#looking at a 6am morning tomorrow and not actually prepared for it

[claratyler]

No seriously i have to plan the class i'll be giving tomorrow waaaa but im so tired im starting to be like one of those LOVETHEGRIND people with the sort of stuff ive been doing lately..lets see how long i actually last like this

[hannieehaee]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a scenario(or reaction) where maybe you had a day planned with a member but they canceled to hangout with the guys, not realizing it was your birthday. I love your writing and angst so this would be perfect 4 me 🤭 thank you!! (Also for the member, maybe hhu 👉👈)

them accidentally ditching you on your bday - hhu

hhu, vu, pu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, mingyu's is a teeny tiny bit suggestive (they're mentioned to shower together, but nothing sexual occurs), etc.

part 2

wc: 2903

a/n: sorry it took me so long to get to this T-T i liked the prompt so i wanted to write something a lil longer hehe anyways tysm for reading and for requesting <3 pls lmk if anyone wants a vocal/perf unit version!

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seungcheol -

seungcheol always had a tendency of being a tiny bit extra when it came to his birthday. he expected all friends and family to be punctual on that day with a gift and some heartfelt congratulations. if you didn't wish him happy birthday at 12am on the dot, you were just not that good of a friend to him and he'd remember that moment with disdain.

in the same way that he was extra on his own birthday, he liked to do the same for his closest loved ones. he was always ready at 12 o'clock with some words of love and appreciation ready. he'd have had the gift ready months in advance. even on other people's special day, he wanted to stand out a little; show how good of a friend he was. there were no questions to he made about your birthday. you, his favorite person in the world. if he was ever going to make a day special, it was that one. he would count down the days until its arrival. it was always such a sweet gesture from him, you thought. which was why it was very weird of him to not be present right now. or all day, for that matter.

it was your birthday. you had planned this day with seungcheol a few weeks in advance. all you wanted was a calm day with your boyfriend, even cancelling plans on friends and family who had also wanted to keep you company on your special day. you were originally just going to eat a nice dinner with your boyfriend on whichever day of the week you had off that week, not minding whether it actually fell on your birthday or not. but your boyfriend had insisted on celebrating on the exact date, even telling you to call off work, claiming he would do the same once the day came. except those plans seemed to fall through.

you'd gone to sleep a bit early, deciding not to wait on your boyfriend to arrive from dance practice and just sleep in preparation for whatever cheol had planned for tomorrow. you assumed he would wake you up upon his arrival, which wouldve been a bit before midnight. you'd woken up confused when you had looked at the clock the next morning and noticed it was 6am, not having been awoken by him, nor spotting him in your room. he always left before you woke up, but today was supposed to be a day off for him, so it was all very odd. it continued like this for a few hours, until you gave up on waiting for his arrival and just called him. it was only 10am by now, so maybe he had left for some preparations not expecting you to wake up so early, but your phone calls went unanswered. for hours. it eventually became the afternoon. you had given up on calling him at around 2 oclock, realizing he just wasn't going to show.

by 5pm, you were beyond sad. the same man who whined and pouted at you if you dared wish him a happy birthday at 12:02am had also forgotten your birthday, clearly not even having called off of work that day (you'd checked his location some hours back, he was at the hybe building). he hadn't even bothered to check his phone all day either. you weren't usually one to get emotional, but this felt like a punch in the gut. you had gone out of your way to spend the day with your boyfriend, having been promised an amazing day, but were now just some forgotten rag, less important than his usual work day.

he arrived a little earlier than yesterday. whenever he left early in the morning, he arrived in the afternoon. it was now 6pm, and you had spent the whole day moping. you grabbed the cake you'd both left in the fridge a few days back, not caring anymore and just eating it out of sadness. that might've been cheol's first guess upon walking in, as you saw his smile fall the moment he landed his eyes on you, 'happy birthday' cake sitting across from you on the coffee table.

his eyes widened at the realization, and much more at your dejected appearance, "oh my god, babe, i'm so-"

you sighed, "you don't have to say it."

he quickly approached you, dropping his bag and coat before having hung them upon his entrance, "no! fuck, i'm so fucking sorry. i have no idea how it slipped my mind, i- i forgot to call off in advance, and it threw off my entire schedule. i swear i just forgot, i'm so fucking sorry, baby," he was rambling now, probably realizing how let down you were by his slip up.

"it doesn't matter, cheol. it's just a birthday. i'll just ... i'll just celebrate with my family next week or something. don't worry about it," you knew you didn't mean your words, but you also felt it useless to try and blame cheol.

"wait! it's only six. we can still do something! do you wanna go out? i'll take you to dinner. how does that sound?"

"i ... i don't really feel like it, cheol. i think i'll just go meet up with a friend. she called me last week asking to meet up, but i cancelled on her. i just wanted to wait for you to get back before i left. i'll see you in the morning," you knew you were being a little immature, but if he had wanted to be with you, he would've put in the effort.

"oh. you're sleeping over? but i thought ..."

"yeah. i'll just see you tomorrow when you get back from practice. yeah? bye, cheol."

you left without saying much else, feeling guilty at his look of rejection. you felt badly about leaving him on his own like this, but you knew there was no way for you to spend time with your boyfriend right now without feeling like an idiot.

wonwoo -

wonwoo had never felt like more of an asshole.

wonwoo had never been too big on birthdays, specially his own. to him it was just another day. it was only his family, friends (and carats, of course) who ever made that day special to him. if it had been up to him? he would probably even forget about the day, but he had the fortune to have a lot of people in his life who loved and cared about him enough to cherish that day as if it were a national holiday. and you were one of those people. you would always shower wonwoo with love, but you'd go a little extra hard on his birthday, catering to every need you think he may have and even going as far as creating an entire itinerary of things he enjoys to do throughout the day. you were a little ray of sunshine that would somehow make him look forward to his birthday, something very uncharacteristic of him. which was why he had never felt like a bigger asshole than right now.

today was your birthday. a day which wonwoo had looked forward to for two years now. he had wanted to celebrate your following birthday with you, maybe plan something elaborate for you for once, but he had unfortunately been on tour at the time, causing you to be separated during that day. this only made him want to put even more effort into your birthday next year, which was now. today. the day in which he had ultimately forgotten your birthday.

there was not much to it. he had a nice day planned for you. he wasn't too good with surprises, so he had let you know in advance, allowing you to prepare yourself accordingly. you both had work that day, so he had planned a candlelit dinner for you, having even learned how to cook your favorite foods just to add that extra layer of care. the original plan was to come home from work early - earlier than you - and follow the recipes he had gone over with mingyu a few times over the past few weeks. it was simple, concise and direct. there was very little room for failure. but it had still somehow managed to slip his mind. he wanted to blame mingyu for his insistence in going back to their shared apartment after practice, something about some game he wanted to show him. but he couldnt blame his clueless friend, it wasnt his responsibility to know your birthday. he'd sworn he would only stay for an hour and then promptly leave to go home to you, but one hour turned into two and then three. it was a genuine slip of his mind, but that didn't make a difference.

wonwoo was quite surprised upon picking up his phone from where he'd left it charging upon arriving to his apartment, not realizing it had stayed on do not disturb the entire time. he was welcomed by a myriad of messages from you, all of them ranging in emotion.

from jagiya 💘:

(4:25) nonu?

