other multiple times a month, texting almost daily, and even met up IRL whenever you could. You’d attended quite a few of her games, and she even surprised you on your birthday last year.
That birthday is your favorite one so far. Paige had surprised you with flowers and a book you’d been wanting for ages. She spoiled you like crazy that day, even staying the night at your dorm before having to go back to UConn. The day after was the day you realized you were head over heels for her. You became aware of the fact that the butterflies you felt in your stomach weren’t just from being excited at seeing your best friend, they were actually because you had a crush on her.
You never told her about your feelings, however. You figured she only saw you as a friend and knew that there were hundreds of girls throwing themselves at her feet, so why would she choose someone who didn’t even live in the same state as her? 
You shake yourself out of your thoughts as you readjust yourself on your bed. Seeing it’s already 10:28, you open your camera to make sure you look okay. Patting down the flyaway hairs, you smile at your reflection. Closing the app, you grab your water bottle to take a sip and calm your growing nerves.
Knowing you’ll be even more nervous if you keep staring at the seconds tick by, you open TikTok and scroll on your FYP to pass the time. You quickly realize that wasn’t the best idea, seeing as there are only edits of Paige on your screen. Your face becomes a bright red as you watch the videos and save them all. You close the app after seeing an edit that makes you feel certain things, fanning your face as you try to get rid of your blush. 
When you look at the time again, you shake your head in amusement. 10:35. In the years that you’ve known the blonde, there haven’t been many instances in which the girl has been on time. Usually, it bothers you to no end when someone is late. It makes you feel as though they don’t respect you enough to be on time. With the blonde, it’s different, however. 
It’s cute to see her all flustered, apologizing again and again for her tardiness. It makes you laugh when she pouts at you, complaining about how her laptop had to do another update, how her alarm didn’t go off, or how Geno always has it out for her during the practices before a call. You grin when she leaves out the part where she was once again being a menace at practice, teasing her about it after Nika texts you to let you know Paige will be late and why.
You send her a quick text, asking if she managed to piss off Geno again, before checking to see if the Croatian had texted you anything. After another 5 minutes pass, you frown a little, slightly worried about the blonde. When your phone buzzes, you sit up straighter, fluffing up your hair a bit as you prepare to start the call. Grabbing your phone, you expect a “Sorry I’m late! You ready?” message, but you deflate instead.
“Hey, sorry I can’t call 2day, feeling exhausted, rain check?” It reads.
Of course, this isn’t the first time Paige has had to cancel on you. You understood that her busy schedule left her incredibly exhausted, and you knew she hated herself every time she had to cancel. Usually she pushed through, calling you anyway and falling asleep within 10 minutes of the call. She’d apologize profusely, a big frown on her face as her eyes turn a murky blue in sadness. You always told her you didn’t mind, you actually found it cute how her tired eyes would slowly blink at you before finally closing. 
The fact that she actually canceled this time meant she didn’t feel good at all, so you let her know it was okay and that you’d talk soon. Once you wish her sweet dreams as she goes to take a nap, you close your laptop with more force than necessary. 
While you typically wouldn’t mind all that much, you did this time. You missed her like crazy, you hadn’t had the easiest week, all your friends were out having fun, and to top it all off, you were about to have your period, making you even crankier than usual. You sit in silence for a moment as you try to blink away your tears. You press your palms to your eyes as you shake your head. Slapping your cheeks softly, you try to snap out of it. “Don’t be such a little baby,” you think to yourself.
You get up and stretch before pausing in the middle of the room. You look around a little lost, unsure of what to do now that your plans fell through. You bite your lip as you think about the tub of ice cream you left in your freezer for when you had a bad day. You pout as you realize you’ll spend yet another Valentine’s Day watching a cheesy movie that’ll make you cry into your ice cream.
Right as you’re about to open the freezer, you hear a knock at the door. You throw your head back, holding in a groan as you debate pretending no one is home. You knew it was most likely your roommate, who knew you were going to be home, having forgotten her keys again, so you make your way over to the door. 
You take a quick peek into the mirror to check if your eyes look red from your mini breakdown, silently cursing when they do. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you open the door, ready to tell your roommate to not mention it.
You freeze as your jaw drops open. Paige is standing in the hallway, holding a bouquet of red roses and a big teddy bear, a wide smile carved on her face. “Surprise,” she says, her voice soft as she takes you in. You cover your mouth with your hand as tears well up in your eyes again. “Damn these hormones,” you think, blinking to make them go away.
Seeing your watery eyes, the blonde’s smile softens as she mutters a “C’mere.” You fall into her open arms, squeezing her tightly as you nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck. Paige leans her head against yours, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple. She slowly shuffles you backward into your dorm, using her foot to close the door behind her.
Once you realize the way you’re gripping onto her, you let her go, heat creeping up your face. You feel a bit embarrassed, but the feeling gets taken over by the happiness of finally being near the blonde again. “What’re you doing here?” You breathe out as you look at her in childlike wonder. “Wanted to spend Valentine’s with my favorite girl,” she replies, shoving the flowers and bear towards you. The butterflies in your stomach flutter around as you take the gifts with a wide smile, your cheeks bright red at the nickname.
You quickly put the flowers in a vase with some water before setting the teddy bear down on the couch. When you turn back towards Paige, you see her already staring at you with a soft look in her eyes. You skip back over to her, flinging yourself back into her arms, making her chuckle. “Thank you,” you mutter against her shirt, fondness seeping through in your voice.
You pull back slightly with a loving smile, looking up at her but not leaving her arms. She moves one hand away from your back, bringing it towards your face as she rubs your cheek. “Anything for you,” she mumbles as she takes in your face like she’s trying to memorize every bit of it. You can feel your face heat up, but you can’t look away. Your heart beats faster as you admire her, waiting to see what’s on her mind as you see different emotions swim around in her eyes. 
Softly clearing her throat, she steps back nervously as she takes an envelope out of her pocket. She shifts her weight from foot to foot as she looks down at the envelope, her throat bobbing as she swallows harshly. “I, uh,” she starts, biting her lip before looking up at you with an anxious yet hopeful look. “This is for you,” she says, handing you the envelope. You raise an eyebrow at her as you ask, “What’s this?”
“Jus open it,” she says, fidgeting with her sleeve. You open the envelope tentatively, a little nervous at how anxious the usually confident girl is. Folding open the pink letter, you scan the page, smelling her perfume as if she sprayed it on the paper. You smile in adoration as you see the usual scribbly handwriting, this time a little less messy. Taking a quick glance at the girl, you see her rub her neck, nodding at you to read it. Your heart skips a beat as you read the words. 
It’s… It’s a love confession. 
You grip the paper a little tighter as you read about how Paige has had a crush on you for the past two years and how much you mean to her. Your eyes stay glued to the page until you reach the end. “Will you be my valentine?” The last sentence reads.
You look up at her in shock, excitement bubbling in your chest. The athlete is still looking at you, her eyes wide and hopeful. “Really?” You whisper, not wanting to break the intimate atmosphere. She nods her head as she bites her lip shyly. A broad smile spreads across your face as you nod enthusiastically. “Yes!” You say, your voice a bit higher as you’re unable to contain your joy.
“Yeah?” Paige grins, her confident, cheerful self showing again. She grabs you again, lifting you up as she twirls you around. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips at the giddiness you’re feeling. “Okay, uhh, I’ve made dinner plans for tonight, but I was thinking we could just chill here for a bit and then go get lunch in that cute little café we went to last time I was here!” The blue-eyed girl beams.
You’re already nodding your head before she finishes her sentence, knowing you’d do anything with the girl. Seeing as you still have some time before you need to start getting ready, you drag the basketball player to your couch. You let her sit down first before settling down next to her and swinging your legs over her lap. You’d been in this position plenty of times before, but those times never felt as intimate as this time.
Your heart thrums in your chest as Paige immediately rests her hands on your legs, rubbing them softly as she relaxes into her seat. You hold your new teddy bear against your chest as you watch the blonde fondly. Catching you staring, she sends you a smirk, making you look down with a chuckle.
“So, how’d you manage to get coach to let you skip practice?” You ask, your head tilted in question. “Oh, that was easy, he loves me, so he said he’d let me skip for once,” she replies smoothly. You huff out a laugh as she says that, mischief clear in her eyes. “You’re such a liar,” you grin back. “Okay, okay, maybe that’s not exactly how it went,” she rolls her eyes playfully. You look at her triumphantly as she gives your leg a little squeeze, more amused than annoyed that you caught her. “He said I could skip, but that my next practice is gonna be extra hard.” 
You look at her in amusement but also slight worry. “You didn’t have to do this, you know? I would’ve been happy with just a phone call. I don’t want you to work yourself to the point of passing out,” you reply, your brows furrowed slightly in concern. She shakes her head, bringing one hand to your face to smooth out your frown. “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. Besides, I think I would’ve gone insane if I didn’t see you soon,” she says, her voice more vulnerable than you’re used to.
Your lips curve back into a smile as she continues. “And stop worrying about me so much, I’m okay. If things get too much, I’ll let you know, I promise.” She sticks out her pinky finger, grinning at you as you interlace yours with hers.
You two keep talking until it’s time to get ready for lunch. Seeing as Paige is already dressed, you leave her on your couch as you walk up to your closet to pick a nice outfit before running to the bathroom to put yourself together. Once you’re satisfied, you return to the couch, blushing as you see the blonde check you out. You raise your eyebrow and send her a teasing grin, letting her know you caught her. She simply sends you a smirk back as she gets up.
There’s not a moment of silence on the way to the café as you two talk about the latest things in your lives. You talk about classes, basketball, family, friends, and the weird dreams you’ve had. The conversation continues to flow during lunch and into the afternoon as you walk around the city with Paige. A smile is permanently etched into your face as you stroll around with your hand in the blonde’s. While her hand is a bit rough from playing so much basketball, it’s still very soft. She rubs her thumb across your knuckles as she animatedly talks about the shenanigans she’s been up to with the team.
When you stop for ice cream, you order your favorite flavor before noticing Paige taking another flavor you love. It confuses you a little, knowing she doesn’t really like it, but you don’t really pay any mind to it as you continue rambling about what your professor did last class. When you sit down, you enjoy your ice cream as you listen to the girl in front of you. She takes small bites in between sentences, making her still have half of it left when you’re done with yours. As she talks, she starts feeding you some of her cup, making you smile at how cheesy you two are being. You don’t mind, though, this is exactly what you’d dreamed of.
When you notice the blonde isn’t eating her ice cream anymore, only feeding you, you go to protest. You don’t get the chance to, however, as the girl knew what you were up to. She quickly shoves another spoonful into your mouth when you open it to speak, rolling your eyes playfully. She grins as she shrugs a little.
Once you two are done, you walk back towards your dorm, silently thanking your roommate for having her own plans and not being home. Once inside, you guide the blonde to your bed, plopping down as you put on a random show for background sounds. You spend hours talking about everything and nothing, laughing harder than you have in months. 
“So, this dinner, where are we going?” You ask Paige as you crane your neck up from where you’re lying against her. She pretends to lock her mouth and throw away the key, making you roll your eyes. “You’re so unhelpful, y’know that?” She laughs, knowing it’s true. “Can you at least tell me what the vibe is? Do I need to dress fancy?” You question as you get up and walk over to your closet. You rifle through your options as the athlete speaks. “Semi-formal, I guess,” she shrugs, getting up herself. “Where are you going?” You ask as she starts walking towards the door. 
“Gonna grab my bag from my car, I’m not going to dinner in this outfit,” she replies, making you nod in understanding. Once she’s gone, you pause for a moment, pinching yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming. When you know for sure you’re not, you let out an excited squeal before calming yourself down and getting ready. Once you’re dressed, you sit down in front of your mirror to apply some light make-up.
You hear Paige walk back in, having borrowed your keys, as you’re applying mascara. Once you’re done, you look at her through the mirror and send her a bashful smile. She doesn’t smile back, too enthralled by your beauty. You shake your head as you giggle, grabbing your lip gloss. You lean in a bit closer to the mirror, applying a thin layer of gloss to make your lips shine. You glance over at Paige, seeing her eye the applicator as you glide it across your lips. She swallows harshly when you make eye contact, looking away sheepishly as she walks over to get ready in the bathroom. 
You scroll through Instagram as you wait for the blonde, liking the Valentine’s Day posts from your friends. When you hear the bathroom door open, you glance up, your throat going dry. Paige always looked gorgeous, but right now, you think she’s never looked better. She smiles softly at you as you take her in. She doesn’t tease you about the way you’re basically drooling over her, knowing she’s just as enamored.
“You look beautiful,” she says, grabbing your hand and giving it a soft squeeze. “Says you,” you grin with rosy cheeks. Her eyes twinkle with happiness as she leads you to the door. “Oh, one sec!” You mutter, running back towards your dresser to grab something. You quickly put the tiny box in your bag before walking back over to Paige. “Alright, I’m ready,” you say, rocking back and forth in excitement.
You walk towards the taller girl’s car in comfortable silence, your hand in hers, fingers interlinked. You let her open the passenger door for you, chuckling at her as she gives you a bow. “M’lady,” she tries to say seriously, but she can’t stop the smile growing on her face. “You’re such a dork,” you reply as you get in, hoping she doesn’t notice the bright color of your cheeks.
Once you two are on the road, Paige takes one hand off of the steering wheel, putting her arm on the center console. You look at it for a moment before grabbing her hand and interlacing your fingers once more. You take a peek at the blonde to see her reaction and feel your stomach flutter when you see her sporting a tiny, content smile.
Once you get to the restaurant, you look around in awe. It was beautiful. You still can’t believe that all of this is real. That Paige Bueckers, your best friend, is taking you out on a date and treating you like a queen. Your cheeks hurt from how much you’ve been smiling all day. 
You two share a bottle of wine as you enjoy your food, letting one another taste each other’s dishes, grinning when you find the other’s food better. You giggle as you switch your plates around, not paying any mind to the looks you’re receiving. After finishing your meal, you order dessert, sharing the sweet treat, feeling pretty full from dinner. 
Once you’re done, Paige pulls out a wrapped box with a tiny ribbon bow. For a moment you’re confused where it came from, but you quickly dismiss your confusion. “Paige, you didn’t have to get me anything! You’ve already paid for everything today,” you whine, feeling bad about how much the girl is spending on you. “Oh hush,” she says, “I love spoiling my girl.” “Your girl, huh?” You tease with a grin. She rolls her eyes lightheartedly. “Open itttt,” she says impatiently.
You giggle as you open it, letting out a gasp as you see the bracelet inside. “Paige…” you breathe out, “this is beautiful.” “Yeah? You like it?” She asks, hoping you’re speaking the truth. You nod eagerly, flashing her a toothy smile as you brush your thumb over the P charm. “I was scared it would be too possessive, giving you something with my initial on it for our first date,” she admits, scratching her temple. “I love it, P,” you say, letting her help you put it on.
You grab your bag, pulling out your own gift box. “You didn’t,” Paige grins as you hand it to her. “I did,” you grin back. “How? You didn’t even know I was coming today,” she asks, giving you a curious look. “I got this a while back and was just waiting for the perfect moment to give it to you,” you say, your heart drumming in your ears as you nervously wait for her reaction. Her face lights up at the sight of the new chain you’d gotten her. She lifts it out of the box, letting it shine in the dim restaurant lights.
She taps the tiny basketball pendant as it swings on the chain. The blonde sends you a radiant smile, her eyes shining with love. “Thank you,” she says, adoration clear in her voice. You raise one finger, making her pause. You rummage in your bag, grabbing a tiny plastic bag, before handing it to her with a smirk. She holds it close, laughing as she realizes what it is. Opening the bag, she grabs the tiny charm, twirling it between her fingers. “I see we had the same idea,” she smiles, her cheeks becoming a soft pink at the thought of wearing your initial on her neck. 
You help her put it on before waving over the waiter for the bill. You begrudgingly let Paige pay, knowing you’d never win that fight against her. You hold her hand as you walk towards her car, squeezing it softly. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst with joy and adoration. Once you reach the car, you look at the taller girl as she pauses. 
Her eyes flit over your face as she softly grabs your hips. She steps closer, gently pushing you against the car. She leans in closer, her eyes looking into yours with a questioning look. Your heart skips a beat as you nod lightly. The blue-eyed girl leans even closer, her lips hovering over yours for a moment to give you an extra second to change your mind. When you don’t, she presses her lips against yours in a slow but deep kiss. You grab her face, trying to pull her even closer as you close your eyes. After a minute, you pull away slightly to catch your breath. You move your hands towards her neck as you play with her baby hairs. The smile she sends you makes you weak in the knees, making you silently thank God that you’re leaning against the car. 
“Be mine?” Paige breathes, her question sounding almost like a statement. You don’t need to think twice as you nod, pulling her into another kiss.
You know it won’t be easy, being in a relationship while you’re miles apart, but you know that it’s all worth it when you get to call this amazing girl yours.
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withwritersblock · 1 year ago
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If You Love Her
~If You Love Her by Forest Blakk~
Author's Note: requested! First Ethan piece :) italics are flashbacks Summary: Ethan and Y/N Hughes are secretly dating and Luke gets protective over his older sister Warnings: err idk tbh Word Count: 2,216 Ethan Edwards x Hughes!fmreader
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It wasn’t entirely serious between them, it was more casual than anything. She wanted more and Ethan wanted more but it was a sticky situation. Her brother, Luke, used to be Ethan’s teammates and roommate. 
At first it was nice having his older sister Y/N hang around, she was only a year older than Luke. She was nice, matched his energy really well. It was nice having another Hughes around. 
The boys renewed the lease and she ended up moving into Luke’s old room. Luke was hesitant on allowing her to do that, barging in on his territory but Y/N can be really persuasive.
She slowly started getting closer with the boys, especially Ethan.
She paced the hallway, unsure of how she would go about this. She needed a date. It wasn’t optional as her sorority was having a themed party. You were required to bring a partner. She was going to bring her girl best friend but she was in a different sorority. It would be against the rules. 
So, here she was pacing the hallway trying to decide if it would be weird to ask him if he could be her date. Or plus one. She spun around quickly at the sound of the door creaking open. Ethan stepped out of his room, shirtless wearing dark blue sweatpants. His hair was messily laid across his forehead as he shifted his gaze towards Y/N.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked, a smile on his lips. She froze as she trailed her gaze up his frame. She clenched her jaw. 
“I need a plus one to my sorority party, event thing, and I was going to see if you wanted to come. I know it’s crazy last minute and it doesn’t give you a lot of time to get ready-”
He took a step towards her, tilted his head to the side, “Are you asking me to be your date?” Ethan asked a teasing smirk on his lips. She held up her finger as she pressed her lips together. 
“I think I said, plus one, anyways. Can you wear a suit?” she asked. His eyes widened as he chuckled nervously. 
“This requires a suit?” he asked. She nodded desperately. “What do I get in return for being your plus one?” he asked sarcastically. 
She met his gaze as she fought the smile forming to her lips, “We’ll see,” she said as she walked backwards back towards her room.
After two hours they were finishing getting ready in the bathroom together. She adjusted the short blue dress on her frame. “I don’t understand how it’s required for you to have a date to this,” he asked as he sprayed his cologne on his neck, then his body. 
“We’re supposed to bring someone so we can fill space, look like we are actually fundraising with a huge crowd,” she explained as she ran her fingers through his hair. He nodded a smirk toying to his lips.
“So I’m your trophy husband,” he let out teasingly. She rolled her eyes as she met his gaze, she laughed.
“Sure,” she smiled. He dropped his head slightly as he took a deep breath.
“You know Duker and Mark were also home, you could’ve asked them.”
She scanned his features, admiring his eyes. She always loved his eyes. “You’re my favorite in the house,” she expressed. 
“No other reason?” he questioned scanning her features. She bit her bottom lip as she shook her head slowly. “Okay, let’s get going,” he mumbled as he walked backwards towards the door, holding out his hand for her.
All of the boys kept it a secret from Luke, despite talking with him a couple times a week; they kept it to themselves. They weren’t entirely sure what they were trying to keep secret, as Ethan and Y/N were always hot and cold. 
One day they would be all over each other, the next they were simply just friends. Today was Luke’s first game against the Red Wings. The boys and Y/N were planning on driving up to Detroit to watch the game. It was also Y/N’s birthday on the same day.
Ethan was laying beside her, carefully watching her sleep. Texting with the other boys to set up a morning birthday surprise. Today was one of the many days where he stayed the night in her room. It was hard keeping it from Luke, but he was starting to fall for her and it was becoming more and more obvious.
They were always together for the last two months, it was safe to say Luke was getting suspicious. She stirred beside him, her eyes slowly opening. “Happy birthday,” Ethan whispered as he rolled to face her. She met his gaze, a small smile formed to her lips as she stretched her body. 
“Thank you,” she whispered. Ethan quickly jolted away from the bed, throwing a hoodie over his frame. He hit send on his text and a mere second passed before the other boys in the house busted into the room singing happy birthday. 
She quickly jolted up, laughing as she brushed her fingers through her hair. She began laughing as she saw Dylan holding a large plate of birthday cake pancakes. Mark held his phone up as he was recording her reaction. She covered her face with her hands as she was laughing. Her gaze switched towards Ethan who was standing beside the bed.
“-to you!” the boys finished singing as Dylan dramatically holds the large plate in front of her to blow out the candle. She blew out the candle as she shyly covered her face in her hands again.
“I just woke up, should’ve let me shower before you filmed me,” she mumbled as she looked towards Ethan.
“That’s no fun,” he mumbled as he walked towards her, leaning down and puckering his lips. She rolled her eyes playfully before she pecked his lips.
“Thank you guys, this means a lot,” she let out as she looked towards each of the boys, “Please tell me you guys are eating this with me, I can’t finished this,” she said as Dylan handed her the plate. 
“We all have forks,” Dylan said as they all pulled forked from their pockets at the same time. Mackie handed Ethan and Y/N forks as well. Ethan placed her lap desk onto the bed and she placed the plate down. 
