#i have a confession i did most of these on summer vacation. on the beach :/ california tho i Just did bc i didnt realize it was on the albu

[swingfromthegallery]

Hiya this is kinda random but I had made these dan and phil but Chappell Roan album/singles covers edits a while ago and I ended up trading them as stickers at the terrible influence the tour TM

and I’d thought of posting them somewhere so ppl can can do whatever with em but I’m a bit shyyyyy (but. mostly lazy) so I’m here ~two months later~ with A Post lmao

Bonus stupid sticker designs + og cover art under the cut

rise and fall of the midwest princess/rise and phall of the midwest phrincess:

femininominon/phanininomenon (p sure me doing these was inspired by @ikeasharksss , who i force dnp upon, texting me "phanininomenon" and. how do you come back from that. idk. )

red wine supernova / red wine suphernova:

casual/?casuphal?: (this is kinda shit but ignore that. cest la vie)

hot to go/ phot to go:

my kink is karma / my kink is... pharma...

kaleidoscope / kaleidoscophe:

pink pony club/phink phony club: (crying forever at the person who got this one and gave me a pink philly club bracelet. it's everything to meee)

naked in manhattan / naked in phanhattan

california / caliphornia:

good luck babe/ good phuck babe : )

love me anyway/ love me phanyway:

wahoo

[mickyschumacher]

can i request something for carlos sainz x leclerc!reader on vacation?there’s such a soft spot in me for summer vacation carlos like in a beach setting or on a yacht. it can be soft or smutty it doesn’t matter i just love summery carlos. thank you!!!

[SECRETS IN SANTORINI!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: while the leclercs maybe spending their summer vacation at home, you opted for a secret vacation in santorini with your secret boyfriend, carlos sainz. or in which you are secretly dating your brother's teammate.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minor dni), unprotected sex (if you're gonna slip, slop, slap, you must wrap your willy!), reader dob in 1999, dating in secret trope!, sainz & leclerc = google translated spanish & french ._., ig the reader has a shaved downstairs?, p in v, teasing, oral sex, lovey dovey smut?, poor humour, breastplay, fingering, cumming inside, bit of overstimulation for the reader, scandal and swift references, love confessions.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bf!carlos sainz x younger leclerc!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: firm agree on the summery carlos! is it really my writing if i don't get santorini involved? anyways, hope this was up to your standards! sorry for the long wait! ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Dating your brother's teammate was never on your bucket list. Hell, you tried to stay away from Formula 1. Well, as much as Leclerc could anyways.

People older than you weren't really your type. You opted for people near your age. That way there wasn't an awkward generation gap and there was no one that reminded you of your older brothers. Carlos was only five years older than you but the generational gap was most certainly there.

Men your age were... well, boys.

Men Carlos' age were men but also men.

You had seen Carlos at races before. And he was an attractive man, obviously. But that was that. You passed each other down the paddock, barely giving each other a glance. And not to mention the obvious, you were far too young for him at the time.

But then Ferrari's first car launch after signing Carlos had happened.

You had seen Carlos more in the few hours the event lasted than the past few years. You didn't know what it was. Whether you were unintentionally stalking him or vice versa. What you did know, however, he was definitely eyeing you.

By the time Charles had introduced you, Arthur, Lorenzo, and your mother, Carlos was trying to keep his interest at bay, pretending to be as family-friendly as possible.

Carlos ended up catching you as you came out of the bathroom, smoothly asking for your number. And as much as you wanted to give it to him, you weren't going to be easy. You were a Leclerc for crying out loud.

If Carlos wanted you, he would have to earn you.

And boy did he try.

You had heard from several people and the Internet that Carlos was a hardcore romantic. You never thought about it up until he started pulling out all the stops.

He was attentive as hell, remembering your favourite drinks, slipping you a new book to read as he talked to Charles, purposely linking his pinky with yours as discreetly as he could just so he could see you flush in front of him, sending you clothes for you to wear to his races to your apartment...

Carlos was menace.

But somewhere along the line, he became your menace.

You and Carlos were the epitome of the saying 'Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours'.

Keeping it secret... sure it was frustrating at times. The both of you had person after person trying to get with you because, well, you were a Leclerc and he was Carlos Sainz. Carlos had managed to draw a line by telling people he had a girlfriend but he didn't want to reveal her.

Yeah... it didn't settle well with the grid, in particular the three gossipers of the grid: Pierre, Lando, and your brother.

But after all the little bumps in the road, it was smooth sailing.

Most of the time you spent time together was alone, just the two of you. That way, there was no risk of being caught and you could revel in each other.

Of course, it wasn't that easy. Nothing was easy with you and Carlos, especially given that you couldn't keep your hands off of one another. Carlos a slight more than you because you had the decency and fear of embarrassment of getting caught by anyone. Carlos, on the other hand, was as indecent as they come. Hands always looking for an excuse to touch you, eyes travelling to find you first in any room, sending dirty texts when you sat across him... like you said, he was a menace.

To make things easier for yourself, for this summer break, you and Carlos had picked trusty Santorini as a romantic getaway, taking his dog Piñon as a welcomed third wheeler. Filled with so many tourists that you and Carlos would look like any regular couple there.

"Now this is a summer break," You breathed out, walking on to the yacht you had rented out for your stay in Greece. The air was clean and crisp, the sun was already beating down on you despite it being nine in the morning, and the translucent blue waters brought you a sense of familiarity that Monaco held.

"Don't you agree, Piñon?" You cooed to the soft ball of white curled up into your arms. A small bark of agreement came from the dog, tail wagging in happiness.

Carlos chuckled behind you, putting down your bags on the deck, under the shade. His thick arms enveloped your waist, bringing you closer to him. Nestling his chin into your shoulder, he said, "That's good, hermosa (beautiful). Now try saying it in Spanish."

You made a face at his teasing tone. Pulling yourself out of his grasp, you turned towards him. "Ahora son unas vacaciones de verano. ¿No estás de acuerdo, mi querido Carlos?" You recreated the same coaxing tone you had given Piñon to your lover, pinching his cheek with the energy of an overly endearing mother. Now this is a summer break. Don't you agree, my dear Carlos?

Carlos gave you a pointed look. You were teasing him. You knew he liked when you spoke Spanish because it was cute to see you fumble over the words but it also meant a lot to him that you were trying.

You rolled your eyes at his reaction and settled Piñon on the deck after making sure it wasn't too hot for those small paws of his. You watched him trot around the yacht, carefully examining his surrounding to test his boundaries.

Satisfied that Piñon was safe, you turned back to Carlos. "Brunch?"

"Brunch..." Carlos trailed off, hand reaching out to your face. The soft pad of his thumb graze your lips, gently pulling on your bottom lip to watch it bounce back. "...or brunch?" He asked, voice heavy with a clear need.

Your body thrived with an eagerness to respond to his touch. Goosebumps were the paint to the canvas of your skin, littering each part of you even though you were impossibly warm in the sun. You really wanted brunch. But your stomach wanted brunch. Instead, you simply nodded to him, agreeing with the answer he had never said. "You're right. Food is very important."

Carlos groaned at your response. "Hermosa," He sighed out, bringing his arms around your waist to pull you close yet again. "I want you," He murmured against your skin, nose brushing against your cheek and hot breath wandering down your neck.

Carlos could feel you smile at his words. "And you have me... for two whole weeks," You reminded him, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek.

Carlos curled his lip in annoyance at your reminder while he revelled in your touch. "I could have you for four," He also reminded you.

You sighed. You hadn't seen him in three weeks because life had it's mysterious ways of making the both of you busy. You wanted nothing more than a month with Carlos. But it was far too suspicious.

You had barely convinced your mother and your brothers that you were going to Santorini for a 'self-exploration' trip. Charles had immediately offered to turn it into a family trip but you managed to settle him down by saying you would spend the last two weeks with them. Alexandra had been a sweetheart in the matter as well. She was the only one, as well as Kika and Lily, that had known about you and Carlos, claiming they sensed it from 'a mile away'.

What they truly meant was that Carlos wouldn't stop eye-fucking you from a far.

"It's okay," You mumbled woefully, patting his chest softly, "I'll be with you in spirit while you reign Madrid."

Carlos held in his eye roll at your theatrics, you had a flair for them. "I wish you would reign Madrid with me instead. I want you to meet the family, let me finally teach you golf, go to the holiday house with me, hmm?" He implored, chocolate brown flickering to search yours.

The pain behind your eyes made him feel frustrated. He knew how much you wanted to do that because you wanted the same thing with your family. "How 'bout I call Charles, hmm? I'm sure he'll understand."

The thought of Charles finding out from anyone but you made you shudder. Would he understand? What was so understandable about hiding the fact you were dating his teammate for over a year, especially over a call?

Arthur, amongst Charles and Lorenzo, would probably be the most hurt. You and him told each other everything. You guys were the closest in age, similar to how Lorenzo and Charles were. Hell, you even helped him confess and get with Carla. And he was waiting to do the same for you, with some he trusted and knew.

And Lorenzo? It was really for the best if he didn't know from Carlos. He had initially told you not to get too close to any of the drivers because he was worried for you and well, the reputation of F1 drivers and dating wasn't too great. But you were quite sure that anything you and Carlos did had crossed the line of 'too close'. '

"Carlos, mi amor, I love you, but I think the idea of brunch, not brunch, is more understanding."

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After your brunch, you had spent some time reading to Carlos inside the yacht, not wanting to get into the water just after you had eaten nor wanting to go out when the sunshine was at it's peak.

It was serene.

The windows were open, letting a cool breeze come and help reduce the heat and you were both sprawled on the soft mattresses that served as sofas on the floor of the yacht. The calmness and peace you had desired amongst the chaos life and F1 brought.

You were half sure that Carlos was close to falling asleep in your lap, but not by your retelling of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, after Carlos refused to see Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen for the sixth time this year, but by the way your combed your hand through his hair as you read. (Although you were still going to be persistent because the concept of seeing those two on screen in Santorini out of all places was a need, not a want).

"Carlos, mon beau (my handsome), you're going to fall asleep. Let's go swimming," You told him, placing your bookmark in between the pages and closing the book.

Carlos groaned, looking up at you. He held your hand close to his chest. "No, it's way too hot. Don't you see the water? It looks like lava."

You narrowed your eyes. "That precisely why we should go swimming. We can't just sit here and mope around. We're in Santorini... we need to stand up and move around."

Carlos lifted his head from your lap, sitting straight so he faced you. You let out a quick yelp when he pulled you forward, placing you onto his lap, legs straddling him. "I can think about fifty ways to stand up and move around... in fifty different positions."

You could feel your thighs involuntarily clench around him. You know he felt it to. You gasped at his words and shook your head. "You are a heathen, Carlos Sainz. A barbarian... a hooligan, a sexually-driven simpleton must I continue?"

"Well, I recall you loving this heathen, infidel, barbarian, and hooligan," Carlos shrugged, warm hands inching up the white sundress you had worn this morning. The action sent a shudder down your spine.

"Carlos," You mumbled, already falling into a state where you were losing the words to speak your thoughts as Carlos kneaded the flesh of your thighs with his rough hands.

"Yes?" Those puppy brown eyes flickered to your eyes while he brought his mouth to your thighs, opting to graze your heated skin with the teeth. "Tell me what you want, hermosa. And I'll give it to you."

You faltered at his words. His gaze was heavy with a dark blaze that sent your stomach churning. You allowed yourself to fully straddle Carlos' lap, teeth sinking into your bottom lip when you felt Carlos' clothed bulge press into your core.

Carlos struggled to prevent a strained hiss escape his gritted teeth, his grip on your thighs tightening, your flesh escaping the confines of his hands. Fuck, were your thighs so enticing to Carlos. He wanted to bite them and bruise them so even weeks later, they were covered in the reminiscents of him.

"What do you want, baby? Please tell me," Carlos begged, eyes desperately searching your own for any sign or indication of what you wanted.

You felt your core clench at the plea falling from Carlos' plump lips. You hadn't even really done anything but he was ready to serve you. Everything was foggy. You couldn't think straight. "I want... I want you, Carlos. Fuck, anything, everything... I–make love to me. Show me how much you love me."

His roaming hands came to a halt. "Mierda (shit)," Carlos cursed, bringing his tongue to swipe his bottom lip.

He could do that. He would love you so much that the entirety of Santorini would know and no one would even question your relationship with him.

Carlos brought his hands to your back, feeling the numerous strings of your dress against the pads of his fingers. One hand worked to undo the very knots he had done this morning while the other creeped up the back of your neck, pulling your head closer to his.

He brought his lips to yours, pressing them with an indescribable urgency. Your hands shot out to his chest, fisting the soft material of the polo you had chosen for him into a small bundle.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling a sudden breeze of cold air as the strings of your dress fell flat against your skin. Carlos' hands wandered down the surface of your back, coming to a stop at your waist.

The urge to get even closer to you coursed through Carlos' veins, pulling you flush against him. A moan fell from his swollen lips as you parted to fill the craving of some oxygen. Your pussy was pressed tight against his cock and your breasts were soft, pushed against his chest.

Carlos ventured to move his lips down the side of your jaw, edging towards your barren neck, aching to decorate you with aging and unique shades of purple and blue.

You let out a series of sinful whimpers upon the feeling of your skin being sucked at, feeding directly into his constrained cock. "Carlos..." You moaned out, eyes shut in pure pleasure, "They'll know. The–They'll ask q-questions."

"I know." You shivered as you feel him grin against your skin.

You watched him through your half-lidded eyes, moving up from your neck to look at you with his blistering gaze. With one simple movement, he took off his shirt, revealing his taut golden skin. Christ.

You sat still breathlessly on his lap as Carlos peeled off your dress, pulling your arms through the white material. The cool breeze trickled over your bare breasts, nipples hardening almost instantly.

Carlos let a warm hand rest over your rib, lifting you gently to remove your dress fully. He sighed, laying you down on the mattress. The tips of his fingers travelled from your neck and down the valley of your breasts, the hairs of your body standing straight at his touch.

"You know what it is a tragedy, hermosa?" Carlos queried, watching you quiver underneath him, chest heavily rising up and down.

He smiled at your asking through your eyes because the words just couldn't come out of your throat. "You will never see yourself the way I see you. Eres una sirena... obra de Dios. If He didn't put you on this Earth that would've been his biggest sin." You are a siren… God's work.

If your throat wasn't tied up before, it surely was now. You looked at him with a soft gaze, watching him come near you to press his lips on your own. You whimpered, feeling his hands travel towards your breasts, fondling your mounds with a cautious roughness that sent your stomach tingling.

You frowned at the loss of his lips but the complaint subsided upon the feel of his hot tongue swirling around your pebbled nipple. He paid attention to every flick and every crevice, keeping his deep eyes trained on you. He smiled at your hiss as he purposely grazed his teeth against your nipple.

Carlos removed his lips from your nipple, moving his head back to hover over your pussy. Still keeping his eyes on you, you watched in silence as the hot saliva fell from his lips, bubbly strings landing directly onto your glistening folds. Fucking hell.

"Eyes on me, baby," He told you, looking at your clenched eyes.

Your eyes shot open as Carlos took one long stripe of your folds, your hips bucking at the sudden sensation. Lingering a second too long on your clit, his tongue continued to work up towards your stomach and the valley of your breasts, returning his attention to your other nipple.

Your mouth fell open, feeling his fingers rub your wet folds, spreading his saliva around your pussy. While his tongue worked your nipple, he thrusted a thick finger into your walls. With your eyes rolling back, you attempted to fist the thick material of the mattress but to no avail.

"Fuckk, Carlos," You whimpered, writhing at his touch.

"Finally found your words, hmm?" Carlos teased, adding another finger into his torturous slow pace. His eyes were glued to watching your hips out of his periphery, snapping up to try and ride his fingers. As laboured breaths fell from your lips, he pushed his digits even further, aiming to reach a specific spot.

Smoothly, Carlos grabbed a nearby pillow, putting it under your lower back to bring you some comfort and a whole new level of pleasure. He stared at your face intently: your mouth had fallen wide open with a ghost whisper of his name flowing into the air, sweat glistened over your flushed face, pooling near the edges of your hair and neck, and your lips were swollen with the prettiest shade of red he had ever seen.

"Carlos," You managed to get out with your brain practically turning into jelly. "Carlos, please, I don't want to cum like this. I need your cock, please."

Carlos' cock throbbed at your pleas. "Your wish is my command, princesa."

Hearing your whines upon the loss of his fingers, Carlos took off his blue shorts faster than he had ever done in his life.

Even though you had been with Carlos sexually for a while, your cheeks still flamed when you saw his cock. Not out of embarrassment or unadulterated innocence. No. It was outright heat that was getting to you.

Every time you saw his cock, it was a violent shade of red, throbbing and aching, leaving Carlos begging to be touched by you.

You watched as Carlos leaned forward, hovering over you. It was beyond you how exactly pretty Carlos was. You hadn't realised until he started courting you. You had no idea how you were supposed to live without seeing his thicket of brown locks, his freckles that could only be depicted if you were close to him otherwise they blended with his prickly stubble, the smug smile he constantly wore to hide himself, and especially his big brown eyes that made you bend to his command.

"Carlos?" You softly called out.

Carlos' ears perked up at your gentle tone. He smiled down at you with raised brows. His hands continued to travel your body, retracing every curve and fold as he had committed to his memory. "Sí, mi hermosa?"

You ran a hand through his hair before caressing his cheek. God, he was your beautiful boy. "Je t'aime plus que tu ne peux l'imaginer." I love you more than you can imagine.

You knew he didn't speak French despite spending this many years with Charles but it often comes from you naturally when you were too caught up in your feelings.

"Je ne pense pas que ce soit le cas. You don't know how my every feeling is controlled by the look on your face. I can't breathe without you. Every race, I hope you're there waiting for me because you're pretending to wait for Charles. Hermosa, I exist for you. No one else." I don't think you do.

Your eyes widened, fresh tears lining your waterline. "You understood–you learned French?" You whispered, voice barely audible.

Carlos grinned. "I'm quite sure I said a lot of after that but yes, I did learn French for you... surprise!"