(4:25) are you coming home soon?

(5:07) okay, its been almost an hour now. is everything okay?

(6:35) baby?

(6:48) i tried calling you already. where are you?

(6:48) just checked ur location and ur at ur apt. did you forget?

(9:02) it's been over two hours now ...

(9:15) okay, nevermind. don't come. we can just do this another day.

(9:16) i'll be out with some friends. goodnight.

his heart dropped more and more the more he read. he immediately went to call you and spam with responses, but found no reply from you. it only served him right. he would now spend the rest of the night dreading how to make it up to you, feeling the worst guilt he'd ever felt.

mingyu -

you'd always thought of mingyu as one of the sweetest men alive. he had helped you restore your faith in humanity, seeing him as the prime example of what a man should be. he was the most selfless person you'd ever met. ever since you'd begun dating (and even before that, if we're being honest), he had always been at your beck and call, providing you with anything you could possibly need. he'd love and take care of you in ways that you hadn't imagined possible. you'd never been disappointed by mingyu. but now you realize maybe you had flown too close to the sun. mingyu was just human after all. you shouldn't have felt as disappointed as you did. but you couldn't help your emotions, nor did you want to blame yourself over this.

the issue at hand was, today was your birthday. today, at least basing it on prior years, was always filled with the utmost love and affection a person could ever experience. all courtesy of one kim mingyu. he would wake you up with breakfast, rush you into the shower and hold you close to him as he washed your hair and whispered words of affirmation in your ear. he would proceed to take you somewhere pretty and have a full on photoshoot as he hyped you up from behind the camera. he would plan some special outing for the evening and end the day with a moonlit dinner from the beautiful view from his apartment's balcony. it was always such a dream. but this birthday in particular had been the outlier.

he unfortunately had a comeback on the same week of your birthday, causing his schedule to be more hectic than usual. he had a few things scheduled for your birthday itself, but knowing mingyu you knew he would at least come home to you that night and shower you with as much love as his exhausted self could. but that never came. you waited and waited, knowing mingyu's day had ended hours ago. at some point you simply gave up and called him, wondering where he was, if maybe something was wrong. however, his response was one that left you feeling dejected, something mingyu had never made you feel.

"gyu? where are you?", you'd said as soon as he picked up.

"hm? hi, baby. i'm at the shared apartment. wonwoo hyung wanted to leave early today. what's up, baby?"

not even a quick 'happy birthday'? did he really not remember? you felt kind of embarrassed at having gotten your hopes up for yet another year of special treatment from your boyfriend.

"uhh, nothing gyu. just checking in. are you staying there tonight?"

"yeah. thought it'd be easier since it's a bit closer to the company than your place. is that okay? sorry, baby. i shouldve let you know beforehand," even when he was unknowingly hurting your feelings he managed to be a sweetheart.

"it's fine, gyu. have a goodnight. you must be tired."

"okay, pretty," he giggled boyishly at the phone, fully clueless of your feelings, "sleep tight. love you!"

"yeah, bye."

you'd never hung up on him before a quick 'i love you' before. it mightve a dumb thing to even care about, but you knew that to mingyu's romantic nature it meant everything. which is why you weren't surprised when twenty minutes later your phone began to be flooded by calls and messages from the man, at first wondering why you had hung up like that, only to then evolve into him begging for forgiveness as he explained that he had forgotten your special day, and that it had taken wonwoo's reminder that your birthday fell this week for him to realize his mistake. but this was now his problem to deal with. if he wanted forgiveness, he'd have to come and get it.

vernon -

vernon had a bit of a tendency of being forgetful. it only came hand in hand with his tendency of being a little distracted while out and about. he wasn't careless by any means, but he could sometimes be too in his own world to notice what happened around him. which would sometimes get him into hot waters with you.

he hadn't noticed your hints, he swears! he didn't hear the suggestive tones nor the subtle nudges you'd been giving him for the past month. he hadn't thought much of it when you began texting him about places you two should visit soon, nor when you'd began to talk more about certain interests you'd been having as of late. he had just assumed you were trying to make conversation, so he treated it as such.

when your birthday had actually come, vernon hadn't known it was anything other than an ordinary day. he woke up, making sure to not wake you in the process. he'd gotten up, headed to the company, and followed his regular schedule. it was a particularly busy day, so going on his phone had been mostly out of the question. the two of you weren't really in the habit of texting much throughout the day, usually choosing to just catch up with each other at night when you could lay in bed together and dissect each other's days. he spent a majority of the day fully disconnected from outside contact, focusing solely on the harsh new choreo they needed to memorize for next week's awards show. he knew you were aware it was a busy time of the year for the industry he worked in, so he felt it fine to stay a little extra time today without messaging you first. this was something that happened from time to time anyway, so it shouldn'tve been a problem, right? or at least that's what he thought until he finally plucked his phone out of his bag, where it had been hiding the entire day.

from: baby 😖:

(9:23) u left so early :((

(9:23) shouldve woken me up so i could say goodbye!

(12:58) nonnie, it's been a few hours now ... did u forget something?

(1:20) no reply still?

(1:21) did you actually forget? :(

(1:21) i've been hinting at it for a month. i thought u were being obtuse on purpose :(

(1:48) can u at least come home a little early today? im sure soonyoung wont mind

(2:35) okay, ill take that as a no :(

(4:48) hansol ...

(6:12) okay, i guess you're gonna be home later than usual today.

(7:10) it's my birthday btw, in case it didnt click by now.

