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Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: slight physical violence (manager grabs reader's arm), verbal abuse

Prompt: “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” / “Yes.” / “What if I just break his nose a little?”

Summary: The boys have been coming to the diner you’re waiting tables at for a while. Your manager is not a fan. One night things escalate.

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The bell chimed above the door, signaling the arrival of new customers. You looked up after placing the food in front of an older couple, and a bright smile lit up your face as you saw the group of four that just walked in. David and his gang have been coming to the diner for months now. They showed up one night, seemingly curious about the new place that had just opened on the boardwalk. You took their order, they made a few flirty remarks, you flirted right back, and that was it. They obviously took a liking to you and have been coming back every other night. It was honestly the highlight of your day, your stomach flipping in excitement every time. Even if they barely ordered anything, they still spent hours there, and you made an effort to go over to them and chat when work got slower and you had some time.

Your manager clearly didn’t like that. He complained before that they make other customers uncomfortable – although it didn’t seem that way to you –, and chastised you for encouraging them to spend so much time there. He made it a point to give you meaningless tasks so you wouldn’t have time for them, making them leave quicker. He had also been making snide remarks about them and glaring at their table to the point that they started noticing it.

You could basically hear him rolling his eyes from behind the counter as you walked up to their booth and greeted them.

“Hey guys, long time no see,” you joked.

“Hi babe, did you miss us?” Paul purred resting his head in his hand, giving you a dreamy look.

“Maybe,” you smiled coyly. “Maybe not. Who knows?”

“You’re such a tease,” he pouted, but his eyes were smiling.

“You know you like it, Paulie.”

“Oh, I absolutely love it,” he grinned right back at you.

You chuckled. “What can I get you guys? The usual?”

“Can I have you for dinner, sugar? I promise I’ll be gentle. Unless you don’t want me to,” Marko said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You and gentle are on two different planets when it comes to eating, Marko. Babe, if I were you, I wouldn’t let his teeth near me.”

Marko swatted at Paul, who grabbed a menu to shield himself. “Shut up, dude. You’re no better either. You make even bigger messes than I do.”

“Not true.”

“Who complained about his pants getting ruined just a few days ago? Again.”

“Come on, man, that was one time.”

“Like I said. Again.”

“Yeah? Well you-“

“Boys,” David interjected before it could get any more out of hand. “How about we order already?” His tone sounded casual, but there was an edge to it that caused the other two to begrudgingly back down. It was a good thing too. Some of the other customers were already staring at the commotion, shuffling uncomfortably in their seats and whispering among themselves. You could feel your manager practically glaring holes into the back of your head.

They proceeded to give you their orders one by one, and after writing them down and sending them one last smile, you went to relay the orders to the cook. That’s when your manager walked up to you, his stormy expression promising nothing good.

“I need to talk to you for a second,” he stated.

Holding back an eye roll you nodded, “Sure.”

“I told you before that they are not welcome here,” he started, sending a glance towards their table. “Tell those punks to behave or they’ll get kicked out. This is a respectable establishment. We don’t want some hooligans bringing down our reputation.”

You wondered whether he had the balls to do the kicking out himself, but all you said aloud was “Yes, sir.”

When you brought out their food, Dwayne caught your wrist to get your attention.

“Is he giving you trouble again?” He motioned with his eyes towards the kitchen, and you looked to see your manager staring out the little window cut into the door.

“It’s fine, nothing I can’t deal with,” you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. Dwayne gave you a concerned look but nodded, trusting your word.

“Thanks for checking in with me though,” you added, feeling a little bashful all of a sudden, not really used to people caring this much about your well-being.

“Of course,” he smiled back at you.

After giving them their food, you wanted to stay and chat for a bit more, seeing as there weren’t many customers, but you could still feel the glare of your manager so you thought better of it. You went back behind the counter and started wiping it down.

You busied yourself with other tasks for a while, refilling a few coffee cups and making small talk while doing so, cleaning up tables after customers left and taking the orders of new arrivals. Even so, you kept stealing glances at them, blushing when you caught David already looking at you a few times. You noticed that he had a habit of following you around with his eyes while you were working, and although you were slightly unnerved at first, now it felt reassuring to know that he was constantly watching over you.

Tearing your eyes from him you wondered, not for the first time, what their life might be like outside these nightly visits. As much as you’ve gotten to know them these past few months, they were still an enigma in a sense. You haven’t seen them around town during the day before, and every time you asked questions about their background, they skillfully redirected the conversation. So you stopped inquiring, afraid that your prodding will drive them away. For now, you were satisfied with just having them here every other night, brightening up your shift with some light flirting and laughter.

Speaking of laughter, you looked up at the sound of a commotion, only to see Marko dodging a fry chucked at his head by Paul and quickly countering with an attack of his own. Paul barely had time to hold up his menu, the handful of fries bouncing off its surface and onto the seat between them, some of it dropping to the floor. He just let down his impromptu shield, when an onion ring landed right in the middle of his face. The whole table burst out laughing, and he was pointing an accusatory finger at Dwayne, who was shrugging his shoulders with a grin. David was leaning back, watching the food fight with amusement, sipping on his drink.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics, not even bothered that you will have to clean up the mess they created. You headed to the back to get a broom, already thinking about a witty line to tell them off. You just turned around to go back out there, when your manager grabbed your arm. Startled, you let go of the broom and it loudly clattered to the floor.

As you looked into his eyes, you saw that he was seething.

“You tell these low-lives to get the hell out of here right now. Enough is enough. They are loud, not respecting other customers, and now they are making a huge mess by throwing food around. I’ve had it up to here with all this. If they keep coming back I’ll have to do something about it,” he hissed at you, then gave you a look which made you feel like dirt under his shoe. “It would also help a lot if you weren’t encouraging them. Batting your eyelashes like a common whore. You think I couldn’t replace you within a few days? You need to start behaving like a professional or so help me I’ll kick you to the curb.”

His grip on you was tightening with each word, and you tried not to flinch. You’ve never seen him so angry before and it was starting to scare you.

“I’m just trying to be friendly with the customers…”

He wasn’t having any of it. “Enough with the fucking excuses. You go over there and tell them to get out right now.”

“Yes, sir,” you squeaked out and as soon as he let you go, you rushed out of there, broom forgotten on the floor.

David was already looking at you when you approached them. His eyes were on you the second you stepped out of the door, his mood darkening as he took you in. Dwayne picked up on it as well, following his gaze to you. He became alert when he saw your stiff posture, your fingers nervously fidgeting with your apron.

“Hey, dollface,” Paul greeted you with a radiant smile, “have you tried this milkshake before? It’s fucking amazing.”

His grin instantly disappeared from his face when you didn’t smile back.

“Everything okay, babe?” he asked, a bit unsure.

You gave him a sigh before you spoke, “I��m sorry, guys, but you have to leave.” There was silence at the table.

“He did this to you?” Marko’s voice was cold as he asked while staring at your arm, where a bruise was already starting to form.

“Marko, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” you tried and failed to calm him down. He looked like he was fuming, ready to explode.

“Sweetheart, that’s not nothing,” Dwayne spoke up next, his jaw tight.

David didn’t say anything, but he was glaring down your manager with such intensity, that you saw him scramble back into the kitchen from the corner of your eye.

“I wanna punch him in the face,” Marko stated, and you had no doubt that he would if you let him.

“Please don’t. I need this job to pay my bills,” you sighed. You were getting exhausted at this point, and just wanted this shift to be over.

“Has he done this before? Hurt you?” Paul asked the question all of them wanted to know the answer to.

“No, he just likes to remind me that I’m a failure,” you smiled wryly. “But it’s nothing I can’t deal with. I promise.”

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” Marko repeated, this time with the corner of his mouth turning upward into a little smirk.

“Yes.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?” Now he was full on grinning.

You snorted. “Man, I would pay money to see that! But like I said, I really need this job. And if you do break his nose, even just a little bit, I’m sure as hell getting fired.”

David finally spoke up. “Alright, we won’t cause you any more trouble. Let’s go, boys.”

They all stood up, filing out one by one, each of them sending death stares towards your manager peeking through the kitchen door. You watched their retreating figures through the window for a second longer, already dreading how much more boring your shifts are going to be from now on if they don’t come back.

Out in the parking lot Dwayne turned to David. “We’re going to do something about this, right?”

“Yes, we’re definitely doing something about it.” He sent a smirk to the others, and as they silently communicated down the plan, they began grinning as well. They got on their bikes, and with a lot of heavy revving, they sped off into the night. It was a promise for later.

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nightsmarish · 1 year ago

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Summary: as summer at hogwarts approaches, both you and Regulus build up your walls again, lose sleep, and are warry of saying yes to the offer to go to Potter Manor.

A/n: might write a pt.2? Would we like that? Maybe? Idk, I lost the plot halfway through and u can tell lmao. Also, have not written for this specific ship, so I may not be as good as the queen of this ship

Update!: pt2

Poly!moonwater x gn!reader (Remus lupin x regulus black x reader) | 1.6k words

Tw: allusions to toxic family, losing sleep, snippy bc of losing sleep, negative thoughts, anxiety, a nap dude

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History of Magic is usually an easy subject. Sit down, take notes, look over the assignment, complete it during dinner or before bed, and you're done.

But today everything but that is happening. You managed to get all the way to sitting down and pulling out your parchment and quill before the words Professor Binns says all mesh together. Nothing makes sense.

And you know it's due to the ache behind your eyes, the pounding in your head and the ache in your bones.

The last few nights you haven't slept, not really at least. It's nearing the end of this year at Hogwarts so everyone is preparing to go home. Planning what they will do with one another over break before the new year starts up. Talking about their family traditions, and a feeling of excitement takes the castle.

Despite this, a feeling of dread has been following you like your own personal rain cloud. The knowledge you'll have to return home eating you alive. Knowing you won't be able to contact Remus or Regulus, less your parents find out you're dating them, making you feel like you're choking on your heart.

The memories you've made this year really should weigh out the weeks you will spend with your family. In the stiff place, you're forced to call home with strict rules and expectations. Yet, you feel horrible. And it's been causing you to force yourself into your studies for the upcoming tests. Avoiding sleep due to nightmares that have recently plagued your mind.

Which leads to now, the room spinning slowly on an axis, ans Professor Binns slightly to blurry, even for a ghost. You know you need to zone back in, drink some water, take a vitamin potion or even visit Madam Pomfrey at this rate. Yet you can't make yourself do it.

Continuing to stay in your zoned out state till the end of class. And that's when even you draw the line.

Standing up from your seat as everyone filters out, albeit a little you're moving a little slower than usual, you exit in search of your boyfriends. Either or both. And it's not exactly a very long search, quickly finding yourself face to face with Regulus Black and Remus Lupin.

"Hey, dove." Remus' voice is sweet, per usual, like the comfort of a spoon full of honey on a sore throat.

Regulus doesn't speak for a full moment, analyzing you. To anyone else it would look judgmental, but the softness in his eyes and slight pull at the edge of his lips tell you differently.

"Hi, Rem." The boys look at one another, an unspoken conversation playing out.

"Why don't we go to my dorm?" Remus looks back to you, "haven't had much time for the three of us. James and Sirius have quidditch, and Peter is going to his study group."

"I'm down." Without another word, the three of you walk towards Gryffindor tower.

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Remus knows that Regulus tends to be a little quieter the closer to the end of the year, having been around the other Black brother for a while now. Already knowing how closed off Sirius would get when he still lived at the Black Manor, building up the walls early to protect himself when he left.

Even now, Sirius does it. Remus isn't sure if it's a habit or the fact that Regulus has been refusing to take the offer to stay at Potter Manor as well.

But you? You, he's not sure. Remus knows you and Regulus have known one another longer than he's known you, and that's never really bothered him. Remus knows all three of you love one another, and he's never felt left out. But know? Know he wishes you'd talk about your own home life.

Regulus doesn't like talking about his experiences at home; the only thing Remus knows is from old stories from Sirius. And Remus will never pry, not wanting to force either of you to do anything you don't want to.

But Merlin, he feels nearly useless right now, wishing to see the tension in your shoulders calm, wishing to see you and Regulus calm again. Wishing Regulus would take the offer to join them at Potter Manor. He wishes for both your safety more than anything.

The walk to the dorm is quite, but not peaceful. Everyone trying to stay calm and wishing someone else would say something. But no one knowing quite what to say to break the silence.

Once you do get up to the dorm, the Gryffindor's dorm, Regulus sets his bag by Remus' nightstand, you following suit, the emblems on your bags a contrast to the surrounding room. Regulus goes to find clothes he's left in Remus' closet before, while you sit on the lycans bed to slip off your shoes. Remus sits next to you, his hand resting on your lower back.

And finally, after far too long, Remus breaks the silence. "Dove..."

You glance up at him as you slip your shoes under the edge of his bed. "Yes?"

Remus sends a quick glance to Regulus, who's slipping on a long black sleeve shirt, one more comfortable than the previous Slytherin uniform. "I understand if you aren't comfortable with it, but..." He pauses for a moment, glancing back to look into your eyes, his thumb rubbing gentle strokes on your spine. "If you want to, you know you're welcome to stay at James' house."

Under his hand, Remus feels you tense, and from his peripheral, Regulus paused to listen.

"That's- that's okay, Remus. But tell James I appreciate the offer, please." You stand up far too fast for your lack of sleep, causing you to fall right back where you were sitting. Alerting both boys.

One of Remus' hands stay glued to your back, the other on your shoulder, as if your keen over. Regulus is quick to stand infront of you.

"Love, you should stay with them." Regulus' voice is full of worry. "It's better than any other option."

"You're not going." Your eyes shoot up to Regulus', far more defensive than you mean to be. Remus' hand, which was previously on your shoulder, moves down to the bed, the other hand continuing to run against your spine again.

"That's doesn't mean you shouldn't go." Regulus matches your defensiveness out of habit.

"You both should come." Remus talks before you can shoot back, hand on the bed finally moving to Regulus' arm, never seeming to catch a break.

There's a heavy pause. One that goes on for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"I'll think about it if you do." Your voice is more timid as you hold your stare at Regulus' eyes, his boring right back into you. Intense, deep, and so, so, loving.

