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unintentionalseductress · 24 days ago

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My Beloved Boys

Warnings: MDNI, sex, virginity loss, threesome, oral (m rec), clit play, childhood friends to lovers trope. Liberties taken with the timeline, this is not the canon timeline, ages have been changed for story convenience. ANGSTY. A/n: Caleb got me ya'll. I tried, I tried really hard, I promise. And now this is what my ovulating brain has cooked up. Please enjoy it. I know this wasn't on my upcoming but I couldn't help it. Also please note, reader, Caleb, and Zayne are all the same age aka 18 here. Not proofread, expect raw text and descriptions.

It had been a few weeks since you’d joined UNICORNS and Tara invited you over to her place for a girls’ weekend. All of you were comfortably laid out in different parts of her living room, drinking wine and eating slices of pizza from the box.

The night had been fun, and with an entire bottle now empty, the women were loosening up and the topics were getting more and more risque. From complaining about exes to sex, to size measurements, they had finally arrived on the subject of virginity.

“So, what was your first time like?” All eyes are suddenly fixed on you and you feel self-conscious. Taking a sip of your wine, you try not to flush as you vividly remember all the details like it was yesterday.

“Oh, you know. Awkward. Shy. The usual.” You try to act nonchalant but Tara leans forward with a gleam in her eye.

“Oh come on! Tell us!”

Looking at the crowd of eager faces, you empty your glass before confessing, “My first time…was with two people.” You wait with bated breath, and slowly, one by one, everyone’s eyes widen with comprehension.

“Excuse me?” Tara squeals and sinks her fingers into your arm. You wince and pry her off.

“A threesome for your first time?” One of the other women joined in, a huge grin on her face. “Did it hurt?”

“Why a threesome? Was it something you fantasized about?”

You shake your head no at all the questions. “No. Growing up, I had two best friends and I loved them dearly. I just…couldn’t choose between them both.”

“Tell us everything.” Tara sits down on the carpet and all the women gather in a tight circle looking eagerly at you. You sigh and extend your glass.

“Get me more wine.”

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~Flashback~

It was the summer after graduating senior year. You were enjoying what would possibly be the last summer before everyone went their separate ways. Life had been rough for you, losing your family several years earlier. But now, you had a grandmother, and 2 best friends who had been through everything with you. Still, the memories brought back a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. Your nextdoor neighbor Zayne, and your grandmother’s other ward Caleb, were your inseparable companions since you had moved in with Josephine after the devastating wanderer attack that had destroyed most of Linkon City.

Zayne and Caleb were alike, yet different. Both of them were tall and intelligent. Zayne was stoic and introverted, whereas Caleb was extroverted and easygoing. Somehow, the three of you became a unit, never seen without the other two in tow. Any escapades or shenanigans were always done together. You’d done homework together, fell asleep on the living room floor watching cartoons, and shared many meals in the last few years. The idea of being without them seemed unthinkable. Impossible in fact. You’d assumed you would all stay together in Linkon forever.

That had all changed last year, the summer before your senior year. You had been looking forward to spending the summer with Zayne and Caleb. But as the three of you had sat down at your usual boba tea spot, Zayne became very quiet as you started discussing plans for the summer.

“What’s wrong with you? Is your tea not cold enough? You can just use your evol right?” Caleb had teased, sipping his drink. He gives Zayne a playful jab and Zayne glares at him, adjusting his glasses that had slipped down his nose.

“Zayne?” You reach out and cover his hand with yours, hoping he’ll talk. There was a strange expression on his face. “Talk to us.”

“Yeah, Zayne. Talk to us.” Caleb widens his eyes and covers your hand with his. “We’re here for you boy,” he says with a tinge of mockery, making his voice sound high and feminine and you give him a withering look, pulling your hand out of the pile.

Zayne sips his milk tea, then quietly says, “I might not be here for most of the summer.” Caleb and you exchange a look before glancing back at Zayne.

“What do you mean?”

Zayne looks apologetic like he regrets not sharing this news earlier. “I’ll be touring colleges most of the summer. And my parents decided to make it a road trip.”

“Colleges?” Caleb looked intrigued. “You already started applications?”

“I did. And…several of them have already sent in offers for next fall.”

“What?!” You’re louder than you had intended to be. Zayne winces and you lower your voice. “You’ve already received acceptance letters and didn’t bother telling us?”

“I’m sorry.” Zayne holds up his hands in a gesture of peace. “I just didn’t know how to bring it up. Neither of you had mentioned college and I didn’t want to talk about it if you weren’t ready.”

“But Zaynie!” Caleb puts a hand on his chest looking wounded. “We’re a family bro! Why wouldn’t you tell us?”

Zayne shakes his head and drinks his tea. You’re about to as well when realization washes over you. “Wait. You said you had several acceptance letters.”

“I do.”

“Well, where are they? You’re staying in Linkon right?” You ask, and for some reason, your heartbeat is increasing. You wait for Zayne to say, of course, one of them is in Linkon and that’s his first choice.

“I did receive an offer from Linkon Medical University. However…there are better programs.”

“Really? So you might move for college?” Caleb regards Zayne passively.

“It’s not out of the question.”

An unnatural silence falls at the table as the three of you drink your teas. This was wonderful news for Zayne. You were happy for him, but inside, it felt like your heart had been tied into a painful knot. You knew Zayne was the smartest of your group and that he was destined to be a doctor. But you hadn’t even thought it would mean Zayne might not be in Linkon City anymore. From a professional standpoint, it made sense. He deserved to go to the best college. But it left you feeling hollow like his impending departure had fractured the carefully crafted life you’d built since you’d been taken in by your grandmother.

“When are you leaving?” Caleb breaks the silence and you’re relieved.

“Sometime in July.”

“Oh, great! We still have a month then.”

“Well…”

Caleb’s eyebrows knit together in dismay. “What?”

“I have some extra classes I need to take. I’m hoping to get a head start on the pre-med requisites.”

“So, you’re going to be in school all of June?” You try to hide your disappointment.

Zayne sighs. “Unfortunately. I’ll still be around. We can make time to hang out.”

You nod unenthusiastically, then hiss as you feel Caleb step on your foot under the table. His purple eyes give you a sharp glance and he gestures towards Zayne and you realize this wasn’t about you; Zayne had shared news that he knew would affect your dynamic but had done so thinking he would have the support of his friends. Caleb reminding you of your manners was humbling and you lowered your gaze.

“I’m really happy for you Zayne.” You murmur, then rearrange your features into what you hoped was a pleasant look of approval. “Congratulations.”

Zayne’s eyes seem to lighten at your appreciation. “Thank you. It took me by surprise actually.”

“Seriously Zaynie. That’s really impressive. So we’re gonna have a doctor amongst us. Hey, you better give us the good drugs if we ever come to you.” Caleb pats Zayne on the shoulder in an acclamatory fashion. Zayne’s demeanor visibly relaxes and you try to keep up a happy face for the rest of the evening.

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The sun was starting to set by the time you got home, the lazy streaks of tangerine painting the sky vivid shades of pink and orange. There was a feeling of uneasiness in your stomach as you changed into pajamas and brushed your teeth. It had taken years for you to get some semblance of a family, and now someone was going away. AGAIN.

You try to reassure yourself that this wasn’t the same thing. Zayne might be going away for college but it wasn’t until next year. You still had your senior year left to build some precious final memories. Somehow, he seemed older all of a sudden, like he had become an adult within a few hours of telling you about his acceptance letters. You knew you’d be going to college too but hadn’t given much thought about any of it. After the Linkon City disaster, you had decided you didn’t want to wander too far away. You didn’t want to leave Grandma Josephine all by herself. Although Zayne seemed to have made up his mind about attending a college somewhere else, you reminded yourself that you still had Caleb.

Caleb hadn’t talked about college much, but you knew he wanted to attend. He didn’t know what he would major in, but he was naturally gifted in mechanics. You assumed he would be an engineer or something similar. He and Zayne had inherited the math skills, and you’d managed to get a decent grade by studying with them, or rather, getting bullied by them, with Zayne trying not to snap explaining how he got the answer versus Caleb taunting you saying you’d never graduate high school if you were this stupid. It was then you had decided perhaps a career in science wasn’t for you. But perhaps something in the arts, or communications. Perhaps languages. You wondered if maybe you were kidding yourself by not already sending out applications, or at the very least, making a list of where you’d like to attend.

Restless and unable to turn off your mind, you go next door to Caleb’s room and knock.

“Enter at your own risk!”

Rolling your eyes, you walk in and see Caleb sprawled out on his bed, holding his Switch over his head as he gamed. “Oh, pipsqueak. It’s you.”

You sit on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the corner of the quilt as he continues to play. As you waited, you looked up at the ceiling, where little airplane models, all built by Caleb’s own hands, had been carefully strung up using fish wire and hooks. Little glow-in-the-dark stars littered the spaces in between. You sigh and draw your knees up to your chest, wondering what would happen to the models if he left for college.

Noticing your morose expression, Caleb exits the game and sits upright. “What’s the matter with you?”

You shake your head and squeeze the bridge of your nose. “It’s Zayne. Did you know he had already applied to colleges?”

“No.” Caleb leans on his bed assessing you. “But I’m not surprised. And he has a point.”

“Which is?”

“Colleges are really competitive these days. Like even with excellent grades and extracurriculars, some people still have to take a gap year because they didn’t get in or they got put on a waiting list.”

You consider his words. “Do you think we should be applying too?”

“If we were smarter, we’d have already applied.” Caleb runs a hand over his face. “But it’s ok. We have the whole summer to plan. I think applications reopen sometime over winter break. We can apply then. You know, like normal students, and not nerds like Zayne.”

You laugh weakly, giving Caleb a reprimanding look. “That’s not a nice thing to say about our friend.”

“He’s not around is he? Anyway. Don’t fret pipsqueak. You’ll get in somewhere too.”

“You’ll stay close to Linkon right?” You lean closer to Caleb, your eyes boring into his. “We can’t leave grandma by herself.”

“Of course. Don’t worry.” Caleb puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you towards him. Your head rests on his shoulder as he traces circles into your arm. The action is comforting and familiar, and a sense of calm washes over you.

“I don’t like it when people leave.” You confess quietly and Caleb sighs.

“I know. You used to cry all the time when you first came here. You cried when grandma left to get groceries. You cried when I left for soccer practice. You cried when it was time for Zayne to go home. Honestly,” he smirks and pinches you, making you yip in surprise. “You’re such a crybaby that I’m surprised you want to attend college at all. You know you’re gonna have to live with strangers in the dorm right? Are you gonna cry into your little bear plushie?”

He grins and dodges a blow from you, a bark of laughter escaping him as you try to roughhouse. He indulges you for two missed attempts then leaps and pins you to the mattress. You squirm and shriek under him, trying to escape as he tickles you relentlessly.

“Caleb! Caleb stop!” There are tears in your eyes from the hilarity of the situation.

“Aw, are you gonna cry when you’re being tickled now too? Crybaby crybaby!” Caleb continues to mock you before you pull a dirty move; you angle your knee against his crotch and grin as you instantly feel him go still.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Caleb’s breathing has stilled, and he’s warily looking down at you as you prepare to play your trump card.

“I’ve done it before and won’t hesitate to do it again.” Knowing you had him in the palm of your hand, you look him deadpan in the eye.

“Get off.” Caleb complies immediately and you sigh, trying to calm your unsteady heart.

“You’re really heartless sometimes ya know?” Caleb’s voice is heard near your head and you turn to face him.

“I had to learn.”

A moment of peace falls between you both and Caleb softly cups your cheek. “Everything will be ok. I promise. You won’t be left behind. You’ll always have a family. We’ll never be too far away from you.”

“You’d better not.” You huff and suddenly feel exhausted. “Caleb?”

“You can stay here tonight.”

“I didn’t-”

“I already knew. I knew from the second Zayne said he’s not going to be around this summer.” Caleb shifts and pulls you under his quilt. You bury your nose into his chest and close your eyes.

“This doesn’t mean I’m not independent.” You quip and a rumble emanates from Caleb’s chest.

“Of course not pipsqueak. Miss independent.” He strokes your hair and your eyelids grow heavy. Caleb tucks your head under his chin. “But you can be as dependent on me as you want.” Those are the last words you hear before falling into a deep slumber.

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You barely see Zayne for the next few weeks. His classes kept him busy and he always had homework. Caleb had suddenly become secretive after the night you’d spent in his room though he kept reassuring you that he was fine. You sulk as you watch TV by yourself, Caleb having locked himself in his room again. You wondered what had made him behave so differently. The last few times you’d tried to talk to him, he’d unceremoniously shoved you back out.

“Boys need their privacy sometimes,” Grandma had reassured you, noticing the way you were glowering at the TV. “Would you like to help me run errands?”

Josephine's list wasn’t terribly exciting, but you were still bitter from being snubbed by Caleb, so you went anyway. Several hours later, you return feeling accomplished. Just as you’re about to help Josephine put away the groceries, you hear footsteps on the stairs and Caleb finally makes an entrance.

“Oh look at that! Our groundhog has made a rare appearance!” Josephine teases as Caleb grins sheepishly.

“Ooh, apples!” He says zealously seeing you unbag the bright red fruits. As he’s about to grab one you smack his hand and he withdraws with a yelp.

“What was that for?” He rubs his hand looking offended.

“Only people who helped buy the groceries are entitled to eat them.” You put them away neatly into the fruit basket on the counter, refusing to look at Caleb. With Zayne being awol you had thought Caleb would be a little more sensitive towards you and you were still quite annoyed at his lack of consideration. Caleb huffs, then hoists himself onto the kitchen counter, his long legs dangling off the edge.

“What were you doing all this while anyway?” Josephine asks as she puts away more groceries. “Summer vacation usually means I can’t get a hold of you two even if I needed to. I thought you were planning to go to the beach? Play volleyball with some of your friends?”

“Yeah, and we will. Even if this little gremlin is mad at me.” Caleb hesitantly looks at you, hoping you’d simmered down but you shoot daggers at him and he shakes his head. “I need to talk to you both.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You turn to look at him but Caleb��s eyes are fixated on Josephine, who’s looking curious.

“What is it? Nothing serious I hope?” The old woman sits down at the kitchen table.

“No, it’s not serious. But. It’s kind of sudden.” Caleb’s refusal to make eye contact with you was now starting to scare you. “Grandma, we told you about Zayne and him already getting ready for college right?”

“You did. I always knew Zayne would excel at whatever he put his mind to. Clever boy that one.”

“Well, his news was sort of a wake-up call for me. What I was doing all these days was looking at colleges, and I think I know what I want to do.”

The evening summer sunlight falls charmingly on Caleb’s face, illuminating his smooth skin, the dark hair falling elegantly into his eyes and for a moment, you feel the same sensation you had felt after Zayne had told you about college. You heart was already twisting into nervous knots, and you waited with bated breath as Caleb continued.

“I’ve decided I want to be a pilot.” His eyes are lit up with ambition as he says the words. Josephine cups her cheeks with her hands, a smile growing on her wrinkled face.

“That’s wonderful Caleb! I’m very happy for you.”

“Yeah. And. There’s something else I found out while doing my research.” Josephine immediately leans forward attentively. You listen quietly, but you can’t help but feel a slight sense of betrayal. Why would Caleb need to hide this from you? It wasn’t a secret that he wanted to go to college, and he loved talking about planes and jets. You felt like there was a piece he was hiding, saving it for fear of losing their attention.

“The Deepspace Aviation Administration has an apprenticeship-based degree which guarantees I’d graduate as a pilot. It’s a degree in Aviation Engineering. Grandma.” Caleb’s voice has softened, and he looks at her beseechingly.“They’re offering a month-long crash camp this summer. A lot of the students that go have better chances of making it into the program. There’s one slot left. Can I please go?”

There it was. That’s what he’d been hiding. A month. Without Caleb. Silently, you resume unpacking the groceries, turning your back to Caleb as you do so. Josephine’s face was lined with delight.

“Oh, Caleb! I’m so happy you’ve figured this out. Of course, you can go!” She rises from her seat and makes her way to Caleb who slips off the counter to hug her. She barely came up to his waist but she’s brimming with pride.

“Go fill out the application before someone else gets it! Go!” She slapped him on the back and Caleb, looking like he’d just been told he’d won the lottery, sprinted back upstairs. Silence fills the small kitchen. Pretending to act normal, you start gathering ingredients to prepare dinner.

“Annoying loser.” You mutter under your breath. “He hasn’t even offered to help cook dinner the last few days.” You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn to see Josephine standing right behind you.

“It’s ok to be upset.”

“I’m not upset.” You start washing the potatoes at the sink. Josephine sighs, then wraps her arms around your waist, giving you a gentle hug.

“Take your time. You know where to find me if you want to talk.” The woman hobbles out of the kitchen, and you put the washed potatoes on a cutting board. Your hand trembles as you pick up the knife, and the backs of your eyes feel hot and prickly. You didn’t understand why you felt like this. It was just a month. Caleb hadn’t applied for college yet. And even if he ended up at Deepspace Aviation it wasn’t too far away. But why did you feel like you were being left behind? Like everyone had their future planned but you? And none of their plans seemed to involve you at all?

You angle your knife to slice the potatoes, then let out a frustrated huff; memories of being a little girl, while Caleb held your hand in his as he taught you how to quickly dice your vegetables, patting your head with praise as he did so. You weren’t quite sure why potatoes were making you feel this way. Unbidden, a tear rolls down your cheek and you dash it away with your finger.

“Didn’t even offer to help with dinner.” More tears stream down your face and you let out a quiet sob.

“There’s no one to help me make dinner.”

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“C’mon pipsqueak, at least say goodbye to me!”

Caleb was standing at the door, ready to leave for camp. You stood, arms crossed, refusing to speak to him. Josephine softly gives you a push.

“Go on now. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

“No, I won’t. Besides he’ll be back in a month. It’s not like he’s staying there forever. Like they’d let him. They’ll probably call us begging to to take him back within a week.” Your snarky attitude hadn’t improved since he’d announced his acceptance.

Josephine looks at Caleb and shakes her head helplessly. She’d attempted to ameliorate your temper for the last 2 weeks and had gotten nowhere. You had avoided Caleb altogether, even when he’d come knocking on your door to talk. There was a vindictive satisfaction in knowing that your ignoring him was bothering him. A little taste of his own medicine. Didn’t feel so good to be shut off from your best friend now, did it? The thought made your lip curl even as your stomach churned from the knowledge that you would be by yourself for the next month.

Caleb checks his watch and runs a hand through his hair. “I’m getting late. Pipsqueak please.” Caleb opens his arms, giving you the most apologetic look he could muster. “Come say goodbye.”

You stood firm, even though every fiber in your being was burning to leap into his arms and hug him tight.

“The bus won’t wait forever.” Caleb quickly strides towards you and before you can step away he’s wrapped his arms around you, and you’re stuck in his embrace. Tears form in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. Your arms remain stiff at your sides even as Caleb continues to hunch, silently bidding you farewell. When he finally lets go, he ruffles your hair. “I’ll see you next month. You can always reach me on my phone.” With a final wave, Caleb sprints out the door to board the bus.

You spend the day coming up with various ways to kill the time but nothing works. Video games felt lackluster and your mind refused to engage with the book you tried reading. For dinner, Josephine ordered burgers from your favorite restaurant to try and cheer you up. You sat quietly, unable to savor the food. Finally, before bedtime, you cave. Anything was better than this crushing, empty feeling in your stomach. You walk into Caleb’s room, and curl up under his quilt, inhaling the familiar scent. It was hard to believe he had been there just a few hours earlier, and you hugged his pillow, regretting your earlier actions. You pull out your phone and make a video call.