(7:16) maybe you should stay at the dorms tonight. not really in the mood for you to spend the night. im sorry. love you

fucking hell. vernon had never felt like more of a careless asshole. he had spent the entire day away from you, completely clueless to the fact that it was the love of his life's birthday. you weren't one to ask for much, so he knew a simple happy birthday accompanied by even just his presence for a shared meal wouldve been more than enough to make you happy. but his stupid distracted self couldn't even muster enough care for that. he wasnt sure what to do now. should he go to your apartment and beg for forgiveness? or stay here, like a dog with his tail between his legs as he pondered some way to make it up to you? all he knew was that he messed up. hugely.

a/n: i hate writing unresolved angst but uhh yeah if u want a pt 2 lmk <3

[omg-i-think-i-like-you]

Steve loves a clean car. His BMW is always neat, in and out. He forces the kids to take all their garbage with them as they spill out of his car and looks for leftover crumbs after they ate, absolutely not caring when he begs them not to. He washes it thoroughly every Saturday morning, never skipping it. Everyone knows it's his busy morning, and don't bother him. Usually Robin comes over and makes herself at home, but she knows he won't even look at her until he's done.

"You don't think it's a bit much?" Eddie arrived a few minutes after Steve started cleaning one morning. It was a hot day and Steve was in his old short basketball pants, and wasn't wearing a shirt. He had music blasting from the car radio, and he ignored Eddie completely.

"Stevie," he tried again, walking closer to him, "come on..." He batted his eyelashes and smiled teasingly.

"Eddie, please," Steve said impatiently while scrubbing the back windshield. "I'm cleaning."

"I can see that, and that's why I'm asking, don't you think it's a bit much? you do it every week."

"No, I don't. It's important to me." He took a deep breath, not letting Eddie ruin this for him.

"I don't get it," Eddie shrugged, "it'll get dirty again the second all your munchkins get in tomorrow, so what's the point?" He leaned against the car with his hand, imprinting his palm on the window.

Steve was getting visibly angry now, trying to talk without raising his voice, "the point, Eddie, is that it's important to me, okay?" He threw the dirty rug into the soapy water bucket, crouching down to clean and reuse it, "please, make yourself busy, find something inside to eat, get in the pool, I don't care. just- please, let me finish."

Eddie shrugged again, "as you wish, Stevie boy, enjoy your pointless task." and he disappeared into the big house.

Steve pinched his nose bridge and took a deep breath, and then got back to his routine.

-------------------------------------------------------

Steve woke up spooning Eddie from the back. He took a short look at his watch to see it wasn't even 6am. It was a Tuesday, and both of them didn't have work until the afternoon, so technically he could just go back to sleep and enjoy a late morning, but a plot has started to write itself in his head.

He stayed there for a few more minutes, hearing Wayne coming in and going straight to his room after his shift, and then he slowly detached himself from Eddie, doing his very best not to wake him up. He successfully got out of bed and out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

He opened the cupboard under the kitchen sink, looking for cleaning supplies. He found a sponge, some rugs and a bucket, a window cleaning solution and dish soap. He sighed and took them all out, and then grabbed a few plastic bags and slowly got out of the trailer, trying not to drop anything.

When he placed everything on the gravel, the sun started to come out and birds were chirping. He took a deep breath in, he loved the morning air, before everyone woke up it felt cleaner, somehow.

He opened the hose and started filling up the bucket with water, and added the dish soap. He then threw in the sponges and rugs and let them soak.

He opened the front door of Eddie's van, prepared for a mess, but not that much of a mess. Actual food was all over the floor, which made Steve wonder how the pedals even work. The dashboard was sticky and empty snack packages were all over the place, but mostly stuck between the chairs. Steve couldn't blame it all on Eddie, because he knew the Corroded Coffin guys took the van sometimes too. He also couldn't remember when was the last time he actually was in the van. When they went out together they almost always took Steve's car, mostly because Eddie's driving made Steve fear for his life, but maybe also because he just didn't feel comfortable in Eddie's car? He couldn't tell.

He started picking up trash into a plastic bag. In the beginning he went slowly, trying to touch as little as he can, but when his hand dipped in a brown thing he hoped was melted chocolate, he gave into it and grabbed piles of dirt, filling bag after bag.

When he was done with that, he started hitting the seats, making crumbs and sand and probably living things jump into the air. He then took out the car's carpets and shook them from all the crumbs he just dropped on them, banging them on the ground and giving them a wipe with a soaped up rug. He cleaned the air-conditioning vents, the windows from the inside and made sure the stirring wheel didn't glue to his hands.

He finished the interior of the car after 6:30am. He shut the doors and opened the hose again. He sprayed water all over the big van, getting it all wet. Then he took the soap, and squeezed the bottle, covering the car with green stripes.

He took one of the sponges out of the bucket and started scrubbing. He scrubbed every single inch on the van, the windows, the door handles, the bumper, the licensing plates, the wheel rims and even the exhaust. He knew it didn't make sense, but he did it anyway.

He opened the water again, washing the car from all the foam, and watched the dirt dripping down, exposing a shiny van, that smelled like clean dishes. He took a dry rug and went over the entire van, wiping away the excess water and leaving it nice and ready to go.

He got rid of the now dirty water bucket, washed all the rugs and sponges and threw away the ones that weren't usable anymore. He took everything back inside, put it in its place and hopped in the shower.

When he joined Eddie in bed, the latter mumbled in his sleep, "where did you go..?"

Steve kissed him on the cheek, "just the bathroom," and he fell asleep again with Eddie in his arms.

The two boys woke up around 10am, stumbled out of bed and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. Steve was cooking eggs while Eddie made them both coffee when he gasped and ran out of the trailer. Steve looked through the window to see Eddie running and then standing in front of the van in shock, turned off the stove and ran out too.

He placed himself next to Eddie who slowly turned his head towards him, "what the fuck..." He whispered.

"What?" Steve asked, innocently.

"Did you do that..?" Eddie was still half whispering, and opened the driver's door, "Steve!" He sat in front of the wheel, "this entire car smells like you! you did this!"

Steve completely forgot he sprayed his aftershave in the car when he finished cleaning. He also couldn't tell from Eddie's tone whether or not he was happy about this whole thing, so he just said, "yeah..?"

Eddie jumped back out and hugged Steve tightly, and then gave him a wet kiss on the cheek, "thank you."

Steve, who was utterly confused, pushed Eddie away a bit, examining his face, "are you okay?"

Eddie beamed, "of course I'm okay! my van is clean and smells like you, and you did this all for me. I honestly don't deserve you, Stevie."

"What??" Steve threw his hands, "I thought it'd piss you off! I did that to piss you off! why aren't you pissed off??!"

