#cause I'm definitely slightly quite a bit tipsy

[666writingcafe]

New Voice Messages (Part Three)

Lucifer

"Hey. I know it's late and you're probably asleep, so you don't have to respond to this right away. I should be asleep, but I keep tossing and turning whenever I try, so I gave up on that hours ago. I'm currently sitting on the rooftop, looking up at the night sky. Well, and recording this message, but that's self-explanatory, I feel. *sighs* Don't mind my rambling. I'm both incredibly tired and slightly tipsy. I finally got around to trying the bottle of Demonus that Diavolo gave us as a housewarming gift, and it's pretty decent. I had a couple glasses of it before coming up here, thinking that it'd help put me to sleep. Obviously, it hasn't, but it was worth trying, I suppose. I at least feel like I can respond to your note without choking on my words or banging my head in frustration. *briefly pauses* Given the way you signed off on it, I'm going to assume that you trust me enough to not abuse your old name. That's also why I'm outside. Less likely to be overheard using it by my brothers. If that's okay with you. If it's not, feel free to tell me off for it the next time we meet. So, MC. *pauses again before lightly singing MC's name* Have I ever told you it's a pretty name? Saying it is comforting somehow. *clears his throat* Sorry. Like I said, I'm a bit drunk."

"Feeling more in control now. Might still ramble a bit, but hopefully not as much as before. *takes a deep breath* The first time I read your note, I ended up crying. Not because you said something wrong, but because it was...sweet? Is that the word I'm looking for? *briefly pauses as a gust of wind gets picked up on the mic* It'll have to do for now, I guess. Anyway...it's interesting how you and Diavolo said more or less the same thing, and yet I'm more inclined to listen to you than I am to him. Perhaps it's the difference in tone? I could definitely tell that he was getting frustrated with me towards the end of our phone call. I know there's a part of him that sees me as a really shiny toy, one that he's quite territorial over. If I were to leave his side, he'd throw a massive fit, I'd imagine, and he might start a war over it. Which is silly. I'm not worth fighting over. *pauses* And yet everyone seems to for some reason. It's like I cause people to lose their minds. I don't know if it's due to the amount of titles and prestige I've had or my physical appearance or something else entirely, but they seem to all go into hysteria after spending any significant amount of time with me. Except for you, MC. You don't care about Lucifer Morningstar, former Lightbringer, Avatar of Pride, yadda yadda yadda. You simply see me as me, if that makes sense. You want to make sure that I'm okay, and you don't expect anything in return. It's a way of repaying back the kindness bestowed upon you in your situation, I suppose. And it'd be cruel of me to ignore all of that and still plunge to my death. So I'm staying. *pauses* You're right. This does feel weird. You better make good on your promise, MC, or I may end up changing my mind again. *chuckles* Don't take that last part too seriously. I'm merely messing with you a bit."

"You know, I wonder what my brothers are thinking about this...offer being made to us. I already know Mammon and Beel would stay, and Belphie's going to do whatever Beel does, but I'm not sure about Levi and Asmo. I mean, you were there when Asmo was yelling at me about leaving the Celestial Realm. Do you think he's eagerly packing his bags as we speak, or--"

A Few Hours Later

"Sorry about the abrupt ending of my last message. Mammon caught me on the rooftop. We ended up talking for a while. *pauses* The two of us have an interesting relationship. Kinda similar to the one I have with Satan. Mammon's sort of my brother and sort of my son, except he didn't spring out of me like Satan did. He's the first angel I felt the need to protect. Everyone else was prepared to throw him away, even though he was merely a child. I couldn't sit back and let them treat him like that, especially not after I held him in my arms as he was crying. He was around the Chihuahua's age when that happened. *clears his throat* I apologize. I know you don't like me calling Luke a chihuahua. I really am trying not to. *pauses* So yeah. Satan's technically the third oldest, since he came into existence in my mind shortly after I took Mammon under my wing. Levi came into the picture when Mammon was a teenager, and the others when he was just becoming a fully-grown angel. *pauses again* It was actually Mammon that insisted that we take care of them, and he was so earnest about it that I couldn't say no. I mean, the fact that he was willing to do for others what I've done for him...I was quite proud of him. Still am, even though he insists on putting on a persona these days. I know deep down, he still cares about everyone. *pauses yet again* Is it weird that I feel comfortable sharing all of this with you, MC? It might be the alcohol still affecting me, but somehow I don't think it is. I...I think I've come to trust you. Completely. I haven't even gotten there with Diavolo yet, and I've known him a lot longer. *chuckles* You truly are special, little lamb. *silence* Shit. That wasn't supposed to be said out loud. I better go before I start calling you more silly nicknames. Good night, MC."

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[nomiijane]

Happy New Year from my side of the world! Dressed as a unicorn and covered in glitter cause how else would I welcome in the new year!

[blueeyedheizer]

little black dress - matt

WARNINGS: none

A/N: this fic radiates big debby ryan awkward glance meme energy,, more cliché you die 🤣 but it’s cute ig?

•••

You sighed in content as you stepped inside the house, finally feeling the warmth embracing your body after being in the cold for so long. Your eyes quickly scanned the room, noticing how packed the place already was. You squeezed your friend's hand a little bit tighter as she made her way through the crowd, dragging you with her while she greeted a few people she knew on her way.

"Do we really have to do this?" you whined, already regretting your decision of tagging along with her.

"Aw come on. This guy's parties aren't something you can miss. We're going to have fun, loosen up babe." she says, briefly looking over her shoulder to look at you. "Besides, Matt's here. You wouldn't want to miss an occasion to talk to him would you?" she winks at you with a smirk, causing you to roll your eyes. You tried to hide your body and tug on your dress as much as you could as you followed her silently. You weren't exactly feeling comfortable in the piece you were wearing, and Clara knew it. You had had a small boost of confidence when she complimented you while you tried it on in front of the mirror earlier, but now that you were actually confronted to a crowd of teenagers while wearing the dress in question it was a whole different story. You had never been comfortable with showing too much skin or just wearing short dresses in general, so this was definitely a first for you. A first and hopefully a last. All your insecurities started to stand out to you and you already felt like all eyes were on you.

"Hey guys! Look who I brought!" Clara exclaimed happily as you made your way into the living room where a small group of your people were gathered. Her voice obviously caught everyone's attention and they all turned to you.

Oh great. Exactly what I needed, you thought.

The room soon erupted in cheers as you made your way over to the couch, chuckling at their reaction. Most of them were already tipsy, chugging their cups of alcohol in one take like it was water. Clara took a sit next to you and squeezed your thigh with a wink, obviously referring to Matt who was sat on the couch opposite to yours. She was quick to join everyone else's fun, leaving you to awkwardly sit on your own, trying your best to make yourself small and not draw any attention on yourself.

But when the group decided to play a game of truth or dare, you had no choice but to join in. You couldn't think of any excuse to get out of the situation, therefore there was no escape for you.

The game went by, and so far the bottle still hadn't landed on you. Some spins were close, but they always ended pointing on Clara or Diana, your friendly neighbor that was sat just a little further away from you. She was a good friend of yours, probably a better friend than Clara.

People were sent for seven minutes in heaven, girls were dared to take off their bras without taking off their top, guys were dared to make out with their best friends, and each spin of the bottle was followed by a shot of whatever liquid was inside their cup. It was quite entertaining, to say the least. But that was until Matt got dared to kiss Emma. When that happened, you got up to get yourself another drink in the kitchen. You were already feeling down and you really didn't feel like watching them suck face.