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The drive to Detroit took a lot longer than they had thought, which meant Y/N had to sit on Ethan’s lap a lot longer than expected because there was only seven seats and there was eight of them in total. Ethan didn’t mind, but Y/N was worried that Luke would see her once they all got to the restaurant. 
She kept her hand loosely around his neck as he supported her by wrapped his arms around her waist, her feet dangled onto Dylan’s lap. He kept untieing her shoes to mess with her. 
“How’s your birthday so far?” Ethan asked as he ran his hands up and down her exposed thigh, slowly, seductively. She turned her head towards him, as she played with the ends of his hair. Her fingertips grazed the skin along his neck. 
“It’s been really great,” she mumbled as she leaned towards him, kissing him. After a few seconds Dylan tugged on her foot.
“Will you guys wait till we get home,” Dylan groaned out. Y/N pulled away, a shy smile on her lips as she dropped her head against Ethan’s shoulder. He simply smirked towards Dylan. “What are you guys even doing anyway?” Dylan pressed as he tapped his fingers against the tip of her shoe. Y/N clenched her jaw as she lifted her head from Ethan’s shoulder. 
“Just having fun, you should try it sometimes Duker,” she teased. The entire car started laughing at her reply. Dylan rolled his eyes. Mackie parked the car in the parking lot of the giant restaurant. The boys slowly started climbing out of the car one by one. 
After Dylan and Rutger climbed out of the car, Y/N slowly climbed off of Ethan’s lap as she manuvered out of the car. Luke and Jack were waiting for them by the front of the restaurant. The whole group of boys were already saying hello to Luke and Jack when Ethan and Y/N finally approached the group.
“Happy birthday, little sis,” Jack expressed as he quickly engulfed her in a hug.
“Thank you,” she said as she slowly pulled away as she turned towards her younger brother. Luke hugged her tightly.
“Happy birthday,” he mumbled as he stared towards Ethan. Ethan was oblivious as he was talking with Jack. 
They all walked into the restaurant and were seated immediately as they had called ahead. They got the table at the center of the restaurant. Jack and Luke sat on the opposite ends of the table as Jack wanted to talk to the boys, many of them have looked up to him. Luke sat at the end of the table, across from Ethan and Y/N. It was as if it wasn’t a discussion for Ethan and Y/N to sit beside one another. It completely through Luke off. 
Ethan leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Duker has a point,” he pulled away. She turned her head to the side to scan his features. She took a small breath in before she shifted her gaze down towards the menu in front of her.
“What’s everyone thinking?” she asked, picking it up. Ethan looked over her side profile for a few seconds before he reluctantly looked away. His gaze ended up meeting Luke’s furious gaze. Ethan quickly dropped his eye towards the menu. 
“Steak from here is really good,” Rutger expressed from the other end of the table. Ethan nodded as he took a small sip of the lemon water in front of him. 
“They have spinach dip, you love that,” Y/N observed as she leaned towards Ethan. Luke continued to stare towards them, furiously. Ethan nodded as he absentmindedly reached beneath the table and rested his hand onto her thigh. Luke looked down, watching Ethan. He instantly kicked him. Ethan jolted. 
“Dude?!” Ethan let out as he met Luke’s gaze.
“Sorry, my foot fell asleep,” he let out while smiling. Ethan took in a sharp breath as he shifted his gaze back towards the menu. Y/N stared towards Luke with a disgusted look on her face. 
“Do you have a problem?” she asked him. Luke pouted his lips as he shook his head. The boys further down the table, looked towards her. “Then stop being an ass,” she whispered before she glanced towards Ethan. Luke rolled his eyes while clenching his jaw. 
“What’s the deal with you two?” Luke asked, his eyes widened. He was shocked he even spit out the words. “I mean why were you already in her room in her birthday video this morning?” Luke questioned. Y/N shifted her gaze towards Mark who was several seats away. He shrugged as he looked back down towards the water.
Ethan nervously rested his hand onto her thigh, it was a reflex at this point. “Dude, seriously?” Luke let out as he pointed beneath the table. Ethan huffed, a smile forming to his lips.
“We’re together, okay? Is that the answer all of you want? I know you guys seem to be up our asses about what we’re doing. So fine, you want us to put a label on it?” she glared towards Dylan who was sitting directly across from her, “Ethan and I are dating, happy?” she shifted her gaze towards Luke. 
Ethan looked towards her, a small smile on his lips. “We are?” his voice was barely audible. She turned her head to meet his gaze, she smiled excitedly. The entire table erupted into cheers except Luke. Ethan leaned towards her kissing her briefly.
Luke still stared towards Ethan furiously for a few seconds before he took a deep breath. He watched the genuine smile on his sister’s lips. Ethan reluctantly shifted his gaze towards Luke. “I will actually kill you if you hurt her,” Luke let out simply before he shifted his gaze back down towards the menu.
Ethan’s eyes widened, “Got it,” he mumbled before he looked back towards Y/N. “Is that his approval?” he whispered into her ear. She rolled her eyes playfully. 
“The best we’re gonna get,” she whispered.
Luke glanced down, noticing Ethan’s hand gliding up and down her thigh. He kicked him again. Ethan huffed slightly as he forced his gaze towards Luke. Slowly lifting his hand away from her frame, showing Luke both his hands as he gripped the menu. 
Y/N tilted her head to the side as she stared towards her younger brother. He looked away as if he wasn’t doing anything. She clenched her jaw as she forced a tight lip smile on her lips. 
“You never answered my question,” Luke said, meeting Ethan’s gaze. Ethan smiled while laughing.
“What now, Hughesy?” Ethan asked as he shook his head. 
“What were y’all doing in her room before the video?” he asked. 
“Sleeping! My God Lukey, will you stop?” she said while laughing.
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pupyuj · 1 year ago
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— jiwon reunites with you, her old fling, at her brother’s bachelor party and with the sparks still in the air, you don’t waste any time to get familiar with her once more…
word count: 5.2k.
dynamic: dom!bottom!liz x sub!top!reader.
warnings: age gap (it's not much!), unnie kink, fwb to lovers, nipple play, oral fixation, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, orgasm denial, edging.
a/n: FINALLY! a jiwon fic from moi 😭😭 this was supposed to be posted earlier on valentine's day but alas 💀 i really do wish i could've dropped something for feb 14th but back then i was bitter, lonely, sad, and angry so trying to write something cute and lovey-dovey was just not ideal LMAO but anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this fic 💚 only one more member and i will have officially written a fic for each of the ive unnies! WE CAN DO IT!! 😤✨ also i'm pretty sure i'm missing some warnings/tags but i'm too sleepy to remember them so...
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jiwon doesn’t know why she agreed to chaperone her grown brother to his stupid bachelor party. as far as she knew, it was a boy thing. according to her brother, however, she was an exception and so, jiwon finds herself seated at the farthest corner of the bar in what might be the most expensive nightclub she has ever set foot in. she hasn’t even downed her first drink yet—she merely made a tiny tornado with the small umbrella while keeping an eye on her little brother and his ridiculous group of friends.
some of them were familiar to her, some weren’t. and some have repeatedly asked for her number in the past two and a half hours they’ve been in the place. it was after the eleventh time it happened that jiwon decided to go on her lonesome and sat on that one corner of the bar, silently waiting for the little party to end so she could get her nice, long and certainly well-deserved, sleep. jiwon really wished that she came up with some boring excuse to avoid this event. unfortunately, she couldn’t say no to her brother who was so kind to include her! 
perhaps he knew that jiwon needed to look at something that wasn’t the view from the big windows of that fancy condominium where she lives. on top of all that, jiwon has been working harder than usual. but that’s only because she quite literally has nothing else to do in her life. all of her friends were busy, she was busy, and it’s not like she can just hit up her coworkers for a quick drink after work when she barely knew them. in hindsight, jiwon sort of needed this!
jiwon raises her glass to her lips, but stops midway when something curious catches her attention. a girl, a bit younger than jiwon herself, confidently marches up towards her brother and does a very familiar handshake with him before hugging him tightly. jiwon watches as the girl and her brother chat a bit. they exchanged a few jokes here and there, the girl hands him a small bag (a gift to his soon-to-be wife, possibly), then her brother whispers in the girl’s ear as he exchanges glances with jiwon, and suddenly both of them were looking at her from across the nightclub.
jiwon nearly drops her glass when she sees the girl’s face clearly. it was you—(y/n) (l/n), her brother’s former roommate and best friend all throughout college! jiwon has met you before! back when her life was a goddamn mess and her entire family thought that you were her brother’s girlfriend. but then it turns out you were more like… his sister from a different family and so that was when you and jiwon started getting to know each other.
perhaps you got to know each other a bit too well… because jiwon remembers all those times when the two of you would hang out in her room for hours and f—
“jiwon-unnie!”
the blonde haired girl springs up from her seat and waved as you squeezed through multiple crowds of people until you got to her. wow, you were beautiful. taller, older, and obviously so much prettier than the last time jiwon saw you.
which was in between her le—
“i missed you so much!” you engulfed jiwon in a crushing bear-hug which she awkwardly returned. “oh wow, unnie, you’re gorgeous! blonde fits you so well.” you were saying as you pulled away, taking in all of jiwon’s features and even threading her soft hair from behind. jiwon got goosebumps under your touch—how the fuck was she supposed to act normal in this situation?
“i am so glad you’re here because as much as i love him, i’m not as much of a boys girl anymore.” you pulled jiwon back to her seat, taking the empty one right beside hers and immediately telling the bartender about your favorite drink. jiwon finds herself completely speechless. literally. you were vibrant, you were chatty, you were so charming—everything jiwon remembers that you were all those years ago.
“mmm. never gets old.” you said after taking the first sip of your drink. you then turned to jiwon who flinched upon making eye contact with you. “what have you been doing these days, unnie? i know you’re like, some kind of big deal at this rich-people company you work for but you know… what else?” you eyed jiwon up and down before smiling at her. not even the darkness and the nearly seizure-inducing lights of the nightclub could hide that familiar glint in your eyes, but jiwon chose to ignore them.
she couldn’t help but glance at how your skirt is hiked up after you’ve put one leg over the other though.
“um, i haven’t been doing much, really. just… work and making sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” jiwon said, nodding her head to her brother who was pretty buzzed at this time.
you laughed, “you guys never really changed, huh? glad to see it.” you took another sip of your drink.
“only this time i’m helping him with his road to being a husband instead of a project due in thirty minutes.” jiwon shakes her head at the memory, and she likes the way it makes you smile brightly.
“right… and are you still with wonyoung-ssi?” you asked with caution. yet you stared at jiwon as you did so, making sure she sees your ulterior motive through your eyes. jiwon feels herself crumbling under the weight of your stare, as much as she tries to put up a fight of her own.
“no… no, that’s been over for a while now.” it was a good breakup. one that ended with laughter rather than tears and anger. jiwon still talks with wonyoung to this day. why, only a week ago, wonyoung had called jiwon about her brother’s wedding! she expressed her regret about not being able to attend it due to scheduling conflicts—the life of an acclaimed supermodel was busy after all!
you looked significantly happier with the news, now gulping down your drink with a smile on your face. “h-how about you? he never told me what you did after you guys graduated…” jiwon attempts to have some control of the situation—sitting up straight, staring back at you with the same intensity, and all. was she successful? no. jiwon’s blushes as you held your stare with hers, an amused smirk now on your lips before you flipped your hair over your shoulder.
shiiit, jiwon remembers how perfect your neck looks while covered with marks left by her… oh gods, what is wrong with her?!
“well, after college, i did try getting my career started… but that didn’t work out. i ended up going back to my hometown to get back in touch with my heart and all that sentimental bullshit, and it actually worked,” you giggled, your hand brushing across your hair. “i know what i want to do in my life, but for now, i’m just…” you trailed off, raising your drink as well as quirking your eyebrow. “having fun before i can’t.” now your glass is finally empty.
“that’s good. and i’m glad the two of you are still friends. i was worried you’d grow apart.” it always made jiwon smile when she came home after a rough day at her old job and seeing you and her brother in the house, chatting and fooling around as if you weren’t burdened by all your commitments and responsibilities. it had always been refreshing seeing you, and it still is.
you propped your elbow on the table and put your chin on your palm, flashing jiwon a teasing smile, “did you miss me, unnie?”
and just like that, every ounce of confidence jiwon built up evaporates into nothing. she laughs awkwardly, hiding behind her drink, “o-of course! it was weird not seeing you guys together all the time, you know!” another awkward laugh. jiwon felt ridiculous and childish.
“no, unnie,” you moved closer, putting your hand on jiwon’s arm. she turned her head to look at you again and there you were, staring at her with clouded eyes. you then leaned closer and put your other arm behind her, your lips ghosting above her ear. shitshitshit, that’s too close. “did you miss me?”
what happened moments later isn’t exactly what jiwon would say was… a mistake. hell, it was far from it.
being trapped between the door of your hotel room and yourself while getting her neck marked up and her clothes slowly stripped down is the most eventful jiwon’s night has been.
jiwon could feel her brother’s worry all the way from here… well, it’s mainly because she knew that all the buzzing that her phone was doing in her pocket was because of him mass texting her about her whereabouts. she couldn’t be bothered to text him back right now though, not when you were already trailing your hand up her thigh and sliding it underneath her skirt. this felt familiar, and it felt good. feeling you gently rub her wet cunt through her panties felt good, feeling you softly biting on her collarbone felt good, seeing those cute eyes of yours asking for permission while you tugged on her panties felt good.
how long has it been since jiwon felt this kind of rush in her life? too long, she’d say. so why not make the most out of it?
jiwon cups your cheeks and crashes her lips into yours for the first time that night. your lips tasted like blueberries (from whatever you were drinking earlier), and jiwon loved the way you kissed her rather clumsily as if you didn’t expect her to do it first. jiwon couldn’t get enough. she pushes you further inside the room, discarding you of your jacket while doing so. she sits you down on the edge of the bed before separating from your lips and suddenly walking off, leaving you confused and slightly light-headed.
turns out, jiwon only went away to turn the lampshade on, illuminating the room with a warm orange glow before going back to you. she stared you down with hooded eyes, lust replacing the kind look in her irises that you knew and loved, and then she gently grabs your jaw, tilting your head up. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to soothe that ache in your core. god, you missed her.
“make this worth it, (y/n).” jiwon says coldly. even jiwon herself was surprised at her tone, but something in her brain liked how you crumbled under her stare. compared to the timid, nervous jiwon from earlier, bossy and demanding and… kind of harsh jiwon just did something right to you.
“you’ve always been worth it.” you pulled jiwon towards you by her hips, making her sit down on your lap. you feel her brushing your hair with her fingers, allowing you to release the tension on your shoulders and just melt into her. you’ve missed her warmth, and she’s missed yours. jiwon didn’t understand why you left when you did… but that was a question you were going to answer for her later.
much, much later.
jiwon moans softly as you start kissing her neck. your hands get busy with the remaining buttons on her shirt, revealing more of her skin for you to mark up throughout the night. you’ve already left some earlier, and they were starting to show across her chest but that wasn’t enough. you slowly pull off her shirt and let it drop to the ground, then your hands travel lower on jiwon’s body, stopping at the waistband of her skirt.
you were eager to touch her—unzipping her skirt and whining to get her to stand up and let it fall at her feet before you pulled her back into you. jiwon couldn’t help but laugh while you kissed her hungrily, and then she giggled even more when you rolled around and made her lay on her back on the bed.
you pouted cutely as you observed her and her baby pink lingerie, “hmm… were you expecting to sleep with someone in that club, unnie? you looked prepared.”
jiwon thought it was the perfect time to tease such a normally confident girl like you. so she nodded with a shit-eating grin, “the lady bartender was cute actually.” she laughs when you suddenly hop off of her abdomen, choosing to sit on the side of the bed instead. you were taking off your shoes, setting them aside before starting to discard yourself of your jewelry and putting them on the bedside table. jiwon watches you intently, her desire for you only growing by the second.
“come on, get in here already.”  jiwon tugged on your sleeve, more than ready to feel your lips on her skin once again. she decided to sit up and help you with your dress though, reaching for the zipper and slowly pulling it down. she didn’t waste the opportunity to leave kisses on the back of your neck, all the way down to the middle of your back, making sure that her lipstick sticks on your skin and smiling satisfied once she sees that it did.
finally, jiwon could see all of you after all these years, and you were just as beautiful as the last time she saw you. jiwon couldn’t resist immediately grabbing your face and kissing you as you climbed into the bed—she longed to feel your skin against hers again and now that you were here, she doesn’t think she ever wants to let you go like she did back then. so, jiwon holds onto you tightly, letting you settle yourself on top of her once again while your hands impatiently explore her perfect body. your hands reach behind jiwon, unclasping her bra and throwing it aside, your hands quickly finding themselves busy fondling her soft breasts.
it was cute to see that you still adored her tits as much as you did back then. you did that thing you always did when you were intimate with jiwon, kissing all over her chest, making sure to cover every inch of skin while still massaging her tits. jiwon caresses your hair as you did your job, laughing softly in an adoring way, her smile only widening when you look up at her with your own grin.
“you’re so pretty, jiwon-unnie.” you gave the older girl one last quick kiss on the lips before leaning down and taking her nipple in your mouth. jiwon gasps at the feeling of your warm tongue slowly swirling around her nipple. it was familiar, like all of the other things you’ve done to her so far, but it also felt new at the same time. because this time, the two of you were much older, and you were doing this purely out of your true feelings for each other rather than a decision made on a whim. jiwon moans loudly when you softly and carefully bite on the hard bud, but she was quick to regain composure when she notices something quite… well, interesting.
jiwon sees how you humped the mattress slightly, trying your best to soothe that buzzing in your core on your own. jiwon decides to swiftly slide her thigh in between your legs and press it against your wet cunt, feeling all satisfied when you whine and start slowly grinding on her thigh for further stimulation. your hand that was pinching her other nipple was now gripping the sheets as you started riding jiwon’s thigh faster, whining even more as you feverishly sucked and nipped on her tit. jiwon grins, loving how she hasn’t lost her special little talent of reducing you to her obedient pet. she starts meeting your little thrusts by raising her thigh—somehow, the sight of you like this had her soaked, but you haven’t noticed at all. you were too busy trying to get yourself off!
you had to let go of jiwon’s nipple eventually, now hugging her close and whining at her chest because you were feeling so good. you’ve started shaking and your moans were shorter and higher—it only meant one thing! jiwon takes a fistful of your hair and pulls your face up to make you look at her, ignoring how you winced at the pain.
“don’t cum.” she says strictly, her grip on your hair tightening by the second the more you thrust into her thigh.
“b-but..! hnng.. i’m s-so close…! so close…” the pout, the tears, that desperate tone in your voice… jiwon almost wanted to fold, but she wasn’t in the mood for that.
“you don’t get to cum before me ever, remember? be good.”
as much as it upset you, you slowly decreased your pace until you were merely sitting on her thigh. jiwon smiles—she was happy to know that she still had some sort of hold over you. she knew she always did! why, you were always clingy towards jiwon whenever her brother invited you over, and that was even before the two of you started sleeping with each other. she always used it to her advantage, mostly in bed, of course. something else jiwon always liked: that pitiful look on your cute face when she denies you of your release. you’d always look so timid after, afraid that if you spoke incorrectly, jiwon might stop the whole thing entirely.
but jiwon was never that cruel. she’d tease you, sure, but she would always make sure to give you what you want. just as long as she gets hers first.
“look,” you watched as jiwon’s hand traveled down from her stomach to her panties. she was drenched; your fault. “do something.” she demands. shit. the dark tone in her voice and the stern look on her face was enough to get you to move lower. you pulled off jiwon’s panties, your heart beating so fast for no goddamn reason. it has been a very long time since you have seen jiwon, let alone like this. acting like this, looking at you like this. it’s got you weak.
you stared at jiwon’s pussy. soaked, tight, perfect, and most importantly, all for you.
“how cute. you’re practically drooling.” jiwon impatiently puts her hand atop your head and brings your face closer to her needy cunt. you hoisted her legs over your shoulder, then you started leaving kisses along her inner thighs—deep and sensual kisses, slow and careful right up until your lips barely ghosted above her pussy. jiwon stares at you with anticipation, you stare back at her; your eyes now dark and hungry. you keep eye contact as you licked up her cunt once, smirking while you felt jiwon’s entire body shiver at the feeling. she pushes your head a little closer, so fucking desperate that you almost wanted to be petty and tease her, but she would probably hit you for that.
and so, you give her what she wants. within seconds of your lips touching her cunt once more, you were practically making out with it. goosebumps appeared along your skin as your tongue slowly got familiar with jiwon’s taste again. it felt right, like the stars have finally realigned themselves after years of floating about the expansive universe, lost. you put your hands to use, spreading her lips apart and pleasuring her clit.
“g-good…! there… mmhn.. (y/n)-ah…!” jiwon grabs a fistful of your hair again, pushing you impossibly closer to her cunt, practically grinding it against your face. you wrap your lips around the sensitive bud, sucking softly and moaning at jiwon’s sheer taste. fuck, it was all too good. you use one hand to grip one of her thighs, sinking your nails down to her skin, and spreading it further so you could have room.
