#clearly thats what the game is supposed to be about right /s

[fadetouchedsilk]

i know in my soul the solavellan pandering is about to be off the Charts but im wondering if it'll even be enjoyable for them lmfao

[theoccultz]

Hello guys (:

So I'm finally free from my work

let's play a game 🎯

Let's do it " THE OLD WAY "

And since we are closing 2024 with a big sigh this is supposed to be a fun game , just to have great energy exchange with each other

I'll keep this game open for a week so dw there will be two slots if I'm getting a lot questions!!

Rules :

You must be following me

Reblog + Like

Include your pronouns

Send in your ask through ask box

Anons are allowed

Use the emoji related to your question

Be respectful, be patient and do not question my credibility if you didn't get to hear the answer you wanted to hear .

If you have not followed the rules or you joined the game when the status was OFF I'll inform you

Make sure to list your initials and your fav planet (THATS IT. Do . No . Include . Any . Extra .things .I hate it )

You must specify your question I have list down some questions but you can ask questions of your own choice ( if you are asking about a person then let me know if they are your cousin or your crush with their initials )

You have to give me a short exchange about the questions you are asking me ( so if you are asking about What should I improve about myself ? You should provide me with five-six lines , or a moodboard related to me or my energy , anything but there should be something

🧸- use this emoji to get message from your deity , higher self , spirit guides , demons , god whatever you believe in ( please make sure you specify which deity do you want me to reach out to for eg -Lilith )

🎀- use this emoji for getting a message about yourself (you have to specify your question like what is attractive about me , how do people perceive me , what is my main character energy , etc )

🔥- use this emoji to figure out who is sending you sexual energy , what is your sexual energy like or if you have a partner what are their kinks etc just +18 topics in general)

👾- use this emoji to know who is obsessed with you , who's all up in your energy , if they have got reading done on you , what are they saying about you )

☠️- use this emoji to ask about the spirit in your house , spirit who's attached , your connection or incident with any spirit in general.

❤️‍🔥- D/R , S/O questions ( in this you have to specify who you are manifesting to get details of your choice like what do they think about me and stuff but please make sure you specify your question and that person )

⭐- send this emoji to know about your next glow up , opportunities coming towards you , your energy right now n in few months , your next month, just what is "next" for you .

💗- use this emoji for a reality check you need about yourself, a connection , just things you might be missing or not seeing clearly.

👻- this is for my students so they know how can they be more efficient in their studies , how can they prepare for their next exam , what are they worrying about , how the exams gonna be like and things you should prepare for )

👀- this is for my curious cats who wants to know what a specific person thinks , feel n how they see them ( how does my sister feels about me , how does my hr see me, what do this friend of mine think about me , how does my neighbour see me etc )

💌- f/s , s/o questions to know about your person ,how will you two meet , their dark side , how are they in a relationship, what is their type etc ( but it's specifically for a love connection)

🗞️- use this emoji for other veryyy specific questions ( as in why do they stare at me , will this situation work out in my favour , why do they favour me more than others , what is this person's problem )

🩸- use this for questions related to your ancestors line , what powers were you born with , what makes you 'you' , how can you heal that bond etc )

Status : OFF

Slot 1 reservations

[katie-delaney]

WIP Game

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence / excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Tagged by @gyokujyn

My word was LUSTY. Excerpts are below the cut, note that some are NSFW explicit content/ABO stuff. Stucky, Evanstan, and one that's going to be Bucky/Ransom Drysdale.

These were hard to find...I'm sure I only managed it cos I have about 10 WIPs at the moment...

L - AU Bucky/Ransom Drysdale

“Look at that.” Bucky uses a lot of Brock’s lines when he’s interrogating people. They work pretty well. “Guess I know what he gave you then.”

“What the fuck, oh my God.” Ransom blinks, twisting in his chair. “What is that?!”

“I don’t know it’s actual name, but I can tell you in about five minutes you’re gonna start begging me to fuck you. And you’ll feel like you’re gonna die if I don’t.”

Ransoms eyes are wide.

“Thats...oh god. Fuck. You people are fucked up.”

Bucky nods. Now the kid's getting it. Bucky’s not usually easily aroused, he blames it on spending half his time with Brock, but his dick is definitely getting interesting in poor little Ransom, squirming in his chair.

“Its just another method of torture,” Bucky says, shrugging.

“You mean you can make it stop?”

“Sure, by shoving my dick in you.”

“Fucksake.”

“Even then it won’t last long though, generally you have to keep getting fucked for a few hours if you don’t want it to send you crazy.”

“That’s got to be a war crime.”

“I think I am a war crime.” Bucky’s sure Pierce said that to him once. U - Unnamed Captain Hydra (Alpha) using Virgin Service Omega Bucky (it's his first day, poor baby)

“Uh, yes, sir, Captain, Steve,” Bucky stays quickly, clearly panicking.

Steve’s lips twitch up.

“You ever event scented an Alpha before?”

“No, Steve.” Bucky blushes.

“Do I smell good to you?”

Bucky blushes even harder.

“Y…es, Steve.”

“How old are you, Bucky?” Steve asks, keeping close, talking right into the Omega’s ear.

“I’m 18, Steve.”

“How’s a pretty thing like you stayed a virgin for so long?”

Bucky looks down at his feet.

“I uh...presented late and I’m...from a pretty small village. Not many Alphas around.”

Steve pulls Bucky’s chin up, forces him to look at him again.

“Hmm. You poor thing. Don’t worry,” he purrs into Bucky’s ear. “I’ll break you in real good. Once you’ve taken me, you’ll be able to handle anyone, you’ll be a pro in no time.”

S - Sliding Chapter 2 - Evanstan

Seb sits across the table from Chris and tries not to make unnecessary eye contact. They’ve all been dragged out to drinks. Seb was planning on just going back to his room and waiting for drinks, but everyone else had agreed, and he worried about acting suspicious if he failed to go along. Besides, if Chris was going out for drinks, there wasn’t any point in waiting in the hotel room all night for him, not knowing when he’ll come back. He’d not even said yes for definite. It’d be sad if he turned down a night out and then Chris didn’t even show up.

He's regretting it now. He’s sure the fact that Chris has fucked him is written all over his face. In every look he gives Chris. In every look Chris gives him. He looks down into his glass. He didn’t even know if Chris is going to show up, after this, or ever again, there was no promises made. It was just a fuck in a bathroom. Seb needs to calm down...but the way he’d held him down against the sink and fucked him...that had felt like it would lead to a yes.

T - Who's Afraid of Little Old Me, Chapter 2

There’s no response and Bucky hears no noise coming from anywhere. It’s silent, and pitch black, and Bucky starts to freak out. He could be fucking anywhere, Steve could have left him like this, left him to die, somewhere no one will ever find him and –

“Help! Help me!” Bucky yells at the top of his voice.

“Jesus Christ, puppy, I knew I should have gagged you.” Steve’s glowing golden eyes appear out of nowhere in the dark about a meter from him.

Bucky jumps, he didn’t hear any footsteps or movement in the room, but he supposes Steve is a vampire.

“What the fuck?” he yells.

“Hey, settle down, baby boy,” Steve simpers. “Or I’ll shut you up myself.”

Y - Vanity Fair Chapter 11 :D

“Yeah? Should I fuck off then, go help Peter with lunch?”

Bucky grabs the back of Steve’s head in response to keep him still. Steve smirks, raising his eyebrows at Bucky and waiting. God. Bucky hates him. He takes a deep breath and tries to think about what he wants.

“I want your fingers in my ass,” he says eventually, his cheeks flushing and blood thudding in his veins.

“Okay, beautiful, step forward a little bit for me.”

[silvyysthings]

Same anon about the therapist and this is the last reply im going to give

Cant you guys read sarcasm? My 1st ask was not supposed to be taken as a direct quote from the article, i want to say obviously but seems like thats not the case.

What im saying is the point of going to therapy is to sort through the issues you have, for example if someone is a victim of abuse and they blame themselves for it, therapy should help you see that the person who abused you is the one who should be held accountable and not you, as the abused.

Now in armies case, for him to take all the blame is not right because they consented, people around him (mostly all the ex) also took advantage of him whether its his money, sexual satisfaction, fame or connections, and if his therapy did not make him realize that then whats the point? Im not taking about the divorce phycologist, but his personal one.

When i went through my trauma i talked like armie did in the interview, i took all the blame, which led me to a couple of s*icide attempts, but after i went to counceling and therapy i now know that not everything is my fault, that its not a blame game but rather to know which instances i have a personal accountability for and some that i dont, because if i carry all the burden then its just dead weight.

But like i said, i do hope it only sounds like that because of the way they edited the article because there are also some people who has the same views as i do. Also english is not my native language so i might not explain my thoughts as clearly and constructively.

"Now in armies case, for him to take all the blame is not right because they consented, people around him (mostly all the ex) also took advantage of him whether its his money, sexual satisfaction, fame or connections..... "

agree 💯💯 on this

in any case armie must have pondered what he meant and felt like expressing it that way, I' m proud of him for not hiding, I think he shouldn't take any blame as you said honestly, this dynamic was a give and take.

[volskayadottxt]

time to engage in some Speculation*

*seriously, don't pretend i have secret insider info

**i could be booboo the fool here

***thats why im posting this here (no one reads this really) and not on twitter and im already beginning to have second thoughts abt keeping it up so we'll see i guess

i'm not gonna say that aaron's blog post today isn't pr-washed, it totally is (wouldn't get published otherwise). i didn't expect to see any blame laid at the foot of corporate mismanagement. but what i did expect (and did see) is creative mismanagement i've (and others) suspected for a hot minute.

team 4 originally thinking of themselves as an 'mmo team' post-ow launch, with their ultimate goal being the rebuilding of project titan, explains so many strange creative decisions kaplan and the old leadership made prior to his departure. they never really saw ow as we saw ow. we saw it as a fun competitive shooter. they saw it as a stepping stone on the way to creating this massive mmofps.

early in ow's history there were so many weird balancing decisions (example: trying to make each hero equally viable in all situations, balancing around quick play). before the closed beta, im pretty sure they only wanted ow to be playable in dedicated teams of 6. meaning no solo queue. which seems like a REALLY weird decision for a competitive fps, right?

well, now it makes sense. they saw ow as this small part into building this big mmo. chasing that white whale that was project titan. and yeah, in hindsight, easy to think "well they couldn't make it work once, why did they think they could the next time?" well they probably didn't expect ow to be a big runaway success, either. they might've felt like they had the right idea, wrong approach.

it also explains (although i think budgets fall into this as well) why they didn't want to just build a new team for ow2's endgame pve. they saw team 4 as the team that did "everything." that handled the whole franchise.

ironically, we probably wouldn't have gotten archives or (in august) ow2's story missions if it wasn't for that creative vision. we know from former ow producer tracy kennedy that kaplan was thinking of a sequel before ow1 even shipped. that was ow2 and its pve, and eventually... ow3?? the mmo?? so it was something they'd prolly planned to start exploring early in ow1's life cycle.

this also explains why the original ow2 announcement in 2019 was so controversial (thats ignoring the whole blitzchung stuff, which i have zero desire to talk about). i remember kaplan being... kinda hostile in some interviews. like, he was interviewed by nathan grayson during blizzcon 2019 for kotaku. in the published version, grayson expressed frustration that ow1's development had been put on ice for a sequel he didn't really want or expect. kaplan mentioned this first interview in a second interview later (although grayson wasn't mentioned by name). like, he was being professional abt it i guess, but he was clearly upset grayson did not understand the vision and sorta accused him of insulting his team (which i don't think grayson was trying to do, either).

but also--how were we supposed to react? we had no idea the goal was to make titan again. we just assumed ow would function like lol or dota. i guess i can't help but be a little angry. i think the team meant nothing but the best, but a lot of fandom angst could've been avoided if we were told abt what ow1 was (a stepping stone to a larger project) instead of what we thought it was (an always supported online game).

this of course ignores all the corporate mismanagement, which i suspect Jason The Video Game Reporter Guy will cover in the next few weeks. i hold no love for kotick and his goons. but if what aaron is saying is at least marginally true, then the old vision was also a problem. its very easy to lay all the blame at abk corporate and a lot should be, but someone had to pull the creative plug earlier i feel.

at the very least, we now have leadership that's willing to make the tough choices, i guess? i'm certain the mentality of many will be "well they should've done this years ago" but hindsight is 20/20. i'd rather focus on rebuilding now (which is what i think the goal is). and while i have issues w ow2 in it's current state, there's also quite a bit of things i like, and quite a lot of goodwill their narrative team has fostered with me (it helps that the lore/characters/story are my favorite thing perhaps).

i also don't really "blame" aaron or jared. it sucks they've become the face of this when it was a different team, with different members, different structure, different makeup. yes aaron was there but he also wasn't director or ep. jared's been at blizz for like 6 months. i'm not saying trust them wholeheartedly but also... don't treat them inhumanly either.

[chaoticsaints]

I find it pretty funny that Keith David is a president/vice president in Rick and Morty and Saints Row 4. Do you think their universes could be connected?

To be honest with you, I do. ive thought about this since i was like 16, but i also thought the idea was slightly cringe (at the time, now i let my cringe free). i could soo totally see boss and rick getting along so well, the fact theyre both reckless and flirty, the way they both act like "im tough, i dont care about anyone" but in reality they care so much that theyre willing to sacrifice themselves for their loved ones. plus cmon, the fact they both can not only avoid authority so well, but the fact theyve both been able to get out of jail with little to no actual punishment for their crimes? oh thats best friends right there i think. plus we can imply that saints row has some sort of canon/lore connection to adult swim tv show lore anyways, since jimmy - the guy who makes Johnny tag in the clones dlc for saints row 3 - is clearly supposed to be the nerd from robot chicken (literally even featuring the same voice - which iirc is done by seth green)

additionally with the fact that a song from the tim and eric show (the sports theme) as well as the aqua teen hunger force them and a MF doom song being included on the radio sound track? i mean i know adult swim did contribute to the game, but its not entirely clear in what way the adult swim universe is tied into saints row. especially cos they drop nearly all references to it outside of the fact im pretty sure you can have johnny tag and clone aisha as companions in sr4 (not entirely sure though since its been months since i played sr4 last and you do have to unlock them).

plus the line that the president has in the "get schwifty" episode' "...I'm the goddamn president of the united fucking states"... totally sounds like something he'd say when being confronted by boss for his backstabbing...

which honestly not to be tangential but i have to talk about that now bc im sooo realizing how genius it is to make keith backstab boss.... especially because he does it right before you get put into a simulation where you have to fight Julius little? i may hark on saints row 4's writing but goddd the fan service they give to us can be soo good. It almost makes me wonder if keith david is a clone or hologram that zinyak made specifically to betray/trick boss - especially since hes the only one (other than Benjamin king, but this you could argue Ben wasnt immune to it, since it was teased in the cutscene, plus you could make the point that boss doesnt see Ben the same way they see someone like johnny whos been a long time friend and companion and even someone like matt miller, who may be a genuine threat - posessing skills boss doesnt have/understands - but boss still sees him as "lesser" or equal to them bc of who matt is outside of his keyboard) who rejects boss' advances in the ship. especially because his bitterness not only towards boss, but zinyak. He makes a mention of originally campaigning to be the president before "zinyak kicked the stool out from under him", and since hes aware earth is gone... why would he care abt being president of holograms? some of the plot points they make in sr4 are a tad annoying for the reason that they love to set up stuff like this, and the audio log collectables tell us so much, yet, they wont do anything with it unless its inherently funny.

dont get me wrong, love saints row's humor but i just wish they wouldnt sacrifice interesting plots and characters for it. And i wish they would solidify canon more.

TLDR; i do think saints row and rick and morty are connected in some way yes. the way i think the saints row universe is indeed intertwined with other adult swims shows due to saints row 3 giving us plenty of hints that the universe are connected in some way.

[rogueddie]

Steve has always been confused when people describe family- the structure, what it means to them, any of it. His parents were always distant with him. The babysitters they hired weren't any better.

He's never really considered family important or significant. It's a meaningless word to him. He has his relatives and that's it. He doesn't have any family, not the way people describe it as anyway.

Well. He used to think like that. He thought like that for a while and, for most of that time, he was right. But it very quickly turned around.

It started with Dustin.

The kid was clearly in awe of Steve. Steve had seen it clear as day and found himself desperate to keep him safe. And he did- he worked hard to keep the brat alive, despite repeated efforts to undermine that. And Dustin is so fiercely loyal.

"You die, I die!" Dustin had yelled at him once.

Steve had stared at him, with a sudden cold realization; he loves Dustin. The kid is his family. A weird mix between a little brother and a son. And Dustin clearly felt just as strong for him.

He already knew how ready he was to die for Dustin. He knew now, without a doubt, that nothing would be able to stop him from keeping him safe.

But, he reasoned, one pseudo-kid is enough.

Then Lucas had turned to him one summer. He wanted to get into basketball and knew Steve used to play. It was supposed to be simple practices, some tips and things like that. Nothing special, just advice between friends. Because that's all they were, at the time.

Over the summer, with all the time spent together, they quickly because good friends. And, again, Steve kept telling himself that it's just that. Friends. He's already got a weird pseudo-kid with Dustin.

Watching the game, however, quickly shatters that illusion. As soon as Lucas had stepped onto the court, Steve thought; "thats my kid!"

And Steve thought having one kid was a blessing- a horrible, sarcastic, needy blessing but a blessing none-the-less. Having two is chaotic, but oddly comforting. They're both so different and fill spaces in his heart he hadn't known were empty. They're more family than Steve had ever thought he'd be allowed to have.

But Max had quickly stepping into the picture.

There was always something about her that made Steve feel even more protective. Their first real time spent together being that van, the demodogs, definitely didn't help. He doesn't think he'll ever forget hearing her scream. He doesn't think he's ever moved as fast as he had then.

Seeing Billy getting aggressive with Lucas had only heightened it all. He'd only known Max a few days when he realized that she would never be able to shake him now.

Even when Max tried to push him away, after Billys death, saying the cruelest things she could thing of to get him to back off, he hadn't. He'd simply started to call her parents instead, made sure they knew if they needed anything, if Max ever wanted to vent to him again, he's still there. He's still waiting.

Seeing her in a hospital dead, essentially dead just… it feels like someone has shoved their arm down his throat and pulled his lungs out. Like someone has taken something so vital...

The only comfort, the only person who seems to settle him, is Eddie Munson. But... Eddie isn't part of his little pseudo-family. He wants him to be. He doesn't. It's... confusing. Because he likes Eddie.

Eddie, who lets Steve hold his fingers to his wrist so he can feel his pulse. Eddie, who insists on being moved into a wheelchair so Steve isn't sat in Maxs room alone. Eddie, who doesn't let anyone make Steve go home even though he probably should. Eddie, who looks at Steve like he hasn't failed him or the kids.

One day, Steve asks. He has to, he has to know.

"You're a good dad to them," Eddie explains. He quickly holds up a hand when Steve tries to deny it. "You are. And you aren't the only one who forgets it. You need someone to look out for you too and, since Buckley is too busy hitting on your ex, you're stuck with me."

"I'm not stuck," is all Steve could think to say.

"Hm?"

Steve ducks his head, tries to pull back but Eddie just holds onto his hand tighter. "I'm not... I don't feel stuck. With you."

"Good."

Steve glanced up. Eddie rewarding him with a bright grin, lifting his hand up to kiss the back of it. Steve can feel his face heating up. He doesn't feel embarrassed though, hopes the little smirk means that Eddie is taking his blush as encouragement.

[mrvlbimbo]

hey babes!

so I have this request n basically I was think about an eddie munson x bimbo!reader ( cuz their my favs ) but like make the bimbo!reader kind of like the mom friend of the group. Like whenever Eddie brings her to his friends she always has everything they need and is very mother like. I just think that’s so cute <3

Anyway bye I hope you have a great day! Ily 🫶🏾

YES BC LETS TALK ABT IT

this ones long so i'm gonna one of those squiggly line things here

also like a good bit of talk abt pregnancy and having kids so if thats not ur thing im just warning u now

I’ve mentioned before her being a sports mom but like can u imagine.

She walks up to the lunch table and stands beside Eddie with a hand on his shoulder, clearly about to announce something.

“Lucas, I heard someone is on the starting lineup for tonight’s game.” She smiled brightly at him, clearly very proud of the boy.

She may or may not have had her parents bribe the coach to let him (a freshman) start for the championship game

“Oh yeah it’s not a big deal, you guys have hellfire right?” Lucas asks, trying to brush it off so Eddie doesn’t get mad about basketball being brought up at his lunch table.

“It’s a huge deal! We’re all so proud of you.” Her hand on Eddie’s shoulder creeps up to the back of his neck, her thumb brushing over his pulse in a way that she knows drives him crazy. “No hellfire tonight, we’re all going to be there to support you. Isn’t that right Eddie?”

She stills her motion for a second as she waits for his response. His brain is fuzzy with need and he would say just about anything for her to keep touching him so he mumbles out a weak “yep.”

And to his credit he does postpone hellfire and order the whole club to go see Lucas’ game instead. But that has nothing to do with the fact his girlfriend promised him a “special treat” for after.

Before he knows it their in her room getting ready to go pick all the kids up and bring them to the game when she comes out of the bathroom wearing a little robe that barely covers the top of her lace number peaking out.

“What’s this, sugar?“ Eddie mumbles, hands smoothing over her sides to bunch up the fanfic and see what’s underneath.

“That, is a surprise,” she giggled, pushing away from him and securing the robe back over her body. Not before he gets a peak of the lingerie set beneath.

Its his favorite shade of pink, and yes he has a favorite shade because he's decided it's the one that compliments her skin tone the best. "Boo, you're no fun," he grumbled, falling back on to the bed dramatically as she goes to change into her outfit for the night.

He of course can't seem to wait for later for his surprise, pulling her into his arms as soon as she comes back and sitting her in his lap on the bed for a messy makeout session.

"Baaaabe please can I see?" he whines, hands bunching up the fabric of her skirt.

"ok just a peak," she agrees. But before he can make good on his request, they hear loud knocking on their door.

"Who is it?" her cheery voice rings out, hopping off Eddie's lap (much to his dismay) to open the door.

When she opens the door mike is standing there looking furious "you were supposed to pick us up 30 minutes ago," he fumes, angry at the fact they definitely won't have time to stop for snacks.

"It's ok Mikey, I have snacks here. Plus Eddie drives fast, I promise we'll be there on time." She makes her voice even softer if thats possible, giving the boy a pat on the head that he would certainly rebuff if it was from anyone else.

"ok, so I can just like...get snacks from your kitchen."

"Of course sweetie, take whatever you want. Make yourself at home, we'll be down in a minute."

When she turns back around Eddie is gawking and giving her the cutest little heart-eyed expression. "mommy," he mumbles under his breath, getting up to give her a quick but heated kiss and then head downstairs to get the car started.

She stumbles down the stairs after him, wobbling in her high heels. She greeted by the sight of a bunch of freshmen ransacking her kitchen and the foyer.

She just smiles and sighs. Offering them a tote back from the pantry to house all their snacks. As the boys squabble over the last box of toaster strudels, she notices max sitting on the couch alone.

"Hey Maxie! I love the outfit, you look so cute." She of course referred to the beige and green sweater that Max was wearing, courtesy of her closet.

"Couldn't miss it," she grumbled, clearly less than enthusiastic about the game.

"Well, I'm glad you're here. Always nice to have another girl. Aaaand do you think maybe I could do your hair pretty please?" she begs, poking her lip out in a pout and giving the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah ok fine." the corners of her lips turned up into a smile despite her best efforts to pull her face into a scowl.

She giggles and sits down on the couch next to her, hands playing in her hair and skillfully twisting it into an intricate formation.

When she's done, she notices Eddie staring at her with that same look from earlier. "What, you goof?" she smiles up at him, grabbing his chin and pulling him down for a quick kiss.

He pulls back to say what he was going to but he gets lost looking into her eyes.

"Oh my god, gross," Max groans, springing up from the couch and going to stand stoically over next to the boys.

Eddie shakes his head, chuckling at his awkwardness. "we gotta get going babe, the kids need a ride."

She couldn't help the way her heart leapt when he said that. Even though they obviously weren't old enough to have kids in Highschool there was something to be said about how much she liked playing house with Eddie.

"mhm, let me just grab my camera. I want to get a picture of my boys." She scurried off to find a camera while Eddie and the freshmen huddled together next to the door, awaiting her return and knowing she'd be grumpy if they weren't in formation when she returned.

She snaps the picture quickly and tucks the camera away in her purse for later.

"How do I look, babe?" Eddie chides, trying to snatch her bag and look at the picture.

"Very handsome, as always. But we're going to be late so hurry your handsome ass to the car please."

"Yes ma'am." Eddie gives her a mock salute and turns on his heels, practically running out to the car with the boys in tow.

"I call shotgun!" Dustin shouted, scrambling to the passenger door of the car.

"No dude. My girlfriend gets to sit shotgun." Eddie was stern, shaking his head and giving her a look like, can u believe this kid?

"Oh that's ok. Dustin you can sit shotgun if you want." Eddie pouts at that, not happy at the idea she won't be sitting next to him.

That is until she gets into the drivers seat after him and sits on his lap (with a little difficulty, but she manages)

"So...Lucas. How does basketball work?" she asked, a bright curiosity in her eyes.

His answers to her question just prompted more questions such as, "what's a point guard?" "There's a point guard and a shooting guard?" "what are they guarding?" "if they're guarding shouldn't they be on defense?" "what is the difference between defense and offense?"

