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jubshead ยท 3 days ago
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๐Œ๐จ๐œ๐œ๐ข๐จ๐ฌ๐š
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Paring: Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary: The only person who could ruin a vacation in Italy was your stepmother, but what if she made it unexpectedly better?
A/N: Okay, so this was inspired by the second season of White Lotus and the title is in italian because I thought the english word was too crude.
I hope this isnโ€™t too OOC, let me know!
This isnโ€™t beta read and english isnโ€™t my mother language, so bear with me.
Warnings: Face slapping, non-consensual spanking, dubious consent, unwanted arousal, degradation kink, face sitting.
I hope I didnโ€™t leave anything behind, but if I did let me know.
Word count: 3.1k
Date: Nov 05, 2024
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!
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Tag list: @jmkjournalblog @thecavalrywife @yourbasicqueerie @polaris-likethestar @riosslut @maevaofendora @yippie-kai-gay @w1theredroz3 (sorry for tagging you guys again, Iโ€™m making a few adjustments)
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The sun shines through the blowing white curtains and into the bedroom. The last few days in Sicily were cloudy, and as pleasant as they had been, youโ€™ve been longing for a day at the beach. The weather today was perfect for spending time in a bikini and staying at the hotel, not visiting any tourist spots or museums.
Italy is breathtaking. College was wearing you out, so spending a few weeks away from the student mentality is doing you good, it also helps that your father is paying for everything, even if it doesnโ€™t erase the complicated relationship you two had.
Waking up early is mandatory in every vacation and today was especially easy. As soon as you had taken a peek at the open window of your room, you got out of bed. The constant tiredness you felt from your routine had vanished a few days into the city, and you were excited to make the most of it.
Skin glistening with sunscreen, you head downstairs for breakfast. The buffet was set up on a covered balcony with the chairs outside, where you could enjoy the view of the italian architecture as you ate. Grabbing a few fruits and a spoonful of eggs, you head out to find an empty table, only to catch sight of your fatherโ€™s raised arm moving left and right to get your attention.
This vacation would be perfect if it werenโ€™t for them.ย 
โ€œGood morning.โ€ You say, settling on one of the chairs.
Your greeting goes unanswered. Your father is back on his phone and your stepmother gives you a mouth pressed smile, doesnโ€™t bother pretending she likes you. Every time you were in their presence, you felt like throwing up. Besides the fact that your father is 30 years older than her, you still hate both of them for the affair they had while your parents were together.ย 
Youโ€™ve always known your father was an asshole, but adultery was the final straw. The only reason you kept in contact with him was because of your mother. The saint she was, begged you to not distance yourself from him, scared you would be alone when she was gone, and how could you not grant a dying womanโ€™s wish?
Rio was a cunt, but you couldn't deny that she was attractive. Your father wanting to stay with her wasn't a huge surprise. It was pretty clear, though, that the feeling wasnโ€™t reciprocated. She was obviously with him for the money, and you were pretty sure she was cheating on him. Karma is a bitch, after all, and your dadโ€™s time has finally come.ย 
Eating your meal slowly, you enjoy the light breeze blowing your hair back. Cargo navy blue shorts and an open white button shirt hide away your black bikini and when you stretch your arms up, you feel eyes on you. Turning towards your stepmother, youโ€™re greeted with sunglasses covered eyes and a similar blouse to yours, her brown hair is down.ย 
โ€œI have to get some work done, so I wonโ€™t be able to spend the day with you.โ€ Your father tells you, finally looking up from the phone.
โ€œThatโ€™s fine.โ€ You reply, shoving a spoonful of papaya into you mouthย 
Oh, thank goodness you wouldn't have to stay with them today.ย 
โ€œRio will go to the beach with you, though.โ€ย 
Your eye twitch at that. Glancing in her direction, you see her tongue poking into her cheek and a side smile, clearly enjoying your suffering.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m sure she would like to do something else. โ€œ You try.ย 
โ€œNo, no. I want you to spend time together, get to know each other.โ€ Your father and his need to make you two close, this whole trip was all about that and yet you still avoid her like you have done all these years. Youโ€™ve never wanted any kind of relationship with her and that wasnโ€™t about to change.ย 
โ€œWhatever.โ€ You breathe out.ย 
โ€œCome up to our room. Rio needs to change and I can give you girls some cash to go out and buy a few clothes.โ€ Yeah, that wasn't going to happen. Spending as much time away from her as possible was one of your goals in this vacation.
He leaves his uneaten breakfast on the table and gets up.ย 
โ€œFine.โ€ You concede.ย 
In the hallway, they walk ahead of you and you take a moment to watch them. Your father moves with the confidence of a rich white man with a plastic filled face. Heโ€™s in his 70's and doesnโ€™t have the worst body, but if Rio was putting up with him because of money, it must be torture. She was clearly above his level, with black hair, slim body and defined arms. Anyone could see that. She had a powerful aura and walked with a sway to her hips.ย 
You look up when you realize youโ€™re staring at her ass.ย 
The white door opens up with your dad's key card. Their bedroom is huge. The entrance leads to a living room with two couches and a coffee table. At the parallel wall to the entry, a large door opens to a balcony with a beautiful view of the mountains, the water constantly crashing against the rocks. Their bed is on the left side and is separated by a bow shaped wall, the other side of the room is the bathroom. It has a big counter with multiple beauty products.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m off. Thereโ€™s a computer room downstairs, if anyone needs me, Iโ€™ll be there.โ€ He hands you three hundred dollars and goes to kiss Rio.ย 
He holds her waist firmly and she turns her head before his lips contact with hers. She pushes him slightly back and pat his shoulders, you hold in your laugh.ย 
โ€œOkay then.โ€ He mutters embarrassed, ruffling your hair on his way out.
It doesnโ€™t take 10 seconds after he leaves for you to turn to her and say. โ€œLook, we donโ€™t have to do this. I donโ€™t want to spend time with you and Iโ€™m sure the sentiment is mutual.โ€ย 
She fake gasps at you, eyebrows raised and smirks. โ€œYouโ€™re gonna hurt my feelings.โ€ย 
Rolling your eyes, you head to the bathroom to wash your hands, they feel sticky after eating the fruits from breakfast. You hear some movement in the bedroom and assume Rio is grabbing her bikini. The wardrobe door closes shut and you glance up in the mirror to watch your stepmother's figure walking behind you. Youโ€™re one step away from moving out of the restroom when she slips her blouse and shorts off.ย 
Time seems to stop as you watch her with her back to you, her ass is completely bare and you stare as she first ties the top knots of the two-piece. She bends to pull up the bottoms and you look down to your hands, your breath comes out shallowly, the image buried into your mind.
โ€œBoo.โ€ A voice says, her breath ghosts your ear and you try to hide your startlement.ย 
Looking up, you purse your lips. Sheโ€™s standing a foot behind you and smiles smugly in your direction. When you turn around, her face is closer than you expected.
โ€œWhat do you want?โ€ You ask sharply.
โ€œWhat do I want?โ€ She repeats slowly, her fingers running through your hair ends. โ€œYou tell me.โ€ She stares into your eyes and you squint, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back.
โ€œFuck off.โ€ You let out an incredulous laugh. โ€œI always knew you were a whore, but this is beyond anything Iโ€™d have expected.โ€ย 
โ€œWhy? Are you still mad at me because of mommy?โ€ She teases with a fake pout.ย 
Your entire face closes off and you take a step towards her.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t talk about my mother. You could never be half of the woman she was.โ€ย 
โ€œOh, yeah? Your father would disagree.โ€ย 
The reaction is instantaneous. Your palm stings from the contact and you gape at her, surprised at your own slap. With your hand frozen in midair, you observe as her head turns back in your direction, her cheek is stained by red fingers and she lets out a breathy laugh, running her digits through it.ย 
โ€œYou are gonna regret that.โ€ย 
The apology that was about to come out of your mouth is cut off by the yank on your scalp, your body is forcefully rotated towards the sink and you hold the impact with your palms. The tug in your hair makes your back bend in an uncomfortable way and your neck aches as itโ€™s pulled back. Rio pressed firmly against your arched ass and rested her chin on your shoulder, looking at your startled face through the reflection. Her nails sink in your flesh.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ You breathe out, partially scared and slightly aroused.ย 
โ€œHas anyones ever told you that youโ€™re a brat?โ€ She avoids your question with one with her own, you feel fingers running down your waist.ย 
โ€œHas anyone ever told you?โ€ You return.ย 
She scoffs as her mouth breaks into a grin, shaking her head left and right. The digits you felt moving through your covered skin grip you with full force and move to the front of your shorts, unbuttoning it. Panic flashes in your eyes as she pushes it down. You struggle against her hold and she pulls your hair harder.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t fight it, sweetheart.โ€ย 
Breath catches in your throat when her fingers grab a handful of your bare ass.ย 
โ€œDo you know how I tame a brat?โ€ She whispers in your ear and answers her own question. โ€œI teach her a lesson.โ€ย 
The sound of her palm colliding with your backside echoes off the white walls and your surprised yelp follows it. The slap doesnโ€™t hurt, you could bet Rio didnโ€™t put all her strength into it, the worst part, for sure, is that it felt good. The sting brings a delicious burn to your skin and you prevent yourself from asking for more.
The second time it happens, you grab harder into the counter. Words seem to fail you and you stand still, this whole thing feels like a fever dream. You look up at the mirror and see Rioโ€™s eyes completely fixated on your ass, she smoothes her hands through it and you shudder.ย 
The one that follows is firmer and you groan, unable to contain yourself. Goosebumps mark your skin and your body reacts to the pain, shifting uncomfortably against your bikini.
โ€œWhat? Cat got your tongue?โ€ She asks, raising her brows and giving you a maniac grin.
โ€œFuck you.โ€ย 
She โ€˜tsksโ€™ behind you and hums, slapping you three times in a row. The reaction is instantaneous and you hate yourself for pushing your ass back against her.ย 
โ€œWhoโ€™s the whore now?โ€ She asks in your ear and laughs.ย 
The taunting worsens your condition. Slick gathers in your underwear and you bite your lips, stressed by the way your body is reacting to your step mother. She doesnโ€™t give you any type of relief and smacks you two more times. This torture seems to be going on forever, but youโ€™ve only counted seven slaps. You had no idea how long it would last.
Youโ€™re about to speak when she strikes you one more time, with an open mouth, you arenโ€™t able to contain the moan that escapes you and your face lights up like a christmas tree.
โ€œYou are so cute when you blush, sweetheart.โ€ She tells you and licks your ear, her palm massages your sore butt and she adds. โ€œEverytime we meet, I just want to have you all to myself.โ€ She pulls back and looks at your pitiful position. Arched back, red ass and shorts bunched up mid-thigh, she runs tongue over her teeth. โ€œWhen I saw the opportunity today, I just knew I had to take it. Itโ€™s so easy to rile you up and the fact that you hate me only makes it all the more delicious.โ€ You shudder at her words.ย 
She is fucking mental.ย 
She surprises you for a second time with a spank. Tears well up in your eyes, the sting is worse than before and your arousal is burning you up from inside. The whole situation is making you dizzy, you feel like youโ€™d fall down if Rio wasnโ€™t holding you so tightly. Your neck hurts and you almost beg her to stop, but you couldnโ€™t handle the humiliation, so you face it like a big girl.ย 
She delivers two more and you screw your eyes shut. One tear runs down your face and you feel Rio releasing the grip on your hair, turning you around to face her.ย 
โ€œTen slaps, thatโ€™s all. No need to cry.โ€ She runs her thumb over your wet cheek.ย 
The sink presses against your backside and the cold of it helps with the burn, with your eyes still closed, you take a deep breath. Youโ€™re still in shock.ย 
โ€œDid you learn your lesson?โ€ She asks, her palms holding your wrist against your breasts.ย 
You stare at her for a second. Laughing at her smirk, you spit right in her face. She closes her eyes, whipping the dripping saliva with her fingers. Her entire face closes off, her patience seems to have run thin.ย 
She doesnโ€™t say anything else, turns around and pulls you by the forearm. You struggle against her hold, but sheโ€™s stronger than you expected. Losing your balance when she throws you on the mattress, you donโ€™t have time to get up before sheโ€™s upon you, holding your wrist above your head and kissing you roughly.
You hate yourself for it, but it doesnโ€™t take 5 seconds for you to kiss her back. Sheโ€™s in full control of the kiss and you writhe beneath her, failing to release your arms. Her tongue runs against yours and you can barely breathe from the intensity, your head spinning.ย 
One of her hands runs down your side to the bikini bottom.ย 
You suck in a breath when she separates.ย 
โ€œI could eat you alive in this, couldnโ€™t take my eyes off you at breakfast.โ€ She tells you, licking your cheek.ย 
Her hand brushes the black fabric before pushing it aside, you are embarrassed by your state. Her fingers run through your wet folds, circling your entrance as you whine, desperate to be fucked.
โ€œYou are pathetic.โ€ She says close to your face.ย 
Fuck your body for reacting the way it shouldnโ€™t. The degradation turns you on even more and you feel your resolve crumbling. Rio chuckles at the intern battle she sees in your eyes.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t worry, you wonโ€™t have to use that pretty little head of yours for long.โ€ย 
She rolls off of you. The opportunity to escape presents itself and you donโ€™t move an inch, with your wetness sticking to your thighs, you just want Rio to have her way with you. She smirks at you and crawls up your body until sheโ€™s stradling your ribs.ย 
She doesn't put her full weight on you as she squeezes your cheeks and says. โ€œLetโ€™s see if this mouth is good for anything other than being disrespectful.โ€
You barely have time to understand the implication before her cunt completely shadows your vision. Her bikini is set aside and she pushes her hips down, making you grip her thighs in an attempt to control her pace. Giving up on your moral high ground, you lick a stripe up her lower lips. She hums on top of you and grinds down, her juices smear on your chin and youโ€™ve only just begun. Apparently you werenโ€™t the only one affected by the spanking.
Focusing your attention elsewhere, you leave a hard bite on her inner thigh, taking your hatred on her skin. She moans and sits completely on your face, making it impossible to breathe.ย 
โ€œYou better get to work, sweetheart.โ€ She mocks you and amends. โ€œBefore you pass out.โ€
You fully believe sheโ€™d let that happen so with renewed energy, you grab into her butt and grind her center against your face. Your tongue circles her entrance before going in. Hearing her hand grab the headboard, you begin to move in and out. Your pace is rapid and she seems to enjoy it as she starts to ride your face. Sucking her lower lips makes her groan on top of you, so you repeat the motion and squeeze a handful of her ass, making her moan.ย 
With little breath, you stick your tongue out and let her chase her own orgasm. She slowly moves in circular motion and spreads her juices around your face. Her movement picks up speed and within seconds sheโ€™s bouncing against your mouth. You grip her ass tightly and feel your nose bumping against her clit.ย 
She becomes a moaning mess on top of you.ย 
For someone who canโ€™t breathe, however, eternity seems to pass as you struggle to keep up with her. She is clearly on the edge and trying to reach her peak, so, in a last attempt to get her off of you, you run your tongue all the way up before sucking her clit as hard as you can.ย 
Her movement comes to a halt and you feel her body tensing up, her thighs tighten around your head and your ears ring from the pressure. Her orgasm finally hits and she shudders on top of you, breathing heavily and letting out unrestrained moans.ย 
She collapses beside you and you take the biggest gulp of air you can manage. Your breathing is as ragged as hers and you curse yourself for having a weakness for older women, this shouldn't have happened.ย 
Silence befalls you for about a minute as Rio gathers herself and you contemplate your life choices. As soon as her breathing is slower, she gets up on her knees in the bed. All your previous worries leave your mind as soon as sheโ€™s back upon you, straddling your waist and biting her lips.
She kisses you and grasps the wrists that hold her face, you press your center against hers and let out a whine when she pulls back and gets out of the bed. With a puzzled face, you sit up and ask.
โ€œWhere are you going?โ€ย 
โ€œTo the beach.โ€ She simply says, grabbing a sun hat and putting it on.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ You rapidly blink.
โ€œYou heard me.โ€ Her face breaks into the biggest grin youโ€™ve ever seen in her sulking face.ย 
โ€œRio.โ€ You whine like a petulant child.ย 
She comes towards you and gives you a long peck. Your mouth follows hersย  as she pulls away.
โ€œBrats donโ€™t get rewards.โ€ She states and heads for the door, exiting the room with a witchy cackle as you throw yourself back onto the bed.ย 
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sheila--e ยท 2 months ago
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you know I'm hindsight i never thought about being aro cuz.. I never thought about romance ever. Like, while everyone around me was thinking about dating and relationship drama well I was playing pirated Minecraft and making my villagers suffer through intricate, saw esque traps I created to make them suffer.
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arminsumi ยท 8 days ago
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. . . ๐ฌ๐ข๐ค๐ž, ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
Gojo Satoru
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โ–บ 'Love, love, love, I want your love... you and me could write a bad romance.'
+ Warnings: MDNI/18+ content, smut, kinda slowburn/enemies to lovers, bullying/toxicity, obsession, dom โ†’ sub!Gojo, some degradation, namecalling (slโ˜…t), rough sโ˜…x, riding his abs, fโ˜…ngering, some hatefโ˜…cking
+ Tags: @ciggrx
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๐–๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก?
This is what you've been wondering since you started at this college. It feels surreal, watching how people fawn over ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ, how they desperately โ€” desperately โ€” follow after his wake. His hoard of brainwashed admirers make it even harder for you to stand up to him, because they're convinced that he can do no wrong.
๐’๐ž๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ž, so your attempts to retaliate just earn a wide grin from him. He just thinks you're cute, assuming you're flirting with him, so he purrs back "Don't turn me on now." like you've just confessed how much you want to ride him.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ, ridiculing everything you like. Your music taste? "That's so basic." he scoffs, but when he goes home that night he's listening to each and every song that you mentioned, thinking of you.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ voice is always sweetened when he talks to you. No, it's not sweetened for anyone else; his words are so venomous but those saccharine syllables throw you off.
๐‡๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, hurrying to his car as soon as morning classes end to jerk off in the backseat. Leaky and twitchy, his cock stands upright with only one thought on its mind and that's to be inside you. He throws his head back while giving himself quick strokes, thinking about all the times you've sassed him back, flirted back. Tightening his jaw, Satoru gets off to the fantasy of you obsessing over him โ€” instead of how it really is.
๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž, openly admitting at parties that he'd "show you heaven" if he had fifteen minutes alone with you. Legs spread wide as he's sat, staring, taking a sip of his drink, Satoru whispers something about you to Suguru โ€” causing his best friend to blush and smack his shoulder, muttering a scornful "Don't talk about girls like that, Satoru."
๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐š๐ญ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ, where Satoru's attention is just plastered all over you. You're late? He's asking people where Miss Bunny is. You walk into the room? He sees you before you see him. You say something? He's straining his ears. You're dressed in a tight dress? He's thinking about peeling it off your body just before he slides into you. Oh, you brought a date with? He's going to mutter some terrible rumor into their ear so that by the end of the night you're all alone, just like he wants.
Once your date is gone, Satoru will make his way over to you, slide into the seat that's too small for two people โ€” he'll press his thigh against yours, leaning over you like he's got no sense of personal space. "All alone? Need me to keep you company?" he grins, looking down at you. It only makes him grin wider when you playfully push his face away, "Have you been kissing girls all night with breath this bad?"
"Don't like the smell of liquor, huh? Then I take it you're not down for... ah never mind." he stops mid-sentence, just to tease you, smirking to himself when he sees your eyes light up with a attention.
๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ, not expecting your reciprocation. The taste of liquor is sharp on his tongue, mixing with the flavor of your mouth โ€” something he's been dying to taste.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ usually the center of attention, but now he's pulling you to the side, tongue exploring your mouth, lips plastered all over you like he's never felt someone better than you. It's just a party, and you're just horny, and he's just there; that's what you're telling yourself as you try to justify why your hands are on his chest.
๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, leading you to the backseat of his car. "I hate you." you murmur against his lips, "Shut up and spread your legs." is all that he responds with before his hand finds its way down to your clothed pussy. He squeezes it, smiling about how small it feels in his palm.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ with you when he pleasures you with his fingers in the backseat of his car, his clit massaging feeling too good, his fingertip perfectly positioned. "You're so pretty." he says in adoration โ€” totally forgetting about who he is as he watches you shiver and moan from the circling of his fingertips around your puffy clit. "Is it too much?" he whispers, easing the pressure, "Oh, you like it? You want more? Okay, pretty girl. I'll give you more. You just lay back and enjoy yourself."
๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, claiming that you imagined it all. You want more and he calls you a 'bitch in heat' with a grin on his face, like he's not the one who stared intently into your eyes while you came all over his fingers that night.
๐“๐จ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ asks Suguru to ask how you're doing, what you're up to โ€” are you're free on the weekend? And Suguru just sighs in compliance, thinking lower and lower of his best friend because god, how pathetically prideful can one man be? "Just text her." he tells him, to which Satoru responds "No way. That would give her the satisfaction of knowing that I'm interested." and here is where Suguru groans, "Oh my God, what dumb games are you two playing with each other? She says she can't tell you she likes you, and you say you can't give her the satisfaction ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ you're both insane."
Satoru's eyes light up, "She said she likes me?! When was this? Was she joking? Did she look like she was joking? You can tell by the way the left corner of her lip curls. What are you groaning about! This is serious, Suguru! Take me seriously! What else has she said about me? Does she like my hair? Ask her if she likes my hair. And ask her what her favorite ice cream is โ€” is she lactose intolerant? Suguru, don't walk away from me. I need this information and you're my spy. Come on, I'll pay you."
๐€๐ง๐ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐, needing a cigarette each time he watches the two of you "fight like you're gonna fuck". Each time you storm off, leaving behind a Satoru who's smiling like a jackass and a Suguru who's shaking his head at his best friend, it seems like it's the last time you'll let Satoru ridicule you.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, asking Suguru where Satoru is. "I thought you said you hated him and never wanted to see him again?" he sighs, "Never mind. He was asking for you too. Yeah, he's in the hall."
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ accuses you of liking his best friend โ€” to which you reassure him that you do not, as if you're his girlfriend. In fact, the argument in the hall goes down like you two are a fighting couple. But of course, while up in your face, Satoru's eyes are on your lips; it's not long before he's crashing onto your lips with a hateful kiss, like he's lost his mind and it's somewhere in your mouth.
๐€๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ kisses are so hard that the force of them pins you to the wall โ€” and god, he loves your whimpers. Every noise that he elicits out of you causes his lips to spread into a naughty smile; he keeps kissing you through this smile, lips wet and sore.
. . . ๐€๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ thrusts are so hard that the force of them makes your thighs and ass jiggle. He feels your hole contract tightly around his cock โ€” and god, he moans like a bitch in heat.
It's so funny, because he accuses you that you moan like a bitch in heat. "Aw, you're so in love with your bully's big cock, aren't you?" he taunts.
The only correct response is a cheeky one; "Says you; you fuck me like you haven't gotten pussy in years." he hears this, then draws out his cock and slams it back in with a force that makes your eyes roll back. He pounds into you harder, hitting spots that all your exes failed to reach, moaning even more pathetically than before.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ babbles when he's close, "You love me, right? Tell me you love me. Please, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard if you say it."
But immediately after, he pretends like he never begged for any of that, and pretends like his cock didn't twitch and throb and spurt cum instantly when he heard you proclaim love for him.
๐‡๐š๐ญ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ? ๐Ž๐ก, ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž. He loves telling you how much he hates your guts while he's deep in them. He loves making a sloppy mess of you as he claims that he hates you and everything you stand for, feeling how sticky and wet you get at his growling voice. He loves how your greedy hole slicks not just his cock but also his abs, which he tauntingly accuses you of perving on.
๐Ž๐ก, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž, he holds your hips down hard against his stomach and flexes his muscles against your pussy. "Look at that face, you love this don't you?" he grunts, feeling you slide back and forth over him, "I shoulda cum over myself first and let you ride me like that, huh? You'd love feeling my cum all over your pussy, wouldn't you?"
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ loves cornering you after classes, pressing and grinding his growing erection into your tinier body. "Feel how hard I am โ€” yeah, feel how much I fucking hate you, little slut." he coos against your lips, all up in your face, guiding your hand to his cock.
Of course, you can't even bother resisting the urge to squeeze it, can't even bother hiding how much you want him to ruin you with it. It just makes him grin, seeing you slowly fall apart and heat up after a few minutes of touching.
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, and he's told you "Don't test me, I'm not afraid to make you an ex. What do you mean we're not dating? Then why do you moan my name on my dick like I'm your man?" and he's crawled back to you, apologizing.
"I didn't mean it, I was just being an asshole for no reason. Come on, will you come tonight? Everyone's going to be there." he pleads you, eyes persuading you as they always do.
Because of course, he can't attend dumb frat parties without you anymore. To quote what he told Suguru, poutingly over the phone, after begging his best friend to help convince you to come; "What's the point of going if she isn't there? The whole purpose of my outfit this year is to scare the shit out of her... and then fuck the shit out of her. Don't you cringe at me, Suguru, it was your idea! No, you weren't joking! Don't play it off now! You literally told me that she has a kink for that โ€” wait a minute, how'd you find out about that... DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!"
๐€๐ง๐ฒ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง, rubbing his dick into you from behind, claiming that he's gonna "Make you scream just like that" again and again tonight, right here in this bathroom. He makes sure to pronounce his muscles, to flex them, to really remind you how much stronger and taller and bigger he is.
๐Ž๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐? ๐๐จ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐โ€ฆ "It's you who's obsessed with me; just feel how wet you are." he groans, fingers stuffed knuckle-deep inside your pussy. He stares into your eyes intensely as you orgasm on his fingers, intently watching how your lips form his favorite 'o' shape.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ loves your weak holes, loves your expressions, loves how you crawl back to him for more even though he treats you so bad sometimes.
His nastiness turns you on but at some point, you think enough is enough; you turn the tables on him.
๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐, because the girl he's obsessed with isn't obsessed with him anymore. He nags you to go on a date with him, he softens his eyes, holds you more gently โ€” "Stop ignoring me." he whines like a child.
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ฌ to beg you to go out with him, to kiss him just one more time, to come back to his bed, to sit on his face, "I can prove to you that heaven's on my tongue. What? No, no. I didn't mean all of that. I know I was a jerk to you back then, but please, just give me another chance."
๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, following after your shadow. But now he's the one at your mercy; you lead him by the hand upstairs to empty rooms during those dumb frat parties, and you ride him until he whimpers like a bitch in heat. "Close already? It's only been fifteen minutes, Satoru. What happened to your stamina?" you taunt him, "Keep it together."
Now riding Satoru pulls the most pathetic sounds out of his pretty lips. His sensitive cock twitches and jumps at just the sight of you, of course it's throbbing and bursting with cum within ten minutes. Sometimes less. And what does he babble as he's about to cum? "Please don't stop." in the most pathetic tone of voice.
๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, grovels at your feet, mumbles in agreement to the things you want to do. He's just caved in, totally given up on acting tough and mean, given up on pretending that he hates everything you like โ€” he wonders to himself, why did he waste so much time being an asshole? He could have just sat there, like he is now, listening to you yap with hearts in his eyes.
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, "๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ"!๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ'๐ฌ totally smitten, desperate for your attention. Suguru's always commenting on how you've changed him for the better, while Satoru denies having changed at all.
But let his actions speak for his change. He's always cancelling those dumb frat parties to make plans with you. You want to see this new fancy restaurant? Hold on, he's got to buy you a glittery dress for the occasion. What if we went to the seaside? That's not overly romantic, is it? Ring shopping? Relax, he's just a college student, he's not going to propose to you. Buying a diamond ring is just a personal investment for his future.
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๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐ ! ๐‡๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ: ๐€๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐‹๐ข๐›๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ
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IDIOTS IN LOVE
Steve Rogers x F! Reader
incl. Natasha, Wanda, Bucky and Tony
Summary: Being in love with Steve Rogers isnโ€™t easy with all the dates Natasha sets him up with. One day youโ€™ve had enough and ask her to set you up, something youโ€™ve never let her before โ€“ and a certain blonde isnโ€™t too pleased.
Warnings: Angst to fluff! Jealous! Steve and Jealous! Reader. Misunderstandings. Two blind idiots in love with each other. 4.3k words.
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โ€œOkay, Iโ€™m off to bed,โ€ You said through a yawn and got up from the chair youโ€™d been sitting in for the past hours, drinking and chatting with Natasha and Wanda.
Natasha took a sip from her glass, before asking, โ€œSee you in the morning for our run?โ€
โ€œCount me in,โ€ You nodded and walked towards the exit, your head facing Natasha, โ€œGoodnight ladies.โ€ The second you faced away, something tall crashed into you, making you trip on your own feet.
โ€œWoah careful, doll!โ€ A familiar voice said, as a hand grabbed you by your waist to steady you, โ€œAre you okay, angel?โ€
โ€œSteve! Oh- Thanks!โ€ You felt a bit embarrassed as he was still holding onto you, his blue eyes looking down at you with what seemed like concern. His face was close, so very close, and his lips-
โ€œSteve youโ€™re back!โ€ Natasha cheered from behind you, interrupting the moment, โ€œHow was your date?โ€
You immediately felt your heart drop at her question. Steve had been on a date. Again. You took a step away from the super soldier, looking down as he shifted his attention to Natasha, โ€œIt was good.โ€
You snuck out of the room in the blink of an eye, not wanting to hear about yet another one of Steves โ€˜goodโ€™ dates that never lead to a second one. Couldnโ€™t he just choose one of the girls and make it official? That way you had no reason to hold onto the hope that he just might, someday, reciprocate your feelings.
You didnโ€™t see the disappointment in Steveโ€™s face when you suddenly disappeared out of sight.
You woke up in the morning with a burning headache. Partly because of the wine last night, but mostly because of Steve keeping you awake for hours. You always stayed to hear how his dates went, but it was always the same: โ€œIt was good, but there wonโ€™t be a second one, Iโ€™m afraid. Better luck next time Nat.โ€
Though what if it was different this time? What if he finally found the one? Your thoughts and feeling of regret were interrupted by a harsh knocking on your bedroom door.You knew it was Natasha and got out of bed. The floor felt extra cold this morning.
โ€œIโ€™ll be down in five!โ€ You yelled trough the door and went to get dressed for your run. After swallowing some painkillers for your headache, you left your room to meet the redhead, desperately in need to get some fresh air.
You and Natasha jogged from the Avengers compound and ended up in the nearest park. As you felt the morning sun warming your skin, you felt a little relief lift off your shoulders. You needed this.
The two of you sat down at a bench, kind of like creeps, observing the civilians enjoying their own morning.
A dolled-up lady was walking her dog, or more like, the dog was walking her. You shared a laugh with Natasha at the sight. Your eyes followed her movements, watching as she passed a little girl blowing soap-bubbles. The little one let her tongue out to taste the bubbles, only for her nose to scrunch up in disgust.
โ€œCute.โ€ Natasha commented from beside you. You smiled and let your eyes wander along with the bubbles flying away, which popped right next to an older couple holding hands. โ€œAww, look at them!โ€ You commented.
The husband of the old couple, smacked his ladyโ€™s butt, growing a mischievous grin on his face. โ€œNow, thatโ€™s cute.โ€ Natasha commented this time.
โ€œI know! Old people are the cutest.โ€
โ€œI can only partly agree with you there. Buck and Steve are quite the old men,โ€ Natasha laughed, โ€œWouldnโ€™t call them cute.โ€
You chuckled lightly as your eyes left the old couple. To you, Steve was so much more than cute. He was the kindest, most caring man youโ€™d ever met. He always listened to your small and bigger problems. He was always willing to drop everything to help you out. He was always by your side whenever you got hurt on a mission. You had no doubt he cared for you, and yetโ€ฆ he still went on all those dates like you werenโ€™t even an option. He made you feel so special and loved, and you werenโ€™t even each otherโ€™s. Oh, how lucky the one who wins his heart would be.
โ€œY/N? Earth to--โ€
โ€œOh, sorry!โ€ You snapped out of your thoughts at Natasha trying to get your attention.
She gave you a concerned look as she spoke, โ€œAre you okay? You seem down.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s just my head, it really hurts.โ€ You excused, wiping away a tear you hadnโ€™t noticed before.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry. Should we walk back? We can take it slow.โ€ Natasha asked and got up from the bench, lending you a hand.
You accepted her hand and cracked a small smile, โ€œThank you kind lady.โ€
Once you started walking back towards the compound, a familiar figure caught your eye. Steve, with a girl beside him, was walking in your direction.
โ€œWould you look at that! Steveโ€™s on a second date,โ€ Natasha cheered at the sight of Steve and Sharon Carter coming closer, โ€œHe said yesterday they wouldnโ€™t go on a date again.โ€
Natasha was clearly trying to share her excitement with you, but all you felt was a knot tightening in your stomach. You liked Sharon, you really did, but of course she, a Carter, ย would be the one to finally win Steveโ€™s heart.
Natasha was waving at the pair, just to make sure they saw the two of you. The jealousy in your body didnโ€™t help much with the headache, making you feel sick, โ€œNat, Iโ€™m just gonna go, okay?โ€
You werenโ€™t in the mood to stand around and wait for Steve to arrive with his new love interest, you didnโ€™t even bother to give Natasha a smile, โ€œYou can wait for them if you want. Iโ€™d like to have some alone time anyways.โ€
Natasha wasnโ€™t sure how to react, starting to feel like it wasnโ€™t just a headache bothering you, โ€œYou sure?โ€
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™ll see you later.โ€ You left without taking another look back, leaving Natasha to start worry about you.
You didnโ€™t see Steveโ€™s expression go from excitement to concern as he watched you leave Natasha behind.
Back at the compound, you fall down onto your bed, soft sobs rocking your body. Youโ€™re tired of loving a man youโ€™ll never have. You have his friendship, but your heart is still not satisfied. Now that Steve has found a beautiful woman like Sharon, maybe you can finally try to move on.
You roll onto your back, looking at the ceiling as your tears dry out. What are you going to do?
Then, it hits you. Natasha.
Just a soft knock on the door and a hug later, the redhead asks what she can do to make you feel better. You let out a sigh and ask away, โ€œCould you help me, maybeโ€ฆ find a date?โ€
Natasha wasnโ€™t sure she heard you correctly, but when you nodded, her face lit up in excitement, โ€œOf course! It would be my absolute pleasure!โ€ She didnโ€™t even ask why you wanted a date all of a sudden, she was just happy youโ€™d finally give her matchmaking a chance. ย 
โ€œOh my god! I have so many guys in mind. They would all be so lucky to have you Y/N. I have to pick one worth your time though!โ€
You chuckled as you listened to Natasha ramble on about who to pick for you, a feeling of excitement growing in your stomach. You were finally ready to give someone new a chance.
As the moon shone through your window, you thought about what tomorrow would bring. Natasha had already picked out a date whom youโ€™d meet tomorrow night.
Busy in thought, you suddenly felt your stomach growl. Slipping out of bed, you put on a pair of slippers and wandered out your door towards the kitchen. Truth be told, you had been avoiding going around the compound in fear of meeting Steve, which also meant skipping dinner.
You fixed yourself a bowl of cereal and let your thoughts wander back to your upcoming date. What dress would you wear? Maybe the blue one? No. What about the white, the one you knew Steve loved so much?
โ€œHey.โ€
The sudden sound of a voice made you jump in your seat. As you choked on your cereal, you felt a hand patting your back.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry for scaring you. Are you okay, angel?โ€
You looked up to find Steve looking down at you. Damnit. You managed to embarrass ย yourself in front of him again.
โ€œIโ€™m fine, thanks.โ€ Your voice sounded hesitant, your eyes going back to your cereal. You listened as Steve made himself a cup of tea behind you, not a single word shared. You felt awkward.
You hoped he would just make his damn tea and leave - but of course not. The man sat down, right beside you, half facing you as he took a sip.
โ€œSoโ€ฆโ€ Steve began, and you felt yourself wanting to disappear. You were in the mindset of moving on a few minutes ago, but here he sat, the man you were so in love with, alone, giving you all of his attention. โ€œHowโ€™re you doing? We havenโ€™t talked much since, well, yesterday.โ€
Steveโ€™s voice sounded hesitant, and you knew, that he knew, that something was up. The two of you hung out every single day, so not talking for 24 hours was unusual.
โ€œI, uhโ€ฆ Iโ€™m okay. Iโ€™ve been a bit tired lately, thatโ€™s all.โ€ You lied, and you didnโ€™t sound very convincing either.
โ€œNat told me about your headache earlier today, at the park-โ€
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m fine.โ€ You interrupted him, a hint of annoyance in your voice. You really didnโ€™t want to talk about it. Especially not think about the sight of Steve walking alongside his new girl.
You hear Steve let out a sigh at your answer. You were hoping heโ€™d let it go, though you knew Steve too well. The blonde put down his cup and turned his body fully towards you this time, โ€œY/N,โ€ His voice sounded serious, โ€œI know somethingโ€™s up, more than just a headache, and it worries me. So, please, what is going on? Did I do something?โ€
You didnโ€™t know you had it in you to be angry with Steve Rogers, but when you felt your blood boil, there was no going back. You jumped out of your chair and looked at him with rage in your eyes, โ€œWhy do you care, huh?โ€
You saw the immediate hurt in Steveโ€™s eyes, his expression shocked at your sudden outburst. You didnโ€™t care though, โ€œItโ€™s been a fucking day, and youโ€™re worried about me because I havenโ€™t talked to you yet? You havenโ€™t even been home! The last time I saw you, quoting Natasha, you were on a second date with Sharon! Shouldnโ€™t you be with her now anyways?โ€
โ€œY/N-โ€ ย 
โ€œNo! Why the fuck do you sit here and talk to me like Iโ€™m the only thing you care about, like it matters how Iโ€™m doing? It doesnโ€™t make any sense! Youโ€™ve always been like this, yet Iโ€™m just a friend sitting around while you go out and fuck all the girls Natasha find for you!โ€ Your breath is heavy, tears threaten to spill from your eyes,
Steve was reaching out a hand to you but retracted it as tears streamed down your cheeks. You pointed a finger at the man, your teeth gritted together as you spoke, โ€œAnd lastly, I am under no obligation to tell you anything about my feelings! So please, stop treating me like Iโ€™m your fucking girlfriend!โ€
Without taking another look at him, you spun around and left the room. As you disappeared out of sight, you ran down the hallway to escape into your room, not wanting Steve to follow. It was when you shut your bedroom door, you realised what you just did.
You yelled at Steve, for the first time ever. Worst of all, he hadnโ€™t done anything to deserve it. That night, never ending sobs were rocking you to sleep.
As you stormed out of the kitchen, you didnโ€™t see the look of heartbreak in Steveโ€™s eyes. They carried more worry than before, confusion and a load of regret as he started to catch on to what was going on with you. It was all a misunderstanding, and he felt like the biggest idiot in the world.
Getting ready for your date was supposed to be fun and exciting, but after you yelled at Steve last night, nothing seemed to cheer you up.
You regretted every single word you yelled at him. He came to check up on you, but all he got in return was your anger. Though maybe it was for the best, now he had no reason to care about you anymore. You were an asshole. The thought hurt like hell, but you chose to use it as an excuse to ease your feelings.
You dressed up in a white beautiful dress, paired with a pair of white heels. It was Steveโ€™s favourite outfit of yours โ€“ he had told you so with words, but his eyes when he looked you, oh, they said so much more. That's were you got the nickname angel from.
It was time to give the outfit a new association, perhaps, the first outfit you wore out with your new potential love interest?
As you walked down the compound hallway to leave, familiar voices came from the kitchen. You knew snooping was wrong, but you couldnโ€™t help listening as it was Steve talking. ย 
โ€œIโ€™ve been a fool Buck,โ€ Steve sighed, โ€œWhat am I gonna do?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s all a big misunderstanding, right? Just tell her everything and Iโ€™m sure sheโ€™ll understand. Y/N always understands.โ€
โ€œYeah, tell her Iโ€™ve been going on a new date every week for the past year so that I can forget about her?โ€ Steve groaned, โ€œIt sounds awful.โ€
It did sound awful. He really wanted to get rid of you huh? You didnโ€™t understand why but his words hurt. โ€œ-so that I can forget about her.โ€
You sniffled and was ready to sneak past them, not wanting to hear anymore, but of course, both men noticed your presence. Stupid super hearing.
โ€œY/N?โ€ Steve asked and walked a little closer to where you were standing, โ€œWow, angel, you look-โ€ Steve gave you the same look as he always did when you dressed up. He looked at you in awe, which you usually loved, but now, you hated it.
โ€œPrincess, you look beautiful!โ€ Bucky commented and walked over to kiss the top of your head, โ€œWhere are you headed off to?โ€
โ€œOh, I-โ€ You looked at Steve, then shifted your attention back to Bucky, giving him a shy smile, โ€œIโ€™m going on a date.โ€
The words felt relieving to get out in front of Steve. Now he would know not to treat you like a girlfriend, since you were trying to see someone else, right?
โ€œOh, really?โ€ Bucky sounded surprised, but you ignored it, โ€œHave uh-โ€ You noticed as Bucky gave a quick look at Steve, before plastering on a big smile, โ€œHave a nice one then! Canโ€™t wait to hear about it!โ€
โ€œThanks Buck,โ€ You smiled, โ€œI gotta go.โ€ ย 
As you rushed out of the room, you didnโ€™t see Steve clenching his jaw and fists. He was irritated at himself for letting it come to this. The feeling of jealusy made him feel sick.
It was an hour into the date, and you were actually enjoying your time. The guy Natasha had set you up with was an agent you had met before during some mission, Christopher. He was cute and had such golden retriever energy - he made you genuinely smile for the first time that day. Apparently he had been smitten with you for a while now, and to no surprise, Natasha knew.
As time passed by, it was time to head home. Both of you had work in the morning anyways. Cristopher followed you all the way back to the Avengers Compound, giving you a kiss on the cheek, โ€œThank you for giving me a chance Y/N. I had a really wonderful time. Will I see you again?โ€
Busy with your date, you didnโ€™t see Steve standing nearby, observing the whole thing. He was tense, saddened and growing more and more jealous as he watched you laugh with the other guy.
Steve had come out to get some fresh air, to clear his head, but was interrupted by your arrival. You looked so beautiful, and the sound of your sweet laughter made his knees weak. Oh, how he wished he was the one who caused it.
The morning after your date with Cristopher, you felt the best you had in the last few days. You hummed as you entered the kitchen, the smell of something delicious hitting your nose, โ€œOh, whatโ€™s that smell? Itโ€™s amazing.โ€
โ€œโ€™I made pancakes, so I hope youโ€™re hungry!โ€ Bucky cheered and handed you a plate. You accepted it gladly and sat down at the table next to Natasha and Wanda to your left, and Tony to your right.
โ€œHey girl, you seem happy. Iโ€™m guessing the date was a success?โ€ Natasha asked as she took a bite of her breakfast.
โ€œYou finally went on a date with Steve? Rhodes owe me money-โ€ Tony started at the information.
You almost chocked on your first bite of the pancake. Why would he even think that? Didnโ€™t he know Steve was dating Sharon?
โ€œNo, Tones, wrong,โ€ Natasha corrected him, โ€œShe went with that guy Cristopher. Remember that agent who wouldnโ€™t shut up about her?โ€
โ€œOh yeah! The guy who was blabbering about Y/N almost as much as Steve does!โ€
Steve was blabbering on about you? ย ย ย 
โ€œAnyways, tell us how it went? Whenโ€™s the next date?โ€ Wanda asked, eager to know.
You chuckled a little nervously, โ€œWell, you see--โ€ You stopped talking as soon as Steve entered the kitchen, shocked to see his fallen shoulders and saddened eyes.
You observed as he grabbed a plate of pankakes, before heading over to the counter to make his morning tea. It was weird not hearing a good morning, or getting greeted with his soft smile. You had no idea what was bothering him, and it killed you inside.
"Y/N? You were saying?" Natasha questioned, as you had left them all hanging.
Your eyes didn't leave Steve's figure, even though he was facing away, "It uh... The date was good."
You watched Steve's whole posture tense as you spoke. Oh, how much you wanted to ask if he was okay. You just didn't feel like you had the right to. The last time you spoke, you were yelling at his face.
"Come on! Give us the details!" Tony pushed.
You shook your head, suddenly not wanting to bother Steve with details of your date. You plasteted on a forced smirk, "You'll have to wait and see if we weet again."
"No come on!"
As Steve was facing away, you couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes. You couln't see the absolute heartbreak on his face from the thought of having lost you. He really felt like he had lost the most important person in his life - and you didn't even know he saw you as such.
Over the past few days, you hadn't shared a single word with Steve, and it was starting to drive you crazy. You didnโ€™t even face each other while in the same room - it was a good thing you hadn't shared a mission yet.
All you wanted was for Steve to be happy, and to be his friend again, so with that, you decided it was time to apologize for your behaviour โ€“ even if he wouldnโ€™t forgive you for being such an ass, you knew it was the right thing to do.
Your palms felt sweaty, and your mouth all dried out as you stepped outside his room, โ€œOkayโ€ฆ here goes nothing.โ€ You knocked on the door, feeling your heart thump rapidly against your chest.
When he didnโ€™t answer you knocked twice, then again and again. Giving up, you asked Tonyโ€™s A.I. for help, โ€œFRIDAY, whereโ€™s Steve?โ€
โ€œIn the gym maโ€™am.โ€
You let out a sigh, โ€œIs heโ€ฆ okay?โ€
โ€œFrom what I can tell, he seems distressed and angry.โ€
You felt a knot in your stomach. It was 8 pm, and Steve never worked out in the gym that late unless he was upset, โ€œFuckโ€ฆ Thanks FRIDAY.โ€
Earlier that day, Steve had been walking past the door to your room at least five times, with the intention to make up. Though the super solider was way too nervous to bother you and chickened out. It was killing him not having your company every day. He missed you. So, with his emotions changing from heartbreak to anger, and the heavy regret from not telling you the truth and let your relationship come to this, he escaped to the gym.
You entered the gym and carefully closed the door behind you. It took you seconds to see Steve by the six destroyed punching bags on the floor, the seventh about to face the same faith.
Steveโ€™s back was tense, and you could see the anger he was feeling in every punch. You felt the knot in your stomach from before tightening, your palms even more sweaty. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to him; it was time to face the music.
Speaking of music, before you knew it your ears were singing a high-pitched tone, your head hurt and your whole back was facing the cold floor beneath you.
โ€œOh my god!โ€ Steve rushed to your side, worry in his voice, โ€œAre you okay? Iโ€™m so sorry Angel!โ€
You blinked a few times before looking up at the concerned man above you. Putting a hand to your head, you groaned out due to the pain. Releasing deep breath, you let Steve help you up, โ€œI guess I deserved that.โ€
You had been so smart to come up behind the Captain and stand in front of the punching bag. Because of Steveโ€™s quick and hard punches, he failed to notice you in time, and punced the bag into you, sending you flying to the floor.
โ€œSeriously, are you okay, doll?โ€
The concern in Steveโ€™s voice made you forget why you came her in the first place. You only nodded and let him lead you to sit down on a bench. He didnโ€™t let go of your hand as you both sat down.
Steve let out a shaky breath. It was clear it had scared him when he saw you flying in the air, and it was all his fault too. You could see the guilt on his face. He still cared so damn much.
You had enough of Steve feeling so down because of you, he didnโ€™t deserve a second of it, โ€œSteve Iโ€™m okay. Iโ€™m the idiot for creeping up on you like thatโ€ฆ Also, I kinda deserved it after how shitty Iโ€™ve been treating you.โ€
โ€œWhat are you talking about?โ€ There was confusion in the Captainโ€™s eyes.
โ€œJustโ€ฆ let me talk.โ€ Suddenly you had the courage to just get it out. You took hold of both his hands and looked deeply into his blue eyes, โ€œIโ€™m so sorry Steve. Iโ€™ve been an absolute asshole towards you.โ€
Steve opened his mouth to say something, but closed it as you shook your head, โ€œLet me continue. Youโ€™re my best friend and I have so much love for you. Youโ€™ve been nothing but good to me, and I was yelling at you for it. Thinking about how good you treat me, your friend, I can only imagine how good you treat Sharon. Sheโ€™s very lucky and I wish you guys the best.โ€
Your gaze fell from Steve and down into your lap, โ€œIโ€ฆ Iโ€™ve been jealous. With all those dates youโ€™ve been onโ€ฆ Why couldnโ€™t you just pick one the girls and get it over with? Iโ€ฆโ€
โ€œCause none of them were you.โ€
You looked up at him, shock in your eyes, unsure if you heard him correctly. Steve plastered on a small smile, his eyes so soft as he looked into yours, โ€œY/N, thereโ€™s nothing between Sharon and I. The other day, when you saw us at the park, we were walking back from visiting Peggyโ€™s grave. It was only a coincidence we were there at the same time.โ€
โ€œOhโ€ฆ but what about your date the day before? You said it was good?โ€ You asked, feeling almost ashamed.
โ€œYou left too soon to hear what I told Nat and Wanda. I had a good time, but I wasnโ€™t interested. Iโ€™d have way more fun with someone else there with meโ€ฆโ€ Steveโ€™s voice was low, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, โ€œI canโ€™t hold it back anymore Y/N. I love you; I always have. And those stupid dates?โ€
Tears were streaming down your cheeks at his confession. Never in a million years would you have thought he loved you back.
Steve chuckled lightly, a hint of sadness in his eyes, โ€œI went on those to get you off my mind. I never belied you could love me back, youโ€™re way too good for me, Angel. Though every damn date I went on, I just couldnโ€™t get you off my mind. Every time they wanted me to come home with them, I only thought; No, I canโ€™t do that to my best girl.โ€
โ€œSteveโ€ฆโ€ You felt so stupid for not having confessed your feelings earlier. All this misunderstanding couldโ€™ve been avoided, โ€œI love you too. I love you so damn much Stevie.โ€
Steve breath caught in his throat, not sure he was hearing you clearly, โ€œWhat?โ€ The word came out weak, like he was scared to wake up from a dream, โ€œWhat about--โ€
โ€œCristopher?โ€ You giggled, โ€œOh, I had a nice time with him, but you know, he wasnโ€™t you.โ€
Steve laughed loudly and you joined in. Both of you realised how stupid and blind you had been. You loved each other.
Steve caressed your cheek again, his thumb stroking over your soft skin. The look in his eyes were different than before; you knew it was love. His features, his voice, all soft, โ€œCan Iโ€ฆ kiss you?โ€
You only nodded and let him lead you towards his lips. The kiss was gentle, but a firework erupted inside of you. It made tears fall from your eyes, his too. Pulling away, Steve kissed the top of your head before speaking, โ€œMy beautiful, Angel. I canโ€™t believe I finally have you.โ€
You threw yourself forward and let him wrap his strong arms around you. His embrace felt like home.
It felt so right, and finally, your heart was satisfied.
You didnโ€™t see the tears continue to stream down Steveโ€™s cheeks. You didnโ€™t see the huge weight being lifted off his shoulders. He was so damn in love with you, and he already knew that someday, he wanted to call you his wife. ย 
THE END! Thank you so much for reading, feedback is very much appreciated <3
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arokalypse ยท 5 months ago
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i always thought romantic love was the plague and i was a plague doctor.
so here's an aro-colored plague doctor
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me oversharing beneath the cut about how amatonormativity has screwed me up in ways I have never been screwed up before.
(rant beneath the cut is full of negativity, triggering, but perhaps relatable. idk. read at your own risk)
okay so let's have a mini story telling time about how romance plagued every aspect of my life until now.
My bestfriend in high school treated me of less value after she gets her boyfriend. This experience was what drove me into drawing plague doctors during valentines. These doodles were captioned with "Plague is in the air", because my friends in my circle told me to not hang out with her on that day because it's valentines day. So cool, I thought I should avoid them like they were the plague.
For the first half of college, I've been a wingman for way too many of my friends for my only female and best friend.
It has gotten to a point where the meaning of my companionship with my male friends had become solely for providing a connection to a girl they want to date.
In the long run, my bestfriend, who my 'friends' were pining for, actually has been pining for me. She asked if we could be a thing, I said yes because I thought that, romance isn't probably as disgusting as I think of it.
To protect tradition and to protect the feelings of the men she rejected (who I also wingmanned), we kept it hidden.
For the entire time, she emphasized how I was dense and oblivious about romance. For the entire time I was confused, disoriented, and even repulsed. I didn't know how to reciprocate and I certainly did not have THOSE feelings either at all.
Of course it didn't end well.
After that failed attempt at romance, I have been involved in three more encounters after that. Men suddenly started talking to me out of nowhere. Initially, I thought that they were just trying to make new friends. I didn't realize they were hitting on me but when I did, I cold-shouldered them out of my life.
