#i just realized i forgot jewelry but i’m going to leave it for now

[dirty-spiced-chai]

VESSEL

SLEEP TOKEN

[klipkillakai]

|pt3|

you laugh when your bestie mia tells you about her vacation in florida, she’s currently telling you about her sneaky links and showing you pictures as you do her nails, you’ve been doing your own nails for years and you’ve extended to doing your friends too.. you softly tap the acrylic onto her nail shaping it neatly—

“ugh i wanna go on a vacation” you say as you start filing her nails.. “you could’ve went with me i asked” she says in a sing song voice slightly teasing you, you roll your eyes “you know how my parents are stop playing” she laughs and nods..

your phone vibrates and you hear a ding cutting your music off for a second and you look down at your phone and see it’s a text from connie, you immediately feel warmth all over your body and try your hardest to fight back a smile..

“unt unt girl you gotta tell me about him now” laughing you say “it’s not much to tell yet, we’re just hanging out you know?” mia gives you a knowing look “mhm” and goes back to humming to the sza song playing through your room

a while later your taking pictures of her nails, “girl hold your hand straight” you laugh.. “i’m trying shit, i drank too much coffee” you giggle and finally get pictures to your satisfaction and sigh leaning back in your chair.. then you start to clean up

“so there’s this house party tonight down the block you trynna go?” you look up “i don’t know, you know ion really go to parties like that” mia groans “please y/n i don’t wanna go by myself and we don’t have to stay long” you think about it… “ugh fine” you say and she yells “period!” you start thinking about what your gonna wear and how your gonna do your hair “so imma leave, the party starts at 6 and i’m gonna go get ready and imma pick you up then okay?” you wipe down the table “okay bet” she comes over and gives you a quick hug before leaving—

“life is better on saturn” you sing while you put highlighter on the tip of your nose while looking in the mirror, you hear a ding and mia texts you she’s outside so you quickly get up looking at your outfit, mid rise jeans and a cropped white halter top, something slight something comfortable, you slip on black kitten heels you thrifted and you put on all your jewelry, rings, necklaces, bracelets, and switching out some of the earrings on your stack..

you drench your body in perfume because that’s the only way to do it and you grab your purse, quickly grabbing your lip gloss and liner before running out the door—

connie looks down at his phone for the 100th time today, waiting for you to text him back, he takes another hit from his blunt, and ignores when his friends try to talk to him about something cause now.. you stressin him out a little bit.. you haven’t gotten to the point in your relationship where your sharing locations so he has no idea where you are or what your doing.. he sends you another text

“wya mama?”

he waits 10 mins and still no response, he sits up a bit and rubs a hand down his face “this fucking girl man” he whispers and gets up, mumbling to his friends he has to go..

you unknowingly forgot to text him back and your in your own little world as your at the party, you dance with mia grinding against each other and singing tipsily towards each other giggling, it’s hot and sweaty and it truly feels like a movie, the beatbox your drinking is running through your veins and pumping false confidence and sensuality, it hinders your common sense a bit so you allow that one guy to touch up on you a little bit, you let him hold your waist as he moves behind you—

you and mia slip away from the dancing a bit going to find more drinks, you lean in the counter giggling with mia watching her pour a bunch of different liquors in two cups for you both and you feel your phone buzz and realize your getting a call, not only that but you’ve gotten several texts, you pick up

“h-hello?” you stutter a bit and giggle

“y/n? where you been i’ve been texting you all day”

you realize it’s connie and you slightly sober up

“im sorry ive been out all d-day, i didn’t see the texts”

connie slightly clenches his jaw as he sits in his car and tries to calm himself down, “where you at now?”

“im at a party with mia” you giggle softly

“who tf is-” connie starts his car and speeds down the road.. “where’s the party at”

“ummmm” you hum trying to think about it but your drunk mind won’t let you, “i’m gonna just send you my location” you do so and connie looks at it realizing it one of his buddies house and makes a turn and heads there.. “i’m on my wa- he’s about to say but is cut off when you abruptly hang up” he almost throws his phone but calms himself down—

you accidentally hang up as you get handed another drink and you go back to the dance floor, they start playing vybez kartel and you get it lit asf, you and mia start whining and twerking on each other.. mia records you as you unbutton your pants allowing the ass to move a bit more and you twerk on her “baby, baby mi a plead” you sing in unison and you both are laughing and having a good ass time..

the guy from before comes over and you let him hold you waist as you whine—

connie walks into the party hearing “one man” loudly playing one the speakers, he sees a sea of people dancing, laughing, chatting, drinking and smoking, he daps up a few people as we walks through the crowd looking for you..

he walks throughout the house and he finally sees you, and when he does he looses his fucking mind, he sees some random guy behind you holding your waist, as you whine on him, he sees that pretty ass smile on your face, your eyes slightly glossy and low how they usually are when you smoke together and not a care in the world..

he almost blacks out and quickly walks to you, yanking the guy off and pulling out a gun, and pressing it to the guys head and he says quietly “back the fuck up” you look at the gun and you slightly gasp in shock

“connie?” you ask, softly tugging him back.. connie looks back at you and gives you a look you never want to see from him again “imma deal with you in a second” he says low enough for only you two to hear and goes back to the guy currently trying to act hard infront of the crowd of people, connie cocks the gun and presses it harder against his head “do sumn i dare you..”

he threatens and the guy starts backing off..

connie stares him down until he walks away and he slowly turns back at you and you sober up a bit

“im sor- connie cuts you off and grabs your hand and drags you outside, you try to talk but connie doesn’t respond, he gets to his car and opens the door for you letting you get inside and slamming your door..

you start feeling a nervous flutter in your lower belly and watch as he rounds the car and gets in, starting the car and pulling off without saying a word

“connie” you say softly trying to get his attention but his hand just grips the wheel and he speeds up, you softly try to touch his chin and he grabs your hand and pulls it down..

“talk to me” you whisper, looking up at him and rubbing his arm.. still no response.. you sigh and sit back down looking out the window slightly biting your lip, as you sit there you get an idea.. definitely influenced by the alcohol and weed running through your veins..

you look over at him and you softly start to rub his chest, you lean a bit closer and press small kisses to his shoulder, “talk to me” you whisper again, you start to drag your hand down his chest to his lap and you rub his thigh.. biting your lip you slide you hand over to his bulge and start to palm it and you lean towards his ear “please talk to me papa” you say in the sweetest voice you can muster.. you watch as his eyes quickly flicker over to yours and you slightly smile knowing you almost got him..

you take off your seatbelt, trusting he won’t crash and you undo his belt and unbutton his jeans, you reach down and pull his dick out, he’s so hard and the tip is a painful red and you watch as a singular bead of precum rolls down his tip, you look up at him and he’s watching you with a dazed lustful look, but you also see anger behind them at that makes you feel a multitude of things..

you look back down and press a small kiss to the tip, and you hear a slow release of air come from his mouth, almost like a slow hiss, relying on books you’ve read and videos you watched you do the best you can, softly spitting on his dick and wrapping your mouth around his tip, using your hand with your freshly done acrylics to handle the rest..

connie feels like he’s going insane, he’s angry with you you, but at the same time he needs you so desperately, he quickly pulls into a parking lot so he can focus on what you doing, connie parks and slightly puts his seat back allowing you to have more room, he pushes your braids always from your eyes so he can see them while he looks down at you—

you hollow your cheeks and start to bob your head connie’s eyes nearly roll back and he holds your har up guiding you.. you move faster, taking it deeper while looking up at him for reassurance..

“ugh fuck” connie groans “just like that”

“don’t think i forgot about what you was doing mama, had me stressed all day.. ignoring me nd shi”

you feel connie tug your braids lifting your head up and you look at him, he stares downs at you and grabs your face with his hand and he licks and bites his lip as if he’s holding himself back from something, you watch as he slowly grabs his gun from the armrest and picks it up looking at if before slowly rubbing it on your lips and then slowly raising it to the side of your temple…

this sends a slice of terror down your back, you freeze and look up at connie, your eyes getting teary and blurry.. but.. deep down.. you feel that slow wave of heat pooling in your belly, the slow trickle of your slick filling your panties, and that soft throb.. and that’s what scares you the most.. you like this..

“i don’t ever wanna see you on another guy like that you hear me?”

“i swear to god y/n i will kill that motherfucker and then imma be on yo ass after”

he leans down closer to you “nod if you understand”

you slowly nod, a tear rolls down your cheek and your drunk mind struggles to process the influx of emotions your feelings right now..

he puts the gun down and leans back softly grabbing the base of his dick and squeezing it, jerking it softly before tapping it against your lips.. “open” he whispers and you do… you take his dick in your mouth, sitting up a bit and going as deep as you can, you gag softly and connie groans quietly “there you go” he whispers and you start to bob your head up and down..

you start to drool and let it get sloppy and nasty, you use both of your hands to jerk the base as you bob your head and connie’s eyes roll back and he holds a hand over his face “fuuuuck” he whispers and you respond with soft gags and soft little moans..

you slide your mouth off with a “pop!” and you start to kiss his balls heavy with cum as you look up at him.. “who taught you this” he almost whimpers and looks slightly jealous.. “m-my first time” you say as you drag your lips up and down his length..

“stop fucking playing” he groans absolutely not believing you.. “m’not lying papa” and you take him back in your mouth gagging softly and taking it as deep you can go.. at this point your mascara is rolling down your cheeks and your eyes are teary and red, but connie thinks this is the prettiest he’s ever seen you and he knows that makes him a sick bastard but he doesn’t care..

“your gonna make me-” he quickly pulls your head away as he felt he was about to cum, “shit baby hollon we going back to my place”… you softly whine and he nods “i know baby i know” you sit up and get back in your seat and connie tucks himself back in before quickly pulling out the parking lot and speeding back home..

he pulls into the parking garage and he hops out and so do you, you softly slip of your heels and you walk on your tippy toes to the elevator, connie notices and quickly picks you up bridal style and you let out a sharp gasp and immediately you feel a bit insecure..

“put me down m’too heavy” you try to slip out of his hold..

connie looks down at you and softly smacks his teeth, “stop moving ma, i gotchu” you feel flustered and look away and you nervously chew on your lip and you quietly ride the elevator with him, it dings and he carries you to the door and taps his fob on the door and walks inside, he carrie’s you down the hall and too his room and he drops you on his bed..

he stands at the foot of his bed and stares down at you and you stare back, the tension in the room getting denser and denser, he smiles softly and pulls his phone out and soon after you hear music playing, through speaks all throughout his apartment.. he reaches behind him and pulls off his shirt, your soon met with all his tattoos you love and his gold chain dangling from his neck, you lie on your back slightly sitting up on your elbows and you watch him..

he grabs your legs and pulls you towards him and leans down and traps you between his arms, and softly drags his nose down your neck and presses soft kisses down the path “you want this?” he whispers, and you slowly wrap your legs around his waist “it’s my first time” you whisper back, realizing how intimate the situation has gotten “do you want me to be your first?” he asks looking at you hoping you’ll say yes..

you stare up at him nodding softly.. “words mama” he whispers tenderly as his lips hover over yours, “yes..i would love for you to be my first” and connie smiles the brightest smile you’ve seen from him and that makes your heart palpate.. you both are heading towards dangerous territory and you both don’t give one fuck..

he captures your lips in a deep.. passionate kiss, you both letting out the pent up emotions you’ve both been holding in, his rage and passion.. and his care and worry.. your fear and obsession.. and your love and care..

he pulls away from your lips and slowly moves down, he’s looking up at you.. head between your plush thighs and he softly kisses them.. you get flustered and shy feeling insecure but connie absolutely could not care less, he kisses and bites your thighs likes his last meal on earth, he presses a soft kiss to your waist and drags he knuckles softly down the slit of your panties where he can see your slick pooling, you twitch and let out soft whimpers and that’s music to his ears..

he presses a kiss to your clothed clit before pulling your panties down, watching a string of your wetness still attached to it and his dick throbs against his belt and he lets out and audible groan..

he spreads your thighs and spreads your lips with his fingers before dragging his tongue down your slit then up to your clit, you mouth drops and you let out a moan, you quickly reach down and grab his hair feeling your toes curl, your heart beats a bit faster and he grips your thighs and holds them down before he sucks and flicks he tongue over your clit, completely ravishing you.. he tongues moves quickly and with purpose he sucks, bites, spits in tandem, knowing exactly how to get you where he wants you, he watches your tight hole clench and leak out clear slick and it drives him crazy..

he slaps your pussy and you look at him and moan “you like that?” “hm?” he slaps it again and you let out a quiet sob.. loving the stinging pain “again please” you whine, and he does it again.. over and over until your sobbing.. he goes back to licking and sucking.. until your loose enough for him to slide one finger inside..your back arches and your eyes roll back “im gonna cum” you whimper out and you do.. you toes curl and your ears ring and a flash of white blurs your vison for a second..

connie watches the whole thing and nearly cums in his pants, the face you make the feeling of your clenching around his fingers drives him insane, you slowly come down from your high and connie sits up pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and stands up walking across the room and opening a drawer grabbing a box of condoms and walking back..

you look up at him “i want to feel you” you whisper and his eye snap towards you “you don’t want me to wear one?” “no” you say.. almost sounding like a plead.. “you comfortable taking plan b?” he asks wanting to do what you think is best..

“i don’t mind.. i just wanna feel you” that sends a ping in his heart and he nods and smiles softly, he climbs back on the bed and hovers between your legs, he leans forward kissing you and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.. “tell me if you need me to stop.. slow down.. anything aii?” “want you to enjoy this too” you smile and nod “i will” you whisper..

he leans back grabbing your legs and pulling them next to his waist, he grabs the base of his dick and softly rubs it up and down your slit and back and forth over your clit, you feel pangs of pleasure blooming all over you body, everywhere starting to become super sensitive and hot, and when he starts to push his dick inside, you bite back a scream.. your eyes water and connie keeps looking up at you.. his heart slightly breaking knowing your in pain but he keeps pushing inside.. he knows he’s big and he knows he gonna have to pace himself with you..

“you doing so good for me mama” he coos as he rubs your thigh, pushing the rest of himself inside and letting out a sigh.. “your gonna fucking kill me” he whispers to himself and leans forwards and starts slow and deep thrusts.. rolling his hips into you..

your mouth slightly agape, you feel dazed and you feel like the deepest itch has been scratched, connie feels your pussy throb and pulsate around his dick and he tucks his face in your neck letting out small whimpers.. a whispering all sorts of colorful language.

he starts picking up his pace, now pounding into you, the rhythmic sound of skin slapping together fills the room almost drowning out the music, “that feel good?” he coos “yea?” and you nod “so so good” you stutter out the best you can.. he can tell your almost fucked out and he’s barely started yet, poor thing he thinks to himself.. he pushes your thighs back so far that they reach your ears and slightly burn, and he pounds into you, at an abnormal pace,

“fuck fuck fuck” he spits out as he pounds into.. his body covered in sweat and his brows furrowed.. all you can do is moan and take it, it’s a complete sensory overload and you don’t know what to do, you reach for him and he leans down and whispers all sorts of nasty shit in your ear..

“fucking gonna take all this nut yea?”

“want me to fill you up? nasty bitch”

“taking this dick so good for me”

“all you needed was some dick mama, cs now your being the good girl i know you are”

every sentence makes your clench and tighten around him and you both get closer and closer to cumming..

all of sudden connie pulls out and flips you over, quickly slapping your ass “arch yo back f’me” he says and you do your best, raising your ass and curing your back and laying your pretty head on the bed softly reaching down and rubbing your clit to alleviate the pain coming from your sore hole..

connie slide himself back into you, holding your waist and pounding into you, your mouth drops and connie moans and kneads your ass, he pounds into you from behind, bullying his thick dick into you from behind as he looses his mind, muttering all sorts of incoherent shit, just trying to express in his equally fucked out mind how fucking good it feels..

you just a babbling mess “that feels so g-good”…

“pa i cant- shit~ you whimper out not knowing what to do or say, it feels so wet and full and good, you feel connie kissing your back and grabbing your ass and all you know is that you don’t want it to stop, you feel you belly feel full and warm and you know your about to cum soon and so is he, he picks up the pace and he bites his lip so hard he tastes blood and he feels you tighten so much around his dick he cums..

“FUCK” he spits out, while you whimper a soft “shit” and you cum together, juices and fluids mixing together making it even more sloppy that it already is, he’s still slowly pounding into you and you put your hand against his belly “s’to sensitive” you whimper out, and he twitches and slowly stops.. he pulls out off you and you shiver, your thighs shaking and you plop down on the bed, immediately feeling exhaustion taking over you..

connie kisses down your back and uses all his strength to get up and grab a towel for you, he softly wipes between your thighs and uses the same to wipe his dick, he pull off the crop top you both didn’t bother to take off and grabs one of his shirts and pulls it over you, he slips his boxers back on and plops on the bed next to you, he pulls you on his chest and softly rubs your back..

he softly rubs your cheek and he feels such a strong emotion take over him that he barely recognizes anymore, and he doesn’t want to admit to himself what it is, so he softly kisses your forehead and closes his eyes, falling asleep with you..

|a/n|

y’all writing smut is absolutely NOT for the weak, that’s why this release took so long cause i have to spend so long visualizing what i want them to actually be doing 😭 but i hope y’all like it fr.. and thanks girl for lil gun idea you ate fr 🩷

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[000-pawz]

mission p.s.h is a-go! (p.sh) ˚ · .

park sungho x fem!reader (she/her), college au, art major! reader, art major!sungho, reader is so lovesick, sungho is a nervous wreck, ft. lovingly-bothersome sidekick jaehyun + mom friend roommate yujin, shy extrovert sungho, not so shy extrovert reader <3, mutual pining, puppy love, first kisses, jaehyun has a lot of piercings because why not, the world is your wingman, a story about friendship and first loves!!!!, romantic comedy

warnings: suggestive scene (mdni pleek), some sex jokes, cursing, drinking

wc: 11.3k+

playlist ⋆｡˚ "a girl like me" by flowerovlove, "wishlist" by txt, "stylish" by loona, "blooming in the morning" by spool, "serenade" by boynextdoor

a/n: i have been working on this for.... forever..... >3< but it's finally here!!! <3 happy bonedo first anniversary to all who celebrate! also tysm for 100+ followers!!! ^___^ ur support means everything to me. i had so much fun writing this and i hope you guys have even more fun reading!!!

DEAR DIARY

11:44 a.m | weather: partly cloudy

dear diary,

so today has already gone to absolute shit!!!! i missed my morning lecture because i forgot to put my phone on the charger so it fucking died in the middle of the night and then i realized that my period started 4 days early and i ran out of pain killers and i didn’t have any time to stop by the health center and get some but even if i’m physically dying and rotting away, i HAVE to get my usual chai tea with three pumps vanilla and 1 pump brown sugar but THEN i dropped my chai tea with three pumps vanilla and 1 pump brown sugar in the middle of the courtyard and i was already late to my next class so i didn’t have time to go back and get another one and then i finally make it to fucking studio arts and my usual spot is taken by some sleeping rando who ISN’T EVEN IN THIS CLASS. WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE??? so then i was forced to sit in the back of class and use that stupid squeaky easel that literally wobbles when you BREATHE on it and all of this happened BEFORE 12 O’CLOCK!!!! now i’m—

“watcha writing?” an all too playful voice sounds right behind you, way too close for comfort and you don’t even bother to look up—you already know who it is by the irritating jingle of his dangly jewelry and the snicker that bubbles out of his throat at your annoyed expression.

“fuck off, jaehyun,” you mumble as you continue to recount your horrible day while you wait for the first layer of paint on your easel to dry, the obnoxiously hot pink pen in your hand scribbling ferociously against the white page of your diary. you hear another irksome laugh leave his body before the chair beside you squeaks as someone pulls it out.

“shh, don’t disturb her. she’s poetically releasing her emotions...” out the corner of your eye, you see yujin glance down at your page before slightly wincing, setting her watercolors down on the table slowly. “or something…”

jaehyun takes a seat at the table in front of you, sitting backward in his chair to take a closer look at what you’re writing—any semblance of privacy was long dismissed once you became friends with the two at the beginning of the school year. freshman move-in day had been possibly one of the worst experiences of your life, all thanks to the maltipoo puppy jaehyun tried to sneak into the residence hall and yujin’s immense fear of dogs. you guys have been inseparable since. 

trauma bonding, you think.

jaehyun flicks some of his brown hair out of his vision as his face contorts into something sour. “woah, when did the grinch take over your body?”

yujin scoots away and jaehyun raises his hands in surrender as you suddenly slam your diary shut, mentally rolling your eyes at their antics. 

“woah, when will you learn to stay out of my business?” you shoot towards jaehyun with the straightest face ever, his lips frowning as you slide your diary off of the table and into your bag. 

“hey, don’t take your anger out on me, grumpy pants.” 

and that just so happens to be your final straw—like those mundane moments where you’re having the worst day known to man and then all of a sudden your key doesn’t want to fit in the keyhole and now you want to rip your door off of the hinges—and jaehyun is now that door. you lunge at the pierced man, going straight for his jugular, but yujin is quick to wrap her arms around your waist, pulling you back down into your seat as she shushes you. 

“breathe, y/n, breathe,” yujin speaks in her exaggerated yoga instructor voice, the deep one that makes her sound like she’s high on shrooms. you close your eyes, forcing yourself to think of kittens and rainbows as your shoulders slowly untense. “there we go. smell the tulips and blow out the candles. that’s right. smell the tulips and blow out the—”

“why can’t they be roses?”

your eyes immediately snap open like a vampire at the smell of blood, meeting jaehyun’s highly entertained and highly aggravating expression.

“jaehyun, we talked about this. tulips smell better than ro—”

yujin’s voice is drowned out in your ears once a tall, raven-haired figure strolls into the studio. everything in the background fades to a blur as he makes his way to his usual sketching table, just a few seats away from where you reside. from here, you have a perfect view of his side profile, the sunlight streaming through the open windows lighting up his face heavenly. 

any anger in your body dissipates on the spot.

he’s wearing a baby blue knit sweater—the same sweater he wore on tuesday last week (...not that you remember or anything!)—with baggy light-washed jeans that adorn a little eevee pokemon charm hanging from his front belt loop. the black converse on his feet match yours and you try not to squeal at the slight prospect of a couple's outfit. slung over his body is the green satchel that he seems to take everywhere with him, filled to the brim with notebooks and art supplies. 

his black hair is messy and a little longer than the last time you have seen him. it curls over his eyebrows and down his neck, some tucked behind his naturally flushed ears. his eyelashes are so full, and even though his eyes are slightly obscured by the thin, circular glasses that sit on his nose, you can still make out the delicate shadow they cast onto his doughy cheeks. you wonder if he has a skincare routine from how smooth his skin looks, almost picture-esque as the sunrays illuminate a halo above his head. you swear a chorus of angels begin to sing in your ears.

he’s taking out his sketchpad now, and you watch the way he adjusts his glasses ever so slightly before lining up his charcoal pencils in order of point size next to his page. you’ve never gotten to see his art up close, but you’ve picked up on the fact his medium has always been a pencil of some sort—let it be graphite, pigmented colors, carbon—and you crave to see what his nimble fingers can create. his lips are pressed into a thin line as he completely submerges himself into that little bubble you notice he goes into when he starts to draw. 

you think he looks the most handsome when he’s immersed like this.

you don’t realize you’re staring until you blink and register that park sungho, aka the man of your dreams, aka the most gorgeous person to ever walk these streets, aka an angel from above, is staring directly at you. with this new angle, you can fully see his pouted heart-shaped lips and slightly puffy face—he must’ve just woken up. he’s so perfect, in every way possible. your heart nearly crawls up your throat as he sends a tiny smile your way, his eyes bunching up cutely at the corners. you almost raise your hand to wave back before a voice cuts through your dazed state.

“hey, sungho!” jaehyun calls, waving his hand frantically, the many bracelets on his wrists jingling with the movement; and said sungho waves in response, contained and shy, before turning his attention back to his sketchpad. while you’re slightly disappointed that sungho hadn’t been looking at you, you mentally thank jaehyun for saving you from could’ve-been detrimental embarrassment. 

you slightly deflate, slumping back down into your chair with a tiny huff—and jaehyun watches you from beginning to end, a knowing look in his eyes. 

“look, y/n’s upset her little boobie bear didn’t—”

this time, you grab your barbie-esque pen and chuck it squarely at jaehyun’s nose, the plastic clinking against his nose ring. you hear yujin giggling from beside you, jaehyun shooting her a hopeless look of betrayal.