“fuck..! i want to cum, (y/n)… m-more, more..! please…” jiwon’s back arches right as you flick the sensitive bud. you slipped your tongue inside her cunt, making jiwon moan just a tad bit louder than the hotel room walls would recommend her to. the next rooms most likely heard that—good. everyone needs to know how amazing you make her feel. how you’re the only one who can make her feel this way. and everyone’s going to know it again; you used your free hand to rub jiwon’s clit since your tongue was too busy inside her.
normally, this would’ve made jiwon cum. but she was strong this time around. “fucking—god, (y/n)…! more.. more…” jiwon pleads while on the verge of tears. you free her thigh of your grip and hold her hand instead, at least it helped her ground herself at least. the more you used your tongue inside her, the more you felt her clench. her grip gets tighter, both on your hand and on your hair. you briefly glanced upwards and saw her closing her eyes shut—she was close. but you found yourself being torn between letting her reach her climax now, stall a bit longer, or… make her orgasm just a lot stronger.
you pulled out your tongue from her cunt. jiwon hisses and nearly hits you on the head for slowing down and going back to sucking on her clit as you previously did. she glared at you, but was immediately back to being at your mercy when you unexpectedly inserted two of your fingers inside her. god, she was still tight. you stared in awe as you fucked jiwon in an excrutiatingly slow pace, merely watching as her pussy clenches around your digits. you pushed further, now knuckle-deep inside jiwon. you could cum from the sensation of her spongy walls brushing against your fingertips alone but you had to keep her rule in mind.
“m-mouth… use your mouth, (y/n).. ah!” and happily you did! your mouth and fingers worked in unison on jiwon’s pussy—every time you pulled out, you’d suck and lick her clit, the routine now going back to you. you’re remembering all the things she liked done to her, even down to the tiniest details. like eye contact. your eyes fluttered open, peering at jiwon through your fringe. she was already staring at you, her face contorted to show much pleasure you were bringing to her. jiwon has never once tried to conceal her noises and she wasn’t going to ask you to slow down or anything either. you both needed this, and unfortunately for this entire damn hotel, they were going to know just how much.
jiwon loosens her grip on your head once she realizes just how tight she was holding it, now threading your hair and only gently nudging you closer whenever she thinks your mouth isn’t doing enough. you curled your fingers inside her, making her tense up once more and bring her to that familiar edge. “please, please, please…!” jiwon whispers desperately like a prayer with a single tear running down her cheek. you increased your pace and buried your face in her cunt, not caring about making a mess of your face. all you cared about was satisfying your jiwon-unnie, and that you were successful when you brought her to a mind-blanking orgasm with a single flick of your tongue.
a long moan escapes jiwon’s lips as you continue to eat her out through her climax. god, she was delectable. you were determined to not waste a single drop of her cum, lapping her up like a dog and once more relishing at the taste of her juices on your tongue. you pull out your fingers as well, making sure jiwon sees you sucking on it to show her just how much you enjoy how she tastes. jiwon was beyond flustered and she was feeling all sorts of things—overwhelmed, weak, and perhaps most importantly of all, so fucking desperate to make you feel just as good.
you don’t hear her at first. jiwon was speaking in a small voice since she was still weak from everything you did, but you do hear her later on. “come here, baby,” the nickname practically sends you scurrying over on top of her again. jiwon wipes your chin clean with her hand, smiling brightly at you as she pulls you in for a sweet kiss. she can taste herself on your lips and your tongue, and a part of her understands why you’re so addicted. “unnie’s turn, hm?” she whispers against your lips… but her kisses have sent your brain elsewhere, hence your surprised gasp when you felt her gently rub your clit through your panties.
“hah… you’re still super sensitive here?” jiwon asked.
“t-that’s my clit, unnie.. of course, i’m—ahh—sensitive there…” cheeky. even when you’re the one at her mercy now. you pulled your panties off, throwing over to the pile of clothes on the carpeted floor. jiwon was teasing you: tracing your lips with her fingers, barely letting her fingertips touch your entrance, and not even giving your clit the attention it needs now. you whine as you grind down on jiwon’s hand, desperate for more contact but she refuses to touch you.
“aww, what’s with that face?” jiwon coos, laughing slightly. you had a mix of desperation and irritation on your face. it was annoying how she was being annoying, especially at such a crucial time but you knew the exact thing you had to do to get her going.
“unnie. please. i need you…” you pleaded. jiwon leans back on the pillow behind her, finding it so amusing to watch you slowly lose every ounce of self-respect just so you can cum. fuck, if jiwon wanted to be cruel, she could! she could make you beg all night, see those pretty eyes of yours shine with tears as you cry… the sick part of jiwon really wanted it all to come true, but she’s missed you too much to prolong this any further. and so, she pushes your face closer to her by the back of your neck, kissing you passionately just to get you to calm down.
one word jiwon would use to describe how she felt for the events that followed? relieving.
it was relieving to feel your warmth around the three fingers she inserted in your pussy at once, to feel your tongue inside her mouth, to bleed slightly from the way you held onto her arms so tightly, and it was most relieving to hear you say her name so sweetly. you can have such a dirty mouth with so many vulgar words to say, especially from years before when you were younger, but whenever you were with jiwon, you were a different person. jiwon was one of the only people who you allowed to see you like this: soft, weak, and so endearing. it seems like you haven’t changed that aspect about you, and that fact within itself was relieving to jiwon.
“unnie…!” you buried your head on the crook of jiwon’s neck as you felt every inch of her fingers brush against all of your sweet spots. as expected, things were always different when it came to jiwon. being so vulnerable to other people terrified you to the point where it was almost impossible to let your heart open to them, but jiwon made it so simple. but now that you were right here, looking at jiwon and feeling her everywhere, maybe it wasn’t just simply her that made it possible for you to let yourself fall.
wait… fall?
yes. fall. all this time—you’ve fallen for jiwon but too many things made it complicated for you to fully embrace it. but now you are ready.
“i’m so happy, (y/n),” jiwon’s voice felt like a dream. you almost couldn’t hear her properly due to how much her fingers overwhelmed you. the older girl used her free hand to lift your chin, making you look at her, before kissing your lips—it has always been her favorite thing to do. “i’m so happy you came back to me. i don’t know how to express how much i missed you… surely not with words, not even with this…” jiwon plunges her fingers deep, shushing you while you moan loudly. god, she knew you too well. knew which spot to hit to get you to lose your mind, knew the exact words to whisper in your ear when she notices you were slipping away from reality, and knew exactly how to make your heart beat like it never has before.
jiwon pulls her index finger out, now fucking you faster than she ever has with the only fingers she has inside you. “good girl. god, baby… you’re getting me wet again.” jiwon locks one of her legs around yours, keeping you in place. her palm slams against your sensitive clit, bringing tears to your eyes even though you grinded on her hand desperately to feel it over and over again. part of the reason why jiwon always needed to be the one to be fucked first is because you get so tired after your turn that you just pass out, and you never got out of that habit it seems. jiwon sees how the light was escaping your eyes, it was only a matter of time before you were too exhausted to keep yourself awake.
“hm, we have to be careful, huh? can you handle it, love?”
you nodded frantically, afraid that she’d slow down had you answered otherwise, “y-yes..! ahh, yes, i can. i can, unnie.. i can—mmhn..! i can take it…” you started moving your hips, riding jiwon’s fingers just to get closer and closer for that climax you’ve been chasing after the entire night. jiwon was thoroughly amused at how determined you were. normally, you’d give up or tap out if you found it all too much, but jiwon knows you want to be good for her. especially after all this time.
“you’re so cute… but don’t worry, baby,” jiwon places a sweet, deep kiss on your damp forehead. “we have all the time in the world now.”
a curl of her fingers later and you were cumming on jiwon’s hand. the older girl stopped her movements, afraid of overstimulating you. she whispers sweet words into your ears as you let yourself go, at least that's what you think she’s doing. you could barely keep your eyes open, let alone hear. but despite your consciousness slowly slipping away from you, you still felt jiwon gently lay you down on the spot next to her. she holds you close enough that she is within kissing distance.
she was so perfect—how could you have left her?
“unnie…” you tucked a piece of her behind her ear. her laugh makes your ears tingle. you faintly hear her ask if you’re feeling okay, to which you nodded weakly at. you can see her lips move, she was saying a few things, but you can’t hear her over the sound of your heartbeat. you cup her cheek, lean close, and kiss her. maybe it was your favorite thing to do, just like her. and then, words that have always been expected to be unsaid leave your lips. some feelings that have been kept hidden, secrets that you were afraid of letting slip.
“i love you, jiwon-unnie.”
long overdue, sure. even jiwon felt it before you ever said it to her. but she thinks that your bashful smile, the way you shyly looked away from her, and your precious reaction to her saying it back made it all worth the wait.
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kyehwas · 3 months ago
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ah! love... ft. yoon jeonghan & choi seungcheol
-> or, u reunite w/ ur hot elementary school husband and his just as hot roommate
wc : 1.1k of pure bullshittery...
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Visiting your mother during weekends was always fun, she always found something interesting for the two of you to do. It took your mind off college and you got to spend time with the person you loved the most.
“Y/n! Do you want to look through your old yearbooks? I found one from kindergarten!” Your mother calls from downstairs.
“What?? That was like, forever ago!” You go running down the stairs to your mom, holding up the yearbook. You scanned the page until you found yourself, bright eyes and toothy grin.
“Wow, I wonder how everyone else is doing,” You muse. You remember Hana, your best friend who wanted to be an actress when she grew up. Or Taehyung, the kid who you had a one sided rivalry with since he'd always get the last apple slices.
Or Yoon Jeonghan. Your elementary school “husband”. He confessed to you with a really weird smelling flower and the same day, the two of you got married under the play structure, united by ring pops. The two of you did stop talking to each other after first grade, but you never really broke off the marriage. By default, wouldn't that mean you were still married to Jeonghan?
You couldn't get your mind off it, off him. What was he like now? Was he a good or bad person? Would he still remember you?You haven't been in an actual relationship since then. Sure, you've probably had a situationship or two, but you've never full-on dated anyone.
As you went back to college, dreading the next few days of lecture, you found yourself not paying attention to what dorm you were trying to enter, the thoughts about Jeonghan still plaguing your mind. Instead of entering yours, you accidentally put your key in the neighboring one. Right as the occupant was leaving.
“I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, my dorm is right next to y-”
“Y/n?” The guy cuts you off, brushing his bangs back, “Wait, is it you?”
“Huh..?” You’re stumped for a few seconds before realizing. This was the guy you married in kindergarten. “Oh! Jeonghan?”
“You really do remember me, y/n!” Jeonghan teases, hugging you. 
Surprised by the sudden embrace, you hug him back. “I didn't know you went here, Jeonghan. How are things?”
“They're great, I'm majoring in the arts right now, and I'm roommates with my best friend. You?” The way Jeonghan talked had a certain ring to them, almost as if you had stayed friends throughout all the years that passed since kindergarten.
“It's doing alright. You know, my dearest husband, my mother showed me the kindergarten yearbook yesterday. We never broke off the marriage, did we?” Jeonghan was the same tease you knew him to be, so of course you had to match his energy.
“No, I don't think we did, my darling wife,” He presses a kiss to your hand. You not pulling away was a big enough sign: You like him. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No, do you have a girlfriend?” You ask in response, heart beating out of your chest.
“I do now, if you'd let me,” He says, staring at you. As he begins to approach your lips, the lower voice of a man from behind stops him completely.
“Jeonghan, you lea- oh, who's the girl?” The man, who you're guessing is Jeonghan's roommate, asks him.
“This is y/n. We've known each other since kindergarten, haven't we?” You nod. “This is the first time we're meeting in a long time, Cheol, don't worry, I'm not hurting her.”
“Nice to meet you, y/n, I'm Seungcheol, Jeonghan's roommate.” He holds his hand out for you to shake it, and you hesitantly accept.
Seungcheol's gaze lingers on you longer than you expected, more of a craving look than a friendly one.
Not only is your kindergarten husband hot, but so is his roommate. Yeah, things won't get complicated at all.
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Since the first accidental encounter, you've started visiting Jeonghan and Seungcheol more often. They'd let you hang out on the couch between them as a show played, joking and eating snacks.
You don't notice the fact that Seungcheol glared at Jeonghan when he slung an arm around your shoulder with a smirk. You don't notice when Jeonghan flipped Seungcheol off after he hugged you goodbye.
You’re an obstacle in their relationship, a rock set between the two of them that you had no idea about. You're oblivious, until that one day.
It was a day like always. A Sunday morning, you had no homework so you thought it wouldn't hurt to visit your next door neighbors.
The door is unlocked, and you take this as a sign to slowly open the door. Only Seungcheol is inside, so you wave to him.
He waves back, smirking. “Jeonghan isn't going to be here for a while, y/n. It's just me and you, doll.”
Your face heats up at the nickname. Both him and his roommate have made very obvious attempts on flirting with you, most of which you brushed off as jokes or friendliness. “Mmkay… where is Jeonghan?” 
Seungcheol's arm snaked around your waist, clearly pissed you were bringing up Jeonghan when he was right there. “I said,” He shifted closer until your lips were centimeters apart from his, “It's just me and you. Don't worry about him.”
“Cheol…” You warn, but you don't pull away. 
“I know you want me,” He mutters, and just as he's about to kiss you, the door creaks open.
“What the fuck, Cheol?” Jeonghan came home. You move Seungcheol's hand from your hip, eyes wide open.
“Jeonghan..!” You gasp, backing up as he approaches you and Seungcheol.
“Y/n, Seungcheol and I… we need to talk! Just stay there and look pretty, wife.” Jeonghan forces a grin, but his gaze shoots daggers at Seungcheol.
You stay at your position against the wall the entire time that the two men are gone, your heartbeat speeding up when they finally come back.
“Choose,” is the first word that comes out of Jeonghan's mouth.
“Um…” You hesitate, eyes darting between Jeonghan and Seungcheol. “What if I can't..?”
“You…” Seungcheol crosses his arms, “can't choose?”
You nod, “I like both of you guys. Call me selfish, but I want both of you.”
“You want both of us?” Jeonghan quirks an eyebrow up, and now you're kind of regretting what you said.
“I mean… you guys are both hot? I don't want you guys to fight and have your friendship break apart just because of me. So it's a win-win-win..?”
Seungcheol uncrosses his arms and Jeonghan's stare softens. They look at each other, then back at you. “What do you think, Jeonghan?”
“I'm alright with it if you are, Cheol.”
“So, who gets first dibs?”
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writervaul-t · 10 months ago
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something about you
chapter two: benji
summary: [name] can't seem to shake off benjicot blackwood even with every precaution she takes to avoid him.
pairing: modern!benjicot blackwood x f!reader
notes: if any of you are british, please dm me and tell me i used the right terms for schools 😃 i live for accuracy. also yes, reader is meek and shy and i want to hear NOTHING from any of you.
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The rumors circled faster than [Name] running home the same day she had announced she was dating Benjicot Blackwood at Nyra's Nook. When she had gotten home, she texted her boss, apologizing for the commotion and explained a white lie about eating a bad pasta for lunch finally getting to her that afternoon.
Luckily enough, Rhaenyra was more than sympathetic and told her to have the following day off. [Name] spent the day doing what she knew best: hiding out in her room and watching horror movies to avoid hearing anything about what her loud mouth said the previous day.
She hadn't heard anything up until Chiara had barged into her room, howling, "YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE WITH BENJICOT BLACKWOOD?"
"Any louder and the deaf old women two doors down will hear you." [Name] replies, pausing the Babadook.
Chiara ignores her, shoving her friends feet off on her bed to make space for herself. Chiara Tyrell had been one of the many students who came from affluent families - her's being well known for their sustainable food production company - but had hit it off when they were assigned as roommates. She had never hid the fact that she was a Tyrell but also didn't treat [Name] like a piece of gum under her shoe for being a scholarship student, the latter appreciating the treatment.
Still, Chiara always managed to learn about circling gossip and would tell [Name] whether she wanted to or not. Now with the newest information revolving her own roommate, Chiara looked more than pleased to hear directly from the source.
"How'd that happen? Didn't we have plans to watch the movies? Not to mention - Benjicot Blackwood of all people? This is rich."
[Name] dug herself further into her blanket. "Well, first we are still watching movies that and second we aren't going on a date..."
She explains to her friend what had happened, to which she nearly fell over laughing after hearing the whole situation. [Name] swung a pillow at Chiara's face when she wouldn't cease her howling and warned her about their neighbors again.
After taking a few heaving breaths, Chiara stopped, gasping out every word she could think. "That's amazing - and to avoid Aeron of all people? This is even better than the horror movie!"
"What's the deal anyways with those two? I wasn't sure if they wanted to kill or kiss each other." [Name] comments, remembering the scene in front of her.
"Well, they might as well have done either. Their families do similar businesses in trading and unfortunately have property close by so they've always been at each other's throats. Father to son usually. Its like an inherited right to want provoke the next generation." Chiara explains. "Those two, however..."
A look of amused contemplation falls on her face before she giggles. Leave it up to Chiara to not take anything seriously, though [Name] enjoyed their differences, unlike Benjicot and Aeron. "Get on with it!"
"Aeron and Benjicot went to the same schools, all the way up to Sixth Form." Chiara continues. "And anything one had, the other wanted - that included girls and guys. Them coming to university at the same time just about caught everyone's interest. I was hoping one of them would fight again but it seems like Benjicot's pulled back since he entered uni. No one's seen him with anyone that way since we started our first year."
"Why?"
Chiara shrugged. "Who knows. He does have a group of friends he hangs around with nowadays; doesn't hang off with his cousins as much and never floats around groups anymore. At least, according to Janna Terrick."
[Name] nodded, staring at the ceiling as she finally asked herself what had she gotten into? For once her political science lessons finally taught her something and that she just put herself between a family feud and more likely than not brought a couple of monsters out the closet.
"I'm so excited," Chiara continues, laying her body on top of [Name]'s. She just about choked on her curly brown hair and attempted to push her off when all her weight was placed on top of her. "My roommate - my cute little roommate of all people to be in this!"
"This cute little roommate will hit you with another pillow if you don't get off me!" [Name] counters, shoving her off. She turns to the wall, her anxiety building in her chest as she thinks about having to face one of them the next say. "And its not like I wanted this to happen. It just came out because Aeron is such a prick!"
"I'm only joking. If you really do need help, just let me know. I know a few people that can do something about this." Chiara offers ominously, patting [Name]'s arm. [Name] eyes her suspiciously, trying to decide if she wanted to know what she meant or not. She kept her eyes on the wall instead.
"I'm sure another issue will come up soon to mask what happened; besides, almost all the Targaryens and Hightowers are in this year too. There's more than enough drama to go around." Chiara reassures before a mischevious smile comes on her face. "Although it would be fun watching you finally do something outside of studying and working--"
"Chiara."
"Right, I'll leave."
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For some reason, [Name] prayed to the gods, old and new, for something to happen to the Targaryens and Hightowers like Chiara mentioned. It had been about two and a half weeks since her blunder and she was still getting strange looks from classmates that just about ignored her until now.
One of them, a Tully brother she couldn't distinguish from, had been brave enough to ask her during her shift at the library, "Is it really true? You got Ben to finally go on a date? Y'know I hadn't pegged him to be the type to date someone like you but I'm glad!"
If she hadn't been so mortified, she would have told Kermit/Oscar off but was beaten to it by the other Kermit/Oscar who smacked his head after he had heard the end his brother's sentence. He sent [Name] an apologetic look.
"My brother was dropped when he was a babe. I'm so sorry. He means well; we're all glad Ben isn't as gloomy as he was before." He offers with a smile before grabbing his brother by the scruff of his shirt like an alleycat and walking away to the other side of the library.
[Name] had just about dropped everything and hid away into the archives section after that. It was embarrassing enough she kept remembering the conversation; it was even worse when people came up to her and ask abouf it.
Still, she made use of her two jobs always finds herself hiding in the archives room or the back of the bookstore whenever she caught sight of Benjicot or Aeron these past few weeks.
The day she had come back to the store, Aeron hadn't shown up but Benjicot had, setting down the books he wanted to buy the first time he was there. "I wanted to get them but Nyra sent me away after you left." He explained to which she only offered a nod as she scanned his selections and packed it quickly into a bag. "Look, I--"
"Thank you for shopping with us, come again. Bye!" [Name] said hurriedly, the guilt of bringing him out of his built in shell overcoming her. She walked away to the back, not coming out until the next customer had come in and she was sure Benjicot was gone. Any time they would be in the same vicinity to one another, he was tried to talk to her but she evaded every attempt he made and seemingly found new routes to her usual spots around campus.
Aeron, surprisingly, pulled back, only giving her long looks across the campus grass during sunset. Still, she wasn't sure the trade in with Benjicot was any better, even though the latter significantly less pushy and condescending as his sworn enemy (though she wouldn't know that much since she never gave him a chance to speak with her).
The archives had been her biggest form of respite from the world it seemed; the silence was a welcome change to the every bustling college town of King's Landing. There were no customers or library patrons to ask her of anything, no nosy classmates staring or making comments, and there was no Benjicot Blackwood or Aeron Bracken to bother/or glare at her.
She sat at one of the long tables down there, contemplating nothing and enjoying it as much as she can before reminding herself that the head librarian, Alicent, would be looking for her soon. As she made her way out the door, she nearly slammed into another body.
"I'm so sorry--"
"Its fine--"
"But I was in the way and I should have been looking forward--!" She started before her mouth clamped shut and met Benjicot Blackwood's brown eyes.
He gave her a reassuring smile as he repeated, "Like I said its fine. I was looking for you anyways." He frowned to himself before correcting himself. "No, well, I was looking for the archives for a class project but I was looking for you. I wasn't following, I promise. I wouldn't do that."
His nervousness seemed to outweigh his appearance - still in the learher bomber jacket and dark clothes. A fashion sense polar opposite to him right now. For some reason this eased [Name] a bit more, though not enough to keep eye contact with him. Her sneakers were a bit more entertaining to look at over Benjicot.
"Um, right." [Name] started, not sure where the conversation should go next. "I'm, uh, sorry. By the way."
"Whatever for?"
"Pulling you into that mess with Aeron. I panicked and wanted him off my back. If I'd known both of you knew each other, let alone hate each other, I wouldn't have brought you in this mess." [Name] explains, finally glancing up at him, fighting the urge to look down again after realizing he had been watching her the whole time as she spoke, listening to every word she said. She adds quietly, "Now we're both pulled into some ridiculous scandal with the school."
Benjicot blinks at her before asking, "You really didn't know about our families? So you didn't just pull me into all of that because you knew about us?"