The last one was the most traumatic. I have explicitly stated that he shouldn't attempt to romance me because I've admitted that I'm way too tired of dealing with it, but he was stubborn. He has also gone as far as sexualizing me against my will.
So yeah.
Amatonormativity made me lose faith in the meaning of my friendships.
It made me realize how friendship is easily overshadowed by romantic relationships.
It made me worry that my kindness is misread as a romantic gesture.
It made me constantly hate how friendship is only seen as a stepping stone for a romantic relationship.
And because amatonormativity has rendered all my significant connections meaningless, I'll spend every second of my life hating amatonormativity. I will always be repulsed at the concept that destroyed every goddamned friendship that I had. Nothing has ever made me feel THS sick. I will always think of it as the plague.
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pomefioredove ยท 3 months ago
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a-yo there, Claudette! how ya' doin'? could I ask a request with the overblot gang like this: they are flirting with reader, in some case is more boldly, another is smoothly or a 'smart'/well thought out flirt, (because i'm SURE that leona and vil don't flirt the same, or blue and idia, for example). reader blushes a lot and looks away. after a second of silence, reader flirts back just as smoothly, slyly or boldly. how do the 7 primors react? ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—
thanks in advance! take care<3
oooh- yes, of course!! I had fun with this. it also occurs to me how bad most of them would be at flirting...
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type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
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anyone here familiar with Victorian courting rules?
well, Riddle is
he is alllll about etiquette
literally "no hand holding before marriage"
the boldest he gets is with... flowers
for what he can't say or do outright, he can convey in floriography
daisies for loyalty, pink camellia for longing...
if he's feeling bold, he may add a lavender sprig or two
now, imagine his surprise when you send him a red orchid...
his face blushes the same color as the flower and he gets all giggly
going around Heartslabyul, saying he's got to send you a red rose back
...as if anyone knows what that means
(everyone in his dorm thinks you're both crazy)
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Leona is the god of avoidance
he would rather crawl on his hands and knees through sewage than be honest with himself about his feelings
so, what does he do when he knows he's falling for you?
bullies you
like, lovingly
it's just easy for him to banter and push you around
he will call you short no matter what your height is, let himself into your room to sleep on your bed and make direct eye contact with you while he knocks your things off your desk
like... petty cat behavior
he was not anticipating you to reciprocate
man, you have a mouth on you
the things you say... color him impressed
honestly, he likes you even more than before
...which now makes avoiding his feelings impossible... crap
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unfortunately I think Azul's best attempt at flirting is staring at you across a crowded room
he's a flatterer by default, but, like, he actually likes you
he knows how to get someone into a contract, but not how to ask you out on a date
funny, right?
well, not for him
it takes all of his courage just to say you look nice
Sevens, what is wrong with him?
you make him feel like an utter fool... so, of course, he has to compensate
now, when he's around you, he becomes smarter, more interesting, and about three times as pretentious
to impress you. obviously
then you match his energy and he's right back to square one
who knew he could get so easily flustered?
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Jamil doesn't "flirt"
...at least, that's what he tells himself
before you, he'd simply never had a reason to. now...
how hard can it be, right?
and, well, he's not half-bad at it
Jamil knows how to keep his cool, and flattery is his second language
and he gets a chance to show off a little...
perfect, right?
well...
he can never seem to surprise you
every hint he tries, every subtle compliment and little smirk, you have something equally as crafty
...not what he had in mind, but, hey
the psychological warfare makes flirting much more interesting
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Vil is, perhaps, the only person here who actually knows what he's doing
not that he's used to flirting
he just... knows how to talk to people
he's always quite subtle about it
forward advances are tasteless, if you'd ask him
he tends to flirt in subtle, but meaningful ways
that is, he makes his intentions known through touch
nothing aggressive, of course
a gentle squeeze of your shoulder, a brush of his hand against yours, an arm around your waist...
just enough to fluster you (which he so enjoys doing)
imagine his surprise, then, when you start touching him back
wordlessly holding his hand, sitting close enough to him to feel your shoulder against his...
he'll admit, he admires your boldness
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the only "you" that Idia is flirting with is a chat bot he programmed to talk like you
I mean WHAT who said that
he DEFINITELY does not have that. haha... that'd be like, super creepy...
on that note, he also definitely DOES NOT obsessively study your words and mannerisms to better understand you
...well...
listen, he just doesn't know how to approach you!
you're so... you! and he's so... him
so, he'd much rather watch your every move and fantasize about being able to actually... talk to you...
he is, understandably, terrified when you approach him
...even more so when you seem to know about him and all his interests...
???
...you know what? he's not even going to think about it
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Malleus can be a little... old-fashioned
and by that I mean Briar Valley old-fashioned
he was taught how to court by Lilia, of all people, so you know whatever he's doing is...
...strange
and he's somewhat aware of it, too
he just thinks it'd be even stranger for him to flirt with you like...
well... you get it
everyone else
he is, however, pleasantly surprised when you seem to know what he's doing
you've been reading up on Briar Valley customs, and recognized his courting rituals pretty much right away
...not that you're going to tell him that
reciprocating his flirtations is more fun when he doesn't see it coming
he makes that one surprised face every time
like this -> o_o
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the-xolotl ยท 6 months ago
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Sweet, Soft Shadow Man
Alastor x gn!Reader & Alโ€™s Shadow
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โ™ก Itty bitty snip
โ™ก a/n: i feel like iโ€™ve only been writing smut recently so hereโ€™s something soft
summary: Alastorโ€™s shadow adores you, because Alastor adores you, but heโ€™s a lot more reserved with his feelings. His shadow on the other hand has little qualms about showing affection or responding to yours, and maybe Al feels a little jealous.
โ™ก TAGS: sfw, domestic fluff, slight jealousy, some banter, no use of y/n, latine coded reader lowkey.
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One thing to get use to as you and Al had begun dating was his shadow constantly hovering around you anywhere you went where Alastor himself wasnโ€™t. At first it had felt smothering, like he didnโ€™t trust you alone or like you couldnโ€™t defend yourself, when you in fact very much can. Youโ€™d roll your eyes every time you caught the shadowy figure out if the corner of your eye or even tried to get it to go back to Alastor but of course it only listened to its master and would stare at your blankly with the holes that are supposed to be his eyes.
However, as you got to know it and Alastor you realized it wasnโ€™t that that your lover thought you couldnโ€™t look after yourself. No, what you came to realize (and kept to yourself because itโ€™s much too precious) is that Alastor is a proud man ok not that, you knew that very well but that he has his peculiar way of showing affection, one way was to keep his shadow with you when he himself couldnโ€™t. His pride got in the way of him being outwardly affectionate towards you even after courting, properly asking you be his partner and all the time spent together, he still kept to himself a lot simply reciprocating what you initiated. But having the one thing thatโ€™s an extension of himself guard you and keep you company was one of the first tokens of care heโ€™d given you.
Thereafter this discovery you didnโ€™t mind it as much, in fact, you even gave it a name; Sombra. You grew very fond of the curious creature that mostly kept itself to surfaces or even in the silhouette of your shadow. It made you giggle every time Sombra did, because you could feel an odd, ghostly weight on your person when it did despite being in its intangible form. Sombra,you also found, is very animated with you. It showed a lot of emotion: joy, sadness, excitement etc. And it didnโ€™t always smile like Alastor did, it could frown, or have a neutral expression. The more you got to know it, the more you became attached to it and it to you. Where to even without Alastor sending it to you, Sombra came to you out of its own accord or even when you called it.
While not entirely against it, Alastor found it a little irritating that literal part of him spent more time with you than he did sometimes. After all heโ€™s an Overlord and the manager of the Hazbin Hotel with the Princess of Hell, heโ€™s a busy man. And the fact you named it, like a pet. His shadow was wrapped around your finger the same way Alastor was, but at least Alastor didnโ€™t show it so forwardly. This fact made Alastor a little bashful the first time you had revealed this to him, all of the little things his shadow did for you.
For example it would bring you little gifts, either from Alastorโ€ฆ Or its own. Small trinkets, flowers (not even store bought just wild flowers off the streets) or even limbs. You didnโ€™t question the limbs even if they put you off at times. Sombra became very cuddly and liked to follow you around even when you only did mundane things. Like today, youโ€™re in the kitchen making a dinner you had made Alastor promise to be there for. Heโ€™d been unusually busy recently and as much as you love Sombra, you miss your significant other. You had been prepping the ingredients for a special dish you wanted Alastor to try, that while not entirely southern food, itโ€™s very similar to something like gumbo, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of a black figure. It disappeared as soon as you turned to look in that direction, so you shifted your focus back to the food.
A few times more this happened before a menacing shadow loomed right over you as you threw chopped vegetables into the pot of already boiling water with salt and other seasonings on it. It made half the kitchen dim and it seemed to swallow up its surroundings. You smiled wide giggling looking up at the ceiling, โ€œSombra~โ€ you sing-song, greeting the ghostly silhouette, โ€œWant a taste?โ€ you offered one of the still uncooked pieces of red meat. It shrunk down to its usual size on the wall taking the offered food. Chuckling at how the meat hovered in the air before it disappeared as Sombra put it in its mouth. The shadow smiled wide giving you a thumbs up as it watched you add herbs into the cooking pot.
โ€œThatโ€™s not a pet, you know that right darling?โ€ Alastorโ€™s unfiltered voice came from the door frame as he entered unannounced. While his voice had its usual uppity lilt his tone came a little annoyed. You had reach to hug and pet Sombra like you always do to welcome it, you thought Alastor wouldnโ€™t come for another while longer so you indulged the little servant before its master arrived but you got caught right in the act. It retracted to Alastorโ€™s side like it always did as he threw it a sideways glance.
โ€œOf course heโ€™s not. But its cute, in its own way,โ€ you smile. โ€œWelcome home, my love,โ€ smiling at the radio demon you gingerly made your way to him wrapping your arms around him with a tight hug. He did the same, planting a soft kiss on your forehead, your smile widen. โ€œI missed you,โ€ you whispered looking up at him with big doe eyes. Because you did. You really, really did. You didnโ€™t want to say it outloud but you almost thought he wouldnโ€™t show or heโ€™d be late. So it made you exceedingly happy he had already arrived. โ€œItโ€™s almost ready, why donโ€™t you go sit at the table.โ€
From his seat, he watched you prepare the side dishes as the pot on the stove simmered, however his eyes more than fixating on you, they followed the movement of his shadow standing next to you at all times. Handing you things, making you laugh and giggle with little actions. And of course itโ€™s his shadow he could feel how giddy your attention made it. Every time you said thank you, every time you gave it a compliment or whenever you pet it. He felt itโ€™s eye twitch seeing Sombra lay his transparent head on the shadow of your shoulder and you didnโ€™t bat an eye. Part of it is guilt, guilt that he had been so absent and distant for weeks, because heโ€™d been too preoccupied with other responsibilities, and jealousy. The jealousy is what bothered him the most. That damn shadow had been hoarding all your attention even as heโ€™d been sitting in the same room with you.
Alastor wouldnโ€™t admit itโ€™s his fault, of course. So instead he gets up from the table again coming up to stand behind you, long arms wrapping around your middle. It surprised you a little, making your stutter the rhythm of your stirring. Alastor rested his chin on the same shoulder Sombra had, making direct eye contact with the sentient being and intimidating it into moving away from you. If it could hiss, it would have. But it moved away without you noticing. Alastorโ€™s arms tighten around you for a second before speaking softly, โ€œI apologize for neglecting you, or if youโ€™ve felt lonely in my absence, darling,โ€ his words were sincere. Alastor didnโ€™t like being away from you very long, didnโ€™t like having to go places filled with people he couldnโ€™t care less about and having to deal with others he disliked. But duties are duties and work is work, heโ€™s a man of principle.
But that didnโ€™t mean he didnโ€™t long to be with his beloved, and he know heโ€™s godawful at telling you. Part of the reason heโ€™d kept his shadow with you, in hopes to keep you solace, and company when he couldnโ€™t. But seeing you grow closer to the creature and pouring all the affection you couldnโ€™t give him made his chest tighten, a feeling that crawled under his skin and bothered him in ways that shouldnโ€™t matter to him. You were his. Yet, here he is, acting childish even if you are probably mostly unaware. Or he hopes you are. Because this is embarrassing, it makes him feel embarrassed deep down. His ears twitched in annoyance as the thoughts swirled around his mind trying to push them away but failing.
โ€œI know youโ€™ve been busy. I wouldnโ€™t call it neglect really,โ€ you answer back, relaxing into the embrace and tilting your head so that you can press a soft kiss to his cheek then nuzzling him, โ€œBut you are gone too often, I had meant to talk to you about it but I didnโ€™t really know how to. I guess I also felt a little bad asking you to give me more than you already do,โ€ you chuckle unhumorously. Alastor did give you everything, hardly ever did he tell you no and did what he could to make you happy. Your relationship had been very rocky at the start. Both of you had to learn to make your relationship work and meet in the middle on a lot of different things. Alastor had to re-learn what itโ€™s like to love someone, you had to adjust to his own way of loving and take baby steps, slower ones than you were used to. Both of you accepted the flaws that came with the other, you were in hell, he wasnโ€™t the worst out there and you werenโ€™t perfect.
โ€œAnd you donโ€™t have to be jealous of your own shadow, Al,โ€ you quipped, a grin tugging the edges of your lips. You had to press your lips into a thin line to keep yourself from giggling at the flare of radio static around you after saying that. But he didnโ€™t really refute it.
โ€œVery funny, darling,โ€
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gay-dorito-dust ยท 3 months ago
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Part 1 here
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You and Stan were enjoying your date so far that Mabel had set you up on, it was a cute little picnic near the waterfall and you were both sat in the perfect spot to over see the entire town. It was perfect and you would have to thank Mabel when you get back before midnight, seeing as she poetically pushed you and Stan out of the shack and told you both to enjoy your date and not to be back before midnight as she shuts the door.
She was a good kid with a big heart and you loved her for that as you fiddled with the bracelet she made you once with small smile.
โ€˜How come we didnโ€™t think of this before? Going on dates I mean.โ€™ You asked as you took a sip from your drink, eyes racking over Stanโ€™s form and admiring how dashing he looked in a burgundy shirt with a couple of buttons undone to show the gold hanging from his neck, accompanied by a matching grey blazer and trousers. With the way he cleans up it was enough to make anyone swoon for him, especially when he wears the cologne youโ€™ve always liked the smell of, the same cologne that he was wearing right now actually as you rested your head against his shoulder.
โ€˜Maybe because weโ€™ve been too busy lying to everyone for thirty years, while also trying to get my brother back that we forget the simpler ways to convince people weโ€™re together.โ€™ Stan replied as he then playfully nudges your side. โ€˜And here I thought you were the smarter one of us both, toots.โ€™
You swatted his hand away as you smiled sheepishly. โ€˜Iโ€™m smarter in other fields than the romantic one, itโ€™s always alluded me to be fair as Iโ€™ve never been on a date before or had anyone express interest.โ€™ You admitted, feeling a little exposed under Stanโ€™s gaze.
โ€˜Youโ€™ve never been on a date?โ€™ He asked.
โ€˜Nope.โ€™ You tell him. โ€˜I was too nerdy and geeky for the most people but too smart and intimidating for others.โ€™
โ€˜Not even my brother?โ€™ Stan then asks with a slight strain in his voice and your brows furrowed.
โ€˜No? Our relationship was strictly platonic and professional. He is a smart individual but we had little to no emotional attachments to one another outside of considering each other a friend.โ€™ You said. โ€˜Though that maybe due to how isolated we were from everyone else with our research but that comes with the territory of trying to make a break through within the field of paranormal discovery.โ€™ You then added out of a need to provide a logical explanation as to why you and Ford were close.
โ€˜Why you ask?โ€™ You then found yourself asking him this time and Stan scratched the back of his neck as a blush crept across his face.
โ€˜I dunno, just find it odd how someone like you hasnโ€™t been on a date. Youโ€™re pretty, smart, funny, albeit a little awkward but thatโ€™s what made you cute and endearing, also how you would get this look in your eye when your talking about something youโ€™re passionate about that you have to start moving other parts of yourself because your excitement for it is that great.โ€™ He shrugs as he then looks back at you with the softest look in his eyes as he chuckles. โ€˜I guess I get bragging rights about taking the most beautiful/handsome smart ass on the perfect date.โ€™
In your eyes Stan looked beautiful in that moment as the butterflies made themselves knowing within your stomach. He knew you inside and out and loved every bit he saw and you couldnโ€™t help but reciprocate the feeling as you found yourself laughing and smiling a lot more in his presence. Stan made you feel as though you could drop being smart for a second and allow yourself to breathe and take in life while you can, he was a smart man who had a way with words when it came to conning people, but here he looked almost as if he were an awkward teenager on his first date.
โ€˜Donโ€™t sell yourself so short Stanley.โ€™ You tell him as you placed your hand atop of his own, squeezing it before intertwining your fingers as you took the moment to recognise that being with Stan just felt right, it felt as though you were meant to be by his side and found yourself waiting impatiently for him to hold you at night and smother you in affection during the day. โ€˜A date with you is a date Iโ€™ll take over any other I wouldโ€™ve hypothetically had in an alternate reality.โ€™ You admitted, feeling a blush creep across your face as you felt yourself about to admire to something youโ€™ve always had an inkling about, but just didnโ€™t believe it until recently.
โ€˜And whyโ€™s that?โ€™ Stan asked, mentally having of the edge of his seat as he hoped you were about to say what he thought you were about to say, for he too had made a similar discovery, which was only amplified and proven right whenever he looked at you in hopes of seeing you smile at something he did or confined yourself in him.
Even now as he looked at you he couldnโ€™t help but smack his younger self for not realising what he felt sooner, he was jealous that his brother got to spend a lot of time with you, but he wouldnโ€™t change anything that had lead you both to where you were now as you have done nothing but brought a sense of happiness to Stanโ€™s life that he had been devoid of since he was kicked out by his father.
You looked at him like he was something and he looked at you like you were everything because to both of you it was the truth. You were what the other needed most and now it had finally come to light all this time later, and after constant adamant denial that you could actually come to like each other, only for you two to do just that and find yourselves liking each other in a way that made words like โ€˜likeโ€™ and โ€˜loveโ€™ not a strong enough description.
โ€˜Because I actually like you Stanley Pines. I really do.โ€™ You confessed and the weight on your chest that had been there for while had suddenly lifted. โ€˜I really like you Stanley Pines and time and time again Iโ€™ve been finding myself falling for you harder than originally thought. I didnโ€™t think Iโ€™d ever find someone but here you areโ€™. You finished, frightened as to what Stan would think but found your head being lifted by your chin and looking Stan directly in the eyes.
โ€˜And here I thought Iโ€™d live life as a lonely lousy man until I found you toots.โ€™ Stan says softly as he looked back on his life with fondness while hopefully seeing his future in the depths of your eyes. โ€˜Youโ€™ve made me a happier man than I have been in a long, long time and I donโ€™t want to let that go now, so what do you say sweetheart? Be mine officially?โ€™
You held his face in your hands as you pressed a kiss to his slightly chapped lips, humming in delight when you felt him reciprocate the kiss, feeling his hand move from your chin to the back of your head to keep you engaged in the kiss, as if you had any desire to depart from the man you once thought as a nuisance but now a loving reminder that you were allowed to love.
How and why it took you both this long to realise wasnโ€™t of importance anymore as you both got lost in the feel and taste of the others lips, feeling happier then you have ever been in a while. You didnโ€™t need some paper to tell people you were in love, everyone could see that already form how youโ€™d look at one another, a love so rare between two people they canโ€™t help but stop and stare at you and Stan as they wished they had what you had.
You and Stan were perfect for one another and that night you both slept deeper then ever before within the others arms, knowing that what you felt was mutual that you slept with goofy smiles on your faces with a giddy feeling within your chests.
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artslovergirl ยท 2 months ago
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casual by chappell roan โ€“ but make it 2007
art donaldson x reader
notes: okay so, originally this was just a part of a larger fic based around the entire song but um,, i have adhd. so. you get it. but i really liked this part that i actually got done so i didnt want it to collect cobwebs in my google docs lol. but i might think about finishing the whole thing! maybe!
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Your body was buzzing and tingling in a pleasant and almost numb way. Like the feeling of calm waves lapping at your ankles after having a tidal wave crashed over you. Everything felt warm, most likely due to the late June air and Arts warm arms wrapped around your already flushed body. You probably liked these moments the most. The afterglow. In these moments you could wholly bask in your connection to Art without the thought of you two being just 'casual' dragging after.
It wasn't like you hadn't known what you were getting into. Casual hook-ups and maybe the odd date here and there with a super hot tennis player from your art history course (you made the pun as soon as he introduced himself. He was nice enough to give you a fake laugh.) sounded like a great deal. And it sounded like one of those college-y things your roommate had urged you to do.
You just really hadn't been prepared for how easy it would be to fall in love with him.
Suddenly the warmth that his soft yet firm body was radiating against yoursโ€“ that was so pleasing a moment agoโ€“ felt like an unbearable sauna. You gently untangled yourself from his embrace. He let out a small hum but let you go. Everything still felt warm.
Like routine by this point, you walk over to his dresser, not even bothering to pick up your sweaty discarded clothes from earlier decided on stealing a shirt and boxers from him like always.
You pulled open the drawer and felt your breath catch at what stared back at you. There was a small corner packed with clothes that werent there before.
Your clothes. Which wasnt surprising since you often just forgot your stuff after a late night. But what was surprising is that Art had made a small space for you in his drawer which was now occupied by your originally left behind but now freshly washed and folded shirts, underwear, some pajama bottoms and your favorite lacy bra (which was coincidentally Artโ€™s favorite too).
A familiar shiver swept over your skin causing goosebumpsโ€“ which you would really like to attribute to your severe lack of clothing but you couldn't lie to yourself anymore than you already had. This relationship had exceeded far past casual. Unfortunately โ€“unlike the other times you had realized this and then vehemently shook away the thoughtโ€“ you couldn't ignore it this time.
Because it was staring you right in the face in the form of your favorite bra hanging out of Art Donaldson's dresser.
You had to face it: you were basically his fucking girlfriend. You were in a relationship without the labels nor the commitment. That's great. That's what everyone wanted, right? All the emotional involvement, none of the promise of loyalty or reciprocated feelings and a 100% chance of getting your heart broken.
โ€ฆBut he had to feel it too, right? Guys don't make space in their dresser for a girl they have no feelings for, do they? So maybeโ€ฆ Maybe this could have a happy ending? Maybe this could serve as the catalyst for you both to be honest about your feelings and realize that you're basically already dating and just make it official. It's not like Art had commitment issues, necessarily. It was more the opposite. He was too committed. To Tashi.
Either way you really just needed to figure out where you fit into his life. Because right now you were squeezed in between his sock drawer and the place where he kept his old tennis rackets.
โ€œAre you okay?โ€ Artโ€™s voice snapped you out of your stupor. You mumble something that sounds like, โ€œHuh..what?โ€ and look over your shoulder to see Art giving you a confused stare from his bed.
His blonde curls were still all messed up from you running your hands through and tugging at them earlier. He was bathed in the warm glow of his desk lamp, softening his already adoring features all the more.
His face was smushed against his pillow as he was laying on his side, and he was giving you his best puppy dog eyes. Although, to be fair, he kind of always had puppy dog eyes. The upper part of his well-defined chest was visible, his pale skin still tinted with redness from you running your hands and nails all over it.
The sight made your heart stutter even though you saw him in a much more promiscuous position a mere half an hour ago.
He looked too good to be true. Sometimes he reminded you of those statues that had lipstick marks all over their marble lips because they were sculpted in such an enchantingly beautiful way that people couldn't help but kiss them. The name Art made a lot of sense, you thought.
Wow. You were whipped to an almost embarrassing level.
That thought made you feel like someone had poured a glass of ice water down your back, โ€œUm..โ€ You tried to regain your focus. โ€œI hadn't noticed that youโ€ฆkept a space in your dresser for me.โ€ Your gaze swept back over to the drawer.
Mainly because you were sure that if you looked at Art any longer, your feelings would become irrevocable.
โ€Oh, yeah.โ€ he said it so nonchalantly, in complete contrast to how you were feeling right now. He sat up with his blanket pooling over his thighs, exposing his Adonis belt and blond happy trail that led down to- You quickly flit your eyes back to the dresser in front of you.
Jesus Christ, get a grip, you mentally scolded yourself. There was a short silence that fell over the room. His gaze was still on you, trying to gauge what you were trying to communicate to him. He leaned back against the headboard and without him even realizing, he began running the pads of his fingers over his lips like he always did when he got nervous or felt awkward.
โ€œWell.. I just thought since you stay over sometimes.. You know.โ€ he explained, clearing his throat a little. You dug out your panties and one of your (used to be Artโ€™s) Stanford shirts. If you were going to confront this, you definitely couldn't do it naked.
You didn't miss how Art's gaze never left you once while you were pulling on the soft cotton shirt and panties.
Once you were clothed again, you padded back over to his bed in silence. The mattress dipped as you let your weight fall onto the edge of it. You started shuffling your feet against the carpeted floor, trying to release some of the nerves washing through your body.
You could feel his bed squeak a little as he leaned forward towards you, letting his arms rest on his knees. The intensity of his attentive stare on you didn't exactly help the nauseating swirl of anxiety stirring in your stomach. You chewed on your bottom lip while scrunching up your nose, thinking on how to best approach this.
Tugging and pulling at the carefully crafted bracelet on your wrist, you started, โ€œSo..isn't it a little..much to keep space in a drawer for someone you're just hooking up with?โ€
You immediately worried your wording was making you come across too harsh so you almost stumbled over your words trying to follow up with, โ€œNot that- I just meanโ€ฆUm..I don't know like..what the..code?..on that is..โ€ Yeah, nailed it. Real smooth.
Vaguely you could see Artโ€™s face scrunch up in confusion from your peripheral, but you were too mortified by your clunky approach to face him fully. He began fidgeting, flicking his thumb under his ring finger. โ€œ..Um,โ€ a nervous chuckle followed, โ€œWhatโ€“uh, what do you mean?โ€
You began pinching and pulling at the hem of your (his) shirt. โ€œI justโ€ฆโ€ you sighed and it almost sounded annoyedโ€“ maybe the repressed anger at his refusal to acknowledge your deepening relationship was finally bubbling upโ€“
โ€œIsn't that something a guy would do like..for his girlfriend?โ€ You turned your head to the side, finally facing him. He began staring at his bedsheets as if they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world, fingers still fidgeting.
