#bless your fuckboy heart my guy i am loving it

[hydrachea]

Everybody say thank you Takasugi for always threatening the game's rating with your very presence!

[cinnamonest]

Those anons kinda made me realize something, sorry if it's corny! It is what it is, these fics really can help certain people deal with all sorts of situations, including people such as myself that are romantically starved beyond repair. All my life I've been alone, no one has ever looked at me in that nice, kind way. I don't like how these days everything revolves around dating and boyfriends, while everyone's talking about their first kisses and whatnot I'm just sitting there in the background, feeling like a nobody because I am 19 and I've never even held hands properly, let alone went on a date or had my first kiss. When I was out with a friend of mine, he grabbed my hand as a joke because he wanted to mimic the couples around us bc we both single af, and when I tell you I almost teared up because of that 😖 There are of course times when I feel INCREDIBLY blessed to be a walking fuck boy repellent but damn, would it nice to be noticed, to just be someone's first choice.

Everyone always tells me that I'm not dating material, that I am just straight up marriage material, and I get that they sort of mean it as a compliment but it doesn't feel like that sometimes!! I'm 19, I'm not looking to get married rn!!! And all of the guys I have met make it so clear what they want, they don't even bother to hide it 😤😤😤

But yeah, your fics, and just writing in general just kind of helps me cope with my lonely little heart. I would NEVER actually date a yandere irl but, doesn't the idea of someone loving you so much that they're willing to do anything for you sound SO APPEALING? It doesn't help that I live in a pretty small area and I do not fit in here at ALL.

Apologies for dumping all of this on you! Your writing really is amazing, you obviously pour a lot of love into it. You're amazing Lena, feeding all of us degenerates!

Noooo you're fine!! I am actually like super glad that my horny energy has provided good things for people tbh it was unexpected... I didn't think I would be appreciated beyond just fulfilling horny needs but I'm really happy I can provide comfort for people too :3

Also tbh it's good to hold off on things as long as possible like... I know way too many people that got married and had kids by 16-20 and it's 😬😬 not good... And yeah I can certify from Firsthand Experience™ you do NOT want to date an obsessive dude irl. And tbh quality over quantity like... There are so many fuckboys and bad dudes in this world but I find that typically the people that attract less guys tend to attract higher quality ones which is a good thing really. And also that's totally normal!! Iirc most people don't really get into dating until college and I didn't really either :p

[suganovakawa]

For the fic title game - I swear I loved you before. 👀

omg bless u anonnie i am on this

𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 .

this is def a fuckboy! atsumu miya type of story, hands down

but for the fic, it’s definitely gonna take place when the two of you are full grown adults

flashback, you were one of atsumu’s targets back in high school— and boy, he got you good

you knew of his player reputation around inarizaki, and when you knew that he had his sights set on you, you put up more a fight; but the blond enjoyed the chase

he did anything and everything to woo you— taking you out on dates, walking you home, giving you presents, all that stuff a normal boyfriend would do

along the way your heart slowly let him in, and uh oh you finally caught feelings™ for the notorious serial dater

but wait, what’s this?

atsumu has genuine feelings for you, too?

he promised you he’d try and drop his ways for the sake of your guys’ relationship— your one and only condition for you to jump into a relationship with the miya twin was for him to drop his playboy ways and direct them only to you

but, old habits die hard. and you soon realized that when you walked in on atsumu hooking up with another person from school.

that moment was a turning point for you; you immediately shut yourself away from relationships, and even just the thought of having feelings was an absolute no-no for the rest of your high school career

meanwhile, atsumu has an epiphany when you cut all ties with him, because your respect and faith in him went down the drain

holy shit, those feelings for you actually were real. as real as they could ever be.

time skip to present day, you attend one of the MSBY black jackal games, only to have your heart drop when you see none other than atsumu out on the volleyball court

after the game, you’re struggling to get out of that venue as quick as possible, to avoid any run-ins with a certain someone

of course, all efforts are completely futile; and you end up bumping right into the last person you want to see

atsumu’s eyes lighten at the sight of you, but yours darken— you don’t want to see him, just the sight of him alone sickens you to your stomach

but now that you’re adults, the pro volleyball player has matured, and his player ways are back in the past. he’s going to dedicate himself to prove it to you, no matter what.

but you want nothing to do with it, for fear that he’ll just break your heart again.

slowly but surely, atsumu miya is going to prove to you that he truly did love you before, and he still loves you now.

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[sweatpeeee]

Love potion AU

Part 1

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2k

Summary: Peter Parker, infatuated with an uninterested MJ, creates a liquid potion to have her fall in love with him, but what if the wrong person drinks it???

Warnings: lowkey angst, Peter is a desperate fool, Ned is a supportive friend and MJ is an absolute queen. 

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“Hey Pete-” You blush, books clutched between your arms. 

“Hey.” You notice Peter glancing behind you constantly, barely acknowledging your greeting. A forced thin tight smile replaces your shy smile, but soon recovers when you see Ned beside you, you give him a grin, readjusting your backpack strap, 

“Hey Ned, new hat?” You chuckle lightly at the boy with a red fedora sitting on top of his hair. 

“Why Hello, m’Lady, and yes- I do have a new hat in the collection.” He beamed, you laugh at his response, 

“Well it looks great on you-” 

“Hey, have you guys seen MJ? I haven’t seen her enter the school yet-” Peter interrupted your conversation with Ned, His eyes scanning the hallways and the entrance doors. 

“Peter, give it a rest- MJ made it quite obvious that she’s not interested in a relationship right now-” Ned seemed tired of constantly lecturing his friend about his crush on the girl, but that didn’t seem to stop him from ogling her from afar.

“Yeah- I know Ned, but maybe I can convince her to-” Ned was quick to shut that down, 

“Absolutely not- Peter, do you realize how insane that sounds?!” It sounded like Ned was about to patronize the boy some more before you decided you heard enough and walk away, sad and in a way- feeling a bit rejected. Although you did nothing that would cause you to become rejected, you felt like Peter rejected your presence in general. It’s not anything new, it’s not like it’s the first time either. You fell for Peter when you first met him, the boy was an absolute sweetheart, you had no idea why every girl wasn’t head over heels like you were. The kindest and most genuine smile you’ve ever seen resting upon his face with adoring puppy brown eyes. With a heavy heart you went to your first period class 10 minutes early. 

Ned finished his lesson with his friend, Peter grumbling under his breath- Ned spun around in your direction just to find that you weren't there, even glancing around hoping you haven’t left… again. Again and again, every day- you always left early and Ned noticed, he also noticed when Peter didn’t. Dejected, Ned sighs loudly before glaring at his best friend, 

“Well, are you happy?” He huffs

Peter cocks his head to the side, brows furrow, clearly puzzled, “About…?” 

Ned was getting frustrated, “Oh, you know- the fact that you’ve technically been a horrible friend and blatantly ignored Y/n’s existence.” 

“Y/n was here?” Ned reached over and slapped the back of Peter’s head. 

“Ow! What the hell Ned!” Peter rubbed the back of his head realising a groan. 

“You deserve that, and more-” Ned then turned on his heels and walked to his first period as soon as the bell rang, a slightly disoriented Peter ran after him, his curls bouncing along with his small jog,

“What? Why? Ned!... Wait- god, Ned! What does that mean?!” 

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*y/n*

“God, I don’t even know what to do anymore! It’s like- It’s like I don’t even exist! Not even as friends! He couldn’t even look me in the eyes! I’m not that ugly… am I? Maybe-” You lay on your bed with your legs up against the wall while a bit of your head peeks off the side. 

“Alright let me stop you right there.” Michelle interjected, looking up from her book and placing her book mark before shutting it closed, “You are not ugly- don’t ever second guess that, plus the fact that you question your value because of some boy is just plain stupid, I mean like, women have been subjected to a society where our beauty and our worth is determined by men, and that’s honestly disgusting, like who the hell do they think they are-”

“MJ~” you grumble, plopping a pillow on your face.

“Right right, my bad- point is, you’re a bad bitch- and no boy should make you feel like you’re less, I mean this is Peter we’re talking about right?” MJ reaches and nudges the pillow away from your grasp, hitting the ground with a soft thud, you nod in agreement, 

“That’s the thing MJ, like I understand I’m not supposed to let a boy make me feel less but when I look at him, it’s like the whole room lights up,” your hands flailing above you, occasionally tangling your fingers through your h/c hair, “and he has the most beaming smile and it just melts my heart, and I just can't keep that ‘I don’t give a fuck what you say’ attitude with him.” A smile creeps on your face a tthe thought of the adorable boy with the brown locks and puppy dog eyes, “I just wanna tell him that he’s the sweetest and he makes my knees go weak and my heart swoons and wants to jump out of my chest at the sight of his beautiful fucking face.” you finish with a sigh, as if you’d been holding that in all day, and you kind of were. 

“First of all, give me a second to hold back the urge to projectile vomit all over your room-” 

You let out a chuckle as you cover your face with your hands, your ears burning in embarrassment, “MJ, stoooop” Your hand’s muffling your words

“No seriously, that was the cheesiest thing I've ever heard in my life- did you rehearse that?” She laughs. You don’t reply to her question. 

“Y/n, tell me you don’t rehearse that in the mirror-” She gasps with a smile

“I mean sometimes-” Before you can finish, Michelle is bursting with laughter, your laugh shortly joins along. 

You adored these moments with your best friend, and you appreciated how forward and comfortable she got with you after a bit in your friendship, you guys were such great friends, anyone could see it. Not a lot of people saw this side of Michelle, the funny, goofy, and loving person you know now. You could understand why Peter fell in love with her, I mean not only does she have a great personality, but she is absolutely stunning as well without even trying, wearing no makeup and a simple jogger and t-shirt and she could be on the cover of Vogue. 

Michelle’s laughter died down, wiping her tears that were at the edge of her eyes, coughing a bit from the force her lungs gave out, “god, who is this girl Peter is so ‘In Love’ with, as you put it, anyways?” 

Your laughter died down, clearing your throat a bit, you sat up, your legs crossed beneath you, “um, well- it’s kinda hard to explain-” your eyes drop to your fingers that tug on your cuticles, a habit you had if you were nervous or anxious, Michelle notices, “Stop picking at your fingers, you know that they’ll bleed,” you jerk your fingers away and instead start playing with the loose strings from your socks, “and what's complicated about Peters crush?”  her eyes squint as if she’s trying to get into your head. 

“Well, i-it’s not that it’s complicated- it’s just, i dunno… I- “ your eyes are on your shirt, your teeth nibbling on your lower lip. 

“Y/n, would you quit stalling and just tell me?” MJ stands up and sits on the bed, shifting to lay her head on your lap, you softly chuckle at her antics and lightly slap her forehead, “God bless that forehead” you giggle as Michelle groans. 

“So?” her finger reaches up and boops your nose. Dejected you sigh. 

Might as well tell the truth, lying will just get me into more shit anyways. Besides, MJ’s my best friend, she deserves the truth. 

“Liz.” god, you felt like a dumbass. 

“Liz?” MJ cringes 

Alright, now’s your chance to come clean-

“Yup! I know right.” Your voice definitely went up a couple octaves, your palms instantly clamming up. 

“Huh, I guess that makes sense-” She shrugs

“Y-yeah, I definitely think so too... “ 

Makes sense?? What is that supposed to mean?? 

“No you don’t, listen- don’t stress about it. Liz has nothing on you, “ MJ smirks up at you, sitting up and placing her hands on her shoulders making you face her, “ You are stunning y/n, like genuinely- I’m not saying this because you’re my best friend- because you know that i’m brutally honest 24/7, i’m saying this because it’s true.” Your ears burn pink and you cast your gaze to the side, “Hey, look at me- I mean it. You are so beautiful, no matter what- all those imperfections? All those flaws? They are beautiful and they are real. They prove that you aren’t a fake ass bitch who replaced everything with plastic surgery, it means that you have flaws and that you love your own flaws. Ok? And if Peter can’t see your beauty while accepting your imperfections, then he's absolutely not worth your time.” Hearing MJ talk so highly of you made your eyes brim with tears, MJ smiles in adoration. 

You let out a choked up laugh “Thanks MJ” you sniffle

“Of course, y/n. And remember what I said about boys?” 

“Boys aint shit” You burst into giggles

“That’s right queen, and don’t you forget it-” She stands up and holds your hands in hers, dragging you to your feet, “Now let’s go get pizza or something- I’m starving.” she begins pulling you towards the door, You laugh once again and follow her out. 

*Peter* 

“It’s honestly incredible how he just suddenly comes back to life, I mean what a plot twist-” Ned was ranting about the End of Skywalker, Peter couldn’t bring himself to care honestly so focused on finding a way to make the girl of his dreams fall for him. Was he looking it up? Yes. Every wikipedia article, witchy craft site, fuckboy sites, everything. 

“Peter, are you even listening to me?” Ned sighs and puts on the spiderman mask.

“Sounds fantastic, ned.” a mumble leaves Peters lips as his fingers mindlessly tap at the keyboard for more results to his search. 

“See, that response right there doesn’t make sense. I mean I asked a yes or no question and you replied with ‘fantastic’-” 

“Woah. no way” Peter once again mindlessly interrupted his friend. 

“Oh for the love of god, Peter! Give it a rest bro! This is deadass everyday, like all you talk about is having her fall for you! Besides all those sites won't help, to make MJ fall for you would take some magical miracle!” Ned burst, feeling lightheaded. 

Finally Peter stops his rapid typing and spins to look at Ned, eye’s wide and his jaw to the floor, “Ned! You absolute genius!” Peter shoots up from his seat, grasping his coat and wallet as well as his house keys. 

“I’m- what is going on-” Ned removes the mask, confusion written all over his face. 

“Magic, Ned! Magic! I’ll be right back, dude- Bye!” and with that Peter left in search of a magical wizard. 

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“No absolutely not.” Dr. Strange muttered as he read his book, probably a spiritual thing.

“Oh come on, Mr. Strange-” Peter pleaded, nearly pouting. 

“It’s Doctor Strange, and my answer is still no.” Dr. Strange stood up, his eyes glued to the book as he swirled his hands in a graceful motion to create a small table with more books and a glass of tea of which Dr. Strange takes a sip of before walking around some more. Peter right on his heels. 

“Look, all I’m asking is to have a small enchanting spell of some kind, or even a potion-” 

Finally Dr.Strange finally looks up from his book and turns towards the young spiderboy, “Peter, you do realize that you are asking me to enchant a human-” 

“Of course I know-” 

“No you don’t, you are tampering with the emotions of a human being. This could cause some real trauma to the one being enchanted. Are you aware of that?” Strange seemed to become frustrated with Peter’s persistence. 

“Well… I am now-” Peter’s gaze fell at his feet, fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he had when he was nervous, “Listen- I understand if you don’t want to help me, but all I want is some time. Just.. I dunno, a week- to prove that I can be the perfect boyfriend for her. I just want time to show her, and when the time runs out, if she’s still not interested, then I won’t insist. Please.” Peter’s soft brown eyes gazed up at the wizard, his pout showing itself. 

“Oh no… not the pout.” Dr.Strange groans, he rubs his eyes in frustration, inhaling deeply before muttering, “One week. No more than one week.” 

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And that concludes part one of my Love Potion AU series! thanks so much for reading- and i’m so sorry it took so long, like I said, I’m a HUGE procrastinator. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged or have any suggestions on how to improve my writing! Thanks Again and I hope you enjoy! 

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Ok just an FYI I tagged people who asked to be tagged AND people who voted on it, if you don’t want to be tagged, message me and I will remove you from the list! 

[amiyahsoul]

The Other Shoe.

INVOLVED: Otis Jones, Mercedes Jones

LOCATION: Mercedes Condo

TIME FRAME: -

NOTES: Mercedes is getting settled into her Condo. 

There was a deep sense of deja vu. Mercedes had been here before, the two bedroom high rise luxury condo that overlooked LA used to be her happy place. Now the twinkling lights of the skyline brought no smiles.The house wasn’t big enough for four people.  She thought as she  tucked the blanket around Mackenna's ever growing frame snugly.   The little girl was not cut out for apartment living, no matter how luxurious. Mercedes slipped from Mack’s room, wiping at her eyes and closed the little girl’s bedroom door behind her.  The sound of clinking, paired with choice curses echo through the house.  Mercedes chuckled, “Dad, you really don’t have to stay.  I can manage.  Why don’t you go back to the hotel and get some rest.” She told him as she walked over to the kitchen. “Mhm…” She chuckled, shaking her head.  Otis was a sight. He had a dish towel tucked around his waist, a makeshift apron, looking for all the world, like a man unused to domestic activities.  “The next house tour isn’t until 1 pm tomorrow. You can meet me there if you like.”

Otis dried the dish and placed it in the cabinet.  “I don’t mind.  It’s been a long time since you and I had daddy daughter time.  Don’t try to get rid of me, girl.” He looked over at Mercedes and smiled warmly.  He closed the cabinet door then wiped his hand on the dish towel.  “I am actually done. “ He took the towel from around his waist and folded and laid it on the countertop, with a heavy sigh, “You made a killing on in the sail of your other house.  I still don’t see why you won't move back to Ohio. You could by a whole farm if you wanted. And  your mother would love it -so would I.  You are going to need help with these kids. Who better than us? 

Mercedes snorted whose life was her dad referring to? I don’t remember that?” She said, a little too quickly, shaking her head.  She rolled her eyes, she felt the world, even before they dripped from his lips. She sighed and moved back into the living room. “I am going to buy a second home  in Ohio, but first I need to establish myself  here in California.  Sam…” She scratched her head, biting her lip.  “This is my home now, dad.  My career is here.” 

Otis frowned, his stomach dropping. His daughter wasn’t wrong. For that matter neither was Samuel, though he wasn’t going to let that asshole know it.  He in a lot of ways he hadn’t prepared his daughters to deal with Fuckboys.  He thought protecting them from this was enough. Boy was he wrong. He  folded his arms over his chest, “We are making new traditions.” He told her with a snap. “Can’t a man grow?” Otis groaned, moving out of the kitchen. “You can’t keep this up, baby doll.  He said nostril’s flaring. “You can’t stay in service to a man who doesn’t love you.  You need to do what’s best for yourself and your children.” 

Mercedes.snorted.  “If you say so.” She thought, picking up the remote, she eased herself down on the couch. “ Mack does loves spending time with Papa. That for sure.  Thank you for all your help.” She said flippin on the flat screen, she was pleased when an episode of Golden Girls appeared. She lowered the volume on the set, and looked over at Otis.  “ Everything is about Samuel.” She told her father, matter of factly.  “We made children together and he actually loves spending time with his babies. I love you daddy but we barely saw you going up, Yet  mom never moved us away.” She challenged over his constant nagging.

Otis sniffed, “you can’t compare me and your mother to you and Samuel.” He said, taken back by Mercedes even trying.  He calmed himself then sat beside his daughter determined to reason with her.  “You need to start building a life for yourself. I don’t think sitting here in California waiting for Samuel is healthy. That guy doesn’t have a clue how to be a good man. What are you going to do when he has other women around Mack and the babies? It’s only going to break you down further.” He held his hand up, to stifle the protest he knew was coming.  “Don’t say you can handle it.  We both know that’s a lie.”  

Mercedes glared at her father.  With a heavy sigh, she shook her head.  “First off, you and mother’s relationship wasn’t always a happy one. Or do you think we just didn’t notice?” She reminded him, “I am not sitting around waiting for Samuel.” She told the man, letting all the pain she felt coat her words. “Some things are just too much to heal. That’s Samuel and I. Or maybe it’s just me.” She said bitterly, “You never gave him a chance.  Not as a boy or man.  Why? Because his father was an ass? Daddy, your hands ain’t clean and neither are mine. Listen, I know I have to let him go.  I accept that.” She stated matter of factly.  “But what I won’t do is hurt the kids or him by separating them.  He is a great father. It is the least I can do.” she said quietly as her father brought up things she hadn’t even begun to process. She closed her eyes and let the images roll over her. “Daddy, there is so much you don’t know or understand.  I won’t deny it’s going to be hard.  I love Samuel.  I always will.” She confessed. “I tried to protect him from my wrong doings.  Hide things that I knew would destroy us if he ever found out. -I am lying.” She exhaled, twisting her lips, “ I kept things from him to protect myself. I walked a tightrope because I didn’t want to lose him. I wanted him to see me always in a goodlish light. That didn’t work and it made us both miserable.  He knew me to well to fall for it. - I don’t know.” She said, rubbing her eyes. “Whatever- I deal with it.  I’ll be okay. It’s not about what I want anymore. It’s about Mack.” She said rubbing her stomach, “And these two. I can’t be a scared little girl anymore.  I will protect these children even from my own selfishness.” 

Otis sat quietly sickness welling up in his chest. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “I was building a lifestyle for you guys.  I couldn’t stay still, you can’t make money in one place.” He challenged, make the excuse he always did. “Yes! You can say that… All that puppy shit was a mask. The man he is right now is the real Samuel.  I always knew..  Did you think having a wife and a baby at 17 or 18 was going to keep him from turning into a no count abusive cheater.” He got to his feet tired of this self pity shit. “It wasn’t!  He would have been the same. Only then you would have been just like Samuel’s mother.  Beat down.  At least now you have your own career.  You need to count your blessings. Name them one by one. You’re free! ”

Mercedes leaned back on the couch pushed back by her father’s onslaught.  Her heart clinched, eyebrows narrowing. The calculations running in her mind… “I never mention a baby…” She told her father quietly. The words drop so coldly the air they froze between them. 

“What?!” Otis paused, confused by his daughter's question.  