"No!" [Name] nearly shouts. She wasn't the perfect person but bringing people into her problems hadn't been something she was proud of. "I panicked and you walked in at a seriously unfortunate time."
He nods, seemingly taking on everything she said becore shaking his head and laughing. [Name] frowned, unsure how to take the reaction. Was he mad? Confused?
"Are you upset?" She asks, relief flooding through her as he shook his head.
"No not at all. I just uh..." He starts, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Feel a little embarrassed now."
Huh? "Why?"
"Well I was going to propose we continue--"
"What?" [Name] says, her voice echoing in the empty hall. Benjicot nodded. "What? Why? Aren't you sick of having to answer questions about us already?"
"No actually, I've just been giving vague answers to keep everyone guessing." Benjicot admits, smiling in amusement as [Name] stared at him in shock. "Its fun when you're bored. What have you been saying?"
Nothing. I've been avoiding everyone. "That's not the point. Why do you want to even continue?"
"Ah well, you seem familiar with our families a bit, right?" He starts. "I'm not looking for any trouble but I just enjoy getting under Bracken's skin a lot. Its our second year here and I don't go and poke around with him as much as I did when we were kids. He's on edge and overconfident. I just wanted to remind him that I'm still here to knock him down a bit, yeah? Also, he doesn't seem to hang around the bookstore anymore so you haven't been dealing with him lately."
"Yeah." [Name] said, a little dizzy. He wanted to continue this? Even with the explanation, she had a hard time wrapping her head around it. "So if we pretend to go out a little longer, it irritates Aeron and he'll leave me alone?"
"Something like that, yeah. You don't have to agree to it. Not after you said you knew nothing about the fueds. I know you didn't like him that much either so I thought you bringing me in on that was part of some plan." Benjicot says hurriedly. "I just thought it'd be fun for a little bit - a couple weeks at best - and you'll get time away from that prick forever if we continue."
A bit of the Benjicot from a few weeks ago had came up at that moment when he mentioned Aeron. He really did hate him. Enough to propose to a stranger they should continue "dating" just for some laughs. [Name] stood for a minute, staring down at her shoes again as if they had the answer to this problem.
Now, she could have just told Aeron off but what would that do for someone as dense and self absorbed as him? If she followed Benjicot's suggestion and continued this ruse, it would mean he'd leave her alone since Benjicot is around.
She chewed her lip, following the pit in her stomach as she said, "Fine."
Benjicot's eyes widened, looking like a new person from the sudden agreement. "Seriously?"
[Name] nodded. "On some conditions." She held her fingers up each time she spoke. "One, we only do this on campus and at the bookstore. And try not to be seen with other people around Aeron and his friends; they might get suspicious."
"Easy enough."
"Two, no kissing on the mouth or anything of that sort." Benjicot sent her a confused look.
"How would we convince them then? You act like you've never been kissed before--" He stops himself as [Name] sent him a scathing look.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She says defensively. "Not all of us had time for relationships if we wanted to get into a good university."
"No, I just - you're um, really pretty?" He says the statement like a question, but that only set a fire in [Name]'s chest as she glared at him. He shakes his head in panic. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to make it sound like an insult. Its just uh... Yeah." He ends whatever he says, clearly not wanting to piss [Name] off anymore. "How about no mouth to mouth of any kind? Just head kisses? That's still convincing enough."
[Name] stared at him, narrowing her eyes in suspicion to see if he gave that suggestion for real or just to appease her. "Fine. Head kisses and that's it."
She held up a third finger. "Two months at best with this. Six weeks basically. We pretend to date, 'break up' and we go on with our days like before."
"We can't even be friends?" Benjicot jokes, though she can hear the hint of genuineness behind it. Given what she head about Benjicot Blackwood, he seemed like nothing but trouble. But being in front him now, so quiet and considerate of her feelings, she wasn't sure what to think anymore.
This time, she was the one to give a reassuring smile. "Let's see in a couple months, Benjicot."
"Just call me Benji. I don't get called Benjicot unless I'm in trouble."
"Sure. Benji."
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After laying all their ground rules, Benji offered to walk her home ("Its almost dark and now's a good time to start since everyone's walking home!"). The walk was silent, both unsure of what to say to each other at that moment in time.
Between the both of them, Benji seemed the most natural about acting everything out. He kept an arm around her and often glanced her way, as if completely enamored by her appearance even if she looked like she crawled out of a sewer after a long day of pushing heavy books around all day.
Regardless, she could feel staring again but she didn't mind this time now that she had Benji around to be in on this. By the time they reached her apartment, she pulled away from him. She looked at him and for once she seemed to have a good look at him.
His brown hair was messed up from the autumn wind. The leather jacket fit him well but he clearly seemed to have just grown into it from how he awkwardly kept his hands shoved into his pockets and moved his shoulders around it with uncertainty. In that moment, Benji was just like any other person and not some lone wolf with a rakeish history.
"Thanks for walking me home." [Name] says before pausing. "Benji."
Benji grins. "No problem. [Name]."
The door swings open, Chiara stepping out through the door. Her eyes dart between the two before stepping askde to let [Name] walk in. They both wave at Benji, who reciprocates before turning to walk back to his own place. After he'd been far away enough, Chiara pulls [Name] by her sweater into their apartment.
"What happened?"
The question itself wouldn't give a clear enough answer for her friend. [Name] puts her bag down as she speaks, "I think you'll need to sit down for this. You might faint after you hear everything."
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thefishywizard · 2 months ago
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can you tell us more about your mcd rewrite/headcanons? obsessed with your version of the kiddos! how does the 7 year time skip work? how old is dante? how old are nekoette and dmitri? does alina exist? is this garrancemau? does aaron exist? well probably since lilith is lycan, but i’m so curious and amazed and definitely sold on whatever’s going on here
OH BOY STRAP IN I'm so excited to talk about this.
for starters, the 7 year time skip is in place of the 15 year time skip, but since its fiction, characters like Travis and Michi will still be adults since we didn't meet them season 1 and don't have to adhere to preestablished ages. the biggest changes are really to the world and the kids. (keep in mind there are some other changes that happen in season one that would effect how characters work or how things play out, for example KC being the traitor or Nichole being a werewolf both heavily effect the plot that plays out around them and how their characters behave. i can hear your screams about KC but just trust me. hold my hand. we'll get through this together)
side note. the reason its 7 years is because that's the actual length they are in the Irene dimension in the episode. technically 7 minutes and 30ish seconds so its a 7 and a half year time skip.
Dante is 22 in season 1 and 29 maybe 30 in season 2. in season 2 Dante is much less in charge of guarding a village and more so, protecting the remaining members of phoenix drop after O'Khasis and Scaleswind burnt it to the ground and most people left. Its important to note that this time, Alexis, Kyle, Levin, and Malachi are not present. The only guard besides Dante is Nicole who was disowned by her father at the end of season 1 due to being a werewolf (its an allegory for being gay but she doesnt know that yet shhhh) and KC is staying out of a sense of trying to make up for her mistakes (she was the traitor in season one because Zane threated to have her deported back to tu'la, (where shes wanted for being a magicks user,) if she didn't put the listening amulets into her dolls and give them to the guard (Dante) so Zane could listen in on their meetings. but she ends up coming clean in the end and refusing to help Zane anymore) anyways BECAUSE of these factors and Dante's closeness with both of his perspective baby mamas combined with the fact that there is NO WAY Dante had any sex ed experience. Dimitri is born earlier than he is in the series. but not before Nicole realizes she's a lesbian and amicably breaks things off with Dante, staying friends (they're roommates for awhile). Dante and KC start dating and its through hanging out with Dante and baby Dimitri that she realizes she wants that with Dante asks him how he would feel about having another child. Which, of course, born-to-be-a-girl-dad-Dante is overjoyed about. Dmitri and Nekoette are both younger than they are in the series by the time we meet them. Dmitri being around 4 while Nekoette is about 3.
Alina does exist! sort of! she's not the same character as she was in the series. instead she is Shad and Irene's unnamed daughter who was turned into a relic. I'm actually shocked that plot point got introduced and the ACTUAL girl who was turned into a relic didn't even get a name. I also think it would be interesting if the people who the relics were made out of could speak to their holders and Lilith is the one who ends up with it instead, making Alina still important just in a different way. (shes also older, like 8)
hell yeah its Garrancemau. they get together near the end of season 1 and the series as a whole ends with their wedding.
Aaron does exist, but much in the way Alina does, he's a lot different. he's not shads vessel (that's Laurance), he IS still Liliths dad and he does still die but this time its for good. Aaron is significantly older than Aphmau and their relationship is not a romantic one, its a mentorship. Aaron is the example of someone who married a member of his guard and it worked out (changing Lily to his head guard because what do you MEAN she was the guards daughter) he's an example of exactly what Aphmau most fears, losing everything and it being her fault. he's actually a FANTASTIC parallel to Aphmau because in so many different ways he represents what her future could look like. and then he dies. and she has to cope with her first ever huge loss. and so does Lilith, and everyone else who had grown to like him. (he's less broody and stand-offish and is known better for his wisdom and advice) and he doesn't come back. we have to cope with that loss the same way aphmau does and find a way to move on without him. while she tries to remember everything he taught her. (also instead of the amulet blowing his town up it transforms him into the ultima and he goes on a mindless killing spree. that's way more blood-on-your-hands than accidently blowing everyone up.) I have more i could say about him but this section is already too long.
I'm happy to go more in-depth on any of this if you're interested! me and my sister have put A LOT of thought into this as we've been watching it together so if you want me to elaborate on anything PLEASE ask.
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mental69er · 1 month ago
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Mean Girl Cate Part Two
Part one here
content: mean girl cate, f!reader, watching a movie, cate being jealous and possessive
After your conversation last week, Cate tried. She was kinder to friends and strangers alike, and you slowly began to rejoin her friend groups, spending more time with her.
You enjoyed seeing this side of her- the kind Cate. And you were happy she was finally opening herself up to others and showing this side of her.
And then she found out that you were still hanging out with your other friends and not only with her.
"I don't understand," she ranted at you as the two of you stood in your dorm room. Your roommate was out thankfully. "I did as you asked and still it's not good enough for you!"
"I'm allowed to have other friends. I've always had other friends," you said. You were beyond confused by Cate's behavior. Her hatred of your other friends group was growing, in a way you'd never seen her hate any of your other friends.
"Yeah, but this is different," she rolled her wrist through the air.
"How?" You crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"It feels like you're not choosing me but choosing her."
You arched a brow and suddenly things became clear. "You're worried that Tabitha and I are close?"
She pursed her lips. "I overheard her calling you her best friend to others at the dining hall. You are not her best friend."
The tension left your body. "Cate, seriously. Don't worry about it. You're my best friend and not her."
"I do have to worry about it. You almost stopped being my friend senior year in high school," she said. "And you didn't even bother to tell me why or try to fix it."
You hadn't realized that had hurt her feelings. You had only been thinking of yourself and how much you didn't want to deal with popular kid bullshit.
"I'm sorry, about that," you said. "It was immature of me to not consider how what I did affected you."
She looked you over, considering the depth of your apology. "I'll forgive you if you do a movie night with me."
The two of you hadn't done a movie night in ages, but if that was what it took to stop Cate from feeling jealous, then you would do it. "Okay, how about tonight?"
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You had arrived at Cate's dorm, wearing a pair of your comfiest pjs. The laptop with the film was set up, movie already picked out- you always let her pick the film. Popcorn and soda were set up next to it. She'd bought your favorite drink.
Cate was rummaging in the bathroom when you came in shouting out that she'd be out in a moment. You set your things down by her bed and kicked off your shoes before getting on. She exited the bathroom and you almost did a double take on her.
Cate was wearing a set of pjs you had never seen before. They could barely be called pjs, considering how short the bottoms were. And was she not wearing a bra underneath her shirt?
You averted your eyes before she could notice. She plopped down happily next to you on the mattress. "This is going to be fun. We haven't done this in ages."
"You love these movie nights because you get to scare me. Why does it always have to be horror films."
She rolled her eyes at you. "You enjoy being scared. And we can cuddle together if you do, just like old times." She pulled up a blanket and draped it around both of your shoulders, tucking you in. Her bare thigh pressed up against your clothed one. She reached over and pressed play on the film.
You two snacked on the popcorn as you watched the film, Cate placing her head onto your shoulder. Your hand came up to stroke her hair, out of habit, rubbing a bit at her scalp.
She let out a content sigh and snuggled more into the crook of your neck, swinging her legs over your own. Predictably the first jumpscare came and you squealed, shutting your eyes and grabbing onto her legs in an effort to hold onto something. Her head went shooting off of your shoulder when it bunched up.
"Relax," she chuckled, wrapping her arms around your midriff and pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. "You big baby." You were so distracted by the movie and the loud sound effects that you almost didn't pay any mind to this, nor the soft second kiss she laid at the base of your neck.
It wasn't until she had shifted her legs so she was awkwardly straddling one of yours sideways and had pressed another kiss higher up, this time on the pulse beating under your jaw, that you noticed.
"Cate, what are you doing?" you asked her.
"Watching the movie." She said, not looking at you, instead inhaling softly as she pressed another kiss under your ear.
"No, I mean why are you kissing my neck?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's not a big deal. Don't make it into something it's not."
"And what is it not supposed to be?" you asked her, confused by all this.
"I heard this helps calm someone down," she said. "And since you always get so scared during horror films, I figured it would help."
That was a flimsy excuse and you both knew it. "Cate, you can't do this sort of thing. You know I'm gay, but that doesn't mean that I'll simply go along with this behavior."
Cate had done this before after you'd made the mistake of telling her you were gay in high school. She became awfully touchy and grabby but in a mean way, accompanying those touches with her making fun of you for being gay.
You still remembered the locker room incident where she had pressed her boobs into your back and grabbed your own as the two of you had been changing alone after taking a dip in the school pool after hours.
Your body was still cold from the pool and slightly damp. The shock of her too hot body and hard nipples, made you momentarily speechless and that was before she breathed into your ear in a high pitched voice, "you'd like something like this?"
You'd shoved her off, annoyed by her behavior. "Stop fucking with me, Cate. Seriously. I don't point at every guy's dick and ask if you'd like to fuck that."
You hadn't turned around to see her expression but you were certain she was very pissed and the sound of her choked sob was her probably holding in some fucked up words she wanted to let out. She didn't talk to you for a few days afterwards and she'd never apologized. You'd thought she wouldn't do something like this again but she was.
"Oh, but when Tabitha kisses you on the cheek hello it's alright."
"Because she's not doing it to be cruel," you pointed out.
"I'm not being cruel either," Cate said, looking deeply offended. "You're being cruel."
"How am I being cruel?" Now it was your turn to be offended.
Cate's face contorted in frustration. "Just get out, then." She removed herself from you, throwing off the blanket.
You were in no mood to humor her. "Fine." You got up, took your overnight bag and stormed out. Annoyed you paced the length of your room, wondering if you should text her to talk about this. You decided not to, brushing your hands in frustration against your sides.
Great, and you'd even got soda on your pjs pants. There was a wet spot on the side of your leg and you weren't even sure how you'd managed to spill the soda there. Even more annoyed, you searched for a fresh pair of pants.
To be continued...?
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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 years ago
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too many teens whining for validation, this blog needs more weird and stupid so...
AITA for kidnapping my friend and trapping her in the cheesebarn?
Hear me out:
The story starts about a week before my (20 at the time ftm) 21st birthday. If you live in the US you know this isnt just some lame 7th birthday or 36th birthday, this is one of the big boy birthdays, the special ones. Its when you can legal buy alcohol and are therefore truly an adult in the eyes of the law.
Naturally my friends (20s) wanted to do something Big for our 21sts. So they asked me what i wanted to do and i said i didnt really care as long as I got a road trip somewhere with friends.
Everyone thought it was a fun idea but it was a little short notice for everyone to get time off from work, but my other friend we will call C also had her 21st exactly a month after mine to the day, and the two of us agreed to share our 21sts and not do much of anything on my actual birthday. This is important, bc it was a SHARED birthday road trip.
I agree to let C pick the destination and I provide the car. We didnt have much of a plan as we were going to meet up with C's old roommate who lives in the city we picked to show us a good time.
It was 5 of us total and about a 7 hour drive altogether there with not a whole lot on the way there. We get to the city she picked and meet the roommate and honestly the rest of this part is just standard 21st birthday shenanigans. Its when we start the drive home things really start.
Remember its a long drive with not much to see? Well that was a lie. On our way back we see it, the Real "Happiest Place on Earth" as far as places with a mouse for a mascot go:
Grandpa's.
Fuckin'.
Cheesebarn.
Obviously me and the other people on the trip want to stop and see the magic, but unfucking fortunately C happens to be the only Basic White Girl ™️ in the entire world who hates cheese and isnt even lactose intolerant. This girl is notorious for making "petty" and "I hate Cheese" her entire personality. She would constantly make faces and gagging noises and talk about how gross and nasty cheese is if you so much as eat a grilt cheese near her.
Clearly she made it known that she wasnt on board with it. "NO! FUCK YOU ALL IM NOT GOING TO A PLACE CALLED A CHEESEBARN ON MY BIRTHDAY!!" were her exact words.
But i remembered i was driving, it was my car, and it was supposed to be my birthday too. So I put it to a vote. "Raise your hand if you wanna go to Grandpa's Cheesebarn!"
All hands raise but one. With C out voted we head to the cheesebarn.
Guys. This place is amazing. Its obviously making cheese its main draw, but yhere's so much more, its every shitty midwest tourist trap rolled into one glorious place. There's even a chocolate shop. We even got C's roommate to ditch work and come meet us bc shr heard "Grandpa's Cheesebarn" and knew she had to drop everything.
All in all a good visit, C even seemed like she had fun once we got there (she sure spent $300 on candies and dip mixes anyway). We go home. Things seem fine.
Then C drops off the face of the earth.
She wont respond to our calls or texts and at first we thought maybe she was giing through a rough patch or something and try to just keep reaching out but give her space. But then we find out that not only is she still hanging our with our other friends who couldnt make the trip with us. So clearly she's just pissed at us about something.
Finally one day a few months later i catch her at her job and just tell her "I dont care if you hate us, we'll never speak to you again if you dont want us to, but what the hell did we do to you??"
And she just looked me over and says "Well. You kidnapped me."
lolwut
And she yells (bc this girl loves yelling at people) "YOU KIDNAPPED ME AND TRAPPED ME AT A CHEESEBARN ON. MY. BIRTHDAY!!!!!"
And i just said "Well it was my birthday too," and havent spoken to her since. Its been over a decade and "No ragrets" as we said back in the day, but uts baffled me for years that that was her reaction. "Im just over you guys" i can understand, and its not like she was shy about telling people she hates them and their out of her life ever before. And from what i ended up hearing from our other friends she kept talking with it really was about the cheesebarn and how we "ruined her birthday".
No but srsly AITA??? For making her go to a cheesebarn???
What are these acronyms?
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jamiebluewind · 11 months ago
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Warning! Pet illness, xray
A friend of mine a few states away had a pregnant female cat walk onto her porch and decide she lives now. She had 3 kittens. Since my friend/roommate @winterpower98 was looking for her first cat, we (other roommate/bestie, Winter/Gaia, and I) decided to take a trip down to visit and see if one of the kittens would work for her.
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The thing is, she did fall in love with one! He's black with white markings, so the 6 year old had been calling him Eclipse. He's, curious, playful, and always trying to get into something. He loves Gaia. I mean LOVES her. And she loves him. Like... emptying her savings loves him.
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Right before we arrived, our friend noticed a little lump on his belly. They thought nothing of it. And then, it got bigger. And bigger. And bigger.
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After a week, we took him to a local vet to get checked out. He had a umbilical hernia. Luckily it stopped before his diaphragm, but the hernia was severe enough that he would need surgery to close it (a lot of articles talked about smaller ones closing on their own which is why we waited). He would also need special care for IBS symptoms and to keep his hernia from getting injured or obstructed before repair (which couldn't happen until he was big enough to go under anesthesia). He would need to come indoors for his safety and be separated from the others as his sisters pouncing on the hernia was causing issues (a week earlier than the 8 week mark).
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I was honestly expecting Gaia to say it was too much for her to handle. Even told her that nobody would judge her for not being ready for that level of responsibility. That we could find an organization that could take him and get him the help he needed and find him a good home. He has two sisters she could consider, there were plenty of shelters back home with cats under a year old, and we could even check the town we were visiting and places on the way back home, so there were options. I knew how much it took to care for a kitten with health issues (my current cat required months of specialized care and there were plenty of scares along the way) and Gaia has no previous experience with cats outside of hanging out with our cats, so that's just starting on hard mode.
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After a long serious talk on the responsibilities she was about to take on, she said she knew it would be hard but the thought of giving him up made her sick. That she would do whatever it took to give him a happy life for however long she has him. We aren't rich people, she's going back to college full time, she had only decided on him over one of his sisters that morning, and (again) this would be the first cat she has ever had. She went all in without a second thought.
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The original quotes from various vets willing to do the surgery (not all vets can) were pretty insane, but luckily I found a non-profit that did the surgery for about half. My other roommate and I fully support her and chipping in what we can.
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Eclipse is 8 week old and his surgery is scheduled in a month, but we are going to call in and check for cancelations since he's reached the minimum weight and age for anesthesia. Winter has been so busy caring for him that she's not had a chance to post about him, so I decided to do it on the drive home. I think the story is important because it raises awareness about an issue most don't know about and shows someone genuinely caring about a pet with special needs. As a disabled person who's went through a lot of ableism and survived abuse, it really hit me to see how much she loves him with her whole chest and doesn't ever approach his issues with anger or blame.
I don't ask for reblogs much, but I wanted to ask you guys to boost this. I linked Gaia's PayPal below if anyone wants to help take some of the financial burden off her, but you can also support her with messages and boosting this and her future post/s about Eclipse (cut her some slack guys, she's currently in tired new mom mode). I don't expect anyone to donate because I know you guys are mostly in the same shape as us, but I think showing Gaia support is just as important.