โ€œI dont know..โ€ he mumbled, โ€œNot necessarily. It's just more convenient, right?โ€ he added with a small shrug. You could hear the uncertainty wavering in his voice.
The sight of him all nervous and sitting curled up in on himself like a hedgehog trying to protect its soft underbelly almost made you regret saying anything at all. Seeing Art in any unease at all always sent a small pang through your chest. He just looked soโ€ฆalmost pitiful. You weren't going to back down, though.
โ€œArt.โ€ you tried your hardest to make your voice sound firm and stable. โ€œMh,โ€ He raised his head finally meeting your gaze. His blond curls fell just slightly above his eyeโ€“ he needed a haircut again soon.
Without really thinking about it, almost like it was an instinct, you had reached out and carefully brushed some of them out of his line of sight. It felt so intimate that it made you want to hurl so you quickly retracted your hand like his forehead had burned you.
You laid your hands down in your lap and stared at them.
โ€œI think..things between us are..more than just a casual fling now. At least to me.โ€ You really had tried to sound confident in your words but instead you almost whispered them. Like it was a secret you were ashamed to admit.
The few seconds between you speaking and Art responding felt like torture. You just kept staring at your hands, swallowing down the growing lump in your throat. The sound of him shifting on the bed felt almost deafening to you in the silence.
โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ He awkwardly cleared his throat again, โ€œI think I...like what we have right now.โ€ That wasn't the response you expected. Or wanted. Was it even really a response? A metallic taste flooded your mouth. That's when you realized you'd been mindlessly chewing your bottom lip and were apparently too lost in thought to realize you had dug your teeth in far too deep. You didn't care about that right now. Your head felt like it was buzzing, completely overwhelmed with different thoughts and reactions to Art's response and what you should do next. โ€œOkay.โ€ is all you could manage. โ€œYeah, okay.โ€ you exhaled softly, shifting your gaze back to him and nodding slightly. He nodded back, his expression indiscernible.
Despite what you said, you still let yourself drift off to sleep in his arms. And despite what he said, he still pressed a tender kiss to your forehead as your eyes fluttered shut.
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lisired ยท 8 months ago
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who needs cupidโ€™s bow?
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pairing: bff!haechan x (f) reader
genre/warnings: bff2l, suggestive, lots of sexual innuedos but no smut, fluff, a teaspoon of angst, mc & hc are oblivious to each otherโ€™s feelings and jaemin calls them out on their bullshit, mutual pining
summary: Cupid is not on your side, it seems. Heโ€™s made you fall in love with the worst possible person ever, AKA your best friend, AKA the man who still eats tootsie-popsโ€”willingly. And frankly, it feels like the damn candy has a better chance of dating him than you ever will.
word count: 11.1k
a/n: inspired by down for you by kehlani, boyfriend by ariana grande, and serial lover by kehlani. another oldie but i kinda like itโ€ฆ kinda. as always, feedback is appreciated!
Itโ€™s safe to say that Cupid is your mortal enemy (Or immortalโ€”whatever. Nonetheless, you arenโ€™t the biggest fan of him.)
You donโ€™t know why, but for some inexplicable reason, he always makes you fall in love with the wrong people. Such as Lee Taeyong from eighth grade, or your failed relationship with Kim Jisoo from your biology class in high school โ€” a pretty girl, but you were as compatible as Mentos and Coca-Cola. Hell, there was even Jung Sungchan from senior year, who you naturally drifted away from during an exam period. Theyโ€™re all chapters in your book now, but youโ€™re currently stuck on the one about your best friend, Lee Haechan.
It seems like youโ€™re Cupidโ€™s mortal enemy, too. You and Haechan are always side by side, down one anotherโ€™s throats, thereโ€™s no way his arrow could have hit you and missed Haechan.
Perhaps, itโ€™s a hole you dug yourself in. Via mutual friends, when you were seventeen, you met Lee Haechan โ€” jock, senior, and the most beautiful boy youโ€™ve ever seen. There was an instant connection between you two, all it took was a convo at a party about coincidentally both failing the same math exam, and you quickly became friends and close enough to pour out your heart into little rants whenever there was something personal bothering either of you, and you needed an outlet. You liked him because he understood you. He was patient witth you. You see, you arenโ€™t the best at communicating how you feel, and he never makes you feel bad about it.
You remember breaking up with your then-boyfriend, Jung Sungchan, and while you werenโ€™t heartbroken since you saw it coming and all the love had evaporated by then, you were devastated that you no longer had someone to kiss. That being your main concern made Haechan laugh. He thought it was the most you thing ever.
โ€œCan I kiss you, then?โ€ you asked, a little grin on your face, although you were very serious. It wouldnโ€™t be the end of the world, kissing your best friend. He has pretty lips, and it isnโ€™t like itโ€™ll mean anything, you think. Itโ€™s just one kiss.
Haechan scoffed, biting off the last remaining piece of his Tootsie Pop off the stick. Youโ€™re kidding, he thinks. Why would you seriously want to kiss him? And after breaking up with your now ex-boyfriend? The woundโ€™s still fresh. โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t dare.โ€
To Haechanโ€™s surprise, you dared.
He tasted like chocolate, exactly like a Tootsie Pop, as expected of him. You didnโ€™t mind, though. You never do. It was fun, you liked the way Haechan held you in his lap and kissed you back with fierceness, and he still kisses you with that same passion, like thereโ€™s no tomorrow.
And thatโ€™s the problem.
Fast-forward four years later, youโ€™re still best friends with Lee Haechan, only this time youโ€™re in college, and have the fattest, most gigantic crush on him. Somewhere along the way, those lines between love and friendship were blurred. Itโ€™s impossible to pinpoint when, but you fell deep and hard for your best friend.
And the worst part? You doubt heโ€™ll ever reciprocate those feelings.
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One kiss turned into more than you can count on your fingers and toes.
Should you continue making out with your best friend who doesnโ€™t reciprocate your romantic interest in him? Probably not.
Are you still going to, though? Absolutely.
โ€œY/n, Iโ€™m going to kill you,โ€ Haechan states as he stumps inside the dining room. His hair is tussled since heโ€™s just waken up from a nap, but you like this raw side of him. He looks gorgeous, and despite him basically threatening to murder you you still want to kiss him.
โ€œRomantic,โ€ you deadpan, training your eyes back on your laptop. It takes everything in you not to stare, but if you want to keep your feelings low-key, you need to follow a couple of rules.
โ€œI know you took my Tootsie Pop. Where is it?โ€
You smirk a little, but it quickly fades into a line. โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re talking about.โ€
Okay, so maybe thatโ€™s a lie, and you both know it. You arenโ€™t the only other person in the house, but Jungwoo, Haechanโ€™s stepbrother, is asleep and wouldnโ€™t cut his nap time short to do something as stupid as stealing the last of his brotherโ€™s favorite candy. That leaves you. As his best friend, youโ€™re the first person to know Haechan turns murderous over those stupid lollipops, and that heโ€™s the last person to know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop. In your personal opinion, theyโ€™re not even that good. But heโ€™s loved them ever since youโ€™ve known him.
โ€œWeโ€™re best friends, y/n. I know when youโ€™re lying,โ€ he remarks, and doesnโ€™t give you the chance to answer before he persists, โ€œwhere is it?โ€
Thereโ€™s only one way out of this.
Run.
Haechan follows almost automatically, and in spite of being barely awake he obviously has the upper hand because heโ€™s always leaned more towards the sport-y side. This doesnโ€™t deter you though, because you have a getaway plan.
In your attempt to somehow outrun a man that used to do track and field, you make a beeline for the backyard door. Heโ€™s not going to outrun you in the grass in slippers, you think as you turn to see if heโ€™s caught up on you. Youโ€™re in the lead, albeit barely, with your body almost being in arms reach. You try to pick up your speed, and once you reach the door you hurry to turn the knob. Except, thereโ€™s one, itty-bitty problem.
The door is fucking locked.
And you already know you wonโ€™t have time to open it, so you cave in to defeat, whirling around with your hands up in a surrendering pose. Your planโ€™s backfired; youโ€™ve been caught.
โ€œOh, Iโ€™ve got you now,โ€ Haechan says cockily. He has youโ€”hook, line, and sinker, and at this point you arenโ€™t even upset. You canโ€™t be upset. His eyes are on you, and his body is close to yours, dangerously so.
โ€œOkay, you win. Happy?โ€ You mumur.
โ€œNot until I get my Tootsie Pop back,โ€ he shakes his head, โ€œnow where is it?โ€
Smiling, you shrug. Of course, you know where the candy is, but heโ€™s either going to have to win or pry the answer out of you.
Then, he steps even closer, and your heart starts pounding in your chest twenty times faster than your feet were against the hardwood. This isnโ€™t your first rodeo, youโ€™ve made out with your best friend countless times, yet the anticipation gives you a rush, like youโ€™ve never done this before. It makes you feel like a teenager in love all over again โ€” seventeen, young and head over heels in love with the man closest to you.
Heโ€™s back you into the door, and you canโ€™t keep your eyes off his lips. Beautiful, plush, soft, and your eyes flutter shut as you prepare to feel the same skilled pair against your own, closer, and closer, and closerโ€”
Crunch.
โ€œI fucking knew it!โ€ Haechan yells, jolting your eyes open. You arenโ€™t even given the opportunity to register the situation before his hands are digging into your back pocket, retrieving his fortunately unharmed Tootsie Pop.
It feels like heโ€™s gone before you can even blink, and realizing heโ€™s slipped back into the hall, you begin to follow him into his room. โ€œHey!โ€ you yell, and he doesnโ€™t say anything, just looking up at you from his gaming chair with that damn candy hanging from his mouth, โ€œwhy didnโ€™t you kiss me?โ€
โ€œWhyโ€™d you steal my Tootsie Pop?โ€
Okay, that was stupid, yes, but there was a particular goal in mind which was reached, even if for a short-lived moment.
You frown, โ€œI wanted your attention.โ€
Haechan shakes his head, laughing. โ€œCโ€™mere.โ€
Somehow, those words never fail, making you melt and slip into his lap effortlessly every time. Youโ€™re like Jell-O to his voice, to his touch, to his whole. Youโ€™re a goner, some would say, and a part of you is alright with never coming back if it means you get to feel all the weird, Cupid-y emotions he makes you feel.
At this point, you donโ€™t think youโ€™ll ever stop kissing Haechan. In the time that youโ€™ve been together, youโ€™ve both been in relationships, hence putting the make out sessions on hiatus. They were never really long though, because youโ€™d break up with them and inevitably find your way back to one another in the end.
His fingers guide your chin up, and once more your eyes flutter shut as his lips unite with yours. Haechan kisses in a manner that contrasts with the soft feeling of his lips. He always starts off gentle, but thereโ€™s a hunger that overcomes him as he stands up and pushes you against his desk, rough yet graceful and holding you so firmly, like youโ€™re glass, but he wants to break you. And when he shatters you into all those tiny pieces, you donโ€™t care. You want him to glue you back together and do it all over again. Heโ€™s intoxicating, heโ€™s an addictive drug, but he tastes like candy, and you canโ€™t stop coming back to him. He feels like home, the place where you belong. The place where you can be one-hundred percent, authentically you, safe and whole, more than the general perception than you. And fuck, does he kiss like the damn devil himself.
You were silly for ever believing it would only be one kiss.
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Jungwoo thinks that for people who are trying to keep their not-so relationship-y relationship under wraps, you two are very loud.
Speaking of which, and despite the nature of your relationship, you and Haechan havenโ€™t even discussed your label. You know that you arenโ€™t friends with benefitsโ€”you havenโ€™t crossed that line, but to be honest, those lines have been starting to look blurry for a whileโ€”but you also arenโ€™t in a relationship. You see other people, you fuck other people, and when other people ask if youโ€™re dating, you both deny it immediately. Youโ€™re just best friends, you both say each time like some rehearsed line, even if it breaks your heart to hear him friendzone you.
Karina and Mark even have an ongoing bet about you two. Karina is one-hundred positive thereโ€™s something going on, whereas Mark is probably the only person in the world that wants to give you guys the benefit of the doubt.
โ€œFor heavenโ€™s sake, I canโ€™t get any type of sleep around here,โ€ Jungwoo rasps, leaning against the doorframe, โ€œI really hope you guys donโ€™t do this shit when Dohwanโ€™s here.โ€
His judgmental eyes practically bore into your soul, and you thank heaven that you donโ€™t have to worry about keeping this secret from Jungwoo, even if he would probably appreciate it more if you did. He finds you in a rather interesting position, straddling Haechanโ€™s lap as you press kisses into his collarbone.
Itโ€™s all Haechanโ€™s fault, really. Three years ago, Jungwoo made the mistake of walking inside Haechanโ€™s bedroom without knocking, accidentally finding you two making out in a very touchy way on his bed because a certain someone didnโ€™t think to lock the door. Not only did you ruin his quote-unquote innocence, but his perception of you forever, and ever since that ordeal, Jungwoo has never opened his stepbrotherโ€™s door without knocking. This time, it just so happened to be wide-open.
You bite your lip, feeling bad. Kim Dohwan is Haechanโ€™s halfbrother of whom he babysits whenever available (and you like to tag on, because dealing with children is stressful and Haechanโ€™s already stressed enough), and on weekdays Jungwoo has to wake up from his nap earlier to pick up the kid from school and bring him back home, then leave for work. You were too loud and disrupted the poor guyโ€™s nap time.
โ€œOh,โ€ Haechan says the syllable blankly, not too sympathetic, โ€œdid we wake you?โ€
โ€œOf course not, I usually wake up at 2pm and take extra longs showers to start my day,โ€ Jungwoo deadpans, โ€œbut whatever. Iโ€™m heading out. Donโ€™t forget to go grocery shopping today.โ€
โ€œNoted,โ€ you and Haechan say simultaneously, gazing at one another and stifling giggles when you catch each otherโ€™s gaze. Jungwoo smiles at you, then flicks off his brother before parting.
When youโ€™re both all alone again, a few seconds pass before Haechanโ€™s eyes do that thing where they twinkle every time something catches his interest (or perhaps thatโ€™s the in love side of your brain making you see things.)
โ€œHey, you coming to Chenleโ€™s Valentines Day party Monday?โ€ You donโ€™t know why heโ€™s even asking, you follow Haechan everywhere he goes like a lost puppy. Maybe heโ€™s discreetly asking you out. โ€œUnless youโ€™re actually busy, by the way, I hope you know youโ€™re going. And maybe youโ€™ll find some single pringle interested in a relationship. You canโ€™t just kiss me forever, you know.โ€ Oh. Well that eliminates that thought.
A part of you is yelling at you to decline, to lie and say that you actually have a dick or pussy appointment scheduled for the 14th, yet another is weak, in spite of you being aware of how this works. First of all, Valentineโ€™s Day parties are mainly for single people who donโ€™t have anything better to do, and each time one of you go to one, you end up meeting some stranger and hooking up with them. You know thatโ€™s more than likely what heโ€™s going to do, and you arenโ€™t strong enough to watch him flirt with other people.
You know how to put up a good front, though, so youโ€™ll fake it until you make it.
โ€œWe can do a lot more than kiss,โ€ you suggest with a wink.
Haechan grimaces, โ€œNo thanks. Now get off my lap.โ€
You frown, but climb off his lap nonetheless. โ€œWow,โ€ you drag dramatically, โ€œYouโ€™ll make out with me for what feels like hours, but sticking your dick in me is where you draw the line?โ€
โ€œPrecisely.โ€
You gasp in faux offense. โ€œOh, come on. Sex doesnโ€™t seem so bad. Like, think of it as my pussy giving your dick a nice warm hug.โ€
Haechanโ€™s at a lost for words, his face bright red. How do you even come up with this stuff? โ€œOh my god, are you coming or not?โ€
You joke, โ€œI thought you said sticking your dick in me was where you draw the line?โ€
He shoots you a glare so sharp youโ€™re sure that if you were still on his lap, heโ€™d be barely resisting the urge to shove you off. You donโ€™t miss the way his cheeks heat up, though.
Haechan groans exasperatedly, leaning back his gaming chair, โ€œY/n, seriously!โ€
โ€œFine!โ€ resisting your best friend is literally impossible, you conclude, because you have officially caved in to his requestโ€”or, more or less, demand, rather, โ€œfine, fine! Iโ€™ll go!โ€
โ€œGreat,โ€ he grins with satisfaction, beaming with his thirty-two teeth, and you even see little gleams of smiles in his eyes, โ€œanyway, Dohwanโ€™s gonna be here soon, so letโ€™s get ready to go shopping.โ€
You furrow your brows. You have a solid twenty minutes left, and all you really need to do is slip on your shoes.
โ€œI need more Tootsie Pops,โ€ Haechan adds, and suddenly everything makes a lot more sense.
And you roll your eyes. โ€œWeโ€™ll get you some more Tootsie Pops, but you better not ditch us for the candy aisle!โ€
โ€œOf course, not,โ€ he smiles, not even trying to sound or appear convincing. โ€œIโ€™d never leave you guys.โ€
Thatโ€™s exactly what he does.
You arenโ€™t even remotely surprised, though heavily disappointed when he announces in the middle of the thankfully empty cereal aisle that heโ€™s going to find Tootsie Pops, managing to run off before you can even protest.
Gripping the shopping cart, you avert your gaze from the Cinnamon Toast Cruch boxes to his figure, almost missing him jog onto the following aisle. You shake your head, a small smile tugging your lips. If it were the end of the world, Haechan would stock up on those candies before he would even think to consider water.
โ€œAuntie Y/N,โ€ you arenโ€™t quite adjusted to being addressed as an aunt, but you arenโ€™t against it either. You have the image all put togetherโ€”rich, thriving, and the kids adore you, โ€œdo you love my brother?โ€
That was perhaps the very last question you expected the six-year-old boy to ask you. Your eyes are a little wide, but itโ€™s a kid, you remind yourself, so you shouldnโ€™t be worried. But shit, then again, if a first-grader can figure it out, youโ€™re fresh out of luck.
โ€œWhy do you think that?โ€ You crouch down to be eye-level with him, having a feeling thereโ€™s some misunderstanding here. Dohwanโ€™s bright for his age and doesnโ€™t let anyone forget it, but youโ€™ll be damned if heโ€™s sniffed you out.
He makes a face. โ€œI saw you kiss him, just like mommy and daddy do. And my mommy and daddy love each other veryโ€”โ€ he stretches the vowel, and you canโ€™t but giggle, โ€œโ€”much! Thatโ€™s why they made me!โ€ then he gasps, and you fear what it means, praying he doesnโ€™t ask what you think he will. โ€œWill you and my brother have a baby, too? I wanโ€™ a new friend!โ€
On second thought, you think youโ€™d rather he wouldโ€™ve asked you what you thought he was. You nearly have a heart attack in the middle of the aisle, yet still, Dohwan gazes up at you with his innocent, sparkly eyes. You assume itโ€™s in the blood; Jungwoo doesnโ€™t have them, and he isnโ€™t blood-related to Haechan, but Dohwan partially is, and the twinkle is promiment.
Calmly, you reply, โ€œDonโ€™t you already have a lot friends?โ€
He does, you both know it. You vaguely remember pulling up to his sixth birthday bash and being in shock of all the little kids jumping and flipping on the Spider-Man bouncy house. You havenโ€™t been surrounded by that many children since, hell, probably since kindergarten.
โ€œYeah, but I wanna be a big brother,โ€ he folds his tiny arms and pouts, โ€œItโ€™s not fair Hyuck and Woo get to be big, but I donโ€™t!โ€
With minimum success, you manage to stifle your laugh, stretching out your arms to bring the little boy in for a hug, โ€œYouโ€™ll be big one day. Trust me, you donโ€™t wanna rush it.โ€
โ€œAnd strong like Superman?โ€
โ€œAnd strong like Superman,โ€ you reassure, all smiley and convincing. โ€œNow letโ€™s go check up on your big brother, heโ€™s taking too long.โ€
Dohwan rocks from side to side as he walks, murmuring some Nickelodeon TV show theme song, and you push the cart until youโ€™ve reached your designation.
Quickly, you regret acting on your impatience. The scene taking place at the back of the aisle is anything but comfortingโ€”Haechanโ€™s talking to some girl, whom of which is literally throwing herself onto him, and you canโ€™t help but notice the way he wallows in the attention. For fucks sake, all the attention you give him and he doesnโ€™t even give a fraction of it back! Then here comes this random girl from your campus.
Sometimes, you think about how you could do everything sheโ€™s doing right nowโ€”twirl your hair around your finger, be touchy with him, giggling girlishly at everything he says, funny or notโ€”and yet he wouldnโ€™t bat an eye, because youโ€™re best friends and nothing more. Kissing each other breathless is already normalized between the two of you, whatโ€™s a little flirting.
Sometimes, you wish you hadnโ€™t kissed your best friend that day. Youโ€™re both too comfortable, everything is too weightless. I love you, Haechan says it back without a thought. Cโ€™mere, he calls and pulls you onto his lap or cuddles you to death. Fuck, heโ€”on very rare occasions when making out goes a little too farโ€”groans into your ear, groping you a little. Scratch that. It may be weightless on his end, but it isnโ€™t on yours, and everything has an everlasting effect on you.
โ€œAuntie?โ€
When you look down at Dohwan, your gaze is so, so tired. Your eyes do the talking; you canโ€™t move your lips.
He hugs your leg. โ€œI love you.โ€
His face is pure, innocent, but he reads you so perfectly. The corners of your lips turn up, and you ruffle his hair, โ€œLove ya, too. Letโ€™s go get your brother, alright?โ€
He bounces eagerly, and you both begin to stroll down the aisle until youโ€™re beside Haechan. Youโ€™re in a selfish mood today, so you think of some remark to make in the process.
โ€œNice Tootsie Pops, Bowlcut,โ€ you mask your tiny emotional breakdown with a joke, โ€œHi, Faith.โ€
โ€œHope,โ€ she corrects, evidently annoyed by your presence, though she doesnโ€™t state it outright. โ€œMy name is Hope. Andโ€ฆ bowl cut?โ€
โ€œInterchangeable,โ€ you dismiss her correction carelessly. In all honesty, you already knew her name, but youโ€™re feeling like a bitter bitch currently, โ€œand yeah, in high school Haechan had this hideous bowl cut that heโ€”โ€
โ€œShut the fuck up,โ€ Haechan grumbles, โ€œthat was four years ago!โ€
โ€œAnd Iโ€™ll never forget,โ€ youโ€™re smiling blissfully, nostalgic. โ€œAnyways, whatโ€™cha two doing?โ€
โ€œWe were catching up, itโ€™s been a minute since Iโ€™ve seen Hope here,โ€ you hear Hope snicker at this, and something about it is extremely off-putting. He turns to her, โ€œSo, Iโ€™m in a bit of a time crunch. Could I have your number?โ€
Ouch. Right in your face, literally.
She giggles some more, typing her number in his phone, and you try to focus on Dohwan so that you donโ€™t cave into your desire to knock her upside the head. Thereโ€™s already so much on your plate, you donโ€™t need an assault charge.
She smiles, all bubbly and giddy. You know jealousy isnโ€™t a good look, but itโ€™s still pissing you off. โ€œSee you around?โ€
โ€œSee you around,โ€ Haechan replies. She hugs him, not forgetting to shoot you a look from across his shoulder as she does, and only once satisfied does she turns on her heel, sashaying away.๏ฟผ
โ€œDidnโ€™t know pussy was on the shopping list,โ€ you sneer, relieved once sheโ€™s finally gone. Her presence was suffocating.
โ€œYeah, yeah, whatever,โ€ he rolls his eyes, โ€œat least Iโ€™m actually trying, I donโ€™t know what youโ€™re going to do when Iโ€™m cuffed down andโ€”holy shโ€”I mean crap! Youโ€™re so quiet, I forgot you were here,โ€ Haechan jumps, only noticing Dohwan when he pokes at his leg. โ€œAnd donโ€™t you dare make a cuff joke, y/n. Not in front of the kid.โ€
You yell in that defensive tone which is a tell-tale sign youโ€™re lying, โ€œI wasnโ€™t gonna!โ€
Haechan gives you the look.
The weโ€™re-best-friends, I-know-when-youโ€™re-lying look.
And that look is utterly withering, so you decide youโ€™re accepting defeat. โ€œOkay fine, maybe I was thinking about it, but I wasnโ€™t actually gonna say it. Not with him around.โ€
Haechan snorts, like you said something funny, but in reality he just doesnโ€™t believe you. โ€œYeah, alright. Letโ€™s finish shopping.โ€
You donโ€™t argue, but thereโ€™s a lingering thought in your mind as you push the cart, rattling around in your brain still.
When heโ€™s cuffed. Hmm. You canโ€™t speak for him completely, but you both know how that one goes. When you get into a relationship, you think the person is great and they serve as a nice temporary distractionโ€”that is, until youโ€™re bored and realize no one will ever compare to Haechan, and especially not in the kissing department. So you break up, and then you go back to making out with Haechan, solidifying your suspicion that no one will ever replace your best friend. Itโ€™s the reason you donโ€™t do relationships anymore, you feel bad for using people when you know it isnโ€™t going to change a thing. It never does.
As far as your knowledge extends, things arenโ€™t too different with Haechan. You and him donโ€™t push things, you donโ€™t pry too deep. Thereโ€™s some unspoken boundary, and you know when to drop things. Thatโ€™s why you both say the same thing each time you ask one another why you and whoever it was that you were previously seeing broke upโ€”it wasnโ€™t working out.
Like a moth to a flame, Haechan always finds his way back to you too, because apparently youโ€™re the only person that can keep him tied down. You donโ€™t think thatโ€™s the case, though. Your problem is youโ€™re in love with your best friend, no matter how hard you try to suppress the feelings. His problem? You canโ€™t be sure, but youโ€™d guess commitment issues.
Whatever it is, and as selfish as it may sound, you want it to stay. He isnโ€™t yours, but you like the comfort of knowing that he isnโ€™t anyone elseโ€™s, either.
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If Cupid had a human counterpart, it would be Na Jaemin in reincarnated form. He may not have wings nor a bow and arrow, but he does have dedication and a gigantic mouth.