She's just being her sweet self, indulging the boy's interest even though she has no clue what's going on. Eddie can't help but think how she'd be the perfect mother.

He had thoughts about it before obviously, they had sex enough that kids were something he had to think about. But never like this, he had never dreamed about having a family with her like this. It was driving him crazy.

The rest of the night went smoothly, Eddie satiated with his daydreams enough that he wasn't an absolute pain about how bored watching basketball.

He cheered when she cheered and stuttered out a one-liner every once in a while to keep up appearances, but really he was in his own little world.

And his own little world was a bit dirty, imagining fucking her over and over again and filling her with his cum until it stuck. Until she was round with his children. Claiming her as his in a way pretty much nothing else could do.

He never thought he'd want to be a father. But he would give it a try if it meant he would get to have her as the mother to his kids, because motherly was a really good look on her.

He was surprised he had never seen it before. The way she always took care of him was just so sweet, even more so when she was taking care of the freshman he had tasked himself to look after.

He wanted to get her home as soon as the game was over, not even caring that Hawkins high had miraculously won the championship. But he couldn't bring himself to say no to her when she asked if they could go get ice cream to celebrate.

Although in his defense he did put up a little fight "but baaaabe, you don't even like ice cream," he had whined, hugging her close to his chest as they waited outside for the kids who were still in the gym celebrating.

it isn't until after ice cream and all the kids are dropped off that she decides to mention that something is up with him. "Eds, baby what's wrong? you've been weird all night."

"nothings wrong babe, I had a really good time. I'm just thinking about something. Gimme a minute, ok? I'll tell you about it when we get home." he smooths his hand over her leg, thumb rubbing the soft skin of her thigh and making her squirm.

"are you mad at me?" she whispered. She lied splayed out on her bed in a fancy purple lingerie set. He seemingly ignored her, pacing the room in deep thought.

"Ok this is going to sound crazy," he starts.

Prompted by his voice, she climbs out of bed and steps close to him. She takes his face in her hands and looks him right in the eye, their lips brushing softly. "It's ok really. Just please talk to me."

"Ok ok. Would you- have you ever thought of having kids?" He asked.

"y-yeah. Yeah absolutely. Do you want that?" her heart fluttered at his words. Sure she had thought about kids with him, many times before. She had always assumed it was a one sided fantasy.

His hands settled on her hips, pulling her close to his chest and pressing his forehead against hers. "I mean like having kids with me. I know I wouldn't be the perfect father. But you, you would make such a good mother. Seeing you with the kids today, it just all made so much sense. I want this, with you-"

His heart was beating under her hands as she cut him off with a bruising kiss, grabbing the neck of his shirt and tilting his face down to her. "Aw Eds, you wanna put a baby in me?" she teased when she pulled back, hot breath brushing his lips as she blinked up at him innocently.

"Fuuuuuck don't say it like that."

[illfoandillfie]

Easy As A-B-C

Pairing: Professor!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Summery:  Professor Lee is getting sick of marking papers, you offer an alternative. One where he doesn't need to think at all.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected sex, bimbofication (without hypnosis), oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, light dom/sub dynamic, dom!reader, sub!Gwil, overstimulation, maybe a little bit of hair pulling

Words: 4,537

A/N: This was massively massively inspired by my love @dracoladon​ and her Drarry fic Lucid (seriously, go read it because she’s a much better writer than me and also sex dumb Draco is hhhhhhh). Reading it made me want to write more himbo fics but without all the hypnosis stuff thats in my Future Management series. Then I got talking to @peachydeacon​ about himbo!Rog which led to talking about himbo!Gwil and this fic is the result of our discussion lmao. It was also partly inspired by a post on a porn blog that popped up on my dash but I can’t link to that because tumblrs dumb. 

Also, it is a professor gwil fic but set after reader has graduated so it’s all above board lmao

Blurb Advent: Day 24

Taglist:  @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama​ @deakyclicks​ @jennyggggrrr​ @drowseoftaylor​ @hannafuckingsucks​ @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ @queenmylovely​ @ilovequeenmorethanyou​ @johndeaconshands​ @borhapbois​ @stardust-galaxies​ @cherries-n-rocknroll​ @rogersslave​ @scorpiogemini 

Gwilym looked unreasonably hot while he was grading papers, his brow knitted, wearing a look of serious concentration made all the more noticeable by the reading glasses sliding down his nose. His loose tie and the undone top buttons of his business shirt lent him a casually dishevelled air, and that wasn’t even mentioning the way he absentmindedly twisted his pen between his fingers as he read and reread sentences he was struggling to understand, occasionally pausing to underline something or write a note in the margins. It all painted a very sexy image, the kind of serious sexy only a professor could achieve, though this sexiness was nowhere near new. You’d found his manner oddly arousing even when he’d been your professor. Of course, that had been a few years ago and well before you’d had your chance encounter in the local second hand bookstore that led you to ask him out. He’d stuttered out something about never having even thought of you as more than his student and “really I feel almost as if I’ll get in trouble for the conversation as soon as I get back to campus.” But the awkwardness soon changed when you confessed to having had a minor crush on him back in the day and having since hoped to run into him. He seemed more open to the idea of dinner with you after that and, if you were being honest, more cocky too, but cocky in a decidedly dignified and charming way. Anyway, one thing led to another and now here you were somewhere close to a year and half later and you were struggling not to stare at Gwil as he graded papers and looked professor-ally disarrayed and hot.

You knew it was something to do with the Romantic era poets that the students had to write about because he’d read a question out to you earlier to get your opinion of if it was confusingly worded. “No, I don’t think so,” “Then why in god’s name do none of my students get it?” he looked about ready to hit his head against the desk until he passed out but he returned to the topmost paper with a sigh and ruffled hair from where he’d run his hand through it. That’s when you’d started trying not to stare. A tall order when all you could think about was dragging Gwil to the bedroom and ravishing him enough to make him forget all about John Keats and poetry and the English language itself. Not that that was exactly hard. No, Gwilym had a tendency to get a little dazed and confused when you really gave it to him. Sex drunk you’d decided to call it. A transformation that you quite delighted in witnessing and causing. Gwil was sharp as a tack usually, always ready with some obscure fact or quote from literature. It was part of what made him such a good teacher, his memory for all things bookish, as well as his approachable (if a little stern) demeanour and his determination to get the best from his students. But it wasn’t hard to shut down his brain, cloud his memory and entirely befuddle him. One time you’d snuck into the bathroom at the restaurant you’d gone to for dinner and poor Gwilym had become so spaced out he’d spilt half a glass of wine in his lap and then walked into the glass door as you left, even with you leading him by the hand. You supposed that what they said about great power and responsibility was true. All the same, it was a fun power to wield and you knew that, with the right sort of attention, you could have Gwilym babbling incomprehensible gibberish with no memory of what a poem even was, which was surely something he’d appreciate right about now.

You blinked yourself from your reverie as, finally, Gwil set his glasses aside and rose from his seat, groaning as he stretched out the stiffness in his back. He rolled his neck back and forth, your eyes following, before letting his shoulders drop and moving to sit next to you on the couch. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t read another word about Byron or I’ll loose it.” He sighed, draping an arm around your shoulders and leaning into your neck. “Byron? I remember that assignment. Everyone hated you for it,” His breath was warm against your skin as he spoke, sending a tingle down your spine, “Well if this year’s lot is anything to go by, the feeling was probably mutual,” “Mmm, I remember one girl saying she was going to shove her copy of Don Juan up your arse if she didn’t pass,” He lifted his head again and laughed, “And yet my rectum remains Byron fee and no other injuries befell me, so either I taught you enough to get by or you were all a bunch of cowards,” “Bit of both probably. And why would this year’s be any different, huh?” “I don’t know, you haven’t read any of their attempts at cohesive analysis. Some of them are just throwing out terms like allusion and anapestic and personification all willy-nilly, clearly without properly understanding them. ” “I think you’re being too harsh on them. They’re first years after all and it’s not always easy to understand all that poncy poetical bullshit. Plus, you know it all already so of course everyone else seems stupid to you,” “Maybe,” he conceded, though it seemed to take some effort. “Honestly, someone should put you in their position, see how well you go with it,” “Yeah? And who would do something like that?” Gwilym laughed as you shifted to straddle his lap, accepting the kiss you offered, “You?” “Maybe I will. Spell personification for me,” “You know it’s not high school English, right. We don’t do pop quizzes on spelling and grammar.” “I know you don’t, but this is my subject and I’m testing spelling. Besides,” you let your hand drop between you, brushing lightly over the front of his pants, “I promise it’ll be fun.” Gwil gave a half-hearted eye roll, “P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N, personification. D’you want me to use it in a sentence too?” You knew he’d get it right. Gwil always had been good at spelling off the top of his head which you supposed was a side effect of all his reading and the years devoted to the written word. But it was still a little annoying. Mostly because he was being a bit of a tool about the whole thing, but it didn’t help that you’d grown quite wet thinking about how you’d like to have him, like to turn him into the fucked out airhead you’d seen before. You shook your head and tutted at him as if he got it wrong. “No, that’s definitely it. I’ve just read it about a hundred times, I know I’m right. P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N,” he spelt it faster that time, trying to prove that you were wrong. “Try allusion for me,” “A-L-L-U-S-I-O-N,” Right again. You sighed as if you were disappointed. Gwilym raised his eyebrows but said nothing. “What about caesura?” “C-E-A-S-U-R-A,” The mistake was an easy one to make, two letters flipped around the wrong way, and you could tell he knew it was wrong as soon as he’d said it. He was surprised when you leant forward to kiss him again, cupping his jaw with one hand as you dropped the other and slowly pulled down the zip on his work pants. “But I fucked up,” he said softly, eyes still closed as you pulled away a few centimetres. You just smiled as you thought of a new word, “Anapestic,” It was another word Gwil had mentioned as seeing in his student’s essays so you knew it would be fresh in his mind and he proved as much when he spelt it, “A-N-A-P-E-S-T-I-C,” He was right of course, so you tutted and pulled your hand away from his crotch, grabbing his chin with your other and forcing him to look at you, “You can do better than that.” His features shifted at the sudden loss of contact, the look of concentration returned once more. If anything, your much closer proximity to the expression made him seem all the more hot but you resisted the urge to give in and drag him to the bedroom, curious if he’d catch onto your little game now and, equally so, to see if he’d play along, “Try Onomatopoeia.” A longer word gave him more chances to get things wrong but would his pride and his brain allow that? Apparently so. “O-N-O-M-” Gwil paused and thought for a second, his eyes narrowed as his looked at you, “O-N-O-M-A-T-O-P-I-A,” the last three letters were said with such deliberate diction that you knew he’d figured it out. “Good boy,” you said, letting your hands slip inside his undone pants to massage his dick. His hips jolted at the contact and he let his hands fall to your arse, squeezing. “What about, dactyl?” His reply was instant, unthinking, and totally correct, “D-A-C-T-Y-L,” You clicked your tongue condescendingly as you once again removed your hands from him. “Fuck,” “Well that’s what happens when you get things wrong, honey, and such an easy one too,” “I didn’t get it wro- fine, give me another,” You smiled, unable to hide how delighted you were that he was interested in following your rules, even if it was just his competitive streak rearing its head to show that he could out smart you, “Assonance,” Gwilym spelt the word slowly and carefully, making sure to only say one ‘s’ and to leave off the ‘e’. And you made sure to reward him for it, shuffling backwards on his lap so you could shimmy his pants down his thighs and wrap your hand around his cock. He raised an eyebrow at you but otherwise made no comment as he leant back in his seat to enjoy the attention. “Romanticism,” Once again Gwilym was careful with his spelling, intentionally replacing the ‘c’ with a double ‘s’ but that was the kind of behaviour you wanted to encourage so you kept stroking him off, twisting your wrist, dragging your thumb over his flushed tip. It must have felt good with the way he was sighing, shifting his shoulders as if to move his whole body closer to yours. “So clever baby, what about,” you paused, dredging up memories of poetry analysis and the words you used to have burned into your brain but which you’d not had much use for recently, “Enjambment” “Ummm, E-N,” Gwil hummed as you leant over him and let a trail of spit drip onto his cock, using your hand to spread it over his length, “Enjamb-ment, uh, E-N-J-A- no E, no A, M-E-N-T,” You leant into his ear and spoke softly, “That’s right, being so good for me, so clever. What should I do next though? Ride you? Or maybe suck you off? Or just keep doing this?” “Uh,” Gwilym shook his head a little as if to clear it, “mouth? Please?” “Of course, baby. If you can spell dissonance for me.” You were quietly confident that he’d get the spelling wrong, already noticing the first sign of his impending brainlessness, extra filler words where he’d normally not need them. It was funny though, usually he wouldn’t reach that stage until he was much closer to nutting. “D-I-S” he rushed through the first three letters and then stopped, biting his lip, “T-um, A-N-E-N-C-E.” You were sure the errors in that word were less intentional than the previous few and, as promised, slipped off his lap and settled yourself between his legs, pulling his pants off so he could spread them wider for you. You held eye contact as you let your tongue trail along the underside of his cock, tracing along a vein, though you couldn’t help but smile as he groaned above you. “Can you spell Decasyllable for me?” you asked before closing your lips around the head of his cock. “What? Oh, um, D-E-C-K- fuck,” he broke off as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Fuck’s not a letter, baby,” you sank down on him again, bobbing a little lower. “I know, um, Deck-syllable, D-E-C-K-A-S-Y-B-L-E, I think. Is that right?” In answer you hummed and took him a little deeper, pushing his shirt up towards his chest. Gwilym took the hint and pulled it off before he grabbed your hair, leaning his head against the back of the couch. For a moment you just focused on sucking him off, listening to his shallow breathing and whiny groans. But you weren’t finished with your game yet.

“Epigraph?” you asked before bobbing down on him again, pushing yourself to take him deeper still. Gwilym remained silent as you gagged and pulled back from him again to breath freely. “Well?” “What did you say?” “Epigraph. Can you spell that?” He nodded as you resumed your bobbing, his hand grabbing at your hair, “E-P-P-E-G-R-A-F-F.” You hummed around him and his hips bucked up, pushing him further down your throat for a second. “No, don’t stop,” he whined under his breath as once again you let him fall from between your lips. “Sorry baby,” you wrapped your hand around his base and switched back to jerking him off, “you’re so hard though and I know you want to earn your orgasm like a good boy,” Gwilym nodded. “Okay, so spell meter,” “M- oh, I don’t know,” “You do know, baby, you just gotta try. Meter,” He scrunched his face up in thought, “M-E-E-T-R,” “See, I said you knew it, and you did it so well!” Gwilym gave you a dopey smile, looking proud at your praise, “I did?” His mouth dropped open with the movement of your hand. “Of course baby! You got it completely right because you’re so clever. What about sonnet, do you think you can do that one for me?” He nodded enthusiastically, “S-N-E-T,” “Very good! Okay, three more and I’ll let you cum,” “Okay!” “Okay, what about,” you thought for a moment, watching your hand pumping over his shaft as you trailed your fingernails lightly over his thigh, “Spell rhyme,” “Ummm,” Gwilym bit his lip in thought, soft grunting noises rising in his throat in time with your strokes. “It’s a bit of a tricky one,” “Yeah.” “And it’s hard to concentrate isn’t it?” “Mmhmm, so hard to con-ten-tate,” he thought for a little longer as you slowed your hand, “rrr- R-I-M,” “So clever baby! Okay canto,” “Oh! Ummm,” Gwilym pouted and whined as you unexpectedly drew the tip of your tongue around his head, “I don’ know,” “No?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay what about, poem?” Gwilym seemed to have reached the last dregs of his knowledge, grunting in frustration as he shook his head again.” “You sure you don’t know?” He bucked his hips up into your hand as he shook his head again. “Alright, I’ll give you an easy one then. Spell your name for me, spell Gwilym,” Gwil’s eyes lit up at the suggestion but his face quickly slipped into a frown again, the expression getting more pronounced with every passing second he didn’t say anything. He sought out your face, his eyes brimming with frustrated tears, “I don’t…” his fists balled up as he looked to you for help. “You don’t remember?” He shook his head once more, a tear shaking loose and rolling down his cheek, “you said it was easy.” “It’s okay if you don’t know,” “Really?” he sniffled. “Of course it’s okay. You’re not supposed to know things.” “I’m not?” “Awww, of course not baby. That’s why I’m here, to know things, and you’re just here to make me happy.” Gwilym sighed and leaned back against the couch, smiling again. “Do you want to give it a try for me?” “Umm,” he whined as you slowed your strokes “It would make me very happy,” “Okay, umm…G? L? ummmm, M?” “You’re so clever, baby!” Gwilym giggled proudly and grinned at you as you adjusted your grip on his cock. “You’re my good, smart boy, aren’t you baby?” “Mmhmm,” he bucked his hips towards you as you took him into your mouth again. “Feels go-od,” he mumbled, almost panting with how close he was. You dragged the hand that rested on his thigh up to cup his balls as you sucked on his tip until he moaned and came, spilling his seed over your tongue.

You kept working your hand along his length, even after you’d pulled your mouth from him. “Was that a good orgasm baby? Did it make you feel good?” He nodded, pouting a little as you kept wanking him, “good oggsam,” It took all your effort not to laugh at that, biting on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting so much as a chuckle slip. Very few things delighted you as much as when Gwil forgot how to talk properly. “You know,” you said as you finally let his cock free, “sometimes when people have orgasms they feel euphoric. Do you feel euphoric?” “Mmhmm, you-porik.” “Clever boy. Do you want to help me feel euphoric?” “How?” “With your mouth,” “Oh! Okay!” You braced yourself against his knees as you stood, leaning forward to give Gwil a small kiss on the lips. He closed his eyes and smiled up at you contentedly as you shimmied out of your own clothes, dropping them all to the floor. “You going to let me lie down?” you asked, tapping Gwil on the shoulder. He looked around confusedly for a moment before his eyes settled on you, growing wider as he realised how naked you were. Without warning he surged forward, his hands grabbing your arse as he nuzzled his face in the valley between your breasts. If it were up to Gwil he would have stayed there all day but you had need for him elsewhere so you yanked his head back by his hair, earning a small noise of displeasure. “Don’t complain, baby. You want to make me feel euphoric, right?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed earnestly. “And how do you think you could do that?” “I don’t know,” “Maybe, cunnilingus?” “cun-un-un-un-gus,” “Exactly,” you directed his gaze down to your pussy, failing to hide your amused grin. But he was too far gone to notice, happily slipping to his knees in front of you. Telling him to wait for a second, you climbed onto the couch and spread your legs, beckoning him between them once you were comfortable.

He hadn’t been able to say the word but that didn’t mean he wasn’t skilled at the act. A string of soft hums and throaty sounds rose to your lips as he licked your cunt, the scratchy sensation of his beard only amplifying the soft, wet, warmth of his tongue.   “Can you, oh, can you spell poem for me baby?” Gwilym hummed and then started naming letters, his mouth still pressed against your cunt as if he didn’t realise he couldn’t talk and suck at the same time. You didn’t bother to stop him when he said too many letters or correct him when all of them were wrong. You just let his breath wash over you, his tongue flicking against your clit with each new letter, eliciting longer moans and sighs from you. “Fuck Gwil,” you panted, “keep going,” “Keep going,” he repeated, his voice muffled as he dragged his tongue all the way down your slit and then back up again, making you whine. You jolted when he reached your clit again and pressed against his head, keeping him close to you, your other hand trailing up your chest to tweak your nipples and knead your breasts. Occasionally you’d give him an instruction – “faster please,” or “do that again,” or “fuck Gwil, right there,” – and he’d repeat the words back to you, softened and often a little slurred together or mispronounced, before doing as he was asked, drawing you closer to release. He was pleased whenever another groan or mewl slipped from your lips, responding to them with sounds of his own as if he were savouring a particularly delicious meal. It seemed he’d taken what you’d said about making you happy to heart, though some of his whines might have had more to do with his cock, hard again and straining to be touched as his attention remained focused on you. “I’m c-lose ba-by,” you grunted as Gwilym pressed his mouth to your lower lips, as if to give you a soft chaste kiss, only to begin shaking his head side to side, rubbing his face against your cunt. “loase,” he muttered to himself, trailing his tongue back up to your clit, making you grind your hips up into him. It was impossible to keep your mouth shut in the face of such a feeling, wantonly moaning as you felt your orgasm bubbling to the surface. Gwilym hummed against you in response to a particularly loud moan which managed to be your undoing, your knees trying to clamp shut around his head as he continued to suck at your clit.

When you calmed enough to let go of his hair and loosen your thighs from around his ears, Gwilym looked up at you. His face was shiny and wet but he seemed to have regained some of his usual awareness. His eyes weren’t quite as vacant and his smile less dopey than it had been. “Feel good?” he asked, sounding almost normal except for a slight lightness in his tone. “Very good baby,” you leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, tasting yourself as he opened his mouth and accepted your tongue. Slowly you dropped your hand between you, finding his cock again, not quite done with your brainless toy. He grunted against your lips and bucked into your hand as you stopped his return to sense. “Isn’t this fun?” you said softly as you pulled back, holding Gwil by the chin to stop him from trying to follow. “Yeah, fun,” a smile slowly tugging at his lips, “what is?” “Not needing to think, baby,” “Oh! Yes,” he laughed. “You’re too pretty to have a brain anyway, aren’t you? Much better off letting it leak out of your head,” “Mmhmm, much,” “And do you know what good, dumb boys get?” “No?” “They get fucked. Would you like that?” “Yes yes yes,” “Alright, lie back for me,” you chuckled, giving his cock a final stroke. Gwilym settled on the carpet on his back, grinning as you straddled his lap. Silently he held out his hand, all but two of his fingers folded against his palm. “No, I don’t need your fingers sweetie,” you said, giving the tips of his two fingers a light kiss, “as dextrous as they are and as much as I enjoy them, I think I’m okay skipping straight to your cock,” He nodded, letting you place his hand down on the floor again. You watched his face as you slowly sank down onto him, once again the picture of cunt drunk bliss with glazed eyes and his lip between his teeth. He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him, rolling your hips against his slowly. As you tongues entwined again, Gwilym framed your waist with his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and onto your chest. He cupped each of your breasts in one of his palms, squeezing softly as you rocked forward and back. “Better than Byron isn’t this?” you asked, pushing yourself up a bit, but not so far you couldn’t kiss him again. “Wha’s Byron?” You laughed, “Y’know I think this might be the dumbest I’ve seen you. Can’t believe all it took was a rigged spelling test. He obviously didn’t understand, staring blankly back at you.

What he did understand was that you were moving further away from him and he whined as you pushed yourself to sit higher again, bracing your hands on his chest as you used your knees to raise and lower yourself. It still wasn’t enough though so you shifted again before too long, placing a hand behind you to grab Gwil’s leg. You leant back on it changing the angle of Gwilym’s cock, and felt his hands drop from your chest, no longer able to reach as easily. They came to rest on your leg, his fingertips digging into your skin as you rode him, keening as you felt the start of your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Gwil, fill me so well, feels so good,” “My dex-ik-tus cock?” You couldn’t help but laugh, taken by surprise at his misunderstanding and mispronunciation of dextrous, but you nodded in agreement too, repeating your sentiments about how good it felt. “Wanna make me feel even better?” “How?” You sat forward again and reached for his hand, pulling it to your clit. Gwilym took the hint, messily rubbing as you bounced on his cock, but his whines and moans only grew as you rode him. “You’re close?” “Mmhmm,” You were on the verge of asking if he could hold it when he came with a groan, pulsing inside you. But you didn’t stop. “I’m close too, baby, so I’m gonna keep fucking you, okay?” He nodded, eyes fixed on you. “Good boy.” You panted, grabbing his wrist to hold his hand at your clit and adjusting your rhythm. Each time you sank back down onto him you did it harder, slamming his cock into you as deep as you could manage, groaning with each one. Your orgasm was frustratingly close but Gwilym was becoming steadily more sensitive as his subsided, wincing more with each of your thrusts. The winces turned to whimpers which turned to whines as you whispered that you were so close. “Almost baby, almost,” “Please. Hur’s,” “Nearly, just. One. More,” you threw your head back with a moan as you finally found your release, Gwil whining when you pulsed around him, a fresh tear running from the corner of his eye onto the carpet as he squirmed under you.

“Sorry, baby,” you said softly as you carefully dismounted him. He hummed as you kissed him again, leaving an extra kiss against the tip of his nose. “Did so well, such a good boy for me,” “Yeah?” “Mmhmm, so good,” He gave you a slightly watery smile and let you pull him into a cuddle, sighing contentedly when you brushed your fingers through his hair. You stayed like that for a while, knowing that later you’d regret lying on the floor for so long but unable to find the energy to move or the willpower to tell Gwilym you had to let him go. He gradually lost the fucked out expression, becoming more aware of his surroundings and more capable of clear speech. “How are you feeling?” you asked when you realised he’d blinked away the last of his sex drunk vacancy. “Better than before. Little tired but much more relaxed and very satisfied. And, before you ask, yes that’s satisfied and yes I can spell it if you want,” “I believe you.”

[moving-wright-along]

breaking and entering

y/n’s house gets broken into, your boy comes to the rescue

Masky

-The SECOND, he receives a text message from his S/O that just says “help”, he’s throwing everything aside and rushing to see what’s wrong. 

-he’s tempted to call you, but decides against it until he knows the situation better. 

-Confused at first. the lights in your house are dark, your car is in the driveway, what was the problem?