Mercedes shook her head, using her hand, to push herself up from the couch.  “You said a wife and a kid… But I never told you about a baby.” Did Samuel tell her father about the abortion?  It was possible. But something felt wrong. 

Otis cast around, “I… I meant... “ He lips tighten, “You didn’t need a baby at 17, Mercedes. It took everything extra penny I had to set up those record deals. But I knew you could make it.  I knew, baby.  Everything was set.. You couldn’t throw your career away.  I couldn’t let you.  Not on a country no count boy like Samuel.  So I signed for the abortion and told them to just take you in. It was to protect you…”    

Mercedes stared at the floor, hot tears hitting the carpet. She laughed then, chuckles that held no joy only deep sorrow.  “Wow-” She said, hand going to her face. “Get out…” She told her father, quiet like the approach of an oncoming storm. 

Otis took a step toward his child, hands outstretched to take her arms. “Baby girl.” He said, swallowing hard. 

“GET OUT!” Mercedes yelled like a whip crack.  Mackenna began to cry, sleep disturbed by her yell. She looked wildly at the man, hands raised as if to comfort her.  “How dare you.  That wasn’t your decision to make.  Do you even know what you did to me? Do you?” She shook her head, a sick overwhelming feeling, taking hold. “A fucking man of action. You never once sat down and talked to me.  Protecting me? “ She laughed, touching her stomach. “Get out of my house now!” She said, once again moving to Mackenna’s room. 

[beyoncesdragon]

The disappointing Gender

Pairing:  Bestfriend!Ashton x Reader   

Warnings: shit ton of cursing, dont worry I love men, but women are just easier at times. Based on a real story, that shit really happened to me. 

Summary: Some men are just straight up trash. And what’s better than to vent about them to your willingly listening best friend Ashton. 

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(Gif credits: @ghostofmashton​)

“I don’t know exactly what goes through your mind when deciding to finally peel your limp body out of your comfy sheets, go through the usually long, self-esteem-damaging process of “getting ready”, find an outfit you would feel comfortable but not underdressed in and then leave for a party. Let me be honest, I mostly think: at least let it be worth all this. And then maybe something like; maybe I’ll meet someone. “Someone” carefully and fully on purpose undefined because you don’t want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed. But “someone” secretly being a guy, optionally a boyfriend even, but just maybe.

“However, now you are at that party, ready to meet new people and you take a look around. You see many people; some you think are pretty in your eyes some aren’t. But that’s okay, that’s only natural. So then after a time, when you have met a few girls you get along with, you spot the “someone”. And your friends somehow knew about him and all that bullshit and tell you the teeniest bit of bloody information alright? And he, on top of that, seems to be interested, keep that in mind.”

I stopped for a second, taking a gulp of my water. The few ice cubes clicked softly against the glass when I placed it back down.

“Alright. Now, you chat with him, all friendly funny business, you develop a sort of insider joke. It’s funny and you think wow, it isn’t all that difficult to talk to boys, amazing. Eventually, you also had a few, and I don’t want to say advantageously but it does help.”

A giggle fell from my bestfriends lips, but I decided to just keep going. “I will again be honest, I was a bit…inebriated if I may say so and if you would want to take me as an example. However, maybe you flirt for a while, and it really all goes well, so well that you would’ve started to become suspicious, since it was you after all. Continuing, because you’re bloody sloshed, you don’t suspect anything, even though if you would’ve just listened closely you could’ve totally heard fate snigger.”

I earned an amused hum from Ashton for that, picking up my glass again. “Further on, one of your new friends disappears with a guy and it’s okay for you but not for her friend whom you also are friends with now. That, because the other girl actually does have a guy eventually. But she isn’t sure. So you go get her, and you sit down with the girls outside to have a chat. Because it’s important that she still has a good night and so on. During that amount of time, you selflessly neglect your guy. Not that he is your guy in reality, but you secretly might have planned on making him your guy.” After a big gulp I placed my glass back down again, the ice now almost completely molten.

“Suddenly, that bloke walks out, raising a single hand at you as an obvious goodbye. And you sit here, startled and a bit dumbfounded because what the fuck is he leaving already. Quick note; it was hardly midnight, the clock stroke twelve maybe two minutes ago. So you get up, approach him and ask, why in the love of Jesus effing Christ he’s leaving already. His response; well. He hasn’t been blessed with the best of experience with women.”

And annoyed frown settled on my face. “I mean what kind of excuse is that? I haven’t only met them good guys either, but do you see me acting like an antisocial scaredy-cat? Nope sir, because I am not that superficial, and you shouldn’t be as well because I am not “women”. Also, have I mentioned that my friends told me, that he was total slag, like a fuckboy freshly bred. Best experience with women my fucking ass. However, back to my example; you then are still a bit startled because he slips that he has been cheated on and all that godforsaken crap. And in your woozy, naturally kind-hearted state you are in, you do feel sorry and possibly even apologise for being so bold. Also, because you don’t want him to think bad of you, he is very attractive after all and you have not given up your hopes just yet.”

A grin had now settled on Ash’s lips, as he leaned back with his drink, the attention still fully with me. “Then he says something like; but it was nice to meet you, and asks you to say your name again, and you do so. Naturally you do ask him the same thing…and you may have forgotten the name already.” I added with a frown, desperately trying to remember. “Something with F and it sounded French or such. Don’t know, not important anyways. Just like his existence.”

At that, Ashton laughed out loud, but wisely keeping quiet. “Yeah you just laugh…however, he then throws that horrid line; we’ll see each other again yeah?

At you, and you might think cool. But how for the love of fuck, since you don’t have anything except for a name. So the thing you do then is, you scrap all of your…I don’t know confidence from off the bottom of your rotten self and ask, if he wants to at least give you his snapchat.” Ash let out a whistle but I waved him off.

“I’m not done yet. So you ask. And he just ignores your question somehow, can’t really remember how. The whole time he’s walking away from you backwards, I guess towards the busstation and you have to follow him like damn mongrel…however. You end up leaving it be and sprinting back to your friends telling them what happened. Because they “know” him, they know his Instagram, so you decide to follow him. But he is on private so you got to send a request. Done with a few clicks, in approximately ten seconds. So now he is gone, you feel disappointment bubbling up, because fuck.”

Ash nodded slowly, looking up at me since I got up impatiently from his couch. “Sounds fun?” he said in a more or less questioning manner and I shot him a dark look.

“Buzz off twat, the best part’s only coming.” Ash rose an eyebrow, leaning back expectantly again. “Next morning you go and check your Instagram, somehow curious if he accepted your request and what do you see? He fucking declined it! This bloody wanker skipped my music, stole my attention and wasted my fucking time, four hours of it!” Ashton broke out in a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his drink.

“Comedy at its finest, certificated gold. Platinum even. Oh Jesus Christ. And that all has obviously not happened to you, you just purposely told it like it did right?” I huffed annoyed, dropping down again. “Never, as if stuff like this would ever happen to me. I mean, I totally understand mankind, it’s just that you can’t fucking use any of them.” Ash giggled, a dopey grin on his face.

“Come again?” I rolled my eyes. “I said, that you can’t fucking use any of you gentlemen. Men are so disappointing, like get a grip on yourselves honestly.” Ash grinned, nudging me with his foot. “Haven’t you just said that he should stop being superficial because of one woman?” he teased and I gave him an angry glare.

“Cheating and just generally being international disappointments is something else. I slowly start to believe that you guys are just born with that twat-gene. It’s almost not your fault. It’s probably the Y-chromosome, would explain why women aren’t like you guys.” Ash shot me an amused grin.

“I don’t know if I would surprise you saying that the explanation why men and women aren’t the same accurately is rooted in our genes. To be specific, it’s even a matter of just those two chromosome, the X-chromosome and the Y-chromosome…” I groaned annoyed, aiming a pillow at his head. I missed, but the message was clear.

“Smart-alecky dimwit, get off my back. I need emotional support, because member belonging to your sex has wasted my time and, in addition to that, ruined your all’s reputation.” Ash just hummed amused.

“Is that so.” I nodded, pouting bolshie. “Then I suggest, you listen to Ariana Grande’s Thank u Next and some Beyoncé, maybe also Rihanna. They’ll support your idea of men being trash immediately I am sure.” I flipped him off immediately, even though he had brought up a good point.

“I am kidding sweetheart. I know men can be idiots, but so can you females.” I couldn’t help but throw him a derisive look “Yes, males and females can be difficult at times.” I mocked him and he just shot me a lopsided grin. “Now you get off my back, annoying brat. But you are over him?” I shrugged.

“I mean, I was never actively involved with him, so I guess?” he nodded softly. “Venting felt good?” I nodded quickly. “Always does. Thanks bud.” He smiled warmly at me. “Everything for my best friend. Mind if I quickly call Kaitlin…” as he saw my face he immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh your little girlfriend huh? Young Irwin’s a little whipped?” giving me the finger he got up and grabbed his phone. “Shut up. I’m right back you bitter prick.”

I laughed sitting up again. “I am not bitter, I am happy for you Ash. Furthermore, I don’t have any problems with taken people or relationships. The problems I have, start when selfish and inconsiderate assholes rub in the fact that they have someone, and start gushing about them. When I, as an admittedly slowly bitter, but independent single person, couldn’t give a shit or two.” Ash grinned at me, shaking his head slightly. “I love you, you madwoman. Also, I am sure you’ll find your guy and we can do all those disgustingly cute things best friends do when they both are in relationships.”

I scrunched my nose. “Like what? Double-dates? In this case, I’d rather stay single Irwin, and now get lost you need to call your babygirl or whatever. Our ice cream is melting and our friends-day is not over yet. So you better hurry your red-dyed, slicked back visage up.” I responded harshly but with a loving lilt to it.

“On my way, woman. Love you, don’t eat my ice cream.” I just huffed, waving him off quickly. “Love you too, you ashy bitch.” I then almost choked on my water when I saw his expression at my words. He grinned and shook his head, pressing his phone against his ear.  

[honeypressed]

fools

Genre: fluff, minor angst??

Pairings: jaehyun (nct) x female reader

Word count: 6k

Warnings: N/A

Notes: this is for @solilogyu bc i need to make her realise that she eventually needs to accept her Feelings for a certain valentines boy + i also realise its way past valentines but hey what can u do + i have no fucking idea about bowling. i had to wikihow. please dont hurt me i hope you can enjoy this and cait i hope you scream <3

//

“I don’t think she likes me.”

It takes a while for anyone to respond to Jaehyun’s somewhat depressing statement, because half of them are engaged in shouting at each other while playing PUBG, and the other half are trying to do their homework. It is Yuta who responds first, bless him.

“Who? Who are we talking about exactly?”

Jaehyun takes back his words, that bastard. “You know who I’m talking about!” Jaehyun groans, rubbing his palms over his face and slumping back in his chair, homework long forgotten in front of him.

Yuta flicks a bit of eraser shavings at him, just to annoy him a little bit more. “And you can just ask her out to find out if she actually likes you or not, idiot,” Yuta says as-a-matter-of-factly, like Jaehyun’s dignity doesn’t rest on the fact that he cannot ask her out just like that.

“I can’t do that!” Jaehyun cries, frustrated and he swears he’s going to tear his hair out first before it falls out anyway because he’s just bleached it for the fifth time in three months.

“Yeah,” Donghyuck pipes up from where he’s sprawled on the floor with Jaemin laying half on top of him, “hyung can’t ask her out because being rejected will damage his frat boy ego. Can’t let anyone know that our dear fuckboy – oops, hyung, was rejected, right?” There’s a mischievous grin on his face because he knows he won’t get into trouble.

“Dong-hyuck!” Jaehyun says, but there’s not one bite in his voice and he grabs his pen just to fiddle with it, spinning it repeatedly.

“Stop that, you’re going to flick it into someone’s face,” Taeyong says sternly, then softens when Jaehyun stops it and starts to bounce his leg instead. “Listen, Jaehyun-ah. If she matters so much to you, it doesn’t matter what other people think of you, or what she thinks of you. She will always be someone precious to you, one way or another.”

“Just take a chance, hyung,” Donghyuck adds, right after he’d sworn at the top of his voice loudly because Jaemin had team-killed him. “You’re gonna regret it so much more if you never asked her out.”

“She doesn’t like me,” Jaehyun repeats, and he knows that’s the truth. There may have been rumours that she liked him, and from the way her friends giggled and looked at him when they walked past, it had given him enough hope that maybe, perhaps, she liked him back just as he did… and yet.

Yet, she never gave him any hope. In the only class that they shared together, she never talked to him unless they were made to have a discussion or were grouped up for projects. And when she did talk to him, it was always polite, no trace of blush on her cheeks, just her calm, steady voice making this economics nonsense make sense to him.

It was not possible. She could not like him back.

That would be too much to hope for, and Jaehyun might be reckless but he isn’t a fool. And somehow, in some ways, he is also a fool – to fall for her steady voice and bright eyes and soft hair and softer smile and –

He is a fool.

//

As much of a frat boy that Jaehyun looks like, all his friends know he’s secretly a romantic, notwithstanding Valentine’s birthday at all. Which is why, against all of his hope and logic, he decides he should write her a letter. Anonymously, of course, which all his friends protest hotly against.

“How will she know if you write it anonymously?” Johnny asks incredulously, and they’re bickering in whispers even though the common room is full of people chattering loudly.

“I just want to gauge her reaction!” Jaehyun hisses, and his eyes dart around the world, flitting from one person to the next and hoping neither she nor any of her ten thousand friends are in the room. Why does she have so many friends? That always have to be around her in a gaggle? Jaehyun is tired of flushing to the tips of his ears when he walks past, and they start giggling. (it’s just unnerving, he insists; johnny tells anyone with half an ear to spare that he’s shy.)

“And I gauge that you are an idiot,” Johnny concludes, calmly and then says in a much louder voice, “The Valentine’s Box is just there, Jaehyun! Why don’t you post your letter?”

Jaehyun has half a mind to tackle Johnny to the ground; the other half is contemplating how hard it could be to sink into the carpet and never rise again. Johnny’s words had attracted some curious glances, and then they settled to watch him, interested.

“Wow, thanks,” Jaehyun deadpans, but he walks up to the box and drops his letter in before he books it to the door with Johnny in tow.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever done,” Jaehyun starts to bemoan, “the worst thing. I’m so bad at this, I’ll just never move on from her and then I’ll live out the rest of my life being alone –“

“Oh, hello.”

Jaehyun comes to a screeching halt, just inches away from – her. She’s put her hair down today and – it’s silver. When did she bleach and dye her hair? He can already feel his ears start to become hot, and he wills himself to calm down.

“Hi,” Jaehyun says, and his voice cracks on the single syllable.

She laughs a little, just the tiniest little thing that Jaehyun wants to hear again and again. “How was the econs test? I didn’t expect the 25 mark question to be so vague.”

Economics? What the fuck is that? Jaehyun can hardly say hi, let alone try to make his brain think about economics and free trade agreements and transfer pricing.

“Oh, yeah, yeah it was. So vague. I just – scribbled something down. I think I talked about the transnational corporations at one point? I’m not sure, I don’t think I’ll do well,” Jaehyun says, managing to not stumble over his words and feeling so awkward with his hands because he doesn’t know where to put them.

“I did too! I wasn’t sure if that was the correct choice, but I didn’t know what else to write… oh, did you post something into the box?” She asks suddenly, and Jaehyun’s heartbeat goes from slightly above average to notching at one hundred in two seconds.

“Um – yeah. Yes. I did. Just – yeah. I did.”

She doesn’t seem to take notice of his flustered state, but Johnny is making stupid expressions at him behind her and Jaehyun swears to the highest powers out there that he’s going to bury Johnny and his six-foot ass into the ground later.

“Hmm, I think I should as well. If the school’s popular guy sent a lucky girl something then perhaps, we should all join in, right?”

Jaehyun’s words dry in his throat. “What… popular?”

She snorts and pats his arm – a little condescendingly, Jaehyun would say. “Yes, popular, you frat boy. Now I think we have to move, we’re blocking people.” For a moment, her hand lingers on his arm and the warmth bleeds through his shirt and it’s like all his nerve endings suddenly concentrate in that part of his body only. And then – she smiles.

It’s like nothing Jaehyun’s ever seen before. Her eyes crinkle up sweetly, and her cheeks bunch up and someone accidentally switches on more lights in the room and they bathe her in white light, and it reflects against the silver of her hair. She cannot be from this world, and Jaehyun is hallucinating.

Pretty, Jaehyun’s mind helpfully supplies. So, so pretty.

“Well, I’ll see you around,” She says, and then her hand leaves his arm and the lights are dimmed again and all he’s left with is the glint of her silver hair making its way through the common room to a corner where all her friends have clustered.

“Wow,” Johnny says, wolfish smile, and Jaehyun punches him in the arm for good measure. He can’t pretend like he’s not flustered, but he’s also happy because that was the only time they had ever interacted outside classes, and if half an hour later, he can still feel warm where she touched him… that’s only for him to know.

//

“19 years old!” Sicheng says cheekily, sidling up to Jaehyun on the morning of Valentine’s day as Jaehyun is sorting through the books in his locker. “How does it feel to be old?” Sicheng’s acting like he isn’t the same age, turning nineteen in October, but Jaehyun overlooks it because one, Sicheng is cute and two, everyone loves Sicheng. It’s just the rules.

“You mean, how does it feel to be pining over someone for 6 months?” Johnny sings, and slowly, the hallway starts filling up with students, all chattering in low tones about their day, or if they had bought roses or sent a letter. It only makes Jaehyun remember he’s sent her a letter.

Jaehyun glares at him. “It’s my birthday. You have to be nice to me, that’s the law.”

Johnny rolls his eyes, then hands him a small, wrapped box. “Whatever. Happy birthday, Jaehyun-ah. You’ll get the dozen of roses I bought for you later,” He adds, winking cheesily, and Jaehyun pretends to balk.

“What, one for every year we’ve known each other?” Jaehyun asks dryly.

“Oh, here’s mine too!” Sicheng says, and rummages around in his bag before producing a soft, wrapped parcel with a note attached to it.

“Thank you,” Jaehyun says, and reaches over to hug Sicheng. Johnny makes an outraged sound, and starts going off on a spiel about how Jaehyun never appreciates anything and I spent so long picking out this present and I don’t even get a simple thank you! and it’s all really so entertaining but then a steady, familiar voice cuts through the dramatic of Johnny’s monologue.

“Am I interrupting something?” The voice asks, amused, and Jaehyun thinks both his brain and heart stops for a second.

“Oh, not at all,” Johnny says, quick to react.

“Nothing at all,” Sicheng adds, very helpfully. “In fact, Johnny-hyung and I were going to get coffee! Right?”

Johnny nods enthusiastically. “Absolutely. Now, if you will excuse us, we have some very important business to attend to.” He offers the crook of his arm very seriously to Sicheng, who accepts it and then they go off into the hallway and the turn to the vending machines so that Jaehyun is left – with her.

“I see you’ve already got Valentine’s gifts,” She says, smiling a little as she spots the two packaged in his hands.

“Ah, this – it’s just presents, from my friends,” Jaehyun explains hastily. “I… don’t think anyone got me Valentine’s gifts, anyway. Or if they do, they say that it’s a present. It’s kind of a shitty move, isn’t it?” He remarks, a little hollow because he can reject Valentine’s Day presents all right but to reject what someone he doesn’t know insists is a birthday gift… Jaehyun doesn’t want to be guilt-tripped into accepting something.

And all of a sudden, something changes in her expression. It’s like something he’s said that’s acted as a light switch, and her soft, open expression is suddenly schooled into something alarmingly like steel.

“I see. Well, I just wanted to tell you happy birthday. See you,” She says hastily, and then turns around where she came from. For two seconds, Jaehyun is sure he sees something in her hand that she then clutches to her chest, but then she’s walking away and – and Jaehyun is too shocked to do anything other than stare after her.

What did he say? What did he do? Did he have something in his teeth – or did he do his hair weirdly today?

Jaehyun spends the next ten minutes contemplating about whether he should just go and ask the student council to take his note out so it won’t be sent, and then the next ten minutes as he walks to class wondering why he ever chose to have a crush in the first place. It’s unnecessary, too much work, and not good for his heart.

Except his mind reminds him a couple beats later that she is clever, and kind and patient, and her eyes make the ugly florescent lamps look like a million stars and she can explain ridiculous concepts to him that actually make sense. She’s funny and laughs a bit too loudly and her friends look at him weird but all of that is her and god, Jaehyun is so whipped.

It’s fine, he convinces himself when class finally starts and he blinds the teacher with a charming smile so she won’t notice his homework is half-assed when he hands it in. He won’t be there when she receives the letter, and anyway, she won’t know it was him because it’s anonymous. It’ll be fine.

//

Everything is about to be a little less fine.

“Jung Jaehyun.”

It’s lunch time, and Jaehyun’s barely managed to step into the cafeteria before he’s accosted by one of her friends. He smiles at her and tries to remember her name – Hyerin? Hyolin? Fuck, this isn’t going well already.

“Hello,” He says nervously.

“We have to meet up for the discussion for the debate team now, remember? Have you written your opening speech?”

“Right,” Jaehyun says, the realisation dawning over him abruptly. “I’ve done it, don’t worry. Is it okay if I grab a sandwich and I’ll meet you in the common room? I’ve got the speech written on my phone.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. The rest of the team is waiting there as well.” She waves a hand at him – Jaehyun still does not remember her name – and she exits, leaving Jaehyun to blink after her and make his way to the section where cold lunch is available.