You suppressed the urge to push him off of you and gave him a long kiss. Pulling back, you laughed gently. "You're an idiot... making me cry during sex. And not even in the good way!" You feigned your complaint.

"Well, we still have tonight and thirteen more days. Today I'm just showing how much I love you," He whispered above your lips, hips lining up with yours.

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling Carlos' cock brush past your folds. You both moaned in unison as he pushed his cock into your pussy. Your walls wrapped around his cock tightly, gripping him like a vice.

Carlos cursed several profanities under his breath, head lolling back while pleasure coursed through his body. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. His cock ached at the high-pitched mewl that fell from your swollen lips.

His hands fell to your hips, holding you tightly, slowly shifting you up and down his length, burying his cock in you.

You closed your eyes, letting your forehead rest on Carlos'. You can feel him staring at you, taking all of you in: every hue of your flushed state, your eyelashes riddled with tears and sweat, the heavenly and sinful sounds from your lips, and your greased hair.

"You are breathtaking," Carlos whispered against you.

You smiled, opening your eyes to meet his and rolling your hips slowly in response. "You make me feel so good," You praised.

A rough moan was elicited from Carlos, throat tight and choked up from your words and actions. He could barely function seeing your bare pussy take his cock so well, let alone how the tip of his cock throbbed when he lifted you up. His own eyes were beginning to shut as he revelled in the ecstasy you brought hip.

Fuck, you were so wet. You looked down at your thighs, seeing the obscene sheen of your arousal coat spread to Carlos' thighs. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, hips snapping to create a rhythm.

"Carlos, I, fuck," You blabbered in complete disarray. You were beginning to seem the edges of a familiar white light.

Although Carlos appreciated the sign, he could tell by the way you were clenched so tightly around his cock, getting his cock to pulsate every few seconds, that you were going to come.

He moved his hands between your legs, watching you sink over his cock one more time before he obstructed the view by using his thumb to rub your clit in circles.

"Mierda," Carlos cussed, feeling you grip his cock even further if it was possible. "Cum for me, mi amor."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You repeated the expletive as if it were a mantra, hips bucking as white clouded your vision. You let out a loud moan, body shaking as waves of your climax hit you one after the other.

Not a second later, Carlos was cumming too. His hips rutted against yours in almost an unrecognisable desperation, the peak of his ecstasy right within his grasp. His cock pulsed while his hips came to a falter, stuttering as ropes of his white cum spilled into you, warming your walls.

"F-Fuck," Carlos groaned, feeling your pussy clamp around him, trying to take every last drop of his cum.

You feel Carlos slump forward into you, exhausted. Gently, you lifted yourself off of his cock, wincing at your sensitivity. You fell straight onto the mattress, panting heavily.

"Shit!" You yelped as Carlos pushed some of his leaking come back into and circle your clit. You shook at the mini aftermath of your orgasm before calming back down.

"Satisfied?" You nudged Carlos playfully, knowing damn well Carlos liked to go the extra mile when it came to you.

"Very," Carlos commented, reaching his arms out to bring you closer to him.

You sighed, resting your head on his chest. The exhaustion was very quickly seeping into the both of you. Carlos' heartbeat was beginning to work as a lullaby and Carlos had found your warmth far more comforting than any mattress or duvet.

"Hermosa," He called, making you hum for you had no energy to speak. "We need to tell them."

You found yourself trying to open your eyes. When had they closed? You turned to face him, chin resting on his heated torso. You pressed a brief kiss and said, "I know. Let's tell them in a few days. So they have at least a week to yell at me."

Carlos frowned at your words. "I'll be right there with you. You know that right? I'm not letting you do this alone."

You smiled after letting out a small yawn. "I know, I know. I'm grateful. Thank you, mi amor."

Carlos returned the gesture, kissing your forehead gently. He rubbed your shoulders, feeling the dark abyss of slumber slowly call to him. "Anything for you, hermosa."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[poisonlove]

I hate you! | j.o

"Damn motherfucker! I missed you so much," Maddy exclaimed with enthusiasm as she approached. My face lit up with a smile when I saw her approaching, radiating her usual splendor.

Maddy was wearing a tight red crop top with a deep neckline. Under the crop top, she had on a short high-waisted skirt made of shimmering fabric. For footwear, she opted for knee-high boots that accentuated her legs. To complete the look, Maddy was adorned with plenty of jewelry, including dangling earrings, bracelets, and rings. Her makeup was elaborate, featuring sparkling eyeshadow, bold lips, and impeccable nails.

"Hey, Mad," I replied, raising my hand in greeting. However, the Latina girl looked at me with a raised eyebrow, sporting an infectious smile. "With a hand? Come here," Maddy said, opening her arms and wrapping them around my neck, hugging me tightly.

Summer vacation had come to an end, and the excitement of beach days, summer adventures, and golden sunsets was quickly fading. It was time to bid farewell to that carefree atmosphere. Unfortunately, Los Angeles High School had already opened its doors for a new school year. Nostalgia for the long sunny days and evenings spent with friends lingered as I prepared to face a new chapter within the school's austere walls.

"What's new with you?" Maddy asked with a mischievous smile, raising her eyebrows playfully. "Any new conquests? Made any new acquaintances?" She added, revealing her curiosity.

My cheeks quickly turned red. "Maddy!" I whispered, trying to hide my embarrassment. "It's been okay, nothing special..." I replied with a slightly high-pitched voice.

Maddy tilted her head with a knowing smile.

"And you?" I asked curiously.

"Actually, you've changed," Maddy said, observing me closely. "So there's something new about you, you're much sexy." Her words were a sincere compliment as she leaned against my locker. "Summer vacation went well; I went to Greece," she added with a radiant smile.

"Fantastic," I replied absentmindedly. "Well, see you later, bitch... I need to go see Cassie," Maddy said as she approached and planted a kiss on my cheek, bidding me a sweet farewell.

"Bitch..." someone whispered behind me with a mischievous tone, making me turn around.

I barely held back the curse that burned on my lips when I saw Jenna Ortega, the most annoying and unpleasant girl in the whole school. I couldn't understand why she seemed to harbor such deep hatred for me, but her arrogant and egocentric attitude made my blood boil. She was an irritating, odious presence, and just seeing her made me clenched my fists in anger.

"What do you want, Ortega?" I asked with evident irritation, squinting at Jenna.

"Nothing, you're just in my way," she muttered with false innocence that only fueled my anger.

Jenna was dressed in an oversized black hoodie, her hair falling messily onto her shoulders, and she wore a denim skirt that barely reached above the knee. Her style screamed rebellion and attitude, just like her annoying personality.

I reluctantly moved aside, wishing Jenna would trip and fall flat on her face. I inwardly smiled at the thought alone.

"Why are you smiling? You're really weird," Jenna commented absentmindedly as she opened her locker, which was just two lockers away from mine.

Why did she have to be so close to me? I wondered in frustration.

"I was just thinking of something amusing, not your business," I replied with a fake smile. "You're really weird," Jenna said, raising her eyebrows in confusion. "See you in class, loser" she concluded, slamming her locker shut with a dull thud as she walked away.

"I'll show you who's a loser," I muttered under my breath, ready to follow her. But a voice stopped me.

"Leave her be, Y/N, she's just an idiot," someone whispered by my side.

My anger began to dissipate, and I smiled when I saw my friend Rue. The curly-haired girl wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Sorry I'm late," she said, yawning slightly. "I overslept," she confessed, and I gave her a teasing look.

"Yeah, I can imagine why," I commented mischievously, making Rue blush. "What? No... what do you mean?" she stammered in embarrassment.

"Ey girls!" someone else chimed in with a small laugh. It was Kat, who joined us with a radiant smile. "Hey, Kat," I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, Y/N... Rue," Kat said, giving us both an infectious smile.

"Rue," she said with a mischievous smile, "I hope your vacations were as hot as they seem in my wildest dreams."

Rue blushed even more, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Kat!" she exclaimed with a tone somewhere between embarrassment and amusement.

I couldn't help but smile and burst into laughter. "Kat, I can't tell who's more perverted between you and Mad," I commented amidst the laughter.

After Kat's embarrassing remark, the three of us headed to our first class of the day. It seemed like life at Los Angeles High School was settling back into its routine.

Rue and I had history, while Kat, with a sad smile, said she had math, rolling her eyes in annoyance. It was clear that she didn't particularly care for that subject. With a promise to meet up after class, we parted ways and headed to our respective classrooms, ready to face a new day of academic challenges and unexpected encounters.

(...)

The history class turned out to be one of the most boring ones in my life. The teacher spoke in a monotone voice, the textbook felt like it weighed a ton, and the material being covered was anything but interesting. To try and survive the agony, I started doodling in my notebook, hoping time would pass faster.

Rue, on the other hand, seemed to have a different approach to boredom. She had literally sprawled herself across her desk, her calm and steady breathing indicating that she had decided to take a little nap. I couldn't blame her; in those circumstances, it seemed like the most sensible thing to do.

"Hey, loser... can you move? I can't see the blackboard." A terribly annoying voice whispered behind me.

I turned to look at Jenna with a raised eyebrow, barely holding back my growing anger. "You're not even taking notes," I muttered wearily.

Jenna rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Just do it," she murmured, a smile plastered on her lips.

I needed some supernatural strength to endure Jenna at that moment.

I turned back to my desk and resumed doodling in my notebook, trying to ignore her.

"What are you doing?" Jenna whispered just inches from my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine. "Doodling," I replied in a monotone tone.

I heard Jenna lean back into her chair again, distancing herself from me. But the silence didn't last long.

"Anyway, they suck," she chuckled, taunting me. I bit my lower lip to avoid responding.

A crumpled piece of paper landed on my head.

"Cut it out," I muttered distractedly, trying to focus on my drawings.

Another piece of paper fell onto my head, hitting me harder. Closing my eyes, I tried to hold my breath.

"Can you stop?" I whispered through gritted teeth, hoping not to attract the teacher's attention.

Jenna seemed not to listen, continuing to bother me. Another piece of paper ended up on me, and I lost my patience.

I stood up abruptly from my chair, causing it to crash to the floor with a thud. In a lightning-fast motion, I turned and grabbed Jenna by the collar of her hoodie. "What the hell do you want? Why don't you leave me alone?" I hissed through clenched teeth, my face contorted with irritation.

The distance between our faces was minimal, our breaths mingling in the tense air. Jenna smiled, showing her dimple. "Fuck you," she simply replied, looking at me with challenging eyes.

My grip on her hoodie tightened, the distance between our faces decreasing even more. "L/N! ORTEGA!" The teacher's voice echoed in the classroom, drawing everyone's attention to us. My eyes shifted to the teacher, who was looking at us angrily.

The whole class had their eyes on us, watching our quarrel with curiosity and surprise. I released my hold on Jenna's hoodie, pushing her away from me.

"Both of you, immediately out of my class and go to the principal's office," the teacher ordered, pointing to the door.

"This is your fault," I whispered irritably as we made our way to the exit.

"Actually, it's yours," Jenna stuck her tongue out in response.

"Move it," the teacher urged us again, this time with a stern tone.

With clenched teeth, I walked out of the classroom, headed to the principal's office along with the obnoxious Ortega.

She's so insufferable.

[sleeplesssmol]

May I request some suitcase family headcannons summer addition?

ill start

1. vertin is definitely rocking a button up pineapple shirt and those long a** dad shorts (Because she's our androgynous king 👑) with a straw hat to top it off

2 if they go to the beach instead of a lake in the suitcase there will be girls thinking vertin is a guy and trying to flirt with her

Confession: I don't like the beach so I didn't think about this at first, but now the brain is WORKING! Also, I love your ideas! You have me thinking about an entire scenario. Although, my mind focuses on Vertin the most lol so these probably won't be that interesting. This is more like a drabble than single HCs. The team heads to the beach because of a mission but they turn it into a vacation. Also, instead of a pineapple shirt, Vertin got this as a gift from the kids:

Suits and Ducks

Vertin tried to go to the beach with her suit. Desert Flannel and Blonney argued with her for a while saying how hot it'd be and so on. Vertin reminds them she crossed a desert in a suit and survived a shipwreck in her signature suit. She'll be perfectly fine going to the beach in her suit. It was the kids who actually managed to get her to change. Sotheby and the others gifted a silly shirt with little yellow ducks on it. They knew she wouldn't wear a bathing suit but they wanted her to join them! Since it was a gift from her crew, Vertin treasures it and proudly wears it in public at the beach. Outfit complete with bermuda shorts and a boater hat with a ribbon around it. Desert Flannel and Blonney tease her at first but they prefer this casual outfit instead of the stiff suit. Vertin looks like a dork but she's a cute and happy dork so they're secretly happy too. However, they're not the only ones to think that. Instead of deterring attention, Vertin catches the eye of a few beach goers since the shirt is a conversation starter. You know how it goes after that, our charismatic Timekeeper has a way of pulling people in once she starts talking to them. Also, she's pretty. Even if she's being silly, people seem to like Vertin's face. However, they give up on her once they see her crew, which happens to be full of beautiful people (Sonetto, Blonney, Desert Flannel, Druvis, Bun Bun, etc). The bar is high lol.

Eye of the Storm, Center of Attention

Sonetto was shy about wearing a bathing suit since she isn't used to showing so much skin. Desert and Blonney helped her find a modest one-piece and cover up that she felt comfortable in. She turned quite a few heads at the beach. She doesn't like being the center of attention, but she didn't mind the familiar weight of Storm gray eyes on her back while she splashed around with Regulus and the others. She made eye contact with Vertin on the shore. Vertin immediately tilted her hat over her eyes and turned her attention back to the bucket of seashells she and Eagle collected together. Later, the crew painted these shells together and decorated the gardens in the Wilderness with them.

Inner tubes and Ice Cream

Regulus is the captain of a giant floating inner tube. However, the others swarmed her “ship” and stole it. The pirate captain was thrown into the sea! When she went to complain to Vertin, she couldn't find her best friend. Her first thought was the one time Vertin mentioned she's not a great swimmer. Did the ocean claim her when she wasn't looking!? Then again, she survived being thrown into the sea while wearing a suit of all things–

Vertin spawned behind her with popsicles and ice cream. On one hand, Regulus was relieved but on the other, Vertin went to the store without her! The betrayal. They usually buy goodies together so the pirate can show her all the good snacks! Regulus forgave her when she realized Vertin bought frozen treats for all of them, including her. Vertin didn't want to interrupt her fun so she and Lilya went together instead. Lilya wanted to buy more alcohol anyway.

Regulus enjoyed her “rock n roll rocky road”, moved that Vertin remembered her favorite flavor. However their friendship nearly ended when she watched Vertin BITE into her Creamsicle (orange and cream pop). Vertin doesn’t feel pain or sensitivity so she always eats them like that…

Sonetto attempted to eat her blue-raspberry popsicle the same way after watching Vertin and immediately regretted it.

BBQ

Bunny Bunny’s BBQ smelled so good, other beach goers brought some of their ingredients over and offered to work together, kinda like a potluck where everyone brings something and the food is shared.

Night Fishing

Vertin doesn’t sleep at night because she naps during the day. She decided to try her hand at night fishing on the pier. She slipped out quietly so as not to wake her tuckered out teammates. Sonetto noticed she was gone because she hears everything that goes on in the Suitcase. She freaked out like usual until she found Vertin peacefully fishing on the pier. She sat with Vertin, using the Timekeeper's jacket as a blanket since she was still in her nightgown. Vertin tried to shoo her back inside since was clearly exhausted but she refused to budge. She ended up falling back asleep against Vertin's shoulder. However, Sonetto wondered if she dreamed the whole thing since she woke up in her bed the next morning. She didn't, Vertin carried her back the same way she does for the others. If Vertin is around, she sleeps like a log but if Vertin isn't around, she sleeps more lightly.

Vertin didn't catch much, but Satsuki prepared a Japanese style breakfast with it for her the next day. That breakfast ended up being “sampled” by so many other crew members that Vertin ended up nibbling on leftover BBQ to compensate.

She didn't let anyone touch her tea though. She'll share everything else but Satsuki's tea.

Kraken

Of course, this beach trip wasn't really a holiday. They were supposed to be investigating sightings of a sea monster. They almost forgot about it until Druvis and Lilya mentioned it in passing. Apparently the sea monster interrupted them while they were flying together on Lilya's broom over the water.

They managed to scare it off, but they need to take care of it since it's still a danger to others. The Timekeeper sets out with her crew to fight the beast.

The Kraken Calamari (Pavia's idea) they made hit different. Vertin made sure to save a portion for Madam Z and Tooth Fairy to try.

Home

When it was time to go home, Vertin decided it'd be nice to have a beach section in the Wilderness for the Summer. While she can't control the weather in her Suitcase, she can reshape the land. The others loved this idea. The Wilderness had other plans and it snowed on the first day of adding the beach. Imagine all these arcanists in summer clothes freezing outside (well, except the SPDM soldiers). They came inside and enjoyed hot chocolate instead lol.

Sunburn

They expected Vertin to get sunburn like some of the other arcanists, but she was fine. The Foundation's temperature training teaches them how to protect themselves from the elements with arcanum, which is why she crossed the desert and stuff without issue. Sonetto can do it too (she's really good at it), but she used sunscreen as a precaution.

Ms. Moissan made the children wear it too and used Sonetto as an example.

This means it was the young adults who suffered the most sunburn. Jessica was not happy about it. She didn't get sunburn, but Blonney did so she couldn't hug as much as she wanted.

[ijuliet]

obstacle (s)(f)

you were dedicating this summer getaway on confessing your feelings to choi soobin, but what happens when choi yeonjun was constantly in the middle of your plans?

pairing : choi yeonjun x afab!reader

warnings : sorta enemies to lovers?, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, inexperienced reader, chaewon x taehyun (just for plot, not shipping)

wc : 2.9k words

MINORS DNI!!!

It was your annual summer field trip, the most anticipated event of the school year. Hundreds of kids piled into buses and hollered as the start of their vacation began. You, on the other hand, had one set goal for this trip: to win Choi Soobin.

