#how do i explain to my parents that i missed class because i rolled a 1 on finding a new chair

[missy-wholesome16]

Currently hiding in the bathroom at school rn because I walked into class, saw someone in my seat and I short circuited so hard and got so embarrassed that I had to awkwardly try and find a different seat that I straight up just left. I just. Walked out. And didn't go back. I can't recover from this I live in this stall now

Update: I tried to hide in the nurses office and she said I couldn't come in and told me to try the library and when I get in there there's nobody there, so I just park my ass in a chair and sit there for like 45 minutes....nobody came in, nobody was looking for me the librarian never came back....I pulled it off.

[dark-fics-4-you]

Old Grudges Die Hard

dark!Bully!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Rafe Cameron had made your life hell ever since you first met him in elementary school. When you moved away for college, you thought you were finally done with your bully, but your life changes when you come face to face with him at his party a year later.

Warnings: noncon (rape), smut, unprotected sex, dacryphilia (crying & tear kink), rough sex, slapping, choking, sexual harassment, harassment, degradation, bullying, drinking, drugs

A/N: this fic begins when Reader and Rafe are in elementary school, but nothing sexual happens between them until they are 19 years old

When you were in elementary school, your parents explained to you that part of being a Pogue meant that people would hate you for absolutely no reason other than the fact that you’re poor.

Grasping your scrapped knee in pain as fat tears rolled down your cheeks, you were quick to tell your parents about the altercation at school as soon as they picked you up.

When you asked them what a ‘Pogue’ was, they exchanged a concerned look before gingerly explaining why the rude boy in your class had shoved you really hard at recess.

“B-but why would he do that?” You sobbed. “It’s so hard to make new friends here!”

“I know sweetheart,” your mother looked down at you sadly. “Is this the first time something like this has happened?”

“No! He made fun of my clothes on my first day. He said I look poor and he would know since he’s rich.” You cried louder, remembering how upset his words had made you. “A-and then all of the girls wouldn’t stop grabbing my skirt or pinching me because he told them to.”

“Have you told the teacher about this?” Your mother asked. You had reached the car now and she helped you into your seat and buckled you in.

“They just ignored me! Rafe gets away with everything,” you grumbled.

“Maybe he’s got a crush on you, Y/N,” your dad jokingly teased from the front of the car and you gagged loudly.

“Ew! No! I hate him! I would never like him in a million years!” You angrily exclaimed.

“Well, I’ll call the school and let them know he’s causing problems. He shouldn’t be able to get away with this without punishment.”

What your parents had a much harder job explaining to you was how powerful money is, and how unfair the world is.

Three parent-teacher meetings with your parents and Rafe’s accomplished little to nothing. If anything, the attention that you had brought to his behavior only made it worse.

It was remarkable how sneaky he could be in his torment of you, always waiting for the teacher’s back to turn before pinching your arm hard enough to make you scream, and bringing the teacher’s attention back to you only for you to be chastised for interrupting class.

He would accuse you of looking at his quizzes, all the while he was cheating off of you.

Any craft or art project that you worked on would mysteriously turn up damaged or missing, getting you in more trouble with the teacher for not completing work.

By the last day of 5th grade, you were thrilled to be heading off to a different middle school than Rafe.

And for three blissful years, you were safe from his cruelty. In fact, Rafe Cameron had become all but a distant memory by the time you reached high school.

Excited by your high grades in middle school and how fast you were learning the material, your parents saved up their money to put you into the best high school in Outer Banks, one that was populated mostly by rich Kooks.

You were so excited to start high school at such a nice school! It was very obvious to you that you were in Kook territory given how well funded it was, and you hoped that despite your Pogue status, you would be able to make friends.

When you realized one of your closest elementary school friends who had switched schools in the 7th grade was at the same school, you were over the moon.

Linking arms with Olivia, she gave you a quick tour of the school before leading you over to your locker. After several attempts, you opened it and loaded your things inside.

“I’ve already made so many friends and we haven’t even started classes yet!” Olivia giggled.

“Really??” You asked. If Olivia was making friends this quickly, maybe it would be okay for you.

“Yeah! And there’s sooo many cute guys here! Like Brady, Joey, Daevon, Rafe, Aaron L, Aaron R, although Aaron D is straight up fugly.”

“Wait hold on, did you say Rafe? As in Rafe Cameron?” Your stomach dropped at the thought of running into him.

Even though it had been three years and you hoped that he had changed, you couldn’t help but feel apprehension at his name.

“Oh yeah, he’s sooo cute!” Olivia gushed, looking around the hall quickly before meeting your eyes again. “Why? What’s up? Do you have a crush on him too?”

“Well, I haven’t seen him in so long, but the last time I did, he was basically my bully in elementary school,” you joked, trying to make light of the situation.

“Wait, what?? That was Rafe?!”

“What did I do?” A familiar voice from behind you made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you swiveled around to come face to face with the last person you wanted to see right now.

His face had changed and he was obviously much taller than he had been when you last saw him (you both were), but there was no mistaking his face.

He took you in for a moment, eyes widening when he recognized you.

“No way, Y/N Y/L/N, is that really you?” His voice was incredulous and you had never wished more that you would just evaporate.

“In the flesh,” you nervously joked.

“Hi Rafe!” Olivia excitedly greeted him, but he ignored her, much to her dismay.

“Y/N um, you know…” he paused, looking a bit pained. “I uh, I feel kinda bad about how I treated you back then, that was so long ago now though.”

He laughed and you reluctantly joined in.

“But anyways, I uh- wanna make it up to you, you should come sit with my friends at lunch today.”

His offer shocked you and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a few moments with raised eyebrows.

“Is this a joke?”

“No,” he quickly responded, looking to the ground with embarrassment burning across his cheeks. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

You glanced over at Olivia who gave you an encouraging grin, looking a little jealous herself.

“Um, I guess! Thanks Rafe!” You smiled at him and he mumbled a goodbye before running off to class.

Olivia squealed with excitement before pulling you into a tight hug, “OMG!!! Y/N!! He is so into you!”

“No way! He’s probably just trying to put the past behind us,” you rolled your eyes at Olivia’s enthusiasm.

However, as lunch approached, you found butterflies growing in your stomach. Were you scared or nervous? Why?? It was just lunch. Rafe did look very different, and you couldn’t deny that he was a little cute, but you still felt anxious to see what lunch would bring.

The bell rang out, releasing you from your last class before lunch. Your stomach was in knots as you walked to the cafeteria. You grabbed your food slowly, letting people filter into the seats and trying to spot Rafe.

He confidently walked in with his friends in tow, all of them laughing loudly as they made their way to a table near the back of the cafeteria.

You swallowed your nerves, clutching your lunch tray tightly before approaching their table.

Rafe stood up, grinning at you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you to a seat before pushing you down onto it, “here, sit next to me.”

He sat beside you introducing you to all of his friends at the table, “that’s Topper, Kelce, Byce, and Joey.”

“Hi,” you nervously told the boys your name.

After meeting them, the conversation moved on to discussing all of the cool things they had done this summer. You even chimed in yourself and they all seemed interested in what you had to say.

Rafe opened his lunchbox before sighing in disappointment and chuckling, “my dumbass parents forgot the silverware again.”

He looked down at his leftover spaghetti, seemingly with no fork or spoon in sight.

Feeling like you wanted to repay Rafe for inviting you to sit with him and his friends, you told him you could grab it.

When you stood and turned to walk away, you heard the entire table break out into loud laughter.

You whipped around, nervously meeting Rafe’s eye.

“What’s so funny?” You demanded, raising your voice to cut through their snickers.

Your panic caught the attention of the students around you, who also began laughing.

“Looks like Aunt Flo is in town, Y/L/N.” Rafe cackled, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized what was going on.

On the seat that you had just been in, beside Rafe, you could see red paint drying to the seat.

Without thinking, you reached behind and your heart clenched when you felt wetness on your bottom, and you looked down to see the same red paint now smeared on your hand.

Rafe and his friends burst into laughter, along with the other tables that had been nearby when you stood up.

The cacophony caught the attention of the other students seated further away, who noticed your seemingly blood stained shorts and started laughing along at you.

You had never felt so publicly shamed in your life, and you realized that you were dead wrong to assume that Rafe had changed at all.

You didn’t think he could ever turn over a new leaf now.

Hot tears sprang to your eyes as you ran out of the cafeteria, sprinting to a bathroom stall to lock yourself in as you cried.

After 5 minutes of ugly sobbing, you finally collected yourself and decided to go to the front office to see if they could help you.

Not wanting to mention the fact that you had been pranked, you tied your sweater around your waist and asked them if they had shorts you could borrow.

Luckily enough for you, they did and you were able to get changed as everyone in the lunch period filtered out to their next classes.

You grabbed a note from the office before rushing to your class, 3 minutes after the final bell had rung.

Entering the classroom, you tried to ignore the soft chuckled and looks of recognition you got, but your stomach clenched when you realized there was only one seat left.

Right in front of Rafe.

He sneered at you as you sat down, and you did your best to ignore him.

Halfway through class, his hot breath at your ear nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Why were you so late to class, huh? Already running to mommy and daddy to tattle?” His whispered voice gave you chills and you ignored him, with great difficulty.

After whispering to you several more times and trying to get a rise out of you, he seemingly gave up.

Until you felt his finger hook underneath your bra strap at your back, pulling it back before snapping it against your skin.

You let out a gasp before spinning around in your chair to glare at him, “what’s your problem?!”

Rafe’s lips curled into a small smirk before responding, “what? I didn’t do anything.”

At this point your English teacher had noticed your outburst, walking over to you and Rafe with a stern look.

“Why are you disrupting my lesson? This better be good.”

You parted your lips, ready to respond, but Rafe beat you to it.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her, she just snapped at me,” he laid the charm on thick and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s lying!”

“Quiet, both of you! I don’t want to hear a word from either of you the rest of this class.” She chastised you, and you felt your cheeks burn with shame.

It just reminded you of him getting you in trouble years ago and you couldn’t believe that history was repeating itself.

The rest of your freshman year was no easier, with Rafe continuing to torture you and try to get you in trouble at school.

He never missed an opportunity to call you a ‘dirty Pogue,’ or shove you against the hard lockers whenever he spotted you in the hall.

Of course, no matter how many times you reported this to the school, often with witnesses, they always had their hands tied behind their back and deep in the pockets of Ward Cameron, who used his money and influence to shield his golden child of any and all consequences for his actions.

Sophomore year, his preferred method of torture was having his buddies pick on you in gym class. They would pummel you with dodgeballs as you huddled in the corner, the gym teacher laughing too hard to stop them.

Junior year, he broke into your locker, stealing all of your textbooks and breaking the locker door. Conveniently, the cameras were down that day and because you couldn’t prove that Rafe had done it, you and your parents had to pay for new textbooks and a new locker door.

Senior year, he and all of his friends on the football team took immense sadistic pleasure from whistling at and catcalling you whenever they saw you, albeit in or out of school.

You never assumed that he had suddenly had a change of heart about you and was now interested in you. No, you knew that this was just Rafe trying to get under your skin and make you as uncomfortable as possible.

To him, harassing you had clearly become a game, one that you were growing extremely weary of as it went ignored by school staff for longer and longer.

The sick grin that would spread across his face as you squirmed in front of him proved how much he enjoyed toying with you.

Despite Rafe literally chasing you down the hallway while repeatedly calling you a ‘slut’ at full volume because you had worn a shorter skirt to school than usual one time, none of the teacher or administrators ever took your side.

For four years, Rafe Cameron made your life a living hell, and you still just couldn’t understand why.

Yes, he hated Pogues, that much was clear to you after seeing his treatment of your friends, but he seemed to harbor a deeper resentment towards you than he did towards anyone else.

No one else was ever on the receiving end of such hateful and calculated behavior, and your friends all agreed that he seemed to have it out for you specifically.

When graduation rolled around, you were less excited about graduating high school than you were to finally be done with Rafe.

Considering the fact that you were off to college while he was going to community college in Outer Banks also gave you a sense of pride. Despite his wealthy background and many privileges, you were still starting your future on a better foot, looking forward to attending Duke University on a full ride scholarship.

Your first year there was a dream come true, a whirlwind of meeting new friends, working hard in your classes, and going out to parties for the first time.

Without Pogue vs Kook bullshit poisoning the air, you found that you were finally able to be yourself and find your real identity.

Dating was still somewhat new to you, but you had at the very least lost your virginity first semester of college on a hookup with a cute guy.

It wasn’t anything special, but it could have been worse, and you were just excited to get more experience as college went on.

After the second semester ended, you packed up your dorm room to move back to Outer Banks for the summer, excited to reconnect with old friends.

Which is how you found yourself in the front seat of your friend’s car, parked in the driveway outside of a huge house party as you quickly fixed your make up last minute.

“Let’s go, Y/N! My pregame buzz is already starting to wear off!” Olivia complained from the backseat and you quickly put away your makeup before giving yourself a once over in the car mirror.

“Are you really trying that hard to impress Outer Banks boys when the Duke hotties are just a summer away??” Jade asked beside you.

“I just want to be ready for whatever the night brings,” you giggled. “I’m keeping my options open for now.”

The girls laughed along with you.

“Well you look hot as fuck already, let’s gooo!” Jade opened her car door and stepped out before you could get another word in.

“Okay, fine!”

You stepped out of the car, feeling very confident in your short party dress and heels.

Walking up to the large, imposing house, you could already hear the music pulsing loudly from inside. There were people standing outside to talk and you recognized one or two of them, saying “hi!” on your way in.

Everything was much louder inside the luxurious house, which was absolutely packed with people. The deep bass of the music rumbled throughout the house, rattling around in your ribcage.

Since Olivia and Jade had gone to parties here before, you let them lead you into the kitchen where the drinks were.

A large variety of beers, hard liquor, seltzers, and jungle juice greeted you inside, but you headed straight for the jungle juice.

“Ooh it’s blue tonight!” Olivia noticed, “I bet it’s gonna be super sour.”

You poured yourself a glass before taking a sip to try it. It tasted like blue raspberry, and the alcohol level made you gag in surprise at first, but on the second try you found that you liked it a lot.

“It’s good! Wait should we all do a shot together too?” You locked eyes with your friends, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

“Fuck yes,” Olivia cheered.

“I’m in!” Jade added and you poured out 3 shots.

Grabbing your shot glass, you raised it up, along with the other girls.

“Cheers!” You clinked them together, then tapped it down onto the table once before throwing it back.

“Okay, can we find the hot guys now?” Olivia joked and you nodded in agreement, reaching to pick up your drink.

Your hand slipped as you grabbed the plastic glass however, and it fell off the counter, spilling it’s contents all over the floor.

“Shit!” You cursed, looking around for some paper towels.

Your friends grabbed a roll off the fridge and handed it to you.

“Ugh I’m sorry!” You apologized as you got onto your hands and knees to clean up the mess. “Hey, you guys should scope out the people in the next room.”

“Ooh that’s a good idea! Let’s go Liv!” Jade grabbed Olivia by the arm and pulled her out of the kitchen, leaving you alone to mop up the sticky drink with paper towels.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Rafe’s easily recognizable drawl made goosebumps erupt across your skin, and you froze in place. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

All of the sounds of the party seemed to zone out as you quickly stood up, turning to face him.

When you looked up at the man who now towered far above you, you could tell that he had changed in the year since you last saw him.

Rafe had never been a skinny guy, especially when he had played football throughout high school, but now he seemed more ripped than you had ever seen him. Clearly he had been using a lot of his time away from school to build up his physique.

You also noticed that he seemed to have grown into his face more, looking more lean and handsome than he did in high school.

The smirk that was plastered on his face was all too familiar to you though. It was the look he always had when he was playing games with you.

“Hi, Rafe,” you nervously answered. “I could say the same.”

He paused, his gaze flitting down before slowly working its way up your body. His blue eyes narrowed as they met yours and you repressed a full body shiver.

“It’s my house,” he took a step closer to you and you instinctively took one back. He chuckled at that. “That’s why I’m so surprised to see you, ‘specifically looking so dolled up.”

His words surprised you and you mentally kicked yourself for not pressing the girls for more details about whose party you were going to.

Honestly you were just surprised and a little hurt that Olivia and Jade would choose to bring you here knowing your history with Rafe.

“I- I had no clue this was your house,” you stammered, taking another step back to create more space between you and the taller man.

Despite the muffled sounds of the party around you, and the knowledge that your friends were just down the hall, you felt so incredibly alone in the now all too cramped kitchen.

“How’s Duke been treating you?” His face was even, but his nasally tone betrayed a hint of disdain.

“It’s been…” you paused, unsure what the best thing to say would be. “It’s been really good. My first year was easier than I expected, but still interesting.”

He was silent, just studying your face for a moment. Rafe’s nose twitched before he let out a flat, “that’s good.”

Already feeling a heightened anxiety from being around him, and feeling distrustful about his questions, you were ready to exit this conversation.

With your drink clutched in your hand, you made a weak excuse about needing to catch up with Olivia and Jade before trying to walk around him.

You were shocked however when he suddenly moved as you walked by, his fingers wrapping around your arm just above your elbow and stopping you in your tracks.

“What are you doing? Let go of me,” You demanded, looking up at him in confusion and trying to tug your arm out of his grasp.

He moved in front of you, blocking your exit path with his grip still firm on your arm.

“C’mon, wait a second, I- I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I know I was really an asshole to you when we were younger, but that was so long ago, y’know? Could you just let me apologize to you?”

His words came out somewhat stammered, but still confident, and due to the forced proximity you could probably deduce why.

Rafe’s pupils were blown wide, his free hand gesturing in a jittery manner that could only point to one conclusion.

He was high as fuck.

“Please just- let go of me!” You begged with him again.

His eyes darkened, jaw tightening in annoyance as he looked down his nose at you. Rafe huffed, his lips parting to say something else but he was interrupted.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?”

You had never felt happier to hear Olivia’s voice. Glancing over Rafe’s shoulder, you could see her and Jade standing in the doorway glaring at Rafe.

Rafe immediately released you and you quickly rushed over to your friends.

“We were just catching up,” Rafe spoke with a casual ease as he turned to face you, like he hadn’t just corned you all alone at his party. It reminded you of all of the times you had tried to report him to teachers, only for him to sweet talk his way out of punishment.

“See ya around, Y/N.”

You shot him a dirty look before rushing out of the kitchen with Olivia and Jade in tow.

“What was that??” Jade asked as soon as the three of you were in the crowded living room.

“Better question, did you guys know this was Rafe Cameron’s house?” You angrily asked them.

You were still feeling shaken by the interaction. Maybe you should have anticipated that he would at the very least be at this party, but you had never expected he would be the one hosting it.

Olivia’s face dropped and she anxiously apologized, “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I honestly figured we wouldn’t run into him since there’s always just so many people here.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed. “He’s just being his normal, weird and creepy self. We probably won’t even see him again the rest of the night.”

You took a large swig of your drink to calm your nerves.

What this night needed was a distraction from Rafe Cameron, and you, Jade, and Olivia were still determined to have a good time tonight.

The three of you walked through the large house, coming across many familiar faces from high school.

Even while catching up with old friends though, you felt incredibly uneasy.

The feeling that there was a pair of eyes trained on you was burning at the back of your neck, and you weren’t surprised when you peeked behind yourself at one point to spot Rafe standing about 10 feet away among a group of guys.

Even when you met his gaze, his eyes didn’t flick away, and you shivered as he took a long drink from his solo cup, eyes never leaving yours.

Turning away from him and tuning your attention back into your friends, you couldn’t help but question yourself.

Were you crazy or was he looking at you differently?

The only times that he had even shown any interest in talking with you was before he was about to publicly humiliate you in some horrible way, but this time felt different.

There was something more behind his eyes that you couldn’t identify that raised alarms in your head.

No matter where you, Jade, and Olivia went, it seemed like Rafe wasn’t far behind. Despite joining the different groups nestled just out of view, you would catch a glimpse of him that would spike your pulse.

Your paranoia didn’t want you to get another drink. You felt almost unreasonably nervous about what might happen if Rafe trapped you alone, but you felt reassured by Jade and Olivia’s presence, emboldening you to serve yourself one more cup of the jungle juice.

That confidence quickly fizzled however, when halfway through finishing your drink, Jade found a cute guy to hook up with and split off from you and Olivia.

Olivia was quick to leave as well, despite your pleas that she stay with you, “there’s plenty of people you know here, Y/N! Just lighten up a bit, you’ll be fine!”

With neither of your friends beside you, you suddenly felt very alone and you looked around the room, hoping to find any high school acquaintances you could catch up with to avoid the awkward nervousness you felt right now.

Unluckily, you didn’t recognize anyone, so you threw back the rest of your drink and started making the rounds.

Downstairs yielded no results, so you made your way upstairs, hoping to find either Olivia and Jade or other friends to talk to.

You checked several rooms only to be unsuccessful in finding anyone that you knew.

Jade and Olivia hadn’t been responding to your texts and you were starting to get annoyed.

Upon finding another empty bedroom, you frustratedly sat down, pulling your phone out of your pocket to call one of them.

The sound of the door closing caught your attention, and you raised your head to see Rafe Cameron standing in front of the now closed bedroom door.

“Rafe?” Confusion tinged your shaky voice as you sat up, staring at him in the dimly lit room.

He got closer to the bed, never taking his eyes off of you. “D’you have any clue how crazy you drove me all through high school?”

A pit began to form in your stomach at his words and your throat felt tight as you looked up at the imposing blond.

His hair was disheveled, words slurring together as his angry blue eyes cut through you.

“What the hell are you talking about? If I remember correctly, you were the one torturing me!” You snipped back at him.

“You have no idea-” he sniffed, rubbing a shaky finger under his nose. “You think you’re so much better than me, hm?”

Rafe took another step closer and you shrunk in on yourself nervously, eyes darting to the door behind his looming figure. He seemed much more drunk and high now, a fact that made you even more uncomfortable.

“I- I don’t think that Rafe,” you stammered. “I never said that-”

“You didn’t have to, Y/N,” he bitterly sneered. “Y’moved out of Outer Banks for a year and now you think that makes you feel so high and mighty around the rest of us.”

“Rafe-”

“What makes you so special, hm?” He spat out, moving closer, now inches away from where you sat on the bed.

Your body was buzzing with anxious energy, but you felt frozen to the spot, completely caught off guard by this outburst from Rafe. There was nothing you could do to get yourself to move.

You had encountered Rafe when he had been drunk or high several times before, he was no stranger to coming to high school intoxicated. But you had never been trapped alone with him and completely at his mercy before and you couldn’t push down the nagging feeling that something awful was about to happen if you didn’t leave the room.

“You’re just Pogue trash, and let’s be real, it won’t be long till you fail out of college and you’re walking the streets of Outer Banks like the slut you are,” he growled and your cheeks heated up in anger.

You brought one arm up to push him back from you, but he snatched your wrist, fingers tightening around you painfully.

You let out a cry when he twisted your arm behind your back and he chuckled at the tears kissing your waterline.

“Still just the same uptight bitch you’ve always been, huh?” His eyes flitted down to your lips for a moment. He was so close you could clearly smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

“Let go of me, Rafe,” you whispered, voice shaking with fear. Sure, Rafe had been a nightmare before, but you never even imagined he would take it this far.

The taller man let out a short chuckle that sent a chill up your spine.

“Or what?” He smirked down at you, clearly enjoying your dismay at the situation he had forced you into. “Gonna tattle to a teacher?”

Your chest and throat felt tight, panic beginning to build inside you as you tried to deny what you were sure couldn’t be true.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Rafe.” You weakly tried, desperately hoping that this was just another one of his twisted pranks that he was taking too far to watch you squirm.