-it’s when he notices the open window and the black van at the end of the road that the pieces click.

-Masky is not a man of subtlety. he’s kicking in the door. 

-Whatever dumb motherfucker broke into your house is gonna regret the day he was born. Did this guy really think he could put HIS s/o in danger and get away with it???

-Although, in the moment, he cares way more about making sure you’re safe. So he gives the guy a swift kick in the pants as he shoves him out the door. 

-Don’t be mistaken, though. Tim takes NOTES. he’ll get to that guy later, once you’re safe and comfortable again, of course. 

-He’s also pretty sure that, burglar or not, you’d be pissed as fuck if he got blood on your new carpet. 

-The feeling of scooping you up into his arms after you emerge from your hiding place is very gratifying. 

-He’ll hold you and let you cry out all your fear in his arms. You wouldn’t be able to tell by his face, but the whole time he’s holding you, he’s plotting out exactly what he’s going to do to the stupid fuck that scared you. 

Toby

-You sent him a long string of keysmash texts.

-Confused at first, because he didn't send you anything funny. So you weren't keysmashing from laughter.

-He can't kick the paranoid feeling in his chest, so he rushes over to your house to see what's wrong, his anxiety rising the entire time.

-Like Masky, there is not an ounce of subtlety in his body.

-Kicks down the door, practically knocking it off its hinges

-This, understandably, scares the shit out of you since one of the assholes in your house shoved and locked you inside the closet right beside your front door. 

-Around you, Toby is practically a puppy, all sweet and affectionate. To the point where you almost forget how fucking terrifying he can be. Especially when he’s angry. It’s no surprise these guys almost shit themselves when Tobes busts in, who wouldn’t?

-very few people wouldn’t be scared of a twitching dude with two bloody hatchets. 

-the robbers made a mad dash for the back door, and Tob is about to give chase when you start banging on the door. 

-When you call out for him, Toby instantly drops his hatchets and goes to get you out. 

-He’s definitely not happy about the robbers getting away... but, getting to hold you kinda makes up for it. Especially when you’re clinging to him and being all cute. 

-It’s not that he likes you being in danger.. but he will admit that coming to your rescue was nice. It makes him feel like he’s a knight, and you’re his princess~

Hoodie 

-He got a text from you at 3am

-”babe pls stop kicking at the backdoor, the window is unlocked”

-Cue “????” from him.

-”OH MY GOD THATS NOT YOU SOMEONE JUST BROKE IN”

-Welp. Brian wasn’t planning on committing a murder tonight, but he supposes his plans have changed. 

-Luckily, the guy who just broke into your house is seemingly a total moron. I mean, he kicked in the backdoor of a house that wasn’t even empty. 

-Since he’s not much of a threat, Brian decides to have a little bit of fun. 

-If the guy was actually dangerous, Brian probably would’ve walked straight in and beaten the guy to death. 

-Instead, imagine this robbers surprise when he opens his van doors, his arms full with your TV, to see a hooded dude crouching inside. 

-”Oh hi there.” 

-I’ll spare you the gorey details, but I’m sure you can imagine what happens next. 

-Discards his bloody clothes by the door and finds you hunkered down in your bathroom. 

-He expects payment for his work in the form of lots of kisses. So you better pay up. 

EJ

-Now, you’re not entirely unfamiliar with people crawling in through your window, since your boyfriend had a tendency to do that often, but this...

-This is not the same thing. 

-Of course the fucker managed to catch you at the worst time possible. All you had wanted was a little midnight snack, and now here you were, hiding in your fucking pantry. 

-And of course you had left your phone upstairs, so you couldn’t even call for help...

-Luckily enough for you, your boyfriend had similar plans of crawling through your window tonight.

-Usually, when it’s already late and he's been missing you, he'd just crawl in and silently slip into bed with you.

-Although he's concerned when he notices you're not in bed. He didn't hear water in the bathroom running- or anything else for that matter. Your phone was on your nightstand, so it's not like you went anywhere...

-Jack has really sensitive hearing, so he perks up when he hears shuffling downstairs- only to tense up again when they're clearly not your footsteps.

-...Well. Looks like he knows where his next meal will come from.

-He doesn't usually like brute forcing his way through problems, but this is an exception.

-Tapes the guy's mouth, ties him up, and leaves him in your shed. Jack will properly deal with him later. And if he breaks both the intruders hands while he’s at it then that's his business.

-When you come out, he just scoops you up and takes you to bed. He came to cuddle and that's what he's gonna do. Not that you'd complain about cuddles, though.

BEN

-He doesn’t notice your first call because he’s in the middle of a game, but in between rounds, he notices his phone flashing.

-he’s a little confused, since it’s really late, and you’re usually asleep by now. He texted you goodnight earlier and everything.

-then you call him again, practically hyperventilating as you hid beneath your bed after you heard your window shatter downstairs. 

-BEN isn't the strongest guy around.. His killings are more psychological, not physical.

-Part of him might want to get another proxy to just run over to your place and tear the fucker apart.

-But BEN decides to handle it on his own. No one fucks with his s/o except him, dammit.

-Pops out of your TV as the intruder is trying to lift it. Under any other circumstances, BEN might’ve been satisfied with the terrified expression on the guy’s face and call it a night. 

-Takes a ride in the intruder’s phone as the guy is running off, just long enough to get every bit of information BEN needs to completely ruin this fool’s life. But he’ll get to that later. 

-Coaxes you out from underneath the bed, assuring you that everything’s been dealt with. 

-If youre not up for trying to go back to sleep, youre more than welcome to stay up and play games with him

[hitsuackerman]

Feelings...? (Kageyama x Reader)

A/n: its pretty clear that my Kageyama-simping was strong. So w/o further ado, here is a one shot with self indulgent fluff for our blueberry setter 💙🏐

Word count: 4.6k (thats a lot for me xD...)

Prompt: Kageyama has a bit of trouble relaying his feelings. Y/N is somehow oblivious. With the small help from the Karasuno Volleyball Team, Kags now faces the ultimate challenge of confessing these so called... feelings.

It was a miracle.

Sure, he had the help of ALL the Karasuno Volleyball Team members (Coach Ukai included), reality still had not sunk in his system. How was he supposed to function when your flustered wide-eyed face was right in front of him? He could feel his eye twitching and mouth forming a rather awkward (sinister, as Hinata would label it) grin.

“I-I have s-something to tell y-you!” Those were the words that he stuttered out. Never in his life did he feel this drained of energy. In the corner of his eyes, he could see everyone snickering at his demeanor. He couldn’t help it. In an attempt to hide his red face, he bowed a perfect 45 degree angle. His sports bag hitting him right in the face.

“Tch. Looks like The King fears rejection…” Tsukki snickered, earning a knife chop to the head by Suga. The rest of the team hushed them in hopes that they would not be exposed. Somehow, the banters they made had not been noticed.

The mutual pinning had been going on for months. It was rather painful to watch as he would become an awkward baby crow each time you would step inside the gym to help out Kiyoko and Yachi. Though you were not an official manager, it was just something that you did during your free time.

If you put it into thought, your little feelings towards the setter was all because of those 2 women. You never intended to join or let alone assist, but your blonde friend had managed to pull you into her scheme. There was only room for one, but Kiyoko saw it as alright for you to observe.

Did you know anything about Volleyball? Nope. With two left feet, the only thing you could excel in were the arts. Sketching, Painting, and even the occasional Digital Art was your forte. The only calloused part your finger had was where your pen would rest.

Were you popular with the boys? Somewhat. You were oblivious enough not to notice how a handful of boys, senpai’s included, would linger their stares towards you. The way you bowed your head and tucked stray hairs behind your ear always made them feel jittery in their stomachs. The only thing stopping them was Yachi herself. She knew you had no interest in crushes, so she thought at least.

When the three of you entered the gym, the familiar scent of Salonpas and man sweat filled your nostrils.

“So, you’ve found a new person!” The boy with bright orange hair said. His smile radiated the entire gym.

Looking at Yachi, you couldn’t help but giggle at how much her body was quivering. Knowing she lived with her mother, it was no surprise that she would be terrified at the sight of such tall sweaty men. Thank goodness you had 3 older brothers who played basketball. Still, it would be an understatement if you didn’t find them intimidating.

“What’s up?”

“What’s going on?”

“These two girls will be joining the club on a trial basis as the new managers.” Kiyoko stated.

“I’m Hitoka Yachi!” She managed to introduce herself without being a complete mess.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” It was a bit strange, being the center of attention among all these teenage boys.

“S-so, you two are first-years?” A rather tall boy who resembled… Jesus(?) asked.

“Yeah. We’re in class 1-5.” You replied for Yachi’s sake.

The Jesus-man, whom you now know as Asahi was made to back up a bit. Shifting your gaze, you were met with 3 boys. All of them staring down at you. The one in front seemed to notice and immediately turned and slapped them in the face saying that it was not good to stare. A small smile began to form on your face.

Did it start there? No.

You didn’t even realize his presence.

It was during the next day. The day they had the practice match with Ouginishi. You were helping set up the chairs with the two girls. You watched as Yachi was conversing with the orange haired boy named HInata. You knew that she had been tutoring him and his friend, whose name you forgot, in order for them to go to Tokyo. Due to your schedule, you weren’t able to help out, but she said it was alright.

A few moments later, the opposing team had arrived. The practice match was now about to begin. You had been tasked to score Karasuno while Yachi scored the opposing team. Kiyoko took the empty seat beside you to aid in whatever was needed.

That’s when you saw him.

The way he tossed the ball high into the air, ran a few steps forward, and hit it perfectly causing a service ace made you catch your breath. Of course, you’ve seen your brothers’ friends focused faces but this one was different. It was as if volleyball was his everything. Remembering that this was the same person who asked for help in his grades, perhaps your thoughts were right.

“That’s Kageyama-kun.” Kiyoko stated. Her eyes still fixed on the match.

It all escalated from there. The moment you saw them about to perform an attack, your eyes followed as Hinata dashed towards the net. It was no joke that he really was fast. Though you were used to seeing basketball players running, this shrimp was different. Perhaps it was his height that made it possible. Or maybe that’s just how talented he was.

The ball landed on Kageyama's hands and you observed as he expertly tossed it to Hinata. It was almost as if he knew the perfect amount of pressure to put onto his fingertips for them to execute the said attack. Unbeknownst to you, your jaw dropped.

“That’s not all they can do.” Kiyoko said with a teasing smile on her pretty face. “I doubt they’ll use it today but in the future, you’ll witness it firsthand. Their Weirdo Combo.”

Closing your mouth, you admired the two boys from afar. But, your sight lingered on the setter.

So, when did the butterflies start?

It happened after the game.

The sun had now set and you were facing the vending machine. The bright lights blinding to your eyes. You were not sure which milk to choose from. Index finger gliding on one button to the other. Were you in the mood for classic milk or the flavored one. You were so deep in your thoughts that you had not noticed the blueberry-haired player staring at you with confusion.

“You can’t decide with milk to get?” He said casually.

Jumping a bit at his voice, he immediately apologized for startling you.

“No no. It’s my fault. But, yeah. You’re right.” You scratched your nape. “I can’t decide which one to get.”

“Do you have any preferences?”

“For milk? Not really.”

“So, you can do this.” He placed his middle and index finger on each button. Pushing them simultaneously, you watched as the winning milk carton fell to the dispenser box. “That’s what I do if I can’t choose.”

Bending down to get the milk, he was a bit shocked when the machine purred to life and another carton fell. Looking up at you, he saw how you were smiling at him. Your fingers still resting on the two buttons. Grabbing the beverages, he hands one to you.

“A thank you gift.” You punched the straw onto the hole. “That would definitely save me a lot of time.”

He wasn’t sure what was going on but he felt a little tingly inside. That same feeling where he’s able to make a perfect toss for Hinata, yet here he was. Not playing or holding onto a volleyball. Instead he was holding onto a small carton of milk . Feeling heat creeping into his cheeks, he cleared his throat and gestured for you and him to go back to the gym.

Ever since that day, it became a habit. The two of you would take turns in choosing each other’s beverage. Though there were times where none of you liked the results, the two of you would just shrug and cheers your small cartons of milk.

Yachi and Kiyoko slowly caught up. The two would usually watch as Kageyama would call you to follow him towards the vending machine. They shrugged it off at first till they noticed how it had become a ritual. Whether Kageyama was neutral, upset, or awkwardly happy, the two would always wait for him to call you.

“Oi.(L/N). Let’s go.” That’s what he’d always say. And when both of you would re-enter the gym, flustered cheeks and silent smiles were for all to feast on.

It wasn’t long before the rest of the team noticed. Save for Hinata who noticed last, though it’s not really a surprise.

The time came when Yachi, Kiyoko, and you were now changing in the girls lockerroom. You were rummaging for your hair band. You had not noticed that the strap of your bag had somehow wrapped around your ankle. By the time you took a step back, your bag got pulled and all of the contents spilled on to the floor.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)-san?” Kiyoko said as she went down on the floor with the two of you. Gathering your notebooks and pens.

You gasped when Yachi took a hold of your sketchpad. A few stray papers fell and landed on the floor. Quickly gathering them, you failed to pick up 3 pieces. When Kiyoko and Yachi turned the paper, they were met with a perfect sketch of Kageyama. One where he was holding a ball, the other one where he was drinking his milk, and the last one where his features were clearly angry at Hinata.

“I-it’s not what it looks like!” You tried to defend yourself.

“It’s okay, (Y/N).” Yachi giggled. Kiyoko as well as she handed your sketches back. “It’s not exactly unknown at this point.”

“He’s just so perfect to illustrate. That’s all.” You stuffed the papers and sketchpad back into your bag. Cheeks and ears red from the exposure of your secret.

“Do you always look forward to your vending machine trips with Kageyama-kun?” Kiyoko asked as she tied the knot to her sweatpants. Yachi was all ears for your answer. When you gave a defeated nod. The two of them shared a high five. “Are you aware that you tend to stare a bit longer at him as compared with the others?”

“Oi… Aren’t you supposed to be watching them, not me?” You retorted in an attempt to save whatever dignity you had left.

“I wouldn’t be a good manager if I didn’t pick it up, right?” There was no argument to her statement. She was hella good at her tasks. Sighing in defeat, you hid your face in your palms. “Please don’t tell him.”

“Of course not~” Yachi reassured you. “But but but, tell us when it all started! We still have 20 minutes before practice starts!”

“I’m not really sure. But, each time I look back, it was when he served an ace during our first day as manager trainees.”

The two girls felt flowers floating above them as they flooded you with questions.

Meanwhile in the club room, Kageyama was not safe. He was just minding his own business till he heard a loud thump coming from behind him. One of the extra foams had fallen on top of Noya. The collision caused his bag to land on the floor, contents sprawled out as well.

Suga, Tanaka, and Daichi began to clean up the mess as he picked up his belongings. Everything was going well till Asahi’s eyes caught on to two milk cartons. One of them had a note taped to them. Just as he was about to pick them up, Kageyama was quick to grab them and dashed to his bag to safely tuck it away.

Noya and Tanaka stared at each other. Devilish grins growing on their faces.

“Oi oi Ryu~” Noya began. He leaned on to the wall with his arms behind his head. “(Y/N)-chan’s pretty cute right?”

Daichi and Suga sent death glares at their liberio but all he did was wink. The parental figures of the Karasuno Crows stared at their setter. He had not moved an inch from where he was standing. Almost as if he was anticipating what his senpai had to say.

“That’s right, that’s right Noya!” He answered. A smug grin on his face as he observed Kageyama. Heck, all of them were staring at Kageyama. “Ya know~ I think she stares at you sometimes!”

“OOHHH?! Really?!” Noya stood up and skipped his way towards his mate. “You think I should ask her out? Besides! Who could resist this face?!”

“Now now, you two~” Daichi tried to calm the two and their scheme. Though, he would be deemed a liar if he wasn’t interested as to how the calm and usually silent setter would react.

Kageyama zipped his bag rather harshly. Jolting to his feet, he turned to face his two senpai’s. The aura of death surrounding him and affecting the whole room, save for Tsukki of course who merely snickered at the sight of a jealous king. The two senpai’s were rather happy that their kohai had taken the bait.

“Kageyama~ Don’t get affected by these two.” Suga inserted and immediately diffused the growing tension. “Though, it’s not like you're actually affected right?”

“O-of course not.” He muttered and stared at the ground.

“See? There’s nothing to worry about.” He motioned for Asahi to come towards him. “Let’s go Asahi. (Y/N)-chan should be in the gym already. You did plan on asking her out, after all~”

“OY! What the heck, Asahi?!” Noya exclaimed as he dashed towards his two upperclassmen. “If there’s one person who gets to ask her that would be me! Now out of my way!”

“What’s going on?” Hinata whispered to Yamaguchi who stared at the growing chaos in the room.

“They’re trying to get Kagayama to come through with his feelings.”

“Ha? Kageyama? Feelings?”

“Towards (L/N), you idiot.” Tsukki commented. He adjusted his glasses as he watched the liberio, setter, and wing spiker fighting for the door. His eyes landed on their target who was just standing with his fists tightly closed.

“Kageyama… has feelings for (Y/N)?” Hinata thought out loud. “Hoo~ That explains why he stares at her during breaks.”

Slapping his cheeks, he jumped to his feet and inhaled.

“ALL OF YOU ARE HOPELESS!” He yelled, gathering everyone's attention. The sudden outburst was not expected. His face now held a cheeky smile. Slamming his chest, he held his chin high in the air. “If there’s anyone who can get her attention…”

Kageyama let out a silent thank you to his ally. For once, they shared the same thoughts.

“IS ME!”

Everyone felt the silence erupting from the floors to the walls and all the way to the ceiling. Noya and Tanaka still held on to their devilish smirks as they saw the anger oozing from their prey.

“HINATA! YOU DUMBASS!”

Using that as leverage, Hinata dashed towards the door and began to run towards the gym. Poking his tongue out, Kageyama sprinted towards the aspiring ace and bolted in the same direction. Though Hinata had already planned on what to do, he somehow lost his concentration till he saw the gym closing in. Remembering that this was for his rival/ally, he deliberately slowed his pace.

The doors to the gym slammed open causing you to drop the volleyballs you had been holding. Turning around to face who had arrived, your breath hitched as you saw a panting blueberry catching his breath. When his eyes met yours, he froze and somehow was not sure as to what to do next.

Scanning the area, it was only you inside as of the moment.

“A-are you okay, Kageyama?” You asked. Heart beat banging on your chest knowing you had come clean with your feelings. Somehow you were hoping that one member would barge in and save you from any impending dooms to happen.

“It’s nothing.” He wiped the sweat off his forehead and walked towards the bench near you. Putting his bag down, he unzipped it and looked for the two beverages. Straightening his back rather sharply, you were startled when he suddenly extended his arm. A milk carton trembling in his tightly clenched fist. “I-I got you some milk. The vending machine we have here doesn’t have this particular flavor.”

Taking it from his hand, you felt heat creeping to your cheeks. Tucking some hair strands behind your ear, you thanked him and punched the straw into the hole. The taste sweet and delicious. You tilted your head when you saw his face had his eye twitching with annoyance.

He was an idiot. He may be a prodigy on the courts but he was hella idiotic when it came to these things. Being caught up in the small wave of adrenaline, he gave you the wrong carton. The one that held the note was in his hand. This was not his day, he could feel it.

The rest of the group had managed to catch up and witnessed the turn of events. All of them face palming at the failure of his actions.

“Well,” Daichi consoled them. “At least he’s aware of his feelings now.”

Ushering the team to get ready for practice, each of them entered the gym. Minds ticking as to how they could help their socially inept first year and his feelings. Suga kept staring back and forth at the both of you till a random idea popped into his head. Recalling the time Hinata had saved Yachi from a ball, perhaps the same can happen for Kageyama.

Waiting till they were in the right rotation, he managed to make eye contact with Tanaka, Noya, and Hinata (who was on the opposite court) to somehow direct the ball towards you. The three boys gave a thumbs up and Daichi immediately caught up. Squinting at them, he too prepared just in case the plan would backfire.

The ball was now served and Tanaka managed to receive it. Asahi got to pass the ball to the opposite side, his jaw dropped when he saw Hinata moving rather slow. As he observed Noya diving to the floor, Hinata asked for the ball and the plan was now set in motion. Purposely hitting his body with net, his forearm hit the ball rather forcefully.

Kageyama’s eyes immediately calculated the direction of the ball. His breath hitched when he processed it would lead straight to you. Not wasting a second, he turned around and ran to receive the ball. If he could just catch up, the ball would still be in play and no harm would come your way.

Everything happened so fast through your perspective. One second, the ball was heading towards you. More than ready to block it, you were caught off guard when a blurry silhouette of white passed your vision. The ball now far from your face. Everyone heard the ball hitting the net and bouncing to the floor.

“HINATA!” Kageyama stormed towards the small boy. “WATCH WHERE YOU AIM THE BALL, DUMBASS! YOU ALMOST HIT (Y/N)!”

You felt your cheeks burn as you heard him say your name. That would have to be a first. Rather unconventional but it was enough to turn the butterflies in your stomach on. Still, as you watched the two boys bickering back and forth, a soft giggle escaped your lips. Feeling the stares of two other people, you turned only to be met by teasing faces.

“Shut up, the both of you!” You hissed at the two girls who merely kept giving you playful looks.

The game now resumed but despite keeping track of their progress, your fingers would move on their own and doodle small Kageyama-chibi’s on the corner of the page. Realizing what you were doing, you were thankful that you had used your own record journal and not the official one. With the first set over, you set aside the notebook and began to distribute their water bottles and towels.

“Thank you for saving my ass back there.” You whispered as he accepted the bottle.

“No problem. Are you okay?” He took a long sip and finally felt rehydrated. The small nod you gave him was enough. At least he managed to save you and did not screw things up. However it was all short lived. The water beads from his bottle had steadily formed a puddle next to his shoe. The floor was already as slippery as it was with sweat, how much more for water.

Gasps now echoed the gym as your body fell towards the floor. Groaning at the pain, you tried standing up but a heavy weight was preventing you from doing so. Feeling strands of hair tickling your cheeks, you let out a silent prayer to any volleyball gods out there to keep your rapidly beating heart still.

Just how bad was his day going to be? First the note and now he made himself look like an idiot and slipped. Though he was confused as to why the gym floors somehow smelled like flowers instead of sweat. Resting on his elbows, his eyes met yours and he forgot how to breath. None of you could say a word to each other.

‘Say something, Kageyama!’ Every single person in the room thought as they watched the events unfold.

Both of you were too fazed to even speak. When your thoughts were now clear, you took in each and every inch his face had to offer. This would have to be the closest you would ever see him. Miraculously clear skin, tiny beads of sweat sticking to his face, lips that were borderline moisturized and chappy, but it was his eyes that you had to admire the most. They were much bluer from this angle. The light bouncing off from the floor made them shift from a silver-blue to light brown. You could see yourself as his pupils were dilated to its limit. For sure, you would draw this when you get home.

“K-Kageyama?” You snapped him out of his daze. He blinked twice before turning red and standing up. Offering a hand, you accepted it and now found yourself on your feet once more. “I guess you're not as quick with balance as I thought~”

“Are… y… doing s… l..er…” He mumbled something but you couldn’t quite catch it.

“What?”

Before he could repeat his sentence, the whistle broke the tension and he let out a defeated sigh. An annoyed pout on his face. Handing you the water bottle, he knew that he was hopeless and it was time for reinforcements. When he entered the court, each player gave him disappointed looks. Dangerous and judgemental auras surrounded them all except for one. The same senpai who always made him feel at ease.

“Uh… Senpai…” His eyes were glued to his shoes. Feeling a pat on his shoulder, he felt relieved when Suga told him to leave it to him.

And all that led to where he was now. Suga had whispered to the team to slowly leave the gym one by one to make sure that the both of you would be able to talk in private. The plan was once everyone was busy in the stock room, Kageyama would bring you for your daily milk adventure and take it from there. To ensure that no one would ruin the moment, Suga managed to involve Coach Ukai as well.

Now that the sun was setting and painted the skies with orange and red hues, he had to admit that this was the perfect time to pour his feelings. In whatever way he could utter, of course.

“What is it, Kageyama?” You were feeling anxious as to what he wanted to say. Was he getting sick and tired of your vending machine routines? Or was he going to tell you that he was not liking the extra stares you two would share? Gesturing him to stop bowing, you were met with his eyes once more. Uncertainty written in them.

“To-T-Tobio.” His eye was badly twitching and his posture was definitely the epitome of lame. He could hear Tsukki shaking his head. Why did he have to be so awkward when it came to you. “You can call me T-Tobio!”

“Are you sure?” You had grown used to his expressions but this one was foreign.

“Yes!” He stood straight and all he needed to do was to salute.

“Do you want to press the buttons today, Tobio?” You asked as you were about to walk towards the vending machine. His large hands grabbed on to your wrist and pulled you towards him. The actions he was giving you was not helping your fragile heart. If anything, you were positive he could hear how loud it was beating through your chest.

“I’m not good with words… So listen carefully cause I’ll only say this once. Especially with those people watching us from behind those bushes and trees.” Now that he mentioned it, you could make all small tufts of hair peeking out from the mentioned objects. Did he plan this from the start? Your mind was now expecting a lot and you were not sure how to feel. All you could do was hope.

Once again, he was at a loss for words. Seeing that his team member was in a pinch, Daichi tried to whisper-shout.

“Like!”

Understanding what the captain was doing, the others pitched in as well.