โ€œI canโ€™t believe you called me over here for this,โ€ you stand in an effort to leave, but Jaemin pulls you back down by your wrist, so you sigh, accepting that youโ€™re stuck in the cafe and in the middle of a Jaem-terrogation.
โ€œNot so fast, Sonic. You still havenโ€™t answered my question. I donโ€™t have all day, you know, I have other peopleโ€™s business to be in,โ€ he admits unabashedly, and you snort at his honesty.
Jaemin is an extremely shameless, extremely straightforward individual. He knows what he wants, how to get it, and the only time heโ€™s afraid of letting someone know what heโ€™s chasing for is when it interferes with his goal of obtaining said desire. He loves all things drama and gossip, and these are the lengths heโ€™ll go to squeeze information out of you. No wonder heโ€™s one of the writers for the campus newspaper.
โ€œI donโ€™t have feelings for Haechan,โ€ you fiddle with your fork. โ€œAnd even if I did, why would it matter? Haechan doesnโ€™t have feelings for me, either.โ€
โ€œForgive me, but youโ€™re a fucking dumbass,โ€ Jaemin concludes, and you gasp in dramatic offense. โ€œWhy would I be here if he didnโ€™t like you back, y/n? You know that he hasnโ€™t had anyone over in two weeks? Thereโ€™s like, three things at the top of Haechanโ€™s list of shit he needs to survive, and thatโ€™s you, Tootsie Pops, and sex. Yet heโ€™s gone two entire weeks without it. He likes you, really fucking bad.โ€
โ€œGolly gee, Haechan hasnโ€™t fucked anyone in two entire weeks. He must be head over heels in love with me,โ€ you deadpan, ignoring how Jaemin rolls his eyes in response. โ€œBe serious, Jaem. He literally got this girlโ€™s number the other day. The man said himself that he doesnโ€™t want to stick his dick in me. Thereโ€™s nothing going on.โ€
Okay, so maybe Haechan is a raging sexaholic. Maybe heโ€™s been a little horny recently. And maybe contact-full makeout sessions have been a reoccurrence in the past two weeks, but none of that matters, and he typically has extreme self control. Fresh as yesterday, he was definitely trying to get into Hopeโ€™s pants. Itโ€™s weightless, everything between you. It means absolutely nothing, and youโ€™re trying to come to terms with the possibility that it never will. You wish your friends would accept the fact, too.
At least they donโ€™t know you and Haechan make out, and have been for the past four years. Theyโ€™d be insufferable, and you two would absolutely never hear the end of it.
โ€œY/n, please. Your biggest competition is those damn Tootsie Pops.โ€
โ€œAnd if you told him that he had to live without me or the candy, heโ€™d choose them over me any day.โ€
โ€œActually, heโ€™d tell me to fuck offโ€”and stop asking him stupid questions. You canโ€™t tell me Iโ€™m wrong because Iโ€™m speaking from experience,โ€ Jaemin grins, โ€œI pushed the question until he gave me a proper answer. He chose you, by the way.โ€
You groan into your hands, โ€œUnless you have some other evidence to provide besides this stupid question and him not getting laid in two weeks, youโ€™re wasting my time here, Cupid.โ€
Jaemin sighs, โ€œI thought I could pressure you into admitting your feelingsโ€”โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t have feelings for Haechan!โ€
โ€œโ€”that you deny having, but I guess taking the high road doesnโ€™t work. Donโ€™t worry, I still have plan B. I mean, you should be worried, but itโ€™s whatever.โ€
You blink. โ€œPlan B?โ€
He ignores you, standing up and preparing to take his leave. Youโ€™re still curious about whatever his alternative, backup plan is however, and he doesnโ€™t look like heโ€™s going to tell you.
โ€œJaemin!โ€ You shriek. โ€œWhat are you talking about?โ€
โ€œFebruary 14th, Chenleโ€™s party,โ€ he answers vaguely, swinging his bag over his shoulders. โ€œBe there, or be square. Whatever that means.โ€
He exits without another word, leaving you dumbfounded and with a sudden dread in your chest. They donโ€™tโ€ฆ know, do they? No, of course not. How could they? Youโ€™ve been keeping this secret for nearly four years, and the only people that know are Jungwoo and Dohwan.
Great. Another reason to dread the fourteenth, and despise Cupidโ€”and his human counterpart, your actual mortal enemy.
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โ€œI know you like Regina George, but the dress code is Cady Heron.โ€๏ฟผ
Bummer. You didnโ€™t exactly plan on attending as a sexy bunny in fishnets and knee-high boots, but you donโ€™t intend on wearing a Party City outfit, neither. Itโ€™s only the 6th though, so you still have a week and some change to outfit plan.
You frown, โ€œWhy the change? None of his past parties have had much of a dress code.โ€
โ€œBecause Chenle is also stuck babysitting his baby brother on Valentineโ€™s day while his parents are having a date night,โ€ Haechan answers. โ€œIโ€™m not saying you have to dress like a prude, but donโ€™t dress like a slut, either.โ€
Ignoring the insinuation behind his words, you donโ€™t miss the fact he said also. โ€œWhat do you mean also? Donโ€™t tell meโ€ฆโ€
โ€œExactly what you think. Dad is whisking my stepmom away on a romantic evening date to only God knows where, and Jungwoo is busy with his girlfriend, so me being the sole single-pringle in the family gave him the bright idea to have me baby sit,โ€ he explains, though he doesnโ€™t seem burdened by the task. โ€œI donโ€™t really mind, though. Itโ€™d be one thing if I planned on getting some pussy that night, but no oneโ€™s smashing at a party where thereโ€™s children. I hope not, at least.โ€
You wince at that. You hope not, too. Itโ€™s a setback that you have to re-plan your outfit, but on the plus side, Haechan can and will help you decide this time, even if you have to force him.
So thatโ€™s where you find yourself a couple hours later, your bedroom a mess as the aftermath of the meticulous care youโ€™ve put into your self-styling. Youโ€™ve narrowed it down to two outfit selections; option A, the white crop-top with the cute pink pants; or option B, the pretty and red mini-dress with stilettos. Itโ€™s a little embarrassing that hours of your indecisiveness have led you to this conclusion, but you want to choose the perfect outfit thatโ€™s also not overbearing.
โ€œAnd I have to help you why?โ€
โ€œBecause youโ€™re my best friend, and thatโ€™s what best friends are for, duh.โ€
Haechanโ€™s favorite thing about your place is you have all his utmost favorite gamesโ€”and that literally everything there is like a piece of you, from the decoration to the smell of your perfume bottles you keep in your bathroom. Heโ€™d never tell you that, thoughโ€”so he wasnโ€™t too enthusiastic about being interrupted from his video-gaming session. But then, he realized he gets a special preview of your Valentineโ€™s day outfit, and Haechan loves the way you dress, probably an abnormal amount. Slutty or prude-y.
โ€œThen whatโ€™cha waiting for? Strip for me, princess,โ€ he demands jokingly. It isnโ€™t normal for you to feel bashful by anything a guy says, but everything is so different with Haechan. Itโ€™s the littlest, simplist things that drive you over the edge, that make you want him in ways you probably, scratch that, definitely shouldnโ€™t.
And all the questions, assumptions, and rumors regarding your nonexistent relationship with Haechan arenโ€™t exactly unwarranted. You two flirt and touch an abnormal amount, and while itโ€™s common knowledge that Haechan is a touchy person, and youโ€™re a natural flirt, people say itโ€™s extreme between you two.
That makes you laugh. When it comes to the tension between you both that people speak of, you wish you could see what they see.
โ€œYou want to watch me strip?โ€ Youโ€™re genuinely surprised, only the other day he seemed repulsed by the thought of you naked. โ€œThatโ€™s new. Iโ€™m guessing you havenโ€™t gotten laid in a hot minute.โ€
Haechan rolls his eyes, silently confirming what Jaemin told you at the cafe, but you shake the thought away, refusing to let it spur you on. It doesnโ€™t mean anything. โ€œAnyways. Youโ€™ve got nothing I havenโ€™t seen before, baby girl. Now, you gonna strip or what?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stripping, Iโ€™m stripping! Relax, Liam Payne!โ€ Itโ€™s really nothing he hasnโ€™t seen before, because Haechanโ€™s seen naked girls, and heโ€™s seen you half-naked before, so neither of you actually care. You peel off your top, slowly and in a strip tease sort of way and look him in the eye, giggling once you catch him shaking his head. You donโ€™t repeat the movement with your shorts though, simply taking them off and picking up your new shirt to slip it off the hanger.
Successfully discreet, Haechan wallows in the sight of you half-naked for as long as he can before youโ€™re slipping on the crop top and the pink pants. Now that he thinks about it, he bought you those pants, and darn do they make your ass look good. Then he realizes heโ€™s thinking about your ass and taking not as discreet looks at it, and shakes the thought away.
โ€œSo?โ€ Your voice cuts through the silence. โ€œWhat do you think?โ€
He needs a moment to gather himself and recollect his thoughts, because he feels like turning on Destinyโ€™s Childโ€™s Bootylicious and if spoke his mind he would definitely say something heโ€™d regret. Like, I could fuck the shit out of you. He doesnโ€™t think he should say that.
โ€œWhat do you mean, what do I think? I bought you those pants, Iโ€™d be damned if I thought you didnโ€™t look good in them,โ€ Haechan supplies, making you roll your eyes in response.
โ€œVery underwhelming reaction. I wanted you to fall out on the floor and pass out for a few seconds with your hand on your chest,โ€ you pout.
โ€œDefinitely not doing all that,โ€ he chuckles. โ€œBut you do look good enough forโ€ฆ somebody to do it. Anyways, itโ€™s stripping time again. Get in that dress for me, princess.โ€
If he doesnโ€™t stop with the pet names youโ€™re going to combust. You hide it though, taking off outfit option A and putting on option B. You feel confident in your appearance, with or without him, but the way Haechanโ€™s practically gawking at you does boost said confidence.
โ€œWhat about this one?โ€
Okay, so Haechanโ€™s one-hundred percent biased in his decisionโ€”or maybe he isnโ€™t, since he didnโ€™t buy this outfitโ€”though nonetheless, he loves this dress on you. In his personal opinion, youโ€™ll look good in anything you wear, but the way this particular dress hugs your figure perfectly is a bonus. He knows all eyes are going to be on you the moment you step inside Chenleโ€™s house, and maybe heโ€™s going to have to keep you and Dohwan close to his side.
Rather than replying verbally, Haechan walks forward and pulls you into a kiss. His hands dip around your waist, skirting the area until heโ€™s gripping you like heโ€™s afraid of letting go.
And as always, you melt into his lips. Like ice to the sun, or wax to a flame. Itโ€™s the umpteenth kiss in your whole lifetime, but Haechan always makes it feel like the first time. Like two love-struck highschoolers, except with a lot more experience. Haechan kisses you like he loves you, and you hate it. You might even loathe it.
His fingers slip down your hips, to your revealed thighs, like he just so happens to know thatโ€™s one of your weak spots. Luckily youโ€™ve learned some of his weak spots too, and not really thinking, you donโ€™t hesitate to aim for his most sensitive one - his neck. You canโ€™t get used to how beautiful he sounds as he moans, your lips pressing into his sweet spot and leaving undoubtedly a mark.
โ€œFuck,โ€ Haechan moans, โ€œyouโ€™re my kryptonite, you know that?โ€
โ€œA kiss is all it takes for you to fold?โ€ You gasp out with a smirk.
โ€œShut up.โ€
Your grin widens. โ€œMake me.โ€
Just as he leans in, about to pin you down to your duvet and kiss the life out of you while youโ€™re thinking that maybe this is the tension people speak of, his phone rings in his back pocket. It feels like snapping out some trance or spell, like a reverse Cupidโ€™s arrow, and he instantly backs off of you.
He takes a look at his phone screen. โ€œI um, I gotta take this.โ€
Biting your lip, you nod. โ€œOkay.โ€
โ€œYou look great though,โ€ he comments, and you smile thinly at him as he slips from between your fingertips yet again.
It seems that youโ€™re left all alone, pathetically wet, and wondering if that person on the other line is Hope - but you try to shake that thought off.
Sighing, you flop against your sheets. Love is some extremely cruel, extremely rigged game that only lucky people win, and it seems that Luck has sided with the evil that is Cupid. Youโ€™ve been dealt cards, and Haechan refuses to show you his hand. All you can do is watch it play out.
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Haechan knew that something was dangerously off when Jaemin bought him a brand-new bag of Tootsie Pops without being asked, and invited you over for a movie night with the guys, offering to open up with you and Haechanโ€™s all-time favorite movie, Mean Girls. He even offered to play The Kissing Booth next! Everyone else instantly protested of course, but the fact he offered in the first place is borderline suspicious.
Sure, Jaeminโ€™s not the devil or anything, depending on who you ask. Heโ€™sโ€ฆ kind, and he can be a sweetheart. But Jaemin does nothing for free, and Haechan canโ€™t shake the thought that this is planned bribery. And it isnโ€™t hush-money. Jaemin doesnโ€™t buy silence, he buys words.
By the time Jaemin asks Haechan to help him with the popcorn, heโ€™s ninety-nine point nine percent sure that something is definitely wrong here. Yet still, he follows him into the kitchen.
โ€œAlright, whatโ€™s up man?โ€ Haechan wastes zero time, wanting to get to the bottom of all this. โ€œI know you want something out of me. Thereโ€™s no other reason you would offer to play The Kissing Booth, or buy me Tootsie Pops for free.โ€
Jaemin scoffs, but he doesnโ€™t try to front, โ€œGlad you know. Since weโ€™re on the same page, letโ€™s address this thing with you and y/n.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s what this is about?โ€ Haechan grumbles. โ€œIโ€™ve told you, I donโ€™t have feelings for her!โ€ He whisper-yells.
Jaemin has heard that far too many times for it to be convincing. Heโ€™s positive that even Helen Keller herself could tell you two are hopelessly in love. Takes one to know one, he thinks. It seems the three of you must be blind, because you and Haechan are oblivious to your feelings for one another, and itโ€™s painfully obvious.
โ€œAnd Mary wasnโ€™t a virgin,โ€ Jaemin says ironically, making Haechan roll his eyes. โ€œIf youโ€™re not in love with her, then explain what the hell is going on between you two. I know that sheโ€™s your best friend or whatever, but you donโ€™t act like it at all. From a fresh perspective, someone would totally think youโ€™re in love.โ€
Haechan hates that heโ€™s right. It doesnโ€™t make sense the amount of times youโ€™ve gone to public places and had cashiers refer to you as a couple, or elderly people ask you if youโ€™re together. Because youโ€™re not. Youโ€™re best friends, and even if Haechan wants to be more than that, thatโ€™s his label. And heโ€™s sure heโ€™s stuck with it for life.
โ€œYouโ€™re fucking Hope to distract yourself from your feelings for y/n,โ€ Jaemin adds, and itโ€™s a statement, not a question.
โ€œIโ€™m notโ€”โ€
โ€œYou are,โ€ Jaemin interjects. โ€œHead over heels, in love with a girl you think doesnโ€™t reciprocate your feelings, and youโ€™re also being an ass to her, whether you know it or not.โ€
If Haechan was in a situation where he needed to simplify the reason you two click so well, heโ€™d say chalk it up to compatibility and say itโ€™s because youโ€™re like a mirror of one another. Which also means he knows you, better than anyone else even, and he knows neither of you do the whole catching feelings things anymore. You like to fuck and flirt, and fuck some more, to avoid the fact that you love too hard. If you fuck people whose names you donโ€™t even remember, it doesnโ€™t mean a darn thing that you two make out.
No one really knows about that part yet. But they do know that you like to fuck, and thatโ€™s why Haechan thinks that if heโ€™s an ass, then that means so are you. What the fuck is he doing that you arenโ€™t?
Even if he is an ass, what is he supposed to do? Heโ€™s only recently realized that damn, he actually does have feelings for you, which is where Hope comes along and yes, he is fucking her to distract himself from you. So what? Itโ€™s not like itโ€™s working, heโ€™s still stuck on you, obsessed with the thought of you, craving your touch and the sound of your voice. He still loves you, and itโ€™s so scary because no matter what his friends say, he thinks they donโ€™t know you or your relationship like he does. They think they do, but they donโ€™t.
โ€œIโ€™m not in love,โ€ Haechan lies through his teeth, โ€œmaybe Iโ€™m in like.โ€
Jaemin snorts. In like? Thatโ€™s the stupidest thing heโ€™s ever heard. Not in love his fucking ass. โ€œYouโ€™re in denial, thatโ€™s what you are.โ€
Haechan grumbles, trying desperately not to raise his voice so that the others donโ€™t hear him from the living room, โ€œEven if I did like herโ€”and Iโ€™m telling you, I donโ€™tโ€”it wouldnโ€™t change anything because she doesnโ€™t like me.โ€
โ€œYou two are the same breed of oblivious and stupid,โ€ Jaemin takes the popcorn out of the microwave, pouring it all into a bowl. Heโ€™s even laughing, much to Haechanโ€™s confusion, but heโ€™s apparently unbothered by Haechanโ€™s lack of confession, โ€œbut fine. Lie to my face. I still have a backup plan.โ€
โ€œA back-up plan?โ€ Haechan repeats, lost.
โ€œI just thought it would be nice of me to try and get you to confess before I have to work a Valentineโ€™s day miracle, but unfortunately you two are a match made in heavenโ€”both terribly stubborn,โ€ Jaemin says vaguely, not really answering Haechanโ€™s question, โ€œso I guess weโ€™ll all know the truth at Chenleโ€™s party.โ€
Jaemin exits with the popcorn bowls before Haechan can even part his lips to ask another question, and he stands there, shocked and unsure of how to react. Heโ€™s concerned, though. Jaemin has something cooking (besides the popcorn), and he isnโ€™t sure what, but itโ€™s Na fucking gossiping blabbermouth Jaemin. That means it canโ€™t be anything good.
So apparently when you and Haechan had that heated makeout session the other day, you left a trail - or in other words, you marked his neck the fuck up.
You hadnโ€™t noticed because he covered it up with concealer, but youโ€™re in the middle of another one of those when he stops you, preventing you from repeating your mistake.
โ€œYou canโ€™t do that. People will see,โ€ Haechan frowns. You wonder whatโ€™s the problem with hickeys. Is he embarrassed? No way. Haechan? Embarrassed? About hickeys? He has much bigger fish to fry.
In contrast, youโ€™re over the moon. Even if he isnโ€™t yours, marking him up makes you feel like he belongs to you. Plus, other people will see, and theyโ€™ll know that he isnโ€™t theirs, either. Haechan also has a beautiful neck, you realize as you stare at his skin. It makes you wonder if thereโ€™s anything about him that isnโ€™t beautiful.
โ€œWould that be so bad?โ€ You ask. โ€œYouโ€™d look sexy all marked up by me.โ€
Haechan groans, โ€œDo you ever think with your head and not your pussy?โ€
โ€œI wish my pussy was my head. My headโ€™s just so full of you,โ€ you sigh dramatically.
Itโ€™s rare for Haechan to blush, but you somehow manage to make him full-on flush sometimes and you take that as an achievement. Itโ€™s partially the reason you love flirting with him so much, heโ€™s so reactive. His reactions are cute sometimes.
โ€œBe serious for 5 seconds,โ€ he whines, and you giggle.
โ€œI was serious,โ€ you insist, โ€œbut fine, Iโ€™ll think with my head since yours is clearly not working. No oneโ€™s gonna assume theyโ€™re from me, Hyuck. Just tell them theyโ€™re from one of your hoes.โ€
โ€œI know, but itโ€™s not them Iโ€™m worried about. Itโ€™s, umโ€ฆโ€ he trails off.
Youโ€™re confused, blinking. If not your friends, then who on earthโ€”oh, for fucks sake.
โ€œItโ€™s Hope,โ€ you utter tonelessly.
โ€œYeah, uh, yeah,โ€ he wonders why you suddenly sound so dry, and then the whole grocery shopping thing seeps back into his mind. You obviously donโ€™t like Hope, and itโ€™s not just you, really. Lots of people donโ€™t like her. But Haechan needs a pretty face to compete with the image of yours in his head, even if it isnโ€™t winning. โ€œShe kinda likes me, andโ€”โ€
โ€œDo you like her?โ€ You donโ€™t mean to ask so fast. It slips, like your mouth has a mind of its own.
Haechan shrugs. No, he doesnโ€™t like her. He likes you, but he thinks that maybe he can somehow convince himself itโ€™s the other way around. So he replies, โ€œMaybe.โ€
Fuck. You try not to appear suddenly devoid of life, forcing a cheery smile. โ€œThatโ€™sโ€ฆ nice,โ€ you lie through your teeth. โ€œLet me take this opportunity to have one last kiss before I possibly never will again?โ€
Haechan snickers, to silently say as if. He isnโ€™t wrong for it, either. One kiss is never one kiss with him โ€” never has been, never will be. Thereโ€™s a reason you both bonded over bombing a math exam.
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D-day rolls around, and youโ€™re eyeing your frame in your full-length mirror, smoothing your palms over your dress as you give yourself a quick once-over before the clock strikes 7PM. You look like that bitch, and everyone in that party is going to fucking know it because youโ€™re going to walk in there like that bitch. Fuck Cupid. You donโ€™t need his stupid bow. And fuck Haechan, too. Heโ€™s your ride, but heโ€™s gonna ditch you at some point in the party like he always does. Itโ€™ll be no different now, and this time, youโ€™ll be the first one to leave.
The chime of the doorbell jolts you from your mental slumber, and you quickly reach for your purse then head towards the door with a heavy heartbeat. You know heโ€™s already seen you in this dress, he chose it for fucks sake, but thereโ€™s something else that gets your heart racingโ€”no. You canโ€™t think about him. Fuck Haechan, remember? Heโ€™s no good for you.
โ€œHere goes nothing,โ€ you mutter to yourself, palm on the doorknob, โ€œyou can do this.โ€
Haechanโ€™s sucks in a breath the moment you open the door. You look gorgeous. You always do, but in this particular moment, you look better than you ever have before. Those corny romance sayings usually make him laugh with mirth, but heโ€™s genuinely convinced you look better everyday that he sees you. All dressed up like this, or not.
โ€œYou look so pretty, Auntie!โ€ Dohwan beats him to a compliment.
You bend down to ruffle the boyโ€™s hair, โ€œThank you, Dohwan. You look very handsome.โ€ And then you look at Haechan.
He looks handsome as well, unfortunately. Jet black hair, exposed forehead, and his outfit is black with red hearts in the center of the shirt. You try not to pay him too much mind, but your heart and the place between your thighs donโ€™t seem to agree with your mind. He catches you looking at him, and feels a twinge of anxiousness in his heart. Get it together, man, he tells himself. Lee Donghyuck doesnโ€™t get nervous looking at pretty girls. Lee Donghyuck doesnโ€™t hesitate about his actions, either, wondering if he should hold your hand, he doesnโ€™t rethink what he should say. It all comes to him naturally.
โ€œYeah, you look beautiful,โ€ he settles, mentally cursing himself for being unable to think of anything else. He blames you. Ever since you first snuck in his mind, youโ€™ve been living rent-free there, and make it hard to think about anything else sometimes. Thatโ€™s why he thought that needed distractions.
If you could relay the message to your heart, youโ€™d tell it stop beating. Instead, you mask your emotion, smiling. โ€œThank you, likewise. Now cโ€™mon, we gotta get there by 7:30!โ€
Haechanโ€™s saddened by the dismissal, but you donโ€™t catch his face as you walk to his car.
If you ignore him, you can do this.
Haechan cannot do this.
Something isnโ€™t right. It wasnโ€™t right the second he noticed you gave him a simple, rushed compliment, not bothering to make some sexual remark that usually makes Haechanโ€™s cheeks feel like fire. You didnโ€™t even kiss him before you got in the car. And Haechanโ€™s sure youโ€™ve been avoiding him like the plague, scurrying off and getting lost in the red and pink sea before he could even ask you if you wanted to check out the drink menu.
He doesnโ€™t know where you are, and that haunts him. Turns out Chenle is paying Yangyang, Ten and Jisung to keep the kids entertained on one end of the house, whilst the adults do adult-y things on the other. You could be with someone else for all he knows, hell, you probably are. He was practically fuming when he saw some people staring at you as you walked in.
โ€œUh oh, I think y/n divorced Haechan,โ€ Chenle jokes, and a choir of laughs follows suit.
Haechan grumbles, โ€œA guy canโ€™t miss his girl best friend?โ€
โ€œOf course, you can,โ€ Chenle drawls, โ€œbut everyone knows sheโ€™s more than just a friend to you. Like even if you arenโ€™t together, thereโ€™s no way you guys donโ€™t have feelings for each other.โ€
โ€œRight? And theyโ€™re so cute together, too. A literal match made in heaven by angel Cupid,โ€ Jaemin agrees, speaking as though Haechan isnโ€™t right there.
โ€œYouโ€™re dating y/n?โ€ gasps Karina, overhearing Jaemin much to Haechanโ€™s dismay. Oh, great, sheโ€™s as much as a blabbermouth as he is. The whole worldโ€™s going to think Haechanโ€™s dating you in five minutes or less.
โ€œNo!โ€
โ€œYes, he is, spread the word,โ€ Jaemin says, already knowing he doesnโ€™t have to tell her. Karinaโ€™s mumbling I knew it under her breath before jogging somewhere.
โ€œYou know,โ€ Haechan starts, downing a shot because if heโ€™s not at least tipsy heโ€™s going to die at this party, โ€œsheโ€™s been making me watch murder documentaries with her and Iโ€™ve definitely picked up a thing or two. Iโ€™d be careful.โ€
Jaemin scoffs, โ€œPlease. Youโ€™re going to be kissing my ass and the ground that I walk on by the time this partyโ€™s over.โ€
There it goes. Haechan wonders whatโ€™s so special about tonight that Jaeminโ€™s been hinting at vaguely. Itโ€™s been keeping him on his toes, but he doesnโ€™t ask because he knows Jaemin, and he isnโ€™t going to tell him a thing. The one time this guy wants to keep something secret.
An hour flies by, and Haechan still hasnโ€™t seen you. Heโ€™s looked for you, and refuses to believe his eyes are somehow missing you, even though youโ€™re in a crowd. He literally went up the stars and gazed over the railing for a better view, and you were no where to be found. Youโ€™ve refused to answer your phone, too, and Haechan doesnโ€™t know what to do. He would just start talking to some random chick, but thatโ€™s not what Haechan wants. He doesnโ€™t want some random chick. He wants to be with you. Hold you. Touch you. Kiss you, with no shame, no fear, in front of everyone, and he isnโ€™t in denial about it. He wants you.