“You still think this is a joke, sweetheart?” He sneered, Figure Eight cockiness dripping from his nasally voice.

Time seemed to slow as Rafe leaned down, his lips covering yours as he released your wrist and locked his arm around the small of your back.

For a moment you were too shocked to react, but you quickly reached one arm up to push at his chest. Instead of pushing him away from you however, your force made you fall back against the bed, bringing him down with you.

He shamelessly grabbed at your waist, before trailing up, hands reaching past the neckline of your dress and traveling up to grope your tits as his lips found yours again.

You could barely process what was happening, your head still spinning from the alcohol. Rafe’s lips moved against yours, trailing across your cheek when your turned your head away from him to gasp for air.

One of his hands roughly grabbed your chin, pulling your jaw back towards him, and your stomach flipped at the feeling of him pushing his tongue into your mouth and groaning into the kiss.

When he shifted on top of you, grabbing your legs and spreading them apart, you struggled against him. Squirming on the bed, you managed to crawl away from him a bit, but his large hands grabbed your legs, pulling you back underneath him.

You froze when his fingers wrapped around your throat and you looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes.

“Stop fucking moving,” he huffed, forcing his free hand between your legs. He roughly pushed your dress up, pausing when he drank in your pink, lacy panties underneath.

Rafe licked his lips, a cruel smirk spreading across his face, “guess you’re not so innocent anymore, huh?”

Tears filled your eyes as you squirmed beneath him and the hand at your throat pressed down harder, pinning you in place.

His fingers ghosted over your core and you tilted your hips away from him, squeezing your thighs shut against his wandering hand.

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, his blue eyes darkening as he scowled down at you.

“Y’know, I was almost gonna be nice to you…” His scowl disappeared as he trailed off, his pink lips curving into a sick grin. “But if you want to make this difficult, I can make it difficult too.”

You watched with fearful eyes as he reared one hand back, unable to flinch away due to his iron grip on your throat.

The cacophony of the party muffled your cry of pain when he slapped you hard. His golden rings made your cheek sting even more and you couldn’t stop your tears from spilling over.

Your ears were still ringing when you felt his hand leave your throat, but you were too dazed from the slap to react. Rafe’s impatient fingers dug into the skin of your thighs as he pulled your panties down your legs.

Time slowed as you could hear your heart thundering in your chest and you leaned up on your elbows to watch Rafe push his shorts down before palming his already hard cock. He was bigger than the guy you lost your virginity to, and much thicker.

Tongue thick and heavy in your mouth, you tried to tell him to stop, but the blood was rushing in your ears so loudly you couldn’t hear your own voice.

Rafe heard you though, and you watched him roll his eyes before ignoring your pleas.

He shifted on top of you, roughly parting your legs before placing himself between them. The blond wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, guiding it to your core and you struggled beneath him when he dragged the tip along your already slick lips.

“Fuck-” his low groan made your stomach flip. You reached up one hand to weakly push at his shoulders, but he swatted you away.

There was nothing you could do but watch as he planted one hand on the mattress to brace himself before pushing the tip of his cock between your folds and forcing himself inside your tight cunt.

“Rafe-” Your protest was cut off when his hand slapped over your mouth. Hot tears fell past your lashes as Rafe slowly stretched you out inch by inch.

His piercing eyes never left yours, watching your face with a sick delight as he violated you.

You shifted uncomfortably beneath him as he split you open, and you winced when he grabbed your arm, fingers digging in to your tender flesh.

You whimpered when his tip grazed your cervix. The blond tilted his hips back before pushing himself deep into you again.

Rafe let out a shaky breath, his cock twitching as you squeezed around him.

“Shit, if I knew you felt this good, I would’ve tried you out years ago,” he chuckled darkly, words slurring together.

His hand was removed from your mouth only to be replaced by his lips. You shuddered when he forced his tongue into your mouth, and you could taste the liquor on his lips.

Rafe pulled away from the kiss as he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth, stretching you out around his thick cock again and again.

Your hands came to his shoulders, nails digging in to his tanned skin as you tried to slow his pace.

Unfortunately, your attempts only amused Rafe, who sneered down at you cruelly before picking up his pace, forcing himself deep into your snug walls.

Intoxication clouded your mind, and the room seemed to be spinning even faster now.

“Fuck-” you moaned when he hit a spot that made you see stars. “Mm please-”

You were momentarily broken from the spell however when one of Rafe’s strong hands wrapped around your throat, stealing your breath.

When you tensed in fear, involuntarily squeezing around his cock, Rafe groaned, watching your misty, fearful eyes roll back in your head with each thrust.

“You look so pretty right now, Y/N. All teary eyed and cock drunk,” the blond whispered.

You wanted so badly to be able to escape, to avoid the wicked things he was doing to you, but you were so painfully aware, as every sensation was heightened by your terror.

Hips still snapping against yours, Rafe leaned down, his hungry lips finding yours. With his hand at your throat, you couldn’t turn away, and you clenched around him when he pushed his tongue into your mouth. His lips slid over yours greedily, refusing to stop until you clutched at the hand at your throat.

You took a gasping breath when he finally pulled away, your tears falling more freely now, and Rafe kissed your cheeks, licking up your salty tears.

“Perfect little Y/N is such a mess, huh?” He mocked you, mumbling against your skin before sloppily kissing you again.

You couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling building between your legs, no matter how much it disgusted you. Shame clutched you when you felt yourself growing slicker with his every thrust.

“Don’t-” you whimpered when he hit a sensitive spot. “Stop-!”

Your assailant snickered at that, relishing your pitiful protests, “do you even know what you want right now? Y’think you’re so smart, till you take some cock and you turn into a stupid slut.”

His degrading words cut deep and your cheeks flushed in humiliation, tears spilling past your lashes.

Rafe’s pace was downright punishing, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass along with the lewd sounds of your wetness filled the room, punctuated by your whimpers and the coerced moans he drew out of you.

Hatred and resentment burned behind his blue eyes as he watched you squirm beneath him, only taking his eyes off of your face to watch his cock push in and out of your tight cunt.

Drawing even closer to the edge, you could feel the dam inside of you ready to burst, and Rafe could too; you were practically pulsing around him now.

“Yeah, that’s it sweetheart.” His low, nasally voice made your stomach flip, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to resist the inevitable. “Just do the one thing stupid sluts like you are good for and make a mess all over my cock.”

With another thrust, the dam burst, and you whined as your orgasm cut through you.

Rafe fucked you through it, cursing when he felt you squeezing around him like a vice. His grip on your throat tightened as his pace reached a crescendo.

“Fuck-” he growled, his hips stuttering before he pushed deep into you one more time, painting your walls with his sticky cum.

You squirmed beneath him, trying to push him off of you, but he easily grabbed your wrists, pining them down as he stayed buried inside you. You felt nauseous when his cock pulsed as you struggled, the reminder that he was still getting off on your distress was sickening.

His lips draped over yours again and you whimpered into the kiss, body still shaking as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened.

By the time he broke the kiss, your head was spinning, and you somehow felt more drunk than when you had first entered the room.

When Rafe finally pulled out of you, you shuddered because you could feel his cum slowly leaking out of you.

Instead of getting off the bed like you expected, the blond shifted on top of you, lowering himself to get a better view of your sore pussy.

“Shit, Y/N, hope you’re on a good birth control,” he chuckled wickedly, and you squirmed when he used two fingers to push his cum deep inside of your sensitive cunt. “Cause there’s no way in hell I’m paying child support for some Pogue brat.”

Your cheeks burned in anger and shame, fear and disgust sparking in your gut at his words.

Rafe pulled his fingers out and climbed off the bed, quickly pulling his clothes back on before seemingly looking around for something as you slowly sat up.

He found what he was looking for, picking up your pink panties from the ground before locking eyes with you and then stuffing them into his pocket.

You shivered as he triumphantly smirked down at you, “I’m gonna.. get back to the party... You should clean yourself up, you look pathetic right now.”

Embarrassed, you looked down at the bed, not wanting to meet his eyes as he further humiliated you.

“And uh, don’t let me catch you alone again, Y/N,” Rafe sneered, laughing as he closed the door behind him.

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[ LET’S GET MARRIED ! ] — lhs <3

PAIRING. lee heeseung!student X femreader!student !

SYN. the uni is giving away free dorms! under one condition, in order to save your desperate broke ass student’s life, you’d have to get married. and who’d be the lucky person to marry you if not your childhood friend? no feelings involved of course!…..right?

GENRE. he fell first but she fell harder, basically being in denial for feelings at first, childhood friends to a married couple, fluff fluff fluff !

WARNINGS. mentions of getting married(obv), rest of enha and lesserafim’s yunjin & chaewon are in it too, mentions on having kids(no, there will be no kids here its nothing serious!!), mentions of food, being broke because of uni student life. (pls do lmk if i missed something!) || NOT PROOFREAD AND VERY POORLY WRITTEN!!

WORD-COUNT. 5.1k+ (damn!)

NOTE. this is me being extremely sorry for not continuing my heeseung smau by releasing a heeseung oneshot yay!! i actually got the inspiration from HAPPINESS (one of my fav kdramas!) please leave some feedbacks!! i really wanna know what you thought about it<3

when you were younger, you’ve made a wishing list to you in the future, as soon as you turn an adult.

three important wishes were ;

first, never go broke while being a uni student.

second, never get married before the age of 25.

third, never ever fall in love with your best friend since childhood, aka lee heeseung.

first one is already being a huge failure. younger you would be definitely disappointed in uni student you, not that you care that much, but being a broke student sucks.

“my parents are literally about to kick me out, i get that, i’m a 22 years old uni student who’s still living up their asses, they probably want some peaceful and quiet life” you smacked your head over the lunch table, both of your friends looking at you concerned.

“maybe it’s time for you to pay for the dor-“

“never! yunjin, tell her how broke i am”

“she has like 1 dollar in her bank account, she’s still taking loans from her parents” yunjin nodded and you rolled your eyes.

“you didn’t have to go that far”

“oh i did”

“oh i know! what if you just start working?” chaewon raised her voice a bit.

“i have no time!”

“excuses excuses blah blah blah” she mocked you.

“look at heeseung for example, he works in a part time job at the convenience store right next to uni” yunjin pointed out.

you searched through the lunch hall and found the one person you’ve been looking for, lee heeseung.

you’ve been stuck to him ever since childhood, with your mothers being the biggest best friends you’ve ever seen, it was pretty hard to not see him every day in your young days.

both of your mothers even got pregnant at the same time, and gave birth around the same time, you’re two days younger than him.

your photo album is full with pictures of you and him, and so are the hanged photos on your house wall.

your mother and his mother were your biggest shippers, forcing you both to hug each other and even wear matching clothes.

your elementary school memories are filled with heeseung next to you and the whole class shipping you two.

highschool days weren’t better either, guys who wanted to try a move on you were always so scared of heeseung, they were so sure you and him are dating, with the amount of glares they got from him it was really hard to think otherwise.

your highschool crushes rejected you, always giving the excuse of not wanting to be in a relationship, hiding the fact that heeseung warned them that if they’ll say yes he’ll make sure they never see a daylight again.

he was joking, really. he’s not the violent type, and he couldn’t really explain why was he feeling so jealous whenever he saw you confessing to a guy who isn’t him.

heeseung got used to watching you from afar and protecting you, and you got used to search him everywhere you go even in crowded places and having his company ever since childhood.

“hee!” you called and waved at him, he waved at you back with a smile on his face.

“i swear if i didn’t know both of you were childhood friends i would’ve think you’re a married couple or something” chaewon rolled her eyes and you scoffed.

heeseung continued his way to his usual table with his friends.

“thinking about ways to confess your love to her?” jake smirked and heeseung shook away his thoughts.

“hm? who?” he asked.

“it’s obvious who! don’t play dumb come on!” sunghoon playfully pushed the older one.

“we’re talking about Y/N! everyone in uni are talking about you, even those who know nothing about the two of you” jay remarked.

“there’s nothing between us, we’re just friends” heeseung shrugged.

“and i’m queen elizabeth” sunoo tsked.

heeseung rolled his eyes and began to eat, “you know, even if i did have a crush on her, why would she even accept my confession?”

“ohhhh~” his friends teased.

“it’s kind of obvious she likes you, we’ve watched her ever since we became friends with you, and the way she looks at you is just different” jungwon shrugged and ni-ki nodded.

“she’s always searching you in a crowded room, as if you’re her guardian angel and she only needs you in her life in order for it to be perfect” ni-ki then stole a few bites of heeseung’s meal.

“hey! not cool” heeseung scoffed and ni-ki giggled.

“it’s not bad to have a crush on your childhood friend, you know?” jake smiled, “sometimes all you need is a miracle” jay added.

“hey, let’s go on a work search for yo-“

“no no no yunjin not you too!!” you sobbed, “i have no time to work and i need to search for the cheapest dorm, a one i can actually afford as soon as possible”

“why don’t you just go and ask heeseung for help” chaewon shrugged.

“it’s not that easy, i don’t want him to worry about it too much, he works hard for his money too” you pout and they nodded.

“by the way! how’s the money for the uni dorms is going?” jake asked heeseung who was busy fighting with ni-ki over his food.

“i’m just a few shifts away from getting enough money, i’ll ask y/n to become my roommate as soon as— what?” he noticed his friends looking at him.

“y/n and you? being roommates?” sunoo teased.

“hey, me and y/n spent all our childhood together, my house is her house and her house is mine, it has been like that for a while” heeseung sighed and they all nodded hesitatly.

“still, you said y/n’s parents told you about her not being able to pay for the uni dorms, are you really willing to pay it all?” jungwon asked.

heeseung shrugged and took a bite from his food again, “it’s either that or she’ll get kicked out by her parents”

“you really are her guardian angel” ni-ki whispered.

“good morning! you have afternoon classes today right?” your mother woke you up with a smile smeared all over her face.

“mhhm” you hummed, still trying to adjust the bright sunlight that hit your face.

“i need you to bring some medicine for ms lee! she’s been sick and i bought her some things” your mother helped you to get up and shoved you a bag, “here”

“can you please just let me get—“

“you can get ready at theirs! quickly quickly go!” she pushed you outside of your house. damn, she really does hope you’d get out as soon as possible.

she was right though, heeseung’s house is your house, and your house is his. you have a few clothes and even a toothbrush at his house and he has the same at yours, getting ready there was never a problem to you.

a walk to their house is even less than 5 minutes so you weren’t worried about someone from your neighborhood getting a jumpscare and thinking you’re some kind of a zombie.

you took out the keys and opened the door, heeseung was sitting in the kitchen and eating his breakfast.

“don’t ask, been a rough morning, where’s mom by the way?” you asked him and he pointed at her room. you got used to call his mom your mom too.

you saw her sleeping so you left the bag and the medicine next to her, leaving a note saying good morning and instructions of how to take the medicine, as if she doesn’t know all of that.

“you have afternoon classes too?” you asked heeseung while getting ready. he was in his room, lying on his bed while playing some games on his phone.

“not really, i don’t have any class today” he chuckled.

“since when don’t you have any classes today?”

“ever since i decided that im too tired to go to uni”

you rolled your eyes and threw one of the pillows at him, “don’t be stupid! get up and get ready to go!”

he giggled and shook his head, “i’m joking, i took evening classes for today”

you pressed your lips together and nodded, you don’t know why but hearing him giggling always made your heart skip a beat, but you don’t have any feelings for him, like, at all. right?

afternoon classes started and before you knew it, it was already lunch time.

“y/n! you won’t believe it!!” chaewon shout.

“what is it?” you shout at her back even though you were sitting right in front of her.

“i found you a solution! you can get a free dorm!” she shout back.

“what!” you shout.

“can you stop shouting! for god’s sake you’re literally a 1 cm away from each other” yunjin, who was covering her ears yelled.

you and chaewon shared an eye contact and froze. yunjin is so scary when she’s angry.

“continue please” she coughed and let chaewon continue what she had to say.

“it might seem crazy what i’m about to say,” chaewon sighed, “the uni is giving away free dorms—“

“no way omg omg omg please tell me i’m dreaming this is not happening right now right this is not real righ—“

“under one condition!” she cut you off and took her phone out of her pocket to read the terms.

“in order to get a free dorm, you have to have at least one option applied ;

one, you’re younger than 18. two, you’ve been scoring A+ on ALL of your exams and three, you’re between the ages 18-25 and got married, or engaged” she finished reading and turned off her phone.

“but chaewon, i’m not younger than eighteen” you complained and rest your head on your arm who was lying on the table.

“nor scoring A+ on ALL of your exams” yunjin added.

“thanks yunjin, i needed that”

“always here to help”

“then you know what’s left” chaewon smirked and you sat up, looking at her with innocent eyes.

“no” you let out.

“oh yes”

“i have no one to marry to” you argued.

“yes you do!” yunjin replied.

“i do not!”

chaewon and yunjin raised a brow and crossed their arms, “you don’t?”

as heeseung entered the uni entrance, you ran towards his direction and stopped in front of him.

“y/n why are you still here—“

“let’s get married” you said it out loud in front of everyone who was around.

your surroundings suddenly became quiet and everyone was staring at you two, starting to whisper and waiting for heeseung’s answer.

instead of answering he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the entrance into a place in the garden next to the uni.

the walk there was making you so nervous and anxious, what if you were a bit too much? asking your childhood friend to marry you just to get a free dorm? are you that desperate?

when he finally stopped, he let go of your wrist and cupped your cheeks, looking straight into your eyes.

“what did you say?” he asked, his eyes looking for any sign or answer from you.

“i said, let’s get married”

heeseung could’ve swore his heart skipped a beat because he for real felt like he died at that spot.

“let me explain!” you said before he could respond.

“the uni are giving out free dorms to anyone who’s between the ages of 18-25 and is married or engaged” you sighed.

heeseung let go of his hold and sighed, looking down and closing his eyes.

you really didn’t mean that genuinely, did you? something in him really hoped you did.

“hee?” you asked, biting your lower lips, suddenly feeling more anxious than before

“sure, let’s get married” he chuckled.

you broke your second main wish on your list.

heeseung was just a few shifts away from getting enough money to get the both of you a place to live in, he could have told you that too, but he chose not to.

only crazy people would agree to this idea, you were so desperate that you actually just asked him to marry you, and he guessed he was one of those crazy people, because he had no idea why he said yes.

he had other way, without marrying you, but something about the idea of marrying you made him feel excited.

“i knew it i knew it! only crazy people would agr— wait what” you blinked a few times after you realized his answer.

“i said sure, let’s get married” he smiled softly and you were about to faint.

“no feelings are involved….right?” you hesitantly asked him, hoping he wouldn’t agree with you.

instead, he nodded slowly and hesitantly, “no feelings involved”

you regretted that sentence so bad because the day after, when he kneeled on one knee and held a ring out for you in front of everyone and proposed to you, your couldn’t lie to yourself anymore, you actually broke your third wish on your list a few years ago, you were in love with lee heeseung for years.

“y/l/n y/n, i have loved you ever since i can remember, i watched you grow up and grew up with you as well, i got used to being with you 24/7, i can’t see the rest of my life without you in it, will you make me the happiest man alive and agree to marry me?”

even though it was an act(according to you), it felt so real to the point where you cried and sobbed so badly, while putting on the ring he bought for you less than 24 hours ago.

it wasnt planned. the proposal wasn’t planned at all.

the plan was that you and heeseung will go to the uni secretariat and request an application for the free dorm since both of you are engaged now.

heeseung had no reason to put on this whole show and show everyone that you’re now engaged. you have no idea why he did it, and instead of getting angry at him, you fell in love with him even more.

it felt wrong, it felt not right.

but you didn’t care, you always knew your feelings for heeseung were somewhere deep inside your heart. you tried to push them away all the time, because there was no way your childhood friend, the popular boy in your highschool, the kid who grew up with you, had feelings for you.

you tried to deny your feelings but now you realized thrre was no use anymore, so you let yourself love him as much as you can.

it wasn’t the desperation that lead you to ask him to marry you, because then you’d ask literally any other guy, it was your pure love to him, to the guy who was always there for you when you needed him.

“heeseung! explain what was that!” his six other friends gathered in a circle, surrounding him and not letting him go.

“what was wha—“

“you and y/n? married?” jungwon shout.

“have you gone crazy?” jake added.

“and she said yes! something is not right” jay joined.

“yesterday you told us you have no feelings for her!” sunoo remarked.

“you didn’t even believe us when we told you she’s obviously in love with you” sunghoon tsked.

“something isn’t sitting right to me” ni-ki gasped.

“explain now!” they all said at the same time.

“calm down!” heeseung coughed, “i’ll explain to you everything later”

by later he meant after classes, at his house, together with you and your friends yunjin and chaewon.

“yunjin, chaewon” heeseung nodded at your friends.

“lee heeseung” they glared at him.

“come on! both of you knew about it even before” you pleaded.

“doesn’t change the fact that he’ll be stealing you from us now” they rolled their eyes.

“i’m still so confused” ni-ki tried to quicken everyone and get to the point.

“me and y/n are getting married—“

“yeah no shit sherlock” sunghoon cute him off and heeseung glared at him.

“anyway, y/n would you like the explain why?” he turned to you and smiled.

“the uni is giving away free dorms to married couples between 18-25 so—“

“you decided to get married to get a free dorm” jay finished your sentence.

“have you gone mad? heeseung worked his ass to get enough money to get the dorms for the bo— mhhhhmmm!!!” sunoo roamed but jake covered his mouth before he could continue.

“sunoo!!” jake coughed and turned to you with a smile, “don’t mind him he’s been stressed from work and uni lately”

the rest of you giggled awkwardly and tried to ease the atmosphere.

after you yunjin and chaewon left, the boys stayed with heeseung, looking at him with concern.

“what?” heeseung looked at them back with his bambi eyes.

“i don’t know hee, it feels like….she’s kind of using you” sunghoon spoke, jay slapped his arm and he whined.

“he’s right though, marrying you only to get a dorm is quite crazy” jungwon nodded.

“he’s even crazier for actually agreeing to all of this” ni-ki said and jake shushed him.

“ni-ki is right, i am crazy, i have no idea why i said yes but she wasn’t forcing anything on me” heeseung shrugged, “besides, i’ve liked her for so many years so—“

“ah ha!! we knew it!” they all said at the same time and heeseung sighed. what have he got himself into?

after everyone left, heeseung texted you, asking you to meet him in your usual spot.

you got ready and for the first time, you took a while to do so.

you stared at yourself in the mirror a few times and even checked different outfits. this has never happened to you ever before, especially not when you knew that you’re going to see heeseung.

heeseung saw you at your worst, why are you dressing up for him now then?

“i must be crazy, crazy crazy!” you shook away your thoughts and got out to meet your soon-to-be-husband.

“hee!” you saw his back facing you and as soon as he turned around you froze.

did he dress up for you too? why does he look so breathtaking suddenly? his bambi eyes match the rest of his beautiful features on his face so much, you’ve seen this man grow up, you know every detail about his face and you couldn’t explain why it was so sudden that you got caught by surprise because of his beauties.

shaking away your thoughts, you walked closer to him and smiled.

“hey hubby” you grinned.

“hubby?” he asked.

“a new nickname for my soon-to-be-husband” you chuckled and he nodded.

“i actually thought about something,” he turned to you, “our parents will figure it out sooner or later, should we tell them the truth or—“

“no, let them believe we’re getting married without any reason other than being in love”

you have no idea why you just said that. but you hid your face as soon as you realized what just came out of your mouth.

heeseung felt too flattered and suddenly didn’t know what to say. you keep on making him speechless.

“ahem,” he cleared his throat, “you do know that they’ll probably rush out things and even take the wedding plan to their own hands“

i don’t care, i’d like to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you as soon as i can. is what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

“y/n?” he asked. he noticed you were too deep in thoughts and waited for you to come back to sense.