Was it wrong to treat the innocent boy like a game? Well, yes, but you had a good argument. Soobin has been your crush since you started school, and you’ve been rational since. How could you not drool when you saw the way his dimples appeared any time he smiled? Soobin was the guilty one for making you crazy.

“Move your bag.” Someone coldly said, waking you from your delusions and quickly shooting your head up. You smiled when you were met with the sarcastic look of your best friend.

“Taehyun!” You cheered happily, taking your overnight bag from the seat beside you and placing it on the floor. He rolled his eyes as he plummeted next to you. “I could tell from the door that you were thinking about Soo-” you slapped his shoulder before he could finish. “Taehyun. We’re in a public setting.” You whispered aggressively in his ear.

“And? You couldn’t be any more secretive about this stupid crush.” He crosses his arms and sighs.

“Y/n you’ve been hooked on this boy for years now and you still have no idea what he’s like. ” He pauses before continuing. “I just feel bad because you’ve wasted time you could’ve been loosing your virginity, on giggling at his Instagram pictures and his friends' birthday posts.”

You frown at his cruel words. “Taehyun, don't act like you don’t know why I’ve never spoken to him.” He can tell that speaking about the sad truth hurt your feelings.

And Taehyun did know why you’ve never spoken to Choi Soobin. Because of one little obstacle: his evil best friend.

Choi Yeonjun, the creator of your problem.

It all started at a Halloween party hosted by Beomgyu. Illegal drinks and your friends' encouragement sent confidence rushing through your veins to walk up to your crush. You also did not want to put your cute princess costume to waste. All of a sudden, you bumped into his rather tall friend. The sudden shake made your stomach churn and your hands slap your mouth. You looked up to see his best friend gasp, as your life turned into slow motion.

The rest was self-explanatory, and Yeonjun would never let it down. He never missed a chance to tease you when you walked by him in the halls, got paired up for assignments, or even seeing each other at a random convenience store at 2 AM. You had no clue if he had told Soobin, but since they were glued to each other’s hip, you could never approach him because of your fear of Yeonjun.

You sadly stared at the window, knowing this was your last chance with Soobin, you began to eavesdrop on the conversation behind you.

“Yeah, Beomgyu’s hosting a party at his massive beach house tonight… I wonder if anyone will show up; if we get caught, we’d all get in serious trouble.” They barely whispered. Their friend agrees and envies the rich kid.

It took you a second to shoot up in surprise, elbowing Taehyun on accident and making him wince. If Beomgyu was hosting an event, that meant…

“Hell yeah, I know we’ll be there!” Yeonjun shouted from behind the conversation you were hearing. His action was enough to make the whole bus erupt in noise again.

-

“Okay, is this dress good?” You stood in front of Taehyun, who was annoyed by your constant question. “Yes, can we please go now?” He asked, and you simply nodded.

“Taehyun, do you promise to finally hook up with Chaewon tonight?” You point your pinky finger at his face as you both walk out of your shared hotel room. “Only if you promise to not look at Soobin.” You swat his gesture away and squint your eyes.

“Plus, Chaewon and I are just friends.” He argues. “Yeah, friends who make out in empty classrooms.” You recall his embarrassing moment. Remembering your friend dying of shame when an innocent janitor walked into the “friends” exploring each other's bodies.

-

It wasn’t a long walk to Beomgyu’s parents' beach house. You could tell from a mile away that the party had already started, as groups of people stood outside in the breezy summer air. You stepped up on the porch happily as Taehyun opened the door to a hot and crowded foyer.

You greeted familiar drunken faces as you pushed your way to the drinks. Taehyun stood behind you as you poured shots for the both of you. Turning around and handing it to him, you shut your eyes as the burning liquid trailed down your throat. You opened your mouth to complain about the taste but stopped when you made eye contact with an approaching Chaewon.

“Hey guys.” She cheerfully announced. You smiled at her and watched Taehyun’s hand slither to her waist. “Mind if I borrow him real quick?” She asked your permission, which had confused you. “You can take him, no refunds though.” You put your hands up defensively and made the two laugh. Chaewon took Taehyun as he smiled and cocked his head to the right, signaling you to look over and see Choi Soobin alone in a corner.

Now was your chance. You scooted past the hot bodies around you quickly, trying your hardest to reach Soobin, but were suddenly stopped. You felt a tap at your shoulder, and you turned around slightly annoyed.

“Hey princess.” Yeonjun grinned. You stared at him in disbelief. His blue hair shaped his face, his perfect pouty lips looked sinful, and he was wearing a stupid shirt under a stupid button-up that you’ve seen Soobin wear. “Oh god- don’t tell me you’re going to-”

Yeonjun tries to finish his lame joke, but you grab his hand quickly and lead him to the closest door.

Pushing him in the dimly lit room, and finally, your frustration towards the boy erupting in a loud voice.

“God Yeonjun, I have been way too patient with your bickering and torment, but I can’t keep it in any longer. So fucking what I threw up on you? I paid for your dry cleaning and helped you pass Calculus, and all I get in return is you constantly embarrassing me. Why haven’t you thought about how I felt just once? So please-” You take a breath from your words and finally look at his face.

The sculpted boy is shocked, and you can slightly see his flustered cheeks turn red. You start to feel even worse, thinking you hurt his feelings. But hell, did he ever think twice before he spoke?

“In the nicest way possible, Yeonjun. Just.” You sigh. “Get out of my way.” You try to reach for the handle behind him, but his hand grabs your wrists.

“This isn’t about me annoying you, Y/n.” You looked up at him as he spoke. “This is about your stupid crush on Soobin, right?”

You felt your stomach fill with anxiety. What could he possibly know about your crush on Soobin, and why was he being so rude? “N-no, I just.” You tried to lie, but Yeonjun’s hand on your wrist dropped.

“What’s so good about Soobin anyway?” He whispers. It was barely coherent, and you felt Yeonjun’s finger move the hair in front of your face, pushing it behind your ear.

“How could I not notice you staring at my best friend when this whole time, I just wanted you to stare at me.” He confessed with a sad chuckle. This time, you had a feeling you were going to throw up.

“You’re too sweet for Soobin. He’d just ruin you. He wouldn’t treat you right.” Yeonjun’s hurtful words to his friend didn’t end. His hand caressed your cheek, angling you to look up at his eyes.

“Tell me to stop.” He asks, and your faces are millimeters away. Stop, you think, but you can’t seem to say it.

“Tell me to kiss you.” You can feel his intoxicated lips hover over yours.

“Kiss me.” You mumble, and it’s enough to make Yeonjun act upon your demand. Your lips crash as you feel his tongue quickly enter your mouth. Yeonjun is quick with his actions, switching you to having your back on the door instead. His hands go lower on your body, and lower, and lower— until you quickly break the kiss.

“Yeonjun, I’ve never done...” You looked at the floor in embarrassment, but his finger quickly lifted your chin to look at his face. “We don’t have to do anything princess.” The pet name had now gained a sweet ring to it.

You giggle and bring your hands to his shoulder with a sigh. “Why hadn’t you told me sooner?” You looked at him sadly. “You already hated me when I started to think you were cute.” Yeonjun takes your hand and leads you to the random bed in the room, sitting you down on his thigh.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk.” Yeonjun states. Your head perfectly fits on his shoulder, laying there with a smile. “I appreciate your apology.” You peck the skin of his neck once, then twice, then a third time.

Yeonjun quietly groans at the feeling, and you start to suckle on the skin. Your hands reach up to his linen button-up and fumble with the collar, trying to gain more access to his chest.

Yeonjun helps you take off his shirt, and your hands glide across his naked body. You straddle his lap and softly push his back against the bed.

“Can I…” You drag your question and point to his crotch. “Feel you here?” You ask innocently, and he nods.

“God, yes. Anything princess, do anything to me.” Yeonjun pleads. So you do. You get off his lap and take your sundress off in one motion, leaving you in your dainty underwear and bra. Yeonjun gets up from the bed and follows your actions, leaving him in only his boxers.

You stare at his hard on, intimidated by the size. Yeonjun could tell you were nervous, and took your hand in his.

“How about you show me how you get off, first?” He looks at you with a smirk and you feel your arousal pool in between your thighs. You quietly nod and position yourself on the bed.

You had your back against the headboard, and Yeonjun sat in front of you, slipping your fingers into your panties and being met with your slick.

You look up at Yeonjun, who already had his hard cock out in his hand. The lack of light illuminates his glistening tip and his hands slowly going up and down. Suddenly, you make eye contact with the boy, and you whine.

“Can I see more?” Yeonjun politely asks. You take off your bra slowly and shimmy out of your panties. Yeonjun moans at the sight, throwing his head back and his movements on his length quickening.

Your fingers were just not working as well as they would; Yeonjuns hands were a lot bigger, and his fingers were a lot longer. “Please do it for me.” You beg.

You scoot closer to Yeonjun who doesn’t miss his chance. Forgetting about his raging cold and moving up to you on his knees to glide his two fingers smoothly into your hole. The feeling itself made you moan loudly, and then you felt his other hands fondle your tits.

“Does that feel good, princess?” He whispers into your ear, nipping the skin below it while he’s there. “Yes- Yeonjun ‘feel so good.” Your words are being choked out of your throat. The sensation between your thighs makes it hard to focus on the boy whose hands are all over you.

You feel yourself getting closer when you notice Yeonjun bucking into the air. You reach out to touch his leaky tip, but earn a hiss from the boy.

“Fuck Y/n, I’d have you like this every day if I could.” His dirty words made you clench around the fingers inside you. You work your hands up his cock as you both moan into each other's space.

“I’m close, baby.” Yeonjun pants into your ear. You take that as a sign to go faster, and the thin band in your stomach snaps, and you shudder under his touch.

“Don’t stop Yeonjun, please.” You mutter while he rides you through your high. Yeonjun curses once, then says your name like a mantra before you can feel hot cum shoot towards your inner thigh.

Yeonjun’s larger body collapses onto your sweaty one, and your hand reaches for the hair close to the nape of his neck, softly combing through it. You could hear the heavy breathing and the music outside from the party.

The feeling of skin on skin made your heart melt, and it started to hit you. You came on Yeonjun’s fingers! The only person you ever wanted to avoid. You feel guilty now, hating on him for the mere fact that he was clingy to his best friend.

“Get out of your head.” Yeonjun murmurs from your neck. You kiss the top of his forehead. “I don’t want you to go back to Soobin.” His mumbling is now more serious.

“I wasn’t planning to.” You felt him peck the skin of your neck. He got up from your body and looked around for your things. “And I want you to tell Taehyun our plan worked.” He threw you your dress, and you caught it in confusion.

“What plan?” you asked. Yeonjun slipped his shirt on but handed you his button-up; it was simple but pretty intimate to walk out of the room with his clothes on.

“How else do you think I managed to creep into your life pretty?” He kissed your cheek and you stood there, taken aback.

You gasp. “Don’t tell me-” Yeonjun interlocked your hands, and you both left the room. Re-entering the party, you watched as Yeonjun waved to his best friend and Soobin smiled at you both.

Taehyun was a traitor, but you were going to give him a big hug the next time you saw him.

since it’s almost summer and txt tour in the states are creeping up!!!!!

choi yeonjun i miss you and your blue hair. plz ruin my life

[differenteagletragedy]

Our Life Swap AU! A follow-up to Baxter, your best friend and childhood neighbor, confessing his love for yooooou :)

The first time you met Baxter was on the beach by your house. You were eight years old, on summer vacation with nothing to do, and a walk to the shore changed your life forever.

Now, 15 years later, you'd shared your very first kiss in the ocean after at least a decade of pining for each other.

Considering how long you'd waited to share your feelings, it just sort of made sense that once you did, everything else would quickly fall into place.

The next morning, you woke up in Baxter's bed instead of the one in the guest room. He was still sleeping, his arms wrapped tight around you and his chin resting on your shoulder. You didn't move -- you were perfectly content to lie there like that for the foreseeable future.

Eventually he stirred, pulling you even closer before his eyes opened. When he saw you there, he smiled.

"I love you," he said groggily, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You'd shared the words plenty of times with each other over the years, but soon after he'd kissed you the night before, he said them for the first time with new meaning. And since then, it seemed like he couldn't stop saying them.

After you told him that you loved him too, his smile widened. You thought he'd tell you that he loved you more, which was a fun little fight you'd gotten into a few times over the course of the night before, but he switched up the script this time.

"Marry me."

Your eyes widened, and you pulled back to look at him. He always teased you, and you didn't think he'd joke about something like that, but then again you'd only been together for about 12 hours.

"Shut up," you laughed, lightly shoving his shoulder. If he was just teasing, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself by taking it seriously.

He wasn't quite frozen after that, but you knew him well enough to see that he was surprised that the words had come out of his mouth. He didn't say anything, but he stared at you. You stared back, trying to figure out what to make of all this.

Finally, he settled back down next to you, never breaking his stare, and said, "I didn't quite mean to ask that question like this, I'd pictured something much more grand. But that is what I want. To marry you. And now that we're here like this, I'm having trouble imagining a more perfect place."

"Are you serious?"

"Very," he said, grinning once again. "In fact ..."

He pulled away from you and leaned over to his nightstand. After a moment of rummaging around, he grabbed something and laid back down.

When he showed you his hand, you saw he held a small black ring box.

You looked back up at him, and he opened the box, showing you the sparkly ring it held. You'd never talked to him about jewelry, not that you remembered, but it looked like something you'd pick out for yourself. It was beautiful.

Baxter could tell that you were having trouble finding words, so he decided to talk instead.

"I got this a while ago," he admitted. "It's been perhaps a year now? I started looking around before, in college, for what I thought suited you best, and shortly after I started working I found it." He paused, then quietly added, "I do understand that it may be a bit odd, to buy an engagement ring for someone you're not even dating, but --"

"It's wonderful," you told him, your desire to encourage him giving you back your voice. "I just can't believe ... you really thought about marrying me for that long?"

He smirked, gave you a quick kiss, then said "All my life."

You held your left hand to him, telling him, "Me too."

With an amount of reverence you didn't think you'd ever seen from him, he pulled the ring out of the box, kissed your hand, then slipped it on your finger.

He marveled at it a bit, lovingly stroking your hand and looking at the ring. You let him, savoring the sweet moment. Then, so quiet you barely heard him, he said, "It's strange."

"What is?"

"It's just that for most of my life, you've been my main source of happiness. My own personal ray of sunshine. Truth be told, in my most melancholy moments, I've wondered if I would have survived my parents' home if I hadn't known you were there, right across the street, my safe haven."

Your heart ached for what you knew he'd been through as a child, it always had. You let go of his hand to wrap your arms around him.

"What's strange is that you've always made me so incredibly happy," he continued, nuzzling against your neck. "Being with you has always been pure bliss. But now," he paused for another kiss, "I do believe I'm so happy I may burst."

"Aww, don't do that," you told him, stroking his hair. "If you burst then who will plan the wedding?"

He met your eyes, and a devilish grin appeared for the first time that morning.

"You're right," he said. "I do have several ideas for that."

[sakuroo]

chapter 11. lazy waves.

description. even though you weren’t interested in having a boyfriend, you were confessed to by several underclassmen which seemed to amuse kuroo to no end. being the provocation expert he teased you about it whenever he got the chance, inevitably getting closer to you despite not having much time for romantic relationships himself.

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x female!reader

word count. 2.8k

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“You must be losing on purpose.”

Emi tossed her playing cards on the small table between the lounge chairs after realizing that she had won another round against Bokuto, her surprised laugh carrying boisterous glee. It wasn’t a game either of them were much familiar with but Bokuto, who folded his arms over his head in stunned exasperation, had yet to get the hang of it and didn’t seem to get lucky even once.

You opened an eye at the noise and Miyu turned her head, huffing, a mean comment already on the tip of her tongue but she refrained from letting it slip. They couldn’t have known that the shallow waves had slowly lulled her to sleep as she relaxed on the watermelon inflatable, sunbathing contentedly whilst lying on her stomach. The float was easily big enough for the three of you but while Miyu shared the space with you, Emi had opted to play cards with Bokuto and Akaashi in the shade.

It was an unusual privilege to use the secluded pool area on the rooftop of the apartment complex but the tranquility of it was welcomed after the incident at the beach the day before. None of you complained and even Kenma, being able to charge his gaming console at one of the sockets he’d moved his lounge chair closer to, seemed content enough despite being exposed to the summer heat.

You did miss the savory smell of all kinds of different dishes that caused your mouth to water whenever you would pass the food stalls at the beach, and your empty stomach and the slowly setting sun were beginning to remind you that you had spent your last day simply lazing around at the pool. Still, you were on your vacation so there was nothing wrong with doing just that.

“This is so nice,” you sighed and closed your eyes again, the faraway cries of cicadas sounding as you moved your fingers beneath the water surface, slightly tapping one foot against your calf to the music Kuroo had put on hours ago. “I really don’t feel like going back already.”

“Tell me about it,” Miyu said, running a hand through her still damp locks, “we get back and have preparation classes right away.”

You almost groaned at the thought. You really couldn’t catch a break as third years, could you? The universities’ entrance exams weren’t until February and most didn’t even accept applications yet, but the exams were just so difficult that you had to prepare for them months in advance. Your friends would go to different schools for their classes as well, meaning you wouldn’t get to see them as much during your break either.

“We’re gonna be so busy.” Miyu propped her chin on her arms she had crossed in front of her and the low-spirited tone in her voice suggested that she must’ve been thinking the same thing. The guilt of not having spent more time with your friends in your second year was creeping up again and to comfort both her and yourself a little, you leaned your head on her shoulder in sympathy. She nudged you in return, a bittersweet smile on her lips, when the float suddenly started to shake, startling the both of you.

Grabbing the rope attached to the float, Kuroo pulled at it firmly to keep himself afloat after having finished swimming another lap. You’d barely explored the pool enough to realize that there were areas simply too deep to stand on, intended for people preferring to dive in from one end.

“You’re gonna relax there all day—is the float that comfortable?” Kuroo glanced up at you with a crooked smile as you looked over your shoulder. He’d pushed his slick hair out of his face again, glistening chest rising and falling in a labored manner and you averted your eyes to instead stretch your limbs, ignoring the warmth spreading in your face as you said, “it is!”