Regulus sighs, "fine."

"Thank you, both. Seriously, you should come. James and Sirius want you guys there. Not to mention James' parents, they love new people." Remus kisses your hair line, standing up, hand leaving your back, before kissing Regulus on the lips. Both your bodies lossen.

Remus moves to change out of his uniform, and you quickly stand up to join him. Regulus' hand comes out to make sure you're steady as you grab a pair of sweats that no one truly knows who belongs to. They were probably once James, but at some point Lily stole them, and at a different point Sirius stole them back, and now so many of your friends have worn them at some point, it's probably weird.

Grabbing those and a jumper belonging to Regulus, you turn back to see Remus already curled around Regulus' back, who lays with enough room for you to join them. Both trying not to show just how eager they are for an afternoon nap.

You climb onto Remus' bed as well, using your wand to close the curtains, magically dimming the lights in the room before placing it on the bedside table. Curling into Regulus' front, leg thrown over his hip, you tuck your head into his neck. Yet your eyes remain open.

You definitely want to sleep, and you know you should, Remus is likely already asleep, knowing the bastard sleeps like the dead. Yet the knowing you could have another wretched nightmare makes you stay awake, staring over Regulus' shoulder the the golden brown hair tucked into his back, belonging to Remus, and letting the black hair belonging to Regulus slightly tickle your cheek.

"Go to sleep dove. Both of you. Please, you can't function without it." Remus' voice seems to startle both you and Regulus, both believing he was asleep, and believing the same about one another.

You pull back from Regulus neck, facing him, seeing the features of his face barely visible in the dark room. "We will, baby." Your voice is soft, as if you were telling a secret.

Remus merely hums and shift slightly before relaxing back into Regulus' back.

"Get some sleep, darling." Regulus kisses your cheek, "it's going to be okay in the end."

"I know. I know. We both need sleep; Remus is gonna kill us." Softly connecting your lips with his, slow and lazy, both smiling at the hum from Remus, confirming the empty threat you made for him.

You return to your being tucked into Regulus' neck. "'M sorry for being snappy with you." You mumble against his skin.

"You have nothing to apologies for, I understand where you're coming from darling." His hand rests on your hip and lower back, relaxing further into you and Remus, closer and closer to having a lovely nap. Of which, you join with the hopes of no nightmares.

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juneberrie · 12 days ago

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𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓 || p. mellark

based on this request: if you're looking for thg requests, what abt peeta with someone who can't cook to save their life. like they end up putting in salt instead of sugar on accident or some how undercook pasta. i think it'd be cute having him try to help 🫶🏻

author's note: my power went out halfway through writing this but i still locked in #thegrindneverstops

wc: 0.906k && masterlist || reblogs appreciated <3

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 peeta's specialty. he moved around the small space with ease, mixing sugar, butter, and flour into the most amazing deserts you had ever tasted. you could give him the most mundane ingredients and he could turn them into a five-star meal in no time.

you, on the other hand? well, to put it tastefully, on nights where you offer to make dinner for your little group, peeta has to kick haymitch under the table to keep off-putting comments from slipping out of the man's mouth.

he saw the way you pore over recipes and slave away in the kitchen to make him meals, and he didn't have the heart to tell you that well, its kind of awful. but he cant deny you when your eyes go wide as you excitedly tell him you found a new recipe to try. instead, he offers to help you with it.

that night, though, you insisted on making dinner yourself. it was simple, just some pasta. peeta had been pushed out of the kitchen by a smiling you, insisting he was gonna love it.

he had been poking his head into the kitchen every so often, watching with a small smile as you moved around. you seemed to be doing alright so far; the kitchen hadn't blown up and you hadn't burnt the water like last time, so he wasn't too worried. you had even managed to cook the pasta for the right amount of time. he saw the spaghetti in a bowl beside you as you diligently worked on the sauce, some creamy white thing that looked delicious.

he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and kissing your shoulder.

"looks good," he murmured, looking down as you stirred in some pepper.

his finger dipped down to try it, and you swatted his hand away. "not yet!" you chastised. "wait till im done."

he hummed softly, turning you in his arms to face him.

"i talked to haymitch earlier, said his geese're laying eggs 'nd we could have a few if we want," he said. you didn't seem to notice his hand reaching behind you, towards the counter. he swiped his finger through the creamy sauce, nodding as you said something about goose eggs being different than chicken eggs.

he quickly brought his finger to his lips to taste it - and immediately made a sour face. or more accurately, a sweet face. the sauce, which should have been slightly salty and cheesy, tasted like pure sugar.

your face fell.

"is it... bad?" you asked, turning back around to look at the recipe to see where you had gone wrong this time.

"no! no, its alright," he reassured you quickly. "just... a little sweet, i think."

you frowned, dipping your own finger into the sauce to try it. you made the exact same face he had, albeit more disappointed. "oh."

he wiped his finger on a dishtowel nearby and returned his arms around your waist. "its not bad," he repeated. "what all did you put in it?"

you started pointing out the various ingredients you had used - some cheese, black pepper, cream, garlic powder, sugar-

"sugar?" he asked, cutting you off.

"yeah," you replied. you held up the faded recipe card, some old thing katniss's mother had left behind before she went to work in the capitol. you pointed at a slightly smudged line. "a pinch of sugar. usually a pinch isnt enough though, so i added more."

he fought the urge to laugh. the line clearly said salt, but it had been slightly worn with age and the last three letters were more faded than the s.

"honey, i think that says salt," he said gently.

you held the card up to your face, frowning. "what? no it do-" your eyes caught on the faded ink of the alt. "oh." your shoulders sagged, discouraged by your newest failure in the kitchen.

he laughed, kissing your shoulder. "its okay. we can make more sauce," he said softly, swaying you slightly in hopes to cheer you up.

"i s'pose," you said glumly. he turned you around to face him, smiling.

"tell you what." he pinched a strand of pasta between his fingers and slipped it in his mouth. "this is good, tastes great. we can keep this, and then we can make a new sauce, yeah?"

you nodded slightly, still looking slightly upset. he cupped your face, a small smile on his face.

"hey. its no big deal, the pasta's great! you just misread the card, thats all. everyone makes mistakes, honey," he reassured you. he could tell you were still sad, though, so he racked his brain to come up with something to cheer you up.

"you know, there was this one time i was making a cake, but it was so late at night that instead of powdered sugar, i dusted the cake with straight flour?"

you raised an eyebrow. "flour?"

he laughed, nodding. "tasted awful. and it was for madge's mothers birthday!" his smile was contagious, and you couldnt help but smile yourself. "i was so embarrassed, i brought madge an entire plate of cupcakes to bring to her mother."

his words had the desired effect, with every one of his baking mishap anecdotes making your smile grown bigger and bigger until you were laughing right along with him as he added a pinch of salt to the sauce.

#liz’s writing ♡#peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #thg #thg x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg x you #hunger games #hunger games x reader #hunger games x you #peeta mellark imagine #peeta mellark fanfic

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years ago

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A/N: i know, it's still not the 3rd part of one summer BUT at least it's something new! it is also based on a dream i had about my work crush lol

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: You and Harry are in a temporary phase of bein unofficial, but you don't mind it, especially the tiny moments you share when no one is looking.

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The pub is buzzing as always, the atmosphere is lively, warm, loud but not too much, most of the tables are occupied by the same usual people, glasses, ful, half full and empty are scattered all over every surface. The bartenders are working relentlessly behind the bar, one drink after the other lands on the counter. It’s not exactly the hottest spot in town, but there’s a core circle that knows and loves the personality of this place and it brings them back every week.

Your group is part of those people, you’ve been spending Friday nights here for as long as you’ve been working at the university, which has been for over two years now. You were fresh out of your PHD studies, very excited to start teaching as a professor finally and who you are lucky enough to call your friends now welcomed you at the school with open arms.

Sarah was the first one you connected with, women in STEM have a deep, instant bond, especially in a male dominant field such as physics. She invited you out for lunch on your first day and introduced you to the rest of the group. Mitch, the quiet but loving husband, Jeff who speaks enough for Mitch and himself as well, Pauli, the energy bomb and then there’s Harry.

It still makes you smile when you think of the first few months of knowing Harry. You were convinced he didn’t like you, because he seemed timid and tense in your presence, almost avoiding having even the simplest conversation with you. One night when the two of you ended up sharing a cab home from the pub and you had just one too many beers you questioned if you’d done anything to upset him.

He looked shocked and explained that he’s just a bit slow to open up to new people and he was also a bit taken aback by you and how extroverted and bubbly you were. He apologized if it all came off wrong, you laughed about it and it was already forgotten.

Since then, you’ve gotten the closest to him. In every way.

Sarah is telling you about a funny encounter she had with a student this week, she always has the weirdest stories, you’re listening to her, but your sixth sense also kicks in and as the door of the pub opens you know it’s Harry even before looking there.

He runs a hand through his hair as he looks around, his glasses fogging up a bit in the hot air of the place after the crispy, chilly october evening he has walked through. He was supposed to leave with all of you but he had to do a last minute consultation with a student, so he just told you to go ahead and he would join you later.

You’re already smiling when he finally spots you and slaloming between the groups of people he finally reaches your table.

“Man, I thought we would have to go back and drag you out of your office,” Jeff teases him as he shrugs his coat off and takes the last empty seat by the table that’s right next to yours. His knee bumps against yours, your eyes meet and you force yourself not to turn into a giggling mess.

You and Harry have been dancing in a kind of a gray, unofficial zone for a while now. After the rocky start your friendship bloomed easily, but since last semester it’s been more than that. You have no idea when or how, but slowly, you just knew you were more than friends. It started with meeting without the rest of the group, having lunch or dinner, making plans, just the two of you, endless conversations, building a connection you’ve probably never had with anyone before. Secret glances, small touches, you fell for him without even realizing.

The past month it’s been intensifying, but you still haven’t talked about it, not even after you kissed a few weeks ago. It happened at your place, so naturally and smoothly, you were cooking together, he had opened a bottle of wine and you were just having a good time, moving around each other in your small kitchen until you ended up pressed up together, noses brushing and he just leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and tender, warm and familiar even though it was a first. Like you were meant to be kissing all along.

Then you just went back to cooking, had dinner and later that night when he left he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth and that was it. Neither of you felt the need to talk about it, but it’s been definitely hanging there between the two of you, you just haven’t had that last nudge to finally fall over the edge and right into this new adventure.

“Sorry, tried to be as quick as possible,” Harry chuckles as he looks around, his eyes settling on you last and you see a bit of sparkle in his eyes that definitely has your heart skipping a beat.

With Harry’s arrival the group is finally complete and another fun Friday evening starts. You ventilate about work and students, then the boys play darts for a bit, Pauli wins as always and then Jeff challenges Sarah and Mitch to play foosball and see who’s the better player and the rest of you are watching their battle. The place is pretty packed, you’re standing by the foosball table and Harry is right behind you, nursing his second beer of the night. People are passing by towards the toilets and back to the bar, it’s noisy in there, but not too much. Harry’s presence behind you is warm and calming, his chest touches your back whenever someone walks past behind him, but he always pulls back, though you wish he would just stay.

A guy chooses to squeeze past between you and the table, making you move back, bumping against Harry and his hand gently grabs onto your waist, the touch of his palm instantly spreading a buzzing warmth in your body. You fit his front so perfectly and you want to stay like this, but you can already feel his hand moving away, but you grab it and pull it back.

There’s just a split moment of hesitation in him before his whole presence softens and he melts against you, his hand resting on your hip as if it belongs there.

You can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips, especially when he shuffles a bit behind you, his nose brushing into your hair and maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you feel him kiss the back of your head.

Across the table Pauli just smirks as he catches what’s happening while the Rowlands are playing so determinedly like never before, but he keeps his mouth shut and returns to the game without a word.

Harry’s fingers are gently moving, stroking you as you stay like that, until the end of the game, which Sarah wins. You want to pout when Harry lets go of you because you all move back to your table, but you swallow it back. After the ruthless game Sarah offers to buy a drink for Mitch so they head over to the bar and Pauli soon stands up as well.

“Jeff, come out for a smoke with me,” Pauli pats his shoulders.

“I’m good,” Jeff nods at him, oblivious to the fact that Pauli is trying to give you and Harry some alone time.

“No, you need to come. I wanna talk to you about something.”

You just laugh under your breath as you hear Jeff asking Pauli what’s so important as they make their way outside, leaving you and Harry alone at the table. Neither of you dares to look at the other, not because it would be weird but because you know the pull would be way too strong.

Instead, Harry reaches over, his hand finds yours in your lap and he laces his fingers through yours, resting your intertwined hands on your thigh. For some reason you feel the urge to finally try to address it for the first time.

“Is it still something unofficial?” you ask and dare to look at him.

“We can make it official,” he shrugs with a tiny smirk and you just want to climb over and kiss him stupid when he is being so cheesy.

“I kind of like it being unofficial. Because… it’s just ours for now,” you admit.

There’s nothing you want more than to explore whatever it is that’s between you and Harry, but this phase is so comfortable and only yours, you want to be selfish just for a little bit more and keep it to yourself.

Keep Harry to yourself.

“Unofficial it is,” he chuckles and ignoring the buzzing crowd around, he pulls your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it before letting go of it as Sarah and Mitch approach the table.

For the rest of the night, it’s all just stolen glances, tiny touches underneath the table and no one comments on just how close the two of you are sitting. It’s kind of funny how obvious it is to all of your friends, but they let you stay in your little unofficial bubble just a little longer.

You share a cab home and Harry kisses you on your doorstep before getting back into the car. In the morning he texts you if you want to have dinner together and of course you do. You spend the weekend in your bubble, but soon enough, you slowly dance out of the unofficial phase and by the end of the semester everyone knows that you’re a couple.

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magicalbuttertarts · 4 months ago

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33 with Damian and f!reader ... maybe it's under the table at a fancy restaurant 😈😈

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This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Pussy fingering, in public.

Requested by @eringobragh420 .

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#33: “Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”

I was listening to Kayden talk about the latest music festival she just went to, when Damian leaned over to whisper something in my ear, as he placed his hand on my upper thigh.