“you set yourself up for that one, myung,” she speaks before she gets up to fill her paint cup with water. jaehyun rolls his eyes with a scoff, quickly turning his attention back to you—much to your dismay.

“you should try to talk to him. he’s really nice, trust me,” jaehyun suggests with a little wiggle of his eyebrows, not-so-subtly nodding his head in sungho’s direction. your eyes can’t help but trail back over to the tall man’s frame, nearly swooning at the way he pushes his glasses up his nose with his pinky finger, squinting his eyes slightly despite the lenses as his pencil glides across the paper like a ballerina. 

fuck, he’s so cute. you want to die.

“i don’t even think he knows my name,” you sigh, almost dreamily as you spectate from afar. the way he readjusts his grip on the pencil every few seconds, and the way his knee bounces unrhythmically under the table, his pokemon charm shaking with the movement. his bottom lip is caught in between his teeth now and you’re sure you might pass out as he reaches up to run his fingers through his hair, the fluffy locks falling back into place slowly as they nearly defy gravity. 

oh, park sungho. you don’t know how perfect you are.

“girl, you look like a stalker,” yujin appears beside you once again, multiple watercolor brushes knocking against each other as they swim in her now water-filled cup. it’s your turn to glare this time, crossing your arms over your chest as you manage to slump even further in your seat—you aren’t sure how you haven’t fallen to the floor yet.

“i can’t help it! just… look at him,” you whine pitifully, trying to keep your voice down as you glance at him one last time. yup, still gorgeous.

jaehyun groans loudly from his spot, his bracelets clanking as he grips his hair with both hands.

“i am going to bash my head into this table if you don’t speak to him. i don’t know how much more sungho mushy-gushy talk i can take,” he complains, his eyes wide and faux-crazed as he lightly tugs his hair. he looks stupid as hell—you’ve always thought jaehyun resembles the annoying orange.

“that’s if sungho doesn’t decide to run away before she can even open her mouth.”

and there it goes. the real reason why you’ve never gotten the chance to speak to your puppy-love crush. 

it’s a strange phenomenon actually, the way park sungho seems to avoid you like the plague. at first, you thought he was just incredibly shy. maybe he had chronic social anxiety, in which, you wouldn’t blame him at all—you were the exact same way before you got to college, so it would make perfect sense. he’s just a shy, shy guy who doesn’t intend on making small talk; and that would’ve been just fine with you.

but then you saw him interact with like… everyone else in the entire world, and decided to rule out that option because—what? he shows up to every single birthday party he’s invited to, says hi to all of his friends as he passes them on campus, and he even complimented your brooding english professor’s tie once! so there’s no way park sungho doesn’t know how to interact with other humans.

it’s just you. he doesn’t want to interact with you.

not to be selfish and arrogant or anything, but it’s truly a huge blow to your pride. you’ve always considered yourself to be a pretty likable person—maybe a little off-kilter, but not to the point where it literally makes people pack up their things and leave as soon as you enter the room. and yes, sungho has done that before. 

so now you’re stuck in this predicament where you can’t go one night without falling asleep to the idea of holding park sungho’s lovely hand and kissing his squishy cheek and touching his luscious hair, when—in truth, horrible, horrible truth—this exact park sungho doesn’t even want to see your face.

once snapped back into reality, the realization rebirths all of your anger—at the world, at yourself, at sungho “loml” park. yujin mumbles out a little half-assed apology that you completely dismiss and jaehyun snickers as he rises to a stand, throwing something over his shoulder about how he all of a sudden has a sculpture he needs to get started on before he disappears from your sight.

he doesn’t even know how to sculpt.

when you look up, you see jaehyun giving sungho a little goodbye pat on the back, in which sungho returns with a little “see you later” and a smile that bunches his cheeks up like bread rolls. damn you park sungho and your adorable, adorable cheeks.

this is definitely going in your diary tonight.

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or at least you thought it would be going in your diary tonight.

because currently, as of 7:28 pm local time, you can’t seem to find that sparkly pink journal anywhere. 

you checked your tote bag, yujin’s bag, jaehyun’s giant pockets, under your seat in the art studio, the cafeteria, and even asked around hoping someone’s heard of it through word-of-mouth—and yet, nothing. no sign of your journal at all.

if you were thinking rationally, you would have maybe thought to check your dorm room. you did end up having lunch in there with the blinds closed after your shitty day and the overwhelming need to disappear from society. or, you might have left it in your french language class because you had pulled it out mid lecture to complain about your horrible view from the very back row. it might have even fell out on your bus ride to the small dimsum restaurant located on the outskirts of your campus. 

but you have been on the edge of snapping since the very moment you woke up this morning, and if you thought jaehyun’s little quips earlier brought you to your limit, then losing your diary now broke the meter.

you glumly take a seat on an unoccupied bench outside of the arts building, trying your best to hold in your tears at the absolute wreck this day has become. no chai tea, early period, squeaky easel, park sungho not even knowing your name—

“um, y/n?”

as soon as the first tear rolls down your cheek, your hear that all too familiar voice in your ears, a tall shadow blocking the slight rays of the moon in the distance. everything feels unreal, almost hallucinatory as your lift your head to see the man of all your dreams standing right in front of you with a shy smile on his perfect, perfect face.

as soon as he locks eyes with you though, his smile falters, his lips turning down into one of the softest frowns you’ve ever seen grace such an angelic face. snapping yourself out of your mini daze, you reach up with the sleeve of your jacket to quickly wipe your eyes. 

not now tear ducts! the love of your life is in your vicinity! and he knows your name!

“hey, sungho! hi,” you rush out in one breath, hoping your voice isn’t too shaky. 

“are you…” sungho’s question starts off as a small mumble, but he quickly cuts himself off with a tiny shake of his head.  “n-nevermind. i just wanted to give this to you.”

you watch him as he digs around in his green satchel for a second before pulling out something bright pink, the street lights reflecting off of the sparkles. you feel your heart leap in your chest at the sight, jumping up from your seat.

“my journal! oh my god, thank you! where did you find it?” you quickly speak as sungho passes you your journal.

“it was in the art studio. i promise i didn’t read any of it so… yea.” 

his fingers lightly brush yours for a split second and the end of his sentence falters a bit. you try not to read into it, but this moment is definitely, for sure going in your journal tonight. your first ever, longer-than-30-seconds encounter with the love of your life. totally disregarding the fact that he saw you crying… 

you clutch the notebook to your chest as you give him a bright beam, trying to keep all of the squealing and fawning locked away in your mind. sungho looks incredibly gorgeous in the low ray of evening lights, strands of his shiny hair tucked behind his ear and falling over his forehead. as the wind blows, you’re able to get a whiff of the sweet cologne he always wears, vanilla and another hidden tone that mixes perfectly.

“thank you, sungho. really, thank you.” your voice is soft as you meet his sparkling eyes; they’re deep and mesmerizing, glittering with stardust as he mirrors your smile. he nods ever so slightly before gripping his satchel strap with both of his hands.

“um, yea. it’s no problem,” he speaks through a small puff of nervous laughter. you’re surprised you haven't melted to the ground in a puddle of love-ridden goo yet. “have a good night.” 

“you too!” you say a little too enthusiastically. sungho simply nods again before he turns on his heel to leave towards the direction he came in. suddenly, he stops, turning back around to face you.

“i… my dorm is that way,” he rushes out before speedwalking past you without giving you a second glance. you hold back a giggle at his cute slip up, covering your mouth with your hand.  

he. is. so. cute. you want to scream the words to the sky. as soon as sungho disappears around the corner, you wip out your phone, your heart pounding in your chest.

to: dumb and dumber

guys. you’ll never fucking guess what just happened.

MISSION P.S.H

6:15 a.m | weather: clear skies

dear diary,

i dreamt of him. again. please kill me already.

“...and then i was like what? because that was the same guy i hooked up with last week!” yujin spills as she dramatically reenacts her encounter at some party she went to last night. you’re having lunch with your friends in the courtyard, the chatter of students, bikes, and overhead planes mixing with the warm breeze.

“i told you he was a fuckboy. and then you called me an annoying virgin,” jaehyun deadpans as he takes a bite out of his sandwich, shrugging his shoulders. you laugh at their bickering from the other side of the table, looking back down at your journal where you are currently doodling the scene in front of you, but with yujin and jaehyun as cats.

yujin rolls her eyes, opening her mouth to rebuttal, but she stops herself as her eyes catch onto something over your shoulder. you watch as her eyes widen toward you, immediately catching onto what that stare means.

‘park sungho incoming. act normal!’

you sit up straighter, trying to act nonchalant as sungho strolls up to your table. as naturally as possible, you lift your gaze toward him, your breath catching in your throat as soon as your eyes lock onto his figure.

today, he’s in a simple white t-shirt, zip-up, and jeans with his classic green satchel, but to you, he looks other-worldly. the sun shines brightly above his head, casting a spotlight onto him as if he were standing solo on a stage. you envision red rose petals falling around him in slow motion as he blinks, his long eyelashes tickling his cheeks with the movement. his skin is slightly flushed from the humid air, his lips full and plush as a smile stretches across his perfect face. 

he’s going to be the death of me, you think, holding back a dreamy sigh.

“i brought those references you asked for,” sungho directs towards jaehyun with his silky smooth voice, reaching into his satchel to pull out a blue folder of papers. you get deja vu, recalling the way his fingers brushed yours last night (and yes, you recapped the moment to yujin and jaehyun at least three times since then.)

“oh, thanks bro! i totally forgot about these,” jaehyun speaks, grabbing the folder from sungho’s perfect hands. “hey, are you still going to riwoo’s party on saturday?”

“yeah, i’ll be there. see you then?” 

“yup! i’m dragging these two along with me.” sungho nods with a small smile before his eyes catch onto yujin.

“your shirt is dope, yujin. i love that band,” sungho compliments and yujin quickly jumps into a recap of how she went to their concert last week. sungho says something about him also being there with a friend and all of it goes through one ear and out of the other. “anyways, i’ll see you guys around.”

sungho gives your table one last smile, his eyes catching onto yours for a split second before he merges off into the crowd of students. the table is silent for a few beats and both of your friends turn their eyes to you, just waiting for you to say something. you sigh as you stare off into the direction sungho disappeared in, resting your cheek in your palm.

“is he avoiding me? he has to be avoiding me… like he talks to you guys but pretends like i’m not even there!” you speak through a dejected pout. yujin eyes you with something akin to pity, completely contrasting jaehyun whose face is decorated with an annoying smile. 

“it’s ‘cause he’s afraid that if he looks you in the eyes, you might eat his soul.”

you completely disregard jaehyun’s comment, running through all of the possible explanations for his behavior in your mind. does he have a secret partner? or maybe he doesn’t like the smell of your perfume? what if he thinks you are butt-fuck ugly and a pain to look at? no… it’s definitely not that. you remind yourself to give your reflection an apology when you get back to your dorm. 

your eyes slowly increase in size as you sit up, a eureka moment taking over your train of thought. the gasp that leaves your lips is a little too loud for a public, communal space, but it doesn’t even register in your brain. 

you’ve got it all figured out.

“guys…” you start ominously, smiling widely at your friends as you brace your hands on the table. “i think he’s playing hard to get.”

jaehyun and yujin stare at you half-incredulously and half-amused, a puff of laughter even passing through jaehyun’s lips while yujin has to turn away to muffle her giggles.

“yu, i think she’s finally lost it.”

you shake your head quickly. “no, no, guys, it all makes sense. i caught him staring at me in class once—”

“anyone would stare if they saw a free-roaming demon in a college art course.”

“jaehyun, i will literally cut your tongue off.”

jaehyun pouts his snakebite-accented lips, turning to yujin with pleading eyes as he gestures towards you on the other side of the table. “did you hear her? that’s actually a threat this time. a real threat.”

yujin sighs, half-heartedly patting jaehyun’s shoulder twice to console him before giving her full attention to you. 

“y/n… i think it’s time to have ‘the talk’.”

you blink blankly at yujin before glancing over at jaehyun who is nodding along to said woman’s words, a playfully solemn look on his face.

“what ‘talk’?... look, if this is about sex, i already know how babies are made so…”

“no, no, not that talk. the park sungho talk,” yujin explains, reaching across the table to place her hand on top of yours. this feels like some weird group therapy session, and to be honest, your best friends are really starting to creep you out in the way that they seem to communicate silently through their eyes.

what the fuck is going on?

“let me explain it to you in simple terms,” jaehyun sits up straight before dramatically clearing his throat. “park sungho plus girlfriend equals no-no. nada. never happened. park sungho plus crush equals ‘AHHHHHHHHH! THE WORLD IS ENDING!’. park sungho see you. park sungho ‘AHHHHHHH!!!!’”

jaehyun shouts in a high-pitched girly voice before doing a little running away motion, covering his eyes as he pretends to tremble before going back to normal.

now it’s time for both you and yujin to stare blankly at jaehyun—the latter looks incredibly proud of himself nonetheless, his chest puffed out confidently after his little performance. you slowly turn your gaze to yujin’s figure, motioning towards jaehyun next to her.

“can i get a translation or something…?”

yujin sighs before flicking jaehyun’s nose ring, resulting in a drowned out complaint about the both of you “teaming up on him” or whatever. you both don’t pay him any mind though—you have bigger things to worry about, such as—

“basically, what he’s trying to say is that sungho has a crush on you, but he’s scared because he’s never had a girlfriend before and he freaks out around you. so he… flees like a little baby rabbit when you’re near him,” yujin concludes with a bright smile, clasping her hands together.

okay.

okay.

this is not what you were expecting to hear during your wednesday afternoon lunch break. everything you’ve ever known, everything you’ve forced yourself to believe comes crumbling down all at once. 

park sungho has a crush on you.

park sungho has a crush on you.

wait.

“and no one has thought to tell me this until now?” you breathe out, your eyes as wide as saucers. jaehyun shrugs, picking up his sandwich to take a bite.

“well, it’s kind of something we found out like today,” jaehyun speaks through a mouthful of lettuce and bacon, yujin nodding along next to him. 

“you know han taesan from our literature class?” yujin asks, leaning towards you as she lowers her voice. you search your fried brain for any familiarity, humming in thought for a second before it clicks.

“the one who dresses like a wannabe kurt cobain?”

“yes, him. so basically, sungho confessed to him about his crush on you. and jaehyun and i, who were magically sitting behind mr. han, just so happened to accidentally see their text messages. so. yeah,” yujin explains.

the silence is loud.

“so what i’m hearing is you guys violated someone’s privacy and now you’re telling me their classified business?” you speak, blinking blankly between then.

“...yes?” jaehyun replies slowly with a guilty smile. you look at them for a few seconds before reaching your hands out for highfives. 

“i knew i could trust you guys,” you affirm as you double highfive them both, jaehyun letting out a little woop woop. “so, what do i do now? i obviously can’t just walk right up to him and ask him out. i’m gonna need a plan if i’m ever going to get him to willingly talk to me.”

“oh, i’m already ten steps ahead of you, babygirl. mission p.s.h is a-go,” jaehyun declares, pulling out his phone. you tilt your head in pure confusion and you’re sure the crinkle between your brows is apparent. 

“mission p—what?”

jaehyun sighs with exasperation—as if you were the cause of all of his troubles in the world—before placing his phone on the table. “mission park sungho. come on, let’s use our head, idiot.”

“i will smash your head into—”

“you will do none of those things,” yujin interrupts with a stern motherly glare before turning to jaehyun. “now can you explain this mission park sungho thing because…?”

jaehyun rolls his eyes before leaning back in his seat with a sly smile on his lips.

“i began working on it last night and i was going to show you guys when i finished, but we’re in a dire, dire situation.” jaehyun sends you dramatically sympathetic eyes and you stick your tongue out at him in return. “it’s simple, really. we just set the bait, and like the little baby rabbit he is, he’ll bite the carrot. then, once our handy work is done, y/n and sungho will live happily ever after in their fairy princess castle. it’s foolproof.”

jaehyun concludes with a triumphant smile before he slowly slides his phone over towards you like a suspicious dealer. you raise a brow at him, but take the phone anyways.

“phase one, get his attention. so just like… get him jealous?” you ask, cocking your head. jaehyun nods quickly in response, his hair bouncing like an overly excited puppy.

“mhm, yup! i know a guy who’s perfect for this.”

“that sounds… sketchy… but a good idea nonetheless.” you squint your eyes a bit as you continue reading the almost illegible notes app ramble. “and then phase two…”

“get him alone. he’s going to be at riwoo’s party, right? right?” you and yujin nod in response. “so we find a way to get him and y/n alone so they can… you know…” jaehyun does some weird, obscure motion with his fingers and yujin gently places her hand on top of his to stop it immediately.

“this is literally phase two, myungjae. slow down,” yujin chastises before turning to you. “what do you think, y/n?”

“we may need to tweak phase two a bit, but this looks… surprisingly safe…” you mutter as you read through the plan once again. “why is phase three just a bunch of question marks and thinking emojis…?”

“i didn’t get to finish it. i had more important things to tend to last night,” jaehyun smiles menacingly. yujin gags and you groan, rolling your eyes.

“i don’t even wanna know,” you say, trying to clear your mind of whatever the hell he meant by that. 

“i guess we’ll just figure something out when we get there?” yujin suggests, looking between you two for approval. you nod in agreement because, well, you’re running out of options here. sungho is one of the world’s most desirable bachelors! you can’t just wait around for another girl to come by and woo him. you need to get to work asap.

“don’t worry. i’ll come up with something. they don’t call me myungstein for nothing,” jaehyun runs his fingers through his hair cockily, trying to subtly flex his nonexistent muscles.

“literally no one… no one calls you that…” you trail off but keep the rest of your words to yourself. you owe it to him for making up this plan in the first place.

at this point, you’re going to run out of pages in your journal before the year ends.

PHASE ONE: GET HIS ATTENTION (easy enough, right?)

11:37 a.m | weather: sunny with a nice breeze

dear diary,

i’ve decided to listen to myung jaehyun for once. i apologize in advance to my future self. i’m desperate okay?!?!?!

“remember what we practiced?” jaehyun whispers to you as you stand outside of the campus cafe where sungho works. yujin is already stationed inside of the cafe to make sure everything goes well. through the big glass window, you see her sitting in the corner with a comically large newspaper and sunglasses sitting low on her nose. not suspicious at all.

“yes. flirt with that guy with the luscious hair and make sure sungho hears,” you recite the exact words jaehyun had told you on your walk here. jaehyun gives you an affirmative hum, dropping his hand onto your shoulder.

“okay, let’s practice right now. pretend i’m luscious hair guy,” you open your mouth to argue, but jaehyun is already getting into character, dramatically running his fingers through his hair, slipping a cartoonish shmoulder on his face. “hey, pretty lady.”

“jaehyun, that’s gross. no.”

“who’s jaehyun? is he your boyfriend? of course a beauty like you would already be taken,” he speaks in a low voice before biting his lip in the least seductive way possible.

you try not to gag at his words, shrugging his hand off of your shoulder. “i’m going in now. bye.” 

drowning out jaehyun’s objections, you open the door of the cafe, the little bells above the door jingling with the movement. your eyes scan the cafe for a second before they land on a familiar figure making small talk with some guy as he serves him coffee. he looks so handsome in his work uniform, a white button-up and brown slacks with a matching brown apron. his hair is a little curlier than usual and he has on his glasses again today. 

you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing this every day. maybe you should come to this cafe more often.

you try to calm the frantic beating of your heart as you give yujin a curt nod. she gives you one back before ducking behind the newspaper again. it’s go time.

it doesn’t take you long to spot “luscious hair guy”, seeing as he’s currently working the front register. he’s tall and attractive, the perfect bait. honestly, you have no idea what jaehyun bribed him with to get him to go with your plan, and honestly, you don’t really want to know. 

you quickly adjust your clothes as you walk up to the counter. luscious hair guy’s eyes lock onto yours and you offer him an affable smile.

“hi!” you greet brightly before leaning in to quickly whisper the code word “p.s.h”. luscious hair guy nods quickly in recognition before the both of you get into character.

“hello! what can i get for you today?” he asks with a glimmering smile, leaning forward in interest. you pretend to think, tapping your lips as you glance up at the menu.

“hm… i’ve never been here before… what do you recommend?” you ask with a (hopefully) flirtatious smile. just then, you notice sungho slip behind the counter to put some dishes away, his eyes widening once he sees your face. it takes less than two seconds for him to duck his head away, turning his back to you as he frantically begins organizing some mugs. 

“the vanilla caramel latte is really good,” leehan suggests, shooting you an award winning smile. someone get this guy a oscar!

“then i’ll get that,” you dramatically glance down at his name tag. “thanks, leehan.”

over the tall man’s shoulder, you notice sungho inconspicuously walk over to the front counter, his eyes flickering over to the both of you for a split second. he busies himself by adjusting the pastry display, but you can see him definitely listening in on your conversation.

“i’m sorry if this sounds odd, but you have a really beautiful smile,” leehan compliments shyly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. you gasp before letting out a small giggle.

“wow, thank you!” you breathe out, blinking up at leehan coyly. “you’re pretty cute yourself.”

“that means a lot coming from a pretty girl like you.” in your peripheral, you see sungho slightly tense up, his entire body stilling for a moment. “i’ll get that right out for you.”

at those words words, sungho abruptly stands up, nearly slamming the display shut before going to wipe down tables. leehan smiles at you once sungho’s back is turned to the both of you, trying to hold in his laughter.

“he’s upset,” leehan mouths, nodding his head towards sungho who is currently aggressively scrubbing an already stainless table. perfect.

you head over to a vacant table, a few away from yujin, but still close enough to whisper “i think it’s working”. yujin lowers her sunglasses with a manicured nail, glancing over at sungho who is aggressively scrubbing another table; his lips are pouted and his eyebrows are slightly furrowed. she turns back to you with a knowing look, nodding her head.

you scroll on your phone for a bit, making sure to update jaehyun who had a presentation this afternoon. you’re sure that if he were free, he’d be in a wig and spectacles, adorned in a trench coat and briefcase right there with yujin. maybe his absence is for the better.

a few minutes later, you hear that all too familiar, lovely voice flow through the quiet buzz of the cafe. you look up from your phone to see leehan moving to plate your order with sungho hot on his heels.

“leehan, i can take that order for you,” sungho speaks, his gentle voice a little sharper around the edges. you see leehan brush him off with a warm smile, adjusting the mug on the tray.

“oh, it’s okay, i’ve got it,” he says, but sungho quickly cuts him off.

“no, no, i insist. really.” sungho gives leehan a tight-lipped smile before shooing him off to take another order. your eyes widen, quickly turning toward yujin who’s wiggling her eyebrows at you over the newspaper.

“it worked!” she mouths. you hide your smile behind your hand as you nod quickly before looking down at your phone to text jaehyun.

to: dumber

the fish has landed in the hole. or however that goes

when you finally look back up, sungho is making his way over to you, his bottom lip cutely caught between his teeth.

“oh, hi sungho!” you greet when he stops at your table, awkwardly holding the tray in front of his chest. 

“hi, y/n. uh, here you go.” sungho gives you a shaky smile and you resist the urge to coo. he’s so cute, in the way his hands shake slightly as he lowers the mug and a slice of strawberry cake onto the table.

“oh, i didn’t order the cake!” you say, meeting his eyes. sungho nervously laughs as he tucks the now empty tray under his arm.

“it’s… um, it’s on the house,” he messily motions towards your table before gluing his arms back to his sides. “everything is.”

“really? you’re so sweet, sungho. thank you.” you think you are going to float out of your seat. he quickly looks away from your gaze after your compliment, redirecting his eyes to his shoes. his ears are slightly blushed on the tips, his circular glasses slipping down his nose slightly.

“don’t mention it,” he mumbles, his cheeks dusted an apple red that match his ears.  “also, your um… your outfit is really nice.”

yup. you’re definitely floating.

“thank you so much! you look nice, too. i mean, you look nice in everything,” you giggle, watching the way sungho’s wide eyes shoot up to yours. he looks like a surprised kitten with the way his black curls fall into his face at the sudden movement. you get the sudden urge to gently brush them away, but you remind yourself of proper etiquette and keep your hands to yourself.