“Wanna get on too?” He raised an eyebrow at Miyu’s question and pulled at the rope to turn the float and see whether he could even fit with the two of you claiming most of the space. Instinctively you shuffled closer to your friend, quietly inviting him to join you and that was when his expression softened a little.

“Alright then.” Taking a firmer hold of the rope as his other hand almost slid off the smooth surface, he heaved himself up and both you and Miyu had to steady yourselves from toppling over to the side that dipped under the surface. You cringed slightly at the cool water suddenly reaching your navel, stinging a little after lying in the warmth of the sun for so long. Kuroo settled down next to you and crossed his arms in a similar manner as Miyu had done before to rest his forehead against them.

“Tired?” You asked, the deep exhale he’d released amusing you. He needed a break from swimming, that much was obvious, but the float’s surface dipped under his weight, causing you to tip towards him. The question was your attempt to distract yourself from getting too worked up over almost touching his skin and you tried your best not to get too close by leaning your upper body against your friend. Who eyed you with a crooked eyebrow and didn’t budge to move, by the way.

“Nah,” he said, even though you could tell he was visibly relaxing now that he didn’t have to move his body to stay afloat anymore. He’d been swimming for a while, making up for not going running in the mornings the last few days you’d stayed here. But who could really blame him? Wanting to sleep in on your vacation was only natural.

Kuroo turned his head to face you, black hair sticking to his forehead, gentle smile still present on his lips, eyebrows slightly furrowed in a teasing kind of way. Words weren’t necessary in this moment, you could tell that he felt as content as the rest of you, relaxed and happy. It was a sight you couldn’t get used to, couldn’t keep your gaze on for too long, your heart fluttering and stomach squeezing. Returning a smile after feeling this way was easy and you let your guard down just enough to have your arm graze his shoulder now. Tenderly, skin warm from lying in the sun all day against skin that felt cold to the touch because of the cool water it had been exposed to.

It was comforting in a way. Knowing that the two of you had gotten close enough to be touching like this, although your heart and mind were running a marathon. But there was no desire to withdraw, move away in case it made him uncomfortable because he also stayed put, resting his shoulder against you. Not withdrawing either, not saying anything. You wondered if this meant he was as comfortable with you as you were with him, reminded you of how you’d woken up that morning on the patio, the blanket draped over both of your bodies. He’d told you not to worry about it and to get inside to warm up, didn’t want you to catch a cold for sleeping outside.

He was caring. Despite the dumb jokes he’d crack that only made you shake your head but still grin like a fool, he always seemed to make sure you were doing alright. You’d gotten to know him better in the last few weeks and you were surprised that besides the competitive attitude he showed in class he was such a fun guy to be around with. Who cared about his friends, even if he teased them. You realized that he did that to push them beyond their limits, to overcome their mental obstacles keeping them from truly developing their potential, be it in social settings or academic—you figured it was a trait he’d learned from being in a sports club. And sometimes he was just fooling around, without much purpose, just a teenager making fun of his friends as an act of endearment.

With you Kuroo did all that too but held himself back if you compared it to how he treated his friends, was gentler with you as though afraid to scare you away. You stole a glance at him, watching the way his shoulders rose with each breath. How could you tell him not to hold back? You didn’t mind a heavy pat on the back or the way he’d grab Bokuto’s arm to keep him from running ahead. Didn’t mind treating you as though you were a close friend. Though he did grasp you by your shoulders last night, fingers warm and firm, to switch places on the sidewalk. You hadn’t thought much of it, thinking he preferred walking closer to the street to have some sort of control over what happened when a car passed by too closely, but you figured that he might be starting to become more familiar with you after all. So being next to him like this was comforting.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” He asked, seemingly not bothered at all by the fact that you were so close, that you were touching. But he simply lifted a finger to point at your friends in the shade where Bokuto jumped up from his seat to throw his cards on the table in triumph. “Akashi mentioned there’s a festival.”

“Oh, right!” Miyu’s hand flew against her forehead, smacking herself as she remembered talking about it with Emi the evening before. “We didn’t bring our yukata but we could still go to the festival tonight, right?” She addressed you with a less than gentle nudge, pushing you further to the side that you had to push back in return. It didn’t seem to deter her in the slightest that you sent her a look of panic. The sly smile on her face let on that much.

“Sure,” you said, forcing the words out between teeth as you tried to fight her. “I actually did bring mine, by the way.” You weren’t all that successful as Miyu was simply much stronger and much more determined than you to push you against the boy on your other side, that you could hardly avoid your shoulder touching his more firmly now. But Kuroo didn’t mind, on the contrary, he watched the two of you wrestle, a grin parting his lips as he reached for the water.

“Oi, you don’t get to bully her all by yourself, Yoshino-chan,” he said, voice low in a playful warning, surprising you. He’d switched to more casual honorifics a day into your trip, making it seem like you’d all gotten much closer already and that’s what caused Miyu to grin as well. And you didn’t like the look they shared, a suspicion already rising within you that had you inch back slowly. Before you could move any further, Kuroo flicked water your way and followed after you as you got up in panicked haste, trying to escape until slender fingertips brushed your sides, sending you reeling to the side with a shriek.

“Wait—no!”

Miyu’s hands flew across your exposed skin, tickling you in all the sensitive places that had you burst out laughing and crying simultaneously. Abdomen cramping, you started to fight her off, move away from her but Kuroo blocked you from behind, your back crashing into his chest as he grabbed your arms to hold you still. The hold on you exposed your stomach to your friend and you gasped loudly when Miyu continued to tickle you relentlessly, sending another fit of laughter through your body that it started to hurt.

It was enough noise for the others to look up and see what was happening and none of them were really surprised to see you be the victim of a very unfair two-on-one tickle attack. When Akaashi exposed Bokuto of being just as ticklish after the spiker had made fun of you, Emi reached out a hand to confirm it for herself.

“Whoa, hold on a sec!” Ironically, it didn’t save him from an attack just as brutal. Though he’d probably have an easier time backing away from Emi, if he wasn’t even more sensitive to tickles than you…

Kenma peered past his console just as you kicked your legs to get Miyu off of you, flailing out of Kuroo’s grasp and rolling dangerously close to one side of the inflatable. He was sure that you were going to drop into the pool, but his friend caught you, clutched your arm with a hand and hauled you back so quickly he nearly toppled over you. The silence that followed was merely interrupted by Bokuto’s loud protests, attempting to escape from a gloating Emi, and Akaashi’s dry remark that he’d had it coming.

Miyu placed a hand on her mouth to stifle a gasp, the sight of Kuroo bending over you surprising her. It was an accident, both of his forearms resting on either side of your head prevented him from crushing you beneath him after he’d caught you, but it did take him a moment too long to move away from you.

You stared up at him, frozen in shock. He just saved you from falling into the water, from suddenly diving into the cold, an outcome you’d been willing to accept if it meant to escape the tickling. Quite uncertain whether you should thank him you simply lay there, catching you breath.

He was close, wet bangs falling into his face and a few droplets beginning to trickle down your cheeks. But he was unable to move just yet, looking just as stunned as you since he hadn’t planned to land on you like this. Your breathing was fast and uneven, your pounding heart possibly responsible for the heat in your face and you didn’t dare move an inch, either. This position felt strangely intimate. It was an accident.

There was a slight redness across his nose and cheeks as his eyes took you in. Your hair messily spread out, chest heaving as you tried to calm yourself down, doe-eyed gaze on him as if expectant. What really caught his eye was the flustered expression on your face, an expression anyone would have after having been tickled without mercy. On the cusp of crying and out of breath, but the fact that it was you with that expression excited him, urged him on to tease you further and see how shy you would get, how you would react if he—a movement in his peripheral vision had him shake out of it and he straightened himself with an uneasy chuckle.

“You really scared me there,” Kuroo said, your name following after in a way that almost sounded too familiar, as though he hadn’t meant to call you by your family name like he always did, but your first name. He knocked your forehead with his knuckles gently which was enough to draw a soft laugh from you and clear your mind from the haze that had been so difficult to escape from. There was just enough sense left in you to take the hand he offered to help you up.

“Huh, didn’t expect Bokuto to be the ticklish type.” Said friend was holding the lounge chair’s backrest up to use it as a barrier between him and Emi, who stalked up on him slowly, hands raised as if ready to go for another round. Kuroo ran a hand through his hair, an amused smile playing on his lips when even the barrier wasn’t enough to block her attack from the side, causing Bokuto to jump and shriek.

“I think it makes total sense,” you said with a soft chuckle. Breathing was a little easier now as you watched your friend chase Bokuto around the pool. You raised a hand to touch the spot your heart was rapidly pounding against when you caught Miyu’s eye. She was still covering her mouth but the crinkles around her eyes suggested that she was smiling, big time. Purposely hiding it from you because one look at her had your face heat up in an instant and lower your gaze. Reminding you that what just happened didn’t seem strange only to you.

But all that was pushed into the back of your minds when Kuroo called out to Kenma, who flinched at the sudden perception, already turning his back on him because he had an inkling of what his friend wanted from him. Kuroo mentioned it the first time you had gone to the beach that swimming was a good way of building up stamina and he just couldn’t let his best friend laze around the entire time, could he?

He leaped back into the pool, the force of his jump pushing back the inflatable and you held onto your friend for support as cold water splashed against your skin, startling both Miyu and you. This time she couldn’t hold back the words and scolded him for not being careful which he acknowledged with a flat palm close to his face, apologizing halfheartedly. You laughed and patted her back and Emi was still chasing Bokuto around the lounge chair Akaashi was sitting on.

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summer girl

warnings: tooth achingly sweet fluff, domestic!matty, them being heckin adorable. Enjoy!

“Matty, put down the camera for two seconds and look around you! We are in the most beautiful city in the world with some of the best art in the world. The land of Pablo Picasso, Antoni Tapies, Manolo Valdes and Joan Miro!” Nora, clearly, was elated to be on their honeymoon. Matty and her had thrown around ideas for the trip for a full 3 months before making a decision: Rome, Paris, Greece, Australia, Japan, Amalfi Coast, Ireland, Miami… until they landed on Spain. It then took another two weeks to narrow that down to Barcelona and come up with an itinerary and to-do list. La Sagrada Familia, Park Guell, The Picasso Museum, La Boqueria all being Nora’s picks. Matty decided on a sunset walk on La Rambla, the aforementioned Fundacio Joan Miro, Parc de la Ciutadella, and going to see a FC Barcelona game at Camp Nou. At every art museum, Matty would make the comment that Nora’s art was leagues better while she wandered around in awe - it never failed to make her giggle and blush.

The pair had been running around for a week or so now, Matty taking every opportunity to photograph Nora at their various stops and compliment her outfits and hype her up a bit. His favorite of these photos was taken at a secluded quiet beach they had found one afternoon, and it was like something out of Baywatch. Nora, in all her bikini-clad glory coming out of the crystal blue water. He thought his heart stopped at that moment and almost dialed for an ambulance. How was he this lucky? Not even in his dreams did he imagine this perfect of a wife, of a vacation, of a life. He was brought back to reality by her waving a hand in front of his face and giggling at him. “Like the bathing suit, Handsome?”

“O-oh god yes, Honey. You look positively drool-worthy in it.” He stuttered.

They took another dip in the water, dried off and changed into their walking clothes. She had gotten the most beautiful white sundress for the trip, lacey and delicate. Matty was in his summer uniform of a tee shirt, some sort of dress pants or jeans and sneakers. He currently was wearing Nora’s favorite of his to steal: it was a white shirt that had “I’m a little devil from Niagara Falls, Canada” written across the chest with a little cartoon. It had been put through the wash so many times now that the collar was starting to get loose and holes dotted the hems. The comforting shirt also allowed for his arm tattoos to be out on display, Nora was going a bit insane ogling them as they walked holding hands. Deciding they both needed to cool down a bit after being in the blazing spanish sun all day, they stopped for some shaved ice and coconut water.

That night for dinner, they went to a tapas bar and drank red wine like it was water. They sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant and giggled away as they recalled the early days of the relationship and their trips to London and New York to visit each other - always greeting the other with a ridiculous sign and flowers at the arrivals gate. The band in the bar was playing some Pete Rodriguez and basa nova as the two spent what felt like an eternity talking.

“You know, I have that Mets hat framed somewhere in storage from your first trip to London… kept it all these years later.” He confesses bashfully, half drunk.

“Well, good thing I still buy that candle from the time you came to New York for my birthday.” She reciprocates. The idea of the other keeping mementos of each other and their early love is enough to make them cry.

“Okay, before we get too emotional here, wanna go back to the hotel, Handsome?”

“I’d love nothing more, Honey.”

When they stumble back into their room, Nora runs for the closet where she was keeping his surprise wedding present. Matty was fixing them both glasses of kalimochos - red wine and coke from when they met, still being their drink of choice.

She grabs the guitar case and walks back to the small suite’s living room. “My love, come here for a minute… got something for you!” Nora’s voice rings as she calls him over.

“One second, Darling… just gotta grab something as well.” A devious giggle follows. He walks to their bedroom and grabs a neatly folded printed receipt from the side table.

“Alright, buttercup… let’s see what you’ve got.” She unsuccessfully hides the guitar case behind her back and giggles when she pulls it from him as he makes a reach for it. “C’mon don’t tease, baby. Lemme see what you’ve got in that… I wonder what it could be.” His eyes glimmer in the light and a smirk falls on his stupidly perfect lips.

“Here you go, baby… Had the hotel people drop it off while we were at the beach earlier.” She holds out the case and he gives her a wink as he grabs it. Opening it quickly, his face drops. Within it is a beautiful black Spanish guitar with cowboys sitting around a fire carved into it and “Singin’ Cowboys” engraved and covered with red paint. Matty’s heart stops and his eyes mist over. It is the most stunning, well-crafted instrument he’s ever held in his own hands. He takes it out and begins to play the start of “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls and his stomach sinks - it sounds even prettier than he could’ve imagined.

“My love… this is the greatest gift anyones ever gotten me. I love it so much, gonna treasure it for the rest of my life. I love you, baby… so so much.” He tells her as he looks up at the angel before him. How could she possibly be real? He wipes some tears from his eyes and kisses her with such tenderness and warmth that it takes her back a bit and knocks the wind out of her. When they disconnect for air, she holds his face for a moment before kissing his forehead. “My sweet boy.” She whispers.

“My sweet girl.” He kisses her nose and taps it quickly. “Now, beloved, here is yours. I couldn’t physically get it here because it’s being shipped to New York currently, but I made sure to print out the order and a copy of it to give to you while we were here.” He nervously twists his rings around his finger… a habit he’s picked up since their New York wedding months ago.

“Oh, please Matty you didn’t have - oh holy shit… is- is this real?” She quickly asks, reading the paper over and over again to verify its real. An authentic Antoni Tàpies, one she’s always dreamt of since she learned about Spanish art in high school. She must’ve told Matty a hundred times about the art in Barcelona and all her favorite artists in Spain.

“Very real, baby… Hopefully you like that specific piece. I thought it had a cool energy to it and matched some of your work. What with the the hands and semi-heart above them.. Plus it’s from the 60s which I remember you always saying was one of your favorite decades in art!” He scratches the back of his neck as he rambles and tries to remember what she’s told him over the years and the information the seller gave him.

“Matty… Les Mains is one of my favorite pieces of art like ever… You’re insane oh my god! I love you and thank you thank you thank you, Handsome!!” She runs into his arms, still clutching the piece of paper in her hand. She knocks him back at first from the force of the hug, but quickly his arms wrap around her waist and he kisses her head.

“Love you too, baby. Can’t believe I am lucky enough to spoil you for the rest of my life and have you forever.”

“Me neither, Handsome.. and for the record, having you as my husband is the greatest gift I will ever receive.”

“Couldn’t agree more, Wife.” He kisses her again and in that moment it feels like time and the world ceases to exist. Just him and Nora in Barcelona… husband and wife.

[thegeminisage]

dentist went. adequate.

im gonna watch that video when i get home bc WHAT why does link need to stare at a rupee for 17 hours wtf???? poor guy???? wasn't there a gamecube port of twilight princess or am i imagining things like when i thought there was a wind waker remake.

OH i just remembered our gamecube had this little tv monitor attachment for portable gaming asdfghjkl it was so dinky i loved it

i have to confess.... i've never actually played any mario games. also i cant even remember why i have a love/hate relationship with baten kaitos, i just remember i do. should i add sunshine mario to my list of games to play?

- dl anon

congrats on the dentist!! or, you know, sorry that happened. re twilight princess, it was actually intended to be a gamecube game first, but development took so long they moved it to the wii in the middle of working on it. because people use the wiimote in their right hands, they flipped the ENTIRE game horizontally to accommodate for the first ever right-handed link. the gamecube "port" was actually just the original version, with left-handed link as intended, though sadly it was released after the wii version was (i had been following it closely when it was released and had really wanted to play the gcn version first). i've actually beaten both version so many times (probably the zelda game i've beaten most after oot) that i get lost constantly when i play it, because my right/left sensibilities have been completely fucked. also you are SOOO lucky i always wanted one of those monitor things...it really is a precursor to the switch in some ways.......

mario games are all really great. the mario series kind of invented platforming as a genre and nintendo is a HUGE stickler for not devaluing their brand, so when something gets released with mario's face on it, they go ridiculously hard on the quality checks, so it's really difficult to pick up a bad mario game at all. that said, sunshine is from the gamecube era where nintendo did rush their developments a little (they don't really do that anymore, and the GCN era is part of why), so it's a bit glitchy and has a lot of padding (get the red coins! now get them again but on a timer! whoops, you clipped through the floor, start over!). because of this, some of the levels are notoriously, infamously difficult. if you're a completionist, 100%ing mario sunshine will drive you insane. it took me literal YEARS of blood sweat and tears to get it done. i've chipped away on my file every summer for almost as long as i can remember and only finally got it last year.

if you're NOT a completionist, you have a relative tolerance for slightly aged/slightly janky platformers, and/or you like a tropical atmosphere, you will probably love mario sunshine. i was gonna google some pics to show you some scenery but it's probably easier to watch the 2002 trailer for it. i cannot stress enough that even 20+ years later, this game is beautiful, and the soundtrack maintains fucking excellence. normally, in mario games, you get levels themed around different themes: a water level, a fire level, a ghost level, an industrial level, etc. but ALL of mario sunshine's levels are located on a tropical isle, so they all manage to be cohesive to that theme. the fire level is in a volcano, the ghost level is a haunted resort, the water level is some spiritual ruins, the industrial level is in a busy harbor. there's a beach and an amusement park and a village nestled in some giant palm trees. the sheer atmosphere and personality oozing out of every pixel of this game are why it's one of my favorites despite the suffering i've endured at its wonkiest parts. it is a vacation in video game form. luckily, most of the janky shit (though not all) is optional, so if you're fine with not collecting every collectible, you will miss the worst of it. and the main gameplay mechanic, a water-powered jetpack, is extremely fun to play with - you can use it to go really fast, jump really high, hover, clean graffiti and pollution off the island, etc.

if you're able to emulate, i'd check out eclipse, a mario sunshine mod that includes the base game, but also restores cut content and basically adds a sequel to the end. i haven't played this one myself, but i've watched my brother run around on it for a few hours and it's absolutely amazing, i'm stunned that the quality of a fan project made for free by Just Some Guys could fit in so seamlessly with nintendo's game.