Now if you'll excuse me, the hyperactive boy got the zoomies and just jumped in the toilet XD
Edit: Late thing to add on, but a few days after posting this my other roommate/bestie Sarah decided to adopt his sister! Her name is Melanite, but her honey eyes have earned her the nickname Miel. Her and Eclipse have always been very close (often laying on top of each other), so it's great that they'll get to stay together.
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joeys-babe · 1 year ago
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Joey B Blurbs: Smile
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Summary: Joe’s learning his new girlfriend's ways, along with attempting to get bonus points with her dad.
Warnings: Pure fluff, illusions to smut at the end
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Misc.
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April 9, 2024
Y/n and I have been together for a month.
We met at a party Sam had at his house a few months back, she was his girlfriend’s college roommate and they were best friends still today.
The second I’d laid eyes on y/n, I was taken aback by her beauty.
Sam had noticed, and a sly smile was on his lips when he spoke the words I’d forever be thankful for.
“Go talk to her. She’s single.” - Sam
I had done as Sam said, and we hit it off immediately. By the end of the night, I worked up the courage to ask for her number.
Eventually, I asked her out on a date, and we ended up having the best time.
The rest is history and now we've been dating for a month.
We have a lot in common, but I realized the other day that we don't have the same taste in music.
I liked rap, pop, indie.
On the other hand, y/n loved oldies. Old rock, old soul, and anything 60’s, 70’s, 80’s.
I learned that the other day when I picked her up from her apartment to hang out at my place.
When she was in my passenger seat, y/n controlled the music, and when she shuffled her playlist, I realized I knew nothing.
“Do you know this?” - you
“Uh… no.” - Joe
“You’ve never heard My Girl by The Temptations?!” - you
After she left that night, I found the exact song that she played earlier. Y/n told me it was one of her favorite songs, and I knew I had to learn it.
1965?! Jesus…
I played it over and over. Over and over.
At the gym, in the shower, in my car, over a speaker at the house, in my headphones while playing video games. I was listening to this song as much as possible.
At times, I wondered why I was going through all of this trouble, but the song answered it for me.
My girl, my girl, my girl.
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“Joey!!” - you
“Hey, baby.” - Joe
Y/n just arrived at my place for the evening and our sleepover. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner and for the rest of the day. We’d eat dinner together and probably cuddle for a bit before going to sleep.
If only she knew the surprise I had in store for her.
“I missed you.” - you
“Missed you too.” - Joe
She wrapped her arms around my middle as mine went to her waist. When y/n pulled away, I leaned down and kissed her soft lips. The chokehold this woman has on me is insane.
“C’mere, I wanna show you something.” - Joe
“What is it?” - you grin
I took her hand and led her to the middle of the kitchen, waking away for a second to click play on my phone that was connected to my speaker.
Her face lit up immediately when she heard the beginning of one of her favorite songs.
“What are you doing?” - you giggled
“C’mere. Dance with me.” - Joe
“You don't know this song!” - you
She said that just as the lyrics started, and y/n was surprised to see me sing along with it.
“What are you doing?” - you
“Dance with me!” - Joe
The look of surprise never left y/n’s face as she joined me in dancing around the kitchen.
I spun her around and pulled her close, dipping her shortly after.
“This is so fun.” - you grinned
“I’m surprised you're able to dance with me, I have two left feet.” - Joe
“You’re perfect, I promise.” - you
We grinned as we sang the chorus to each other, I could tell that y/n was loving every second of this.
Talkin’ ‘bout my girl, my girl
Y/n stepped back and spun around before running back into my arms, a slight pain in my cheeks from how much I was smiling.
In the last fifteen seconds of the song, we stood still, y/n’s arms around my neck and her hands connected at my nape while my arms were around her waist. Our foreheads rested against each other as we stared into each other’s eyes.
As the song faded out, we leaned in, and our lips softly met together. The beginning of a kiss and the ending of the song.
Y/n’s voice was quiet as she spoke, her voice muffled since her face was now pressed to my chest.
“That was the sweetest thing a guy’s ever done for me.” - you
“Yeah?” - Joe smiled
“I can’t believe you learned that whole song for me.” - you
“Well, after a conversation with your dad, he told me that you wanted that song at your wedding, so that means I kinda have to learn it.” - Joe
I regretted saying it as soon as it left my lips; we'd only been together for a month and never once talked about a future. Fuck I've messed up.
Y/n pulled away from my chest and looked up at me, the look in her eyes made my heart stop.
“Wait- forget I said that, I'm sorry.��� - Joe
“No. No, it's okay.” - you smiled
I nervously laughed, the super breathy kind that tells on your emotions.
“Yeah?” - Joe
“Yeah. You're right, better to learn it sooner than later.” - you grinned
“You wanna marry me someday?” - Joe
“When the time comes, yes. There's a lot I want to do before that day rolls around, but I can’t picture walking down the aisle to anyone else.” - you
“Good. You don't think we're rushing things by having this conversation after only being together for a month?” - Joe
“You can't rush the inevitable, baby.” - you
I thought for a few seconds before blurting out something I'd been thinking since the moment I laid eyes on this woman.
“I love you.” - Joe
My heart was beating out of my chest when her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped.
“Y-you do?” - you
“Yes, we just talked about marrying each other didn't we?” - Joe chuckled
I laughed to cover up my nervousness, but I don't think it worked. She hasn't said it back yet. If she was going to wouldn't she have said it back by now?
“Do you… do you love me?” - Joe
Y/n’s face fell from shock to amused, a laugh escaping her lips in the process.
“Wait- shit. Did I not say it back yet?” - you
“No.” - Joe states, face not changing
“Oh! I must've just said it in my head then, I was a little in shock.” - you giggled
Laughing together, when we settled down, I stared at her and waited for her to say it back.
“I love you too, Joe.” - you smiled
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Later that night, y/n was in the shower, and I was already in bed.
I grinned to myself as I clipped the video I secretly took earlier when we were dancing in the kitchen.
Better cut it off before we kiss, I thought to myself.
Pulling up her dad’s contact in my phone, I sent him the video and a small text with it.
I'm learning! :)
I waited for his reply, a little nervous to see what he'd say back. I knew he liked me, but this was still his daughter we were dealing with.
When my phone vibrated, I immediately picked it up and clicked on his message.
Atta boy! I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long time, and I know it's because of you that she lights up like that again. Thank you for giving my daughter the treatment she deserves.
There’s nothing I love more than making her smile, she's already such a big part of my life. You're welcome, by the way, she deserves nothing but the best.
She feels the same way about you, son. I know she's spending the night at your house tonight, by the way, and I wasn't born yesterday, so stay safe. 👍
Will do. 😂
Just as I hit send, the door of the bathroom opened, but the shower was still on.
Y/n poked her head out of the door with a playful grin on her face.
“I know I'm supposed to be showering, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Wanna hop in with me?” - you winked
“Oh, hell yeah!” - Joe
I jumped off of the bed and ran towards the bathroom, simultaneously shoving my boxers down my legs. Y/n giggled as I chased after her and jumped into the shower.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as was started making out, the water flowing over our bodies.
“I was just talking to your dad.” - Joe
“Joe, why would you talk about my dad right before we're probably about to have sex?!” - you
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Authors note: I wrote down one of my maladaptive daydreams… 💀
This came from my own head! 💞
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ripleyresonance · 1 year ago
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Out of my Control
Rhea Ripley x OC
Leah has always had her life together and is always in control. But when she meets Rhea Ripley maybe letting go sometimes isn't so bad after all.
Word count: 5936
Warnings: Cursing, Spanking, Gagging, Spit, Countdown, A little bit of angst.
Leah had a very particular routine. Every morning she would wake up at 5:00 am sharp. From 5 to 5:15 she would open the New York Times on her phone and catch up on current events. After that, she would take a shower. Cold, of course, to wake her up a bit more. She would make an English muffin lightly toasted with butter and a glass of cold brew with a splash of her favorite oat milk-based creamer. She was out the door to go to work at 7:00 to arrive at the office by 8:00. 
People at work respected her. Everyone would acknowledge her and wish her a good morning or afternoon when she walked by. She always was the best dressed and everything at her desk was arranged to make her work day more efficient. Needless to say, she was in control. And she loved it that way. But in her romantic life, she wanted the opposite. She wanted to let go and have someone else make her decisions. She wanted them to pick the restaurant. Pick the time – hell, sometimes she’d even love for them to pick what she would wear. And a few months ago she found just that. 
“Come on Leah, you have to come out with us.” Her friend Tiffany groaned, putting her head in Leah's lap. 
“Yeah Leah, I feel like if we left you alone on another Friday night your vagina might shrivel up and fall off.” Her other friend Bri chimed in. 
Bri, Leah, and Tiffany were all roommates freshman year of college and could not have been more different. Believe it or not, Leah had even been more uptight back then. She refused to hang out with them, dedicating all of her time to her studies. But one terrifying night they thought someone was breaking into their apartment. 
They all hid in Bri’s room with a baseball bat until they found out it was just a raccoon who had found out how to kick open the door. Ever since that night, the girls were pretty much inseparable. 
“I reallyyy don’t though. Don't you normally go to ‘The Keg’ I mean could they have come up with any better of a name?” Leah groaned pushing past Tiffany to stand up from the coach to go refill her currently empty wine glass. 
“Um yeah, the bartender thinks I’m hot so we normally get free drinks,” Tiffany said, propping herself up on her elbow. 
“You literally work in accounting…I know what you make, you can afford drinks.” Leah said.
“She definitely can but that does not mean she has to…also you’re deflecting! Cmon we can't let you stay in on a Friday night for the hundredth time in a row. Bri said, coming to the counter behind Leah. 
“But I love my Friday night routine. Wine, my favorite snacks, my favorite shows and! My bed. You cannot find those at a bar.” Leah said. 
Tiffany rested her chin on Leah’s shoulder. 
“That’s the most depressing thing I have ever heard…you sound like you are eighty years old.”
“Or a depressed housewife,” Bri said. 
“I’ve always been told I have an old soul,” Leah said, shaking her arm like an old lady, making them both laugh.
Tiffany moved around her jumping up to sit on the counter facing Leah. 
“I’m just worried about you Leah….ever since Krista broke up with you–” Tiffany started. 
“Ah ah. No Krista talk, you promised.” Leah frowned. 
“And we promise we will stop feeling bad for you and not drag you out for the next six months if you just come out with us tonight,” Bri said, moving Leah's hair behind her ear. 
Leah looked at both of the friends dreading her reaction. It was like all critical thoughts left her head regarding them. This is exactly what happened way too many nights in college and it always ended up with Leah picking one of them off the bathroom floor. 
“UGHHHHHHH. Fine but only two drinks.” Leah said.
Tiffany and Bri squealed and jumped off the counter hugging her. “I knew you would cave! We are going to have so much fun, just like old times. BLT hitting the town again!” Tiffany said as Leah and Bri rolled their eyes.
“Girl even I might stay in if you use that awful nickname again” Bri said. 
“Yeah Tif, I think that died the night after you were talking to that girl who offered you a sandwich on the sidewalk.” Leah shuddered at the memory.
“Yeah, some questionable choices were made that night.” Tiffany agreed.
“Anyway go shave…whatever your situation is down there and put on something CUTE not one of your business casual shirts,” Bri remarked. 
“Yeah between the business casual attire and the ice queen attitude you give to any stranger that approaches us, you are kind of scaring the hoes,” Tiffany said. 
“Nope, no guys I am serious. No girls tonight, just us. I’m not looking for another subpar one night stand with some girl named ‘Angel’ who won't call me back.” Leah said. 
“A girl sets you up on one bad date and I never hear the end of it,” Bri said, making them all laugh. 
Leah had had enough drama with Krista and everyone felt bad for her. If she had to go out, she at least wanted to spend time with her best friends. 
“Okay fineeeeee I promise. It’s just us.” Tiffany said, extending her pinky. 
“Just us.” Bri agreed putting her pinky in the mix. 
“Always.” Leah smiled, sealing the deal. 
Pinky promises used to mean something back in elementary school but apparently, all that went out the window as the girls had barely finished one drink and Leah went to the bathroom and came back to Tiffany with her tongue down some woman’s throat. 
Leah rolled her eyes, sitting back down next to Bri. 
“Damn, I thought she might make it to drink two before she ditched us. Leah said 
“C'mon you know as well as me telling her she can't do something is going to make her do it that much faster,” Bri said taking a sip of her drink. 
Leah sighed, thinking of how she was going to get Tiffany out of there until Bri choked on her drink.
“Woah who is THAT,” Bri said nodding past Leah. 
Leah turned her head, looking at the seats further down the bar to see two women who looked impressively fit. One had long brown hair about mid-way down her back. She had on a classic pair of blue jeans and a strapless top which emphasised how impressive her back muscles were. But the other woman was who caught Leah’s attention. 
She had jet-black hair in a wolfcut style. She had a few nose piercings and an eyebrow slit – immediately setting off Leah’s fuck-girl radar. 
“Ah ah no that one is bad news.” Leah shook her head turning back to Bri. 
“Omg so quick to judge! What makes you say that?” Bri replied. 
“Um hello?? The piercings? The eyebrow slit? The tattoos? She is like the poster child for bad decisions.” Leah said, shaking her head. 
“Well, what if I wanted to make some bad decisions? Bri said, wiggling her eyebrows. 
“Then I would tell you to DM Jenna again, not find a new problem. I know exactly what her type is and trust me you want nothing to do with Miss Wolf Cut over there.” Leah said, sipping her drink.
“Damn, it seems like I already made a bad impression then?” Leah heard a voice from behind her. 
Both Leah and Bri choked on their drink, turning around to face the woman and her friend. 
“Pretty arrogant of you to assume we were talking about you,” Leah said coldly, making Bri and the woman's friend make a face.
“Arrogant or observant?” The stranger raised an eyebrow. 
“Anyway me and my friend were just about to leave so excuse us,” Leah said, turning around to flag the bartender. 
Leah heard the woman's friend mumble something back to her along the lines of, “Let's go sit down again” but the woman ignored her. 
When the bartender returned to the group, Leah could barely get a word in before the woman with the wolf cut spoke up again. 
“I'll do another whisky sour and the lady will take…a cosmo” She smirked, eyeing Leah’s glass. Leah went to protest but the bartender went straight to work. 
Leah turned to complain to Bri as she saw her now chatting up the brunette with the long hair. 
She sighed, accepting defeat as the woman with the tattoos sat in the barstool next to her. 
“So how often do you do this? Go to some shitty dive bar and try and pick up your next victim.”
“Victim?” the woman laughed “You think I am that type?”
“I don't think so, I know so,” Leah replied shortly.
“And why is that sweetheart?”  The woman asked as the bartender passed her her new drink. 
“Because I’ve fallen for women like you before. You exude this confidence you walk around like anyone should be honored to have the pleasure of sleeping with you.”  Leah explained. 
“So you admit it, I am your type.” The woman smirked, causing Leah to roll her eyes. 
The stranger laughs, finishing her drink and slamming it onto the bar. 
“Well miss….” The stranger paused waiting for her name. 
“Leah,”She offered.
“Well miss Leah I'll get out of your business but I…hope we run into each other again. I don’t think this was the only time we are meant to meet.” She winked at Leah before getting up, placing money on the bar, and grabbing her friend to head out. 
After they left Bri scooted over to Leah again. 
“So you got her number right?!” Bri said excitedly. 
“In her dreams,” Leah said, taking the last swig of her drink. 
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By the time April came around Leah was as busy as ever. Work really picked up and she had been running around the city like a chicken with its head cut off. Event planning was no joke. The clients could be demanding and annoying but hey – at least Leah was getting paid. 
This particular day was not going her way though. She had slept through her 5 am alarm so she had to do her morning routine in twenty minutes. Once she was in the office, one of the interns spilled coffee on her. The rest of the day was meetings and clients yelling over the phone followed by more meetings. By the time Leah had put out all the fires it was pushing 9pm. She sighed as she turned off the light in her office and headed for her car. 
She turned on the meditations that she did not get to practice this morning and started her commute home. It was only about 25 minutes, Garnet Valley was a small town but cutting through downtown could save Leah about five minutes and based on the downpour she would take all the time off she could get. Leah gripped the wheel tight leaning forward to see through her windshield wipers. The more it rained the louder she tuned up her mediation…which was the reason she did not hear her check engine light go off. 
She continued at a slow pace until the car jerked, alarming her. She turned down her meditation a bit, finally hearing the light beep on the indicator. 
“No no no” Leah started whispering to herself as her car jerked again. 
She was just on the edge of downtown as she pulled over the car, making sure to jerk once more before she turned it off. 
Leah waited for about three minutes before turning on the car again, the engine sputtering a few times before stalling. She repeated this two or three times before pulling out the keys. 
“FUCK.” Leah shouted, laying her head on her wheel. 
She let a few tears slip before she looked at her phone.
She couldn’t call Tiffany because she was out of town for work. 
Bri was around but she was on a third date with a girl she really liked. And Leah would rather walk home than ruin her friend’s date. 
She sighed, getting in contact with AAA to come tow her car. They said they would be there “soon” but based on her experiences in college she knew that could mean five hours right now. 
She saw that there was a gas station across the street from where she stalled out, so begrudgingly she decided that is where her dinner would be. 
She bundles up her thin hoodie, locked the car and ran across the street – almost slipping a few times. 
As she walked in, the cashier gave her a nod and she strolled through the isles. 
She grabbed a beef jerky stick, a bag of potato chips and a diet coke. 
She normally would never be caught dead consuming such garbage but honsetly this day could not get any worse…
“Is that you Cosmo girl?” she heard a familiar voice say. 
Leah froze in her tracks, beef stick a quarter eaten. There was no way it could be her. 
As Leah turned around she was greeted with the woman's familiar figure. 
She looked a bit different. Her hair was now mid back lengthand she was wearing a big t-shirt and joggers. Leah questioned how she could look so good in such plain clothes. 
As the woman's eyes got big at the sight of Leah she finally caught what she looked like in one of the mirror in the corner of the store. 
Leah was in a zipped up hoodie with her hood pulled up. Her hair frizzing up underneath and poking through a bit. Her jeans and blouse were soaked and her face… well if it wasn’t the rain that made her makeup run. It was her tears from the car. To complete the look with the several snacks she had in hand was mortifying.
And the woman could sense it, laughing loudly. 
Leah blushed with embarrassment, going to walk past her to pay. 
“Hey hey.. The stranger said gently, grabbing her arm as she passed. “I’m sorry. You just caught me by surprise with your new…look.” The woman held back a giggle. 
“Ha ha laugh it up.” Leah mumbled. 
“C’mon Cosmo girl.Let me pay for your snacks as an apology…you look like you need a pick-me-up.” The woman said, taking the snacks out of her hand and heading to the register. 
Leah didn’t even put up a fight, she was so embarrassed. To be seen in such a vulnerable state made her uneasy. The woman snapped her out of her thoughts. 
“Here you go…Leah.” The woman said handing over a bag as Leah gave a polite thank you. 
The woman raised her eyebrow, perplexed by the seemingly different person standing before her than at The Keg a few months ago. 
“Did you park far? I can help you out with my umbrella.” The woman said as the pair exited the convenience store. 
“Kind of…my car broke down,” Leah said quietly. 
“Damn, you really have had a shit day huh?” The woman said. 
Leah nodded finally looking up at the woman. Her eyes were not the same as when they first met. They were not filled with mischief or lust just…saddness? Pity? And that made Leah want to run and hide. 
“I called AAA. They should be here soon.” Leah said, clearing her throat and breaking eye contact again. 
“So like five hours?” The woman said. 
The two women looked at each other again as they burst out laughing. Leah started laughing so hard she started crying…almost sobbing. This was her low, her rock bottom, being soaked in a rainstorm after a shit day. 
“Well listen I know you may not like what I am about to suggest but do you want to wait at my place? I live right there.” The woman said, pointing to a window about two blocks away.
Leah sighed, thinking of course this was a convenient way to get Leah back to the stranger's home. She had seen horror movies start…and end like this. 
As soon as she opened her mouth to make a smart comment she noticed a familiar vehicle pulling up out of her peripheral. 
It couldn’t be…this had to be a joke. 
And yet when the woman stepped out of her car there she was. Krista. The same Krista that said that Leah was “The One”. The same Krista who said no one or nothing would ever come between them. And yet that was the same Krista who broke up with her by leaving a note and clearing out their apartment while Leah was on a business trip. 
Leah’s heart sank as she could tell tears were beginning to form. She quickly turned to the woman who got her the snacks. 
“Actually yes that sounds so nice. Lead the way!” Leah laughed nervously. 
The woman looked at her, obviously confused by the sudden shift in demeanor from Leah. But as Leah’s gaze shifted between her and the woman pumping gas she put it together that that was not someone Leah wanted to see right now. So she obliged. 
Upon entering the apartment Leah was not surprised by the decor. It was like the den of a vampire. All of the furniture was black. There were hints of purple accents on the walls and on some side tables. But it seemed very on-brand for….for this woman? It hit Leah that not only was she in a stranger's apartment, but she had no idea what her name was. 
“Make yourself at home.” The woman said, taking off her boots. 
“Thank you…uh..” Leah said.
The woman looked up.
“Rhea,” She replied back with a smile. 
“Let me go get you a towel and a change of clothes. You're going to get sick if you stay in those.” Rhea said, passing her to go to what Leah presumed was her bathroom. 
As she passed Leah got a whiff of her scent again smelling stronger from the rain as a strong emphasis of Burgemont stuck out to her. 
Rhea prepared everything in the bathroom and let Leah take her time promising her she would look out for the tow truck in the meantime. 
As Leah let the warm water envelope her body, she reflected on the day. She knew Krista lived in the same town. They were bound to run into each other. But catching Leah off guard was rare. It threw her into a state of vulnerability she was highly uncomfortable. I mean, it had been almost a year since their break up but Leah was always in control.