“that’s… that’s not true, but thank you,” he speaks quietly. you open your mouth to rebuttal, but sungho simply gives you a quick nod and scurries off back to the counter. you can’t even be disappointed this time—that little interaction was enough to feed your delusions for the next month and a half.

as soon as sungho makes it back behind the counter, you see him drop his head into his hands in embarrassment, shaking his head. leehan comes up behind him to give him a pat on the back, trying to hold in his laughter. the luscious haired guy gives you a thumbs up over sungho’s shoulder and you shoot him one back with a wide smile. mission accomplished, you guess as you take a bite of the fluffy cake. 

so sweet.

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5:14 p.m | weather: ANGELS SINGING FROM ABOVE

dear diary,

park sungho wrote his number on the napkin. i have park sungho's number. he gave me his number. we're sooooo back.

PHASE TWO: GET HIM ALONE (and not in the creepy way!!!)

if there was one thing about your best friends, it would be how hard they party. it’s not like you were a prude or anything—definitely not that—but these two took parties to a different level. you aren’t sure how long you’ve been dancing in between jaehyun and yujin, squeezed between other sweaty bodies as the music thrums through your veins. jaehyun’s hands are on your hips and yujin’s arms are wrapped around your shoulders as you laugh with your head thrown back, letting loose. there is no room to be shy when it comes to partying with them.

your friend riwoo went all out for this end of the semester party, it seems. he rented out a beach house that sits right along the shore and you’re pretty sure he invited more than half of your entire university. you already greeted the host with hugs and small talk before you went straight for the drinks. as the song playing through the speakers comes to an end, the dj announces that fireworks are going off at the beach at 2 a.m, so people start stumbling and filing out of the house to see the pretty lights and colors.

“you wanna get another drink?” yujin shouts into your ear and you nod quickly. you definitely aren’t drunk enough—especially for what you guys have planned tonight. phase two.

“i’m gonna go find sungho,” jaehyun manages to say in his already drunken state before disappearing into the crowd, greeting at least 3 people as he makes his way through. you grab yujin’s hand to tug her toward the nearly vacant kitchen. most of the drinks are outside at the beach, but this is all a part of the plan. you rummage around in the fridge hoping to find anything to calm your nerves.

“calm down, y/n. you look like you’re going to explode,” yujin laughs from behind you, leaning against the marble island.

“because i am. i’ve never been alone with him before. what if i say something stupid?” you whine, still searching for anything that isn’t soda or juice.

“...like you always do?” yujin quips back quickly. you pause to give her a tiny glare over your shoulder before you deflate, turning back to the fridge.

“...fair. but still! i really don’t want to mess this up,” you sigh. as if the fridge itself has begun to pity you, you end up finding something tucked away near the back, though you’re freaking out too much to even read the label. with a shrug, you uncap it and drink straight from the bottle.

“you got this. remember, he already likes you. i don’t think he can be saved at this point.”

“you’re right,” you say, looking down at your heels, but once her words fully process in your tipsy mind, your head snaps right back up “wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means that all you have to be is yourself. we’re all rooting for you!” yujin rushes over to plant a kiss on your cheek before patting your head. “now, i have an appointment upstairs, so i’ll see you later! keep me updated!”

“wait, yujin!” you call, but she’s already slipped right through your fingers. you huff as she disappears around the corner, her menacing giggles fading into the music like an evil villain. whatever. you have more important things to worry about right now—such as sungho entering the kitchen not even a beat later looking otherworldly.

your fingers nearly slip on the neck of the bottle as your eyes lock onto each other’s. sungho looks good. and by good, you mean you-want-to-jump-his-bones-right-here-right-now good. 

his usually messy hair is pushed back and out of his face, a few strands falling onto his forehead. he’s ditched his glasses and his eyes look even more sharp and enticing like this—as if he’s staring straight into your soul. he’s wearing a cropped black tee with jeans, adorning multiple silver necklaces that shine against his skin. his soft lips are glossy from the drink in his hands, his cheek slightly flushed from the alcohol.

you’ve never seen him look like this before. the cute park sungho you’re so used to is somewhere dead in a ditch right now. god.

you can’t even speak as he shoots you a smile, his eyes softening with familiarity.

“hey,” he says, his gaze flickering to the bottle in your hands. “you alright there?”

you look down at your hands, quickly moving to place the bottle on the counter behind you with a guilty smile.

“yeah—yeah, no, i’m great. perfect, actually.” you find yourself stumbling over your own words. if you thought you weren’t drunk enough to handle this before, now you think you are too drunk to even process the sight in front of you.

“why’re you in here alone? everyone’s heading down to the beach,” sungho says as he rounds the island. 

he has to be drunk, if not for the way he so boldly rakes his eyes over your body without shame. you swallow, blinking up at him. you can see him very obviously checking you out, his eyes running up the expanse of your exposed legs to the hem of your mini dress. he’s not too close, but you can still smell his vanilla-and-something-secret cologne with the proximity. you feel yourself grow weak in the knees, reaching back to hold onto the counter behind you. 

“i could be asking you the same thing,” you shoot back, trying to regain your confidence as you catch his eyes. sungho lets out of a puff of laughter, dropping his gaze for a second before looking back up at you. you feel your heart catch in your throat at the way his eyelashes flutter so beautiful, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip absentmindedly.

“i guess i was looking for you,” he speaks quietly, so sincerely that you aren’t sure if he knows the effect he has on you right now. 

“well, i’m here now,” you mumble back. 

“yeah. you are.”

the silence in between you guys is incredibly heavy, dripping with unsaid words and you can’t seem to find any of them. they all feel stuck in your throat as sungho’s eyes flicker in between yours. for once, he’s not the first one to break eye contact—and you even watch as he takes a few steps closer to you until he’s standing directly in front of you. 

“y/n…” he whispers, leaning down so only you can hear him. his hair tickles your face and you find yourself frozen, unable to move. “can i… can i kiss you?”

okay, he’s definitely drunk. but so are you, so you have nothing to lose.

“yes. please,” you whisper back and he’s on you before you can even blink.

sungho’s lips are as plush and sweet as you imagined them to be. he tastes of the fruity alcohol that sits in his now abandoned cup,your stomach flipping as he gently works his lips against yours. one of his hands comes up to cup your cheek, and you notice his fingers slightly shaking against your skin. even when he’s like this, he’s still so cute, it drives you crazy.

you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you until your bodies are pressed flush against each other. you tangle your fingers into his hair and at your actions, he softly sighs, falling into you even more. you swallow all of his noises as you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip for permission; pliantly, he parts his lips for you, a quiet moan leaving his lips when you slightly tug on his hair.

you feel his strong arm circle around your waist, his fingers splayed out against the fabric of your thin dress. you’re wrapped up in his scent, an all encompassing mantra of sungho, sungho, sungho filling your brain. he handles you gently, but so desperately as he licks into your mouth, his teeth grazing over your lips.

you can’t help the noises leaving your mouth as he subconsciously slips a leg in between yours, holding you impossibly closer to him. you can feel his rapid heart beat through his shirt, and you’re sure your own heart is pounding just as fast. he’s addicting in all sense of the word, your mind growing foggy as you grind up into him. he guides you with his arm, his other hand rubbing soothing circles onto your cheek. it’s everything and more, and when he finally parts for air, you find yourself chasing after his lips desperately. 

“is this—is this okay?” sungho stutters through a whisper, referring to the position the two of you are in. 

you nod quickly, biting your lip as you look up into his eyes. his pupils are fully blown out, his lips bitten red, covered in a thin layer of your saliva. his chest rises and falls quickly as he looks down at you and something akin to pride fills your chest at the sight. you made him like this. he’s so perfect. 

“fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out before capturing your lips again. he’s a little more feverish this time, moaning against your lips as you grind against his leg. he seems to be getting off on you getting off, and the thought alone is driving you crazy. 

you don’t even think about how you both are still in plain sight, right up against the kitchen counter where anyone could walk in at any time. and the little bubble that the two of you have built comes crashing down as a familiar voice breaks through your muddled haze.

“i’m gonna puke. need water,” jaehyun shouts as he runs into the kitchen before getting dizzy, moving to sit criss cross on the floor with his head in his hands.

“oh my god,” you groan as sungho hesitantly pulls himself away from you. “i’m so sorry, sungho.”

he’s clearly disheveled, his shirt slightly riding up exposing the smooth expanse of his lower stomach. his hair is a mess from your fingers, his lips are bruised, and it’s almost impossible to not notice the obvious bulge in his pants. despite it all, he’s still an angel, offering you a gentle smile.

“i’ll get him water, don’t worry,” sungho says, his face flushed red as he goes to grab a cup. you turn your gaze to the shitfaced jaehyun on the floor—you hold back any and all urges to cuss him out because 1. he’s incredibly drunk so the words won’t hurt him enough and 2. sungho is right there. 

you walk over to crouch down in front of jaehyun, placing a hand on his shoulder. “keep it in, myungjae, or i swear…”

jaehyun mumbles some incomprehensible gibberish and you sigh quietly. as much of a cockblock as he is right now, your friends’ wellbeing always comes first.

“here,” sungho says from above you. you look up to see him holding out a cup of water to you with a tiny, awkward smile on his lips. 

you already want to kiss him again.

“thank you,” you reply softly, returning the smile. “myung, you awake?” you shake jaehyun’s shoulder a few times before he finally slurs out more gibberish. “i’m gonna need words, hun.”

“i think… i think i’m drunk…” he mumbles before groaning again, slumping forward against you. 

“yeah, no shit,” you deadpan. you place the water down next to you so you can lift his head up with both hands. jaehyun’s cheeks squish together like a chipmunk as he sleepy blinks at you. “wake up. where’s yujin?”

“she left with someone… i didn’t see…” he trails off before slumping forward again. “i’m gonna puke.”

“no, you’re not. drink this.” you try your best to help him drink the water, even though most of it spills onto his shirt. whatever. “i’m taking you home.”

jaehyun doesn’t respond other than a hiccup and another incomprehensible mumble.

“do you need some help?”

oh, right. sungho is still right here. you feel half-embarrassed and half-disappointed at the prospect of leaving him high and dry right here, but jaehyun needs your help right now. you wave sungho off with a small laugh and a shake of your head.

“i got him. we’ll call a driver.”

“are you sure? i can go with you guys.”

“it’s okay! enjoy the party.” you insist, trying to get jaehyun to drink more water. sungho nibbles on his lip in thought, watching the scene in from of him.

“i’ll wait outside with you guys at least.”

“you really don’t have to…” but sungho cuts you off with an insistent look and you find yourself giving in all too quickly. “okay. can you help me get him up?”

with much struggle and some extra hands from angel sungho, you guys manage to get jaehyun on his feet. you throw his arm over your shoulders and wrap your own around his waist to hold him up straight. sungho helps you steady him from the other side and you mentally thank him a thousand times over again because you’re sure jaehyun would’ve already crushed you by now if he wasn’t here.

“carry me like a princess,” jaehyun mumbles, lolling his head to the side, his entire body complete jelly.

“i’m not carrying you like a princess, jaehyun,” you speak blankly as you make your way to the front of the beach house.

“sungho, carry me like a princess.” all sungho does it laugh lightly and take more of jaehyun’s weight from you. 

“come on, myungjae. left foot, right foot… there you go. you’re actually walking now, good job.”

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sungho waits with the both of you on the steps, jaehyun half asleep on your shoulder. what a way to end your night. sungho is eerily quiet as he watches the party-goers in the distance, the fireworks painting the sky in an array of colors and light. it’s beautiful you think, and as you turn your head to gaze at sungho, the lights reflecting in his dark eyes, you think he’s even more beautiful.

“are you… are you sure you’ll be okay?” sungho suddenly asks, turning his head to face you.

“i’m sure. i don’t want to ruin your night,” you reply with a small smile, though sungho frowns at your words.

“you could never ruin my night,” he says so seriously, you think you might’ve misheard for a moment. sungho’s gaze is heavy on you and you’re at a loss for words again, your mouth clamping shut. you feel your stomach do flips at his words, so simple yet so perfect. everything he does makes you fall for him even more.

you don’t speak for a few minutes after that and you don’t need to. the silence is calming this time. of course, there are a million things you want to say to sungho, but now doesn’t feel like the right time. not when jaehyun is a zombie next to you, mumbling in his half-asleep daze. sungho seems to be keeping his words to himself as well, glancing over at you from time to time. 

finally, a black car pulls up in the driveway and you get a notification that your driver is here.

“i—i think that’s our car. thank you for your help, sungho,” you speak as you go to shake jaehyun awake.

“yeah, it’s no problem,” sungho sheepishly smiles, tucking his hands in his pockets. “um, y/n…?”

“hm?” you ask over your shoulder as you help your mumbling best friend to a stand. sungho watches the scene in front of him before shaking his head.

“...nevermind. get back safely, okay?” when you meet his eyes again, they’re sparkling with something unsaid. and somehow, you know exactly what he’s trying to say.

“will do,” you affirm with a small smile before shushing jaehyun as he begins to whine about needing to puke again. “goodnight, sungho!!”

“goodnight, y/n.”

your clingy, drunk best friend drops his head onto your shoulder again as soon as you manage to get into the car, cuddling up to your side like a koala. with a sigh, you gaze out of the window and back toward the house. none of this feels real yet, but you’re sure it’ll all hit you once you’re completely sober.

as you begin to drive off, you notice a figure with black hair softly banging his head against the front wall of the house before regaining his composure, making his way back down to the beach. 

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12:47 p.m | weather: chilly

dear diary,

we kissed. we actually kissed. but he was drunk, so i don’t know what any of this means. did he mean to kiss me? does he regret it? he hasn’t texted me, or called me. should i text him first? i’ve never been this nervous over anything before. maybe because it all feels too real now. i like him a lot. i don’t want to ruin this.

also jaehyun puked in my dorm last night. great.

PHASE THREE: UH… NOT SURE YET (never let myung jaehyun plan anything)

you usually aren’t one to bed rot, but it’s been two days since riwoo’s party and you’re sure that you are absolutely done for.

you had finally gave in and texted sungho asking if he got home safe that night. he replied with the driest message you’ve ever seen, and left you on delivered after you asked him what his plans were for the week. 

and yes, you called for a best friend night so you could cry and tell you friends everything that happened. yujin had suggested that maybe he just needed some time to process things—it wouldn’t be out of character for him to avoid you in the first place, but you really thought you had made some semblance of progress that night.

jaehyun suggested that maybe he realized you are a bad kisser and never wants to see you again. you chose to flick him on the forehead and proceed to attempt suffocation with a pillow (which did not work. sadly.) 

now you’re laying in your bed hugging a plushie as you sadly scroll through your timeline at 4 p.m on a sunny sunday afternoon. yujin is out probably seeing the world why you are here hoping to disappear from it. you would’ve never thought that being ghosted could hurt you this bad—probably because you have never liked anyone as much as you like sungho. 

your heart physically hurts, but you try your best to not think too negatively. maybe yujin was right. maybe he just needed to sort things out by himself first. jaehyun, on the other hand, can go to hell.

you continue to scroll through funny cat videos until you suddenly get an incoming call from “p.s.h <3”.

the speed that you sit up at could beat lightning, your eyes comically widening as the caller i.d fills the screen. your fingers answer the call before you can even run through the possibilities of delusion and hallucination, pressing the phone to your ear.

“hello?” you speak, trying to sound as normal as possible. there’s a bit of shuffling on the other end of the line before sungho’s voice flows through.

“hey, y/n. are you free right now?” sungho asks, his voice half-unsure and half-hopeful. you bite your lip to suppress the smile creeping onto your face.

“right now…? i guess i have some time,” you exaggerate. what? he ghosted you for two days! you can’t seem too available!

sungho lets out a breath from the other end of the line, shuffling around again. “um, sorry if this is sudden, but can we meet up? i… i need to see you right now.”

you have to physically clutch your blanket in order to stop yourself from jumping with joy. park sungho wants to see you. park sungho wants to see you right now! it seems as if all of your wishes have been granted. fuck you, myung jaehyun!

“yeah, we can meet up. where?”

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you notice sungho’s messy black hair as soon as you turn the corner to the flower garden situated in the middle of the large park across the street from your campus. he’s wearing a black long sleeve and jeans with a belt, his green satchel resting on the bench next to him. his glasses hang on the edge of the nose and he seems to be sketching something, his brows slightly furrowed as he focuses intently on his page.

those familiar fluttery feelings fill your chest when he looks up at the sound of your footsteps in the grass. his gaze softens when he meets your eyes, closing his sketchbook as you near him.

“hi,” you start with a shy smile. you suddenly feel self-conscious with his heavy gaze on you, looking down at your shoes. you realize that you’re both wearing converses again today. 

“hi,” sungho says before motioning to the empty spot on the bench next to him. “sit, sit.”

you nod once, cautiously taking a seat next to him. your heart pounds in your chest at the close proximity, which is ridiculous considering the fact that you two were much closer just a couple of days ago, but for some reason, everything feels a little different this time. 

late spring flowers bloom around you, pinks and yellows mixing with the green shrubbery. it’s sunny out, but a a cool breeze combats the bright sun rays. it’s a perfect day and sungho looks even more perfect. he’s back to his usual self it seems, unable to meet your eyes as he clears his throat. 

“so, um… i just want to start off by saying that i’m sorry.”

you make a small sound of confusion, tilting your head at him. “sorry about what? you didn’t do anything wrong…”

“no, i did. i haven’t spoken to you since the party and i just… i don’t know. i got stuck in my own head,” sungho explains softly as he peeks up at you. his leg is bouncing slightly with nervousness and you want to reach over and comfort him. “i thought that maybe you only kissed me because we were both drunk. or maybe you felt pressured to… i don’t know. it’s stupid.”

he shakes his head before looking down at his lap, wringing his hands nervously. this time, you actually do reach a hand out, your fingers resting atop his. his hands immediately still as he lifts his head to find your eyes. they’re completely vulnerable, all of his guards lowered around you.

“it’s not stupid. i didn’t feel pressured to do anything. i kissed you because that’s what i’ve wanted to do for a whole year now.”

sungho’s eyes widen at your words, his mouth dropping open a bit in shock. “a whole year?”

“sungho, i have liked you ever since that introductory art class in freshman year. i thought that you didn’t like me,” you finally confess. sungho frowns at your words, his fingers calmly moving to lace with yours. his hands are as soft as his gaze on you and you feel yourself settle at his touch, relaxing a bit as his thumb brushes against the back of your hand.

“i’m sorry that i made you feel that way. i just get really nervous when you’re around, as you can see,” he laughs, looking down at his bouncing leg. “i don’t know why it took me so long to say this, but i’m not going to wait any longer. my friend, taesan, kinda knocked some sense into me yesterday.”

you mentally thank kurt cobain, trying to conceal the sun-shaming smile threatening to appear on your face. sungho looks incredibly nervous as he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second—and when he opens them again, they drip with so much sincerity and affection, you feel all of the air leave your lungs.

“y/n, i like you. i like everything about you, and i’m sorry i’ve been such a coward this whole time. i guess i just never thought that someone like you, someone so beautiful, and talented, and sweet, would like someone like me,” he speaks, laughing a bit at himself at the end. you quickly shake your head, squeezing his hand.

“you’re also beautiful, talented, and sweet, though…” you mutter through a pout because—how could he ever think he was anything but all of the good things in the world! 

“i’m also an idiot for waiting this long,” he adds and okay, that you can agree with, but…

“i guess i am too, then,” you respond through a tiny smile. this moment is all you could’ve asked for. “sungho, can i kiss you?”

the words leave your slips before you can catch them, but sungho gives you no time to back track. with a small smile and a tiny nod, he reaches up to cup the side of your face and you get deja vu as soon as his skin touches yours. 

“please,” he whispers with pleading eyes.

you are so down bad, it’s insane.

this kiss feels like your first some reason; the your heart flutters as he delicately presses his lips to yours. now that you’re fully sober, you’re hyper aware of everything.his fingers tremble with nervousness and you smile into this kiss. there’s no reason to rush as you take him in, all of him, from his vanilla cologne, to his careful hands. 

his entire body melts as you rest a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the pads of your fingertips. you can’t help but giggle a bit as you feel just how fast his heart is beating, somehow even faster than last time. sungho slowly pulls away, looking at you with pink dusted cheeks.

“why are you laughing?” he asks cutely, cocking his head like a curious kitten.

“you’re just so cute. i can’t help it,” you smile before quickly pecking his lips again. sungho’s cheeks brighten at your words, reaching up to cover his face with his hands.

“you can’t just say things like that!”

“oh? i can’t?” you ask teasingly. he drops his hands and shakes his head at you with a pout. “what about if i were your girlfriend? can i say it then?”

“only if i get to be your boyfriend,” sungho says back, a tiny smile climbing onto his lips. you pretend to think for a second, tapping your finger on your chin.

“hm… sounds like a fair deal to me.”

“then a deal it is.”

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“guys. guys. it was so amazing. we confessed to each other, and then we took a walk together and held hands, and then we got lunch together before his class, and then we…” you ramble on about your day with sungho as you sit with your best friends on a blanket in the field, sighing dreamily as you reminiscence about his soft lips and cute smiles. he’s so perfect, in every single way. you can’t believe you can call yourself his girlfriend now.

“were the flowers pretty?” yujin asks from where she’s laying on her back, looking up at the multi-hued sky. jaehyun chuckles from his spot in between you guys, his arms folded behind his head as his eyes follow a passing bird.

“of course they were! and they even—wait. wait… how did you know i was at the flower garden?” you ask, looking in between the both of them with accusation. they give each other another one of those classic communicating-with-eyes looks before turning to you with knowing smiles. “oh my god. you guys planned this, didn’t you?”

“yup! i perfected it last night,” jaehyun smiles, throwing an arm over your shoulder. "phase three? let nature take its course. i managed to get some help from kurt ‘taesan’ cobain yesterday.”

“you are actually insane,” you speak dumbfoundedly. there’s nothing else you can say though because at the end of the day, sungho is now yours and you are his. albeit, the way you got here was a little iffy.

“myungstein, i’m telling you. the nation’s #1 matchmaker,” jaehyun speaks cockily, folding his hands behind his head as he turns to you with a cheeky smile. 

“nope. still not calling you that.” you roll your eyes at his antics, but you can’t stop the smile from slipping onto your lips as the three of you watch the sunset. you’re content, the soft breeze drifting across your cheeks, the scent of vanilla and blushed cheeks soothing your mind.

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5:51 pm | weather: clear skies

dear diary,

park sungho is my boyfriend now :) <3 yay

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank u...<3 x

masterlist

[thepromptswhisperer]

Reunion Prompts

“I’m—“, you start, and they shake their head and walk away, “… sorry.”

Panic and (try to) hide behind something/someone.

“I’m afraid I’ll wake up and realize this was just a dream.”

“I missed you.”

Long hug that expresses everything you can’t say out loud.

“Are you a hologram? A ghost maybe?”

“Please don’t leave me again.”

Barricade yourself in the bathroom/etc.

“I don’t want to see you.”

You can’t tear your eyes away from them.

“I’m happier now.”

“Didn’t expect to see you again.”

Withdraw your hand/etc. quickly after a(n accidental) touch.

“I told you I’d find my way back to you.” / “I promised you I would come back.”

“Don’t act like nothing happened.”

Make your peace and then say goodbye forever.

“Could we pretend that nothing ever happened/we never separated/etc.? Just for tonight?”

“Of course this is when/how I see you again.”

“You look…”

“I’m only doing this/here for B.”

Count down the minutes/etc. until you’re home/etc. and can finally let out all your emotions.

“Good to see you again.”

“You have no right to get jealous! Not after all this time. Not after you left me/etc.”

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

Having dreamt of this opportunity, you know exactly what you want to tell them. (Or, well, you knew.)

“I feel like we/I traveled through time. Any second now, a time portal will open, suck us/me in and spit us/me out into reality.”

“You’re seeing A too, right? This is not just…?”

“I’ve missed your hugs/smell/sarcasm/etc.”

Pretend to not care about them being here. Yet, it is all you can think about and focus on.

“Don’t think I forgot that you still owe me that dinner/etc. you promised me three years ago/etc.”

“We can’t go back to how we were.”

Don’t feel anything upon seeing them again.

“Why did you come?”

Afraid to your close eyes. Afraid that they’ll slip away in that very second and leave your life forever.

You are rooted to the spot.

“Leave (me alone).”

“I thought about you a lot.”

“Do you ever think about what could have been?”

Notice that they are still wearing a piece of jewelry/etc. you gifted them back then.

“You hurt me.”

“If I would have wanted to see them/you again, I would have found a way.”

“Why did you do that? (Why did you break up with me?)”