[iced-nct]

Peaches (Part 2)

Missed part 1? Read it here!

Pairing: Camboy!Haechan x F Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Angst, cheating but not cheating?, smut (can't be a camboy fic without it), mentions of drinking/partying, oral (m &f), absolute filth at the end. Spanking, use of pet names, as always Minors DNI (18+), Bff!Jaemin, Renjun, & Jeno are mentioned.

Synopsis: After not declaring any relationship status with Haechan after your whirlwind start of a romance, can you forgive him after finding him in a rather compromising position?

A/N: wheeeeeew this was a long time coming. But she's got substance. and emotions. and angst. and a lil bff!Jaemin tossed in there too. I genuinely loved writing this, so I really hope you guys like reading it. (ngl I kinda wanted to absolutely ruin y'all by having y/n end up with Jaemin. Hehe.)

It had been months of going back and forth with Haechan. The two of you constantly stuck in the seemingly endless ‘what are we?’ limbo. With neither party wanting to cave and admit their feelings first. But all your friends knew better, teasing you both relentlessly in hopes that one of you would get tired of it and just confess. What they didn’t know was that you didn’t want to ruin the nice thing you had going with Hyuck at the moment. Perfectly content to be dating without the label and the stress that came along with it. Free to do whatever you two wanted so long as it didn’t hurt the other.

Until it did.

Everything good must come to an end at some point, and it appeared that for you it started tonight. The party had been going on for quite some time, caught up in chatting with fellow classmates for the last time before summer break. Had you not been so busy maybe you would have seen him head upstairs with that pretty girl in tow. Maybe if you caught his eye he would have stopped. Or maybe he could have saved you the heartbreak of finding him half undressed on top of her in Jaemin’s room.

Tears flowed down your cheeks as you fled down the stairs, only stopping when a hand seized your elbow. Turning back to face a wide-eyed Hyuck, still half undressed, and pleading with you to listen. To understand. To say something, anything. All the words passed through you, a dull ringing in your ears blocked out his voice. Everything sounded as though your head was being held underwater. It felt like an eternity on those stairs, Haechan’s friends gathering to witness what was unfolding in front of them. But it was Jaemin who pulled you away from Hyuck’s grasp and tucked you under his arm while you cried. The girl from before poked her head out of the bedroom door and though you could hardly hear, you knew Jaemin was losing it on his friend. You let yourself fall into step next to Jaemin as he led you out of the house and away from the scene you had unwittingly caused.

The boy walked you back to your apartment, swearing that he would come check on you in the morning. Only able to muster a nod in reply, Jaemin lightly patted your head before leaving you alone in your room. The scene played in your mind on repeat, unable to stop it or even distract yourself from it. When you finally managed to fall asleep the only thing you could think was that you hadn’t washed the sheets since Haechan had slept over last. And goddamn it his scent still lingered on the pillowcase. Heading into summer vacation with a fresh heartache was never in your plans. But all good things must come to an end… right?

-

Fall was always a favorite season of yours, second only to the glorious summer you just had. Yellow and orange leaves dusted the sidewalk, crunching under your step as you walked to meet up with your friends for the first day back to classes. Your little trio met up by the library as planned, with each of you gushing about the parts of summer break you missed the most. Maybe if you hadn’t been so invested in retelling your story of the hot guy you met at the beach this summer you would have seen him. Just on the other side of the street stood Haechan with his friends, their conversation ending abruptly the second he saw you. Have you always glowed like that? Maybe the two months you spent apart had done you good. Perhaps he didn’t value you the way you deserved. But when you turned his direction and locked eyes, he smiled, you did not return it.

Having Jaemin in almost all of your classes was both a blessing and a curse. He’d stayed true to his word and checked in on you not only that morning, but every morning until you were ready to finally leave the house. In the house calls he made; you’d found yourselves becoming quite close. However, there was one rule to the friendship, and it was to not discuss Hyuck. You didn’t want to know who he was with currently or how he was doing. A few weeks after the party you’d removed his camsite link from your favorites bar on your laptop, just wanting to be done with it.

Too distracted by your own thoughts to even notice who you were staring at until Jaemin poked you roughly. “Quit looking at him. It’s just going to fuel his ego. You guys made eye contact once today and he hasn’t shut up about it” he hissed.

“I didn’t even smile at him?” you drew your attention away from Haechan, who was sitting a few rows in front of you.

Jaemin rolled his eyes “he’s telling us that you’re playing hard to get. As if he stands another chance after what happened.”

You glanced over again to find Hyuck’s eyes already on you. His lips parted slightly to run his tongue across them, something that would’ve normally had your knees buckling. You willed yourself to turn away from the intense staring contest you entered. Jaemin pinched your thigh under the desk, sending a sharp pain through your leg. Whipping your head around to glare at him only to find him grinning like a maniac. Clearly, he’d thought he did you a favor by pulling your attention away, and for the rest of the class you had to rely on Jaemin’s discreet touches to keep yourself occupied.

-

The beginning of the semester and the end of the semester had one thing in common. A huge party. The first party of the semester set the stage for how the rest of the year would go. You’d think that since the last party you attended was a complete flop for you, you’d be able to get out of this one. Wrong. Your friends appeared at your door to get you ready for the night before ushering you out the door and hauling you to the party. All while ignoring your protests about how you had no interest in being stuck in a room with Haechan ever again.

All in all, the party was going smoothly. No one looked at you with pity in their eyes like they had the last time, and you were able to just let loose and enjoy the night. You were in the middle of an intense game of beer pong with Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun when everyone’s phones began to ping. Your friend pulled out his phone to check the notification, his mouth hung agape, and he looked across to his other friends. “Holy shit. I can’t believe he’s going through with this.”

Your brows knit together in confusion as you finally pulled out your phone to look. An anonymous text had come through containing a link to Haechan’s camsite profile. Eyeing your friends for confirmation to click the link, seeing they were already loading up the stream. Reluctantly, you clicked it and signed back into the place you’d sworn off months ago.

Peaches has joined the chat.

It felt like he was dreaming when he saw your alias pop up in his chat. Taking a few deep breaths before turning the camera on. Hyuck sat there shirtless in the same set up he always used for streaming, but this time it wasn’t a stream for pleasure. It was a plea for forgiveness.

“I fell in love with a girl last year.” Your breath hitched as he spoke.

“I fell in love with a girl last year and I was scared and did something so stupid. I met her on here, so I’m going to get her back on here. Some of you might remember her. Peaches.” He paused, wetting his lips slightly before looking back up at the camera. “I can promise you that she is just as sweet as her screen name… in more ways than one.” There it was. That smirk that made your legs jelly.

You looked at Jaemin for confirmation that this was indeed real. He nodded slowly; a small smile graced his lips. When you looked away the party had halted, everyone enthralled by Hyuck’s confession on their tiny screens. Some even dared to glance your direction, knowing looks in their eyes. You brought your attention back to your phone to listen as he started up again.

“Like I said. I was scared. I don’t do relationships, but Peaches is just… well she’s just perfect for me. And it’s my fault she’s gone. Because I thought it would be easier to break her heart than to just admit that I was- I am in love with her.” Tears welled in your eyes as he continued. “I was an asshole for that. Baby, please. I want to do it right this time. I know you’re watching this, so if you can find it in your heart to give me a second chance… please meet me where it all started. I’ll be waiting.” The stream ended abruptly.

Where it all began? You looked at Renjun, the smaller boy already staring at you with a mischievous grin on his face. He dangled a set of keys in his right hand. The library, of course. “Security cameras are conveniently under maintenance tonight.” He winked at you. “Go. And for the love of god fix him. He was a wreck this summer” Renjun tossed you the keys to the building.

You looked back at Jaemin who grinned broadly at you. “Renjun’s right. Haechan was a disaster without you. I’ve never seen anyone who cries when they see a girl in a swimsuit at the beach. But he cried over those photos of you literally every day.”

That was all the confirmation you needed before taking off to the library, keys jangling with every step. Campus was dark, and just as Renjun had said, all the cameras in and around the library were off. Twisting the key in the lock, you entered the building. Not entirely sure if you’d beaten Haechan here or not, you moved though the library to the couch where you had been sitting when he found out you were Peaches.

The overwhelming sense of déjà vu encapsulated you as you perched yourself on the cushions facing the door. Just like the first time you felt Hyuck place his hands on your shoulders, pinning you in place. “I’m glad you came, Peaches” his deep voice whispered into your ear.

Haechan moved swiftly around the couch to take a seat across from you. The moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating his soft features. You weren’t sure if you’d ever seen anyone more handsome. You reached out, brushing your fingers along his jawline “that might’ve been the dumbest thing anyone has ever done” you smiled at him.

Hyuck’s eyes lit up at your jest, a playful smirk danced across his lips. “But it was quite romantic. Don’t you think?”

You rolled your eyes and flicked him in the forehead. “Yes. Using your camboy profile to stream your apology was so romantic” you deadpanned.

“Well, I doubt you would have listened to me any other way. Desperate times call for desperate measures” He winked.

You acted before you had time to think about what you were doing. Tossing your leg over Haechan’s lap you pressed your weight down as you straddled his lap. Taking his face in your hands you stared at him for a moment before catching his lips with yours for the first time in months. This reunion was not sweet. It was hot and heady, filled with the desperation of things that had been left unsaid. Hyuck’s large hands moved down your back to cup your ass under the skirt you’d been wearing. Moaning into the kiss as he massaged the supple skin of your ass, before smacking it.

Both of you pulled back, breathless after the intensity of the kiss. He pulled your head down to rest your forehead against his. “I think- I think I’m in love with you too. I think I always had been.” You muttered softly.

Haechan looked up at you, his eyes filled with adoration “I’m in love with you too (y/n)”

-

It would have been bad taste to deface that library couch again. Instead, Hyuck took you back to his apartment. The two of you barely in the door before articles of clothing began coming off. Leaving a trail of discarded clothes on the way to the bedroom that would be remembered later. Haechan laid you on the bed, taking in your appearance, humming with approval at the sight of your white lace panties. “Let’s see if you taste as sweet as I remember, Peaches” he mumbled against your spread thighs.

He hooked his index fingers around the band of your panties and shimmied them down the length of your legs, tossing them aside. Kissing his way down your thighs to your already glistening core, he ran his tongue down your center. Just to tease you before he dove in to devour you fully. Placing your legs over his broad shoulders, he wrapped his arms around your thighs to lift you from the bed ever so slightly. You were mewling for him in no time, savoring the feel of Hyuck’s tongue as he alternated between lapping at you and sucking on your clit. At the rate this was going you weren’t going to last much longer, especially after being celibate for the entire summer. Just as you could feel your high coming on, Haechan pulled away. You whimpered in protest at his sudden action.

Having not seen Hyuck in this way in months had you salivating when he pulled his boxers down, his length springing free from its confines. As if reading his mind, you slid off the bed and onto your knees in front of him, taking his considerable sized cock in your hand. Licking a long stripe from base to tip before taking as much of him as you could in your mouth. Haechan hissed with pleasure as you sucked him off, using your hand to pump what couldn’t fit. His fingers wove through your hair to set the pace at which you went. Circling your tongue around his tip to lap up the leaking precum.

Hyuck pulled you to your feet and bent you over the bed, you gripped the sheets as he eased himself into you. Stretching you out inch by glorious inch so you could really feel what you’d been missing. As he bottomed out you moaned loudly at the feeling of him, earning you a sharp smack to your ass.

“You take me so well (y/n)” Haechan groaned as he began thrusting into you. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you.

His hands gripped your hips and his nails dug into the flesh of your hips, sure to bruise by morning. You were a mess beneath him, the stimulation after so long was proving to be too much. But Hyuck fucked you senseless, until the only words you could moan was a string of cussing and his name. You could feel your orgasm budding again in your stomach, crying out loudly as Haechan guided you through it.

“Good girl” he mumbled, pulling away so he could lay you on your back. “Want to look at you when I come.”

You laid back, enjoying the weight of his body pressing into yours. It felt much more intimate than the hurried sex a few moments prior. Hyuck’s thrusts were much gentler and more calculated, his lips pressing kisses along your neck and jaw. One hand rested on your hip, the other toyed with your nipples, rolling the hardened nubs between his flingers. Your back arched off the bed at his motions, but the hand on your hip quickly pressed you back down. When he finished his groans were muffled against your throat and his hips snapped against yours at a quicker pace.

Rolling off of you, chests heaving after all the physical labor, Hyuck laid beside you for a moment. “I missed you this summer.” he spoke after catching his breath.

“I heard. I also hear you were crying over the photos of me at the beach” your head lolled to the side to grin at him.

Hyuck got up to grab a cloth to clean you up gently “I am so going to kill those guys when I see them next”

Propping yourself up on your elbows to gawk at him as he slid a fresh pair of underwear on and grab you a shirt, you realized his shoulders sagged a bit less. Almost as if making up with you really lifted a physical weight. Just as you threw on the t-shirt Hyuck handed you, his phone rang. “Hey Renjun, what’s up?”

Renjun’s voice was soft on the other end of the line, but you got the gist of it. The entire party, including all your friends, had just watched you and Haechan together on his stream. Or rather, heard it. Hyuck’s face paled when he turned to look at you. “I may have accidentally left the mic on. But don’t worry no one saw anything. They only... heard it...” He walked to his computer to pull up the stream and shut it off.

“Holy shit. I just got almost a thousand new subscribers...” His eyes wide with awe. “They want to know if they can watch next time” He winked at you over his shoulder.

You strode over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “They can watch. But only if you’re actually going to ask me to be your girlfriend this time around.

“Deal.” He shut off the stream properly this time before carrying you back to the bed.

[collecting-stories]

Cruel Summer - JJ Maybank

Request: hey!! could i request a fic where reader is a pogue and reader and jj have recently started a fwb relationship but they both start to fall for each other with out telling the other.  finally reader tells jj she can’t do it anymore and then a love confession please!! thank you i love your writing so much :)))

TS Anthology Series | Outer Banks Masterlist

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The first time you slept with JJ was a party at the boneyard. It was technically in the back of the Twinkie while everyone else was down the beach, three sheets to the wind. You were drunk enough to think sleeping with your best friend was a good idea but sober enough to remember the experience the next day. 

While the initial shock of knowing that you’d had sex with your best friend, possibly altering the course of your friendship in the process, wasn’t easy, it was a welcomed relief that there were no messy feelings involved. There was no denying that JJ was attractive, you were a human with a pulse after all, but you weren’t secretly harboring a massive crush on him that had led to sex. It was just a matter of timing. You were both there, both in the mood, it just sort of made sense…in a weird way that you didn’t think too hard about. 

JJ was much more laid back than you were about the entire ordeal, even if neither of you were interested in each other. “Last night was fun, we should do it again.” 

And that was how it started, really. JJ’s suggestion, observation, whatever you called it in the moment, that you keep doing the thing you had done last night. Just as friends, just for fun. You were laidback and chill, or maybe you wanted to prove you were, so you agreed. It wasn’t like you were dating at the time. It wasn’t like you wanted to either. 

Everything always felt relaxed with JJ. Whether it was because he manufactured every single moment that way or because he was just organically that laidback on a regular basis, having sex with him just to have sex felt as bizarrely normal as meeting up for a surf or lunch. 

“I can’t believe you guys are sleeping together.” While most of the pogues knew and pretended they didn’t, Sarah was unable to shake the idea. She was the least inclined for casual sex and seemed determined to prove that it was impossible. At least, between the two of you. 

“Why?” You shrugged, sucking the last remnants of your slurpee from the bottom of your cup. The two of you had met up at the corner 7-11 and were making your way slowly down the beach to meet everyone else. “I get to have sex and it’s with someone I’m comfortable with who I trust totally…that’s not weird.” 

“So there are no feelings? At all?” She asked. 

“Well yeah, he’s my best friend and I love him but not like that…I’m not in love with him.” 

The adjunct onto the end of the sentence felt clunky and awkward. When Kiara had first found out, she’d asked if you guys were dating and JJ had answered, laughing, that “you know I’d never do that to you”. It was an ongoing joke amongst the pogues, simply because everyone else had always been convinced there was something there. Despite knowing there was nothing, you couldn’t help the twist in your stomach though you chalked it up to being caught on the couch in the porch at the Chateau. 

Now you had that feeling again and it wasn’t the slurpee or the heat. 

“What if he starts dating someone else?” She kept the probe going as you crossed over some vacationing families and spotted the other pogues already set up. 

“Well, we’re not dating so it doesn’t matter.” 

Your conversation with Sarah ended then but her words didn’t leave you, like an alarm that kept going off inside your head, just when you started to ease yourself into the afternoon JJ would do something that would set off the echo and you’d feel yourself pulling back. You’d always been affectionate with each other and maybe sleeping together, being so intimate, allowed for more affection to spill over into regular hang-outs. It wasn’t something you usually worried about but suddenly it felt like the only thing you could concentrate on. 

Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe you hadn’t liked him in the beginning but over the course of things, opening yourself up to someone you trusted and felt so comfortable with had turned into something more than friendship and you were just lagging behind, refusing to see it. You weren’t the only one in the relationship though and as soon as you had settled your own feelings you began to fret over JJ’s. Had he reached the same conclusion as you? Did he feel the same way and he just wasn’t telling you? 

He’d always been pretty upfront with his feelings. JJ was the one who wanted to keep this going in the first place, not at all shy in the proposition. Knowing that, you doubted he felt anything…he would’ve told you if did. And he hadn’t, so he didn’t. 

“Hey,” the cold glass of a beer bottled was pressed against your bare shoulder blade and you arched forward suddenly, trying and failing to get away from the sensation as droplets of water rolled down your skin. When you reached for the bottle it was removed, held above your head and you realized it was JJ behind you, grinning as a droplet of perspiration fell from the bottom ring and landed on your cheek. 

“Oh my god, JJ, that’s freezing cold.” You grumbled, “what the hell?” 

“What the hell is right,” he replied, though there wasn’t any edge to his voice, he was perfectly relaxed, “what’s up with you?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Cause you’ve been sitting over here all day.” Calling the last three hours all day was a gross overstatement of time but you knew what he meant. 

“What’s the problem with that?” You were being evasive. 

“You usually sit next to me.” He pouted. “Is something wrong?” 

You bit your bottom lip, dragging your teeth over your skin until you released it before attempting what you knew was an awkward smile. You had already pre-decided JJ’s feelings for him and were avoiding him to avoid  the conversation you were bound to have when he found out you had feelings for him. JJ had been pretty clear in the beginning, he just wanted something casual, where he didn’t need to live up to anyone’s expectation. 

“No,” you shook your head, looking down toward the shoreline where your other friends were jumping waves. You’d been so lost in your head you hadn’t even noticed they left and now you were trying to tell JJ that you were fine. 

“Are you sure?” He pushed, an obvious sign that he was sure you were lying to him. 

“I don’t think we should sleep together anymore.” You got the words out as quickly as possible, letting out a quiet huff after, avoiding JJ’s eyes. “It’s just…awkward and weird now and I didn’t think it would be but it is.” 

“Oh,” JJ slipped his hat off, bending the bill in his fist as he tried to process your words, a last ditch effort to save face, “well I’ve never had anyone describe me as awkward during sex-“

“JJ,” you laughed in spite of yourself, nudging him with your elbow, “I just...” pogues never lied to each other, they were always honest, it was like the holy grail of rules amongst your friend group. “We agreed when we started this that it was no strings attached, ya know? Just two friends hooking up.”

“Yeah, so?”

You shrugged your shoulder, leaning into it as if you could burrow your head back into yourself somehow, “so...that’s not me anymore. I don’t feel like I wanna be just friends hooking up anymore. In the beginning, it was easy...but. But I really like you, like a lot. And I don’t wanna just be your friend, waiting for you to cut this off for someone else.”

There was a beat between you, when both of you were just staring straight ahead at your friends playing out by the waves. This wasn’t the light-hearted conversation that JJ had walked over here for. This felt heavy, it felt like it could change everything between the two of you, if sleeping together hadn’t already done that.  

“Maybe I want that too.” JJ finally said, adding, “No, not maybe...I do want that too.”

“What? Are you serious?” You hated sounding so surprised when you were always so sure you knew JJ better than anyone.  

“It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of this as a friends with benefits thing...I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure I ever did.” JJ replied, “good to know my undeniable charm worked on you.”

“Your undeniable charm?” You laughed, turning away from the ocean to look at him.

“How is that so hard to believe?” JJ hooked his arm around your shoulders, bringing himself a little closer to you so he could lean in, pressing his forehead to yours, “we could get outta here and celebrate?”

“Do people celebrate dating?” You asked, setting your mouth in a line and narrowing your eyes as if you were truly contemplating the question.  

“What are you celebrating?” Kiara’s voice sounded and JJ broke away in surprise, cursing at her under his breath. “Are you guys ditching us to have sex? Again.”

“No-”

“Yes-”

You and JJ answered respectively and you elbowed JJ again, “we aren’t leaving. We’re coming down to join you...oh, did you know JJ has undeniable charm?”

Kiara looked him up and down skeptically, “this JJ?”

“You guys are dicks!” He huffed, getting up off the towel and following you down toward the ocean. He grabbed your hand when he got close enough and you paused for a second so the two of you could walk side by side.  

“You know my parents are visiting my grandma on the mainland tonight,” you mentioned, “we’ll have plenty of time to ‘celebrate’ then.”  

[miekasa]

mie!! i’m so late to the party but i absolutely loved ‘NICE’, it made me feel so warm and fuzzy <33 it’s so unique to its own and the flow of it is beyond wonderful!

what is married life like for oc and eren in ‘NICE’? is it just like before/do you have any nice!husband!eren headcanons?

AHH I’m so happy you liked it and that you took the time to come and tell me!! Married life for them... doesn’t really differ from what their lives looked like before actually hehe. They were basically married without knowing it 🙄🙄 idiots to lovers or something like that; but here are a few head canons of the months immediately following NICE!

You officially got married in Paris on the fourth, not too long after Carla’s wedding. You guys flew in some officials, checked through all the technicalities, and signed the papers right on top of the Eiffel Tower (access granted by the city of Paris upon request of one Carla Jaeger, of course). 

Aside from having the most picturesque location in the world to sign your marriage certificate, there wasn’t anything lavish in celebration after that. Carla’s wedding was just three days earlier, after all, and was still the talk of the local press. You did have a small party with your friends (Jean, Armin, Mikasa, Marco, Erwin, Levi, Hange came from the Alps for Carla’s wedding) in your overly large hotel room. Just some music, room service, and lots and lots of champagne.

Eren extended your winter break vacation by two weeks for an impromptu honeymoon to the Bahamas before you went home. Let’s just say you did not leave the safe haven of your hotel room very often, except to dip into the ocean a few nights (benefits of a private beach).

After getting married, the rings swapped places; the band with diamonds previously on your pointer finger was put on a chain (a new one since Eren threw the other one on the ground 💀), and you now wear the engagement ring on your ring finger.

Eren doesn’t like it when you take off the ring (the ring being the engagement ring). The first time you were going into the water, you were going to put it on the chain for safekeeping, but he protested very strongly. He would rather it rest safely in your suitcase than go around your neck again.

Your wedding bands are actually very similar to the band you already have: gold and diamond encrusted. Eren’s, however, has an emerald in the center, like the two emeralds that serve as the pistils of the sunflowers in your engagement ring (for reference, that ring looks something like this, but with a gold band). The bands were the first thing Eren bought when you guys got home.

Your friends in Dubai (Ymir, Reiner, Annie, Connie, Sasha) had no idea that you and Eren got married over winter break. Safe to say they were all… very surprised to hear the news. Connie was a little bit bitter because he missed it, and wolf whistles every time he sees your ring (even though he’s seen it before because you wore it on the necklace every day).

You got married in January, but have an official wedding in the process of being planned sometime around late summer/early fall. Carla insisted that you guys have a wedding despite already being married, and Eren agreed whole heartedly. They are both very into planning it, and yes, Eren is somewhat of a bridezilla, and his mom is enabling him 100% please.

The night you signed the wedding papers, Carla lent you an off-white satin couture gown from one of her past collections. She is designing and making your official wedding dress by hand, with the help of Mikasa.

The two of them are also making Eren’s suit, and all the outfits for your wedding party. Carla will murder you if you even so much as hint at just buying other suits/dresses. This is her baby’s wedding, and she runs one of the most renowned fashion houses of the modern century; she’ll be damned if you guys wear something off the rack.

You considered a destination wedding, but settled on having it in New York. You haven’t decided a location yet, and it’s the one thing Eren isn’t actually picky about (because you know he’s gonna go ham on the decor no matter where it is bye).

Jean doesn’t know it yet, but he’s your maid of honor. Good luck and best of wishes to Eren picking between Mikasa and Armin for best man.

Even before confessing and getting married, Eren never slept much in his own bedroom. You both have California king sized beds in your rooms, and more often than not, Eren would sleep with you in your bed. You didn’t always cuddle, but he just liked to be there (for your presence, and because he was grossly in love bye)… you ended up cuddling a lot of the time tho.

He wants to renovate your apartment now that you both “officially” live in the same bedroom, even though it’s not necessary. He just likes renovating things.

You guys go to dinner every weekend, and sometimes you even go dancing. Eren still can’t dance and he doesn’t actually care to learn; it just reminds him of being in Nice with you.

He kisses your ring finger every morning waking up and every night before going to bed; sometimes he even does it subconsciously in his sleep.

He holds your hand way more often. Not just because you guys are together now, but because he likes seeing the ring where it’s meant to be. He also notices that it helps to curb your anxiety, which is a good bonus.

Eren wants kids, but he hasn’t really brought it up yet. He knows you both are fairly young, and that you’re still technically in school, but that’s not really a deterrent for him.

The only reason he’s waiting to say something is because you guys have a lot going on with wedding planning and settling in to “married life”—there’s a lot of tedious paperwork to be done and documents to update. He’ll bring it up next year when all that is settled.

On the subject of school, you are still attending university, but have been eligible for graduation for a year now. You had enough credits to graduate last (the year before NICE) December, but there were a few more classes you wanted to take out of interest that hadn’t been running in past years, so you stayed for all four years. Eren picks you up from your lectures.

Eren graduated in December before you guys went on vacation. By normal standards, that’s a semester early. However, he was supposed to be in this Honors Arts and Sciences program, that should have taken him another two semesters. He decided it wasn’t worth it, and dropped the honors part, and with that, had enough credits to graduate, so he did.

A college degree is really more of an accessory for him anyway, and school was never his thing. He’s decently smart, sure, but he never enjoyed school because of the emphasis on exams; he’s more of a creative person, a dreamer if you will. The only reason he even went to Columbia was because you decided to go there. 

He and you both have enough money to live more than comfortably if neither of you decided to get a job after graduation… way more than enough/ But Eren isn’t doing nothing; he’s actually sorta been working his way into the world of professional interior design, and he really loves it. You’re proud of him, and more than anything, happy that he decided to go for something he loves.

Armin and Jean also graduated a semester early. Armin’s been living with Mikasa since Connie got his own place off-campus in January. Jean is a little upset blondie is living with his girlfriend before he is, but it’s whatever 🙄if it’s gonna be anyone, at least it’s Armin. 

Carla mentioned that Eren got married sometime during a NYFW interview (along with talking about her own recent marriage), and since then you both have interviewed for two magazines, one of which featured pictures from your smaller party in Paris. You’ve gotten requests from Vanity Fair and Vogue about your bigger wedding later in the year, but you guys haven’t invited any media officials as of yet.

You and Eren attend the MET Gala almost every year. You don’t walk the red carpet and nobody is scrambling to take your pictures; but you have passes because of Carla. Also, you could just buy your way in if you wanted you (and your friends have in the past). This year, Eren had to pay two security officers $10k in bribes because you two snuck away to fuck in… a part of the museum not sectioned off for the event. Whoopsies.

Even before Eren got him arrested, going out to brunch was kind of your and Armin’s thing. Eren insists he should be invited now that he’s your husband. He is not. (His bitterness grows when he learns that Jean has secured himself an invite somehow).

Eren sold the car he got arrested for drag racing in. He never told you why—and as far as transportation goes, it wasn’t a big deal because you guys have other cars—but, to him, it was a kind of symbol. He thinks it’s dumb if he thinks too long about it, but he just didn’t wanna have that there are a reminder of how he’d hurt you and his mom.

Jean still drives you to your therapy appointments, but now Eren picks you up. Eren also goes to therapy himself, and has been before you guys got married; his therapist says he’s undoubtedly happier in recent sessions… like a weight’s been lifted off his shoulder.

As far as drugs go, there’s, of course, weed on a happy occasion, or at a party; but he hasn’t touched coke since that one time (which was also the first time he’d ever done it). That’s not even him being a changed man, he just didn’t like it—he only argued with you about it because he was being stubborn. He’s more of a drinker than anything, and absolutely loves to get you drunk on a special occasion, too; he always has. He thinks you look cute, and he likes taking care of you.

You have lived in that apartment with Eren for years before marrying him, yet he insisted you needed to christen the place like it was brand new… at this point, the only places you haven’t fucked in are the elevator itself, the foyer, the storage closet, and the pool. The latter only because it’s been too cold in NYC… trust and believe pool sex is coming lmfao.

Eren bought the apartment and renovated and designed it, but he never did like being in it all alone, and that’s been magnified since you got married. If he’s there by himself, he’s usually in the living area, napping on the daybed. He waits for your faithfully every day, and is hardly in the bedroom if you’re not.

Eren has not stopped introducing you as his wife since January. Even to people in passing like cashiers and bartenders, everyone in the whole damn city probably knows you guys got hitched.

[blazedrawsstuff]

I've been interested in drawing what Blaze looked like when she and the boys were younger (such as in Kindergarten in Poweredd and in Highschool in 25ft Under the Seat). So here is what Blaze looked like when she was in highschool (Eddsworld!Blaze of course, since the other Blazes had different experiences and thus different fashion choices). 

And of course I gotta share some headcanons about her: 

Was really into pop-punk at the time, being a big fan of Avril Lavigne (I did inspire some of her outfit off of Avril Lavigne's outfits). When she got older, she switched to electronic, hyperpop, and EDM, she still loves pop-punk, just not on the same level as she used to back then. 

Most of her misadventures with the boys happened during the summer, Blaze and her family moved back to the USA after they all finished middle school. Of course, she was very sad that she had to move away from them. But her father did compromise, allowing her to spend the summer abroad in the U.K. 

Whenever she did spend the summer in the U.K, she stayed at Edd's house in the guest room. 

During the school year, they all had their own MSN group chat, so even if Blaze couldn't see them in person, she was still able to chat with them long distance. 

She and the others always had a plan to go do something big for each year of summer vacation, which they would always do in June (since British summer vacation is only one month instead of the three months Americans have.). Usually going to a carnival/fair/amusement park or the beach, or something else like that. 

Tom had a crush on her during their highschool years, wether the relationship actually became a romance depends on if it's Shipsworld or not. He was nervous that Blaze didn't feel the same way about him, in the case of Shipsworld, he eventually confessed when they got older.

She had pretty good grades (A's and B's) but it was less out of actual interest for the classes, mainly just so her dad confiscate her stuff if she failed.

Was pretty much a loner in school, didn't really have the confidence nor interest in making friends with anybody else. Didn't join any clubs either. 

Hated school, was really just waiting for it to be done and over with. 

Moved back to the U.K after graduating and after Edd got the house. 

[sunlightwoo]

Run With Hell | Ride Along Prequel

☀︎ pairing: bad boy!sunwoo x fem!reader

☀︎ genre: summer fling au, angst, squints of fluff, bad boy au, lovers to exes au warning: suggestive/sexual language and content, mentions of alcohol and partying

☀︎ wc: 4.1k

☀︎ plot: summer hues may bring in the summer blues, but this one person you spend your summer with just so happens to be the one person that you needed in that moment. instead of the place that he needed to end up being in, he lets you take him back to your place and see where it goes from there, thinking that maybe it might just be a summer bet and nothing more than that. 

☀︎ a/n: this was originally a scrapped idea back from like 2018 and i never brought it back up to surface until recently these last few months actually from when i started planning ride along and then sunwoo’s verse in hate came out, which sparked more ideas!! so i hope you guys enjoy the prequel to it, in which you learn more about the history between Sunflower and Sunwoo’s relationship, even though this is not one of my best oneshots im sorry :( it can be read as a standalone, but it’d be cool if you read this and then ride along if you haven’t read it yet!!

read ride along here!

track one: moonlight | i never knew, you could hold moonlight in your hands

The soft breeze of the summer winds blew past your hair, your arms wrapped around yourself as your eyes were trained on the scenery in front of you. Comforts of the beach seem to have always made you calmer than you have been, and you think that these last two years of your life had been a fever dream considering the roller coaster of events that you have been through. 

You remember waking up in a hospital the night that your brother, Jacob, had an important race to compete in, and because of that, you didn’t want to break his winning streak by being bad luck. The moments prior to that were unable to be recalled for as the only reliable information you can get was from the doctor, explaining that you had consumed something before you had blacked out that had made you almost comatose, if it weren’t for someone that had saved you that night. 

There were often times where you thought about what had happened at that exact moment, but it didn’t distract you from where your mind had been leading you the following day when you were discharged already because of Jacob. You weren’t sure where he had gone that moment, but all you could remember was reading a note with his scribbles that mentioned where he had left it.

A final decision that he had to decide on with a gig that he had gotten for his music career was what he had been working on, and you couldn’t be happier for him. That following morning, you found yourself at the cafe that was across from where you were staying temporarily, eyes darting across the beautiful cursive chalk that was written on a board for the menu, and you couldn’t help but feel like there were a pair of eyes that were stuck onto you. 

With a quick glance around the shop, even if there wasn’t a line behind you, you noticed a guy that sat by the window with his eyes trained onto yours. An accidental eye contact, you might’ve thought to yourself as the handsome stranger had given you a small smirk across his lips, but you have already turned back around to quickly place an order for a tea that was taken to go. 

You had known who he was, considering his name was already spread among the city that you lived despite it being your summer before your first year of college. How it had easily slipped from your own tongue if anybody were to ask you, who is the biggest playboy that is known in your graduating class, and it had to be him. If it weren’t for the fact that he had an overpowering aura that radiated from him, then maybe you would’ve gotten to know him more.

But you didn’t want to, because you knew what guys like him were like.

It was guys like him that made you want to hide away into the comforts of your personal safety net because you knew he was too beautiful and confident to be good. A chaotic driven force that you think was meant to be encountered with was what he had seemed like, ready to clash into your lawful good that the more that you thought about it, you wondered what more of him was like if you were to say hello. 