Eddie was the one confused now, "why would I be pissed off? also, why would you even want to piss me off in the first place?" he crossed his arms and tapped his bare foot on the gravel, trying to erase the amused expression off his face.

"Because," Steve opened, "You always annoy me and tease me about how me cleaning my car every week is pointless, so I thought you just hate clean cars altogether, so I decided to clean yours. You're supposed to be pissed because you think clean cars are pointless." He finished and crossed his arms too, mirroring Eddie.

Eddie started laughing, loud and hard, and came to hug Steve again, "Gosh, Stevie, my sweetheart, I love your clean car. I love how you're so tidy, I love to see how the kids subconsciously copy you and clean after themselves, I love how you always put everything back in place, I love how there are never dirty dishes in your sink, and never piles of dirty clothes waiting to be washed. I love how you mindlessly pick up my stuff around my room and dust the record player, I love how you change my bedsheets. If anything, me picking on you for cleaning your car was out of pure jealousy. I wish I was a bit more like you. I know we never take my car because it's so messy, but I wish I could drive you some places without feeling bad about the way it smells," Steve made a face and Eddie giggled, "Okay, I don't have to drive, but thanks to you, we actually can take the van now. It's a lot more compatible for road trips and camping. We can do those things now." He smiled and Steve smiled too.

"I'm sorry I did it behind your back..." Steve said looking down and Eddie held his chin back up.

"No, it's for the best. I don't think I'd be able to handle the embarrassment, seeing the condition of this car," he made a disgusted face, "thank you for bringing it back to a normal state. I promise I'll try to keep it as clean as I can." He put a hand on his heart and Steve released a chuckle.

"Yeah, okay," He raised an eyebrow, "or you can just ask me to do that, I actually do enjoy it."

Eddie rolled his eyes and pushed Steve into the van, "I still don't believe that, Stevie boy."

He started the car and they drove off, with Steve holding onto his seat and begging Eddie to slow down.

[ketso]

Episode 37

Risuna only went to sleep after 4am. Now he’s up again and it is only 6am. Keith is asleep. You know what, maybe if I take him for a walk he will calm down or something.

I get up, wear some gym clothes, sneakers and a cap. I dress him up in some tracksuit too. It’s a bit rainy outside, so I don’t want him to get cold.

I have to wake Keith up to put his stroller together. He’s the only one who can do that.

“Where are you guys going?” He asks me as he puts the stroller together. I’m feeding Risuna my boob.

“Just a walk. I just want to calm him down and put him to sleep.” I say.

“I can walk with you guys if that’s okay”, he says.

“You not going back to sleep?”

“Nah, I’ll walk with you guys. Let me just get changed.”

We now walk outside. It’s a few kilometres to the gate. Then as we get out, we are now on the road, still within our estate.

Risuna is fighting sleep in his stroller, I don’t know why. But he’s definitely a lot more calm.

Keith is holding the umbrella that he and I are walking under.

“How are you feeling today?” I ask him.

“I’m okay. Just a bit tired. Little man kept us up all night. My mom thinks we should do a ritual for him. We don’t know what energy is stuck on him since the incident.” He says.

“That’s not a bad idea. I think that would be great, actually.”

“I’ll ask her to do something possibly for tomorrow. Then maybe…”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe I can send a letter to your family. I’d like to pay lobola for you before we head to Tholoana Kingdom permanently.” He says.

I look at him.

He looks at me.

“I love you, Basetsana. I really do. I hate this tension that is happening between us. We love each other. That’s not in dispute here. And I’m so sorry for everything. I want you to go to Tholoana Kingdom as my wife. Please marry me, Risuna’s mother?”

I actually chuckle. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry.

I just hug him.

He lifts me up and kisses me.

“I love you.” I tell him.

He holds me much tighter.

Oh, and our kid finally passed out.

-

It’s 2pm now. We are all waking up. We passed out after the walk. We needed the nap. We really did.

I quickly shower while Keith entertains Risuna. When I’m done, I head back to the bedroom where Keith and Risuna are.

“Mom says we should arrive today. The ritual will happen first thing in the morning. You’ll have to sleep over at my house too… with him. And the letter was sent to your family. Your mom should phone you soon.”

I smile at him.

“Uhm, listen… I saw something on TikTok. How about you try to take a shower with him? Apparently, it’s calms the kids down. Look”, I say, showing him the video I’m talking about on TikTok.

He looks at it then laughs.

“So, are you going to watch us do this?” He asks me.

I already know where his mind is taking him.

“Well, what are you still hiding from me?” I say, going there with him.

“Well, he hasn’t been entertained in a while. What will come from you watching me… naked… and…”

I just laugh and tell him to get showering. He just laughs.

I watch both him and Risuna get naked. He’s busy biting his lip as he undresses.

I’m saved by my cellphone ringing.

It’s my mother.

I show him my phone. He leaves with Risuna.

“Mama, hi.”

“I just received a letter from Keith’s family that he wants to pay lobola.” I’m not sure if she’s happy or what.

“Yeah. We are moving to Tholoana Kingdom. We want to move married.”

“I see. I guess that explains the urgency. They are only giving us two weeks to prepare.”

“Yeah, Keith starts a new job a month from now. We have to be moved into the new house by then.” I say.

“Okay. So, Keith is ready?”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s ready to pay?”

“I believe so. But le wena uskam’bolaya hle. We still have to live.” I say.

“Uskang’phaphela wena.”

“Mama, I’m serious. Don’t be unreasonable.”

“And don’t sell yourself short.”

“We are leaving for Tholoana Kingdom in three weeks’ time. We would like to do it right. If you are going to mess with that, we will move anyway. Keith wants to do right by our family and me. But if you won’t let it happen, just know that we will do it anyway.”

“Basetsana-

“Mama, I have to go. I’m getting ready. We are preparing to leave. Re yetsa msebetsi for Risuna habo-Keith. I’ll see you tomorrow after everything.”

“O tlo robala ko teng?” My mom.

“Yes. I have to. For Risuna.”

“You are not makoti wabona. Wena o tlo robala mo!”

“This is for my son. When it comes to him, I don’t negotiate. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“These are the things that will make me charge that family for disrespecting us like this.”

“Try me, mama. Remember I have an ID now. I don’t need your permission for anything anymore. Try me.” I say then I hang up.

I take a deep breath.