“Adore!” Suga chipped in.

“Admire!” Asahi mentioned.

“Fancy!” Noya piped in as well.

“Nishinoya!” Daichi and Suga condemned the small man for his choice of words.

Deciding that all those words were enough to describe his feelings, Kageyama inhaled and blurted out…

“I like, adore, admire, and fancy you, (Y/N)!" Goodness that felt so good for Kageyama. To put into words what he had been meaning to tell you for the past few months now. Looking into your (e/c) orbs, he was searching for signs of reciprocation. You were clearly in shock but he knew well that he had to give you space to absorb what had just transpired before your eyes.

Not sure if this was a dream, you harshly bit your tongue and realized that this was all too real. THE Tobio Kageyama had just reciprocated your feelings. Your breathing began to pick up as you felt the familiar numbingness of your red tainted cheeks. He was clearly waiting for a response.

Standing on your tippy-toes, you managed to place a quick peck on his cheek. A bright toothy smile resting on your face as you watched his face slowly turning into the shade of beetroots.

"So… This means… You like me back?" His arms were now holding you into a loose embrace. He had to be sure before using the new found confidence to make a move on you.

"As much of a volleyball genius you are, you can be rather clueless." Though in your mind you labeled yourself as a hypocrite because you too had been oblivious of his milk carton advances. "Yes. Dummy. I like you back."

Tightening his hold, you were met with his toned chest. He smelled of a variety of scents. Mostly sweat and a bit of his shampoo when he had landed on top of you a while ago.

"THAT'S IT, KAGEYAMA!" Hinata as he exposed himself from the bush. Rolling his eyes, the King of the court paid him no attention. "GAME SET MATCH!"

"HINATA DUMBASS! THAT’S TENNIS NOT VOLLEYBALL!"

This was the duo you would have to spend the rest of your years with but in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way~

[fallingsunflower]

BESTIES I'm so sorry - I hit my post limit waaaay earlier than expected! Some of y'all joined me on my backup account, (which I also hit the limit on lmao), but I'm back now.

I had over 400 asks to go through and I'll give you a warning that not all of them will appear (either because they were old or because they were topics we already answered). But here is a giant list of asks I compiled for you from when I wasn't allowed to post lol they don't really require my response but I found them entertaining to read. Hope you don't mind I've just put them all together in one post. It's also to save me from using up my 250 posts lol

"this is all so embarrassing like my god imagine when the promotion of the movie starts how horrible it will be for other people who made the movie too"

"SELL UR TICKETS TODAY WATCH THE MOVIE ILLEGALLY, next article we’ll be talking about these two assholes filing for bankruptcy. cheap harlots. don’t mess with your meal ticket."

"hate to say it but i defs think they‘ve got a sliver of the gp’s attention for five minutes"

"I am scanning through all these photos looking for just ONE where he looks like he's smiling and enjoying this. It's so crazy."

"I guess those are all the pics we’re getting right now. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they finish the Italy trip off with one more major Backgrid photo shoot."

"Olivia’s trending on Twitter but not Harry. Like it’s obvious who’s getting the PR gains here!"

"If they dont give us a 6 month or more break after this im gonna need them to pay for my therapy bills from now on bc of this damage no joke let me crawl back into my shit hole now 😑"

"The palce they at is referred to as “tuscanys best-kept secret”. Everyone point and laugh."

"she looks like she’s enjoying all of this. he looks like he wants to push her into the water."

"a few people said he’s keeping his shorts pulled up or covered in all the shots because of the Nike branding which they ask to not get photographed. What a setup."

"Man I knew the second those Tomdaya pics came out of them kissing and how they were trending so fast that HO were going to do something to 'top' them. Its pathetic /// FRRR. she probably hoped for the positive reactions that people gave tom & zendaya but unfortunately, miss girl got the opposite. when will they realize that nobody, but his fans, find them cute lmao can they just stop, it’s so embarrassing 😭😭😭"

"He really out here doing this with someone who almost old enough to be his mother, shiiiiiiiit. Sickening. Sick of these 2 for real now, i was fine with the good old blurry back content and whatnot but this? Crossing a line here nobody wanna see that shit and knowing how people feel goooooood damn."

"I aboslutely despise kendall for obvious reason but this one is actually worse than the hendall one bc you couldnt really see as much as now dis gos tang."

"She’s also wearing the cross necklace again. I feel like if that was so meaningful to her she wouldn’t risk loosing it in the ocean 🙄"

"guys have eyes on tmz. I Do not have tw now. they were so aggressive towards them"

"I'm sorry for Harry because you lost your damn mind bro"

"Now why the hendall pics are better ?? NO SHADE BUTT"

"I’m genuine confused like do they actually want dwd to flop or what? I just threw up in my mouth I sure as hell ain’t gonna watch their sorry ass movie. Is it supposed to flop? I’m so confused!"

"The match was not interesting enough so they cooked up something different especially since people were pointing out how they staged the PDA. And the page 6 article is out already!!!"

"Who the fuck thought this was a good idea"

"Is it just me or does harry's face looks really blank for someone out on a Romantic date with his alleged girlfriend.?"

"if thats it, harry hasn’t no game🤣🤣🤣🤣"

"so this is why the tabloids weren’t talking about the match pics! they didn’t have any value on their own. now with the yacht pics? my oh my they’re gonna get the clicks of their lives. her team was prob like “wait a sec we got something for y’all”"

"If they were models hired to act like a couple they wouldn't get the job......"

"Not them starring right at the camera in some of them help make it less obvious will you"

"HENDALL🤣🤣🤣is that uuuu"

"Harry’s ass crack thought it should make an appearance too."

"What a great day for team PR, happy Monday you guys! Let's pop the champagne 🍾🍾🍾🍾 P. S. They both need acting lessons, tbh"

"It’s quite interesting how everything that’s happened before I’ve seen predicted weeks/and in advance on blogs or fan accounts. Like his life has always been so predictable but damn"

"He was hiding the Nike check. That’s why his swim trucks are rolled up to an absurd degree even for him. He knew he was gonna get photographed."

"What I’m noticing is wether people like them together or not, everyone’s saying they’re aren’t a hot couple…there was more chemistry in the Kendall pics by far"

"i also find it weird that he’s not smiling in any of the pictures and it would be one thing if there were five pics from ten minutes of time but there are like 70 from an obvious extended period of time"

"It's interesting everyone involved is being Team Try Hard. Yet the universe says no. The last set of pics, Tom and Zendaya overshadowed. People even paid more attention to Angelina and the Weekend (even if business possibly). Fast forward to today and all this fakery only for Gwen/Blake to tie the knot. His team needs to get a clue. She needs to go. Harry needs to clean this up fast."

"Ok i looked at one hugging pic and one kidding pic and they could not look more stagged. It looks unatural ,strange and weird from all angles. You can clearly see from their body posture they are posing for a photographer from backgrid."

"Like I said in my ask a couple days ago the day we get kissing pics is the day that I believe this is all a stunt and I was right. They took a page out of hendall 2016 and it’s looks so forced and awkward. Hendall did it better cause at prater they had chemistry. They must be scared this movie is going to tank because they are pushing this way too hard"

"Real, PR, or whatever relationship it is, they’re fucking boring. You are on a yacht in Italy, can’t you have a little bit of fun? I can’t believe how boring they are, I just can’t. Even if it is just PR, can’t you make a fucking dumb joke so you can laugh or something? Do they have anything in common like to talk about or discuss or make fun of? I’d literally killed myself if I looked like that in a relationship. They are not communicating in any photos we’ve got. They are just walking, or sitting. Even when they hold hands or kiss or hug, they never communicate."

"okay but did ya’ll see the pic of her diving in?? i can’t stop laughing 😭😭😭😭"

"they look horrifically awkward i cannot believe what harry is doing"

"“HEY PAPS COME GET A PIC OF US KISSING TO MAKE OUR RELATIONSHIP MORE BELIEVABLE!!!!!”"

"his ass is hanging out and her bra is almost off what in the hell"

"Hqs on a yacht like that? Mhmhmhm hmmmmm / I bloody well hope that’s not the extend of their acting. That’s dire! 🤦‍♀️"

"this is literally the most predictable “couple” to exist. first, people talked about them showing up the game, and they did. second, people were just talking about kissing pics... AND THEY JUST CAME OUT LMAOOOOOO"

"annnnnnnnnnnnnd there it is. YOU KNOW THEY KNEW THERE WAS A CAMERA."

"ok but where’s the pda or did that get made up? cause these have to be the most awkward pics i’ve ever seen which makes me feel better 😂 also i can feel the meme’s coming with the one of her diving off the boat"

"I call it how I see it they are both assholes and full of shit. Like do your fake kiss somewhere else I do not want to see it!"

"Can they at least act like they’re having a good time?"

"hahahaha I can't stop laughing with that photo of O it's literally her knowing she's being photographed and diving into a professional swimmer style😭"

"the pics are so organic that Olivia is looking straight at the pap before kissing Harry."

"he looked a lot happier with kendall in their yacht pics compared to today’s. i know that was PR too, but he was very smiley and seemed talkative. with this girl it’s like the complete opposite lmao."

[bugoverlord]

5 times kuroo couldn’t help kenma, and one where he didn't need to///kuroken

1-

Kenma falls to the ground. His wobbly legs give out after running so far and fast. He breathes heavy as he collects himself again. He looks behind him quickly to find that he was not being chased anymore. 

He hates the other kids. He hates how they don’t like him or his hair or his shyness. He wishes that they would just leave him alone for once instead of harassing him every chance they get. 

Kenma is nine years old and in the second grade when the other kids decide to start trying to get Kenma to open up in the worst way possible. First it started with fake-but-polite smiles in his direction during lunch, but when they realized he wasn’t going to smile back or even look them in the eye, they got mean. They tripped him and pushed him. They would yell and make fun of his hair and voice and clothes. 

Thats why he found himself on the sidewalk, blocks away from school after trying and succeeding to outrun the bullies.

His eyes tear up and his throat heaves a dry sob. He started crying even more when he realizes in the midst of running away, that he forgot his backpack. He knew that his mom would get mad and he knew that if he went back to get it, he would just get hurt even more. So, he stayed on the sidewalk helpless crying at his scraped knee and hurt feelings.

He hears a quiet “Kenma!”, coming from behind him. He sees Kuroo, his best friend and the only person that has ever decided to stay with him voluntarily. He has a concerned look on his face as he draws nearer. 

“Kenma.. did the other kids hurt you again?” He asks.

Kenma nods shakily, trying to get up from the ground. 

Kuroo frowns and shakes his head, obviously angry.

“Well, I knew that you had gone somewhere because when I went to your class after school today you weren’t there but your bag was, and I knew you would never leave your bag unattended with your PSP inside so I went and tried to find you, but you weren't anywhere on school property and I got scared so I ran out of school and-” Kuroo says, his words slightly slurring together as he tries to say all of it in only a few breaths. 

“I’m ok.” Kenma says and interrupts Kuroo. His words are slightly wavering but he puts on a brave face and reaches for his bag from Kuroo's hands. Once he has the bag in his hand he just reaches inside and pulls out his PSP and turns it on. He’s already turned around when he says “Let’s just go home.” and starts walking.

2- (S*LF H*RM TW)

Kenma is on his bed playing a video game when Kuroo bursts through the door. 

“Hey Kenma! I brought Mario Kart!” 

Kenma smiles slightly and scoots to the side on his bed, a clear invitation to have Kuroo sit beside him. Kuroo sits down and sets up the game for two players. Kenma quickly pulls his long sleeves back down his arms when Kuroo isn’t looking, and saves and shuts down the hand-held game he was playing. 

He returns his attention back on Mario Kart as he gets ready to play the game. 

They play about ten rounds before Kuroo decides he’s had enough of being beaten by Kenma. “This isn’t fair! You know everything about this game! How the hell am I supposed to beat that?” 

Kenma grins wolfishly before setting the controller down and shutting the game off for both of them. While he does this, he says “It’s not my fault you’re terrible at video games.” Kuroo gasps, offended and punches Kenma in the arm.

They both laugh and pull out their homework that they got during the day. Kenma is currently in his second year of middle school, while Kuroo is in his third. 

They work silently, only making noise when asking about a question or complaining about the amount of work the have each been given.

Kenma huffs. He doesn't get this assignment at all. 

“Hey kuro, can you help me?”

Kuroo turns towards Kenma and looks at the page that Kenma has laid in front of him.

“Oh! I remember doing this! So basically..” Kuroo starts but he trails off as he looks at Kenma.

Specifically his arms.

When Kenma realizes this his face turns red and he pulls down his sleeves quickly. He must’ve pulled them up subconsciously while focusing on his work.

“Actually I’m okay I can do it later.” Kenma tries to grab the paper from where Kuroo has placed it under his hands but Kuroo won’t let him.

“Kenma.. where did those cuts come from?” Kenma freezes and doesn’t respond. How could he respond to something like that without being suspicious?

“Kenma. Give me your arm.” Kuroo says, and Kenma can tell that this isn’t a request.

He shakes his head and tucks his arms to his chest, trying to fold into himself so he won’t have to deal with Kuroo’s questions.

“Kenma.” Kuroo says as he grabs at Kenma’s tucked away arms. Kuroo struggles a bit before he latches onto Kenma’s left arm and pulls up the sleeve.

Along Kenma’s forearm are horizontal cuts that are littered everywhere from his wrists to the fold of his elbow. Some clearly new and some light pink and old.

Kenma tries to pull back his arm but Kuroo’s grip won’t let up.

“Did you do this to yourself?” Kuroo asks, concerned. After a few seconds of hesitation Kenma nods slowly. 

Kuroo’s expression turns into horror as he stares back down at Kenma’s cuts. 

“Why?” 

“It just got too much and I didn’t know what to do,” Kenma starts, his face scrunching up tightly while tears start to stream down his face. His breathing gets harsher but he continues, “I’m sorry I won’t do it again, I promise. Please let go Kuroo. I didn’t mean to I promise, It just got to much and I didn’t know how to deal with it I’m sorry-”

Kuroo lets his grip loosen but as soon as Kenma pulls his arm back he throws his arms around the setter. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you Kenma. I love you so much please stop doing this to yourself. I don’t know what I would do if you were gone, Kenma. Please promise me that you won’t do this again.” Kuroo says, his words muffled in Kenma's neck. 

Kenma can feel Kuroo’s tears on his skin so he puts his arms around Kuro, trying to comfort the other boy more than himself.

“I promise. I love you too.”

3-

Kenma picks up another ball and puts it on top of the pile in his arms. 

“Kozume-kun! Pick up the rest of the balls in the gym for your Senpais!” One of the third years of Nekoma high shouts at him.

This surprises him so much that he drops the three balls that were balancing in his arms. He frowns when he hears laughing coming from behind him.

He starts to pick the balls back up but he pauses when he hears whispers.

“God, look at him, he’s so pathetic.”

“He’s so easy to push around, I wonder why the rooster-head doesn’t use that to his advantage.” “It’s probably because he takes pity on him, I mean, look at the kid! He looks scared of his own shadow.”

His eyes fill with tears and he stubbornly blinks them away and continues to pick up the rest of the balls on the gym floor. Once he puts all of them back into the basket and gets ready to leave, another third year shouts at him again. 

“Oh, Kozume-kun, I forgot to tell you, it’s our turn to mop the floor tonight!” 

The group of third years leave after that, and Kenma breaths in harshly before mumbling under his breath “yeah, just like it was yesterday and the day before,,,”

He goes to the supply closet and brings out the floor cleaner. As he starts mopping up the floor, he hears shoes squeaking near the door. When he turns to look however, he sees Kuro standing there instead of the third year bully he expected.

Kuroo frowns when he sees what Kenma is doing and walks over to him. He takes the mop from his hand and drags the cleaning supplies back into the supply closet.

“You know you could say no to the third-years once in a while.” Kuroo says.

“We both know that they wouldn’t let me out of the work no matter how many times I say no. And even if they did, they would get back at me for it, later.” Kenma says softly, looking down at his shoes.

“You should have told me.”

“Told you what? That the third years are making me do some extra cleaning? That they’re making me run more than the others? What good would that do? It wouldn’t change how they treat me and you know it.” 

Kuroo sighs and brings his arms up and around Kenma’s shoulders.

“I just wish I could do something. I wish they would leave you alone so you can really enjoy volleyball this year.” Kuroo says nuzzling the top of Kenma's head.

“yeah.” Kenma quietly agrees. 

Kuroo pulls back from the hug and looks at Kenma's face. He leans down a few inches, and plants his mouth on Kenma’s. It lingers for a few second before he pulls away and pulls Kenma back into his arms. This isn’t a new experience for either of them. They have been sharing kisses since the year prior when they both admitted that they had feelings for each other.

They stand there hugging in the gym until a teacher comes into the gym and yells at them for staying too late into the night.

4-

Kenma is sitting in the corner of his room at ‘his’ 17th birthday party. 

It doesn’t feel like his, it feels like an excuse for his parents to invite family and family friends to their house. 

His eyes prickle with tears and he covers his mouth as the sobs start pouring out of him. He can’t control them anymore. The people here and the loudness of everything is getting to him.

He can feel his breathing growing ragged as he tries to control his panic, but knowing that there are at least 20 people in his house mingling right now fills him with unexplainable dread and anxiety.

the only person that he actually wanted here was Kuroo, and he is here, but he got dragged away by Kenma’s parents as soon as he stepped through the door and Kenma hasn’t see him since.

While he’s trying to calm himself down he doesn’t hear the door to his bedroom open and close softly. 

When he’s finally noticed the legs in front of him and looks up, he sees Kuroo with a sad smile on his face looking down at him.

“Hey kitten. Happy birthday. I’m sorry I didn’t say that earlier but you know how your parents are.” Kuro puts his hand out for Kenma and Kenma gratefully takes it. Kuroo pulls both of them onto the bed, and guides Kenma down to his chest.

“I’m sorry that you aren’t enjoying yourself, babe. I wish I could kick all of the people out and just kiss you senseless for a while.” Kuroo says, rubbing hand up and down Kenma’s back.

Kenma nods against his chest and closes his eyes. His breathing has evened out again and the tears eventually stop coming. Even thought he can still hear the people around the house, the voices have quieted. 

Kuroo brings Kenma up to his face and brushes a piece of hair out of his face.

“You are so pretty Kenma.”

Kenma’s face scrunches up in embarrassment and turns red.

“Shut up.” Despite the words, there is no vicious tone in his voice and Kuroo knows that he’s just flustered.

Kuroo brings their faces closer together and says “Happy Birthday, Kenma.” Before kissing him.

5-

“Hello?”

“Kuroo?” Kenma says, sounding nasally and emotional, like he’s been crying.

“Yeah it’s me. You alright?” Kuroo replies already feeling worried for Kenma.

“No.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“You made a mistake.” Kenma says, voice wavering. “I shouldn’t be captain. They don’t listen to me no matter how loud I try to be. The first years are constantly yelling and jumping around and nothing ever gets done. I can’t do this anymore. I have to quit.”

“Kenma, they aren’t doing this on purpose believe me i’ve-”

“You don’t know what it’s like to be a failure Kuro! You were always the perfect captain, able to fix anyones problems with just a stupid speech. I don’t have any talent in volleyball and everyone is finally realizing it after I can't hide behind you.” Kenma says aggressively.

“Kenma. You are so talented. You are one of the best setters I know-” Kenma snorts through the phone. “I’m serious. You don’t have the best technique i’ve ever seen, but you see so much. You can come up with the best strategies when you put your mind to it.” Kuroo says.

“I know how tough it can be to get younger players in line, but believe me, when you finally see their full potential and put it all together, you can create a well-oiled-machine. Please just keep trying. For me.”

“I- I just don’t know what to do.” Kenma says after a moment of silence. “How do you get them to listen?”

“Be calm and keep your head. Try to be as authoritative as you can be, and try to show them some cool plays. That always gets them excited.” Kuroo responds.

They both laugh quietly.

“Thank you, Tetsurou.” Kenma says, sounding a lot more calm.

“Anytime, Kitten.” Kuroo responds. “Feel free to call me whenever you need advice. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

1+

“Hello, welcome to Arcadia.” Kenma says from behind the counter. This job is his favorite one he’s had so far, not because of the customers, but because of the games that are around the store. 

The customer that came through the door nods her head and starts walking around the small store. 

Kuro comes out of the back holding his bag and some headphones.

“I’ll see you at home, my shifts over for today.” Kenma nods and Kuroo gives one of his small genuine smiles.

While Kuroo is saying goodbye and getting the rest of his things, the young girl that came in just a few minutes earlier comes up to the counter.

She smiles shyly and tucks her hair behind her ears while Kenma rings her up. He doesn't pay any mind and just says “Your total comes up to $12.04.” She nods and pulls out her wallet. After she has paid for her game, she says “Um- can we- I mean- do you want to go out for lunch some time?” 

Kenma’s eyes widen. Kuro is standing behind him ready to say something when kenma kicks him under the counter lightly.

“No thanks. Sorry though. Your pretty and all but I’m taken.” kenma says with a bored look on his face. She looks suprised and says “By who?”

“The guy behind me.”

Her face falls into an embarrassed smile and she quickly bows and basically runs out of the shop.

They both let out relieved sighs they didn't realize they were keeping in, and looked at each other before breaking out into small chuckles.

“Wow, I’m surprised at how good you handled that. If we were still in high school you would have turned red and started stammering or something. I guess my shy little Kenma is long gone now.” Kuroo says teasingly as he packs the last of his things from the store.

“Yeah, yeah. Go away.” Kenma says with a red flush on his faced at being teased. Kuroo smirks and pulls Kenma’s face in for a goodbye kiss before leaving. 

“See you at home.” Kuroo says.

“Yeah, see you.”

-END-

WOOO that probably the longest fic i’ve posted on here haha! Hope u enjoy my shitty writing!

[taelme]

Don’t Need Your Love Club - Recruiting Now! (Welcome, Lee Donghyuck)

genre: high school!au, student council member!donghyuck, friends-to-lovers!au (fluff, angst with a happy ending, kind of mutual pining?) 

pairing/s: Haechan / Reader (ft dreamies and some other Kpop 00 line boys, and Gugudan Mina) 

word count: 17k+ 

tw: none! 

a/n: after the long wait...the final part is up!! thank u guys for being patient lol I hope this chapter was satisfactory,, so please enjoy~~ also none of my works are beta read sorry so feedback is very much appreciated heh under the cut bc its pretty long! 

Lee Donghyuck was a selfish being. He was someone that joined the student council for the sake of being able to bend the rules, someone that had a way with words that managed to manipulate people into doing things for his convenience. And someone that never felt bad about guilt tripping somebody for his own gain. Even if that somebody was you. 

lee donghyuck 11:15am -r u coming for my match later- 

You rolled your eyes, sinking further down in your seat as you typed out a reply with one hand, hiding your phone under the table as you nodded along with whatever your teacher was saying. 

11:15am -you've asked me this already im trying to pay attention- 

You glanced over at Donghyuck's seat at the other end of the classroom, the teachers having separated your desks at the start of the term since the both of you were always distracted if you were seated near each other. Not that you weren’t still distracted when he was all the way at the other side of the classroom, clearly.

He was sitting with his body angled towards you, leaning against the wall with his head supported by his elbow on the table, his hair mussed up as he kept his gaze on the board while typing his reply to you. 

lee donghyuck 11:16am - wtv - 11:16am - was just checking if u rmb... - 11:16am - anyway r u buying me flowers- 

You cast a glance at him, seeing that his position had shifted now as he hunched over his desk, fiddling with his tie. Looking over to you, he'd met your gaze, quirking his eyebrows ever so quickly as he gestured discreetly at his phone, a small smirk on his face. 

11:16am -it's not like its a choir performance... i see u play all the time-

You swore you'd heard Donghyuck stop himself from whining, smiling sweetly at your teacher before he typed his reply to you. 

lee donghyuck 11:17am - but jisung said u were getting him flowers!! >:( - 

You pressed your lips firmly together in your attempt to suppress your smile, twirling your pen with one hand. 

11:17am - 1. thats bc jisung is my brother 11:17am -2. the flowers are from my mom bc its his first game.- 11:17am -from what i know, u r both not my brother n not playing ur first game = no flowers for u - 

lee donghyuck 11:17am - :(!!!!! - 

11:18am - what time do you have to leave? - 

lee donghyuck 11:18am – in 2 minutes -

11:18am - ok have a good practice see u later - 

You watched out of boredom as he'd already begun to pack his things, blatantly disregarding that the lesson was still going on (you were sure he'd ask you for the notes the following week). 

"Lee Donghyuck, you need to be dismissed, am I right?" your head turned sharply towards your teacher as her voice raised slightly. She never did try to hide her annoyance at Donghyuck having to skip lessons all the time because of volleyball matches or student council events. 

Donghyuck looked up from his bag, nodding with a smile as he zipped it up, slinging it over his shoulder. It didn’t help the teacher that Donghyuck simply loved to piss her off. 

"Alright, go," she waved him off. 

Bending down to hook his shoe bag and water bottle on his finger, Donghyuck turned to you to nod his head goodbye before he'd strolled leisurely out of the class. 

=== 

You'd retrieved the (awfully large) bouquet of flowers from your locker after school ended before heading to Donghyuck's volleyball match, having hitched a ride with Chenle so you could split the cab fare, despite Chenle's insistence that he could have paid for the both of you. 

"Is that for Jisung?" 