“i’m aware” you nodded, “i’ve also got a text from the uni, we’ll be getting our dorm in the next week, so we should start preparing”

heeseung nodded and looked at you. you were suddenly feeling so nervous and shy to share an eye contact with him, so you broke it as he just kept staring at you and taking in your beauty.

“hey y/n” he said, “hm?”

“i don’t mind marrying you and spending the rest of my life being married to you”

you looked over him and he had the genuinest smile you’ve ever seen.

it felt like the world had froze, and the snow that was falling suddenly stopped, it felt like it was just the two of you in this whole world.

“YOU’RE GETTING WHAT?” your mother yelled.

you and heeseung planned a dinner with both of your parents, to announce the big news.

things became quite awkward between the two of you, ever since your last encounter with him you could barely face him.

his sudden confession freaked you out and the only thing that came out of your mouth was “oh, okay” in the most dry way ever.

you wanted to tell him you feel the same, you wanted to tell him that you’ve been in love with him ever since forever. but one moment that caught you off guard ruined your chance.

you were stupid, stupid and idiot. heeseung probably thinks you hate his guts now.

heeseung in the meantime felt like he was breaking apart slowly. oh, okay?? that’s all you had to answer?

he felt dumb, he felt hopeless. the confession was completely out of the blue and unplanned, your beauty hypnotized him and he was so mesmerized by you that the words just came out of his mouth naturally.

what if you hate his guts now? what if he made you uncomfortable? what if you’ll regret it the last minute because you weren’t feeling the same about him?

all of those questions were eating him alive, and you didn’t help either. each time he came up to you, you were suddenly in rush and told him you have to go, it was breaking him inside slowly.

the dinner was one chance to finally talk with you again.

“married, mom. we’re getting married” you repeat what you already said a few seconds ago.

“when? where? how?” heeseung’s mother asked.

heeseung looked at you and smiled warmly, “it just happened, we’ve been together ever since childhood, it already felt like being in a relationship for so long, so we decided to marry each other” he chuckled and held your hand tightly, “to belong to each other until the day we die”

your parents looked at the both of you. you were sharing eye contact for so long, with heeseung smiling at you, looking deep into your eyes, and with you looking at him with nothing but pure love in your eyes that was making everyone in the room feel so jealous of you two.

“now kiss!” your mother said.

you and heeseung broke the eye contact and blinked a few times.

“what?” you asked.

“kiss then! i want to picture it and keep it in my photo gallery forever!” his mother added.

you were about to speak up until heeseung held your cheek to turn you to face him and it was only a matter of seconds until you felt his lips on yours.

it was your first kiss ever, your first time kissing someone, and it was his as well, but he lead you on so good that it made it look less awkward.

you were his first kiss. you, his childhood friend, stole his first kiss.

“we knew that it’ll happen one day!!” your mothers cheered, “we even have a whole wedding plan ready!!”

you and heeseung broke the kiss and shared an eye contact again.

you didn’t need to hear him say to know how much love he holds for you, and how he cherishes you so much.

and your eyes told him everything, they held the answers to all of the questions that bothered him. you love him as much as he loves you.

“i can’t believe you’re getting married, my little angels” your parents cried altogether which made heeseung let go of his hold on you and grab some tissues to wipe their tears.

“i love that ring by the way! heeseung you did a great job” your mother gave him thumbs up and he chuckled.

if only she knew that it was a ring he bought you in less than 24 hours and even rushed your friends to come with him and help him pick it only because he wanted his whole life to properly propose you.

it was a moving day already and your parents helped you pack every last thing, they even cried through the way, how could their princess leave them so fast?

“you can visit our house anytime!” you tried to comfort them.

“we’ll update you before that, we don’t want to catch you while doing the thing you know” your mother winked and you rolled your eyes, “mom!”

“i see you’re all packed and ready” heeseung came in to check on you.

“she is! take her away already!” your mother complained.

“not before you take this with you!” she went away for a few seconds and came back with a huge wrapped photo frame.

“don’t open it yet!! only when you get into your new house and get everything in place!!” she excitedly hugged the both of you and you nodded.

moving in was quite rough, you had a lot of boxes to unpack and organized, and you and heeseung never felt more awkward after the first kiss you shared.

you’ve barely spoke with each other and your friends were starting to get concerned.

“he told me he doesn’t mind marrying me and spending the rest of his life with me” you pout.

yunjin and chaewon shout and giggled, “girl! he’s more than in love with you!! he’s lovesick!!” they both said.

“what did you answer then?” yunjin asked.

“i told him okay” you smacked your head on the table.

“no way” chaewon gasped.

“yes way” you whined.

“you’re stupid!!” they both smacked you.

“then!!” you shout, “we had our first kiss on dinner in front of our parents” you whispered that part.

“what did you say? couldn’t hear you” chaewon said.

“oh she said that they shared their first kiss on dinner with their— YOU HAD YOUR FIRST KISS WITH HEESEUNG??” yunjin’s eyes widened.

“what happened after that?” chaewon asked curiously.

“we just finished dinner, and now we barely even talk” you sighed, “each time i see him i’m just blushing and running away, i can’t face him!”

“you have to!! you’re moving in soon!!” yunjin argued and chaewon nodded.

“it’ll be the death of me” you sobbed and they chuckled.

you were right at first, but slowly and surely heeseung made a joke and both of you got back to normal in no time, as if nothing happened between you two.

you even helped him organizing his closet and his room, and he did the same.

after a long day you and heeseung finally laid down on your now shared sofa.

“it’s been a rough day” you sighed.

“should we order something?” he suggested and you nodded immediately. you ended up ordering your favorite food.

“let’s open up the picture!!” you said and grabbed the picture your mom gave you earlier today.

you and heeseung both unwrapped it together and revealed an old picture of you and heeseung hugging each other with a huge smile on your faces.

“look at us then and look at us now” he giggled.

both of you hanged the picture right above your sofa and kept staring at it for a while.

“hey hee,” you spoke, “yeah?”

“i wouldn’t mind marrying you and spending the rest of my days with you too” you turned to him, “until the day i die”

“is that your way of telling me you love me too?” heeseung froze for a second. you caught him off guard for the countless time already.

although he understood very clearly your feelings after you shared your first kiss, hearing your words made his heart beat fast.

it was a confirmation for him that all of his feelings for you were actually mutual all this time.

instead of answering his questions you grabbed his shirt and kissed him.

he put his hands around your waist and pushed you closer to him, holding you tightly as if he’s too scared to let you go.

breaking off the kiss was hard, but the lack of oxygen was kicking in, you pressed your foreheads together, still with your eyes closed.

“does that answer your question?” you giggled and you felt him smiling.

“i don’t think so, i need a bit more of it to feel certain” he teased and you tsked.

“i don’t need to be in a relationship with you to feel certain about my feelings and my willingness to marry you, i want to spend my life with you, i love you” you said and pecked his lips.

“i love you too, y/n” he pecked your lips again and it suddenly got into a fight between you two about who pecks the other more, until it ended up in a long, deep kiss.

“so let me get this straight. you and heeseung had been in denial for many many years and manipulated yourself into thinking that you don’t like each other at all at all, then when y/n’s desperate and broke ass heard of a chance to get a free dorm by getting married, she went up to you, heeseung, and asked her to marry you, you agreed to the proposal because at one point you stopped lying to yourself and realized you’re actually lovesick, and the rest is history” ni-ki finally breathed out after almost rapping this whole story.

“by history i mean y/n waking up from her denial and realizing her feelings to you” he added.

“yes, exactly” heeseung nodded and you chuckled.

you were sitting together with your friends on one table, yunjin and chaewon who were already aware of the story added a few notes here and there as ni-ki summarized your whole story.

“this is a story to tell your children” jay smiled and the rest nodded.

“we’re not planning to get pregnant anytime soon, we didn’t even have a wedding yet” you sighed.

“you never know y/n, you never know!” sunoo slowly nodded.

“why did you say that as if you went through something familiar” jungwon teased.

“you never know y/n, you never know!” sunghoon mocked sunoo.

“that was a good one!” jake laughed with him.

“children, literal children who found themselves in uni somehow” you sighed.

“at this point we won’t even need to have any children when we have them” heeseung agreed with you.

“it doesn’t matter, as long as i’m with you” you smiled and pecked his lips.

“get a room you two will you!”

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[heartcereql]

tommy shelby x finn's teacher!reader

when you first read his name on the class list, you freezed, a shiver running down your spine. of course you weren't oblivious as to who the shelbys were or what they did. but he was so young. twelve. you actually had a tiny bit of hope that finn shelby would be different than his brothers were. you were soon proven wrong.

finn and what he called "his boys" soon started doing their business around the school, and, before you knew it, inside the school as well. bringing cigarettes, picking on younger students, terrorizing girls...

you had had enough. it was one thing for adults to get their hands dirty doing whatever businesses. but a kid? hell no. and while you couldn’t do anything about what they did outside school, you could try to correct their behaviour in school.

so that's how you found yourself one grey and cloudy evening in front of the shelbys' door, mustering the courage to knock.

you knocked three times. nothing. as you were about to knock again, you heard the lock and then the door opened, revealing a man with the same ocean eyes as finn.

thomas shelby.

you knew him, naturally, but this was the first time he was so close, let alone about to talk to you.

“good afternoon” you greeted as you tried to ignore the way your chest was tightening.

“afternoon. may i help you?” he asked, hand resting on the doorknob.

“yes, actually. i’m y/n y/l/n. i’m finn’s teacher, and i wanted to discuss certain behaviours of his with you" you explained firmly. “if that’s okay” you added in a mumble.

he just stared at you for an instant. an instant that felt like eternity to you. then he nodded, letting you come into the house.

he led you through the betting house to his office.

he sat on his chair; you took your place on the other side of the desk.

“so” he said, pulling out a cigarette, “is he getting in a lot of trouble, eh?”

you smiled timidly, admiring his sharp features.

"more like he's the one creating the trouble." you watched as tommy lit his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke before resuming. "he and his presumed gang sometimes drink beers or smoke cigarettes, torment some younger kids maybe. mr shelby, i understand that he spends a lot of time at the cut, and that ... um, that..." you were suddenly at a loss of words. you didn't want to say it, but that's how you felt it: he had grown up in a similar environment.

thomas smirked, knowing your thoughts. he knew what your mind instinctively told you. but he didn't feel enraged. quite the opposite, your concern seemed genuine, and you looked like a lovely young woman; even if your thoughts were a bit tainted by the reputation that preceeded him, he knew you meant no harm.

he also took a moment to admire how off place you looked there. your clothes were rose golden, which seemed to accentuate the soft aura that surrounded you. even with the dim lights and the greyish ambience of the office, your skin appeared to glimmer.

"i guess i'm okay with whatever he does outside school, that's what i'm trying to say. but as of late, finn and his boys have been taking their businesses around the school area. and that is of my concern. we can not afford to have children intimidated, girls harassed; hell, if a child were to try substances because of your brother and his friends, and the parents found out, we could be- the school could be sued and-"

"miss y/l/n" tommy interrupted your ramble.

"y/n." you corrected, offering a smile. "please, no one calls me miss y/n/l; it would feel weird"

"i see then. y/n" you tried not to feel butterflies tingling on your stomach as your name rolled off his tongue. he smiled as well, more to himself than to you.

"finn is his own man now" tommy continued. "i will talk to him about this, but i can not guarantee that he will do as he is told. truth is, i don't have much power over him now."

he took another drag of the cigarette, eyes finding yours through the smoke.

"what do you mean? i'm sure there's something you can do"

"not really, much to my displeasure. i assure you, y/n, that i will do what i can to correct finn's behaviour at school. he used to want to be like me, y'know? but now he's... he's him. "

"i don't think that's entirely true. you know, one of the only assignments finn turned in this semester was an essay about the person they admired most. not only finn excelled in the task, handing a beautiful composition, well structured and showing a wide range of vocabulary; but the essay was about you, mr shelby. it professed how he wanted nothing but to be like 'his brother tommy'. he truly looks up to you. he still does, mr shelby. so, i think you will succeed at getting him to change his mind."

now it was tommy who seemed to have run out of words, only inhaling from his cigarette. his eyes studied you meticulously. how your eyes fluttered around the room, unable to settle, refusing to meet his; how you clutched your hands in your lap; how your chest rose and fell as you breathed.

“i’ll give it a try, eh?” he finally spoke.

a smile lit your face.

"wonderful. well, thank you for your time, mr shelby", you showed him your appreciation to him listening to you as you stood up.

"tommy"

"what?" you asked, genuinely confused; you thought you hadn't heard correctly.

"if i am to call you y/n, it is only fair for you to call me tommy. i suppose" he stated. though he refused to look directly at you, a smile was tugging at his lips.

"very well, then. thank you for having me this evening, tommy" you offered a tight-lipped smile.

he just gave you a curt nod, taking another drag of the cigarette. you smoothed some wrinkles on your clothes and, after giving him one last grin, you made your way to the door, ready to leave.

"wait" he uttered, his voice low, as if he was rethinking his decision.

you turned to him, hand resting on the frame of the door.

"would you- maybe, consider going for a drink with me?" he hadn't looked at you as he posed the question; but his gaze locked with yours when he was expecting your answer.

you felt heat creep up your neck and cheeks, praying to whoever was listening that he didn't notice.

"only if you stay true to your word, tommy" you responded before heading out, smiling like a fool when you were finally out of sight.

© heartcereql, 2023 || thank you for reading ! 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪

[rroseselavyyy]

spider to the fly - myg

pairing: yoongi x female reader

warnings: smut

For a young lady known to society as an entitled bitch, your fate seemed to be in the hands of your parents. By nature, you were always so obedient to the unrealistic expectations of your so-called caring parents that it made up for your bratty attitude that came from being the only heir in your family.

And this exactly explained why Min Yoongi was standing across you, with his trademark cocky grin, leaning on your bedroom's doorway.

“How did you manage to sneak in?” You asked with a playful smile on your face. Indeed, you weren’t that surprised. He could just greeted by your mom, climb the stairs like it was his place. He was your dad’s favourite, after all.

“Do I look like I’ve just broke into without your parents’ permission?” You rolled your eyes with a quiet snort. You would always open your window just for him, knowing that he would pay a visit like a creature of the night, ready to devour you.

A beautiful breeze coming through your window lingered ever so slowly over your bare legs while you gulped loudly. You patted the spot next to you on your bed and call out for him sweetly. “Just come here, I feel needy since you entered the room.”

Taking his place next to you, he shook his head in a motion showing his disbelief with a beautiful smile on his face. Once you felt his minty breath lingering on your face just centimetres away, his face clouded with sincere concern. “Dove, what happened?” He tilted your chin in order to find any traces of emotions lingered in your eyes. Without giving a proper answer, you brought your hand to his neck and played softly with his raven hair. “Why did you rush out of my parents’ house? Did they say anything to hurt you?” You couldn’t find courage in you to confront with his burning gaze. Instead you fixed your gaze on your bed and mumbled a soft “no” immediately after you felt tears started to adorn your cheeks like diamonds covered your delicate neck.

“My family never misses a chance to make me feel like I’m some sort of property, especially when I’m around you, and your family. I know, we are supposed to get married, and I appreciate that it’s you. However, just imagine I hadn’t fall in love with you since we met when we were in kindergarten? I want this to happen just because we are in love. I feel like everything slips out of my hand including my dreams of becoming a professor-” You felt out of breath when you were interrupted by a pair of soft lips. It made your head dizzy with the feeling of your mind slipping out of your head to wander around somewhere far away likely to be your dreamland.

There was no denying that everytime he looked into your eyes with his intense gaze, you felt you were burning in a hellfire. His affect on you was that immense. “Maybe my parents should adopt you. My dad likes you just fine.”

You didn’t realize when he made you lay on your back as he was towering over you with leaning on his one strong elbow to prevent crushing his weight over you. “No, Yoongi. I’m not settled for being your step sister.” You whispered with your closed eyes. Your dizzy mind refused to calculate passing minutes as you were enjoying sensations rushed through your veins. “I’m going to be your bride, don't you know that?”

"I'll take you as wife-" His breath hitched when he seemed to speak more to himself. "Just the thought of it makes me feel like I am the ruler of this whole fucking universe." You giggled as you leaned to peck his lips. With Yoongi around you, it was that easy for you to feel the happiest woman in the world even if you felt like you freaked out just seconds ago. He was notorious for being a grumpy cat for a reason, yet he was different with you. Definitely much more caring.

"Tell me Professor Min, would you let me attend your classes as a guest?" He whispered just above your ear as his fingers doing their magic below your prim and proper knee-length skirt, stroking your thighs possessively. "You know, I can be very beneficial for your academic research. Reproduction is something still so mysterious, we could find new evidences if we sacrifice ourselves to the science world."

"My mother wouldn't let me be one." Indeed, it was true. Following your dreams would never be on the silver plate that served for you. The only thing that they expected from you was to wrap this handsome man of yours around your finger. Little did they know was that he was already willing to die for you. "She prefers me to become a pretty little housewife."

"It would be a shame if I can't see you with cute glasses and tight formal skirts. I'd pass your classes with excellent grades-" He trailed his fingers on your covered pussy as he shamelessly spoke to your ear. "I'd be a good pet for my professor."

"What an encouraging husband we have here." You erotically whispered between your wet kisses along a way between his cheek to his jawline. Forgetting your parents' existence downstairs, he couldn't hold back a moan when his nostrils filled with sweet patchouli and rose essence lingering on your freshly shampooed hair.

Not that he cared, he would fight hell to hold you.

"You know I'd do anything to make you happy, my beautiful dove." You brought your thumb to his lips and softly stroke his bottom lip, he didn't lose any second to capture your thumb with his lips, slowly sucked it while his heated gaze fixed on your eyes.

"Then would you let me ride you?"

Without waiting for his response, you flipped him over and switched your positions in a heartbeat. He rested his arms under his head as he was anticipating your next move. You got rid of your panties hastily. Your soon-to-be husband boyfriend gave you a cheeky smile while you try to satiate the frustration between your legs onto his growing member covered by his expensive pants. "So this is the night I'm going to deflower you."

You wrapped your delicate hand around Yoongi's neck as you try to give him as pleasure as you could feel.

"Shut up. Just feel." As your mouth hung open from the immense pleasure you feel, Yoongi groped your waist just to make sure if he was still alive and this feeling he felt was not something he would put blame on his dirty imagination when it came to you. "You're saving it for your husband, huh? I see." When you tried to slap his chest with a growl he immediately got a grip of them and encaged between his large hands. He started to thrust up into you when you both feel you're not going to last.

Your whimpers exchanged between "yoongi" and "faster" right before you both reached your high.

"Feeling better?" He asked when he tried to catch his breathing. You giggled sweetly as you placed your figure right beside his body. "Yes."

[cosmicpearlz]

yours for the time being |3|

summary: what happens when your academic rival of years proposes an offer of fake dating? pure chaos.

pairing: gryffindor!jude bellingham x slytherin!reader

a/n: hi y'all! this was suppose to be up last night but i was tired, so here we are! chapter 3 is where we start getting into more of the drama aspects of the story lol, enjoy :)

it almost felt too good to be true. being in a relationship with jude was comfortable. you guys would go on dates, sit with each other at lunch and even have alone time without others. although it's been a month of dating, it didn't stop you guys from still being competitive about grades. instead of the useless insults that you hurled at one another, it was replaced with light teasing. harry and ron had gotten used to you. they still didn't exactly trust you but there were no more side comments.

saturday mornings were usually spent studying alone in the library. now, jude joins you any chance he gets. the new tradition gave you something to look forward to.

"sorry i'm late baby. practice was running longer than it should've." you pick your head up from your notes, finding jude with his duffle bag and backpack. he kisses your cheek and rounds the table to sit in front of you.

"hi," jude grins.

"hi babe, how was practice?" you sit your pen down to give him your full attention.

"terrible."

"that sucks, why was it so bad?" you slide your hand across the table to hold his. as if it were a natural action, he gladly grips your hand. rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"because i missed you the entire time." you rolled your eyes trying to ignore the cheeky smile jude gave you.

"oh, you're full of shit."

"i'm serious!"

"whatever you say bellingham."

"what are you studying?" jude gestures to your notes with his head. your eyes brighten at the thought of sharing your favorite subject with the boy.

"the notes are for my care of magical creatures' class! it's my favorite subject because the animals are all so sweet and very cute!"

"they let slytherins in that class?" slowly your smile dropped, and your brows furrowed.

"what do you mean by that?"

"i'm just saying that slytherins are enormously known for treating animals and creatures terribly. i mean look at draco's dad! you know how he treats dobby."

"is that what you really think of me? that i would ever treat animals and creatures like that?" you tilted your head at the boy. it was like jude didn't realize how much he was hurting your feelings.

"well yeah. at least i used to, i guess. you're a slytherin," jude shrugged his shoulders. you wiggled your hand from his and go to gather your stuff.

"what's wrong with you?"

"the fact that you don't even realize what you just said baffles me. you're such an asshole."

"babe, i didn't think that-"

"don't call me that and you're right, you didn't think. how could you ever even think something like that? if you pulled your head out of your ass for five seconds, you would know that not all slytherins are cold and ruthless."

"y/n, it's not that serious. i said that i used to think of you like that before i spent time with you." you scoffed, getting up from your seat.

"it's serious to me because you're questioning my character. that was so hurtful and you're not taking the time to understand why that hurts me." jude stands with you, stepping forward towards you. you take a step back.

"so explain it to me!"

"all my life, people have had this negative stereotype that i'm a horrible person, just because of my house. my parents were slytherins and never acted like that, so why would i?"

"i'm so sorry," he goes to reach for you again and you stepped back once more.

"don't follow me."

you left the gryffindor standing there. typically, you were able to brush off what people said about you and your house. but it stung hearing that coming from jude. perhaps it's because you were slowly catching feelings for the boy. you knew you had to get out of there before he seen the tears slip down your face. you bite your lip trying to stop the tears from escaping anymore and head to your house portrait.

you speak the password and walk in with your head down. your friends watched as you came in. noticing the slouched shoulders and small sniffles.

"by merlin's bread, are you crying y/n?" draco being the one to boldly and loudly announce in front of the group.

"no."

"you're sniffling though," pansy points out, eyes soften at the sight of you.

"can you guys just leave me alone?" you maneuver around the common room, heading up to your room.

-

"can anyone tell me what amortentia is?" professor slughorn asks the class. hermione raises her hand happily. "yes, miss?"

"granger. hermione granger."

"yes, miss granger. please explain to the class what amortentia is."

"well, it's the most powerful love potion to ever exist. it smells different to each person. for example, i smell freshly mown grass, new parchment, and spearmint toothpaste."

"very good miss granger. today, we will be brewing our own amortentia and then sharing what we each smell. the ingredients are listed in your book. if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!"

you turn to your book, reading the ingredients that were needed to be used. ever since the conversation with jude on saturday, you felt empty. he tried getting your attention in every class you guys shared. your pride prevented you from talking to him. after all, he did hurt your feelings.

"what do you think you're gonna smell?" jude appears by your side. he leans his head over your shoulder, and it takes every bone in your body to not react. damn him and his overall sweet nature. jude sighs at your silence and walks back to his station.

"are you guys, okay? jude's been miserable and moody lately," hermione whispers with questioning eyes.

"we just had a disagreement."

"y/n."

"hermione."

"what was the disagreement?" you sighed, looking away from your pot and in the girl's eyes.

"he hurt my feelings," you mumbled, quickly looking down.

"he what?"

"he hurt my feelings and i don't want to talk. there, i said it!" hermione nods and doesn't question you any further.

for the rest of the class, you were focused on brewing the potion. keeping yourself and ignoring jude's obvious looks. any chance he could, he would see if he can catch your eyes. he felt horrible and didn't know how to apologize correctly. as if you would give him a chance to.