“Hi, hyung. Are you going somewhere with Hyunae?” It’s Mark, who’s eating lunch with the younger ones in their ridiculous circle of friends, and they’re all looking at him with wide, eager eyes. Jaehyun feels very much attacked, like he’s surrounded by a bunch of wolves.

“’Ve got debate team,” Jaehyun mumbles, blindly reaching for a sandwich and then picking a fruit for good measure.

“Well, the letters are being delivered now, hyung,” Renjun says, smiling so sweetly that Jaehyun thinks he can trust Renjun for one second until he remembers that Renjun’s on the student council.

Jaehyun narrows his eyes. “And?”

Renjun blinks at him. “What do you mean? I’m just telling you… information that could potentially be really useful to you in the next half an hour or so. Also, you’re about to drop your sandwich.”

Jaehyun squints at them one last time before he backs out the door of the cafeteria. The moment he leaves, he swears he hears a wave of guffaws coming from them, and the tips of his ears burn. One day the Dreamies will get themselves into trouble and he won’t save them, that’ll teach them. (of course he will. everyone’s got a soft spot for the dreamies, including him, and if helping them means he gets into trouble he will gladly do so. just – no one can know about this.)

The common room only has a few students mulling about, presumably because everyone else is eating lunch, and so Jaehyun makes his way over to the corner where his team is settled. They’re all eating lunch and there are papers spread out on the table in front of them, half eating and half discussing.

“You’re here,” Hyunae cheers as Jaehyun sits down. “We were waiting for your opening speech so that Minjun can correct his since he’s going after you.”

“Sorry – here, I’ll just forward it to you guys.” Jaehyun fiddles with his phone for a little before phones start pinging with the document he’s forwarded.

“Alright,” Minjun starts, but as soon as he starts to talk, the common room door opens and people start filing in, laughing and talking, and everyone sighs collectively. But it doesn’t even stop there – a few members of the student council come in right after that, each holding a package of letters and eyes darting around the room looking for their targets.

Jaehyun’s so distracted by the sudden influx of people and noise that he doesn’t notice her settling in a sofa next to his group.

“Hey, having fun, Hyunae?” She calls and laughs when Hyunae makes a face. Then she catches his eye, and she smiles at him, just a little, small one that is no less precious than the one he saw a couple days ago. He has to smile back and then tear his eyes away before the red in his ears transfer to his cheeks.

Just in time, a member of the student council – Myungsoo – comes to their group and starts handing out letters. “Is Minjun-ssi here… alright, here are yours. Oh – Daehyun, here are some for you…” He fiddles around and hands them around.

Jaehyun doesn’t really expect to receive any, and yet Myungsoo really has the audacity to hand over the rest of his stack to Jaehyun. “Here you go!” Myungsoo says cheerfully, “This is all yours, Jaehyun-ah.” Then he winks at Jaehyun and goes off with barely contained laughter as Jaehyun lobs some of his orange peel at Myungsoo.

Ignoring his teammates giggling and nudging him, he flicks through the letters slowly, seeing names on them. They’re all from his friends, including a collective one from the Dreamies that he immediately opens, only to see that all it says is Valentine’s in big letters and – it’s even spelled wrong. Still, he can’t help but grin, seeing their messy signatures scrawled at the bottom, and he puts it away to sort through the remaining pile of mess on his lap.

Johnny has sent one, a thick envelope that Jaehyun is sure is full of glitter; then the rest are all named, Taeyong and Yuta and Jungwoo and Sicheng, just to name a few, and then – there’s one with no name.

It’s a plain blank envelope, with his name written in neat, dark ink and the words are pressed so hard into the letter that they seem like engravings. Jaehyun frowns – the handwriting looks familiar, but he can’t seem to place it.

With his teammates equally as distracted by the letters, Jaehyun decides he can open this particular letter now. He unfolds the envelope, and he feels an unusual sense of peace, like two pieces of his life are about to slide into place in a few moments, and then he slides the piece of paper inside out. The words are inked so hard that the back of the letter feels like an engraving, and god, the writing is so, so familiar.

Even as Jaehyun reads over the letter – the contents simple, just, ‘I like you, but I know you don’t, so I just want to confess to you to get over my feelings. And happy birthday as well, Jaehyun-ah. Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope the lucky person who gets your letter receives it well.’ – he is completely distracted by where he’s seen this writing before.

It isn’t until he sees her stand up to receive a couple of letters that it clicks.

It can’t be.

It cannot be.

No way – the same letters on this letter – and the letters he’s seen countless times before in Economics – the way they’re pressed so hard onto paper – but there isn’t a signature at the end of the letter? – and… and can it really be her?

Jaehyun’s heart is in his throat as he reads the letter again, this time going over the words, and she likes him too and god, he almost wants to stand up and go over there and ask if this letter is from her, but he’s frozen and suddenly she’s standing up and looking around her frantically and then she sees him, and their eyes lock onto each other and she gestures to go outside, clutching some letters to her chest.

Jaehyun doesn’t even think about it, just ups and leaves the common room behind her and then they’re in the relatively quiet hallway and it’s like this morning all over again.

“You – this is yours?” She asks, and there’s a degree of hesitation to her words, like she doesn’t believe it.

Jaehyun takes a look at the letter she holds out. “Yes. It’s me.” He doesn’t know what else he can say when his heart has already stopped beating and then she’s looking at him, eyes brighter than the fluorescent hallway lights and he thinks he forgets how to breathe as well.

“It’s not a prank, is it?” She says, and her voice is so small Jaehyun wants to shake her. “You’re not – writing this for fun, are you?”

“Did you write this for fun, then?” Jaehyun asks in return, and shows her the letter. His hand is shaking but that’s inconsequential.

“No!” She says, tearing her eyes away from the letter to land on his face, then his shoulder then somewhere behind him. “I didn’t – I didn’t. That was – what I felt. I just, I don’t understand why – I don’t… you don’t –“

And then all Jaehyun can do is to look into her eyes and then the first thing he says is, “Transfer pricing.”

She looks at him again at that, startled by the sudden mention of their classes. “What?”

“Transfer pricing. Just – at the beginning of the term, we were learning about transfer pricing and god, I didn’t understand one single words from our bullshit teacher but then we were in a group and you explained it so well to me and I just…” He trails off and pushes a hand through his hair, feeling the heat in his cheeks as he tries to put his feelings into words.

“You were so nice to me,” He finally says. “You were so patient and kind, even though you didn’t need to do any of that and you’re also really funny. And, I guess it helps that you’re pretty,” He finishes, and his face must be in flames, but he’s said it and it’s done.

But then – she’s blushing. His eyesight is not as bad as Kun’s or Sicheng’s or Lucas’, so he must be seeing it right. She’s blushing. There is red in her cheeks and she refuses to meet his eyes and god, she’s so fucking cute.

“I hate you, Jung Jaehyun,” She finally says, but she’s looking at him with red cheeks and a small smile and her silver hair spills messily onto the side of her shoulder and – Jaehyun thinks his crush is running deeper than he initially thought.

“Change your mind?” Jaehyun offers with a sudden rush of courage he doesn’t know came from where. “This weekend, I’ll take you bowling, at the alley by the beach. What do you think?”

“Is this a date, Jung?” She asks, raising one eyebrow.

“Yes,” Jaehyun admits, “and I’d be really, really happy if you said yes, because I like you too.”

And then, she smiles again. Bright and loud and it curls the corners of her mouth and Jaehyun wants to imprint this one moment into his mind for the rest of his life. “Well, you’re lucky, because I want to make you happy, Jaehyun,” She says, and then Jaehyun can feel the smile stretching his own lips, so wide but still not enough to convey the leap of his heart.

For now, this will have to be enough until the weekend.

//

Don’t crash, don’t crash, don’t run a red light, Jaehyun reminds himself as he drives through the streets, glancing at his phone every now and then to check he’s going the right way. He’s hands feel oddly cold even though it’s approaching spring and he jacks up the heating in his car a little more.

It’s Saturday, just after lunch, and there are no cars on the street. It’s a refreshing change from the usual jams of morning or evening when he drives to or from school, but it’s also refreshing because – he’s going to pick her up.

For a date.

Just the thought makes him nervous and excited in equal parts, and he nearly misses taking a right turn because of it. She had texted him to pick her up at two, but he’s already here and it’s just ten to, so he thinks he’s got some spare time to kill. Right at the same moment, his phone chimes with a notification so he parks his car by the side of the road and checks it.

[13:49] you’re coming at 2 right?

[13:49] I’m ready so you can pick me up anytime ^^

[13:50] oh

[13:50] if you’re ready I’m here

[13:50] but don’t rush!!

[13:51] take your time, I can wait for you ^~^

[13: 54] no no that’s fine

[13:54] I’m ready anyway

[13:55] and it’s almost 2

[13:55] I’ll be coming out~~

Jaehyun has five minutes to calm down and not make himself seem like a fool in front of her. Tall order, considering how jittery he’s already been when he’s around her – and they’re together a lot more often now. Since Valentine’s Day, they’d spent a fair few lunchtimes together and hung out once after classes at the convenience store.

Jaehyun had bought her an ice-cream bar, only for her to snort and then eat it.

“What?” Jaehyun had asked, bewildered.

“I’m kinda lactose intolerant,” She says, shrugging. Half of the ice cream bar is gone.

Jaehyun panics. “You’re what? Stop eating the ice cream then!”

“Too late,” She sings, throwing the wooden stick away and laughing. “I really don’t mind, I’ll just suffer. How can I not eat it when you’ve bought it for me?”

He had ended up buying her two samgak kimbaps to make up for it, and they’d sat on the bench in the nearby park to eat.

Jaehyun remembers every moment fondly, but then he sees her stepping out from her house, locking the door behind her and jogging up to his car with a small smile on her face. He fumbles to unlock the car and then she slips into the passenger seat and turns to him with a bright smile.

“Hello! This is for you.” She hands him a small bouquet of daisies and then reaches over, busies herself with putting her seatbelt on.

Jaehyun’s clutching the flowers and there’s heat coming into his cheeks and he has to pass an arm over his face because he’s blushing and he’s blushing hard because he likes her so much and she brought him flowers and – wow, he’s really in this deep, huh.

“Are you blushing? Have I made the infamous Jung Jaehyun blush?” She asks, teasing in her voice but her cheeks are red too and she looks pleased.

“Thank you,” Jaehyun eventually says, when his voice has returned. “These are really pretty, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” She says softly, and then right there, in the quiet between them in the car, in the late afternoon sun, Jaehyun thinks maybe he falls in love. It’s simple, like the dawn of the sun and the set of it, the formation of clouds and the fall of rain, the wilt of winter and then the bloom of spring; everything is simple and their course has been set.

The sun shines so bright on the tarmac that Jaehyun has to pull down the sun visor, but her laughter is brighter in his ears and when he looks over at her at the red lights, she is already looking at him, ruby lips and diamond eyes and Jaehyun doesn’t want this moment to end.

They pull into the parking lot just as it’s half past, and by the time he’s killed the engine and gotten all his stuff together, she has gotten out of the car and has opened the door for him. As he gets out, she bows very seriously and even curtsies a little.

He stares at her and she at him, challenging, but then they burst into laughter two seconds later, and it is only natural that he takes her hand, interlacing their fingers as they walk into the bowling alley.

When they get it, they pay and get their shoes, and then bicker about which bowling balls they get to have, and Jaehyun eventually relents, lets her have the bowling balls she prefers. He only does so because he knows he’s absolutely going to smash her score regardless of whatever bowling ball he has, and so armed with this confidence, he sits back and lets her make the first roll.

As it turns out, she’s pretty good. She knocks down six, and then another two, and she grins at him smugly.

“Gonna do better than me, Jung?”

“You bet I will,” He returns, and waits for the pins to be set in place before he takes his stance. The movements are safe, and familiar, and when he does let the ball roll, he knows it’ll be a strike before it even hits the pins.

There’s a gasp of surprise from behind him when all the pins topple over, and he only smirks a little to himself as he rolls the second ball, and that scores a spare too.

He goes back to the bench with a too-smug expression on his face, so he deserves the solid hand to his chest from her.

She pouts a little when she concentrates, Jaehyun notes idly, and then the tips of his ears start to burn when he realises what he’s doing.

Still, she doesn’t give up, just concentrates and then rolls a perfect middle, knocking down all the pins. She lets out a little victorious, “Yes!” and then makes a face at him before going in for her second throw. Jaehyun is distracted by the silver of her hair that he doesn’t see she makes a seven and that it’s his turn to throw.

“Stop spacing out,” She says, kicking at his feet as she sits down, “it doesn’t look good on you.”

“I look good in everything,” He protests, and then scores a nine.

“Boo! Stop hyping yourself up, frat boy.”

“I can’t hype myself up when I’m naturally talented,” Jaehyun argues, but then he’s distracted as he makes the roll and he messes it up slightly. Of course he would.

He may be good at bowling, but she is stupid competitive and also petty as hell, so her scores start to catch up with him as they play, and he has to actually play really, really well to stay in the lead. She overtakes him at one point in the seventh frame, and he only manages to pull ahead in the ninth frame, at which she glares at him hotly for.

It’s his last throw now, and he has to make it count.

With the burn of her gaze on the back of his neck, he goes in for the last throw – and all the pins are knocked down. Letting out a loud whoop of glee, he turns to face her, hands on his hips and grinning smugly as she rolls her eyes at him.

“You won by a five-point difference!” She says as they turn their shoes in. “That’s not a significant difference, that was luck –“

“I won fair and square,” Jaehyun says, and then ties the trailing lace of her other shoe because she couldn’t be bothered. “Stop being so petty, you can beat me next time.”

“Oh you bet I will, Jung,” She says, just the tiniest bit of sulking in her voice. It’s both endearing and adorable for him to look at her sulking over a five-point difference in their bowling scores, so instead he pulls her to the fast food restaurant next door.

“C’mon, let’s get some fries,” He says, taking her by the wrist and dragging her out slightly. “Stop being so grumpy, it doesn’t look good on you,” He adds, repeating what she told him a couple hours ago, and she snorts, then aims a soft punch at his arm.

“Where are we going after this?” She asks as they wait in line to buy the fries, and she’s moved her hand to hold his properly. She’s not looking at him and is studying the menu board very studiously, so he squeezes her hand a little in return.

“I thought we could go walk on the beach, since it’s right next to the building. And the sun’s almost setting so it’ll be pretty nice. What do you think?”

She sighs, rubs a thumb over his. “Stop being so good at everything, Jung. You’re going to make me actually like you.”

“That is the point though, isn’t it?” Jaehyun teases, then lets go of her hand to pull her into his side, slipping his arm around her waist. “Do you wanna get two packets of fries?”

Her cheeks are red but she doesn’t stutter over her words. “Ah – isn’t it cheaper to get one big one? We can share…” She trails off, like she’s just realised how romantic that could be; Jaehyun jumps on her silence and capitalises on it.

“Yes, yes you’re right. Let’s… hello, can I get one large fries, please? Yes, it’s just that… thank you.” He has to let go of her waist to fiddle with his wallet and take the change and receipt, but as soon as he stows his wallet away again, she slips her arm through his and leans in close.

“Next time I’m gonna beat your ass at bowling,” She says, side-eyeing him. “No mercy.”

“You keep trying, babe,” Jaehyun says, the pet name slipping out carelessly as he watches the screen carefully as so not to miss their order.

“Babe?” She asks a beat later, in a slightly strangled voice.

“Oh – sorry, it just slipped out. Do you like it – are you comfortable with it?”

“Stop being so cute for two seconds, Jung Jaehyun!” She hisses, but there is only adoration in her eyes, tenderness on her lips.

“I’ll stop being so cute if you stop being so pretty,” Jaehyun replies sweetly, and right then, under the shitty lights of some fast food restaurant, he can only see her, her silver hair and bright eyes and small smile, and he only looks away when their order number is called out.

They collect their fries and head out, going round the back of the building to where an expanse of sand stretches out before them before the waves come up to lap at the shore. The sun has just started to set, casting a soft orange glow around them so that the sand shines golden and the waves are coloured red and yellow.

Her arm is tucked in his and she holds the fries as they start to stroll slowly along the beach, fries bursting salty over their tongues and hot in the mild cold of the coming spring.

It’s peaceful, and the silence isn’t awkward; it’s calming after the rush of their bowling game, and Jaehyun doesn’t think it could have gone any better. He hadn’t ever expected anything to come out of this crush of his, and yet here he is, on the beach with his crush’s arm in his and her hair glowing its own moonlight.

“It’s so nice out here,” She says quietly, and a soft smile comes over her face. “I’d forgotten how nice it was to come out here. Thank you for bringing me here,” She adds, looking up at him, and he’s so distracted instantly, his focus going from everywhere around him to only her, pinpricks of his nerves all focused on her.

Which is why he yelps and drops some of the last fries in his hands when a seagull suddenly squawks loudly, obnoxiously somewhere overhead.

“Your face,” Is all she says before she starts laughing, snorting so hard she’s bent over and stumbling as they continue to walk along the beach. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe you got scared of a bird, Jaehyun! What else is going to scare you? And you wasted those fries, what a shame.”

“Shut up,” Jaehyun says, pouting a little.

“You big baby,” She says, smiling and poking his dimple lightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from any big, bad seagulls that want to steal your fries.” Jaehyun takes a look at the box of fries, notes that there are only a few more left, and then he makes his decision.

He spins them so they’re face to face, her hand still on his cheek and now he winds an arm around her waist and the other cups the back of her neck gently, feels the softness of her hair as it spills through his fingertips like molten silver.

“Jaehyun?” She asks, quiet, and her hand moves to cup his jaw; the other is braced on his shoulder, the box of fries just barely held between her fingertips – he can feel it pressing against his arm.

“You know, I didn’t think I would ever get to take you out on a date,” Jaehyun starts, voice low and tone reverent. “I just thought – you were too good. I didn’t think I could actually try and get you to like me. Do you… think it worked?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then she’s looking at him, really looking at him, eyes bright and beautiful and she’s starting to smile, the curling of the edge of her lips into her cheeks.

“You, Jung Jaehyun… I hate you the most, really,” She says, but she’s breathless and there is pink in her cheeks and her hair is a mirror and her hand is still warm on his cheek and there is no bite to her words.

“Glad to know the feeling’s mutual,” Jaehyun says, and his eyes crinkle into a pretty smile and his dimples are so deep she thinks it holds all the love he has for his friends, his family, everyone. She looks up again and there’s warmth blazing in his eyes and her heart is a rapid succession of thumpthumpthump that she hopes he can’t hear.

“Would your feelings change any further if I kiss you?” Jaehyun whispers now, and it’s like the whole world stops for a moment, and everything that matters is only them.

“Why don’t you find out?” She murmurs, so close against him that her words feel like the sea breeze against his cheek, and then – he kisses her.

It’s the sea breeze and the setting sun and the rush of the waves and the grains of sands in their shoes; it is all and everything and now and forever; it is warm even though it is cold and it is home even though they’re the only ones on a bare beach.

“’Ve changed my mind,” She says when they separate, and he can still feel the press of her lips against his. Her eyes are still closed and their foreheads are pressed together. “I think I really like you, Jung Jaehyun.”

She opens her eyes again and Jaehyun only has to look into them one more time to have a bit more bravery.

“Then, be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Jung.”

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom {Teaser}

Pairing: Frat Boy!Tom x Student!Reader

Warnings: nothing really for the teaser but mentions of fuckboy/frat boy Tom & a frat party

Teaser Word Count: 881

Author's Note: So here's a teaser/piece from my frat boy!Tom fic. I am so so excited for you guys to read this piece. I'm still working it out and figuring it out as I go but the first part is done and almost 7k words. If the teaser acquires enough notes for me, I'll post the first part and we'll go from there. Feedback is GREATLY appreciated. And disclaimer, all names mentioned that aren't Tom, Harrison, or reader will be introduced in the first part of the series. 

"The boys are gonna love you. And trust us... none of them are... too bad of assholes. Tom is probably the worse but he won't fuck with new blood." Ivey informs. You nod, following Scarlett and Phoebe up to the open front door, watching Scarlett open the screen door and walk inside, the three of them not leaving your side as they lead you to the kitchen. A group of boys turn, one of them, the same you and Cole ran into earlier. He smiles as Ivey approaches him, wrapping her in his arms. They share a kiss before he looks up, eyebrows furrowing as he spots you, 

"You ran into me earlier." He reminds you, watching a smile cover your face as Ivey looks to you and he chuckles,

"You did?" She asks. You nod, tucking your hands in the pockets of the jean jacket you wear,

"Uhh, yeah, I did. Cole and I were coming around a corner, the same time he was and I bumped into him." You reminisce, your cheeks burning at the thought of always seeing him now that you know one of your roommates is dating him when you made a complete ass of yourself. He chuckles again, draping his arm around Ivey's shoulders as she wraps her arms around his lean torso, 

"'S alright. I told you that already. No harm, no foul." He says, smirk never leaving his lips as his frost colored eyes linger on you. You smile and nod as Ivey sighs, reaching up to proudly place her hand over his stomach, 

"This is my boyfriend, Harrison. He and his best friend Tom came here together from London." She explains, looking up at him. His eyes pull away from you to look down at her. He purses his lips as he hums, satisfied, 

"Got watched by this one in English so I snatched her up. Left Tom as eligible bachelor. He was pretty pissed about that one but," he glances up at you again, "he's a little bit of a ladies man. Decent enough to be the douchebag one night stand guy." He says. You nod to show that you've been listening before Harrison looks you over, 

"And… not that he has a particular type or anything, but you fit the curriculum for someone he'd be into." He adds. You shake your head, 

"I'm not a one night stand type of girl. If anything, I want a boyfriend. So," you look around the kitchen and living room, "which one is Tom so I know to steer clear?" You ask, letting Phoebe turn you and point through the small crowd that's already started to form in the dark, strobe lit living room. Through it, you can see a perky blonde in a tight dress leaned against a wall, talking to a striking young brunette, tight fitted tee and jeans clinging to every muscular limb that he has to offer, a black cap hanging off his head, backwards, his cute yet prominent ears poking up past the hat. You swallow your tongue at the sight of him. He's gorgeous and you can already tell that it's easier said than done with that one when it comes to steering clear of him. As if he can hear your thoughts, he glances up, spotting you and Phoebe. Your heart stops as a smile crosses his lips and he waves softly, excusing himself from the blonde to head your way. Phoebe hums before releasing you and stepping forward to hug him when he steps into the kitchen. He sets his drink down on the counter, pressing his free hand to her lower back, the two of them talking back and forth, too quiet for you to hear over the music. All you can do is stare at his beautiful face in the new light. 