You gestured with your gaze towards the bag he was holding in his hand, earning a nod from him. Looking closer, you realised that it was a cup of Jisung's ever-so-specific drink order from the bubble tea shop near your school. 

"He seemed pretty nervous for today, thought it'd be nice to get him something small as a reward." 

The corner of your lips lifted into a smirk, a huff of amusement leaving you, "are you sure it won't be diluted by the end of the game?" 

Chenle's eyes widened, glancing between you and the drink as his lips parted, making you shake your head, ruffling his hair affectionately. 

"Don't worry, Jisung will probably still drink it anyway," you laughed. 

"Did you get those for Donghyuck, too?" He nodded with his head towards the bag you were holding.

You raised an eyebrow, following his gaze to realise he was gesturing to your bag containing Jisung's bouquet, almost forgetting you were carrying it. 

You shook your head.

"Nope, my mom got these for Jisung..." you trailed off, your mind wandering back to how Donghyuck was pestering you to get flowers for him, a strange feeling of guilt creeping up on you if you were to decide not to get him anything. 

Staring out of the car window, you tried to recall how much spending money you had left for the rest of the week.

"Chenle, do you remember if they have a florist near the venue?" 

You wanted to scoff at yourself. What was the special occasion anyway? 

It was just any other one of Donghyuck’s matches, yet you were only feeling extremely guilty now about not buying him flowers of all things to show your support. 

Chenle's lips pursed, shaking his head before taking his phone and keying in something. 

"Oh! There is! Says here that it's at the mall next to the stadium," your eyes widened, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you tried to read the details on the shop location on his phone. 

Chenle narrowed his eyes at you, "are you gonna get something for Donghyuck?" 

You scoffed at the way he was smiling at you, waving him off, "I'll see if it's within my budget." 

Finding the florist took you and Chenle long enough, the dainty shop having been tucked away at a far end of the mall, but picking out a flower took even longer. 

"What about this one?" Chenle pointed at a similar bouquet as to what you had for Jisung, a pretty bouquet of yellow and pink tulips. 

"Too expensive," you whispered just soft enough that the shop owner wouldn't hear, skimming over the bouquet and letting your gaze travel towards the bright sunflower bouquets. 

"And plus, Donghyuck likes sunflowers." 

"This one?" you asked Chenle, pointing at a small simple bouquet of a sunflower and baby's breath. 

Chenle let out a hum in approval, "oh, this is cute, yeah, sure you should get this!" he told you, nodding. 

You bid the thirty-over dollars in your wallet goodbye, mentally cursing Donghyuck for managing to guilt trip you into buying flowers for him. 

Grabbing the bouquet and shoving it into the same bag as Jisung's before practically jogging to the venue with Chenle, the both of you running late from spending so long at the mall. 

Struggling to keep up with Chenle, you saw him turn to you, waving his phone, "Jeno says they saved a seat for us!" 

You nodded, already out of breath as you let him lead you into the stands closer to where your school's team would be seated, spotting them doing warm-ups at the bleachers. 

Greeting Donghyuck’s friends, you’d seated yourself in between Chenle and Renjun, stretching your neck to look over the banners that the girls seated in front of you were holding, trying to find Donghyuck in the crowd of black volleyball jerseys. 

Jisung seemed to have spotted you, calling the said boy and pointing at your direction. Looking up in confusion, Donghyuck’s eyes searched the crowd before spotting you and his friends, the group of you waving enthusiastically (not to mention the girls in front of you as well who had immediately squealed when Donghyuck had smiled in their direction). 

Walking over to Jisung, the two had partnered each other for warm-ups, Donghyuck starting to get into his more serious mood as he would during his games. 

“Damn, look at Donghyuck. He’s just stretching but he looks so good,” your eyes widened when you heard the girl in front of you lean over to divulge to her friend. 

Chenle turned to you with raised eyebrows, not-so-secretly pointing at the girl with an expectant look on his face. 

“What?” You scoffed. 

“You’ve got some competitors,” he told you, erupting into a burst of laughter causing the girls to turn around, eyeing Chenle in shock. 

Nodding apologetically to them, (though you weren’t all that sorry), you leant over to Chenle slightly and dropped your voice to a murmur. 

“They can have him. I’m sure his ego would explode.”

Renjun turned to you, seemingly interested in your conversation.

“What are you guys talking about?”

Chenle butt in quickly, “I’m telling Y/N to claim her man!”

Your eyes widened, shooting Chenle a warning glare.

Renjun’s lips formed a thoughtful pout, “Donghyuck?” 

You scoffed, “I don’t know what you guys are talking about, Donghyuck and I are just friends.” 

You grimaced at the thought of you and Donghyuck ever dating, the thought itself enough to make your insides stir. 

Was it supposed to do that? Maybe you were having indigestion. 

Chenle made a face, trying hard but not doing a very good job to hide his scepticism, seeming to disagree with you. 

“Ouch, hope Donghyuck never has to hear that,” Renjun laughed, seeming to distrust your words as well. 

Rolling your eyes, you kicked the bag of flowers under your seat, not wishing to see them and let your thoughts wander even more. 

Shaking your head, you’d tried to focus on the game as much as you could despite the incessant commentary coming from in front of you of ‘oh Donghyuck’s this, Donghyuck’s that’. As much as you were glad that he had people who liked him instead of hating him, you couldn’t help but wish you could shield Donghyuck from their view, their drooling over him growing distracting as time passed. 

You tried your best, for Donghyuck’s sake, to look past your annoyance and focus on the game, even though you couldn’t say you knew what was happening, having not paid much attention when Donghyuck had tried explaining the different roles of his team members to you on countless occasions. 

To you, you would cheer when the girls sitting in front of you cheered. That was safest. 

Aside from cheering, you would never fail to return the little proud smile Donghyuck would give you after a shot he was particularly proud of, something inside of you feeling heavy with the memory of Renjun and Chenle’s previous words, wondering if it was normal to feel so enamoured when you were looking at your friend smile at you from the court like that. 

You were starting to grow anxious as the game neared its end, your leg starting to bounce as you saw the girls in front of you starting to prepare their gifts, reminding you that you had a gift for Donghyuck too. 

You wanted to scoff at yourself. You weren’t sure where all your anxiousness was coming from. It wasn’t as if you guys weren’t close. You’d given him plenty of gifts, so what made the flowers so different? 

Friends give each other flowers all the time. Yeah, whatever, maybe that’s just my love language, you assured yourself, despite knowing very well that it wasn’t true. 

Startling in your seat when you heard the crowd erupt in cheers, you tore your gaze away from the girls in front of you, cursing inwardly when you realised the game had ended and you’d basically missed the final sequence. 

“Did you see that?” Chenle turned excitedly to you, beaming. 

Laughing nervously, you nodded, surprised he couldn’t tell you were lying with how blatant you were being about it. 

“Now we wait,” you heard Renjun sigh, leaning back in his seat with his hands in his lap just as the girls in front of you had stood up, practically running downstairs to head over to the lobby to wait for Donghyuck. 

“I wish they could just mail them to his house or something,” you yawned, bending over to pull the bag of flowers out from underneath your seat. 

Peeping in the box to check if any of the flowers were damaged, you nodded in satisfaction when you found that they were all still in good condition. 

“I can’t wait, I’ve gotta go meet my girlfriend,” Jeno confessed, a sheepish smile on his face, warranting much teasing from the boys. 

“I’m hitching a ride with him, what about you Renjun?” Jaemin added, slinging his bag over his shoulder, the two of them giving Renjun an expectant look. 

Renjun looked almost contemplative, casting Chenle a glance before shaking his head, “nah, you guys go ahead, I can wait with them.” 

You walked with them along to the entrance of the venue, gripping the bag in your hands tightly, switching between holding Jisung’s bouquet in your hands and shoving it into the bag together with Donghyuck’s in your indecision. 

You watched as Chenle took a sip of the drink he bought for Jisung, an impressed pout on his lips as he nodded in approval. 

“Wow, I should give this place a good review, it still tastes pretty good even after all the waiting.” 

You shook your head with a huff, not being able to help the smile from your face, yet at the same time you were thankful Chenle was so calm while waiting, serving to help you calm your nerves as well. 

Renjun, however, was the opposite. Leaning against the wall you stood at, he shook his fringe away from his eyes as he let out a loud sigh, his features pinched in annoyance. 

“What’s taking him so long?!”

You laughed, “they’re probably still taking group pictures.” 

You could already imagine it, the way Donghyuck would pose ridiculously with his teammates, anticipating the shots he would show you later on. 

You tried to ignore the way the girls who had sat in front of you were now anxiously fixing their hair while waiting for Donghyuck, practically squealing in their giddy anticipation. 

Soon enough, (and thankfully before Chenle could drink too much of Jisung’s drink), you’d watched the double doors open, Donghyuck’s teammates walking out, your eyes widening when you saw who was next to him. 

Chenle had summoned Jisung over quickly, giving you a chance to calm down your racing heart that Hyunjin and Donghyuck were beginning to approach Renjun. 

Your excitement was short-lived, the girls having ambushed him before he could reach Renjun, holding out their small presents for him. 

“Donghyuck you were so cool today! You played so well!” 

“Yeah! You look really cool when you play!” You heard another girl chime in. 

Suppressing your feelings of annoyance, you decided to ignore them for the time being, tuning out their words as you tried to focus on your task at hand. 

“Here,” you shoved the flowers to Jisung, his eyes wide as he sipped on the drink Chenle got him, a surprised smile making its way on his face. 

“You bought these?” He mumbled through his mouthful of tapioca pearls, shaking his head to arrange his hair, though it didn’t do much since it was already messy from playing, sticking out at strange places. 

Rolling your eyes, you ignored the way Donghyuck was tugging on your hand, asking for your attention. 

“No, they’re from mom,” you shook your head, “anyway, are you two going out after this?” 

Chenle gave you a pleading smile, making you scrunch your nose up with a smile. You were never one to say no to Chenle. 

“Alright, go, just remember to tell mom you’ll be late, okay?” You reminded, watching as Jisung’s mouth fell agape in realisation, nodding appreciatively at you before he started to walk off with Chenle. 

Trying to keep your tone steady, you’d finally turned around to face Renjun, Hyunjin and Donghyuck. 

Your breath hitched at the sight of Hyunjin, whose stoic expression changed to a smile to greet you, bringing a hand up to wave at you. 

“Hey,” he huffed. 

“Hi,” you cursed yourself at how breathless you sounded, raising your hand despite Donghyuck’s fingers gripping tightly on the sleeve of your school sweater. 

You missed the offence in Donghyuck’s glare, said boy unable to believe that you were paying more attention to Hyunjin than you were to him at the moment. 

Like you said, Donghyuck was selfish, and he couldn’t stand the fact that Hyunjin was getting more attention from you than he was. 

What was this, a smiling contest? 

Donghyuck wanted to scoff, tightening his grip on your sleeve, though it didn’t seem to bother you, your mood seeming to have lifted just from seeing Hyunjin. 

Renjun seemed to have sensed Donghyuck’s tension, trying his best as he tried to divert your attention back to Donghyuck, trying to signal to Hyunjin that it would be better to leave the two of you alone. 

“Hey, yeah so you were telling me about that thing just now?” Renjun interrupted whatever strange exchange you were having with Hyunjin. 

His sudden question made Hyunjin’s eyebrows lower in confusion, earning a desperate look from Renjun (which you’d missed while you were busy looking at the pretty earrings Hyunjin was wearing). 

Donghyuck caught on quickly to Renjun’s intentions, the latter discreetly waving his hand in a silent plead for him to go ahead. 

“Right, okay, we’ll be off now. Bye!” Donghyuck beamed, his grip moving to your wrist before pulling you out of the venue. 

“Why’d you leave so quick? I was having a great time,” you scoffed, stumbling once he’d let you go, regaining your balance ungracefully, dropping the bag of flowers with a gasp. 

Donghyuck rolled his eyes, straightening out his jersey as if you’d gotten it messed up when he’d dragged you out from the venue. 

“Yeah, I could tell. I could see your heart eyes for Hyunjin from a mile away,” he scoffed, “actually, now that I’m thinking about it...” he helped you up, looking elsewhere as he pretended to be upset at you. 

You dusted off the bag, flinching away when Donghyuck had turned abruptly to face you. 

“Do you just come for my games as an excuse to drool over Hyunjin?” 

You grit your teeth, huffing as you shoved the bag containing his bouquet towards him, hitting him in the chest with your fist as you did so. Letting out a dramatic whine in feigned hurt, his eyes widened at the sight of the bag, his hand wrapping around yours and tugging the bag out of your grip. 

“What’s this? For me?” His smile grew, holding his shoe bag between his elbow and his waist, opening the bag and pulling out the bouquet with a slow gasp, his expression abruptly dropping, “please tell me these weren’t from your mom.” 

You groaned, walking ahead of him, “they weren’t. I bought them.” 

Donghyuck’s lips pressed against each other firmly, poorly concealing his smile, taking his phone out and holding it out as if about to take a selfie, beckoning you over with the bouquet. 

“Come here, I need evidence that this happened.” 

You tried to maintain your glare, though you couldn’t help the smile from your face, reaching over to take his shoe bag and water bottle from him, carrying it behind your back so it wasn’t visible in the picture. Taking the picture quickly, Donghyuck smiled at his handiwork. 

“You’re an ass, you know that? I spent the rest of my week’s allowance on your stupid flowers,” you laughed, swinging his shoe bag as you walked, turning to him with a smile, not being able to stay annoyed at him with how happy he looked. 

Maybe you weren’t so upset about spending your money on the flowers anymore. 

Donghyuck brought the flowers beneath his nose, inhaling and letting out a sigh of contentment, glancing at you before looking back down, pulling his phone out in his attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible. 

“Thanks,” he murmured. 

“Whatever. You played really well today,” you told him, “well, not that I understood what was happening during the game, but the girls just now seemed to have thought so too,” you shrugged, turning to him with a playful grin on your face. 

Clearing your throat, you tried your best impression of the girls that had approached him just now, “oh Donghyuck! You’re so cool when you play! You look so hot when you’re serious!” 

Donghyuck scoffed, trying to hide his blush by pretending to act busy booking a car for the both of you. 

“They never said that second part,” he scoffed. 

You shrugged, “yeah, well you didn’t hear them during the game. I never knew till now that you had so many girls thirsting over you,” you crouched down next to him, tired from standing. 

“Yeah, like how you thirst over Hyunjin?” He shot back, “anyway, the car’s coming in 5 minutes.” 

“Okay,” you acknowledged, “and by the way, I don’t thirst over Hyunjin.”

Donghyuck made an obnoxious sound to imitate you, folding his arms before he used his knee to nudge you, making you lose your balance and fall onto your bum. 

“Yeah, sure,” he drawled, a smug smirk on his face. 

The both of you sat in a fatigued silence until the car had arrived, Donghyuck having entered before you, setting the flowers carefully on his lap, fiddling with the packaging of the bouquet. 

You watched as he brought his phone up to check the time, swiping accidentally and revealing his reminders, one of them being ’29 days to my birthday!’ not being able to help the smile from your face.

“Are you having a party this year?” You asked, seeing him nod, yawning loudly as he shoved his phone back into his pocket, making you cast a worried glance towards the driver to see if Donghyuck’s volume had annoyed him. 

“Yeah, on the day itself. It’s a Sunday. Can you make it?” You frowned. 

“I was supposed to go visit my grandma that week, but I have to check with you again,” you told him, seeing his features pull into a frown. 

“Can grandma wait a few days more?” He sulked, and you turned your gaze away from the window to look at him in both disbelief and amusement, almost knowing he would have said that. 

You saw him leaning closer to rest his head on your shoulder, pulling his phone back out to change the subject, not wishing to let himself feel upset at the thought that you might not be able to make it for his birthday party. 

“Look, I came out really well in the pictures we took just now,” Donghyuck showed you the group picture of his volleyball team, making you zoom into where he was, conveniently standing next to Hyunjin. 

Donghyuck seemed to have realised this, swiping the picture so you were only able to see him in the photo, making you laugh, shoving his phone away. 

“Have you figured out what you wanted for your birthday?” You asked, trying to turn your head in an attempt to see his face better but not doing a very good job, giving up and settling on looking at his fingers which were touching the sunflower petals gently. 

Donghyuck thought off of the top of his head, wanting to slap himself when his first thought was that he’d wanted a kiss from you. He was definitely spending too much time with Jaemin. 

“No, I’m not sure yet,” he yawned, snuggling more into you, and you’d relaxed your shoulder in your hopes to make him feel more comfortable. 

You nodded, “think about it, okay? Let me know so I can get it for you.” 

You were thankful that you were already reaching your house, since Donghyuck was already beginning to doze off after a short period of silence, his head slowly sliding down your shoulder before he would jerk back awake and resume his previous position. 

Eventually, he’d pulled his head away from your shoulder, bringing his hand up to push his hair away from his forehead haphazardly.

“I’m so tired.” 

“Maybe you should try to sleep early today, you don’t have to wake up early tomorrow, do you?” 

He sighed, pausing before groaning, possibly with more anguish than his sigh, “I do. I’ve got some stupid student council thing tomorrow that I’ve got to be in school early for.” 

You gave him your best look of pity, “on a Saturday?” 

He nodded gravely, “we’re hosting the student council members from other schools too. I wouldn’t go if I had a choice but they’re giving me credits for attending, and you and I both know I need all the credits I can get,” he sighed, sinking down in his seat. 

Donghyuck noticed how you’d begun to gather your things, a part of him wishing he hadn’t fallen asleep so he could’ve talked to you more. 

Feeling the car start to slow down, he’d given you a tired smile, “bye.” 

You nodded, waving him goodbye before exiting the car. 

=== 

The next time you’d met Donghyuck was during lunch in school the next Monday, you were seated with your friends at your usual table in the cafeteria, away from the crowd so it wouldn’t feel stuffy but also in a position where you would have a direct view of almost everyone in the cafeteria. 

“Can you come for my finals match?” was the first thing he’d asked you upon squeezing himself next to you on the bench, your eyes falling onto his absence of his badge above his breast pocket. 

“Name tag,” you reminded out of habit, seeing him glance down at his chest before fumbling in his pocket to pull out his name tag, pinning it onto his shirt with haste. 

“It’s next week,” he told you, “on a Friday,” he added as an afterthought. 

You nodded, “I don’t think I have anything planned that day, for now.” 

“Okay, great. Text you later,” he beamed, about to leave when you’d grabbed his wrist before he could. 

“Are you not eating?” 

Donghyuck paused to process what you were asking, momentarily thrown off by your hand on his forearm, not to mention the way he’d almost let his heart flutter at your concern, shaking his head a little belatedly. 

“No, yeah. I’m eating with the dnyl guys,” you nodded slowly, letting go of his arm before waving him off. 

“Bye,” he left quickly, strangely excited after receiving the news that you would be able to go for his match, especially since it was his final match for your national competition among the different schools. 

Jogging over to the empty classroom he’d opened for the dnyl club to meet, he’d barged into the class, shocking Renjun with his loud entrance. 

“Oh my God, I thought you were a teacher,” his hand flew to cover his chest where his heart was, glaring at Donghyuck. 

The boy remained unapologetic, taking a seat at one of the tables they’d pushed together to form a misshapen circle. 

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he’d set it on the table. 

“So, did you ask them about your match?” Jaemin asked, tearing open the packaging of his bun. 

“Yep,” Donghyuck smiled. 

“Are you referring to Y/N?” Jeno asked, setting his phone down when it was still open on one of his battleground rounds, his interests clearly not being in his match anymore. 

“Yeah,” Donghyuck murmured, reaching over to grab a bun from the bag on Jaemin’s table. 

“How’s things going with her?” Jeno continued, making Donghyuck shrug, suddenly focused on getting the packet of bread open, 

“What do you mean?” 

Donghyuck sighed, at the difficulty of tearing the packaging open or at the topic, he wasn’t too sure. 

“You know, didn’t you have this whole plan to win her over by your birthday?” Jaemin chimed in, sensing Jeno’s confusion. 

Renjun eyed Donghyuck carefully as he saw his phone light up with notifications, Donghyuck glancing at his phone briefly before looking away almost in disappointment. 

“Who’s texting you?” Renjun murmured, earning confused looks from Jeno and Jaemin for changing the topic so quickly. 

Donghyuck managed to tear an opening in the packet with his teeth, taking a bite out of his bun, “oh, this girl I met on Saturday that was helping out at the student council event.” 

“Oh, do you guys have to do like a project together or something?” Renjun asked, though he knew better than to think Donghyuck actually did things for the student council. 

Donghyuck shook his head. 

“Nope, we’re just like..talking. She’s pretty nice, and like, fun I guess. She’s pretty popular too” he shrugged. 

Jaemin’s mouth fell open, looking almost offended, “what about Y/N?” 

Donghyuck shrugged, “what about her?” 

Jeno gave Renjun a surprised look, the both of them glancing back at Jaemin quickly to see what Jaemin would respond with. 

The latter scoffed, not seeming to understand Donghyuck’s logic this time. 

“Oh, well, maybe because if I were you and I really liked someone, I wouldn’t be hitting on other girls?” 

Donghyuck rolled his eyes. 

“I’m not...hitting on her, we’re just talking, that’s all there is to it.” 

Renjun let out a low whistle, the discomfort of the tension between Jaemin and Donghyuck feeling heavy in the room. 

“Whatever you say, man.” 

“Look, I do like Y/N. I really really do. But how am I supposed to know if things are gonna work in my favour in the end? I mean, I know I can try but, I’m putting myself up to get hurt too, you know?” 

Once again, Donghyuck proved that he was selfish, afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve like how Renjun did. Protecting it was first priority, especially when he still wasn’t clear on how you felt. 

Jeno pursed his lips, nodding slowly, huffing. 

“Well, I guess that’s what we’re here for. Think about it, you’re the only one out of the four of us that doesn’t have a girlfriend yet. If anything, our advice would be for your benefit, not the other way around.” 

Donghyuck wanted to groan. He wanted to believe them, he really did. But a part of him couldn’t shake the way even Hyunjin seemed to have more odds in winning you over than he did, the feeling of fighting a losing battle. 

But ultimately, Donghyuck nodded, dismissing the topic, “yeah, whatever. I don’t need love, right? That’s the whole reason Harvey made me join this stupid club anyway.” 

In other words, the only reason why Donghyuck joined the club was because he realised that seeing your stupid smile went from feeling familiar to feeling unfamiliar, and it was the kind of unfamiliar that Donghyuck knew was akin to the heart-pounding, time- slowing love that movie protagonists always went on about. 

And he figured he’d might as well surround himself with stories of unfortunate love lives, because he knew his was screwed. 

The boys exchanged knowing looks with each other, choosing to brush the topic off for Donghyuck’s sake. 

“So, how’s preparation for your match been going?” 

=== 

“I still can’t believe mom asked you to tag along,” you huffed, pushing the shopping cart with your body as you strolled past the cereal aisle, Jisung dumping several boxes into the cart. 

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I wanted to spend my night getting groceries with the both of you,” he glanced at the list on his phone your mom had sent him. 

Donghyuck was ahead of the both of you, looking at the party items in the other aisle. 

“Why’s he buying his birthday stuff so early, anyway?” Jisung asked, making you smile. 

“He’s excited. It’s best to leave him be.” You glanced down at Donghyuck’s phone, reading the list and checking off the items you already had. 

“How many people are you planning on hosting?” You called, getting Donghyuck’s attention successfully as you strolled over towards where he was in the supermarket. 

Donghyuck hummed, holding a long bag of plastic cups in his hand as he did his mental calculations. 

“Well, there’s the volleyball team, there’s some people from the student council, the guys and their girlfriends...some classmates—” 

You pulled out another bag of cups, handing it over to Donghyuck, “just get two to be safe.” 

“Does that mean I get to drink too?” Jisung asked, his eyebrows raising. 

You shot him a look, making him raise his hands in surrender.

“Forget I asked.” 

“So...if your volleyball team’s going, does that mean Hyunjin’s going too?” You asked, already anticipating Donghyuck’s reaction, not being able to help your giggle when you saw him look at you blankly. 

“If you keep this up, it’s gonna be the volleyball team minus Hyunjin.” 

You scoffed, “hey, I’ve gotta have something to look forward to, right?” 

Donghyuck pulled the end of the shopping cart towards another section, “is it not enough to look forward to the fact that it’s a celebration of my entering into this world?” 

Rolling your eyes, you looked back at the list of items on Donghyuck’s phone, about to retort with something witty when you saw an unfamiliar contact appear on the phone, frowning before reluctantly holding the phone out for Donghyuck to take. Mina? 

“Someone’s calling you,” you told him, Jisung bending over to read the contact name before giving you a confused look, expecting you to know who they were. 

There was a sinking feeling in you when you saw the way Donghyuck’s demeanour had changed upon reading the contact, taking the phone from you roughly and answering it, the tone of his ‘hello’ already making you question just who this person was that Donghyuck was so quick to answer. 

“Hey," he murmured, smiling at something whoever it was on the phone was saying to him. 

"Who is it?" Jisung whispered, making you shrug. 

"How would I know?" you shrugged, trying to listen in on the conversation but not being very successful. 

"Yeah, no I'm alright to talk," you heard him say, "nothing, I'm just out with my friends." 

You pretended to be occupied with the items in the shopping cart, oblivious to the way Jisung was eyeing the both of you. 

"Yeah, actually it's for my birthday party. Do you wanna come? It's on the 6th," he murmured, fiddling with the disposable plates he'd just picked up. 

Was he blushing? You couldn't believe the feelings of annoyance that were building in you at the sight of him. 