“Did you really mean what you said back then?”

“Someone pinch me. I think I’m dreaming.”

Hear them say your name again after all this time.

“I’m sorry. I know you said you didn’t want to see them/me again, but…”

Pretend to be happy about where you are in life.

“I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’m sorry. (I was an idiot back then for letting you go.)”

The reunion doesn’t go as you thought/hoped it would.

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

Leaves/Slams door shut upon seeing you.

“I want to believe so badly that I can trust you. But I can’t. Not after…”

“Oh my god. I had forgotten about that.”

They have replaced you, and all you can do is watch.

“Did you know they/I were/was going to be here?”

“It’s too late. You’re too late.”

Search for similarities to the person you once knew.

“Did your voice always sound like that?”

Edge your way closer to them without realizing.

“You chose this. You wanted this.”

“I’m still in love with you.”

[s-rosie]

Javery hcssssssss #4

are you there goddddd it’s me fionaaaaaaa

jameson buys avery acrostic jewelry that says either cute messages or as clues for when he makes their dates a game (acrostic jewelry is jewelry that uses the first letter of jewels to spell out a word or message)

when jamie isn’t with ave and she says that she’s craving something or wants something he will order it to the house for her with a little message on the bag like “to avery from your mystery boy”

he can play electric guitar and she can sing so they make covers of songs together and just sing to have fun and it sounds really good

(this one is kinda reminiscent of some of my previous hcs) they once got caught making out in the library and when the teacher tried to give them detention they said that it never said in the rule book you can’t make out in the library (bc who would acc do it it’s just common sense…) and the teacher had to let them go but the next day the rules got updated with a “no making out in the library” rule on it and they put more cameras in that area

when they have whipped cream they always try to put it on the other’s nose/smear it on their face and it ends with a huge mess all over and like 5 empty cans of whipped cream

ave can rub a line down jamie’s forehead down his nose a few times with her pinky and he will fall asleep instantly and he won’t admit that he falls asleep that fast but she finds it adorable

to make them mad, nash gave them “the talk” when he found out they were sleeping together and wouldn’t let them leave until he was done and they were mortified but nash just found it funny

one time on her period ave bled through the sheets of jameson’s bed and she was so worried he would find it gross and want to leave her but he just told her it was natural and absolutely nothing to worry about and he gave her some of his really comfy oversized clothes and cuddled her after changing the sheets and helping her clean up

when they were still in school, jameson asked avery “so, want to come over to my room later and study 😏” but she was kinda clueless to what he meant so she was like “sure, i’ll make a quizlet” and he was like “no, we don’t need that, the test is on human anatomy” and she was like “oh i’m not taking biology this year so i don’t need to study but ill send you the link to my favorite anatomy blooket” and she didn’t realize what he really meant until a random 3:00 am 3 years later

once they accidentally left their handcuffs on the headboard from ✨activities✨ and ave filmed a grwm with those in the background and didn’t know until xander and max pointed it out and made fun of them

they hold each other’s pinky’s sometimes when they want to be close but still have their space and it’s adorable

jameson has a staring problem and will not stop looking at avery no matter what bc he just thinks she’s just so beautiful which causes alisa to get mad when jamie can’t even look at the reporters interviewing them bc he’s staring at avery but most of the fans find it adorable

he will grab her cheeks and pinch them slightly which causes her face to scrunch up which looks really cute and when her face is red from the pinching he says “haha i made you blush” which causes her to do the same and/or kiss his face all over until his face is red and say “now i made you blush”

on a couch or big comfy chair ave will sit on his lap (not in a spicy way but like how rachel sits on ross’ lap at central perk in friends) and he will cuddle her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear and kiss her face/neck while she giggles and kisses him back

jamie wears her jewelry and avery wears his jackets and sunglasses

the first time he put his hand on ave’s thigh she forgot how to breath/act like a normal human being and it was at a gala so there are photos of her from that gala trying not to die. she even says that the closest she’s ever come to dying wasn’t the shooting or plane bombing, but when jameson put his hand on her thigh for the first time

i’m trying something a little different with my hcs where i make them longer and add more context and stuff but make a little less so lmk if you like this better or the shorter ones!

also pls give me rqs bc i have motivation but i’m running out of ideas for hcs lollll

[harrywavycurly]

Im obsessed with Lonely because it gives me how an actual marriage promise with your bestfriend would go. They just propose to you randomly because of a promise made in like the first grade😂 but I’m here to see if we could get how it went when Harry asked Gemma for the ring??🥹❤️

Hiii babes!! Ohhh yes I agree it does give what it would actually be like if you and Harry made a marriage pact for when you’re 30 and single you just marry each other but fun fact, you forgot about it but Harry didn’t😂😂 I will happily give you the conversation Harry had with Gemma to get the ring! I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

*this is dialogue style because it just ran smoother in my brain this way*

A/N: Harry needs his older sister to give him a small piece of jewelry but Gemma isn’t giving it up without some conditions✨

“I’m sorry…Harry you’re doing what?” “You having trouble hearing already? Is that something I have to look forward to down the-” “Really? This is how you want to go about asking me for Nan’s ring? Insulting my hearing and I’m assuming you were also about to call me old?” “I mean…it’s rude to assume things Gem..now did you really need me to repeat myself or-” “I just need to know I heard you correctly that’s all…you’re asking your bestfriend…whom I adore by the way…and love probably more than I love you if I’m being honest…you’re asking her to marry you and you want to do it with Nan’s ring that I currently have possession of and…you’re doing all this because…you’re lonely?” “Yes that’s all correct…but also it’s because I just..I think she’s always been it and I do…love her ya know? I’ve always loved her and…I want to be married and maybe have kids and I just don’t know why I can’t…see that happening with anyone…but her?” “But do you really love her Harry? Asking someone to marry you isn’t something you just do on a random Tuesday because you want to be married because you’re a bit lonely.” “Yes of course I really love her…I don’t…I don’t know if I’m in love with her but I just can’t see a life without her in it and I know she’s lonely too…so why shouldn’t we just…end each others suffering and be together?” “End each other’s suffering? Jesus….Harry you’re making this sound like a business deal than an engagement…do you realize how much this will change things for the two of you? No matter what her answer is?” “It’s not a business deal…she’s my bestfriend and she knows me better than anyone and I know her like the back of my hand so I know she’ll say yes…I…I know she will because she…she just will.” “And if she doesn’t?…are you prepared to not have her anymore because once you get down on one knee Harry you can’t undo it and go back to being friends.” “I think…yeah I think I’m willing to risk it because…she’s my person and I’m ready to just get on with it and be with her.” “Romantically? Or would this be a marriage of friends?” “What? Of course it would be…romantically…I love her…we’ve…like…done things so it wouldn’t be weird-” “I don’t need the details thanks…but you said so yourself you’re not in love with her?” “Well yeah not…yet but if she says yes then I’m sure it’ll happen…but look…I just need the ring Gem..that’s all I’m here for really…I appreciate the advice and all but I’m doing it…with or without the ring but I’d much rather give her something meaningful than something she’ll think I spent too much money on.” “I just don’t want you getting hurt…or hurting her.” “I’ll do my best to make sure no one gets hurt.” “I’ll give you the ring…but you have to make sure I get to be your best man…or whatever you want to call it.” “Really?….fine that’s…doable.” “And you have to name your first child after me in someway.” “Gemma be serious.” “I am being serious! This is a family heirloom I’m giving you Harry so take my conditions or leave and go to Tiffany’s or something.” “God you’re so annoying at times…but fine…fine yeah okay….anything else?” “She’s the only one that gets this ring Harry…if she says no you give it back to me understood?” “Yes…understood.” “Good…does mum know?” “No…and you’re not going to tell her either…or else.” “Or else what? I’m not afraid of you little brother.” “I’ll tell her the exact reason her beloved rose printed tea set is missing a tea cup…” “you wouldn’t…” “oh I would…so don’t tempt me Gem…keep this conversation to yourself.” “You’re such a brat…fine..I won’t tell anyone now go away before I change my mind.”

[dreamwritersworld]

Space..(mike schmidt x reader)

Your relationship with mike was beautiful before all your responsibilities came crashing down.

late night shifts…

taking care of abby…

arguments…

Now there was tension and you hadn’t spoken to each other in what felt like weeks..

Your days were filled of waking up early beside Mike who was still asleep from the late nights shifts, bags under both of your eyes.

It hurt seeing him so different then before, you guys had fallen in love young and stayed together since then. Once Mike was given the responsibility of Abby everything changed, of course you loved her but it was true.

The reality was you were now given a child and the dynamic of your relationship shifted. You both took your role and for the first three weeks it was stressful yet remained peaceful, Abby wasn’t as open to Mike as she was to you…not until later on.

Two weeks ago is when it started, Mike was getting lazy. It was as if he had given up on taking care of the family..

This was the fifth time in a row that Mike had walked past me, after coming home from work. He hadn’t bothered to say hello, like he usually did before. We haven’t spoken in forever because now he sleeps and goes.

I had woken up earlier than usual to get Abby ready for her picture day. Breakfast was prepped for us, we ate and picked out the clothes she’d wear. I spent the morning perfecting her curls and jewelry, sending her off and leaving her at the parking lot of the school..

“You look so beautiful Abby, I can’t wait to see your pictures!!”

“Thank you Y/n, will you pick me up today or are you working another shift?”

I couldn’t help but sigh remembering that Mike forgot her the other three times, leaving her waiting for me to pick her up while he slept.

“I can’t today princess I’ll be working but I can assure you that your brother won’t forget you!”

Abby smiled and waved goodbye giving me one last hug before she left the car

I made sure to send a text to mike reminding her to not forget her and he replied ok, my worries were taken care of and I had reliefs…

A couple hours later while at work my phone was going off like crazy, and when I picked it up I saw it was calls from the school and I answered immediately, walking away to go someplace quiet..

“Hello? I’m Abby’s caretaker is anything wrong? Did her brother forget her?”

“Ahh yes he did. We were just a little worried as it has been about 20 minutes since school ended, will you be picking her up?”

“Yes! I will I’m leaving work right now! Thank you for calling I’m so sorry for the wait!”

“We understand, we’ll see you soon.”

The call ended and although I remained calm on the call I was infuriated. There I was once again having to tell the boss for the fourth time in the row that my boyfriend had an emergency and i had to pick up his little sister from school…of course he was mad urging me to fix the issue or else we’d have a problem.

I ran to my car soaking wet from the rain, rushing across the roads and through the traffic to get Abby. It was embarrassing, having to pick her up once again seeming like the most imperfect caretaker. This wasn’t what abby needed or deserved and this wouldn’t look good in family court for her either.

The school released abby to me and I stood there for awhile apologizing profusely to the teacher who had to wait for her. Once I made my goodbyes we ran to the car and I realized that Abby was holding tears in her eyes, her curls had gotten messy and her dress wet.

“Oh abby i am so sorry-“

“No! It’s fine! Really it’s fine! It’s not your fault.”

Her voice had raised and cracked when she spoke.

“…no it’s not fine. I’ll fix this Abby I promise, once we get home and get you cleaned up.”

We walked into a silent home I got a bath ready and that I left clothes for abby to change into, walking away from the bathroom in a calmed hurry.

“Mike? Mike.”

He was woken up in a slum his bags lighter from the rest he had.

“What?”

I took a sigh at the attitude he sent my way and I stood in front of the bed, trying to remain patient without yelling, realizing it was a hard time for the both of us…but I just couldn’t handle the situation.

“We’ve gone over this before. I know your working late and your exhausted but I can’t keep leaving work to pick up Abby. I need you Mike, I need you to take care of her.”

“Please don’t give me that bullshit Y/n. I take care of her, she has roof over her head and so do you. I don’t need that, dinner was ready for you by the time you guys came back home. I missed a couple of days so what?”

“Excuse me? Mike are you serious? Do you know how that will hold up in court? Mike! She came into the car soaking wet, exhausted and frustrated that she had to wait for someone to pick her up again. I help you Mike so don’t act like I’m living off you-“

“You act as if Abby’s a chore Y/n, is that helping? Cause you always seem to sound like your complaining-“

The tears of stress that I had held in for so long had fallen, the shock of his words felt like too much to handle

“How dare you?! Don’t you ever say that! I love her Mike. I’m still here. I’m present and I care for her. Do you even realize how lucky you are to have her Mike? Because your starting to treat her like she’s not even in the room and your doing the same to me. It’s not fair! Not to her, and not to me either!”

“I get that but I’m stuck Y/n, all you do is take her from here to there and go to work and come back home to a cooked meal.”

“Why don’t you care? Your just comparing our routines, Mike have you even factored the fact that I clean for you, and that on the days where it’s too hard for you to get up I’ll handle the cooking whenever? You act as though I don’t do my part in the rent. I take care of abby she’s a kid Mike. She doesn’t need you to just give her the bare necessities, she needs love.”

He was holding my heart and squeezing it apart and it had to be fine, because it was him. Mike was the man I had fallen in love with, I gave him my everything. Nausea hit me and I couldn’t stand being in the room with him, I walked away and he hadn’t even followed just mumbling that he was tired.

I rushed away in a hurry, tears falling. I was going to get into my car but I had thrown up when I went to open my door. I have been thrown up a lot lately..my body was always sore, and I’ve been getting my energy drained easily..was I pregnant?

My car was swerving to the nearest pharmacy, my trip led to taking a test in the bathroom, and sobbing holding the positive test in my arms. I’ve never felt so stuck in my life, my relationship was in shambles, I had Abby as my child and another would be an addition to the fire..

I cried my entire way home, shaking and afraid to tell the news…my hands rubbed off the painful tears before I walked in, afraid Abby would be awake watching TV.

Mike walked in a rush breathing heavily,

“I-I thought you weren’t going to come back, Y/n I am so sorry…I’m sorry.”

I walked up to him pulling on his arm to come to our room. The tears flowed again…and I was standing before him, door closed as he watched me with a confused face. I wasn’t one to cry unless I was really hurt by something..

“..im pregnant.” I had spoken the news in a hushed voice emotional and afraid of his reaction

“w-what?”

“i’m pregnant..”

“..no..no..” he sat down with his head between his hands

“please don’t shut me out Mike…we need to talk.”

“Talk about what? What more is there to talk about?”

“We need to talk about us, about abby, what we’re going to do. keep your voice down you’ll wake Abby..”

“Ok well there’s nothing else to talk about your pregnant, we have another mouth to feed.”

“…that’s it?”

“Yea that’s it!”

“why are you yelling at me?”

“Im not yelling at you.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not..my god..alright whatever.”

“You don’t understand how hard this is, this is my body.��

“No I do get it.”

“No you don’t get it. You haven’t been there for us Mike, for our family. You go to work and you barley speak to us.-“

“Our family? This wasn’t a family until two seconds ago Y/n we haven’t spoken in weeks-“

“…Because you haven’t tried! And I’m drowning trying to keep our relationship going!”

“Yea and i get that but we’re struggling to hold everything together and we just got abby as our kid we shouldn’t be having one on the way right now.”

I took a step back turning around to change out of my clothes frustrated with his attitude to the situation

“Ok well, it happened. We have to figure it out.”

“Im not gonna be able to do this Y/n…Between you, abby, and this baby i can’t provide for us…We have to let Abby go.”

“What? You think she’s going to be happy with your aunt? You don’t care about anyone but your fucking self! That’s why I can’t talk to you!”

“I don’t care about no one but my fucking self right now?”

he approached me closer with anger and I pushed him away.

“Fuck you, move!”

I made my attempts to leave as he pulled me in getting in my face holding me close

“We can keep the baby Y/n, we just have to make sacrifices. I need to keep you safe and Abby needs to have a better home.”

My tears fell into his hands and sobs fell as I shook my head at his words.

“Fuck you! You think I’m gonna raise my baby with you? Look at you!”

“What do you mean look at me? I’m here for you-“

“No your not, stop saying that!”

I shoved him again as my heart continued to shatter

“Please Y/n just stay.”

“No…no Mike anything but that..you can’t give up on Abby..please.”

He held me close pulling down to the bed as I sobbed

“Ok..ok we’ll figure something out..I need you Y/n…I love you.”

he was pausing and crying in between as we slowly fell asleep once again..

When it was time to wake up I opened Abby’s door to see her quietly sitting down with tears in her eyes and a packed bag.

“What are you doing baby? What is this? Why are you crying?”

“A-are you going to send me away?”

“What? How could I? Oh no..no, Abby. I would never.”

I sat down beside her pulling her to lay down on my leg as I gently pulled her hair away from her face

“I heard what Mike said about me..”

“you heard..”

i looked up with an ashamed face, frustrated at Mike.

“He didn’t mean it, I promise you he didn’t mean it. Abby I love you, I can’t give you up especially to her..she doesn’t deserve you.”

“…he still said it..”

“i know but he didn’t mean it..I promise.”

i wiped her tears away and let her play, as I prepped breakfast and got ready to leave for work.

It had been a long shift and I was exhausted going back home.

“No Abby, you can’t come to work with me.”

“Please, I want to.”

“N-“

I almost made it past but Abby’s screeching stopped me.

“Y/n!!! Tell Mike to take me!”

“Oh Abby you know he can’t..please just come go to bed I’m exhausted.”

The room grew silent as Mike watchedhow I came in with my work bag and bagged eyes.

“Fine Abby we can go but you have to behave, and Y/n can get rest while we’re gone.”

“…Mike it’s fine, that’s not a good idea, I’ll be-“

“Y/n I got it, just get some rest babe.”

I gave him a kiss walking away calmly but as I waited in I couldn’t help but get a bad feeling…

*💕*

hope you enjoyed!! and i can assure you that Mike would not act like this irl!! I JUST NEED ANGST! :) please be aware that im just starting to come back into writing and trying to find my drive for it again, Thank you!!!

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The way I loved you | L.K, J.H

Chapter 2: the mystery

Pairing: Lee know x reader, Joshua Hong x reader

Note: sorry this took so long, a little bit of a longer chapter to help😅

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“Do you want me to pick you up from work?” Joshua asked. Ever the gentleman, there wasn’t a day he wouldn’t offer, even though he knew you worked less than a kilometer from your own home and even closer to his.

“It’s fine love, I’ll walk as always” you replied, smiling fondly at the man. He pouted but nodded, relenting, his offer usually came from worry as owning a bakery meant going home quite late thus worries always filled his mind, which is why the question always made you smile.

Picking up your keys, you got ready to leave for work. Taking steps towards you, he hugged you tight, you relished in the moment, always loving the feeling of his hugs. “Call me if you need anything, yeah? Are you coming here tonight or going back?” He asked, a cute frown on his face at the idea of spending time away from you. Your heart swelled, whether it was for him or the idea of being wanted was a question you’d come back to on the nights you pondered your future with him, whether you could truly fall in love with him and out of love with Minho. Either way you nodded, giggling at your needy fiancée promising to come back to his instead of yours, as you left to head to work.

Owning a bakery had its perks; free food, no one to boss you around, and an overwhelming satisfaction of knowing you were making money off of your passions. Of course another perk is being able to work alongside your freckled best friend, one who stayed with you even through your breakup, not minding the fact that he was his friend first. “Morning y/n!” He grinned, eyes shining brightly as he shaped the last batch of cookies for the day before the shop would open. Felix was a marvel of a worker, always so passionate and dedicated that you could taste every detailed minute he’d put into the goods. When you met him he was fresh out of college, a few years younger than you, he opened up his passions of baking and you two quickly bonded over it, becoming quick friends and even quicker best friends. At that point you had already begun opening your shop and as your first order of business you decided to hire Felix, him being a fresh graduate, eagerly accepted, both of you didn’t look back since.

“Morning sunshine!” You chirped back at the boy you now considered a little brother, the pet name so often said as it felt only right to call the shining boy. Quickly unpacking your bags in the office and taking off your jewelry, you rushed to join him. You both indulged in mindless chatter as you worked, Felix never failing to keep the Cheshire grin on your face. You didn’t mean to, but considering the daze working put you into, you hadn’t mentioned your engagement. It was an honest mistake. That however didn’t calm your guilt as, hours later, the previously shining boy was now visibly disheartened as he spotted the ring, too sparkly to be used as casual, lying on your desk amongst your jewelry.

“You’re engaged?!” He shrilled, the look on his face was not pure shock but rather mixed with slight anger. “Were you gonna keep this a secret?! It’s with Joshua right? What, were you just gonna hide it until you inevitably break it off?” He continued, the usual crescent smile void from his face. “Felix..” you started, frowning at his thought that you would do such a thing “I’m not going to break it off. I didn’t tell you right away solely because I forgot” you explained yourself, stuttering slightly along the way. He shook his head in disbelief but seemed to calm down slightly as he realized his reaction, “I’m sorry for overreacting about the not telling me part but you can’t possibly blame me for thinking you made a stupid decision” he replied, slightly disappointed. “I need to move on Felix.” was all you said, pleading him to understand.

You saw his features soften back to the Felix you were familiar with, still you saw the dissatisfaction swimming in his eyes. “You can’t just agree to a marriage knowing you’re not over someone else…” he said, frustration still evident. You sat on the couch of your office, grasping your hair in similar frustration. “Joshua’s a great guy. I know I said I would break up with him as soon as it got too serious but…the more I got to know him, the more I couldn’t hurt him. He’d be a lovely husband, an amazing dad if we were to ever want kids, and albeit everything else, he does make me happy” you insisted, knowing you couldn’t go through any of this without Felix’ help so you begged him to understand. He sighed, reluctantly moving to sit beside you, squeezing your arm in comfort.

“But you don’t love him.” He pressed. You knew where he was coming from, other than wanting the best for you, he was also Minho’s closest friend, he knew how hard the breakup had hit the both of you, how hard it still hurts the both of you. A little part of him also hoped one day it would pass, that his two best friends could reconcile, could love each other again as hard as they used to. Though you knew something else, that no matter what, you and Minho couldn’t change, the breakup will always be at the forefront of your minds even if you two were to get back together, or even if you two were to be just friends. So in earnest you replied “but I could”.

“I’m getting married to him, Felix. I’ll love him like he deserves, or at least I’ll act like it.” You continued, sure of your words. He softened, you could tell he was still disappointed, but you also knew your friend with a golden heart would find it in him to accept it, knowing you weren’t changing your mind. “Fine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still very unsupportive of this but…Joshua’s a good guy, I could tell the moment you introduced me to him, just don’t hurt him…not the way you hurt Minho” he said. Your eyebrows furrowed, you knew he was right, you knew you hurt Minho, but it didn’t stop the clenching of your heart as he said the last sentence.

“He hurt me too you know” you said, voice small as you tried to avoid recounting the moments before you left the house with tears streaming down your face. “I know…you know that’s not what I meant. If anything none of us really knew what exactly happened, who broke up with who, you two were always too closed off about the breakup to talk about it” he responded, looking at you sympathetically. “I still respect him and his privacy, if one day he wanted to talk about it with you all then I would too, but until then…” you said, drifting off to the memories of screaming and shouting, tainting the image of the house you once ran to for comfort. No one knew what happened during the breakup, you were willing to keep it that way for however long the boy you loved wanted to.

From then on Felix ended the topic, knowing if you were to continue, it would bring more memories than you would like and tears to your eyes. The rest of the day continued normally and you felt eternally grateful for the blonde boy you gained in what was now a scarring relationship.

As night fell, your bakery had closed, Felix finally going home after 10 minutes of insisting to walk you back, in which you spent 10 minutes assuring him you’ll be fine alone. Truly you never felt unsafe on your walks back, that being because Joshua’s is only 5 minutes away and the neighborhood had always been quite safe. When you arrived home safely, or what you thought you’d be calling home from now on, you walked in with your spare key to find a mess accompanied by a delicious smell.

You saw Joshua, drenched in flour, hair for some apparent reason sticking up and out, whilst cursing at the oil soaked stove which held a pot of something incoherent boiling. “Hello?” You asked, giggling in amusement as your fiancée turned in shock, almost slipping in the process. “Don’t sneak up on me like that!” He scolded, whining cutely, clutching his chest as if it was about to burst. “Sorry?” You said, still giggling, “now are you gonna explain why it looks like a bomb went off in here or are we just gonna clean it up and pretend it never happened?” You teased, grinning at the sour look on the boy as he playfully glared at you.

Dusting as much of the flour off as he could, he went to give you a ‘welcome back’ kiss. “I just wanted to do something nice for my fiancée” he explained, pouting at the mess. You arched your eyebrow, needing more explanation to what had transpired. “Well I got my grandma to send me her stew recipe, which at first went well, after all it was just a lot of cutting and mixing.” He continued, scratching his neck sheepishly. “But then…” you asked, awaiting for the turning point of the story.