He truly is stunning, cream colored face stealing your breath straight from your lungs. His skin, specifically his somewhat crooked nose and full cheeks are littered with cocoa colored freckles. He practically lacks an upper lip, but his bottom lip is somewhat plump and berry colored, kissable if need be. His nose is perfect despite the bend and cute, but his eyes are what really set you off. He has beautiful dark brown eyes that are accentuated through long, angelic lashes that flutter every few words uttered from his lips or to him from Phoebe's and they almost meet his thick, trimmed eyebrows, the end of one of them tapering up wildly. His forehead is nearly covered by the dark brown hair that is voluminous and fluffy and looks completely inviting despite the snapback he wears. 

His eyes cut to you suddenly like he can feel yours on him, a soft, almost demonic, hungry smile crossing his face as his tongue comes out to wet his lips. The shift in focus to you has Phoebe turning to face you, eyes still locked on Tom to gauge his reactions to you. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows, looking you over, the piercing dark eyes he's blessed with making you feel small in that one moment. And then he speaks in a somewhat deep voice enriched with a similar, tranquilizing European accent that makes your knees weak,

"And who do we have here?"

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[dobrikburrito]

without you, t.s.

words: 2.6k

plot: you and Todd moved on from each other into new relationships - but it still hurts whenever you see him again.

disclaimer: angsty soft smut - tw: cheating (honorable participation of one jeff wittek)

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You

My eyes were closed as I listened to the beat of his heart. My fingertips tracing little figurines on the skin of his chest. His arm tightly around me, his breathing soft and calm. The warmth of him enough to light my body on fire. Our legs tangled, the messy sheets. There was nowhere in the world I’d rather be right now.

“(Y/N)...” His voice was hoarse, but a whisper. I looked up at him. “I love you.”

I couldn’t hide the smile on my face, it was the first time he had ever said that to me. My heart was exploding inside my chest. I sat up a little, adjusting myself to look better at him, touching his face.

“I love you too, Todd.” I looked at his lips and gave him a soft and slow kiss.

After a moment, he held my face on his hand. “I can’t see my life without you. I want to grow old with you, have little (Y/N)s running around the house, a dog, a huge backyard, white fence, everything. I want us to be one of those 80 years old couples sitting on a park just enjoying each other’s presence.”

Breathless. Speechless. I was always surprised of how sensitive and deep he was. I bit my lip, holding the tears back. I could see that perfect life. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The alarm clock rings. 6 am.

I open my eyes, look around. I’m not at home. I see Nerf sleeping unbothered in his bed by the door. I feel arms around my body, I look back and I see him.

Lazily, he opens his eyes and yawns, smiling at me when he sees I’m awake. His brown eyes barely able to stay open.

“Hey beautiful,” Jeff said, pulling me closer to his body, kissing my forehead. “Good morning.”

I turn my body completely to be able to snuggle into him. “Morning.”

His hand was on my hair, caressing it. “Feel like going on a hike with me today?” I just groaned and made him laugh of my laziness. “Fine, you and Nerf deserve each other.”

I chuckled as I watched him getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. The minute the door closed, I took one deep breath. The dream still recent in my mind, another night dreaming of Todd. I hated this, I hated how I couldn’t control it either. Every now and then he would come back in my dreams, half of it a memory, half of it a wish. It was always so realistic that every time I woke up, my heart would break all over again.

And it wasn’t fair to Jeff either.

Todd

I couldn’t sleep. This was annoying the fuck out of me. It’d make me tired all day, moody. I knew myself. I needed a good night of sleep. The late nights and partying on tour with Olivia were getting to me. Or maybe it was something else clouding my mind.

Every time I promise myself I won’t do it again. And yet, here I am, opening instagram, checking Jeff’s page, seeing the new photo with her. They had just come out as a couple and people were freaking out. The comments made me jealous, angry. I knew I had no business feeling anything about the situation. We don’t mean anything to each other anymore. It’s all history now. And I did give it my blessing.

“Hey man,” Jeff said, fidgeting on the stool at the healthy bar we had our shots after every hike now.

“Are you on your period? What’s up? You’re acting weird,” I joke, not for a minute suspecting anything.

“You can punch me if you want, I really don’t mind. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” Jeff took a deep breath, I wasn’t liking where this was going. “I need to be honest with you. Lately I’ve been getting closer to (Y/N). I really like her, man. And I think she might like me a little too.”

When I said nothing, he continued.

“And I know she’s your ex-girlfriend and I know that ended badly, but you’re my friend and I have to be honest with you. If you think this is weird and would rather I stay the fuck away from her, just say the word. I’ll back off right away.” Jeff asked me and any anger I would automatically have on the subject was soothed by his loyalty.

Jeff was a good guy. I had a girlfriend.

“Look, man.” I took a deep breath. “(Y/N) is great. She’s a great girl. It didn’t work out for us, unfortunately, but I care for her. You’re a good guy, I say go for it.”

Jeff exhaled deeply. “Are you sure? Just know you don’t need to say that to make me happy or anything. I don’t wanna fuck up our friendship.”

“I’m sure. It’s fine. I moved on. I’m happy.” I shrugged. “I rather she’s hanging with someone like you than one of those youtube fuckboys.”

“Thanks man, it means a lot to me.” Jeff patted me in my arm and we cheered with our healthy shots.

I did it to myself. The fights, the break up, the blessing. I didn’t have any right to be mad or bothered. But I was, and it was hurting more than I wanted to admit.

In one of the pictures, she was smiling widely, hopping on his back. Both of them looked as happy as can be. The next picture, Jeff was kissing the tip of her nose. Last I remember, I was the only one who could make her smile like that.

I slap myself in the face. Fuck off Todd. What the fuck is wrong with you?

I’m happy. I have an amazing girlfriend, who makes me better. No fights, no struggle. Everything is easy as it’s supposed to be. (Y/N) and I ended for a reason. I’m happy now.

You

No parties tonight, no clubs or bars. We all met at Heath’s house to drink, talk, laugh. I smiled to myself, listening to the burst of laughter coming from the living room. I grabbed two bottles of beer, one for me, one for Jeff, and made my way back. Heath had everyone completely hooked to one of his crazy stories. I reached the couch, filled with my friends, and naturally sat down on Jeff’s lap, giving him his bottle and earning a quick kiss and a thank you. His arm immediately hugged my waist and I crossed my legs.

I heard him before I saw him. The voice and laughter I could hear from a mile away. My thoughts were confirmed when Zane screamed his lungs out.

“Todd!! You made it baby!!” Zane was drunk, yet with the biggest smile on his face.

I’m not gonna lie, I did low key ask Heath if Todd was coming, which he denied, since Todd apparently was still on the road with his new girlfriend.

My body stiffed when I saw him coming around to the living room, saying hi to everyone and sitting down on a stool. The fact that Todd’s life and new girlfriend was the topic for the next ten minutes made me uneasy, which I tried my best to hide. I had only given him a quick glance. He looks good. I sighed. I haven’t seen him in three weeks. Not counting the dreams.

After drinking his beer, Jeff’s hand found my thigh, moving my attention from my friends back to him.

“I really like that skirt, you know.” He kissed my cheek, I smiled.

“Yeah?” I looked down to my yellow and black plaid skirt. My eyes were back on him, noticing a few strands of his hair all messy. I quickly let my fingers fix and caress it. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I was thinking... “ Jeff started, his hands running through my thigh, a smirk on his lips. “Maybe cut the night short? Have a little private fun back at my place?”

“Oh?” I joked, raising my eyebrows. “Huh. And why would I do that?”

“Oh, well. I can give you a few reasons.” Jeff gave me a kiss on the neck and I closed my eyes for a split second.

“Good argument, Wittek.” I smiled and nodded. “Okay, let’s just stay a few more minutes and we’ll go.”

“Great.” His hand pressed my thigh.

Somehow, I did want to leave as soon as possible without being rude. The reason? I could feel the burn in my skin from Todd’s gaze.

Todd

“So, why didn’t Olivia come along?” Mariah asked Todd, giving him a beer bottle.

“We just got back, she was feeling kinda sick, thought was better to just stay in and rest.” I explained, my eyes darting every now and then to the couple in the couch in front of me. My blood was starting to boil and I had to keep my shit together not to make a scene.

Coming here was not a good idea.

Seeing the pictures and instagram stories were one thing. Seeing it live? Was eating me up. Yet, why was I jealous? I hated myself for being so immature that I couldn’t fully move on from someone that I haven’t dated in four months.

When I saw him kissing her neck, I tightened my fist, deciding to go back to the kitchen to clear my head and not have a front row seat to that performance. I knew I had no business feeling anything, but it was so disrespectful from them to pull a show knowing I was right there. I would’ve never done that to (Y/N). I thought she respected our history together enough to consider my feelings.

I swallowed two more beer bottles all by myself in the kitchen, over hearing the stories being told in the living room. I was about to grab a third, when I heard steps coming in. The moment I saw her, my body froze. Took her a minute to figure out I was there, but when she did, her expression was dead. Funny.

“Oh hi, Todd.” Her voice was soothing. She looked back to the living room. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Wouldn’t have come if you did?” I asked, ironically, taking a last sip of my beer.

“That’s not what I mean.” There was a kind of sorrow in her eyes. I couldn’t stop myself.

“And do you mean to show off your new boyfriend to my face?” I looked straight into her eyes. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here.”

“I… I didn’t…” Her voice was confused and hurt. “I’m sorry, Todd. I didn’t mean to show off anything. It wasn’t aimed at you.”

“A little respect would be nice. But yeah, okay, whatever.” I shrugged, looking away.

I knew how to press the right buttons to make her snap at me. I was good at that.

“Why do you care anyway? You have a perfect relationship with a pop singer.” I hated the ironic tone in her voice.

“So? I wouldn’t do any PDA with her with you around. Out-of-respect.” I pointed out, (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, stop with the righteousness. You’ve done worse. Or may I remember you when we were on a break and two hours in you fucked another girl?” She went there, she brought up all the shit again.

I sighed hard. “(Y/N), we’re broken up, we don’t have to keep arguing anymore, it’s done, move on.” I knew how to hurt her with my words.

The frown on her face, the hurt. I instantly hated myself for saying everything.

“Fuck you, Todd.” I got her to snap. I always did.

She was about to turn around to leave and I held her arm, stopping her.

“(Y/N), wait.”

You

I looked back at him, holding back my tears. If it wasn’t enough to see him again, now this. I thought I was done having my heart broken. And yet, it still skipped a beat every time I looked at him.

“Do you love him?” Todd asked me. There was something in his eyes. Hope. Regret. Doubt. Eager. I knew that look.

“Todd, you don’t get to ask me that.” I tried to say it with more confidence than I felt.

“It kills me, seeing you with him.” Todd slowly let go of my arm, but I didn’t go anywhere, not really believing the words coming out of his mouth. “I thought I would be okay, I moved on, but I can’t… I hate seeing you with anyone else.”

“You seem pretty happy with your girlfriend.” I pointed out.

“I am.” Ouch, I swallowed dry. “But I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

Me too. I dream about you every night. I miss your smile, the way you look at me, the way you touch me and the way you made me feel like I was the only girl in the world.

“I’m happy, Todd.” I told him, seeing the feeling of shame run through his face.

I wish everything was different, I wish we made it work. I wish it was easy.

His hands were on his face. “Wow, I’m really a fuck up.”

“Todd, you’re not a fuck up.” I took one step closer to him.

He looked up to the ceiling. “I keep wondering why I can’t get closure with you. Scott thinks it’s because you were my first true love. My first real relationship. That you’ll always have a hold on me because of that and there isn’t much to do about it.” Todd shook his head. “And this fucks up my head.”

I couldn’t stop myself, so I hugged him. His hands held me tight to his body and I caressed his hair, the way I always did. I knew when he was hurting and struggling, and my natural instinct was to make it go away.

“I’ll get better, I promise.” I assured him, hating to see him like this.

“I missed your perfume. I think I forgot how much I loved it.” Todd whispered in my ear, making chills run all over my body.

I didn’t want to admit it, but everything he said, applied to me as well. He was my first love, the one I thought was meant to be. That’s why being apart hurt so much.

After a minute, I started distancing myself from his embrace. I looked up at him, our bodies still pretty close. His deep stare, the close distance. It was all making my heart almost jump out of my chest. I hated the effect he had on me with a simple look. His eyes went from mine to my lips and back. And for a second, I missed the feel of his kiss.

Maybe I expressed it in my eyes, but in the next second his mouth was on mine, his hand pressing onto my hair, pulling me close. Our tongues, lips, breaths. It was soft and rough, desperate and needy. For those seconds, everything was okay. Nothing else mattered.

His hands found the back of my thighs, lifting me easily and putting me on top of the kitchen counter, opening my legs to fit in the middle. I couldn’t stop kissing him, desperately, if my life depended on it. He made me insane, for the better and worse. The hold tight of his hands on my thighs, the way he’d moan in my mouth when I pulled his hair and bit his lower lip. I knew exactly how to make him tic, and so did he.

I could feel him instantly getting hard inside his pants as his body was pressed into mine. For a second, I forgot where we were, I forgot about the world. My head was blurred by the fact that he made me feel so good.

“What the fuck?” Jeff said, stopping on his tracks on the kitchen entrance.

[nomimits7]

Undecided Chapter 1...

Title: Undecided Pt 1

Genre: Investigation, murder, masked behaviour.

Warnings: murder, psychotic behaviour, might be triggering.

Members: Detective OT7 x Forensic scientist Reader

Note: Phrases like this are just add-ins to help with the story line… If they confuse you, feel free to ask!

Summary: Moving overseas for a once in a lifetime job offer was one of the scariest things Y/N ever did. That was until she got stuck in a twisted investigation of random murders, all with one link but no leads. Closing in on the culprit(s) Y/N doesn’t realize the danger she’s getting into. With no family or friends, can Y/N dare to trust those seven closest to her with her life?

Thanks Geek for being the best beta reader ever!! @feed-my-geek-soul 

Prologue 

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Death: The personification of the power that destroys life, often represented in art and literature as a skeleton or an old man holding a scythe.

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“Who do we have here...?” 

 Most people are not given the privilege to choose between life or death, the choice is made for them. Most people would choose life if they were ever given the chance, but you? You were different.  

Death has always fascinated you. You used to binge watch documentaries on serial killers, read hundreds if not thousands of books on murder, even your school speeches all revolved around the minds of these criminals. This is something you slowly fell in love with. The mystery, the way they think, but most of all the way they always got caught for their unholy crimes. It was during one of these moments you realized YOU wanted to be the one bringing their fantasies and creepy fetishes to an end. The idea of taking something away from someone that took a life, was like your own personal high.

After completing school, you followed your dreams and studied to become a Forensic scientist. After only 4 years you had your Honours degree and ready to take on the big bad world out there. This proved to be way much more difficult than you initially thought it would be. Finding a decent job as a female forensic scientist was nearly impossible. Most companies only wanted males or more experienced females. They always found some or other excuse to not hire you, to afraid of the risk.

“We’re sorry to inform you that the position requires someone a bit more experienced Miss Y/N”

It’s not you, it’s the system. You knew you were one of the best out there, but clearly being born without a third leg dangling uselessly in between your sturdier legs was a problem. A big problem.

Your country, well they’re still getting use to the whole ‘Women are equal to men’ thing. The chance of you finding a job even as an intern was next to nothing. Again, the risk was just to big.

“I just don’t get it… I can do an even better job than anyone of those three-legged idiots they call men,” you said before pouting into your coffee. Your best friend Lusai just sat there and patiently listened to your mumbling. He was always the best at giving advice on life problems, especially yours. This man you have known for almost 15 years. This man knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Lusai, what should I do?” You whined as his silence became too much to bear. “Come on, you know me better than I know myself. What’s next for Y/N?”

The red-headed, green eyed male stared directly into your eyes. Your best friend was handsome. Red heads being the rare species, he was a well-known ladies’ man. Alongside his green eyes, he even made you swoon from time to time. Clearly, he was doing something right, you see your dear Lusai wasn’t the thinnest or ‘muscle mania’ type of man, no, he was a solid, tall guy that picked up girls like it was a daily trip to the local supermarket.

“Y/N” he sighed. “You know dam well what to do! Just keep looking. Take a breath and keep going. Somewhere someone will see your talents.”

Wise words always seem to leave his mouth. Either that or you were just way to desperate. Even though he was the definition of a fuckboy, he was a smart fuckboy. Both in life and sex.

“See, that’s why I always come to you first!” you said as a smile spread across his plump pink lips.

“Yeah, I was your first everything” He retorted with a smirk.

It’s true. Your best friend was your first everything. Maybe being best friends with your ‘first crush’, ‘first kiss’, ‘first make out’ and ‘first sexual contact’ wasn’t the best idea ever. But hey, the idiot crept into your heart and well, he’s stuck there now. You still love the guy to death, but you always learn from your mistakes. Him, being a painful reminder of that.

“Whatever.” You bite back.

A comfortable silence settles in between you as you slowly sipped the rest of your drink. You loved how you could sit in complete silence and still share so much with someone. The rest of the day consisted of interviews and shopping.

In summary… it was fruitless.

Nonetheless you chose to take Lusai’s advice and keep trying. Somewhere out there, someone will see that you are worth the risk. You are passionate about your work and that’s what makes you different from the rest.

It wasn’t long until you found yourself in the same coffee shop, at the same table, sitting across the same person, drinking the same dam coffee. You were in need of something stronger than coffee. Unfortunately, you hate alcohol as much as you hate rejection. Your hope of finding that dream job was slowly fading. Lusai was a smart boy, and so he did what most smart people would do if a friend was on the brink of depression and self-pity, he made a horrible joke.

“So, the other day I bought a bottle of still water.” He began.

With confused eyes you looked at him expectantly.

“I bought that bottle and threw the water down the drain.” He said as he took a sip of his drink.

“Why did you buy water just to throw it out again?” you asked a little annoyed.

“I wanted to set the water free” he was now staring at you, his face void of any emotion. A beat went by as you sat there, dumbfounded, only to burst out into a fit of laughter.

“There we go! There’s the Y/N I know” he said with a chuckle.

“I hate you, you know that right?” You said as you attempted to punch the speed devil.

He simply shook his head as silence once again took a hold of the atmosphere. You must be doing something wrong. Your studies included practical practice, yet you are seen as inexperienced. You got lost in your jumble of thoughts until Lusai cleared his throat across from you. You turned your attention back to him as his worried eyes made contact with yours.

“Y/N” he began with a shaky breath. “Maybe, just maybe you shouldn’t limit yourself to our country. I mean, you always wanted to travel. Maybe this is just a sign that you should search overseas.” He carefully added. Examining your face as he waited for your reply. Like most people out there, packing up and leaving everyone and everything you ever knew behind scared the living shit out of you. It has been one of your many dreams to see the world yes, but leaving completely without certainty of returning? That scared you.

“I- We’ll see” was all you could say. What more can a scared brave girl say when you had no right to show your weak side? Even though Lusai knew you, you never allowed him the opportunity to see you as a weak woman. And now was no exception.

His words definitely stuck with you. That very evening you began your wild search into the great unknown pages called the internet. You found hundreds of opportunities, but none of them struck your interest. Either it was just an office job (which was a big no, you needed to be out there and not locked up behind a creaking old desk signing papers) or they were just simple internships with little to no pay. None screamed your name, until you came across a rather unusual advertisement.

 Z private Investigators.

Needed: Forensic Scientist.

No skills needed nor any experience. We have enough staff to help with the basics.

Status of request: Urgent.

Contact Mr Kim if you are interested. 08**-9634-09**or Zinvertigators@crimelab.co

Well, this should be interesting. It was as if this advertisement was made just for you. You clicked on the link and that’s how you delved into this company’s history.

“It’s located in South Korea, some place called Busan at the moment. But its almost like a company on wheels. They move around a lot to different cities. At the moment there’s seven employees, all men. There were unfortunately no photos whatsoever.” You explained to Lusai over the phone as you sat crossed legged on your bed still scrolling through their homepage.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Apply Y/N. Working with seven men can’t be that bad. And you’ll get to travel! Maybe this is what you have been waiting for, the worst that can happen is receiving a no.” Lusai said

After hanging up you got started on your email:

Good day Mr Kim,

My name is Y/N. I have recently Graduated with my honour’s degree in Forensic science. I’m 20 years old. I know I am way to young, but I was home schooled. Attached is my resume.

I hope to hear from you soon

Kind regards,

Y/N

And just like that you found yourself a mere week later, on your way to the airport for a personal interview. Mr Kim had responded with the exact words: ‘For a 20-year-old your resume is sure impressive. You sound like a very intriguing girl, I can’t wait to meet you. We don’t believe in interviews over the phone. How soon can you fly out?’ Now here you are saying goodbye to your closest relatives on your way to the great unknown.