Now it was a little over a year later in the summer before your junior year of college and you think that it’s comical that somehow the same stranger had caught your heart. After a semester and a half of trying to win you over as a friend throughout your first year, he was able to convince you that maybe hanging out one spring night at the beach wouldn’t be too bad, right?

“Sorry I’m late, Sunflower. Got stuck trying to find a way to park the car without dealing with some asshole again.” 

Your eyes look up to meet the same warm ones that welcomed you as the red hair he had coated this time around seemed to have blended in with the night sky. He takes a seat next to you and wraps his arms around his knees that were being hugged close to his chest, until he takes a look over to you once more with a soft smile on his face. 

“It’s okay, Sunwoo. I haven’t been here that long anyways.” You reply quietly, giving him a smile back as you bit back everything that was on your tongue. 

You had already been there for almost two hours waiting for him, collecting your thoughts as you wondered what the two of you were in that exact timing. There were times where you wanted to just kiss him as a way to shut him up whenever he rambled or said something dumb, but there were also the mixed signs that made you wonder if he had ever thought about you the same way that you did in the past two years.

One too many shared secrets and kisses were often exchanged, but the two of you had always remained friends with too many benefits as you found your way back to the other. It was almost as if you were magnets, opposites that attracted to another and now you were trying to find a way for it to make sense under the moonlight that was brightly shining tonight above you.

“Can you sing me a song, bubs?”

His eyes turn to look at you, who had been staring at him after breaking away from your own thoughts, as he nods in response and opens his arms for you to find your place in them. He wraps his arms around you securely, holding you close to his chest as the soft voice that came from his throat produced a sweet song that you easily recognized as one that he had told you about for a while. 

It felt like you were being put under a sleeping spell as you looked at him, wondering how even under the moonlight, he was almost the most ethereal being in the world. It was as though he was carrying that luminescence in his hands and placed it above his head at all times, making sure that whenever you needed to just be held, he was there to do so for you; another reason why you were so conflicted with what you both had.

However, maybe it was after a confession or two after that soft lullaby that it ended up being enough for you. Maybe being with him was enough for you, and for that you had also regretted it at the same time, because you knew that you were in for a ride with hell’s spawn.

track two: sometimes | cause we’re collecting moments, tattoos on my mind

“Are you ready for our getaway?” You hear someone say behind you and turn to look at Sunwoo, who had been standing at your front door for a moment now. 

It was the hot morning of July first after a long night being with him, and it was a spontaneous decision to head out on a little road trip away from the city. You wanted to go to the seaside, you had told him just hours prior, and he had told you about a little place that he used to stay whenever he was in a mood to go on vacation and escape the realities of the world.

So you packed your bags and were ready to go as you walked up to him with a big smile on your face, one that mirrored his own as he pulled you close. By placing his hand against your lower back, the space between you both becomes almost invisible as he pecked your lips in just a quick second, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sudden action that came from him.

Even after a month or so of dating, it still felt like you were floating on cloud nine despite the fact that you had been doing this for two years or so already. Being with him felt like you were able to conquer on the world, and you knew that might not stay long despite the shared whispers of the cursed eight letters that were often said when you spent nights together.

You wanted to tattoo every moment that you were with him into your mind, because from then until now it had only felt like you were living in a daydream. He had given you nothing but love and made you happier than you would’ve imagined making yourself, but you were okay with also accepting the fact that it might not last long considering there were often times where you might clash thoughts and argue.

By the time that you both made it to where you were staying, you were amazed with how elegant it looked on the inside, despite the fact that it seemed smaller on the outside. You think that maybe you were in a movie as you looked around, but it wasn’t until you turned around to see Sunwoo being busy on his phone that you wondered if this mini getaway was going to be worth it.

“Everything okay, bubs?” You ask while putting down your stuff, sitting on top of your bag as he gives you a small smile before nodding in response. 

To him, he thinks that you are one of the most beautiful things as the sun was practically shining on your face as it seeped through the large glass windows of the house. It’s almost amazing that he found himself falling for you quickly, but he wonders how much of that smile will last on your face before he does something to mess it all up. 

He wants to tattoo the moments where he’s able to make those smiles on your face with his sincerity, the him that he wants to be with you rather than the person that he decides to be to everyone else. Yet somehow, there was something about your innocence to him that made him want more than just what you had then and now, but he was scared of what he might become if had actually gotten it all for himself.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. Let’s go sleep for a bit before we spend the night having fun, hmm?”

track three: bad decisions | You've become my favorite sin so let 'em keep on talking

He knows that he isn’t good for you.

His reputation of being the residential bad boy was no match for your heart, and you both knew that. After spending the first two weeks getting to know the ins and outs of the bay, you made some quick friends even though you spent a majority of your time back at where you were staying with Sunwoo. The way that his hands had always felt like fire on your skin was exhilarating as every kiss you shared was more intoxicating than the last. 

You could tell that he was getting tired of it already, because you’ve noticed that the fire that was once in his eyes was dying out, and you were scared of it. Even his words of reassurance of loving you and for not leaving your side by then was made, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to trust his words every time that he spoke of them. 

“Are you sure that you’re in love with me?” You whisper after the highs and frustrations that were spent into what you had done earlier had been let out. 

The two of you had argued about how he never seemed to have paid more attention to what you were doing when the two of you were out at the street markets today, his phone seeming more important than exploring the depths of shops that were opened by small businesses. You confronted him about it, thinking that maybe he was involved with someone else and that you were just wasting your time putting your love into a relationship that was one sided. 

However that wasn’t the case, as he told you that one of his friends was updating him on a situation that involved their family.

“Why wouldn’t I love you?”

Those toxic eight letters felt so foreign at the tip of his tongue as he looked at you, who laid your head on top of his chest. He didn’t know what love was, and he felt like the biggest jerk for also leading you on knowing that in the end, he was going to leave. He wasn’t sure when he was going to do it, but he knew that you were slowly catching onto his plan, and he hated himself for making you feel as though you weren’t enough for him to stay. 

He wants to give you the pain that he had felt once in the past, and ruin the sweet innocence that you held in your eyes. He’s heard stories about you as well, the same way that you had heard stories about him, and he knew then that there was something about the way you talked and expressed your beliefs that made him want to be indulged into you more. 

“We don’t feel the same anymore.” You whisper, eyes meeting him as the moonlight that used to capture his eyes so perfectly seemed as though it was dying out. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched him stay silent for a moment, his eyes still looking into yours but he still held you close to his heart. He doesn’t know what to say at all and he regrets it a little more for dragging you into this game that he started playing with his own heart on his sleeve, but he doesn’t know when he should stop, because to him, it feels like this game that he made was still not done yet. 

But he can’t find the heart to tell you to run, before he can do it.

“I promise I’ll love you more than I should be loving you. You’re my sunflower, the same way that I’m your sunshine, and it’ll stay that way.” 

track four: leave me lonely | you’re a dangerous love, maybe you’re no good for me

It was a little over a month into your getaway, and it feels emptier than it was when you first started the entire trip.

The nights that you shared together were less filled with meaningful words and actions, but more filled with moments that were there to make the empty void that was present full with whatever you two had wanted to do. You could tell that he was on the verge of just walking out the front door and leaving you because of how the increasing arguments that were made continued to be more present, and you could’ve sworn that if he wasn’t going to be the first to leave, then you would. 

It was another occurrence tonight where you had gone out to eat as a date, since you wanted to fix what might’ve been missing these last few weeks of summer that you might’ve not done. However, it didn’t happen to work as you noticed how Sunwoo was already preoccupied on his phone almost the entire time, and you were fed up by the end of the night as he was driving you both back home and he had taken the time to text back whoever it was that seemed more important than you, who had been nothing but patient the entire night.

“Am I seriously not fun anymore, that you’ve spent the entire date texting whoever it is on the other end?” You half jokingly asked while turning to him, watching as he had given you a confused look on his face while the two of you were waiting for the traffic light to turn green to go. 

“I haven’t been texting someone the entire time-”

“Then what did we do today, besides eat at the restaurant because we sure as hell didn’t talk the entire time that we were there.” You retort, the joking tone that was previously in your tone no longer there as he looks at you for a split second before putting his phone into the cup holder that was between you both in silence. 

The green light finally switches and he drives again as you could tell that he knew you were right, the silence overbearing you both as neither of you spoke afterwards. You wanted him to bite back, but you couldn’t help but be impatient this time around with what he had to say, because he always seemed to brush it off these days about what he has been doing when he wasn’t with you, or when he leaves mid-argument and comes back the next morning making it up.

“You’re just overreacting, don’t worry about it, Y/N.” 

He hasn’t called you by your name in a while considering he had only been calling you by Sunflower for a long time now. It was almost like whiplash as you stared at him, who was now driving back to your place with the night sky behind him and you wondered what you had even done wrong when you were just wondering who he would keep texting. 

Maybe he was cheating on you and he didn’t want to admit it, you think to yourself as you curled up into a ball in your seat and looked outside your window to hide the pain that was present in your heart. Was there could’ve been something that you might’ve done wrong that could just made him bored throughout the last two years that you’ve known each other, where it was you that might’ve been in the mess up stance?

That night, you couldn’t even remember whether or not you have slept properly considering he didn’t sleep with you, but rather slept on the couch in the living room. 

Was this what the start of heartbreak was like?

track five: touch it | Why do you say you want me, then tell me you're not coming in?

“How long have you been lying to me about everything?” 

Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes as you stared at the individual in front of you with your heart on your sleeve, wondering what his next move was. Your throat was raspy from how much you were yelling out of anger and frustration earlier, and you wanted to know how long you had been playing his game.

“Two years.” He replies, his facial expression never faltering as his hands were in his pockets and eyes boring into your own. 

His phone was placed on the couch beside you as you had found his texts with his best friend about how being with you was all for a bet of money; and he had won. All he had to do was to make you play his game and purposely break your heart, only to win some sort of prize that he would win at the end, but at what cost.

“I didn’t mean anything to you, did I?” You whisper as you cross your arms in front of your chest, waiting to hear whatever else he had to say, but you couldn’t help but wipe away the stray tears that were already falling down the apples of your cheeks. 

Yes, you meant everything to me, he wants to say as he looks into your heartbroken eyes, and he was willing to give up everything to walk over to where you were to wipe your tears for you. But there was also the thrill in his blood that made him feel a bit prideful that he succeeded in being the asshole that he made himself out to be to everyone but you. 

He had won the game, he acknowledged and it was over for him but he also knew that there was just a little bit of guilt that still lied inside of him. He doesn’t know what to say as he watches you start to crumble in front of him internally, and he knows you’re tired of all the lies that he had been feeding you since the first day. 

So he had decided on running away after he said his last words, because like you had predicted, he was hell’s spawn that loved creating a chaotic masterpiece. As much as you hated him in the moment, he knew that you wouldn’t be able to let go for a bit, and maybe this was his chance to leave so that he doesn’t have to think about you anymore. 

And he does as he walks away with the wind as he closes the door on you both, leaving with the sounds of his car already leaving and you know that he wasn’t coming back. 

You think that it’s your fault anyways for wanting to believe in what you had was genuine, with every time that he had said it was true. But like you thought in the first place, where guys like him wouldn’t last, was true, because now you were in the place that held everything that reminded you of him. You wanted to trash the beautiful pain that was in front of you, but you also felt numb at the same time, not wanting to do anything but to just mourn the stained heart that was on the sleeve of your arm. 

It was there for the world to see; tainted with toxic love that only you had for him, and it was now spilling out with his last words echoing in your head.

“I never loved you in the first place, because you were only just a game to win.”

bonus track: lovesick girls

The loud silence of the crackling fire resonates in your ears as you stare at the burning car that was less than 50 feet in front of you. Your knees were tucked into your chest as you stared at it, wondering where it all began to go wrong as the numbness of your heart continued to stay there. He had been gone for weeks, as you had expected him to run away for that long, and you hated yourself for falling for a guy like him in the first place. 

He was intoxicating, addicting; the one person that you had given your entity to, only to have it crumble up in the palm of his hands. 

You hated him and knew that this would be the last time you’d ever want to see him, since you were going to start going back on track with your goals and dreams. Starting next week you were set to start the fall semester into your junior year of college as it was now almost mid September and ready to run for the life that you wanted to have from the start of the summer before you had met him. 

You think to yourself that maybe it was him that had ruined it all, or maybe a piece of you didn’t want to admit that it was also your own for not being cautious enough. The entire summer felt like you were running with the devil himself, and that the air you were breathing in now, the very one that you can finally collect your thoughts in, were your moments of freedom as you blinked back the tears of the memories that had played in your mind of last night that ended it all. 

“All you ever did was run away from us in the first place, Sunwoo-”

“And I was wrong for doing it, that day that I walked out and left,” He says and you could see his eyes glimmer with what seemed like sincerity in the form of tears, just as the sun that was setting around you both began to make your skies darker than they were before. 

“But that doesn’t mean that I regretted walking out, because I knew that we would’ve only hurt each other more if I had stayed.”

The silence that was overtaking you both was faster than that as your eyes continued to lock onto one another’s. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do in this situation, because you very much so loved him and all his imperfect beauties. However it felt like he was the constant fire that was burning your skin with every touch that he was able to make, and you didn’t want to be a part of that cycle that would continue with him, especially after finding out about his bet with his best friend at the most. 

So in retaliation, you did what you should’ve done in the first place, resent and ignore him, as you knew that this should be the last time that you see him again in this life. 

“Then I think you should just leave for good then, Sunwoo. Don’t ever try to find me again, and if you do... we will never do us again.”

[im-the-letter-t]

Summer Writing Prompts

Sorry so many of these revolve around sharks, I like sharks okay?

Person A and Person B go on a date to the waterpark.

“School’s out!”

Person A and Person B work at a summer camp and they convince all of the campers that they’re dating. 

Person A and Person B work at a summer camp and they convince the campers that they’re siblings.

Haunted summer camp.

Beach trip.

“Is that a new swimsuit?”

“There’s a shark in the water!” “Where? Do you think it wants to be friends?” 

“Did you know that more people are killed by falling coconuts in a year than by sharks in a decade worldwide on average?” 

“It’s summer. Stop trying to make me learn things.” 

“We were just about to play some volleyball. Wanna join?”

Person A and Person B go to a screening of Jaws out on a lake. 

“No wonder you’re about to pass out! You’re wearing all black in 90 degree weather!”

“I should have worn sunscreen.”

“I was gonna go for a swim, if you want to tag along.”

Person A and Person B take their child(ren) to the aquarium. 

A beach day is rained out. 

Person A and Person B argue about whether or not it’s safe to send their child to summer camp.

Dancing together in the summer rain.

Person A and Person B are on a boat when the motor breaks. They are now stranded in the middle of the ocean. 

“Ow! That jellyfish just stung me!”

A game of beach volleyball gets way too competitive. 

“It’s 100 degrees out and you’re still stealing my sweaters.”

“I think they’re drowning!”

Family reunion gone wrong.

“That is the weirdest tan line I have ever seen.”

 Pool party.

Person A and Person B try to decide whether to take their kids to Disney World or SeaWorld. 

 “You know, it sucks that most adults don’t get summer vacation.”

“Your shorts are too short, young lady!” “First of all, I’m an adult. Second of all, I’m not even your kid!”

“I brought smoothies!”

Summer wedding.

Road trip.

Water balloon fight.

“The grill is on fire!”

“Those fireworks were amazing!”

Picnic date in the park. 

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing in a treehouse?”

Stargazing.

“I can’t believe my favorite roller coaster is closing!”

Person A and Person B are stuck in summer school together.

Swimming with dolphins. 

“Do you want to go swimming?” “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.” “You won’t need it.”

“Why do drinks taste so much better in a coconut?”

“It’s a nice day. We should go outside.”

“I hate hot weather.”

We don’t know this kid, but their family left them at the rhino exhibit so now we’re taking them around the zoo to find their parents. 

“Who gave them a water cannon?”

Everyone is eating popsicles, and Person A keeps biting theirs to assert dominance.

“We should make smores!”

“How did you get so many mosquito bites?”

“I think we’re at the wrong wedding.” 

“Honestly, I just want it to be Halloween.”

Person A saves Person B from drowning at the beach. 

Person A and Person B take their kid to the waterpark for the first time.

Summer sunset love confession.

Ice cream date. 

Amusement park date.

“They’re just mad because I said it was too hot to cuddle.”

The air conditioning breaks.

“Do you want to go get a smoothie or something?”

“Have you seen my bathing suit?” “Yes, and it makes you look fantastic.”

Sandcastle building contest

“I know it’s kinda dumb, but I found you a pretty shell.”

“How many times have I told you that you need to reapply sunscreen halfway through the day?”

“Let’s go to that new ice cream shop down the road!”

“You know I hate hiking.”

“Did you just eat a marshmallow that was still on fire?!”

Person A passes out from the heat and Person B helps make sure they’re okay. 

Person A and Person B have a picnic in a gazebo in a secluded area of the park. 

“Don’t touch me, I’m all sunburnt.”

“Quit splashing me!”

Person A pushes Person B into a lake, unaware that B has  Thalassophobia (extreme fear of deep water). 

Walk on the boardwalk at midnight.

Going to the county fair. 

Person A hurts themself while on a hike with Person B.

Dancing in the summer rain.

Person A gets their hands on some water balloons and makes it everyone’s problem.

A day at the amusement park where Person A hates thrill rides and is terrified of heights, while Person B wants all of the thrills. 

Person A has never made a s’more before and gets it all over their face. Person B finds this hilarious. 

“Do you want to catch fireflies?” “We’re adults.” “Yeah, so?”

“Who put a spider in my bunk?!” (summer camp setting)

“You know I hate camping.”

“You reapplied sunscreen three times. How are you sunburnt?”

“Are you drinking enough water? It’s really hot out, you know.”

Person A and Person B are at their child’s baseball game and they have to cheer them on despite the fact that the kid sucks at baseball.

Hearing something weird out of context at a theme park. 

Person A and Person B are in Washington DC and A gets bitten by an emu at the National Zoo.

Person A and Person B take their child(ren) to Yellowstone and that child (at least one of said children) is really unenthusiastic. (Bonus points if sibling is super excited.)