Now it was Clara's turn to spin the bottle. She gave it a firm flick and everyone cheered as it spun and spun, until it landed on Emma.

"Truth or dare?" Clara asked, dragging out the words and smirking. She rested her head in her hands as she looked back at Emma, waiting for her answer like a child would wait for the clock to strike midnight on christmas day. Emma pretended to think for a moment, biting her bottom lip before giving her answer.

"Dare."

You grabbed your beer from the table and placed it to your lips, taking a small chug and fighting back the urge to roll your eyes at her manners.

"Seven minutes in heaven with Matt."

You choked on your drink, eyes widening as everyone started whistling and cheering. The girl next to you rubbed your back, asking if you were okay. You nodded and gave her a small smile before watching as Emma dragged a slightly hesitant Matt to the nearest room. You made eye contact with him before Emma dragged him away and forced him to look back at her when he looked in your direction.

When they were out of your sight, you grabbed Clara's arm and forcefully turned her towards you. God, sometimes you wondered why you were still friends with her.

"Are you fucking serious?" you whisper-yelled, making sure only she could hear you.

"What? They've already kissed! Might as well let them have fun." she giggled drunkenly. You let go of her arm and fell back against the couch, trying to fight back your tears. "Jesus, don't be so uptight, Y/N." she rolled her eyes before taking a long drag of her cigarette. You heard her mumble something that you didn't quite catch, but it surely wasn't anything nice.

After a moment you felt a hand on your shoulder. Diana had moved to sit beside you after hearing your conversation. She knew of your crush on Matt, and she clearly wasn't approving of Clara's whole demeanour. She rubbed your shoulder soothingly and gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned before leaning against her shoulder.

-

"Y/N, babe, why don't you go get the two lovebirds?" One of Emma's friends slurred, smirking at you before taking another chug of her beer. You clenched your jaw at the nickname she gave you and had to stop yourself from making a scene when you heard Clara snort beside you. You scoffed and was about to get up, but Diana placed a hand on your knee to stop you.

"I can do it if you'd like." you gave her a small smile and shook your head no. You genuinely appreciated her offer, but you didn't want to let them win.

"I'll be fine. Thanks Di."

Then you made your way over to the small cramped room.

You didn't know what you were expecting, but you felt your heart drop down your stomach as you opened the door. Emma's arms were wrapped around Matt's neck, her lips firmly locked with his as she pressed her body against his. It took a few more seconds for them to notice you. Emma pulled away and smirked at you before wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb and readjusting her dress, meanwhile Matt just stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips.

"Seven minutes is up." You didn't even try to hide the sadness in your voice as you spoke. After all, Matt didn't know of your feelings for him so you could've been sad for any reason. You quickly turned on your heels, returning towards the living room.

When you got back, Clara was passed out on the sofa, her cup still in hands. You sat down next to Diana again, your throat now hurting from holding back tears; you just wanted to go home and scream into your pillow.

Matt and Emma were soon back on the couch and you watched as she clung onto him, giggling as she started chatting with some other girls. Matt didn't seem to return any of her affection though.

"I'll get another drink." you told Diana with a small forced smile, which she returned with a sympathetic one, followed by a nod.

-

"This fucking bitch." you cursed, leaning against the counter and clenching your fists. You weren't exactly sure wether you were referring to Emma or Clara, but either way worked. You lowered your head and squeezed your eyes shut, allowing your tears to finally break free. Grabbing a glass from the counter, you poured yourself some water and downed it quickly, sighing with relief as the liquid cooled your throat.

"Y/N..." you jumped slightly and quickly wiped your cheeks with the back of your hands but kept your face hidden. "Are you alright?"

"Why do you care, Matt." you said harshly, but he could hear the hurt in your voice loud and clear. You made sure your cheeks were dry and finally turned around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest in the process. Matt sighed and took a few hesitant steps toward you.

"Look, can we— can we talk?"

"What is there to talk about?"

"I don't like Emma." your eyebrows furrowed and you looked down to avoid eye contact, holding your arms closer to yourself as you felt your cheeks start to heat up.

"Why are you telling me that?" you spoke hesitantly. Matt took a few steps closer to you and reached for your cheek. You froze when his thumb started softly brushing over your skin.

"Diana told me." your eyes widened at his words and your head snapped up to meet his own again. You could handle being betrayed by Clara, but Diana?

"What, what did she tell you?"

"Hey, relax." he chuckled at your reaction, brushing a strand of hair off your face.

"Matt, what did she tell you?" he didn't answer. Instead, he leaned forward and placed a quick yet soft kiss on your lips. Your eyes were wide open as he pulled away, mouth parted and arms still crossed over your chest. You stared at him silently, not knowing what to do or say.

After a moment you snapped out of your daze and lunged foward to connect your lips with his again, this time letting your arms move around his neck while his hands pulled you closer by your waist. Your head tilted to the side as the kiss deepened, fingers moving to slowly drag through his hair, body now fully pressed against his. You moaned softly into the kiss as he hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you up onto the counter without breaking the kiss.

You made out for a solid minute until you eventually pulled away reluctantly for much needed air. You stayed close still, panting lightly against each other's lips until his own moved to your neck, peppering the lightest kisses over your warm skin and leaving small love bites here and there. Your small sighs and whimpers of appreciation didn't go unnoticed as you felt him smirk against you before he pulled away and pressed one last kiss to your lips.

"I'm sorry about Emma." he said, gently taking your chin between his fingers. "I'd much rather have spent those 7 minutes with you." he smirked.

"And I'd much rather have spent them with you instead of imagining you and Emma sucking face in that cramped closet while my so-called friend made me feel like pure shit."

Matt's hands rose to cup your cheeks. "Fuck them." he murmured against your lips before claiming them in a deep kiss, which you gladly returned.

His eyes moved from your eyes, down your body then back up after he pulled away, a small smirk adorning his features.

"I love the dress, by the way."

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[queenieloveswriting]

The Fool and Her Temperance

Before your parents split, you lived in the outerbanks,with your mum and dad, close to your cousin ,john b. Not long after Big John, your dad's brother, died your mum and dad split, your dad stayed in outer banks to watch over his brothers son and keep his steady job, your mum however took you back to her home country Italy, and you lived in a small but cosy house near your grandparents. Not having a choice as a 7 year old you had to leave outer banks behind. When you got older your mum let you have your dad's number and then eventually you got your cousins, and began to get extremely close.

John and your dad simultaneously kept you up to date on the news and gossip of the outer banks, you'd call each other and it became your Sunday night ritual. Being a call or facetime you'd talk about school, you talked him through a grieving process and eventually settled for his reason to not believe until there is physical evidence. You barely know his friends other than jj whose number you also had, but they knew the name ‘Luna D’Angelo.