Since when was Lee Donghyuck so shy talking to his friends on the phone? 

You scoffed, getting Donghyuck's attention unintentionally, the boy looking at you expectantly. You chose to ignore his look, much to Jisung's shock. 

Jisung whipped his phone out discreetly, deciding that desperate times called for desperate measures. 

7:08pm -do u know anything abt this person called mina?- 

chenle 7:08pm -jeno says its the girl donghyuck's talking to- 

7:08pm -but doesnt he like y/n?- 

chenle 7:08pm -yeah he does but jeno says hes being a wuss... n personally i think y/n's in denial too- 

7:08pm - sure seems like it.. donghyuck's on a phonecall with her now n y/n looks more than pissed- 

chenle 7:09pm -maybe u shld ask y/n abt it later n see what she says- 

Shoving his phone back into his pocket, Jisung watched silently as Donghyuck ended his phone call, his smile lingering on his face a little too long for your liking. 

"Who was that?" you asked, hoping the edge in your voice wasn't too obvious. 

Unfortunately, it was, and Donghyuck couldn't help but let his smile grow at the thought of you possibly being jealous that he was talking to her.

"Oh, just this girl I've been talking to. Met her at the student council event that day." 

You scrunched up your nose, letting out a small sigh, "cool...so she's going for your party too?" 

Donghyuck narrowed his eyes at you, a small smirk playing at his lips. 

"Uh-huh. Why? Is there an issue?" he drawled, leaning over the side of the trolley to bring his face closer to yours. 

Yes, there was an issue. 

Although Donghyuck may be unapologetically selfish at times, you, for one, were not. You didn't think it was very supportive of you to be so possessive over Donghyuck. I mean, it's a good thing that he's meeting people, isn't it? It's not like we're dating, there's nothing to be jealous about. 

"No issue," you rolled your eyes, pushing the cart past him to head to the cashier. 

"What's up with her?" Donghyuck laughed, hoping Jisung would give him some insight on your feelings. 

Jisung gave Donghyuck a look of sheer disbelief. 

"What's up with you!" Jisung whispered harshly, confused as to what Donghyuck's intentions were. 

"Oh, so you're gonna shit on me for it too?" 

Jisung gave him a look, "not without reason.”

"Look, trust me. I got it covered. The last thing I would want is to fight with Y/N, alright?" 

Jisung glanced at you while you sulkily scanned your items at a self-checkout register, directing his gaze back to Donghyuck with a sigh. 

"I know, just....be careful." 

Later on that night, (or morning), Jisung had gone downstairs to grab a snack from the fridge, spotting you lounging on the sofa, practically glaring at the television. 

"What's up?" Jisung's voice snapped you out of your annoyed state, after being told that this Mina girl he was talking to was not only awfully pretty and sporty by your friends who knew her, but that her personality meshed well with Donghyuck's. 

"Nothing," you sighed, seeing Jisung raise his eyebrows, thinking back to what Chenle had told him and figuring now would be a good time to ask you. 

"Are you sure? You looked kind of upset since Donghyuck picked up that call." 

Your eyes widened, not realising your feelings had been so obvious. Shrugging, you'd fiddled with your phone. 

"What are you trying to say?" 

Jisung averted his gaze, sitting on the sofa next to you, hugging one of his knees to his chest. 

"Do you like Donghyuck?" 

You scoffed, almost choking on your saliva, looking at him with wide eyes. Opening your mouth, you closed it back again for lack of a good response. 

"'Cause....you know, it's kind of obvious that he likes you.”

You shook your head, huffing in amusement, "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"No, like really. The volleyball guys all think so, and so do his dnyl guys," you furrowed your eyebrows. 

"Volleyball guys? So Hyunjin knows this too?" you asked, wondering how ridiculous it would've seemed that you were so smiley towards him even when Donghyuck was right there. That is, if what Jisung was saying was correct. 

Jisung rolled his eyes. 

"Yes, I'm pretty sure he knows." 

You gasped lightly, "how many people even know about this? Okay, but, whatever that’s kind of beside the point. What makes you so sure?" 

Jisung contemplated telling you about just how much he mentions you or asks about you in their conversations, or how Donghyuck was visibly more affectionate whenever you were involved. Even how Donghyuck had been trying different ways to get your attention, particularly through inviting you to his games (but that didn't seem to be working out with how little you paid attention during the last one). 

Eventually, he figured it would be better if he didn't put ideas in your head, deeming it better that you figure it out on your own. 

"I'm just sure, okay? Maybe you should try just observing and seeing how much he does for you.” 

Jisung shrugged, getting up from the sofa, "maybe then you'll realise you like him too," he snickered, running up the stairs before you could respond. 

You rolled your eyes, going back to glaring at the television. Except this time, your gaze kept wandering to your phone. Curse Jisung for making you curious. 

Almost as if on cue, you’d received a text from Donghyuck. 

lee donghyuck 12:34am -u awake?- 

You had a few options in your head. Firstly, to ignore him and pretend you were asleep. Secondly, to reply him and bring up what Jisung had said as a joke. Thirdly, to just act like everything was normal yet not normal and that you weren’t totally scared that he was going to fall in love with Mina. 

The temptation to be selfish was there, of course, to just ignore the situation for the sake of your sanity and leave Donghyuck hanging. But you knew that your worry for him overrode all sorts of selfishness you could possibly give in to. 

For now, you’d chosen option three. 

12:35am -yeah, what’s up?- 

lee donghyuck 12:35am -can I call you?- 

You didn’t respond, choosing to find his contact on your own and dial his number. 

“Hey,” you sighed, hearing muffled sounds on his side before a small grunt and a thud, almost being able to picture Donghyuck

lying on his bed and talking to you, something about the mental image feeling endearing. 

“Hey.”

“What happened?” You asked, the question catching Donghyuck off-guard. 

Despite the countless number of times you’d called each other in the night like this, you’d never asked why, frankly not deeming it to be anything other than Donghyuck’s or your boredom. Only now, you were beginning to wonder if there were more to unfold behind these phone calls, and you were hoping Donghyuck would give you the answers. 

“Nothing, nothing happened, I just...like, you know...couldn’t sleep...and stuff.” 

You huffed, “you never sleep this early.” 

Donghyuck sighed, not knowing what came over him when he’d said his next words. 

“Do you want me to say I wanted to hear your voice for a while?” 

You fell silent, expecting to hear him follow up with a ‘kidding’ or a ‘because that isn’t why I called’, yourself growing anxious the more you didn’t hear anything else from him. 

Shifting on the sofa, you’d lay down and put Donghyuck on speaker, setting your phone next to your head. 

“Hello?” You heard him murmur, making you clear your throat. 

“Have you decided on what you wanted for your birthday?” You changed the subject quickly, trying to steady the beating of your heart. 

You heard him huff, his voice sounding tired.

“Yeah. I decided that...” Donghyuck caught himself before he could slip up like before, shaking his head quickly, “I want a plant.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. 

“A plant?” 

“Yeah, like get me those, I don’t know like a plant I can take care of or something,” he panicked, “with a flower, like an orchid or something.” 

You frowned, nodding slowly as you tried to understand his sudden request. Meanwhile, Donghyuck couldn’t help the regret that washed over him that he’d wasted his birthday wish like that. 

“Okay, yeah. I’m feeling better now, goodnight.” 

Donghyuck hung up quickly, kicking his blanket in frustration, rolling over and burying his face into the pillow. 

Got it covered? Please. 

=== 

After much observation, you were starting to realise that Donghyuck meant many things to you, and you didn’t like how it took you a situation like this to figure it out. 

Firstly, with all his match preparations, Donghyuck was kept busy, but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t receive all sorts of updates on him from Jisung at home. You were starting to wonder if he was a part of Donghyuck’s fan club as well. 

You were having your science lesson in the lab, Donghyuck being your lab partner (fortunately and unfortunately for you), the said boy looking more tired today than ever. 

“Are you alright? You look like shit,” you offered, pretending to be focused on removing your test tube from your beaker. 

“Feel like it too,” he brought his hand up to run it through his hair, “stayed up late last night to help Mina with this proposal she had to write up.” 

You scoffed, “you? Help her?” 

In your annoyance, you’d applied too much force on your tweezers, practically cutting your specimen before you could place it down. 

Donghyuck smiled, glancing at your annoyed expression after what happened to your leaf. 

“Yeah, what’s so shocking about that? I kind of owed her.” 

You stopped yourself from responding, deciding you shouldn’t be too bitter about their relationship. Shrugging, you shook your head in dismissal. 

“Nothing. I guess it’s nice that you guys can help each other out.” 

Donghyuck’s lips formed a surprised pout, his eyebrows raising slightly, not having expected you to be so gracious about it. 

“So, uh...have you told your grandma to postpone your visit?” He brought up later on when you were on your way back to class. 

You nodded, “yeah, I’m visiting her this weekend instead.” 

Donghyuck couldn’t help the smile from his face, looking elsewhere as he relished in the way the sun shone in through the corridors, the warmth mirroring what he’d felt building in his chest. 

“Nice.” 

You felt it too. The way his smile was like that of the sun rays he enjoyed so much, how it made you feel scared. Scared that you were so used to seeing him smile like that until now. 

You looked away quickly, hugging your books closer to your chest, accidentally brushing your finger against the paper, hissing when you’d felt a sting. 

Pulling your hand away from your books, you’d groaned at the sight of blood on your finger, making Donghyuck turn to you with wide eyes, his gaze falling onto your source of distress. 

The displeased sound that had left Donghyuck was even more obvious to you now, the way he’d gone to grab your wrist when you brought your hand to your mouth in your attempt to stop the bleeding. 

“You should be more careful,” he chided, making you nudge his arm away, his concern putting you on the spot even more now that you were getting confused over your feelings towards him. 

“It’s fine, it’s just a small paper cut.” 

Donghyuck furrowed his eyebrows, leading you back into the classroom and sitting you down on your seat, scuffling over to his desk and rummaging through his bag, pulling out a small pouch and making his way back to you. 

“I got these from Jaemin,” he grinned, squatting next to your desk as you turned to face him, watching closely as he pulled out a bright coloured, kid’s band-aid with Pororo the penguin printed on it. 

You lightly thumped him on the head, uncomfortable with the stares you were getting from the people sitting around you, wondering if they too thought that Donghyuck was interested in you. A part of you wishing now that Jisung hadn’t shed light on Donghyuck’s (possible) feelings for the sake of your sanity. 

“You’re being so dramatic, I don’t need a band-aid.” 

Donghyuck sucked in a sharp breath, his expression stern and unwavering, “shut up, just hold still.” 

He’d opened the band-aid, wrapping it carefully around your cut, leaning back with a satisfied smile to admire his handiwork. 

“All better,” he beamed. 

“Lee Donghyuck, please go back to your own seat,” you’d startled, your heartbeat audible in your ears, having barely noticed your teacher entering the classroom. 

Shoving Donghyuck away quickly and turning to face the front, your hands went up to press against your cheeks as Donghyuck calmly strolled back to his seat, giving your teacher a slow nod as he walked past her. 

Donghyuck had bid you goodbye before his training that day, telling you that he would call you that night because he had something to tell you. 

So you waited, you’d waited even though you knew that the volleyball team had gone out for drinks despite their game being the next day, running later than he’d estimated, and you waited until you ended up falling asleep with your phone in hand. 

Meanwhile, Donghyuck had gone home in a daze, partially giddy from excitement for his finals but also at the thought of what had happened earlier in the morning with you and your paper cut, not knowing that the small gesture was enough to send him reeling. 

Grabbing his volleyball, he’d flopped on his back onto his bed, tossing the volleyball in the air and catching it absently, thinking about what the volleyball team had brought up during dinner. 

“Y/N’s coming tomorrow for sure right?” Hyunjin had asked Jisung, a playful smirk on his face. This made Donghyuck narrow his eyes at Hyunjin, chewing on his noodles harshly. 

Jisung nodded, “yeah, I’m pretty sure.” 

“Why does it seem like her coming is so important to you?” Bomin laughed, making Donghyuck nod in agreement, nodding his head at Hyunjin in a challenging manner. 

“Isn’t it obvious? For Donghyuck’s sake,” Hyunjin smiled, his eyes forming small crescents as he did so. 

The sight would’ve been absolutely endearing for you, however, Donghyuck couldn’t help but scoff. 

“What do you mean ‘for my sake?’” Donghyuck huffed, narrowing his eyes at Jisung who had seemed to agree with Hyunjin as well. 

“You probably haven’t noticed, but...you play a lot better when she’s around.” 

Donghyuck sighed, laughing at the sheer absurdity of the situation. 

No amount of texts, calls or face-times with Mina would be enough to make Donghyuck change the way he felt about you, and it was a shame to him that he could only step out of his denial at this point of time. 

Yet, there was still a nagging fear of the possible awkwardness and tension that could arise if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings like how he assumed you did. A vicious cycle, really. 

Turning in his bed, he’d discarded the volleyball elsewhere in his room, taking his phone and unlocking it, his finger hovering over the phone app as he let his gaze fall on his wallpaper, the picture the both of you had taken on the day of his last match. The flowers were still on his tabletop, at this point, dried and ready to be displayed in his room however he wanted. 

Trying his luck, he’d called you, the ringing having woken you up from your slumber, picking up the phone call hurriedly. 

“Hello?” he huffed, already smiling without noticing. 

You hummed in response, too tired to form a coherent response. 

“Did I wake you?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

Donghyuck let out a small sigh, “sorry, just wanted to tell you to meet me tomorrow after my match ends.” 

You groaned, “you couldn’t have waited until tomorrow morning to tell me that?” 

Donghyuck had to stop himself from giggling at the sound of your voice, even if it was when you were annoyed at him. 

“No, I couldn’t. Goodnight,” he murmured, pulling his blanket up on his chest to hug it, closing his eyes in anticipation. 

“I hate you, goodnight.” 

Donghyuck shrugged, he figured he could live with that for now. His (rather irritable) lucky charm. 

=== 

You were running late. After Donghyuck had called the previous night, you struggled to fall back asleep due to your racing thoughts on possible things Donghyuck could have wanted to tell you. If anything, you’d probably only slept a few hours that night. 

Which was what landed you in this situation now, trying to get a cab from where you were at the bus terminal since you’d dozed off on the bus, even in spite of all the energetic music you were playing in your attempts to stay awake. 

Donghyuck should have seen it coming when you hadn’t answered his texts when he’d reached the venue. The match was already about to start and Donghyuck still couldn’t seem to spot you in the crowd. 

He’d stood up, looking frantically in the direction of where Chenle, Jeno, Renjun and Jaemin sat, mouthing with big movements, ‘where is y/n?’. A part of him growing even more anxious when he was met with shrugs and head shakes. 

“Lee Donghyuck, what are you doing? Go! The match is starting,” his coach’s voice rang in his ears, making him dismiss his feelings of anxiousness, trying to focus his thoughts on the game at hand. 

You were receiving many texts from the guys, all asking where you were, making you even more anxious that the cab driver wasn’t going any faster. 

As if that wasn’t bad enough, you’d met with bad traffic once you’d neared the venue, seeing as it was about time people were getting off work now, which only meant that you’d be close to missing the entirety of Donghyuck’s match, a horrible feeling of guilt stirring in you. 

You were sure Donghyuck would be mad at you, knowing how petty he was when it came to things like these. The last time you hadn’t been for his match, he’d never let you live it down, claiming he was so upset you hadn’t shown up and couldn’t focus on his playing properly. 

Little did you know, the same thing was happening now, Donghyuck was trying his best to not let his feelings interfere with his performance. 

After a particularly successful top-spin serve that had caught the other team off guard, since he’d usually played it safe, he’d turned on instinct to the direction his friends were seated at, expecting to see you there with a smile, his smile falling when he’d realised you still hadn’t arrived. 

You were barely reaching the venue when you’d gotten a text from Chenle. 

Chenle 6:11pm - are you still showing up? The match just ended - 

Looking out the window, your heart sank when you saw some people you recognised to be from your school walking on the pavement next to where you were, your attention diverted back to your phone when you heard another chime from your phone. 

Jisung 6:11pm -hey, where r u? Donghyuck said he’d wait for u at the back entrance. Me n the guys r leaving for dinner cause he told us to head over first- 

Your leg started to bounce in anxiousness once again, gritting your teeth before deciding that you couldn’t afford to waste any more time. 

“Uh, sir? I’ll just get off here,” you murmured, “can you unlock the doors, please?” You blurted. 

The man looked at you curiously, “are you sure? It’s quite a far walk.” 

“It’s alright! Thank you anyway,” you smiled politely, waiting for him to unlock the doors, immediately shoving the door open once he did and exiting, slinging your bag around your shoulder and running to the back entrance. 

Spotting him from afar, relief washed over you that he was still waiting. 

Running up to him, you almost hadn’t seen the girl standing in front of him, stopping yourself where you were, not wanting to interrupt them. 

Mina was currently standing in front of Donghyuck, asking him a question he frankly wasn’t paying attention to after having spotted you running from the entrance gate. 

“So....do you like me?” 

Donghyuck’s gaze was still on you, tearing his stare away from you reluctantly to look at Mina, his mouth moving before his head could process the situation. 

“Uhhh...yes?” 

Donghyuck immediately regretted his words, especially when he saw the smile Mina had given him, also because she didn't have to look twice to know he wasn't paying attention. 

Only when he'd agreed, Donghyuck knew that something about his decision didn't feel quite right, deciding that he'd explain his situation in more detail to Mina the next time they met so she wouldn't get the wrong idea. 

"So... I'll see you Saturday night then?" Donghyuck nodded. 

Bidding him goodbye, Mina had turned her head to look at you, bowing her head slightly in a greeting before walking off, leaving you standing there dumbfounded as Donghyuck made his way towards you. 

Glancing at the serious look he had on his face, you were expecting him to scold you, to tell you how upset he was that you hadn't shown up, not expecting him to give you a shy smile, bringing his hand up to smooth your hair down, after it having gotten dishevelled while you were running. 

"Was that Mina?" was all you could ask.

Donghyuck huffed, feigning hurt, "no ‘hello Donghyuck how was your match?’" 

"Hi," you added after his prompting, "what did uh..." your tongue wet your lips that were feeling awfully dry all of a sudden, "are you...mad at me?” 

Donghyuck shook his head, a small smile on his face, shocking you at how gracious he was being all of a sudden. 

“What did uh, you know, what did Mina ask you?” you cleared your throat. 

Donghyuck's hands were still cupping the sides of your head, "she asked me out." 

Your eyes widened, knowing his hands on your head hadn’t prevented you from hearing him loud and clear, a part of you dreading the answer to your next question but knowing you had to ask anyway, "did you say yes?" 

Donghyuck looked at you, taking the side of his lower lip between his teeth gently and letting go immediately after. Was he being selfish? 

Donghyuck nodded. 

His response seemed to have triggered a stream of thoughts in you, ranging from feeling sad to hating why you were sad at the news to desperately trying to suppress your emotions because Donghyuck was your friend and you should be happy for him, right? 

You pursed your lips, nodding slowly as you gave him a small smile, bringing your hands up to pull his hands off of your head. 

"That's great. I'm...really happy for you, she seems like a great girl." 

Donghyuck's eyebrows raised slightly, surprised at your reaction, having obviously expected you to react how you usually did, with passive aggressive comments and subtle hostility in your gaze. But none of that could be seen from you now, if anything, you looked almost....sad? 

"I think uh.. I'll skip out on dinner today, you and the guys can go ahead," you told him, "I kind of wanna go home and rest." 

Donghyuck nodded, not wanting to prod you more, a part of him feeling that you weren't in the mood for it today. 

He'd pulled his phone out while you walked to the front entrance, "I got you a driver, he's coming in 10." 

You heard your phone chime, taking it out to see the details of the driver Donghyuck had sent you. 

"How much do I owe you?" you asked, earning a disgruntled sound from him, shaking his head. 

"You don't owe me, consider it...compensation. For having to rush over here just now just to meet me." 

That reminded you.

"Right, I almost forgot. What was it you wanted to meet me to tell me?" 

Donghyuck swung his shoe bag, kicking the ground absently before he looked back at you, shaking his head with a small smile. 

"It's alright, forget about it," he waved you off in dismissal, "It's not important.”

You frowned. Not important? Lee Donghyuck, kept me worried all night just for something that's suddenly not important? 

You scoffed, folding your arms and looking elsewhere, your grip tight on your phone, making your knuckles almost turn white with how tight your hold was. 

"Go, you're gonna be late for the dinner," you told him, not being able to handle the sight of him with how mixed your feelings were. 

Donghyuck was hesitant, the slight raise of his eyebrows seeming almost disbelieving. 

"You sure?" 

You paused, not knowing why you even bothered giving this thought, decidedly nodding your head. 

"I'm sure." 

=== 

"Are you sure that's gonna work? Like....she won't be mad at you when she finds out or anything?" 

Donghyuck shrugged, sipping on his drink calmly. 

"Well, that's kind of the point. She wouldn't be getting mad unless she liked me," Donghyuck brought a finger to his temple, looking at Mina with a playful glint in his eye, internally claiming himself to be a genius for this idea. 

"So...your plan is to get her so mad that she confronts you?" 

Donghyuck nodded, grinning widely in the hopes that his optimism would convince Mina. 

Mina tilted her head hesitantly, looking down at her drink, "and you're sure this'll work." 

He nodded again, earning a resigned sigh from Mina. 

"Okay, fine. I'll do it. But only because you really like her, and I don't think I can handle seeing you silently pine over her any longer." 

Donghyuck's grin grew wider if that were even possible, clasping his hands together triumphantly, already feeling as though half of the battle was won. 

Pulling out his phone, he'd gone to his Instagram, because yes, Donghyuck wanted to make sure you would've seen it even when you were all the way at your grandma's house. 

Taking a picture of Mina and posting it, he'd chosen an intentionally ambiguous caption in the form of emojis just to push your buttons (knowing you would be frustrating yourself while trying to figure out what it means). 

"What's this?" Mina asked. 

Donghyuck wriggled happily in his seat, satisfied with his post once he was done, “phase one." 

And sure enough, Jisung never heard the end of your monologue called 'they should just get married while they’re at it but you know what I’ll just be happy for them: no big deal' 

=== 

After that day, you'd gone days without speaking to Donghyuck. And though that wasn't anything out of the ordinary, since your relationship was at a stage where you could go ages without seeing each other but still remain just as close, contacting each other often. 

However, this time it was different for you, knowing that the reason behind his packed schedule was his frequent meetups and study dates with Mina. 

As if Lee Donghyuck ever cared about studying. 

Donghyuck was currently laying on the floor of the school gym, having finished a particularly tiring training session with some of the guys from the volleyball team. 

“Are the rumours about you and that girl true?” Bomin asked, earning a loud groan of protest from Jisung. 

“Yeah, speaking of which,” he sat up from the floor with a grunt, his towel draped over his head as he pointed a finger at Donghyuck, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you. Are you dating Mina?” 

Donghyuck rolled his eyes.

“What if I said I was?”

Hyunjin frowned, his eyes narrowing in confusion, “didn’t you say you liked Y/N?” 

Donghyuck nodded, “I do.” He shrugged, fiddling with his shoelaces as his lower lip jut out in a pout unconsciously. 

“Then what’s going on with Mina?” Jisung’s tone was exasperated, not understanding how you could like someone as frustrating as Donghyuck. 

“It’s fake,” Donghyuck laughed, amused at how seriously everyone around him was acting, wondering if you were feeling equally as serious. 

Jisung fell silent, his mouth agape and his finger hanging in the air, not quite understanding the situation at hand. Hyunjin on the other hand, was quick to understand Donghyuck’s intentions, raising his eyebrows in surprise. 

“Is this to make her jealous?” He asked, earning a feigned look of uncertainty from Donghyuck. 

“Well, that’s the plan.” 

Jisung let his back fall back against the floor, kicking his legs and punching at the air with his arms as a sad whimper left his lips. 

“I hate you, Lee Donghyuck. I really do. It’s your fault I’ve been getting an earful from her recently,” he whined, getting up abruptly, draping his towel around his neck. 

Donghyuck’s eyes widened, “good. Hang in there a little more. It’ll be a matter of time before everything falls into place,” he reached over to pat Jisung on the shoulder, a sweet smile on his face. 

Hyunjin took his lower lip between his teeth, pursing his lips as he averted his gaze from Donghyuck, finally speaking. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” 

Donghyuck sighed, “You too? Just trust me, okay? I’ve known her for like...a long while now. And knowing her, she’d be crazy jealous if the guy she liked was doing this. And she wouldn’t be quiet about it either.” 

“You can’t just tell her you like her like a sensible person?” 

Donghyuck hummed, “I will, okay? Don’t worry about me, I’ve got it covered.” 

Jisung huffed, “yeah, right.” 

Sighing, Donghyuck had stood up, sighing as he bunched his towel up in his hands, beginning to walk over to his backpack. 

“I’ll be heading back now, gonna meet Mina to...discuss,” he waved, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and leisurely exiting the gym. 

9:48pm -hey, wanna come over to hang?- 

Donghyuck received your text while he was with Mina, hesitating before replying you. 

lee donghyuck 9:48pm -alright, you can pick ill be there soon- 

Figuring you shouldn’t jump to conclusions as to why he was still out even though Jisung had returned from the gym, you’d lounged on the couch, scrolling absently through social media while you waited for him to reply. 