I leaned into him just a bit to get even closer to him, as I felt his lips against my year.

"Love?"

"Mmm?" Was my reply, still trying to focus on Kayden.

A group of us are having dinner at Giselle Miami, as it is our last night in Florida before we have to fly out tomorrow afternoon.

I told Damian I have never been here, and he made sure to get us reservations, and we all dressed up, but like usual, I wasn't wearing anything under my dress and Damian knows that.

Usually, he can't keep his hands off of me knowing this, but this time, he is behaving himself.

I was just taking a sip of my drink when Damian finally spoke.

“Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”

I almost spit out my drink when I heard him say that, but I was able to cover it up with a cough. I turned my head to look at him to see if he was serious or not.

His eyes were looking straight into mine, and I knew he was serious.

I didn't answer him as I turned my head back to conversation at hand, but I did spread my legs just a bit to give him a hint that I wanted him to do it.

Damian moved his hand up my thigh slowly, just as I started to talk to Rhea. His fingers made contact, and I had to really breathe through my nose because if not, I was going to moan, and our little game would be done and over.

Two of his fingers he pushed in just as our food came, and I knew as we ate, he would continue to finger me as he only ordered Wagyu dumplings.

I just knew my chair was soaked as I could feel how wet I was.

Damian added a third finger, and I swear I could see stars as he was knuckles deep.

I wanted nothing more than to take him to the washroom and ride him in this fancy restaurant, but I didn't dare.

Not when he was finger fucking me with our friends around us, eating and laughing amongst themselves.

Even Damian was joining in on the conversation as he started to move his fingers a bit faster.

I am so nervous that they could hear how wet I am. I sure can, but when his thumb started to rub my clit, I am done for.

I covered my mouth, pretending to cough and sip my drink as my pussy clenched around his fingers as he slowed down his pace to let me cum.

He pulled his fingers out just as the waitstaff took our plates away, and everyone's focus was now decided if they wanted dessert or not.

"I think we would like the dessert platter." Damian said to the waiter, ordering for the both of us. As we already discussed, we would be splitting the dessert.

"Excuse me." Damian said, standing up, kissing my cheek, and muttering that he needs to use the washroom.

He was gone barely four minutes before I got a text with an image attached.

It was his gorgeous face, his mouth open and his fingers that were inside me, on his tongue.

'You are mine when we leave.' Was the caption.

My pussy clenched around nothing at the thought of what he is going to do to me later.

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mirisss · 3 days ago

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Grumpy Nicholas (&Team) x sunshine! female reader

Warnings: Reader being drunk in one scene (she’s of age), reader getting hit in the head by a basketball (accidentally), a lot of teasing though friendly, I don’t know if it’s worth as a warning but I change POV’s a little bit, some swearing (mostly use of damn), some friendly hitting (so just lightly pushing or “hitting” your friend on the shoulder), some slight jealousy, some insecurities (Nicholas), a misunderstanding because of lack of communication (doesn’t last for long though), I think that’s it

Wordcount ≈ 9.5k

Thank you for the request! @wtfisgoingright I hope you like it! Though it kind of doesn’t feel like I managed to write Nicholas as much of a grumpy type, he’s just so smiley in my head that it’s difficult to really keep up another character for too long for him, but I tried my best!

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Third Person POV

The table was packed, the energy loud and comfortable as dishes were passed around like currency. It was one of those dinners that started late and would probably stretch into the night, the kind that felt more like a family gathering than anything else.

(Y/n) was seated beside Nicho, happily chewing on a piece of garlic bread while Maki leaned over from the other side of her, talking with his usual animated hand gestures.

“No, but seriously, if I had a superpower, it would definitely be turning into a raccoon. Think about it! You’re small, fast, sneaky-” “Trash,” Yuma chimed in with a grin. “Don’t forget trash. You’d live in a trash can.” “I’d live in style,” Maki shot back with no shame. (Y/n) giggled. “I think it suits you.” “See? (Y/n) gets it.”

Harua leaned back in his chair with a dramatic sigh. “You’ve completely lost control of your brain.” “You lost yours first,” Yuma muttered. “Do you want to get smacked with a spoon again?” Harua deadpanned, picking one up. “Not in front of the garlic bread,” Taki said calmly, sipping his drink like a disapproving parent. “Let the carbs live.” Fuma chuckled from across the table. “This always turns into a circus.”

Meanwhile, Euijoo was chatting with Jo in hushed tones, both of them seated near Nicho. Jo looked a little flustered but relaxed, smiling faintly as he listened. Kei, on the other end, leaned closer toward the group’s center, watching everyone with an amused, knowing look.

Then Kei spoke up with that familiar teasing tone. “Hey, real question, how did we even get here?” Nicho raised a brow. “Here… as in?” “As in,” Kei said, gesturing between him and (Y/n), “you two. I still remember when you wouldn’t even talk to strangers.” “He still doesn’t,” Yuma grinned.

Jo glanced up, eyes curious, and Fuma added, “No, but really. You guys are total opposites. And you’ve been together like… what? Five months?” “Just about,” (Y/n) replied, brushing her fingers against Nicho’s under the table. He didn’t pull away. “I feel like you just popped up holding hands one day,” Harua added, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion. “No clues. No build-up.”

Taki leaned forward now, intrigued. “Come on, spill. I’ve always wanted to know how that started.” Nicho gave a soft exhale, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. “You’re all really nosy.” “We’re emotionally invested,” Euijoo corrected with a grin. Maki gasped. “Wait, I don’t know the story either! How did you guys even-?”

(Y/n) glanced at Nicho, playful but cautious. “Think we should tell them?” He shrugged slightly, his tone casual but warm. “If you want to.” “Please,” Jo said quietly, almost under his breath, but clearly interested. Kei clapped his hands once. “Okay, no interruptions this time. Let them talk.” “Even me?” Maki asked dramatically. “Especially you,” everyone said in unison.

Laughter broke out again, but it quickly settled as the group leaned in a little, attention now focused on (Y/n) and Nicho. (Y/n) smiled, her fingers brushing a piece of hair behind her ear before glancing toward her boyfriend one more time.

And then, she began.

(Y/n) smiled, glancing at Nicho briefly before turning her gaze to the rest of the table. Everyone looked expectant, leaning in like they were watching a drama unfold live.

“Okay,” she started, “so… it all began with a small accident.”

~~~ Flashback in (Y/n)’s POV ~~~

I was so late to class.

My backpack felt like it was carrying a small planet, and I was basically jogging through the hallway, trying not to slip on the wet spots from the morning rain. My brain was just one loud don’t be late, don’t be late, don’t be late chant.

And then…bam. I rounded the corner and crashed right into someone. Hard.

Books nearly flew out of my arms, and I stumbled back a step. “Ah! Sorry!” I blurted, still moving, laughing a little from the shock, and I glanced up just for a second. I saw dyed red hair, a frown, and really sharp features.

“Oops! My bad!” And then I was gone. I kept running like my life depended on it.

Honestly, I didn’t even think about the guy I ran into. I was more focused on whether I was going to get marked late. At most, I thought: Tall red hair. That was it.

~~~ End of flashback, third person POV ~~~

(Y/n) gave everyone a sheepish smile. “I didn’t even know it was Nicho. He just looked very… serious.” “Still does,” Yuma said under his breath. (Y/n) nudged his leg with her foot and grinned.

“Anyway. That was the first time we met.” She glanced at Nicho. “Your turn.” He exhaled slowly, leaning forward a bit as he began.

~~~ Flashback in Nicho’s POV ~~~

I was waiting for Euijoo outside one of the classrooms, just killing time before lunch. It wasn’t a loud day. Just kind of quiet. I had one earbud in, music low, my hands in my jacket pockets. Same hallway I walked through almost every day. Then I saw her. That girl from a few weeks ago, the one who ran into me.

She was standing by a cabinet, struggling with something. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But then I realized her shirt was stuck, like, properly caught in the hinge of one of the old metal doors. She looked kind of frustrated, tugging at it carefully like she didn’t want to rip the fabric. I could’ve walked away. Normally, I probably would’ve.

But I didn’t. “Need help?” I asked, keeping my voice low. She looked up at me, eyes wide in surprise. And then, just like the first time, she smiled. Big. Bright. Like it was second nature. “Actually… yes. Please.”

I crouched down in front of the cabinet, fished a bobby pin out of my pocket, I think Yuma had left it in my jacket the day before, and popped the latch open in a few seconds. Click. Done. Her shirt came free.

She lit up like a sunbeam. “You’re a lifesaver! Thank you!”

I just nodded. Didn’t really know what else to say. She didn’t seem to care that I wasn’t smiling back. And just like that, she was gone again, waving as she walked off like it was nothing. Right after she turned the corner, Euijoo showed up.

~~~ End of flashback, third person POV ~~~

Nicho shrugged as he ended the story. “She was the only person, besides Euijoo and Maki, who ever smiled at me like that without knowing me.” Everyone was quiet for a second. Then Maki gasped. “Wait, I’m honored.” “You’re not special,” Kei muttered. Maki clutched his chest. “Rude.”

(Y/n) looked at Nicho again with that soft smile of hers, the one that kind of started it all.�� “I didn’t know it then,” she said gently, “but that was kind of a big deal.” “So that was it?” Harua asked. “That’s how it all started?” She shook her head. “That’s just how we met.” “Oh, come on,” Yuma groaned. “There’s more?” “There’s a lot more,” she said, stealing one of Nicho’s fries. And, Nicholas, of course, let her. He just smiled and poured some more water for her in her glass.

(Y/n) leaned back slightly, still smiling as everyone listened closely.

“So then,” she continued, twirling her straw between her fingers, “we ran into each other again. Literally.”

~~~ Flashback third person pov ~~~

It was late, just a few minutes before 10 PM. The convenience store’s lights flickered faintly against the quiet of the night, one of the only shops still open on the block.

Nicholas had his hood up, red mullet peeking out from underneath, earphones in as he wandered down the snack aisle. He was on a mission, Euijoo had asked for his favorite chips, and Nicho was debating between two flavors for himself.

(Y/n), on the other hand, was drifting. Quite literally. She hadn’t even meant to stop at the store, but she remembered she was out of her favorite ramen at the last second and darted in just before closing. Now she was walking with half-focus, eyes scanning shelves, thoughts miles away. Then, a soft collision.

Not quite as hard as last time, but enough to make both of them jolt. Nicholas blinked down at her, earbuds still in, his usual frown forming instantly.

(Y/n) froze for a second. And then she laughed. “Oh no! You again?! Wow!” She recognized the red hair immediately, and honestly, it was starting to feel like the universe was playing some long-running inside joke.

Nicholas pulled one earbud out, confused for a split second, until he registered the same wide smile from before. His frown twitched. Faded. Just slightly, but it did. She tilted her head. “Maybe you’re following me,” she teased. “I was here first,” he said flatly, but the corner of his mouth lifted the tiniest bit.

“I guess I should be more careful where I’m going,” she said sheepishly. “Sorry again for bumping into you…” She paused and offered her hand. “I’m (Y/n), by the way. Since we keep crashing into each other, I figured we should know each other’s names.” Nicholas stared at her for a beat before slowly reaching out and shaking her hand. “Nicholas. Or Nicho. Whichever.” It was brief, their handshake. Awkward, almost, but not in a bad way.

Before either of them could say anything more, a voice called out from the front:

“Store’s closing in three minutes!” “Oh crap,” (Y/n) muttered, already half-spinning toward the ramen section. “Guess I’ll see you around, again,” she added, glancing back at him with a smile. Nicho just gave a small nod and turned toward the chips.

They both grabbed what they needed, paid quickly, and exited into the quiet night just seconds apart. There was no grand goodbye. No dramatic pause in the street. Just a brief glance exchanged as they went their separate ways once more, unaware that it wouldn’t be long before their paths crossed again.

~~~ End of flashback ~~~

Kei smirked. “You really bumped into him three times before even knowing his name?” (Y/n) laughed. “What can I say? Destiny had to hit me over the head with it.” Nicholas rolled his eyes, knowing what was to come, but he wasn’t hiding the subtle smile this time. Maki whispered loudly to Taki, “She totally charmed him. You see that?” Taki just chuckled. “He never stood a chance.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes playfully and gave Maki a light smack on the arm. “Shhh,” she said with a mock glare. Maki just grinned, wincing dramatically. “Okay, okay! I’ll shut up. Promise.” But he quieted down, eyes still wide with interest like he was watching the best drama unfold right in front of him.

“So,” (Y/n) went on, brushing her hair back a little, “the fourth time we met was on a weekend, Nicho was at the courts playing basketball-” Nicholas interrupted her gently, voice calm but certain, lightly tugging at her hand that had found its way to his. “That wasn’t the fourth time, babe.”

(Y/n) blinked. “What?” He gave her a look, a little amused. “The fourth time was at a party. You were… kind of drunk. You probably don’t remember.” The whole table shifted forward slightly, sensing a twist in the story.

(Y/n)’s brows furrowed. “Wait, what? We met at a party?” Nicholas nodded, leaning on his elbow. “Yeah. You were dancing, if you could call it that. Looked like you were trying to fight gravity more than anything.” A few of the guys chuckled. (Y/n)’s mouth dropped open in surprise, clearly trying to remember.

“You stumbled into me. Again,” he added, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Almost fell flat on your face. But I caught you.” “Oh my god,” she groaned, face in her hands, embarrassed. “It was kind of ironic,” Nicho admitted. “I remember thinking, ‘Of course it’s her again.’”

Everyone at the table burst out laughing.

Nicholas shrugged. “You were alone. Or you at least looked like you were alone. I couldn’t leave you there like that. So I stuck around. Tried to ask people where you lived.” He gave her a side glance. “A couple people said they’d only seen you around Harua’s place so they assume you lived there.”

Harua snorted. “They’re not wrong, she used to steal my bed so I had to sleep on the couch, in my own damn apartment.” They all laughed at the comment.

“So I called a taxi,” Nicho finished, “got in with you, took you there. Made sure you got inside before I left.” (Y/n) stared at him, speechless for a moment. Her eyes softened. “You… took me home?” He nodded like it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah. You didn’t throw up on me or anything. It was fine. You mostly mumbled incoherent words, except for a few times when you clearly said that I was handsome,” His tone was a bit teasing at the end.