"okay class, we're going to quickly go around the room and say what you personally smell!"

everyone in class explains what they smell. you were a little nervous because you didn't know what to expect. finally, it was your turn. you take a deep breath and lean over to sniff the pot.

"it's smells woody with spice, as if it's some sort of a cologne. i also smell lots of grass." jude. you smelled jude. the professor moves to the next person, but you could only hear your heartbeat. tuning back in when it's jude's turn, your heart skips a beat once more.

"i smell strawberries, vanilla and parchment paper." your eyes widen upon the revelation. finally meeting the gryffindor's gaze, he sends you a weak smile. could he have smelt you? your strawberry body lotion and vanilla perfume were your everyday staple pieces.

"class is dismissed." you didn't waste another second before rushing out of the room. not waiting for hermione and not waiting for jude to come talk to you either.

-

it was around lunchtime, when the boy found you again. this time, he wasn't taking no or silence for an answer. smelling you in his amortentia was an eye opener. jude already knew that he was falling for you, but this was the knot to finish the bow. he couldn't imagine himself with anyone else but you. jude grabs your arm gently and drags you outside. despite your protests.

"let go of me!"

"relax princess, we're almost at the location." he walks you both to the lake. where he first brought up the offer and what you thought about it.

"talk to me," jude lets go of your arm and looks at you tentatively.

"no."

"i'm not taking no for an answer."

"fine, i think we should break up." the silence is loud and jude's heart begins to beat louder. pounding on his chest, he's render speechless.

"what?"

"we should break up," you looked away and bit your lip. not wanting to meet his gaze anymore. instead, focusing on the open body of water.

"we smelled each other in the amortentia!"

"so what, we're breaking the agreement that we both signed."

"to hell with the agreement! i'm falling for you more than i ever care to admit. you're the only person I think of and-"

"jude, it doesn't matter."

"don't try to invalid my feelings." you rolled your eyes and looked back towards him.

"oh, like you invalided mines?"

"i've tried to apologize to you! and i'll apologize a million times over. you mean too much for me to just let you go."

"it can't be that hard, being that we've only been dating for a month." jude scoffs with the shake of his head. stepping closer, he places both hands on your cheeks, making sure your eyes never leave his. you almost forgot how much his touch sends you into overdrive. silently relishing in the feeling.

"but i've known you for years. we grew up together! hell, do you not understand that it's always been you? you thought that i was just competitive for the fun of it? no, i did it because i like you and i think that i always have." you gasp softly and pull away from him. missing his gentle touch and warmth.

"even more reason to end this."

"you're going to sit here and tell me that you don't have feelings for me too?"

"i didn't say that."

"so why are you fighting me?"

"let it go jude! we don't belong to together. we're different and it'll never work."

"but it has worked. we were together for a month. a month pure bliss," he tries to shuffle closer again, but you take a step back.

"you're a gryffindor and i'm a slytherin. it won't work."

"that's bullshit and i don't care what people think. i never have. you don't see the times that i've defended you behind your back. i only want you!"

"we need to end this now."

"please don't do this."

"goodbye jude," you take this moment to turn your back, walking away from the one person in your life that has ever made your heart skip a beat. you knew jude was your person. instead, choosing to close off to protect your heart. perhaps, it was because he hurt your feelings before, and you didn't want that to happen again. a cruel punishment for a mistake.

two hearts were left broken that evening. one that put their heart on their sleeve and the other that guarded it with tight walls.

[imomisoplays]

Beetroot Risotto

Spooky sul sul, tombler!

This post is the second part of the Halloween party for the Ito family. Borrowing Stella's kitchen, now it's Vienna's time to conjure up some witchcraft with her cooking skill. Also by @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel, tonight Vienna cooks up some beetroot risotto -- human-friendly version can be downloaded here, and a vampire-friendly version, smartly named Red Count's Risotto can be downloaded here. Don't forget to update Custom Food Interactions (its last update is November 25th so make sure you have the latest version) for the recipe to appear in your game.

This recipe is a great way to balance the intake of vitamins and fibers during the festive occasion. If you have @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel's other CCs, you can also use your own rice and red radish on this recipe.

Bibbidi bobbidi boo, let's start with choppity chop the ingredients! I think the first ingredient (radish) is custom-made because I've never seen it before.

So, I don't know how popular Netflix's Culinary Class War is, but I was definitely hooked with the show, especially because my favorite contestant managed stay in the save zone until later in the show, even winning the whole competition later. No spoiler, tho. 😉

Anyway, one contestant, nicknamed Napoli Matfia, is known for his risotto. In Korean, 맛 'mat' means "taste" -- so matfia could be translated to "mafia of taste" or something like that, which I must admit is solid nickname to choose. From his cooking, I learnt a lot about the cooking steps of risotto, which I can explain in the paragraphs below. So now, we go back to the recipe.

First, dry-toast the rice in the pan. The rice is ready if it's hot to touch. Once the rice is hot, add in the broth. Vienna is using vegetable broth because the recipe she's following is vegan, but you can use chicken/beef broth as an alternative. Keep stirring the risotto for about 12 minutes, remove from the heat and wait a minute. Then, we perform what is called mantecare. There is no exact translation for mantecare in English, but it's an important part in cooking risotto. The term indicates a technique of adding fresh, cold butter and grated cheese into the risotto when the cooking process is almost finish, and stirring/tossing it vigorously that it develops creaminess. I mean, I'm not biased or anything, but here's a video of Napoli Matfia doing a mantecare. Totally not biased, nope.

Voilà! The beetroot risotto is ready to serve! Vienna really made sure everyone got their daily intake of fibers with the roasted carrots side dish.

The adults finished decorating the Halloween table right around the same time Frejr and Soleil went home from Trick-and-Treat-ing. It was a festive spread! Brownies, cupcakes, iced lemon teas, horchatas and some beers for the parents.

The first round is for the babies! They're so well-behaved that Nanami felt it was safe to let them sit directly below the party table. The beetroot risotto Vienna made is soft enough for their smol liddol teef to chew.

Osh Cous B'Gosh gathered to dine in front of the party table for the second round. Frejr and Soleil ran off to count their candies right after they finished their venison steak.

Leia is now old enough to sit with the adults on the main dining table. She's extremely thrilled! Stella just rolled her eyes in adoration.

For her husband, Vienna specially made a vampire-friendly Red Count's risotto which features plasma fruits instead of regular vegetable. They also got him a special plasma fruit cupcake so he wouldn't miss out too much on the sweets.

So, with the Halloween party posts finished, we're at the end of my Simblreen posts. Honestly I haven't really played again since the end of October, so updates might be slow. But yea! There are several plans to do in the near future with the Ito family: the grandkids visiting their grandparents on Mt. Komorebi, aging up everyone, Leia entering university... Oof, so much things! But until then, dag dag!

P.S. Detailed cooking process for risotto is taken from this article, this article -- and completely unbiased, this video.

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FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER

Esteban Ocon x childhood bestfriend!reader

Summary: Esteban has been pining over his bestfriend for the longest time. How long will it take her to see that what she's looking for is right in front of her?

The Tortured Drivers' Department series

A/N: And the first person that I'll be crossing off the list is Estie bestie. I think he is probably one of the drivers that gives me the wholesome aura. Let me know what you think or if you wanna be added to the taglist.

Taglist. @tea-bobba @boiohboii @c-losur3 @haikyuen @stelena-klayley @stinkyjax @0710khj @jinimon-tr

Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you. Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to.

02-13-2002

Dear Diary,

Today I met my first ami (ami is friend in french) and he is Esteban something long name Okon. He is so nice to me. He said hi and helped me swing on the swing sets. I hope I meet more ami like Esteban but he is my favoriteeeee!!!

-y/n.

6 years old Esteban was actually running away from class when he stumbled upon a girl swinging alone at the park's swing set. He frowns because he noticed that every kid at the park have someone to play with but she has no one. Esteban was in an internal battle to just leave it alone but he can't help but feel bad for her.

He walked to the girl and he sat next to the empty swing next to her.

Y/N looked at the stranger that just joined her. Her interest was piqued because no one wants to be around her. She blamed it in her inability to speak French so she was hesitant to scare off the potential play mate.

"I'm Esteban, you are new?" Esteban started.

Esteban's english was not perfect especially with a strong French accent but he can hold a good conversation. He can see how the excited grin appeared in her face.

"Y/N! You speak good, can we be friends?" she asked.

She extends her hands to the boy and Esteban shakes it.

"Mon ami"Esteban agrees.

There was a visible confusion in her face. Esteban mentally slaps himself as he forgot that she cannot speak french.

"It mean friends"he added.

"Mon ami Esteban" it rolls right in her tongue.

And although there was a great language barrier, they managed to stay there at the swing sets till it was time to go home for dinner. Their antics and their grand hand gestures helped them communicate with each other.

11-28-2002

Dear Diary,

I told Estie that I will be missing thanksgiving a lot because I don't live in US. His mom and dad cooked, we had our own version of thanksgiving. I'm so grateful to my mon ami, Estie.

-y/n

Usually, Esteban's afterschool routine was drop his bags and leave the house to meet up with his bestfriend, Y/N. They would go sit at the swing set for hours or maybe watch the television at Y/N's house. It was a routine that Mrs. Ocon has been familiar with ever since Y/N came into the picture.

"Maman, can I talk to you about something"

Esteban made a beeline to his mother as soon as he gets home this afternoon.

"Did you have any troubles in school?" Mrs. Ocon wondered.

"Not at all Maman" Esteban answers "I just need help with something Maman about Y/N"

Mrs. Ocon tried to hide the smile in her face as he mutters a soft "oh". Meanwhile, Esteban reached out a piece of paper from his bag.

"Maman I drew this at school, this is a tradition that Y/N misses in America"Esteban explains.

The paper was filled with drawings of stick figures sitting in a table. The table was filled with dishes messily drawn in a muddle of green, brown, and orange.

Mrs. Ocon looks at her son with confusion, she still didn't know what he needs help in.

"What are you trying to say Esteban?"she asked

"This 28 is the thanksgiving dinner and Y/N says that her parents will be busy. She told me its just like a normal dinner but you say thank you for everything you are grateful about"Esteban elaborates "Can we do that Maman and can we invite Y/N to join us"

"That's a wonderful gesture to do for your friend Esteban" Mrs Ocon coos.

Esteban breaks out into a grin with the agreement of his mother.

"But you will be helping me prepare the dishes okay?" Mrs. Ocon added

"Of course Maman, I'll do anything"

Esteban gives his Mother a tight hug. He was extremely grateful because he knows how much Y/N has been missing so many american things lately. He was just scared that she'll leave France and then go back to America then he will never see her again.

On the other hand, Mrs. Ocon can call it mother instincts but she called it from this moment that her son is in love with his bestfriend.

05-17-2005

Dear Diary,

I like reading a lot while my bestfriend Estie loves riding the small karts. I like going to school, Estie doesn't like that. It seems like were different with each other. I'm scared of losing my bestfriend, what should i do?

But I'll support him. I want him to be happy. Thats what bestfriends do.

-y/n

"I wanna be a race car driver"Esteban blurts out one time that they were watching those Formula 1 races on the television.

Y/N started laughing because she thought it was a joke but when she looked at him, his eyes were looking at the race cars with so much determination.

"Wait, you are serious?"

"Can't you picture me driving those cars? It's like being wind woosh" Esteban mimicked the movement of the cars.

"But its like dangerous, you could crash" Y/N argues.

They have seen some serious crashes in the times that they watched F1. Y/N couldn't forget that dogpile crash in Monaco just a few weeks ago, her heart nearly stopped when the car hits a marshal cleaning up debris.

"Then I'm going to train to be a good driver so I don't crash" Esteban confidently states.

"But what about school?"Y/N asked "You're not seriously leaving me there"

"Woah, I said I wanna be a race car driver"Esteban clarifies "I didn't say anything about leaving you. You are mon ami"

"But school Estie?"Y/N repeats

Both of them knows that Esteban never found a knack for the academics, his favorite class was physical education. As much as Y/N tries to encourage him to study, he didn't like to do that a lot. Esteban always said that the braincells of Y/N will be enough for them to share and to get through life.

"I really wanna be a race car driver"Esteban insisted.

Y/N knew Esteban very well that if he sets his mind to it then he is bound to do it. There is nothing else she can do but support it.

"Esteban Ocon, a grand prix winner" Y/N shows her encouragement "I could picture it the crowd goes roar and you step onto those podiums holding those big trophies"

Esteban grins at her enthusiasm.

"And then I could take you with me to watch them when you finish school"Esteban added "We could travel the world together when I become a driver"

"Esteban wait so if you do become a race driver then maybe I can meet Kimi"Y/N wondered.

"Wow you only want me to go to F1 for Kimi huh"

"Well its a good opportunity to meet the man, the myth, the legend"

06-16-2006

Dear Diary,

I'm just really really sad today. Estie will be moving far away from here. Maybe I only get to see him on the weekends. I'll miss my bestfriend, mon ami

-y/n

They were at the swing sets when Esteban broke the news that he was accepted to compete for karting competitions. Y/N was immediately ecstatic to hear this but there was a frown gracing Esteban's face.

"You just told me that you are gonna compete for go karting but why do you look so sad" Y/N inquires "Isn't this like the first step in being an F1 driver?"

It is but Esteban hadn't predicted how costly this whole thing will be and how sacrifices have to be made in order to reach his dreams.

"We have to leave the house"Esteban breaks the news.

"Leave?"Y/N was confused "I mean don't you really have to leave the house to go to the go karting place..but you'll come back right?"

He shakes his head and Y/N could feel the reason for the sad looks on his face. Her heart feels like cracking especially when Esteban starts to speak again.

"They sold the house to get me a kart" Esteban's voice was filled with so much sadness "They knew it was my dream and the whole family sees a lot of potential that I can do it. I just feel terrible that they have to make sacrifices to make my dreams come true"

They were merely ten years old but it was a lot of burden to carry and to understand. Y/N is at loss for words but she just grabbed Esteban's hands.

"Then you have to give your all and be the best race driver ever okay?"Y/N reminded him

Esteban looked at Y/N and there were stray tears leaving her eyes but she has a brave face on and an encouraging smile. He was lucky to have a family that believes in him and he was even more luckier because he gets to have another supporter in the form of his bestfriend.

"You make a lot of money so you can buy your home again and you can treat your parents out"Y/N says "You have to do well okay, we all believe in you Estie"

And its these words that kept repeating on Esteban's mind whenever he is on track.

11-23-2012

Dear Diary,

It's my birthday today. Did you believe that Estie waited till it turned midnight here in France just to call me. My bestfriend be setting up the standards for everyone. I got a cake in the morning from my classmates and then we went to have dinner. Sixteen, im getting old now.

-y/n

Esteban and Y/N had a tradition since they were kids that they will wait for each other's birthday because they wanted to be the first person to greet each other.

The minute that the clock strikes 12, Y/N's phone starts vibrating. She had a grin on her face upon seeing the name on the caller ID.

"Well hello there Mr. Lightning McQueen"Y/N greeted.

"Happiest birthday to my sweetest mon ami"Esteban cheered on the other line "You know that I wish you all the best things in life and all of happiness that life has to offer"

"I'm surprised you had time to call, don't you have to wake up early later for your race?" Y/N questioned.

It was true, they don't get to talk as much whenever Esteban was in a competition season. Y/N doesn't mind it that much because Esteban will message whenever he can.

"I wouldn't miss my favorite person's day" Esteban answers.

His remarks made Y/N blush. It was a good thing that this is just a phone call conversation or she had some explaining to do.

"That makes me miss you way way more Estie"Y/N sighs "I hope I can see you again"

"Is that your birthday wish?" Esteban jokes

"My birthday wish is an F1 seat for you" Y/N declares.

"Hey, stop wishing about me. It's your day wish for YOUR day" Esteban argues.

"Then I wish for my bestfriend to get an F1 seat so I can meet Kimi"Y/N rephrases.

They spent a good time talking to each other. Y/N updates Esteban about those girls in her class that she wants to be friends with and how difficult physics assignments are. Esteban mentions about the trainings and the different race drivers that he met on track.

Esteban knows that he might probably regret staying up late but everything always seems worth it when it comes to Y/N.

"Well its really nice catching up to you but school starts at 7 tomorrow"Y/N yawns a bit "You must be pretty tired as well with all the training"

"Don't you worry about me here, I'm doing okay"

"You are the best Estie" Y/N said "Goodnight estie, love you"

Love. That's the word that Esteban has been pondering about a lot lately. It was that stage of life that people are getting girlfriends and boyfriends because they love that person. The only person that Esteban thinks he can love and be in a relationship with is Y/N.

First he thought, maybe its because Y/N's a close friends. Many people get the lines blurred between friendship and relationship. However, Esteban is beginning to realize that he likes Y/N more than a friend.

But, Esteban was scared of scaring her off or losing her so he settles with this.

"Good night Y/N, love you more"

01-01-2017

Dear Diary,

So Esteban and I went to our first party because Esteban finally had a permanent team for the upcoming 2017 season. We had a few drinks to celebrate and I met a boy. His name is Vincent. I think we hit it off pretty well.

-y/n

Esteban has this all night planned with him announcing that he is getting a permanent seat in Formula 1 to inviting her to the races to confessing his feelings and then hopefully get a New Year Eve's kiss.

However, here he is in the bathroom chickening out with his plans.

"C'mon Esteban, you can do this" he preps himself.

In his mind, he had everything written and prepared. He will start talking about the childhood how he was so glad to meet her and to her being the number 1 fan since day 1. Then he will move to his realizations and such when he was moving up to F1.

"Just say what you feel and be true. It's gonna work out"Esteban tells his reflection to the mirror.

With one spray of water to the face, Esteban exits the bathroom to find Y/N in the sea of crowd.

He searches for her and he was glad to see that she was still at the same place where he left her. However, his face scrunches up because there was another guy around her.

"Estieee!"Y/N calls out "I want you to meet Vincent, he is my new friend"

Esteban eyes the man because he didn't even look at him. Vincent's eyes were only looking at Y/N's and Esteban could feel his heart drop. He knows that look all too well because that is how he looks at her.

There goes his chance.

12-25-2017

Dear Diary,

This is my first christmas with Vincent as my boyfriend. Were still getting used with the presents thing and I think I overwhelmed him a bit. But I think that its going well, Mom loves Vincent. Dad and Esteban doesn't seem to think that Vincent is good for me.

-y/n

"Okay, time to open christmas presents!" Y/N excitedly announce.

Everyone gathers at the Christmas tree. It was a yearly tradition in the household that after lunch they go one-by-one in opening the gifts. Y/N always loved presents so she would always go first.

"Merry Christmas darling"Vincent says as he gives his present.

Esteban manages to keep his expression straight but he would have gagged if he could. He was filled with so much jealousy that he could have been in that position right now if he didn't chicken out.

Also, there was something so irritating and wrong about Vincent. He just don't have any proof about it. Mr. Y/L/N has a similar theory which he discussed with Esteban when they were in the garage earlier.

Y/N opens the box and she saw a gold chain with the letter V. It was a very beautiful necklace and it seems expensive as well. She musters up a smile as she thanks her boyfriend.

"This is beautiful Vincent" Y/N admires as she takes it off the box.

"I know."Vincent agrees "When I saw it in the store, I immediately thought of you"

The thoughts were sweet but Esteban couldn't help himself.

"Mate"Esteban calls "Y/N doesn't wear gold"

It was the truth that Y/N never wore any gold jewelry but since it was a gift, she was putting on a smile. Esteban knows that Y/N is just being appreciative to be respectful. Frankly, he was a bit pissed off that Vincent didn't even pay attention to that simple details of Y/N.

"Oh, I didn't know that"Vincent sheepishly grins "I didn't notice that, maybe I should take it b-"

"No, no. I'll wear it, its the thought that counts"Y/N settles.

"Next year, I'll get you a better gift" Vincent assures.

Mr. Y/L/N and Esteban could only share an eye roll, they really hope that they don't get to see Vincent next year around.

06-26-2018

Dear Diary,

Today is emotionally draining and I find it hard to sleep with a lots of thoughts in my head. It feels really different to see Estie in an F1 car. I simply can't believe it that he went to watching race cars to driving one. It sucks about whats about to happen but I am so proud of my bestfriend, mon ami Estie. I will always be proud of him no matter what.

-y/n

One of the worst things that could probably happen is to not finish a race but the feeling intensifies when it happened on your home race. Esteban wanted to kick himself for his misfortune. He didn't even get a lap in when Gasly collided him thus ending their races.

"Stupid" Esteban repeats the video all over again.

The door gently opens and Esteban would have shouted to leave him alone but Y/N peeked out of the door. It was like instant moment of peace for Esteban then its back to feeling like a failure because he suddenly remembered that everyone he loves have watched him DNF live.

"Estie, they told me you were here"Y/N greeted "You wanna talk?"

"I rather not" Esteban quickly answered.

"Hey, its just one bad weekend Estie"Y/N sits next to him.

"This is that one weekend that should have been a good weekend. Everyone is watching me and I didn't even start a lap before getting fucked"

The crack in Esteban's voice signifies that it was extremely heartbreaking for him to have this performance for his home race. Y/N could only tap his shoulder for comfort.

"Estie, you will have a lot of weekends ahead of you and you still have a lot more weekends that we will be watching. Don't be too hard on yourself" Y/N comforts "You can bounce back like you always do"

"You believe in me way too much"

"You already came a long way Estie. From sitting and watching them race every Sunday to actually driving a car. You should be proud of yourself" Y/N reminds.

There was something else painful in Esteban's heart. The recent issues regarding the team doesn't guarantee him for a seat in the coming year. It was another reason why he felt so down with what happened.

"Would you still be proud of me even if I don't have an F1 seat?" Esteban asked.

"What? What happened Estie?" Y/N was shocked.

"I might not have a team to drive for next year. I don't know if anyone is going to pick me with my DNFs and everything, I'm not a good candidate"

Esteban sheds the tears he has been trying to hide. He knew that this was a safe place to talk to Y/N. Everything just felt so heavy.

"Oh my god Estie, I'm sorry"Y/N consoles her bestfriend.

The two bestfriend knew how much this Formula 1 seat meant. It was a lot of struggles and sacrifice to reach this moment. One moment they were just kids going on karting season and now Esteban was getting his F1 seat. Now its being taken away, its like waking up from a good dream.

Y/N brushes away her tears and started to pace as if devising a plan.

"Don't you dare think that just because you are not getting a team next year is that you are a bad driver. You are a great driver okay,remember that." Y/N encourages "Take the year off. Improve your skills, get better then make a comeback"

If Y/N believes that he can make a comeback then Esteban believes that as well.

02-03-2019

Dear Diary,

I had a fight with Vincent. He told me that I am spending too much time with Esteban. He wanted me to stay away from Estie like who is he to tell me what to do.

I told him to be more patient with Estie because he really needs support right now. I hate how stupid and irrational Vincent is.

-y/n

Esteban was just picking up one of his cousin at the club when he saw a familiar figure at the alley. He just wanted to say hi to Vincent but when he noticed that he was holding hands with a girl, who is definitely not Y/N, Esteban started to follow.

He watched as how Vincent pulled the girl into a kiss and all Esteban could see was red.

"OHMYGOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"The girl shouts.

Esteban lands a solid punch. He doesn't care if Vincent is drunk or whatever but he should never cheat especially on a woman as amazing as Y/N.

"I tried to give you a chance, you fucking ruined it"Esteban lands another punch at Vincent.

"What the fuck man, get off!"Vincent screams.