It was a Sunday night and you'd just, finally, convinced your mother to let you visit your dad for the summer and soak in the sun while she moved for a promotion during the month in Portland, of all places. You are just about to call john and tell him the news. School was literally out as of Friday and you were sure he was partying like he told you he'd be on Saturday, which is why he called you earlier. After updating your dad, who you also talked to every Friday night after school, You got to john 

After repetitive buzzing he finally picked up, you heard some staticky music and slightly tipsy John b 

“Heyyy Luna you okay we calleddd yesterdayyy i thinkkkk”

“Heyy john yeah we did sorry i just had some really good news i wanted to tell you but i can ring you tomorrow if its better”

“Don't be silllyyy I've only had a few anyways, I'll remember what is it, please don't tell me your pregnant because uncle joe’ll be pisseddd” he chuckled

“No oh my god I just wanted to say that my mum gave me the all clear and I’m coming to live with dad for the summer and maybe longer i don't know but yeah”

The line went silent 

“WOOOHOOO she coming Back GUYS DID YOU HEAR THAT LUNA D’ANGELO IS COMING FOR THE SUMMER "he shouted 

“Woah man stop shouting "you heard from the other line

“Jj bro my cousin you remember my cousin Luna she just told me yeah that she's coming back for the summer and maybe longer if her mum lets her brooo this is going to be the best summer ever lulu I've missed you”

“Wait really bro as in uncle joe’s Luna?”he asked 

“Duh bro the only Luna we know dumbass you wanna say hi”

“What do you mean bro she's not here or is she waiting wha--?”

“She on the phone,ohhh actually you speak to her for a second I'm getting looks from over there”

“Oh wait John its fin--”

Next thing you heard was some shuffling and a deeper voice fill your speaker phone

“Luna you there? "he asked

“Shit yeah hey jj I was about to go anyways but well now you know I’m finally going to meet you and the guys well and girl but”

“yeah you areee” he slurred 

“Anyways I'll see you in about a week j”

“Soon beautiful gunna have the best summer, finally going to a legendary obx party "he laughed, tipsy

“Sounds good jay I'll see you soon bye "you hung up

after finally hanging up on the phone you mentally facepalmed yourself for being so awkward, you went to bed 

A slow week went by, and you had finally arrived in the outerbanks.Stepping of the boating docks you searched the crowd for you dad. Once you spotted him holding a sign that said “bentornato la mia bella figlia”welcoming you back in your second, most used language,italian.Running into your dad's arms,you both had a little cry eventually getting settled into a cosy shack. After catching up with your dad you told him about you and john b becoming close once he gave you his number. Deciding you should surprise him with his arrival, Your dad drove you in his pick up to a block away from the chateau you remember you uncle calling it.

Walking up to the porch you heard voices coming from the dock, followed by their matured bodies coming in from a boat, scrapping your original plan once you saw your cousin, you just screamed running to the completely oblivious family member

“Johnnnn I’m back” you giggled still running

.Catching his attention he turned around running towards you in complete shock “holy fucking shit your here I thought it was tomorrow "he shouted suffocating you with a hug ”oh my god john b i missed you “you giggled and he sent you a watery laugh in return "I wasn't expecting you back soon  wow you look so different from the scrawny little 7 year old in uncle joe’s photos "he cooed

Before you could argue you were aware of the three people sending you confused glares. The only girl there, assuming it was kiara not having seen pictured to put name to face, coughed. ”someone wanna tell me what the fucks going on “she addressed earning john to roll his eyes at the over sassed girl, who had looked slightly jealous ”Kie this is Luna D’Angelo uncle joes daughter I’ve mentioned her she's my cousin, I might have forgot to tell them you were coming “her attitude dropped when she realised it was you “ohmygod ”she physically facepalmed, causing you to laugh "I had no idea you were coming the fuck john dumbass ”she elbowed him walking towards giving you a hug. ”Nice to finally meet you and put a face to name, speaking of you are fucking gorgeous the fuck ”she giggled walking  back to the boys wo still hadn't said anything, causing you to break the silence "so that makes you pope "you pointed to the buff dark skinned boy who nodded ”yeah that's me Luna I had no idea you were coming he's useless” he stated walking up to you with a quick hug “that he is "you turned round to finally face the blonde who had a cheeky smirk on his face shamelessly checking you out you rolled your eyes. Facing him you looked up too him finally seeing what he looked like ,defiantly exceeding “cute", you opened you arms and he came towards you, similarly to john b engulfing you and spinning you in a quick hug “its crazy actually hearing you and seeing you in real life "he teased still hugging you. Aware of the confused gases from the rest you backed out of the hug, missing the slight disappointment on jj’s face. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you looked up into his mischievous eyes and innocently winked taking a second take on his Greek-caved body “I know good to finally see what you guys all look like definitely not what I was expecting though". Turning around to the others who’d been oddly silent "so what's now guys "you asked everyone "well we were just about to go to kiara family's restaurant and grab some free food you wanna come? "John b asked. Following your cousin who was walking down the dock you made conversation with kiara about her Restaurant and how they finally got paper straws, being an environmentalist, you enjoyed discussing this.

When you finally got to the wreck you had made and surprisingly gotten close quite quickly you had conversations with all of them except jj, who was next. After discussing what you think happened to bodies after you die with pope, what was cuter a bottlenose dolphin or a harbour seals with kiara, dolphins winning the argument, and just life with john b how he is coping with  everything including his dad, you wondered what you'd talk about with jj, having brief text conversations with him on the phone you don't know him that well however being the only one you'd actually heard from and the stories about him from john b had been quite funny an intrigued you on the boys with an adrenaline addiction.

Once you sat down ,purposefully next to jj, pope and john b in front of you and kiara walking around helping her dad close up.

“So jj ”you turned facing him "I hear you are quite the adrenaline junkie, correct? "you sassed .Smirking he replied “quite the risk taker princess why’d you ask”

“Well you see now you might have a bit of competition because in Italy I am known as principessa pazza translating to crazy princess so you better be watching yourself blondie” you teased "what's got you that rep princess crazy "he joked. Laughing at his tone you pulled out your phone to a video collage you friends in Italy made of all the things you'd done from surfing to vine swinging. Passing him the phone you studied his priceless face watching yourself, internally hoping he's not judging your body in your bikinis and just watching what you were actually doing “damn Luna that's so sick where are you in this one", he asked scrolling the the clip of you surfing doing a perfect spin in the waves ”oh there, that's actually really funny story you wanna hear? "you asked to which he nodded “so basically me and a bunch of my guy friends, because no girls wanna get there hand dirty over there "you laugh intaking a breath “we had a 4 hour trek to get there and not having a car we had to walk to the mains and hitch hike and walk for about an hour and a half to actually get there with our boards to because we had no money to pay for rentals it was difficult I remember having to sit in the back of this guys car and my friend Ricco say in the front and there was only space for two in the back so i had to sit on Ryan's lap and put my feet on Angelo’s lap so we could have our boards on the floor, anyways once we finally got there and i got the feeling in my legs back we surfed for hours the beach was so busy and we found this beautiful cove which is in the video and the waves were so much better ,best waves I've ever surfed, we all slept on the sand around a makeshift fire from my lighter and so i had to sleep in my bikini them in their shorts because we didn't want to go home covered in sand and anyways after about 6 hours we found our way home, I didn't realise my mum would be back but the 3 weeks of no phone or tv and grounding was totally worth it, and that is what happened in tuscany,italy,ragazzo Biondo "you took a deep breath reliving the memory for a short period of time. "your mum was always a bit melodramatic Lu “your cousins chimed in. You were oblivious to the fact they had been listening to you relive your memories. Rolling you eyed you nodded “want to hear melodramatic she found out that when i was grounded the boys still came through my window and we all were still hanging out when she told me I couldn't and I was grounded for the end of the  month and she took my door off "you rolled your eyes at one of your mums various punishment “why do you think I want to live with dad "you joked.