That made everyone laugh again, but (Y/n) leaned in toward him with that unmistakable tenderness only she could manage. She cupped his face with one hand, her thumb grazing his lips before she kissed him. The boys collectively erupted into obnoxious “Wooo!”s and mock gagging.

“Okay, gross,” Kei joked, tossing a napkin at them. “Get a room!” Yuma added, laughing. They separated with wide smiles, not minding their friends.

But Harua pointed at Nicho with sudden realization. “So that’s why I opened my door in the middle of the night to go get more water and found her passed out on my couch! Not a single warning! Just snores and shoes halfway inside the living room,.” “I knocked,” Nicho said. “I’m not a criminal.”

“Still! You couldn’t text me?” Harua asked, trying not to laugh. “You just dropped her off like a delivery? You freaking had my number, I’ve known you for two years, you know?”

“You’re welcome, by the way, she didn’t die thanks to me, and I didn’t think about that, too focused on keeping hr upright,” Nicho muttered, but his voice was warm, loving, joking. Nothing like the cold person outsiders believe him to be.

(Y/n) just smiled at him, a bit stunned but grateful. “I seriously had no idea it was you.” “Now you know,” he replied, eyes still on her. The table quieted down just slightly, the group clearly loving every second of this unexpected backstory.

Then Maki said, “Honestly… I thought he didn’t even like people other than us, I mean he never even goes to any parties WITH us.” Jo nodded slowly. “He forced me to go to a party, because it’s good for me, but he wouldn’t come with me, because it’s annoying,” Jo tried to imitate Nicholas’ voice, though failing, Maki laughed, still finding it funny.

“I can hear both of you,” Nicho said without looking. Causing the entire table to laugh, one thing was for sure, before they managed to tell their entire story, the group would have laughed so much, their stomaches would hurt.

(Y/n) laughed before she continued telling them of what she had thought was their fourth meeting, but now she knew, it was actually their fifth.

~~~ Flashback ~~~

The sun was high and hot that Saturday afternoon, beating down on the quiet court where two figures were locked in a fast-paced game. It was just Jo and Nicholas, but the intensity between them could’ve convinced anyone they were playing for a championship. Nicho was sharp, focused, his black hair slightly messy with sweat. Jo, was no less competitive, moving with quiet precision, eyes locked on the ball.

(Y/n) hadn’t planned to stop on her way to the library, but something about the game caught her attention. She paused just outside the court, curious. She tilted her head, watching the black-haired player with a frown that looked way too familiar, but the red hair was gone, replaced with its natural dark tone, and from that distance, though small, she didn’t connect the dots. But the universe would do it for her.

The game continued, sharp passes, dribbles, and close defense. Then came the misstep. Jo went in for a steal, and Nicho turned a little too fast, launching the ball out of bounds. Straight. Toward. (Y/n).

“(Y/n)!” Nicholas shouted instinctively, eyes wide. She turned her head at the sound of her name, just in time to not dodge. A loud Thud echoed around the court.

“Ow!” she squeaked, stumbling a little as the ball bounced off her forehead and rolled off somewhere behind her. “Shit,” Nicho muttered under his breath, already jogging toward her. Jo was quick to follow, eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?” They both asked.

(Y/n) blinked hard a few times, holding her forehead with both hands. “I think I saw, like… three basketballs just now, and maybe five of you,” She looked up, eyes locking on Nicho’s for the first time, her gaze narrowed.

“Wait�� Nicholas?!” “Yeah,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s me.” (Y/n) groaned softly but smiled through the pain. “Why do we keep meeting like this? Are you cursed or something?” Nicho huffed a tiny laugh, and Jo stepped closer beside her, gently moving her hand to check the spot. “It’s already turning red,” Jo said quietly. “I’ll run to the store and get something for it. Ice pack, or a cold drink, and some band-aids-”

“Oh no, you don’t have to-” (Y/n) began. But Jo was already on the go.“It’s okay. You took a full-speed basketball to the face. It’s the least I can do. It’s just as much my fault as it is Nicholas’”

“Sweetest guys alive,” she called after him, then winced slightly as she touched the bump again. Now alone, she glanced back at Nicho, who still looked guilty. “I really didn’t mean to hit you,” he muttered, shifting on his feet, before he sat down on the grass, (Y/n) followed shortly after.

“I know,” she said softly. “I’m just starting to think fate really wants you to be the cause of all my minor injuries.” “Wouldn’t say I’m proud of that,” he mumbled.

(Y/n) let out a small laugh, then tilted her head, her hand instinctively moving towards his head, stopping just short of touching it. “You dyed your hair.” She smiled, black hair suited him just as much as red, she thought.

He nodded. “Last night. Figured it was time to go back to black for a while.” She hummed. “It looks good. But I kind of didn’t recognize you.” “Am I that forgettable?” he teased. “Hey! I was busy almost getting a concussion!”

That made him crack a real smile, small, but undeniably there. They sat there for a moment, a comfortable silence forming between them despite the situation. “You really remember my name?” she asked suddenly. “Yeah,” he said simply. “Hard to forget someone who crashes into you like three times, I can’t seem to go a week without bumping into you, literally .”

She snorted. “When you put it like that-” Just then, Jo returned, slightly out of breath, holding a chilled bottle of water and a small pack of adhesive bandages. He handed them to (Y/n), who thanked him with a grateful smile.

As she pressed the cool bottle against her forehead, she looked at both boys and smiled again. “You guys are seriously sweet. Like… weirdly sweet. Dangerous levels of sweet, and damn you both are handsome, what are you? Models?”

“Don’t tell anyone,” Nicho said dryly, though his signature frown was gone, and replaced with a genuine, bright smile, his whole face seemed to light up, his eyes sparkled with something (Y/n) hadn’t seen before. Jo nodded once in quiet agreement, his cheeks now red from embarrassment and not from running. (Y/n) just laughed, the kind that made Nicho’s chest feel a little warmer than it should.

Jo glanced down at his phone and sighed softly. “I’ve gotta head out,” he said, standing and brushing himself off. “Study meeting.” (Y/n) looked up at him from where she sat next to the court, her cold drink still pressed gently to her forehead. “You’re so responsible, Jo.”

He gave a small smile, almost bashful, then looked to Nicho. “You’ll be okay?” Nicho gave a nod, barely a grunt. “Yeah.” Jo gave a final wave and jogged off, leaving just the two of them behind.

They sat in silence for a while. Not the awkward kind, just quiet. Peaceful. The wind rustled the trees nearby, a few birds chirped lazily overhead, and the city buzzed softly in the distance. Nicho sat on the edge of the court, elbows resting on his knees, while (Y/n) leaned back on her hands, drink bottle resting in her lap.

After a long moment, she spoke, voice casual but carrying something more. “You know,” she said, tilting her head slightly, “I’m starting to think we need to meet in a way that doesn’t involve collisions or potential injuries.” Nicholas glanced over, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “Not a fan of concussions?” (Y/n) smirked. “Not especially.” He let out a small laugh.

There was another beat of silence before she added, quieter this time, “Maybe we should, like… schedule our next run-in. You know. Set a time. Pick a place.” She was trying to sound playful, but there was a hint of nerves under it.

Then, a pause.

“…Like… intentionally?” Nicho asked. “Revolutionary, I know,” she teased. He glanced at her, brows raised slightly. “You’re asking for my number?” “Maybe,” she said, holding back a grin. “Unless you think it’s too dangerous to give to someone who keeps smacking into you. I mean, I kind of feel like a stalker right now, or maybe you just have like a (Y/n) magnet that keeps pulling me to you,”

Nicholas hesitated. Not because he didn’t want to, he did, more than he wanted to admit, but he knew what people thought when they looked at him. He wasn’t used to people wanting to know him like that, not without a warning label, or without one of his other friends convincing someone that he’s actually nice.

“…You sure?” he asked, voice low. “I’m not exactly sunshine and sparkles.” (Y/n) smiled. “I think I’ve got enough of that for both of us.” She had seen some sunshine and sparkles in him, it was just covered in a thick layer of natural frowns and misunderstandings, but she didn’t mention it, not now. She noticed the flicker of hesitation still in his eyes, so she added, “I promise I won’t give it to the girls in your fan club.”

That made him scoff quietly, shaking his head. Maybe it was her smile. Maybe it was how she looked at him like he wasn’t something to be wary of. Maybe it was just the fact that she didn’t seem to want anything from him, just… him.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it over. “Fine,” he muttered, “but only because I’m tired of feeling like a wall, that you keep running into,” (Y/n) beamed and took the phone quickly, entering her name and number, adding a little sun emoji at the end of her name before handing it back.

“There,” she said. “Now next time we meet, no blood, no bruises.” “Can’t promise no bruises,” Nicho replied, pocketing his phone, “but I’ll try.” Their eyes met again. Something softer passed between them this time, more deliberate.

(Y/n) leaned back on her hands again, the sun catching the edges of her smile. “So… next weekend? Coffee?” Nicholas nodded. “Yeah. Text me.” She grinned. “I will.”

~~~ End of flashback ~~~

Laughter bubbled up around the table again as Jo finally pieced together the basketball incident. “I remember that,” he said softly, his voice barely above the others but tinted with amusement. “I didn’t think that’d be… like, relationship-defining.”

“It wasn’t, technically,” (Y/n) said with a grin, “but come on, getting knocked in the head with a basketball? That’s cosmic-level meet-cute material,”

Yuma leaned forward dramatically. “You mean you manifested your boyfriend with a head injury?” “I mean… yeah?” she laughed. “Totally worth the bruise.” Kei raised his brows with a teasing smirk. “So what you’re saying is, pain really is beauty.”

Fuma, quiet up until then, gave a small chuckle and added, “She had this big bruise on her forehead two days later when we had class together. I asked what happened, she just looked at me, dead in the eyes, and said, ‘the universe.’”

The table erupted again. Harua clutched his chest as he cackled. “You dramatic little gremlin.” (Y/n) shrugged, wishing she sat closer to him so she could hit his shoulder, only jokingly though. “I was right. It was the universe.”

Next to her, Nicho leaned in slightly, his eyes flicking to her forehead as if out of instinct. His fingers found the spot gently, just a soft graze of his thumb, tracing the spot where the bruise used to be. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it, and (Y/n) didn’t seem surprised. If anything, she leaned in a little more, smiling softly. The bruise had long since faded, but he still checked it from time to time, like muscle memory.

“You always do that,” she said, her voice low so only he could hear. “Habit,” Nicho muttered. “You took a full-speed shot to the head.” “I’m tougher than I look,” she whispered back. “I know,” he said, almost smiling.

Yuma chimed in as they all watched the couple be lovey-dovey with each other. “I smile at him and get death glares. She exists in the same room and suddenly he’s a walking love song. A real prince charming,”

Nicho threw a napkin at him, though his eyes stayed in contact with (Y/n)’s. “Shut up.” (Y/n) giggled and picked the napkin up, patting Nicho’s cheek with it. “Play nice, Weno.” Nicholas smiled softer at the nickname, a nickname reserved for only her and his family.

Harua pointed his fork at them. “Okay but for real, that bruise might’ve been the best thing that ever happened to you two.” Nicho rolled his eyes, but even that was gentler than usual. “Maybe,” he said under his breath, his hand still resting lightly on the side of her head.

Nicholas leaned back slightly in his chair, one arm slung lazily over the backrest. The others had quieted a bit as he picked up the thread of the story, his voice a touch lower than usual, not out of reluctance, but because he was remembering.

“The sixth time,” he started, glancing briefly at (Y/n) beside him, “was… finally planned.” “A miracle,” Kei muttered with a smirk. “No head trauma?” “None,” Nicho replied dryly, then paused. “Unless you count mental damage.” (Y/n) let out a laugh, nudging his leg gently under the table.

“It was a Saturday. She showed up outside this café near the park, wearing this… purple sundress.” His voice softened just slightly. “Sun was out, and her hair was kind of glowing. She smiled at me like she always does, like she knew something I didn’t.”

Maki, wide-eyed and clearly invested, grinned. “So she looked like an angel?” Nicho looked down at his hands for a second, almost like he was debating if he should admit it. “Yeah. Heavenly. I… had to look away and breathe for a sec. No one should look that good at 11 a.m.”

(Y/n) snorted. “I knew you were flustered. You barely said hi.” “I did say hi,” he said defensively. “You nodded.” Kei leaned in. “Did you tell her she looked pretty?” Nicholas hesitated, a bit sheepish now. “No. I… couldn’t say it. Not back then.” “Coward,” Yuma coughed under his breath, earning a playful jab from Harua.

“I hoped she’d notice,” Nicho added quietly. “By the way I acted. I don’t know.” “She did,” (Y/n) said softly beside him, nudging him again. “Eventually.” He glanced her way with a small, grateful smile before continuing. “I paid for the drinks and pastries, she tried to argue but I insisted. We sat outside in the sun. Talked about random stuff. Music, food, our mutual classes, how she kept injuring herself…”

“That’s not fair,” she cut in. “Only twice.” “Still a pattern,” he teased. “Anyway. I asked about her bruise, it was mostly gone by then. And somehow we ended up talking about basketball.” Jo perked up at that, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smile.

“She asked how long I’d played. I told her I’d just been playing for fun, never professionally or anything, but I guess I got pretty good from playing so much. That’s actually how Jo and I got close, mutual friends introduced us, and we ended up playing together almost every weekend since.” Jo gave a quiet nod. “Still one of the best players I know.”

(Y/n) looked genuinely impressed. “You were super casual about it though. Like it wasn’t a big deal.” “It’s not,” Nicho replied. “Not compared to someone asking for your number after getting hit in the face.” The table cracked up again, and Fuma just shook his head, still smiling.

“You really undersell how soft you were that day,” Euijoo said, stretching his arms behind his head. “You were practically glowing.” “I was sweating,” Nicho deadpanned. “It was 26 degrees celcious.” “Nah, You were just sweating emotions,” Maki corrected with a dreamy sigh followed by a bright laugh.