The fact that Esteban was willing to let go and watch Y/N be happy with Vincent. He was willing to do that because Vincent makes Y/N happy but seeing this. Its not gonna happen anymore.

Two bouncers of the club broke them off. The girl immediately tended to the beaten up Vincent, Esteban dust himself off as he sets out a threat.

"You better come clean and tell her the truth or else I fucking will" Esteban warns.

"FUCK YOU MAN" Vincent shouts back "I know you like her! I know you are just waiting for an opportunity to ruin us"

"I'm not the one who ruined the fucking relationship Vincent, it was you who fucking cheated on Y/N"

Esteban was seething as he returned to the car. His mind thumbs to call Y/N but he knows that it will break Y/N's heart terribly if he tells her the truth.

09-28-2019

Dear Diary,

I hate this feeling of being ina fight with Esteban. He said some things that aren't true and I said some things that must have hurt him a lot. I don't think we will be okay any time soon. I just wish I could have turned back time to talk about the whole thing more carefully.

-y/n

There are not many things that Esteban and Y/N disagrees with each other. It was quite rare to see them fight each other because they fit perfectly just like that. Usually, their fights are just simple misunderstandings and harmless that they will make up in a day or so.

This time its different.

Everything started when Y/N explained that she'll be moving to Vincent's apartment, something that triggered Esteban greatly. It was apparent that Y/N had no idea of what happened at the club so Esteban told the whole truth.

Y/N is in complete denial and called Esteban a liar. So here they are with their raised tones.

"If you are my fucking friend then you would have told me the minute you saw it" Y/N explained "Why didn't you fucking call"

"I was protecting you. I know it would hurt you to know the truth and I told Vincent that he has to be the one to come clean" Esteban fights back.

"Protecting me with a grand lie?"

"I thought you don't fucking believe me that Vincent is cheating" Esteban frustrated with the argument.

"I don't know who to fucking believe because you would have told me right away if its real" Y/N cried.

The emotions were all too high, they were a ticking time bomb ready to explode. Esteban could not hide the disappointment in his face that Y/N didn't believe him.

"You don't trust me" Esteban realized.

"No Esteban, its not like-"

"Then what is it like?" Esteban asked "It seems as if you totally forgot that it was me who you could always trust no matter what. You forgot that I was your bestfriend since the beginning that was always there."

Y/N didn't want to get all the blame so she strikes back again even though tears were threatening to fall.

"You know its very fucking ironic that you say that" Y/N's words were like bullets "You didn't fucking trust me to believe you either that's why you didn't call"

Esteban was speechless and then he shakes his head.

"Where are you going?"Y/N chases after.

"I'm going home, away from you"

"Fine. Don't fucking come back" Y/N slams the door.

There were a lot of things said and done. They both don't know how they regretted everything.

03-29-2020

Dear Diary,

This whole lockdown is a little bit fucked. I was cleaning up some files in my computer and I saw a photo of me and Estie. I wonder if he is still mad at me and I wonder how he is doing with lockdowns. I wanted to reach out to him but I can't help but think back how much I must have hurt him before.

Vincent is a bit stressed with the whole lockdown situation. He gets frustrated easily especially with the new work set-up. I'm sure he will get better at handling his emotions, I just have to understand this for the moment.

-y/n

Esteban was scrolling through his instagram feed. He had nothing much to do since the lockdown kept everyone inside their homes. There was this feeling of uncertainty when can they race again but Esteban could only hope that they can race again even by May or June.

His hands stopped when he saw the newest instagram post of Y/N. It was a photo of her cooking a dish and the next set of photos showcases more of her lockdown diaries.

There was a bitter smile gracing on Esteban's face when he saw the photo of Vincent. It seems as if Vincent hasn't told the truth yet or maybe he lied to Y/N that's why they are still together. Esteban feels like he could punch the guy if he ever sees him again.

Not a day goes by that he regrets that fight he had with Y/N. It was just utterly pointless that it happened and he misses her. He hopes that she is okay and maybe after this whole lockdown is over then he'll go and find her again.

With heavy sighs, he scrolls past the post without liking it.

08-01-2021

Dear Diary,

Esteban is a grand prix winner. I'm really so proud of him, I shed some tears when he reach the final lap. I don't know if its the emotions or the adrenaline but I also messaged him and I was surprised that he answered. It seems like this is a start of a good thing.

-y/n

There were no words to describe how amazing the feeling was to be on top of the podium. Esteban could only imagine that feeling before but now he is living it. Everything felt like a wild dream because when he started the race he didn't even know that he will end up being a race winner after.

Collapsing to his bed, he finally opens his phone and it was immediately buzzing with so many messages. There was one message conversation that catches his attention

Y/N: Hi Esteban! I hope this is still your number. I watched the race today and I'm really so proud of you. I want to waive a white flag because this is everything that you have dreamed of all these years. There are no words to describe how proud I am of you. You have come a long way from that kid by the swing set. You will always have my support (even if we have a cold war). Y/N: I'm also sorry. I said some things that was really not good for me to say. I'm sorry I'm doing this over a text and I'm sorry that it took me this long. Y/N: I hope you are okay. You better drink up some champagne, you deserve it Grand Prix Winner.

There was this warmth that seems to envelope him as he reads the messages. It feels nice to know that she stills supports him even though they are not talking.

Esteban catches himself smiling through his phone screen confirming that his feelings for her still exist.

"Oh fuck it, this feeling never goes away doesn't it"

01-02-2022

Dear Diary,

Vincent proposed to me today in front of a crowd today. Mentally I wanted to say no because I don't think that I am ready for it or maybe its just the fact that I'm not sure that Vincent is ready for it. I just said yes because there was a large group of people. I felt like I was put on the spot and I didn't like it.

Maybe, its just the nerves.

-y/n

Mrs. Ocon had been keeping tabs with Mrs. Y/L/N even when the two had stopped talking to each other. They often update with each others lives when they get their nails done. Today, Mrs. Ocon couldn't believe the news shared to her so she hurried downstairs to find Esteban.

"Is it true Esteban?" Mrs. Ocon asked

"What's true maman?"

Esteban has just finished doing simulations so he have not been with his phone for quite some time. His mother immediately shoved her phone to his hand. Esteban squints as she watched the video of someone getting proposed at the Eiffel Tower.

"Maman, I'm not getting married anytime soon"Esteban jokes.

He has been pestered multiple times about getting married or getting a girlfriend but Esteban didn't want any of those. Nothing could compare to Y/N so he would rather not date anyone else.

"Just look more closely"Mrs Ocon insisted.

Scrunching up his nose, Esteban finally noticed the familiar faces of the couple. And it feels like a deja vu from his experience so many years ago when he almost confessed for New Years Eve.

Only this time, the pain has been magnified.

"That's good for Y/N, I'm.."Esteban holds his breath "happy for her"

"Honey...It's okay to not feel happy.."

Mrs Ocon has been one of the witness of everything and she knows how much her son loves Y/N. She extended a hug and soon the tall French man just let all his tears fall.

01-09-2023

Dear Diary,

I called it off, Vincent cheated on me and there was another girl on the side. He got her pregnant. I felt so stupid because I have been ignoring so many red flags all these years, I should have known better. I don't know what to fucking do, I hate him so much.

"What the fuck is wrong with me"

Y/N was a mess and anyone else who have been confronted with the reality that they have been in a fucked up relationship for so long will be a complete mess.

"There is nothing wrong with you Y/N" Esteban repeated "It was not your fault that he cheated"

"I was so stupid Estie, I wasted so many years for him"

This has been an ongoing process for a while now. Its been a good two weeks since they broke up but Y/N was still stuck in a period of asking questions and crying.

"I want my fucking life back and I can't get it back"Y/N laments.

Esteban doesn't know what he could do to help but he just became the shoulder that she can lean on. It was a good thing that there weren't much to do yet, he can still be with Y/N for a while.

"You know on the brighter side of life, you are still lucky that you didn't marry him" Esteban suggested "Like imagine all the divorce and process you have to go through if you did marry him"

"I might have ugly children if I married Vincent" Y/N scoffs.

"He is not your problem anymore Y/N, just ignore him"Esteban encourages.

Y/N lets out a frustrated cry as she messes up her hair again.

"I can't just fucking ignore him. He have been with me for a good period of my life and people just expect me to move on and go on with my life. I lost so many things about myself that I don't even trust myself after him"

Tears started falling from her eyes. She wipes them up as Esteban guided her to a chair.

"I'm sorry Y/N, here lets take a seat and I'll get you water" Esteban said before leaving to go to the kitchen.

There was something so nice to have Esteban around. Even if she shouts or screams like that, Esteban is still patient and kind with her. He was not rushing her to move past what she feels, he allows her to speak.

"You know, I can survive on my own" Y/N mutters.

"I know"Esteban agrees as he handed her the water "But I wanted to be here for you. You have always been there for me when I'm at my lowest of lows, I wanna be there for you now"

It was rare to see Y/N's smiles nowadays but with Esteban saying stuffs like that, she can't help but smile. She was very grateful to have Esteban around. She didn't know how she could survive without Esteban's help.

"Thanks estie

02-18-2023

Dear Diary,

Is it too soon to open up my heart again? I really want to try but I am scared. Maybe this is what happens when you've been in a shitty relationship for so long.

I also know that I dont wanna mess up things. If I do mess up things, I'm not going to just miss someone but I'll miss that boy I met at the swingset.

Maybe this year can do me good.

-y/n

"Esteban for a driver, you are pretty slow driving normal cars"Y/N teased.

"I have to be careful, accidents always happen and I don't wanna injure you before a flight" Esteban argues.

Esteban unloads all their bags. The two of them are going abroad however they are going to different countries. Y/N is going back to her old American home and she might be there for a while. On the other hand, Esteban is going to Bahrain for the pre-testing.

"You sure you have everything?" Esteban asked "Passports? Tickets? chargers?"

"Hey Mr. I forgot my passport, dont lecture me about forgetting things"Y/N smirked.

"Just double check and don't be like me then"

For onlookers they look like a couple about to travel together. How Esteban wishes that was the case but they are just a couple of bestfriends.

"Gonna miss you mon ami"Y/N hugs Esteban "I think I see my gate over there, call me okay"

"Of course I will"Esteban assures.

Y/N was already walking a decent few meters away when Esteban started to debate if he should tell her now. It seems spontaneous but this is a now or never situation.

"Wait up Y/N!"

"Did you forget something?"she teased

She turned her head and found Esteban catching up to her. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and Y/N could tell that Esteban was a bit nervous about something.

"Actually there is something I wanna tell you" Esteban starts.

"Oh what about it?"

She tilts her head in curiosity as Esteban takes in a large deep breath.

"I never forgot my passport. I was just using it as an excuse so I can spend more time with you. I didn't wanna go away from you because I miss you and I love you"Esteban declares.

"Aww Estie, you know I love you too-"

"No, Y/N its not that kind of love"Esteban clarifies "I love you as in I love you in a non-platonic way. I love you in a way that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you in a way that I'll do everything so that I'm always coming home to you"

There was silence between the two of them. Esteban was looking for any signs of disgust or rejection in Y/N's eyes but so far those emotions doesn't seem to appear. He feels brave enough to continue further.

"Look, I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend. I know you need time to heal from whatever happened to you. I won't rush you. I have waited since were little kids, this is nothing compared to that. Allow yourself to heal and be yourself. Explore the world. Then if you want me, I'm just here waiting for you"

Esteban's word was filled with so much love and adoration. It was the respect that Y/N needed for having suffer a bad relationship. How could she be so blind not to see what's in front of her all along.

Y/N leans to hug him.

"I won't answer this for now, wait for me to be healed okay?"she whispers.

"Of course Y/N, always waiting for you."

05-01-2024

Dear Diary,

Almost a year and so since my last entry.

I have visited a lot of places to find myself and to heal myself. It was a beautiful journey going to foreign places and trying new things. Actually gave me a new perspective in life that makes me confidently say that I am healed. Some things take a lot of time before we tend to appreciate it.

I have someone waiting for me for almost 22 years already. I'm finally going home to him.

-y/n

[nyaagolor]

SV Rivals Headcanons

I did it for team star so this feels only fair. Under the cut bc it's long

Arven:

He baby-talks to his pokemon but especially Mabosstiff. If anyone sees him doing it he will probably melt from embarrassment but it's Fine. He loves cooing at Mabosstiff and squishing its face and kissing its nose while making silly faces. "Who's a good boy" energy

He has dyslexia and is just so so so bad at traditional schoolwork. With all the work he missed he's failing all his classes, but is not really willing to ask for help because everyone knows how smart his parents are. That makes it hard for him because he thinks asking for help means disappointing them. This is especially bad with Clavell, since he's the one who talks about Sada and Turo the most (if Clavell realized this he would freak out tho, he cares about Arven a lot)

(points) inferiority complex. He's so used to being around overachievers that he's overly aware of his "shortcomings" and sees anything less than exceptional as a failure. Being compared to his parents all the time certainly doesn't help. He never gives himself credit for the things he's good at, and beats himself up too much over his mistakes. Boys who have low self-esteem to me

Related to the above points but oh man he NEVER admits when he's struggling. The cocktail of abandonment issues and low self-esteem means he feels the need to "prove himself" by never having visible issues and always working through things alone. He would rather die than cry in front of his friends. Luckily for him, everyone in Team Star is an expert at seeing through emotional facades and catches onto that pretty early so he has a support system that teases out all that buried nonsense and helps him work through it

You know those people who make food and share it with their dog? That's Arven. Mabosstiff is allowed to eat off Arven's plate whenever it wants, Arven spoils that dog rotten. They're rolling out of the Starbucks with a caramel frappe and a pup cup living their best life. Arven also bakes Mabosstiff a birthday cake every year, which is ironic because he doesn't make himself a birthday cake. Anything for Mabosstiff

I know canonically the 'raidon attacked wild pokemon but in my heart it attacked Arven, giving him a scar on his eye that he covers with his bangs. The reason the professor booked it to Area Zero without Arven is less because of the "oh they saw the 'raidon" part and more because 1. It hurt their son and they want to protect him and 2. If the League found out the professor was illegally keeping a mysterious pokemon who permanently scarred a child, they would definitely try and take it away which the professor is terrified of. They didn't explain this to Arven, however, who simply thought the professor abandoned him because they cared about the 'raidon more

Arven is very bulky and very strong. He can bench press more than anyone thinks, and is usually the guy to call if you need help lifting / carrying something. Despite his ability to snap your spine like a toothpick, however, she would much rather use his hands to help and not hurt. Boy who is so so sensitive and sweet

He loves to make cute little shapes with his food and has become absolutely enamored with the idea of bento boxes. Bunny shaped apple slices? Heart sandwiches? Sign him UP. His friends are more than happy to eat all the leftovers and scraps from his culinary experiments, so it's a win win for everyone

None of his pokemon are actually in pokeballs except for Mabosstiff, they're just free roaming. He'll call them when he needs them and they might stay in their balls for a short time, but overall they're more like work partners than pets like Penny's veevees. He managed to win all of them over with food, they just showed up at his picnics and followed him around. It's a good partnership, since Arven doesn't consider himself a traditional pokemon trainer anyway

He doesn't own any social media and is convinced all of Penny's terminally online speak is her trying to hex him. He's very content with this lifestyle and has no desire to learn anything about the web anytime soon. The benefit of this is that he hasn't seen most memes and subsequently finds them to be absolute goddamn riots. The "quieres" meme with a Maschiff was all he would talk about for days because he found it that funny

Nemona:

She is on the edge of her seat waiting for someone to send the "would you still love me if I were an Orthworm" meme to her. She figured out what her friends' natures would be based on their personalities and has a dozen page document detailing their new wormy battle strategy that she cannot wait to share

According to her, the reason she can't hit anything she's aiming for with a pokeball is because her family is descended from the King of Paldea. Because of that, they're subject to a multi-generational wizard curse where their arrows (and subsequently pokeballs) are destined to never hit their targets. No one can figure out if she's joking or not

I'm far from the first person to think this but this girl is autistic. Battling special interest, can't read the room, no volume control, relates everything to her special interest to understand it better, extremely bad at interpreting body language, fixates on tasks really easily, very often goes past her and others' limits without realizing, trouble relating to others, etc etc. Because of her obliviousness in social situations she often ends up being over-friendly to strangers and coming off far too strong, which scares people off

Genuinely, unironically does not realize her parents dropping her off with house staff and never seeing her is supposed to be a bad thing. Her friends are mortified to find out that her parents didn't show up to the League Ceremony when she became the youngest ever champion ranked trainer, but she's unbothered by it. Overall she's less sensitive to being ignored or forgotten or left by herself than any of her friends; she can vibe with solitude

She has a chronic illness. I have not thought too hard about which one but one of them, prolly related to nerve damage of some kind hence the arm brace. It leads to easy fatigue and some dull pain in her arm and shoulder, but the school doesn't know about it because she keeps conveniently forgetting to bring in the paperwork to Miriam. Dendra has her suspicions though

Ngl she gives school mascot energy. She's super energetic, genuinely loves the academy, and is hella tall which is basically a requirement for being the mascot. If she doesn't have the stamina for competitive sports she sure as hell is gonna cheer them on. Cue her rolling up to the bleachers in the most terrifying Pawmi fursuit you've ever seen in your life

Nemona is very very bad at having frank and straightforward emotional conversations but is absolutely SUPREME at cheering people up. Distraction queen. She isn't going to be able to address and solve your problems, but she can turn any bad day into a good one with some ice cream, a smile, and a positive attitude

Nemona doesn't know this but Arven doesn't like her (dw they get better). They used to be neighbors and would hang out as kids. At the time, Nemona wanted to be a pokemon professor-- she was chronically ill / fatigued so her parents encouraged her to talk to the Professor who lived in the lighthouse and maybe become a professor herself. Loving pokemon and being naturally curious, Nemona would talk their ear off for hours, but Arven just saw that as encroaching on the professor's super limited off-work time. He was pretty bitter that this other girl was getting more attention from his own parent than he was, not that Nemona ever realized that. But when the professor got the 'raidon, they became more reclusive, and Arven simply starting ignoring Nemona when she would knock on the door. It took a while, but she eventually got the hint, assuming they had moved or something and simply forgot to say goodbye. Arven is still mad about it all and finds Nemona obnoxious and overbearing, but she still thinks of him as a fond childhood friend, being none the wiser to his distaste for her. Eventually they get better

Her Pawmi / Pawmot was originally a therapy pokemon, intended to loosen any muscle spasms and help with the nerve-related pain in her arm. He's the pokemon she had the longest, but she didn't bother to train him for battle until recently

She's really bad at remembering people's faces, so she acts really friendly to everyone she sees to save herself the awkwardness of treating an acquaintance like a stranger. She also genuinely loves meeting new people and pokemon, so it's not really an act

Penny:

Penny doesn't really have a strong Galarian accent until she's yelling. She sounds like a native Paldean and then gets pissed and hits you with an "OI MATE" with enough psychic damage to kill a man

Her favorite ice cream flavor is "eeveelution sorbet" which is this giant rainbow mashup of flavor. It's lemon for jolteon, lime for leafeon, peach for sylveon, blue raspberry for vaporeon, orange for flareon, vanilla for glaceon, blackberry for umbreon and grape for espeon. Arven feels personally offended by its existence because "it's an insult to good cooking" and tastes like preservatives

In Paldea, "jelly" refers to the fruit spead, but in Galar, "jam" is the fruit spread and "jelly" is gelatin. Penny has been hearing Arven talk about "peanut butter and jelly" for ages now and is dead convinced that Paldeans just have shit taste. No one is aware of this miscommunication and just thinks that Penny hates fruit

Penny hacked the future paradox pokemon. She jailbroke Miraidon and can play compressed midi files on it and change the color of its lights. Future pokemon use super compressed files because things are better in the future and they don't need as much space, so Penny is currently working on getting past that limitation so she can play Doom on the thing

Good luck getting her to show up for class. She'll come and take tests, but god forbid it's a class that cold calls? She will literally never show up. Girl whose participation grades are Zero. Clavell does talk to her and authorize her to have Sylveon out of its ball in class because it's certified as a therapy pokemon, so its usually napping under her desk to help her cope with the anxiety of Being In A Classroom

Penny managed to convince Arven that blue raspberry is a real, albeit rare, Galarian fruit. He actually fell for it before Saguaro explained that she was lying to him. He still hasn't forgiven her for this

This woman vapes u cannot convince me otherwise. She has an eevee-shaped pen and always smells like watermelon. Luckily for her, miss student council president actually paid attention to those D.A.R.E lectures and read her the riot act when she realized what was going on, so she's being forced to quit and is a little bit grumpy about it. Giacomo is likewise disappointed in Penny's choices and has suggested she just switch to weed instead. Penny thinks this is a much more suitable compromise

Her eevee backpack is endless. Penny has pulled out snacks, flashdrives, a first-aid kit, a CD player, a toothbrush, Veevee treats, a cat-ear headband, and a taser from that thing within an hour. Anything you might need is probably inside whether or not it should reasonably fit. Hammerspace type beat

Geeta somewhat regrets hiring her. She does good work and the rest of the staff loves her, but she's also far less willing to put up with office bureaucracy things than any of the other staff and it's gonna give Geeta a migraine. One time Geeta asked Penny to work on a Saturday and she threatened to unionize. Larry thought it was so funny he bought Penny dinner. They're homies now

She can pick locks. Clavell is genuinely and rightfully terrified of her because they both know she can pick the lock to his office and completely wreck the school's security and financial system if you gave her a motive and a half hour

[aquariius-rising]

Winter Break (Shikamaru x Reader)

part two to my unintentional series about how Shikamaru and his fear of commitment!

part one | masterlist

Winter break was a welcome solace after an intense semester. Decompression was not only welcome, but required, and you welcomed the opportunity to spend self-care time with your friends at the local spa to keep your mind off of… recent events. 

Your friends were eager to learn more about the guy who not only got you out of your dorm, but inspired you to express PDA. Sadly for you, the line of communication has been nonexistent since your holiday began. That, coupled with the uncertainty evident in your conversation sent you into a miniature spiral. 

Your angst was palpable, much to the irritation of your parents, who threatened to send you to work with distant family if you didn’t stop sulking around the house. 

Steam swirled around you, blurring the line between the water's surface and the faces of the two women across the stone barrier separating the women's section. 

"Seriously, (Y/N)?" chimed Shikamaru, her voice muffled by the heat. "He hasn’t texted you at all?"

You slumped against the scorching rock, feeling especially histrionic. "It's been a week. I have no idea how he feels, or what to say and it’s driving me crazy," you lamented.  

"Our sweet (Y/N) is learning that men are the worst,” Ino interjected, her voice laced with a knowing smirk. " I told you, guys like him just want to get you in bed,"

Your cheeks flushed hotter than the onsen water.  “But we never –" You considered going home with him that night, but he never asked. It was all so silly, so beneath you, really. Having a crush in adulthood may be one of the most embarrassing experiences in the world. 

Ino leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He wants you to chase after him, (Y/N). Maybe he wants to keep you waiting so that when he sees you again, it’ll be easy to get you naked."

Your jaw dropped, the image of your body flush against his stuck in your mind. You splashed the blonde, ignoring her shrieking laughter. "That's gross, Ino, he’s not like that!"

Sakura giggled. "To be fair, you never gave him the time of day all semester, had a moment two days before leaving, and now you're expecting him to break the ice now? Has he every been forward with you?"

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. "So what am I supposed to do? Text him first? That just makes me look desperate, right?"

Sakura shrugged,  "Maybe he's just as confused as you are."

You hoped so. Shikamaru never shared much about his personal life when you spent time with him. 

With a pout, you sank lower in the water, ignoring the giggles of your two friends. 

Although not one to wear his emotions so obviously, Shikamaru was also affected by your absence. There was an edge to all his conversations, one that his family couldn’t understand. 