“Wait so you are moving back? I thought it was only the summer "pope questioned earning a glare from john 

“I am staying for the summer but I was going to ask my dad eventually if I enjoy it here if he wouldn't mind it it would take my mum loads of convincing though but I think I can convince her if I kept my grades solid and got a job  could probably ’be trusted” ”you and john both rolled your eyes at the comment

“So that means there is a 50/50 chance you could be staying? "john asked hopeful

“Most likely cuz I mean id say more 75 no/25 yes but whatever floats your boat ”“I hope you do it'd be so cool to have you here and plus i think your dad would love that, we talk about you a lot, he misses you "he sighed you sent him a smile

“So what do you all do round here, any adventures? "you smirked

John b rolled his eyes but continued to answer your question “its pretty chill and well the same we go out on the boat swim or fish for a bit come home and probably to a kegger on the beach get wasted fight with kooks the usually” he stated "that doesn't sound too bad could surf all day, one question though "you asked and john b hit you with ‘shoot’ "the fuck is a kook? ”you asked earning snickers from the group and an in depth conversation with the boys about the rich snobs on the other side of the island.

Checking your phone it was almost 10:00 and you figured you should probably head home. Saying your goodbyes jj offered to walk you home. Insisting you and your dad lived a block away from his anyway, which was true.

When you arrived at your front door you turned to him and thanked h for walking you home 

“Honestly it's no problem I just wanted to talk to you like one on one for a bit you know, it's good to put a face to Luna and i honestly really hope you can stay longer, we could get used to having you around "he said causing your face to slightly flush at the complement “thanks jay that mean a lot rea-”you were cut off by your dad opening the door “ahh right on time Luna, jj how you doing boy "he asked causing you to look between then a few times in confusion “yeah I'm good sir just walking Luna home we had food at the wreck with the others "he answered your dad “thank you for feeding her son I do my shop tomorrow and was worried "you dad laughed “it's fine anyways I better go before john b locks up or I'll be sleeping on the porch "he said "wait I thought you were going back you yours and that's why you walked here ”jj chuckled "not going back to mine tonight me and john b are going to go out tomorrow so it's just easier if i sleep there "he answered looking up to your dad sending a playful wink to you “goodnight guys catch you tomorrow lulu "he waved off "night jj ”followed by “night son" your dad replied.

When you got in you caught up with your dad for the night and headed to bed looking forward to your full day out tomorrow on the boat with everyone

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@sguymon21

A/N 🤷🏽got boredddd,,name and kind of themed on the two tarot cards ‘the fool’ and ‘the temperance’ putting in a summary on my masterlist for the meanings of it . Let me know if you wanna be tagged and if you liked it. Feel free to message me always wanna make some frienddddddss,,thanks for the love on my other fics if your interested here’s my masterlist

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Heyyyy! Congrats on the 100 followers, I'm so happy for you 🥳🎊 Can I request number 24 with Poe? ✨🥺

A/N: Thank you!! Here it is! Sorry if the ending is trash I'm sleepy

Prompt No. 24: You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you

Pairing: Poe x reader

Warnings: swearing (as usual), slight angst, tiny bit of fluff (if you squint very hard)

Word count: 1k+

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There was a palpable sense of relief in the air that made the day feel lighter, the planet a little brighter. The war was over. The first order was no more.

You stayed in your ship a little longer after landing, sobbing into your hands in relief, only slightly alarming your astromech.

You hadn’t been on the resistance base for almost the whole year. After the battle of Crait, Leia had sent you on a diplomatic quest, trying to make as many allies as you can. She wanted to be sure that the next time the resistance sent a distress signal, they would have a sizable group of allies backing them. So you and a select group of people had left the base to gather support for the resistance from different parts of the galaxy.

Right after you had broken up with Poe Dameron.

This would be the first time seeing Poe after the day you two had broken up. General Poe Dameron. You knew how he had dreamed of being a general one day. He was ambitious but also passionate about the cause and deserving of the position. You knew Leia wouldn’t have had anyone else leading her people.

You wiped the tears off your face, trying to gain some semblance of control. Everything felt so overwhelming, but you had to step out of the comfort of your cockpit at one point.

You and your crew had joined mid-battle and Poe’s voice over the comms had been enough to bring tears to your eyes. You had missed him so much.

The raucous sounds of celebration hit you in full force the second you stepped out of the ship. People running back and forth, hugging each other through tears of joy. And you saw him in the middle of it all, a wide grin on his face, one arm on a sling, the other hand clasping Finn’s shoulder. Your heart clenched at the sight and you turned away, unable to face him.

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The light from the bonfire could be seen from where you were kneeling on the ground, working on your ship which had taken quite a hit during the battle. The celebrations and laughter continued well after dark and were nowhere near stopping.

You weren’t a big fan of crowds. Usually, you could tolerate it, sticking close to your friends, or to Poe. But you weren’t feeling like it today. Also, you were hiding from a certain resistance general, you just couldn’t gather the courage to face, yet.

You weren’t proud of the way you had broken up with Poe. It was messy, and you couldn’t have chosen a worse time to do it. The circumstance had forced you into the rash decision which was admittedly extreme. But watching your boyfriend almost get shot out of the sky, multiple times, does that to a person.

It seemed, the worse part of all of this, was that you were never able to move on from him. Even light-years away, you had your ears peeled for any news about the hot-headed resistance pilot.

“You know you can do that later right?” Poe’s voice startled you into almost dropping your tools. “And there are people to fix your ship for you,” He dropped to the ground to sit beside you, cross-legged, a bottle of fire whiskey clutched in the hand that wasn’t in a sling. He offered it to you. Like a peace offering.

You took it, sitting down all well, looking everywhere but him. The liquid burned its way down your throat as you too a generous swig and you returned it to him. It was awkward, but Poe was on a mission, trying to get you to talk to him again.

He nudged your shoulder with his, “I missed you,” His words sent your heart fluttering and you felt a little breathless. All from just three little words. You were hopeless.

“I missed you too,” You finally turned around to face him. He looked at you, head tilted to one side, eyes a little glazed. He was definitely at least a little bit tipsy. His fingers came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Emotion bubbled up at the tender show of affection and you found yourself swallowing a lump down your throat. “I’m sorry, Poe.”

“For what?” Poe frowns at you in confusion.

“For leaving you. Like that,” There was an unreadable expression on his face that you’d never seen before, then Poe closes the gap between the two of you, and his lips are on yours.

Kissing Poe felt like second nature, you’d so many times that you didn’t think before you kissed him back. Poe gasped softly like he didn’t expect you to. The familiarity of his lips moving against yours was like a punch to your gut. All the pain of the separation condensed into that one moment, and you felt like you might collapse if he ever stopped kissing you.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him, and you clambered onto his lap, graceless and hurried. You shifted to hold his face in your hand and pulled back suddenly when you felt the wetness on his cheeks. “Poe?”

His eyes were screwed shut, face contorted like he was in pain. He takes a shuddering breath before looking up at you. “I’m sorry too,” He gasped out the words like it pained him to speak it. “I’m sorry I was- I was so reckless. Sorry I never stopped to think about you and for pushing you away when you tried to help me,” Tears freely flowed down his face. “I missed you so much, sweetheart. I- I don’t want to lose you,”

You pulled him into your chest, carding your fingers through his hair. It seemed you weren’t the only one still harboring feeling for the other. His admission had stirred something in you. Maybe there was hope for you two after all. But you weren’t about to make the same mistakes you made the first time around, no matter how badly you wanted to dive headfirst into this with Poe. You were both exhausted, mentally, and physically, and needed to rest first.