Deciding to play some music while you waited, you’d begun to doze off when Donghyuck had arrived, the boy entering the house anxiously only to spot your head lolling around as you tried to fight your drowsiness. 

Walking over to where you were as carefully as he could, he leaned over, letting out a breathy giggle out of sheer affection, reaching out a hand slowly as he deliberated on whether he should wake you, feeling as though it would be selfish of him if he did just because he wanted to spend time with you. 

Unfortunately for him, Donghyuck had stepped on a pillow you'd pushed onto the floor previously, letting out a small yelp as he tried regaining his balance. 

You'd startled awake, looking up with wide-eyes at Donghyuck who had his hands stretched out beside him as he'd managed to stop himself from falling, looking at you with a sheepish smile. 

"Hey," he straightened up, his hands flopping down to his sides, letting out a small sigh. 

Funnily enough, it took you more than a few moments to realise you weren't dreaming. 

The sight of Donghyuck in his pyjama pants and a simple black t-shirt indicating that he’d showered before coming over, the way he’d smelled of his shampoo and looked ready for sleep had you in a daze, wondering how you’d let yourself get to the point where just looking at him was enough to send you spiralling with your thoughts. 

Shaking your head, you spoke, voice slightly hoarse, “sorry, kind of fell asleep while I was waiting," you brought your hands up to rub at your eyes with your palms, letting out a small yawn. 

Reaching over to grab your phone, you’d turned your music off as you regained your composure. 

Donghyuck took a seat next to you, shifting his body so he could face you more, one of his hands resting on the back of the sofa comfortably. 

“Are you tired? Do you want me to come over another time?” He murmured, earning a firm shake of the head from you. 

“It’s fine,” you dismissed the thought quickly, not adding the part where you had missed him. 

Donghyuck nodded, leaning back so his head was resting on the plush armrest of the sofa comfortably, reaching over for the remote control and turning the television on, turning on a movie the both of you had probably watched a million times but never gotten sick of. 

“Did you go anywhere before this? I was wondering what was taking you so long when Jisung came home earlier,” you mumbled out of curiosity, leaning back comfortably on the sofa in a position that mirrored Donghyuck’s, your legs bent at the knees and leant against the sofa next to his, which were stretched out fully. 

You’d felt one of his hands rest just above your knee comfortably, his thumb rubbing your leg gently. 

Donghyuck glanced briefly at you before directing his gaze back to the television, “oh, you know, just went to meet Mina for dinner.” 

You nodded slowly, a low hum leaving you, “oh...cool.” 

He seemed happy. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about being with Mina just because you had a problem with it. You’d never even thought much about him at first, it wouldn’t have been fair if you just claimed him as yours when he was already in a relationship with Mina, you figured. 

Donghyuck sighed, his hands stretching out in a force of habit gesture he would use to beckon you to cuddle with him, only now realising that that may not have been all that appropriate considering he was supposed to be pretending to date Mina. 

“That’s nice. I’m really happy for you that you found someone like her,” you mustered with a small smile on your face. 

You’d sensed his reservation too, feeling as though you were both being banished to either end of the sofa, not allowed to go any closer. 

Donghyuck frowned, your reaction seeming to have been unsatisfactory for him. 

“Really? You’re not like...mad or anything?” he prompted, making you laugh. 

“You sound like you want me to be mad,” you huffed, flustering Donghyuck into opening and closing his mouth, fumbling with his words. 

“I mean like, no, like, you are entitled to feeling however you want about it, like...” he stopped himself, “you’re really not mad?” 

You sighed, turning away from the television to look at Donghyuck, who was already looking at you bewildered. 

“Look, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t bothered by the fact that you’re a lot busier now, but what kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t even support you when you’re happy with her?” 

Donghyuck shut his lips tightly, not knowing how to react to your statement, wondering if he was wrong to assume that you had feelings for him. 

You hummed, letting your legs rest over his slightly as you turned your body to face the television. 

Donghyuck inhaled deeply, debating on whether or not now would be a good time to tell you, but knowing that it would put you in a tight spot since he hadn’t ended things with Mina yet. 

Today, Donghyuck figured he shouldn’t be selfish. 

Choosing not to pursue the topic more, Donghyuck had let you continue to watch the movie. Though as you did so, laughing and cooing at the happy and sad parts of the movie, Donghyuck couldn’t keep his gaze from wandering to you from time to time. As if it was second nature for him to gauge your reaction during the comedic parts just to make sure you were enjoying yourself. 

Or maybe, it was just an excuse to look at you, the line had blurred a long time ago for him. 

Only later on in the movie, Donghyuck couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to how you felt towards his (fake) relationship, picking up his phone to distract himself only to see the many texts that had flooded in from the dnyl chat group. 

renjun 12:59am - donghyuck what is this about you and mina - 

jeno 12:59am – yeah! I heard from chenle abt it...- 

renjun 1:00am - I think this is possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had - 

jaemin 1:00am – I don’t want to lie to y/n >:( 1:00am – - im gonna tell Harvey -

jeno 1:02am – same! n btw chenle said she felt rly bad about missing ur match –

renjun 1:02am – jeno idk how that’s relevant but sure we’ll take it –

jaemin 1:03am – a part of me is kind of curious how this would play out at hyuck’s party though – 

jeno 1:03am - oh right, isn’t it this weekend? - 

renjun 1:03am - yeah it is - 

jeno 1:04 am – how are u guys getting there? are we helping Donghyuck set up? – 

jaemin 1:04am – I’m cool w that - 

Donghyuck typed out his reply discreetly enough without you noticing, too distracted by the movie. 

1:20am -trust me I have a plan- 

Setting his phone down on the coffee table, he’d looked at you, debating on whether or not to ask you what was weighing on his mind, catching him off guard when you had turned to look at him, eyebrows raising curiously. 

“What’s wrong? The movie’s over” 

Donghyuck paused, turning to realise that the movie was indeed over and he hadn’t paid attention at all for the last bit. 

“Nothing. I was like...was wondering if you were gonna come early this weekend to help me set up for the party.” 

You felt a tinge of disappointment, hoping it hadn’t shown too much in your expression as you gave him a delayed nod, letting out a small sigh that you masked to be because you were tired. 

“Yeah, of course,” you huffed. 

Donghyuck nodded, getting up abruptly, “I should probably be heading back now, you should get some rest.” 

You frowned, but nodded nonetheless, “okay,” you stood up, walking closely behind him. 

Donghyuck contemplated asking if he could stay over, almost forgetting his entire plan for a second (and then wondering if he even had a legitimate plan in the first place), his hesitation causing his body to function faster than he could process, turning around abruptly without warning. 

His sudden halt making you yelp, almost colliding into him and stopping yourself just in time, Donghyuck reacting quickly and reaching his hand out to grab your arm in an attempt to steady you. 

Something about the air had thickened with tension then. Donghyuck blamed it on his prior racing thoughts, because looking at you now, he definitely did not have a plan. 

You, on the other hand, blamed it on the way you weren’t even focused on the movie to begin with, too occupied with hating the feeling of pining after somebody that was already taken. But whatever it was, you knew that you didn’t have much of a plan either. 

This was too close. You should’ve stuck to whatever 2 metre radius you had on the sofa just now, because if you were already distracted by his presence then, it was definitely a lot worse now. 

You could smell the fabric softener of his shirt, feeling him squeeze your arm gently as you dared yourself to look up at him, your breath hitching at the way he was looking at you. 

Maybe you were just imagining things. 

Like how you were ‘imagining’ the way he seemed to be leaning closer to you, his gaze flickering between your features to ultimately end up on your lips, almost as if he was gravitating towards you. 

Donghyuck scoffed. The universe was basically begging me to kiss my close friend.

Just as you’d felt yourself leaning closer as well, you’d begun to process what was happening, stepping back quickly and averting your gaze, suddenly interested in what was in your kitchen. 

“I should go.”

You huffed nervously, “yeah, you should.” 

Donghyuck nodded, wordlessly leaving your house, shutting the door behind him as he left, the only sound left being the trailer for whatever movie was on the television sounding throughout your living room. 

=== You were sure this was going to be a very long day. 

You’d just bought your present for Donghyuck from the florist, packing it carefully in a nice bag before you headed over to his house, only to have arrived at Donghyuck’s house to see him and Mina busy with preparing snacks. 

You’d entered the kitchen to be met with a laughing Donghyuck and a squealing Mina, joking around as they prepared the various food and snacks. 

“Oh, hey, you’re here! Is that a gift? If it is you can put it up in Donghyuck’s room,” she smiled at you. 

You’d returned her smile out of politeness, ignoring the way Donghyuck was looking at you as though he was searching your face for any emotions that were out of the ordinary. You hoped you weren’t being too obvious with your forced smile, turning quickly so you could let your smile drop, wanting to roll your eyes. 

What was this? Their housewarming party? 

Huffing, you’d left the kitchen, meeting Hyunjin and Jisung on the way upstairs, Jisung nudging you as a greeting as he continued down the stairs. 

Hyunjin reacted quickly, calling out to Jisung, “hey, I’ll meet you downstairs later,” he called, turning around and accompanying you upstairs. 

“Hey, how’ve you been?” he asked, earning a shrug from you, opening the door to Donghyuck’s room as you took the plant out of the bag. 

“I’ve been good, I guess. You?” you spoke as you walked over to his balcony to place the small potted flower on the small table he had there, admiring the way it looked. 

“Uh... good too...I guess,” he huffed in amusement, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck, fiddling with his collar. 

Hyunjin figured he’d might as well try to distract you from paying too much attention to Donghyuck and Mina. 

“D’you wanna help Jisung and I with the decorations?” he offered, earning a nod from you. 

“Yeah, sure. Not like I have anything better to do here,” you shrugged, letting him lead you downstairs to the living room where you saw Jisung and Jeno sitting on the floor at the coffee table, focused on cutting something to decorate the makeshift backdrop Donghyuck had where the photos would be taken later on. 

“Where’s the rest?” Hyunjin asked, making Jisung and Jeno look up. 

Jeno gave you a smile in greeting, beckoning you over to sit with him.

“Jaemin and Renjun went to collect the balloons. Chenle....” he looked at Jisung in the hopes that he would know where his friend was. 

“In the kitchen spying on Donghyuck and Mina.” 

You scoffed, not being able to help the laugh from bubbling out of you. 

“He should leave them alone, wouldn’t want to spoil their alone time.” 

Hyunjin gave you a surprised look as Jisung scoffed, “please, as if they don’t get plenty of alone time as it is.” 

You’d made a displeased sound, knowing you agreed with him but not wanting to be sulky about it. 

“Yeah, well,” you’d cut a piece of tape to hand to Jeno, “It’s not like I can tell him who to spend his time with, can I?” 

Jeno perked up at the statement, “yes, you can. You totally can. You should definitely do that.” 

Assuming they were joking with how quick Hyunjin and Jisung were to agree, you’d let out a chuckle, shaking your head. 

“Y/N, can you follow me to go hang these up?” Hyunjin asked, holding up the many streamers he had hooked onto his fingers, earning a nod from you. 

Holding his arm out for you to take, you couldn’t help but wonder why you weren’t feeling as excited as you usually would be if a situation involved Hyunjin. Choosing to ponder over the thought, you followed him over to the backdrop setup. 

Sitting on the table where the cake was supposed to be, you’d pre-cut various pieces of tape, pasting them on your arm, holding it out for Hyunjin to access it more easily as he hung up the decorations, your gaze constantly wandering over to the kitchen where you could see Donghyuck whispering something to Mina, earning a giggle from her. 

“Does it bother you?”

Your attention was directed towards Hyunjin, making you frown. 

“Huh?” You did a once-over of the decorations, shaking your head, “nah, I think what you did was fine. Maybe move that one a little to the left.” 

Hyunjin burst into laughter, shocking you at the sudden outburst as he shook his head, speaking as he calmed down. 

“No, I was talking about those people in the kitchen,” he told you pointedly, making you look back at the kitchen to realise who he was referring to. 

You shrugged, letting out a sigh instead, unsure how to reply Hyunjin.

“I figured. You’d been staring at them ever since we came here.”

You scoffed. “I wasn’t!... okay maybe I was, but it doesn’t mean anything, I swear.” 

Hyunjin huffed, “I thought Jisung was a bad liar but... I’d say you’re a lot worse.” 

“Maybe it runs in the family,” you sighed. 

You’d averted your gaze quickly when you saw Donghyuck exiting the kitchen, making his way over to where you and Hyunjin were, your presence together with him clearly having struck a nerve with him. 

“Hey,” he murmured, standing next to where you sat on the table, so close that your legs were touching his hips. 

“Careful now, wouldn’t want your girlfriend getting jealous.” 

Only then did Donghyuck register your words, not having given it a single thought when he’d approached you, the only thing in his head having been to make sure Hyunjin wasn’t trying to hit on you. Little did he know, you wouldn’t have noticed even if he was, your head preoccupied with thoughts about Donghyuck. 

Taking the tiniest of steps away from you, he glanced over in Mina’s direction, seeing her prompt him to carry out what they’d discussed. 

“Not much of a girlfriend, if you asked me,” Donghyuck shrugged, making your eyebrows knit in confusion, a small pout appearing on your lips. 

“Really? Thought you guys seemed to be getting along pretty well,” you murmured. 

Hyunjin was trying his best to eavesdrop, taking particularly long to hang up each streamer. 

“That’s kind of the thing...” he began, your conversation interrupted when the doorbell rang, making him halt your conversation to go and answer the door, leaving you hanging. 

Hyunjin turned around, a scandalised look on his face. 

“What was that!” he whispered harshly. 

You handed him the last piece of tape on your arm with a wide-eyed look, shrugging, “beats me.” 

You’d seen Donghyuck walking back into the room, with Chenle, Jaemin and Renjun following behind him, before parting ways and walking over to where you and Hyunjin were, Jaemin and Renjun beginning to display the balloons. Or more accurately, Renjun displayed them while Jaemin gave him compliments. 

Jaemin stood next to where you sat, leaning on the table, his arms folded in front of him. 

“I trust their artistic direction,” he gestured to them, “the last time they did the banners for the school’s valentine’s day fair I ended up with a girlfriend.” 

Renjun scoffed, “speaking of which, where are they?”

Jaemin shook his head, “nope, couldn’t make it cause they’ve got some family dinner.” 

You nodded in understanding, seeming a little uninvested in the conversation, but Jaemin figured he knew why, being able to sense that you were a little preoccupied with your continuous glances cast towards Donghyuck and Mina’s direction. 

“Who knows, maybe their weird art magic will help you get a boyfriend too,” Jaemin nudged you. 

This had only caused your frown to deepen when you’d immediately visualised Donghyuck as your boyfriend, shaking your head in dismissal. 

Mina had noticed you staring, leaning over to Donghyuck, “I don’t think your plan is working very much.” 

Donghyuck sighed, “I know. I’m honestly close to giving up, but I just need a chance to talk to her alone later, I swear I’ll tell her everything then.” 

Mina narrowed her eyes at him, “okay. I’ll try to create an opportunity, but you’d better make sure you tell her. I can’t bear seeing her look so sad,” she scolded, mustering a smile before she’d left to talk to the other guests Donghyuck had invited. 

Soon enough (thankfully), the decorations were done and Donghyuck had started to play music in the house, bringing out the snacks and food for everyone to eat. You’d taken your seat next to Hyunjin and Jisung since Donghyuck seemed to be a little preoccupied with Mina. 

Which, of course, you had to lie to yourself again and say you didn’t mind. 

You were thankful for Hyunjin and Jisung’s presence, of course, since it had managed to distract you from being sad over seeing Donghyuck being happy with Mina and taking food for her or how she would brush his hair back for no reason and oh, how much you wished you were Mina. 

You were about a hundred percent sure you liked Donghyuck, in the least best-friend way possible. 

Somewhere along the way, when people had brought out the drinks and everyone had been lounging and using their phones for a while, you’d heard someone call for everyone to gather so you could play games. You figured you were up for it, since you were never one to refuse board games, so you didn’t mind when Donghyuck had brought out his ‘Jenga’ set. 

You decided to play in teams since there were so many of you, and you’d teamed up with Hyunjin since Chenle had teamed up with Jisung, while Jaemin preferred to be the (arguably unnecessary) ‘referee’. 

Somehow or another, you were stuck in a difficult position, having to bend your hand awkwardly to get the piece you had chosen out, and in trying to get into a favourable position, you’d somehow ended up having to squeeze yourself between where Donghyuck sat and the coffee table, trying not to let yourself lean against him. 

“Don’t choose that one, choose that one,” you’d almost jumped at his hand that had gone next to yours, grabbing your hand and directing it to the piece he was referring to, your breath hitching as he did so. 

Your heartbeat was beginning to pick up speed, as you tried your best to do so, unappreciative of the commentary Donghyuck was giving from behind you, even to the extent of leaning over so his head was mere inches away from your ear as he directed you calmly. 

It wasn’t as if you were the only one feeling tense, Donghyuck’s gesture had warranted many stares and wide eyes from the people in the circle, making you eager to get this over with.

Unable to take it, you’d barely moved the piece when you raised your hand abruptly, “Hyunjin, you do it. I can’t.” 

Donghyuck backed away quickly, raising an eyebrow at you as if he didn’t know why you’d given up, making Mina roll her eyes at Donghyuck, “now that’s just cheating,” she told him. 

Hyunjin had taken over for you, and for many more turns afterwards. You were thankful when Jisung had lost since you decided you had enough of this game. Proposing another game, you had hoped they had another board game prepared, since you were sure Donghyuck had more than a few in his storeroom. 

Unfortunately for you, they seemed to have other plans, with Mina (you were too distracted by what the game was to pay attention to who said it) proposing a game of ‘Truth or Dare’. 

As if you hadn’t been put on the spot enough today already. 

The first few questions were simple, typical of the game. Simple questions of this or that whenever people chose truth, everyone seeming too afraid to start choosing dare. 

Soon enough, it was Jaemin’s turn to ask a question, humming in thought as he scanned the circle. 

“I pick Hyunjin.” 

You weren’t paying much attention, glaring at the coffee table after you saw Donghyuck slinging his arm around Mina’s shoulder, letting her rest her head on his chest as if it was second nature to them. 

Hyunjin scoffed, “truth,” he answered without missing a beat. 

Jaemin stuck his tongue out at Hyunjin teasingly, “If you could date anyone in our school who would it be?” 

“Y/N?” Hyunjin answered, earning a glare from Donghyuck (and many low sounds of surprise from the rest). 

Donghyuck searched your gaze for a reaction, something stirring in him when he didn’t spot the look that he usually saw you wear whenever you saw Hyunjin. Strangely, this time you looked as though you didn’t care much for his answer. 

“Would you ask her out?” 

Donghyuck scoffed, standing up abruptly, making everyone’s heads turn to face him, amused at what would have triggered his outburst since he’d been so willingly upholding whatever happy-couple façade he had with Mina. 

“This game is boring. Let’s play something else,” he blurted, making you scoff. 

What was he doing getting so riled up over a question that wasn’t even for him? 

Donghyuck’s outburst had caused the crowd to dissipate, the boys gathering at the sofa to play video games on Donghyuck’s console, everybody seeming to have returned to their state before you started playing games. 

Mina nudged Donghyuck, “now’s your chance, go and talk to her. I’ll make sure no one interrupts you guys.” 

Donghyuck heaved a heavy sigh, nodding slowly, his confidence from before seeming to have returned as he stood up, making his way over to where you were, laughing at something Hyunjin had said. 

“Hey,” you heard Donghyuck’s voice, looking up to spot him standing with his hands shoved in his pockets, his body language a contrast to what he was feeling. 

“Hey?” you answered, unsure what he was approaching you so aggressively for, but slightly thankful that you were getting some sort of attention from him today. 

“Can we talk? Like..upstairs,” he gestured with his head in the direction of the stairs, making you nod slowly, growing nervous at his sudden request, your thoughts having immediately wandered back to what he’d said just now about Mina, wondering if that was what he’d wanted to talk to you about. 

Hyunjin gave you an encouraging nod, wanting you to go up with Donghyuck, prompting you to do so. Letting him lead you upstairs, you reminded yourself repeatedly to keep calm, that this was your close friend you were going to be talking to. Your close friend that had a girlfriend. Your close friend that you really really liked that had a girlfriend. 

Entering Donghyuck’s room, he shut the door behind you, walking over to the balcony, and leaning against the railing, shutting his eyes as the breeze grazed his cheeks, finding that he would much prefer your touch on his cheeks. 

“So, uh,” you began, “what did you wanna talk to me about?” 

“Don’t date Hyunjin.” 

You frowned, leaning with your back against the railing so you could look at him, your arms folded across your chest, “what?” 

“I don’t think he’d be a good match for you,” Donghyuck shrugged, going completely off course from how he’d initially planned on approaching the topic of his feelings. 

Scoffing, you glanced at the orchid flower sitting on his balcony table, rolling your shoulders back before speaking. Friendship, new beginnings, you remembered the florist telling you when you’d asked for what the flower symbolised. 

“That’s what you wanted to talk to me up here about?” 

“Well, no but—” 

“Since when did it matter to you?” 

Donghyuck looked down at the small view he had of the neighbourhood, his voice coming out firmly, “it always mattered to me. You just never noticed.” 

You weren’t sure what he was getting at. His words were doing nothing to help your feelings for him, if anything, it made you even more confused. 

“What if I was going to date Hyunjin? Does that mean you’d tell me I couldn’t?” 

“Are you going to date Hyunjin?”

“What does it matter to you if I date him? You’re already with Mina.”

Donghyuck scoffed, “It matters because I don’t like it.” 

You groaned in frustration, your hands going up to brush your hair back harshly, “so what? Just because you don’t like Hyunjin means that I have to give him up?” 

Donghyuck turned to you, nodding as if it was his legal right to dictate your love life. “Fine, so go downstairs and ask him out, then.” 

“I’m not doing that.” 

“Well, why not?” 

“Because I don’t wanna ask him out,” you shot back. 

“Then there shouldn’t be a problem with me telling you what I think, right?” 

You scoffed, not wanting to let him manipulate you into confessing your feelings for him. Blinded by frustration, you’d let yourself slip, “well if that’s the case then I can say that I don’t like you dating Mina either! Does it mean that you’re gonna break up with her?” 

“I will if you want me to.”

You fell silent at that, unsure how to interpret what he’d said. 

“This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, Donghyuck. I’m supposed to support you as your friend, and you’re supposed to support me. You look happy with Mina, so I’m supporting you. Shouldn’t you want me to be happy too?” 

Donghyuck narrowed his eyes at you, tipping his head back in frustration before he’d made his way in front of where you stood, his hands going on either side of the railing next to you, caging you on the spot. 

“Then can you say for yourself that you’d be happy dating Hyunjin?” You hesitated.

“... No,” you murmured, averting your gaze anywhere except for him. 

“Then who would you be happy with? Tell me, and I’ll tell you what I think.” 

“I don’t care what you think—” 

“Tell me who, Y/N.” 

You rolled your eyes, upset that he was putting you on the spot like this, deciding to look him in the eyes, despite the warmth you felt pricking at your eyes, “you’re being mean.” 

“Just tell me,” Donghyuck insisted. 

“Okay, fine. It’s you, okay? Are you happy now?” you scoffed, “look, you’re perfectly happy with Mina and as your friend I should respect that—” 

“We’re not just friends and you know it.”

Donghyuck groaned in frustration, his grip tightening on the railing as he kept his gaze on you. 

Just for a moment, Donghyuck had managed to make you forget about hesitating. The way he was looking at you, it’d almost made you believe that he wasn’t with Mina, that everything else could wait but in this moment, he’d wanted it to just be you and him. 

“That doesn’t make sense...” you murmured, though that hadn’t stopped you from staring at his face, trying to get a sensing of just what it was that he wanted from you. 

Donghyuck had a few options, to tell you now about the fake relationship and risk you getting mad at him. To stop himself and tell you about how he’d been planning on breaking up with Mina. 

But his last option, the most selfish of all, was to just let himself have this moment with you, and deal with the repercussions of it later on. 

Donghyuck chose to be selfish. 

Leaning closer to you, you’d found yourself looking up as well, his gaze replaced by a more determined, decisive one, as he glanced at your lips, inching closer so your lips were barely touching. 

Not being able to handle the tension any longer, you chose to be selfish too. 

Apologising to Mina in your head, you’d brought your hands up to cup his face, bringing him closer to you to meet your lips with his, hearing him sigh as he kissed you back. 

Donghyuck wasn’t sorry, not at all, especially when he’d removed his hands from the railing to grasp at your waist, his other hand moving from your waist to cup the side of your face, holding you firmly as if he was telling you that he wasn’t going to let go first. 

Coming to your senses, you’d stopped yourself just as he tried to deepen the kiss, pulling back breathless with your chest heaving, your hands dropping from his face as if they’d been burned. Donghyuck tore his gaze reluctantly from your lips, soft breaths leaving him as he bit his lip, trying to process what had happened. 

You shook your head, instantly feeling horrible that you’d kissed him but the worst part being that you knew you made the choice on your own. 

“I’m not supposed to be doing this with you. How could you let me do that, you have a girlfriend!” you gasped, your hands flying up to cover your mouth, staring at him scandalised. 

Donghyuck stood dumbfounded, “wait, let me explain. It’ll all make sense.”

You shook your head, pushing his arms off of you as you took a step back from him. 

“Settle your shit with Mina before you talk to me. You can’t just assume you can go behind her back like this and that we’ll both be okay with it,” you scoffed. 