Nicho groaned, dragging a hand over his face as the group burst into laughter again. But beside him, (Y/n) leaned into his shoulder just a bit, her smile subtle this time, warmer, softer, knowing. And he didn’t pull away. He never would, not as long as it was her.

(Y/n) and Nicholas continued telling the group of the seventh time they met, the boys all leaning in, listening closely. ~~~ Flashback ~~~

The music pulsed through the house, dim lights casting a warm, shifting glow over the crowded space. Laughter and conversation blended with the bassline as (Y/n) stood near the drinks table, scanning the room.

She had come with Harua, as usual. It was another of those parties where familiar faces blurred together in dim lighting, and for the first half hour, they’d stuck close. But after running into Taki near the staircase, Harua had vanished with him, promising to return in “five minutes, tops.” But that didn’t happen.

(Y/n) didn’t mind. She sipped on her soda, content enough watching the chaos unfold around her, smiling to herself as a group tried and failed to start a dance circle nearby.

Then, without warning, two hands gently covered her eyes from behind. “Guess who?” a familiar low voice whispered in her ear. She froze for half a second, then her smile widened, instantly recognizing the voice.

“Nicholas,” she said, turning her head just enough to glance at him from the corner of her eye. The hands dropped as he moved beside her, an amused, crooked smile on his lips. “Thought I’d sneak up on you,” he said.

“Sorry to break it to you, but you couldn’t sneak up on anyone,” she teased. “Your cologne gives you away.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning just slightly closer. “You remember how I smell?” She shrugged, cheeks warming. “I have a good memory.”

A moment later, Nicholas tilted his head toward the crowd, eyes flickering to the dance floor. “Wanna dance?” (Y/n) looked up at him, surprised, but pleasantly so. “You dance?” He gave a small shrug, a playful glint in his eye. “I do with the right partner around.” She laughed, taking that as a yes, and nodded. “Alright, let’s go.”

The dance floor was packed. Music thudding, lights flashing in slow motion streaks across swaying bodies. People moved in every direction, jumping, spinning, some clearly drunk, others just carried by the beat. It was chaotic, but it was fun.

They moved together, hands raised, bodies swaying in time with the rhythm. (Y/n) beamed as she danced, her energy contagious. Every time someone bumped into her, which was often, Nicholas was there, steadying her by the waist, pulling her slightly closer to keep her from stumbling. More than once, he reached out to gently push away an accidental elbow aimed at her head, shielding her like it was second nature.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop laughing, smiling as she looked at him, really looked.

In all the times she’d seen him, talked to him, even flirted with him in her bubbly way, she had never seen Nicholas smile like this. Not just the small smirk or half-grin she had become familiar with. But a full smile. Carefree. Bright. Soft.

She didn’t know then, didn’t realize that the only reason he smiled like that was because she was there. Because she made it easy. Watching the way she danced like the music was made for her, the way she threw her head back and laughed without worrying about how she looked… he couldn’t help it. She was the sun, and he was willingly orbiting.

After nearly an hour of dancing, their energy began to fade. The music still pulsed behind them, but sweat clung to their skin and their legs begged for a break. (Y/n) was the first to speak up between breaths.

“Okay, I need to sit before I become one with this floor.” Nicholas chuckled, nodding. “Come on. Let’s find somewhere quiet.” They weaved their way through the crowd, eventually slipping outside into the cooler night air. A bench near the edge of the garden caught (Y/n)’s eye, and she dropped onto it with a sigh of relief.

Nicholas stood for a moment, scanning the area, then looked down at her. “Wait here. I’ll grab us something to drink,” he said. “Water, please,” she smiled, giving him a quick thumbs-up. “Before I melt.” He gave a soft grunt of amusement and turned back toward the house.

As (Y/n) waited, a familiar voice called her name. She looked up to see Fuma walking toward her with a smile. “Hey, what are you doing out here?” (Y/n)’s face lit up. “Fuma! Taking a break before I pass out. Come sit.”

He chuckled and dropped down beside her on the bench, casually stretching his legs out. “Didn’t know you were here. You with Harua?” “Yep. He disappeared with Taki, though. Probably raiding the snack table.” She grinned.

They talked easily, as they always had since their shared class had thrown them together. Laughter passed between them like a natural rhythm, and even in the dark, their familiar friendship shone through.

But from a few meters away, Nicholas returned, two water bottles in hand, stopped in his tracks. His brows furrowed, but not in anger. Something else… something quieter. He didn’t move closer. There she was, sitting on the bench, smiling that radiant smile, but not at him.

And next to her sat Fuma. One of his closest friends. Laughing with her, leaning in to say something as she giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. It wasn’t flirty. Not really. But it was easy. Comfortable. Nicholas didn’t know they knew each other. Not then. And something about it twisted in his chest.

He stood frozen in place, the bottles sweating in his hands. The laughter from the bench drifted over to him, and with it came a thought he hadn’t allowed himself to speak out loud, not until now.

He liked her. Really liked her. The realization hit with full weight, both warm and crushing. But as soon as it came, so did the doubt. Because what if… what if she liked Fuma more? Fuma was calm. Collected. Easygoing. Quiet, sure, but warm. Not grumpy. Not guarded. Not misunderstood like Nicholas always felt he was.

Wouldn’t someone like (Y/n), bright and kind and open, choose someone who didn’t come with walls?

Nicholas took a small step back, standing partly in shadow, watching as the girl he liked laughed with someone who looked more like her than he ever would. At least in his own eyes. The smile he’d worn earlier was long gone. In its place, not a frown, but a soft, subtle pout.

A few minutes passed, and just as Fuma gave (Y/n) a soft goodbye and slipped back into the house, Nicholas finally walked over.

He moved slower than before, like something was weighing him down. His usual sharp, purposeful steps were now hesitant, careful. When he reached the bench, he held out a water bottle to her with a quiet, “Here.” (Y/n) smiled, surprised by how serious he looked now. She took the bottle, brushing her fingers against his. “Thanks.”

Nicholas gave a short nod and sat down, but noticeably farther away this time, his body turned slightly outward as if unsure if he should stay. The silence between them was no longer comfortable. (Y/n) glanced at him from the side. “Everything okay?” “Yeah,” he muttered. His voice was low, but unlike the usual calm she was getting used to, this felt… distant. Reserved.

She blinked in confusion. Not long ago, they were laughing, dancing, getting knocked around by the crowd. He had smiled so brightly back there. Had she said something weird? Had something happened while he was gone? Trying not to overthink it, she kept talking, lightly. “My legs feel like noodles,” she joked with a soft laugh. “That last remix nearly knocked me out.”

Nicholas cracked a brief smile, but it disappeared just as fast. He answered with a small nod, still not meeting her eyes. Her chest tensed a little. Had she done something wrong?

She played back the last hour in her mind, she remembered dancing, laughing, getting sweaty, being caught by Nicho more times than she could count. Then she’d sat down. And Fuma had come to talk. Maybe that had distracted her? Still, it didn’t add up. She didn’t feel like she had said or done anything to cause this sudden shift.

Across the yard, she spotted Harua standing by the porch, scanning the crowd. She stood up with a small, uncertain smile. “I think I’ll head out,” she said, motioning toward Harua. “Gonna get a ride back with him.” Nicholas looked up then, just briefly. His eyes were unreadable. “Okay.”

He didn’t stop her.

She hesitated for a second. Thought about asking again if he was sure he was alright. But something in his posture, the way he leaned slightly away, made her pause. Instead, she turned and walked toward Harua, gently pulling him aside from his conversation and convincing him to leave with her.

Back on the bench, Nicholas sat still, the noise of the party fading behind him as the sound of his thoughts took over. He shouldn’t have let it bother him. Fuma was his friend. And she could talk to whoever she wanted. But even knowing that, something had twisted inside him the second he saw them smiling together.

As her laughter with Harua disappeared down the road, Nicholas stayed seated, unmoving, the unopened water bottle resting between his hands. And he wondered if maybe it would be better not to hope. To just leave it alone. His feelings, her.

~~~ End of flashback ~~~

Fuma sat a little straighter, blinking as something clicked into place. “Wait,” he said slowly, turning his head toward Nicholas. “That… that was why you were such a jerk to me for like a week after that party?”

Nicholas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes fixed on the table. “Yeah.” Fuma blinked again, now wide-eyed. “Dude, I thought I accidentally spoiled a game for you or stepped on your shoes or something,”

“You probably did that too,” Kei cut in with a grin, earning a few chuckles. Nicholas shot Kei a look but didn’t argue. “No, seriously,” Fuma said, still surprised. “That’s why? Because I sat and talked to her?”

Nicholas nodded once, his thumb tracing the condensation on his water bottle. “It was stupid,” he admitted. “I didn’t even know I liked her that much until that moment, and then I saw you two and just-” He shook his head. “I assumed the worst. Didn’t talk to anyone. Just shut down. Acted cold.”

“You were more than cold, bro,” Yuma said, raising an eyebrow. “You looked like you wanted to throw hands every time Fuma walked into the room.” Euijoo, who had been quietly smiling this whole time, finally spoke up. “K and I had to basically drag him into a conversation just to get him to apologize. And even then, he didn’t say why.”

Nicho groaned softly. “Because I was embarrassed. I didn’t want to admit it. I was… jealous. And kind of a coward. Instead of just asking or saying something, I let it fester and acted like a kid.” Fuma leaned back, arms crossed, still looking shocked. “Man. If you had just said something back then, I would’ve told you that why we knew each other, and besides, she’s like a little sister to me, she was like that even way before you knew her.”

“I know,” Nicho muttered, sheepish now. “Trust me, I know that now. Back then, I was so wrapped up in how I thought I looked to her, and how I thought she looked at you, that I didn’t think straight.” (Y/n) gently nudged his side, her voice soft but amused. “You really thought I liked Fuma?”

Nicholas didn’t answer at first. His frown deepened slightly, but it wasn’t angry, it was embarrassed. “I wasn’t sure,” he admitted. “You talked so easily with him. You two looked… natural.” Fuma looked between them, a guilty chuckle escaping. “For what it’s worth, I never thought you were the jealous type.” “I didn’t think I was either,” Nicho muttered.

Harua clapped his hands together. “Aaaaand here I thought the drama in this group came from me, Yuma, and Taki.” “Hey!” Yuma and Taki said at the same time, immediately bickering under their breath.

Maki leaned into the table with a grin, eyes on Nicho. “So… moral of the story? Our stone-faced Nicho was already whipped way before they even started dating.” Kei smirked. “He’s been whipped since she smiled at him the first time.”

Nicholas rolled his eyes, but even as he did, his hand found (Y/n)’s under the table. He laced their fingers together, holding on tight, and gave the smallest of smiles, just for her. Happy that he didn’t ruin everything with his stupid jealousy.

Euijoo leaned forward, curious glint in his eyes. “Okay, but then how did you win her back after the party?”

Nicholas exhaled slowly, a little smirk tugging at his lips, his thumb brushing gently along (Y/n)’s knuckles as he spoke. “That would be our eighth meeting.” The others quieted down again, leaning in.

“It had been a little over a week,” he continued. “We hadn’t talked. Not a word. But I kept seeing her around campus. Always smiling, like she always does, but it wasn’t… the same. It wasn’t her usual light. And I knew it was because of me, because I acted like an asshole.”

(Y/n) glanced at him, that familiar, teasing look in her eyes, but she said nothing, letting him tell it.

“I had time to think. And I realized how badly I missed her. Missed just… being around her. So I finally grew a pair and texted her, asked if we could talk. She said yes, luckily.” “I almost didn’t,” (Y/n) interjected with a soft laugh. “I was still annoyed. But I wanted to know why he acted like that.”

~~~ Flashback ~~~

They met at a small park near campus, a quiet spot tucked between old trees and an old, creaking swing set. The air was crisp, carrying with it the sound of leaves rustling in the wind and distant cars humming in the background.

They sat on the swings, facing forward, slowly swaying in silence at first. It felt strangely nostalgic, like something out of a forgotten summer from years ago.

Nicholas was the first to speak. “I saw you talking with Fuma, at the party, and I… I just, lost it. Thought I wasn’t enough. Thought I’d only mess things up because of who I am. I couldn’t see why you would choose me over someone like him, who’s more open, a better fit for you than me, someone who just scares people. But I know, that I don’t get to decide what’s good for you or who you can like. That’s your choice, so I’m sorry for being rude, I just got insecure, because I really like you.”

(Y/n) had listened quietly, nodding as he spoke. “If you had asked, I would have told you that Fuma is like a brother to me, we shared a class last year, I really struggled with it, Fuma stepped up and helped me, ever since we’ve been close but it’s nothing more than a sibling like relationship.”

Nicho closed his eyes, his voice quieter now. “I’m sorry, I should have talked to you without jumping to conclusions, I just… let my insecurities get in the way.”

As he leaned back on the swing, head tilted to the sky, eyes tracing the stars above, (Y/n) got up from her seat. She walked over slowly, her shoes crunching against the gravel path. He didn’t notice until she was already behind him. Still a bit lost in his own thoughts.

And then, gently, she leaned over, hands on the swing’s chains for balance, and kissed him. Upside down, soft and a little clumsy, like a scene out of a movie. His breath hitched in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. It was short, but it spoke volumes about both of their feelings.