He turned to grab a plate off the back of the counter, filled with what looked like some kind of fried side dish. “Then my grandma told me the stew wouldn’t be completed without some fried enoki but I might have overestimated how much oil is needed to fry said enoki and it might have maybe overfilled and spilled out of the pot?” He finished, wincing at the memory of his mess. Your grin stretched, looking fondly at the boy you felt your heart pull, a new overwhelming need to cradle him with love. You shook your head as you moved to clean up a bit of the mess, ignoring his cries of doing it himself. “I’m just returning the favor, you cooked me the meal, it’s only right that I cleaned it up” you said genuinely, thankful for the effort the boy had made for you.

“Fine but I’ll join you once I changed my clothes, I never knew this much flour could stick on a person” he replied, making his way to the bedroom to clean himself up. You cleaned with a smile on your face, truly endeared, as you finished cleaning the oil off the stove, you felt two arms wrap around you. “I thought you were going to help me” you teased, chuckling at the cuddly boy. “Not my fault you’re some sort of wizard and you finished up before I could” he frowned against your shoulder, whilst you laughed in response, turning to kiss the frown away. “How about you set up the plates and rice for me then, I wanna taste your creation love” you said, slightly teasing but mostly genuine. You saw his face light up, rushing to set the living room, excited to be able to cook and feed you instead of the other way around for once.

As you went to make your way over to the couch where he had set up the food, you saw him sit criss-cross on the floor, grinning excitedly. “I really hope you like it, I tried to replicate my grandmas but ofcourse nothing can come close to it, so this’ll have to do. As a kid, she used to get me to help her make this for my mom whenever she was working late during a holiday or celebration so she’d have something to come home to” he rambled, in a trance of remembrance. “Your mom would have to work during holidays?” You asked, confused and curious. “Ah yeah, she was a woman in the medical field you know, I think she thought she always needed to prove herself so she took the shifts no one would. A workaholic too no doubt. My grandma tried to scold her for it but in the end gave up because she knew all my mom wanted was to provide for her and the family” he continued, smiling fondly at the idea of his mother.

You were truly endeared, gazing at him fondly as you always did, enamored by the thought that a man like him could exist. “Does she still work?” You asked, willing to learn more about him, knowing that was how you’d fall in love. “I didn’t tell you? No I uh, provide everything for her now, you know as a thank you. She still tries to say no but I fight back, even bought her a house in the states” he chuckled humbly, all whilst you were in a trance of fondness. You realized now that you knew little of Joshua whilst he seem to know even the smallest details of you, you tried to shake the guilt away, instead promising to yourself to find out more, now even more sure that you’ll eventually fall in love with the momma’s boy that is your fiancée.

You gave in to your fondness, your endearment, what you felt was a growing love and kissed him. He looked at you in confusion, a grin on his face, “what was that for?” He asked. “Just wanted to kiss you” you responded, smiling at the way his grin had stretched at your reply. The rest of the night was filled with exchanging stories, quiet kisses, and compliments you gave to the boy who spent what looks like hours cooking for you. Your heart slowly but surely finally opening up to the idea of loving Joshua.

Though as you lied in bed next to him, smile still etched into your face, you were left quietly with your mind, Joshua already asleep next to you. You never liked to be left alone in the quiet with your mind as thoughts always seemed to race sourly, with you having no escape, the thoughts would never stop. The smile slowly left your face as your brain instinctually went to the same daze of comparison you always went, remembering thoughts of Minho, comparing them with moments of Joshua. You willed your brain to stop, tears coming to your eyes in panic, you didn’t realize in your daze that you had awoken Joshua. He raced to comfort you, not asking any questions, just providing cuddles and shushes of comfort. He figured you had a panic attack and reached over to hand you the bottle of water on his night stand, petting your hair and making sure you fell asleep before him. Before you drifted off you whispered “I don’t deserve you”, not having control of your words. You fell asleep before you could hear his reply, not knowing he repeated your exact words, genuine in his thoughts.

“If anything I don’t deserve you”

Ending note: who broke up with who idk, why Joshua feels undeserving of her idk 😁 can y’all tell from my fics I have a soft spot for Felix. Also I’ve made peace with the fact that I hate my writing so, suggestions are welcome.

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Hiii! I recently discovered your account and I'm so in love with you writings 😭. Can you do a namjoon x f!reader where namjoon gets really jealous and possessive so he picks a fight with her but then he regrets it when he saw her crying so he decided to remind her who she belongs to?!! Thanks in advance 💜

Thanks for your request! I actually kind of forgot what you specified so by the time I finished and read it again, I realize that you asked for reader to cry. I totally forgot. I’m sorry! I did include some tears of pleasure though. Hopefully that makes up for it. I also made Namjoon super toxic in this🫣still, I hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵

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“You’re such an asshole! Why do you always do this?!” You slammed your purse down on your vanity, the furniture rocking under the force. You didn’t even care about your expensive makeup tumbling off it. That blush was $30!

“Why do you always insist on parading yourself around like you’re not in a relationship?”

Your head whipped around so fast that the tips of your braids smacked you in the face.

“You’re acting like I have For Rent sign hanging off my pussy, Namjoon!”

“You might as well!”

This wasn’t the first time you and your long term boyfriend had gotten into an argument like this. Specifically about this particular topic. It was honestly exhausting. Why did you even stick around?

Namjoon had been your on and off boyfriend for close to a decade. You two met in a little after high school. While he went off to college, you immediately started working, deciding that college wasn’t really for you. You worked a lot of odd jobs; mail carrier, retail worker, security guard and now you were a personal assistant at a company you actually really liked. It was good pay, good benefits, you even got your weekends free.

Working at a company meant company dinners. Normally, you’d decline. You’d tell your coworkers that you were tired or that you were spending time with your boyfriend and they’d take that excuse.

But the real reason you didn’t go was because your boyfriend was bat shit crazy.

Your hands waved around as you yelled back, “I’m not fucking anyone else, Namjoon! And I’m not trying to. Why the hell are you so paranoid?”

“How can I not be paranoid when my girlfriend is at a bar in a pair of jeans showing her ass?”

You ran a hand down your face, your laugh spiteful and exasperated. “I have a fat ass, Namjoon! What do you want me to do? Take it off and leave it on the dresser? Do I tell you to keep your dick at home?”

He was being completely unreasonable like always. You were a thicker girl. That would show regardless of what you wore. The fact that he almost blamed you for your body type and clothes as if they didn’t attract him in the first place was absolutely ridiculous. He could barely go 15 minutes without slapping it or telling you how sexy you were. It’s like he didn’t like you even existing outside of your apartment. Some irrational fear that you’re popping your coochie for other people. It was ridiculous.

He watched with rage filled eyes as you started walking around the room, removing your jewelry. He didn’t know why he was so upset. Just seeing you in that bar, laughing and with all those male coworkers around you.

It filled him with something more than jealousy.

Envy. Possessiveness.

You were his. No one else’s.

Honestly, seeing you so frustrated with him made his cock stir. The desire to force you back into submission was heavy on his shoulders and mind.

“Who was that guy you were talking to? I thought you didn’t date short guys.”

You were starting to get a headache. Tossing your earrings in the little dish on your vanity, you said, “his name’s Yoongi and I don’t want to date him. I’ve also never said I don’t date short guys. You’ve been my only boyfriend and it just so happens to be that you’re tall. Why are you putting words in my mouth?”

He could still remember how you laughed at whatever that guy said. Your hand pushing him because you had a tendency to hit people when you were laughing. Who the hell was this Yoongi guy to even be able to make you laugh? Namjoon should be the only one seeing you that joyous.

“It’s like you’re intentionally trying to piss me off. Do you get a kick out of making me angry?”

“If you’re pissed off at my body existing, that sounds like a you problem.” You went to your closet to start removing the bad jeans and your shirt.

“You should have known how I’d react.”

There it was. He was trying to flip it and blame you for his reaction.

Why did you even stay with him? He filled your days with unease. You weren’t the kind of person to let people control your actions. You were an adult. You’ve been handling yourself just fine. You knew deep down that you didn’t need him, the stress he brought.

But Namjoon was familiar. He was the only man you’ve been in a relationship with. He was all you knew. You couldn’t just let him go.

Liar. You could. You could pack up right now and leave him forever. Why haven’t you?

Pulling your night shirt over your head, you walked back out of the closet to see him sitting on the bed. He was manspread and staring at you with dark eyes. If you weren’t so peeved, you’d probably drop to your knees and give him a blowjob so good that it would knock him unconscious. “You know what, Namjoon? I’m so over you. When will you get it through your thick head that I’m not fucking anyone else and I don’t want to?!” You sighed. “In a minute, I won’t even want to fuck you anymore. Not while you’re acting like this.”

Just as you were about to turn around to walk to the bathroom, his hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you down onto the bed. With a practiced quickness, he was hovering above you, his dragon like eyes staring holes into your face.

“You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Don’t get mad at me because I don’t want you acting like you’re single.”

You tried to fight out of his hold but his huge body kept you down. Damn it, why did he have to start going to the gym? He was easier to overpower when he was still his lanky self. Now he’s beefed up and while you liked it, it really worked against you in these situations.

“How is me wearing jeans acting like I’m single? It’s not like I sucked anyone’s dick.”

His grin pissed you off even more.

“You probably wanted to. You always have been good at it.”

Fuck being on thin ice. He was in shark infested waters now.

You smirked back. “Yeah, it put your quick nutting ass to sleep everytime.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, not pressing hard enough to cut off your oxygen but enough so you could feel the pressure. You hated yourself for getting excited, pussy clenching. For all the times for your vagina to betray you, it had to be now?

“Take that back.”

“Make me. Bitch.”

His jaw clenched. “Oh. I’ll make you alright.”

That was all it took for him to lift off of you, stalking over to your bedside table. Squinting your eyes suspiciously, you tried to peek past his broad back. You only kept a few things in that drawer.

Shit.

The clink of those fuzzy blue handcuffs made both excitement and slight nervousness radiate down your body. You hardly used those since Namjoon didn’t have to do much to pin you. If he was getting them, that could only mean one thing.

“You son of a bitch!”

He had lifted the vibrator off your clit, once again denying you of your orgasm. That was number 8 and neither of you were backing down. Your brown skin was slick with sweat, as was your pussy in arousal. Your abused and overstimulated clit throbbed, begging for enough to push you over the edge but this asshole wasn’t having it.

While you were completely naked, he was still fully clothed. Something about that just got to you—the pure dominance in him still having clothes on was sexy as hell but you’d never tell him that. His own erection was painfully straining against his pants. He so badly wanted to just whip it out and fuck your gushing cunt until you were begging for him to stop. But that would be too easy. You didn’t deserve his cock nor any orgasms. Not until you said sorry.

“Apologize and I’ll let you cum.” His jaw tightened letting you know he was getting more and more irritated. Ha!

You glared at him, mentally wishing for him to burst into flames. Sadistic bastard. You’d never say it. It’s his fault for being paranoid. You weren’t about to apologize for his reaction. Your pride wouldn’t let you.

“N-never.”

He sighed before pressing the vibrator back against your clit. Your hips jerked up, hands pulling against your restraints as your orgasm rushed back to you.

This has been going on for almost an hour. Namjoon could see you were still holding strong and he hated it. He wanted you to break, wanted you to beg for his forgiveness, for you to go back to being his good girl. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t just be obedient.

Ah well. He liked putting you back in your place. He signed up for it when you two started dating anyway.

“Why do you have to be such a brat? Just say you’re sorry and we can move on.”

You were so close. So so close. Every nerve in your body was set alight with pleasure and absolute malice for your boyfriend. You were a brat? Why was he such a controlling piece of shit?

“Fuck you.” You gritted out.

He took the vibrator away again, your orgasm fading once more. You slumped back against the bed, chest heaving and stubbornness starting to fade.

Maybe you should just apologize. It’s not like you’d actually mean it. It would just stroke this sadistic motherfucker’s ego and make him feel like he has some power over you.

Turning off the vibrator, he tossed it to the side before moving to unbuckle his pants. The action itself was way sexier than it was. Was he finally about to fuck you? That would make you cum instantly.

No, he wouldn’t. He knew you came super easily from penetration. If you knew him like you think you did, you know he wasn’t giving up.

His hard cock sprung out of his pants. Your lust filled eyes locked on it. God, why did he have to be this way? You were already thirsty for him, you only wanted his cock. So why did he think you wanted to screw every man you came across?

He stroked his cock a few times, yet another action that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was.

Gripping the back of your thigh, he pushed it into your body, your other following out of instinct. He smirked at your movement and you wanted to kick him in his face.

Lining up with your hole, he began pushing inside. Your back arched at the wide intrusion, relief flooding you at finally having his cock stretch you.

But when you didn’t feel the rest of his cock inside, you lifted your head. It looked like he was struggling himself, breathing out a shaky breath at your tight walls. You were a brat but you had the best pussy he’s ever had.

“What the hell…..?”

He lifted his head to look at your desperate and confused face. Hook, line and sinker. You were too easy.

“You don’t deserve my whole cock. If you don’t want to apologize, I’m not gonna give it to you.”

“So you’re just gonna give me the tip?! You bastard!” You tried to kick your legs but he held them in place.

Best believe, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in your slick walls and pound you through the mattress but he had a lesson to teach. You couldn’t keep getting away with this behavior.

A few small thrusts and he already felt ready to bust.

You bucked your hips, trying to get him to sink deeper but he backed up to keep just the tip inside of you.

“You ass! What the hell is your problem?”

“Apologize. Last chance.”

Your blood boiled in your veins. You wanted to cum so badly but you refused to say you were sorry. You’ve had enough of this ass pushing you around.

But……………

His head hung low as he thrusted a few more times, one stroke going just a little bit deeper and brushing past your sweet spot.

Fuck this!

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?”

That grin was back. Easy work.

He adjusted himself before ramming his entire cock into your walls. His fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

You didn’t even have the nerve to retort. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock. Your orgasm was right there once again and you were confident you’d finally reach it.

A sudden pain to your breast caused your back to arch. You lifted your head just as it happened again.

Namjoon twisted your nipple between his fingers, the sharp pain only adding to the thick haze of pleasure.

“See how good it feels when you just do what I say? Say you’re sorry again.”

He twisted your nipple again, your mouth opening to scream out an, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!!”

“Good girl.”

Picking up the vibrator again, he clicked it to its highest setting before pressing it back on your clit, his hips still delivering deep strokes to your fluttering walls.

Your throat ached from the Bloody Mary scream you let out. Tears pricked at your waterline, your chest feeling tight as the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had slammed into you.

Your legs kicked sporadically, hips bucking as you humped against the toy. Black dots danced in front of your vision as you rode out the almost endless orgasm. The first one didn’t even have a chance to come down before you were floating into the next one.

Namjoon cursed as you squeezed him impossibly tight, little droplets of liquid hitting his pelvis.

The hand that wasn’t holding the toy went to wrap around your throat, shaking you a little and forcing you to focus on him.

“Whose pussy is this?” He needed to hear you say it.

Your mouth dropped open but no words came out. Tears streaked down your face, your mascara getting all messed up.

You were perfection to him. His perfect little toy.

His fingers pushed down over your pulse point before he asked you again, “I asked you a question.” He growled. The headboard was crashing into the wall, leaving an indent you’d complain about tomorrow but he didn’t care. He’d just fuck that out of you too.

“Yours! It’s yours! I’m sorry!” You slurred, yet another orgasm coursing through you, your toes curling hard enough to crack. You didn’t even think you were still in your body. Your mind was somewhere else. That let you know that he had effectively fucked you dumb.

“That’s right. It’s mine. Don’t you forget it. Now thank me for my cock.” He pressed the toy harder on your clit, thrusts speeding up. If not for the handcuffs and his hold on your throat, you would have been slammed through the wall.

“T-thank you, thank you, thank you! Fuhhhhhhhhh—uuuuccckkkk….”

With one last vice like squeeze of your walls, Namjoon pulled out of you, releasing your neck to pump his cock over your stomach. Hot splashes of his release painted your brown skin, your eyes falling shut at the sensation.

Your legs fell from their folded position, your body squirming away from the vibrator. Namjoon clicked it off before dropping it to the ground with a loud thud.

Both of your chests heaved from exertion, your body still twitching in the aftershocks. You felt ready to pass out.

Namjoon stared down at you—your belly covered in his cum and your skin already darkening just a little from his grip on you.

You couldn’t see his smirk but it was there.

You were his. And it would stay that way.

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Deserve Me

Paring: Ex riri x Ex Yn Inspired by: EverGreen by Omar Apollo

Summary: Your reuniting with your ex leads to you questioning if you still have a love for her

Authors note: I have been recently listening to the song "evergreen" recently and it had me thinking if I should write a story about it.

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu(Wifey FR) @lunax0654 @saintwrld @secretgyals @writesbyriri @letitias-fav @locoforshuri @womenlxver @ziayamikaelson @xxmilli @adeola-the-explorer @atssukoo @randomhoex @malltake12 @niaalove @2k7-sparkles @shuriislut

Part 1: Confusion

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Riri Willams 

Most People knew her for her spot on the avengers 

Iron Heart 

But to you, she was your ex-fiance riri. Well if you said how you felt about riri you would go on and on about her for hours. But to simplify your description of how you felt about riri, she was your first ex. 

Most people find it crazy how riri is your first-ever ex but you had a good reason why. Your parents were strict and wanted you to focus on your grades. So until you left your parent's house you never had your first love, First Date, or First Argument. But when you say first love you mean your first REAL love. You had those little secret relationships when you were in middle school but you never thought of that as real love. 

Due to riri being your first ever real experience of love you basically let any and everything slide. You let it slide due to you being blindly in love with riri. So blind you let her have an affair in YOUR apartment. When that happened people told you that you should leave her . You told people that it was ok and you tried giving her yet another chance to prove people wrong. That chance you gave riri ended up making you look like a fool. Why? Because riri cheated on you once again. 

That relationship sparked trust issues and insecurity with your body. It made you feel like the only reason why riri was cheating was because of your body. You thought if I change my body maybe just maybe riri will love me how she loved me once before. This caused harm to your health. You thought people wouldn’t notice you slowly starting to stop eating but they realized and caught on quickly. You told them that it was no big deal why you were doing it. Until you slowly stop eating for one person, That one person leads you to the hospital . When you were in the hospital the person that you even did this for didn’t even come to see if you were okay. For the rest of the time you spent in the hospital thinking and hoping that the one person you wanted to see would ever come, She never did. 

You got out of the hospital after a week and on that day you decided to go grocery shopping and then go to the store. But you realized you forgot the main thing you needed to shop. A wallet. You went to your apartment to get your wallet and go . When you went to your apartment you caught riri getting a lap dance from her boss. On that day, June 23rd, you ended your relationship with riri for good. She told you “Oh I'm gonna change” but you weren’t blindly in love anymore. Enough was enough you weren’t going to look like a fool anymore.

Riri ended up finally moving out and leaving your life FOR GOOD around a week later. Or so you thought.

Present Time

You were out in Chicago. You happened to be in town for a work meeting and family. Due to you being in your hometown for a little bit, you decided to catch up with old friends from high school. Today you and your old friend Mira decided to go out shopping and have a girl’s day. 

Right now you guys were at Vivienne Westwood. You guys were looking at jewelry and purses. “Girl these earrings and rings are just chef kisses” You point at the glass so she can look at which ones you pointed at. “Ok them fire, “ she says as she looks at the rings you pointed to. “I think I’m going to get them but I don’t know should I-” You ask her before you got cut off by a familiar voice. “I’ll buy the jewelry put it on my tab” the lady yells to the worker. You look up confused about who would make the purchase. You look at first happy but annoyed once you see who it is. “No ma, am it's ok I'm just going to pay for it” You speak to the worker as you get your wallet out to purchase the jewelry.  “You give the lady cash and she gets the jewelry you wanted and put it in a bag . “I’ll be in the car Mira,” You say Mira continues to shop and look around the store. 

You begin to leave the store with the new jewelry you had purchased. “Hey y/n can we talk “ You hear a voice ask you. You ignore the voice and keep walking to the car “Look I know you hear me and are trying to ignore me” She says you roll your eyes knowing she wouldn’t see that. “So why do you keep on talking to me, “ you ask her stopping in the parking lot. “Because I want to talk to you, I want to talk to you about you know us” You give her a side-eye. “Us there's no more us go to the side hoe you was messing with when I was in the hospital,” I say give her a up down look. “Look i know what I did in the past was wrong but give me a chance “ you can tell riri meant it but you're not trying to go through that toxicity again. You give riri a blank stare “ Did you not understand the last sentence? Why are you looking for me when you can be with that hoe who gave you a lapdance? '' You say, reminding her once again of her old ways. That's the thing, we where just friends with benefits, “ she says . “Ok go friends with benefits yo ass out my face “ you say trying not to be laugh. “Look y/n what can i do to you know regain your trust or become friends “ she asks you . “Just you can’t regain my trust and I don't want to experience that path in my life again, “ you say . “How about we go to therapy together and get everything off of our chest , Deal ? '' she asks me . I start to think maybe we can patch this relationship . “Sure text me the details on insta “ i exclaim. “No number ?” riri asks . “We're not at that level yet “ you say as you walk off to your car . 

Hours Later 

You went out on a date with yourself. People believe that you doing it is crazy but it's not . It’s self-love. You would often enjoy these dates because you got time to yourself to just relax . You also liked it because you would often make new friends . This night was different you relaxed and watched the sunset as you took a break from your book. You took a sip from your champagne and sighed. 

“Excuse me ma'am your guest is here “ you look up at the waitress confused on what she's talking about . “Ma,am I don’t know what you're talking about there shouldn’t be anyone else coming? '' you responded to the waitress . “Oh i’m sorry they told they where here for you , My apologies i will give her another table “ the waitress says as she turns to leave your table .”thank you ma'am” you say with a smile . You go back to reading your book as you try to forget that awkward situation you just went through. You try and try to read in your book in your mind yet every time you do you go back to the situation. 

Who knew you were here ? 

How did they know you were here? 

Who was trying to see you ? 

Why did they come see you? 

Knowing that someone knew where you were when you told nobody became unsettling on the stomach. You were ready to get up and leave when you haven't even had your food yet. You get up from your table and you head to your waiter . “Excuse me can i get my bill “ you ask trying to keep your calm. “ Ma,am you haven’t got your food yet? '' she says, wondering if she has done anything wrong. “I know but ever since you told me about my guest it had been unsettling on my stomach “ you say. “Ma,am the person is over there “ the waitress says as she points to a table. You look over to see riri wave at you with a smile. “Actually i’ll be staying , just put it on her tab” . 

You walk over to the riris table pissed off. “Why are you here?” you ask her in an angry tone. Riri drank her champagne  and stared at you . The thing with riri is whenever you would get mad at her she liked it she liked the way anger looked on you . She liked it so much that while you guys were together she would do small things that she knew made you made mad , she did it so you could yell at her . “ Here to see you of course i couldn’t let you look like a goddess and I not talk to you” she says with a smile. “ So what i'm here if you wanted to go out on a date” you ask riri with a smile.”Yeah basically “ riri responds as she stares as while taking a sip of Chamgane ”. 

“Well sense you want it to be a “date” let's enjoy this “date” You say as move your seat more close to the table. You get the bottle of chamagne riri already ordered and you begin to pour yourself some in a glass. You place the champagne bottle on the spot it was previously at. You take a sip from your glass and place your glass on the table when you finished. You look up at sky and show a light smile. “Dosen’t the sky look breath taking” you ask rir as you set your eye from the sky to her. “Its breathtaking like you “ riri flirts. “Oh thank you “ you say being pleasant. 

For the next couple hours you and riri talked about everything. Your relationship , Work, Friends, Everything to catch eachother up on. You put in your half for the bill and sighed . “I wasn’t expecting my self love date to turn out like this , but i enjoyed this more than i thought i would “ You said as you got up to put your coat on. “I’m glad you enjoyed this “ she says as she puts on her coat. The two of you walk out of the restaurant talking about some funny experiences when you guys where still together. You guys laugh and laugh until you guys stopped at your car. “I hope we can do this again sometime “ riri says as she opens the car door for you . “Yeah maybe we can do this again”  you say as you look at riri with a smile. She closes the car door and you look at her until she walked away. 