The flight was probably the scariest part of the whole ordeal. The shaking of the plane as turbulence took over for what seemed like an eternity, definitely made you thankful for every blessing you have received. The fact that you were alone on a man-made bird and the fact that you were sitting next to a creep, his hand kept ‘accidentally’ touch your left thigh, wasn’t helping. When the plane landed some 20 hours later you were more than happy to get the hell off the overgrown chunk of metal.

Walking out of the plane you saw a masked man standing near the window with your name scribbled on a paper. This guy was completely dressed in black. He had long, defined legs (in skinny jeans that did wonders for his thighs, if you were being completely honest), broad shoulders covered in a very loose fitted black hoodie, completed with a face mask and fishers hat hiding his hair completely. His eyes though, big brown ones, they were calculating.

As you walked over to this black ninja looking assassin you gave yourself the most needed pep talk.

“Just breathe, no one knows you other than Mr Kim. Fact they don’t even know what you look like. You are fine, just peachy. Oooh shit I’m getting closer. Shut it! you got this girl. Just bre-“

“H-Hi, I’m Y/N.” You said as you came face to face with this mystery man in black denim, and really good-looking thighs. You could see him smile under his mask. He nodded to you and turned around. Awkwardly you followed him to a big black SUV. Without a word he ushered you inside and off you went. The ride was silent as you stared out the window. You had no idea where you were going but soon the van left the city and entered a quieter scene of houses and apartments. Slowly your eyes got heavier as sleep overtook you. So many questions haunted your dreams, so many.

You woke with a small gasp as you felt someone’s hands on your thighs. Looking up you came face to face with, yet another, masked man in all black. This was someone else. Someone with soft yet dangerous eyes. This time, though, the unknown man removed his mysterious mask.

Time stopped as you came face to face with heaven. This man had brown almost almond coloured hair, his soft deep almost black orbs stared straight at you. He gave you a boxy grin as he saw you taking his god-like features in. His deep voice startled you as you got lost in those mysterious orbs for eyes.

“Hi Y/N, Welcome to Busan. My name is Kim Taehyung. Or Mr Kim, whichever you prefer. This is the place you will be staying, I do hope it’s to your liking. We’ll give you a day or two to adjust. I’ll let you know when your interview will be. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone like this but we have some business to attend to. Have a peaceful evening Y/N.” Taehyung said as he stood up. He helped you out of the van and before long you found yourself, yet again, alone.

That evening after packing away your stuff and making yourself at home with a bottle of wine and a Domino’s pizza, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift back to the almond haired man you met. Taehyung. Those eyes made your skin tingle, and not in an arousing way. There lurked a sense of danger behind them, a danger that perked your senses with curiosity.

As you sat on the couch your curiosity got the best of you. Seeing as you were too tired to take in your surroundings, you decided to do your own little research on the boss before you go for your interview. Pulling out your laptop you opened Naver and began your escapade into the life of Mr Kim.

“Huh? He… he doesn’t exist? How does someone not exist on the internet?” Even you can be found with a simple search of your name. Hell, your whole life’s history could be found through a simple search and a click or two. Interesting, interesting indeed.

That evening you went to bed with even more questions than answers.

 Oh, if only you knew what you were getting into…

Chapter 2

And there you have the first chapter... I hope you enjoyed it. Don’t be shy to ask if something is unclear... Love you <3 

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[silverlightqueen]

Ruin My Life - Part 5

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fratboy!jimin - so much smut !!! fluff, angst to come

Summary - good news for y/n ! and then fratboy!Jimin gets angry after you tease him

Word Count - 5.8k+

Warnings - this is just disgusting ngl. explicit sex, unprotected sex, possessiveness, degradation, explicit dirty talk, DOM!JIMIN, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral sex (male and female receiving), overstimulation, use of toys, lowkey bondage, pussy slapping, tit-fucking, sexting, cumplay, edging, forced orgasm, basically e v e r y t h i n g lol

a/n: I know this is really quick after part 4 but i was so excited and it’s nearly 3am here and i was just on a mad one so here ya go. I am so sorry about how filthy it is (and the lack of editing too) lmao

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‘Guess what?’ I exclaim, running into the kitchen. Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung are all in here, eating breakfast, and they all look up in surprise when I come in. ‘Good morning to you too,’ Yoongi says drily. ‘Okay, good morning. But guess what?’ I say, practically jumping on the spot. ‘What, princess?’ Jimin asks me, and I grin. ‘I got my period!’ I exclaim. Jin jumps up and wraps his arms around me in excitement, Namjoon and Taehyung doing the same. I go over to Jimin who grins at me, pulling me onto his lap and pressing his lips to mine. ‘Congratulations,’ Yoongi says drily as Jimin smothers my face in kisses, coaxing giggles from me. ‘Happy, princess?’ he asks, and I nod, smiling widely. ‘I guess little Taemin doesn’t exist, huh?’ he says, almost sadly, and I supress a laugh. I’ve already cried in the bathroom because I got my hopes up about having a kid with him, but then I realised that it’s better this way so I’ve put on a brave face and mustered up some excitement about it. ‘Aww, poor hyung wanted a kid,’ Taehyung says jokingly, and I shake my head at him in annoyance. ‘I’m relived though, to be honest. Now I can still wreck her shit without worrying about hurting our baby,’ Jimin says, the boys groaning. ‘Maybe I can join this time instead of Kook,’ Tae suggests, both Jimin and I sighing. ‘He’s already asked me twice this morning,’ Jimin tells me, and I laugh despite myself. ‘You’re nothing if not persistent, Taehyung,’ I say, and he nods in agreement, laughing. 

‘Do you mind giving me a lift back to mine and Mija’s apartment? We’re going out for coffee in a couple hours,’ I ask Jimin, and he nods instantly, pressing gentle kisses to my jaw. ‘Oh, so you haven’t moved in here then? I thought you had?’ Namjoon teases and I stick my tongue out at him. ‘Not yet anyway,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Where’s Mija?’ I ask Tae, and he shrugs. ‘When I went back upstairs last night, she was gone,’ he says, and I feel a little bit of panic. ‘Did you two… you know?’ I ask, and Tae shakes his head. ‘Clearly she’s not into me like that,’ Taehyung says, and I pat his shoulder. ‘She’s just closed off, Tae. I’ll speak to her later,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Keep visiting us, okay, y/n?’ Jin says, and I nod. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t be rid of me that easy,’ I joke. ‘We’re having a party next Saturday again, okay? Make sure you come,’ Namjoon says. ‘I will, definitely,’ I say. ‘And not just for a booty call this time. Actually spend some time with the rest of us,’ Yoongi says, and I nod, laughing. ‘Go get your stuff and we’ll go,’ Jimin says, and I nod, getting up. I run up to his room, trying to avoid anyone else on the way, and collect up all my stuff, putting into the big bag that Mija brought all my stuff in yesterday. ‘Ready?’ Jimin says from the door. He’s wearing just his black sweatpants from last night, socks on his feet too now. ‘Shall I take the morning-after pills and pregnancy tests?’ I ask him, and he shakes his head. ‘Leave them here. We fuck here more than at yours,’ he says. ‘I bet you just want them for your other hoes,’ I joke, and he grins, pulling me into his arms, our bodies flush against each other. ‘You’re the only ho I have,’ he says, and I gasp. ‘I love it when you’re romantic,’ I say, and he laughs, pressing his lips to mine. ‘You’re cute, babe. Take some of the tests and pills just in case,’ he says, and I nod, laughing. I pack them into my bag and we head downstairs. I’m dressed in the white hoodie Jimin gave me last night and a pair of black cycling shorts that Mija brought over yesterday.

‘See you guys later. Next weekend, yeah?’ I say, and the boys all nod, bidding me goodbye. Jimin and I head out to his car (a flashy sports car because who would expect anything less from fuckboy Jimin?) and he holds the door open for me. I thank him and take the passenger seat I’d sat in so many times, turning on the radio as he comes to take the driver’s seat. As soon as he’s started up the engine and reversed out from the large ASP driveway (doing that insanely attractive thing that has me actually salivating for him - when boys put their hand on the back of the passenger seat and look behind to reverse, manipulating the wheel with just the one hand), the hand that isn’t resting gently on the wheel comes to rest on the bare skin of my thigh. I don’t even flinch, because his hands are on me more often than not, and he starts to make small talk with me. We talk about our lessons and stuff, and then he brings up something very interesting. ‘So, yeah, I’ll be getting extra credit towards my degree and being paid if I teach this dance class to dance majors. It’ll only be for a couple months, I think, and it’s on a Thursday morning, which is perfect, because I spend my Thursday mornings in the studio anyway. And a few of our friends are in the class which is nice. Jeongyeon was the one who told me about the vacancy, actually,’ he says, and I try not to react to the name. ‘Jeongyeon?’ I ask, and he looks over at me, nodding. ‘Yeah. You two are friends, right?’ he asks. ‘Were. We were friends,’ I correct him, trying not to physically shake with anger. ‘You fell out? What happened?’ he asks, and I supress a laugh. ‘Nothing, nothing. We just grew apart, I guess. It’s not the end of the world,’ I say, and he looks at me curiously, obviously wanting to know the details but not pushing me for them. ‘Oh, well, recently, we’ve been speaking a bit more, I guess, and she texted me about it last night,’ he says, and I nearly laugh aloud.

‘Well, it sounds like a great opportunity. What time does it start?’ I say, and he grimaces. ‘7.30, until 11.00. We have a half-hour break at 9.00 until 9.30 though,’ he says, and I grimace too. ‘That’s tough. I’m free on Thursday mornings, though, so I can bring you breakfast or coffee or something during your break,’ I say, and he smiles softly, squeezing my thigh gently. ‘You don’t have to wake up that early,’ he says. ‘I go to the gym at 9 anyway. I can just delay it half an hour to come see you first,’ I say, and he grins widely. ‘That’ll definitely make my morning better then,’ he says, and I smile despite myself. ‘You flirt,’ I say half-heartedly, and he chuckles. ‘It’s true! Anyway, anyway, have you not got any cramps? You usually get really bad on your first day, right?’ he asks, and my heart warms at the fact he remembers. ‘I do, but I’ve been fine today so far. I’ll probably get bad later though,’ I say, deflating at the thought. ‘Well, keep me updated on when your bleeding stops. Just so I know when I can come over,’ he says with a grin, and I slap his thigh gently. ‘I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I was thinking I can come pick you up tomorrow night, and we can go out for dinner. I would suggest tonight but I’ve got training,’ he says, and I’m not even surprised anymore.

He clearly wants a relationship, without the commitment, which is something I realised this morning. He wants to do absolutely everything that’s involved in a relationship, especially the sex, but he doesn’t want the relationship itself. God knows why, because he managed to stay loyal to me when we were fucking a couple years ago. There’s no point questioning it anymore. It is what it is, I guess. I’m gonna end things soon, hopefully. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s just so hard. He can just shoot me that killer eye smile of his and I’m a goner. He’ll bust out a romantic line and I’ll be swooning. A flash of his abs and I’m slavering. How am I supposed to end things with him? I’m an absolute mess. A sucker for him. He could step on me and I’d probably say thank you because of how whipped I am. If he asked me if he could piss on me, I probably would let him. Okay, no, that’s a tad too far.

‘y/n? Are you even listening to me?’ he asks, pulling me out of my reverie. ‘Sorry, I was daydreaming. What did you say?’ I ask, and he smiles to himself. ‘I said, do you want to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night? I’ll take you somewhere fancy like you always wanted to?’ he says again, sounding nervous this time. ‘Yeah, of course,’ I say, smiling at him, watching as a grin breaks across his face. ‘I’ll book somewhere nice, and I’ll keep it a surprise,’ he says as he pulls up beside my accommodation building. ‘Okay. Text me what time we’re going,’ I say to him, getting ready to get out, and he nods. ‘See you later, princess,’ he says, pulling me towards him by my chin and pressing his lips to mine briefly. ‘Bye, Jimin,’ I reply, getting out of the car. I head towards the building, listening out for him to leave but he doesn’t yet. When I get inside the building, I turn to look back and he’s still there, grinning at me. I roll my eyes, waving, before heading up to my room, my head in a whirl.

I’m horny. Hornier than I’ve ever been before. Normally, I would blame it on my period, but getting home yesterday, changing my barely spotted pad, only to wake up this morning and find it completely clean of any blood, has me believing that I’m no longer on my period. I’ve always been relatively irregular, and I’m slightly stressed at the moment, so maybe I’ve been blessed with a really short period. But maybe it’s a curse. Because all I can think of is the fact that I could be having sex right now, but I’m not. Because Jimin’s in a lecture. I’ve every mind to call Jungkook instead, but I know Jimin would punish me, and not in a pleasurable way, so instead I lie on my bed, trying to stop myself from either touching myself or texting Jimin until his lecture’s finished. Unfortunately, my self control’s never been fantastic and so it’s not long until I’m typing out a message to Jimin.

y/n: daddy

y/n: I really need you rn

It’s only a few seconds later that I see that he’s typing, and a shiver runs through me. Out of nerves or excitement, I don’t know.

Jimin: y/n I thought you were on your period ???

y/n: I was, but it finished already

y/n: you know how irregular I am

y/n: but Jimin, I’m so fucking horny right now

y/n: I need you so bad

I already know I’m in for it when he’s typing for a while, obviously not sure what to say.

Jimin: y/n I’m in a fucking lecture

Jimin: can this not wait another half an hour ?

y/n: but daddy I’m so desperate

I hesitate to send what I want to send but then decide. Fuck it.

y/n: I need your fingers filling me up

Jimin: y/n I swear to god

y/n: I wanna choke on daddy’s cock

y/n: I want daddy to fill me up and fuck me full of his cum until I’m crying

Jimin: y/n you’re playing a dangerous game

y/n: but daddy I’m so horny

y/n: I’m gonna have to touch myself if I don’t have your cock in me soon

He and I both know I never would, but I decide to push it that bit further.

Jimin: don’t you fucking dare

y/n: but daddy I’ll send you a voice note of my moans

y/n: I’ll send you a video of my fingers trying to fill me up the way yours do daddy

Jimin: I’m going to fucking ruin you when I get out of this lecture little girl

Jimin: you’re not getting away with being such a dirty little slut

y/n: more daddy send me more

Jimin: is my little whore getting off to these threats ?

Jimin: you want daddy to wreck you ?

y/n: yes daddy, please

y/n: make me your bitch daddy

y/n: fill me up with your cum

y/n: I want it pouring out of me

y/n: I want people to be able to smell it, to know that my daddy fucks me so good

I don’t send another, waiting for a reply, and when it takes ages to get one, I fear I’ve pushed him too far. And then he starts typing.

Jimin: I want you ready when I get there

A bolt of fear but also anticipation runs through me, and I instantly jump up from my bed, pulling off my sweats to run a razor over my legs (and other areas), just to get rid of the few stray hairs that seem to never want to leave. I run a brush through my hair and put on some perfume before putting on some pretty black lingerie. I quickly put a bit of makeup on, just doing my lipstick when I hear the front door open and close. It must be Mija, because Jimin won’t have been that quick (it’s only been ten minutes) and he can’t get into the apartment anyway. She usually gets home this time anyway. I feel sorry for her because I’m pretty sure she’ll be scarred when she hears me and Jimin in a little while. Just as I’m about to step out of my bathroom, the door flies open, Jimin stood in the door way. He looks fuming, eyes hooded and hair wrecked from his hand running through it. His also looks delectable, dressed in a black playboy sweater and blue ripped jeans, a black cap on his head and silver earrings and rings setting off his tanned skin.

‘In the bedroom, and on your fucking knees,’ he spits at me, and I feel the slick pooling in my expensive panties already. He moves to the side to let me past, and I do instantly, not daring to disobey him. I drop to my knees, facing him, and watch as he slowly walks towards me. ‘That shit you pulled, that’s not gonna happen again, is it, baby girl?’ he asks, voice lower than normal. ‘Depends whether or not I enjoy what you’re about to do,’ I reply in my sweet voice, the one that always gets him to do what I want. He strides towards me, bunching my hair up and tugging it down, forcing my head backwards so I look up at him, my neck bent at an awkward angle. ‘Whores always enjoy their punishment,’ he spits down at me, our eyes locked together. ‘Look at you, all dressed up, hair done, makeup on, just to get dick, right?’ he asks, and I nod as best as I can with his hand gripping my hair. ‘Fucking whore. You don’t deserve my dick,’ he says, releasing my hair harshly and walking over to my wardrobe. I already know what it is he’s getting, and I sigh internally. He pulls the box out from the top drawer, throwing the lid across the room. He pulls out the handcuffs and one of the vibrators, discarding the rest of the box on the bed. He holds out the vibrator to me and I take it in my hands. It’s the one that he controls with a remote. ‘You know where to put it, slut,’ he says, and I do, putting it in my panties, pressed up against my dripping wet core. He steps around me, bending down and cuffing my hands behind my back before going to the bathroom.

I watch as he gets the clean glass sat beside the sink (for the nights when I’m too drunk or tired to go to the kitchen to get water) and fills it up, downing it and putting the glass back down. He heads back towards me, undoing his belt as he does so, watching me with a smirk. If I could imprint this image onto my brain, I would. He pushes his jeans and boxers down slightly, rock hard length springing up against his sweater. ‘Open up, whore,’ he says, and I do so. He plunges into my mouth with no warning, and I splutter around him. With my hands tied behind my back, I can’t even grab onto anything to steady myself, and I feel myself trying to clear my throat around him. He watches me amusedly, the sadistic side of him coming out. ‘I thought you wanted to choke on daddy’s dick, princess?’ he says teasingly, and I look up at him, tears collecting on my lash line. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and my heart warms at the momentary break in his cruel demeanour. I nod as best as I can, and he pulls all the way out of my mouth before plunging all the way back in, balls slapping against my chin. ‘You don’t even know how angry I was in my lecture. Turned on but fucking angry. I had to leave so I told my professor that you’d had an accident and I had to go help you. You’re lucky I didn’t say what I wanted to say. That my princess wanted to act like a little whore so I had to go put her back in her place. I’m gonna fucking wreck your shit, baby girl. You won’t even be able to walk when I’m done with you,’ he says, voice strained as he thrusts into my mouth.

‘I don’t wanna hear a single moan out of your mouth, and if you cum before I let you, I’m gonna make you regret it,’ he says, his hand moving in his pocket before the vibrator in my pants starts to… vibrate. I clench immediately, completely forgetting about Jimin’s cock in my mouth, focused on the gentle vibrations against my folds. He stills in my mouth and I look up at him in confusion, knowing he can’t even be close to cumming yet. ‘Swallow,’ he says, and I do so, taking him further down my throat. He lets out a low groan, the sound going straight to my core, before he collects my hair up in one fist. The vibrations increase in speed and intensity, and I have to supress my moans. ‘And again,’ he says, and I do, taking him even further, my lips at the base of his thick cock. He increases the vibrations again, and I squirm slightly. ‘Ah, fuck, your lips feel so good wrapped around me. Letting daddy fuck your throat like a good little cockslut,’ he growls out, before pulling out of my mouth completely and pulling up his jeans and boxers again. ‘Get up. Let me fuck you,’ he says, and I get up quickly, my hands being tied not hindering me at all. He increases the vibrations further, my knees weakening, and I nearly fall the floor once more. He lets out a harsh laugh, grabbing me by my waist. ‘Look at you. Already struggling? We haven’t even started yet, princess,’ he chuckles, pushing me towards my bed. ‘On your knees,’ he says, and I get on my knees, resting my shoulders against the bed. He pulls my pants aside, removing the vibrator from my folds, and replaces it with his fingers. He scoops up my slick before reaching forward, holding out two of his fingers beside my mouth. I take them into my mouth, tasting myself as he laughs. ‘Look how wet you already are. Just from getting your throat fucked like a whore,’ he says, removing his fingers from my mouth.

‘I don’t wanna hear a sound from you, understand?’ he asks, and I nod. I hear him rooting around in the box again before the noise stops. He tugs my pants down just past my ass, pushing one of my knees slightly further away from the other. And then I hear it. The aggressive vibrations of Jimin’s favourite present that he’s ever bought for me (it was more for himself, let’s be real). I tense up completely, and he lets out a low chuckle. ‘Is my little slut scared now?’ he asks, and I don’t answer, not sure what to say. It seems he doesn’t want an answer, just pressing the Hitachi Wand to my folds. I instantly lurch forward, and he tuts, one palm landing on my ass before he pulls me back into position. ‘Move again and I’ll leave your fucking apartment. I can get myself off without you. It’s not so easy for you, is it?’ he threatens, pressing the wand against my core once more. I try my best to stay still, as he gradually increases his pressure, the head of the wand completely disappearing in amongst my folds. ‘Does that feel good, princess?’ he asks teasingly, and I nod, trying not to verbally convey the waves pleasure coursing through me. ‘You’re doing so well at being quiet, princess. I’m not used to not hearing your pretty little moans,’ he says, making it even harder to stay quiet.