The dog sneaks in the car on a road trip.

Person A and Person B are on a date at a theme park when a random crying child asks for help finding their parents. 

Karaoke night. 

Person A loses part of their swimsuit (Or the whole thing, if A happens to be wearing trunks) and Person B helps them find it.

Person A and Person B stop at a run-down hotel in a creepy old town. 

Person A decides to do community theater over the summer and is cast as Person B’s love interest.  

Person A shoves a snow cone in Person B’s face.

“Ugh, I’m all sweaty.”

“Maybe we should go cool off.”

Person A keeps stealing sips of Person B’s lemonade.

“You know, I love the beach, but I hate sand.”

[aquamoonchaii]

Ew, Darling ::: SeongHwa

⍣ genre: fluff

⍣ warnings: none

⍣ pairing: tsundere!seonghwa x reader

⍣ word count: 3.9k

⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - ATEEZ from the lovely @bangchan-fairy

⍣ charlie’s notes: guess who is back, mwah~

⍣ summary: you are the least compatible person that breaths on this earth with seonghwa. every ships you two but ew. ew. ew. but wooyoung is there to make it happen.

“I don’t like her!”

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't!"

"Yes you love her… Y/N!" WooYoung basically screams your name and SeongHwa wants to die, he quickly put his hands as a shield of more stupid words coming from his friend's mouth.

"WooYoung!" You wave excitedly at him as you finally arrive at the hotel, summer trips are your favorite thing to do and this friend group trip is so special because you were all going to enjoy the beach for two weeks! No wonder WooYoung is called a crazy bastard, he managed to get an incredible discount so everyone could pay for it. San's sweet girlfriend with San of course, WooYoung and his freedom to go crazy, Jongho, YeoSang, Mingi and his amazing girlfriend, Yunho and his hyper girlfriend and of course HongJoong who is ready to kick ass if someone gets on his way to relax.

You are on the singles team and it's going to be some awesome, perfect, incredible vacations!

"Uh, I'm sorry what- You what?!" Your ice cream fell on Wooyoung's shorts and he squealed. "You just made my ice cream kill himself!"

"My incredible shorts! You just ruined my lady magnet so we're even!"

"Did you just say to me I have to pretend SeongHwa is my fiance because you are an idiot?" You gasp at the words coming out of your own mouth, repeating Wooyoung's words. “Come here, let me choke you.”

“Hey, wait- Wait! At least take me out on a date first.” He laughs as he covers his body and you scoff because you know this asshat always tries to make you laugh when he gets you in trouble. Like the time you had to act you two were getting married and you had to fake happy tears to get the dinner for free at a restaurant because he forgot his wallet, wait a minute. Why does this seem pretty similar to that time? You remember him grabbing quickly one of his own rings and putting it on your finger, him whining because of course it slipped off somewhere. “I swear it wasn’t intentional! But if you have think about it, it’s God’s work because it’s impossible to make such dumb mistake- Seonghwa, you are here!”

“What the hell do you mean I’m getting married? To who?!”

“Sit down first and lower your voice, idiot. We can’t let anyone beside us discover this, we are going to get kicked out from the resort!”

“Idiot? Me, the idiot?! You just had one job and to save tickets and rooms for all of us and now I have to pretend I’m in love? You better have chosen yourself as the bride because I’m not going to hell alone-” “Here is your bride who is about to end my life. You two are really for each other, so please be quiet and listen to me.”

And so, WooYoung starts. He starts the story, with a large cup of ice cream on his side as he tries to book flights for everyone. To be honest, it was a shame the price of the resorts were so freaking high so he was getting ready to crack a joke of how all the plans were going to be cancelled because he sucks at math.

But then a light appeared.

A contest appears on the website that slaps WooYoung with a great idea: A fake dating marriage. There are discounts for newlyweds and engaged people but overall there is a jackpot he takes the most interest in: a lovely contest. It’s actually a way to promote their resort as an option to go for honeymoons, they would take 10 couples to every single service they have and each service would have a little contest. The couple who wins the contest doesn’t pay a single thing and the people they invited are free guests for the service they’ve won. WooYoung quickly signed you up because he has memorized all your information and you are the only single woman he is the closest to.

He confessed he was going to put himself as the fiance because it was going to be less awkward but how was he going to have free parties and ladies if he has to fake a marriage? Bruh, he just took all the ID’s of the single people of the group besides himself and Seonghwa was chosen by the stars.

So here you are.

You two noticed it because you have to sleep together in a room and were welcomed with a bouquet of flowers with a congratulations note. The service room will come often to your room and to check up on the couple to take photos, give instructions about the games so you just need to pretend when they are close.

“...and that’s it. You are not going to die or anything. I promise you don’t need to kiss, you just have to grab hands and stuff.���

“So we’re going to pay if we don’t act like a couple?” WooYoung is wiping the ice cream off his shorts when he giggles and nods. You laugh because this is the worst summer vacation ever and you have that idiot as best friend and apparently another idiot as a fiance, it’s amazing how things can turn this horrible.

“WooYoung, how much are we talking about?” Seonghwa asks through gritted teeth as he rolls his eyes at you who seemed already accepting the deal. When WooYoung opens his hands and shows his ten fingers and whispers to thousands, you want to die. “I was wondering how such a luxurious resort had such cheap prices unless you were friends with the CEO or-” “-sell your friends.” You finish Seonghwa’s sentence and he nods.

“I guess you are in, welcome to the resort sweet love birds!” WooYoung says and you both slap each of their arms making him cry out in pain. “Ow! I did this for us, also you two should marry each other already so you’ll thank me later.”

You and Seonghwa exchange glances and you two gag at the same time. The asshat that made you two engaged people laughs. This is going to be a nightmare.

“Your hand is sweaty.”

“You are the one who is sweating.”

"Shut up, darling." The way SeongHwa cringes makes you laugh and you hear the staff talking about how cute you two are.

"So, are we supposed to hold hands until we pee or what?" He comments as he taps the ground with his feet, contests are somehow easy as you both are competitive, collecting jewelry was the first and you both stole it from your friends and unknown people, tidying up a whole room together which of course SeongHwa rocked it and gave instructions to you, finally doing desserts together where you were the one who gave instructions and an awesome cake came out. You offered to do tiramisu but he almost screamed because he doesn't like coffee.

So everyone in your group has free food and no fee for their rooms.

You probably have to recognize you make a great team. SeongHwa is just a confident asshat and well, he somehow looks good in a suit but- You look at the mirror, you are smiling lovingly at the asshat that is holding your hand. Fuck.

SeongHwa always mocks San because he is a softie. Like in a real cringy way, the moment he came to the boy's dinner talking about a girl he met and seemed like an angel… He turned into a pudding of love.

It was incredible.

And really weird for SeongHwa. Is it really possible for a normal person to turn into a blind weak romantic?

He knows San for a lot time and he was always really soft but not this soft. Everyone was really expectant to meet this girl that turn San into a lovebird that bought flowers or snacks every single day, listening to sweet ballads and red face when he talked how much she meant to him.

When they met her, everything made sense.

She was as soft as San. Sweet and really caring so everyone gave their thumbs up and also adopted her into the friend group, they agreed to mock San more. This couple was marriage material.

But SeongHwa still didn't get it.

Yes, she was so cringy like him and they complement each other and do all the cheesy stuff he judges silently.

So he asks directly, of course he had to wait a moment where San was actually alone because he is now glued to the sweet girlfriend he has. He waits for him with beverages because he expects a long conversation.

"What exactly do you feel about her to the point you act like an idiot for her?"

"What?"

"I'm pretty positive if she asks you to throw yourself from the bridge, you'll do it with a giggle."

"First of all, what the fuck SeongHwa." And like that San begins explaining he feels loved and the need to protect her, it's like an undescriptible connection that makes him want to tell her about his day and know everything about her. "You'll feel it, I can explain exactly how you feel but that's my experience. Is this about Y/N?"

"Uh, I also thought about it but no. It's more like a social pressure coming from you asshasts that are constantly shipping us when we literally can't breathe the same air. I mean I'm around her because she is glued to Wooyoung and he is glued to you who is undeniably glued to me as we are roommates. So… hell no, she is so loud I can't even stay around her more than an hour." He explains as you are the least compatible person with him, as he just said it you know each other because of WooYoung and it seems like you are always bickering, not all giggles and happy slaps as you joke around with Wooyoung but more like mocking and rolling eyes at each other.

You are loud, untidy and a coffee lover. And that's a triple no for him, he is not going to lie he thought this incredible incompatibility can be a sign of actually liking you but no. Because you always go to Wooyoung and you never count on him, the times he is being annoyed by you? Infinite. You don't talk about your problems and can't stop being moody, your laugh is as loud as your best friend and he wonders if you ever shut up. Ugh.

"Are you serious Y/N? Did you sprained your ankle? Like I said it was going to happen?" You never listen and it drives him crazy. He rolls his eyes and leaves you alone to go for ice, when he returns you are on Wooyoung's back laughing about how much your ankle hurts. He huffs.

There's no way he is going to date you.

No.

Never.

Until WooYoung, your basically soulmate arranges a shitty thing for you two to pretend you are dating- engaged. This was the worst prank ever, but you said yes.

And he doesn't say no.

He can show you he is a better man than Wooyoung because- Well, you are going to stop being so annoying. And so it begins.

Competitions made him realize you are as competitive as him and for the first time, he sees you frown in concentration and listening to him and actually doing what he says. Awesome.

He sees you being incredibly excited to bake with him and he can't help but follow your instructions. You've won those games and your smile looks really beautiful.

You are indeed pretty as he sees you really close.

...ew.

SeongHwa felt awfully weird the first time you called him darling, it makes him a bit sweaty so he gets annoyed by it. He kind of likes it but hates it at the same time.

And you hold his hand and intertwined fingers with him. Your hand is smaller than his, and nor really the softest as you usually do crazy stuff so it's a bit calloused. It's a bit cold too, he wants to put it inside his pocket so they can be warm.

This is one of the last games you are going to play, your hand is basically part of him now but you'll have to hold hand the whole afternoon as you walk around the resort and take some drinks. The couple who lasts more holding hands wins.

He's gotten the habit to stare at you randomly, hoping his stare can kill you so his internal peace returns. It doesn't, you are now more communicative with him and he doesn't mind, your voice is part of the noise in his brain now too.

Also, you've gotten in the habit of fixing his hair and his shirt because it was the less awkward thing to do as "a couple" but you do it naturally and he gets used to it. It's already a week of being glued to each other too.

You also have gotten this little detail of running to him and searching his hand to grab, it makes him want to scream.

Now he has to cover his mouth anytime you appear because his brain obligues him to smile. But he also thinks after this, you'll return to being annoying and always going to WooYoung and not him.

"SeongHwa, I can't do this!" You seem to fight a lot with the bottle in your hands and hand it to him. It was the first time you actually asked him for help. And WooYoung, your twin soulmate was next to you. Maybe it's just because of the contest but he feels happy about it.

You are his girlfriend for two weeks anyways. He slaps himself as he looks at the mirror and looks at his own cheeks getting pink.

But something happens in the contest that makes him want to return to Seoul, ignore you forever and punch WooYoung.

"Hi, I'm part of the staff. If you didn't see my face before, it's because I'm new! I'm part of the jury too, so I'm guessing you two are the lovebirds!" Says the lady that approaches everyone playing UNO, at that exact moment WooYoung is tickling your side so he can see your cards. So she points to both of you, you laugh and shake your head. "I'm not-"

"She's my girlfriend." He swears to every god, he wasn't mad but he tried to sound protective to give a vibe of a good fiance. Yeah, he is a great actor. Yeah- Ugh, he needs a glass of cold water.

"Oh, I'm sorry! The chemistry with you two was big! I see we have a jealous lover here, my bad. Ok, so you two are going to take a photoshoot as a last contest so you should pass to our stores to try on some clothes for tomorrow." She gives a few more instructions he doesn't pay attention to, he just notices the way you hold his hand again nonchalantly and he wonders if he is actually beginning to confuse all of this. Maybe you are doing it on purpose.

"What? Did you just realize you like Y/N?"

"WooYoung shut up. You are practically married to her so don't come at me with that thing, you two are a couple of loud idiots that complement each other so well it's annoying. I'm counting the hours for this to end as I'm getting headaches because of you best friend. Plus, she is so clingy I hate it." He says clearly annoyed, WooYoung laughs and makes him realize he is just jealous so he shouldn't be talking so much crap.

"Don't you think maybe because I'm her best friend I know that maybe she likes you? And don't you think I know my roommate so well to notice he likes her too? Also don't even think about talking crap about her ever again or I'll punch you."

SeongHwa's frown disappeared as he processed what Wooyoung just said. He gulps and bites his lips, maybe he isn't that idiot. And of course, his impulsive stupid mouth made Wooyoung serious. But of course, you don't hear that part and just leave with the iced tea in hand you were going to give to him.

"Are you ok?" When you arrive, you just wave at him and don't take his hand. He was eager to hold your hand now that he has accepted his crush on you but you leave him confused. SeongHwa asks and you nod, avoiding his gaze.

Maybe you are really annoying, that loud he wishes this to end quickly. It's a bit embarrassing because you may or may not have developed a little crush on SeongHwa as you noticed his annoyed voice was actually because he was worried and is pretty cool to be around as you found him reliable and funny. But maybe he was just pretending, it doesn't matter anyways you'll just return the favor as he basically tried hard to stand you, you will be good today for him and stay quiet and not touchy as he wishes for. "Are you feeling sick? Should I bring you medicine?"

"I'm fine." You scoff at his questions. "Didn't you say I am always too loud?"

"You are." He says playfully but you don't bicker and just nod muttering an apology. It is the first time he hears you say sorry and he is surprised but before he can ask what was wrong with you, the staff came and guided your way to the stores.

The whole day is about choosing clothes that you can use for the photoshoot and it's going to be picked by the staff so there was nothing much to do. If SeongHwa could count the times he has tried to hold your hand, ugh. Well, he thought it could be a new prank or something and he tries to take it easy imagining how it would be to have a quiet Y/N.

He wants to die. It's horrible how you just nod and give small smiles instead of holding hands and loud laughs that come with hip bumps. There's no excited chat about every single thing you'll see, instead you just look at your phone and say yes to everything he asks. Is this shirt ok? Yes. Should I put an ugly tie on it? If you want to, yes. Are you ok if we eat an extremely sugary dessert you hate? Yes. Do you want to go to buy some snacks for both of us? Ok.

SeongHwa is freaking out, you don't bicker or not even say a single word. This is not a prank, there's no way in hell you could endure being this quiet for the whole day. It's already dinner time and you are too normal. Maybe you are mad at him? Did something happen? You were starting to talk to him about your day and stuff like that, so why didn't you say a single thing today? Oh dear, did someone hurt you? Fuck, he is ready to punch even the CEO of the resort. He just wants the original Y/N back.

Dinner felt really awful and he just wants to scream and wants to see you laugh and squeals about anything. "SeongHwa?"

"Uh, yes?" He wasn't going to lie, you used to call him darling so often he felt a bit hurt by hearing his name again. The thoughts of you being tired of this fake relationship make him a bit sad but the hope of Wooyoung's words made him stick around you, he is thinking to confess in a funny way his awkward feelings to you on the last day of vacation.

"Do we really have to do the photoshoot?"

Or maybe not.

"Well, everyone would get free photoshoots. And who doesn't want free photos?"

"I can help take pictures for everyone with Wooyoung's phone, the quality is more than ok."

"Y/N, why would you look out for him when I have a professional camera? Are you serious?" He already knows Wooyoung is your best friend but why do you always choose the man over him who is right there beside you ready to risk it all for you? "If you don't want to do it, just say it."

"I don't want to."

Ouch.

Well, of course it could happen. You are always eager to try new stuff, to prank and laugh, to talk about different topics and try new food but maybe he was too boring for you.

"I don't think I'll be able to stay quiet and not touchy like you want to so I prefer to not do it."

What the hell are you talking about- Oh. Goddamnit. It was him. He hurt you with his words, you probably heard it or the damned WooYoung told you. "Did WooYoung say something because I swear I-" "I heard you and it's ok, you always said it too anyways. So, I'm sorry if I annoyed you too much."

"What? No! Apology not accepted. You don't need to, I was just- Well, you'll see I just was annoyed."

"I know, you already said it."

"But not because of you! Ugh, you really make me look like a crazy asshat."

"Ok, I'll leave you alone." You stand up and he is going to have a heart attack, flashbacks of what San said to him run through his brain and he abruptly stands up. "Wait!"

"What?"

"I was jealous!" He says a bit too loud you turn your attention to him again and finally look him at eye, there's no return in this so fuck it. "You always choose your best friend over me and that staff girl saying you two look a lot like a couple, ugh! I wanted to choke him! I mean I am right beside you!" His words come out quickly and he has to take a deep breath. "I'm really sorry you heard me talking stupid things but it was just my upset ass over something WooYoung already told me I shouldn't get annoyed about."

"...what?"

"I'm saying you got me, Y/N. Okay, this is an awkward confession but I am constantly jealous and worried you kill yourself for being too crazy. Besides that, I would never want to change not even a hair of you, it was horrible you being all quiet." Seonghwa maybe gets what San was trying to tell him. "...I may like you a lot. So please punch me but don't be all quiet, I prefer a slap. I'm sorry to make you feel bad."

When you get silent but take a sit again, his breath hitches. "...you like me?"

"Yes!" When he answers too eagerly, he coughs a bit to hide his embarrassment but when you smile, it doesn't matter. "Yes I like you."

"I don't annoy you?"

"Yes you do but I like it."

"So am I too clingy?"

"You should. But I prefer if it's my hand the one you are holding." He suddenly gags and covers his eyes with one hand. "I can't believe I'm saying this out loud."

"...and you are jealous of WooYoung?" You finally laugh and stick out your hand and search for his. He quickly holds it and you giggle. "Well, feelings reciprocated. Apologies accepted." His heart is going to explode with happiness, you two talk the rest of the night and maybe he wants to kiss WooYoung right now.

He was right after all.

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