It was all too troublesome to explain, and his mother would never leave him alone if she knew his bad mood was because he was missing a girl.  Although his mind drifted off to the feeling of your lips against his often, he couldn’t will himself to text you.

When his group of friends texted him to meet at Kiba’s house, he begrudgingly agreed. Kiba’s mother was always out of town, leaving the large home open for the group to convene for the first time since classes ended. 

The men gathered in the Inuzuka’s living room with plenty of alcohol and snacks (provided by Naurto and Choji). At least with the distraction of his friends, he’d have some sort of peace.

“Earth to Shikamaru!” Naruto’s loud voice pierced his train of thought. He shot the blonde a withering stare. 

“What,” he snapped, annoyed. The others looked at each other, quiet. Shikamaru glanced between them, suspicious. Naruto scratched the back of his neck, his smile widening. 

“This is… sort of an intervention,” he admitted, sheepish. Shikamaru rolled his eyes. 

‘So much for peace’ he thought bitterly. 

"You barely even talked to her, Shikamaru," Kiba piped up, his voice laced with amusement.

Shikamaru scowled, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Shut up, Kiba. It’s not like that."

Naruto plopped beside him. "But it kinda was. Remember that look you gave her when that Sasuke dude showed up?" Shikamaru flushed, caught. 

"She's pretty cool, though," Choji mumbled, still mostly focused on the video game he was playing with Kiba. “And you aren’t avoiding her like you avoid most girls,”

Shikamaru shot Choji a glare. "I don't avoid girls."

"Except for (Y/N)," Naruto snickered. 

Shikamaru felt his cheeks burn even hotter. The memory of your grateful smile flashed in his mind, the way you'd nuzzled the collar and inhaled his scent. 

So troublesome. 

"Maybe you should just text her," Kiba suggested, pausing the game. "See how things go."

Shikamaru scoffed. "Text her? With what? A study question?"

He pulled out his phone, staring at the blank message screen. What if you didn't respond? Or worse, weren’t actually interested?

Heaving a sigh, Shikamaru shoved his phone back in his pocket. "I'm not texting her," he mumbled, grabbing a handful of chips more forcefully than intended. Kiba let out a laugh as he restarted the game, and Choji rolled his eyes at his brilliant, yet stupid best friend.

The steam from the onsen clung to your skin as you shuffled out, wrapped in a fluffy white robe that smelled faintly of lavender. Ino and Sakura, already dry and sipping on neon green juice that looked suspiciously like pond scum, beckoned you over to a plush lounge chair.

"So, (Y/N)," Sakura chirped. "We think we have a solution for your boy problem,"

"Really?" you asked, apprehension clinging to your voice. "What were you thinking?"

Ino smirked. "You should post something on instagram! Make it subtle and sexy…and pointed." 

Before you could protest, Ino was already expertly twisting the robe sash around your waist, cinching it in a way that accentuates your figure. Sakura fluffed the top of the robe, creating a subtle v-neck that showed your delicate collarbone. She then reached for your hair, weaving a few strands loose to frame your face in a cascade of soft waves. 

"Alright, strike a pose!" Ino commanded, propping your phone against a potted plant and fiddling with the camera app.

You shifted self-consciously. "I don't know, guys. This feels..."

"Strategic," Sakura finished with a sly smile. You settled on a natural pose, leaning back on the lounge chair, holding your warm mug of tea. 

"Is this too obvious?" you fretted, biting your lip.

"Not at all," Ino assured you. “You look so good, if he doesn’t reach out, one of his friends sure will,” You gaped at her self assurance. 

"Alright, post it!" Ino declared after checking her handiwork and handing your phone back to you. You looked at the photo once more, crafted a caption, and hit post. Sakura let out an uncharacteristically mischievous cackle. You couldn't help but laugh with them, a nervous bubble of anticipation blooming in your stomach.

Kiba's living room was a chaotic mess of limbs and pizza boxes. The air buzzed with the muffled sounds of Naruto's snickers and the sounds of video games.

Shikamaru was grateful for his friends’ short attention spans. It was easy to guide the conversation from you to another subject, especially with the help of cheap beer. 

Suddenly, Kiba's phone buzzed, the obnoxious ringtone slicing through the otherwise ambient sounds. He glanced at the screen, and let out a low whistle. “Hey, Shikamaru, check this out,” he said, tossing his phone to you. 

The picture was simple enough – you, lounging back on a plush chair, a mug held in your hands. But it was your body that grabbed his (and everyone else’s) attention. The cinched robe, the way the sunlight caught your collarbone – you looked incredible.

Naruto was the first to speak (of course). "Whoa, (Y/N) looks even hotter than when we met her!" he exclaimed, his eyes practically popping out of his head. Choji, momentarily distracted from his video game, mumbled a barely audible, "does she?" Shikamaru continued to gawk, his heart rate speeding up.

"Alright, guys," Kiba nudged Shikamaru with his elbow, "Doesn't that scream 'slide into her DMs'?"

Shikamaru scoffed, trying to mask the sudden warmth creeping up his neck. "She probably didn’t post to get a DM from some random dude who barely talks to her."

"But you do talk to her!" Naruto chimed in, pointing an accusatory finger to Shikamaru. "And you two kinda made out the other night, remember?"

Shikamaru groaned, burying his face in his hand. "We never made out, Naruto, and besides, that was before winter break started. Things are different now."

"Different how?" Kiba pressed. "If I didn’t know better, it looks like she's sending you a little message."

Shikamaru pulled out his phone, his movements sluggish. "Fine," he grumbled, "but don't expect me to write some sappy love poem."

A chorus of cheers erupted around him. "Just say hi, idiot!" Kiba snickered.

With a resigned sigh, Shikamaru typed out a simple message: "Hey (Y/N). Hope you're having a good break." His thumbs hovered over the screen for a moment before hitting send. He tossed his phone on the table, willing himself (and failing) to ignore the screen.

When your screen lit up to signal a new message, you nearly choked on your smoothie. You could hardly believe it - a message from none other than Shikamaru Nara.

Your breath caught in your throat as you clicked on the message. 

“Hey (Y/N). Hope you're having a good break." 

You grinned despite yourself as you typed your response. "Hey Shikamaru! The break's been good, just relaxing and catching up with friends. You?"

You hit send, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Maybe Shikamaru wasn't as oblivious as you thought. 

Shikamaru mirrored your nervous excitement as his phone buzzed with your reply. A small smile played on his lips as he typed out his next message.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to both of you, Kiba and Ino were smirking triumphantly. Their messages flew back and forth – a silent agreement to ensure their friends wouldn't be alone for New Year's Eve. 

A plan was forming, one that promised a night of awkward flirting, forced proximity, and maybe, just maybe, a spark that would ignite something neither of you could have predicted. The stage was set for a New Year's Eve unlike any other, and the only ones who knew what was coming were your ever-scheming friends.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for telling my mum she's being ignorant?

cw// racism .

I (18MtF) have a really, really good mum all things considered. She's been amazing about my transition, has gone to marches, spoke on radio, written articles and gotten into public spats on twitter (she's a semi-public figure) defending me. We live in the UK, so this is really a big thing on terf island lol. She's pretty good about mental health, and advocated in my youth aswell when I got diagnosed autistic.

Here is where it gets messy. My mum works in education for context, so is very clued in to the news and things. She's a hard-core feminist (I would probably call her a radical feminist to be honest). All of her friends are older women in education and journalism professions, and she speaks to them about feminist topics regularly. The thing is that ALL of them are white. Most of them are upper class (my parents both grew up dirt poor and had to work hard for everything they had). I have a number of bipoc friends, and there has been some weird instances of my mum accidentally breaking out the microaggressions that made me uncomfy, never anything massive, but enough to make me feel just a bit weird.

Tonight we watched the new Martin Scorsese film Killers of the Flower Moon. Often on the way home from seeing films like this, my mum and I will discuss politics and society, but I usually steer the conversation away from race because it isn't something I want to bring up with her, especially in a space where i cant exactly roll my eyes and go quiet without annoying her. However, race is a key topic in this film. Discussions were going fine, and then my mum did this weird thing I've noticed her do before. I had been explaining that indigenous women go missing and are often barely looked for because of factors of racism and misogyny, she immediately chimed in talking about a very different situation, about the cervical cancer scare in Ireland where tests for cervical cancer weren't carried out properly, but all the women were told they were clear anyway, resulting in many women suffering from a disease that could've been caught much earlier.

Normally I would just move on and engage with this, but it enraged me this time, mostly because it was an evocative film that left me with a lot of emotions and also because earlier that day she'd said something microaggressive about my girlfriend, who is black. I told her that it was obviously awful and I get she was just trying to empathise, but that it was a completely different situation because it didn't have that intersection of race and misogyny. She made some point about how she was "Sure there were people of color affected by the scandal" but I told her that that wasn't the point and that she was being ignorant. She got passive aggressive and didn't talk to me for the rest of the night.

I seriously don't know if it would've just been better to engage with her on that and then steer our conversation back to something more focused on race or to just abandon it altogether or whatever. I guess im also sick of not being able to talk about race at all with her, and feeling embarrassed bringing my friends over because I feel like she's gonna say something. I just don't really know how to bring it up because the only thing she can ever compare it to is misogyny, when obviously these are very different things, but I don't feel like this was the best way I'd gone about it.

Was I the asshole ?

What are these acronyms?

[daisyblog]

Chapter One: Evie

Show Me Love Summary

Trigger warnings:  18+, anxiety, strong language, emotional abuse, alcohol use, undiagnosed/struggling with learning difficulty. 

Chapter 2 >

Evie:

Note to myself: always set an alarm the night before a class, especially a 9am start.

Stretching over to the nightstand that stood beside my bed, tapping my phone screen 8:12 it read. Rubbing my eyes as the light shined through at my slightly opened curtains. Despite already running late, I couldn't help but scroll through my socials before I sat up and my feet touched the wooden floor of my room as I walked into the en-suite bathroom.

Jumping into the shower quickly to freshen up, before walking to the wardrobe sat in the corner of the room and pulling out a pair of black leggings and an oversized green sweatshirt, paired with my trusty old black converse. I threw them onto my body quickly, before deciding to rock the bare face look today and pulling my hair back with a claw clip.

Grabbing my bag from the floor near my bed, I made my way into the shared kitchen space where Lily was sat by the small table drinking from her mug as she scrolled through her phone. I was lucky when assigned flatmates at the start of our first year, Lily, Bella, and I instantly clicked. It was like we had known each other for years and not just since September.

"Morning, I thought you had a class this morning?" Lily greeted as she looked down at her phone, I assumed checking the time as I had said last night; I had an early class. 

I rummaged around, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge "It's me Lils, it wouldn't be right if I was on time", before making my way towards the front door.

Lily let out a giggle "You're something else Eve" before we said our goodbyes. 

Putting my earphones in while I walked and pressing play on a playlist. Music filling my ears, my type of therapy. Campus was only a short walk but once again, I was late. It was hard to explain, I've always found it difficult to manage my time and even waking up extra early I'd still be late. Distraction and lack of attention was my weakness. 

I entered the building and climbed the stairs, taking my earphones out and making my way to the class. I hated this class as it was. I wasn't failing but apparently averaging a 65 wasn't good enough in my parents eyes. In the words of my father "you could be doing better". It was safe to say, my parents were the type of people that I could have achieved 99 on an assignment but they would focus on the one mark I missed.

I tried to quietly open the door, aware that most students were already inside and listening to the lecturer that stood up front. I spotted Niall and Harry sitting at the back. We'd met on the first week of classes and instantly I bonded with both boys. I'd learnt that Niall and I both played guitar and Harry and I shared the love for Fleetwood Mac and The Beatles. 

Niall and I were were often shot glares from the other students for laughing and whispering a bit too loudly in class. Harry was a tad quieter than us, not allowing himself to get distracted. He'd keep his focus as he typed away on his laptop making notes. 

"Ah nice of you to join us Miss Green" I heard the deep sarcastic voice of the lecturer who Niall and I had nicknamed Cactus because he was prick. His voice and comment, caused all eyes to land on me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and continued walking towards the back and sat next to Niall.

"Nice of you to join me Miss Green" Niall mocked  him, with a chuckle. As I pulled out my laptop in front of me to attempt to write some notes. Prime word: attempt. I'd spend a lot of time in classes looking around, envious of others typing out pages and pages of words, wondering how they made it look so easy. Harry being one. 

I took him in as he sat opposite, a grey hoodie covering his body and his curls sitting on top of his head so effortlessly. His eyes focused on the screen in front of him, his tongue poking out slightly as he concentrated.  

"You're drooling" Niall whispered in my ear and nudged my shoulder, making me break my stare and send him a scowl and mouth 'fuck off'. I mean I couldn't deny that Harry was attractive, but Niall loved to stir and joke around, especially when it included Harry and I. 

"Are you still coming over to ours later for the party?" His strong Irish accent asked as he continued to type and glance up at the large screen that hung high on the wall, displaying bits of text that the lecturer was reading from. 

Niall, Harry and their flatmates were hosting a party this evening, and Bella and, one of their friends, Zayn had a little thing going on. So of course, Lily and I were being dragged along. Not that I was complaining, a party was a party. "Bella's making us, you better have some good food and lots of drink" I playfully warned.

"Please, you know I have" Niall held a hand to his chest, pretending to act hurt. I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. I glanced up noticing Harry was still focusing on his work. Almost like he could feel my stare, his eyes met mine and his eyebrows raised as he caught me staring, but sending me a cheeky wink. It wasn't unusual for Harry to be a tad flirty or show me some sort of affection. It was like it was in his nature to be kind and loving but it didn't stop the heat rising up my cheeks. 

Once the class had been dismissed, I walked slightly in front of the two as Niall was showing Harry something on his phone about football. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation, I checked my own phone noticing a couple of notifications from Bella and Lily in our group chat, talking about what they were wearing tonight. 

As we exited the building, the boys announced they were walking the opposite way as they going to meet their friends. I waved goodbye and explained I'd see them later. Walking back to the flat was quick as I listened to some music. Entering I could hear music playing from under Lily's bedroom door meaning she was usually doing some work. 

After making a quick chicken pasta dish for lunch and putting the leftovers in the fridge, I headed to my room. Opening the door, I saw the clothes thrown on the floor where I rushed to get ready this morning, picking them I placed them into the laundry basket in the corner as my phone began to ring.

Mum.

"Hey Mum!" I answered, taking a seat on my unmade bed and began to subconsciously pick at the skin around my nail, a habit that I done from a young age.

"Oh Evie, I'm glad you answered. You're never going to guess what?" My mother's enthusiastic voice could be heard through the phone, before I had the chance to answer, she continued "Your sisters had a promotion, isn't that amazing?".

It was amazing, how could anyone disagree. But I'd always been jealous of my older sister, Megan. She was popular, smart, never did anything wrong, always seemed to do everything right. Pushing down my thoughts I politely answered "That is amazing, tell her I said congratulations".

"Honestly we are so proud of her, your father and I are thinking of throwing her a party or something to celebrate". She rambled on. Another thing, Megan was never told no to anything. Megan asked for money, she got it. Megan asked to stay up longer, she got it. Megan asked for a new car, she got it. I remember when I was 8, I had asked for a sleepover for my birthday because that's what all my friends were doing but despite it being my birthday, I was told "No, Megan's having some friends over that day". 

"Megan would love that I'm sure!" The sarcasm evident in my voice, despite the feeling of anger building up inside of me. I felt trapped in this never ending cycle of not being good enough. Always comparing myself to others. Always trying to push my feelings down and put on a brave face. But it was getting harder each time. 

"I'm going to start planning it straight away!" she explained. "How's your classes going, I hope you're trying hard, I know it doesn't come easy to you like your sister, she's such a clever girl!". I could feel the lump in my throat start to rise and I tried hard to swallow it. Trying my hardest to keep the tears from spilling. 

"Yeah they're going well, I've actually got to go because I'm about to go into another, bye Mum!"I quickly made up the excuse before ending the phone call. Laying down, I allowed the tears to run down my cheeks as my body curled up. After laying there for some time, thoughts swimming around in my head, I decided it was time to get ready for tonight, not wanting to dwell on the situation anymore, it was never going to change was it?

Getting in the shower, I allowed the hot water run down my body. After washing my hair, the smell of strawberries surrounding me from the shampoo. I got out and wrapped my towel around me before walking over to my wardrobe to decide what I was going to wear. After pulling a few options out, I picked a white cropped top, ripped black mom jeans and paired them with my white converse. 

As I finished drying my hair, Lily entered with her make-up bag in her hand "Thought we could get ready together, Bella's already there because she stayed with Zayn".

"We're losing her Lils" I joked whilst I applied some foundation onto my bare face. As we both curled our hair, we chatted about different things. Lily even admitted that there was a girl who she liked was going to the party tonight and she was hoping that maybe she would see her. She was a sweet girl and I always admired how she was always herself regardless of who she was around. 

Once we were both ready, we made our way over the party that was in the next building to ours. I was excited to relax tonight and just enjoy. After the conversation with my mother earlier, I needed it even more. As we entered the flat, it wasn't full but it was definitely a bit more than a gathering. 

Bella, who was standing next to Zayn, snuggled under his arm and a few others gathered around them that I didn't recognise, called us over. Pulling us both into a hug "Aw girls I've missed ya".

"I'm surprised your stuff is still in the flat" I joked about how she's been staying over with Zayn a lot recently. It was nice to see her so happy and content, it must be nice to feel that wanted and loved. 

"Sorry girls, I just miss her when she's not here" Zayn wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling her closer to him. They looked good together I'll admit that, both had a unique style and both absolutely beautiful. 

"Evie Green" An Irish accent was heard, making us all look behind me. Niall was seen making his way through the groups of people to join us, Harry trailing behind him. Louis and Liam, their two other roommates, still yet to be seen. 

"Niall Horan" I called back as they got closer and Harry swung his arm around my shoulder, letting it rest there as Niall passed Lily and I a bottle of cider each. "I see you're giving us the hard stuff 'ey Ni".

"Don't want you getting into a state again do we Green?" Niall brought up the time we were all out a few months ago celebrating Bella's birthday, and I drank way too many shots and couldn't put one foot in front of the other and had to be taken home early.

As I took a sip, the taste of strawberry and lime hit my tongue, I rolled my eyes. "It was one time Niall, one time. Just let it go". The group around us, laughing at our usual banter. Little to their knowledge Niall and I had shared many drunken conversations. Some were funny, some were serious but for some reason I'd let him on my family dynamic. He sat and listened, no judgement, just being a true friend and I loved him it for it.

As the night went on, so the drinks flowed and I could feel it take effect on me. I wasn't drunk but definitely tipsy. I was now dancing in the middle of the living room with Bella and Lily, the three of us mimicking each other and trying our best not to stumble. I felt free, just me being myself with a group of people who accepted me. 

"Oh, I'll be right back" Lily spoke quickly, interrupting our dancing bubble, before she walked away from us and made her way over to a girl in the corner. I assumed she was the one who she told me about earlier. I watched on as the two smiled and spoke quietly in the corner. Not wanting to stare, I turned back to Bella. 

"C'mon, let's go and find some food, I'm starving" Bella suggested, taking my hand and pulling me into the direction of kitchen. As we entered, Harry and Zayn was standing in the corner talking to each other, both turning as Bella pulled us through the crowd. "Zayn!" Bella's called out, causing Zayn to cringe when he realised how drunk his girlfriend now was. "Can we have food please?". 

As Zayn made his way over to help Bella, immediately pulling her closer to him and guiding her over to where the food was, my legs took me to where Harry was still standing. He was leaning against the counter, a plain white t-shirt covering his chest and black ripped jeans long on his legs.

"Hey stranger!" he joked, continuing to hold his drink in his ring clad hands. "Started to think you'd left". His bicep showing more through his t-shirt as he brought the bottle up to his lips.

"Can't get rid of me that easily" my lips turning up into a genuine smile as I realised he'd obviously been thinking about me tonight. "Bella's a bit tipsy and is now looking for food".

"Yeah, I heard her before I saw her" Harry continued to make jokes. Bella was known by the group for being the loud drunk. If you couldn't see her, you would definitely hear her. "I've been meaning to ask-".

"Shots! Shots! Shots!" a voice interrupted our conversation, pushing their way between us. "C'mon, everyone else is being boring and won't do any with me" Niall handed us both a shot glass. "Can always rely on you two..ready...three..two..one". Three of us lifting the glasses to our lips and letting the liquid run down our throats, making me shiver at the sharp taste. 

"What happened to not wanting me to get into a drunken state?" I raised my eyebrows at the brunette, as he gave me another bottle of cider. 

"Harry here will look after you, so I know you're in safe hands" he explained as he pulled Harry by his neck, trying to mess up his hair. Harry gave him a playful shove before Niall walked away flipping us both off, his contagious laugh following him. 

"What were you going to ask me?" I asked Harry, remembering he was about to ask me something before Niall and his shots interrupted. 

Harry looked slightly nervous. Something I'd never seen before. "Oh uh, I was..uh..there's like a bands night down the pub tomorrow night, I've got two tickets and was going to ask if you wanted to come?".

"Are you sure you don't want Niall or Zayn to go?" I asked, slightly aware that Harry and I hadn't spent time alone. This would be the first.

"No, they're going to be doing covers and stuff and I know we like the same music so I thought of you straight away when I saw the poster" he confessed, a nervous shadow covering his face. My heart and stomach fluttered at his words. He really was the sweetest. 

"I'd love to come, thank you" I gave him a genuine and grateful smile "What time?" I questioned. Wanting to make sure I was ready on time and didn't keep him waiting. Another thing I was always lectured about by my parents was my time keeping, well lack of. 

Harry reached for his phone in his back pocket, scrolling for a few seconds. I assumed he was checking the tickets for time. "It starts at 8, so I'll pick you up around 7:30?".

"Yeah sounds good, I'll try to be ready" I laughed at my own joke, knowing he had witnessed my lack of punctuality many of times throughout this first year of university.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, his dimples appearing as he smiled "It's fine, it wouldn't feel right if you were on time would it?". He didn't criticise but accepted that this was my personality and it wasn't necessarily a negative thing. 

I didn't get the chance to answer as my phone buzzed in my pocket. As I pulled it out, noticing it was a text notification. Reading it, my whole mood changed. I should have known it was too good to be true that I would remain happy the entire night.

Megan:  Hey! Just letting you know I've been promoted in work, one step closer to the top. Mum said you're having low marks in your classes. I know it can be hard for you but It's probably best if you work harder, you don't want to disappoint Mum and Dad again! 

The reason I decided to apply for Manchester university in the first place was to escape this reality. I was ecstatic when I was accepted, naively I saw it as a way that they couldn't hurt me anymore, but apparently being almost four hours away in London, they still could. Here I was standing in a party full of people feeling worthless and once again lonely.

Harry must have noticed the change in my mood. He tried to pull me closer to him, his hand reaching for mine as he spoke "Hey, what's wrong, everything alright?". But I didn't want comfort, I wasn't worthy of it. Megan was right, I was a disappointment. All I had done my entire life was let people down. 

I pushed Harry's hand away gently, the one that was trying to pull me into him. "Nothing, it's just...nothing". I looked around, noticing Niall in the other room still trying to encourage people to take shots. Walking over to him, leaving Harry's side, I took one from his grasp. The liquid burnt my throat as it left the glass but at this point I didn't care.

"Go on Evie" Niall encouraged, only making me take another one and repeating the action. "We like to drink with Evie cause Evie is our mate! And when we drink with Evie, she finishes in 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!".