“Pipsqueak! Miss me already?” Caleb grins widely at you. The background is filled with activity, filled with high school students wandering around and acquainting themselves.

“Shut up.” You say but your voice quivers. “Caleb I’m sorry.”

Caleb’s eyes soften. “It’s ok. You don’t have to be.”

“But I was so mean to you.”

“Yeah, you were. But what can I say? How can I be mad at my family?” His words break the shield you’d built around yourself and you sniffle, letting the tears fall.

“Please don’t cry all over my pillow. It’ll get soggy.” Caleb tries to joke but your tears are eating away at him. He knew what this would do to you, which is why he hadn’t told you his plans before they were solid. “I’ll be back before you know it. Be good for grandma ok?”

You nod, a lump forming in your throat. “I miss you, Caleb.”

“I miss you too. Please don’t be miserable the whole time I’m gone. Try to focus on things important to you too. Maybe make your list of colleges.”

“Yeah. I will.” You wipe away your tears. “Will you make dumplings for me when you come back?”

“Is that all I was good for?” Caleb asks in an offended tone but he’s grinning. “Yeah I will. I promise. Now go to sleep.”

He hangs up and you find the knot in your heart has loosened slightly. Caleb was right. You needed to focus on you. You turn over and are about to go to sleep when a text lights up your screen.

“Ice cream tomorrow?”

It was from Zayne. You smile. They’d never really leave you all alone. You text him a yes and fall asleep contentedly.

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“How are you feeling with Caleb gone?”

You’re seated across from Zayne with a huge banana split sitting on the table between you. You twirl the spoon between your fingers, thinking.

“It’s strange. I miss him of course. The house feels empty.” You sample some of the ice cream. “It’s even emptier without you.”

Zayne looks guilty as he also takes a bite of the sundae. “I’m sorry. I know it must seem strange given how much time we all spent together. Believe me, if I had known Caleb wasn’t going to be here I would have put in more effort to check in on you.”

“It’s not your fault.” You lay down your spoon, contemplating. Zayne cocks his head.

“Something on your mind?”

You twitch your mouth to the side and try to explain. “Well, I recently realized I seem to have a problem with being by myself. And I’m trying to change that.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because. It’s illogical for me to think I’ll always have you or Caleb or grandma around. I know a lot of it stems from losing my parents. But I can’t be this way every time I have to be away from you guys.” You stab the spoon into the mound of whipped cream at the top of the ice cream. “We’re all going to college next year, and we might go months without seeing each other. I’m trying to be more independent and in control of my feelings. Otherwise, how am I supposed to survive?”

Zayne nods emphatically as you speak. “That’s a very rational way of thinking. However, I don’t think I can fault you for not wanting any of us to move away.”

“Really?” You carefully fish out a cherry from the top of one of the ice cream scoops.

“Of course. It’s natural to want to stay close to the people who have been a constant in your life.” Zayne glances away from you before continuing. “My parents are doctors. They’re busy most of the time. I work around their schedule. But I’m always more relaxed when one of them is at home. It’s natural to want to be around one’s family. Your feelings are completely natural.”

You let out a breath and laugh. “Well geez Dr. Zayne,” you tease. “Thank you for the psychological assessment.”

“Anytime.” He offers you a wry smile. “But I think it’s good you’re taking the initiative to adapt. The most successful people aren’t the smartest, but the most adaptable.”

“Oh? So am I smarter than you?”

“Hardly,” Zayne smirks as you pout, “I happen to be both.”

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Now here you were, senior year finished, the summer that you had hoped would take its time in arriving sitting at your doorstep like a lost puppy begging to be let in. You had opened a window and a cool breeze was blowing past your face. You look out at the neighborhood of Bloomshore, remembering how intimidating it had looked when you first moved here, and now how you could never imagine leaving.

Zayne had returned from his road trip the past summer with a million photos and tales from each city he had visited with his parents. He’d brought back snacks and small trinkets from each place, and every few days, you’d find a postcard from him in the mailbox. You’d saved each one and put them away into a little keepsake box. When he had finally come over after his trip, Josephine had almost giggled herself silly because Zayne had tanned so much during his absence; a lighter ring had formed around his eyes like a raccoon where the sunglasses had perched. You’d laughed when you saw him, and Zayne had merely shook his head in exasperation.

Caleb had returned from camp with a whole new attitude towards his future. He seemed more confident, and couldn’t stop talking about engines and how being in a cockpit felt. Being the extrovert he was, he’d also come back with many new friends, some of whom lived just a few blocks from your house. You had initially disliked these new friends because it intensified the feeling that you had been replaced. Until one of them had mentioned that Caleb always looked at your picture before he fell asleep at night. Caleb had acted nonchalant but a dusting of pink had appeared on his face at the remark.

As you had predicted, Zayne had settled on and formally accepted an offer from one of the colleges. He had decided to attend a prestigious medical university at Snowcrest, a city that you knew was near the Arctic, frigidly cold, with short and mild summers. Although not impossibly far, it was still a long journey to reach Snowcrest, and you had felt some of the hope that was in your chest being crushed. Reminding yourself that you were trying to become a more assertive, independent woman, you had heartily congratulated Zayne while Caleb had teased that it was because Zayne would melt if he continued living in the temperate climate of Linkon City.

Caleb had immediately applied for the program at Deepspace Aviation Administration after coming back and was accepted into their engineering program, news he had received over winter break. You could still remember him dancing around his pajamas early in the morning after reading the email on his phone. He’d barged into your room, startling you from your deep slumber, and scooped you out of bed, spinning you around in his arms as he exuberantly announced his acceptance. Josephine had woken up from the ruckus, making her way up the stairs to investigate, and when she had reached your room, Caleb had tossed you back on your bed before picking up Josephine too, giving a quick circle that lifted her off her feet before carefully putting her back down. They found him baking shortly after; Caleb baked when he was happy.

Although you had applied to your fair share of colleges, you didn’t hear back until spring, and you had sighed in relief when you saw the acceptance letter from Linkon University. It was exactly as you’d hoped. Even though Caleb would need to move to Skyhaven, it was still closer than Snowcrest, meaning you could see him every month if you wanted to.

There was still time before everyone went their separate ways. You knew that yet it felt like time had fallen into a strange vacuum where nothing was happening yet everything was happening all at once. Sometimes your pulse started to skyrocket for no reason at all. Thinking about college made you anxious just as it made you excited. New people, new challenges, the classes, getting lost on campus, all these thoughts swirled in your head like a snow globe being violently shaken.

You knew you’d make friends but there was a pang at the thought of not seeing your best friends. Suddenly it felt like you had taken all these past years for granted. You found yourself reminiscing over small aspects of your friendships with both boys. Like the time you’d turned down Zayne to go to the movies because it was a documentary, or when Caleb had asked for help to paint a model airplane and you’d refused because it was the third model that week. These minor indiscretions now felt like heavy bags of guilt weighing on your conscious.

Perhaps this is why you were all being separated now, you think self-deprecatingly. You had always thought you had forever with them and hadn’t spent enough time with them when they’d asked you. Now you didn’t know when you’d see them next.

A knock on your door disrupts your thoughts and you turn to see Caleb standing there.

“Ready to go?”

“Where?” you ask blankly.

Caleb gives you a questioning look. “To Zayne’s house. He got that new game and asked us to come over remember?”

It takes you a moment to recall, then you put a hand to your forehead. “Yeah, that’s right. I forgot.” You look down at your clothes and decide it’s not worth changing. It was hot outside, and it was Zayne’s house; he’d seen you in rattier things than the denim shorts and T-shirt you were currently wearing. You follow Caleb out of the house, the summer breeze whipping your faces as you walk. Caleb seemed content to walk in silence and after a few yards, you catch hold of his wrist, slowing down his pace.

“Everything ok?” He peers down at you and you nod yes.

“Caleb. I’m sorry for all those times I refused to paint model airplanes with you.”

“What?” There’s levity in Caleb’s voice. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about those model airplanes you built. You asked me to paint them with you and I always found excuses to avoid it. And now I don’t know when we’ll do something like that again.”

Understanding fills Caleb’s expression and he frees his wrist so he can drape his arm over your shoulders. “You’re thinking too much again.”

“Am not.”

“Sure you are. We’re officially done with high school. You’ve been tweaking out about this since last year. How many times do I have to tell you, it’s going to be ok. And it’s not like we’re depending on carrier pigeons to communicate. Text me, call me, a million times a day if you want to. I’ll always reply.”

The feeling of his warm arm on the back of your neck makes you want to pull him into a hug right now. Caleb and Zayne were so different than most boys their age. Neither of them made you regret expressing vulnerability in front of them. You wondered if they would meet someone when they went to college. Zayne would probably get swept off his feet by another medical student. And Caleb…Caleb exuded such candid energy that girls were always drawn to him. The thought made you uncomfortable for some reason and you push it out of your head.

“If this apologizing thing is gonna continue, then please don’t apologize to Zayne for that day I used my evol to hurl snowballs at him through his window.”

You burst out laughing at the memory, Caleb’s gravity control effortlessly pitching snowballs into Zayne’s room while you kept watch for the grown-ups. “We ended up drenching his sheets that day,” you say in a sober voice. “I do feel kind of bad now.”

“What’s a little prank between friends hmm pipsqueak? Like that time Zayne and I let that possum into your room.”

“That was you two?!” You jerk back and Caleb doubles over, cackling. “I screamed so loudly that the poor possum keeled over playing dead! But I thought it had really died and I had killed it! Grandma had to put it outside and then showed me how it got up before I stopped crying!”

Caleb had tears in his eyes as you indignantly frowned at him. “I hate you,” you muttered and continued down the road towards Zayne’s house. Caleb jogs to catch up with you.

“You don’t hate us pipsqueak. You’re going to remember all of this and be reminded that, despite everything, you had a good childhood.” Caleb puts his hand on your head. “I know I will.”

You roll your eyes and keep quiet but know that he was right.

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Several rounds of Mario Kart later, the three of you are sprawled out on the floor in Zayne’s room. Both his parents were on-call that night and were working at the hospital.

“There’s pizza for dinner,” Zayne says lazily as he gazes at the last few rays of the disappearing sun. Although it was well past dinner time, none of you felt hungry. There was something sweet about the calmness of this moment, and no one seemed willing to break it to go down to the kitchen. You’re in between both boys staring at the ceiling fan which was rotating in a hypnotizingly soothing way. The soft whir of the blades was making you drowsy.

“When I was at camp, there were helicopters with blades like 50 times that size. The military choppers are huge.” Caleb says in a relaxed voice. “Can’t believe I’m going to be piloting those things in my third year.”

“Third year? Not after you graduate?” Zayne asks as the sunlight reflects in his amber-green eyes.

“Nah. They start showing us flight basics in the third year. That way we can take the exam in the final year and we’re good to fly right after graduation.”

Zayne hums contemplatingly at the explanation.

“I’m guessing you won’t perform your first operation for another 10 years or so right?” you ask, enjoying the camaraderie.

“They start you off with simple procedures that are low risk. But I want to be a cardiologist. Ten years might not be a bad estimate.” Zayne turns onto his side so that he can look at you. “Do you know what you want to do after graduating college?”

“I just graduated high school. I’ll figure it out along the way. Not everyone has answers about their long-term careers like you guys do.” Zayne gives you a small smile and you chuckle.

“Do you guys remember the summer right after I first moved in?”

“Yeah. We were 6 years old. Why?” Zayne asks.

“Remember I wanted it to snow because it was too hot at the time?”

“Oh yeah. Zayne and I came up with a little trick there didn’t we?” Caleb also rolls to his side and props himself on his elbow. Fondness is etched all over his face at the memory.

“I think I’ll tell that story everywhere I go.” You gaze nostalgically at the ceiling. “My two best friends literally made it snow for me.”

“It was the first time we tested our evols together,” Zayne says reminiscingly. He looks over at Caleb. “Want to do it again?”

“What do you think pipsqueak? Will it make you happy?”

You close your eyes. “It would. If you don’t mind snowflakes falling all over your carpet Zayne.”

“The heat should melt them before they touch the floor.”

The two boys look at each other, and then Zayne extends his palms toward the ceiling. Soft flakes of snow start to form on his palms, and then Caleb points a finger toward Zayne. The snowflakes lose their gravity, delicately floating into the air, and dancing near the ceiling. Both of them hold their evol until the air is filled with them.

“Ready?” Caleb asks, and you can feel joy radiating from him.

“Ready!”

Caleb disengages his evol and the snowflakes make their way back to earth, melting away as they do so. Even at this age, it was still magical, and you feel a sudden constriction in your throat.

“I’ll miss you guys,” you murmur, then hold their hands as the remaining snow starts to fall around the three of you.

“We’ll do this for you whenever we meet,” Zayne says solemnly, observing your expression. You sniff and smile, your eyes overbright. You turn and find yourself face-to-face with Zayne. You hadn’t realized he was so close, and you can see the surprise in his eyes. The world seems to stop spinning, frozen in the moment. In the blink of an eye, without thinking, you lean forward and clumsily press your lips to Zayne’s.

You weren’t sure what you were thinking, but all you knew was that words weren’t enough to describe how much you’d miss him. When you lean back, Zayne’s eyes are wide but he doesn’t look displeased. You reach out to pat his cheek.

“I’ll miss you.”

You hear shuffling on the carpet and suddenly feel warmth against your back as Caleb presses his body against yours. This wasn’t an alien reaction to you; You and Caleb cuddled all the time, even slept in the same bed from time to time since you were kids. But somehow, his breath on the back of your neck was telling you this was different. You feel Caleb’s lips press a soft kiss to your nape and you jerk at the sensation, trying to look at him over your shoulder.

“I’ll miss you too my little one,” Caleb whispers, tipping your face to his by your chin. Enamored by the tenderness of his gaze, you allow him to give you a chaste kiss, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.

Your heart races as you become aware that you are sandwiched between Caleb and Zayne, and neither one is moving away. Instead, strong arms, one from each of them, come over your waist, effectively holding you into place.

“Are you ok with this?” Zayne murmurs into your ear. “Us showing you that we’ll miss you?” Your eyes squeeze closed as you realize you have just experienced your first kiss. Correction. Kisses. Your face turns red under their watchful gazes but right now, you were consumed with the idea of being in this moment for as long as you could.

“Yes.” You whisper the word out loud.

Hearing your breathless consent, both of them move impossibly closer, and you gasp as you feel Caleb softly kiss your ear. “Tell us if you want to stop.” His warm breath tickles the sensitive skin and you squirm.

Zayne strokes your arm and it sends tingles down your spine. You feel yourself going light-headed at their touch. They feel safe, and your mind enters into a state of connection. You can hear their heartbeats, the low, masculine sighs welling up from their throats as their hands gently explore the contours of your body over your clothes.

Your legs were the most exposed part of you, the shorts having ridden up from all the movement playing video games, and rolling around on the carpet. It’s Zayne who boldly touches your knee first, sending a jitter of electricity up into your core. The blood rushes to your ears, and you almost jump as Caleb chuckles before sinking his teeth into one of the lobes. The little nip was unfamiliar, but it felt good and your hand grips the front of Zayne’s T-shirt as the minor sting passes.

“Are you feeling hot?” Caleb moves some hair away from your shoulder to kiss and lick the crook of your neck. “Your ears are so red right now.” His words cause you to flush. Your skin felt uncomfortably warm, and your heart was pounding inside your chest as their hands stroked every inch of you. A strange throb was beginning to make itself present between your legs now; it was in time to your heartbeat, as though your sex had developed a rapid pulse of its own. You move to try and get comfortable and your panties chafe against your folds.

“What is it? Zayne sneaks his hand over your waist and onto your back, his head leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I feel…” your voice trails as you struggle to find words to describe it. “Light. But also…strained? Like I’m hot everywhere. And tingly.” You knew you must have sounded ridiculous but Zayne gives a comforting pat on the small of your back.

“Arousal,” he murmurs, pushing your hair away from your face. “All the signs point to that. According to my pre-med textbooks anyway.”

“Oh…”

Arousal.

You’d learned that word in biology but you had never thought about what the implications of it would be in the real world. Zayne peppers your face with small kisses and your eyes flutter shut as they reach your cheeks, your chin, the tip of your nose, and then finally your lips. He hovers uncertainly for a second before he does so, and it feels like a little light has been ignited inside of you. His lips were soft, warm, and unparted. Gaining courage, and your curiosity getting the better of you, you open your mouth and hear a groan issue from Zayne. Experimentally you give him your tongue, exploring the crevices of his mouth, and feel a delicious, liquidy pull, in your lower abdomen. Excitement pulses through your body as Zayne’s tongue timidly touches yours, participating in the erotic dance as you kiss.

Caleb has now left kisses all over your neck and shoulders, and you can feel his hands starting to grow mischievous and he walks them along the front of your collarbone, starting to stroke down on the swells of flesh under your Tshirt but not daring to cup them completely.

You and Zayne part and his eyes are smoldering, green embers growing in the irises. “I don’t want to continue this on the floor.”

Your brain is in a haze and it takes a second for you to register what he had said, and you hasten to move, but are prevented from doing so as Caleb hooks his arms under your upper body, and Zayne gently cradles your legs from the knees below. They lovingly move you to the bed and resume their positions on either side of you.

The softness of the bed is alluring, and all of you sink into it, you feel their hands flirting with the edge of your T-shirt. Feeling shy, you glance up at them and raise your arms. Taking your cue, Zayne pulls off the garment, then he and Caleb follow suit, discarding their shirts with yours. You drink in the sight of their bare upper bodies. You had seen them half-naked before when you’d gone to the pool and the beach with them, seen their bodies wet with water and sweat. But the longing and hunger in their eyes as they looked at you made it feel like you were seeing them differently; now as men rather than childhood companions.

Goosebumps form over your skin as your upper half is exposed to them, and you tentatively reach out to put a hand on each of their chests. They tremble at your touch, and the knowledge emboldens you, knowing they were as affected by you as you were by them. The direct skin-on-skin contact was soothing, their warm, firm bodies pressing up against your softness. Caleb traces a finger along the inner crease of your cleavage, then looks at you for permission. You nod, curving towards him so he can unhook your bra. A mixture of nervous excitement fills you as the small piece of fabric slips off your body and you quickly cling to Caleb, hiding your breasts from view.

He strokes your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It’s ok my little one. I’m sure you’re beautiful.”

You feel a persistent ache in your breasts and press up against Caleb’s hard chest, surprised at how the ache lessens as you do so. Caleb lets out a low, guttural groan, and at the same time, Zayne closes in to kiss down your back, licking random little lines on your skin that have you pressing deeper into Caleb’s body. You gasp and wriggle in surprise as Zayne bites down on the curve of your waist, then soothes the bite with his thumb.

“Won’t you let us see you?” Zayne’s deep voice requests you, and feeling like you’d burst into flames from the embarrassment, you finally let go of Caleb and lie back on the bed, covering your eyes with your hands as you do so. You hear their collective breaths being drawn as they take in the view of your soft breasts, the nipples hard from their affections.

“How cute,” you hear Caleb growl. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel your breasts being cupped and squeezed, and then suddenly, light floods your vision as Caleb tugs your hand away from your eyes.

“Aw look at you. You’re blushing.” He teases but it’s said with gentleness. Zayne watches your expressions intently, and you let out a moan of pleasure as they continue to play with your breasts.

“Are you enjoying it?” Zayne’s voice cuts through the buzz in your head and you nod, a heady twirl of sensation shooting up your spine. Your toes curl into the mattress as they mindfully pull your nipples, feeling your arousal grow as they do so. You nod breathlessly at Zayne’s question and feel an urgent pulsing between your legs. You’re desperate to touch and relieve yourself. You were no stranger to pleasuring yourself after all but could you do it with these two watching?