‘Can I hear your pretty moans, princess? I wanna hear you,’ he asks, free hand gently skimming over my ass. ‘Mmm, daddy, feels so good,’ I whimper out, the vibrations making me so weak. ‘Feels good, baby? How about this?’ he asks, moving the wand to gently rest on my clit. I let out a high-pitched moan, back arching further from the bedsheets. ‘Fuck, daddy, don’t stop,’ I whine, and he chuckles before increasing the pressure, the vibrations much more intense. ‘Oh, God, daddy, feels so good,’ I moan, feeling myself nearing my high embarrassingly fast. ‘Does my little girl wanna cum?’ he croons amusedly. ‘Yes, daddy, please, I need to cum,’ I moan, already knowing he’s not gonna let me. ‘Too bad,’ he replies in the same tone, the wand disappearing from my core, my orgasm diminishing. I know better than to complain and so don’t move or say anything, just attempt to get my breath back. He turns off the wand, putting it back into the box, and wraps a hand around my hair, pulling me up towards him. I balance on just my knees as he pulls my body flush to him, his free hand appearing at my throat. Unable to stop myself, I grind back against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans press against my ass. His hand at my throat tightens and I gasp at the feeling, having never been choked by him this hard. ‘Don’t fucking play with me, princess, this is not the time. I’m still deciding what to do with you,’ he growls against my ear. He tugs my pants back up and pulls me up from the bed, waiting until I’m steady on my feet until he lets go of me.

He inspects me, probably looking at the saliva and tears on my face, the messed-up hair and the weak knees. He lets out a low chuckle before his hand appears at my hands, uncuffing me, before they move up, unclasping my bra and pushing it off my shoulders. He pushes the small vibrator back into my soaking panties again, and I try not to shudder. ‘Will you let me try something new with you, baby girl?’ he asks, lips pressed to my ear. ‘Yes, daddy,’ I reply, and he chuckles. ‘On your knees,’ he says, and I drop to my knees, ignoring the pain. He comes to stand in front of me, pulling down his jeans and boxers again. ‘Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess. You’re gonna get me nice and wet again, and I’m gonna fuck those pretty tits of yours. Is that okay?’ he smirks, and I supress a moan at the words, nodding with my lip pulled between my teeth. ‘Open your mouth, princess, gag on my cock again, get me all wet,’ he says, and I close my mouth around him. He thrusts in and out a few times before pulling me off him, his length already covered in my saliva. ‘Push your tits together for me,’ he says, and I do as he says, watching as he admires them. ‘I’ve always loved these. Always wanted to bruise them up, make them mine,’ he says, slapping the flesh of one breast, and I gasp. ‘Hold them together so I can fuck them, princess,’ he says, and I watch as he positions himself at the bottom of my breasts, slowly pushing up and emerging through my cleavage. The pink tip of him pushes through, and I supress a moan at the sight.

I feel the vibrator in my panties start up and I bite my lip as he begins to fuck me harder, his precum leaking all over my chest. ‘That feels so good, princess, hold them tighter,’ he says, and I push them closer in, hearing his breath hitch in his throat. He increases the vibrations again, and I let out a moan unintentionally. Wordlessly, he slaps my other breast, making me gasp again. ‘Shut it, whore, I don’t want to hear you,’ he says, and I bite my lip again. ‘God, I’m gonna cum way too soon at this rate. You’ve got such amazing tits, baby girl, better than any I’ve ever seen,’ he groans out, thrusting a few more times before moving away from me. ‘Hold them there for me, princess,’ he says, watching me in amusement. He lands a few more gentle slaps on each breast, and I know he wants to see bruises on them later. ‘Up, baby girl,’ he says, and I get up, standing in place and waiting for further instruction. The vibrator is still violently throbbing in my pants and it takes every ounce of my strength to not moan.

‘I think I wanna taste your needy little pussy, princess. On your back,’ he says, and I follow his instructions, lying on my back on the bed. Before I can even get comfortable, Jimin’s settling himself between my legs. He tugs my pants down my legs, the vibrator falling to the bedou . He picks it up, grinning, and presses it to my clit, his sinfully plump lips appearing at my slit. He laps up my slick like there’s no tomorrow, having me winding my hands into his hair and pulling him even closer. The long and quick licks from Jimin combined with the vibrator on my clit have me hurtling towards my orgasm. And then his mouth disappears, replaced by his hand sharply coming down onto my swollen lips. Before I can even register the pain of the slap, his lips begin to suck at my core again, curled up into a smirk. I let out broken gasps and moans, Jimin alternating between harsh slaps and eating me out. ‘Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna…’ I trail off, writhing beneath him. ‘You wanna cum, princess?’ he murmurs against my heat. ‘Then fucking cum,’ he demands, and it’s like my body is hanging off his every word, my orgasm hitting me instantly, with such intensity that I’m rendered silent, back completely arched off the bed.

‘That’s my good whore,’ he murmurs, replacing his mouth with his fingers now, pumping in and out of me at an almost painful pace. ‘Daddy, it hurts,’ I whimper, twitching at the overstimulation, and he chuckles. ‘I thought you’d have learnt by now that I don’t care, princess. You wanted to cum, baby, I’m only giving you what you wanted,’ he says amusedly, his fingers curling inside me. I clench around him, the pain slowly becoming pleasure, as the vibrator becomes even more intense, having me whining and whimpering with complete abandon. ‘You take my fingers so well, princess. Such a good little slut, aren’t you?’ he says affectionately as I feel yet another orgasm approaching. ‘Daddy, can I cum?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘Already? Such a good whore, baby girl. Go on, cum for daddy again,’ he says, and, again, my body complies with his demand, my orgasm washing over me, leaving me completely still on the bed. ‘Did my little girl cum too hard?’ he asks mockingly as I pant, body tensionless. ‘You still haven’t had my cock in you yet, princess, like you wanted,’ he taunts, getting up from the bed and stripping off all his clothes. His dick rests against his abdomen, painfully hard and an angry red, the vein on the underside prominent.

He hovers over me, my legs instinctively coming up to wrap around his waist, and he chuckles. ‘Are you sure you want me raw, princess? I know you said it in your texts, but you were horny and stuff, so I don’t know,’ he says gently, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. ‘Yes, Jimin, I’ve wanted you raw since you first fucked me,’ I breathe out, and he grins. He slowly sinks in to me, both of us letting out a moan, until he bottoms out, completely filling me up. ‘God, princess, I’ve wanted to raw you since the moment I first laid eyes on you,’ he says, beginning to thrust in and out of me at a slow pace, both of us savouring the initial feeling. ‘Wearing that short skirt and that tight shirt, I wanted to fucking rip it all off you and take you right there on the sofa. Eunwoo was all over you, marking your neck up, to claim you, and all I could think is that I’d do the same if you were mine,’ he says, increasing his pace ever so slightly. ‘You were such a pretty little thing, so good. You tried to push him away, embarrassed that it was in front of everyone, and you gave me the strongest desire to corrupt you. To make you the bad girl, the cockslut, the whore I knew was hiding inside. And look at you now. Texting your daddy to tell me you’re horny, waiting for me in pretty lingerie, letting me fuck your throat and your tits, and begging me to let you cum. God, you were freshmen-me’s dream, princess,’ he groans, his sentences punctuated with moans and whimpers from me. Being able to feel all of him inside me, the veins scraping against my walls and the tip brushing against that spongy spot inside me, combined with his confession has me unable to control myself.

‘Daddy, harder, please,’ I moan, and he chuckles. ‘Beg for it, dirty girl,’ he demands. ‘Please, daddy, fuck me harder, I want you to fuck me so hard I can feel you in my stomach, so hard I can’t walk for days. Turn me into your whore, daddy, make me your little slut,’ I beg, not even thinking before the words come pouring out of my mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so hot,’ he groans, instantly increasing his pace, the bed beginning to move in time with his hips, the headboard nudging the wall with each thrust. ‘Fuck, I’ll make you into my little bitch, you greedy slut. Such a dirty little whore. So desperate for daddy’s cock,’ he growls, my nails raking down his back as his pace increases more and more, his hips meeting mine again and again. He slams into me, his cock feeling better than ever before, and I moan out his name repeatedly. ‘Cum over my cock, princess, show me how good daddy makes you feel. Soak my cock, baby girl,’ he demands, and only seconds later, I’m clenching around him, body tensing as my orgasm washes over me with a shout. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he praises as I tremble beneath him, body beginning to twitch when his pace increases yet again. I don’t even bother complaining, knowing he won’t listen, so I just lie there, letting him fuck me to his heart’s content.

‘Look at you, princess, letting me overstimulate you with no complaint. You really are turning into a good little cockslut, aren’t you?’ he praises, voice strained as he drills into me. ‘Rub yourself, princess,’ he instructs, but I shake my head, eyes rolling back with the overwhelming feeling of approaching my fourth orgasm. ‘I told you to rub yourself, slut, so fucking do it. I want you soaking my dick again like a good little whore, and I’m not gonna stop until you’ve milked every last drop from my cock,’ he growls, my limp hand appearing between our bodies and rubbing at my abused clit. ‘Cum for me, baby girl. I wanna feel you clench around me while you cum, princess,’ he groans out, moaning when my body follows his command. I see stars as I orgasm, screaming out his name. My vision is swimming and head spinning as I feel Jimin’s hips stutter, hearing him moan my name against my ear as he cums inside me. I can feel his thick release coating my walls as he cums, both of us revelling in the way it feels to have our releases mix together filthily.

Jimin starts to mark up my neck and chest, still buried to the hilt inside me, and it’s only when I get enough energy to swat at him does he cease his ministrations. ‘God, why didn’t we do this before?’ he grins at me, and I roll my eyes. He pulls out of me, coaxing a shiver from me, before moving further down the bed, watching our mixed releases slowly pour out of me. ‘Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,’ Jimin murmurs, fingers collecting up the release and pushing it back into me, filling me back up. He grabs my pants from the foot of the bed and pushes them between my folds, trying to plug our releases inside me. I shudder at the feeling, watching as Jimin gets out of bed, holding out a hand to help me follow suit. ‘How did you even get in?’ I ask, only just remembering the fact that he got in without me letting him in. ‘The key you gave me, two years ago. I kept it with my house and car keys in case of an emergency,’ he tells me. ‘And this was an emergency?’ I ask teasingly, and he nods seriously, before grinning. ‘Right, you need to get ready for tonight, baby girl,’ he says with a smile, reminding me of our dinner date later. ‘I need to have a shower first then,’ I say, and he chuckles, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him, our naked bodies flush against one another. ‘No, princess, you can’t,’ he says, grinning, and I look at him in confusion. ‘Remember your text? You wanted my cum dripping out of you so other people could smell it and now your daddy fucks you well,’ he reminds me, my body shuddering at his words. ‘You’re gonna keep this panties in you until we leave the apartment later so my cum can keep you filled up all nice and then drip down your leg for everyone to see when we go to dinner,’ he smirks at me devilishly, hands roaming over my body, ‘because after all, your wish is my command, princess.’

[sighingsiren-tales]

ZODIAC MEN

So, I haven’t really said it much here but I have been healing from something terrible and this was my way of healing. I love astrology and this is something that I may start permanently in addition to the fan fiction I write here. I hope you enjoy it~Kae

*Note, this is from the perspective of a Leo Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Mercury, Virgo Venus and Rising and Scorpio Mars. (I’m a female) 

ARIES

❌My middle school boyfriend. Ha, you still hit me up and tell me i look cute and how we’re gonna have kids from time to time, maybe even flirt with me here and there. can’t say i don’t like it the attention but that ship sailed long ago. Funny, a definite goofball, popular after his insecurity phase was over. 

❌one of the first guys i fucked in college. lol you were fun, fun as hell. you were always easy going, funny and matched my energy relatively well but you were most definitely a fuckboy (sorry) you just liked pussy and women too much for us to ever work, assuming you even wanted us to work. You still tried to hit on me when i had a boyfriend (who was your roommate) and when you had a girlfriend. Bold as hell and he was h u g e.

❌ah, one of the few of your kind that I actually like on campus. loud personality but actually very timid. always asks me how to seduce people and tells me that I get what i want relatively easy. a ball of insecurities and emotion. learn your value king and get over that. 

TAURUS

❌over emotional man child lmao sorry. you want someone to be your mother and hold your hand and i can honestly say no one has hurt me like you have. too self absorbed, needs reassurance, can’t be himself. drinks and smokes too much. navy dude.

❌one of my self proclaimed brothers. he’s a bit of a hard ass and a commitmentphobe but he has a big heart and truly acts like a second dad haha. i love him as a friend. caring, soft, funny, protective asf (especially of me), won’t let me walk back to my dorm alone. 

❌my little brother. a pain in my ass. acts tough and hard, uses a lot of slang. needs attention and reassurance often. loves hard but can be annoying. told me he cared about me when i ran away. needs a healthier way to show his emotions. we butt heads a lot as kids. stubborn as hell. love you though kid 

❌ahh, this one (he’s a cusp kid, 4/20 hehe blaze it). honestly a super hero. so caring and sweet but also kinky and your handprint is kinda still on my ass. i had a crush on you before you did. honest, respectful, loveeessssss his mom, has a lot of female friends (which makes me a bit jealous). anime buddy. patient, protective, a bit of a temper (it’s kinda hot), the best kind of man. can get me to open up but strengthen me at the same time?? my superman, the only man i don’t mind being vulnerable to. reminds me of an anime character. a warrior with a heart of g

GEMINI

 ❌fun while it lasted and i’m pretty sure i was your flavor of the month and you were mine as well. you were funny, and meshed with my energy well. didn’t last long in bed tho😬 your laugh was contagious. really good dancer. can’t hold a relationship for your LIFE. not good with emotions, a free spirit. kinda wishy washy. didn’t like it when i avoided hanging out. 

❌quiet, had an intimidating presence. everyone thought you were scary but you were funny, logical and very headstrong. strong silent type. always opened up with me but no one else. has a “lone wolf mentality” strongest man i know. made me happy with who i am, gave the best advice. unmovable, easy going. the one i stay with at all family functions. a big chunk of my heart. love you big bro.

CANCER

 ❌absolute trash lmao. always attracted drama and stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. ultimate instigator. i think you just need a diary and a xanax. everyone said you tried to break up me and my (then) boyfriend?? cute but annoying. an acquired taste (and that’s me being nice)

❌my little baby brother. the sweetest thing upon planet earth. always asks me if i’m okay, comes to me when he’s sad and cried when i told him i was leaving for college. tells me he loves my hair and nails and always protects his big sis. always excited to see me. so smart, a damn genius actually. amazing with technology. i love you so much little man.

LEO

 ❌ahh my first love. so caring, tender, sweet but had too many scars and wounds for us to heal together. we made so many mistakes with one another but you were always trying to be my own personal naruto and, for a while, you were. and for those few months you were my everything. kept me going when i wanted to die. kissed my scars all the time. always bought me food. loved to spoil me. had a temper and hid his emotions. put everyone before himself too much. things ended bad and our egos clashed. i hurt you. i’m sorry. the last words we said to each other were good bye and i love you. 

❌someone at college who wants to fuck me lmao. always hugs me really tight, stares me down in a way where i know he’s undressing me mentally. says love is bullshit but wants a happy ending and i know it. also also, you’re not fucking me lmao.

VIRGO

 ❌my summertime coworker. a party animal, mentally resilient and smart as all hell. we fooled around once lmao but it never got far. funny as fuck. never spoke about what he had going on but i know he was hurting. a perfectionist, a scammer. 

❌sweet in a weird kinda of way. always asks if i’m okay. always asks if i need something, always willing to help. trusts me to make my own decisions and encourages me to think for myself and watch my back. hard working, quiet with bit of a hardshell. never lets anything dictate who he is. love you uncle. 

LIBRA

❌my distant friends ex; wishy washy. not very good with commitment. really cute room and good fashion sense. pretty lips; respectful and honest fuck boy. made a move on me once after a party once. pops in and out of my life. 

❌invited me to a gala once. loved the attention of having me on my arm. hated my ex. smoked weed a lot, easy going and soft spoken. never got angry, went along with anything. probably in jail or in some legal trouble right now.

SCORPIO

❌you wanna fuck me. lol i know you do and you’ve made it clear as the only thing you want me for. came up to my room and tried to barge in after i told you not to. kinda creepy. quiet. doesn’t say much. always seemingly where i am. in my same major, soooo tall, soft spoke voice. 

❌oh boy. obsessive. possessive, jealous. we were good friends. then you fell in love with me. i didn’t think of you that way. you told me it was okay and then began to blow up my phone with messages, text my friends to ask where i was and blow up on me when i said we needed space and cursed me out. safe to say we don’t talk anymore. when i blocked you, you emailed me an apology and asked my friend to tell me you’re sorry and give me your letter. overthinks a lot. always needs to be in the know and/or control. consuming. reallll timid and unconfident. weed addict. total beta male.

❌you’re sexy. i’ll give you that. and you’re smart. you pop and out of my life. easy going. sweet. quiet, distant and a little annoying with your wishy washyness. i took your virginity 😬 lmao yikes. always around a group of females. nice hair, always played in mine. really funny and the times where you matched my energy it was magic. 

SAGITTARIUS

❌lol uh i knew you in high school. went to harvard. super super attractive, very competitive and very funny. had a pretty chill vibe. i wanted to kiss you. had perfect teeth, the valedictorian of the class before me. 

❌a hardass, lol. sees things like they’re black and white. has a funny side, hilariousssss but in a mean kind of way. doesn’t show much emotions but you know he cares. blunt. caring in his own way. took me to get my first tattoo. affectionate in a awkward pat back type of way. when he sees me sad, he helps best he can although that’s not always in the best of ways. helped me get through my grammy’s death. my dad. 

CAPRICORN

 ❌ah the fwb that turned into my boyfriend. we should’ve never happened. i care for you but a relationship was a bad idea. we started based off sex. was fucking a lot of girls when when with me (9 of them lmao yikes 😬) aloof, funny, dorky, another anime buddy. thinks he knows everything, thinks he’s a god (literally), an emotional baby when it comes down to it. made me his reason and told me he loved me. i regret telling you i loved you too. gas s god complex and wants things to come to him with minimal effort. 

❌ahh, you always had a thing for me. you and everyone else told me. held my umbrella for me while we walked in the rain. told me i was perfect, always promised that you’d marry me. pop in my life from time to time. down with anything. 

AQUARIUS

❌ ahhh the forbidden fruit. distant, friendly, charming, a liar. very sexual, always complimented me and once told me he loved me(yikes). really cute, made me feel special, has been trying to get me for yrs. not sure if it’s just sex or if it��s more but not giving myself the chance to be hurt and find out. sometimes i wonder what we could’ve been but the drama attached to your back makes me think otherwise. i still think of you from time to time. great kisser. 

PISCES 

❌my self proclaimed older brother. really knowledgeable, wise, sweet, loves his girlfriend with all his heart. encourages me to open up. supports me the best way i need, not always want lol. funny, a meme lord, hilarious in a subtle way. knows he’s that bitch. has almost all female friends but still retains his masculinity perfectly stronger than he lets on. an absolute blessing. helped me learn to love who i was and to be open to living others.

❌a wanna be gangster. lmao wants to fuck me but not happening. a big ball of unsorted through emotions. needs to get over his toxic masculinity but soft, caring. a big ass baby. unfaithful and childish. needs to learn his self worth within himself. daddy issues.

[timelock97]

Love Without A Name

Chapter Three: Cracks in the Sidewalk

Word Count: 3177

Masterlist

Warnings: Language, Angst, slight fluff at the end

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My phone bounces between my hands as I walk around the apartment, going over my mental list on what would be happening today. One thing in particular being that I would finally admit to my family of my future plans of marrying a stranger. Should I tell him? I bite my lip as I look down at my phone. Yeah, I should tell him. I pause my bouncing, only to result in the smart device to crackle to the floor at my feet, an annoyed huff leaving my lips as I scoop it back up and shoot the message to him, doing some last-minute packing of my purse in between messages.

—–

Her

I’m telling my family today.

Him

You nervous?

Her

Extremely, I just want them to be there, it’s important y'know?

Him

Everything will be okay, my love.

Text me when you get home.

I tell my family soon too, headed that way now actually.

I love you, darling.

Her

I love you too.

—–

My chest blooms with admiration. Even though he isn’t physically here, he knows what to say, even if it’s just to reassure me. I stare at the screen, letting out the stale breath from my lungs before locking the door and walking downstairs. The plan to spend the afternoon with my family had been made weeks prior, making it harder to avoid the subject of telling them of the upcoming plans at the end of May. The thought of telling them, and them possibly being excited for the wedding didn’t lessen the nerves forming in at the pit of my stomach.

The subject of relationships had never been an odd one, in fact it had always been invited. My parents had been high school sweethearts, both of them grew up together so when they eventually fell in love, it came easy. Lucas, my eldest brother had met his current girlfriend in college in one of his bullshit classes he needed to graduate. They had been placed together for a project, and he was smitten by her warm smile and witty personality. Mark, the typical middle child, had never been in a stable relationship for more than a few months, and tended to sleep around otherwise, not that it bothered me. However, I knew that this could possibly cause all hell to break loose.

Pulling down the familiar road, I notice Jazz, Lucas’ dog running around the front as I pull in, beeping the horn in warning so the lab wouldn’t run in front of my vehicle and simultaneously announcing my arrival.

Turning off the engine, I shoo the dog to move before jumping out of the front seat. “Move, ya big lug.”

“Jazza, get out of the way.” I look up and smile at Lucas, who shoots me a lopsided grin before pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. “What’s up, baby sis?”

“Eh, enough. A lot of enough.” Lucas pulls away to look at me at arm’s length, eyebrow raised, “Everything is fine, I’ll talk about it later with everyone, no worries.”

“As long as you aren’t dying, I don’t think we have anything to worry about.” He teases, pulling me along with his arm wrapped around my shoulders, squeezing me into his side.

“Yeah, definitely not dying,” I giggle, shaking my head slightly.

Once inside, Lucas calls out with his hands cupped around his mouth, “(Y/N)’s home!” A chorus of voices carry through the hall in greeting as we kick off our shoes and I follow him down the hall into the kitchen.