After a hour of weakness, continuing to drink anything I could get my hands on. The party had gradually become quieter, only a few of us left. I hadn't seen Harry for a while, I had left him in the kitchen whilst I went to find Niall to do more shots. I found myself trying to make my way to find somewhere to lie down, holding onto the wall for support. My legs struggled to carry my heavy body as I stumbled down the corridor. 

"Fuck" I heard a deep voice behind me. "Eves, how much have you had?" the voice full of concern. Their body now in front of me their hands holding onto mine, my body continuing to sway causing me to let out a childish giggle. "You're wasted". 

"Harry?".

"Yeah it's me, where are you trying to go?" his voice still full of concern, as I tried to move from his grip. My legs failing me as they give way, making me fall. Two strong arms circle my stomach, catching me before I hit the ground. A loud laugh leaving me, as the room spins around me. "Evie, can you tell me where you're going and I'll help you".

"Sleep...I sleep...tired" I stutter over my words, the alcohol deep into my system. Harry effortlessly picked me back up, still holding onto my waist. Afraid I would fall again. 

"Alright, do you think you can walk?" he attempted to help me walk down the corridor but once again my legs fell from beneath me. "I guess not, come on clumsy I'll carry you". 

As Harry lifted me into his arms, I felt a whole weight lift off me. I'd never felt safe, ever, but the warmth feeling was unusual. The moment my head felt the soft cotton of the pillow beneath my head, my eyes could no longer stay awake.

"Sweet dreams Eves".

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You haven't been in class for over a week now. Rumors are swirling that you're switching schools because of changes in your parents' jobs. They say you're moving to be closer to them.

There's no sign of you or the maid whenever Beomgyu walks by your house. It feels strange, like a piece of the neighborhood is missing.

He tried searching for your social media accounts, but everything's locked down, no posts, no mutual friends, nothing. "Seriously, who only has six followers and is following six people?" he mutters to himself, frustrated at how mysterious you are.

He thinks about messaging you. But then the question "why can't she reach out first?" creeps in. Beomgyu wondered, over and over again.

Now, his meals sit untouched, and he wastes away in bed, consumed by the thought of you. He can't focus on anything anymore, not even that stupid project.

1:50 PM

You're so lame if that's true.

You stared at his message, confused. What was he talking about? You quickly replied.

Wym?

He quickly responded, his fingers flying over the screen.

Switching schools.

You blinked, completely thrown off. You didn't even know about that.

Uhhh, I'm not?

A moment of silence passed before Beomgyu replied again.

You're not? When are you coming back then?

You couldn't help but feel a little curious about what he meant by 'switching schools', but anyway.

Later :) I'll be there Monday.

Beomgyu couldn't stop smiling after reading your reply. He let out a relieved sigh, feeling lighter than he had in days. He received another notification.

Goodnight.

Monday, Beomgyu spotted you walking toward the gate. He quickly ran to catch up, but froze when he saw you laughing. With another guy. You stopped to greet Angel. "Hey, how are y-" But Angel just walked right past you.

You tilted your head, confused by her coldness. You bit your lip, worried and unsure. "Believe it or not, she's actually my friend," you said to Hueningkai, forcing a smile. He chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, sure. Seems like you two are real close," he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him, laughing, trying to shake off the awkwardness. Suddenly, you lost your balance slightly as someone tugged at your backpack. "What the-"

It was Beomgyu. "Hi, Beom-"

"So you finished the project without a word, huh?" he interrupted, still catching his breath.

"I'm sorry. I had... important things to do," you apologized, guilt evident in your voice.

Beomgyu straightened his shirt, his expression shifting as he glanced at Hueningkai. The air between them was suddenly thick. "Oh, this is Kai," you quickly introduced, sensing the tension. "Our parents know each other. Kai, this is Beomgyu, my classmate."

"Nice to meet you," Hueningkai said, extending his hand to Beomgyu.

Beomgyu ignored him, looking away. You shook your head at him, mouthing 'rude'.

Hueningkai smirked and slipped his hands back into his pockets. "I'll go. I'll just look around by myself." You smiled at him, embarrassed. "Text me if you need anything."

Beomgyu scoffed. "I was supposed to be his tour guide," you sighed, clearly annoyed then shot him an irritated look.

"You know you owe me," he said as he caught up to you. "You left me to deal with Angel's feelings by myself."

You stopped in your tracks, your eyes widening. "Oh yeah, I forgot... How did that go?" you asked, resuming your walk.

"I..." Beomgyu gently grabbed your arm, stopping you again. "I don't have feelings for her." His gaze locked onto yours, intense, almost pleading for you to understand.

You swallowed hard, thrown off by how deeply he was looking at you and why did your eyes suddenly flickered on his lips?

He released your arm, and you both continued walking. He explained the situation with Angel, how little time they had actually spent together, just the time you had seen them at the café.

Before you entered class, you glanced at him. With a deep breath, "I hope you let her down gently?"

Beomgyu shrugged, a slight smirk playing at his lips. "I could have..."

"What?!" You were appalled by how much of a jerk he could be.

"Just kidding, of course I was nice." The bell rang, Beomgyu entered the class first. You saw Angel glanced at Beomgyu. Her eyes are red. It must've been so hard for her.

10:00 AM

You're a jerk.

I'm not! I talked to her properly. Okay?

Hey.

What?

I missed you.

???

You're the jerk.

You pressed your lips together, trying to shake off the image of Beomgyu's frustrated face that flashed in your mind. You hadn't had a proper conversation with him since the lab project, even though it had been a success.

Instead, most of your time had been spent with Hueningkai, being his friend and tour guide. You'd even introduced him to your other friends. Fortunately, seemed to fit right in, enjoying every moment.

To show his appreciation, Hueningkai grinned and offered, "Do you want breakfast tomorrow? On me!"

"Uh, sure" you said, a little surprised. His excitement was contagious as he jumped up in delight. "Great! See you tomorrow!" showing his excitement before hopping into the car that was waiting for him. You waved and watched as the car drove off, a lingering smile on your face.

On your way home, you unexpectedly spotted Beomgyu leaving a convenience store with a plastic bag in hand. For a moment, your heart skipped. He paused when he saw you, clearly caught off guard too.

He walked towards you, reached into the plastic bag, he pulled out an ice cream bar and handed it to you. "You can have this."

"Thanks," you replied, taking it, his sudden kindness left you slightly confused.

As you approached your house, you both stopped at the gate. You mustered the courage to ask,

"Do you... do you wanna come in?"

Beomgyu smiled, almost as if he had been hoping you'd ask. He nodded.

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Valentine's Day with Riri Williams

Summary: In which Riri Williams is dating a hopeless romantic and feels like. Her V-Day gifts won't be enough for her

"So what are your plans for tomorrow?" Erica asked Riri as they were packing up their bags.

"Well I only got one class tomorrow, and its early so I'll probably finish up some of personal projects." Riri told her with a light shrug.

"Wait are you serious? Erica said a bit too loud with wide eyes. She grabbed the young engineer's shoulder in disbelief.

Riri raised her eyebrow in confusion and shook her hand off her shoulder. "Um yeah is tomorrow like special or somethin?"

"Um yeah do you not know what tomorrow's date is?"

"Yeah its the fourteenth" Riri answered in irritation. What memo did she miss?

"For God's sake Valentine's Day is tomorrow and you happen to be dating the biggest hopeless romantic in this school." Erica explained shaking her head with a smile.

Riri's eyes widened as she realized her friend was right, but of course she wasn't aware of the holiday. Valentine's Day had never been a big deal for her heck even her parents didn't really care the holiday. Her father would take his mom to a nice dinner and give her flowers, but that was just about it. But that wasn't anything new her father always treated her mom like she was a queen and surprised her with random dates.

All the time when he was alive, but one thing her pops never did was buy into the genericness of Valentine's day. He always told her that it was a commercialized holiday to get people to spend their money on unnecessarily stuff. Not once did she ever see her mom with a overpriced card, heart-shaped box of candy, or an overszied teddybear.

"Okay its Valentine's day no big deal y/n practically lives in my dorm, so I'll take her out when I finish up at my workshop."

Erica shook her head. "Not good enough I don't think you understand how big your girl is on Valentine’s Day."

"And you do" Riri snapped in irritation.

The other girl held up her hands in defense and went on. "I'm just saying last year when Valentine’s Day rolled around. Y/N went all out for the girl she was dating back then. I mean she had a bouquet of her favorite flowers sent to her first class, and one of those kids who sing love songs. And that was just the beginning she waited outside with candy and her gift. The girl told me about the date next date y/n dropped hella money to take her out on a boat with a private chef and all."

Riri stood there taking in all the information with 'are you serious' look on her face. You were a year older than her, and by the time the time the new semester had started last year. You and your ex had broken things off in the summer, and you met her on the first day. Riri had bumped into you while on her way to her dorm arms filled with her bags. While she tried to read the campus map at the same time, and you were kind enough to not only offer to lead her to her assigned dorm, but also take some of her bags off her hands.

She knew from day one that you were someone special and that she wanted to get to know you better. You and her took things real slow at first just starting out as friends. Partially because of your bad break-up over the summer. She thought back to you telling her one of the reasons you broke things off was. Because your ex never seemed to care to put in the same amount of energy into the relationship as you did.

You were always the more romantic one in the relationship, but Riri never felt like she came up short in taking care, and surprising you. She made sure to do nice and spontaneous things all the time especially. When she began to focused on her new Ironheart suit considering how understanding you were. But now with Erica here standing here telling her all this. Riri was starting to wonder if it was enough for you?

If you had some big and extravagant day planned to surprise her with tomorrow. How bad would it look if she didn't have something similar to offer? Would it be a deal breaker?

Erica could see the whirlwind of thoughts going through Riri's mind, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey don't stress yourself out okay its not too lat-"

"You literally just told me my girl planned out an entire romcom for her last girl on Valentine’s Day, and I have absolutely no plans for the day which is tomorrow. And you're telling me not to worry" Riri exclaimed in disbelief.

"Okay you have a point and maybe it is too late to plan something big. But remember with y/n thought and effort goes a long way with her. So maybe you can go by the store, buy her a card, candy, and some flowers. You know and do like breakfast in bed with her" Erica advised.

Riri nodded her head at the idea. "Yeah that sounds good thanks."

That was how Riri Williams spent the rest of her day running around Target buying all the cliche Valentine's day gifts. Instead of getting you the giant heart box filled with variety chocolates. She knew your favorite candy of all time was Hershey's kisses, and got you a themed box filled with those. She was torn on rather or not to get supplies for an homemade card, or just buy one off the shelf. In the end she couldn't decide and ended up calling Shuri for advice.

"Homemade is definitely more romantic right?" Riri asked in a hurried voice.

"Of course mother always told homemade is better than something you buy off the shelf. It means you put more care and effort into the gift." Shuri agreed watching the younger girl pick up cards, look at the inside of them, before placing them back into the rack a bit messy.

The Princess of Wakanda wasn't sure of what was going on with her friend. Because in her country Valentine's Day was a day to celebrated, but not in the way America did it. Couples did get their significant other flowers and candy, but other than that they spent their day at the numerous festivals and celebrations being held. It wasn't really about spending an obscene amount of money on each other.

"What do you need those cards for if you’re making her one?" Shuri finally blurted out in exasperation. After watching Riri go through ten more cards.

"Inspiration I suck at writing love letters okay" Riri explained taking a picture of a card.

"Well cards tend to overuse phrases and all of them say the same thing. I thought this was supposed to come from your heart" Shuri told her.

"Shuri I don't do romance at least not the way she does. Y/N is on a whole other level than me, and I don't want to write something stupid."

"Okay well than have you thought about a mini scrapbook. You don't really have to put many words just pictures of your favorite memories of her, and your relationship" Shuri suggested.

Riri dropped all the cards in her hand to whirl around with wide eyes. "Yooo that's it Shuri you're a freaking genius."

A giddy smile formed on Shuri's face happy she could help her friend with her love woes.

After that Riri hung up and bolted to the arts and crafts section to get a scrapbook, and the supplies for the project. On her way to cash out she walked right past a box filled with oversized stuffed animals. On top was a giant brown dog with a heart in its mouth, and she came to a halt. It had to be fate right? You were a dog lover with a German Shepherd back home that you missed with all your heart. You would often face time your mom just to talk to Thunder.

Without a second thought Riri grabbed the bear that was almost matched her in size, and went to checkout. Her next stop was a CVS pharmacy where she spent an hour in the parking lot going through her phone to find all her favorite pictures of you. She didn't know how many would fit in the scrapbook, but ended up settling on about sixty pictures. She really didn't realize just how many photos she had took of you without you knowing.

Riri was in her car listening to some random rap song when the music was cut short. As Siri notified her that you were calling her.

"Hey babe what's up? She asked after hitting the answer button.

"Nothing really I had a few hours before my last two classes, and wanted to see if you wanted to grab a quick bite." You told her.

"Um I would but I'm out taking care of some business right now."

"Like Ironheart stuff?" You asked bringing your voice down to a whisper. Riri didn't need to see you to know you were cupping a hand around your mouth and the phone. You always did that whenever you were trying to hide a conservation from surrounding ears. She thought it was adorable. "If you want I can bring you some food by the garage. I don't mind at all."

"Naw baby you don't got to do that" Riri protested hating the fact that she was lying to you.

"Come on Ri we both know you how easy it is for you to forget to eat once you're in the zone working on that suit." You shot back in a stern voice.

"Y/N seriously I'm good right now I promise to grab a snack on my way to differential equations alright. We can meet up in my dorm after your last class, and have lunch then" Riri proposed.

She heard you let out a soft mmm sound on the other end of the phone, and knew you were contemplating. Riri really didn't have an unhealthy habit of throwing herself into her work so much. Sometimes she forgot her body had needs like food and water, and not too long after the two of you made the relationship official. One of your dates was cut short via her passing out from dehydration, and you spending the entire night in the hospital with her. Ever since that incident you always made sure to take Riri food and drink. Whenever she decided to stay locked up inside that garage working on modifications and upgrades to her suit.

"Fine but I want a picture of your snack as proof Riri" You conceded.

Riri let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah mamas I got you see you later."

"Bye beautiful" and just like that the phone call was over.

Riri went back inside of the store to check on the progress on the pictures, and was happy to see that they were done printing. She finally made her back to school campus, and hurried up to get to her dorm. Not wanting to run the risk of bumping into you with the gifts in hand. Once she was in her room with the door locked to prevent anyone specifically you from just bursting in. Riri threw all the scrapbook supplies on top of her workstation, and stared down at it.

In the beginning Riri really didn't think there would be much to this whole scrapbooking thing. She believed the project was going to be a cakewalk. That is until she looked up some videos on Youtube and inspiration on Pinterest. When the Target associate suggested she buy patterned paper, stickers, embellishments, and the special tape. Riri didn't really understand the need for all the stuff, and honestly thought most of it would just be the waste. But after watching the videos and seeing pictures of what most scrapbooks were supposed to look once they were done. She understood the need for all the extra stuff. It was those little things that really made the scrapbook look great.

On the ride back to her dorm she convinced herself that it wouldn't be that hard. But now with all the supplies sitting on her desk waiting to be put together. She couldn't help but curse now regretting her decision to not just go with the homemade card. Even if she did write something cliche and cheesy didn't hopeless romantics like that? You were cliche sometimes right? Riri sat there for five minutes trying to think about all the cliche and cheesy things. You had done in the relationship, and realized why you did have your moments. You weren't that cheesy.

Riri pulled a DIY scrapbooking video up on her Macbook and got to work. She had a hour to complete this before she had to be the class, so she wasn't exactly following all the instructions. Only half of the supplies got used, and when the scrapbook was done. It didn't look anything like the woman's scrapbook in the video, but Riri decided it was good enough. It was the thought that counted to most, and she created this masterpiece with love. That's what Valentine’s Day was all about.

Riri put the scrapbook, the oversized dog bear, and the candy in the closet. So you wouldn't see it later on when you came over for dinner, and headed off to class.

Valentine's Day

Riri would be lying if she said her nerves weren't bad when the big day finally came. Unlike her your first class wasn't until noon, but you would still wake up early to send her off. So she made sure to set an alarm for seven-thirty am. When her phone ring off breaking through the peaceful morning silence. Her hand shot out smacking the screen of her phone trying to turn it off. You let out a sleepy whine rolling over to bury your face into her chest. Five seconds later and the loud noise went away.

You hummed in response not bothering to open your eyes knowing it was way too early for her to be leaving yet. Riri held you for a few more minutes lulling back to sleep with a hand in your hair massaging your scalp. While the other rubbed slow circles on your back, and when your soft snores filled the room again. Riri knew she was in the clear and slipped out of bed. Taking tentative steps around the room as to not disturb you. She threw on a pair of black Nike joggers that hung just below her waist, and some black Nike slides as well. Then left her dorm to began the thirty-minute drive to the nearest IHOP to get your favorite.

Deep down Riri was already dreading the gift exchange for later today. Last night you did bring up Valentine's Day and told her to make sure her schedule for tonight was clear. She prayed to God that you weren't planning on taking her out on some boat dinner, a hot air balloon ride, or anything that was just over the top. Not because she didn't want it or wouldn't appreciate it, but because she couldn't match that. At least not last minute Riri did try and call some of the fancier restaurants in the city to see. If any of them were open for last minute reservations, but just like Erica warned her all of the were booked for the day.

She hoped that breakfast in bed, and her gifts would be enough to at least make you smile. Riri already accepted defeat in knowing you were to top her in whatever you had planned, she just hoped it wasn't by a huge margin.

IHOP was favorite breakfast diner of all time for some reason, probably because you loved pancakes so much. Considering them to be the best breakfast pastry of all time, and the two of you would often argue since she preferred waffles. But in the end both of you decided to agree to disagree.

Riri put in an online order for your go-to. Double chocolate chip pancakes with bacon and a side of hash-browns. And Belgium waffles with strawberry topping, sausage links, scrambled eggs, and fresh fruit for herself. The food took about twenty minutes before they were bringing it to her, and by now it was going on to eight forty-five. Her first class was at ten so she had to book it, if she wanted to actually enjoy her breakfast with you without running the risk of being late.

You were still knocked out in her bed laying on your stomach with your face buried in the pillows. When the door opened and she walked in with breakfast in hand. And for a second Riri entertained the idea of just watching you sleep for another thirty minutes. In her eyes you were the most beautiful thing in the world right now. For some reason you decided not to wrap your hair up last night, so you had a really bad case of bedhead, and there was a bit of drool coming out of your open mouth. You were just freaking adorable.

But she didn't the the thirty-minute trip to IHOP and back just for the food to get cold, and become leftovers for later. Riri set the food down on the table, and threw herself onto the bed beside you. Her weight caused the mattress to bounce jostling you awake. Your eyes fluttered open as you let out a soft groan trying to roll away from the sunlight pouring into her room.

"Riri I love you and I love crashing with you like literally I'm like a little girl on Christmas morning. Whenever you ask me to stay over, but could you please put up some curtains or something. It's too early for this" You complained reaching to grab the covers on your waist to pull them over your head.

Riri prevented you from doing so by laying the upper half of her body on top of yours. She leaned down to plant a series of kisses all over cheek and neck causing you to squeal in happiness. "Uh-uh babygirl its time to get up. I got breakfast and I would like to enjoy it with you before I have to leave for class."

You seemed to perk up a bit more at the mention of breakfast rolling over onto your back. Your eyes searching the room till it found the IHOP bag, and then you were craning your head upward to capture Riri's lips in a heated kiss. So intense it had yours and her toes curling as your lips moved in sync. Riri brought a hand to graze your cheek before cupping it as she pressed her lips to yours a bit harder. You hummed into the kiss but finally pulled away with a grin. "The food is going to get cold."

"Noooo stay in bed ma I got you" Riri insisted pushing you back down, when you made a move to get up.

"Don't spoil me too much I might get use to it" You teased pulling yourself up to rest your back against her pillows.

"I mean it is Valentine's Day y/n and its not like you don't deserve it" She replied preparing your food, and pouring you a cup of orange juice.

"Happy Valentine's Day babe" You whispered against her lips pulling her into another adoring kiss. After she set the food down on the bed, and took her place beside you.

"Damn if I knew you were going to be this touchy over some food. I would've made the trip to IHOP a long time ago."

You chuckled at that giving her a sultry look. "Just wait until tonight my litte genius."

Riri's body shivered as your mouth left her ear to devour the pancakes practically sucking the fork clean of chocolate and syrup.

A Couple Hours Later

It was decided that Riri would give gift you first considering your plans kind of involved a trip. You still wouldn't tell her what you had planned, but to her relief no one showed up to any of her classes to deliver flowers or sing her a song. She was starting to think maybe she did have a chance in matching you.

But still it didn't make her any less nervous as she paced in her dorm back and forth. The oversized dog bear was setup on her made up bed with the box of Hershey’s kisses resting on it. Along with the scrapbook which didn't look like anything special by the front cover. Riri stared at the setup wondering if it was enough, and was going to change it. When she heard the door open, and a little gasp filled the room.

She turned around to find you standing there with widen eyes, and your mouth open in surprise.

"Um yeah I know its not much but-"

"Riri its perfect" You exclaimed rushing forward to get to the gifts. "You know I have like two of these bears, but no one has ever gotten me the dog one. They always get the regular teddybear." You tell her hugging the stuffed animal to your chest. Before moving on to the box of candy you opened it to find it filled with Hershey’s kisses, and not just the milk chocolate ones. But it was an assortment of of these kisses. And finally came the mid-size red book laying down on the bed. It fell when you picked up the bear, and now it had your full attention as the contents of it peaked your curiosity.

The scrapbook was what had Riri really worried. She was terrified you were going to take one look at the inside of it, and laugh at the jumbled mess.

But instead she watched as you took a seat on the bed, and opened it. You started to flip through the book pausing ever now and then to look up at her with a small smile, and mock anger sometimes. Whenever you stumbled across a picture you either told her to delete, or wasn't even aware had been taken. At some point your eyes started to water as you realized Riri had cataloged each page giving it a title. Page one was your first date with her filled with pics from when the two of you went to some spring festival, and page two to and three were the next dates afterwards as well. The fourth page was the day the two of you became official, and there was even a page for all her favorite sleeping moments of you filled with pictures of you falling asleep in the most random places.

It was like a little book detailing your entire relationship with her, and all the best moments. You placed the book down to rush over and pull her into a bone-crushing hug. "Its perfect Ri."

"Wait seriously you like it" she asked sounding a bit confused. As if you liking her gifts was an eighth wonder of the world.

"Of course I do I love the gifts Riri." You reassured her planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Wow that's great I thought-" she cut herself off deciding it was best not to dwell on it. "Never mind so are you ready to tell me what you got planned for us tonight?"

You wanted to know what she was going to say earlier, but her bringing up your gifts and plans for tonight distracted you. Your eyes lit up in mischief as you pulled a tiny box out of your jacket pocket, and held it out for her to take. "Well this might give you a clue."

Riri took the box and opened it with curious eyes. In her head she was thinking it was going to be jewelry of some kind, and just hoped it wasn't anything too expensive. But instead a small silver key rested on a black silk napkin. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as she lifted it up. "Y/N did you book a hotel or something?"

"What no" You scoffed in disbelief. "Do I look like a quarterback trying to score with his girlfriend on prom night?"

"Well......" she started letting the question hang in the air while she bit her lip with a smirk. You squinted your eyes and rushed forward wrapping your arms around her waist. Just as she turned around to scurry away from you, but her feet left the ground. When you lifted her up from behind. "Ok ok I take it back put me down" she gave in."

You shook your head doing what she asked. "Come on we gotta take a drive, and I want to get there before its gets too dark."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there."

Riri pouted at that statement and frowned when you pulled a blindfold out of your pocket. "There is no way I'm putting that on."

"Come on babe don't you trust me" You tried.