And Jaemin is fed up.
โ€œAlright, Iโ€™m tired of you moping around drinking like a divorced man. Letโ€™s go to the kitchen,โ€ Jaemin suggests. Or commands, but still.
Haechan quirks a brow. โ€œWhere thereโ€™s nothing but more drinks?โ€
โ€œTrust me, Iโ€™m not letting you drink anymore tonight. You have a wife and a kid to drive home,โ€ Jaemin jokes. Usually heโ€™d deny any sort of relationship with you that isnโ€™t best-friendship, but Haechan simply shakes his head, following his friend and roommate into the kitchen.
Then he sees you, and his jaw doesnโ€™t just drop, but it falls flat on the ground, bounces a little, and comes back down. Youโ€™re clinging to Chenleโ€™s side with a confused face, equally as surprised to see him, though not very delighted.
โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€
โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€
You stare at one another.
โ€œStop copying me!โ€
โ€œStop copying me!โ€
Jaemin and Chenle stare at one another, then stare at you two staring at one another, and stare at one another again.
โ€œI hate to interrupt yourโ€ฆ stare-off, but thereโ€™s a reason we brought you two here,โ€ Jaemin interjects, making you two finally split gazes as you stare at him, confused.
โ€œWhich is?โ€
โ€œWhich is?โ€
You glare at him. Jaeminโ€™s success was short-lived, it seems.
โ€œDrum roll, please,โ€ he says, and Chenle begins tapping against the counter, โ€œDohwan!โ€
Suddenly, Dohwan pops up from around the corner. Heโ€™s on the completely wrong side of the house, and while heโ€™s under adult supervision, you still wonder why heโ€™s here.
You blink. โ€œWhatโ€™s he doing here?โ€
Jaemin smirks. โ€œIโ€™m glad you asked. Dohwan tells me heโ€™s witnessing some very interesting sights of the two of you. Go ahead and tell us what you saw, kiddo.โ€
โ€œI saw Haechan and Auntie y/n kissing, like mommy and daddy do!โ€ Dohwan shares, grimacing in disgust. If you werenโ€™t practically fearing for your life right now, youโ€™d probably laugh at his reaction.
โ€œAnd how often do you see this?โ€ Chenle adds.
โ€œUmโ€ฆโ€ the kid ponders, โ€œevery time Auntie y/n comes over. I heard them say they wanted to keep it a secret from me, but theyโ€™re not very good at it.โ€
Haechan shoots you a panicked look, and youโ€™re wearing the exact same one. By the time you realize that this is what Jaeminโ€™s been hinting at this whole time, itโ€™s much too late. Your secret has been exposed to the worst people ever, and now theyโ€™re definitely going to think youโ€™re dating. ๏ฟผ
โ€œThank you for your input, Dohwan,โ€ Jaemin smiles, then turns to look at you and Haechan. Youโ€™re both frozen and stiff, unsure of how to respond. โ€œSo, anything to say about this?โ€
โ€œIt doesnโ€™t mean anything,โ€ Haechanโ€™s quick to say. You hope no one catches the way your face falters with hurt for a split second. โ€œIf you want me to be honest, then fine, I will. Yeah, we kiss. Weโ€™ve been kissing since high school, but it didnโ€™t mean anything then and it doesnโ€™t mean anything now. We just, I donโ€™t know, do it for fun.โ€
Chenle deadpans, โ€œSo you just kiss for pure, innocent fun.โ€
โ€œExactly,โ€ Haechan nods. โ€œIt means nothing.โ€
It means something to me, you think to yourself, and when you notice the silence in the room, you gaze up to see everyoneโ€™s eyes on you, Haechanโ€™s a little wide. Oh, fuck.
โ€œI said that aloud, didnโ€™t I?โ€
โ€œYep,โ€ Jaemin grins. He was right. โ€œIs there something you want to share with the class?โ€
Stupidly, you decide to look at Haechan, and heโ€™s re-lost his composure, frozen up and stiff all over again. Your heart is pounding harder than it has been all night. Itโ€™s partially the alcohol, but you can feel it in your veins and all around you. It wonโ€™t leave you alone, and looking at Haechan, itโ€™s faster, as if to say heโ€™s the one I want.
So you choose to make another decision that you might possibly regret, but you have to get this off your chest. It isnโ€™t news to anyone but Haechan anyways.
โ€œDonghyuck,โ€ you start, and he knows itโ€™s getting serious because you just said his government name. You literally never call him by his government name. โ€œI know we agreed to keep things platonic, and for it to mean nothing, but I want you. Like really, really bad. I think Iโ€”no, everyoneโ€™s right, I really am, extremely in love with you. If you donโ€™t feel the same I understand, I just had to get this off my cheโ€”โ€
You arenโ€™t given the chance to finish before Haechan swoops you in his arms, reaching for your waist as he pulls you into a kiss. Thereโ€™s a chorus of cheers from Chenle and Jaemin, followed by a shriek of disgust from Dohwan as he covers his eyes, but you two arenโ€™t trying to hide anymore, you want to scream from the rooftops that youโ€™re in love. Yes, the infamous Lee Donghyuck and y/n know more than flirting and fucking. Youโ€™re in love, drunk off of a sip of it and the taste of Haechanโ€™s lips, and god, has kissing your best friend never felt better.
โ€œLetโ€™s give the newlywed couple some privacy now,โ€ Jaemin says with a grin. Gosh, he really is the spawn of Cupid, but you have to thank him. This wouldnโ€™t be happening if it wasnโ€™t for his stupid โ€˜gotcha!โ€™ plan. โ€œYou two work this out.โ€
The three of them pile out, and you and Haechan part from one another to breathe. You stay in comfortable silence for a moment, his hands slipping into yours.
โ€œYour hands are sweating,โ€ you comment after a while.
โ€œItโ€™s hot.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s the middle of February.โ€
โ€œSo? Global warming is real, you know,โ€ Haechan shrugs, refusing to acknowledge the fact that his hand is sweating because heโ€™s nervous. Heโ€™s accepted that you make him feel all warm inside and his heart feel like mush, but he still isnโ€™t used to not hiding the way you make him feel.
You laugh but donโ€™t press things. โ€œNewlywed couple, huh. Canโ€™t be, you still havenโ€™t popped the question.โ€
โ€œYeah?โ€ He laughs, too. โ€œThen will you take my hand in marriage and take me as your illegally wedded husband?โ€
You hum, pretending to contemplate, โ€œHmm, I donโ€™t know. You sure you donโ€™t wanna marry a giant cardboard Tootsie Pop cutout? Or what about that girl? What happened to her, by the way, I thought you said you liked her.โ€
Haechan groans, not really wanting to think about her right now, โ€œNo more Hope. Ironically, sheโ€™s a lost cause. I had to cut shit with her because she canโ€™t comprehend what a fling is. She wanted a relationship, and you know, I lied to you when I said that I might want her. I didnโ€™t know you liked me back until, like, now, so I was just saying shit in hopes of convincing myself I could stop liking you. That planned failed, though.โ€
His words lift a massive weight off of your shoulders, and you finally feel like you can breathe now. Take that, bitch, you think with a smirk. She was giggling in your face so hard at the grocery store, but youโ€™re having the last laugh.
You tilt your head. โ€œWhat about the Tootsie Pops?โ€
โ€œYeah, sorry but I canโ€™t give them up as easily. Would you mind a Tootsie Pop bouquet?โ€
Gosh, this is the man you love. You roll your eyes, but smile as you reply, โ€œYou know, youโ€™re like a Tootsie Pop.โ€
If Haechan were a dog, his ears would perk up right now. โ€œHow come?โ€
โ€œIโ€™ll never know how long Iโ€™ll be able to kiss you without wanting to fuck you,โ€ you lean in his ear to purr, voice tickling his neck. You eye it and his lips, and lord knows you canโ€™t wait to finally be able to mark him up again.
โ€œYeah? Wanna go home, put Dohwan to sleep, and let me take this dress off you?โ€ He grips at your waist, his hand resting there with the burning urge to dip lower. He bites his lip.
โ€œThought you drew the line at sticking your dick in me,โ€ you joke.
โ€œThat was when I was in denial about wanting you,โ€ Haechan whispers, โ€œbut now I can admit to myself that even though you amazing in this dress, I wanna take it off of you. Your bodyโ€™s perfect.โ€
โ€œI kinda hate the scar on my thigh.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t. It provides depth to your character. It makes someone wonder how you got it, the story of how it happened,โ€ he answers, ever so deeply.
โ€œPoetic,โ€ you snort, โ€œcanโ€™t tell if youโ€™re giving me Bruno Mars or John Legend vibes more right now.โ€
Haechan rolls his eyes, smiling. โ€œYou said youโ€™d never know how long youโ€™d be able to kiss me without dying to fuck me, right?โ€
โ€œI never said dying.โ€
He ignores you, โ€œThen letโ€™s put it to the test, shall we?โ€
Your lips wind up pressed firmly to his, with your hands on his cheek and his palms on your hips yet again. Itโ€™s fiercer than ever, Haechanโ€™s kissing you like he doesnโ€™t want to let you breathe, like he wants to stay in this moment with you forever. He kisses you with love and lust, with passion and desire, with emotion and no more fear in his chocolate-y eyes. You donโ€™t regret kissing Haechan that day. It took a while, but it brought you to this moment where you can finally call him yours. And that one more kiss stuff is bullshit. His lips are yours and vice versa, and as youโ€™re by each otherโ€™s side, youโ€™ll never stop kissing him. And heโ€™ll never stop kissing you.
โ€œTheyโ€™re here!โ€ Karina suddenly bursts into the kitchen, pointing at you and Haechan. โ€œLook! I told you they were dating!โ€
Oh, god. You totally forgot about Karinaโ€™s stupid bet with Mark. Mark looks entirely devastated and surprised, devastated because thatโ€™s twenty-five bucks gone from his wallet, and surprised because he genuinely believed you and Haechan have been best friends this whole time. Technically, he isnโ€™t wrong, but youโ€™re not sure if you want to interrupt to tell them that.
Mark whines, โ€œOh, cโ€™mon! I really thought you guys were just friends.โ€
โ€œPay up, loser,โ€ Karina smirks, and with a pout, Mark pulls cash from his pockets.
Haechan looks at you, and while you donโ€™t say anything, you can tell youโ€™re both thinking the exact same thing. The whole campus is about to know you two are dating. Karinaโ€™s for sure going to tell everyone she knows, hell, probably even people she doesnโ€™t know, and thereโ€™s a ninety-nine point nine percent chance of Jaemin raining your business on everyone in his latest report for the school newspaper.
You canโ€™t say that you care, though. This is what you wanted, to unashamedly love Haechan, to be able to state it proudly in front of everyone, to let everyone know, to claim him as yours and yours only. So fuck Cupid. Fuck his bow, fuck his arrow, because this relationship is all a product of you and Haechanโ€™s hard work and dedication.
Who needs Cupidโ€™s bow when you have tasty lips and Tootsie-Pops?
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โ€œYouโ€™re telling me youโ€™ve been in love with me for the past four years? Oh, youโ€™re a soldier. I would have given up in the first month.โ€
You snort. Part of becoming Haechanโ€™s girlfriend is the process of telling one another the secrets youโ€™ve been keeping, such as how long you can been in love. Haechanโ€™s been in love with you for a solid year, he thinks, maybe two, but itโ€™s been almost four years for you, on the other hand.
โ€œIf only it were that easy,โ€ you sigh. โ€œTrust me, I tried getting over you by getting under other peopleโ€”how Jessie Reyez of meโ€”but that didnโ€™t work out, obviously.โ€
โ€œYou are too much like me,โ€ Haechan shakes his head. โ€œWhat made you think we should anyways?โ€
โ€œYou mean, four years ago, or now?โ€
Haechan shrugs. โ€œEither. Give me three reasons.โ€
โ€œOh, brace yourself. I could do a presentation on this. One, we know each otherโ€™s McDonaldโ€™s orders. Two, like you said, weโ€™re very alike. When have we ever argued over pizza toppings?โ€ You reason. โ€œThree, I canโ€™t imagine kissing anybody else. I mean, weโ€™ve basically been practicing on each other for the past four years. Iโ€™m the reason you can kiss so good, it would insane for you make out with other people. Four, I have a fat ass and sometimes I catch you staring atโ€”โ€
โ€œI said three reasons!โ€ Haechan cries, face blooming red as a rose.
โ€œI could go for a fifth,โ€ you grin, โ€œweโ€™re both terrible at math.โ€
โ€œDamn right we are,โ€ he mutters. โ€œBut thatโ€™s what makes usโ€ฆ us, isnโ€™t it? The only reason weโ€™re dating right now is because we couldnโ€™t resist kissing each other after one time.โ€
Heโ€™s right. It practically only took one kiss to fall in love with Haechan. Heโ€™s giving you major Dua Lipa vibes right now.
โ€œI know youโ€™re thinking about that Dua Lipa song right now.โ€
You smirk. โ€œYou know me very well.โ€
He tilts his head. โ€œAnd what else are you thinking about?โ€
โ€œThat you look like all I need,โ€ you say in tune, making Haechan laugh. โ€œAnd I just want to feel your skin on mine.โ€
โ€œThen we should do something about that, right?โ€ Haechan smirks back.
Youโ€™re kissing the smirk right off his lips seconds later, and this is where you decide that you just canโ€™t get enough of him. Even if one kiss is all it takes, youโ€™re greedy for more, and more, and more, until both your lips are swollen and youโ€™re both gasping for air.
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Blue Light (PJS)๐Ÿ›
โ†’ masterlist; part 2.
โ†’ pairings: non idol!jay x female!reader
โ†’ synopsis: you wanted your friend Jay as a hype man before your blind date, but what you didnโ€™t expect was for him to reciprocate feelings for you.
โ†’ genre: kinda smut(?) hella suggestive. so minors, y'all can just scroll pass this one๐Ÿ˜
-> now playing: I'm Sorry We Lied, Blood Orange.
โ†’ warnings: swearing, suggestive, making out, dirty thoughts, he gropes your tits, small mentions of masturbation and sex, possible grammatical errors, lemme know if I missed anything else! not proofread!
โ†’ A/N: I fr made this fanfic while putting on champagne coast on loop. anyways, romance untold is such a good album fr, might be my favorite era of enha.
โ†’ word count: 6,1k
You never really knew why you invited Jay over before your blind date.
For emotional support? Sure, yeah, definitely, but you knew there was more to it than that.
Youโ€™ve had a crush on him ever since the beginning of your friendship, there were times where youโ€™ve tried to pursue him, but at one point you realized that maybe he only saw you as a friend, so you reluctantly gave up on that fantasy overtime.
That is until you realized that lately, there has been some semi-romantic tension between the both of you.
From catching him staring at you during the times where you hung out with your group of friends to how he would glance at you ever so often when girls would flirt with him in front of you.
At times you didnโ€™t mind and you just gave him a teasing smile, but sometimes heโ€™d look at you so longingly that the girl he was flirting with couldnโ€™t help but feel offended.
The ones that no longer wanted to pursue him, started talking behind your friend group about how they think Jay has feelings for you.
The ones that still did pursue him, rolled their eyes at the mention of your name.
Initially you couldnโ€™t help but be in denial.
Because for as long as youโ€™ve known him, heโ€™s always just been so casual and friendly towards you. Heโ€™d treat you like any other friend all this time, so why now? Why such gossip started spreading around now?
Although, you do recall that for the past couple of months youโ€™ve been closer than ever. So much so that it didnโ€™t feel like you were talking to him in a friendly manner lately.
Least to say, your relationship with him now is as complicated as ever.
So, here he was right here and now, in your apartment, leaning over your couch as he started reading one of the books he randomly picked up from your book shelves.
The tight shirt and black leather jacket he was wearing bubbled up new and old feelings.
You purposefully invited Jay over because you wanted to show him what you were going to wear to your blind date, tell him where youโ€™re going, and what youโ€™re going to do if the date goes well.
You wanted to see how heโ€™d react.
You wanted to see if heโ€™d get jealous or not.
โ€œI didnโ€™t know you liked Oasisโ€ he observed the cover of the album as he read through the track list, interrupting your thoughts.
โ€œuhm, yeah, my dad bought me thatโ€ you shook your head pointing at the vinyl he was holding, he raised his eyebrows pouting his lips before putting it back on the shelves.
โ€œAnywaysโ€ you interrupted making him turn around to look at you still in your sweatpants and blue shirt.
โ€œI need your helpโ€ you stated putting your hands on your hips.
โ€œI know, you texted me about itโ€ he replied nonchalantly,
โ€œwhat do you need my help with?โ€ he offered as he stood up, taking off his jacket and putting it on your jacket stand. His toned arm muscles made your heart run laps all over your body.
โ€œI need your help picking out my outfitโ€ you replied your eyes shifting back to look at his face, in hopes that your eyes donโ€™t drift to his arms again.
โ€œThatโ€™s it?โ€ he raised his eyebrows at you.
โ€œWell no, I also need some dating advice, knowing you get aroundโ€ your comment made him snarky, he didnโ€™t remember dating that much women in his life to make you fell under the impression that he was promiscuous.
โ€œI donโ€™t get around y/n, Iโ€™ve never even dated that many peopleโ€ he crossed his arms smirking at you as he leaned against the partition wall between your kitchen and your living room.
โ€œReally?โ€ you sassed raising an eyebrow at him, โ€œwhat about that time when you-โ€ you went on as you started mentioning the names of all the people he has dated ever since youโ€™ve been friends, which wasnโ€™t much compared to some of your friends, but it was definitely a noticeable amount.
โ€œAnd not to mention all the other ones you practically flirted in front of meโ€ he couldnโ€™t help but feel sour at the mention of all those names.
Yes, he did have feelings for all those women that have been in his life. But, it wasnโ€™t until he realized that all the women heโ€™s ever dated in college, always either had something in common or is the complete opposite of you.
It was then he realized that all this time, that was his way of suppressing his feelings towards you. As for the girls he had flirted with in front of you, though that occasion rarely happened in his opinion.
He somehow knew he wanted to catch your attention, in hopes that youโ€™d feel jealous and would want to start pursuing him.
Which he knows is incredibly immature of himself, but somehow heโ€™d still fall into the same guilt, repeating his mistakes again just for the sake of getting you to chase him back.
Before today, he had wanted to forever bury any desire left in him for you, to just continue being friends.
But, it wasnโ€™t until today you texted that you wanted to see him.
He thought that maybe you wanted to talk about something.
Maybe, you wanted to talk how you truly felt about him.
But, later he dug his own grave when you said that you needed his help for your upcoming blind date.
Through it all, he still had questions in his head. Why him? Why only him? You couldโ€™ve at least ask your girl friends to help you out, but why him?
Those questions sparked a little hope in him, a little hope that he has a chance to actually make you fall for him. Though the chances were slim to none, he was still willing to take it.
โ€œOk, but still those arenโ€™t considered many, if you compared me with other people in our friend groupโ€ he snapped back into reality as he sees you thinking for a moment.
Tucking your hair behind your ear.
โ€œYou have a pointโ€ you acknowledged before going back to your closet, picking out clothes from your closet for an afternoon date in the park.
โ€œHey, letโ€™s say if you were going on a park date with a girl youโ€™ve never met before, would you find her more attractive in a dress or in jeans and a plain top?โ€ you asked lifting the two options on either side of your arms.
For a moment in his head he imagined how you looked good in both, but he was leaning more on to the dress.
He had fantasized the both of you laid out a carpet in the park, with you wearing that pretty dress you were holding and you smiling up at him as you caressed his hair.
โ€œWell, Iโ€™m not really the one going on the dateโ€ he put his hands inside his pockets, โ€œplus, youโ€™ve never really met the guy in real life, how would you know heโ€™s not some creep?โ€ he added.
โ€œWell, Iโ€™ve seen his pictures ok? He doesnโ€™t look creepy at allโ€ you tilted your head before walking towards your bathroom and shutting the door behind you.
โ€œLooks can deceive, you know that right?โ€ he half shouted from across the room as he plopped down on her couch, pulling out his phone from his pocket.
A few moments later, you came out of the bathroom with your first outfit, your jeans were rather baggy and low waisted, showing a little bit of your midriff and your top was just a plain white top that fitted your upper body just the way you liked it.
Jay couldnโ€™t help but stare in awe as you walked towards your floor length mirror, greeted by the dimples on your back, he turned away rather shyly as he rubbed his thighs, trying desperately to relax.
โ€œSoโ€ you spoke turning around to face him, โ€œdo you think this will do?โ€ you asked as you fidgeted your fingers.
โ€œUhmโ€ he stared for a moment, not knowing what to say.
You had already looked flawless to him, so there was not much to be said other than to utter perfection. Which he was too proud to say in front of you.
โ€œIt looks, niceโ€ seeing his response felt a bit lackluster, you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head as a reaction, flashing him a lopsided smile. He noticed your reaction and opened his mouth in response.
โ€œIt looks great, y-you look greatโ€
shit
He mentally face palmed himself for stuttering.
โ€œBut, why donโ€™t you try on that dress first, you know, uhm, for safe measurements?โ€ he suggested trying to save himself from further embarrassing himself.
โ€œuhm, ok sure, yeahโ€ you responded smirking at him from his odd respond before going back to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.
Moments later you came out with a short dress that you thought complemented your figure and complexion.
The low cut revealed your cleavage in a flattering way and the hem of the dress accentuated your figure, or at least the parts that you purposefully wanted to accentuate.
โ€œHow about this one?โ€ you pinched the edges of the dress, giving a small twirl at the end, you looked up from your dress to look at his face, his mouth was opened, eyes stunned, ears red and body frozen.
His reaction made your heart skip a couple of beats.
For a second you thought he was having a stroke, but now you could only stand there stiff waiting for him to say something back.
โ€œUhm, t-to be honest, I think the j-jeans and top one was betterโ€ he responded swallowing a spit down his throat, covering his coughs with his elbow. The blush from his cheeks peaking out of his elbows.
You could tell he was just using coughs as a gimmick to hide his blush.
Which is exactly what he was doing. His heart was running laps around his body, thumping hard at the sight of you wearing a dress that made you look impossibly hotter than you did before.
At that moment, if he could get down on his knees to worship you. He would do so voluntarily.
His possessive side definitely got the best of him after seeing you in a dress. He knew you werenโ€™t his, but he knew that heโ€™d rather put a gun to his head than see you dressed like that for another guy, let alone a guy youโ€™ve never met.
Especially, not with the way that dress was revealing your breasts, it had him riled up in his seat almost instantaneously.
You sighed and rolled your eyes at his actions before going back to the bathroom and changing back to your jeans and top before laying down beside him on your couch. He instantly swung his arm over your head to lay it behind your figure on the back of the sofa.
โ€œBetter?โ€ you smirked, batting your lashes at him. For a moment he stared at you in silence before he nodded, flashing a smirk at you before he shyly looked away to see your book shelves and vinyl player from across the room.
โ€œYou wanna play a little music to maybe help you get ready?โ€ he suddenly got up from the couch reaching for your vinyl cabinet, leaving you feeling a little disappointed.
โ€œYeah, sure definitelyโ€ you said readjusted yourself on the couch.
โ€œWhenโ€™s your date coming anyways?โ€ he asked browsing through your vinyls.
โ€œIn 4 hours give or takeโ€ you stood up from your seat and squatted down next to him, opening the glass cabinet.
He turned to you, wide eyed and eyebrows furrowed as he watches you tuck the strands of your hair to the back of your ear, your eyes latching onto the glass cabinet, concentrated in picking the right vinyl to set the mood.
โ€œYouโ€™re kidding? Thatโ€™ll still be awhile, whyโ€™d you even invited me anyways?โ€ He sat down on the floor and folded his leg, using it as an arm rest. His eyes followed your figure as you placed your vinyl on your coffee table.
There was a few moments of comfortable silence, followed by an ever so small romantic tension between the both of you that quickly filled your apartment to the brim before you opened your mouth.
โ€œI wanted you to be hereโ€ you spoke truthfully, flashing him a nervous smile feeling your blood rush up to your cheeks as your body starts to tense at the feeling of his eyes on you.
You looked at him for some time and youโ€™d notice how his mouth is just hanged opened a little, eyes dazed, ears red, the words struggled to slip out from his mouth as he swallowed his own spit.
Does he, actually like me back?
You thought to yourself, turning away, feeling your cheeks heat up more and more at the thought.
โ€œIs Blood Orange ok?โ€ you suddenly switched the topic, in hopes that it would calm down the butterflies you had in your stomach as you walked towards the cables, struggling to plug in your vinyl player.
Jay wasted no time to get up and help you set up, resulting in his hand brushing over yours. Ever so slightly, but it triggered a reaction so big inside you, you felt like you could just melt right then and there.
Not so long after you put the vinyl in place and set it all up, the first song of the track began to play. The music filling in the silence that once roamed your apartment.
โ€œThanks by the wayโ€ you spoke standing up and putting your hands in your back pockets.
โ€œNo problemโ€ Jay got up, dusting his arms off.
For a moment, there was this valley of awkward silence in between the both of you. The music in the background could only cover such little awkwardness.
His hands were in his pockets and yours were on your hips. You nodded for no reason trying your absolute best to avoid eye contact with him and vice versa.
Jay clicked his tongue making you turn to face him, he was pointing at the bathroom door behind him before rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
โ€œI need to use the bathroom by the wayโ€ he glanced at the bathroom door, putting his hands in his pockets flashing you a small smile.
โ€œUhm, sure, yeah, sure thing, no pro, eughm problemโ€ you coughed in the middle of your sentence as you turned around, trying to find something to busy yourself with as you waited.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking opened and the toilet flushing made you turn your head, turning your gaze from your book to Jay.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna go do my makeup nowโ€ you purposefully brushed against him as you strutted to the bathroom, leaving him to turn his head to you.
Following your figure as you opened the bathroom door, for a moment it left him breathless, but for the next moment, it made him contemplate.
Your apartment wasnโ€™t a crowded space, since there was only the two of you in your whole apartment. Yet, you still decided to brush against him as if you were in a room full of people.
Was it possible that you wanted him back?
Or, was that just your way of teasing him?
He plopped down on your couch and grabbed the book you read earlier on, eyeing it curiously.
The Summer I Turned Pretty.
I think I saw this once on prime.
He thought, as he examined the covers and fidgeted with the pages.