…

We arrive in Sebokeng just after 7pm. Keith’s brothers are already here. Samuel’s wife is here. Masingita is not here. But, Michael is here… with his son… the son that he has with some hidden girlfriend. His name is MJ. He’s very bubbly shame. He and Risuna are driving us crazy with their noise already. His son is a toddler. But he seems to be playing with Risuna very well.

“Congratulations! We heard the big news”, Michael says to me.

I smile then say, “thank you.”

“We have been waiting for this day since the day this fool came home with snots all over his face, crying because you wouldn’t let him walk you home.” Samuel says.

We all laugh.

“Really? You are going to tell that story right now?” Keith says and we all laugh.

“Bassie, you’ve done a number on this guy since we were all kids. I’m so happy that it’s finally paying off. He’s been stressing because of you.” Michael. I just laugh, honestly.

Then their father walks in.

TENSE!

“Riperile”, he greets us.

“Dumela”, I’m the only one that greets back.

Keith gives me a look.

“Thank you for your manners”, he says to me. Then he looks at his sons and says, “I’m greeting you all! You think you can come into my house and not greet me?”

They all still ignore him.

Their mother comes into the kitchen.

“Keng? What’s with the shouting?” She asks.

“Your sons! They can’t even greet me in my own house!” The dad.

“Dumedisang ntate wa lona!” The mother says to them.

They all look at her.

“NOW! AND I’M NOT ASKING!” The mother.

Michael is the first to get up.

The brothers follow.

We are all suddenly saying goodnight to each other and heading to different bedrooms. Keith has long taken Risuna too. Michael took MJ.

TENSE!

…

I can literally hear my parents fighting. My dad is upset that we didn’t greet him. Seriously? Does he blame us? Did he tell us when he was leaving us to for another woman? After years of beating my mother up while living off her payslip because he lost his job in the mines? Then he leaves the house to live wherever, abusing my mom from there by demanding that she sends him money every month… only for him to spend it with his women. He even built a house for another woman with that money. As my brothers and I grew up and found jobs, he told my mom that we must send him money. When we refused, he’d demand that my mother sends him her full salary because we were looking after her. He’s an asshole! He’s a bully! He’s the epitome of everything that I’d never wish to be to my wife and child.

Then my mom has to go look for him and find him every time something family related has to happen, because he can’t even be responsible enough for that!

“Keith”, I hear Bassie say.

She’s clearly also not sleeping. I’m sure if even the neighbours can hear this screaming match. My mom is speaking softly, it’s my dad that is yelling like a mad man. Risuna is also wide awake. He’s sitting on top of my lower stomach.

“Yeah?” I answer her.

“Your dad is not going to hit your mom or anything, right?”

“I don’t know. But she clearly loves this life. She could’ve cut this person out of her life a long time ago. We’ve all been more than fine without him. Why does she keep going back to him? What is she missing? If it’s sex, she could’ve just met another man and had sex with him. We would’ve tolerated that over this piece of shit.” I say.

“Shit?!” Risuna.

Bassie and I look at each other.

We try our best to not react.

“Sorry.” I say.

“Sorry”, Risuna says.

“The next thing, they call us in here for a nonsense meeting.” I tell her.

“You never told me about those meetings… for Michael and Masingita… or the one where you all had to be present.”

By the way…

It’s because the accident happened and eish-

“Well, which meeting should I start with?”

She shrugs her shoulders.

“Michael’s and Masingita’s meeting was annoying… very annoying! Masingita was crying the whole time. Now it looks like Michael is crazy. She neither denied nor confirmed anything. Michael said his piece. Masingita just sat there and cried. We even took recess in that damn meeting so that she could pull herself together. But even after the recess, she came back and cried again. I feel like it was a delay tactic. Because her family then said that maybe we should meet up again another weekend to discuss the matter further and hear from Masingita. Thank God Michael was not about that. He told them that when he leaves the meeting, he’s headed to see a lawyer to initiate the divorce so that he could marry the mother of his son. Yerrr! Masingita changed. Suddenly, she ran out of tears, then started swearing at Michael because he cheated and had a kid with MJ’s mother. She says that’s the reason why she cheated in the first place. Which is a lie! Because the kid she has Michael raising is older than MJ.”

Bassie’s eyes widen, then her face does all these expressions. Clearly, she should’ve been there herself.

“Then Masingita started throwing shit around, trying to hit Michael, Samuel and me. She said we helped him be a disgusting husband. Then she came for all of us, even referencing how I’ve treated you.”

Now she looks annoyed.

“Jwale nna ke kena kai?” She says.

She can see that this is hurting me a bit.

She kisses me.

I smile at her.

I continue, “So that meeting ended with a “fuck you” from both sides. The families didn’t even know how to resolve the issues because no one could get to the source of their issues. All we took from that meeting is that there was a lot *effing* around in that marriage and they were together just for their child. Now that the child doesn’t belong to both of them, there’s nothing else that is keeping them together. Masingita is too ashamed to be a returned soldier, that’s why she’s trying to get elders to stop the divorce or separation. But Michael is over it. He’s over her. He’s moved out of their house and is living in the apartment that he put his son and the mother in. He’s been staying with them. Once the assets are sold and divided, they’ll get a better and bigger place.”

“Yoh. She tried to phone me.” She says.

“For what now?!” Masingita talking to Bassie ANNOYS me.

“She was trying to tell me her side of the story. She even said that Michael treats her like how your dad treats your mother”.

“What the fuck?!”

“And she was basically talking shit about MJ’s mother. She said MJ’s mother has been trying to separate her from Michael to the point where she used muthi on Michael. Imagine. And apparently MJ’s mother cursed her to not have kids with Michael so she could be the only one that gives Michael children. Also, she said that MJ’s mother is pregnant again.”

“The pregnant part is true. That’s why Michael wants to marry her now. But everything else… she did that crap to herself then she blames muthi? I guess that’s the black man’s curse. You get served your own karma then blame witchcraft as opposed to your actions.”

“I asked her to stop phoning me because it’s uncomfortable. She got mad at me and said how could I say that to her. Of everyone, I should understand her position because of how you and Noria treated me.”

“I’m going to kill her.”

She just shakes her head.

“What happened in the other meeting?” She asks me.

Before I can even answer her, we hear my mom screaming and shit being moved and falling over the place. I put Risuna in Bassie’s arms, jump out of the bed and head out the room.

My brothers are here too.

My dad is whipping my mother with his walking stick and she’s falling, trying to get away from his beatings. Michael and I pull him off our mother. She’s bleeding and crying. Sam is the one who is trying to help her up and stop her crying.

My dad is still swearing at my mother, then Michael and I both hit him, taking his walking stick and hitting him with it too.