Riri shook her head. "Nope not that much."

"If you don't wear it the surprise will be ruined" You pushed giving her the puppy-dog eyes.

She closed her eyes and looked away in order to not fall victim to your tactics.

"Babe please I promise you won't regret it" You pleaded with a whine in your voice.

It took a few minute but eventually Riri did cave like she always did with you, and the black blindfold was put on her eyes throwing her into darkness.

You led her to your car, and the journey to her gift began.

Fifteen Minutes Later

You parked the car in an empty parking lot in front of a decent size building surrounded by a few industrial buildings, and a gas station but other than that there wasn't much else around. A few blocks way were some restaurants, stores, and other little businesses. But this spot was pretty secluded, and offered a lot of privacy.

"So is this the part where I find out I've been dating a crazy girl all along." Riri said as her ears strained to hear anything that might give her a clue to where you had taken her. But other than a few cars passing by she couldn't get anything.

"The only thing I'm crazy about is you now give me a second. I'm coming around to get you."

Riri heard the car door slam as you exit, and a five seconds passed then you were opening hers. You took her by the arm to help her out placing both hands on her shoulders to guide her to the front door to the building. Riri stumbled a few times but was fine otherwise, and finally you brought her to a halt.

"You can take off the blindfold babe" You instructed her.

She wasted no time in yanking it off to regain her vision. Once her eyesight readjusted to the dull light as the sky was turning gray. She looked around a bit worried by what she wasn't seeing. No boat or hot air balloon just a big building in an isolated and seemingly abandoned location.

"Um babe I know I was just joking about the whole crazy thing, but this is giving slasher vibes." Riri told you with a raised eyebrow.

"Then open the door" You replied simply with a shrug.

She frowned not picking up on it right away. "How am I supposed to do that exactly. I don't own this place."

You let out a chuckle shaking your head moving forward to dig the key you gave her earlier out of her pocket. To hold it up for her to see "that's the thing babe you actually do own the building."

Riri watched in half-confusion and half-awe as you unlocked the door with the key, and pushed it open. You hit a switch and the building lit up with bright lights. And her mouth dropped at the sight before her not only was the inside of the warehouse massive, but it was filled with her stuff from the old man's garage.

All of her schematics, equations, and paperwork still held together on the boards. Her tools and equipment were resting on a work table that was new and expensive from the looks of it. Riri made her way into the building with you right behind her a grin on your face. Her dad's car, and a new motorcycle was on the other side. This one was the same make and model but the only difference was the color. It was bright red.

"I know how much you loved that motorcycle, and it was the one thing Shuri was unable to replace. That is actually a gift from her I just gave her the address, so it could be delivered here. She wanted it to be a surprise." You explained as Riri went over to run her hand along the bike's handles.

"Ma this is freaking..." Riri was unable to finish her sentence lost for words to describe how she was feeling.

"I know the old man gave you a hard time over the Feds showing up, and trashing his garage. And you were so torn up about the possibility of him kicking you out one day, or even finding out about Ironheart. I thought it was time to get your own space to work in, so you don't have to worry about those things. It was a good thing you stayed out of the garage for the past couple of days or my plan wouldn’t have worked."

Her body crashed into yours with so much force you stumbled back a few steps having to regain your footing. In order to not fall her arms were wrapped around your neck, and you leaned down into the hug securing yours around her waist.

You heard her let out a teary chuckle in your ear as she finally found her voice. "Got damn it you got me crying over this. This is literally like the best thing anyone has ever gotten me, or done for me. I mean besides my folks I don't think anyone has ever cared or loved me this much. This is the definition of a perfect gift."

"I'm glad you like it" You shot back.

"I fucking love it ma" she corrected you pulling back, and stepping away from the hug. She started rubbing her eyes to stop the flow of the tears.

"Babe come on you deserve it."

All of her insecurities from earlier returned just like that, and now Riri knew without a doubt there was no way she could ever compete with you. Heck she was starting to wonder if she even deserved you. The thoughts really wouldn't come to clash until hours later after the two of you had dinner at a casual diner. It was a low-key spot and her favorite restaurant in the city. She had taken you there a few times when the two of you started talking. You had remembered and knew she didn't want anything to fancy. Riri slipped the waiter her card when he brought up the bill before you could even think about offering.

You and Riri stumbled back into her dorm not too long after with your lips attached to her neck. One hand cupping her cheek while the other tugged at her jacket. Riri was working to get it off, and managed it right before she was pushed back onto the bed. You wasted no time yanking your shirt over your head leaving you in your new bra. Her gaze darkened as she realized you purchased new lingerie for this day, and you looked absolutely stunning in the red garter bra that left your nipples free.

You were on top of her lips on her's for a brief second leaving her breathless as you moved back down to her neck finding her sweet spot. A moan slipped free from her lips as you sucked hard on the skin trying to leave a hickey.

"Ma" she panted.

"Yeah" you murmured lifting your head with a lusty haze in your eyes. The only thing you were focused on right now as getting her out of the rest of her clothes.

"Are you going to dump me after this" Riri asked unable to mask the fear in her voice.

Just like that the mood was ruined as shock took over your features. You rolled over so you were now laying beside her, and flipped on the lamp switch. Letting the light wash over you and her so you could see her face a bit more clearly.

Riri was distraught with tears in her eyes.

"Hey hey calm down and tell me where this is coming from" You soothed her sitting up.

"I know you dumped your last ex because she didn't do enough, and you did so much for me just for Valentine's day. While I did the bare minimum and got you stupid cliche gifts. I mean your gifts showed just how well you knew me, and were actually meaningful and shit." She said burying her face into her arm while facing the wall.

"Aw Riri" you whispered scooting closer to wrap an arm around her, and pull her into you. "I didn't dump my ex over Valentine's day Riri, but for the record she didn't get me anything for the holiday. That girl didn't ever do the bare minimum at least. She was in the relationship becuase she loved having me go above and beyond for her all the time. I knew the girl was high maintenance from day one, and being the hopless romantic I am. I didn't bat an eye when it came to giving her the world. But at some point I realized she didn't love me, but was in love with the gifts and attention. Riri that's not you by a longshot.

"But- she tried to protest.

"Stop." You demanded placing a finger on her lips. Riri closed her mouth as her eyes bored into yours. "You did more than the bare minimum Riri and your gifts weren't cliche. Alright you're the first person I've dated who didn't get the disgusting heart-shaped box of chocolates. Instead you got me candy I liked, a teddybear of my favorite animal because you know how much I love dogs, and the scrapbook-" You paused to shake your head.

"Riri the scrapbook is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever gotten me on Valentine’s day. You could've picked a a cliche card signed it with a I love you, and went about your day. But you didn't " You leaned it to kiss her hard on the mouth before going on. "You could've gotten me a single rose, and a piece of candy, and called it a day.

"Out of all the Valentines I've ever had Riri you're the only to go above and beyond for me. I don't care if you had help or that it wasn't the perfect scrapbook. You put in more effort than anybody else that I've ever dated, and you do so much more for me than any of those ex's. Riri I have no intention of breaking up with you now or ever. So do me a favor and wipe those tears. I'm not use to seeing you cry and I don't like it."

Riri laughed at the last part and cleaned her teary face with the cover. "I love you too, and damn you know you make it really hard to reply back. When you recite a whole damn romance novel to declare your love for me."

"I love you is perfect Ri just like you" You told her.

"There you go again can you please just say I love you and leave it at that." Riri pleaded as you moved to hover over her again.

"Nawww you deserve more I'm going to write a book of poems about how much I love you."

Riri let out a groan and rolled over to pin you beneath her body. "What is it going to take to make you listen ma?"

"Hmmm did I mention this is another thing you got over all my ex's. God I love you."

"See that's what I'm talking about just a simple I. Love. You" Riri paused at each word her lips getting closer and closer to yours. Till finally they connected, and the two of you had the best Valentine’s day sex ever.

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Chapter 8 :3

No warnings, only fluff! Small indication to what Festus did to Sunni!

"Jeez, Cori was right, it's freezing!" Sunni told Sej, pulling the hood up so her ears stayed warm. "How does he manage in the cold?"

"Well, his last name is Snow, so I suppose he gets immunity," Sejanus mused as the two of them walked up the steps to class.

Sunni laughed softly at Sej's joke and beamed seeing Coryo waiting for them at by the door leading inside.

"Mornin, Coryo," Sejanus greeted, waving to his friend as Sunni excitedly waved up to him.

"Morning you two," the blonde boy greeted with a small smirk, seeing Sunni in his hoodie.

'My Sunshine looks quite beautiful in that shade of red; maybe I can convince her to match with me once she's ready to be dating again,' He thought to himself. He stood up straight and walked beside his friends.

"You ready to head to the Districts for the festivals next week, Coryo?" Sej asked, earning a perplexed look from Sunni.

"Festival? What festival?"

"Oh, you don't know? The lower districts, 3 through 12, hold a festival every year for the higher districts. Us here in the Capitol, and Districts 1 & 2. Only for certain families, though. The richer you are, the higher chances you'll have to go. Parents get the email and take their genius kids to the festival to relax. And you can visit any one you want all day and go to a different one whenever you want," Coryo explained, snagging an apple on the way to class. He bit into it as he continued to speak. "The quote unquote 'lower rich' don't get notified and have the week off. But yeah, Sej, I'm ready. Are you?"

"Definitely."

"...so this entire time I've been having the next week off for years...I could've been at a FESTIVAL?" Sunni was horrified; she could've been at a festival this whole time!?

"Mm, yeah, basically. I couldn't come visit you or anything," Sejanus added, seeing Sunni do an extra dramatic pout.

"Meanie," She playfully huffed out before coming to a full stop. The boys looked at her, perplexed, before turning their gazes to where hers was.

Festus.

"Ah, little miss puke canon," Festus sneered, smirking. He looked horrible—he had a swollen and split lip. His nose had some kind of bandage on it and mildly swollen but was clearly fixed. On his hands, he had bandages and splints on his fingers and seemed to look like he had bandages under his shirt from how extra... bulky he seemed to be.

"Is that you, Festus? Huh... you look worse than I imagined—actually no, I take that back. You look better now that Cori beat the hell out of you," She replied, snarkily with a glare to her ex-boyfriend.

Coryo smirked at Sunni's words, standing up straighter, being proud of himself for doing what he did. Well, he was already proud of what he did to Festus, but having Sunni say that? Shit, he was going red in places he didn't know he could be red in.

The brunette rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Oh please, and this fake blonde is any better?"

Coryo clenched his fist, ready to throw down again, and took a step forward before Sejanus grabbed him by the shoulder and Sunni put a hand on his chest.

"Cori, no," Sunni stated, pulling him by his arm to the side and away from Festus. "No more fights; let your hands heal before you reopen your wounds."

"Yeah, Coryo, you gotta heal up first before you get any more injuries," Sejanus added, guiding his best friend away so he didn't make any escape attempts to tackle Festus.

"Ugh, fine," He grumbled, rolling his eyes but not pulling his arm away from Sunni. Her touch was warm, loving, sweet, caring, and so soft. Just like how Coriolanus expected it to be. How he anticipated it to be.

The feeling made his insides burn with desire; his darling sunflower was willingly holding him and preventing him from hurting himself. Yet, she had no idea how insane she drove him. Her innocence was that of the sun's.

Bright and large—everyone knew she was as innocent as can be, yet it was deadly because of what people could do to her. What Festus has done to her.

He had to protect his sunflower from ever getting hurt again. Put her in a greenhouse to live forever and be worshipped.

As the week of the festivals approached, Sunni was getting more excited each day. Bouncing up and down, giggling about it, and choosing dresses for the week for different days and Districts.

They first day of break, Sunni had 3 suitcases of clothes ready in the foyer.

"Holy shit, Sunni... do you really need all those suitcases?" Sejanus asked, setting his singular suitcase on the ground. "That seems a bit... much."

"Of course I need it all! One suitcase is for all my dresses, one is for my shoes plus socks if I need them and other necessities, and the last one is for my hats and other accessories!" She exclaimed, beaming and gesturing each suitcase with their purpose. "And besides, their small suitcases!"

Sejanus couldn't argue with that; unlike Arache, Clemensia, or any other girl in the Academy, Sunni's bags were smaller. He had to hand it to her, she made a good point. Besides, at least she was smart at packing.

"Alright, then let's go meet up with Coryo at the station."

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Backseat Lovin’ (18+)

🔞NSFW🔞

This was truly written because of a silly little idea that I had so if this is terrible I truly apologize, this was also written in class and that would explain a lot 🫠

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

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It was around ten when Eddie drove the van to a secluded spot in the woods and the only thing giving him any kind of light was his headlights or the moon hovering over in the distance. Steve sat in the passenger seat waiting patiently for Eddie to find a perfect place to park and they can get on with tonight. After a few minutes Eddie’s van finally came to a stop underneath a few trees that if there were anyone out there with them, they’d be hidden very well. Eddie leaned back into his seat taking a deep breath before looking over towards Steve with a wide smile. Steve smiled back while blushing deeply just by the way Eddie was looking at him. Despite dating for a few months Steve couldn’t help but get butterflies in his stomach when ever Eddie did anything. Eddie let out a soft laugh as he reached his hand out and took Steve’s into his own to interlock their fingers. It’s been awhile since they even did a simple action like this because of horrible factors in their relationship, the thought made Eddie mad but he was able to quickly push those thoughts to the back of his mind.

“I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you, so much.” Eddie whispered. He pulled Steve’s hand close to his lips and kissed it softly. Steve giggled at the action making Eddie laugh also. Both of them loved when they could spend time together without any interruptions and every time it feels like their love just grows stronger for each other.

“I’ve missed you too. All this week I was trying to see you but you know how my parents are-“

“Sadly so.” Eddie interrupted the he rolled his eyes. Steve frowned at the comment and shook his head.

“Don’t say that.” Steve didn’t want to argue. He knows that his parents and Eddie aren’t exactly in a good place at the moment but he had a little bit of hope that they will be. Steve was aware that they were difficult too, it still didn’t sit right with him when Eddie would say things like that even if some of it was true.

“It’s hard not to notice that they hate me Steve. They’ve made that a point ever since our relationship started and now they’re policing when we can see each other. I have the right to be a little bit upset about that.” Eddie huffed. He didn’t want to bring this up now but Steve’s parents were starting to become the elephant in the room in all the the things they did. Steve sighed as he rubbed his hand over his forehead. The last thing he wanted was to talk about his parents right now especially since this was supposed to be his and Eddie’s night, it felt like when they weren’t there they still were. Steve squeezed Eddie’s hand softly to calm him down a little.

“Listen, I know that they’ve done a lot and once I get the chance I will talk to them about all of this. Believe me when I say that there was nothing more that I wanted to do other than be with you.” Steve meant every single word that came out of his mouth. Eddie slowly met his gaze and his eyes scanned over Steve’s face as if he was looking at the prettiest picture he’s ever seen. Steve smiled before he spoke again, “With that being said tonight isn’t about anybody else except for you and me me.”

Steve’s voice was lower than before, his eyes flickering from Eddie’s eyes to his lips in a split second. Eddie has never seen Steve’s eyes go this dark in forever and seeing him like this only made his jeans get uncomfortably tight. Before he could do anything Steve was already holding up his weight with one arm on the armrest and leaning in to kiss Eddie. He moaned lowly against Steve’s lips then placed his hand on the side of Steve’s cheek to cup it. Making the kiss deeper between them when they opened their mouths and let their tongues lick the inside of their mouths where it was warm, spit building up the more their tongues fought over dominance. Eddie won the battle as he bit Steve’s lip slightly and earning a moan from the other man. His cheeks growing red from the embarrassing sound but Eddie smirked in between the kiss finding Steve’s noises the best thing in the world, fuck he missed hearing them. Eddie was the first one to pull away and Steve whined from the loss of Eddie’s lips.

“There’s no need to get fussy baby. There’s plenty of room in the backseat where we can continue this. Sounds good?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded his head so fast that it could’ve fallen off at any second. Eddie laughed before getting out the van and Steve doing the same. Both of them walked towards the car doors in the back then opened them to reveal the spacious backseat. They crawled inside then closed the doors behind themselves, it wasn’t long until Eddie was on top of Steve and they were making out. Their bodies moved in sync while they let their hands feel over every curve and stand of hair that was falling all over the place. Eddie slid his hand down to Steve’s crotch when he started to kiss further down, ending up at Steve’s neck where he would take the skin into his mouth and bite it. Steve whined at the feeling of his neck being bit but Eddie’s hand rubbing his slowly growing erection made his hips buck. Eddie picked up the pace with his hand the further he kissed down Steve’s neck then to his collarbone that was slightly shown from his shirt. Steve ran his fingers through Eddie’s hair while throwing his head back.

“Eddie… I can’t … w-wait.” Steve whined louder than he expected. Eddie was taken aback by how vocal Steve was being tonight but he he definitely didn’t mind it. Eddie pulled away and went back to kiss Steve again, he whined through out the entire kiss as he tugged at Eddie’s shirt. He lifted up the material to slide his fingers underneath it and all of Steve’s fingers lingered on Eddie’s skin as they continued their movements. Eddie was rock hard at this point with Steve’s moans filling up the van when they kissed, he pulled away once again then moved a few inches back so he could have enough space to take the hem of Steve’s shirt and pull it over his head. He threw the shirt to the side in an instant before he leaned down and licked one of his boyfriend’s perky nipples that were obviously a sensitive spot for him because the noise he let out was truly breath taking. Eddie felt Steve’s fingers pull at his hair as he licked the sensitive bud then putting his lips around it giving it a long drawn out suck. Steve’s breathing became uneven the further down Eddie went, placing endless amounts of kissing on his stomach and hip while his fingers worked at Steve’s pants right before he pulled them down.

“You’ve already made a mess, baby. You really did miss me didn’t you?” Eddie teased. Steve’s boxers had a wet patch on the crotch and there was an outline of his throbbing erection pressed against the the thin fabric. Steve blushed as he tried to cover his face with his hands, Eddie thought it was the cutest thing. Eddie smiled when he pulled Steve’s pants further down then threw them to where his shoe was laying. He took his hands and held the back of Steve’s thighs while positioning himself between his legs. Steve moaned lowly when the unexpected feeling of Eddie’s lips kissed the damp area and he sucked the outline of Steve’s tip. Eddie had to hold Steve’s hips down when he started to thrust upward trying to get more from Eddie.

“We don’t have all night stop… teasing me.” Steve breathed. He looked down at Eddie with eyebrows furrowed and taking his foot to give Eddie a nudge. Eddie let out a muffled groan but he knew Steve was right and they had to be quick. Thinking about being rushed made him pissed in a quick second. Eddie didn’t waste any more time and slid Steve’s boxers down in one swift motion letting the cool air hit his painfully throbbing cock that had precum leaking from the tip. He opened Steve’s legs wider for more access then Eddie wrapped his hands fully around Steve’s base giving it a few strokes. Eddie licked the pretty pink tip slowly, his tongue swirling over Steve’s slit that was begging for attention. Steve looked down at Eddie being so generous with his cock that he could’ve came just from the sight. Eddie made sure to make eye contact when he took all of Steve into his mouth hungrily and deeply, the feeling of precum dripping down his throat. Steve cried out while finding a way to Eddie’s hair and tightening his grip in the already messy curls. Eddie let Steve push him down Til his nose was buried deep in the few pubic hairs that Steve had. He thrusted into Eddie’s mouth without warning and Eddie sloppily licked every vein that decorated Steve’s cock. Steve didn’t hold back when it came to his sounds, he was in so much bliss that he forgot that even though they couldn’t be seen they could still be heard. Eddie pulled off but with his hand still stroking the base he looked up at Steve.

“These doors aren’t thin sweetheart and hikers can come out here at anytime. You don’t want them to hear those pretty sounds of yours do you?” Eddie asked softly against Steve’s base. Steve shook his head no and muffled his whimpers with his hand. Eddie smirked, “Good boy.”

Eddie went back to work with pleasing Steve and he couldn’t help but get worked up himself. For awhile he palmed himself through his own jeans as Steve pulled on his hair making him moan around his cock desperately. Just by the way Steve’s body was creating these movements he knew that he was on the verge of coming. Before that could happen Eddie pulled away and a needy sound escaped Steve’s lips. Eddie kissed Steve briefly then removed his own clothes and discarded them too. He took his fingers and covered them with spit, Eddie lifted Steve’s leg a little before placing his finger against his hole. Steve flinched at the uncomfortable feeling of Eddie’s fingers slowly pushing into him. Tears filled his eyes when another finger was added and he bit his lip trying not to make a sound. Eddie kissed Steve’s cheeks where the tears had fallen while kissing his lips softly.

“I know it hurts, next time I’ll bring something I promise.” Eddie whispered in Steve’s ear. Steve could look past the pain as long as Eddie was the one he would be with. He wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck to pull him into a deep kiss, this on was softer and gentler than before. Eddie was sliding his fingers out of Steve stretching him as he added more digits. After a few seconds he removed them from Steve’s hole, he leaned up slightly to align himself with his entrance. Eddie didn’t move until it was clear that Steve was fully on board. Steve nodded his head giving Eddie the green light and he slowly pushed his tip through the tight muscles that clenched around him instantly. Both of them groaned at the intensity of pleasure that came over them all at once. “Fuck you’re so tight, Steve.”

“Eddie! Stop fucking around and move alr-“ Steve’s complaint was cut short by a moan that was caught in his throat when Eddie thrusted into him. Steve threw his head back while digging his nails into the car seat and tugging on the seatbelt when Eddie continued to thrust harder. Eddie roughly letting his cock disappear inside of Steve then propping his leg up on his shoulder to get a better angle only made Steve scream out incoherent words and rambling with every moment Eddie diid. That always did the trick when Steve would get a little chatty, Eddie would have to fuck him like a complete slut just so he knows who’s in charge.

“What were you saying?” Eddie purred knowing that the only response from Steve wasn’t going to make any sense. Steve could barely move a muscle and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. His stomach crated a mold for Eddie’s cock the deeper it went inside of him, every single thrust was faster and rougher than just a few minutes ago. Eddie created his own pace that made his cock slam into Steve repeatedly and hitting his sensitive spot. Steve felt his entire body tense up along with his cock twitching, he was about to cum at any moment. Eddie moved swiftly with his movements and continued to go faster until he could feel his legs tightening at the harsh way he was moving. Both of them met each other in the middle to kiss letting their hands explore their bodies. With a few more thrusts Eddie was coming in Steve hard and it spilled out of him like a never ending waterfall, filling him up with Eddie’s seed. Steve came with a moan as it got on him and Eddie’s stomach.

“Look at the mess you made.” Eddie joked while pointing to Steve’s cum on him. Steve rolled his eyes before pointing at the mess that Eddie made a few seconds ago.

“That’s rich coming from you.” Steve said breathily. He smiled as mmm my Eddie when he pulled him in for another kiss and both of them smiled against each other’s lips. They didn’t realize how much they missed each other until they finally got together again. This showed them that being separated could never happen again, no matter who told them to do so.

“Okay, now let’s get this baby back before Wayne wakes up for work.” Eddie said in a hurry. Steve gasped then smacked the back of Eddie’s head. “Ow! What was that for?”

“You took the van even though Wayne had work, what the hell.” Steve said angrily when he started to grab his clothes from off the floor. Eddie shrugged not really seeing the problem if they get it back in time.

“I just really wanted to see you is that such a crime?” Eddie made his voice sweet and innocent. Luckily for him Steve was in a very good mood to yell at him at the moment.

“You’re off the hook tonight but we’re definitely talking about this later.” Steve said firmly as he poked his finger into Eddie’s chest. The mischievous smirk on his face made Steve wave his hand dismissively and both them hurried to get dress.