“Poe? Baby, let's get you to bed now okay? We can talk in the morning,” Poe nodded as you brushed the tears from his face.

As the two of you got up from the ground, a little more hopeful, a little less heavy, the future didn’t seem as bleak as it did yesterday.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

BAD IDEA

No one asked for this but here it is. Smutty smut drunken NSFW 18+ filth for your reading pleasure.

If you had any sense, you’d have stopped drinking hours ago and be in bed by now... but where’s the fun in that?

Your head felt somewhat heavy but light at the same time. It was more of a foggy feeling really. Honestly, you couldn't exactly pinpoint how you were feeling. All you knew was that it was the moment before passing out. The feeling of the alcohol being a little bit too much but not quite enough to push you over. Though you couldn't even recall why you were at the bar right now. In fact, now that you were thinking about it, you were alone with no idea where your friends had gone.

You turned slightly on your bar stool and leaned against the bar. The martini you were holding spilled over a bit as you moved, but you barely noticed or cared. I mean the glass was a terrible design. Far too easy to spill. You sipped at the remains of it absentmindedly as you surveyed the room. Where had your friends gone? Why did they do this to you? Invite you out and then ditch you. You needed a new friend.

Then you saw him. The most delicious man that you had ever laid eyes on was sitting farther down the bar. He was long-limbed with silky chestnut hair. Long legs, angular sharp features and my God those lips. He looked very broody too. Just your type, and he was all alone too.

You got up and walked over confidently, flashing your winning smile that often brought men to their knees, and struck a pose. He didn’t even seem to notice, as he looked back down at his glass disinterestedly.

He didn't say anything, and you wondered if he was already trashed. You poked him to see if he was even aware of his surroundings. He coldly glared at you.

Wow he was even better looking head on. You smirked at him mischevioisly. Aaannnnddd nothing. Wow!

“You responded! I was wondering if you were plastered already. Wait... you did just respond right?” You asked giggling.

“You realize that you're drunk?” he asked.

“False statement!” you sang in a sing song voice. “I'm very tipsy, and if I have one more I'll be drunk, but I'm definitely not there yet.” You tried to take a sip of your drink, but realized it was no longer in your hand. Confused, you looked around, trying to find it.

He was clearly skeptical, or at least, you thought so. The changes in his facial expressions were so minute that it was hard to tell. His eyes were green and very pretty though. Almost like emeralds or that crazy green algae in aquariums.

“For the sake of peace, how you take a shot with me, and then we'll both agree that I'm drunk!” You winked at him.

He didn’t react, just looked away again, ignoring you. It was a shame he was so good looking and such a poop. Seemed like a waste. You didn’t care that you were staring at the side of his head. It was pretty amazing how good he was at blocking you out though.

“What kind of drunk are you?” you suddenly asked.

“Excuse me?!” he demanded, snapping his attention back to you.

“How're you drunk? You look like a moody drunk to me.” You nodded slightly, agreeing with yourself like you’d just given some sage advice.

“I don't get drunk."

“Nu-uh!” you disagreed. “That's a lie and green eyes don't lie, and you have such lovely green eyes. Green eyes only get jealous!”

“You must be a stupid drunk,” he muttered to himself.

“No! Stop lying green eyes! You're not supposed to lie. I'm a horny drunk, and I'm not horny enough to be drunk yet,” you shared.

“Why are you bothering me?” He seethed.

“Because you're gorgeous. Also I lost my friends, and I want you to get drunk with me. I’ve had the worst week in my life and I never go out or get drunk. I’m the most responsible bitch you’ve ever met!” You said waving your arms dramatically. You leaned in and spoke breathily in his ear “but not today, today I’m all about terrible decisions, and I’ve never seen a better bad idea than you.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, “if I buy you a drink, will that make you go away?”

“Maybe,” you confirmed. “But you need to get another one too and drink with me!” You turned to the bartender and got his attention.

“Another martini for me and a... whatever he had before for green eyes here! Plus we need two shots of something that tastes nice. He's paying,” you told the bartender.

In your tipsy state, you didn't notice the way the bartender looked to the man next to you for confirmation, Nor did you notice the way your green eyed man nodded at the bartender. You were too focused on admiring his face.

When the bartender returned, you both took your shots, then you made sure that your green eyed man was drinking his drink before downing your own.

“Now I'm drunk!” you declared happily.

“Good. Now go away.”

You pouted. “But I don't know where to go, or even how to get there. And you’re my bad idea. Are you drunk yet?”

“Ugh.” He was obviously very sick of you. “I'd have to be in order to deal with you." He signaled the bartender who promptly brought him another drink.

“Where's my drink? How come you get another one!” You whined.

“I'm not buying you anymore. Go away.” He glared at you. He was not very nice at all and normally you’d never let someone speak to you this way, but you were drunk and he was pretty.

“You're mean! Ummmmm...”It occurred to you that you didn't know his name. “What's your name again?”

He looked at you with disbelief. “You don't know who I am?”

“Noooooooo.” You were confused. “Do I know you? Because if You know me then you know I’m not being myself and you should be way more confused like me. I don’t remember everyone I meet tho. Don't take it personally. Oh God, we've met before. . . Did you maybe get a haircut? what's your name again?”

He laughed, but it didn't seem very happy, more like a calculating laugh. It gave you the shivers. You wanted him to make you shiver in other ways.

You got distracted by his eyes again. As he drank, you watched him, entranced. He wasn’t as good at ignoring you though, he checked you out, and then looked up to see you staring and glared at you again.

You stood up abruptly, and grabbed the sides of his face, kissing him. You bit his lip, dominating, but then he began to kiss back. Soon you were fighting him for control. His hand was in your hair, pulling it to get your head at a better angle for him. You pulled away and thrilled at the fact he had been so responsive.

You bit your lip and whispered in his ear, “I don't live too far from here.”

“Where?” His voice was slightly husky.

You rattled off your address for him, and suddenly, he had your arm and you were both leaving. This was kinda surprising. He went from stone cold to let’s go in record time. Walking was proving to be a bit difficult in the gravel wearing heels so he picked you up like you didn’t weigh anything in a bridal hold. He smelled nice, so you snuggled up against him and let you carry you, grinning like an idiot. He lightly kissed your forehead and gently rubbed shapes in your skin where he held you. It was very soothing and almost sweet.

Suddenly, he set you down and you found yourself looking at your door. You didn't know how he had gotten you to your apartment. He'd distracted you the entire way with his kissing and touching. You fumbled for your keys and had a very hard time getting your door open. He made it harder by kissing your neck the entire time. This was the best idea you’d ever had.

As soon as your door popped open, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walked inside. As soon as the door was closed, your back was against it and he was kissing you again. By now you'd lost the battle, and he was in complete control, and you were loving it. He was so dominant, and losing yourself in someone was just what you needed.