The thought sends an arrow of lust straight into the deepest depths of your core. You’re about to speak up but all that comes out is a noise of desire as Caleb licks your nipple, savoring the taste of your skin before suckling the little bud into his mouth. Zayne repeats the action on the other side and you feel like you can’t catch your breath, each soft suck sending you into a dizzying spiral. You feel like nothing is solid under you like you’re floating on a cloud, where the only thing that existed was the sweet stimulation of their mouths on your body. You try to discreetly rub your aching clit against your panties, the barely there friction making you feel like you might go insane.

You shiver as Caleb releases your moistened peak, caressing your hair and kissing his way down to your navel. Both their large hands stroke the length of your legs, intensifying the need building inside your core. Your nails sink into the covers as you quiver under their touch.

“Feeling ok?” Zayne cups your cheek as he notices your tension. You crack your eyes open and nod.

“I feel hot. I need…I need to…” You blush as you try to form the words.

“What?” Caleb prompts you and moves back up to take your hands, stroking your palms. “Tell us.”

I need…more…” you manage to say, then gasp as Zayne ghosts your belly button before his hand dips below the waistband of your shorts. Your breath hitches as he strokes the soaked gusset of your panties, just a few inches shy of your clit.

“Show us.” Caleb catches your lips in an unexpected kiss.

Zayne’s hand withdraws and he slides down your shorts over your legs, little ripples of electricity running through your body as he does so.

“You’re so wet.” Caleb’s voice is laced with arousal as he moves toward your feet and sees the patch of moisture on your panties.

“It’s natural,” Zayne reassures you and squeezes your hand and you nod, your embarrassment giving away to your instincts. Your hips raise slightly as Caleb removes your panties, displaying your swollen sex to their eyes. Zayne moves next to Caleb as you part your legs, and take a finger into your leaking core, drawing up the slick towards your clit. Whimpers leave you as you stroke light circles onto the swollen bud.

“That’s so hot,” Caleb says as he watches the erotic view in front of him. Zayne quietly observes you for a few minutes, then you feel a jolt burst through you as he reaches his fingers into your drenched folds and copies your moves.

“Like this?”

“Y-Yes…” you whisper breathlessly, your legs parting shamelessly to allow him better access. The pads of his fingertips were gentle, and the sensation of someone else touching you was so starkly different from when you did it. The air becomes balmy, and you writhe passionately under his gentle ministrations.

“Such a good girl for us.” Caleb strokes your thighs and you moan as your hips roll, trying to reap all the pleasure you can get. Your feet plant into the mattress and suddenly, you feel a different set of fingers, a little thicker than Zayne’s, softly probing at the wetness of your core.

“Breathe for me baby girl.” You hear Caleb’s encouragement and breathe deeply as he inserts his fingers into you. It was done carefully but you were already lucidly wet and his fingers sink in with ease. Your moans start to keen as Caleb slowly strokes your inner walls, his movements uncertain but soft as he watches your face for discomfort. Zayne continues circling your clit and the sensations from both of them were driving you mad.

You feel yourself clench, your body tensing under their tender ministrations, pleasurable mewls filling the air as they work your body to the edge. The separate sensations were unlike anything you could have ever imagined in your wildest fantasies. Even when you’d touched yourself before, you’d imagined a faceless stranger. But now with these two, it was even more heady than you could imagine.

“Don’t stop.” You pant as you feel your body tip into the abyss. They don’t relent and keep up the pace and your eyes squeeze closed in ecstasy as an orgasm builds and explodes inside you. Your body quakes from the pulses of delight flowing through you and your sobs fill the quiet bedroom as you fall apart, a puddle of tangled, sensual desire.

“How was it?” Your chest rises and falls as you try to catch your breath and you see Caleb curiously lick at his fingers, tasting the fluid collected from your body. The sight was so lewd and yet arousing, and you can’t help but stare as he cleans up his digits.

“Good it was…good.”

Caleb turns away and you see him fiddling with the fabric of his sweats and something clicks in your head. “Are you both…?”

You glance down and Zayne doesn’t try to hide it, but he averts his eyes shyly as you see the hard bulge in his shorts. Slowly, you roll over and crawl over to them. “Can I see?” you ask curiously, and a nervous glance flashes over their faces before they oblige. Your eyes widen as their cocks spring free of their confines, thick, veiny, and pulsing with heat.

Your hands move automatically, reaching out to stroke them, and both of them hiss at your touch, your small, soft hands already pushing their inexperienced bodies toward the edge of bliss. You’re surprised at the firmness, and the velvety the skin was stretched over their arousals. Growing bold, you give a slight squeeze, and both of them groan, the noises heavy with want.

It emboldens you, hearing the desperation in their voices, seeing the way drops of pearlescent fluid start to form in their slits. Your mind craved to know what they tasted like, how their desire might feel on your tongue. Leaning forward, you cautiously taste Caleb first. His abdomen tightens, a low moan escaping from him and he grips the covers.

“Ca-careful…” he says in a trembling voice. You hear the thin restraint in his words and repeat the action on Zayne, tongue darting out to sample him. Zayne lets out a huff followed by what sounded like a snarl.

Drunk with the power you held over them, you continued to test their boundaries, sampling, sucking, giving soft kitten licks, never taking more than a few inches of them into your mouth at a time. Their patience was wearing thin and their eyes had a primal haze to them when you dared to look up.

Caleb jerks you away from him, momentarily stunning you before you’re wrapped up in his strong arms, and he pins you underneath him, his erection grazing your thigh as he does so. His body was like a furnace and you nuzzle your face into his chest, his heart beating like a caged bird in his chest. He moans as he pushes his hips against you, trying to soothe the ache in his cock.

Zayne shifts towards your head, his facade of control slipping as lust pours into his system. You reach out a hand to stroke him again and he bites his lip, eyes fluttering closed.

“I think…I’m ready,” you say quietly and 2 pairs of eyes fixate on you.

“Are you sure?” Caleb’s tone is ragged as he tries to control himself from being selfish.

You nod and stroke his hair with your free hand. “I’m positive. With you two…I’m not scared.”

Caleb laughs nervously. “Got us all wired up here baby girl. You think this is something I have practice with?”

You sense his insecurity and murmur, “It doesn’t really matter.”

Caleb takes a deep breath, then moves, your legs spreading apart as he adjusts, grabbing his cock and probing around near your entrance. You tense slightly and feel Zayne move so that he can put your head on his lap. He strokes your face, then leans down to kiss you, easing your worries, and you feel your core flutter in anticipation.

Caleb finally notches in, and he pushes with care, pausing as he hears a muffled gasp escape from you, spilling into Zayne’s mouth. The sensation was strange, it didn’t hurt nearly as bad as you thought it would, but it wasn’t the most comfortable either. It felt like unused muscles were being stretched inside you, then suddenly…you were split apart and he was there, filling an unfamiliar cavern that had been untouched all these years.

“Fuck…” he hisses as he feels the tightness of your walls, the wet clench of them around his cock. Caleb’s movements are shaky as he soaks in the glorious feeling of your body, not daring to push too far in for fear of losing control. Your eyes are clouding over as you gaze up at Zayne’s face, your body rocking with each of Caleb’s thrusts. You moan loudly as he dares to bottom out once, then he quickly pulls out, his breathing shallow.

“I can’t…Not in you…” he mumbles, then starts to pump himself in his hand. You cup Zayne’s cheek, and understanding, he moves carefully between your legs. He kisses your pubic bone, and like Caleb, strokes himself before using his hand to guide himself inside you. You were prepared for the sensation this time but marveled at how different Zayne felt inside you compared to Caleb. Your pussy stretches and accommodates him easily, the muscles relaxed and loose as he enters.

Zayne brushes away hair from your face, his movements tender like Caleb’s and just as inexperienced. To you, however, they felt amazing, and you’re in awe of the human body, the way it could feel and bask in these sweet feelings and touches. Zayne’s breath grows ragged with each passing thrust and all too soon, he’s pulling out as well.

The sight of both them pumping their lengths, of knowing you put them in this frenzied sexual haze, stroked your ego. Caleb lets go first, his nose scrunching up in pleasure as he releases his load, the warm sticky fluid splattering on your belly as it happens. Zayne follows not too long after, jets of seed spilling out of his swollen tip to join Caleb’s.

The rest of the night was a blur. You remember being carried to the shower, by which one, you couldn't remember. They had washed you, murmuring how you’d be their girl forever. After helping you dry off, Zayne had lent you a change of clothes, and you fallen asleep wearing his hoodie and shorts, both of which were baggy and loose. It was past midnight when Caleb had roused you, reminding you that you needed to get back to Grandma’s house. He packed your clothes into a plastic bag, and after you had hugged and kissed Zayne goodnight one more time, he’d held your hand on the way home. Once back at your own home, Caleb had led you to his bed, and held you snugly against him as you fell asleep once more.

It was the perfect ending to the summer. You felt deeply content and sighed against Caleb’s chest. It was rare to find one person that loved you so wholly but two? That was nothing short of a miracle.

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~End Flashback~

The group of women were gazing at you in wonder, their cheeks flushed as the wine they’d been sipping intoxicated their system. Tara’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

“And?” she prompts in an awed hush as you conclude your story.

“And what?”

“Don’t play dumb!” Tara pouts. “Where are they? Are you guys…in a poly situation?” Shr grins slyly.

Her question makes your heart twist painfully. Trying to keep your composure, you finish the rest of your wine. Taking a deep breath, you say the final, painful, part of the story.

“My grandma’s house was blown up during the attack on Bloomshore district last year.”

Tara’s eyes change from teasing to horrified. “I’m so sorry!” She covers her mouth as the rest of the group becomes somber at your admission.

“My grandma and Caleb didn’t survive the blast.” Your voice trembles.

“And…Zayne?” Tara’s voice is hushed.

“Zayne and I lost touch. He used to send letters regularly then, his last one to me, stated that he’d been asked to be part of a research program for developing a cure for Protocore Syndrome. It was some sort of high-clearance project, privately funded. He stopped writing after that.”

“No!” Tara looks absolutely beside herself. “So Zayne is alive…but you don’t know where he is?”

You shake your head no and excuse yourself, escaping to the balcony. None of the women follow you and you’re grateful for the moment of privacy. The night wind whips your hair and you breathe it in, the air feeling fortifying despite the chill.

The seasons might change, but to you, they’re all the same. In your mind, you’re stuck in a perpetual state of summer, the memories of your two lovers echoing through your mind.

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SPIN YOU AROUND - JACK HUGHES

summary: you and jack have been best friends since childhood. you’ve both always had suppressed feelings for one another, but when you suddenly become a country music fan, he finds his chance to actually confess.

warnings: use of y/n & underage drinking, not proofread sorry if there’s typos or mistakes :)

wordcount: 3.4k

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for as long as you can remember, you’ve been best friends with the hughes brothers.

your moms were best friends in high school, and they always talked about their kids being friends growing up. your mom only ended up having one child, but it worked out perfectly seeing that she had a girl and ellen had three boys. despite her best friend playing it, your mom never cared much for hockey. but ellen made sure to have her sons teach you how to skate and how to understand the game. this led to your winter breaks always being spent playing pond hockey in a 2v2 game against the boys, which you wouldn’t have changed for the world.

you and jack are the same age, and this always made you two closer. maybe it was because you two somehow always ended up with the same elementary school teachers, or the fact that you two have the exact same humor, or maybe the fact that you guys have always had mutual friends. It doesn’t matter; he was your best friend, and you were his. although, you both took very different routes when you turned 18. he went straight to the nhl while you began college at penn state. you’re nineteen now, and so is jack. it’s finally the summer after your first semester, and you haven’t seen the boys since winter break.

as you and your parents enter the front door of your guys’ shared lake house, you smile at the familiar smell of ellen’s homemade cookies. “god it smells good in here!” you exclaim, making your presence known. “hey! you guys made it!” quinn smiles as he walks over from the dining room table towards you guys. being the gentleman that he is, he embraces your mother in a hug before anyone. luke quickly jumps off of the couch and runs over, picking you up slightly as he embraces you in a warm hug. your laughter fills the room as luke puts you down back on your feet.

“i swear, you get taller every time i see you,” you chuckle, making luke roll his eyes with a smile.

“maybe you’re just shrinking, y/n,” he shrugs before walking over to hug your parents. quinn walks over to you with a smile and gently hugs you, unlike his youngest brother. you say your hellos to jim and ellen as your dad and quinn bring in the suitcases. you furrow your brows and turn to luke, “where’s jack?” you ask.

“i think he’s in the shower, he should be out soon though,” luke shrugs before looking back down at his phone with a smile. of course, he’s probably texting a girl from school. you chuckle to yourself before walking to your room to settle in. as you walk past the shared bathroom between you, jack, and luke, you hear the shower running and muffled country music playing through the door.

you begin unpacking your suitcase, your door left open just slightly enough so that you can see the hallway. as you’re unfolding clothes, the sound of the bathroom door opening catches your attention. you look up and see jack walking out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. clearly, he has no idea that you’re home yet.

you can’t help but stare for a second… when did his back muscles get so toned?

you immediately shake your thoughts and continue unfolding your clothes. about three or so minutes later, there’s a gentle knock on the door. you look up and see jack in the door frame with his usual smirk-like smile.

“thought you could come home and not say hi to me?” he questions, making you roll your eyes and jump off the bed to wrap the boy in a hug. his arms wrap your smaller frame in a tight hug, his body still damp from the shower and the smell of his body wash emitting off of him.

“how’ve you been, dork?” he asks, walking in your room and sprawling out on your bed. you sit down criss cross by his feet, organizing your bikini tops to their matching bottoms.

“i’ve been good! how’s the nhl life?” you tease.

“eh, i’ve been playing alright. i’m kinda offended you haven’t been to a game since my debut, though,” he jokes, raising one eyebrow.

you groan in response, “i know, im sorry. schools been so insane. i have so much to do for my sorority, i have like a million sporting events to go to, and i have so many tests too… i just haven’t found the time. next season ill be at more games, i promise” you smile.

“hey, it’s okay, i’m just messing with you, y/n/n. i know you’re a busy girl, being all studious or whatever,” he chuckles before looking down at his phone. you two then sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes as you finish unpacking.

—

you’ve done a lot of catching up with ellen and jim, all 8 of you sitting in the living room discussing the causal things. your mom and ellen spill their adult-life gossip, as if they don’t talk every day and meet for lunch once a week, while your dads talk about god knows what. you and quinn chirp luke about whoever he’s been texting, while jack is more focused on whatever video game he’s playing on his phone.

“jack, do you think you could go get us some pizza for dinner?” ellen asks, the room going quiet and the attention now falling onto jack.

“ugh, why can’t quinn go!” jack questions. ellen laughs, “you’re the one who insisted on bringing your jeep! you brought your car, which you never let anyone else drive, so now you have the duties of getting us dinner.”

“fine,” he groans before turning to look at you, a hopeful look in his eyes. you sigh loudly and stand up dramatically, “fine, i’ll come with you.” he grins cheesily as he grabs his keys and twirls them in his fingers on the way out to his car.

“can i have aux, pleaseeee,” you beg, making your hands look like you’re praying and giving him puppy dog eyes. he rolls his eyes and hands you his phone, “no stupid shit or ill take it back.”

jack is a country guy through and through, which you’ve never really gotten into, so you two tend to fight a lot about music. of course there are some songs and genres that you two both like, but when you put on some morgan wallen, jack looks at you like you just told him you killed someone.

“what the fuck? you- you’re- you’re willingly playing country music?!” he exclaims as he turns to look at you with a shocked expression. you have a shit eating grin on your face, “yeah, my roommate actually got me into it. i don’t know how, but she did.”

jack feigns a look of sadness, “oh, so some random girl you meet at college can get you into country, but the kid who’s been trying to get you to listen to it for like 12 years can’t?!”

you throw your head back laughing, “hey! in my defense, i was never stuck in a small room for an entire semester of college with you. of course i got her into some taylor swift though, don’t you worry. it’s only fair,” you shrug. he rolls his eyes at you jokingly before mumbling something about how you’re a fake friend, causing you to hit his arm playfully.

—

after dinner passes and the parents settle in for a movie night, you and the boys head outside for the annual first-night fire pit and beers, which started when you and jack were about 17. you and jack grab the s’mores ingredients while luke and quinn set up the fire pit. you take your seat around the fire, with luke and quinn sat across from you and jack on your right. quinn then hands everyone, even luke, a beer, making you chuckle.

“aww, lukeys first beer at the fire pit with us,” you fawn, making everyone laugh. “okay okay shut up,” the younger boy groans, his cheeks turning faintly florid with embarrassment.

“so, mrs party girl, tell us how college has been,” quinn says, roasting his marshmallow to perfection. you blush faintly at the sudden attention, humming a little as you think of what to start with. “well, my sorority is great. i love my roommate too, she’s like my best friend now. no offense jack, you’re still important i swear,” you chuckle, turning to look at jack. he flips you off before letting you continue to talk about your first semester.

“oh and, this shook jack to his core, but my roommate got me into country music. i don’t know how, im seriously convinced she put a spell on me or something, but she succeeded.”

luke’s eyes widen, “you like country now?! you used to swear up and down that you hated it!” he exclaims.

“i know! i know, but somehow she got me into it. or well, at least morgan wallen, that’s it. some country artists music i still can’t stand, i promise,” you laugh.

“i feel like this deserves a toast or something, because now we can finally listen to country on the boat without any complaints from her,” jack teases. everyone holds up their beer and takes a sip, before continuing on with the conversation. about an hour passes and the sun is completely down as you all still laugh loudly, faces illuminated by the orange glow of the fire.

you yawn, snuggling further into your sweatshirt. which is actually one of jacks old sweatshirts from high school. the logo is somewhat faded and cracked now due to how often you wear it, but he doesn’t need to know that. “you tired?” jack asks you, leaning over his chair slightly to talk to you.

you nod slowly, a telltale sign that you’re about to fall asleep. he sets down his beer and stands up, reaching out his hands for you to grab. you sigh and take his hands in yours as he helps you up. “i’m gonna take this one to bed. i can tell she’s had too many beers,” he chuckles.

“i have not!” you protest, your worlds slurred ever so slightly. jack just chuckles and walks you inside as quinn and luke are left to clean up the mess.

“they’re bound to get together one day, right?” luke asks his eldest brother.

“man, i hope so. im tired of this whole, ‘she’s just my best friend’ act. dude is whipped,” quinn shrugs. meanwhile, jack is sitting on the bathroom counter while you take off your makeup.

“you what?!” he exclaims.

“i kissed a random frat guy at a mixer with my sorority. it’s not that big of a deal jack!” you laugh, and jack just shakes his head. honestly, he would be lying if this didn’t make him feel oddly jealous. he’s so used to always knowing the guys that are involved in your love life. like for example, he was there during the alcohol induced game of truth or dare where you were dared to kiss trevor. you guys were 16 and drunk, so of course it never bothered jack. but now, he feels a weird pang of jealousy knowing that you’ve kissed another guy and he’s never even met him.

despite the fact that you’ve never talked to the frat guy since the kiss happened, jack still finds himself laying in bed scrolling through his instagram. “jesus christ, why don’t my abs look like that?” he mumbles to himself, quickly realizing how dumb he must seem right now. he puts his phone down and sighs.

this is gonna be a long summer.

—

the next morning is filled with laughter as the parents cook up breakfast, while you and the boys sit at the table with a deck of cards, playing your favorite game, BS.

“bs!” you call out as quinn puts down his alleged ‘two-fours,’ which you know is false because you literally have three fours in your stack. he groans in defeat as he takes the pile of cards, “you’re too good at this game. it’s no fun playing with you,” he whines, making everyone laugh.