It was late, and they both needed to head back home shortly after, both promising to meet up soon again to talk more about what would happen next, they said good bye with another quick kiss on the lips, this time, Nicholas made the first move, leaning in, planting a soft kiss on her lips, before whispering good night.

~~~ End of flashback ~~~

Once Nicho finished telling them about that night in the park, the swings, the stars, and the upside-down kiss, an audible cheer rose from around the table.

“FINALLY!” Yuma blurted, nearly slamming his hands on the table in pure excitement. “I was starting to think this was going to be a tragedy, I mean I know it’s not but come on.”

Maki grinned wide, practically bouncing in his seat. “A swing set? An upside-down kiss?! Come on, that’s literally a scene out of a movie. Were you guys just waiting for the soundtrack to cue up?” “I swear, you two are the main characters in a romance drama,” Yuma added, nudging Nicho with a teasing smirk. “What’s next, a rain-soaked confession?”

Nicholas just rolled his eyes, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. He wasn’t annoyed, just a little shy under all the attention. Euijoo leaned forward on his elbows, grinning. “That explains why you came home that night looking like you’d just won the lottery. Walking on clouds, humming to yourself like some anime protagonist.”

Even Jo chimed in on the comments, a light blush on his cheeks, yet his voice was nothing but warm and genuine,“It sounds really sweet,” he said with a small, honest smile. “Like… the kind of moment you don’t forget.”

Harua turned to (Y/n), raising an eyebrow. “That’s why you barged into my place humming and spinning like a Disney princess,” he said, laughing. “You were glowing for, like, a week. I thought someone had either drugged you or handed you a bouquet of compliments.”

(Y/n) laughed,trying to hide her face in Nicho’s shoulder for a moment. “I was happy,” she admitted. “It felt like… everything made sense again.” The warmth around the table grew thicker, familiar, teasing, but deeply genuine. Nicho gave (Y/n)’s hand a light squeeze under the table. And for once, even with the teasing and the noise, he didn’t feel like hiding that smile.

“Okay, okay,” Kei said, raising his glass slightly. “So what’s next? Ninth meeting?” Everyone leaned in again, eager for more.

(Y/n) continued, her voice light with nostalgia as she began describing their ninth meeting—their second date, and the day everything between them finally shifted.

~~~ Flashback ~~~

It was a Saturday afternoon, just warm enough to feel like the beginning of summer. The sun filtered softly through the trees as they walked side by side, fingers intertwined, the world around them quiet in a way that made even the sound of their footsteps feel like part of a melody.

They hadn’t planned much, just a walk, no pressure, no fancy dinner. Just time. And somehow, that made it perfect. Eventually, their steps brought them to a familiar place, the basketball court.

(Y/n) paused, eyes lighting up the second she spotted the orange ball lying forgotten at the edge of the court. Without a word, she let go of his hand and dashed toward it. “Hey!” she laughed, spinning around to face him with the ball hugged to her chest. “You owe me a proper introduction to this thing.”

Nicholas raised a brow, amused. “An introduction?” She grinned. “You know. Since it did hit me in the head and all. I figure we should get along, me and basketball.” That laugh, the one he never used with anyone else, loud, hearty, warm, slipped past his lips before he could help it. He walked toward her, shaking his head but already rolling up his sleeves.

“Alright,” he said, taking the ball from her gently. “First things first, stance.” And so, lesson one began. He guided her step by step, from how to hold the ball to how to bend her knees just right. At first, her throws were a mess, wildly off the mark, each one followed by a dramatic groan and a giggle. But she kept trying, determined.

And he kept laughing, not at her, but because of her. She made everything feel lighter. After a few more tries, she finally made a shot. The ball hit the rim, bounced, and dropped in. “I DID IT!” she shouted, hands flying into the air. Nicholas clapped slowly, dramatically, as she ran over and high-fived him like she had just won a championship.

They collapsed onto the court afterward, lying on the warm pavement side by side, staring at the blue sky. Silence settled between them, not awkward, but full of something that buzzed beneath their skin. She turned her head toward him. “Hey.” He turned too, eyes meeting hers. “I really like you.” His breath caught for a second. But then he smiled, soft, rare, completely real. “I like you too,” he said.

After their quiet confessions, laughter still lingering between them, Nicholas stood up and walked over to where the basketball had rolled after their last shot. He picked it up, turning it in his hands for a moment before glancing back at her with that familiar glint in his eye.

“Alright,” he said, spinning the ball on his fingertip for a second before catching it. “If I make the shot from here… you have to officially agree to be my girlfriend.” (Y/n), still lying on the court, propped herself up on her elbows, one brow raised in mock challenge. “And what if you miss?”

He smirked, eyes narrowing playfully. “Then I have to be your boyfriend.” She snorted, sitting up fully now. “So either way, we end up together?” Nicholas shrugged, stepping back and aiming. “Seems fair to me.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

But she didn’t stop him. Instead, she got to her feet, hands cupped around her mouth as she began cheering dramatically, “Go, Nicho! Show the hoop who’s boss!” Nicholas took a breath, bounced the ball once, twice, then took the shot. It was as if the world held its breath.

The ball arced through the air, the sunlight catching on its surface mid-spin, and for a second it felt like everything slowed down. Then, swish. The ball went in, clean, nothing but net.

(Y/n) didn’t hesitate.

She bolted across the court, flinging herself into his arms with a laugh, her excitement bursting out in the shape of a wide, radiant smile. Nicholas caught her easily, spinning them both for just a second before setting her down, holding her close.

His hand slid gently to her cheek, thumb brushing her skin as he looked down at her with something soft in his eyes. And then he kissed her. This kiss wasn’t like the first. It wasn’t shy or tentative. It was confident, deep, filled with everything he hadn’t said but had felt for a long time—fire and warmth and something fierce that had been growing inside him ever since the day she ran into him in that hallway.