I hate this man! Why is he even here?!

-

In all the madness, we were able to do the ritual. Now that it’s done, I want my father to leave. I want him to pack his shit and leave us alone. He must go back to wherever he was and never return. I’m just grateful that even Risuna seems lighter. He’s not crying as much anymore.

We are eating now. Bassie has gone to see her mother. She went with Risuna and MJ. She’s the one who was basically mothering them. Sam’s wife is being weird today. Even now, she’s in the bedroom alone while the three of us are in here. I don’t know where my dad is, but he left after the ritual. My mom is sleeping. We gave her painkillers after Bassie helped her to clean her cuts where she was bleeding from. She’s really hurt. Bassie said her mother would come and check up on her when we leave.

My mother and Bassie’s mother have a love-hate relationship. I think it will be resolved once I pay lobola for Bassie. They always fight because Bassie’s mother believes that I don’t deserve Bassie. She always shits on my mother for shit that goes down between Bassie and me. But I’m grateful that she does have an element of care in her for me and my mother.

“And then? You and the Mrs?” Mike asks Sam.

“She’s team Masingita. So, she’s mad at all of us.” Sam explains.

“For what exactly?” Mike.

“Ey, Masingita phoned her and went on and on about a lot of shit.” Sam.

“Masingita phoned Bassie too. But Bassie told her not to phone her again. And apparently, she popped off at Bassie for saying that.” I say.

“What exactly does Masingita expect your women to do?” Mike.

“Side with her, convince us to convince you to not leave her.” Sam says.

I didn’t get that. I just think she’s being a victim unnecessarily.

Mike is shaking his head and getting upset.

“Anyway, Noria is arrested”, I say… changing the topic.

“How is she taking it?” Sam.

“I went to see her. She demanded to see me - that’s the condition she gave me if I wanted her to back off. So I went. But, in me going, we had set her up so that the police would know where she is and capture her again. Now she’s somewhere in a prison in Cullinan, in isolation. She has enough money to bribe pretty much anyone to help her escape, so they don’t want any prison wardens close enough to her for her to even bribe them to get out.” I explain.

“Shit man.” Mike.

“They ran her prints and other crimes appeared… crimes that she’s been running away from and keeping people on a payroll to not pursue. So over and above the kidnapping charges, she’s facing two murder charges. She could have killed Bassie… or my son. Imagine!”

“To think she and Masingita are close. Should I be worried?” Mike.

“Ey… good luck, dude. I’m actually scared of what’s about to happen to you if Masingita learns anything from Noria.” I say.

He’s quite stressed.

“When do you leave to that kingdom?” Sam.

“After I pay lobola for Bassie.” I say.

“Maybe we should consider moving there.” Mike.

“Imagine… all of us running away from bitches we once fucked and married. How much bad luck do we have?” Me.

“It’s that shit that our mother chose to be our father. He is a walking omen. Now he’s put that bad luck on us!” Michael.

We just sit in silence and wonder a little bit. How did we get to this point?

…

I’ve just been called for a visit. It’s the first visit I’ve had since I’ve been brought to this prison. I’m treated like some dangerous criminal who could harm anything and everything in front of me. I’m not a bad person. I just don’t like people who deliberately hurt me or disturb the things that make me happy or keep me stable. All I do is fight back and protect myself. So, if you’ve never done anything to hurt me or disturb the things that make me happy, you and I could even be best friends.

Let’s talk about my charges. They sound bizarre. I just need to tell my side of the story.

The kidnapping charge is for Keith’s son. I didn’t kidnap that child. I wanted to talk to its dad so that we could fix things. The only way that he would give me the time of day is if I had his son. I took that child to the best hospital and it got the best healthcare, recovering faster than what it would have had it depended on its mother. I mean, she did give birth at Bara. So, what I did can be referred to as babysitting. No one kidnaps anyone then does what I did for that child. Please man!

The two murder charges against me.

The first one happened when I was sixteen. My brother and I had gone out to get dinner. I was very close with him. He was my best friend. He was my hero. He was my everything. He was part of a gang. He lived in the Cape flats for some time. When he came back this side, I was happy. I went everywhere with him. He taught me how to use a gun. He taught me how to stab someone as a warning as well as to stab someone to kill them. So trust me, if I want you dead, you are dead. That’s why I don’t understand Keith and his thing when they say that I’m a danger to them. If I wanted them dead, they’d be dead.

Anyway…

So, my brother and I were going to get dinner for our family. It was his turn to buy dinner for everyone, and he had just heard about a new fast-food restaurant that we all agreed we would try. He took me with him to the shop. When we arrived, my brother stepped out of the car to order the food. He told me to stay in the car. He was my hero, so I never asked questions. I just said okay.

While I was in the car, I saw this car park behind us… and the way that they walked just told me that they were here for my brother. And they did follow him in. I heard gunshots go off. So, I pulled out his gun, thinking I was going to help him deal with those losers that were like six against him… cowards.

But I got there, he was the one lying in a pool of his own blood. I shot each and every one of those moegoes! Then I sat next to my brother’s body. I couldn’t just leave him there. In no time, my parents arrived to see his body to a morgue, then I was taken by the police for murdering the six moegoes.

Dad got me out.

The second murder charge…

I was in a holding cell after having been arrested for drunken driving with some friends. It was after my bachelorette party, a week before my wedding to Keith. The gang members who had my brother killed found out that I was arrested and wanted revenge because I had killed six of their men. Yerrr, I was not going to make Keith a widower. Never! I had met the man of my dreams and I was going to have my happily ever after with him. She had weapons. I had nothing. So, I broke the light inside the cell and used the pieces to stab the girls who had been sent in for me. The cops came in to see what’s happening. I honestly thought that they were working with the gang. So, I stabbed them too. They all died. Like I said... I know how to stab to kill.

Dad bailed me out.

This time, he can’t do anything for me because he is now being investigated as it is almost elections time. So, he needs to appear to be a law abiding citizen so that he can keep his position. Someone leaked information of me being arrested as well as information of my charges. He had to use it as a campaign opportunity, and I understand. So right now, I’m the example of no one being above the law. But as soon as the heat is off me, I’m out of here. This is temporary. Believe that!

I finally get to see my visitor. It’s Masingita… my fellow makoti there by the Nkunas. Ja neh.

“Hey girl”, I greet her as I sit down.

“Girl! I’ve been coming here every single visiting day. They keep turning me away. Kanti what did you do wena?”