“maybe you’re just a shit liar,” you shrug. as if on queue, the food is placed down in front of you guys as the parents take their seats. you all make your plates, of course the boys grab the most out of everyone. you chuckle looking at the two pancakes and two pieces of bacon on your plate, compared to jacks which has four pancakes and five pieces of bacon, along with a heavy stack of scrambled eggs.

“greedy much?” you chuckle, nudging jack slightly. he flips you off as he stuffs his face with food. a muffled, “i’m a growing boy, i can’t help it!” falls from his lips, making everyone chuckle.

after breakfast is finished, your guys’ parents go out for the day, leaving you all to fend for yourselves for entertainment. quinn suggests going out on the boat for the day, which you all agree with. you head upstairs to your room, slipping on your favorite bikini and grabbing a sweatshirt and sunglasses. you grab a book just incase, but you know that you’re definitely not gonna end up reading it.

“hurry up, y/n!” luke yells, making you groan in annoyance as you close the bedroom door.

“shut up luke, im coming i’m coming,” you say as you walk down the steps. you and luke walk side by side to the dock, where jack and quinn are getting the boat prepared. jack, per usual, demands that he get aux, and you all know better than to argue with him about it.

he queues up his country playlist, as expected. you chuckle a little as you hum a long to a few songs while quinn slowly exits the no-wake zone. about three minutes or so later, quinn speeds up the boat and your hair is flying. laughter escapes your lips as you look over at jack, who’s sitting next to you. “god i’ve missed this!” you say, making him smile and wrap an arm around you slightly.

he rests his head on top of yours, “i’ve missed you,” he says. this type of behavior is normal for you two, so quinn and luke don’t even bat an eyelash.

you guys come to a slow stop before luke throws the large tube out onto the water. him and jack get on it and grab the handles, laying down on their stomachs waiting for quinn to speed up. “everyone ready?” quinn asks, earning a “hell yeah!” and a “hurry up!” from the two boys. he looks at you and nods before speeding up. suddenly, the raft goes flying and they last a whopping twenty seconds before they both let go and belly flop into the water. you and quinn erupt into a fit of laughter, grabbing your stomachs in pain and wiping the tears that are falling.

“holy shit, are you guys okay?!” you ask, still calming your laughter as they climb back onto the boat. jack groans slightly as he rubs his now red stomach, giving you a perfect excuse to stare. you bite the inside of your cheek as he rubs up and down his abs with his hand in an attempt to soothe the pain, blissfully unaware that his entire vline is showing. he fixes his shorts and you quickly look away after you realize you’re staring, and thankfully he doesn’t notice.

“your turn y/n!” he smiles menacingly, and you quickly shake your head.

“absolutely not! personally, i don’t have a death wish today, thanks though!” you exclaim, immediately grabbing your book from your bag. “you’re so lame y/n,” he pouts before sitting down next to you and rubbing a towel in his hair to dry it.

you can’t help but slyly glance at his biceps, when the fuck did he get this hot?

suddenly, ‘spin you around’ by morgan wallen begins playing and you jump up with a smile. “i fucking love this song!” you say, immediately singing along as the words begin playing.

yes, you’re a few white claws in at this point, but you’re also just happy to be with the people you love. you’re dancing around on the boat singing the words, and jack is looking at you like he just fell in love. his smile is big and his eyes are glued to you, watching you dance and sing like a crazy person, yet he’s not judging you. far from it, actually. he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen, and the fact you’re in a bikini isn’t helping either.

he chuckles to himself and pulls the beer bottle to his lips, admiring the smile on your face and the way your cheeks are flushed from the sun.

—

the house is quiet since everyone is taking a nap or just resting from the long day out. you’re currently sat on the dock, playing some music from your phone and watching the water ripple from the slight breeze. the sun is approaching the horizon and you’re cuddled into the same sweatshirt from last night, the one jack gave you when you were 15.

suddenly, footsteps appear behind you and you turn around to see jack. “you okay?” he asks, sitting down next to you. “yeah, just got bored,” you shrug, turning down the music slightly. he smiles at the sight of you in his sweatshirt.

“watcha thinking about?” he asks.

“everything, really,” you pause. “i mean, isn’t it crazy how you and quinn are in the nhl, im in college, and lukeys already seventeen? i can still vividly remember when we were seventeen spending summers here, and talking about where we would end up for college. you were listing off your offers with no idea that you’d go first overall, while i was stressing about my common app,” you chuckle.

he smiles softly at the memory, “yeah, i miss those days honestly. i kinda wish i got the chance to go to college. it seems fun. maybe one day you can take me to a frat party,” he says before nudging your shoulder with his. you giggle slightly, “frats are gross and dirty, you’d hate it.”

“eh, maybe i would, but at least i get to spend time with you,” he shrugs. your cheeks run hot at his words, was he just being nice or was he flirting? you couldn’t tell, and the moment fell silent.

“i miss you, y/n. i miss living three blocks away from you. its so weird being in different states. and like, now you have all of these friends that i’ve never even heard of before. it’s really weird,” jack admits. your stomach turns with butterflies at his words, and you turn to look at him, praying the heat in your cheeks isn’t visible.

“i miss you too, rowdy. it’s hard being away from my best friend.” he rolls his eyes at the nickname but bites back a smile. as if on queue, spin you around by morgan wallen begins playing through your phone speaker. your face lights up, and jack suddenly gets an idea. “c’mere,” he says, forcing you to stand up. you furrow your brows before suddenly he starts singing along to the words softly, and you follow suit.

jacks heart is racing, but he knows that if he doesn’t confess his feelings soon enough, he’ll never do it. he takes your hands in his and sings along to the lyrics, “well you might tell me ‘boy hell nah,’ but hell what can hurt?”

you giggle as he takes your hands and spins you while singing, “cause i just wanna spin you ‘round, and ‘round this dance floor, get you drunk on a love like mine… might wind up and steal a couple kisses…” the rest of the words that jack sings along to fade as your heart thumps in your chest. he spins you gently around and then pulls you into his chest, looking down at you.

“cause the way you stole my heart without a sign, girl it outta be a crime,” he says softly. you’re wrapped in his arms looking up at him, a soft smile plastered on your lips and a heavy blush on your cheeks. “is it bad that i really want to kiss you?” you whisper, and jack grins like the happiest man on earth.

“i’ve wanted to kiss you for as long as i’ve known you,” jack quietly replies, his hands finding their way to the small of your back.

as the sky is painted with faint hints of pink and gold, jacks lips find yours for the first time in nineteen years.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fanfic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes one shot #quinn hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #nhl x reader #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl

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yuwuta · 6 months ago

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childhood friends to lovers with yuuji is like he’s five and he catches frogs in the lake near his house on weekends fishing w his grandpa and brings them to you like a courting gift (and gets sad when his grandpa tells him he’s got to let them go again, but yuuji promises to catch even more for you next weekend). he’s six and learns he likes to cook and starts making snacks for you and always sits next to you at lunch to give them to you. he’s seven and very definitive that you’re his best friend in the whole world and he doesn’t leave your side during class or lunch or recess or ever. he’s eight and you’re much better at reading than him, but he’s not jealous or upset because that means sometimes you read the harder books to/with him and he learns he loves hearing your voice when you read out loud. he’s nine when he learns he’s got an older brother and even tho he takes to choso quickly, he doesn’t really trust him until you meet choso and declare that you think he’s cool. he’s ten and that summer you go away to sleep away camp for the first time and yuuji cries the first night you’re gone, but choso helps him write and mail letters to you while you’re away, and every weekend yuuji is up 8am to greet the mailman and receive his letter back from you.

he’s eleven when you both start middle school and it’s the first time you both aren’t in the same homeroom, but that doesn’t stop yuuji—he’s sitting by your desk before you even get to school, he’s outside of your classroom before lunch, walks to your classroom after lunch, the first face you see. he’s twelve the first time he realizes that you’re pretty—you’ve always been pretty, but this is different; you’re pretty like sunlight, pretty like his favorite meal, pretty like feeling of coming home. you’re thirteen the first time you get a love letter on valentine’s day, but it’s not from yuuji—it’s another boy in your homeroom that yuuji doesn’t like very much and he never knew why until that day.

once he learns he likes to cook, he starts making snacks for you and gives them to you at lunch and it escalates into packing you bentos almost every day when you two start high school. he’s sixteen when prom rolls around and he’s rocking on his heels asking you to go with him—“as friends, you know haha. if you want, since you’re not going with anybody else and—well megumi and nobara are doing the same thing so i thought? maybe it would work for us, too?”—and when you say yes he tries to play it cool but he jumps and clicks his heels on his way to run and tell megumi about it (and then choso takes approximately 400 pictures of you and yuuji before you two head off to the dance).

it’s not until he’s twenty and a junior in college, and you’ve caught your first sort of serious boyfriend cheating that yuuji finally says something. he always says he wishes it was more romantic, but even now at twenty-six as you watch yuuji laugh with everyone at your rehearsal dinner, and look the collage of pictures choso has proudly displayed, you can’t help but think that it was the perfect confession—that everything about yuuji has always been perfect and that you’re beyond lucky to have him. and when yuuji catches your eye across the table, he smiles all dopey again like he’s five and just caught that frog for you for the first time and you’ve become the center of his world all over again.

#tumblr user yuwuta makes another childhood f2l post….. fork found in kitchen #SORRY! it’s the trope of all time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#GODDDDD :((( he’s soooo :((((#pulls little dandelions out of the ground for you and walks reaaaaaal slow to make sure they don’t blow away to give to you as a ‘bouquet’#he’s like. five and got his little overalls on and fisherman’s hat on and his grandpa just looks at the two of you so fond #:((( yuuji my beloved :(((#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji x reader #jjk imagines #💌

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vroomingrussell · 2 months ago

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Charles Leclerc x Plus Size Reader

When online haters began to body shame Charles’ childhood best friend, he confesses something he’s been holding in for years. Some angst but mostly positive affirmations.

First F1 fic…. Enjoy.

You stood unmoving in the Ferrari garages; unable to peel your eyes away from the scene unfolding infront of you. Charles, you best friend since childhood, was moments away from fulfilling a dream he has had for years, a dream that had seemed unlikely, breaking the ‘Monaco curse’.

You were very aware of the cameras set on you and the rest of his family; they were feeding off the tension in the room, displaying a vulnerable moment to the crowd; and then it happened, he crossed the finish line and finally you felt like you could breathe again; with tears brimming in your eyes you embraced Arthur and then his mother. The cheers of victory ringing out in your ear.

Charles was elated and right fully so; he drove brilliantly and worked hard for this moment, in that moment he was the king of the world and you were happy to be a loyal subject. The celebration went on through the day and late into the night.

You smiled as your best friend looped a hand around your waist, drunkenly singing to the song in the club. “Charlie I have to use the bathroom” you called out to him.

“No stay, dance with me” he begged, but you needed to put some separation between you; the prying eyes of the other club goers left you feeling more exposed that the short black dress you wore did.

Monaco was home to beautiful models and heiresses, actresses and singers, beautiful woman that did not have shop outside of the sample sizes the designer boutiques that was on every street in Monte Carlo. You knew you were beautiful, you were confident in the body you had been given, curved like the goddesses your mother had said. But being around Charles always garnered attention you didn’t like. People that didn’t know you always had a lot to say, nothing nice. Women that wanted his attention hated you for having it; even though you were nothing more than best friends.

Reluctantly, Charles let you go “you owe me a dance Y/N” he called after you as you rush to find the bathroom.

You stood in the toilet stall, trying to ease the anxiousness that had settled in your chest. The bathroom door swung open and you could hear a hushed conversation.

“Did you see the girl that he was with?”

“Ick, horrendous whale” one girl giggled “Charles is such a pretty boy, it’s a shame he’s friends with someone like her”

“She’s so in love with him, poor thing does not realize he only likes models” the other said.

The rest of the conversation was drowned out by the loud beating of your heart. Online comments were something you were used to, the harassment from trolls never took a toll on you, but hearing it for yourself from girls you can imagine looked nothing close to you was a different kind of pain, and the reminder that Charles wouldn’t date someone like you, well you didn’t want to dwell on that, not when you had drilled it into your head since you were teens.

You skipped out on the rest of the celebrations after that. Heading home instead to your dog, the comfort of your paints.

By the time you had showered and changed into your favorite sleeping shorts and t shirt; the sun had began to rise over the beach, which you had a perfect view of from your balcony. The soft pinks and peach mixed together beautifully as you tried to replicate the view in front of you on canvas; for the moment you were in grossed by creating you didn’t hear the door open and close to your apartment.

“Y/N” Charles shouted, startling you.

“Christ Charles” you answered, hand over your heart as you stood up “do you want to kill me?”

“Why’d you leave?” He asked, not beating around the bush.

“Nothing- I was tired” you lied. Charles rolled his eyes at that, he knew you better than anyone, he could tell there was something on your mind.

“Truth”

“Would you date me?” You asked.

“Y/N” he said softly

“No, no I know, we’re friends, you don’t have feeling for me like that, but would you date me, or someone that looks likes me?” You gestured down to your body, soft stomach and thicker thighs, arms that weren’t toned nor defined.

“Who said something to you” He looked at you with a frown.

“Does it matter? Answer the question”

“Of course I would, specially you if you wished”

“Char, don’t joke” you pouted.

“Y/N.. I’m not”

“Charles, please” you sighed softly.

“I’m serious, you are the most beautiful, talented and smart woman I know, you are ways out of my league” he steps closer, hands reaching out to rest on your hips. “I did not think it would be possible for me to confess this is how I fell, how I’ve felt for a long time”

“Why?”

“Because everytime anyone mentions it, you said we are just friends, I thought you did not want to be with me”

“I’d be crazy not to want you, but we just can’t” you shook your head “I already get so much shit for being your friend, could you even imagine what they’d put me through if we dated?”

Charles shook his head and cupped your cheeks “sweet Y/N, why does it matter what anyone says, especially when they don’t know us?”

“It shouldn’t matter but it does, it hurts to be picked apart and shamed for existing… I have to think twice about the clothes I wear or what I eat in public, I cannot even fall in love without being afraid that I will be judged because I don’t look a certain way or because I am a certain size. It’s frustrating even when i am at my most confident, I worry about what other will say”

The silence stretches for a long moment before Charles pulls you in his arms “you know what I love the most about you? You are most radiant person I’ve ever met, you radiate this kinda of energy i cannot put into words, you make me feel calm and happy and confident.. you have not seen the effect you have on people; you can always put a smile on someone’s face, you are always so kind and gentle… I have seen the comments; the words people have said about you, the nasty ones and the good… and there’s so much good… you have inspired so many young women to embrace their own beauty… Y/N I love you, you might not believe me today because of the doubts that’s been planted in your mind but I will show you” he kisses the top of your head, vowing to show you just how true his words were.

#formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #plus side reader #English might be my first language #but I sure am bad at it #*mine

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my1interspatial2corner · 2 months ago

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𐔌 . ⋮ Izuku Midoriya .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

Headcanons: Childhood friends to lovers

Before dating...

You two either were inseparable during daycare or were neighbors and hung out together

Either way, you were one of Izukus few friends. And unlike Bakugo, you stayed with him despite him being quirkless

Due to how much of an asshole Bakugo was and is to Izuku, you bet you hate his guts despite all of Izuku's insistence on how not to hate him

If you two went to the same school, you would try to protect him as best as you could. If you didn't, you two always hung up after school. Either way very disapproving of Izuku not wanting to tell his mum of how ppl at Aldera were treating him, Izuku was grateful you didn't snitch despite your disdain

Izuku would try so hard to ignore his feelings for you since he felt guilty. You were such a good friend to him and he would ruin it all with his own selfish feelings

Would need a huge amount of work on your part to get together. Like he needed clear signals to even assume you might view him that way

"I like boys that are sensible, with curly green hair and freckles"

(He still might not get it btw)

Anyway, but after the constant guilt and one sided pinning and attempts for him to catch the hint you finally confess and you two began dating yay!

The most difficult part is over

In a relationship...

Izukus was already clingy before dating so imagine once you're in a romantic relationship together... Yeah he's not letting you go

High-key would have attachment issues cuz you're the only person since his childhood that has stayed and never looked at him differently due to his quirk situation

He's always researching your quirk and how it works, it's his love language

Also despite all of all mights warnings you bet he told you about how he got his quirk

How could he ever keep anything from you?? You would stay with him either way

Likes casual dates like going on a picnic or doing grocery runs together, just like a hang out. He feels like the formal dates are too much and he just wants to enjoy your company as he has been doing (but this time with kisses and extra cuddles)

We all know he has no preservation instinct right?? Yeah if that worries you and you tell him that man is gonna try to find a way to use his power without breaking his finger each time. Also impulsed him to think for himself and actually take care of himself lmfao

Notices sm about you and writes down stuff like what you mentioned once wanting for stuff like birthdays. Has a bunch of notes just regarding you, not just of your quirk

Quite confident in the relationship due to how long you two have known each other but then again he worries over anything so he would fret over having accidentally upset you when teasing you

Cuz we all know he would tease you. He gets sassy when he's comfortable ‼️

Would come back with a bunch of stuff for you as an apology for something that hadn't even upset you

If you were AFAB he would probably keep track of your period and have everything ready for whenever it's that time of the month. You're also the reason he's always carrying hair ties and pads despite not needing them. Specially if you're forgetful

Speaking of, you never have to worry about Izukus forgetting anything special like anniversary. That man is thinking about it months before. He does remember and you bet he would go all out.

Has so many photos with you hung around his walls and closet. Can see the two of you growing old. Probably stares at it whenever he feels down. You're his motivation to do better

Izukus gives me "walking heating pad" vibes, like he would always be warm to cling onto, if you get cold easily

Loves to put your hands on his jacket's pocket to hold them. Also loves intertwining hands and just about any physical contact

Forehead kisses and headpats def become frequent for him when he's at U.A

Wants to protect you and has his instincts act up fr

If you get hurt or need him?? He's right there before you know it. Even if it's due to something silly, that man would never get angry at you for needing him and asking for his help

Speaking of, so patient with you. If you were hesitant with intimacy of any sorts he would wait for as long as needed and never force you into anything, hell he would refrain from anything you want as long as that means he gets to keeps you by his side. Doesn't want to be the reason behind your discomfort

Izuku gets a bit shy with pda but he loves it. Makes him feel all warm and tingly to be so loved and have people knowing it

Definetly the kind of guy who doesn't stfu about how amazing you are and how much he loves you to his friends. It's like he has a crush on you forever despite having been dating for literal years

The only "arguments" if you that you and izuku have will probably most likely be related to all might. Like he loves you but superman is NOT better than all might thank you very much

He rambles so much to you, to the point where you've learnt to decipher his mumbles that seem to be more gibberish rather than language. It's your super power

Izuku is just happy to have you listen

Such a fast texter... Makes a lot of typos due to it. Occasionally used kaomojis when texting you. Some of his typos have become internal jokes between you two

Overall very sweet and attentive, would do anything for you <3

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itshermocrates · 3 months ago

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Some thoughts on Vander and Silco's relationship

I already talked about this when Arcane S1 first came out, but now that the show is over and we got to see a different reality where everyone has a good ending (except for Vi I guess) I want to bring back my Silco x Vander thoughts

So yeah, vanco ?? silder ??? post

Even if in Arcane S1 there’s some sort of parallel between Jinx/Powder and Silco + Vi and Vander, in my eyes those two were made for an old man yaoi story

Now that we have seen Jayvik’s evolution and that glimpse of them together in a “better future”, I realized that Vander and Silco (+ Felicia) could have something similar to what was happening initially with Jayce and Viktor (+ Mel)

Two best friends working together for a common cause, one hopelessly in love with the other while his partner can’t see ―or doesn’t want to recognize― his own feelings. Since I already have a Jayvik analysis in my drafts, I’m going to focus on Silco and Vander

This will be half a theory - half a fic + I also posted this on BlueSky so yeah, if you see it there it was also me lol

[Pinning, Unrequited love and love confessions that go wrong ahead]

I think Silco and Vander were the perfect duo back in their youth, together they had the brains and the strength, using both charm and cold logic to make people eager to follow them. What Silco lacked, Vander was able to provide and vice versa. Together they were the greatest leaders Zaun could ever ask for.