“That’s not how it works. It’s not the same as saying you love both your mom and your dad. I need you to make a clear decision and not put me through this anymore,” you blurted, your words coming out a mile a minute with how flustered you were. 

“I’m sorry, I’m leaving. Happy birthday.” 

Donghyuck parted with the feeling of your hands cupping his face, now met with the cold breeze once again. 

=== 

It wasn’t as if you wouldn’t see Donghyuck in school. You did, except he hadn’t made a move to reach out to you first, since he figured you still needed some time to collect your thoughts. 

You’d only heard halfway through the week that he’d broken up with Mina (much to Jisung’s relief), though strangely, he didn’t seem very different to you. 

Not that your information gathered through furtive glances in his direction during lessons were of any indication. 

He’d surprised you on Friday morning, when you’d been freezing in the classroom because your school sweater was still in the wash, looking stupid as the only student that hadn’t brought a worn the sweater. 

Only upon returning after a trip to the washroom in between lessons to try to warm up your body with a walk, you’d spotted the presence of a school sweater on your desk, and the lack thereof on Donghyuck, who fiddled with his tie nonchalantly, supporting his head on his arm which was on his desk. 

Lifting the sweater, you were about to hang it on your chair, stubbornly not wanting to give him the satisfaction of you putting it on, only to reveal the big scrawl on your notebook that you could only identify as Donghyuck’s handwriting, reading : ‘don’t be stubborn and wear it. You’ll freeze if you don’t’. 

Huffing, you’d reluctantly put on the sweater, your fingers grazing lightly over the small student council pin near the collar, not wanting to make it too obvious that the comfort and warmth of the sweater was absolutely needed, simply looking down at your notebook and flipping the page. 

You’d stayed behind in school that day to get some work done in the library, not expecting to have spotted Jisung and Chenle there, the group approaching you to greet you. 

Chenle’s eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“I’m guessing you and Donghyuck have made up already? God, it was so hard keeping all that fake relationship nonsense he had with Mina a secret from you—” Chenle stopped himself once he saw your expression, instantly regretting opening his mouth. 

“I’m sorry, his what?”

Chenle directed his gaze elsewhere, shrugging, nudging Jisung with his foot in his panic, making Jisung shrug, “uh..what? I didn’t hear anything, did you?” 

“Where is he now?” you spoke, not sure whether you were happy or angry that the situation turned out this way. All you knew was that you needed to see Donghyuck and give him a piece of your mind. 

“He’s uh...he’s in the council room with the dnyl guys.” 

You stood up, gathering your things quickly and bidding Jisung and Chenle goodbye, Chenle pulling out his phone to text Donghyuck. 

chenle 7:19pm -y/n just found out n shes super mad at you prepare yourself- 

Donghyuck had pulled his phone out, not being able to help the giddy feeling in him from arising.

“Why? What’s got you looking so happy?” Renjun asked. 

“Y/N found out.” 

Renjun frowned, not knowing how Donghyuck could be so happy about his impending scolding, leaning over to Jaemin and Jeno to murmur, “I think he’s lost it.” 

You weren’t even sure what you’d wanted to tell him as you were storming towards the council room. I mean, you knew you needed to confront him, yet you couldn’t quite phrase your words in your head, all of them seeming to do no justice to your true thoughts and emotions. 

But before you knew it, you were already in front of the council room door, with no prepared speech whatsoever, shoving the door open and glaring at a smiling Donghyuck. 

“Lee Donghyuck, we need to talk. Now.” 

You’d left the room, waiting impatiently until the doors opened again, Donghyuck walking out calmly, his hands in his pockets like before. 

“Hey,” he breathed. 

“Hey? Hey? You lie to me about something so big and kiss me to confuse me and now all you can say is hey?” you scoffed, hating the way he was smiling at you because whatever it was, it was making it harder for you to stay mad at him. 

Donghyuck didn’t care, he was happy. He didn’t care if you were mad at him, or if you were gonna nag him until your voice went hoarse. He didn’t care about whatever you could possibly throw at him because he was so happy that you were finally telling him truthfully about all the emotions you were feeling. 

“You’re wearing my sweater,” he pointed out calmly, as if you hadn’t just showed up to the council room fuming. 

You flushed, trying to ignore the way you’d felt somewhat shy under his gaze, choosing to cover it up for the sake of your pride. 

“I didn’t come here to play spot the difference, Donghyuck.” 

Donghyuck let out an amused huff, “I know. Look, I’m sorry I lied to you,” he said, letting out a breathy laugh. “My initial plan was to just make you so jealous that you would crack and admit your feelings for me. But that didn’t seem to be working very well.” 

You scoffed, “oh, it worked. It worked very well. I was so jealous I couldn’t even think straight. I should’ve known it was fake, this is so like you.” 

“Well then why didn’t you show it?” he pouted. 

You gave him a look of disbelief, “because that was how much I liked you! I didn’t want you to feel bad just because you liked someone that wasn’t me. I’ll have you know, I was trying very hard to be supportive.” 

He grinned, his hands coming out of his pockets to fold his arms across his chest calmly, scrunching his nose up cutely. 

“I know, Jisung told me.”

You rolled your eyes. The anger you were feeling from before dying down, now being overtaken by the giddiness from the thought that this meant that Donghyuck reciprocated your feelings, and there was essentially nothing stopping the both of you from pursuing these feelings. 

Donghyuck gave you a soft smile, stepping forward to wrap his arms around you, resting his chin comfortably on your shoulder, “are you still mad?” 

“You’re really manipulative, you know that? It’s so hard for me to stay mad at you.” Donghyuck laughed, his hands rubbing your back soothingly, “good.” 

“Now...because the last one didn’t end very well, can I have a second try?” Donghyuck pulled away from you, his hands on your shoulders as he leant back to gauge your expression. 

“At what?”

“Trust me, close your eyes.” 

You frowned at him, but obliged, not being able to hide your smile when you’d felt his hand cup the side of your neck, instantly knowing what he was about to do, feeling the confirmation of his lips press against yours not long after. 

Watching from the inside of the room, Jaemin let out a relieved sigh. “Awfully dysfunctional dynamic, but I’m glad it worked out for them.” 

Jeno hummed in agreement, “maybe Jaemin was right about your weird art magic, Renjun.” 

Jaemin scoffed, “of course I’m right,” he let out a gasp, “wait...but doesn’t that mean we won’t necessarily be needing the club anymore? Since all of us are kind of...you know, taken?” 

“I vote we keep the club,” Jeno suggested, earning a low impressed sound from Renjun.

“Thought you were the one that said this club was stupid, huh?” 

Jeno shrugged, “guess Harvey was right...about what exactly, I’m not very sure but just...right.” 

“Speaking of Harvey, we should probably tell him about this...development.” 

Donghyuck pulled away from you, burying his head in your shoulder shyly, “I don’t think this is appropriate to be doing on school grounds.” 

“Oh so now you want to be a rule-abiding council member?” Donghyuck huffed, maybe being selfish wasn’t such a bad thing after all, especially when it came to you. 

Donghyuck scrunched up his nose, letting out a thoughtful hum, “... on second thought, maybe we should head out of school so we can continue this in peace.” 

[an-intronerd]

thoughts on jaskier (+ geraskier) post episode 6: rare species

this was honestly supposed to be a teeny little rant but like, my hands grew minds of their own.

...

ok, so like, i recently binged the witcher (and i’m one of those people who has not yet read the books and never played the games, so going in, i had no idea who these characters were or what their dynamics in the other medias were like or anything) and next thing you know, i’m drowining in the geraskier fandom. 

as one does, i’ve seen a lot of geraskier content, including fics and the like, and one idea that’s always there is that jaskier is this heartbroken, sullen, pining thing after the Big Fight. like, 98% of what i’ve seen or read has sad!jaskier. and like, the general plot is always like 

jaskier is sad that geralt yelled mean things at him. 

jaskier sings heartbroken love songs. 

jaskier runs into geralt/geralt finds jaskier/somehow these two meet again. 

geralt is a dick/geralt feels bad but is emotionally constipated so he doesn’t know how to use words to apologize/geralt saves jaskier’s life. 

geralt and jaskier make up because jaskier knows how to read his witcher’s emotions and forgives him. optional: they bang.

the end.

and its like, people aren’t perfect?? i think that’s a little unrealistic. and yes, fanfiction can be like that sometimes, because it’s what we want to happen. but like, imagine this:

jaskier going through the 5 stages.

jaskier goes down the mountain, leaving geralt behind. what else can he possibly do?

jaskier spends a few nights wasted and crying because hey, guess what, the love of his life for the better part of two decades is a gaint wart-covered dick. he’s sad about it, sue him.

jaskier decides fuck this, his witcher is a piece of shit and though he is by no means the best person on the planet, he is at least good enough to deserve better than what geralt gave him. or well, was incapable of giving him.

jaskier decides he will move on, and it’ll start with him getting out of this mountainside village and heading to one of the first places where he truly found himself, oxenfurt. afterall, music has been and will always be the one constant and greatest pleasure in his life.

it takes time, but jaskier perseveres. he gets over his denial pretty quickly. he will not believe geralt didn’t care for him at all. he knows that’s an insult to both of them. geralt cared in his own way. thats the truth. unfortunately, the other, much harsher truth is that it wasn’t enough. so, no geralt won’t be coming for him, and jaskier won't be waiting around.

anger is a bit harder to get over. once it truly sets in, it’s all jaskier can do not to hunt down that fucking white wolf and tear him a new one. jaskier is a person, he is a human with feelings, and that damned witcher had no right to treat him like the scum at the bottom of his shoe. if it wasn’t for jasker, geralt would still be run out of every other town he came across, stoned and bloody. he’d probably have died in a puddle of his own blood fifty times over by now, considering all the times jaskier had to patch him up. that ungrateful prick. except, once he’s exhausted three supllies of parchment and written enough songs about the bitcher, (yes not his most creative insult but he’s too petty to care!) he knows none of that is remotely true. and he wants closure.

and that’s when bargaining hits him full force. all of a sudden, he just needs to see geralt one more time. once more great adventure and a song to go with it, one more meal shared, one more conversation, to see if geralt really ever cared. he needs to ask him, and have geralt verbally confirm or deny his doubts. he needs this, just once. one more time, he needs to see his witcher, and it’ll be enough. one more time. just once. he almost fails himself, on one lonely night. he knows he can’t, he doesn’t even know where he’d start looking but he’s drunk beyond the point where common sense dictates his actions, and he’s packed half his belongings... and he’s getting ready... to track down the white... wolf... he wakes up with a bitch of a hangover the next day, but he didn’t go after geralt. he knows deep down once will never be enough. 

anger was tough, but depression was worse. it came for him like a siren in all her glory, drawing him in and in and in until he’s drowing and he didn’t even realise when that happened and then it’s too much, it’s too painful... he isn’t really surprised. he thrives on emotion, the good and the bad, it’s how he writes such brilliant ballads, he admits he hadn’t really delved into his own feelings about geralt yet. he hadn’t dealt with all the heartbreak follwing the mountain, and maybe he should have done so earlier, but he doesn’t think it matters. his heart wasn’t going to hurt any less months earlier when the wounds were still fresh. and though they may have closed up over time, the phantom pain is always with him. there are days where all he can do is curl up under his blankets and sob. some days he goes without eating a single morsel, finds himself lightheaded from dehydration, not leaving his bed for anything more than to relieve himself. some days, he flips through old songbooks, filled with twenty-odd years of adventure, both the fun and the dangerous kind, and laughter and frustration, companionship and solidarity... what was it he used to say? death and destiny, heroics and heartbreak. words of a lifetime past. some days, he compartmentalizes and sets all that aside in a little box in his mind and goes about his day as if he isn’t weighed down by the constant weight of his loss. it’s almost too much, but he’ll manage, he tells himself. he doesn’t let himself think of what he would do if he can’t.

it’s a cloudless day outside, and he’s in the market for new writing materials, and he’s going over next week’s lesson plan in his head, when he’s hit with the sudden realization that he hasn’t thought about geralt in a while. he’s thinking of him now, sure, but that doesn’t count because he’s thinking of how he’s not thinking of him, it’s a totally different thing, and oh- it doesn’t ache as much as it used to. he feels lighter than he has in a while, and he doesn’t know how that happened, or when, but he’s... okay. 

that’s the thing about healing, it happens whether you realise it or not, you just have to give ypurself a chance. it’s pontless to hold on to the negative feelings because you’re trying to hold on to something or someone that isn’t there anymore or maybe never really was. he didn’t know when it happened, but. the bitterness that accompanied the memories of geralt’s last words is no longer there. neither is the anger. there’s a dull sadness, but mostly it’s resignation and a sort of comfortable if lonely acceptance that geralt is gone. but there’s also a bittersweet understanding that jaskier will always love him. the history they shared isn’t erased because of a few angry words. jaskier will have, if nothing else, a lifetime full of moments and memories. if he sees geralt again, it will no longer be with a vision clouded in pain or anger or sadness, but rather a deep-seated love and forgiveness. he will let geralt decide now what they will be to each other. but he will not accept anything less than what he is worth. he will not be geralt’s punching bag. if geralt wants to have a relationship with him again, it will be one of equals, the bard and the witcher. if he wants to go their seperate ways, well, jaskier will live content like that too. 

he’s moved on.

sometimes, moving on doesn’t mean finding someone else. sometimes, it means mending your own heart, piece by broken piece, and then tucking it away safely inside, giving it a chance to heal. it’s about making that very difficult choice to let go of the bad that you’re holding on to, because it’s a way of holding on to the person you lost. it’s about finding yourself again, and who you were before the pain and heartbreak, and, figuring out who you want to be now. i need more of that, because that’s real. that’s how i imigine jaskier would feel. he’s not perfect, and he has his ups and downs as all of us do, and he is angry at geralt and sad and broken but also he’ll pick himself up, because he was someone before geralt, too, and he’ll still be someone after geralt, not just the witcher’s bard. he doesn’t know who that is yet, but he’ll figure it out.

and because i’m at my core a geraskier + happy endings hoe:

geralt realises an important thing on that mountaintop. he has been running from destiny and anything real all his life. he needs to get his head out of his ass, and find ciri. clearly, he was destined to lose yen, and that’s happened, no matter how hard he tried to make it different. she’s destined to be his and he accepts that now, but everything else is up to him. 

he finds ciri, and then, he’s a father. he vows to be a better parent than the one he had. 

he finds yen, and they learn to be enough for each other without turning it into something more than a vague frienship. somewhere between a truce and a partnership. for ciri, they agree.

he returns to kaer morhen, to his family with his daughter and his yennefer in tow. 

he realises that he has everything he could ever want, and more than any witcher ever gets, but there’s still something missing. 

then he realises it’s his bard, the one person who wasn’t unwillingly tied to him because of some wish or destiny, someone who chose him every single time, and who he misses with such a fierce ache.

then he remebers how badly he fucked that up, and then yen tells him he’s a wart-covered, emotionally constipated dick, and dumb too, but hey thank god you finally got your head out of your ass long enough to realise that you miss your bard and you’re sorry for what you did and you love him, and geralt just goes what? yen, love? oh- okay so that’s what the constant turning of his stomach and insomnia is.

then he sets out to find his bard, and ciri asks if she’ll finally get to hear all those famous songs about geralt from the source, and he says he hopes so.

it doesn’t take him long to find his bard, now a professor at oxenfurt academy, and geralt thinks that makes perfect sense because where else would jaskier have gone but to one of the few bright bits of his youth?

he gets to oxenfurt and it’s a cloudless day, and there’s people millig about and he thinks he’ll head to an inn and give roach a well-deserved rest, and then his heart stops. because there is jaskier, exchanging coin for parchment, and he looks just as he did a year and a half ago, except less disappointed and more happy and his heart hasn’t beaten this fast since he was a child left on vesemir’s doorstep. he thinks of all the nights he’s been unable to sleep because he had gotten so used to the bard’s humming and how it had been the most soothing wordless lullaby. he thinks of his last words, and he feels his breath leave him, because jaskier had taken it to heart, and left him. he’d given geralt his one blessing, and geralt thinks that those words are something he will regret for as long as he is living. he gives himself a moment to wonder if perhaps he should leave jaskier to the life he’s created for himself, be unselfish for once and let jaskier remain happy and safe and free. 

he should leave, though he knows that jaskier deserves so much more from him, an apology to start, and then a real friendsip, one tat goes both ways, and wow, geralt really is a wart-covered dick because he had treated jaskier so unfairly and he doesn’t undertsand why jaskier kept coming back to him, again and again. destiny hadn’t entwined their paths. jaskier chose to entangle them anyways. and he deserves so much more than geralt of rivia, and he should let jaskier have that, he should...

but he couldn’t walk away now, not when jaskier, his bard, his life-long friend, is standing right there, and jaskier turns, collecting his items and geralt stops breathing because jaskier looks over, and geralt watched the recognition flit over the bard’s face as he sees roach and then up, up, up, his eyes trace geralt’s form until.

their eyes meet, and jaskier smiles.

tl;dr: i just want more realistic portrayls of jaskier’s emotions after the Big Fight in episode 6, and i want to see jaskier go through all the feelings, and more depth to him that just some pining, heartbroken lump of a person. he’s more nuanced than that, i think. 

p.s: a big part of this ended up being based on my own experineces with love and friendship, pain and hertbreak, and the process of moving forward despite it all. idk how much of that comes through, and i hadn’t really planned for this post to go in the direction that it did, but i like how it turned out. i’m still trying to figure out that tricky little thing about making the choice to let go, and writing this helped?

p.p.s: this ended up way, way, wayyyyy longer than i intended, oops? why do i do this lol

p.p.p.s: if fics like this actually exist, please feel free to tag me in them or send me links, i would adore you forever!

[hoffkk]

The Best is Yet to Come

A Brightwell Fanfic

Story By: @hoffkk

Prompt: Gimme a starting question, and I’ll give you a brightwell fic that ends with a kiss!

Question: What do you think I’m doing here? from @officerparker

Summary:  When Malcolm and Dani become engaged, his mother gets a little overzealous with the wedding planning. The couple is grateful but also annoyed and at a loss. How does one stop Hurricane Jessica?

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"Mother, what are you doing here?" Malcolm asked curiously. He wasn't expecting her arrival this morning, yet here she was just letting herself right into his apartment as classy and sassy as ever.

"What do you think I'm doing here?" Jessica retorted exasperatedly. Not waiting for a response, she quickly added, "I'm here to plan the wedding of course."

Sitting at the counter next to Dani drinking coffee, he shared a confused look with his new fiancée then flicked his gaze back to his mother and replied, "We literally just got engaged two days ago."

"Exactly. We're all ready a full day behind," She noted, moving forward with her designer handbag in one hand and a large paper shopping bag in the other. "and if this is going to be the event of the season, we must begin preparations as soon as possible. Speaking of... what season were you two thinking of getting married in?"

"We haven't really gotten that far." Dani told her.

"Oh, no matter, we should really pick the location first and then see what they have open over the next year," Jessica said with a wave of the hand. "which reminds me, I took the liberty of making a few calls yesterday to the trendiest wedding venues in the city and..." She continued to rant as she walked off toward the living room to put down her bags and get out her phone. Malcolm rolled his eyes then mouthed "Sorry" to Dani who just smirked and gestured with her head to follow. Heading down the hall with their coffee, they all sat down on the couch as Jessica looked at the notes on her cell and listed off the venues she had called and the dates available. After much discussion, they settled on the Tribeca Rooftop. It had the wow factor that Jessica wanted, and Dani liked the idea of an outdoor wedding, especially after looking at the pictures of the location in a wedding magazine that Jessica had brought with her. As for Malcolm, he was happy as long as both of the women were happy. With this decision made, his mother made a call to book the location. Next, Jessica grabbed the shopping bag she had brought and pulled out a fancy white board with white ribbons stretched across it, creating an elegant diamond pattern.

"This is the wedding vision board." She smiled as she handed it over to Dani.

"Vision board?" Dani queried with a quirk of the brow as she passed the magazine to Malcolm and took the board.

"Every time we make a decision, we add it to the board under one of the ribbons to create the perfect vision of the perfect wedding." Pausing a moment, Jessica grabbed the wedding magazine from Malcolm and her scissors from her purse. Then, after some tearing and cutting, she slid a small picture of the rooftop between two ribbons in the center of the board. "There. Brilliant." She went on, admiring her handiwork. "Now, let's talk about color scheme." The discussion went on for a couple hours as they talked colors, flowers, and food. The latter brought up the question of the head count for the wedding. When his mom was talking about inviting over 300 people, Malcolm knew he had to put an end to her madness but didn't know how. Then, like a miracle from heaven, his phone rang. Hastily pulling it from his pocket, he answered after the first ring, "Hey, Gil. Good to hear from you, buddy. What's up? A case? Uh huh, of course. We'll be right there. Bye."

"Malcolm, you can't leave now." His mother grumbled unhappily.

"If there's a case, we don't have a choice." Dani told her. "Don't worry, we will finish this conversation later."

"We better. The wedding is in 8 months, and we've got a lot of work to do." Jessica told them.

"Right. Why don't you head home and work on the guest list then? You make your own, and we will make our own, then we can cross reference them later this week." Malcolm suggested.

"Fine." Jessica huffed. "I suppose that will work. Oh, and I want to make an appointment at Kleinfeld 's Bridal, so you need to decide on the wedding party ASAP, okay?"

"Will do." Malcolm nodded.

"All right, go do whatever it is you guys do to get ready for work. I'll show myself out." Then, grabbing her purse, she gave a wave and an air kiss then called out, "Ta-ta for now, my darlings."

The couple stood and returned Jessica's goodbye as they watched her head back to the front of the apartment and out the front door. Once the door shut behind his mother, Malcolm sank back down to the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank god."

"What are you doing? We have to get going." Dani said crossing her arms and staring down at her fiancé as he ran his hands through his hair and leaned back.

Resting his feet on the coffee table, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, willing away a small headache that was beginning to form. After second, he replied casually, "No, we don't. That was just Ainsley."

"What?" Dani questioned, feeling puzzled.

"I lied to get my mom to leave." He explained.

"Wow. Thats..." She trailed off, coming to sit beside him before finishing. "one of the sweetest things you've ever done. Thank you."

Malcolm felt her warm lips against his cheek and suddenly felt much better. Opening his eyes and dropping his hand, he inquired, "So, you're not mad."

"No." Dani assured. "Don't get me wrong, your mom was being very helpful, but she was also a little..."

"Intense? Neurotic?" He suggested.

With a smirk, she shook her head at him then amended, "I was gonna say overwhelming."

"Yeah, well, Jessica Whitly is nothing if not a planner, all the way down to the very last detail." Malcolm assured. "And when she sinks her perfectly manicured claws into a project, she really gets into it, especially if it involves me."

"Clearly." Dani retorted, staring at the nearby upholstered chair that currently displayed their vision board which was exploding with magazine clippings now. "I mean, knew wedding's were a lot, but Whitly weddings are A LOT a lot."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to her." He told her as he moved his feet back to the floor and threaded their fingers together."I'll tell her to back off and let us make the decisions. In fact, just say the word, and I can tell her we changed our minds about everything we decided today."

"No. Don't do that." She tossed back. "I like our plans."

"Really?" Malcolm challenged skeptically. "Because I know you, Dani Powell, and grand events aren't exactly your style. You can't really want a fancy rooftop wedding with over 300 people."

"The concept isn't terrible." Dani replied vaguely, not wanting to admit that he was right. "Besides, it made your mom so happy when I agreed with her suggestions."

"But this wedding isn't about her." He argued. "It's about us."

"I know." She nodded, pulling his hand into her lap and sandwiching it between her own. "But I also know your mom has been through hell ever since your dad's arrest twenty years ago and deserves to finally have something good to celebrate. You all do. So, let her plan her heart out and create an amazing celebration as big as she wants. She'll be happy, and it'll make everything much easier for us in the long run."

Malcolm looked into her warm brown eyes and smiled at how incredible she was. He never thought about the wedding that way, but Dani, as usual, was right. Happy occasions were in much shorter supply for the Whitly family than most. They had been since he was ten. So, now that these joyful moments were coming around more often, they owed it to themselves to make the most of them. Needing to be certain about her stance on this though, he asked in confirmation, "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Dani smiled back. "Honestly, this may not be the wedding I always pictured, but there is only one detail that really matters to me."

"What's that?" Malcolm questioned with a tilt of the head, trying to read her expression.

"You, waiting for me at the end of the aisle." She smiled affectionately, meaning every word. It was true. Jessica could do whatever she wanted... release 1,000 doves, dress her like a cupcake, invite all of New York City... it didn't matter. As long as the end game was marrying Malcolm, she'd be happy, truly, blissfully happy.

"Done." He beamed with pleasure before closing the gap between them and kissing her slowly and deeply to seal the promise.

Dani responded in kind, cupping the side of his face with her free hand. After a long moment, she pulled back and stared into his sapphire gaze as she stroked his cheek tenderly with her thumb. Not wanting the moment to end, Dani bit her lip then said, "You know, we should probably do that again... as practice for the big day."

With a cheeky grin Malcolm countered, "Or we could practice for the big night."

Her smile widened and amusement lit her eyes as she replied, "We could do that."

Without hesitation, Malcolm moved in one quick fluid motion, lifting Dani from the couch bridal style. She squealed in surprise and giggled in delight as he headed down the hall and across the threshold of the bedroom. If being engaged was this wonderful, Dani couldn't wait to be married. Starting a life with Malcolm was definitely going to be the best thing that ever happened to her. Yes, the best was definitely yet to come.