You began to unbutton his shirt, wanting to know what his chest felt like, wanting to feel his skin. He broke away for air, and you took the opportunity to unhook your legs from around his waist so you could unbutton the last few buttons. You removed his shirt and threw it somewhere. At this point, you were standing so you kissed your way down his chest and to his belt. Unhooking his belt and quickly pulling it off, you took the opportunity to make a mad dash for your room He caught you before you made it, and you dropped his belt as he picked you up. You squealed with excitement as He carried you into your room and dropped you on your bed. Then he was on top of you, kissing your neck as his hands made their way up your shirt. One unhooked your bra as the other pushed the cups up and away from your breasts. His thumb moved over your nipple lightly causing you to gasp slightly. He cupped your breast with his hand and brushed the nipple, harsher this time causing you to moan. Then his hands were both tugging your shirt off.You were quickly topless and his eyes were on your chest before he dipped his head down and his mouth was around a nipple. He licked and bit it lightly. But you forgot about his mouth completely as one of his hands found its way under your skirt and cupped you from over your underwear. You arched into his hand as it pressed against you and moaned lightly. He pushed your underwear aside and two fingers slid into you. You began to moan and buck your hips into his hand as his fingers pushed in and then pulled out slightly. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before smirking at you. “What a good girl. You're so wet for me.”

You whimpered as he got off of you and the cold air made you shiver. He yanked your skirt and underwear off before undoing his pants. You watched fascinated as he pulled his pants and boxers down. He was gorgeous everywhere. His skin was flawless, and he was nicely toned with broad shoulders and a prominent V line. Speaking of that area, he was very nicely sized, downright impressive. He could walk around naked and not have a single insecurity you decided.

You didn't have much time to admire his body, as soon as his pants were off he was on top of you and between your legs again. He pushed into you quickly not giving you very much time to adjust before he was pounding into you. His thrusts were hard and fast leaving you convulsing and moaning beneath him with screams and moans leaving your lips with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if you looked crazy or pissed off the neighbors.

Soon his rough pace had you seeing all white and reaching your climax. You shook and convulsed beneath him, clenching around his member but he fucked through it. He kept going and soon you were starting to build up again. You were almost seeing stars again when his pace sped up and he crushed his lips into yours, kissing you possessively as you both climaxed. He stayed inside you, giving you sweet kisses and rubbing his nose against your cheek. It was a stark contrast from the way he just fucked you.

You started to rock your hips again, and then quickly flipped him over so you were straddling him, smiling triumphantly.

He was apparently not amused by this and you found yourself face down in your mattress. His hands pulled your hips up and he roughly entered you from behind. His pace was fast and hard again but you were enjoying it. His hands were holding your hips in place tightly and you held your upper body up with your arms. At some point he reached forward and hooked your mouth with two fingers pulling your face so he could see you, growling the most dirty delectable things at you. That sent you over the edge and you were completely undone. Never in your life, had you cum like that. He came soon afterward and you both collapsed onto your bed. He pulled you over and kissed you on your head affectionately.

It was crazy how he could go from ice cold asshole, to passionate savage lover, to soft sweet cuddler in the blink of an eye.

Staying awake seemed impossible, and in your hazy state, you didn’t care that you’d just had unprotected sex with a total stranger, or what ever happened to your friends, or what your neighbors may think of your loud shameless fucking; there was still something you wanted to know. “Green eyes? What’s your name?”

He tensed up a bit and hesitated. You could practically feel him thinking before nuzzling into your hair and whispering in your ear....

“My name is Roman Godfrey.”

[dontreadthistrashgarbage]

Pt.5

"You're flashy again today!" Charlie said appreciatively to Guerin, who had opted for blue lipstick, dangly earrings and a yellow cropped sweatshirt over leggings and chunky black boots.

"Well yeah, we're gonna be in a private room so I'm taking advantage of not having to hide!" Guerin posed by poking her cheek paired with a pouty smile. Charlie grinned to see her friend looking cheerful.

"Well you look great."

"I look great? Look at youuuuu!" Guerin crowed, "Boy better watch out, you look on fleek." She dipped into english to adequately express admiration for her friend.

"Stop you're too much." Charlie rolled her eyes at how over the top Guerin was being, but it still made her happy cause despite how obnoxious it was she was being genuine with her opinion.

"Never." Guerin linked arms with Charlie, "Do you know where we're going?" The girls had met at the station closest to the karaoke place that had been chosen by A.C.E and would meet the group there. Charlie led the way, familiar with Guerin's legendarily poor sense of direction. She texted Jun to let them know when they arrived. Once inside Guerin chose two beers to bring in with them.

"We'll need these for bravery. If we wanna sing in front of those five." She said sensibly.

"I could use a drink but I'm not going to sing." Charlie accepted the beer.

"That's fine, but if you wanna do a duet later I'm here for you." Guerin winked.

Just then Chan appeared in the lobby, "Did you two get lost? You're taking forever." He said.

"Hey, don't talk to your elders like that." Guerin said, undermining herself by sticking out her tongue as they moved to follow him.

"Sorry Guerin-Noona, Charlie-Noona." Chan pouted at the older women, causing Guerin to immediately melt and coo at him.

"You are so weak." Charlie teased her friend as they made their way into the assigned room.

"It's true I'm the softest. Hey everyone!" Guerin called out, waving to the rest of A.C.E as they joined them. "Awww you had the same idea we did!" She commented on the assortment of drinks already gathered on the table in the center of the room.

"Charlie, you look great!" Donghun piped up after everyone had finished their greetings. Maybe it's because Guerin was looking for it, but she caught Jun go from looking and smiling at Charlie to shooting Donghun a surprised expression at his compliment.

"Thanks." Charlie said shyly, "It's nothing much." Her outfit was a simple hoodie and jeans but she had left her freshly dyed hair down, apparently the vibrant pink and purple was a hit.

"Nothing much. Pshaw. you are the belle of the ball." Guerin threw an arm around her friend, tapped her beer to Charlie's and the two of them started with their first drinks of the night.

The seven started off restrained enough but after a few songs Guerin insisted that without Queen it wasnt worth coming out so she sang Don't Stop Me Now which got everyone more riled up despite her not quite hitting every note. Seyoon got particularly aggressive with the tambourine during a flailing dance off so Guerin had to disarm him but otherwise no one was hurt. Charlie even joined in after a few drinks and sang Spice Girls and Backstreet boys much to the amusement of A.C.E and with Guerin acting as her solo hype team and yelling along.

After about an hour they flopped down for their first break as Jun, Chan and Seyoon hurried to the front to order snacks and more drinks.

"Jun was right, this is fun!" Charlie exclaimed happily.

"I've found the perfect song for us to do next! Will you sing it with me?" Guerin scooted over to Charlie, showing her the selection.

"Oh... oh yes. Definitely." Charlie nodded, the alcohol in her system making her bold.

Donghun leaned slightly across Charlie to try and peak at the song choice but Guerin snatched it away. Charlie blushed at the proximity of Donghun being so close. Sure she liked Jun but that didn't make her blind. Or sober. The other three returned, Jun came in first seeing Donghun and frowning as the two seemed to separate quickly. Byeongkwan tried to take the song selecter from Guerin for a peak and she jumped away from him.

"Noona what is it, let me see!" Byeongkwan said, reaching again.

"No, it's a surprise!" She twisted away from him and collided with Seyoon who had fortunately just set the snacks he was carrying down. His hand automatically went to her arms to steady her as the two stumbled.

"Oh shit" she was shocked into english for a moment, "Seyoonie I'm sorry are you okay?"

Before he could answer Guerin felt Byeongkwan reaching for the song selecter again and she yanked it instinctively away from him, which moved her closer to Seyoon. He used her momentum to pull her closer to him, but switching to look at Byeongkwan.