They not only completed each other like two puzzle pieces, but also shared a bond that had been nurtured since childhood. They had been facing hardships and Piltover’s aggressions since they were little kids, so it was natural that the years of friendship brought them impossibly close.

Some even said that they could have entire conversations without exchanging a single word.

At some point Silco developed a crush on Vander, how could he not? Despite his strength and sometimes scary appearance, Vander had always been the big sunshine boy who was looking after him. That urge to protect and take care of others seemed to be part of his very essence, and if someone benefited from this, it was his best friend.

Of course, they needed to fight and get dirty in the deepest hellholes of Zaun, but even when Vander got his knuckles drenched in blood, Silco could only see the kind man with bright eyes and a dream for a better life that Vander truly was.

Silco really thought that this new beginning for them was only possible because Vander was there with him, since when hope seemed completely lost, when the circumstances took another member of their little family, Vander always remained firm in his stance. They would find a way, they would fight back, they would keep pushing forward and they wouldn’t stop until they finally had the future they deserved.

Oh, wasn’t he convincing? Always the beacon in their times of need, who else could lead them out of their misery?

Vander’s kindness was disarming, and his light was so bright that Silco couldn’t help but fall in love with him. He loved him so deeply it made him feel sick, but he could do nothing about it. Vander had been in love with Felicia for almost as long as Silco had loved him, and even if she wasn’t really interested in him, there was no way that man could get over his emotions.

Just like Silco himself couldn’t make his own feelings go away. He pinned for years, forcing himself to hide how he felt so nothing changed between them and he didn’t lose his best friend. He had to protect their friendship, but, above everything else, he had to protect their dream of a free nation for Zaun.

Silco pinned and suffered in silence until he couldn’t take it anymore, until his unrequited love felt like an open wound badly infected, moments away from killing him. Then, and only then, he confessed.

Vander didn’t make a huge deal out of it, he was understanding and visibly confused. It was an awkward situation, but he could be nothing but kind, even as he broke Silco’s heart. Of course, he didn’t feel the same.

Or maybe he did, but he was too blind to see it, too infatuated by the idea of a future with Felicia to give a shot to a real future with him.

Vander had used a very familiar word to excuse his lack of introspection, one that served him as a shield while unknowingly harming Silco as if it had used the sharpest of blades.

“Silco, you’re my brother…”

They used brotherhood a lot to describe their relationship. Their found family, their friends, their allies in the Zaun revolution and even the fucking pilts, they all could see how deeply they cared for each other. And every time that was the reason they assumed to be behind their bond.

No one could ever deny the love in their eyes, the protective gestures, the smiles... It was obvious, but everyone assumed that what they shared was a blood bond. For Silco it was much more than some stupid liquid running through their veins, what they shared had been built over years of companionship, years of pain and struggle, blood was fucking nothing in comparison. Their souls were connected in a way no one could ever imagine or understand.

And Vander knew this. He knew how strong their bond was, but he hadn't really asked himself if what he felt for Silco was something more than brotherhood. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do if it wasn’t the case either, but he didn’t go as far as to truly consider it.

Vander didn't know how to react to Silco's confession, he didn’t want to hurt him or change their world forever. He was happy as they currently were, it was easy to live with Silco as a brother, but he didn’t know what was waiting for them if he ever allowed himself to analyze his own feelings.

Because of this, and completely unaware of the pain he was causing, Vander uttered that seemingly harmless word that Silco couldn’t stand anymore.

Brother.

The softness in his tone didn’t make it any less devastating. The pain in his eyes, as he knew how badly he was breaking Silco's heart, didn’t make it easier to hear.

The countless "I love you"s he pronounced after that, reassuring that even if it was not the same feeling, Silco was still one of the most important people in his life didn’t soothe the agony of his reopened wound.

None of that mattered.

Because he didn't feel the same as Silco.

The same word that once had been forced on them was now stronger than anything he had built together.

Silco didn't want to feel that pain, he couldn't allow it to stay inside his chest, not when it was so profound.

So he decided to leave The Last Drop. It would be only for a couple of days, to distance himself a little from the source of his pain and try to stitch close that damned cut.

During that time, alone and completely heartbroken, he focused on thinking of ways to achieve the goal they had been fighting for since they were teenagers. The Zaunite revolution and Zaun’s independence. He ignored his pain and used all his anger to plan their next move in their fight against Piltover, thinking of new ways to finally defeat their enemy.

It was during those days, blinded by the pain of his aching heart, that he understood they could only win against Piltover if they showed their true nature to the world. He knew by then that they needed to be more aggressive in their methods and destabilize, not only their government, but also their peace.

Let their own people know what monsters they had for leaders.

Let the people of Piltover suffer the same pain they had suffered since the very moment the City of Progress came to be.

The fight had turned into a way for him to forget his own suffering, and in his anguish, provoking pain to others stopped feeling wrong at all if that meant they could get closer to their goal of freedom.

It was at this point where the conflict with Vander started. Suddenly, the word "brothers" didn't quite fit them anymore, it seemed too caring for them. Now it was a word pronounced in a low voice, and when it was Silco the one saying it, his tone could only express disgust. He rolls his eyes as if the word was some sort of sick joke he hated to voice out loud, a reminder of what could never be.

Silco’s pain is a heavy weight preventing them both from going back to what they once had, and seeing this wounded Vander every single time his friend reminded him of his rejection. This, and how differently they started to approach their fight, made them step further and further away from the other.

And when they saw each other during important meetings, Silco threw the word “brother” extremely carelessly, always with the intention to wound Vander instead of calming him and expressing how much he still loved him.

It had turned into a word that neither of them could ever forget, and that would hunt Silco until the end of his days.

[There's still a lot of resentment in Silco's expression, and in this scene before saying brother, Silco rolls his eyes. The man was PISSED]

In conclusion, I think "brother" was Silco and Vander's equivalent of Jayvik's "partner" and I bet Viktor was pissed as hell everytime he heard someone reffering to him as Jayce's partner AND JUST THAT, for both scientific pride and his hopeless crush on Jayce Talis.

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wintfleur · 7 months ago

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₊˚ෆ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ˖˙ ᰋ ── HEARTBEAT, MY HEARTBEAT!

ophelia’s relationship with jack

━━━ ❛ are we datin’? are we fuckin’? are we best friends?

ꪆ୧ BASICS !

how did they meet? jack and ophelia met in March of 2023 when Ophelia and her childhood friend Amber went to a club in New Jersey, the two girls were visiting Ophelia's brother Curtis and his family when they first moved into their new home after the trade. The two girls – ever the party girls - decided to check out a club nearby. Jack was leaning against the bar talking to a few of his friends when he glanced at the dance floor, he took a double take when he saw her dancing. After some encouraging words by his friends, he finally got the courage and went up to her, dancing with her for a little before offering to buy her a drink.

their first impressions?

ophelia's first impression of Jack was that she liked his boldness, and his smile. She had felt his stare on her as she danced with her friends and she had motioned him over with his eyes, fully expecting him not to come but he did. He joined her on the dance floor where they danced together for a little before jack offered to buy her a drink. They had some small talk, neither of them really telling each other much about themselves but what ophelia did learn about him made her like him more, he was very carefree and sweet but the perfect amount of flirty and she loved it. She was used to flirting with boys – and girls, and being fine with not seeing them again, but this time was different. She found herself thinking of him for weeks after, her imagination running wild as she would often think about what would happen between them that night if she wasn't dragged away.

jack was in awe as he watched her dance, the way she moved her hips, the way her hair moved with her, how good her legs looked in that skirt she was wearing – she was stunning. But what really got him was her eyes, the look she had in them as they made eye contact across the dance floor. She had an alluring presence and he found himself stuck in a hypnotic gaze as he watched her. He liked the confidence that seemed to follow her, and the way she would get him all flustered by her flirting, he wasn't used to being the flustered one. She left a strong first impression on him, because she was all he could think about for weeks after, he hated that she was dragged off before they could trade numbers and he feared that was the last time he would ever see her.

who confessed their feelings first? jack was the one to confess his feelings first, the two of them had been in their situationship for a few months and it was starting to get to him. It was clear to him, there was no denying it, Jack had feelings for ophelia and he couldn't hide it anymore, it didn't feel fair to continue their ‘friends with benefits’ agreement when he knew he had feelings for her. He couldn't hold it in anymore and confessed to her, it didn't end well, and she ended up leaving his apartment and they didn't talk for two weeks. Jack tried to reach out many times, but ophelia ignored him and his advances – not ready to face her feelings.

first date?

surprisingly it was ophelia to ask him out on a date. In those two weeks she did a lot of thinking, and she realized that she really does care about jack, and that she didn't want to be afraid of commitment anymore. Jack made her feel things no one else did and she didn't want to lose something so special, she didn't want to lose him. So, she surprised him at his apartment on a day she knew he had off (she asked Luke). Jack was surprised to see her outside of his apartment and he was even more surprised when she asked him out on a date. He tried to play hard to get (he was freaking out inside and had to stop himself from saying yes immediately) and she had to do a little groveling. But he did end up saying yes because God he really wanted to go on that date with her.

ophelia picked him up for the surprise date, the drive was filled with them listening to music and him constantly asking her where they were going because he still didn't know, and it was driving him crazy. But he was happily surprised when she pulled into a top golf place. ophelia knew nothing about golf but she knew that Jack loved it and she wanted to try it with him. The date went perfectly, they ate, laughed, smiled and shared a few kisses and touches between it all. She could see that jack was having a great time teaching her how to play, even doing that cliché back hug, he said he wanted to fix her form but they both knew it was just because he wanted to be close to her. Jack ended up driving them back to her place where they spent the rest of their night in her bed. A perfect first date they both would say.

first kiss? ophelia and jack shared their first kiss the night they met. They were on the dance floor dancing together, already a few drinks in. Jack had his hands on her waist (basically her ass) and her arms were wrapped around his shoulders as they danced along to the loud music. It was like it was in slow motion, their noses brushed against each other as they kept eye contact, and before they both knew it they were kissing in the middle of the dance floor.

who asked who? jack had asked her to be his girlfriend as they were in the elevator leading to her apartment floor ‘so does this make you my girlfriend now?’ ophelia had said yes and jack smiled and followed after her as she unlocked the front door, breaking out into a fit of google of surprise when jack picks her up bridal style, she had asked him what he was doing and he said “carrying MY GIRLFRIEND into her apartment”

first I love you? jack was the one to say I love you first. They were laying in Jack's bed cuddling, after some adult activities. Jack was overwhelmed with the feeling of love towards her as he held her in his arms while she softly caressed his chest. The moment was sweet and a part of him was nervous to say it, but the other part just wanted to tell her how much he truly loves and cares for her. So, he quietly confessed. He became scared when he felt her completely go still in his arms, pausing her soft touches on his chest. He was opening his mouth to apologize after a few moments of silence but ophelia cut him off by saying it back. Ophelia smiled when Jack let out a happy giggle before leaning down to place a bunch of kisses all over her face as he said the three words over and over.

how did everyone find out?

family + friends:

ophelia’s parents knew that she was seeing someone, but they didn't know who. Jack and ophelia wanted to hide their relationship until they were ready to tell everyone but that didn't go to plan when Curtis decided to hold a team dinner at his home. It went smoothly until everyone was getting ready to leave, jack pulled ophelia off to a vacant part of the house wanting to say goodbye to her alone. Curtis with the help of nico made his way to the garage to grab a few things but they stopped in their tracks when they saw jack and ophelia kissing. Curtis’s reaction obviously didn't go well, and Nico walked Jack out so things wouldn't accelerate badly. Word was quickly spread about it to her parents and other siblings.

jack had also told his parents that he was seeing someone and that they weren't ready for everyone to know. Luke knew about them from the beginning, jack told him about the mystery girl from the club and he put two and two together by the way jack looked at ophelia when curtis introduced her to everyone, jack confirmed luke’s suspicions when he whispered frantically to him that ophelia was the girl from the club. Luke was the one to tell quinn about ophelia, calling and asking him to come visit because jack refused to leave his room after Curtis's bad reaction to him and ophelia. Jack told his parents after things got better!

some of their closest friends knew since the beginning. For ophelia her best friends, amber, seunghan, kat, and intak. For jack, trevor, cole and alex knew from the beginning. But for the rest of their friends, they just slowly found out as they revealed themselves. Well Jack's teammates (the ones who were still at the dinner) found out there while the others (who weren't there) found out over the past few days after the incident.

the public: the public found out when pictures/videos of the couple were taken of them at the family skate at the stadium series. The pictures/videos soon went viral and after the game ophelia posted a picture of her and jack kissing on her instagram story, the caption being: my smiley ❤. jack reposted the story on his saying: my girl ❤

ꪆ୧ DETAILS !

their tropes: he fell first x she fell harder, friends with benefits to lovers, hidden relationship, party girl x party boy, sunshine x sunshine

love languages:

ophelia’s: acts of service, physical touch, quality time

jack’s: physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation

pet names:

jack’s (for ophelia): baby, sweetheart, babygirl, pretty, angel, my girl, brat

ophelia’s (for jack): babe, sunshine, handsome, angel eyes, smiley, baby boy, love

their favorite sleep position:

jack’s: jack likes laying on his stomach, his head on her chest or him being the big spoon.

ophelia’s: phia likes laying her head on jacks chest, her leg thrown over his midsection with his arms around her or her being the little spoon.

songs that describe them:

a night to remember – beabadoobee x laufey

meddle about – chase atlantic

let the light in – lana del rey ft. father john misty

kingston – faye webster

k – cigarettes after sex

heartbeat – childish gambino

again – noah cyrus ft xxxtentacion

bathroom – montell fish

favorite things to do together:

late night swimming

going on trips/vacations together

long drives (jack driving of course)

late night walks

party

play video games

contact names:

jack’s (for ophelia): my smiley ❣️

ophelia’s (for jack): phia 💖

contact photos:

lockscreens:

jack’s: jack’s lock screen is a picture of phia that she sent to him when they were texting one night while he was out of town for a game, he asked her what she was wearing (hoping to get lucky) but he was happily surprised when she sent this picture instead, he teased her about how cute she looked and immediately made it his lockscreen, despite her begging him not too.

ophelia’s: jack was jokingly refusing to pose normally for ophelia's lock screen picture so she just searched up pictures of him on tumblr (she had a blast giggling at all the memes) and set it as her lockscreen. He had grabbed her phone to text back her friend for her and was a little confused on where she found the picture, but he found it adorable when she told him how he did.

ꪆ୧ THEIR THINGS !

breakfast in bed

traveling

late night drives

following the sidewalk rule

flirting at inappropriate times

jack always having his hand on her thigh when they sit down

jack always having his hand in her back pocket when they go on walks

ophelia always holding his arm or hand

slapping each others asses

jack surprising phia after her classes/practices

buying each other flowers

taking long relaxing baths

always going in for a second kiss

playing with each others hair

back hugs

phia playing with his fingers when shes anxious or nervous

calling each other to just hear each other's voices when they have had a bad day

cuddling on the boat

calling each other’s places home

ꪆ୧ BACKGROUND !

ophelia and jack were in a friends with benefits relationship for 3 months before jack confessed his feelings for her while they laid in his bed after having sex. Ophelia didn't take it well and she left, scared to admit her feelings. They didn't talk for two weeks.

they kept their relationship a secret for 2 months. On november 6th, curtis and nico found them kissing in the garage, when curtis invited the team to his place for dinner.

curtis was not happy and walked jack out of the home before things accelerated. In a moment of anger curtis gave her an ultimatum ‘him or me’, ophelia left and didn't talk to either jack or curtis for a week.

ophelia was so upset by the ultimatum that she didn't know what to say to jack, and jack felt guilty that he caused this argument between phia and her brother that he didn't know what to say to ophelia since he blamed himself.

But luke was tired of jack being locked up in his room all depressed, so he called quinn had him come visit and talk some sense into jack.

while quinn was talking to jack, curtis came to see ophelia where he apologized for the way he reacted and that all he wants is for her to be happy, and if she's happy with jack then he supports it.

curtis was just scared that his sister would get hurt, he didn't necessarily believe jack would hurt her but he still had that fear. He was there to help her get through her last breakup and he hated seeing how heartbroken she was, he just didn't want her to get hurt again, so his fear made him react poorly, and he regretted it as soon as that ultimatum left his mouth.

later in the day jack showed up at her apartment with her favorite meal, they ate and talked about everything that happened. they ended their night cuddling in Phia's bed.

ophelia and jack's relationship is exposed to the media on february 16th, when videos and pictures of them at the njd’s family skate go viral.

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS !

before curtis found out about them he had suspicions that ophelia was seeing someone, so he tried to enlist the team in trying to help him figure out who it is, the team turned into a bunch of amateur detectives trying to figure out who it is, and poor jack was just panicking the whole time. Luke enjoyed every minute of it because he knew the whole time.

jack pretends to hate it, but he really loves it when ophelia ‘forces’ him to join herself care nights (face masks, bubble baths, meditating etc.)

jack always tries to make it to every single one of her performances, and if he can't he watches them on his phone. He also always gets a copy modeling picture. He could watch her dance and model for hours.

jack is very clingy/touchy with ophelia always touching her in some way, something their friends, teammates and family like to tease him about.

one of ophelia’s favorite movies is hotel Transylvania, so jack got ophelia a necklace with the letter z for ‘zing’ . . . she almost cried when he gave it to her.

jack is the only one who calls her phia

while they were dating without the public knowing about them, Ophelia's fans started getting suspicious that she was seeing someone. they would see clothes and things in the background of her vlogs that they knew didn't belong to her best friend and roommate, seunghan. It didn't help that she loved to post faceless pictures of jack in her photo dumps.

her fans would come together and try to figure out who her mystery man was

after their relationship went public, Jack became a frequent guest on phia’s youtube, whether it's just a sighting of him in the background or him actually being involved.

both of them have a large amount of their belongings at each other's places

ophelia loves picking out outfits for jack but he's stubborn/superstitious with his suits for games

jack loves coming along to her modeling gigs/shoots, watching her in her element makes him so happy…also lowkey turned on.

jack loves coming along to her family get togethers and vice versa

phia and jack are great babysitters to her nephews, they have a habit of spoiling them

the fan’s always look forward to phia’s monthly photo dumps because jack is always seen in them.

jack is very possessive with phia

they are both switches

always cuddling on the couch, the boat, in a hammock.

they are very attached to each other

phia likes to tease jack and call him her ‘frat boy’

and jack likes to tease her for how competitive she is when she claims she's not

jack likes to call her his nurse because she was there every step of the way to help and take care of him through his injuries

both of them love seeing how well each other get along with their families, like jack gets so happy watching ophelia get along with his brothers and parents so well.

both get a little emotional when they think about it to hard, they really want to have a family together

ophelia gets major baby fever wherever she sees jack interact with her nephews or any other kids, like it gets really bad when she's just in bed watching tiktok’s of babies.

jack loves joining ophelia on her trips that she gets to go on during off season.

ophelia has a instagram highlights just of all the flowers Jack has gotten her. It was started while they were still hiding their relationship from everyone, so everyone was curious who were getting them for her

jack can not say no to her

seunghan who is ophelia’s best friend and roommate is there resident third wheel but the couple loves having him hang out with them

jack hates being called pretty boy, people would use the name to tear him down and use it against him, but when phia called him the pet name he realized that she was the only one he likes hearing it come from

jack has called his mom many times just to talk about phia to her

curtis loves teasing jack and phia but he really is happy for them

ꪆ୧ INTERNETS FAVORITE MOMENTS !

ophelia’s youtube video of them doing flying yoga, a lot of funny and viral clips came from it.

when phia was shown on the big screen at one of his games and then the camera quickly switched to jack who was looking up at the screen with a smile as he watched her.

the tiktok of jack doing the voiceover of her makeup tutorial

literally all the tiktok pranks she pulled on him

when jack and ophelia was heard giggling on the background on a devils behind the scenes video

when luke said in an interview that he's never seen his brother smile so much before meeting ophelia

the completion that was made of jack’s mood immediately changing positively in interviews when ophelia is mentiend

all the comments jack leaves on her posts

jack getting into a fight on the ice because someone talked bad about phia

the summer vlogs

when opheila was doing her vogue get ready with me / last look and all the cute moments of jack being in the background and feeding her a few bites of food while she was getting her makeup done.

the tiktok of her rating outfit’s jack has worn, you can hear jack in the background complaining about the scores she's given him, only making her laugh and tease him more

her vlog of her surprising him for a date night, but she took him to bingo where a bunch of the old woman just complimented him for the whole night, he was so flustered

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from-izzy · 3 months ago

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holiday miracle | the boyz ju haknyeon

pairing » the boyz ju haknyeon x fem reader

trope/au » childhood friends to lovers au!, non-idol au!, slight holiday themed hehe

genre » this is just full on fluff!, haknyeon and the reader are kinda blind to notice that that they obvs love each other, and so MUTUAL PINING UGH, caring and loving haknyeon, shy haknyeon at times, very confident haknyeon at other times!, all in all just a lovesick haknyeon, (light) featuring changbin (skz) and allen (cravity) as haknyeon's other bestie, and hendery (wayv) as the reader's other bestie hehe

word count; estimated reading time » 5224; ~19 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » none!