 She was able to predict Krista’s every move. But now it seemed like she did not even recognize the woman anymore..or maybe she didn’t recognize herself. 
Leah got out of the shower and looked at the clothes Rhea had laid out. She definitely would not typically wear any of these garments. The shirt was black with a soft white design of what she assumed was a band logo in the center. The sweatpants were admittedly comfortable but a little big. She pulled at the drawstring. 
She wiped her face for a final time before heading back into the living room. Rhea sat on the window-sill watching her car as she promised. 
Leah cleared her throat so as to not scare her. Rhea turned to her. 
Rhea’s eyes widened with an emotion Leah could not exactly make out. 
“You look...normal,” Rhea said. 
“Normal?” Leah said, crossing her arms. 
“Not as an insult more like ... .yourself and not some Queen of Ice ready to behead one of her subjects…or a woman buying her a drink in a bar.” Rhea laughed. 
“Even Your Majesty has off moments.” Leah sighed heavily plopping down on the couch. 
“So…who was the woman at the gas station,” Rhea asked, catching Leah off guard. 
“I don’t see why she would be any of your business,” Leah said coming off a bit more harsh than she intended. 
“C’mon, sweetheart. I bought you your fabulous dinner, let you shower, and wear my favorite sweatpants. The least you can do is give me a little backstory. “ Rhea said, moving to the opposite side of the couch from Leah. 
Leah looked at her expecting a shit-eating grin but the woman looked genuinely interested. 
“Did she do anything to you?” Rhea whispers, clenching her fist a little.
“NO no god no – not like that.” Leah quickly said. 
“She's just an…ex. Who I didn’t want to see me like that.” Leah admitted. 
Rhea sat back in relief but still questioned. “Messy breakup?”
“If you consider leaving a note saying. ‘I used to enjoy thinking about our forever but who could stand to be someone who loves their reputation more than me messy than yes, very.” Leah said, causing Rhea to wince. 
“Yeah, I think that counts as messy.” Rhea agreed, earning a small smile from Leah.
“You do give off a very strong aura,” Rhea admitted. “That's why I went and flirted with you at the bar.” 
“You liked the fact that I seemed to be almost… repulsed at your flirting?” Leah questioned looking at Rhea. 
“I admit you were a tough shell to crack but I noticed something else underneath that cool and mean exterior,” Rhea said, motioning her hands toward Leah. 
“Oh yeah and what was that?” Leah asked. 
“Excitement,” Rhea smirked, causing Leah to look away from her. 
“I have no idea what you mean.” Leah cleared her throat causing Rhea to laugh. 
“It was only for a second but I could see the look in your eye when I ordered the drink for you. It was like you were relieved and turned on at the same time. “ Rhea said boldly. 
Leah's eyes widened. 
“I was NOT turned on. I hate not being in control. What if I had wanted something else? What if I wanted to switch my drink.” Leah said. 
“I agree, you seem like you need to be in control of most things in your life but…” Rhea said, moving closer to Leah on the couch. “ I think sometimes you like to give other people control if they prove themselves to you.” 
Leah blushed at her forwardness, standing up. Feeling uncomfortable with the ache she was starting to feel in between her legs.  
  “I think you like to assume a lot of things about me, Rhea,” Leah said, going to glance out of the window still– no truck in sight.  
“Like what?” Rhea said, sitting back and spreading her legs a bit. 
“Like the fact that I wanted more than one Cosmo at that bar or the fact that you assumed I had a history with my ex at the gas station and that you assumed if you were able to get me back to your apartment I would just go weak at the knees and beg you to take control of me.” Leah ranted pacing back and forth before stopping in front of Rhea.
Leah looked down at Rhea, her breathing getting heavier as Rhea slowly stood up from the couch towering over Leah as the two got close. 
“And am I wrong assuming that maybe you came back to my place because you knew I was exactly the person who could take care of you after such a rough day?” Rhea whispered, moving a curl behind Leah’s ear. 
The pair breathed quicked as Leah looked up at Rhea as she licked her lips looking at Leah with such affection yet equal parts lust. 
Leah would never be so reckless. This woman only learned her name twenty minutes ago and now she was inching closer and closer to climbing on top of this woman. How could she let go so easily? 
Rhea bent down to her ear and whispered.
“All you have to do is ask princess…and I’ll take care of you,” Rhea said grabbing her hand and ghosting her lips over Leah’s neck. 
Leah’s head mind was racing. There was no way she was going to fall for this woman's spell would she? And yet the only words that came out of her mouth were. 
“Please…” Leah whispered. “Fuck me” 
That was all Rhea needed to finally press her lips against Leah's throat. 
Rhea’s hands shifted down to her hips pulling Leah’s body flush against hers causing Leah to let out a satisfied moan. 
As Rhea bit her neck lightly Leah did not even think about the fact she would have a hickey to cover tomorrow just that she wanted more of this feeling. Rhea kissed Leah’s throat, sighing before pressing her lips against Leah’s. 
“I thought you would never ask” Rhea smirked, moving her lips in tandem with Leah. 
The kiss was so deep Leah barely noticed Rhea sitting them both on the couch as Leah straddled Rhea continuing to press into her. 
Rhea moved her hands up from Leah's waist grabbing one of her breasts.
“This okay?” Rhea paused for a moment coming up for air. 
Leah nodded, leaning in to kiss her again. 
“Ah ah, princess I need to hear you say it. Say you want me to handle these gorgeous tits.” Rhea groaned. 
Leah would typically never say such a vulgar sentence but with the pulse coming from between her legs getting stronger Leah had no problem saying it.
“Please play with my tits.” 
Rhea obliged quickly, taking Leah’s shirt and throwing it haphazardly across the room. 
Since Leah's Bra was soaked it was no surprise either woman when there was no bra to be found. 
Leah moaned as Rhea kissed down her cheek grabbing one breast and licking a painfully slow swipe across her left nipple. 
“Fuck I can barely fit them in my hands.” Rhea seemed to mumble to herself before taking one nipple in her mouth. 
As Rhea sucked and licked and teased Leah’s breast she was not naive to feel Leah’s hips start to buck in search of any friction. 
Rhea grinned looking up at Leah as she pulled back biting her nipple before letting it go with a gasp from Leah. 
“Sorry, I would love to tease these all day but I have something else I need to take care of,” Rhea said grabbing Leah’s hips and rolling the pain so Leah was now sitting on the couch with Rhea going on her knees between Leah’s legs. 
“Since the minute you stepped out here in my clothes all I could think about is how they would look on my floor.” Rhea flashed her shit-eating grin. 
Leah was about to get out a witty comeback but the words quickly left her brain as Rhea began tugging on the waistband of Leah’s sweatpants making sure to kiss every inch of her exposed skin as she finally got them off discarding them amongst the pile building in the corner.  
Rhea kissed up Leah’s thigh getting dangerously close to her heat as Leah’s eyes widened in anticipation. Rhea looked up at Leah panting and biting her lip down at Rhea. 
Rhea paused shaking her head for a moment. 
“Is something wrong? “ Leah said sitting up a bit before Rhea grabbed her hips pinning her in place. 
“The opposite princess.” Rhea smiled grabbing her wrist and kissing it tenderly. 
“You look like a work of art…and I can’t wait to ruin you,” Rhea said whispering the last part as she sat back on her knees, hooked her arms under Leah’s thighs, and licked a long stripe up to Leah’s clit. 
Leah threw her head back as the feeling of ecstasy took over.
Leah was attracted to Rhea when they first met in the bar, whether she wanted to admit it or not.  But she looked absolutely sinful right now. As her tongue continued to dance across Leah’s clit  Leah began to truly observe Rhea. The way her eyes fluttered between looking up at Leah or closing them to focus on her meal. The groans she would let out when Leah started moaning in a higher pitch. But what sent her over the edge was when she moved one hand so she could massage Leah’s clit as her she flicked her tongue in and out of Leah. The way her muscles tightened as Leah reached her peak had her crying out Rhea’s name as she came on her tongue. 
Rhea slowed down the pace of massaging her clit so Leah could ride out her high as Rhea got up straddling Leah. Leah finally opened her eyes in time to see Rhea slide her thumb over Leah’s lips and part them a bit.
Leah waited in anticipation as Rhea connected their lips, her tongue immediately begging for entrance. Leah tasted herself off of Rhea's tongue. 
Leah tried to grab Rhea’s hips to sit her down on her lap until Rhea stopped her with a smile. 
“I’m not done with you yet,” Rhea said, getting up and offering her hand to Leah as she led her to her bedroom. 
Leah went from being pressed against the bedroom door to Rhea’s vanity to finally lying on her back in Rhea’s bed. 
Leah watched curiously as Rhea stripped, putting on a harness. Leah bit her lip watching her back muscles flex as she bent over attaching a purple dildo to the harness before turning around. 
Rhea caught Leah looking, giving her a wink before walking over and sitting on the edge as Leah crawled up to her. 
“Mind getting it wet for me sweetheart?” Rhea said in a deeper town stroking Leah's curls before grabbing a fist full as Leah’s eyes widened in excitement. 
Leah got on the floor between Rhea's legs as she quickly offered her a pillow to rest her knees on. 
Leah was practically salivating when she grabbed the dildo with one hand spitting on the tip and letting Rhea watch it drip down. 
Rhea let out a low “Fuck” as Leah started taking it in her mouth Leah batted her eyelashes up at Rhea as she tried to take it to the base. 
“That's a good girl,” Rhea said as Leah slowly started bobbing her head up and down on the dildo getting it soaked in spit. Her arousal grew more and more as she imagined it inside of her. 
Rhea grabbed a fist full of Leah’s curls again telling her to open as Rhea started fucking her throat. 
Leah tried to open her throat as wide as possible, letting Rhea violate her. Leah looked up at Rhea while she gagged and she could have sworn that almost made her cum. 
Rhea let go of Leah’s hair and helped her off her knees as she said she needed her right now telling Leah to lay ass up facing the foot of the bed 
“As if you couldn’t look any more sexy – look at this ass,” Rhea said, slapping it and getting behind Leah. 
Leah hissed at the sting as she felt the dildo start rubbing up and down her pussy.
Rhea teased her lining up with her entrance and pushing in just a little bit before pulling out. She did this about three more times before Leah started whining. 
“Please…please,” Leah begged, apparently too quiet. 
“What was that princess? You’re going to have to beg louder than that.” Rhea said repeating the same motion but a little bit deeper this time. 
“Fuck Rhea please you already have me bent over,” Leah said exasperated. 
Rhea went just deep enough to drive Leah crazy as she begged loudly this time.
“Oh my god Rhea please fuck me take control and make me…FUCK.” Leah almost screamed as Rhea fully slid inside her. 
Rhea was stroking painfully slow at first making sure to fill her pussy up as far as she could but after a minute or so she started to pick up the pace. 
Leah could not imagine how sinful the noises must have sounded to anyone who could have passed. Even on the street below Leah was sure that if it was not pouring rain her moans would have echoed down the street. 
“God you look so pretty taking my cock…look at yourself,” Rhea said, grabbing Leah's hair again and making her sit up flush against her. Leah looked up to a mirror that was in front of them. And she could barely recognize herself. Her hair was a mess half in Rhea’s hands the other half sprawled outward. Her tits bounced with every stroke Rhea did and she could tell Rhea was staring hard at them. She could also see the outline of the dildo poking at her lower stomach as Rhea continued her assault. 
Leah’s moans got higher again as she felt Rhea’s breast press against her pack and how hard her abs were crunching as she fucked her. 
Rhea noticed, snaking a hand up Leah’s stomach to her throat.
“Are you going to cum for me again, pretty girl? Get ready to hold your breath.” Rhea grunted as Leah took a deep breath. 
Rhea told her to hold her breath as she tightened her grip. 
“I'm going to countdown and on 10 you’re going to let out that pretty noise again and cum for me okay?” Rhea coached her as she began to count. 
“10…..9….8…” Rhea began as Leah’s thoughts were getting cloudy. All she could think about was more… more…more..
“7….6….5…..4” Rhea continued. 
Leah felt like that bubble building inside her was about to explode as Rhea started rubbing Leah’s clit with her free hand.
“3….2….Cum for me princess.” Rhea encouraged her as Leah felt everything in her body tighten as she came harder than she ever thought was possible. 
Rhea let go of her neck, Leah gasping for air as Rhea slowly pulled out and laid Leah down on her back. 
“You were amazing….Leah.” Rhea said softly kissing Leah on the forehead. She explained she was just running to get Leah some water and a towel. 
During the short time she was gone Leah started being able to form full thoughts again like “Oh my god I just had the best sex of my life with someone I do not even know more than two things about.” And Rhea could tell. When she returned and gave Leah the glass of water,  she could tell the woman was embarrassed – sitting with her knees to her chest. 
“Hey hey don't start doing that over-thinking thing.” Rhea interrupted her thoughts. 
“I'm not- well I…I normally just don’t sleep with people when I haven't even gone out with them. I am not even sure what your favorite color is what you do for work or how you spend your free time.”  Leah started after taking a sip. 
“Well my favorite color is purple, I am a wrestler, and typically I prefer my alone time but there is someone I ran into tonight I am hoping I get to spend more time with.” Rhea smiled. 
“Wait a wrestler?” Leah questioned before her phone started ringing. 
After dealing with the phone call and explaining it was the tow truck Rhea looked a bit disappointed but she helped Leah get dressed and helped her get her shoes on.
As Leah got ready to exit the apartment she looked back at Rhea as she waved a half-hearted goodbye before Leah said. 
“So is this the part where you ask me for your number or is that out of my control? “
Hi guys! I hope you liked this one it took me...so long. But I hope everyone had a good day and I can be a very steamy wind down to your day. :)
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The Katielife Soap Opera™️
Here's the drama that's going on, all in the past 24 hours! I kid you not. 24. I almost said 48 but then did the math and realized it really was 24. This day will never end
Part 1: The Roommate Saga
Making this one short bc I've told you all about it, but long story short: my roommate in the first semester was seeing this ugly ass guy and she was on and off with him in this awful situationship. He ended up giving her mono (which he knew he had) and she still went back to him. Eventually she ended them for good--until she was drunk at a party last weekend! Okay but seriously they're done for good now.
Don't believe her? Yeah, neither did I. You can read all about it in my past roommate saga posts, which have been made. But now there's ANOTHER guy! I found out bc last night he slid a note under our door telling her to send him a cute pic! She spilled the tea and it turns out he's a player but he's cute so she's going for it anyway! Technically he's Christian, so she's like, "he doesn't break The Rule!" But... he's... he's a fuckboy... I am floored by her poor decision making.
Part 2: The Mr. Friendtoallwomen Saga
Mr. Friendtoallwomen has been making friends with a lot of women at this college. He's a genuinely nice guy and even made friends with me and my best friend. But here's the thing... he always has a crush on a new one of those women. He's always asking girls out. He hangs out with all these girls one on one. He's just desperate.
Desperate, but genuinely nice, so my friend doesn't want to STOP being friends with him.
Then it became increasingly obvious that he liked her.
And she began to catch feelings for him, but we all warned her it was a bad idea and she agreed. She eventually, after an agonizing week, managed to lose feelings for him.
He was being super touchy feely with her the other night, but then abruptly switched on the same night to being touchy with another of our friends. Afterwards, he told my best friend that he liked the other friend. (The other friend already had been asked out by him and rejected him.) My best friend cried about it before remembering that she didn't like him or want to date him.
Mr. Friendtoallwomen got stood up by the other girl, and is now back to liking my best friend. But my best friend has bigger problems now...
Part 3: The Urgent Care Saga
For you see, then my best friend got very very sick. Incredibly sick. Her roomate and I were incredibly worried about her (even her roomate, who is an overall terrible person and always mean to her, which is how you KNOW something is wrong). (Oh I should do a tea spill session on why we hate her roommate on another date.) So I went to get my car to take her to urgent care but found out my key was broken. Awesomesauce.
I have an old car with a manual key insert though, so it was ok and I was able to get my car working.
I take her to urgent care. We sit in the waiting room for 40 minutes while she's about to puke, trash talking the people working there in Spanish because they weren't doing their jobs? Like they just sat there gossipping while they had her id and insurance card.
She eventually gets in, sees a male doctor, the male doctor figures out she's on her period and dismisses her entire illness as symptoms of Being A Woman. When she pointed out that she had a fever, he considered that it could be an STD. She said no, it's not that, I'm not sexually active. He considers pregnancy. She again is like did you not just hear me. By the way, if you're wondering what her symptoms were and why he was assuming THAT had to be the cause? WHO KNOWS?! major nausea, involuntary shaking, fever, hot cold flashes, inability to move, fuzzy vision, wheezing, coughing up green chunks, and being unable to think definitely seem like your average womanhood symptoms.
He gave her some nausea meds, referred her to a gyn (????????) and sent her home. (???????????????????)
Part 4: The First Breakup Saga
Today, I get a text from a friend from home who said he broke up with his boyfriend. This was major news. The two of them have been dating for two years. Even worse, all of their friends are the same people.
Now, I knew their relationship wasn't going to work out. The guy I was friends with first just has some quirks about him that meant he and this other guy, who I also liked a lot and is a great person, were never going to be able to work out long term. It's complicated and I don't want to get into it, but I just knew.
I still felt awful for him, though. So when he needed someone to talk to, I was there for him and let him explain the story. Apparently the guy did it in a few text messages out of nowhere after a week of silence. A+ communication, folks. My friend said he's not even angry, he's just sad and still loves him. I jokingly told him to put on SOUR.
Basically, my friend was broken up with (for the exact reason I figured would happen) and I texted my family (who was close with these friends and who also were worried their relationship wouldn't work out) and told them it happened. I needed somewhere I could say "I'm glad they broke up sooner rather than later" without seeming insensitive, and that couldn't be my friend group. But I really did feel for my friends.
While I'm on this call, I get a text from my brother saying he wants advice on how to break up with his girlfriend.
Part 5: The Second Breakup Saga
I leave the call with my friend to talk to my brother. He's fifteen, he's in a great, healthy relationship with a girl he was close friends with, and I'm like, HELLO??? They were a fantastic relationship. They were good friends, grew closer and closer until they were obviously going to date, and then they started dating and everything was great.
And then my brother texts and basically says the same thing my friend's boyfriend said about their relationship. I was like, this cannot be happening.
I grilled my brother for reasons, making him articulate his feelings (he's a 15 year old boy. he's scared of emotions. I get it.) He basically says the vibes feel weird and he wants the friendship back. My heart is breaking for his girlfriend because they're so cute and sweet and she loves him so much, but I agree he shouldn't string her along, no matter how sad it is. So I tell him to not do it over text, and he agrees.
He wants to do it in person, but it isn't going to be an option, so we resolved he would do it over facetime and I coached him slightly on how to talk to her about it gently. I mention the breakup between my friend and his boyfriend.
My brother goes oh yeah, about that....
Part 6: The Accidentally Starting a Rumor Saga
Turns out, remember how I texted my family? Here I'll copy and paste that part: I texted my family (who was close with these friends and who also were worried their relationship wouldn't work out) and told them it happened. I needed somewhere I could say "I'm glad they broke up sooner rather than later" without seeming insensitive, and that couldn't be my friend group. Yeah so remember how that happened?
Turned out, my brother opened that message sequence while a mutual friend of us and the boyfriends who broke up was looking over his shoulder. That friend took the phone and read over the whole dang exchange, seeing me say that I was secretly glad it happened. It looked really really really bad.
He went into basically shock, because no one thought this couple was gonna break up (EXCEPT ME!!! BECAUSE I KNEW MY FRIEND REALLY REALLY WELL!!!!!) and he was really attatched to them both. He found out simultaneously that the two of them were officially over AND that I never believed in them in the first place! And now he's probably going to spread that around! Which is great!
I texted my friend to let him know that this happened and told him I was so sorry. Well... I told him about the "this guy found out by looking at my brother's texts" thing. I didn't tell him the whole "I never thought this relationship was going to work" thing, and I am PRAYING that doesn't get spread around. But this guy is in high school, and high schools are breeding grounds for atrocious rumors.
THIS WAS ALL IN 24 HOURS
THIS DAY WILL NEVER END
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celli-ohs · 8 months ago
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hubba hubba!
part two of accidentally in love! series frat boy!yeonjun x stubborn!reader; college!au, one-sided love to lovers! comedy/crack, fluff, angst, smut
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6. sex candle (written chapter 2k)
It’s almost routine, Yeonjun thinks as he lights the vanilla-scented candle in the kitchen. The laundry is in the basket, the bathroom is wiped down and smells of roses, the couch is clean pillows fluffed, and an old episode of Community is playing on the TV. Everything was perfect. “Oh god, are you inviting a girl over?” Beomgyu’s crass tone ruins the moment. Yeonjun cocks a brow at him, looking annoyed. “I mean you’ve got your stupid sex candle out and the bathroom smells like a garden.” The younger one points. “Y/n is coming over,” Yeonjun explains. “You’ve got her into your trap already? The poor girl has only known you for three days!” Yeonjun shakes his head. “No, she’s coming over for our assignment. And I’m trying to make our place comfortable for her.” 
Beomgyu sighed and flopped onto the couch. “Hey! I just cleaned that, aren’t you going out?” Yeonjun asks, fixing the pillows again. “I was, but Jeongin had to cancel. So I’m gonna hang here.” Beomgyu says as he switches from Netflix to Hulu. Yeonjun grimaces. Of course, with his luck, Beomgyu would be here. “Hey, is she here yet? I’m kinda hungry.” Kai asks as he emerges from his room. As Yeonjun shakes his head, the youngest of the three roommates dives into the fridge, emerging with string cheese. “Why’re you lighting your sex candle?” Kai nods to the counter, and Beomgyu laughs. “Told you!” Yeonjun bites back an insult when there’s a knock at the front door. He races to the door, knocking Beomgyu who’d gotten up, back into his seat.