"Stop antagonizing her, at this rate she'll accidentally kill me." Seyoon said with a grin. Guerin tsked and pulled away from him. She had enjoyed feeling his hands on her and being so close to him, but she while she may have been too tipsy to make a snarky comeback with that level of distraction, she wasn't drunk enough to act on it.

"It's not my fault she's not watching where she's going." Byeongkwan shrugged.

Jun had surreptitiously settled in Guerins abandoned spot next to Charlie and was offering her another drink.

"Noona do you have a song picked out?" Chan asked, opening a bag of chips.

"Oh yes! Charlie is gonna sing with me!" Guerin spun and held her hand out to her friend who got up to join her. Jun looked disappointed for a moment until Guerin started the song choice. A.C.E all laughed and cheered as Take Me Higher came over the speakers.

The two women had a grand time singing along heartily, eagerly using the two dance moves they knew from the performance (poorly) and freestyle dancing the rest (also poorly). Guerin also mixed in randomly singing to each member of A.C.E, but she stopped when she sang the lyrics "I want you, I need you, say you love me" to Seyoon who had a big grin that started to falter. She threw herself back into the song and the two wrapped up with big cheers from the audience. Charlie flopped back into her seat between Donghun and Jun while Guerin sat next to Byeongkwan at the end of the couch.

"That was amazing!" Jun cheered and clapped loudly, giving Charlie a standing ovation.

"I'm glad you guys liked it." Charlie beamed up at him.

"Noona, maybe you could come to our dance practice sometime, before you try that again in public." Byeongkwan suggested to Guerin.

"Do you want to die?" She joked, throwing her arm around him and pulling him into a healock, but completely unable to keep a straight face.

"Aah, I'm kidding I'm sorry!" Byeongkwan tapped at her arm.

"Charlie you sing really well!" Donghun said. Guerin noticed him lean in closer to her friend as Jun's smile faded a bit, eyes moving back and forth between the two.

"Stop, I'm not a singer." Charlie protested.

"No really! We should sing a song together." Donghun pressed.

"Nooo you'll make me sound so bad." She waved her hand in protest, "Really you're being too nice."

Donghun took hold of her waving hand, "I'm serious, let's-"

Before he could finish his sentence Jun grabbed her hand away from Donghun and pulled her up toward him, he held her hand tightly, staring at Donghun, then moving his eyes to Charlie, "I like you. I don't want to see him flirt with you like that."

Charlie was flabbergasted. Her mouth worked as her mind caught up to what had just happened. Byeongkwan tapped lightly on Guerins arm, she had forgotten she was holding him as things unfolded and she quickly let him go but no one said anything else.

"I'm sorry to bring it up so suddenly but-" he suddenly couldn't speak anymore as Charlie took his hands and pulled him in for a kiss. Jun looked shocked.

"Sorry, I like you too. I got carried away." She looked down suddenly shy again but Jun beamed, pulled her chin up and kissed her again. Guerin, Byeongkwan and Donghun both cheered and bounced up. Seyoon had a big smile on his face, Chan looked shocked with a somewhat vacant smile on his face.

"I'm sorry Jun-ah, but you weren't doing anything so I thought I'd egg you on." Donghun clapped both of them on the back. Jun shot him a glare, "That's great so you can stop forever now." Guerin resisted bouncing over to Charlie and forced herself to sit back down. Seyoon scooted over to her.

"Did you know about this?" He asked, still smiling and watching.

"Well I knew Charlie liked him, but I wasn't sure about Jun." She looked at Seyoon, "Did you know?"

"Yeah, he talked to us." He responded.

"He wasn't sure he'd ever act on it, and if he did this wasnt in his plan." Chan piped up, laying across Seyoon to join the conversation.

The rest of the evening was spent drinking, singing and dancing. And, in the case of Charlie and Jun, holding hands and smiling at each other. Even Guerin with her high tolerance for alcohol managed to get well into tipsy by the time they were ready to wrap up.

"Are you okay getting home?" Charlie asked her friend, concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'll just take a taxi or something." Guerin waved off her friend. She had heard Jun asking Charlie to get a coffee somewhere so they could talk and there was no way she was going to interrupt that. The two of them went their separate way, A.C.E held back until Guerin was able to flag down a taxi and get in before they headed off to their dorm.

"She was kind of drunk, think she'll be okay?" Donghun, peaked backwards concerned.

"Yeah, cabs can be creepy especially toward women." Byeongkwan added.

Chan looked genuinely concerned, "Normally I wouldn't worry about her but..."

"You guys go ahead without me." Seyoon peeled off and ran back to the taxi, stopping it and sliding into the backseat.

"Idiots. All of them." Donghun shook his head.

"What are you doing?" Guerin asked in surprise as Seyoon slid into the seat next to her.

Seyoon thanked the driver and apologized to him before answering Guerin, "Just making sure you get home safe. You never know these days." He said with a shrug.

"You're silly." She scoffed, "But that's very considerate of you, thank you."

They were quiet for a minute before Guerin spoke again, "Tonight was so much fun, thanks for letting Charlie and I crash your party."

Seyoon laughed, "It was never our party. Jun planned this after he invited Charlie and you."

Guerin covered her mouth to keep from laughing too loud, "He is slick." She giggled.

"It was fun anyway. We have fun when you're around." Seyoon said offhandedly looking at Guerin.

She smiled shyly then reach up to cover his eyes with her hand, "You have such an unsettling habit of staring directly at people." She laughed nervously trying to cover up her own reaction to the direct eye contact. He reached for her hand and pulled it down so she could see him still looking at her.

"You don't want me to look at you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows to accentuate his curious smile.

"I don't mean it like that. It's just a lot to look at you sometimes." Guerin tried to cover her tracks without thinking. She puffed out her cheeks realizing what she had said too late and looked straight ahead. Seyoon reached over to poke her cheek which caused her to glance at him from the corner of her eye and giggle. "Sorry, I'm not thinking straight. Just forget it."

His classic smile remained in place as he shrugged in acceptance and leaned back, just happy to have pestered her.

"Hey so what is your company's policy on dating?" Guerin asked suddenly.

"Our... dating? Why?" Seyoon was surprised by the sudden question.

"I'm curious for Charlie." She answered.

"Ah... I see." He nodded for a moment, trying to ignore the moment of disappointment he felt, "We can date. They want to know and I don't know how they'd go about it as far as announcing it." He shrugged, "I guess we'll find out."

"That's good at least. I'm glad you're allowed to be human." She smiled at him.

He bit his lip then slid his hand over to rest on top of hers, "Me too." He added, staring straight ahead. Her hand twitched under his but she didn't pull away. They sat like that for the next few minutes in silence until arriving at her apartment. She thanked him for riding with her home and tried to pay which Seyoon had to threaten to take her card away before she gave up. Once inside her apartment she washed her face, changed into pajamas then collapsed onto her bed.

"What the shit." She said to herself, flopping around in frustration under the covers.

[rosesinapril16]

The little things

What resulted from listening to a Goblin OST playlist on Spotify...  I think the two songs that best suit this scenario are “Heaven” by Roy Kim & Kim EZ and “Beautiful” by Crush. I tried not to mention any names so that it can be up to the readers mind, but for me... my mind drifted towards Namjoon of BTS. What can I say? I'm total BTS trash TT^TT  Sorry that it’s not very generalized...I was thinking about him and I while writing it lol Enjoy!  ______________________

It was the little things he did that made my love for him only grow exponentially.