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 the boyz masterlist

the holiday season has started and this is my first (?) holiday season fic for this year!! thank you so much for this prompt for haknyeon @hursheys !! finally have a haknyeon fic in my masterlist hehe 🤭

light spoiler (?): hak said he wouldn't watch a romcom with his bestie but...hehe-

“At this point, you guys will never get together. It’ll take a miracle to even get you guys together.”

“Forget about getting together, they can’t even go on a proper date with each other.”

“Okay then why don’t you guys try to confess to your childhood best friend that you’ve been in love for a long time, ask them out on a date, kiss them by the mistletoe and live happily ever after?”

Changbin and Allen looked at each other after the short rant from Haknyeon, pointing at each other, “Are you talking about us?”

Haknyeon facepalms at their words, tossing the overcooked meat from the grill onto his plate. His face is buried into his palms, leaning back onto the chair in despair at the thought of him falling deeper in love with you every passing day; every passing second. People say it’s inevitable for you and him to get together, given the long history you both share as your mothers have been best friends since their schooling days. Many say that neither of you needs to put in any effort as time and the universe will do all the work for you.

That’s great. In fact, that’s actually awesome, and Ju Haknyeon has held onto his trust with time and the universe patiently ever since he realised that his feelings for you aren’t platonic. Time passes and now, as you both passed mandatory academic years, took different courses in university, and got a full-time job, he’s starting to run out of patience, feeling restless at how the universe seemed to no longer be helping him, but testing him.

Haknyeon gobbles the pork belly and kimchi in front of him, fueling up his energy to see you tonight for your usual movie night together. Usually, you eat dinner together (and snacks), and get cozy beneath your blankets, but you had a company dinner to attend today, hence why he’s stuck with his two close friends from work. Allen chuckles at the stressed-out boy, shaking his head in amusement at how blind his friend seems to be. Changbin smirks along, eyeing Haknyeon who barely gives any time to properly digest his food.

“Honestly,” Changbin stops momentarily for a drink, “do you really want to end another year like this?”

Haknyeon knew what his friend was referring to but still asked, “Like what?”

“Dude-” Allen facepalms at Haknyeon’s audacity to question. “Do I really need to break it down in full detail?”

“Please don-”

“I’m not sure whether you know this or not but ever since high school, people have been lining up for her. Many have asked her out so many times, and at this point, I think it’s a miracle in itself that she hasn’t gone out on a one date with a guy.”

Allen’s words hit deep as Haknyeon remembers the many times he accidentally walked into someone confessing to you. Every time he finds himself quickly hiding his presence, he also hopes that it’s not too hidden to the point that you can’t feel his desperation for you to reject them. The chopsticks that were in Haknyeon’s hands clang on the table, a sour look overtaking his features at the memory. The atmosphere around the three friends bustles in laughter and heartwarming moments, but all Haknyeon has in his head is your laughter and the heartwarming moments that you share with him.

As if on cue, his phone lights up, your name coupled with a heart emoji next to it as Haknyeon’s cheeks instantly blush. He flips the phone over, his two friends shaking their heads disapprovingly.

“I told you it’ll take a miracle for you both to get together.”

Haknyeon quickly ushers his two friends to leave him alone, partly so that he could cry at the huge financial impact of losing rock, paper, and scissors for who has to pay the bill. Changbin and Allen, however, knew that their lovesick friend just wanted them out of his sight so that he could pick up his best friend.

Proving his point, Haknyeon quickly dials your number, not bothering to take shelter from the gusty winds. You pick up after a few rings, and Haknyeon’s mood picks up faster than that at the sound of your voice.

“I can pick you up now if you’re ready,” he offers.

“Yes! Come quick so that we can have time to watch more movies together!” And who was he to not want to fulfil that wish of yours; it’s his too anyway.

On your side, your closest co-worker puts up a knowing smile at the signature tone that you reserve for the only person in your life. As soon as you press the red button on the call, Hendery wraps an arm around your shoulder, exaggerating a dreamy sigh before sipping his champagne.

“If only I had a person that would save me from this party,” Hendery wiggles his eyebrows at your raised ones. “Look, my dear friend,” he clears his throat, “we made a bet on this remember?”

Oh yeah…that.

“Keep it up for another few weeks until the end of the year and you owe me fifty dollars because you don’t have the guts to ask the person who is obviously head over heels for you. Single for another year!”

“Excuse me, you’re single too?” You decide to point out the fact first to which Hendery stutters to make an excuse. “Plus, I have a lot at stake if he rejects me, okay?”

“You really don’t,” Hendery affirms. “You’re just too blind to see that he literally has heart-shaped eyes for you whenever you’re near him.”

The comment is nothing that you’ve never heard before, not only from him but others too. “Thank you for the very wonderful yet fake insight,” rolling your eyes at the boy who’s ready to speak up again. (Un)fortunately he was cut off by a voice calling out your name not too far away.

You slip out of Hendery’s hold, not minding how he had his weight on you and almost fell face-first to the ground. Your co-worker couldn’t be too angry though because, at the very least, you proved his words to be correct once more. Not only did you give a crushing bear hug to your friend who’s lightly covered with snow, but Haknyeon securely intertwined his fingers around your back, making sure to keep you within his reach. You dust the white from his attire, beanie and some trapped between his strands.

“You can’t even do this at the very least?”

“I have you to do it for me. I don’t see why I have to do it myself.”

His words heats your cheeks and your fingers momentarily freeze between his bangs. Your widened eyes meet his sweet ones, cheekbones rising at your flustered demeanour. In short, Haknyeon found you adorable as you tried to process his daring words. Truthfully, he said those words without much thought yet after saying it, it feels right. You feel like the right person to receive those words from him. A hand holds yours, sharing your body warmth as Haknyeon pulls you out of the building, not wanting to waste any more time.

The drive back to your house is somewhat calming minus the slight dancing from the carpool karaoke that Haknyeon suggested. The choice of music throws away any worries that you or Haknyeon might’ve potentially had over the week; including ones that should have been confronted. As soon as the music switches off and the adrenaline runs out, you’re once again forced to confront reality and for once, you wish Haknyeon didn’t open your side of the car door, holding a hand out for you to take. The habit started a few months ago when you felt drowsy and tired from overworking, almost slipping when you came out of his car. Could Ju Haknyeon be any more perfect than he already was? Well, he could, and it scares you a little bit with how you’re falling deeper and deeper for your best friend.

“Dibs on the bathroom!” Haknyeon announces as soon as you close the front door.

His voice pulls you out of your trance. “That’s not fair!”

“Go order some food first!” He suggests, continuing to run away from you.

You feigned offence with your tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth but it didn’t take long for you to skim through the different cuisines, restaurants and menus that you were craving. Haknyeon gave you full control of dinner tonight, so you took it to your advantage; of course, still ordering food that you know he loves, even though he could eat anything and everything. When the orders are placed and you mentally note the ETA of the driver, you take care of the other preparations such as the small snack bowls, the drinks, and most importantly setting up the new projector that Haknyeon invested in for your weekly movie nights.

You dash around the house for any throw pillows, cushions, plushies and weighted covers for the marathon. In the end, you could barely see the grey fabric of the couch but at least you would both be snug and warm; from the lack of space and from each other’s presence. On cue, the bathroom door opens and the light steam escapes along with it.

“Did you take a shower or a saun-” All words halted when Haknyeon stepped out of the bathroom.

No, he’s not naked. He’s fully clothed from top to bottom. Yet maybe that’s why your heart rapidly accelerates for his outfit choice makes him all the more attractive and huggable. The sweatshirt and sweatpants, two complimentary colours that is definitely complimenting him. Your fist clenches at nothing, controlling your unshowered self from cuddling him and the self-control is immense. Haknyeon doesn’t realise the effect that he had on you, casually throwing himself on the comfortable cloud that you prepared behind the projector.

“This feels like home,” muttering about the fabric beneath him.

For him, it was just a phrase. For you, it meant much more than that. You start to overanalyse the sentence: does he mean your actual house? Does he mean resting? Is she saying that the couch is comfy? Or that the water when he showered is the perfect temperature? Maybe it was the-

“Come on,” Haknyeon sits up and slips beneath the blankets. “Go wash up quickly and I'll keep an eye out for delivery.”

“R-Right,” nervous laughter slipping through your lips. You point towards the bathroom behind you, slowly retreating backwards towards where it is. “Don't eat all the snacks!” You warn.

“I will if you don't finish showering in twenty minutes.”

You have never finished your nighttime routine so fast at Haknyeon’s words. The only thing you had in mind whenever you thought about taking your sweet time during your skincare routine was the bowl of sweets that would steadily decrease every second. As soon as you free the hot steam from your shower by opening the door, you’re also greeted by fresh delivery cuisine. The aroma of the food is the first thing you notice and Haknyeon about to take a bite before you see what you notice after.

“Oops,” aware of your deadpanned expression. “Come on, come on!”

You heed his hurriedness, wanting to feel warmer after walking into the cooler air after your quick sauna. You scroll through the available shows with Haknyeon beside you, shoulders touching each other. It's not a novel feeling which is why you couldn't understand why you feel like your heart is about to jump out of your chest. Alas, you both settled on one of the newly added romance movies.

You followed the story well; for most of it, at least. You couldn't help but get distracted by the way that Haknyeon rested his head on your shoulder. You turn your focus back to the movie, another one where the characters are oblivious to each other's infatuation. In a funny scene or when the two main characters are idiots in love, your heart swells at his laugh, wishing to hear it every day; wishing that you were the reason why.

“Just like you,” unknowingly voicing your thoughts.

“Hm?” Haknyeon lifts his head from your shoulder. “What were you saying?”

“N-No,” hastily shaking your head and reaching for your phone to rewind what you missed due to your thoughts. “N-Nothing.”

Haknyeon beats your reach to your device, pressing the pause button before you can double-tap on the left side of your screen. He sets the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, crossing his legs and adjusting his body to face yours.

“What's wrong?” He interrogates softly.

“Nothing,” you repeated. “Just a passing thought.”

Ju Haknyeon is completely fine with you keeping your thoughts to yourself. He respects your boundaries. It’s the same way that you respect his space and boundaries. With the way your fingers fidget with the sewing of your blanket and your eyes aren't even meeting his, he just had a feeling it's more than just ‘nothing’ as you claimed.

“Okay,” he doesn't press on further to your surprise. You shift to a better position, ready to resume the movie, but instead, a question makes you stop, “Are you free this weekend?”

It’s a simple question. There’s nothing special about it. If so, then why did he say it so softly that you could have missed it?

“What?” Taken aback by the sudden change of topic.

He shrugs, playing cool and collected when in reality, he’s nervous about the words spilling out of his mouth. “Just want to know because there's this nice restaurant and I want to take you out.”

If he had ended the sentence after the restaurant, it wouldn't seem unusual. You and him have been restaurant hopping ever since you both received financial stability. It's just everything after that word that makes the world silent.

“Take me out?”

“Yeah,” he affirms with a shoulder shrug. He’s locked in now. It's all of nothing. “Like a date. You know,” pointing to the screen, “like these two. I'll pay for everything,” hoping to convince you.

But the movie doesn't depict a friendly date or that kind. It's a romantic date, with flowers and one partner picking the other one up at their door. It's the kind of date that you would expect one partner to drop the other back safely to their house. The type of date where the inviter would woo the invitee. The one where one is showing obvious interest in another. The one where they press a ‘goodnight’ kiss on the lips. It's that kind of date.

And he just asked you on that kind of date.

“I need just one date,” he continues a bit more. Haknyeon gathers his courage to look into your eyes for a longer period of time, meeting with the way you blink seemingly without much thought, head seemingly empty. His shoulders slump slightly, “You know what? Never mind. Forget I ever said anything-”

“You think you can woo me with just one date?”

He takes a bit of buffering time to process your words. Slowly, a smile grew on his lips, and he couldn't help but hide his expression behind a nearby cushion that he was hugging before he paused the movie. One confident and automatic answer is what he gives you, “Absolutely.”

And so, the rest of the night after his answer shifts. It’s spent with more contact, Haknyeon daringly growing closer to you; not that he wasn’t before. You also relish in this, intertwining your hands together. Yes, this made snacking a little bit difficult, but you get to finally hold Haknyeon’s hand in a different way, so what is food when you can be like this to Haknyeon? You hope your hands will stay like this until the morning light dawns when, to your disappointment, it’s Haknyeon’s cue to leave.

“Oh. My. God.” These are the first few words Haknyeon says after coming back home the next day. He leans to his front door for support, putting a palm on top of his heart.

First of all, how did he even manage to sleep over last night? And actually got sleep with you next to him? It’s not a dream when he woke up earlier today, you snuggling your face into his chest, looking for his comfort and warmth. Your free hand seemed to have been clenching his top, the wrinkles during the day telling him so. Just like you hoped, both your hands stay holding each other through the rest of the night. You look peaceful in your slumber, breathing steadily, unaware of his heart going haywire. Haknyeon didn’t expect you to be so close after his question, yet he’s thankful for waking up to such a beautiful sight.

Second of all, the kiss on your forehead. The one he gave as a ‘good morning’ greeting, not knowing that you would stir awake. The way you rub your eyes to rid the sleepiness was beyond adorable, and the calming rhythm of your ‘good morning’ greeting is something he wants to hear more often.

Just one question led to all of this.

A hand flies to cover his wide-opened mouth. Haknyeon didn't know where the sudden burst of energy came from, nor did it matter because he really did it. He asked you out on a date. A romantic one at that. He really said the magic words that he has been dying to say for longer than a decade, and you actually agreed. None of this would matter, and he wouldn't be sliding his back against the door and sitting on the floor in a daze if you didn't agree.

He replays the whole night once more, a brightening grin overtaking his being for the rest of the day. Of course, this feeling is caught easily through the phone by Changbin and Allen who is proud of their boy for finally taking the first step.

Ju Haknyeon doesn’t really plan.

Even if he does, he doesn’t plan things meticulously. Even if he’s unsure about how things will go or knows that he really should plan certain things, he thinks just going along with the flow, and figuring things out when the time comes is best. When it comes to you though, he could change with a snap of his fingers. Changbin and Allen didn’t do much help when it came to things to do with you as he plans to extend the date to more than just dinner. The internet provides him with great recommendations but the fact that it’s accessible to everyone beats the purpose of wanting to make the day unique and special.

Haknyeon leans back to his bed, soothing the hunched posture that he has been keeping up non-stop for almost an hour. He balances his laptop on his lap, spreading his arm across his sheets. “Ugh,” shutting his eyes to relieve the growing pain around his head. The weather didn’t help either as despite his heater and the apartment being nicely insulated, the falling snowflakes outside could still be felt with the layers he has on.

The boy starts to move his arms, generating friction and heat that he hopes to be enough even though it might be short term. Then, the action seems to be familiar to him.

“You two!” Haknyeon’s mum hollers with worry. “You’re going to both get sick!”

Haknyeon and you only continued to mark your figures onto the plush snow, dusting your faces away from the ones that gently shimmered down onto your faces. Mothers knew best, and both of you got sick not long after. If you could turn back time, maybe he would listen to his mum. In saying this, he knows he wouldn’t fully listen to her, maybe instead opting for a compromise like not making snow angels under one of the coldest sprinkling winter days for an hour straight.

The memory stays firm in his mind. It eventually becomes a tradition each winter to visit his parent’s house to make another snow angel together. Unfortunately, through the past years, it has been broken and his parent’s front garden hasn’t heard your laughter for a while. This winter too, would be a journey to go back home, so Haknyeon knew that it would be close to impossible. Yet, the premise of the tradition is continued.

This year, it will continue once more as Haknyeon hopes that the angels he’s made throughout the years will hear his wishes that your relationship with him will change after this holiday season.

Maybe, Haknyeon should have wished a bit more from the angels. Once he gathered all his plans for the day, he should’ve wished that it would all go well, just like in the movies and books. One of the main characters would profess their love, and the other would confirm their feelings back to them. In the end, they would cup their cheeks, press their lips to a loving kiss and live happily ever after together.

Currently, the restaurant messed up their booking time. Haknyeon booked for six, yet somehow the restaurant thought he said eight. The two numbers don't even sound alike, so how it happened was beyond him. As much as Haknyeon, you were confused and calmly asked if they could sit you both in. Thankfully, the restaurant was able to accommodate the confusion, and a massive weight was eased from Haknyeon’s shoulder.

The waitress guided you both to the spot that Haknyeon initially requested, giving you a view of the nightscape of Seoul, blanketed with white on the rooftops and the streets. Haknyeon is pleased to see that he made the right choice, seeing your eyes widen at the view, leaning over to capture all that you could. You were so immersed to the point that you forgot about the menu, only attending to it after your stomach growled. Food is best when you’re feeling ready for it anyway, and the booklet in front of you feeds onto your expectations even more.

“Just that?” Haknyeon double-checks with a knowing grin. “Not even dessert?”

“I need more time!” You exclaim, lightly jumping on your seat at the range of selection. “You tell me that as if you’ve made your full decision as well.”

After some recommendations from food blogs, checking the options together with, of course, the light bickering that comes along with it, the menu is taken away to regain some peace and tranquillity. It's at this moment that everything seems to slow down. You thought of two things with Haknyeon rubbing his hands together: the cold. It’s been dropping the past few days, especially the time when you both cuddled against each other, so that would be a fair assumption. However, you’ve been in this room for more than half an hour now, so you decided maybe not. Second, it’s just this whole atmosphere. The bouquet he gifted leaning against the window pane, and you across the table with the best clothes that you have. The red spreads across his cheeks as you both sit in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, never that with you, but the new situation had him darting his eyes everywhere but yours.

“I’m nervous,” you spoke honestly first. A light chuckle is the next thing you do to fill the silence.