โ€œHey, isnโ€™t this a television show?โ€ he asked holding up the book, making you turn around after pumping moisturizer into your hands.
โ€œoh yeah it is, itโ€™s on primeโ€ you responded before going back to face the mirror, dotting your moisturizer on to your face.
โ€œwhy not just watch the show?โ€ he asked raising his shoulders looking at you.
โ€œI did, and they said there were a few differences between the book and the showโ€ you spoke as you fanned yourself.
โ€œwhat difference does it make?โ€ he mumbled to himself as he started reading the first page, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted in concentration.
The music filled in the void of silence in between the both of you, as you mouthed the lyrics, moving your shoulders to the beat as you waited for your concealer to set.
After Jay was about a chapter in, he closed the book. Not that it was boring or anything, he just wasnโ€™t interested in where the story was going.
He leaned his head back on the couch, stretching his arms on either side feeling the music take over his mind.
For a moment he recalled all the moments he had looked at the same ceiling.
The house warming party you had at your second year of uni and how gorgeous you looked wearing that sparkly dress as you danced to the beat of the house music playing in the background.
The time you let him and his two friends sleep here when they got black out drunk at a nearby sports bar after his favorite soccer team won a rematch.
He remembered how you made him a hangover drink the morning after that worked like a charm, that he now makes it every time he goes back to his apartment hammered after a party or a gathering.
Or the many times he studied for his finals or midterms in your apartment. You were always willing to lend him a hand, that at times he worries that you were neglecting your work just to do his.
He liked spending time with you, wether inside or outside your apartment.
He liked how your humors clicked with each other.
He liked how the both of you seemingly development the same habits overtime, wether good or bad.
He liked how youโ€™re always concentrated in your studies, but you never gate keep things and that youโ€™re always willing to help out others when in need.
He liked how though you were seemingly cold to approach at first, you soon melted into this kind and warm personality.
He liked how warm you smiled and greeted other people, though youโ€™ve only talked to them once or twice.
He liked the seemingly bad habits youโ€™d always mention, but to him they seem adorable.
He liked how when you flirt, your voice always go in this specific tone of voice that has him on the edge of his seat.
He liked how your hair shined under the sunlight.
He liked the way you smile and curl your lips.
He liked you.
Eventually, his mind traced back to the party he had celebrated in Sunghoonโ€™s house a few months ago, it wasnโ€™t a big party and only both your friend group came.
You were very drunk and he could tell from your expression.
He didnโ€™t know what had happened, but somehow suddenly, you took him upstairs to the second floor.
Dragging him by the hand.
He didnโ€™t know if you were aware of what you were doing, but all of a sudden you straddled him on his lap on top of a couch.
Your face flushed red, smiling and giggling like a mad man.
โ€œYou know Iโ€™ve always had a crush on you Jayโ€ย your sultry seductive voice replayed in his head.
โ€œBut, do you like me? Please, please tell me you like me backโ€ย you asked with your half lidded eyes as you wrapped your hands around his neck, your face was inches from his.
He did like you, he had liked you ever since he saw you walking down the hallways for the first time.
A little regret lingered down his throat as he had wish he hadnโ€™t cast his feelings aside in order to not damage your friendship.
If he hadnโ€™t cast those feelings aside all this time, he could only imagine the things youโ€™d be doing right then at that very moment.
But, he couldnโ€™t blame himself after all. It was all in the past.
He recalled her pouting in disappointment as she was met with silence at the time, so she nuzzled her face on to the crook of his neck. Her nose rubbing against the bottom of his ear making his slacks grow tighter.
The way her legs were positioned didnโ€™t make it any easier for him either.
He didnโ€™t know where the sudden surge of confidence came to be, was it the alcohol or the atmosphere at that time, but he couldnโ€™t care less anymore as he cupped your cheek making you look at him in wonder.
Your eyes were a daze, looking into him deeply as your face were centimeters from each other. He turned your head to the side as he closed his eyes and took your lips in his.
He felt that you embraced him closer as you pressed your lips deeper against him.
His hands moved from your cheek to your waist, gripping them tight making you moan into his mouth. Making his dick grow harder in his pants.
Your lips crashed passionately into each other, pulling back and forth like a mind game as you laced your fingers in his hair, making him groan.
He started rubbing the sides of your body as he licked the bottom of your lip, asking for permission to which you happily gave in to.
You opened your mouth and he slipped his tongue in. It felt like heaven to him when your tongues clashed into each other.
Your lips, your kiss and your tongue. God, your tongue. Felt so good and hypnotizing, tangled with each other.
His hands would switch between your cheeks and your waist to gently give you assurance every time.
He trailed kisses from your lips to your ear and eventually to your neck, making you lean your head back, giving him more space to roam with his mouth.
Your sighs grew louder as he started kissing a certain spot on your neck. He took it as a sign that, that was your weak spot. Before he started gently sucking on it making you moan quietly under your breath.
He didnโ€™t expect your next bold move, but it made him incredibly harder than he was already. You took one of his hands that was on your waist and you slipped it under your shirt to the point where his fingertips were right under your bra.
He didnโ€™t think youโ€™d stop there, because you had stopped for a moment, he just continued kissing and sucking on your weak spots.
But, his mouth was left opened when he felt his hand that was under your shirt, was being lifted up your bra as your hand guided him to do so.
He was now gently massaging your bare breast as it made you moan and leaned your head back.
โ€œPlease Jayโ€ย you moaned his name.
Driving him insane as you grind on his clothed shaft, making him lean his head back in pleasure as you continuously moaned his name.
You were a sight to behold.
His hand was gently massaging your breasts, revealing your beautiful bare skin from your stomach up. Eyes shut and mouth opened in pleasure, as you slowly grind up on him.
It was his first time he had ever seen you like this.
Needy for him only.
He can never let go of that image from his head.
He was in heaven.
But, he would never forgive whoever came into the room, interrupting such a precious moment with you, making the both of you instantly panic to hide and cover yourselves.
Your face on his lap at that moment became his weekly masturbation material.
Making him tight in his pants whenever he remembers it or whenever the side of your body was pressed up against his.
It drove him almost insane, when he found out you didnโ€™t remember a thing from that night.
He snapped back into reality when he heard you hummed a long to the record playing from the bathroom.
His eyes looked at your back as you brushed your face with whatever you were wearing on your face.
A spike of confidence ran through him as he got up from his chair and walked up towards you.
He didnโ€™t know why he got up, maybe he was stupid. Maybe he is being stupid.
But, he was stupid enough to wanna be near you, knowing fully well he might mess it up.
The last song of the album replayed for the third time today in the background as you curled your lashes, before turning around to see him standing on the doorframe of your bathroom.
โ€œHeyโ€ you greeted as he smirked at you, before walking closer till he was eventually standing right beside you.
โ€œWhatcha doing?โ€ he asked as he examined the makeup products that was in front of him.
He mentally cringed at himself for letting such a cheesy line slip from his mouth.
โ€œWell, my makeup, but right now Iโ€™m doing the finishing touches, so whatโ€™s up?โ€ you asked as you put on your mascara.
โ€œYou know, you asked me to come here to give you some dating advice, but you know what Iโ€™ve realized?โ€ he asked invoking her curiosity.
โ€œGo onโ€ you replied putting down your mascara, turning your body to the side to look at him.
โ€œYouโ€™ve never once asked me about a dating adviceโ€ he furrowed his eyebrows.
Your smile faded and your eyes widen at the realization.
Gotcha.
He thought.
โ€œWell, I did tell you, I wanted you to be hereโ€ you spoke but his eyes soften, as if he knew you were already hiding your real reason.
โ€œYou couldโ€™ve had anybody else here y/n, why me? Out of all the peopleโ€ he asked as he crossed his arms, leaning back on the counter.
โ€œI-โ€ there was a wave of silence between the both of you as you looked away, bitting your bottom lip.
You were contemplating, the tension in the bathroom was almost too much for you to shrug it off.
You wanted to tell him the truth, but you were scared that Jay wasnโ€™t actually that interested in you and that he just wanted to be friends.
But, by his body language and demeanor through out the whole time youโ€™ve been here, said other wise.
Fuck it.
โ€œCan I ask you something?โ€ he suddenly asked interrupting your thoughts.
โ€œSure, sure anythingโ€ you responded putting your hands in your pockets.
โ€œThat night at Sunghoonโ€™s party, was it true when you said that you didnโ€™t remember a thing?โ€ he asked as his eyes widen in curiosity.
Your heart was beating so fast and you felt your cheeks blush remembering what had happened.
It was clear you didnโ€™t remember everything, but you remembered some parts that you had with him.
You looked up at him and you can see the hope and glimmer in his eyes, whatever answer he wanted. You couldnโ€™t take the underlying tension between the both of you anymore, you knew you had to tell the truth.
Wether it be a rejection or he does actually like you back, you wanted to let go of the burden of feeling like you had to play pretend all this time.
You shook your head as a rebuttal, looking away, cheeks red from embarrassment.
The way you made out with him and the way you let him fondled your breasts like that, made you feel hot.
Especially at this moment, since he was now standing so close to you.
He swallowed his spit before opening his mouth.
โ€œWhat did you actually remember?โ€ he asked.
You swallowed a spit as you find yourself leaning dangerously close to him, bitting your lips, thinking about how you should say it.
โ€œI remember what I said a couple of times, and the fact that we made outโ€ you mentioned the last few words in a whisper.
He bit the bottom of his lip, containing his smile.
He adjusted his height to match where he was now standing face-to-face with you.
His smirk teasing you as you tried so desperately to avoid his eyes on you.
Causing butterflies to form in your stomach.
โ€œAnd-โ€ your words were cut off when you realized how close his lips were to yours, when his hands gently snaked on to your waist making you gasp quietly.
Your hands landed on his clothed chest almost instantly.
Your eyes never broke contact from each other as if the sexual tension between the both of you wasnโ€™t already overwhelming.
He leaned forward, feeling his breath so close to your ear.
You sighed as you closed your eyes, the feeling becoming a little too much.
โ€œGo onโ€ he whispered as he closed his eyes, smirking in a sultry manner that sparked a fire in you.
โ€œI donโ€™t wanna say itโ€ you turned away shyly, hearts beating fast, face as red as a tomato, too embarrassed to admit the act you did while you were both intoxicated.
His eyes soften and he sighed, smiling at you softly.
โ€œThatโ€™s okโ€ he spoke as he rubbed your waist, comforting you in his touch.
The silence between the both of you know felt comfortable, the sexual tension was definitely still there.
But, it made you feel glad that you didnโ€™t have to admit what you were uncomfortable to admit with him and it made you glad that he felt the same way, at least by the way he was responding to you.
โ€œBut, do you wanna do it again?โ€ he whispered in your ear, making you giggle as he did the same.
โ€œYes, pleaseโ€ you nodded as he smiled at you, carefully setting aside your makeup from the counter.
He picked you up by your waist from the floor making you chuckle before putting you on top of your sink counter.
He smiled at you as he leaned his head to the side, his hands were on your waist and his lips were merely inches apart from yours as he waited for you to come back down from laughing.
You smiled at him, latching your arms on to his broad shoulders before pulling him in closer until his lips met yours.
His other hand cupped your cheek as he leaned in closer, deepening the kiss as his heart was thumping out of his chest.
Though very little words could convey what they felt at that moment. Their kiss was filled with all the longing and love, any lovers could ever offer.
Your hand went up the back of his neck, slowly caressing his jet black hair. He let out a groan as he momentarily pulled away from your lips before latching on again shortly, angling his head in a different way, deepening the kiss further, completely drunk on your lips.
He opened his mouth and you used this as an opportunity to slid in your tongue. Making him sigh as you finally did.
Your tongues were tangled in each other as the kiss grew impossibly deeper. The passion running through your veins as the both of you went on.
His hand that was on your cheek moved to the back of your neck as he slowly tugged at your hair, gently leaning your head to the side as he started trailing kisses from your jawline to your neck ever so softly.
โ€œJayโ€ you moaned his name as he started gently sucking on your weak spots.
Your hands started caressing his body as his lips moved to the bottom of your neck, gently kissing and sucking.
Your mouth opened slightly and your eyes closed shut as the feeling of pleasure took over your body.
โ€œGod, y/nโ€ he moaned at how good it felt when you caressed him.
He pulled away from you softly, you sighed in complaint at the loss of his lips on your neck.
His breath was heavy and so was yours as he pressed his forehead against yours, eyeing you.
Your flushed face, eyes shut, and heavy breathing. Made his heart race and his mind hazy.
Soon later, you sighed as you stared at his lips. Wanting more of it.
Like clockwork, he knew what you wanted and smiled at how adorable you looked, wanting nothing but his lips on yours again.
He smiled into the kiss as you did the same. This time the kiss was softer, but soon grew insatiable as you clung onto his shoulders and he was pulling you closer till your clothed chest was pressed against his.
Soon, his lips were back on your neck and he pulled your collar to the side as he trailed kisses on your collarbone, gently nibbling and bitting as you leaned your head back against the mirror, letting out a moan from the pleasure of it all.
Jayโ€™s pants grew tighter as you both went on, with the way you were moaning his name it turned him on unlike any other girl heโ€™s ever slept with.
Suddenly, you heard your phone ringing from across the counter, making you snap back onto reality.
Jay stopped abruptly, glancing at you as you picked up your phone.
Your eyes widen at the name that popped up on your screen.
โ€œShit, itโ€™s my dateโ€ you cursed as he sighed, turning away in disappointment.
โ€œHe isnโ€™t suppose to be here for another hour, right?โ€ Jay asked, checking his wrist watch as he did so.
โ€œI knowโ€ you responded before picking up the call.
โ€œHeyyโ€ you greeted, faking a smile even though the person on the other end of the line canโ€™t see you in person.
Your blind date asked if you still wanted to go on that date.
โ€œWell uhmโ€ you glanced at Jay, who raised his eyebrows at you.
โ€œActually, Iโ€™m really sorry, I canโ€™t go on a date with youโ€ Jayโ€™s eyes widen at your words.
โ€œI have other plans as it turns outโ€ you followed as you smiled at him, bitting your lip as you looked away.
He couldโ€™ve sworn he felt butterflies swarming up his stomach.
โ€œSure, sure, thanks so much for understanding, ok, ok thanks, byeโ€ thatโ€™s all you said before you hung up the phone.
He let out a small chuckle at what just happened.
โ€œYou dumped your date for me?โ€ he smiled teasingly, raising his eyebrows at you as he held on to the counter.
โ€œGreat guy, but honestly wasnโ€™t really that interested in him anywaysโ€ you smiled confidently making him chuckle at you.
You sat there just smiling at each other, a wave of comfortable silence blended with the music in the background as it repeats its first song track for the fifth time today.
โ€œSo,โ€ he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you blush and smile at his cheeky behavior.
โ€œWhat do we do now?โ€ he asked as his face was merely inches from yours.
โ€œCan I be honest?โ€ he nodded at your question as he placed small kisses all over your neck making you sigh under your breath.
โ€œI spent almost an hour doing my makeup, honestly I think itโ€™ll be a waste of my efforts if we were to have sex right nowโ€ you stated as he pulled away, eyes widen surprised at your straightforward respond.
He snorted, smirking. Even after all this time he had known you, you still managed to surprise him.
โ€œOk then, what do you want to do instead?โ€ he asked as he smiled at you softly.
โ€œIโ€™m thinkingโ€ you played with his hair, making him blush and smile up at you.
โ€œA drive? Maybe some, dinner?โ€ he raised his eyebrows at you as he smirked.
โ€œSure thing.โ€
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Itโ€™s Not You, Itโ€™s Them - CC
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Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader
Summary: You hide your parents from Caitlin (based on THIS request)
Warnings: slight (maybe a little more than slight) angst, mentions of verbal abuse, SUPPORTIVE CC, a happy ending (because we all need it)
Word Count: 3.2k
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AN:
Caitlin is the light of your life. She has been since the first day that you met her. The friendship that was built between the two of you is one that has kept you going even when everything else in the world seemed to be working against you.
The two of you met freshman year during summer training - your high school had conditioning days to help get everyone into shape before their respective seasons or pre-seasons.
You had been talking to the soccer coach and they encouraged you to go to training, talking about how varsity was very promising for your freshman year. You were one of three freshmen that they were looking at joining the varsity team.
Caitlin was one of the other girls they were looking at. The two of you were some of the first people to show up on the first day, immediately hitting it off and talking about how competitive you both are. The two of you spent the latter part of the summer suffering through training together. You thought Caitlin was insane for playing both basketball and soccer at the same time but seeing how much she enjoyed playing the game, it made sense.
She made the transition into high school bearable. Your freshman year the two of you spent most of your time at school - either in the classroom or on the field. You learned that having her as a teammate was the best possible outcome that you could have ever had.
It was the summer going into sophomore year when the two of you spent pretty much every day at her house. The two of you would keep up with your training so once pre-season workouts started you wouldn't die like the summer before.
That summer was one of the best summers you have ever had - most of it was because you spent it at hers and didn't have to be home. It was also the best because, after a night of deep life conversations, you admitted your feelings for the girl. To your delight, she reciprocated them and the two of you started dating that summer.
During the school year, you would always go watch her play basketball when you weren't both on the field for soccer. And any time the two of you hung out, it would either be doing something out and about or at Caitlin's.
It wasn't until the end of sophomore year that Caitlin questioned why she hadn't met your parents yet.
Your soccer team made it to State and it was the talk of the town. It was the first time the girl's soccer team had made it and for the championship game, the whole school was going to support.
Up to this point, Caitlin hasn't said much but knowing how excited and proud you were for this game she decided to test the waters.
"Hey babe, I have a question for you," She says as the two of you are walking out of practice.
"What's up?" You ask as you are trying to make sure your bag is closed as you juggle carrying everything you need to bring home before the game.
"Why is it whenever we hang out, it is always at my house? You have gotten to know my parents and you know they absolutely love you but I haven't met yours yet?" She asks. In her mind, the reason you haven't introduced her to them is because you were ashamed of her in some way.
You see how her shoulders slump a little and how disappointment lingers on her face. It makes you stop dead in your tracks and she stops but doesn't look at you.
You turn to face her but her eyes don't meet yours. You try to get her to look at you but she keeps avoiding your gaze.
"Hey, hey. Look at me Cait." You say as your bag comes to the ground and your hand comes up to her arm, forcing her to stay facing you. She finally gives in and makes eye contact with you.
"My parents would love you." You say. "They are just super busy all the time. I barely see them." You don't know if now is the time to dive into the whole story as to why you spend so much time at her house and not at home. Ever since you have gotten to high school - you did everything in your power to stay away from home which was easy to do with all the events and extracurriculars. You never wanted to get in their way since they made it very known any time you did.
"I just thought it was because of me or that we are dating or something like that," she says, avoiding your gaze again. "I know some parents are as supportive of the relationship we have."
"Oh babe, that's not it, I promise. When the opportunity presents itself I will introduce you. It is just hard when they are so busy." You say reassuring your girl.
Caitlin trusts you. She knows how much you love her already and has no doubts that you want her. It is just hard at times when Cait sees how much her family loves you and wants that to be reciprocated with your parents. She knows you spend most of your time at hers, whether it be after practice or spending the night but it would be nice to be able to see your home.
Cait also knows how you look for them in the crowd during games but never says anything. It is the polar opposite of her family who is at every one of her games - even pre-season. You never bring it up, nor does Cait, but she notices.
The championship game was no different. In the first half, she noticed how your eyes would scan the crowd in hopes of seeing them there. It isn't until after your team has won that hope fades from your eyes as you are congratulated by everyone except the two people who should be there. Caitlin almost misses the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes as her parents come up with flowers and a poster for you. She doesn't say anything but takes note.
You told yourselves that if your parents couldn't get themselves to come to one of the biggest games of your career thus far, then you would truly stay out of their way and just bear what you needed before heading to college.
The next time Caitlin brings it up is during junior year when she offers to pick you up for a date and you turn her down, saying you will meet her at hers.
Caitlin pushes it and insists on picking you up, suggesting that the two of you spend the night at your house this time since her parents will be throwing a dinner party with their friends.
You tell her that they can't stay yours because your parents have a project that they are working on and have taken over the house.
Cait doesn't cave and continues to bug you about it which is the cause of your first fight.
The two of you don't end up going out due to being frustrated with one another. Caitlin doesn't understand why she can't go to your house since the two of you have been together for almost two years at this point and she still hasn't met your parents. You on the other hand donโ€™t know why Caitlin pushes so hard when everything is perfectly fine the way it is currently.
You rarely talk about your parents or home life and for good reason. You didn't lie when you said your parents were always busy but it also wasn't the complete truth.
The relationship with your parents changed drastically when your family moved to Des Moines, IA. Before the move, you were one big happy family. Your parents were super involved in school events and they were always supporting you in sports. But then your dad's job had you moving to a new city and pulling your family away from its community and everything shifted.
Your mom fell into a major depression - taking away from her being a mother. Your dad was always busy with work, making sure to provide for your family. This left you to have to fend for yourself. As you grew up you realized that the less of a burden you were the happier your parents were. They began to enjoy life again but the second you needed something or pulled them from the life that they began building without you - it was like all hell broke loose. They changed from being their happier selves and treated you like you weren't even wanted anymore.
It wasn't hard to see that your parents enjoyed life better without you so you decided to be the least of a burden as you could. Staying out late so they wouldn't have to see you and leaving really early. The less they saw you the less you had to deal with the verbal abuse.
That is why you worked so hard in school and in your sport. You needed an out and didn't want to give them any reason for them to say no. Although knowing your dad, he would pay for you to go whenever you wanted as long as it was far away. But you didn't want to owe him anything. So you poured yourself into your academics and soccer, making yourself one of the top recruits for college.
Caitlin and you made up shortly after the fight, both apologizing for what was said. The two of you decided that your relationship with each other was more important than your relationships with others.
It isn't until senior year that it comes up again but in a very different way than you would have expected.
It is signing day for seniors and you and Caitlin were both signing to Iowa to play your respective sports. Cait dropped soccer going into her junior year as basketball became her main sport. She verbally committed to the University of Iowa that year and you verbally committed to be a Hawkeye for soccer just a few months later. But today is the day the school sets up an assembly where you physically sign your papers.
Your parents are coming to the assembly, knowing the only reason they were there is because it was mandatory for them to be there. If it didn't involve you leaving, they wouldn't give it the time of day.
You are nervous as this would be the first time they are in the same building as Caitlin and her family. You know Caitlin's parents will be amazing, they always are, but for yours - you have no idea how they would react.
They know you have been dating a girl named Caitlin for a while now but never asked you about it. They could honestly care less, which is saying something considering their care for you was almost nonexistent.
You are sitting at the table, listening to your coach's speech on how proud your school is to have you go to the University of Iowa on a full scholarship to play soccer.
The ceremony ends and you see your parents talking with your principal who is showing them what they need to do. Before you know it, you see them walking out - without even a hello to you.
You run them as they walk out of the gym, catching them right on the other side of the door.
"Hey, you weren't even going to come and say hi?" You say as they just stand there looking at you. "I have a few people I want to introduce you to."
Little to your knowledge, Caitlin had run after you when she saw you go after your parents. She stopped when she heard you saying that you wanted to introduce them to people. She stayed on the other side of the gym door listening.
"You know we don't care about meeting anyone - the only reason we are here is because we were required to be in order to get you to leave come the fall." Your father says.
"This is already cutting into work day and the last thing we need is for you to take more of our time." Your mother says.
"It takes two seconds for you to meet them, that's it." You try and ration with them knowing it will only make things worse. But this is the closest you have ever been to making this happen and you know how much Caitlin wanted this.
"Oh trust us, there is no reason they would want to meet us, we have nothing to say about you.โ€ Your mother says. "You have already caused us this headache of having to come out, now asking us to be social with people we care about less than we care about you. You should know us better than that by now to know we just don't care at all."
You swallow the anger and pain that is rising in your chest.
"Oh and about your senior night," your father begins. "Your principal mentioned that we should be there to walk you down the field but that doesn't seem important. Don't expect us to be there."
"Actually, if you could, make sure you are packed and moved out right after graduation. You're 18 and will be out of school therefore you are no longer our problem." Your mother says and it feels like you have just been stabbed in the chest.
Not that it came as a surprise to you but you didn't know where you would go or how begin to begin explaining this to Caitlin.
You just stare at them, not trusting your voice and they walk away.
You take the time you need to compose yourself - thinking through all the possibilities of where you could go after graduation. You feel like you have just been hit by a truck.
Caitlin, on the other side of the door, is now in tears. She is crying for you and hearing the words your own parents said to you. She is crying for all the times she has pushed you, trying to meet them or go and spend time at your house when really you were just protecting her from them. She is crying because she feels guilty for having such loving parents when yours are the polar opposite.
Cait knows you would be extremely embarrassed if you knew she had just heard the way your parents were talking to you so she gathers herself to the best of her ability and makes her way to her mom. Her mom notices how her little girl has broken down and asks what's wrong.
"They are terrible Mom, absolutely terrible," Caitlin begins. "They aren't going to her senior night. I doubt if they will go to her graduation and they are kicking her out the day after we graduate. How can someone's parents be so hateful towards their own child?" Caitlin is now sobbing in her mom's arms.
You finally collect yourself and enter the gym again. As you do you see Caitlin and her mom walk out. You head over to her dad as the plan was to head out to get a meal after the signing.
"Where did Cait go?" You ask as you take a seat next to him.
"Oh I think they just went to the restroom, they should be back right back," he says and you start a conversation with Caitlin's brother.
Caitlin's mom takes her out to calm her down. And they begin to plan how Caitlin and her family can help support you as your family fails to do so.
The next few days, you spend a lot of time at Caitlin's. You don't say why and Caitlin doesn't dare ask, already knowing. You don't tell her about your parents not going to your senior night, not wanting to cause any drama but as it rapidly approaches you dread it.
It wouldn't the first time a players parents were there, but you know for sure you would be the only one this season who walks out alone. Caitlin will be in the crowd and that is all that you need.
Your team gets ready and makes their way out to the field, excited to greet their parents. You are talking with some teammates as they begin to line you girls up.
The way they decided to do this senior night was by calling players by position and then finishing with captains. You would be going third to last - being the first captain called. It eases you a little knowing you will not be the last person on the field with no one walking to meet you in the center of the field.
The ceremony begins and they start calling girls names. You cheer on all of your teammates, holding your breath as you are the next one up.
Your eyes are closed as your head is down. An exhale escapes you as you hear your name called. What you heard next, gave you whiplash with how fast your head flew up.