Yeonjun swiftly swings open the door and flashes his trademark smile. “Hey, welcome,” He greets you. You look up at him, eyes wide and lips so kissable. Yeonjun felt his heartbeat begin to speed up. “Hey. I brought fabric and food.” You lift up both arms, each one a grocery bag hangs from. “Food?!” Beomgyu sticks his head through the door frame and for the first time since you two have met, Yeonjun sees you smile. “Beomgyu! Hey!” You walk in as Yeonjun steps to the side. “I didn’t know you’d be home, are you our model?” You talk to Beomgyu as if you two were old friends. “Nah, that’s Kai, but what’d you bring?” He refers to the bag of food you’d picked up on your way here. “Fried chicken,” You walk over to the kitchen counter and place the bag down. 
“Woah,” You grimace. “That candle is strong.” Yeonjun closes the front door and skips over to you. “It’s vanilla,” He smiles. “Yeah, I can tell, I’m not a big fan of vanilla, sorry.” You look more disgusted than interested. (Yeonjun immediately blows the candle out). “Hi Y/n!” Kai waves at you from the little dining table. “Hey Kai, thanks for agreeing to model,” You give the youngest a side hug, which he happily accepts. “No problem! Thanks for the chicken,” he chimes. “You okay if we eat first Yeonjun?” You finally address him, your partner. “Yeah, no worries, I’m kinda hungry anyway.” He mutters. He had no idea you were so close with his friends. He watches from the counter as you make a plate for Kai, and then Beomgyu, chatting with them like you’ve known them your whole life. 
Then suddenly you hand him a plate. “Huh?” He blinks, so lost in thought he hadn’t heard a word you’d said. “Your food? I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I kinda gave you a bit of everything.” You respond, and suddenly Yeonjun’s heart bursts. If there’s one way to get Yeonjun to fall madly in love, it's food. (As if he wasn’t already in love with you.) “Thank you so much,” He smiles shyly, taking the plate giddily back to the table. “God you’re so weird.” Beomgyu pretends to vomit, earning a glare from Yeonjun. You finally make your own plate and sit between Yeonjun and Kai, and everyone digs in. “So,” Yeonjun finally asks after a few bites. “You guys all know each other?” He tries not to act suspiciously. You nod, swallowing your food. “Heeseung taught Y/n how to play League, so sometimes she joins us,” Beomgyu answers. 
“Sometimes as in once every three months,” You scoff. “Kai and I sometimes hang out during parties.” You nod to the youngest one, who is busy eating to his heart’s content. He can't believe that there were so many opportunities the two of you could have met sooner. (He has an inkling of a feeling Beomgyu has been gatekeeping you from him.) “Oh, cool,” He tries his best to not sound agitated. After everyone finishes their food, Beomgyu offers to wash the dishes so you and Yeonjun can begin working. “I’ll take Kai’s measurements if you want to go over the fabrics I chose.” You say, taking out your measuring tape from your bag. Yeonjun does as he’s told, overlooking the various cuts of fabric you’d stuff into the grocery bag. He’s so busy trying to figure out which would work best he doesn’t realize you and Kai are giggling in the living room. 
“Okay seriously, stop laughing, I have to do this correctly.” You warn Kai, though the smile on your face says otherwise. “Sorry, you just make this weird face when you concentrate.” He hums. You roll your eyes and jot down Kai’s waist before going behind him and measuring his shoulders. “Woah,” You suddenly stop. “What’s up?” Both of the men in the room look at you curiously. “Kai, you’ve got a really nice physique.” You suddenly compliment and Kai’s ears begin to burn red. “O-Oh thank you-” “Your shoulders are so broad, and your biceps.” You suddenly lift his arm up, forcing him to flex as you admire his body. “Have you ever considered modeling? Like legit?” Kai’s whole face is red now, and he can’t seem to keep eye contact with you. 
“No,” He whispers, shaking his head. “Well, you should.” You tell him, finally stepping back and scribbling the last of Kai’s measurements. Yeonjun steals your attention by clearing his throat. “Can I get your opinion on this Y/n?” He asks. “Just do whatever you think is best.” You tell him, walking over. “Well, I still want your opinion, this is your project too.” He teases. “I’m stuck between these two, which do you think leaves more of an impression?” He refers to the two fabrics, one Oxford cloth, and the other pinpoint. As you’re busy silently contemplating, Yeonjun realizes how much he enjoys your expressions. The pout on your lips as you're deep in thought, the way your brows furrow together. He can tell your brain is moving at 100 miles per hour.
“What if we used both? The colors compliment each other, and there’s something I’ve been wanting to try,” You sound unsure as you dig around your bag, pulling out a sketchbook. “I’m not that good at drawing like you, but hopefully you get the idea.” You flip to a certain page, pointing out a sketch. It’s a rough one, Yeonjun will admit, but he can clearly see what you mean. “I think the contrast in material and color will work nicely, plus it’d work well with your faux corset design.” You add. “This is great! I love it!” Yeonjun grins widely at you, not able to hide his happiness. He notices the tinge of pink on your cheeks as you smile shyly. “Thanks,” You mutter, turning away to hide your face. “We should start with the template,” You clear your throat. Yeonjun only chuckles, finding your shyness adorable.
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“What do you think?” You ask as you and Yeonjun stand side by side across the living room as Kai stiffly models for the both of you. “Well for starters, Kai you’ll never book a gig if you don’t have some fluidity.” He pokes fun. You giggle as Kai slumps. “But I really like it, I think maybe we drop the line here deeper though, to create that illusion of a cinched waist.” Yeonjun walks up and points out the problem area to you. “Right, I think I also want to make the placket one whole color and not blend into the design, so it breaks up the shape.” You also walk over, picking at the shirt. “Other than that I don’t have any complaints.” You and Yeonjun agree. “What do you think Kai?” Yeonjun asks. The boy looks at the mirror (Yeonjun had brought it out from his room) and inspects himself. “I like it.” He says simply. 
“Good.” You hum, collapsing on the couch. Beomgyu re-emerges from his room, after having disappeared for the past five hours after washing the dishes. “Finished? Good. I wanna watch TV.” He lightly shoves you to the side. You roll your eyes, before getting up again to begin cleaning up. “I can revise the design and send it to you later, did you want to borrow my sewing machine?” Yeonjun offers you. You glance at the machine on the dining table. It’s a bit older but it got the job done just fine. “I just thought since I can’t sew, you’d want to keep it for now.” He says as Kai gently folds the shirt up. “Yeah, if you’re okay with that.” You nod. “I don’t mind at all.” Yeonjun sends you a soft smile that has your stomach twisting, but you blame your hunger instead.
There’s a knock at the door and Kai goes to open it as you and Yeonjun finish cleaning up. “Oh hi Heeseung,” The mention of your friend’s name has you sitting up. “Hi, is Y/n here?” He asks, and you can see his head peeking in. “Here!” You stand up, just as Kai lets him in. “Hey, man,” Beomgyu smirks. The two were probably just playing a round of League before this. “Heeseung, hey. What’re you doing here?” Yeonjun gives a wave. You don’t notice the uneasiness in his eyes. “Just picking up Y/n again,” He laughs awkwardly. “Seung dropped me off,” You explain, picking up the heavy sewing machine. As if automatic, Yeonjun grabs the other handle with his free hand. “I got it, finish packing your stuff.” He assures you. 
You give him a grateful smile before letting go to add the rest of your stuff into your bag. “Did you see Jeongin’s message?” Beomgyu and Heeseung are already in deep conversation as you double-check all your items. “All packed up?” Heeseung finally asks. “Yeah, I’m ready.” You tell him, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “Here Yeonjun, I can-” “I got it.” Yeonjun swings the sewing machine away from Heeseung’s hand. The air feels stiff. “Uh, let me know if you need me to try on the shirt again later,” Kai awkwardly clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah I will.” You give him a pained smile, stepping out first. “See you Heeseung Y/n,” Beomgyu waves goodbye. “I’ll walk you two out,” Yeonjun decides, following you both down the stairs with the sewing machine. 
The walk to the car is silent, and not the good kind. When you three reach Heeseung’s beat-up Honda Civic, he pops the trunk for Yeonjun to load the machine. “Thanks,” Yeonjun only shakes his head. You three stand there uncomfortably, waiting for someone to say something, anything. “How are the plans for rush?” Heeseung tries to start a conversation. “Oh, they’re going good. There’s gonna be a huge rager Saturday night,” Yeonjun suddenly turns to you. “You’ll be there, right?” You blink, not expecting the conversation to be turned to you. His eyes are intense as he stares as if he is trying hard to read your mind. “Uh- Yeah, I will.” You nod, not knowing how to respond to the attention. “Good. I’ll see you there then,” Yeonjun looks pleased with himself, walking slowly backward back to his apartment.
As you and Heeseung get into the car, you finally let out a breath of relief, one you had no idea you were hiding. Heeseung immediately giggles, hiding his grin behind his hands like a schoolgirl. Your response is to glare, but that doesn’t scare your roommate. “You like him! And he likes you!” He squeals, and you have to physically stop yourself from slapping that smile off his face. “Can we just go home, I’m starving,” You sigh, turning away. “Okay, okay,” Heeseung’s giggles finally subside. “But let me tell the others real quick-” Heeseung never got to send that message, because the next thing he knew you’d lunged at him.
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Bonus:
Y/n doesn't drive, so Heeseung is her personal chauffeur (she forces him)
Jollibee chicken is the best change my mind you can't
Every time Yeonjun has a girl over he lights the vanilla bean candle from bath and body works
All the workers know him as the vanilla bean guy
Beomgyu was supposed to hang out with Jeongin, who was going to introduce him to his famous friends (more on that in Beomgyu's series hehe)
Yeonjun was definitely not jealous that Y/n said Kai had a nice body, and he definitely did not go to the gym and disobey the doctor's orders
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may-russell · 9 months ago
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Everything has changed 💌
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Summary: Y/N and Hamzah ‘dated’ in elementary school, a puppy love that made them the talk of the playground. Eventually, they grew apart and lost contact, but years later, an unexpected encounter in college brings them back together, sparkling old feelings and memories. Now they wonder if their childhood bond could turn into something more…
Word Count: 1.5k (more or less)
Genre: Fluff
!hamzah x fem reader
Chapter 2: Fate.
The campus was alive with the buzz of the annual Spring Festival. The central courtyard adorned and decorated to welcome the students browsing through the booths offering everything from handmade crafts to a wide variety of food and drinks.
Music drifted from the stage, where local bands competed for the crowd’s attention.
Y/N navigated the busy scene with her friends, making their way through the flood of people, her eyes scanning the area for anything interesting. The festival was a welcome break from the stress of exams, and she was looking forward to enjoying the evening. She stopped at a booth selling handmade jewelry, her attention caught by a pair of earrings when a familiar voice floated over the noise of the crowd.
“Hey, you should totally try the fried chicken tenders over there!”
She turned, the voice sparking a memory she couldn’t quite place. As she looked around, her gaze landed on a tall, smiling figure leaning casually against a booth, his eyes lit up with the same mischievous glint she remembered from years ago.
Hamzah.
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t seen him since middle school, and yet here he was, just a few feet away, looking both familiar and completely different at the same time. His face had matured, but the playful smile and big brown eyes were unmistakable.
Gathering her courage, Y/N stepped forward. “Hamzah?” she called out, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement.
He turned towards her, his expression shifting from curiosity to recognition in an instant. “Y/N? Wow, it’s been ages!” His face broke into a wide grin as he walked over, his arms open for a hug.
She laughed, returning the embrace. “I can’t believe it’s you! What are the odds of running into each other here?”
“It’s crazy, right?” Hamzah said, pulling back to look at her. “I had no idea you were at this school. What have you been up to?”
They found a quieter spot near the edge of the courtyard, away from the loud music and bustling crowds. As they caught up, the years apart seemed to melt away. Y/N told him about her major, her new friends, and the ups and downs of college life. Hamzah shared stories of his classes, his roommate, and updates on his family.
“I can’t believe we’ve both been here this whole time and never ran into each other,” Y/N said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Maybe we were meant to find each other now,” Hamzah replied, his eyes meeting hers with a sincerity that made her heart flutter.
“After all those years” she said, memories sparkling in her mind.
“I suppose it was fate that brought us back together” Hamzah said with a smile.
“Maybe,” Y/N replied, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.
And just like that, the once inseparable duo were back together again.
Hanging out in each other’s dorms, going to parties, meeting their friends, studying together, opening up to each other, trusting each other with everything and anything, just like when they were kids.
Time felt to melt away around them, it seemed like it was never enough, no matter how much time they spent together, they always had more things to talk about.
Months went by and just like that, fall midterms were right around the corner. Hamzah was stressed, being an IT major was not easy, and lately it’s all he talked about.
The library was packed with anxious students revising for their exams, but still, quiet, all you could hear were faint chatters and clicky keyboards.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I try to study but it’s like, no matter how hard I try, I don’t feel ready.”
“Hamzah, I think you need a break, you’ve been here all day”
“I don’t need a break, I need a miracle-”
Y/N yawned, interrupting him. “And I need to go to sleep, it’s getting late” She said, getting up her seat and grabbing her bag.
“Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?” Hamzah asked, getting up his seat as well.
“Nah, you should walk to yours though. Seriously, get some rest, you’ll be fine.”
“It’s tomorrow, I don’t know if-“ He felt a hand patting his shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Trust me.”
“How do you know?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“Because you’ll have this” She said, pulling a dark blue bracelet from her bag.
“What’s that?”
“A lucky bracelet.” A proud grin in her face. “Here.”
As Hamzah took it, his mind wandered to the past, “Aww just like the ones you used to make me when we were kids”. He smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever”. She tried to brush it off. “Come on, grab your things. Let’s get outta here.”
While gathering his stuff, another memory sparked in his head; An old lunchbox under his bed where he kept old trinkets from his childhood.
“I still have them, you know?” He confessed.
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”.
“Yeah, all of them.” His tone soft.
Warmth spread though Y/N’s chest. He kept them. She felt her cheeks turning red, so she quickly thought of something to focus the attention back to him.
“Well, I still have that card you gave me in valentines day.” She teased as they made their way out the library.
Hamzah’s eye widened as he remembered the card, he immediately wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes. Covering them with his hand in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.
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“…Love Bugs”
Y/N clapped her hands together as she laughed. “Look at you. You got all red.”
“Stoppp” he playfully pushed her.
“How did you come up with it?” still laughing. “I gotta say, using your feet to make the shape of a bug was pretty creative”. Teasingly returning the push.
“I googled ‘Valentines day cards’ and it popped out” A hearty laugh burst from his lips.
It was moments like these that transported them back in time.
They were still those 5th graders at heart.
After accompanying Y/N to her dorm, Hamzah’s walk to his was a blur. He was still in the moment, so much he didn’t realize there was a huge smile in his face as he went inside his shared dorm.
“Look at you, who where you with?” His roommate, Martin, teased, pulling him back to reality.
“No one. Just Y/N.” He said, trying to sound unfazed.
“Y/N? Man just ask her out already”
“What? No, we’re just… friends.”
“Sure buddy” A grin in Martin’s face.
“Wdym?? Dude, we’ve been friends forever. I can’t ask her out” It wasn’t clear if he wanted to convince Martin he only saw her as a friend, or himself.
“It’s so obvious you both like each other. Even her friends can see it.”
“What friends? And, see what?” a puzzled look in his face.
“I was hanging out with Mandy, her roommate, and she said she mentioned how you two would make a good couple to Y/N, and immediately she jumped and asked if you had said something about it”.
“That doesn’t prove anything,” He said pacing around the room looking for a pair of clean socks. “Plus, you only say that cause you like Mandy and me dating Y/N would help you, and dude, this place is a mess I can’t find anything here.”
“Um, fyi, Mandy DOES like me, no thanks to you, and,” He tossed Hamzah a pair of socks. “We’re not the only ones that think that, ask literally anyone, WE ALL KNOW.”
“Whatever man.”
That night it was extra hard for Hamzah to sleep, between worrying about his big exam tomorrow and the thought that Y/N might like him. His head was a mess.
And he wasn’t the only one. Y/N ‘s friends kept teasing her about him too, begging her to make a move.
It seemed like everyone around them knew, everyone but them.
The morning after Hamzah woke up to a text from Y/N; “Good luck on your exam! You’ll do great”, reading that placed a huge smile on his face, it’s weird, he never smiles this much when texting anyone else. Whatever, she’s just a friend. A really good friend.
During his exam, he couldn’t stop fidgeting with the bracelet Y/N gave her last night, it felt like the touch of it was enough to ease his mind, it helped him focus.
Once he was done, he handed it to his teacher, who skimmed through it and looked at him with a genuine smile “Good Job.” Those two words were enough to send Hamzah running out that classroom straight to the cafeteria, where he knew Y/N would be.
“Y/N!,” he shouted when he saw her, “it worked!!”
“What worked?” She was confused, but he seemed happy, so she was happy.
“The- the bracelet!” he said catching his breath.
“Calm down” She said placing her hands on his arms, signaling him to breathe. “So it went well?”
“Well?? It went great!- Oh Y/N I’m so happy I could kiss you!”
He froze as he realized what he’d just blurted out.
“Sorry- I mean- I- If you-“ His apology was cut short as he felt Y/N move closer to him, his arms wrapping around her body, her face inches away from his. Their eyes locked, the intensity of her gaze making him feel as she could read his every thought.
The world around them went quiet as they closed the distance between them with a kiss. It was soft yet passionate, a perfect blend of familiarity and newness. Her hands slid to the back of his head, caressing his curls. His arms tighten around her waist, the moment so surreal he feared it might slip away.
Hamzah broke the kiss with a chuckle, slowly pulling away.
“What?” Y/N asked, a smile playing on her lips.
“You still wear strawberry lip balm.” He teased.
“Shut up” She said, leaning in to kiss him again.
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boothillssugarmomma · 11 months ago
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Fake It Til You Make It
(Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader)
cw-: Suggestive jokes at times, fluff all the way, mutual pining, fake!marriage trope, suggestive scene
🎀 authorsnote: THIS ONE IS HELLA LONG SO I HAD TO SPLIT IT UP INTO THREE PARTS ☝️😀...took so much time to edit and fix too...English was not Englishing...
please don't steal my work!
Pt 2: Fake It Til You Make It
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 Atsumu takes a deep breath as he opens the door to his apartment. "Hey…my love…" He smirks, he takes a pause before sighing. “What do ya think…too much? This has to be believable…"
He stares at you as you take your headphones off, glaring at him with a playful gaze.
Atsumu and you are definitely not married, you're not even dating. But a few weeks ago…he blabbed about his perfect wife to his old teammates to make them jealous. So, after realizing he fucked himself over, he begged you to help him out. As his best friend, and roommate, you naturally said yes (he begged for hours). 
"Excuse me?" You hum 
“You heard meeee." He whines, walking over to the couch and laying on it, looking up at you in amusement. “Honey” He emphasizes, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Would it kill you to not make a sassy remark?”
"Do I seriously have to pretend to be your wife at the party tonight?" You sigh before flipping through the magazine you were reading. He knows this isn't ideal for you as you hate lying…and he knew he'd have to pay you back ten fold for this. "You could always just tell the truth!" You groan before the magazine shuts.
“I told you…” He sighs dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “It’ll be fine! Just pretend to be the best wife. One who dotes on her husband and never says a word back.” Wincing as you bonk him on the head.
"Uh huh..." Atsumu can feel the heat of a glare on his head. 
“And.” He adds, taking his arm from his face and opening one eye to look at you. He raises a brow. “Try to seem at least a little bit happy to be with your dear husband yours truly, Atsumu-chan!”
"I'll do my best..." You roll your eyes. Glancing over at the ticking clock hanging above the front door, it reads as six o clock…almost time for the party.
“I hope so…” He says, sitting up and leaning forward a bit. His smile turns a little more serious. “You do know what happens if we can’t pull it off tonight, right?”
"No...what happens." 
Atsumus face looks utterly disgusted and betrayed as a gasp fills your ears.
“My entire team makes fun of me.” He pouts before looking away. “Then again, they already do. They’ll just be more obnoxious about it.”
"That's true they'll never let you live it down..." You tsk your tongue. Laying back more on the couch to stretch without a care in the world. 
“Exactly!” He emphasizes. “I will be ridiculed by everyone even my old teammates and rival teams! I won’t have peace in my own home!” Atsumu pouts, looking up at you innocently. “You wouldn’t want me to suffer that… right?”
Taking a minute to answer, your eyes glare daggers into his before you sigh, dropping your head and shaking it. "No I guess not..." 
“So, all you need to do is pretend to like me!” He says with a huff. “Act like I’m everything you could ever want in a man. Even though you don't have to pretend." He sniffs and sighs. "I already know I am…” Giving you a sly wink before stretching out onto the couch. 
 Rolling your eyes, you sit forward and nudge him with your foot. "Yeah ok..." 
“That’s the spirit!” Your stupid stupid friend hums, laying back down on the couch. “So, go change into something cute...” He says, waving a hand in the air. “It can’t hurt to sell it, right?”
"Ouch!" You smack his arm and gasp. "You don't think this is cute?" Whining as you get up, your sweatpants practically hanging off while your tanktop is particularly tight. 
Raising his eyebrows a small smirk crawls onto his face. “Oh, it is. It really is….” His eyes slowly move up and down your body, stopping at your ass as he bites his bottom lip before looking back up, a faint red tint on his cheeks. 
The blonde clears his throat, looking away. “But, like, it’s not party material, you know?”
"True..."
“Right. So, go put on a cute sundress!” He says, waving a hand. “That’ll sell it for sure.” 
He glances over his shoulder to look out the window, his cheeks still tinted pink.
You roll your eyes before walking off to your room to change into something more party acceptable. You'd never admit it to the stupid blonde…but you were happy to play his fake wife. 
Now all he has to do is wait. He sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone boredly, before tossing his phone aside and glancing at the wall clock.