Haknyeon felt his body relax at the mutual feeling, “Me too.”

To lighten the new environment, you give Haknyeon your phone, asking him to take a picture of you and the flowers. Unlike all the other times, Haknyeon refused to take it with your device, ensuring a copy for himself, swearing that he’d send it to you after. After making him promise, you shyly pose with the abundance of roses and pansies.

“Pretty,” he compliments you. He leans to rest the flowers against the window, ignoring the crease between your eyebrows. A hand slides across the table, stopping halfway with an open palm, “Can I hold your hand? At least until the food comes.”

You unclasp your slightly shaky hands, accepting Haknyeon’s palm. You trace your fingertips along him, curling them inwards as Haknyeon does the same to yours. The gentle hold is new and fleeting but undoubtedly will be something you will instantly crave all the time. Oh, and how his thumb delicately traces along your knuckles makes you melt. You didn’t want to retract your hand when the food arrived, and Haknyeon had the same thought, holding on until it became too hard to eat. Another one to add to his adorable moments.

“Where are we gonna be making snow angels this year?”

At first, Haknyeon thought his plans had been exposed but then remembered that it was an annual event. He shrugs, “Anywhere you want. I guess we can’t go back to my parents’ house.”

“Hm,” you ponder about places. “What about that park we always used to go to after school?”

“What a memory,” he reminisces about the time you spent there: skipping classes, running away at midnight to meet each other, having picnics, spending your allowance and hiding the evidence of sweets there. “Let’s.”

After a satisfying meal, that’s exactly where Haknyeon drove you. You both knew that the chances of you getting sick once more are high, but if you’re going to get sick anyway, might as well make the moment the best. The warm-up included running around in circles, and hiding behind trees and bushes as you both prepared another round of snowballs. The hiding part isn’t executed too well for either of you, with deep footsteps revealing the other’s whereabouts. You called it truce after, knowing that you could never beat a Haknyeon that just ate a hearty meal. Whilst Haknyeon still had the energy to stand and hop around, gathering snow to his palms to throwing it to the sky, you catch your breath at the bench.

You haven’t seen Haknyeon this carefree for a while, and you thank the holiday season for this side of him that deserves to wind down and relax. The boy runs up to you with both hands behind his back, fluffy hair bouncing according to his footsteps. Per his request to hold your hands out, Haknyeon gently places a handful of the cold crystal in the shape of a heart.

“Of course, eventually this heart will melt,” he nods slowly to his words, “but never mine when it comes to you.”

The short speech is enough to convey his feelings. You thought the night he asked you out would be almost all that he has for you, but he’s just waiting for the right moment to spoil you. While you’re entranced with the pureness of Haknyeon’s work in your palms, Haknyeon dashes away to plant his back to the cloud.

“Hey!” You call him out. “We’re supposed to do it together!”

Your feet dash to be beside him, the heart is still in your hand, unwilling to let it shatter. Even though Haknyeon is facing the sky, he knows that you’re not lying down next to him. He cranes his head, seeing you crouching down to your knees a few steps away from him, setting it down safely. Then, you’re next to him, copying his actions of spreading his limbs across the icy cloud, laughter accompanying his. You were both constantly checking on your artwork, standing to see for improvements, then laying back down, turning it into a light competition.

“Okay fine,” Haknyeon concedes as he starts to feel his thighs give out. “You can win only if you listen to me carefully.”

“About what?” Fully turning your body to him.

Slowly, you see the playfulness fade from his features. His lips still held their crescent shape from earlier, slightly tenser yet at the same time, genuine in its meaning. Haknyeon’s chest rises as he takes a deep breath, a white cloud following him when he lets go of any tension and nervousness. You shift your weight from one weight to another when he begins to turn his body to yours. Haknyeon takes your gloved hands to his, firmly holding them and looking into your eyes with sincerity. There, you see the eyes that everyone has been saying; the heart-shapes floating in those brown orbs, pulling you in securely.

“I love you,” he confesses the words that gracefully land on your heart. “Not in a friendship way.

I wish every single day that I would be able to say these words. For every single year, we would be different. And this year for me is it,” calmly putting the point across that he wants more from this relationship with you. “But if you don’t, we can forget about this whole thing. The whole of today can just be a normal hang-out. If you don’t, then I will try to let go of loving you, even though it’ll take time. If you don’t, we can just become best friends and pretend like you’ve never heard of these words.”

There’s a passing beat of silence from both of you, Haknyeon waiting for an answer, and you waiting for the right time to do what you have always longed to do. You escape from Haknyeon’s hold, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer to you. Your lips finally connected to his, dancing elegantly like the snowflakes in the sky. His lips tremble meeting your cold ones, yet that’s the reason why he deepens the kiss, a hand on your lower back to soothe the chilly season. One hand trails his jawline, down the slope of his neck, feeling his gulping as you stop at the start of the neckline of his shirt. Noses brushed against each other, sometimes bumping at the hurried pace of the kiss. If it wasn’t for your gloves, it would have been wrinkled just like that night you held onto him for dear life.

“Haknyeon,” a gap between your kisses allows you to start, “if you don’t mind, I would love this to be a date.”

The boy smiles at the confirmation. “Really?” A nod from you. “Why?”

You knew that he was searching for the words that he yearned to hear from you. And you? You had no intention to hide it any longer. “Because I've loved you since the moment we met.”

That’s Haknyeon’s cue to guide the second round of kisses, embracing you closer to him by your nape. Barely any space is left between you and that’s exactly what you both want. “We should’ve done this earlier,” whispering to your lips before diving in again.

“We should’ve.”

Haknyeon directs his kisses all over your face: one cheek to the tip of your nose, lingering at your other cheek. “You’re in love with me…” Your eyelids close to make sure his lips touch there too, ending at your forehead. He leans his forehead to yours after, “It’s a holiday miracle…”

You shake your head, signalling to him that your feelings for him are genuine, whether or not he’s wished for it to the angels. “It’s not a miracle, Hak. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

Your words itself feel like a miracle to hear. “You’re right.” To have the words that he has daydreamed and dreamt about him elevates everything more. “You’re a miracle to me.”

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What do you think about Severus's "obsession" with Lily that Snaters always use as an argument? It's so frustrating that they're constantly portraying him as a creepy stalker or an incel

People will make up any nonsense to hate on Severus, and if that nonsense paints him as a sexual deviant, even better, because it gives them the perfect excuse to stick to their prejudices and outright condemn him. But the reality is that Severus was neither an incel nor a stalker, and that’s what I’m going to make clear from the start, because I’m done with terms and behaviors being twisted for convenience and confusing fiction with reality.

First, Severus never, ever, confessed his feelings to Lily. In fact, it’s Rowling who confirms he was in love with her; within the books, romantic love is never explicitly mentioned. What we see is that they were friends since childhood and that Severus clearly had a deep attachment to Lily. But that attachment can easily be explained by the fact that Severus was a child from a terribly violent and dysfunctional environment, who was alone, and Lily was probably the first person to treat him kindly and offer him affection. That, for a child with severe emotional neglect, creates an immense emotional attachment to the person who finally provides some comfort and love. And that’s not the behavior of someone who is sexually unwell; it’s completely normal behavior for people with avoidant or disorganized attachment styles due to family dynamics. You could even interpret it as something purely platonic, but it’s clear that Rowling had a different idea, so we accept it if she wants (or wanted) it to be romantic.

Fine, starting from there, the reality is—as I’ve said—that he never confesses, never puts her on the spot to go out with him, never tells her he’ll hurt someone if she doesn’t date him (cough unlike James Potter cough cough), and when Lily cuts ties with him, he accepts it, and apparently, they never speak again. Severus doesn’t become bitter towards women because of that. He doesn’t specifically hate women because his best friend/crush told him to get lost. First, because she didn’t reject him romantically—Lily ended their friendship due to political differences, not emotional ones—so the incel narrative of being rejected by women doesn’t apply, as this wasn’t an emotional or sexual rejection. Second, because Severus does not hate women. In fact, throughout the series, we see him interact much better with girls than with boys. Yes, he’s harsh with Hermione, but his treatment of her, despite everything (despite everything, I repeat), is much softer than his treatment of Harry, Neville, or Ron. He has a cordial relationship with McGonagall, and we can infer he had a rather close relationship with Narcissa from the scene in HBP where she even seems to know how to easily find his house, and from the way they speak to each other.

There is no evidence that Severus harbored anything specifically against women, either before or after Lily. This image created in fanfiction to make him the absolute villain is absurd because it contradicts canon. In the canon, we see Severus constantly triggered and having direct, very violent confrontations with various male characters—it’s not the same with female ones. Severus’s abusers throughout his life have always been men (his father, James, Sirius...), and not just any men, but men who represented hegemonic, toxic masculinity. It’s with them that he has active conflicts, not women. The incel theory falls apart on its own.

Now onto the stalking. When? I mean, Severus and Lily were friends who spent time together not because he followed her around, but because they had a friendship dating back to before Hogwarts, and to top it off, they lived near each other. Let’s go back to the fact that Lily tells him to get lost, and Severus leaves. He doesn’t insist. He doesn’t pressure her. He accepts her words and leaves. The scene where he goes to the Potters’ house after Voldemort’s attack is something that happens in the movies, not in the book canon. As far as we know, he wasn’t even aware that the prophecy would involve Lily until Voldemort chose the Potters as his targets. So we can assume Severus wasn’t stewing over Lily all those years—he was busy with his own messes, not chasing her everywhere. That’s not the behavior of a stalker, and I’m sorry, but caring about someone who was basically the most important person in your life during your childhood and teenage years and not wanting them to be killed—even if it’s been years since you spoke—isn’t obsessive; it’s just being human.

I mean, think about a friend you had in school or university with whom you shared some of your best moments, and then suddenly, years after losing touch, someone is going to kill them. Would your logical reaction really not be to try and do something? It’s crazy to say that’s weird or out of place.

Lastly, let’s address the “obsession.” I don’t know if the problem is that the people who repeat this mantra have never lost someone violently and don’t understand grief and trauma or what, but I’ve lost several people in my life, and to this day, many years later, every time something reminds me of them, I cry, or my mood just plummets. Because the wounds of loss don’t heal; you learn to live with them, but they don’t close. Anyone who has experienced that kind of loss—that sudden, premature loss—knows it. Severus isn’t obsessed with Lily. Severus feels guilty for having played a part in Lily’s death, and he feels terribly guilty.

What drives him isn’t obsessive love; it’s guilt, it’s grief. It’s knowing that maybe, if he hadn’t overheard the prophecy, she’d still be alive. It’s not having been able to stop the attack. Imagine someone you love deeply dies, and you think it’s your fault, or you think you could have prevented it. Are you seriously going to tell me that wouldn’t haunt you for the rest of your life? Because I don’t know if I’d be able to live with it. I think people don’t understand that what motivates Severus is the need to settle the debt he feels he owes Lily, to atone for his sins and make up for the damage he caused—not an unhealthy romantic obsession. It’s his way of dealing with grief and guilt, and honestly, if people don’t get that, they should talk to a therapist to learn a thing or two about trauma and loss because they need some advices very hard.

#severus snape #pro severus snape #pro snape #severus snape defense #severus snape fandom #snapedom #severus snape meta #lily evans #lily evans potter #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #harry potter series #harry potter meta

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huckleberrykai · 2 years ago

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°˖✧ huckleberrykai's masterlist ✧˖°

last updated: 22.10.2023 requests + suggestions: open! pls give me some i beg

tomorrow x together ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

ot5 headcannons + mini fics:

➵ crush crush crush ~ [what are they like when they have a crush on you?]

➵ our song ~ [mini scenarios based on taylor swift lyrics!]

➵ let's dance the night away ~ [prom with our fav boys!]

➵ call me baby ~ [nicknames you give them!]

➵ there's food at home ~ [txt as dads!]

➵ why's it spicy? ~ [txt vs your plumping lip gloss]

➵ squish ~ [txt reacting to their chubby gf in a tight outfit]

choi yeonjun:

➵ lost ~ [when yeonjun finds a lost child in the park while trying to clear his head, he goes on a quest to find her mom.]

➵ found ~ [after that day in the park, yeonjun decides he wants to keep you both around for a long time. - part 2 to lost!]

➵ i did something bad ~ [if you're on opposite sides, then why does it feel so good to be with him? - mafia au]

➵ dance with me ~ [trying to confess to your dance class partner on valentines day is more overwhelming than you originally thought.]

➵ are you still watching? ~ [after a long tour away from his baby, yeonjun doesn't wanna pay attention to the netflix show you were watching. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

➵ picturesque ~ [you go on a cute date with your boyfriend, who just so happened to bring his new camera.]

➵ never been kissed ~ [your new boyfriend just wants some smooches, but you aren't sure how to tell him you've never been kissed.]

➵ comfy cozy ~ [yeonjun gets a little handsy when you surprise him with an early autumn cozy getaway for his birthday. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

choi soobin:

➵ sacrifice ~ [you spill a drink on a very pretty man in a club ~ inspired by sacrifice by bebe rexha]

➵ superstar ~ [when soobin gets the opportunity to work with you, he can't help but feel nervous.]

➵ birthday bunny ~ [just two tired horny lovers messily helping each other out. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

➵ fight for you ~ [on your 21st birthday coronation day, you finally get to meet the knight you've been admiring for so long.]

choi beomgyu:

➵ not so secret ~ [secretly dating someone in a house of six people isn't easy - especially when you wander out of his bedroom wearing nothing but his shirt.]

➵ call it what you want ~ [when you and beomgyu start dating, you aren't sure how to tell your brother soobin.]

➵ i wouldn't ask you to take care of me ~ [after returning from your honeymoon, you already have to put your vows to the test.]

kang taehyun:

➵ tae-tok [when your boyfriend is always touring or busy, you settle for the next best thing. tiktok boyfriend edits that his fans make.]

➵ the virtue's in the verse ~ [you become a secret admirer to the boy who never responds to your flirts]

➵ missing you ~ [taehyun wanted to surprise you by coming home early, but it turns out he got home just in time. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

huening kai:

➵ here's to teenage memories ~ [you meet a cute boy on vacation ~ inspired by kiss me kiss me by 5SOS <3]

➵ i thought we were in love already? ~ [kai tries to think of ways to get you to like him, unbeknownst to him you've been in love with him the whole time.]

➵ you smell nice ~ [kai notices his hoodies going missing, and it isn't until he visits your apartment to stay for the weekend that he realises where they all went.]

➵ toaster strudel ~ [kai wants to frost his favourite pastry before he eats it <3 - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

➵ pizza lover ~ [sick of playing cat and dog, kai gives you a little push to cross the barrier of best friends to more <3]

➵ can't keep my hands to myself ~ [your first time with your sweet boyfriend who can't help but think about your pretty hands - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

➵ cat and dog ~ [despite being so different, your friends think your black cat and golden retriever dynamic with your boyfriend is adorable.]

➵ memories ~ [of course being best friends with your boyfriend's sister means premium access to his childhood videos.]

➵ video games ~ [gamer bf!kai x sanrio gf!reader ~ headcanons and texts]

➵ all mine ~ [kai never considered himself the jealous type. not until he met you.]

➵ laundry basket ~ [when kai finds his sweet precious girl with his dirty shirt in her face and her hand down her pants he has to teach her a lesson. - SMUT 18+ ONLY !]

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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 months ago

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(TW) Character Death (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

A Game of Life (ao3) - Koolhotsweetloveberries

Summary: Daniel Howell, an honorable member of the King's Knighthood, does not expect much from his time at court. All changes when the court jester, Philip Lester, enters.

Based on Dan & Phil's game of life, and Dan & Phil Crafts- Slime.

As the World Caves In (ao3) - cosmic_angel_writes

Summary: Dan and Phil vs The Zombie Apocalypse

breathe in, breathe out (ao3) - darkesthorizon

Summary: Dan never thought he'd have to live without Phil, but sometimes he thinks wrong.

By the way, I adore you. (ao3) - lxzyfangirl

Summary: Dan is very sick, and the future is not looking too bright for him, thankfully, he has Phil, his best friend, to accompany him through it all. But is Dan satisfied with being just friends?

Dies Irae (ao3) - queen_of_seratonin_deficiency

Summary: After a terrible tragedy, Dan is sent to a psychiatric institution where he is supposed to heal from his deep wounds. What happens if he meets someone else with deeper wounds?

Fictitious (ao3) - soundsofmymind

Summary: Daniel Howell was admitted to the mental hospital because of early childhood PTSD. While there he meets Phil, another patient and his only friend. From that friendship blooms a beautiful romance. But, one day Dan wakes up without his beloved Phil. He must find out where he went.

glass houses (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan has an illness the doctors can’t treat. he lives in a bubble of imprisoning plastic. his life is monotonous, cold, and without any connection to the people around him. then he meets phil.

Holding My Breath (ao3) - dip_the_pip

Summary: I’m dying and confessing my love for you & I called you at 2am because I need you

human (ao3) - lyricallyharley

Summary: Sometimes people wonder weather it's better to feel pain or nothing at all. It's a question, like many others, that's most likely not meant to be answered.

I Better Die First (ao3) - imademon

Summary: Phil is a ghost, haunting his and Dan's forever home and trying to get Dan to see him.

In the Garden (ao3) - dont-tell-them-i-write-phan (QueenJunoTheGreat), QueenJunoTheGreat

Summary: Dan Howell loved three things. Painting, the abandoned garden around the corner from his house, and his very best friend Phil.

My Baby Shot me Down. (ao3) - Mi_Munson

Summary: Daniel Howell became a police officer for one reason, or rather, a person, Phil Lester, a wanted criminal.

Red Like Roses (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Red like roses fills my dreams and takes me to the place you rest...

Resistance was not an approved outcome (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan and Phil are about to film a video for the gaming channel when some otherworldly guests crash into their house, leaving yet another hole in the ceiling for the builders to fix. Unfortunately, when given an ultimatum about their impending abduction, Dan and Phil choose two very different paths.

Based on the tour preshow question: Would you rather be a ghost or an alien?

schrödinger's cat (ao3) - brookwrites

Summary: it’s july of 2019, and dan and phil are headed to vidcon. everything has been absolutely amazing for the two of them since they ended their hiatus, and they’re ready to jump into the next stage of their lives...until a reckless driver destroys everything they had in store. suddenly phil is left completely alone to cope with the loss of his soulmate, and all he has left is the dark void of his own mind. dan’s the only thing that can help him, and he’ll find him, even if he has to get some wings first.

surely the second coming is at hand (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: From darkness they came, and to darkness they must return. And Dan is ready.

Or, a rewrite of the final events in DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime, as well as an analysis of Dan's internality during those moments.

The Boy From Manchester (ao3) - Koolhotsweetloveberries

Summary: Dan Howell wishes with all his heart that he was someone else. If he had to choose, he'd be a cool guy living in Manchester, like all his favorite YouTubers. They say 'be careful what you wish for'.

An AU inspired by Makoto Shinkai's 'Your Name'.

The Cult Under The Hill (ao3) - leewritesstuff

Summary: Daniel Howell was an unknown man. He was tall, lanky, and quiet. Nobody could pick him out of a crowd, no one could tell you his name. They could only tell you that he gave them the creeps.

Phil Lester was described by everyone who knew him as the sweetest thing that you’ll ever have the pleasure of meeting. He was quiet, he was polite, and most of all; he was kind.

One of these boys does not make it to the end of this story.

the end of all things. (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: they were from two separate sides, it was never meant to be.

The Most Human Colour (ao3) - lvckyphan

Summary: “I’m sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell, and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.” — Richard Siken.

It’s easy to dismiss the things we don’t understand as non-existent. Love is a religion and Phil is agnostic.