"Our first team captain going to play for the University of Iowa on a full ride is met by parents Brent and Anne!"
Your eyes fill with tears, falling freely as you see them walk their way to meet you in the center of the field. As you walk you realize they called Caitlin's parents your own. In the seconds it takes you to walk to them, you reflect on how they have loved you and cared for you as their own. Even more so when Caitlin and you told them that you were dating. They had chosen to be your family not only in this moment, but over the last four years.
They meet you in the middle of the court, both are holding flowers for you. Caitlin's mom envelopes you into a hug and you melt into her, savoring the love of a mother's hug.
"We may not have raised you, but you are a part of this family. Today, tomorrow and always. We love you, baby," Anne says as she releases you and uses her sleeves to dry your tears.
You step over and hug Brent.
"We are so proud of you," he says with a smile. "We can't wait to watch you lead the Hawkeyes to the NCAA college cup."
You all walk down and they shake the hands of your coaches. Each one of your coaches has some sort of idea of what your parents are like thank Brent and Anne for showing up for you.
You later learn that one of your closer coaches would have walked out to greet you if the Clark's hadn't asked to do so. You donโ€™t know how but you are incredibly thankful someone was watching out for you - a literally angel.
That night you lead your team to victory, scoring 3 goals, one of them in the last few seconds going into the half putting your team in the lead. The win was a sweet one to top off the night, not that you needed anything else to make this night better.
At the end of the game - Caitlin finds you on the field and you immediately pull her into a hug.
She holds you.
"Doesn't matter what the case, doesn't matter where you are. I got you babe. I've always got you." Caitlin says not letting you go, she refuses to let you go first and will hold you as long as you need.
AN: I hope this did your prompt justice, I thought it was cute. Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support ๐Ÿค
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leahwllmsn ยท 5 months ago
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love of her life
leah williamson x reader
alexia putellas x reader
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You found someone new.
part of the loml series
It was going great, you admitted.
You had been to dinner with Leah a couple of times but it was never just the two of you, and never with the intention of a date. So it felt different.
Leah was flirting the whole nightโ€”not something newโ€”but this time you did reciprocate (despite your wariness at first). And it felt great.
When Lucy introduced you to Leah when she was visiting Barcelona, you thought Leah was the cockiest girl to ever walk this planet. Her ego was through the roof, she had the attitude of a teenage boy most of the time, and she walked around like she was some big hotshotโ€”which was true, but the smugness can be infuriating at times.
But the next thing you knew, Leah was all you could think about.
It was embarrassingly too easy for Leah to slip into your life. Despite acting like fuckgirl #1, Leah was the most romantic person ever. She was sweet; she always opened the car door for you, she always bought you flowers with a card that explained why she chose those specific flowers for youโ€ฆ You could think of a million other romantic gestures she did just yesterday alone.
You couldnโ€™t remember why you were so adamant on not giving her a chance.
Wellโ€ฆ You knew why. But youโ€™d rather not think aboutโ€ฆ her right now.
โ€œYou okay? Youโ€™re spacing out.โ€
โ€œHm?โ€ you looked up and was met with blue eyes staring back at you. (You hated the small tug in your heart when it wasnโ€™t your favourite eye colourโ€”or what used to be your favourite eye colour).
No. You couldnโ€™t think of she-who-shall-not-be-named right now. Leah was all that matters.
โ€œIโ€™m fine,โ€ you gave her a comforting smile. โ€œJust thinking of how great this night is going.โ€
Leah gave you the biggest smile in return. โ€œGoing great, huh? Regret that you didnโ€™t give me a chance sooner?โ€ She teased.
You barked out a laugh. โ€œMaybe,โ€ you teased back. โ€œBut you were kind of a dick.โ€
Leahโ€™s jaw dropped open. โ€œI wasnโ€™t!โ€
โ€œYeah, yeah. You werenโ€™t,โ€ you agreed, the smile on your lips letting her know that you were joking. โ€œHonestly,โ€ you sighed, playing around with the food on your plate. โ€œI wasโ€ฆ You know that I was going through a break-up, right?โ€
Leah gave you a sympathetic smile. โ€œYeahโ€ฆ Sorry that it didnโ€™t work out with her.โ€
You raised an eyebrow at her. โ€œAre you really?โ€
You laughed as Leah threw her napkin at you. โ€œIf I say no itโ€™s going to make me sound like a dick, mate,โ€ Leah mirrored your small laugh before she turned serious. โ€œI hate that she broke your heart, I really do. But itโ€™s her loss. You deserve someone who will treat you right.โ€
โ€œAnd I'm assuming that person is you?โ€ you were asking the question almost teasingly, not expecting her to take it so seriously.
So when Leah nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the word, โ€œOh most definitely,โ€ falling from her lips, you swore you could fall for the blonde right then and there, in your favourite restaurant in Barcelona.
โ€œHow long were you together?โ€ Leah asked. โ€œโ€ฆonly if you want to share, that is. No pressure. Just asking.โ€
You took a deep breath before speaking. โ€œFour years. We were engaged for a year.โ€
โ€œWow.โ€
โ€œI know,โ€ you chuckled. โ€œIt sounds crazy when I say it out loud. I was engaged.โ€
โ€œWhat happened?โ€
What happened? What happened was that Alexia became a jerk who threw away everything you two had forโ€ฆ what? You didnโ€™t even know. You didnโ€™t care to find out either. All Alexia said was that you two werenโ€™t working out anymore and that she kissed someone else andโ€”you took a deep breath.
Old memories of Alexia still brought up strange feelings in your chest. On one hand, you hated her so much for what she did. You really did. Or you convinced yourself that you did.
But on the other handโ€ฆ you couldnโ€™t help but miss her and you felt like such a loser because why were you still hung up on someone who hurt you like that?
It was so stupid because despite it all, you wanted to stay. To forget about everything and just stay as it was because you still felt like you two were meant for each other.
Alexia didnโ€™t want that, so what could you do?
Damn. So much for not thinking about her.
โ€œโ€ฆStuff happened.โ€
โ€œSorry,โ€ Leah grimaced. โ€œI didnโ€™t mean to pry. Or make your ex a topic of conversation on our first date.โ€
You shrugged, โ€œItโ€™s fine.โ€
Leah stayed quiet and you almost let your mind wander back to Alexia. You didnโ€™t think about her as often anymore, but there were days when she was all you could think about.
โ€œWhatโ€™s your favorite color?โ€
You let out a sudden laugh. โ€œWhat?โ€
โ€œTrying to change the subject here! Sorry. No more ex-talk tonight, I swear.โ€
Leah flashed a bright smile and something warm settled in your chest.
These days, the feeling that everything was going to be alright seemed to manifest more and more within you.
These days, you started to become more convinced that the world didnโ€™t end the moment Alexia walked out the door.
You took Leahโ€™s hands in yours, a soft smile gracing your lips at the sight of your intertwined hands.
If Alexia could break your heart into tiny pieces, Leah could glue them back together.
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schrodingers-romy ยท 5 months ago
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Cute Aggression [Sakura Haruka x Reader]
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Pairings: Sakura Haruka x GN!Reader Word Count: ~1200 [Ao3 Link]
Summary: Your boyfriend is so cute you just want to bite him (and you do).
Warnings: Biting (duh), tiniest bit of suggestiveness at the end, written with aged up to adult Sakura in mind but you go crazy go stupid ig, anime watcher safe (one mention of a manga character but no spoilers), i think that's all???
Notes: Minimally edited so forgive me pls. Born of my desire to bite sakura bc he is sooo cute. here you go wind breaker fandom <3 anyway maybe if I get inspired I'll continue this. who knows.
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Dating Sakura Haruka was like a dream come true for you. Finally, you were able to lavish him with the affection you were constantly holding back before in fear of revealing your feelings (and possibly ruining your friendship with him). Every time you held his hand, or ran a hand through his hair, or pressed a quick kiss to his lips, you felt a soft warmth flush through you. And, in complete contrast to how he acted years ago when you first met him, he no longer hissed and spat like a feral cat when any sort of kindness was shown to him. Now, though he still huffed and blushed at physical contact, he also reveled in it. Haruka leaned into every single one of your affections, even if they embarrassed him; and, in private, he would return them in his own shy way.
In short, you had grown comfortable expressing your adoration for him through physical touches, which is why you felt comfortable enough to do what you were about to do without thinking anything of it.
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Haruka, though he was a bit dense, was well aware of how much he blushed. As much as it annoyed the shit out of him, he could never control the way he quickly turned from pale to pink to red at any nicety. Even though years around Furin and the affectionate weirdos who were a part of it, he would still flush often. It became worse again once he started dating you.
He couldnโ€™t admit it (especially to the likes of Suo and Umemiyaโ€ฆnosy bastardsโ€ฆ) but he adored when you were sweet with him. Before the two of you got together, you were always nice to him, complimenting him on everything from his fighting to his eyes to his kindness. But it was like the floodgates had opened after he confessed to you; now you expressed your love through both touch and words (a dangerous combination for Harukaโ€™s heart). He liked that you were so comfortable touching him, even when he struggled to return the same actions expect in private. He liked it when you hugged him and kissed him and treated him like something precious. He avoided dwelling on his past as much as possible, but he couldnโ€™t help but remember how a few years ago he could not have even fathomed being loved at all, much less in the all-encompassing way you loved him.
You were absolutely perfect to him, and you had given him the gift of falling in love and having that love reciprocated. That being said, sometimes you were fucking weird.
The two of you were snuggling on the couch, and you were stroking his hair and telling him how pretty he looked when he was relaxed. Haruka was slowly turning the shade of Kiryuโ€™s hair, even as he melted into the scratch of your fingers against his scalp.
And then you leaned forward, and his eyes fluttered shut, anticipating a kiss. Instead of the soft feeling of your lips, however, he felt something sharp clamp down on one of his pink cheeks.
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There were plenty of times when you looked at your boyfriend and thought โ€œwow, heโ€™s cute enough to eat.โ€ The urge to take a bite out of Haruka ebbed and flowed like the tide; but it had reached dangerous flood levels since you started dating. According to Tsubaki, this was because of โ€˜cuteness aggressionโ€™, the same feeling that made you want to squish adorable baby animals like they were stress balls.
You never thought youโ€™d act on the desire, but you had clearly gotten too used to inflicting upon Haruka your devotion through touch; therefore, you did not think this through.
He just looked so pretty sitting there, leaning his head into your hand, so relaxed he was almost purring with contentedness. His rosy face reminded you of his namesake, and the only coherent thought you had was โ€œhis cheeks look like sakura mochiโ€ before you were leaning in.
The gentle clamp of your teeth over his soft flesh was just as satisfying as you dreamed, although you only got to experience it for a second before you let go at the screech your boyfriend let out. It took him a second to register what you did before he leapt away from the couch like a cat.
โ€œTHE HELL WAS THAT!?โ€ Haruka yelped, scrubbing at the faint mark on his face with his hand. โ€œARE YOU A CANNIBAL OR SOMETHINโ€™?!โ€
You felt a surge of embarrassment, but luckily you were much better at hiding it than he was at hiding his. โ€œNo. That was just a love bite, baby.โ€
โ€œA what?โ€
โ€œA love bite! Because you were so cute it made me want to bite you. Affectionately.โ€ You let a small wince surface on your face, despite your confident tone.
He squinted at you, confused. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, as if he was trying to remember if this was normal or not. โ€œI donโ€™t get it,โ€ he admitted, cautiously sitting back down next to you. You almost joked that you wouldnโ€™t bite, as if you hadnโ€™t proven that false just seconds before.
You moved his hand out of the way so you could rub your thumb over his abused cheek, before pressing a soft kiss to it. Haruka tensed up a little, but he let out a small sigh and collapsed when he felt your lips instead of your teeth.
You felt a little bit bad, even though you enjoyed getting your teeth on him immensely. โ€œI shouldnโ€™t have done it to you out of the blue like that. Iโ€™m sorry.โ€
โ€œโ€™S fine, I just donโ€™t understand,โ€ he said gruffly.
โ€œItโ€™s called cuteness aggressionโ€ฆyou know when something is so cute you just want to squeeze it or bite it or something like that?โ€
Haruka still seemed confused, but he gave a slow nod.
โ€œThatโ€™s what I feel about you sometimes. I just like you so much I want to bite you. Youโ€™re sweet enough to eat, Haruka,โ€ you murmured, punctuating it with a small kiss to the tip of his nose.
He made a sort of unintelligible sound, flushing again. After you gave him a minute to reboot, he said, โ€œWellโ€ฆI didnโ€™t hate it, yโ€™know. Ya just startled me, โ€˜s allโ€ฆโ€ he trailed off, avoiding meeting your eyes.
You recognized this behavior, and it made your eyes light up. โ€œAwww, did you like it?โ€
โ€œShut up!โ€ he squawked. A pause. Then, in a quieter voice, โ€œI dunno. It was too fast, jusโ€™ startled me. Didnโ€™t even really know what was happeninโ€™.โ€
โ€œWant me to bite you again?โ€
He turned away. โ€œDo whatever you want.โ€ Tellingly, however, he had twisted in a way so that his cheek and his neck were fully exposed to you.
โ€œOkay,โ€ you said softly. โ€œIโ€™m going to bite you again. Tell me if you like it or not, okay?โ€
This time, when you leaned in, you bit into the long, creamy stretch of his exposed neck. It felt different than his cheek did under your teeth, but it felt just as good, if not better.
Haruka stiffened for a second, like a scared prey animal in the maw of a predator, before he shuddered and went limp with a small whine. ย 
You released him after a few seconds, and admired the red mark left behind. You met your boyfriendโ€™s gaze, taking in his glazed eyes and slightly open mouth.
โ€œYeah, I think I like it,โ€ he whispered.
When you smiled, his eyes were drawn to your teeth.
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ilyrafe ยท 5 months ago
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A - affection (how do they show affection)
rafe isnโ€™t the most affectionate person in the world, but when he feels comfortable and safe enough, he makes a point of showing you how dear you are by giving you expensive gifts and unique experiences like a weekend on a yacht, away from everything and everyone, or a dinner at an expensive restaurant in new york city, with wardโ€™s private jet. he spares no effort to show you that he can take care of you as he thinks you deserve. heโ€™s also not very good with words, but rafe is an extremely transparent person, so his face says it all. his eyes always soften when heโ€™s looking at you, and that says more than any diamond necklace or any declaration of love.
B - balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)
maybe rafe is a bit of a workaholic, money and power are very important things to him, but he goes out of his way to try and fit you into his life. he doesnโ€™t always succeed, but he tries.
C - cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)
heโ€™s not used to being cuddled, so naturally he doesn't do it to anyone. most of the time, you are the one who initiates the gesture, and it takes a long time for him to reciprocate and not feel awkward. whenever rafe is anxious, you cuddle him until you feel him calming down, and your cuddles are healing. they help immensely. he had never felt so loved and safe. you two normally stay quiet, just wanting the comfort of one another after a hard day, but sometimes, heโ€™ll ask you stuff here and there.
D - date (what was your first date?)
after a few weeks of just pretending that neither of you had any serious feelings for the other, rafe invited you to dinner and you accepted. he was relaxed, in a good mood and even made jokes that made you laugh and throw your head back. he didnโ€™t seem to be the same rafe who walked around with kelce and topper with an air of superiority. he was funny, smart, cute and perhaps the most interesting person youโ€™ve met.
E - excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)
your presence calms him enough for him to organize his thoughts. it doesnโ€™t mean heโ€™s going to vent to you, but your presence makes you feel at ease. he loves seeing you, especially after long periods of time, when he needs to travel for work and you canโ€™t go. heโ€™ll make sure heโ€™ll make up for the time he was away.
F - fighting (what happens when you fight)
your first fight was a big fight, which made rafe understand that youโ€™re not as submissive as he would like, because youโ€™re not afraid of him and you hit him head on with the same tone he uses when heโ€™s angry. in the first fight, rafe just took out all his frustrations on you, which made you mad. this fight almost ended the relationship, because you already had some unpleasant things about him that were stuck in your throat and everything ended up exploding, but after a long conversation, you got it together and now rafe thinks five times before thinking of taking out his problems on you.
G - gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)
rafe is quite simple, he calls you โ€œbabeโ€ or โ€œbabyโ€. he rarely calls you by your name.
H - hi (first time meeting)
you met at a party he was throwing at tanny hill, as a friend of his took you. you apologized for crashing the party, but rafe thought you were adorable and obviously gorgeous. you praised the mansion and said you were having fun, and he promptly said you could come over whenever you wanted, but he didnโ€™t say it with a sexual connotation, but rather a friendly one. he offered to show you other parts of the house and that certainly attracted some looks.
I - intimacy (how romantic they are)
rafe hasnโ€™t had many romantic experiences in his life, he was never attracted to the idea of โ€‹โ€‹dating until he met you, so he found himself searching the internet for โ€œromantic gesturesโ€, โ€œhow to impress a womanโ€ and things like that. he wanted to do everything right, he wanted you to see that he was taking you seriously. he likes to take you to dinners, he gets you flowers and expensive gifts.
J - jealousy (do they get jealous?)
both of you get jealous of each other, actually. he doesnโ€™t like to see you talking to other boys, except kelce and topper, but you donโ€™t stop having male friends because of that, after all, you donโ€™t stop him from having female friends either (if he wants to). you tend to feel jealous when you see him getting along with an ex girlfriend or even a former hookup.
K - kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)
in public, rafe gives you quick kisses here and there, sometimes on your hand, but mostly on your lips. in private, heโ€™s quite passionate and loves to kiss your neck and collarbones. he also kisses your forehead a lot, especially when youโ€™re asleep! when you spend time apart for whatever reason, his kisses are urgent (which you absolutely live for).
L - love (when was the first time they said i love you or realized it?)
rafe realized he was in love with you when you spent a whole night comforting him after a terrible fight with ward and sarah. you did everything. you held him, you let him cry, you let him vent and you never let go of him. he never felt so loved in his life before, no one never really heard him before. you were so caring and understanding, never interrupting him.
M - moving in (when do you decide to move in together)
after a few years of relationship, rafe proposes that you move in together, after all, you are already adults and you know that you will be โ€œtogether foreverโ€. you donโ€™t think twice. you spend more time with him than in your own home anyways.
N - newborn (their reaction to starting a family)
the thought of being a dad worries him a lot, actually. he doesnโ€™t want his children to turn out like he (or sarah) did, he doesnโ€™t want to repeat wardโ€™s mistakes. he wants to do everything right. when the topic arises, he begins to read about parenthood, how to raise kids and all that stuff, which makes you certain that if youโ€™re gonna have kids, theyโ€™re gonna be his.
O - open (how open you are with one another)
at first, heโ€™s not open with you at all, but you can tell itโ€™s a defense mechanism. when you and rafe start getting to know each other more and become more than friends, he begins to feel more comfortable with talking to you about himself and his life. he tends to talk more at night, before falling asleep. youโ€™ve noticed rafe doesnโ€™t like to keep secrets, he needs to let it out so he tells you a lot of things, some stuff being really random. you also feel the same and begin to tell him about yourself and itโ€™s nice to hear that he can relate to you in something.
P - photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)
rafe likes photography and is quite good at it! he prefers to take the picture rather than being photographed, but you manage to sneak in a picture or two of his when heโ€™s asleep or not looking. he has a lot of polaroids of you, but also on his phone.
Q - quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)
rafe is very messy. it seems that heโ€™s physically unable to put an object back to its designated place. his room is always messy and he knows it. there are several plastic water bottles scattered around his bedroom and he doesnโ€™t care to throw them away.
R - recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)
rafe doesnโ€™t like when you see him injured just because he doesnโ€™t want you to be afraid of him, but he always lets you help him with his wounds. he knows you hate when heโ€™s in a fight. he apologizes and says heโ€™ll do better, but every once in a while youโ€™ll get a text alerting you about another fight that heโ€™s involved in.
S - solution (how they resolve fights)
when you are wrong, you apologize. rafe, however, has trouble recognizing when heโ€™s wrong, and tends to blame others for his mistakes, but you never let him get away with it. he just hates when you tell him โ€œrafe, youโ€™re in the wrong, period. apologize and fix it.โ€, but deep down he does appreciate that you never buy his bullshit and puts him in his place. after everything is said and done, you both have a calm conversation and rafe does apologize more heartfeltly.
T - touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)
normally after a fight with ward, a long day at work or when heโ€™s anxious, rafe wants nothing more than to be with you in his bedroom and hold you till it all goes away and he can breathe again. you donโ€™t even need to touch him, the feel of you in his arms is enough. you play with his hair, you trace his back with your nails or you play with his hand, to let him know youโ€™re there and youโ€™re not going anywhere.
U - up (waking up with them)
waking up with rafe is the best. he has his arms around you every single time. if youโ€™re still asleep, he just kisses your shoulder or forehead, trying to wake up a bit more before getting up and starting the day. if youโ€™re up before him, you play with his hair and stroke his soft skin. he usually has this hard exterior, so sleeping is the rare chance you get to see him be calm.
V - vacation (where they travel with you)
you encourage rafe to visit other countries, discover new cultures and foods, and itโ€™s always fun to travel with him because he values โ€‹โ€‹comfort and lets you take control of the trip. while you like to explore the place by foot, heโ€™s offering to call an uber and โ€œget there faster!โ€.
W - wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)
on a random day, rafe asked if you ever thought about getting married, and you said yes. then he asked if you would marry him one day, and you said yes. he took a small black velvet box from his pocket, opened it, showing a beautiful ring. the wedding took place just a few months later, and it was a small ceremony, with just a few family members and closest friends. rafe was radiant, and on your honeymoon, you went to greece.
X - x factor (what about you captivated them?)
your self-confidence. you donโ€™t accept insults from anyone, least of all from him. he feels a little jealous of your confidence, because deep down he doesnโ€™t have any. your greatest strength is your kindness and understanding.
Y - yawning (how they act when theyโ€™re tired)
like a child, rafe doesnโ€™t really admit when heโ€™s tired. he fights his sleep until he really canโ€™t anymore. when heโ€™s tired, he gets cranky and stubborn just like a toddler. he knows heโ€™s tired, but for some reason he wonโ€™t just go to bed and fall asleep.
Z - zzz (how you fall asleep together)
before you, rafe liked his space, but when you both started sharing a bed, rafe couldnโ€™t sleep by himself anymore. he needed to be holding you, smelling you. having you next to him is the only thing he really wants. he has begged you to stay the night just so he can sleep better and you always say yes.
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xoxochb ยท 3 months ago
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โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ * a light that never goes out
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warnings: none pairing: luke castellan x daughter of apollo a/n: Iโ€™ve decided to stop writing in all lowercase because itโ€™s becoming a bad habit and I need to break it
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Luke Castellan was the center of your thoughts along with many other girls at camp (specifically aphrodite girls. You assumed because they were gorgeous and he was gorgeous so it was โ€˜a perfect matchโ€™). But you often wonder what made you so special. Out of all the pretty girls at camp Luke could have he chose to talk to you of all people. You were simply just a daughter of Apollo, nothing special- the best you could do was archery and thatโ€™s not entirely helpful for much
However- unbeknownst to you- Luke didnโ€™t care if you were great at archery and sucked at everything else, it had to have been at the bottom of the list of things he cared about. All he knew was that you were on the very top of the list and you werenโ€™t going to leave it
Your gaze lingers on the son of Hermes for quite too long to be classified as friends. But you were. Your longing lovestruck gaze a clear sign to absolutely everyone that you were in love with him. What were your chances though? You didnโ€™t have many. You still woke up everyday with some hope that Luke Castellan would reciprocate your feelings
From across the pavilion your eyes meet the very boy taking up your thoughts. Your cheeks turn pink and you avery your gaze to your plate, pancakes and a few strawberries
โ€œYou are insanely obviousโ€ Will Solace points out
you glare at him and return to your pancakes, taking a stab at a piece to eat. โ€œI donโ€™t know what youโ€™re talking aboutโ€
Will scoffs. โ€œYouโ€™ve been eyeing Luke since we sat down. Why donโ€™t you just go sit with him? Iโ€™m sure he wonโ€™t mindโ€
โ€œI have not been eyeing him, I was thinking and my gaze just happened to land on himโ€ you defend
โ€œOkay. Suit yourselfโ€ Will takes a strawberry from your plate and before you can stop him he bites it
You roll your eyes before looking back at Hermes table where you frown at the absence of the counselor. You consider asking Will if he had seen where he went but you knew it would end with a โ€˜you were looking at himโ€™ talk and Will always wins those
Just as you were about to leave you feel a presence sit before you and to your surprise when you look up your eyes are met with dark ones- belonging to the boy in question
Luke grins and slides a mug towards you. โ€œI saw you didnโ€™t have your coffee yet. Milk and three sugars right?โ€
Oh gods he knows how you take your coffee! Could he be any more perfect?
you nod, mirroring his expression. โ€œI tried to get some earlier but they were out so I was just going to go back later. I see they found more thoughโ€
โ€œYeah, theyโ€™re pretty quick with thatโ€ Luke says, playing into your thoughts. They didnโ€™t find more coffee though, he kept an extra stash in his drawer for you incase the camp was ever to run out- he knew you loved your coffee
Will takes notice of the tension and leaves you two alone. Luke doesnโ€™t let the silence last more than a minute,
โ€œWhatโ€™re you up to today?โ€
You take a sip of your coffee before responding, โ€œWell I have archery practice after breakfast but after that nothing much. Iโ€™ll probably go back to my cabin to read for a whileโ€
Luke nods to show full attention. โ€œI donโ€™t have much on my schedule either. Maybe I could stop by after practice and we can paint? I know you love paintingโ€
โ€œIโ€™m not very goodโ€ you laugh softly
โ€œDonโ€™t be ridiculous. youโ€™re great Iโ€™ve seen your workโ€
Your cheeks turn a darker shade of pink, almost red. You assume Luke takes notice of this because his smile grows wider
โ€œI guess we could paint for a little whileโ€ you agree
โ€œItโ€™s a date?โ€ Luke suggests
your eyes widen. How oblivious could you have been to not realize he was asking to hang out with you as a date?
โ€œyes- yeah, itโ€™s a date!โ€
Luke laughs at your flustered demeanor and stands up from his seat. โ€œGreat, Iโ€™ll see you after!โ€
You nod and watch as he walks away. You later skipped your way to archery practice while Luke had been rambling to Chris about how he asked you out- a wide smile adorning both your faces while doing so
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