“I think im in love “ you yell knowing well your car wasn’t sound proof. You couldn’t be in love right shes your ex . She put you through hell and you don’t want to go through that again . It like riri knew what to do and what to say to get you back. “ No i can’t be in love , i have moved on and im probably just a little tipsy” you say trying to put your feelings aside . “ Theres no way I’m in love this quick you know “ you say keep trying to put your feelings aside knowing well you couldn’t put true love aside. You drive out the parking lot and head home . 

At Home

You where now settled into your home after the date with riri. You were still torn thinking about if you where still in love with riri. You couldn’t believe it . Why ? Because while riri was out of your life you where “healing and moving on” . Or so you thought . You went to your bedroom and digged up a box. The box had the only good memories of you and riri’s relationship . Unlike other people who burned , selled or even threw away all memories you kept them knowing before what ever happened that the 2 of you did have good times and it wasn’t always bad. You open the box and take out the pictures and look threw them. You saw pictures of you and riri at a  fair , carnival, party,farm etc you smiled and chuckled at some pictures. When you looked at the pictures long enough you had flashbacks . 

Fair Flash Back Starts

“Hey excuse me ma,am can you take this picture of me and my girlfriend “ you ask a lady ready to hand her the camera. “Sure why not “ you guys kiss and hold up the teddy bear that yall named “ Mr. Honey” . “what a lovely couple yall are i hope you guys like the picture “ the lady says as he hands you the camera back . “thank you have a nice day” you say smiling . “babe we should go on that “ She says she points at the sky master . “Im not going on that all that food i just ate, Im not throwing up tonight “ you say as you laugh. You guys walk around the fair until you to go on the swing ride. “Looks like im going to have Mr.honey in my lap “ you say with a laugh. “Mr.Honey is lowkey lucky” riri says as she laughs. 

Fair Flash Back Ends 

You open your eyes and go back to present time . You place the pictues back in the box and you place it under you bed. You go to your full body mirror and you began to look at yourself and think. 

Is the love worth my going through that pain again ? 

You turn off your bedroom lights and lay back in your bed. You let the question wander around in your head until you stopped, You layed your head on your pillow and went to sleep for the night. 

Was the love for riri that important that you would go through that pain again?

[elvispresleyslut]

Daddy’s Best Friend, Elvis Presley | Chapter 2

I woke up to the nice sound of chirping birds outside the bedroom window and squeal with a stretch. After gathering my thoughts I gently sit up and look around noticing how unkept my room must look but somehow I stay unbothered to change any of that.

It’s around mid afternoon and I come to realization that I’ve slept half of my birthday away. But i completely forgot that I was home alone, I was supposed to be awake by now and getting ready for my party that I honestly didn’t want to attend.

Moaning, I walk to my bathroom and begin a shower. Hot water was so needed on my back. As I wash my hair with my scented shampoo I think back to the silk robe that laid over Elvis’ body so naturally, how was all his clothing just so perfect for only him?

My bottom lip becomes caught between my top set of teeth at the thoughts I spur into my mind on accident and my hand begins its own journey down my toned stomach eventually meeting my core.

My head falls back against the tiled shower wall and a soft whimper falls from my lips as the tips of my fingers tease my now swollen clit. I inhale a breath of air out of my mouth and think back to the other evening and i can smell his soft pink pepper and sandalwood scent, I could really just sit and smell his clothes all day. I slip my slender fingers inside my pussy gently making that comforting come here motion inside right against the spot i needed him the most.

His smell almost became stronger in my nostrils as i got closer and before i could take in the fact that i was actually doing this i was having the most harsh orgasm standing n’ all.

My legs trembled.

I clean myself off in the shower afterwards quickly trying to ignore the self embarrassment creeping behind my back and up my already tense shoulders. I step out of the shower drying off and realize I have to now rush to be decent looking.

Now i truly felt useless.

I picked out a short white silk dress matched with a hair band and off white heels with small amounts of jewelry. I wasn’t much for jewelry..not on me anyways.

I brush out my long brown hair and watch the heavy waves form. I felt satisfied with the look and slid on the hair band and smile the best i can in the mirror.

Was my eyeliner too much? Did i look slutty? I frown and look in my lap trying to ease my overthinking brain. I decide to stand up and grab my little handbag for the day and spray perfume before walking out of my room. I grab my keys off the kitchen table and head to my little red cadillac.

I open my door and crouch down into my seat. I look into the rearview mirror and reapply my lip gloss hoping maybe it would appeal to someone.

I buckle up and slowly back out of my driveway and head to the Presley home. I needed something to calm my nerves and cigarettes weren’t cutting it this time, which for me was never so good. I light another and turn up the radio and elvis’ suspicious minds plays.

I sigh with exhaustion of him but i regretfully find myself with my free arm in the air as i sing along with the song swaying in my seat gently as i drive.

Too soon i arrive at the gates of graceland and I can already see that the whole front was full of cars. I throw my cigarette butt out and continue up the drive parking in the first free space i find.

Turning the car off i throw my keys into my bag and unbuckle following steps out of my car. My mom meets me halfway at the front door and lets me inside leading me to where everyone is outback by the pool,i suddenly need another cigarette. Maybe a drink too.

This was going to be too long of a day.

“Hi..Kimberly.” My grandmother says to me softly sitting in the shade forcing a pained smile.

I roll my eyes and instantly hope she didn’t notice. I’m so disrespectful.

“That..dress..is awfully shor-something i mean, darlin’. Did ya leave the rest of it at the house?” she says with a giggle as if her “joke” was actually funny.

I subconsciously tug it down and just laugh her dig off. Bfore I can think of something clever to reply my rather loud friend Anne slaps me on the bottom.

“Hey guuurrrlll!!” She yells right in my ear. “Happy birthdaaaayy baby!” I smile and thank her whilst she pulls me into a big hug.

Anne whispers something incoherently into my ear and I raise my eyebrows at her asking her to repeat herself as I pull out of her grasp. She rolls her eyes and laughs repeating her comment, “I said, Have you seen Mr.P himself? Dude looks like a goddamn snack.” She licks her lips and smirks knowingly at me and I blush a dark red adverting my gaze across the room looking for him.

She points near the diving board of the pool and I shoot my hand over my face as if I was truly shocked. Anne laughs, “Yeah..He looks real good and P-Prescilla couldn’t make it.”

I frown. “Whats up with that?” I ask as I pull out a cigarette and lighter taking a puff of the lit up relief.

She shrugs her shoulders “No idea really. He was pretty blunt about it..seems like a fight maybe.”

I frown and shake my head. What if this was my fault somehow? I sigh and find a seat near the pool directly in the warm suns direction. Anne sits beside me in another chair and we chit chat lightly about the party and guests.

“You gonna even talk to him? Also your glowing. Did you get some? Or is that the birthday?” I gulp. Did I really look fucked just from the shower this morning?

Sighing I reply, “I havent even had a chance to think about what to say to him. Thanking him over and over would just be cliche..” I pause. “And no I didn’t “get some”’ I say mocking her words. “I just.. Am happy I suppose.”

“Please tell me you didn’t go back to Daniel..” She trails off with worry evident in her voice. Daniel is my long time ex who never seems to truly leave my life i take it, not to mention how destructive and harmful he is and was to me and our relationship.

“No. I’d never do that to myself again.” I frown almost disappointed that she’d wonder that. All she replies with is a shrug of her shoulders.

“H-he is c-coming over here..” I jump with panic and extreme self doubt. “So? You are gonna have to talk to him eventually.. Ya dope!” Anne says with sarcasm dripping.

I glare at her and attempt to hide my face behind my drinking cup but I can already see his boyish grin spreading wider across his face as he approaches closer.

God how was I going to make it when all I could think about was what he’d think of me if he found out some young freak like me was sexualizing him to the point she was finding her own release in just the mere imagination of him.

I look up and fake a smile at him and he tries to get to me faster. I almost feel the urge to turn and walk off but that would be impolite and my mama raised me better than to act a fool.

But fuck I was a fool for him, honestly. Deep in my small stupid mind I knew i’d do anything and whatever he wanted from me, no doubts or questions. And how i just wanted to grab his strong jaw right now in this very moment and lick his perfect teeth and his perfect fucking smile.

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[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Twisted Upside Down

"Keep quiet or you're going to alert everyone to us."

The brunette giggled nervously, needlessly brushing her hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

"Whatever, just shut up. On three, ready? One, two-"

"Dude, we're just shoplifting. I don't see what the countdown is-"

"SHH!"

A security guard came around the corner, a flashlight in his hand. The brunette girl covered her mouth with her hands as the leader of the group, a blonde, put his arm across her chest as if to defend her. The three friends watched the guard walk by their hiding place in the store window, whistling out of tune and completely unaware of them.

"Jesus, Jonah," The blonde snapped in a whisper after the guard was a safe distance away. "Could you share our crime any louder?!"

A younger kid with black hair dyed silver rolled his eyes. "Sor-ry. Who died and made you king of this operation?"

"Knock it off, both of you." The brunette girl looked down the mall hallway as far as the glass storefront would let her. "Do you think he's far enough away?"

"He must be. Let's go. And Jonah, you keep your fucking mouth shut or so help me god-"

"Hey, who has the keys here?" Jonah dangled a key ring in front of the blonde's face. "Be nice to me, Adam."

Adam growled at him and tried to snatch the keys out of his hand. Jonah jerked his hand back just in time and crawled out of their hiding spot, heading for the door.

"If this works," Adam whispered to his girlfriend, "then we'll be the richest kids in Bythorne in about a week."

"Maybe then we can go on an actual date, right? No more of these stupid stealing stunts?"

"C'mon, Eve. You have to admit that these are kind of fun."

Evelin glared at Adam, who gave her a toothy smile in return. When Jonah whispered "got it!", the two left their hiding spot and rushed through the now-opened door.

"You could get into so much trouble for this," Evelin said to Jonah as he locked the door behind them. "You do realize that, right."

"Me? Nah, my folks won't give a shit." Jonah spun the key ring around his finger with a cocky grin. "I'll just tell them that I forgot to pay for it or whatever. No big deal."

"You 'forgot' to pay for a handful of wedding rings?"

"I'll just show them the one. They already know I kinda like jewelry, this will be nothing."

He was lying though his teeth, Adam could tell. The 12-year-old's hands were shaking so hard that he almost dropped the key ring while he was spinning it. Still, he at least looked and sounded calm. Jonah could lie his way out of murder if he had the right alibi lined up.

Adam respected a good liar, in a roundabout way. Twisting a tale to suit their own ends so much so that when the truth came out, it was hard to pin it on them. (Though the fact that Jonah's parents were respected members of Bythorne's community really helped his reputation, he supposed.)

"He's coming back!"

Evelin's anxious whisper brought Adam back to reality and made Jonah jump and look behind him. Soft tings were heard and Jonah swore before dropping to his knees. "Shit! No, no, don't do this to me!"

"What happened?" Adam asked, kneeling down beside him.

"I-I dropped the rings!"

"You did WHAT?"

Jonah winced when Adam flew off the handle at him. "You fucking moron! It's pitch black in here, we're never gonna find them!"

"I didn't do it on PURPOSE!" Jonah shot back.

"No, but if you weren't so fucking clumsy-"

"Uh, guys? The-The night guard?"

Jonah stood up, leaving Adam to paw uselessly around for the dropped rings. A flashlight lighting him up made him squint, but it was also a stroke of luck-he'd only dropped two of them.

The guard was panting as he made his way over, just in time for Adam to scoop up the rings and stick them into Jonah's jacket pocket. He eyed the kids before speaking. "What're you three doing?"

Jonah balked like a deer in headlights. Evelin had to nudge him to wake him up again. "We, uh-I, um-"

"We didn't realize how late it had gotten," she spoke up for him.

The security guard squinted at Jonah. "Do I know you?"

Jonah nodded slowly. "Yeah, y-you might know my dad. Marvin Marshall?"

"You're Mervin's kid!"

The three of them breathed a collective sigh of relief. Step one of not being arrested was complete. Now Jonah just had to keep talking.

"Yeah, h-he let me come here with a few friends-"

"To study," Adam chipped in.

"Come here with a few friends to study. And I guess we sort of lost track of time, so..."

The security guard shook his head with a chuckle. "Alright, I'll let you off the hook. Come with me, I'll let you out."

The trio didn't argue. Jonah passed off the key ring to Adam, who slipped it in a trash can on the way to the mall's entrance. Surely someone who ran a store selling diamond rings could replace them easily enough.

Evidence of their crime: erased.

The security guard let them out, asked Jonah to tell his parents that he said hi and they were in the clear. Jonah went to unlock his bike from the pole in front of the mall and Adam stood awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. He hated this part.

Jonah looked up when he walked over. His eyes hardened when he saw who it was and he went back to messing with the lock. Adam cleared his throat. "So, um...About earlier. I'm sorry that I shouted at you and swore at you. I was just a little stressed out, and uh-"

"It's not the first time you've done something like that."

Adam cringed and hunched his shoulders. "I know, and I-I really am sorry, Jonah. I'm trying to work on it, I promise that I am."

Jonah looked back up at him. He seemed to mull over Adam's apology before shaking his head with a small smile. He stood up, grabbed Adam's free hand, dug through his jacket pockets and dumped all the rings into it.

"Here." He patted the rings. "Send that to your friend in Mandela. Once you buy me a car with the money from them, we'll be even."

Adam raised an eyebrow. Jonah grinned at him, making him snicker. "Sure, man. Whatever you say."

He gave him a salute, freed his bike from the lock and went off to his house. Evelin startled Adam by walking up beside him and taking his hand. "Good job with the apology."

"Wh-screw you!"

"I was being serious." She took a few steps away and pulled him along. "C'mon. Walk home with me."

Adam grumbled under his breath but obeyed, sticking the rings into the hood of his sweater.

The two walked in silence for some time, the wind blowing leaves around their shoes. Evelin started idle chatter about whatever came to mind, though Adam only tuned in when she mentioned Dave. "You know that Dave likes you, right?"

Adam blinked at her. Evelin snickered. "Dave Lee. My foster dad. Hello?"

"Oh, him." Adam hoped he wasn't blushing, feeling a little bit foolish. "Yeah, I knew that. He's told you in front of me often enough."

"Sure. Well anyway, he's got a friend in the police force. And you know, if you went to live with him instead, we could see each other every da-"

"I can't just move in with any fuckin' person, Eve. They have to be a registered foster parent. Didn't you know that?"

Evelin bit her lip and looked away. "No, I must've...Never mind."

The walk was awkwardly silent from then on. Adam was lost in thought again when Evelin tugged on his arm. She smirked while she waited for him to clue in. "Oh. We're here."

Evelin laughed and pulled him closer to her. "Come sleep over! I didn't get to see you for most of school today."

"I know, I know, stupid doctor's appointment." Adam pulled his hand free. "I can't, though. Mary would throw a fit if I disappeared from her house to sleep over with you."

Evelin sighed. "I wish you would tell her what you were up to. At least a white lie version of the truth."

"No way in Hell."

Evelin looked conflicted. Finally, she shook her head and kissed his cheek. "Good night, Adam. See you tomorrow."

She headed inside with that, unlocking the door with the key hidden under the doormat. Adam seriously considered following her in for a moment, ditching his foster parent to spend the night with his girlfriend again. Dave did like him, after all. Maybe he would cover for him out of appreciation for "young love" or whatever he wanted to call it.

But he was already pushing it with Mary. He was supposed to be grounded for two weeks because of another exploit done a month earlier.

He still winced when he remembered her words before giving the punishment. "You'll never be adopted if you keep acting like this!"

Bold of her to assume he'll ever be adopted at all.

[iknuusobrieflyudedsoapdog]

Shot myself in the foot by not communicating well enough

TLDR; I thought she was only dating me. She is not.

I’ve liked this girl since the moment I met her last summer. She had a girlfriend at the time and was a friend of a friend. I didn’t ask for her number or to hang out because I knew she was dating someone.

Some months pass and last November she reached out to me. I make jewelry and she asked for a custom. We met up for the exchange and I just remember thinking “god I wish this was a date,”

I’d see her at a party. Her face would be on my friends instagram. Shed stop by one of the markets I was vending.

In July this year, she asked me to go to a baseball game with her. I still felt a magnetic pull towards her and was still attracted to her. We started hanging out as friends. We never crossed any sort of boundaries beyond friends.

Still I was certain she liked me too. I could just feel it. But also she’d say stuff like “I could never date you, you’re a slow drinker,” or “I could never date you, you don’t wear glasses,”

Once at a book store she was being a bit negative about her appearance and I assured her she was very attractive and I thought she was gorgeous. She was so stumped by this comment I had to face the other way to keep from saying more.

Another time at a bar, she confessed to a friend that "oh we met because I was in love with her,"

She was also in an abusive relationship. That baseball game she invited me to was because her girlfriend had bailed. The whole night, and every time we hung out, she would say she hated her girlfriend and tell me INSANE things about her girlfriend. They finally broke up in early October.

On Halloween I was super bummed out. None of my friends could hang out, my costume I’d ordered in the summer was lost in shipping, it just wasn’t my day. I should have taken that as a sign.

This girl I like invites me out. I say yes. I realize the friend she brought along is actually someone she’s been dating. I don’t want to be alone on Halloween or disappoint her by leaving super early so I thought it out.

Seeing this girl I’m massively crushing on kiss and hold hands and flirt with another girl was honestly devastating. I rarely catch feelings for anyone, it’s been years.

Over the weekend I mope. Once I’m done moping I tell her how I feel. She feels the same. She tells me she thinks of me all the time, she never thought I felt the same, that my company means everything to her, she’s incredibly interested in me.

We make a date for that Thursday. We land on going to the movies. Trying to hold someone’s hand and act cute during the Substance is incredibly hard. But still we had fun! When the movie ends I notice she’s looking at her phone.

The girl she took out on Halloween forgot her keys. Our date is total interrupted and I was honestly really bummed. We sit in front of her apartment waiting for the other girl. I ask about this other girl, I try to figure out if they’re dating still.

This is where I fuck up.

“She doesn’t even like me that way,” is the response I got. I didn’t press it further and I should have. I took this to mean they weren’t dating.

We agree to met up the next day. And I’m determined to redeem myself for our awkward first date.

Massively successful second date!!! Yay!!! I was elated. We ended the night with a heavy make out session and I felt pretty proud of the little “wow”she kept saying.

This next part is where so much of the heart break I’m feeling now comes from. I don’t get to see her for a whole month. Im out of town to see family, then she is. I get back and she’s swamped for finals. Her finals end and I’m in another state for work.

We were finally going to see each other again this Friday but she got in a fight with her dad and bowed out of our plans.

Today we got to meet for lunch! During our lunch she keeps talking about her ex-girlfriend and the girl from Halloween. I ask if she’s still seeing them. She says yes. I wanted to cry.

I stopped talking to other girls back in September when I thought my feelings for this girl were too large to be dating others. I spent this past month desperately wishing to see her. I felt like I had been whisked away from the start of somehting great.

I think if we'd managed to meet up in person after our third date this would have come up again and I wouldnt have minded. Instead I spent a whole month desprately longing for a girl who was still seeing other people. I just dont date more than one person at a time, and I was so blinded by my emotions, I thought she felt just as intesnely as I do and did. But she was seeing someone else. The very girl who absolutely wrecked my heart on Halloween.

Knowing that while I've been alone shes been seeing and sleeping with someone else hurts so bad.

Because we'd been hanging out as friends I thought she remeberd some of the things I've said about what I'm looking for right now and how I date. And maybe she does, but it was stupid of me to think she'd apply things I'd said in the past, to us in the present.

AND I JUST DIDNT GET A CHANCE. We werent able to see eachother for a month. I would have brought that shit up again if we were in person, it would have come up.

Now I'm like "was she really that busy or did she priotize the other girl over me?" "does she like me as much as she says she does?" "would she still be dating this other girl if she wasnt moving away?"

I also told her how much it hurt me when I confessed to her (seeing her with another girl) and I almost wish I knew nothing about it.

After our lunch we walk around a bit. She asks to hold my hand and I tell her I cant do that if shes seeing someone else. I cant see her anymore if shes dating other people. I was on the verge of tears trying to figure out what to say to her and trying to calm myself down.

We go back to her apartment to watch TV. I sit through one episode of kitchen nightmares and ask her to wait with me for a lyft. I couldnt sit in a car with her. I'd have cried so hard.

On the curb she asks what my plans for the week are. I say, "I meant I cant see you at all if youre dating other people. It would hurt me too much,"

"Not even as friends? To me we're friends first,"

*i dont remeber what I said in response to this*

She told me she didn't know it was this serious for me. I honestly wanted to fall to my knees because I felt like I'd cracked my chest open to get how much I liked her across to her. And, I discovered the night we talked about my wants for a relationship, she was drunk, so I don't think she remembered/knew.

She said she would break up with the other two girls. To give her a week. I agreed. We kissed. I left.

I got back home and apologized via text. I had been so overwhelmed in person. I explained myself a bit more. She said she needed more time to put her thoughts together.

Ive just never been anyones choice. No one has ever wanted to date me. No one has ever stuck around that long. Ive never liked anyone this much. It didnt even occur to me that shed still be interested in other people. In my ideal world, she would have stopped seeing that other girl without me even telling her.

I also cant beileve we made out and I didnt know she was sexaully acive with another peson. I feel like a fucking prude but thats how Ive operated in every other sexual encounter I've had. I dont have the right to feel betrayed or hurt but I fucking am.

Ive been crying for hours about this.

[unravelingwires]

Vouchsafing

Odelia said, “I know this is pretty new, but I wished to give you your moors now that you’re leaving for school. Max is receiving his, and it’s traditional.”

Jaya tipped her head to the side. “Am I getting multiple?”

“Well, you’ll receive your Narayana one, of course. I wanted to give you a Chel one as well.” 

Odelia held out her hand with both moores. The Narayana one was exactly what Jaya expected, a dull gold ring. The Chel one was elaborate, transparent and embossed with a coat of arms.

“Ok,” Jaya said.

“Do you really want it?” Odelia asked. “I don’t want to force you into anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“No, I do want it. I do.” Jaya worried at her lip. She didn’t know how to explain that அம்மா and அப்பா didn’t wear moores, that they only bought one for Jaya when they realized Jaya wanted one. How Jaya hadn’t been that excited to get her moores because that wasn’t a connection to anything if her parents didn’t wear them. How she loved the idea of wearing a moore that matched a multi-century generational line, and how awful it was that she traded அம்மா and அப்பா and Poorni for the chance to do so.

Then, she realized what Odelia actually wanted. “I’m just a little overwhelmed. Thank you so much, Mother.”

Mother gasped, then surged forward and hugged her.

Lilith ran a finger over their signature. “That’s it, then.”

“One more piece of business,” Jaya said, holding out a jewelry box. “Your moore.”

“My– what?”

“Oh, my apologies, it’s traditional for sponsorships.” Jaya awkwardly pulled the box back. “If you’re not comfortable–”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” Lilith snatched the box off the table and opened it. “I just didn’t realize– my mom went over every possible sponsorship problem we might have, but she forgot to even mention the moore.” They put the moore on, holding their hand up to the light. Abruptly, they whirled around. “Wait, I didn’t get one for you.”

“Oh, traditionally these–”

“I’m gonna go make one right now!” Lilith ran out.

“...aren't reciprocal.” Jaya smiled ruefully.

Raine dropped a box on Jaya’s lap. “I finished mine.”

Jaya looked at the box for a minute, switching her attention away from her book, before grabbing her bag. “Oh, I have yours right– here!”

Raine opened the box and smiled. “Beautiful.”

“Likewise.” Jaya slid the moore onto her hand.

“But, theoretically, if I to mildly alter it, just because my wardrobe–”

“You can modify it.”

Raine kissed her cheek. “Thank you."