I just laugh at her. I know she’s here to complain about Michael. She always does.

“What’s up girl? You look good”, I say to her.

“How? I’m about to lose everything.” She says.

I knew it.

“Michael again?”

“Girl, who else would it be? He found out.”

“Found what out?”

“About our daughter. He found out that she’s not his.”

This girl! Do I have to teach her everything? How could she not keep that part secured at least?

“How did he find out?” I ask her.

“I don’t know what made him suspicious. Then he went and had a paternity test behind my back.”

“Those Nkuna boys. Yerrr! And it’s probably his baby-mama that made him sniff in that direction. No man is THAT smart.” I tell her.

“Eish, that girl! And she’s pregnant again. I’ve tried to reach out to everyone to help me. Everyone is just on Michael’s team. And he wants a divorce. Ria, you need to help me”, she says.

I actually laugh because really, does she not see where I am?

I finally ask her, “how am I going to help you, Masingita? Do you see where I am? No one is even allowed to speak to me here - including guards.”

“What did you do?” She asks me.

I just shake my head at her.

“Keith is leaving the country”, she tells me.

I don’t know why a part of me dies. She sees it.

“He’s paying lobola for Basetsana in two weeks’ time, then they are off to Tholoana Kingdom.”

“Why there specifically?” I ask her.

“I don’t know. I think Keith got a job there or something.”

Now I feel like crying. If they move there then put my name on the blacklist of people who should never enter the country, I could never see Keith again. Bassie wants me far away from the man that I love. She’s doing this on purpose!

“When do they leave?” I ask.

“After he pays lobola”, she says.

Yoh.

“I need to go”, I say and stand up.

“But we are not done talking. Ria! Hai bo!” She chants as I just ask to be taken back to my cell. I’m not happy. I need a minute to myself. I just need to…

My whole world has just ended…

[smoochkooks]

—hymne a l’amour (m.)

⟶ pairing: park jimin/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, tiny bits of angst

⟶ word count: 5.5k

⟶ summary: it’s valentine’s day and your boyfriend decides to surprise you in more ways than one. and when you’re dating park jimin, cocky, smart and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of absolutely nothing.

⟶ warnings: dom!jimin, sub!reader, big dick!jimin, sir kink, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, ass slapping, dirty talk, use of degrading names, unprotected sex, mentions of jimin having a daddy kink, jimin being disgustingly sweet boyfriend, oc having at least 2 (two) mental breakdowns, cringy valentine’s day presents

this is eldorado valentine’s day special but it can be read as a standalone. enjoy! xx

Spending Valentine's Day in the city of Paris is like walking through the streets of Beijing and smelling the strong essence of soy sauce and chicken every time you take a breath.

Overwhelming.

(Or at least that's what you think is a good comparison, since you've never stood your foot in Beijing before.)

Paris seems to be on another level when it comes to celebrating Valentine's Day. It's because that's the city of love, someone may say, but no, my friend, it's not just that. French grammar isn't the only stupid thing about said country. Citizens are even weirder, in more ways than one. It's the Eiffel Tower and the smell of garlic that disguises it all when you first visit France.  

A week before February 14th, restaurants, cafees and grocery shops are all covered from head to toe in red hearts, chubby cupids, big teddy bears, various kinds of roses and, at the top of that – everywhere you focus your eyes on, you spot those huge inscriptions where words ‘love’ and ‘I love you’ are spelled in hundred different types of swirly fonts.

It's all too kitschy for your liking but tourists and locals don’t actually mind it even a bit. Once a year Paris turns into a set of the most cliché rom-com and no matter how irksome it might feel, you just have to survive this festival of boofonery.

You've always despised Valentine's Day with every fiber of your being (mostly because you hadn’t had anyone you could actually spend this day with) but your judgement took a sharp three-sixty turn when certain blond, charismatic man entered your life. Now, while you’re happily taken, a romantic dinner and a bouquet of red roses don’t sound that bad.  

But when you're dating someone like Park Jimin, a smart-ass, cocky and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of abosultely nothing.  

It's a little past ten, you’re laying in your king-size bed, a day before the actual Valentine's Day. Jimin informed you he was going to be late for dinner because of some extra paperwork he had to do in the office, so you patiently wait for him. Wrapped like a fancy Christmas gift in a new pair of flimsy, lacy lingerie you recently bought in Victoria’s Secret, all hidden underneath Jimin's baggy t-shirt (the combination of casual and slutty never fails to drive him crazy). The set is cute, in a baby pink colour. The last time you pulled a move like this, Jimin went hard, literally and lyrically.

Let's just say that Park Jimin (and his dick) likes high-quality underwear.

Dating Jimin has taught you a few things, one of them being that his sex drive is insatiable, so you always need to be prepared. That’s why you're now laying here, on your bed, freshly shaved and smelling of coconut, your precious pussy ready to be worshipped by Jimin's mouth.  

When you hear the familiar jingle of keys and the door to your apartment swings open, you squeal in excitement, grabbing your phone from the nightstand to scroll through it mindlessly so you don’t come across a girl whose only purpose in life is to get dicked down by her boyfriend.

(Which, right now, is your only purpose.)

“Babe, I’m home!”

You hear Jimin pulling off his shoes and coat, so you shout back, “I’m in the bedroom!”

He seemed to be in a good mood in the morning and if nothing's changed, you're positive about getting some action tonight. A well-deserved orgasm after work it's all you crave. You squeeze your thighs, and wait.

“God, I’m so fucking exhausted.” Jimin announces upon entering the room and as soon as those words leave his mouth, he collapses face down onto the bed. His lifeless corpse smells like sweat mixed with his usual cologne and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

And that’s on getting railed by your boyfriend tonight.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs after a moment, voice laced with tiredness. He grunts and lifts himself up to place a chaste kiss on your lips. He tastes like bitter coffee and it makes you cringe, but you kiss him back nonetheless. He pulls off too fast for your liking and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck instead. He cuddles into your side, mumbling something about you feeling warm.

In your head, you count. When was the last time you two had sex? Right, last Tuesday. Oh boy, what a night it was. Your ass still hurts a little while sitting on a chair, a byproduct of your boyfriend's palm landing smack after smack on your cheeks. Lesson learned: never smile too broadly to the waiter who blatantly flirsts with you. You're sure the whole appartment complex heard that night who makes you feel that good  

(As if they don’t already know.)

See? Park Jimin is unpredictable.