The way he would come from behind to hug me. He would burry his nose in the crook of my neck, inhale my scent, let out a sigh, and lastly a kiss that made the skin on my neck tingle in delight. I, of course, would lean back against him, not wanting him to let go. “I’m going to miss you” he said to me as he tightened his hold against me. “I’ll miss you.” i placed my hand over his and nudged my head against him. “It won’t be too long this time, though.” “I’m sorry.” he whispered against my neck and i felt a frown form on his mouth. “Don’t be.” i began to say as i turned my body to properly face him. "Please don’t ever feel apologetic towards me. This is your job and i understand that. I understood that when i fell for you and when we started dating.” I paused “If i didn’t think i could handle it i wouldn’t have been so adamant about pursuing you. Don’t forget it was me that asked you out.” I cockily said, snide smile forming on my face and quickly i saw his facial expression change. “Oh, was it really? That's not how i remember it.” he placed his hands on my hips and smirked. His eyebrow lifted and i couldn’t help but smile as i remembered the day we both drunkenly confessed to each other at almost the exact same moment. To be fair we both weren’t exactly drunk- more like tipsy and rambling about how some of our mutual friends would make a good couple. Somehow that lead to us and i just couldn’t help but confess at the exact same moment he did. I hysterically laughed to the point of tears and he simply shook his head against his hands at the fact that this entire time we’d both had feelings for each other after so many months of being friends and me thinking it was one sided. “Just one second. You beat my confession by one second but it was still me that asked you out.” he grinned and i admitted defeat. Those dimples always got the best of me. “You know,” i snaked my hands around his waist pulling his torso slightly against mine “i feel like our time apart really makes me realize how lucky i am.” “Because you get the apartment to yourself and you get to dance in your underwear without any, ehem, interruptions by me?” his eyebrows slightly wriggling causing me to let out a soft chuckle. “Well yes, if by interruptions you mean spontaneous sex sessions, but it also makes me appreciate you more. I realize how truly blessed i am to have you be my partner and call you mine. I’m extremely thankful towards you for the happiness and light you’ve brought into my life. I admit at first i would get really sad and upset that you had to leave me alone for so long only to come back for a few days before you had to leave again.” his face turned sullen “But now i only think about the beautiful moments we’ve experienced together and how i eagerly await to make many more beautiful memories with you when you come back to me. I also think about the beautiful moments you’re experiencing by yourself and with the members and the beautiful memories you’re giving your fans.” “I miss you immensely while you’re gone, i’m not going to lie, but with those memories we’ve made i still feel like a part of you is here with me.” We both stayed quiet, relishing in the moment and i felt he was still taking in the words i’d just said. At this point he didn’t respond he simply took me in for a tight embrace, refusing to let go. “Thank you. I love you, so much."

The way he would pretend not to be scared when we were watching scary movies but his body language clearly said otherwise. We would both start out with a bit of space in between us as we sat on the couch. "Stretching space", he would call it, "because we’re both pretty tall.” It was during the jump scares, some of the bits that scared me the most, that he would slightly flinch causing his eyes to blink a certain way and he would subconsciously scoot closer to me. Once i started noticing he did that i would simply cuddle up closer to him. “You scared?” he whispered to me. “Mhm. You already know these types of movies give me nightmares.” i replied, intertwining my hand with his. “Then why do you keep wanting to watch them?” he looked at out our hands and gave me a peck on my forehead. “Because i don’t like watching them alone. I only watch them with you. Plus i know how much you love them” i stroked his thumb with mine, then brought the back of his hand to my lips as i let out a snide smile. “You just love torturing me when i’m back, don’t you?” he said as he chuckled. “Its okay, you know i’ll get my payback later tonight.”

The way his hair was so messy whenever he woke up and his face was always in that same dopey daze-like state when he would tell me good morning. All he had to do to fix his hair from the disaster it was when he first woke up was either shake his head a bit or run his fingers through it it, or a bit of both, and i deeply envied that about him. “You know, i really don’t get it.” I said as i put my glasses on and sat up on our bed. “You fix your hair in a matter of seconds, literal seconds, and i have to spend anywhere from half an hour to an hour and a half to look decent. And thats just hair.” “Babe,” he began to say as he moved closer to me, laid his head on my lap and looked up at me “do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” “Is that you talking or your morning wood?” i said glancing over at the bulge in his boxers. “Mostly me. But junior here never lies either.” he stretched out a bit and let out a soft chuckle which was music to my ears since his voice was still quite gruff from having just woken up. “You’re beautiful. You know that, right?” he said to me again sternly, looking at me lovingly letting me know he truly meant the words that came out of his mouth. “Of course i know that.” i cheekily smiled, returning his loving gaze. “I love you.” “I love you.” he replied, nuzzling his face against my legs.

The way he would smile and stare at me whenever he would catch me dancing. It was mostly while i was doing house chores or whenever i played my music when i thought i was home alone. It was always bachata that made me sway my hips the most and really dance. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t often that i played it, only when i was feeling really home sick and needed something to remind me of my family and my more youthful days. When i knew he was staring at me i would purposely slowly make my way towards him, without letting him know he was being completely obvious, and when i would finally get close enough to him i would grab him by the hand and pull him to dance with me. He’d never really put in any effort to bother to learn how to dance bachata so whenever i tried to get him to dance with me he would make an excuse about how stiff his hips were and how he couldn’t move them like i did. “You’re really going to say you have stiff hips after the countless body waves you’ve done on stage and the amount of times we’ve had sex? I’ve seen and felt the way your hips move, and its definitely not stiff.” i said as i excitedly placed my hands on his hips. "Todays the day, oh boyfriend of mine. Today you learn how to dance bachata.” And after roughly 30 minutes of youtube tutorials, him practicing diligently, and a few practice runs, he finally had the basic concept down to a T. Granted, he wasn’t the best dancer in general, but neither was i and thats what made this whole experience even better. “I still prefer just watching you dance.” he said over the music. Still staring at me and still dazzlingly smiling at me.

The way he would concentrate when reading a book. 

 The way he laughed at his own jokes. 

 The way he would bob his head rhythmically when he was working on music. 

The way he loves skinship but always insists I’m the one that loves it. 

 The way he would run his hand through his hair. 

 The way he snickered when I curse in spanish. 

The way his face becomes serious when he’s upset. 

The way he would trace little circles on my skin when he has trouble sleeping. 

The way he would kiss my neck teasingly because he knew it was my weak spot. 

 The way he sighs whenever he eats something delicious. 

The way he smiles and gets shy/cocky whenever i compliment him. 

 The way his voice sounds when he just wakes up. 

 The way we could be thousands of miles apart and still make me feel like the most special and loved girl in the world.

These are the little things i remind myself of every day as i live my life without him here next to me, while he’s busy with his career. I remind myself of these things because even though i always miss him immensely, i always know he’ll be back. I always know he will text me when he can or call me when he can. Somedays he even sneaks away for a few hours just to drop by and visit our home. During schedule when he’s close by, he’ll come by at night just to sleep next to me and holds me against him. We might stay up and talk for a few minutes but eventually, sleep wins the battle. In the morning when i wake up, however, there's only a few traces of him to confirm that it wasn’t just a dream. But every day I'm thankful for having him in my life, for giving me the love i thought i didn’t deserve, for bringing me so much joy, and for teaching me to always love myself.