She kissed him back just as boldly, fingers gripping the front of his shirt like she never wanted to let go. And in that moment, surrounded by the quiet of an empty court and the sun dipping lower in the sky, Nicholas and (Y/n) weren’t just two people who kept running into each other. They were something real.

~~~ End of flashback ~~~

The moment (Y/n) finished the story of their ninth meeting, the table erupted. Maki was the first to jump up slightly in his seat, clapping his hands together with an over-the-top grin. “That’s so cheesy! I love it! I want a partner too!”

Yuma laughed so hard he had to cover his mouth with his sleeve. “You seriously made her win her own heart with a basketball shot? That’s so Nicho-coded.” Euijoo leaned back, arms crossed, nodding as if this were some sports anime plot he wholeheartedly approved of. “A clean shot and a kiss? Legendary. No wonder you were so happy that night.”

Jo clapped his hands once, a rare grin on his face. “I still can’t believe that basketball court became your spot. From getting hit to getting kissed, that’s a full-circle moment.”

Harua raised his drink, laughing. “I knew something had changed after that weekend! She came home glowing, literally humming like some rom-com heroine. You should’ve seen her, and best of all, she stopped stealing my bed.”

Fuma chuckled beside him, shaking his head. “I’m just glad I didn’t ruin anything after all. But damn, Nicho, you really pulled out the cinematic moves.” Nicholas, a bit red in the ears now, just rolled his eyes and leaned closer to (Y/n), muttering, “This is why I didn’t tell them earlier.” But he was smiling. Proud. Because their story, messy, chaotic, and warm, was theirs. And everyone at that table was loving every second of it.

The rest was history.

From that day on, things just fell into place. (Y/n) and Nicholas became a pair in every sense of the word, sunlight and shadow, soft laughter and quiet strength. Their relationship blossomed naturally, and with it, so did the friendships between all of them.

Late-night group chats, spontaneous meetups, weekend hangouts, support during finals, teasing that never went too far, and moments of sincere connection, they became home to each other. And now, sitting around the table, the night buzzing with laughter and warmth, it made perfect sense.

That’s how they ended up here, surrounded by friends, love, memories, and a bond that had all started with one girl rounding a corner too fast and one boy standing still just long enough for fate to step in.

Yeah… the rest was definitely history.

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acewoo · 1 year ago

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Note: pure fluff, Sfw Characters included: Gojo, Geto, and sukuna

Satoru Gojo

Gojo will send you tonssss of voice messages talking about literally anything. He’ll be on his couch laying down and he’ll send you a voice message about how the show he’s watching is so boring. “The female lead doesn’t even have any personality and is just there to make the male lead look good!” You’ll complain to him sometimes that he send too many of these voice messages but, he responds that it couldn’t be true because, you love the sound of his voice. (And to be fair you do listen to every one he sends.)

Gojo cannot cook for the life of him. Anytime you try to teach him something wrong will always happen. For example you tired showing him how to make spaghetti and meatballs which is simple enough, right? Wrong. Because Gojo, not only ended up burning the pasta (somehow which still boggles your mind to this day) but, the meatballs weren’t exactly balls… They were certainly meat, and they tasted like meatballs but… they were only shaped to say the least.

Gojo definitely spoils you. And anytime you try to tell him he's doing too much he’ll come up with an excuse for why buying you a 180.00 skirt was necessary. “Well I had to get it, it was the last one and it’d work perfectly for that Christmas party we're attending!” To clarify he was talking about, the Christmas party that was three months away. Of course in all fairness you wouldn't complain too much… It would look pretty nice on you.

Suguru Geto

Even the smallest gestures he does for you are full of thought. Whenever you're having a long day at work you'll usually text Geto about your frustrations. He's trying to be supportive as you rant and help you calm down. When you get home you’ll be welcome to a newly cleaned apartment and Geto in the kitchen finishing up making your favorite meal for dinner. When he sees your home he’ll immediately start talking to you “I’ll finish up here soon, how are you feeling?” The rest of night would end up being him taking care of you fully making you forget about work entirely.

This mf definitely remembers the small things within your relationship and he’ll remember things about you no one else will. For instance you disliked when people surprised you from behind. It wasn’t anything that majorly bugged you but, it made you feel uncomfortable. (Especially since you weren’t a huge fan of being touched) When Geto found this out when we you guys were out in public or hanging with a group of friends he’d always stay slightly behind you. When you questioned why he did this, he said it was so he could make sure no one will surprise you like that. Even though you insisted he didn’t have to he still did which you couldn’t help but love him even more for.

Sukuna

He’s possessive, like really possessive. (He swears he’s not though). Anytime your in public around people or not he’ll make it clear your his. Whether that’s an arm around your waist or being very intimate with you even if it’s not the most appropriate… Whenever it’s at places such as a club it’ll be even worse, not only will be touchy but his whole mind and body will be focused on you. (Even if he doesn’t realize it..) And that’s the thing he doesn’t realize he’s like that infact anytime you bring it up to him he swears you’re just overthinking things. Because, him, Sukuna being possessive over another person? Fucking ridicules. Totally not in denial.

One thing you wouldn’t expect from Sukuna would be him to be rather supportive of you and your decisions. Of course it wasn’t exactly the most traditional way people are supportive. But hey, it’s Sukuna nothing about him is ‘normal’. Sukuna is supportive in the way where you’ll feel insecure about wearing and he’ll give you a confused look. “Why the hell would yah not wear it?” Flushed you respond. “It makes me look bad like-“ “I don’t know what you’re on about I like how it looks on you so you’re wearing it.” And of course you weren’t going to argue with your bf so, you wear it. Throughout the day He’ll make comments about how good you look which make you blush. Of course it isn’t exactly the lovely dovey kind of comments but still.

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dinoandguitar · 1 month ago

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Between Rounds & Rhythms

Idol!Dino x afab!medicalstudent (Hana Chae)

Part 3 Part 5

Masterlist

Part 4 : Normal’s kind of nice actually

Later that night, Hana stared at her phone long after she got home. Her shift was finally over, her body aching and her eyes heavy with sleep. Her hair still smelled faintly of antiseptic, and there was a coffee stain on her scrubs she hadn’t even noticed until she reached her apartment,but none of that mattered right now.

Not when her brain kept replaying the last hour like a highlight reel.

Lee Chan’s flushed face. His awkward, stumbling voice. That ridiculous,but oddly endearing,"medical emergency" excuse.

Her lips curled into a tired smile as she flopped onto her bed, hugging her pillow close. He was… different. Not in the usual "idol way" one would expect. But in how he looked at his friends with quiet fondness. In how he spoke with genuine warmth. In how he hadn’t complained once, even when he clearly needed rest. Just as she let out a soft sigh, a ding interrupted the silence.

[Unknown Number]

It’s Chan. Just making sure you didn’t give me a fake number.

Also, thanks again… for today.

She giggled, already typing back:

Would’ve been bad PR for the hospital.

You’re welcome :)

Almost immediately:

Lee Chan

Sooo… dinner sometime? You know... For saving my life.

Hana

...Is this your way of saying you’ll show up to the hospital again if I say no?

Lee Chan

I mean… not on purpose.

Maybe. (Joking) (Please say yes :,)

She rolled her eyes, smile growing.

Hana

Okay then.. one dinner. If you promise not to collapse again.

Chan

Yay! Deal.

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Within the next few days, texting Lee Chan quickly became part of Hana’s routine.

It started innocently enough- quick exchanges about his recovery, a few sarcastic comments about hospital food, an occasional meme or two. But soon, their chats evolved into something warmer. He texted her good morning before call time. She sent “don’t overdo it” reminders between shifts. They talked about their favorite late-night snacks, shows they never had time to finish, random memories from childhood, future dreams they were too tired to chase just yet. It was… effortless.

And the rest of the members of seventeen?

Oh, they noticed.

One afternoon, the group was sprawled across their practice room in various states of exhaustion after choreography drills. Dino sat tucked into a corner, back against the mirror, grinning softly as he stared at his phone.

“Okay, what’s with the look?” Seungkwan demanded, squinting at him.

"What look?” Chan asked, feigning innocence.

“The dumb, happy, flushed face one,” Mingyu added. “Like a rom-com lead who just got a text from his crush.”

Chan fumbled to lock his screen, ears already turning red. “I’m just replying to someone.”

“Someone?” Soonyoung’s eyes lit up. “Is it her? The doctor? The pretty one with the no-nonsense vibe who apparently you had met earlier?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chan mumbled, though the way he sunk deeper into his hoodie betrayed him.

“Dude, you’ve been smiling at your phone like it sent you a love letter,” Vernon said from the couch.

Jun perked up. “Did it?”

DK gasped dramatically. “Wait, wait, wait—IS OUR MAKNE DATING A DOCTOR???”

“No!” Chan groaned. “We’re just friends... i think.. we're just texting.”

Joshua, who’d been quietly observing, finally smirked. “Mmm. Texting. Like... good morning texts? Or how-was-your-shift-you-must-be-tired kind of texts?”

Chan gave up arguing and buried his face in his arms.

“That’s a yes,” Jeonghan sang.

“Do we get to meet her?” Minghao asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or are you going to keep this secret until the wedding?”

“There’s no wedding!” Chan cried.

“Oh my God,” Seungkwan gasped. “I’ll bring the flowers. Mingyu can cry at the altar.”

“Hey! I will,” Mingyu said proudly.

Chan groaned louder. “I hate all of you.”

Soonyoung patted his shoulder sympathetically. “That’s fine. You can hate us. Just make sure you invite us to the dinner.”

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After days of back-and-forth schedules, last-minute reshoots, and emergency rounds, they finally managed to meet.

The place wasn’t fancy-just a cozy, tucked-away Korean diner near a quiet street. They arrived separately, both in caps and masks, slipping into a booth in the far corner where no one paid them much attention.

They laughed over dumplings and shared food, the conversation flowing like they’d done this a hundred times before. Hana told him about the time she mistook a department head for a new intern and ended up with extra night shifts for a week. Chan admitted he used to cry before performing back when he was a trainee, anxiety gnawing at his chest.

“You?” Hana blinked. “You perform like you were born on stage.”

“I wasn’t,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I had to fight for that confidence.”

There was a quiet moment, just the two of them, the warmth between them tangible. As they stepped outside, the air crisp and cool, Hana tucked her hands into her coat.

“Are you sure this isn’t bothering you?” she asked, glancing sideways. “The whole… public thing. You being seen with someone like me.”

“Someone like you?” Chan echoed.

“I mean… not an idol. Not famous. Just… me... Normal.”

He looked at her then, really looked. “Normal's kind of nice, actually.”

Hana played it cool after hearing that. As if she didn’t just feel her heart do a dance.. You could say the same to Dino as well

And that night, after she texted him to say she got home safely, he replied—

Lee Chan

Thanks for tonight.

I haven’t felt this... calm in a long time.

Hana

Me too.

Get some rest, okay?

Lee Chan

Only if you promise to sleep and not work till 3 a.m.

Hana

No promises :D

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Part 5

A/N : So sorry for the long wait! Hope ya'll like it :)

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#svt #seventeen #svt fluff #svt dino #dino fluff #dino x reader #dino #lee chan #dino fanfic #lee chan fanfic

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago

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Kiss me more

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader

Summary: This is the first time your friends are meeting your girlfriend and you're excited about it.

Disclaimer: I've been gone for a while because a few things are going on in my life right now. This is pure fluff, by the way, and inspired by Florence being in my country a few days ago. That said, English is not my first language, so be kind.

MASTERLIST

You were putting the chopped onion in a bowl when you heard a quick honk coming from outside. You knew, without having to look through the window in your kitchen, that your friends were there, and it immediately brought a smile to your face. It has been a long time since you managed to reunite your best friends all at once for a nice dinner to chat and laugh together, after all.

You dried your hand with a dishcloth that you usually draped over your shoulder when you were in the kitchen and, before you could go to the front door, you heard the knock announcing that you had been right on your assumption before. While you walked there to open the front door, you gave a quick glance around the living room to make sure everything was still in place after your almost manic cleaning during the afternoon. Your eyes ended on the dog walking lazily from his laying spot to sit by the door trying to act like a guard dog when he was yawning every few seconds. It made you smile as you leaned down a bit to pat his big head, making his tail wiggle happily.

“That's okay, Billie,” you said. “Stay, okay?”

Billie wasn’t exactly trained but the large dog knew when he was being dismissed and he started to make his way back to his bed in the corner just as slowly as he had come out before. You shook your head in amusement before finally reaching out to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw five people standing at the other side, all smiling and waiting for you, and you found yourself letting out a happy squeak.

“Hey, guys!” You greeted as you pulled the closest person to you for a hug. That turned out to be your best friend since school days, Anne, who gladly hugged you back while her husband, a nice guy you've met since they first started dating seven years ago, raised his hand to show the bag they had brought. You laughed when you saw the Monopoly board sticking out of the bag and, quickly, you all shared hugs. Your other best friend, Jack, had also brought his boyfriend with him, Danny, and the last person in your little friendship group, Hannah, was the first one to teasingly complain about them still standing outside.

You laughed as you took a step to the side, waving a hand to call them in. “Come on in!”

Your friends all came inside while removing their coats to hang behind the door and Jack shut the door behind all of them while talking about the upcoming rain. They all knew your small house, had been there numerous times before, so they were all pretty comfortable scattering around. It felt like decades since you all managed to be together and it brought a warm feeling inside your chest to see all of them there again.

“How have you been?” Anne asked as she put the Monopoly down for you guys to play later on in the night. That was something the four of you have been doing since college when you all came together, even if it always ended up with Jack and Hannah threatening to throw the board across the room. From all across the room, Billie didn’t seem interested at all in the people he was seeing for the first time as he easily slipped to take another nap.

“I'm great,” you replied. “I'm so glad you could all make it!”

“We wouldn’t miss it,” Hannah declared with a shrug, hands inside her pockets. “It's been months since we last got everyone together.”

“Months?” Jack scoffed as he placed a hand dramatically on his chest. “More like years.”

Hannah rolled her eyes and, playfully, shoved his shoulder. “You were all too busy getting married and shit.”

As they all shared a laugh, Jack threw his arms around her to put her in for a side hug that Hannah tried to escape in vain. “Don't be jealous. You will find someone to marry you,” he joked before making kissing noises close to her face just to see her squirm.

It worked like a charm and you shook your head when Hannah finally managed to push him away while huffing. “I missed you guys,” you commented when you saw Hannah flipping him the bird.

Anne, who had moved to hug her husband, Ben, turned her attention back to you. “Where is your girl?”

You felt your cheeks growing hot even though you knew it was ridiculous to feel prude suddenly. It's not like they didn’t know you had been dating for the past seven months - it had been a big occurrence in your group chat when you told them, after all - but they had yet to know your girlfriend. You hadn’t been dating just anyone. You were dating one of the new Hollywood darlings, which made it a bit hard to arrange a meeting between her and your friends.

Florence had only shown excitement, though, and you knew she had been trying to clean her schedule for months now to make that happen. Between shooting her new movie and living her life between different cities in the USA for work and her hometown near London to see her family and friends, it took some time but you finally set up a date and that’s how that dinner came to life. And then you had to find a day that your friends could make because they all had their own lives going on between work and their personal lives, but you eventually found a date that worked for everyone. That was the first time your friends would meet Florence and you had been barely containing your excitement all week. Now, however, your friends were there and your girlfriend wasn’t.

“Oh, she asked me to voice her apologies,” you ended up saying with a small grimace.

“How british of her,” Jack teased you lightly and earned another eye-roll in his direction.

“She's going to be late,” you explained, remembering the text you had received from your girlfriend about an hour ago. Florence seemed very sorry in her text and she added several apologies that you quickly brushed aside. You knew she didn’t mean to be late. “She got stuck at the studio.” That was something that had happened before, so it wasn’t exactly news. Usually, Florence was able to be in and out of shooting at the same time every day, but there were times when things got delayed and she had to stick around. That was her job, something she had been dedicating all her life to succeed at.

“Liar,” Hannah retorted with a glint in her eyes. “I bet you told her about us and scared her away.”

You tilted your head to the side and pretended to think about it for a moment. “I did tell her to book a ticket and get as far away from the city as she could so she wouldn’t have to see your ugly face.”

Anne complained with a fake groan of annoyance, looking at Ben and Danny. “It’s like watching kids, I swear.”

“Come on, you can all come with me to the kitchen,” you said after you all chuckled at her, ready to turn on your heels to go back to the kitchen. “We can talk while I cook.”

“You're going to cook?” Hannah asked in disbelief as they all followed you back.

In the kitchen, you put yourself behind the counter again to keep cutting the ingredients while your friends find places to sit or stand around you. It felt like old times and it made you smile to yourself.

“Yes,” you replied after picking up a carrot and doing some silly movement of throwing and grabbing it to show off. “Florence was going to, another reason why she apologized for not making it on time.” Your girlfriend had offered to cook something for you and your friends when you first said they all agreed to meet up at your place, and you immediately agreed but now you had taken over the kitchen. You were glad to have, at least, learned some stuff with Florence over the months.

“I thought you would have people cooking for you now that you’re dating a movie star,” Jack teased you happily as he moved around you to try to find a corkscrew to open the wine he had brought with him. You knew he hadn’t said that to be mean or anything, but you couldn’t deny that the fact that you were dating someone as famous as Florence Pugh had been a big deal among your friends. They teased you about it non-stop ever since you told them, but they did it out of love.

“Jack, I still live in my old apartment,” you declared with a glance at him, smirking lightly when the rest of your friends laughed.

“Fair,” he replied as he pointed the corkscrew at you before handing it over so his boyfriend could do the work.

“Besides, Florence likes to cook and she's great at it too. Her father owns a restaurant and all,” you told them, even though you were sure that conversation had come up at some point. It felt like you hadn’t been able to shut up about your girlfriend ever since you met her. “She likes doing most things around the house, actually, which works fine with me because I hate doing the laundry.” Jack nodded along with that, pointing at himself as if to say he also hated that chore.

Ben decided to jump in to offer you some help while Danny poured everyone a glass of wine. “What can we do to help?”

“Just sit there,” you told him with a smile. “I got this. I was going to say I can open some wine if you guys want to start drinking, but Jack beat me to it.”

Jack quickly lowered his wine glass to say: “Honey, I always want to start drinking.”

After that, the six of you fell into easy conversation trying to catch up on all the things going on in your lives. Anne and Ben talked about plans for the holidays, Hannah was excited about her new job, Jack and Danny were trying to find a new place to live, and you jumped in to talk about your life too. It felt like old times when you would all have dinner during college, before Ben and Danny became part of the group as well, and you honestly wished more than anything that Florence fell into your group as easily as they had done before her.