“C'mere, pipsqueak! Let me hug you!” Mark calls, running around the table, a squeak falling past my lips as I fake left before running into my mom’s awaiting arms. Mark gasps loudly, mock-offended, “Bitch!”

“I’m hugging my Mama first, okay?” I sass back, cuddling into her more.

“I missed you, baby, how’s life?”

“She says she has some news but wants to wait till everyone is here.” Lucas states, grinning at me from his place up on the counter.

She pulls away, holding me at arms length, “News?”

“You finally got laid!” Mark cheers, causing my mom to gasp.

“Mark!”

“You’re nasty, M.” I laugh, moving to punch him in the shoulder. “Seriously, why would I share that anyways?”

“Don’t know, because you haven’t had a boyfriend since high school? You’d be less stressed-”

“If we talk about your sex life again, you will leave, Mark.” A booming voice calls from the living room, a small shuffling of steps revealing my dad, who smiles at me before opening his arms. “How’s my little girl?”

“I’m good, Dad.”

“Well, now we are only waiting for Quinn then we can eat!” Lucas yells, pumping his fists into the air, a small ring of laughter echoing around the room. Man, it was good to be home.

The afternoon went on loudly, everyone talking about anything and everything. In the midst of everything, no one has noticed the ring nestled on my ring finger, except Quinn. She raises an eye at me and I just shrug at her, hoping she’ll let it go.

Once the six of us make our way into the living room to continue our conversations, Lucas locks eyes with me before waving his arms out in front of himself.

“Wait! Before we forget. Didn’t you want to talk to us about something, sis?”

“What’s on your mind, pipsqueak?” Mark laughs, leaning back into the couch.

I run my hand through my hair. “Uh, it’s a bit of a lot to digest-”

“Jesus, (Y/N), it sounds like your about to tell us you killed someone-”

“Or are pregnant.” Lucas throws a pillow at Mark who just catches it and laughs, “What, it does!”

“Boys, let her speak.” Quinn states, looking at them in annoyance.

“No, I didn’t kill anyone, and no I am not pregnant.” I roll my eyes, but continue to look at the floor. “You all know that I had been going on dates for a while last year, like, a lot.” My eyes scan the room slowly, lips tugging up at the thought of him joining in on the shenanigans that happens all the time here, “I actually met someone-”

“That’s amazing, baby!” My mom cheers, moving to sit next to me, “When will we get to meet him?”

“Uh, very soon. But there is a bit of a catch-”

“What’s he look like? I hope he doesn’t look like a douche-”

“You seriously are judging on looks, fuckboy?” Lucas cackles, making his girlfriend roll her eyes and Mark gasp.

“I just want pipsqueak to be with someone who treats her right!”

“He does, Mark. He’s the absolute sweetest. And to answer your question, I uh, actually don’t know what he looks like.”

“How do you not know what he looks like?” My dad states, looking at me in confusion.

“I’m getting there, I stopped using tinder and the other apps and tried a new trend. It’s this company called Heart Haven-”

Quinn’s face lights up, “Oh, I recognize that name. My friend Katie met her fiancé there.”

“Baby, you said that there was a catch, what is the catch of us meeting your boyfriend?” My mom takes my hand in hers, it’s when she finally notices the ring, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“The catch is that you’ll meet him at our wedding.” As the words fall past my lips, the tension in the room shifts. It goes from happy and light to suffocating. The lengthy speech that I had rehearsed in front of the bathroom mirror falls flat as Mark speaks up.

“I’m sorry,” his hand moves to his ear, lightly smacking the side if his head like he’d do when we were kids to get the water out of his ears. “I think I must have something in my ear. Did you say we would meet him at your wedding?” Mark states, itching the inside of his ear to give it more emphasis. “Because I think I heard-”

“Mark, you didn’t hear me wrong.”

“You’re getting married?”

“Is there a damn echo, yes I am getting married!” I yell, shaking my head gently. “Let me explain, yeah? So, I met him a little over a year ago. We have been talking and, he is absolutely amazing. I really like him, hell at this point I know I love him. But the reason we are getting married is because he lives in another country and dating long distance when we don’t even know each other’s names is kinda hard-”

“You don’t even know his name and you’re marrying him! (Y/N), what are you thinking?!” Mark yells, my name falling from his tongue almost in insult.

“I’m thinking that I am sick and tired of the initial hustle bustle of everything dating is these days, and this guy wants to be with me. We both just want to get started being together-”

“You can still be together and not get married, sis.” Lucas says, but he won’t look meet my eyes.

“Heart Haven doesn’t allow their clients to speak personally with the other clients in case something doesn’t work out, right?” Quinn states, the only one in the group meeting my gaze.

I nod, “Its policy, and with the way Heart Haven goes about us talking is for us to judge them by who they are and not what they look like. Marriage wasn’t a part of the plan, well not right away at least. But, doing it this way is just easier-”

“Easier, (Y/N), this is fucking childish! No, irresponsible!” Mark yells, standing from his place to my right to pace the small space of the living room. “This isn’t love!”

“How would you know, Mark? You never stop to smell the damn roses when it comes to girls!”

“You’re getting married to a total stranger!”

“He isn’t a stranger-”

“What is his name?”

“I don’t-”

“What’s his job-”

“Mark-

"And you don’t know what he looks like. (Y/N), this is a mistake-”

“A mistake!” I get to my feet, staring daggers into Mark’s eyes, “I’m being as serious as a heart attack, I want to be with him, and he wants to be with me. I can imagine the whole thing: getting married, having kids, growing old together.” I pause to run a hand over my face. “I want my family, who has always supported me to be there to share in my special day.” The room falls silent. I begin looking desperately around the room. My eyes fall on my dad, who has remained silent. “Daddy?”

I watch as he opens and closes his mouth. Finally, he shakes his head, “I can’t.” My heart shatters. “I cannot give my blessing to a man who I don’t know will take care of my only daughter.”

My mom grabs my hand, holding it tightly. “Baby, can we just talk about this? Marriage is a huge step-”

“You think I don’t know that! I am terrified-”

Mark groans, “Then why in God’s name are you-”

“I want this!” I yell, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. “I want to be with him, I love him-”

“You don’t know what love is.” Whiplashed, I spin around and look at Lucas, he has his hand on Quinn’s knee. “All you know is what you think is love, from what you have read and what you felt from your high school experience. This isn’t love,” he lets out a humorless chuckle, “you’re desperate.”

I whimper, “I am not desperate-”

“Then why are your rushing into marriage?”

“Because I am tired of waiting,” I let out a wet laugh, “because we want to, because I want him-”

“Then date-”

“We are-” I argue.

“You’re not. You’re acting like irresponsible children who think you’re adults.”

“I am a fucking adult! I go to work, I pay my taxes, I own my own damn apartment. We aren’t rushing anything. We are fucking planning-”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I can’t support it either.” Lucas shakes his head. “I won’t, because in the end we will tell you ‘we told you so’ when you come home broken hearted.”

I stare at him, the boy who would always make sure I was safe. The same one who held me after my first heartbreak and told me that boys were stupid, and that my last boyfriend had lost the best thing he would ever have, was looking at me like I was a stranger. My eyes scan the room, no one else daring to meet my gaze. “You won’t watch your little sister, walk down the aisle?” Lucas’ face remains the same, hard and void of any emotion. He shakes his head. I glance at Mark, who won’t even look at me. A small sniffle shakes me body as I turn and look at my father who hasn’t moved from his chair, “Won’t walk your little girl down the aisle, give me away?” He won’t meet my eyes, another hiccup leaving my lips as tears begin to stream down my face. My eyes fall lastly on my mom, who looks like all she wants to do is hold me, but she makes no moves to do so. “Won’t tell me I look beautiful in my wedding dress?” That gets a reaction from her, tears fall down her face as she bites her lip to keep herself from sobbing. My hands move to wipe my eyes forcefully. I turn to walk out if the room, only to be caught by the arm.

“You’re making a mistake” Mark whispers.

“The only mistake I made was believing that my family, who have always supported my discussions, would support me in getting married to someone who loves me-”

“He doesn’t love you-” The sound of skin connecting to skin rips a gasp from my mother, her hand covering her face as I bring my hand back down to my side, glaring daggers into Mark. No one dares to move as Mark’s eyes fall wide at the action, slowly remeeting my gaze from where his face had fallen when I slapped him.

“You don’t get to say that to someone you’ve never met-” I growl.

“You have never met him, so I sure as hell can.” He growls back.

The air in the room remains still. I turn back toward the kitchen, gathering my things before my feet continue moving back to the front of the house. I yank my boots back on, grab my coat and sling it over my arm. There felt like no point putting it on with how hot my blood had become. I trudge back out into the winter weather, fresh snow falling and burning against my skin as it lands until I am standing before my car, yanking the door open before climbing inside. I sit in silence for a minute, my mind whispering back insult after insult. Maybe they’re right?

I shake my head before putting the keys in the ignition, only glancing up to see Quinn walking out to my car, slowly. She knows I’ve seen her, giving me a small, but sad smile as she approaches the window. I roll it down, but only just enough, “Quinn-”

“I understand what you are doing, and I know that they are upset. They love you, (Y/N). I know it will take some time, but they will come around eventually.” Quinn smiles softly before taking a step back. “Text me when you get home, and if you need anything, feel free to call.”

I give her a short nod, before rolling up the window. My hands gripping the steering wheel tightly before I place my car into reverse, backing out of the driveway, leaving a place of love and acceptance from my childhood behind me.

My feet drag down the hallway back to my apartment door, breathing in and out of my mouth due to my nose being plugged. All I wanted to do was curl up on my couch with Phoebe and pretend I didn’t exist for the next few days. No, I just wanted him to hold me and tell me everything would be okay.

Once I get the door open, Phoebe scampers over, meowing and purring all the way. I scoop her into my arms, abandoning my coat and purse on the floor to take her to the couch. She snuggles on top of me, purring loudly against my chest as sobs shake my entire body.

I hadn’t realized I had fallen asleep until a buzzing in my back pocket pulls me out of it. I slowly roll to my side, Phoebe just holding onto my shirt as to not slide off the couch. My eyes land on the screen, silent tears still falling down my face.

—–

Him

Hey, love.

How did explaining to your family go?

Her

To absolute shit.

Him

What happened, lovey?

Her

They don’t approve.

They were so excited when I stated that I found someone who loves me.

But as soon as I told them we were getting married; everything went to shit.

Him

I am so sorry, love.

Her

It’s not your fault

I just didn’t think it would be that bad

Him

Maybe if we had done this differently, they wouldn’t have reacted so badly.

This is my fault

Her

This is NOT your fault. They are just scared for me.

If we had done something different, we may have never met.

I want this, I want you.

Him

I want you too, love.

My family wasn’t very open-minded about it either.

I gave my explanation, and I would say exactly what, but I know this damn phone will block it out. I told them the truth, I told them that maybe I was insane, but I loved a girl from another country, who I had no clue what she looked like, or sounded like. But I was going to marry her whether they were there or not.

They looked at me and told me simply they weren’t happy, but they would try and be happy for me.

Her

I wish that would have been how it ended on my end.

Him

I’ll talk to Todd when I have my next appointment

Maybe I should go pay your family a visit. 😎😎

—–

A laugh falls past my lips as I sit up to get a better look at the screen.

—–

Her

My brothers might beat you up

Him

I can hold my own. But if it gets it through to them that I want to be with you, I will.

I love you, darling.

By the end of May you’ll be my wife, and I’ll be able to prove to you that I want this.

Only a few more months, love.

—–

I wipe away the tears from off my cheeks, smiling at the phone. This is not a mistake, he loves you, you love him. If your family didn’t approve, then so be it. “Only a few more months,” you mumble, texting him back an echo.

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Chapter Four 

[isitstraightvodka]

Talk To Me

Summary: Roger Taylor is shown to be a womanizer, a playboy, the one who takes a girl home after every show, the one all the fans drool over but to him, there's only one girl he desires and all he wants to do is get to know her, but will she take a chance on him?

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader or Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader, whichever you prefer :)

A/N: Finally I'm posting an imagine!! It's been so long so I'm not confident at all, I'm really nervous about this, I put a lot of hard work and time into writing this piece, I have spent days and nights rewriting, editing and deleting until I ended up with something I'm happy with. I've never written in this fandom before so this is completely new territory for me, I really hope you guys like it. And thank you to @axhillxs and @ghostxmonument for encouraging me to pursue with this so here I am, diving into the deep end, happy reading and please let me know what you think! I will post Part 2 if this gets notes and I get feedback xx

PART 1:

He spotted her in the crowd again, closer to the bar than the stage, a drink in her hand and her hair falling over her pale shoulders. Sweat beaded on his skin, his blonde locks sticking to his neck under the hot lights, keeping his eyes locked to her as cheers erupted when the band walked out onto the stage. Freddie raised his arms in the air and grinned, John waved shyly after he slung his bass over his shoulder, Brian bowed his head and smiled as everyone rushed closer, in awe of them, while Roger sat behind his drumkit, twirling the sticks in his hands. His eyes hadn't left her nor had she moved, her lips resting on the rim of her glass as she turned to face the stage, and that's when she caught him staring.

There was a pregnant pause as they kept eye-contact, she looked a little frazzled so he flashed her a sly grin, all the girls screamed, thinking Roger had smiled at them, they didn't realise he was eyeing the dark beauty at the bar. She blushed furiously and downed her drink almost instantly, turning around to order another drink, her back to the stage. Roger's smile faded, he didn't know why she was so shy when she was a regular here, she seemed to be embarrassed and he wished to know why but Freddie's voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Good evening, you beautiful people! Let's have a good fucking time tonight, alright?"

The crowd screamed in delight as the opening riff from Brian's guitar echoed out of the amps, followed by Roger banging the snare drum with Freddie already bounding around to the beat, his sparkled costume absolutely ludicrous but he managed to pull it off effortlessly. Roger scanned the bar again throughout the first few songs, happy to see that she hadn't left, resting against a single stool with another drink clasped in her naked hand. He smiled when her eyes moved to his another time but this time, she didn't look away, her gaze was almost painful, it was strong and intense, and he loved it. The way her mouth rested on the glass did something to him, the hood of her eyelashes making him sweat more than usual, he had to gulp when she winked at him and sunk her teeth into her lower lip, raising her glass towards him as the song ended, the echo of all the instruments and Freddie's fading vocals drowned out by the applause and cheers from the crowd.

For the first time in weeks, Roger couldn't wait to leave the stage. Usually, he loved being up there, performing to devoted fans and smirking at the girls in the front row, he enjoyed the luxury of being a rockstar but tonight, he had grown tired of waiting; he wanted to know about the mystery girl who came to every show, he needed to find out who she was. When the set came to an end, Roger raised his sticks in the air and rushed off the stage faster than the others, the screams falling on deaf ears as he ran his hands through his hair, bursting into his dressing room. Right when the door was about to close, it was opened and Brian popped inside, his guitar strap over his shoulder.

"You OK, Rog? You just ran off."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a drink."

"Or a shag."

Brian's reply was curt, the long-legged man grinned when Roger shot him a glare. He wasn't lying, he got laid after almost every show, girls practically threw themselves onto him and he took home whichever one he found the most attractive. But tonight was a completely different story.

"Shut up, Brian. I'm all hot and bothered, I need some booze."

Brian didn't reply and left the room, yet the door was still open. Roger wondered if he should change his shirt from the flimsy gold vest he was wearing, exposing his chest which was adorned with more than one necklace, he didn't want to be too forward with her. He caught sight of his other clothes on the rack before deciding against it, Fuck it, I'm ready.

**

He made his way back out to the bar and sure enough, at least half a dozen girls tripped over themselves trying to get to him, hands splayed on his chest and arms, sultry smiles and drunken giggles. On any other night, he would've had his tongue down one of their throats within seconds but on this occasion, he pulled away from them and walked to where he last saw her, leaving the girls disappointed.

His eyes were blessed when he caught sight of her a mere few feet away, her back to him once again, which allowed him to take in her outfit. Dark stockings hugged her legs, the black dress clung to her body like a second skin, a lace pattern from her neck down to her waist, her dark curls cascading down her back, a gorgeous contrast to her fair skin. He was almost at a loss for words and she hadn't even turned around yet, he stood up straight and walked over to her, his lips pressed against her hair.

"Hey, love."

She flinched and spun around so quickly that her drink splashed all over his naked chest, liquid dripping down his skin. Her eyes widened, her hands trembling as she panicked, looking for something to clean him up with.

"God I'm so sorry! You scared me, I'm sorry."

Her voice was smooth like velvet, it was like ecstasy, Roger had never heard a voice as beautiful as hers. He shook his head and laughed, wiping away the alcoholic drink and shaking his hands down onto the floor.

"It's alright, love, at least I'm not wearing anything for you to ruin."

Her cheeks flushed bright pink, her eyes still wide as she bit her lip, it was even more attractive up close. Roger smirked and turned to the bartender, gesturing to her with his hand.

"Another vodka for the lady."

"How do you know my order?" She asked as the bartender went off to make the drink. Roger gestured to his chest then sucked the liquid off a couple of his fingers, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Tastes like vodka to me."

Her breath hitched at the sight of his lips wrapped his slender fingers, her deep green eyes following the curve of his jaw when he speaks and he noticed, the smirk only growing on his face. A shot of vodka slid down the bar, Roger handed it to her before ordering one for himself, he rested his bare arms on the wood as he took in her innocent yet insanely gorgeous face, downing the vodka in one go.

"I've seen you here quite often."

"R-really?" She coughed out her response.

"Almost every show, you're here by the bar, but you've never come up to say hello."

The bartender returned with his shot and Roger threw it back, the liquid burning his throat, placing the glass back down as the dark-haired woman sat down on one of the stools, her hands resting on the bar.

"I never thought of it, and even if I did, I would never get the chance to, all the girls jump on you like you're a piece of meat."

"Comes with this lifestyle, love." Roger said, shrugging his shoulders before ordering another shot.

"Do you enjoy it?"

Her question took him aback for a moment, the look on her face was serious, almost worried. He rolled his shoulders back, the necklaces swaying with his every movement, it was hard for her to keep her eyes on his face instead of his body. It was insane how good he looked, she was not surprised at the attention he got, he was cute and had those baby blue eyes that practically screamed fuckboy, of course she wanted to sleep with him but she didn't want to come off as just another one of those girls who had no morals, who came to the shows for Roger to take them home.

"I never ask for it, it's always been a thing since the beginning, but you're asking if I enjoy it and to be honest with you, I do, I like the attention."

She looked over his shoulder and saw a group of girls eyeing her with malice, their expressions were poisonous, they looked jealous. She swallowed the lump in her throat as Roger downed his second shot, he caught sight of what she was looking at and barely gave the other girls so much as a smile.

"They don't look too happy."

"No, they look like they want to rip me apart!"

Roger chuckled and reached over to touch her knee, his thumb rubbing over her stocking. His touch was an electrifying moment, something crackled over her fragile heart, her breathing stopped for a moment as her eyes met his.

"Well I'm sitting here with you, aren't I? No need to worry about them."

She smiled at his sweetness, a smile he returned, one that made her stomach flip in a way she'd never experienced before. With his hand still on her knee, she ordered two more shots, handing one to Roger as she threw the other one back, she didn't care how many she had drunk, she had lost count too long ago. Roger eyed her curiously, watching her tongue slide over her full lips, tasting the remnants of the shot, then she pulled a cigarette out of her purse, lighting it quickly and taking a drag, the smoke wafting around her face. She remembered her manners and offered him a drag, he took the cigarette from her and slipped it in between his lips, sighing in relief at the addiction of nicotine. He handed it back as she took another drag, his fingers brushing over his mouth, eyes turning dark now.

"What's your name, love?"

"It's (Y/N)."

Beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Roger stood up and held out his hand, lips pursed in the smallest of smiles, she looked from his face to his hand and shifted to the side, shaking her head.

"I'm not going to be a good fuck for you and that's it. Just because I gave you my name, you want me in your bed?"

"Never said that, love. If all I wanted was sex, we would be kissing by now."

She took a moment to realise what he just said was the truth. She knew he would've had his hands all over her, tongue in her mouth and telling her how much he wanted to fuck her, how sexy she looked in her little black number. She started to see a more gentler softer side to him, one she never expected in the slightest after watching him leave the bar with a different girl after every show. She sighed and put out her cigarette in the ashtray, placing her heeled feet on the floor and slipping her hand into his larger one. His skin was soft and warm, she felt at ease and let him lead her to the exit, the disgusted looks from the girls burning into her back but she didn't care, all she cared about was Roger being a gentleman for once in his life.

"Wait, what about your band?" She asked, grabbing his arm as he flagged down a taxi.

"They'll phone me in the morning, like they always do."

"They're probably thinking you've taken a drunk horny girl home."

"And we're going to prove them wrong, love."

Or will we not?

**

His apartment wasn't as lavish or big as she thought it would be, considering Queen's success all over the country. Roger dropped his keys on the table and went straight to the fridge to grab a beer, leaving (Y/N) to look around, hugging her arms close to her chest. The leather couch was small, with an equally small tv sitting opposite against the wall, and another drumkit, the sticks placed on the snare. A separate hallway lead to the bedroom and bathroom but she didn't dare look there, she knew not to overstep her boundaries when being in someone else's home.

"So, (Y/N)..."

She heard Roger call her name, she turned to face him, his lanky body leaning against the fridge, the gold fabric leaving nothing to the imagination, blonde hair a mess and his blue eyes calling to her in an unspoken language.

"Yes?"