“Why does she take so long?” He mutters to himself, looking slightly annoyed. Atsumu hums as he hears clacking of heels on the hardwood floor.  "Finally took you lo-" He trails off as he sees you. 
"How do I look?" You whisper. You look gorgeous wearing a cute little halter top yellow sundress, a tiny white diner apron, paired with tights and cute black heels. (I'VE SEEN THIS DAMN OUTFIT ALL DAY AND I NEED IT)
You take notice of his eyes widening slightly as his mouth falls open, eyes eventually trailing up and down your form. A small, genuine smile forms on his lips. 
“Perfect.” He quickly stands up and steps closer, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against it. As he pulls back, the small smile turns into a cheeky smirk.
“My gorgeous wife.”
"Yeah yeah...my lovely husband..." You roll your eyes and smirk. Nudging him playfully as your eyes meet. 
He laughs quietly. “See? We’ll be fine at the party.” He releases your hand, instead substituting is for your chin, tilting it up. He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, leaning just a bit closer.
“We should probably practice the kissing a bit more, though…” He whispers, his breath fanning over her lips. “Since we’re practically newlyweds.”
You roll your eyes. "Save it for the party Atsumu..." You nudge him.
He laughs again, pulling away and throwing an arm over your shoulder. “You’re adorable…” He says, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head. “But we’ll never get better if we don’t practice.” 
Glancing at the clock on the wall he hums. “It’s six fifteen…” He smirks, leading you toward the couch. “The party doesn’t start for an hour. We have plenty of time to practice…”
You hesitate as you watch his pleading face, your eyes weaken and he knows he hit your weak spot for him. "Fine...one kiss..." 
He grins. “Yeah? Then come’re and give me one!” Pulling you down onto the couch beside him. He cups your cheek almost immediately and presses his lips to your own, kissing you for a few moments before pulling back.
Atsumu's thumb gently rubs your cheek as he stares at you, a faint smirk/smile on his face. “One’s not enough…” He whispers with a small pleading tone, leaning in again he hovers over your lips. “Another, please?”
"I mean…its just practice…so its not weird..." You whisper with a gentle gulp, swallowing nerves. 
His smile widens considerably as his nose brushes against yours. “I like the sound of that…” He hums before pressing his lips to yours again. This one lingers longer than the previous one, but he once again pulls away with a teasing smile on his face, his thumb still rubbing at your cheek.
“You know, we could easily be better than the other couples at the party if we practiced more…” He says, voice barely just above a whisper.
"Oh yeah?" 
“Mhm…” The brown eyed bundle of nerves hums, his hand trailing down to rest on your hip, rubbing small circles there and holding you tight. He presses his lips to yours once more, kissing you for a few moments before moving down, lips brushing along your jaw before gently nipping at the nape of your neck. He pulls away after a moment, letting out a quiet groan, eyes closing.
“You taste so good…”
"You're a great kisser...never expected that..." You tease softly.
“Oh yeah? What did you expect?” He asks in amusement, his hand shifting from your hip up under the hem of your dress, running up along your outer thigh. He presses a kiss to the side of your jaw.
"No hickies!" You scoff as he suckles on a spot. Ignoring his previous question. 
Atsumu laughs quietly at the request. “I wasn’t planning on it…” He mumbles, obviously lying,  pressing a few more kisses to the side of your neck before stopping and pulling away slightly to look at you fully, hand still rubbing the skin of your thigh. 
He leans back into the couch cushion behind him, staring at you, a faint smirk and a look of mischief on his face. “You know, if you really want to sell it at the party, we should make it known that you’re my wife in more ways than just kissing…”
"And what do you mean by that?" You nudge him gently with your elbow. 
He gives you a knowing look, a smirk on his face as he sits back up, hand slowly moving further up the plush of your thigh, stopping just shy of your panties. “You’re a pretty smart girl…" The man murmurs, moving closer. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”
Brown eyes flick from yours to your rosy lips, and he slowly leans in. Instead of kissing you again however, he stops just before your lips make contact. “Let me show you…maybe?”
You nod quickly and shift to give him better access.
Without any hesitation, he closes the remaining distance, pressing his lips to yours. But…this kiss is very different from the other kisses: it’s desperate, deep, needy, and slightly sloppy. It only lasts for a few moments before he’s pulling away though, his eyes meeting yours, breathless.
“There are lots of ways to make it known…” He says, his voice hoarse with lust. “Do I need to keep showing you?” Atsumus eyes connect with yours, and you know what he's hoping…for you to say yes…and you're more than ready to give him that answer.
You pull on the collar of his shirt softly and nod. "Please..."
He leans in again, brushing his nose against yours for a moment before meeting those precious fuckin lips again. Like the previous kiss, it’s needy, hungry, and desperate. He kisses you like a man starved, tongue slipping into your mouth.
He pulls away for just a moment to catch his breath again, panting slightly. “You taste so good…” He whispers, pressing another soft kiss to your pink, swollen lips. “So good.”
Suddenly it hits you both…you're kissing. You both freeze.
Atsumu’s gaze travels down to those lips he thinks he'll never stop thinking about, taking in their plumpness and slight pink tint, before he shakes his head and looks back up to your eyes. The look of desire and love in his eyes remains, but he pushes down any other thoughts.
Right now is just to practice. Nothing more.
…But damn, he really wishes for just a moment (always) that this were real. That this wasn’t all just for show. That you really actually did love him that way.
You straighten your hair and clear your throat. "Well I think we did good…nice practice?" 
“We did…” He laughs softly, adjusting his clothes and running his fingers through his hair. His eyes flicker down to a few small blemishes on your neck, and he resists the urge to apologize again, instead nodding. “I think we’ll do great tonight!” 
He stands from the couch, his cheeks flushed. “I need a drink real quick. Do you want one?”
"U-Uh water thanks." You hum softly, trying to stop the blush from coming back to your face. 
He gives you a questioning look but doesn’t say anything, instead turning away and walking to the kitchen. He grabs one bottle of water and one bottle of beer for himself, returning with both after a moment. He hands you the water before popping open the beer and taking a sip.
“We have around thirty minutes before we leave…” He says, checking his watch before looking back up at you. “Anything you wanna do while we wait?”
"...well...I don't like your tie...so let me pick out a different one." You hum, quickly getting up and walking back to his room. 
He lets out a quiet groan, tilting his head back and looking up at the ceiling for a moment.
She’ll be the death of me…
He sighs and follows you down the hall, setting his beer on the bedside table when he reaches his room. Leaning against the wall, he watches you look over his selection of ties, arms crossed over his chest.
"Hmmm this one?" You hold one up to him to see the contrast. "Nah..." Putting it back to just find another one. 
“So picky…” He says, shaking his head with a small scoff. Despite that, he smiles softly, watching your determined look as you sift through his ties. 
He stands beside you and reaches for a tie himself, turning to you so you can see. “Maybe…this one?” He suggests, holding up a royal purple tie, leaning towards you, your faces near.
"That's not really you though..." You scoff and roll your eyes. 
He purses his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing back at his ties. He reaches past you and pulls out a gold one: very similar in color to his hair. 
“How about this one, then?” He holds it up beside his head, matching the contrast of his hair with the tie. “It accents me quite well, you see?”
"Yes!" You clap your hands and grab it from him before undoing his original tie. 
His cheeks darken slightly at the enthusiasm, but he does a good job of hiding his embarrassment. Despite that, he still smiles. Your behavior was too cute for his heart.
He steps closer so you can remove the old tie easier. He rests a hand on top of yours, steadying it as you undo it.
You place the tie in his closet before turning back to him to tie the new one. 
He raises his chin slightly to make the task easier, watching with a growing smile as your hands quickly begin to work.
If only she really were my wife…
“You’re very good at this…” He murmurs, watching you intently. “Have you tied a tie before?”
"I used to tie my dad's ties..." You smile with a small laugh. "My mom used to say I begged to learn..." 
Atsumu chuckles softly, smile widening slightly. “Really?” He hums, tilting his head slightly to give you better access. “Well, it certainly shows. I’d almost think you were a professional.”
"Professional?" You scoff in a laugh. "I don't think thats a profession dumbass…"
Atsumu’s smile widens and he chuckles again, shaking his head. “Yes, professional...” The setter teases. 
He rests a hand on your hip, pulling you closer as he looks down at you. From this angle, you looked a bit smaller then he usually saw you, but in a cute way. He almost wants to pull your cute ass into a hug.
"... you're very good at being a fake husband." You tease, poking his nose with your index finger.
“Of course I am!” He laughs, giving a self-confident smile. “I’m good at everything.” His ego shows and he raises his chin. “Even being a real husband, if I needed to be.”
"Well whoever ends up with you is lucky." You hum gently. "I hope you'll say the same for me?" You tease.
His smile falters slightly at your teasing words, and he looks at you with a conflicted look in his eyes.
Why did that bother him so much? Why did the image of you being married to someone else make his stomach twist…?
He quickly composes himself though, clearing his throat. He lets out an overconfident laugh, stepping back away from you. “Well, of course they will be! I’m great...and you are too I guess…” You hit his arm playfully.
You laugh softly and nod. "Perfect...except…" You snap your fingers and grab a hairbrush off his nightstand, leaning upward to begin fixing his messy hair.
A faint tint of red forms on his cheeks and he raises a brow, watching you work. “I’m fine, you know…” He mumbles, but he makes no attempts to stop you. In fact, he doesn’t even step away, tilting his head down for better access.
"Nope, your bangs needed fixing." You smirk and huff.
He lets out a quiet scoff, but doesn’t reply. Instead, he simply stares at you as you fix his hair. He could feel his heart beginning to beat faster as he stood here with you, watching this perfect girl fix his hair with no hesitation or shame. 
You couldn’t possibly ever be his, could you? But the way you acted around him, the way you spoke and teased him: it all made it seem so real.
As if you were really a couple… 
It was almost maddening…
But he loved it…
And he wanted you to love him…just as much as he loved you…
"Ok there!" You smile and stand back to give him a once over. 
He takes a step back and looks at himself in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair. He looks himself up and down before turning back to you with a smirk. 
“I look amazing!” He says, putting on a fake, overconfident tone of vanity, one hand on his hip. He holds his chin up and gives you a teasing once over as well. “Don’t I?”
"You just fucked up your hair again..." You groan and shake your head.
As he moves to reach for his hair yet again, he realizes that he actually did mess it up again, and he drops his hand with a sigh. 
“Well, now it just looks normal!” He huffs, a half-hearted shrug. He gives you a small smile though: the type of smile that’s full of fondness and appreciation…and maybe…even love. “Thank you, though, for your effort.”
Your roll your eyes and loop your arm with his, standing next to him and glancing in the mirror. "We look good together... people will believe it."  
He chuckles quietly before looking at the mirror, a genuine smile settling onto his face as he stares at the reflection. 
“I think we look very good together… as husband and wife.” Astumu lifts a hand off your arm to run a hand through his hair again once more, this time just styling it to look nice. “We’ll be perfect at the party, don’t worry.”
You nod softly and fluff your hair once more. "Ok...ready to go?" You hum
He nods in return, pulling you closer with a smile, resting his arm around your waist. The contact between you and him is intoxicating, but he pushes the thought away for another time.
“Let’s go, my love” He teases, leading you toward the door. “This party won’t know what hit them with how believable we are.”
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stylesclarified · 5 months ago
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In the Louis/Liam Gallagher post, you mentioned writing a post on Louis being a homophobic bully
You then said this:
"Louis cheated on Hannah with Eleanor and at first Hannah didn't know, so she and Louis were on good terms, but she has been openly very negative about Louis ever since late 2011."
Do you remember Hannah's brother tweeted that Hannah had caught him cheating with a man? And before that, while Louis was on X factor someone tweeted that Louis had bullied another boy at the school for being gay. That, and your other comment below
"think he's still trying to market himself this way because deep down he still wants the acceptance of his high school buddies and other men like them"
seems to represent, in my opinion, someone who willingly mocks gay men, or those who don't fit into a particular role, because it's not deemed cool by his friends. I'm not trying to turn this into a "is he gay, is he straight" discussion but reading your post, breaking down his people pleaser personality in a way, has me thinking that if he was gay or bi, he wouldn't want to come out because it wouldn't be seen as "cool" by his friends, or fit in with his faux Liam Gallagher tough guy persona. I think the only reason he stayed close to his Doncaster friends is because they're the only friendships he had so he feels the need to impress them. He didn't seem to bond with or make long lasting friendships in his time in the band. Sure he had Zayn, Liam and so on, but there isn't a real genuine friendship between him and anyone outside the band from that time.... compared to someone like harry who was always networking
I think his sexuality is somewhat important in all of this Liam Gallagher wannabe character he's playing because it seems to mirror his behaviour in high school (bullying gay people to fit in with his friends and putting on an act, and now he's laying on this chav act very thick to replicate his friends' behaviours to fit in. Seems to be a pattern)
I understand this message might be crossing a line discussing sexuality, but I would be interested in your opinion on how he wishes to be perceived by his friends, and the bullying claims
I'm going to quote stuff you say to answer, because this is very long.
Do you remember Hannah's brother tweeted that Hannah had caught him cheating with a man?
This didn't happen. Louis cheated on Hannah with Eleanor, not with a man. How do I know this? Well, Alana Burton.
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Harry started working at W. Mandeville, a bakery in Holmes Chapel, when he was fourteen years old. Alana also worked there, she's from a nearby town that I'm not gonna name out of respect for the fact that she's not a celebrity and is quite private (Larries have spread this, though). Alana is two years older than Harry, so after a while working together, she moved to Manchester to go to university. She met Eleanor Calder there and they became roommates.
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Harry then got put in 1D, they came in third in the X Factor, and then they toured with the rest of the contestants of that season. These are some of the X Factor tour dates:
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Harry invited Alana to go to one of their shows — we don't know which one (presumably one of the Manchester shows). Alana brought friends, Eleanor being one of them. This is why they've always said that Louis introduced Louis and Eleanor.
Larries interpreted Harry being uncomfortable about this as him being heartbroken or jealous... No, he was probably perfectly aware of the fact that Louis had cheated. Harry got along really well with Hannah.
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Larries also lied and said that Harry didn't get on with Eleanor, but that's absolutely not true.
This is Harry and Eleanor hanging out a few years ago. And yes, that's Eleanor. This is the pub right next to Harry's house, which Eleanor is been known to frequent. You could also see her dad in the video.
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Anyway, tangent over.
This is the story Alana herself tells to her friends. There was a Larrie here a while ago who openly talked about this because she allegedly met one of Alana's friends. She gave details that the fandom didn't have at the time, like the fact that it happened during the X Factor tour.
Why did she do this? Well, when confirmed that he was about to become a father, Larries created a disgusting blog with "receipts" where everyone would submit theirs. She tried to use this as a receipt against the validity of Louis and Eleanor (I don't remember what her logic at the time was) and it backfired. As far as I'm aware, the posts are deleted. I THINK this is the Larrie that spread the "receipt":
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I can't find anything else about this on her blog, but I'm pretty sure it was her and she just deleted everything. This is one of the OG huge Larrie blogs talking about it years later:
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I don't generally take what Larries say seriously, but the fact is that all of these things align with what members of the band have said, with Harry hanging out with Alana (even their families together, as per the pictures I posted above), and with things I detailed in a second.
I mean, Louis himself had already sort of said it to Seventen Magazine (July 2012):
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He didn't tell the entire story because in March 2011, Louis was still VERY MUCH with Hannah. In fact, she posted this pic on Easter, a month later:
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And they wouldn't break up until July. Hannah took a break from Twitter July 17. I can't post her tweets because her account has been deactivated for years but I can post fan reactions to her tweets:
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This next screenshot I could find on Google. Read it bottom to top, it starts July 17 and ends July 24. But basically, after her Twitter break, on July 24, Hannah vaguely referenced that she and Louis had broken up but that they were on good terms, to which Louis agreed.
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Obviously, at the time, Hannah had no idea that Louis had met Eleanor several months prior and had... let's call it "kept in touch." Stanley Lucas was one of Louis' best friends (Louis even bought Stan a car). This screenshot was taken in 2015, when Eleanor briefly reactivated her Facebook after she and Louis broke up. Stan had a private profile, but a fan had a friend in common with him and...
(Don't ask me for the source of the screenshot because it's completely lost to time. I just tend to save stuff. I actually found this buried in my Google photos account recently when I was cleaning up).
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The timing is........ incredible. And to make matters worse, Eleanor's cousin, Emily, was a huge 1D fan since their X Factor days. She was kept in the dark about Eleanor and Louis knowing each other until after he and Hannah broke up and almost immediately:
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I can't embed for some reason, but here's the link
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He also followed her on Twitter and called her on the phone:
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As far as she was aware, at this point, Louis and Eleanor were "just friends" and she wouldn't find out they were an item until it became public knowledge. Why? Because, well, she was a child, and she was a 1D fan, so she knew perfectly well that Louis had a girlfriend until LITERALLY two weeks prior to following her.
Larries took Emily's lack of knowledge of the situation as "proof" of it being all fake, instead of the fact that she was lied to and told 1% of the information. She was told that Louis and Eleanor had known each other for a while, but she didn't have the full context:
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Sugarscape, a popular media outlet at the time that had a lot of interviews with 1D, said that someone spotted Louis with a brunette girl at V Festival (August 20/21 2011). I can't find the original article because Sugarscape has gone offline since then, but I can find an archived version of a second article where they reference it, a year later:
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Eleanor confirmed it was her:
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Sugarscape wrote this second article because Louis had given an interview where he said that he and Eleanor didn't know how long they'd been together:
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Larries also used this as proof that their relationship was fake, but... he couldn't say how long they'd been together BECAUSE THEY CHEATED. Not because he "didn't know" or because "he didn't care" or any other Larrie-backward-ass-logic. He did know, but if he admitted it, he was basically spelling out that he had cheated on his ex for months.
Notice how Sugarscape corrects Louis, who said they'd been together for 6-8 months. They're like "no, actually, it's at least 11." And, no, actually, it's MORE.
So, when you say that Hannah's brother said Louis cheated with a man.... no girl. He cheated with Eleanor. At first, Hannah didn't know, but she probably did realize it eventually, and that's why her brother was upset. This is what he said (a year+ after the breakup, and a month after the Sugarscape article I linked):
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He used a gay slur, and that's why Larries say that George accused Louis of cheating with a man, but that's... not true. You can see from his profile picture that he was a literal child. He most likely just used that slur because it was the worst word he could think of and had no idea what the implications were. Louis had been with Eleanor, very openly, for a year. They were first spotted together in September 2011. Eleanor then confirmed that they were together IN AUGUST.
You think that Louis not only had a parallel relationship with a man, but also that his ex girlfriend's little brother (I think he was literally, like, 12), knew about it and tweeted about it openly?
And the proof of this is one word that can be very easily explained with logic? As opposed the mountains of proof of the opposite? Not that OG Larry blog believed George was alluding to Louis cheating with a man, and she was so delusional, she believed that Hannah was "a friend who was doing Louis a favor."
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And before that, while Louis was on X factor someone tweeted that Louis had bullied another boy at the school for being gay.
"Someone" didn't tweet this. Three separate people did, over the course of eight years, including the gay boy himself. One day I'll make a post about it.
That, and your other comment below "think he's still trying to market himself this way because deep down he still wants the acceptance of his high school buddies and other men like them" seems to represent, in my opinion, someone who willingly mocks gay men, or those who don't fit into a particular role, because it's not deemed cool by his friends.
Or because he's an asshole? Just saying.
I'm not trying to turn this into a "is he gay, is he straight" discussion
You absolutely are, babe. Own up to it. Louis has said he's straight, and there's literally no reason whatsoever to believe he's lying or that has changed.
but reading your post, breaking down his people pleaser personality in a way, has me thinking that if he was gay or bi, he wouldn't want to come out because it wouldn't be seen as "cool" by his friends, or fit in with his faux Liam Gallagher tough guy persona.
I know it's painful to accept the fact that an artist you like is an asshole, but you're doing too much. He's straight. He didn't cheat with a man — a child simply called him the f slur because he thought it was a good insult. He cheated with a woman, has consistently dated women, he got a woman pregnant. He used to pile girls into vans while leaving clubs wasted and high off his face. He's straight and he's an asshole. He's not secretly gay and trying to fit in.
What you're doing is called self-soothing.
I think the only reason he stayed close to his Doncaster friends is because they're the only friendships he had so he feels the need to impress them. He didn't seem to bond with or make long lasting friendships in his time in the band. Sure he had Zayn, Liam and so on, but there isn't a real genuine friendship between him and anyone outside the band from that time.... compared to someone like harry who was always networking
I can actually agree with this, in terms of him feeling the need to impress his friends. But this doesn't justify his treatment of that boy or make it any less embarrassing. He's a grown man. Can I empathize? Sure. Can I also say that he should work on it? Absolutely.
I think his sexuality is somewhat important in all of this Liam Gallagher wannabe character he's playing because it seems to mirror his behaviour in high school (bullying gay people to fit in with his friends and putting on an act, and now he's laying on this chav act very thick to replicate his friends' behaviours to fit in. Seems to be a pattern)
He's straight. There's absolutely no reason whatsoever to think he's not straight. He's 100% straight. He bullied gay people because he's a dick. And it's not the only homophobic thing he has done. He literally kicked rainbow flags off the stage for no fucking reason in the middle of concerts, and his friends were nowhere near when this was happening:
This is a gay 1D fan who tweeted about it one of the multiple times it happened:
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As I said, one day I'll make a post... this is just one of the many many things he's done.
I understand this message might be crossing a line discussing sexuality, but I would be interested in your opinion on how he wishes to be perceived by his friends, and the bullying claims
It's not crossing a line. You're fine. It's just that you're not well-informed, which I'll chalk up to the fact that disinformation runs rampant in this fandom. It's why I made this blog lmao. I can't blame someone who (I'm assuming) comes in later and sees all the random things people took out of context. But... yeah. Louis is not a poor self-hating gay. He's just a dick.
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