The Philver Scream (ao3) - UnorthodoxSavvy

Summary: While Dan's career in the FBI is taking off, Phil is left behind to pick up the pieces of his life after his brother's death. However, he finds himself plagued by strange nightmares that he can't explain. Soon, people around him start dying. Can Dan and Phil's partnership survive the mounting body count?

There Is No Guide To Losing Your Soul (ao3) - krissyxlove

Summary: It wasn't supposed to be like this.

To Live and Let Go (ao3) - raisedufromperdition

Summary: Upon his diagnosis of a terminal illness, Dan vows to spend the rest of his short life with Phil by his side, completing his bucket list while learning what it really means to live and love.

Without You Here (ao3) - raisedufromperdition

Summary: “I never thought losing you would be so hard,” Dan began, with a deep breath. He toyed with the strings of his grey hoodie, ignoring the stinging in his eyes.

A story which consists of Dan talking to Phil’s grave and reflecting upon their life together.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #angst #tw #death tw #death #death masterlist

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seangelfish · 2 years ago

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Childhood friends

Yuzuru Fushimi & Ibara Saegusa x Platonic! Reader

Genre/s: Fluff (and a bit of angst)

Word count: 1,728

Plot/summary: You're childhood friends with both Yuzuru Fushimi and Ibara Saegusa in which you have a story with both of them. However, you became rather distant with Yuzuru due to his butler duties at the Himemiya residence, but you try not to hold a grudge as you still loved being his friend. Thankfully, Ibara was there for you, and you have always appreciated his help and company. They were your closest friends, so it was time to hang out with them both!

Honestly, it’s kind of weird. You have met Yuzuru first, when you two were both very young, before he went into the military and before he decided to become Tori’s full-time butler. It was an odd encounter especially since his family were strict with everything he did. He came from a family of higher class too.

Ibara, however, was a different story. After Yuzuru informed you of him joining a military training camp which was enforced by his parents, he would send you letters of how well he was putting up. In those letters, he would write about Ibara, even if they were short sentences. The relationship he had with Ibara at the time was ‘quite wholesome’ as you would say, but when Yuzuru’s last letter was sent to you, you realised that their friendship really didn’t last too long.

When Yuzuru’s military training camp came to an end, he had finally become a servant for the Himemiyas. That meant he didn’t have that much time to hang out with you as you used to. It broke your heart, but it couldn’t be helped. However, he would always try to make time for you even if that time was spent at Tori's home.

"Is (Y/N) coming over today?!" Tori would ask Yuzuru in excitement. The pink-haired boy had grown fond of you every time you visited, but in exchange, you had mixed feelings. So, this was the boy that took your best friend away from you? Seriously? You tried to hide those feelings, but of course, Yuzuru read you like a book and even scolded you for it.

"(Y/N), are you jealous?" he asked you one day, pouring you a cup of tea and setting down a plate of pastries in front of you.

You smiled at him. "Yes," you confessed. "I know I shouldn't be jealous though, after all, I don't own you – Tori does."

Yuzuru sighed at your answer. You were always so blunt with him, but he appreciated how honest you were sometimes. You picked up one of the pastries and took a bite. Mmm, that tastes nice, you thought. Does Yuzuru bake these himself?

"(Y/N)..." Yuzuru started. "I'm sorry, but–"

"This is what you chose, I know," you interrupted. "I should support my friend, but I just can't help feeling... I don't know... betrayed?"

Yuzuru fell silent and so did you.

After a few seconds, you mumbled an apology. He smiled at you softly, pinching your cheek. He understood your feelings all too well as Ibara was the same.

And that’s when you met Ibara. Before Yuzuru devoted his whole life to the Himemiyas, he pleaded that you befriend his friend from the camp. He gave you specific instructions and everything in order to find this Ibara character you’ve only known in his letters.

“You must really care about him,” you commented, drinking your tea slowly.

“I do regret leaving him there by himself,” Yuzuru admitted. “So, please take care of him for me. I know he resents me now.”

You obliged yet befriending Ibara was hard work. He would NOT open up. After the training camp, Ibara had tried to work his way up, rebuilding all of the Godfather’s abandoned businesses.

“Oh, I’m also taking business courses,” you stated happily, hoping that this relation would bring you closer to him.

Ibara shrugged it off. “So?” he said. “You won’t be able to help me with the basic knowledge you acquire from those little lessons.”

You just wanted to slap him. However, you could understand why he acted this way. Yuzuru did give you half of his backstory…

You kept trying and trying. You would wake up everyday happy and energised in hopes Ibara would finally accept you. He would find you annoying for a bit, but he did really appreciate your help. Though, he did keep an eye on you. What did you want from him anyway? Money? If that was what you wanted, he’d give it to you for you to finally leave.

But you never left, and you never took any money from him. That was when he realised that you weren’t using him at all.

“(Y/N),” he said, eyeing you on your laptop, calculating some random income statement he wanted you to do. “Thank you for everything, I’m serious.”

You looked up from your laptop, confused. Though, when you noticed his smile linger on you, you couldn't help but smile too.

“Have you finally accepted me as your friend?” you chirped.

He nodded and muttered, “My best friend.”

What he didn’t know was that you were best friends with Yuzuru too, but that’s a whole ‘nother story for him to dissect.

Present Day...

Tori looked through the whole school for you, but when he found you in the gardens enjoying a cup of tea, he began to beg.

“(Y/N)!” he whined. “Can you please do me a favour? I’ll pay you back!”

He gripped your leg with pleading eyes.

You sighed. “What is it now, Tori?”

“Well… the first years are going off on a two day trip, and uh… I want you to keep an eye on Yuzuru,” he said quickly.

“Yuzuru?”

“Yes, can you PLEASE do it?”

Maybe you’ve been spending too much time with Ibara lately, but a portion of you found Tori annoying. Of course, you loved him, he was sweet to you, and was cute! But this was the person that took Yuzuru away from you, and you just didn’t like that. You could never admit this though. You’ll take those thoughts to your grave.

“I don’t understand, why would I need to—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Yuzuru dashed in.

“Young Master, I was looking everywhere for you! You had forgotten your lunch,” Yuzuru exclaimed. “You need to eat it.”

Tori groaned, “Ugh, fine.”

Yuzuru caught your eye and said, “(Y/N), hello. How are you today?”

You smiled sadly, and this immediately took him aback.

“I’m fine,” you responded. “Tori, I’ll take care of Yuzuru.”

“What, really?! Thank you!”

Tori jumped onto you for a hug, telling you that ‘you’re the best’ multiple times. Yuzuru, who hated when Anzu would get attention from Tori, smiled at this display of affection. However, he didn’t understand what the two of you were talking about.

On the day of the trip, you finally realised why Tori wanted you to take care of Yuzuru. Yuzuru had been frantically bringing Tori stuff that he ‘needed’ for the trip, giving him his best advice, and telling him to keep safe.

“What would the Young Master do without me?!” Yuzuru would say, and you would roll your eyes at how dramatic he was being. “I’m just so worried!”

“I now realise why Ibara hates you,” you commented. “Come on, lighten up. Tori will be fine. Plus, we can finally hang out as friends now. We have two days free together!”

Yuzuru stopped and looked at you. You didn’t hate him? Well, you did greet him with a hug when he transferred to Yumenosaki, but you definitely were different from the last time he saw you. He did leave you behind like he did with Ibara after all.

“Today, we shall go to a themed cafe!” you exclaimed, grabbing his hand and twirling yourself around.

He laughed at this and he just couldn’t help but to twirl you around a second time.

“Why is HE here?” they both said simultaneously.

Situated on a circular table from left to right was Ibara, you and Yuzuru. You simply grinned in response.

“(Y/N), I thought it was a day for us two?" Yuzuru queried, perplexed at his current predicament.

“I thought so too,” said Ibara. “Why would you bring him?”

“Well, both of you are my favourite people and I would like to spend the day with the two of you together. Plus… it’s my birthday, so you have to do whatever I say!”

“It’s not your birthday,” they both said at the same time.

You changed the subject quickly. “That’s so sweet, you guys remembered my actual birthday!” you cheered.

They looked at you with confusion, so you held both their hands in a way to plead them to stay.

“Let’s just enjoy this time together, okay?” you continued. “We’re all friends here, and I never really get to hang out with you two at the same time! This is exciting for me, you know?”

You had the biggest grin on your face and they just couldn’t let you down, so they reluctantly agreed to stay. You were their dearest friend after all, and they wouldn’t want to see you sad.

The platonic date wasn’t too bad. They kept it tamed when you were around, but when you needed to go to the bathroom, they immediately began hurling insults at each other. When you came back to find them acting like that, you smacked both of their heads.

“It’s like I’m babysitting you two,” you said with a sigh.

They looked offended at the statement.

“(Y/N), I think we’re both the ones babysitting you most of the time,” Yuzuru corrected, and surprisingly, Ibara agreed.

“We’re the ones helping you with your homework,” said Ibara. “And who got you into Yumenosaki in the first place?”

You smiled at them sheepishly. “Just so you know, I love you both,” you sang. “Ibara, Yuzuru, I really do appreciate you both with my entire heart.”

They smiled at this. Due to your presence, they finally had something they could agree upon: teasing you. So, with the rest of the platonic date, they would talk to each other about how an annoyance you were when you were young. Of course, they weren’t harsh about it, so they did leave you compliments here and there.

With that being said, you three even took a picture together. They saw how sweet the smile on your face was, and they hoped you could smile like that forever.

“Thank you for treating me today!” you exclaimed as you walked with them, arm in arm, down the bustling street.

“I actually enjoyed it,” hummed Yuzuru.

“Hmm, so did I,” admitted Ibara. “But I’d rather not do it again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said as you tried to swing yourself with their arms wrapped into yours, like a little kid whose swinging by their parents’ hands.

Even so, you hoped you could do this with your childhood friends again.

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popawritter12 · 10 months ago

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Can I request this

a reader who is a traveling dancer with Yandere blood moon shen. If you want some lore, Shen and reader were best friends when they were younger.

Author's notes: I had many complications this week, sorry but I will finish your requests more slowly, sorry if I lose my initial regularity :(

Also, there's was something that I wanted to add: Please add the gender of the reader, it is important because I need to know if you want a male, female, non-binary or any other gender reader, it is important when converting it from my Spanish to English <3

Yandere! Bloodmoon! Shen x reader

Yandere character: Shen From the videogame/movie/serie/manga/anime: League Of Legends Case: Kidnapping, childhood friends, small memory loss, mentions of bondage, unhealthy obsession, mention of a cult Part:1 of 1 Finished: Yes -

The night was full of stars, the streets are illuminated by decorations of stunning colors, and the people with a happy expression on their faces after so many years. It was no surprise for the cultist to see people being so happy that day, since he was also happy, and not because of the approaching event, it was because, finally his beloved returns home, returns to him and returns to their family roots, to the place where it belonged for so long.

Distant was the time when they lived next to him, where they danced together and they perceptively mocked the mistakes he made when dancing, when the dancer moved as freely as a bird fluttering its wings in the air.

He still has mind images of them when he first saw the dancer; beautiful and with a folk dance ropes. In his eyes, the dancer was a beauty, even for their young age, as they parents always put a lot of thought into their beauty, always trying to stand out at all times, and especially when they was going to act or dance.

He never knew when or how the dancer had become a close friend to him, since he was very shy around them, and had a hard time getting close to her to even greet them, but he did; He had achieved it, and he felt that it had been the best thing he had done in his entire life.

The dancer was always looking for him, looking to play with him and looking for a break from their busy life. Normally they both chased each other in the forest, or practiced different types of dance, the time they had spent together was such that it seemed unreal, given that he was the first friend they had; Their parents never accepted the fact that they had other friends, that the dancer sought to have their childhood in peace without their parents worrying about it, so the dancer ran away from their home almost daily to be able to see it.

It was obvious that they both developed a feeling for each other; love, and mainly a friendship that they thought would never be broken.

However, everything was never rosy, especially when Shen was told that his beloved dancer was going to leave.

He tried to stop the family of his dancer, telling them how much they meant to him, and even confessing his love for the dancer…, but it was too late; His precious dancer was too young to decide for their own life, and they was forced to leave what they always called home.

Years passed until they returned, when they did, he noticed that their best friend was not there, that person with whom they always dedicated to dancing and practicing the dance that normally was difficult for them was not there. When the dancer asked about him, everyone refused to give them an answer, saying that no one knew where the poor boy was with whom they danced so much and who enjoyed the little childhood they had.

And it was mainly their love for him that caused them to never forget the feeling they had when they found out the truth; when they found out that he had decided to join that horrific cult. To that group of people who constantly harms the entire town, many thought it was impossible, and even the person who told them said that she doubted if it was really him.

It was painful, very painful to think that by abandoning his friend he had caused him to go down the wrong path, to notice that, almost by accident, he had been forced to join the cult of the blood moon, and repeatedly nights he blamed themselves for those decisions he had taken.

And yet it was easy for him to find out when they returned for the first time, and searched every corner of the village for the dancer, that person with whom he tried as fervently to fall in love with him as the first time.

However, it was obvious that she was not going to react very well to this, since it was the same cultists who had murdered one of her great friends, she was always going to have that grudge buried deep in her heart. .

He knew that she was never going to forgive him, but that infatuation had escalated in such a way that even with the years he made him see her again, longing to touch her skin again, to see how she had grown And even if he gave her a opportunity to dance with her once again.

And when he met them again he couldn't help but smile, he couldn't stop thinking that they would remember him and that them would run to give him a hug, fill him with affection and remind him that they will always be in his heart, that they was always going to stay and that now no one was going to command their life and that they was going to be by his side until the end of them days.

However, once again his actions ended up working against them, and his dancer only saw him with fear, with terror and with anguish of knowing what he had become, in the decision that he had made from the moment he took a step inside the blood moon temple.

He did not stop repeating repeatedly what he had to do, what he was going to end up doing sooner or later, and what they was going to drive to madness; However on that route, it was very obvious that he had not took a second path, there was no deviation and much less a return.

He tried to force them into a hug, tried to get the dancer to talk to him, but not a single word that he expected from them came out of them, only a scream of fear came out of their mouth. They vocal cords seemed like they were going to end up damaged, and at the same time irritated the man's ears, even if he was confused it didn't take him long to realize why his dancer was having such a reaction.

He let them go, and almost instantly they escaped with all the energy they could muster in their legs, almost as if they wanted to simply disappear from the earth or teleport to a place completely away from him, and a scream from them — That seemed to call another man—was heard in the distance when his dancer was no longer in his range of vision.

That night, after a long time, almost for the first time in his life, he cried and collapsed under the temple, removing a mask from his face, removing that serious and almost emotionless personality from him. That part of him that sought so fervently to eliminate all traces of humanity, and eradicate those very human and sensitive feelings that lived in his heart.

It was terrible and horrendous, almost frightening, the feeling of knowing how his beloved dancer had treated him, even more knowing that it was her fault that they had reacted so badly, that the dancer had decided to simply reject him and walk away from him at full speed.

It was a memory that played in his mind for many nights, even for weeks he wondered what he had done wrong, what mistake he had made for them to make the decision to run as far away from him as possible, and why they had done so rejected in such a way that even running as far away from him as possible.

But, a memory appeared in his mind.

One that he had buried inside his chest, one that she thought he would never see again.

Two young people were walking in the middle of the forest, the illumination of the sun at midday allowed them to see clearly. The hurried steps of the youngest were the most heard due to the rustling of the leaves.

—Wait! I don't run as much as you!

The brown-haired young man was panting, air struggling into his lungs.

—Oh, come on! You seriously can't stand anything!

The dancer seemed almost unattainable with so little fatigue in an entire tour, especially when they had barely left their house after a long hour of training.

—I can't keep up with you, you just finished training, shouldn't you rest for a second?

—We're almost there, stop being a complainer.

The young man snorted in protest, his legs shaking but stiff from the amount of road they had traveled. The amount of miles they had traveled together was too much even for someone like him, yet the dancer seemed so excited that they ignored the pain in their legs or the fatigue in their body.

It was almost a miracle when the dancer took his hand, excited and jumping for joy.

—We are already close! —The dancer, almost unconsciously jumping with big steps, highlighting a dazzling smile in every second of their jumps.

The dancer looked as happy as always, but while he dragged his partner to the long mountain which they crossed with a path highlighted by the separation of stones and the grass without existing on that path.

—Are you going to tell me where we're going?

—Just walk!

It took them only three minutes to climb the small mountain in front of them.

Upon reaching the top, the little girl looked over the trees, and mainly, a small path where there was a large group of people.

The young woman took the hand of her companion, her free hand pointing to the people on the path.

—Look! It's there! —She shouted, excited —, they are professional dancers.

Both children looked at the group in front of them, and Shen couldn't help but feel somewhat confused.

—Did we come here just to watch a group of dancers go to their next destination? —The boy asks —, are you serious?

The dancer just looked at they partner again, before snorting, angrily.

—Aren't you looking? It means that there will be an event soon.

Shen had already been notified of the event, but they found such things incredible. The few times they left the house were thanks to the fact that they had found someone with whom they could share that enthusiasm for the world.

Shen could say something, but they just decided to look away and return their attention to the dancers and their path.

—They are so… incredible —The dancer mentions, a gasp of admiration comes out of them —, I wish I could participate in events like that.

They young friend, faced with this, only decided to look at them again, a question was formulated in his mind, almost immediately resulting in a question that was asked for them.

—When you grow up you want to be like them, I have to imagine—Shen mentions, before turning his attention to the path that the dancers were walking, now empty. —, you will travel the world, you will have many admirers, and many things, you know?

At this, the dancer, offended, looks at him again, pushing his shoulder lightly with his small hand.

—I don't want to be like them—The dancer responds angrily.

—Hey? why not? —He asks, curious.

—Because it would mean being away from you.

The young man's heart raced, before he just refused to look the dancer in the eyes, a slight blush on his face.

—Shen, I have to tell you something.

The dancer moved fluidly towards him, managing to position in front of him.

—What happen?

—If one day I ever leave, I want you to know that I won't do it on my own —The dancer begins their explanation—, my parents always insist that I have to go out into the world, dance and explore the whole world, but I want to stay here, with you. .

The young man's blush spread even more, but now he just stared at the young dancer, happily.

—So, if I try to leave here, do whatever it takes to stop me, okay? —The dancer asked, firmly taking his hands —. No matter what happens, I want us to be together no matter what.

At this, he nodded, a protective feeling rising deep in his chest, but stronger now.

That memory had triggered everything, and it wasn't long before he came to, noticing what he had in his arms.

The dancer moved with fear, their back arching as their hands clasped around his wrists caused a feeling of sorrow deep in his heart.

He realized that he had slipped out of himself, and now he had his precious dancer, beneath him, sobbing as they body trembled violently, trying to escape the deep grip he exerted.

—I see you did it —A voice echoed behind him.

Hearing his footsteps in the barely lit room only reminded him of the mistake he had made.

—I didn't think I would be capable of this, after all, you were the closest of all of us to stripping you of your humanity. —the hooded man mentioned, without removing his white mask with reddish details.

The man leaned against the old wood, between his fingers a deck of cards which he manipulated with such ease that he resembled an artist manipulating a paintbrush.

—However, I want you to be clear about one thing.

The bodyguard looked serious, his mask marked that lack of humanity, which was never going to be removed in the face of another cultist, or demon.

—You have permission to keep it, but if you betray us —The man threw a white card on a dark wood, rubbing against Shen's mask.

The letter passed through a beetle with ease, managing to split its body with a single attack.

—Don't think you'll have another chance.

The hooded man withdrew, his footsteps soon disappeared into the darkness, while leaving the clear sign that there was not a single human person in that temple.

There wasn't a single human person there, least of the dancer.

The dancer who was condemned to dance with their only and most fearsome dance partner.

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