"Talk to me, love. What do you do in this little town?" He asked as he took a swig of the bottle.

"Oh I'm studying astrophysics at the closest college."

She watched a smile stretch across his face, reaching his eyes as he tried his best not to laugh, afraid she would think he's making fun of her. 

"Something funny?"

"No, (Y/N), it's just...Brian studies the same course, he would love you."

She smiled shyly under her breath, gazing at the floor like it was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. Time seemed to stop in that moment, Roger's gaze locked to her, the way her full lips were curved when she smiled, the way her eyelashes fluttered as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a garnet stone embedded in her lobe, the same colour as her lipstick, the way she shuffled on her heels as her fingers rubbed her bare arms, the way her hair was shaped around her innocent face, boldened by deep make-up but just enough to make her look like a full-course meal. He gulped down his beer again and licked his lips, he couldn't take his eyes off her, he was magnetised.

"So, you're beautiful and smart, huh?"

Her head snapped up as her green eyes grew wide, lips parted as the right corner of Roger's mouth tugged up in a smirk, his chest still warm and sweaty from the heated apartment.

"Oh..."

That's all she could say, leaving her tongue in a tiny squeak. She didn't expect the compliment, it took her by surprise, especially from someone like him. She noticed the way he grinned at the girls at every show, winking at them and biting his lip, his face contorted into something orgasmic, so she didn't pin him for the guy to compliment a woman on her talents.

Roger put the bottle down and stepped over to her, his fingers hesitantly moving in the direction of her arm, her eyes watching his every move, the lump in her throat growing at the promise of his touch. Then the feeling was there again, sparkles crackling over her heart when his fingers brushed over her skin, on the crease of her elbow, his white wristband a contrast to his tanned body. A low whine of delight fell from her lips which didn't help Roger with his lust, it seemed like a whole hour had passed when she finally looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in the light, cheeks flushed beneath the layer of make-up, she looked nervous but that only made him more attracted to her.

(Y/N) was the one to take the next step. She felt the heat radiating off his body, it was intoxicating, it was pulling her in, dangerously close but she couldn't care less if she got burnt. She reached out her hand and laid her palm on his chest, his necklaces cool as they glided over her fingers, she swore she felt his breath hitch from her contact, a grumble from the back of his throat setting her body alight. Curious for more, she slowly moved her hand up to his neck, veins popping out of the skin, slipping her fingers beneath his blonde hair before finding a resting place at the very nape of his neck, the roots of the golden waves. Roger sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, his other hand now on her hip, he hadn't even realised that's what he'd done, he was too occupied on her flushed face. Her lips begged to be devoured by his own, they looked soft and sweet, he ached to know their taste, just as she ached to know what his lips would feel like pressed against hers, rough and passionate, tender and warm. The way he was staring down at her was almost unbearable, it was like he was doing it on purpose for her to react, she told herself she wouldn't give in but she couldn't do it, not with him.

"Fucking kiss me already."

He eyed her curiously, fingers digging into her hip to pull her closer, their noses a few inches apart, his breath on her mouth.

"Thought you didn't want to be like every other girl I take home."

"Changed my mind, now don't make me wait any longer, put that cheeky mouth of yours to good use."

Her snarky response was what did it for him, to know she was serious. Without hesitating a second more, he leaned down and locked his lips to hers.

The sensation was indescribable. Hot, possessive, eager, sweet, loving, perfect; every word under the sun, he instantly groaned into her mouth while her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging his face down to hers, already addicted to the taste of his wet tongue. Now her flavour...it was like nothing Roger had ever tasted before in any girl. Sweet and tangy, it was addicting, he was inebriated from the pressure of her mouth on his, each kiss grew more passionate, more eager, fingers tugging and moans echoing, scratching at each other's skin to be even closer than close. She lost her breath each time his tongue traced her top lip and slipped into her mouth, his breath trembled each time she pulled on his lower lip with her teeth, both his arms now wrapped her waist, chests pressed against each other, her hands buried in his golden locks, hissing into his mouth, completely enraptured with the thought and the taste of him, he was hers tonight and she liked that, she liked that a lot.

"Come here." Roger growled and lifted her up onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist. He could feel her core heating up, it wasn't helping him in any way, he was straining in his pants, aching to fill up every inch of her, he had never wanted to fuck a girl this bad, but this girl had him wrapped around his little finger and he liked that, he liked that a lot.

"Taste me."

Her words remained on his lips when he pulled away, blue eyes dark with lust, his fingers brushing over her hipbones. His tongue swept over his lips, glancing down before drowning in her emerald eyes once again.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Roger, please. Your tongue's been in my mouth, now I want it in me."

Her desperate tone only turned him on more. He moved his hand down to her thighs and pushed her dress up so he could pull her stockings off, she shivered from the touch of his fingers on her bare skin, her hands still in his hair, watching what he was doing. Roger grinned before bending down, hooking his thumbs into her lace panties.

"Your wish is my command, love."

[vaguely-concerned]

I’m back! Temeraire Let’s Read:Tongues of Serpents

- Tharkay literally shows up at the beginning of the second sentence; STRONG start, I highly approve, great improvement on every level

fsdafhsadkjlfh cooly tossing tables and throwing people’s drinks in their faces in the bar brawl fkjsdhfksdalfhasdj this ain’t his first rodeo huh

- these dumbasses having to clean up from the bar brawl before going home so their dragons don’t go out there and demand to have a word with the dudes who bullied their lil boys... oh my  g o d 

- “it was true, if one wished to be very particular about such things, that laurence was a convicted felon”  t e m e r a i r e... ~*technicality schmechnicality*~ it was barely treason at all really  

also temeraire being in super protective mother hen/older brother mode over the eggs is perfect  

- Jane Rolands bluff, jovial letter writing is Everything

- “Have Temeraire throw him overboard,” Tharkay had suggested laconically, when Laurence had escaped to his quarters for a little relief and some piquet . . . “He can fish him out again later,” he added, as an afterthought.

A VISIONARY. An unmitigated joy. “Have Temeraire throw him overboard”. He says what we’re all thinking. 

- AAAAAAAAH MUTUAL FIRST NAME BASIS!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL WTF HAVE THEY BEEN DOING ON THIS TRIP TELL ME IN DETAIL WHEN THE SWITCH HAPPENED PLEASE (also I really like that the first instance we see is “But Tenzing, I cannot trust myself” b/c that was literally the whole point of that scene in VoE. laurence... yes you can. tfw your crush is the goodiest of twoshoes and can barely move for it and doesn’t even knoooow)

- y’know if Laurence could get over this thought that asking a direct question to a friend is just ~*intolerably rude*~ he could get so much shit done 

(I guess tharkay, clearly a follower of the rosa diaz school of ‘no one is ever going to know shit about me’, is like fuck yeah I’ve struck gold with this one)

- “So spake the pot” oh I do love Actually Pretty Chill Dad William Laurence finally letting the snark out more frequently, it suits him very much (I guess his main claims to fame in a lot of circles is a) treason and b) spoiling his dragon rotten)

- rankin’s name is mentioned and everyone’s like HIIISSSSSSSS and RIGHTLY SO FUCK THAT GUY JUSTICE FOR LEVITAS

- temeraire is talking to the egg about consent and saying he’ll make sure it won’t have to do anything it doesn’t want to fjklsadhfkaslhfsd my heart

- lol lol lol weeeell in hindsight who could’ve guessed captain and second in command of the dragon pirates would have a materialistic superficial kid huh

- . . . Granby said, with a look half affection and half exasperation oh granby baby still carrying that torch huh

- lol lol lol just the implication of sara maden and laurence silently tops up his drink and he’s like ‘cheers’ and they’re both quiet for a moment flskdfs 

if you think about it that must’ve been such a wild day in his life tho -- like first  Laurence furiously fires him for being gone at a crucial moment and then immediately unfires him when it turns out he’s been chasing a lead and being the only goddamn person really working on solving all their problems (as is his wont), then he finds out his ex is getting married and steadfastly pretends it doesn’t even bother him, lol what are feelings I heard only losers have them (extremely relatable -- I guess he must have known it was in the cards though, because he specifically tells Laurence at the beginning he didn’t intend to go back to Istanbul, so it’s been over for a while?) then they go on a life and death chase through the sewers, and THEN, before he knows it, after half a book of being kind of a mistrustful dick to him, Laurence does a 180° and is there offering eternal friendship with big soulful eyes after seeing him get upset one time and y’know I guess I see why that got to him lol 

- aw man I know it’s never going to happen but I am getting sort of wistful and teary-eyed over this pirate (cough cough I mean legally sanctioned privateer of course) AU that’s going entirely to waste

here are some tags I left on this superb piece of fanart: #I just got to the part where tharkay makes the suggestion and like... I know it's not happening #but what a shimmering tender mother of pearl dream to carry in one's heart lol #just a lil pirate family out there wrecking shit #temeraire would get wind of what the east india company actually does and they'd inevitably turn against them and fuck 'em up... *sigh* #fix it fic: the boys kiss and the east india company is stopped from committing further atrocities! all is well

so that’s basically my position on that

- “I’m sure there’s nothing too dangerous out there, in the fucking untamed Australian wilderness,” Temeraire said, tempting fate to a frankly anxiety-inducing extent 

- hell yeah demane is the only one with presence of mind to actually find some food; you go buddy <3

- my boy tharkay slinking off in the middle of the night without telling anyone and solving everyone’s problems... *dabs at eyes* just like old times

- oh wow rankin really is just a piece of shit in every way huh

- fhasdklhfsadfsad temeraire being like ‘I know tharkay is a strong independent human who is perfectly capable of making his own decisions and don’t need no dragon... but also he’s clearly one of my humans tho why is he riding on another dragon :(’ THE CUTEST SHIT

- temeraire silently dissing his dad over refusing to believe in ghosts ~*except*~ for the holy spirit adslfhaskjdlhfs

- demane taking in the strange little hatchling... im crey... he truly hits me straight in the heart every time

also laurence steadfastly Doing The Right Thing and following his convictions is so deeply healing after all that bullshit he went through in the last book... makes me feel all safe and calm inside haha

- actually when you think about it it’s so fucked up that they apparently just straight up murder dragons with birth defects in england as a matter of course b/c like. dragons come out of the egg fully sentient and capable of understanding what’s being said around them. kulingile literally understood every word they were saying as they discussed whether or not they should be KILLING HIM.  j e s u s  thank god for demane and laurence’s stubborn insistence on being good

- temeraire going straight from mother hen to extremely impatient and jealous older brother the moment an egg hatches never gets old. all these dumb little babies just complaining and stealing his crew ugh (HOW FUCKING CUTE is him deciding kulingile could be a scholar or something tho #dragon rights)

- “I wish,” Temeraire said to Laurence, “I do wish that other dragons were not always thinking me peculiar . . . it makes one doubtful.” BABY BOY NOOOO he’s just so sweet and he’s so secretly scared that laurence might resent him a little after the whole treason business and OW right in the parental heart that fucks me up

- Temeraire’s indignant “Oh!”s always soothe my soul it’s so adorable

- little emily roland yelling “damn you all for cowards!” after a bunch of grown men fleeing while she reloads her gun and takes aim again is incredible poetic cinema (and also demane joining her... I love the bond they’ve got going on in the background here)

- aw poor sipho :( at least he still has temeraire to nerd out with and stuff but that’s some difficult shit to process for a kid

kulingile bobbing around tethered to temeraire like a small balloon at a fair is such an image, what a blessing, temeraire’s exasperated brand of babysitting is so funny

- laurence being a Dad to the kids in his crew... mana from heaven

- YESSS they crossed the endless miles of DEADLY AUSTRALIAN WILDERNESS so laurence could be MORTIFIED as the emperor’s adopted son at a party this is the content I am here for

- hell yeah let’s play a round of pimp my captain!!!!!!!!!!

“And,” Laurence said. “And you are certain that this should be appropriate for the occasion; not, perhaps, excessive?” I can’t  b r e a t h e  he can’t even say shit because his dragon boi is so happy fsaldfjsldhfasjlh and then granby making fond fun of him what a beautiful cherry on top of this sweet sweet laurence being embarrassed sundae 

- william ‘I’m here to kick ass and describe menswear in fastidious detail and I’ve already kicked my own ass twice today’ laurence strikes again

- this description of the dragons sitting around squabbling as they watch shiny sparkly things is the most endearing few pages in modern literature do not @ me

- it’s kind of fucked up that the emperor of china is giving laurence more of the sort of warmth and validation a father should than his actual dad ever did lol. u did good curing the dragon plague, weird european adopted son I am proud of you

- every time temeraire is really upset about something my soul suffers a small wound

thank god he doesn’t actually know what opium is really used for most of the time yet (also I am obligated to divulge that I am entirely charmed by tharkay’s sardonic yet clear eyed cynicism on the issue, I cannot be anything but what I am and he hasn’t had enough proper page time in this half of the book so I will take what I can get)  

- ...I kind of just realized that I imagine the sea serpents basically as long-ass gyaradoses... OH NO

I will say I respect the ‘give no fucks’ vibe they give off -- it’s a real ‘we’re here to eat fish & party and if you try to get in our way we’re gonna have you as a snack’ mood and I cannot fault them for it

- iskierka is such a fuckboi it’s glorious 

- nOOOOOO tharkay is leaving again fuck ;_______; is his life just an endless procession of semi-unwillingly having to go back to istanbul again these days 

Temeraire did not see why Tharkay should have to go so far, only to deliver news; and particularly when he did not seem as though he wished to go, very much. DDDDDDDD: THIS SUCKS you know that when a) he’s letting it show and b) temeraire notices it that he is dragging his heels big time over this lol

‘there can be very little to call you back to this part of the world any time soon’ LAURENCE YOU 24 KARAT IDIOT YOU ARE HERE HE CAME TO AUSTRALIA FOR YOU ALREADY WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

all that said whenever I see a ‘Tenzing’ on the page my heart does a happy little dance. ah well now let’s settle in and wait for what horrible catastrophe will happen now that tharkay is gone... come back soon buddy

- ooooooooooooh that is so good, using the last chapter + epilogue to show how the... idk moral wound I guess laurence received victory of eagles has finally healed, that’s so reassuring. he just wants to do good things for good causes and can’t be badgered, cajoled, threatened or convinced to do anything less anymore and it’s all so sweet and well earned. that’s some good development through this book too, from ‘tenzing I cannot trust myself’ to this. excellent stuff

- while I did quite enjoy this book for the character moments it is incredibly weirdly structured? like the beginning drags a bit with the quite uninteresting colony politics and stuff but then they’re finally travelling and then... nothing really happens plot wise before the sea serpents freak the fuck out at the end there lol. I’m mostly a character-oriented reader tho so I’m pretty fine with it.

ETA: actually now that I think about it I’d say that my biggest gripe with this book is that it doesn’t engage at all with the perspective of the native australian people? even though one of the dragons settles down with one group? god knows it’s not like there was no time to dive into it, considering all that time spent in the fucking wilderness lol

we’re going to the inca empire next tho apparently fuck YEAH!!! that’s such an underexplored and extremely interesting part of history, my body is Ready

[wtfdavidsvlogs]

Isn’t it Lovely(D.D) Chapter 3

Warnings: floofy😋 couple swears here and there

Requested: See chapter 1

Plot: the reader and David meet and fall in love with each other instantly. One giant emotional roller coaster this is.

Chapter 1 2

Gif by: @vlogsquadfanatic

I literally could not wait another minute. My legs were hurting from bobbing them up and down. My finger nails had started to go back into my fingers from tapping them on my phone nervously. I laid my head back and turned to the left. The clock read 3:17PM. I groaned into a pillow and laid down. Seconds go by, minutes, an hour, three, and I can finally start getting ready. I applied a natural eye look and did my hair in a long side braid. Some pieces pulled to shape my face. I was going to an Italian restaurant with him so I wanted to be fancy. I started looking through my wardrobe. Now that I look at it, everything in here looks disgusting. I scoff and scuffle through all of the ugly clothing that I had to choose from. I yell out loud.

“LEEEEXXXXIIIIII!” I scream.

“WHAAT!” She yells back angrily.

“GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND HELP ME PICK OUT WHAT TO WEAR!” I yell with the same amount of annoyance. She groans and her stomps start to grow louder and closer to my room. She opens the door and she walks in a bit more amped because of the circumstance. She looks at everything and she inpects closely. She would occasionally shake her head or turn it to the side for a maybe. Until she got to a dress. She took it out of my closet and held it up to my body. She smiled and nodded slowly. (this is the dress. obvi)

“Thank you.” I smiled and hugged her. She hugged me back.

“No problem, hun.” She patted me and left my room. Leaving me to my own devices. I start to strip myself of the days clothing and I slipped on the stunning 50’s style red dress that Lexi picked out for me. I have always loved the poodle skirt 50’s vibe. So I got this dress because of it. I have just never had the correct occasion to show it off. I finally do now. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I love the way I look. Will he?

I slipped into a pair of black heels and stepped out of my room. I see Lexi sitting on the couch watching something on her phone. I walk further towards her as she hears my footsteps she looks up. She drops her phone brings her hands to her face.

“Girl you look stunning!” She said pulling on her hair. She looked so amazed by me. I blush and look down giggling slightly.

“Dude he is going to go bat shit crazy over you!” She whisper yells. I laugh and smile wide. I pick up my phone and the time reads 6:55. I tell Lexi that it’s time and I walk towards the door grabbing my keys and purse. I hang the strap over my shoulder and the bag hangs at my hip. I walk out the front door and over to David’s apartment. I raise my hand to knock but hesitate slightly before tapping my knuckle three times on the hollow wooden door. I can hear laughing and shushing. Someone’s footsteps come closer to the door at a fast pace. The door swings open violently I look inside to see about 10 people sitting on a couch and a strange white guy with a dew rag on his head. I laugh and walk inside slowly. The man closes the door and guides me inside. There were 4 girls and 6 guys there not including David who wasn’t here. A girl with bright red hair, a girl with obvious lip injections but still very pretty, a woman that seemed about her thirties with implants everywhere (not a bad thing btw), a short girl with really long curly brown and blonde hair. The guys were the all of the people I saw with David when we first met. One of them had this fuckboy vibe to him, another was a grown man, the one that answered the door, one guy with bright blue hair with dreads, one guy that looked just unbelievably angry at everything, and another with curly brown hair. I stood at the end of the hall looking at this mass of people.

“Hi, I’m Caroline.” I waved and they all stood up smiling and coming over to hug me. The girls calling me adorable the fuck boy calling me hot. I shook a lot of hands and met a lot of people. I laughed and sat down with them.

“So why are you dressed so nice?” Brandon asked me crossing his arms. Not menacingly but probably out of confusion. I realize now they probably have absolutely no clue why I am here.

“Oh, yeah I probably should have said what I am even doing here. I’m going on a date with David.” They all opened their mouths and said oooh collectively. I was surprised as to the fact they all were expecting me.

“Why the sudden realization?” I said confused but laughing.

“You’re the girl he won’t shut up about.” Trisha says. I smile and look down.

“No really ever since the night we all met you for the first time he has not stopped talking about you.” Jason said with his arm around Trisha. I look at him and chuckle. I guess he does feel the way I do. I suddenly hear foot steps behind me and I can hear his voice panicked.

“Is this good? What if it doesn’t match what she’s wearing?...Guys?!” He says. I stand up and turn around. He looks at me dead in the eyes. He is dressed in black. A button up with the top button loose. Black pants and shoes. Black jacket and a splash of color to spice it up. A red tie. Exactly the same color as my dress. I look at him a smile with sugar laced in my gaze. I wanted to kiss him right then and there. I could feel his eyes looking at every part of me not wanting to miss a thing. (GIF)

David Pov

xxxxxx

I step out to see everyone talking to a girl that I can’t see. Dressed in red. I ask.

“Is this good? What if it doesn’t match what she’s wearing?...Guys?!” The girl stands and twirls around making her dress fly in a flowing circle. It was like time a had slowed and I couldn’t see anything but her. Y/N standing in a dress that would make the angels sing. A smile brighter than the sun blesses her face and I smile along with her. She looked at me with this adorablely perfect look in her eyes that I just couldn’t describe. All I wanted to do was kiss her. To feel her. To be with her always.

“Hi” I say with and exasperated sigh of adoration. She giggles. Oh her giggle. It could literally make me cry.

“You look...just...like...” I was stuttering at what to say that didn’t sound so unbelievably creepy.

“So you have rendered this man speechless.” Jason said making Y/N laugh. Along with everyone else. I fake laughed and made a throat cutting signal at him when she turned around. She turned back around and I smiled again.

“You look absolutely, ridiculously beautiful Y/N.” I said to her while looking down into her eyes. I towered over her small body. Maybe by at least 8 inches. It was adorable. She is adorable. Even in heels that were supposed to increase her height made no comparison. She looked up at me with this smile that just makes my heart melt. Every time I see her I notice something even more beautiful about her. I realize that we are now just kind of standing here awkwardly with all of my friends watching us. I snap out of my haze and grab her hands delicately. Her hands were practically half the size of mine.

“Are you ready to go?” I ask her calmly almost a whisper. She nods and grips my hands harder. I walk her to the front door and tell her to wait outside. Claiming ‘I forgot something’. I jog back to everyone.

“If I find out any of you said something rude or offensive to that beautiful woman out there, aka Todd, I’ll kill you.” I say pointing at him. I walk back to her outside and we walk toward my car. It’s just us now.

Thanks for reading chapter 3. Sorry I haven’t been posting very consistently I have been like clinically sick the past couple days but I hope you are all liking this story so far. I’m bringing out my inner shakespeare.❤️🔆