[sixthwater]

Hi! This was a requested topic from a follower quite a bit ago, but due to some life restrictions I was unable to get to it until now. You may ask 'why are people attracted to me', but I asked what your attractive qualities are in general

(Left → Right / Pile 1 → Pile 4)

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Pile One

Personality: Ace of Swords Rx, II of Wands Rx, Seeker (Shadow)

There’s a bit of fogginess present which makes me think of how people with Piscean energy tend to space out or get caught in their thoughts. It’s not a confused energy, but it’s how your brain is working so much, having an active imagination or very present thought process. The Two of Wands can stand for messy plans but it’s really not that I’m getting chaos or being unprepared, it’s more like an active energy, very excited and bouncy but it’s not loud like a fire sign. Also now that I’m realizing, I already forgot to get your archetype so how fitting. Aaannndd you would not believe it: Seeker in the shadow trait which says, “Inability to commit to a path once found”. It reminds me of Mutable energy overall, if I want to be specific then Gemini, but it’s the idea that there are a lot of neat and interesting things out there and you just don’t want to miss it. Due to this, you have a lot of facets that have been unlocked and you’re a very interesting person to talk to. You can be approached by a lot of people because you take interest in a lot of things. Now promising that you’ll be present, or you won’t be distracted mid conversation? That’s hard to say, but you can hold people’s attention, or have very intriguing ones because they don’t just die out. I like the art on the the Two of Wands because that’s what it feels like quite literally in your mind sometimes. You want to go in both directions at once, like you wish you could split up and then reconvene and share the stories between your ‘two experiences’ afterwards. Really strong Gemini Moon vibes but really it’s still just Mutable overall. Honestly some Aquarian / Air energy overall because there’s a feeling of being a ditz on the surface but you are very complex and intelligence underneath, there’s just some difficulty in taking all your thoughts and making a coherent or cohesive sentence with all of it. Regardless, everything in the world seems fun to you, and sometimes this can lead to a bit of decision paralysis because everything seems so tantalizing, but this tends to draw people in.

Physically: King of Wands Rx, IX of Wands Rx, Temperance Rx, Chiron, Eris

Interesting and Fun! You know how they always talk about how you can spot an Aquarius placement from a mile away? That’s you. There’s a chameleon? Lizard? There’s a reptile sitting on the King’s shoulders, the guy in the Nine of Wands is decked out in feathers, and Temperance is reversed. Whatever you choose to go out in, you wear it loud and proud. There’s a three different ways this is coming out. For the first group; there’s specific jewelery you like to wear or you like tattoos or piercings/jewelry that isn’t subtle. So, according to societal standards: septum piercings, full sleeve or back tattoos, gauge earrings — stuff like that. On the flip side it can also be a cherished necklace or accessory that you’re always seen with regardless of wardrobe, or you happen to dye your hair a lot (or your chosen colors are very striking). For the second group, you make sure you stand out, but in a more subtle way. It’s like everything that’s put together for the outfit is chosen very carefully, but in a muted sense. So you still fit in with the colors of the season, you’re not being brazen, but you make sure you can catch people’s eyes with the way you fit into the outfit or that when the outfit all comes together, it’s a statement or it’s definitely A Look for the gram (the type to dress up decently for a late night snack run). For the third and last group, it could simply just be that you’re a minority in your community. So someone black growing up in a community that’s mainly white, which will make you stand out. From the amount of intense rock songs that started to play as I got to this part, I’m thinking the majority of you will resonate with the first section, or eventually want to shift your style to that. Regardless, you are someone who wants to be known for you, it’s not really about being different, but you don’t like watering yourself down to being accepted by others. Which I think is so interesting because with these messages we have two Conflicting ass asteroids: Chiron and Eris. I believe you have to have some dreamy or bright eyes, or a bright smile. There’s also the feeling that when people see you presenting yourself as authentically as you please, it gives them some comfort that it’s not as embarrassing or as bad as it might be? Like they’ll stick out like a sore thumb and people will mock them for it like they’re cringe or something, but that’s not the case. So you help soothe other people’s worries even if they don’t actively tell you. I’m really getting the eye or smile feeling though. Like when you interact with others it’s really contrasting to the intense nature of your looks. Eris backs it up though that like, you do have an intensity about you at the same time. It’s not intimidating but it’s more like. You are who you are and no one can take that from you. Which is really neat. The girl in Temperance and Chiron really back up the energy felt within the first section though that there’s this somewhat soft and explorative energy to be sought within you. There’s also a chance of having a generational planet within your first house as strangers might sense some familiarity within you even though there...won’t actually be any.

What Do Strangers Find Attractive About You: Lavender — Surround Yourself With Love

Exactly!!! I think it’s quite obvious that you don’t associate with people that make you feel less than. You’re not one to quickly judge others and you give everyone a bit of a chance, but if people don’t extend the same openness and warmth to you then it’s over. Like I said, you’re quite sure of yourself and you don’t waste your time on people who want you to abide by their rules if it means abandoning parts of yourself. Iconic as the kids say.

Also! So many reversed cards, it’s like an active ‘I’m standing out I’m gonna be me’ statement it’s really cute!

Songs: Born For This – The Score, Big Yellow Taxi – Counting Crows, Beautiful Bride – Flyleaf, F**K You – Sleeping With Sirens

Pile Two

Personality: VI of Wands Rx, VIII of Pentacles, Child: Magical

A quiet hard worker. Someone who is okay with blending into the background and let’s their work speak for itself. It’s crazy how in sync all of these cards are because the princess in the Eight of Pentacles is sworn to silence until she is able to finish making the sweaters required or the curse will never be lifted (despite the toll it’s taking), the warrior in the Six of Wands is being rewarded for stepping from under her father’s light and making a name for her own (but it’s reversed), and the magical card talks about being enduring and always seeing the light within the most mundane and even in the worst of times. Being able to see the good end despite what’s happening. You are someone who is very co-operative with others, and I’m getting a strong sense of loyalty. It’s not undying, nor is it foolish, but it’s like...you don’t feel the need to always be the star of the show. Strong Virgo energy, that’s all that’s coming through. Also a very quiet pile as well. It’s a feeling of what you have you always share with others. There is a lack of ego, but it’s not concerning? You are a hard-worker and you always make sure whatever you’re putting your effort towards (relationships, projects, hobbits, etc) turns out polished and full of love, but you don’t need to be praised for it because it’s expected in your eyes. Considering that this is what’s attractive, you are really appreciated by those that know you. They realize that you’re a catch and no one puts in the work like you do. Especially unprompted. I keep glancing back at the princess crying in the Eight of Coins and the only thing is that you raise other people up while you— ah yes the song that’s playing. You support and raise others up but you shy or run away from the same thing, or you shrug it off as if you don’t need it. So people tend to see you as someone very strong and indomitable but you are still human so please be vulnerable so they can send that love right back when you need it. I also kept fighting the urge to go back and Actively work on Pile One, since I usually just go and make final changes once I’m done the entire thing, so please don’t be afraid to take up space or soak up the limelight guys.

Physically: The Devil, X of Swords Rx, Aquarius, Neptune

A lot of things are coming in so some might resonate or it might not. A good lot of you might have chosen this pile because the cards are very excited to talk, but I also think that you guys just don’t get the chance (choose) to vent a lot. So immediately I get the feeling that you might have a visible scar or birthmark. Doesn’t have to be big but it’s a ‘cute little quirk’ or defining feature. There’s something with the back that people or someone really likes regardless of the other messages I’m trying to talk about with this card because I keep coming back to physical traits. Those little angel wing tattoos? That people get on their backs are coming up as well. Anyway, you’re not how you appear is the second main message. Some might look at you like you’re a fallen angel (I always think of a back-stabbed angel with this card for some reason) who could solve all of their problems. Like you’re really innocent, but of course as we know your personality isn’t necessarily like that. It’s a calm muted energy but you’re not just an innocent dating sim NPC. You can come off as tantalizing to some people, or like it’s addicting to be around you (as in you have a fun energy), but I mainly get the feeling that you mirror people. In a way that you match whatever vibe is being thrown at you. Again, you really fall into the background by choice most times, so matching the energy levels would make sense because it’s along the process of making sure others are comfortable. There’s a feeling of containment, especially with expression, but sometimes your authenticity can come through. It could be that you maybe decorate your bag or desk with little objects of your liking so people can pick up on your personality, but I feel like it’s more tiny slip-ups.

What Do Strangers Find Attractive About You: Grey – Endings are Inevitable

You’re a realistic person. You’re the friend who helps ground others but not in a pessimistic sense. It’s more like; yes it’s going to rain, and it’s going to be cloudy for a couple of days, but then the sun comes out and then we get to go for a walk again. People like that you can balance coming off as practical while still being a sweetie and idealistic. This is such strong Sixth house energy it’s kind of crazy. There is a high chance that many people come to you for advice, or see you as somewhat wise—someone who has a lot of resources saved or has a lot of life experience. I will say that maybe this energy is currently happening because young forever started playing as I got this song so I hope you guys treat yourself kindly throughout this process.

Songs: Nesshoku Starmine – Roselia, This Day – Jingle Jangle (The Musical), Calm Me Down – American Authors, Life In Color – OneRepublic, Young Forever – Nicki Minaj

Pile Three

Personality: The Lovers Rx, V of Swords Rx, Midas / Miser

Oh no a goofy pile. Before I explain that, I immediately got independence and knowing when to walk away from disputes or a difficult situation. You use your wit, charm, and knowledge to avoid getting yourself into situations like those of the Five of Swords. The downside of this is that you don’t seem the most open or friendly? To be fair, when people think of ‘friendly’ they think of customer service friendly and chatty. You are quite smooth and flexible—you know how to work a crowd or your ‘audience’ when you need to and then you usually go into hiding right afterward. It’s funny because to strangers it’s like ‘ooo this person is strong and independent they don’t need anyone’ and you know how that draws people in, because they want to be the one person that you bend to. However from your end you’re just quite literally kind of introverted. You don’t really need to always be around people, if you’re around people then cool, if you aren’t then cool. You don’t feel strongly one way or the other, it kind of depends on the day lmao. So you probably have your Sun opposing your ASC, or strong energy in your Tenth that’s blocking out your personal planets or more muted placements that displays how you truly come across. People take delight in speaking to you or hearing your ideas because you’re ingenius and also just really funny? Quite literally if you look at the Midas / Miser card that’s how you come off. In public or when you’re flexing your abilities, you come off as the blonde (?) one. When you’re able to retreat you immediately start acting like the guy at the bottom haha. Also. Slime by Danny Gonzalez immediately started playing when I pulled your cards and if you’re not familiar, it’s a song poking fun at how adult youtubers who make very specific content for children have to navigate their lives offline which...was way too on the nose for this.

Physically: Page of Wands, King of Wands, Lunar Eclipse, First House

Oh you’re lying!!!! I was thinking about this when looking at The Lovers card but I always think of interracial couples because it’s represented by Beauty and the Beast, so with it reversed I was thinking “oh they’re probably conventionally attractive but that doesn’t really matter right now” but apparently it did!!! I guess so because I brought up the ASC up there but whatever!!! With the First House yeah I feel like either a Venusian or Scorpio Rising? I also keep thinking of Sagittarius thanks to these Wands but I’m putting that on pause and saying Jupiter/Venus in first. Venusians are usually the rising signs that people see as conventionally attractive, not because they are, but because of how they carry themselves and interact with others, there’s less of a push back on them. Scorpio Risings have that previous impression of “oh you’re not talking therefore you are alluring”, and people just enjoy the jovial energy of a Sagittarius rising. There’s just something about the way you present yourself that draws people in. I’m not really getting the way you dress with this pile, it’s more about the way you carry yourself. The Lunar Eclipse is definitely giving me this ASC-Opposition feeling. It doesn’t have to be the sun, but a very important planet (chart ruler or the moon) is being masked by your rising. It’s giving me strong Seventh house vibes though because that always deals with the “omg I didn’t know you were like that” “I literally said this five days ago” frustrated feeling. I think people enjoy getting to know you though because it’s refreshing? You seem very routine-based to them so when they get to see you act outside of that it’s very exciting? Now these wands...lost my mind. One part of it is that I think people enjoy seeing you grow. You’re never halting your progress and you always like to expand your knowledge or ‘business�� (idk why I keep using business as an example///). However for others, you just have a very light-hearted and free-spirited energy and a very good song came on for this! You’re never too bothered about appearances yeah. Both court cards look very extravagant but when you look closer it’s just kind of...it’s just some fabric. You might also have an ‘unsual’ pet. It’s not exotic or anything but it’s not someone’s first choice so think like ferret, birds, snakes, etc. Due to that, it’s not a forgettable quality.

What Do Strangers Find Attractive About You: Castle – It’s Time for Healing, Not War

You give good advice. You’re a little different from Pile Two in regards to this. People already seek you out for your charisma, but this is an unexpected element in the interaction. During conversations and interactions, you throw in little examples of your experiences and people begin to realize there’s a lot more to you. I think that’s why people enjoy when you peel back a bit of those layers because it’s a nice change. People seek you out for a lot more than the usual, because you have more to give than just your regular brand, whatever it might be. They enjoy just. Talking to you to be honest. I’m not sure how many realize this, but you’re not a perfect person. You are not an angel here to spread whatever gospel every other person is always trying to preach as if they’ve never done anything bad in their life, which is really nice to interact with from time to time. Also I don’t know why I want to say this but you can be a little blunt at times too, which can be funny.

Songs: Slime – Danny Gonzalez, Kyouran Hey Kids!! – THE ORAL CIGARETTES, Blowback – The Killers, smiling when i die – Sasha Alex Sloan, Nobody’s Home – Avril Lavigne, Tongue Tied – Grouplove, Spectrum – Florence + The Machine

Pile Four

Personality: X of Wands Rx, Knight of Wands, Knight

So interestingly enough, I was almost immediately denied access to get your cards, but obviously I’m here so I was let in, and then I get all these cards as well as your first song lmao. So quite the dramatic change. Your pile has such a light-hearted energy. I want to say pile because I. Feel like the authenticity is a bit protected right now lol. So for right now, the pile is giving off some fun and light-hearted energy. It feels like playing pretend, like if you look between the two knight cards (ironically), it reminds me of kids laying down their rules and making up their world and someone is going to go save the princess. There’s an romanticism of love movies and scenarios—it’s a very pure and cute energy. It’s not soft though, it’s very loud and brash almost. Your pile doesn’t like dealing with pessimism, or I should say they don’t believe that life or love has to be hard and heavy or deep. Not in an immature way, but like you can have a happy and breezy time while still be undying and intense like the way media always tries to talk about love. There’s a reckless side of your pile too that can be quite obnoxious. I always take this Knight of Wands card to be a bit loud and a sign of someone not knowing when to shut up because of it’s story haha. It’s also an energy of someone who isn’t afraid to go against the grain and be themselves. I feel like people are expecting the prim and polished personality and appearance of the first card, but what they get for life is the second knight card. Both are cute but the second one is just a lot more to handle when it’s unexpected, however both are true to who you are. Giving big Leo energy.

Physically: IX of Wands Rx, X of Pentacles Rx, Full Moon, Gemini

I’m not taking it for your song, but Dangerously In Love by Beyonce is playing right now. I think you really captivate people by your dualistic nature, but at the same time you don’t...it’s a bit difficult to explain. So there are different sides to you, but they’re both authentic. You’re not putting up a front, it’s just that sometimes one is more prominent than the other or you’re just feeling that mood more than the other. It’s not something you really hide either, like if you pay attention to conversations or details, it’s very clear that both the prim and proper knight as well as the rowdy knight are both you, and that bleeds over into your appearance as well. It’s weird because I need to interpret this Ten of Pentacles in both ways. The Nine of Wands just completely stands for you not really caring about appearances. Fully. It’s not something that you really give much thought unless you’re kinda forced to, which brings us to our Ten. On some days, you are looking Extravagant very put together 10/10. It could be that your outfit fits your style and look perfectly, or it’s for an event, etc. However sometimes there will be a few things out of place or maybe it’s like a bit messy—feels like those like ‘messy bun’ hairstyles? Due to the influence of this Nine of Wands. Then on other days you just go back to be completely natural full on sweatpants no attempt at wardrobe—complete contrast to what people are imagining in their head. I don’t know why I get the sense that people don’t immediately meet you first before they get to know you lol. However the way you can just jump from both ends of the spectrum at random moments and still look pretty good is really impressive to people.

What Do Strangers Find Attractive About You: Escapist – Come Home to Yourself

Yup! You have a great imagination and you don’t stress the practicality of it all. I don’t really get that you avoid things too much, even though this card does warn of it, but this is one of your strengths. You enjoy having a good time, and you encourage those around you to de-stress and just do something they enjoy every once in a while (or thrice in a while, fuck it). People are drawn in by that charismatic nature you have quite easily. I’m going to sound annoying, but I think just being careful balancing Fifth and Sixth house energies (so hobbies in contrast to stuff like daily chores) will give you a pretty strong mindset.

Songs: DOLLA SIGN SLIME (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) – Lil Nas X, Just Around the Riverbend – Pocahontas (Movie), Alive – Krewella, I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way I’m Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) – Fall Out Boy

[age-of-greta]

The Lovers

The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor's lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gaine, or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting.

Author’s note: hi again!! As always, this fic has two time jumps, then and now. I proofread but typos happen. Still plan on posting every week! Enjoy!!!!!

Pairings: Jake x reader & Sam x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, adult content, fingering, minors DNI

Word count: 7.1k

PART 4:

THEN:

Around two you had gotten a text from Sam.

Dinner tonight at 7? Changed our flight from late tonight to early in the morning. Josh insisted on going to a seafood bar as a parting goodbye to Atlanta. I couldn’t agree more, Atlanta is known for their bountiful oceans and fresh seafood supply.

You giggle at his text and reply letting him know that you’re there. You felt sad deep down that they were leaving. The past few days you had really grown to like these boys. Not to mention the fact that you and Jake had something between you that you hadn’t even begun to explore. You huffed and focused your mind back to work. You had a case brief in half an hour and needed to be prepared.

**

When you left work you went straight back to your apartment. You wanted to change out of your pantsuit before meeting the boys for dinner. You didn’t pick anything too fancy, just a black bodycon skirt with a Harley Davidson tee that you tied in the front. You added your trusty Docs and a lot of jewelry. You let your hair down, then spritzed yourself down with a body spray, and added a little powder and lip liner to your makeup before deciding you were ready. Your phone started buzzing. It was 6:25 and Sam was calling you.

“Hello?” You answered your phone.

“Hey sorority girl I hope you’re ready because we are in an Uber in your parking garage waiting for you.” Sam says.

You huff out a laugh. “What? Okay yeah I’m ready I’ll be down in a minute.” You say rushing around looking for your purse.

“I anticipate your presence madame.” Sam says before hanging up.

**

You make it down to the parking garage and scoot into the Uber XL. Danny is in the front seat, Sam is in the middle seats, and Josh and Jake are in the back. You sit down next to Sam and say your hellos to everyone.

“You smell good.” Jake says while you’re fastening your seat belt.

You look back and smile at him. “Thank you.”

“Ew don’t be weird Jake. Anyway, how was your day today? Were you hungover?” Sam asks you.

“It was good. I wasn’t too hungover. I had a coffee this morning that really helped.” You reply to Sam knowing Jake can hear you.

“Well good you had me worried when you didn’t text me that you made it in safe last night. I waited up until Jake got back to make sure you had gotten inside.” Sam says.

Shit. You just realized Sam had asked you to text him when you got home, but you had been so preoccupied with Jake you had forgotten.

“Oh I’m so sorry I totally forgot. I got sidetracked when I got home.” You replied shrugging.

“Hm it’s okay I suppose just don’t let it happen again.” Sam says jokingly while nudging you.

**

You made it to the restaurant and were ushered to your table. You sat next to Sam, Josh was on the end, Jake across from you, and Danny next to Jake.

Sam picked up a menu. “Ah yes the finest seafood offerings from Atlanta’s very own coast.”

You laugh at him while Josh huffs unamused. The waitress takes everyone’s drink order and you opt for water after last night’s events.

“I think I want to do a shit ton of appetizers rather than meals. Is that okay with everyone?” Josh says after scanning the menu.

“Josh, did you not take your adderall? Are the choices too overwhelming for you?” Sam says to Josh in a condescending tone.

“Samuel! Please drop out of the band and follow your dream of becoming the world’s worst comedian.” Josh says, flipping Sam off.

You laugh. “Actually Josh, that sounds good to me as long as we can get oysters.”

Jake looks up at you. “Oysters are an aphrodisiac.”

“Yeah well they are also delicious.” You say feeling your cheeks flush just a little bit.

“Fine.” Sam huffs. “But we are getting mozzarella sticks too.”

**

After everyone had finished eating you felt stuffed. You had about 6 oysters, a plate of crab fingers, and of course one mozzarella stick. Josh paid the whole bill with the band’s credit card, and you thanked them. Josh shhh’d you and said you were part of the family now. Secretly you had loved that he said that. It gave you hope that you would all see each other again.

“Is anyone up for ice cream?” You asked the table.

“Um is water wet? Well I know that’s actually like a scientific debate but I’m trying to say yes. Yes.” Sam says downing the rest of his beer.

“Sure.” Jake says, looking at you. “I could go for something sweet.”

You swallow hard at the thought of the innuendo, but don’t let it show on your face.

“Delightful. Let’s go.” You say getting up from the table. You all shuffle out of the restaurant and Sam walks right next to you.

“Where are we going, sorority girl? Are we walking there?” Sam says looking around at the strip of restaurants.

“Yes Sam. This is a big city where we can walk to places instead of taking an Uber to every destination.” You say with a laugh.

“Okay fine but let’s at least have a little more fun with it.” Sam says hooking arms with you and starting to skip.

“Sammy!” You yell as he’s basically dragging you along with his huge strides. Eventually you find your footing and start to skip along with him. “Okay okay enough! You forget I’m in a skirt so I have a more limited range of motion than you.” You say to Sam who holds his hands up to you in defense. You look back and Josh, Danny, and Jake are a little bit behind. Jake is staring at you and Sam. You turn back to Sam. “Okay it’s just right up here.”

“Would you like to share a banana split with me, sorority girl? It’s my favorite.” Sam says giving you a puppy dog face.

“Oh how basic of you. But yeah I will, I happen to enjoy those as well.” You say and hold open the door for him to go in waiting on the rest to follow suit.

“Thank you. What a proper lady.” Josh says entering the ice cream shop.

Danny sighs at him. “Thanks.” He says, nodding.

Jake grabs the door from behind you, putting his arm above you and he stares down at you. “After you.” He says motioning his hand out for you to enter.

“Oh there she is! Sorority girl tell me you like wet nuts!” Sam says half yelling across the shop.

Josh lets out a childish laugh. You just shake your head. “Yeah Sam that’s fine.” You say giving him a thumbs up. Jake is standing next to you gazing at the menu while the others are in line.

“Do you have class in the morning?” Jake asks, not looking away from the menu.

You breathe in but contain your composure. “Nope.” You say back nonchalantly.

“Good.” He says walking towards the counter. Sam walks over to you with a giant banana split and two spoons in hand.

Your eyes widen. “Holy shit Sam, that is a lot of ice cream.”

He shoves his spoon in and takes a bite. “Yeah well we are eating for two.”

You laugh at him and go claim a table in the corner. The rest of the guys join you. You and Sam start taking on the behemoth banana split, but then he pulls out his phone.

“Wait!” He says with a mouth full. “We need a picture before this melts.” He hands his phone to Jake. “Will you take a picture?” He asks his older brother.

Jake looks at him confused. “You want me to take a picture of your ice cream?”

Sam replies. “Yes that should be in the photo, but also me and sorority girl.”

Jake nods his head and holds the phone up.

Sam grabs your shoulder and pulls you closer. “Smile sorority girl.” He says.

You fluff your hair and then flash a smile at the camera. The flash goes off and you think you’re done.

“Now a silly one.” Sam says, opening his mouth like he’s about to bite the ice cream. You stick out your tongue and scrunch your face up. The flash goes off again and this time Sam accepts his phone back.

“Look at these!” Sam says smiling. “Oh I love this one. Definitely your new contact picture.” Sam says, referring to the silly picture. “I’m going to send these to you.”

**

When you had all finished your ice cream you were all ready to leave.

“Ugh I don’t want to leave here. I’ve had such a good time exploring this beautiful city with beautiful people.” Josh says, slinging his arm around you.

“That just means you guys have to come back. You will always have a place to stay.” You say smiling at Josh.

“Hey let’s all take a group picture to commemorate this trip.” Danny suggests.

“Do you want me to take it?” You ask Danny, reaching out for a phone.

“Don’t be silly, you're going to be the star of the picture.” Danny replies back.

Sam decides to use his phone and props it up against a fire hydrant. He sets the timer and runs back over to the group shoving himself between you and Josh. Josh is now next to Sam, who is next to you, Jake is on the other side of you, then Danny next to Jake. Sam puts his arm over your shoulder but Jake wraps his hand around your waist. You all smile while the flash goes off.