Just as you thought about her - again, because that was just something that you seemed to do all the time - you heard your phone ringing from where it was placed on top of the counter. Anne helpfully turned your phone so you could see who it was and, as soon as you read Florence’s name on the screen, you moved on to wash your hands to pick it up.

“Oh, damn, guys. I need to answer this. Sorry,” you told them, knowing that your girlfriend wouldn’t have called if she didn’t actually need to talk with you. You pressed your phone on your ear and, upon hearing Jack catcalling just to mess up with you, you moved to stand beside the fridge to pretend to have some privacy for the conversation. “Hey, Flo.”

“How late am I?” You heard Florence’s voice coming out a bit out of breath, but her accent rolling up the words made your heart swell inside your chest and a smile soon blossomed on your face.

“Just a bit,” you replied and waved a hand to shush Jack and Hannah when they started to make a chorus of ‘aww’ loud enough to be heard. “Are you done filming?”

“Yes. I'm leaving the studio right now and I’m going to make a quick stop before heading to your place.” As she said that, you heard an alarm going off and a car’s door opening, so you guessed she was already at the parking lot when she called you. “Getting some wine to make up for my error.”

“You don't have to do that…” you started but then your eyes landed on your friends pouring more wine in their glasses and you rolled your eyes before adding: “but Jack is going to be the happiest man on Earth if you do.”

Florence’s husky laugh met your ears and, like a charm, your lips curled up. That was the sound you loved the most in the world. “Don't worry, I’m getting something good.”

“Great. Remember to use your key,” you told her. “I'll be waiting.”

“See you, darling.”

You ended the call right after that, put your phone away and went back to cooking. You had just started to throw things inside the pan when Hannah wiggled her eyebrows at you. “She has a key, huh?”

You blushed because that had been a new development in your relationship with Florence, something you hadn’t shared with your friends yet mostly because you were too busy and ended up forgetting about it. “Yeah.”

“So this is pretty serious,” Anne commented and, suddenly, every eye landed on you.

“It is, yes.”

“How serious?” Jack insisted with a smile.

“Enough for her to have a key to my apartment. Enough for me to have a key to her place even though I’m never going to fly to London without her,” you told them, adding a shrug in the end to play it off as nothing even though you all knew it was a big thing.

“Do I hear wedding bells?” Danny was the one to speak next and you half wanted to tell him he was spending too much time with Jack already.

“Shut up,” you groaned, turning your back at them to hide your blush. “Flo always says she’s too young to get married and that she’s not doing that before she’s thirty.”

Jack laughed the loudest of all of them as he moved to fill your cup again. “Oh, you can't wait, can you?”

Now smiling, you tilted your head to look at him and said: “I take the fifth.”

For the next few minutes, the conversation returned about everything while you cooked and you all drank wine. It didn’t take that long for you to hear another car pulling up and, a couple of minutes later, the door opening again. You glanced over your shoulder to see that Florence had just walked in while carrying what looked like a wine box that you just knew was more expensive than half of the things you owned. Your friends gracefully pretended not to notice that she was there until walked to the kitchen with a polite grin.

“Hello,” she greeted everyone while putting the wine on top of the counter to give everyone a big wave. Billie, who had been asleep ever since they got there, got up to greet his owner, wiggling his tail and bumping his head against her leg. Florence made sure to give him some pets and a quick kiss to his snout.

“Hey!” You heard all of your friends say back as your girlfriend approached you.

You took a step away from the stove and placed a hand on her cheek, smiling when you felt her arm curling around your waist before you leaned in to give her a quick peck. “Hi, babe. I'm glad you could make it.”

Florence was smiling when you put some distance between your faces, although your bodies were still touching. “And I brought the wine.” She pointed over her shoulder and then took a step to the side to face everyone else more easily.

“That is a damn good wine,” Jake whistled, clearly impressed, and earned himself a slap on his shoulder from Hannah, who also tried to quietly communicate with him to tone down his jokes for now.

Florence, who has heard all types of stories about your friends already, only smiled. She got closer to shake Ben’s hand first, over the counter since she had moved to stand beside you, before moving on to do it with everybody. “Hello, guys. I'm terribly sorry I’m late. I got stuck at work,” she told them, shaking Danny’s hand last. “I’m really sorry.”

“No worries,” Anne quickly appeased her worries with a wave of her hand. “We've all been there before. I’m Anne, by the way.”

She started a round of quick introductions that ended with Florence, in that cute way she usually did, saying: “Nice to meet you all, I’m Florence.” which, of course, made you grab her hand to put her close enough to press a kiss on her cheek. That was enough to get a small conversation going on between your friends while Florence returned to the stove with you. “Looks like you have everything under control. This looks great,” she said while looking inside the pan.

“I learned with the best,” you smiled and turned your head to look at her to see her smile but you ended up hearing her chuckle and receiving a kiss on your temple instead, which was totally fine to you.

“Sorry I wasn't here to help you before,” Florence whispered quietly.

“Stop beating yourself for that.”

She squeezed your waist where her hand was resting against you and kissed your head again. “I love you.” And, God, you had no idea if you would ever get used to hearing those words coming from her. “Go talk with your friends, I can take it from here.”

Florence knew how much you had waited for that dinner and how much you missed having all your friends over at the same time, and her offer made you very thankful for having someone as comprehensive as her beside you. Thanking her with a peck, you soon moved on to pour her some of the cheap wine that was left in the second bottle you guys were drinking before pouring the rest of it to yourself. You handed her the glass, heard her small “thank you”, and joined the conversation your friends were having.

They all made a clear effort to include Florence in the talk even if she was busy finishing dinner and, for that, you were also thankful. They were all receiving her with open arms to your group, something you were fairly sure was happening because you had told them all types of histories in the last seven months. You never hid how important she was to you, though you were sure they would’ve easily seen right through you if you had tried to pretend it was nothing.

Since you met Florence, your life has changed for the better. Being her girlfriend was the best thing that happened to you and you didn’t hold back while saying that to your friends. They were just now meeting her, but they all knew how much you loved her. Now, they got to see it in person too.

“When can we open the expensive wine?” You heard Jack asking when you and Anne were setting the table, and you both exchanged a look before rolling your eyes at your friend’s antics.

“Any time you like,” Florence laughed, stirring the food in the pan.

“You do it. I’m afraid I might break the bottle and be depressed for the rest of my life,” Jack replied and their easy conversation made you smile.

“Guess we’re giving you wine for Christmas,” Florence joked but, when you turned around to the kitchen again, she was already opening the wine while Jack waited with his glass already raised.

“Girl, you do that and you will become my favorite person in this group.”

“Traitor,” Hannah shoved him with a firm hand, making all of you laugh again.

“Darling, dinner is ready,” Florence told you once Jack grabbed the wine again.

“You heard the chef, folks,” you clapped your hands once. “To the table!”

While all of your friends found a place to sit - a bit squeezed together so you could all fit around the table - you went to help your girlfriend move the food to the plates so you could serve everyone. You were standing side by side in front of the stove when you moved your hip to bump into hers, biting your bottom lip to hold back your smile when she bumped you back.

“What?” She asked with her throaty chuckle.

“Nothing,” you replied with a shrug. “I’m just happy.”

Florence chuckled again and turned her head to kiss your cheek. “I’m always happy when I’m with you, so I’m not surprised by the confession I’m about to make.”

“What confession?” You played along with her teasing.

“I’m also happy,” she whispered as if telling you the biggest secret ever and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I love you,” you declared as a matter of fact as you kissed her quickly and moved to take the first two plates to the table.

It was a fact. A clear one, one that left no doubts. You loved Florence Pugh and you had never been happier than how you were feeling at that moment about to have dinner with your girlfriend and your friends.

As you walked over to the table and saw all of your small group smiling knowingly at you, you thought back about what Jack said about marriage before. You knew it was still too soon to think about it, not only in the relationship but also considering that both Florence and you were still pretty young, but you just knew that’s where you two were heading to. Apparently, all of your friends knew it as well.

“Here we go, darling,” Florence said as she walked behind you to hand two more plates.

“Guys, I don’t think I ever told you guys this, but Florence never played Monopoly before,” you found yourself saying suddenly and, just like you expected it to happen, they all jumped in to start voicing their disbelief about that little fact.

While they started making plans to play the game as soon as they were done eating, you returned to the kitchen, leaving Florence behind to deal with it, but not without kissing her again.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #celebrity x you #marvel #black widow #yelena belova #dune #princess irulan #writing #creative writing #my writing #fluff

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thanosscross · 4 months ago

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Sharing is Caring - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader x Kwon Ji-Yong/G-Dragon part 2

Summary: For weeks you couldn't get either man out of your head, but what happens whenever they finally find you and have a chance to speak with you again.

Warnings: None for this part, all fluff for you lovelies <3

After that night you tried to go back to your usual life, but it was hard whenever everything reminded you of the two men you had slept with, it was a first for you, most guys you got with were always vanilla, so spending that night with Seung Hyun and Ji Yong was a complete 180 for you, not that you were complaining. You attempted to find them on social media, but after looking up their names and seeing the extensive internet history of them being famous and apart of a huge K-pop group, you were quickly scared away.

Seung Hyun and Ji-Yong were having the same exact issue as you, desperately trying to figure out who exactly you were, but without a last name it was proving to be a lot more difficult than they had originally thought. After reaching out to a few friends the boys were quick to learn your name, thank god Ji-Yong had taken a video of the boys at the club, catching you not far off in the background of it. Whenever you got message from Ji-Yong you were concerned at first, until he explained that your friend, Mi-Su, had given him your number. Agreeing to meet again at your apartment considering they had already been there you all sat in the living room. You felt flustered under their gazes, knowing that the last time they saw you, you weren't exactly sober. "We can't stop thinking about you" Ji-Yong started nervously, this topic wasn't exactly something you could just cut to the point with, but Ji-Yong wasn't really sure how to ease into it. You could feel your face heat up as Ji-Yong spoke, looking down at your hands "I-I've thought about you two as well" You shyly admitted, your admission caused both boys' hearts to jump, looking back up to see their reactions, you saw them both looking at each other. "So....what does that mean?" You asked after a moment, messing with your rings nervously, you weren't exactly sure why they were here, but you figured with you not being able to get them out of your head, why not have them come over and talk like they want to?

"We um..We talked about it...and if you're okay with it..we both wanna take you out" Seung Hyun nervously mumbled out, scratching the back of his neck as he looked down at his shoes "Only if you're okay with it, y/n" Ji-Yong jumped in, watching your face closely as you processed their request, both of them? "So..like..two boyfriends?" You asked tilting your head confused, Ji-Yong couldn't hide his smile at your cuteness "Basically..yea" He answered sheepishly, his freshly dyed red hair falling in front of his eyes. "I..um.." You stopped, were you really about to do this? What has your life come to? You worked at a half ass restaurant as a cook, and now two famous k-pop idols were wanting you to be their girlfriend, what the fuck.

You noticed their nervousness, Ji-Yong repeatedly adjusting his beanie, Seung Hyun messing with his hands, his eyes never meeting yours until you replied "Sure" You shrugged smiling, watching both of their heads turn towards you quickly in shock "R-Really?" Seung Hyun asked in shock, glancing at you and then Ji-Yong, almost like he couldn't believe what the hell he was hearing. "Yea, You both seem really sweet, and hot, so why not, as long as I won't mess with you two as friends" You explained calmly, trying to stay calm, knowing you'd call your friend later to freak out about your situation. "No, No we've already talked about it" Ji-Yong assured before smiling softly "So would you..wanna stay for dinner?" You asked softly, motioning to your kitchen nervously.

The next week was amazing, you had spent it with both men, learning more about them while starting to realize you really liked the two. "Y/n?.." You heard Seung Hyun's half asleep voice call from the living room, groaning and rolling out of your bed, you slowly shuffled to the living room where both Ji-Yong and Seung Hyun stood, finally ready for work "I was laying down, this better be good" You huffed crossing your arms under your blanket that you had wrapped around you "You're adorable, Aegiya" Ji-yong smiled, pressing a short kiss to your forehead before looking to Seung Hyun "We have to rehearse today, but did you want to come to our place?..You can meet Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang?" Seung Hyun asked softly, resting a hand on your shoulder "You can wear that, if your heart is set on it" He offered, you just nodded going to get your phone and other things you'd need, you'd be damned if you were getting all dressed up this early in the morning, the sun hadn't even come up yet, and wasn't for a few more hours. Both boys just laughed as you shuffled back to them, leaning into Seung Hyun's side as Ji-Yong opened the door for you both before taking your hand holding it gently as Seung Hyun wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You laid around for about six hours before you heard the door open and different voices start to echo off of the walls "Oh Y/nnn!" You heard Ji-Yong's voice call, you slowly got up from your spot, peeking out of the room before shyly walking out towards the group of men that stood waiting in the living room "Guys! Meet Y/n, she's amazing" Seung Hyun smiled brightly, you waved softly chewing on your bottom lip gently was you approached them all, Ji-Yong wrapped his arms around you quickly, resting his head on your shoulder as you shook Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang's hands, giving Seung Hyun a soft smile as he kissed your knuckles gently "Aein" He greeted as you blushed brightly resting your head on Ji-Yong's as the others spoke, the entire night Dae-Sung had a weird feeling about you, the way you were dating Ji-Yong but the way you interacted with Seung Hyun was weird, the thing that confirmed it? Was after Ji-Yong fell asleep, Dae-Sung had caught you and Seung Hyun making out, his arm propping against the wall keeping you pinned as his lips were firmly pressed against yours. Sneaking into his friends room he quickly shook Ji-Yong "Buddy, bro, wake up" He grunted, sighing in relief whenever Ji-Yong sat up tiredly looking at him confused "Your girlfriend is out there making out with Seung Hyun" He whispered, pointing towards the wall, Ji-Yong just huffed dropping his back into the pillows "You don't care?" He asked after a moment, Dae-sung was confused, why the hell was his friend not upset right now? "He's allowed to, bro" He grumbled into his pillows "She's his girl too" He added on before turning his back to Dae-sung pulling the blankets back over his face.

The two spent the night talking about possibilities on what could be going on between their two friends and you, only to be caught by Seung Hyun a few hours later. While he explained to the others, you were laying next to Ji-Yong, laying pieces of his hair out of the way of his face, he was even pretty whenever he slept, and it frustrated you a little bit, how could both men be so effortlessly perfect? As you laid there, now glaring at the ceiling, Ji-Yong's arm draped across your waist, Seung Hyun walked in chuckling at your glare "What's going on, Aein?" He asked softly, shutting the door behind him as he crawled on the other side of you, plopping himself down before laying his arm slightly higher than Ji-Yong's on your waist "How are you both this good looking, but I have to spend forty minutes trying to get my hair to work with me in the mornings" You huffed, turning your head to glare at him "You truly are adorable" Was all he replied, chuckling softly to himself before pressing his lips to your jaw gently "I'm going to fall asleep soon though..If you need anything just wake me up okay?" He asked softly, even in the dark you could make out his features, and how truly beautiful he looked "Got it" You smiled softly, turning to lay your head on his chest as Ji-Yong turned on his side to wrap his arm around you.

The next morning, you woke up with only one of the men in bed with you, Seung Hyun was still fast asleep next to you as your phone buzzed again with a message

'Got called in for solo rehearsal, be back soon <3'

You sent back a heart before dropping your phone back on the mattress turning towards one of your boyfriends "Seung..." You whispered, placing a hand on his bare chest, his bright blue hair a frizzy mess as he slowly peeked his eyes open, smiling softly at you before closing his eyes again, you huffed, needing him to wake up in order for you to get out of bed, grabbing your phone to ask Ji-Yong what exactly to do. After getting your answer you turned your attention back to Seung Hyun, cupping his cheeks "Aein..wake upp" You whined softly, not wanting to be too loud incase their other bandmates were home, Seung Hyun huffed, attempting to turn away from you, after realizing he wouldn't be able to he sighed opening his eyes "Shhh I'm sleeping with girlfriend" He whispered, pulling you closer to him "Noooo! Seung Hyun I need to gooo" You whined trying to fight against his tired grip "Why?.." He mumbled as he slowly opened an eye again "I have work, My love" You whispered, pressing your lips gently to his before trying to get back up "Just..stay here, its okay" He huffed, not loosening his grip, you sighed smiling at him "Fine, since I like you a tiny bit" You teased, Seung Hyun gave you playful glare before pulling you close to him, giggling softly you traced circles on his chest sighing "Are we just going to lay in bed all day?" You asked, your tone still teasing as he looked at you smiling "Mmmm maybe until Ji gets back" He said shrugging, tracing his fingers up and down your arm "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked softly, tilting his head gently as you blushed, dropping your head against his chest "Don't say that.." You giggled, he just grabbed your hand smiling "I'm gonna say it, because it's true" He whispered playfully, you just rolled your eyes "Fine then, do you know how beautiful you and Ji are?" You fired back, watching as his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink "Seriously, you just woke up and already you're making my knees weak?" You giggled, smiling as he looked at you in confusion "How?!" He asked laughing loudly, you just smacked his arm softly as you blushed.

You both did indeed lay in bed all day, whenever Ji-Yong walked in he was greeted by you both laying in his bed laughing loudly at something on Seung Hyun's phone "He looks so adorable! I love it!" You smiled grabbing his phone to send yourself the picture of a sleeping Ji-Yong that was sleeping in an airport, hanging halfway off of the chairs while holding a stuffed animal. "What do you have that's making our beautiful girl laugh that hard?" Ji-Yong asked smiling as he leaned against the doorframe, watching as you both looked at him giggling and chuckling "Seung Hyun was showing me pictures of you" You replied sweetly, staying in your spot next to Seung Hyun, your head resting on his shoulder as you slid his phone back into his hand "She missed you, but didn't want to bother you after I explained what rehearsals were" Seung Hyun explained smiling, loving how sweet you were to not only him but his best friend as well. "Aww, sweet girl" He smiled brightly, making his way over to the bed hugging you tightly "What're the plans today? Have you guys even moved out of bed?" Ji-Yong asked after pulling away from your hug "We did for a little bit, it's just so comfortable in here" You objected before offering your hand "Come see for yourself" You tempted, waving your hand gently as Ji-Yong took it gently flopping next to you on the mattress, scooting closer to you as he looked over at Seung Hyun's phone "Really! I thought you meant my good pictures!" He protested whining, Seung Hyun laughed shaking his head as he muttered 'never' as you smiled cupping his cheeks "Don't worry, Ji, he showed me" You assured sweetly, causing his heart to swoon, as the three of you laid in bed you sighed, not knowing how you ended up in this situation, but you weren't at all complaining.

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