“Shit. The picture is a little blurry.” Sam says looking at his phone.

You look at it and smile. “I think it’s great. It encapsulates this trip perfectly.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He says.

“Usually I’m not the party killer but we have to get back to the hotel and pack. We have a 6am flight to catch boys.” Josh says.

“You know why don’t you guys go back to the hotel and I’ll Uber with sorority girl back to her apartment to make sure she gets home safe. Then I’ll meet you all back at the hotel tonight.” Sam suggests.

“Oh yeah sure that works.” Josh says pulling his phone out to call an Uber.

“Is that cool with you?” Sam says looking in your eyes for an okay. You nod your head. Josh calls his Uber and Sam calls one for the two of you. Your Uber arrives first which means it’s time to say goodbye. You thought Jake might plan to see you tonight, but you were unsure now.

“Bye mama. It was an absolute pleasure. We will be back to see you soon.” Josh says hugging you.

“You’re the best tour guide. If you find yourself near Michigan or any of our shows, definitely let us know.” Danny says and gives you a light hug.

You walk over to face Jake. He doesn’t say a word, he just hugs you. Mid hug he whispers, “I’ll see you later.” He breaks the hug and you give him a weak smile not knowing what later actually means. Sam takes your hand and leads you into the Uber. Then you’re off to your apartment.

**

When you finally get back to your apartment you invite Sam in. The whole Uber ride was filled with conversations about fair foods, what patterns you both despised, and guilty pleasure movies.

“I can’t believe your guilty pleasure movie is John Tucker Must Die. That’s such a cheesy 2000s movie.” Sam says slumping into your couch.

“And I can’t believe yours is The Notebook.” You say plopping down next to him.

“Hey I won’t even call it a guilty pleasure. It’s an objectively great movie.” He says raising his hands up in defense.

“If you’re a bird I’m a bird, right Sammy?” You say in a mocking voice.

He laughs at you. “Alright yeah you’re my bird then.” He rests his elbow on the back of the couch and dumps his head in his hand. “Sorority girl, can I be candid?”

You position yourself just like Sam and throw your head in your hand before responding, “Of course you can.”

“I just wanted to say I have really enjoyed getting to know you. I don’t really click with people off the bat. Hell I haven’t clicked like that with someone since I met Daniel in kindergarten. You have a great personality and you’re so authentically you. It’s refreshing.” Sam says, still looking at you.

You smile big at him. “Aw Sammy, stop it, you're making me blush.” You say dramatically, lightly tapping his arm. “But seriously I know what you mean. I haven’t clicked with anyone like that since Lana. It looks like we were fated to be best friends.”

Sam's eyes drop a little, almost like a half wince. “Yeah I couldn’t agree more.” He says.

Your phone buzzes and you look down at it, it’s an unknown number.

I’ll be over in an hour.

Is all it says. You make a confused face, then realize it’s probably Jake. You assumed he got your number from Sam.

“Everything okay?” Sam says.

You change your facial expression fast and form an assuring smile. “Oh yeah it’s just Lana and her boy troubles.” You lie.

You hadn’t quite thought through what the implication of you and Jake sleeping together might mean. It felt especially weird to hide it like some secret from Sam, but you didn’t want it to be a big deal. You were a grown adult and so was Jake.

“Well.” Sam said standing up. “I think I better be off. My Uber is 8 minutes down the street.”

You stand up and basically tackle hug Sam. “I’m going to miss you. You better still talk to me and come to visit.”

Sam grips you back and laughs. “Of course I will. This is goodnight, but not goodbye.” He says and quickly kisses the top of your head. Then he is out your door, but now you have to figure out what the hell is about to happen between you and Jake.

**

You had changed out of your outfit and into a two piece pajama set. It was black silk shorts and a matching tank that had lace on the back with black furry slippers. You changed into a cheeky pair of red lace panties and no bra. You weren’t sure what was going to happen but you wanted to be prepared. You brushed your teeth, reapplied deodorant, added lotion and body spray and paced around. You decided you needed a glass of wine to calm your mind before Jake arrived. The anticipation and unknown had made you anxious, but still excited. While you were mid-pour you heard a knock at your door. Shit, here we go. You fluffed your hair, took a deep breath and opened your door. Jake was standing there casually wearing the same outfit he was at dinner, jeans, a scoop neck grey tee, and a flannel with a silver necklace.

“Hi.” You say meekly.

Jake smiles. “Hello. May I come in?”

You usher him inside and he sits on the couch while you return to the kitchen.

“I was just pouring a glass of wine, sweet red. Would you like some?” You say peeking your head out of the corner.

“Yeah sure, thanks.” He replies.

You bring out your glasses of wine and sit next to him on the couch. Jake has already put a Stephen Stills record on and it’s playing softly.

“This is my favorite Stills’ record.” He says swirling his wine. “You look nice by the way.” Jake says looking in your eyes.

“Thank you. And I think it’s his best. In high school I made ‘Love the One You’re With’ my senior song.” You said.

Jake let out a little laugh. “I bet you were the type to listen to old music and smoke cigarettes behind the bleachers at football games.”

“Yes actually.” You say letting out a surprised laugh. “I was too cool for most of the kids in my grade. How did you know?”

Jake looks at your lips then back up into your eyes. “Because I was the same way. I was too cool for the kids in my grade, and I still am.” He says, flashing you a grin.

**

Almost three hours had passed and you and Jake were on your second bottle of wine. You had thought he would be over for a somewhat quick hookup, but neither one of you had shut up long enough for any hooking up to transpire. Of course there had been touching. You had your hand on his shoulder, and Jake’s opposite hand was on your thighs. You were giddy from the wine, but mostly you were in a great mood. You and Jake had talked about everything. Your childhood, favorite foods, the best movies, hell you even discussed your favorite historical events. Jake was obsessed with pirates, while you were a Cold War nerd. Everything just felt so easy, which you didn’t fully expect.

“Holy shit it’s 2 already.” Jake said, looking up at your clock on the wall. “I probably need to call an Uber soon. I still need to get the rest of my shit together and Josh insists we leave at 4:15 for the airport.”

You try not to look sad. “Josh sounds like a Dad on vacation.” You say with a laugh.

Jake chuckles. “He kind of is.” Jake runs his hands up your thigh and looks at you. “You know if I’m being completely honest this is not how I thought this night would go.”

You give him a strange look. “What do you mean?”

“Well I think you’re absolutely beautiful. I wanted to come over here and fuck you until you couldn’t walk- I mean I still do. But tonight I’ve discovered that your mind is also beautiful, more so than I originally thought.”

Your face flushes at this confession. You aren’t sure whether to feel completely turned on or a school girl crush.

“I never just fuck someone and move on. I like to share that part of myself with someone who has a brain. Smart girls turn me on. And you angel are both smart and insanely fucking hot- but you also have a vintage soul. The holy trinity for me if you will. I’m very glad to have gotten to know you so deeply in these past few hours. While there is not enough time for me to fuck you like you deserve, I would still very much like to kiss you.” Jake says taking the last swig of his wine and setting it on the table.

You are completely floored. You have never had someone be so raw and bold with you. Your mind is running a million miles an hour trying to find the right thing to say, but you can’t remember how to formulate a sentence. Instead you opt to lean into Jake and connect your lips. He takes his hand and cups your face kissing you deeply. You feel tingles in your body as he takes your bottom lip and sucks on it. His other hand goes down your back. He squeezes at your hips and you suck in a breath letting Jake know that you like it. You slip your tongue into his mouth and it is greeted with his own. The kissing has now turned into a very hot makeout session. You get up on your knees never breaking your kiss and Jake guides you to straddle him. He slides his hand under your tank top and lightly massages your breast. You moan out slightly and you feel Jake buck his hips up a little. You can feel him underneath you and he’s so fucking hard. You lightly rock your hips giving yourself some relief, teasing Jake. He lets out a quick breath and one of his hands grips your ass. You wrap your arms around his neck and grind down on him. He now has both hands on your ass, squeezing and ever so slightly assisting you with your motions. God you want to fuck him so bad. Jake takes his hand and runs it down your stomach, then he runs his fingers on the outside of your thighs. You know he’s teasing you. Finally his fingers make their way to your heat and he slowly starts circling your clit over your shorts. You breathe raggedly into his mouth. This encourages Jake and he is slowly adding more pressure. It feels so good, you have never been so turned on in your whole life. Jake removes his hand from your shorts and slips his hand into your panties.

“Fuck.” Jake says when he feels how wet you are.

He teases you a bit running his fingers over your clit and through your slit before slowly pumping a finger inside of you. You moan in pleasure and Jake takes his thumb and rubs your clit. When he adds a second finger in you can no longer keep your lips connected to his. You throw your head back and focus on the feeling that Jake’s fingers are providing. You open your eyes for a split second and see Jake looking up at you. His face is flushed and he’s biting his bottom lip, he has a concentrated look on his face like he’s studying you to see what you like. You swear his only goal in this moment is to make you cum, and he’s about to accomplish that. You feel a fire burning in your core and you’re so close. You squeeze Jake’s shoulders and let it all go. Your orgasm washes over you and you cum, hard. Jake can feel it and he grunts out. When you’re near the end he slows his fingers before pulling them out of your pants. You breathe really hard and finally open your eyes to look at him.

“Goddamn you’re so fucking hot.” He says as he wipes his hand on his pants.

You smile and lean down to kiss him again. He slowly helps you off of him and kisses you once more.

“The fact that I have to call an Uber right now kills me.” Jake sighs while pulling out his phone. “Oh well I guess it makes the anticipation for next time that much more exciting.” He says smirking.

You smiled at the thought of a next time and replied. “I guess so.”

**

Jake had excused himself to the bathroom and you needed a minute to collect yourself. When he came out he laid down next to you on the couch.

“My Uber is 6 minutes away.” He says softly.

You look over at him and give him a soft smile. He puts his arm around you and kisses your head.

“Thank you for tonight Jake.” You say sweetly.

“No, thank you for tonight, and thank you for making Atlanta my new favorite city.” He says grinning at you.

You get up and walk him to the door holding his hand.

Jake squeezes your hand and looks down at you while standing at your door. “I don’t know how I’m going to get you out of my head. Especially that view I had 10 minutes ago.” He says and smirks at you. “I really want to see you again, and I hope it’s soon.” Jake says.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You say.

Jake leans in and gives you one last kiss before opening your door.

“Goodnight, sleep well.” He says letting your hand go.

“Goodnight Jake.” You say back. Then he’s walking down the hall. You reluctantly close your door and lock it. You starfish out on your couch and let out a big sigh. Then you feel your phone under your back. You look at it and see you have a message from Sam in a group chat with unsaved numbers. You open it and recognize Jake’s number from earlier. You are sure to save his contact. Sam had sent the group picture to all of you and the other two numbers are Josh and Danny. You laugh when you see that Sam had named the group message “ATL hoe.”

**

TODAY:

When you get to the bar you and Jake head straight to get drinks. Jake is in the middle of ordering when you feel Josh grab your hand and pull you away. You look at him and he gives you a smile and continues to drag you towards the jukebox. He hands you a drink and starts flipping through the songs. This was a bit of tradition for you and Josh at this bar. You would usually choose a Janis Joplin song and sing and dance like fools. Tonight was no different when you heard “Piece of My Heart” start billowing out of the speakers. You giggle and take a sip of your drink, of course it’s a salty dog. Josh takes your hand and starts spinning you around to the first verse singing with you.

Take another little piece of my heart now baby.

You both sing out in unison pointing at each other like you’re two kids at a sleepover singing karaoke. When it got to both of your favorite part where she screams out you both tilted your head back and yelled. Josh spins you once more and the song is over. You’re both laughing at one another and Jake comes over with two drinks in hand.

“You two are something else. Watch your back Josh, we might have a new lead singer here.” Jake says laughing with the both of you.

Josh scoffs at this. “I could never be replaced! Now if you’ll excuse me I need to greet our friends here.” Josh says heading towards the door.

You look and see it’s your high school friends coming in. Great. Jake hands you your drink so you quickly chug your salty dog Josh got you.

“What is this?” You ask Jake as he’s walking towards the jukebox himself.

“Whiskey sour with two cherries.” He said throwing up two fingers. You absolutely loved cherries. “Would you care to dance with me lover?” Jake asks making a selection on the jukebox.

You hold out your hand and smile. “Of course Mr. Kiszka.”

He turns around to you and you hear “Unchained Melody” start to play. This was sort of yours and Jake’s song you supposed. He takes your hand and starts slow dancing with you in the middle of the bar.

“Oh, my love, my darling.” Jake sings to you. You look up at him with pure adoration as he sings to you. You loved Jake’s voice and wished he would sing more. You continued to dance and sway with Jake as he sang to you. Your heart was melting.

“Lonely rivers sigh. Wait for me, wait for me. I’ll be coming home, wait for me.” Jake especially enunciated this part and kissed your cheek. He continues to sway you around singing to you. You can’t help but continue to look up and smile at him.

“Time goes by, so slowly. And time can do so much. Are you still mine?” He makes sure to look at your eyes. You couldn’t help but feel soft at this moment. You just wanted to give in and tell him you were his. You would forever be his.

“I need your love. Godspeed your love to me.” He continues on as the song is coming to a close. He has the sweetest eyes and most sincere smile. You feel like you might cry, but hold it together. You needed another drink to get this feeling to sink back down where it belongs. When the song ends he spins you and dips you into a kiss. He was so smooth.

**

“What’s up with those two?” Cole asks Josh pointing to you and Jake slow dancing.

Josh huffs out a laugh and then takes a swig of his drink. “Well to make a long story short they’re in love. She’s his favorite person in the world. He talks about her, writes about her, hell he sings about her. But I don’t think she is fond of the rockstar life. She would never make Jake choose between her and music. Just to be honest I think Jake would choose her, but that’s neither here nor there. So basically they have been doing this same song and dance for well over a year now, not literally but you know what I mean.” Josh says motioning to you two literally dancing.

“So do they see other people when they’re not together?” Cole asks Josh.

This causes Josh to give him a funny look. He understood now why you had been so annoyed they were coming. He only invited them to poke fun at Jake, but he would never do something to intentionally hurt you or his brother. “No. Well I know Jake doesn’t anyway. But I’m pretty sure she doesn’t either. They speak to each other everyday. Every single day.”

“Interesting.” Cole says and takes a sip of his drink still watching you and Jake.

**

“Another one for Sammy & I!” You yell raising your 4th drink of the night. You had just beat Jake and Danny in pool for the second time in a row. Josh and your high school friends were playing on the next table. You were thankful that Josh had committed to entertaining them. Everyone had gotten along fine, but Cole was buzzed and being a little too flirty with you. Jake had noticed and he was getting irritated, but he was also on the precipice of being drunk- so he was still in a giddy mood. Josh however had kept pulling Cole over to him so he would leave you alone. You were thankful for that.

“Do you guys wanna lose again?” Sam asked, throwing his arm around your shoulder. Sam was drunk.

Jake laughs. “No, I think we have had enough. I am about ready to call it a night.” He says looking over at you.

“Nooooooo we are having so much fun.” Sam says removing his hand from your shoulder and stumbling.

“Jesus Christ Sammy get it together man!” You say reaching out to balance him while laughing.

“I wasn’t going to fall. I am in complete control! Watch this.” Sam says as he slinks down to the floor.

Jake comes around from the pool table and sighs when he sees his younger brother. He is sitting in the corner next to a tree with lights and other bar must haves.

“What would a proper bar be without an ATM, a fire extinguisher, and an exhaustedly inebriated man? That was rhetorical, but the answer would be shit.” Jake says.

You and Danny both laugh and you reach to help Sam up. He takes your hand and gets off the ground.

“Yeah maybe we call it a night too buddy?” Danny says, patting Sam on the back. “Let’s get you some water first.” Then Sam and Danny head back to the bar.

“Are you ready to go home?” Jake says, wrapping his arms around you.

“Yes Jake, take me home.” You say with a smirk.

He then decides to pick you up and head to the door.

“Jake!” You yell out while giggling. “I have to say goodbye to them!”

“Fuck that.” He says still carrying you to the door.

“Bye guys! Uh we are leaving!” You say through laughs as Jake opens the door and steps out.

Josh grins at you and shakes his head while everyone else waves you goodbye.

**

Sam tagged along in your Uber while Danny stayed behind with Josh. Sam sat in the back with you while Jake was in the front. Jake had struck up a conversation with the driver about different Uber surcharges. He could really have a conversation with anyone. As the ride progressed Sam laid his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.

“I like your hair.” Sam says reaching up and playing with the ends.

You laugh at him. “I like your hair.” You say putting your hands in his hair.

“Ah that feels good.” Sam says.

“Sammy, how much did you drink tonight?” You ask sweetly.

“Well it appears that it was enough.” He replies.

You huff out a laugh. “Yeah it seems like it.”

**

When you got back home you started making sandwiches with Jake and Sam. You had been so busy all day that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast and the alcohol was getting to your stomach.

“Don’t use my vegan cheese!” Sam yells at Jake.

“I was not planning on it. That shit is nasty.” Jake says sliding the cheese to Sam.

“Sam please just eat a PB&J with me and don’t try to be a chef right now.” You say.

“I want a vegan grilled cheese with the hot sauce I got from the farmer’s market. But I don’t feel like grilling the said cheese.” Sam says, pulling out all of his ingredients.

“So you want bread and a slice of cheese with hot sauce?” Jake asks with a puzzled look on his face.

“Yes.” Sam says back with sass.

“Please make him a PB&J too.” Jake says to you.

“Already on it.” You say laughing.

Jake pops two huge bowls of popcorn and you finish making everyone a sandwich, including one for Josh and Danny when they get home. Sam is still working on his sandwich concoction when Josh and Danny arrive.

“Here.” Jake says handing a bowl to Josh and walking to the living room with the other.

“Sandwiches are on the counter.” You say to Josh and Danny as you follow Jake to the living room with yours and Jake’s sandwiches in hand.

“Our saviors! You guys are the best. Sam what the fuck are you doing?” You hear Josh say he gets in the kitchen.

**

After all of you had eaten your sandwiches and popcorn you were ready to call it a night. You needed to get out of your tight dress, heels, and makeup. Sam slowly started to sober up, but Danny still had to put him to bed. You and Jake had gone upstairs to his room while Josh volunteered to clean up the kitchen.

“I hope you know how beautiful you look tonight.” Jake said, walking towards you.

“Thanks, but I need to peel this dress off and take a shower.” You say walking towards the bathroom.

Jake smirks and follows you. “I need a shower too. Care if I join you?”

“Only if you take off my shoes.” You say flirting.

“Yes ma’am.” Jake says as he follows you in the bathroom.

**

After you and Jake had showered you wrapped yourself in a towel and started on some skincare. The shower had started off really sweet. You both washed each other's backs and you washed Jake’s hair for him. He loved when you massaged his scalp. But eventually things heated up, and after a few kisses Jake was fucking you up against the shower wall. Now he stood next to you with towel dried hair putting toothpaste on both of your toothbrushes.

“Can I have some?” Jake asked, pointing at your moisturizer you were putting on.

You smile at him. “Of course you can. Come here.”

You rubbed moisturizer on his face, the both of you laughing while you did. Then you brushed your teeth, threw on pajamas, and cuddled up in bed.

“I had a great day with you.” Jake says, wrapping you in his arms.

“Today has been one of my favorite days.” You say kissing his cheek.

He grins at you. “Oh yeah? Wait until you see what I have planned for the rest of the weekend.”

**

You woke up the next morning to Jake snoring softly next to you. You scooted closer to him and admired the view. Honestly you could stay in bed all day and look at him.

“Are you awake?” Jake says snapping you out of your admiration. His eyes are still closed and his mouth is in a soft smirk.

“No.” You say and tuck your head under his.

He wraps in you a tight embrace and traces his fingers lightly along your back. You wanted every morning to be like this.

“We have to get up, lover. I have a whole day planned.” Jake says kissing your head.

You let out a sigh. “Okay okay. But what is the attire for the day?” You ask, raising your head.

“Whatever you would like. You look good in anything.” Jake says to you.

With that you’re both up and getting ready for the day. Jake showers while you brush your teeth, you make sure to put toothpaste on Jake’s toothbrush too. Then you do some skincare and light makeup. Nothing too crazy, just concealer, bronzer, blush, brows, and lip gloss. Then you did some subtle blow out to your hair. You decided to wear a pair of black athletic leggings, with an off white bra top. You grabbed a flannel in case it got chilly and put on your chunky white sneakers. Then you accessorized with a lot of gold jewelry, threw your sunglasses on top of your head, and sprayed yourself with perfume. You were ready. Jake wore a pair of light washed jeans and a cream scoop neck pocket tee. He wore his slip-on shoes, his everyday silver necklace, and his sunglasses around his neck.

“You look lovely.” Jake said, grinning at you.

“Jacob, you flatter me too much.” You say pretending to swoon.

He laughs at you and then takes your hand to lead you out of the room. When you get downstairs you see Josh, Danny, and Sam waiting in the living room. You had no idea what you were doing today, but everyone was dressed casual so that made you feel better.

“Well look who decided to join us!” Josh exclaims.

“Josh please don’t yell.” Sam says massaging his temples. He has a bottle of water in hand and you can tell he is a little bit hungover.

“Are you doing okay there Sammy?“ You say, patting his back

“Oh I’ve never been better cupcake. Can we please go to brunch now?” Sam asks.

You smile and look at Jake. “We’re going to brunch?”

Jake huffs. “Yeah well it was supposed to be a little surprise, but I made reservations at your favorite brunch place.”

You smile wide. The guys liked brunch of course. But they thought the brunch scene in Nashville was too touristy for them, especially Jake.

“Come on, let's go. Josh, you're driving.” Jake says, taking your hand and walking to the door.

**

At brunch you had all ordered drinks, even Sam. The place was crowded, but you all were taken to your table outside. It was warm, but not too hot. It was a perfect day.

“I think I need the whole menu.” Sam said, laying the menu down on the table.

“But Sam, the whole menu isn’t vegan.” You reply, joking around with him.

“Yes I forget there are people who are murderers who consume the flesh of poor innocent animals.” Sam says back dramatically.

“Oh here we go. The holier than thou speech.” Jake says with a sigh. You laugh.

“Well yes. Essentially I am better than all of you, but at least she participates in meatless Monday.” Sam says pointing towards you.

“So by Sam’s logic, I am in fact better than all of you too.” You say huffing out a laugh.

Sam holds his drink up to you and you clink it with him.

“We’ll see. I’m totally taking you to a barbecue restaurant tomorrow.” Jake says, giving you a smile before sipping his drink.

**

After all of you had eaten you left the restaurant and headed back to Josh’s jeep. You had no idea where you were going but Josh seemed to know as he drove without GPS. You cracked a small smile when you saw you were pulling up on a little shopping corner that you and Jake had been to countless times. There was a small indie record store where the boys loved to shop, so that’s surely where you were headed. When you finally parked Jake got out and helped you out as well.

“Now let’s go see if we can find any of those rarities on your list.” He says ushering you inside.

**

“Holy shit Jake!” You say holding your new prized possession in your hand.

He beamed a beautiful smile at you. “They called me when they got it in. I paid for it immediately and had them put it in the back.”

You looked down at the original pressing of Nirvana’s “Bleach” album. You had been hunting this for years, and it was so rare.

“I changed my mind. Today is my favorite day. Oh my god Jake this is everything.” You say looking up at him.

He continues to smile at you, “You are everything. Now let’s go dig around for some goodies.”

**

You spent another hour there just looking around and having conversations about all of the old vinyl with the boys. Jake ended up leaving with a stack of records under his arm, and you had found a David Bowie album you left with. After everyone checked out you all walked next door to a smoothie shop. You all got a pick me up before heading back to their house.

“Will you be okay here for a while? I need to run to the store, I’m cooking tonight.” Jake says after being home for a few minutes.

You laugh. “I think I can fend for myself against them.” You say pointing towards Josh, Sam, and Danny.

“Daniel is going with me. So it will just be those two, which are arguably the worst.” He says letting out a laugh.

“If by worst you mean best then you're correct.” Josh says over hearing Jake.

Jake rolls his eyes and gets up. Waving to you before he and Danny leave.

“I don’t know about you two, but I need a nap.” Josh says yawning and stretching.

“Go rest sweet prince.” You say to Josh.

He chuckles at you and gives you a bow before heading down the hall to his room.

“So Samuel, what kind of chaos are we about to get up to?” You say to Sam.

He looks at you and smiles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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