“How was work?’’ you decide to ask instead, clearing your thoughts from the inappropriate images of Jimin’s bare body pressed to yours as he fucked you that night. You thread your fingers through his blond locks just the way he likes, massaging his scalp.

He sighs, his words muffled when he speaks. “This new employee can’t do shit. I had to prepare everything before tomorrow's expedition by myself,” he says. “I have to tell Namjoon to fire his ass.”  

You falter your movements for a second. Right, the expedition. You completely forgot about it. Jimin's going to be out of town for the whole day, digging in the soil in some French village the name of you cannot pronounce.

It looks like your fancy lingerie has to wait for her big premiere a little longer.  

“What time are you planning to be back home?” you ask.

“Dunno. Probably late.” Jimin exhales loudly, his breath tickling your neck. His hand travels to your nude thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. You fight back a moan that threatens to spill from you mouth. You really need to get laid soon. “We set off at 6am.” he adds, tracing circles on your bare skin. Your smile drops.

So the plans for morning sex on Valentine's Day stay where they belong. In your dreams.  

“You're so soft. And you smell like coconuts. I could stay like this forever.” Jimin mumbles, circling your waist with his arms and pulling you even closer to him.  

You sigh, basking in this situation just for a while, stroking Jimin's hair and listening to his steady breathing until he eventually falls asleep. Still fully clothed, still with his hand on your thigh. Carefully, so you don’t wake him up, you get up from the bed to take off your underwear. You do feel a little disappointed, but it's okay.  

When you settle yourself on the bed next to Jimin again, your back facing him, a strong arm pulls you flush to his body. You hear him sighing with relief, and it makes you smile to yourself.  

Lights off, everything can wait for tomorrow.

In the morning, just like expected, you wake up alone. There's no sight of Jimin, his side of the bed empty and cold. For your dismay, there’s no bouquet of red roses waiting for you in the kitchen, no box of chocolates or a small, cheesy note with your name written on it. Not even a short “Happy Valentine's Day, baby!” text on your phone. Absolutely nothing.  

You tells yourself it’s fine. Maybe Jimin didn’t have enough time, maybe he was too occupied with expedition to prepare something special, maybe the big surprise is yet to come. However, you can’t quite shake off the feeling that something do seem odd and it makes you anxious. Leaving without a single text is not Jimin's style. Not when it's your first Valentine's Day spend together.

You probably shouldn’t worry that much. It's not a big deal, after all you hate those types of annual holidays and Jimin knows it. Yet something about the whole situation makes you uncontrollably uneasy. You have never been like this, vulnerable and sheepish. You hate Park Jimin for turning you into such a softie.

Walking through the streets of Paris makes you feel nauseous. You look at all the happy couples sucking each others’ faces for everyone to see and fight an urge to gag. Someone shouts “Love is in the air!” and you almost throw up. Everytime you see someone holding heart-shaped balloons or flowers, you whip your head in other direction. It's nothing, you keep reminding yourself. A stupid holiday that doesn’t mean anything at all.

But the actual nail to the coffin happens to be the atmosphere in Eldorado headquarters. It drives you absolutely crazy.

It's 12am and still no word from Jimin. You checked: this bastard was online one hour ago, so he just doesn’t want to talk to you. Fine, mister. If this is how you wanna play, try sucking your dick by yourself, beacuse I’m not getting near it anytime soon, you think to yourself, filled with rage.

Yeri wiggles her pretty eyebrows at you and asks about your plans for tonight. You fake a giggle, saying that Jimin will probably surprise you with something when he gets back from his expedition. The words taste bitter on your tongue, especially when the high hopes you had simply melted away this morning. Your friend then starts babbling about the restaurant she's going to with Jungkook after work and you listen to her rant with forced smile on your face the whole time.

Meanwhile, a few meters away from you Hoseok is giggling like a teenager, typing something on his phone, without a doubt (sex)texting his girlfriend. She's out of town and you’re more than sure Hoseok hasn't gone to bathroom ten minutes ago just to take a piss. Even Namjoon is in a pleasant mood today, humming some old ABBA hits under his breath. Yesterday he couldn’t shut up about his date with a girl who’s also his new neighbour. He met her when she came by to give him homemade croissants. Ironically, that sounds a lot like some kdrama lovestory to you, and Namjoon hates kdramas.

During lunch time, you scroll through your Instagram and almost slam your phone on the wall. There's a new photo uploaded on Kim Seokjin's account.  

kimseokjin92: Celebrating Valentine's Day on Maldives w @minsuga #couplegoals #boyfriends #valentinesday #loveislove

They are on fucking Maldives. Fucking Maldives! You grit your teeth. It's fine. Completely fine.

But the absolute peek, the moment when you almost break down into tears and curl yourself into a ball of misery, comes in the person of Jeon Jungkook. He enters the office with a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses you have ever seen, a huge grin plastered on his stupid face.

Your heart clenches in your chest. Park Jimin could never.  

Jungkook hands Yeri the flowers and she laughs, slapping his chest when he starts declaiming Romeo's monologue from the Shakespeare’s tragedy. He then kisses his girlfriend deeply and lovingly, making her cheeks flush in crimson. Hoseok coos at them, Namjoon following him. You swear you saw Jungkook's tongue in the process of said heavy make out session.  

(Jealously is an awful emotion, you've decided a long time ago.)

An hour later, the bouquet stands proudly on Yeri’s desk and you stare at it with melancholy. You briefly avert your gaze to Jimin's desk and the memories flash before your eyes. The same desk he had you bent over, skirt bunched around your waist and cock drilling into your pussy, when you both stayed together at work after hours not so long ago.  

You mentally slap yourself. Get your shit together, woman. It's not like he broke up with you. It's just some stupid holiday. It's nothing.

“Something's wrong?’’ Yeri asks you with genuine concern written on her face.  

You swallow, forcing yourself to smile. “No, everything's fine. Just a headache.”  

She eyes you suspiciously. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” you say. Even though your friend doesn’t look convinced, she eventually stops bothering you.

It's all good. My boyfriend forgot about our first Valentine's Day together but everything's alright. No worries, you want to say instead.  

Later that day, when you exit the elevator and walk straight to your apartment, a strange smell of something burning fills your nostrils. Is that food? A real fire? No, that's definitely some meat that stayed too long in the oven.

The closer you are, the smell becomes stronger, like it’s actually coming from your apartment. You furrow your eyebrows.

“What the fuck.” you mutter to yourself.  

When you open the door, your jaw falls slack, eyes wide like saucers.

Never, in your entire life, had you thought  you would see Park Jimin, your own dearest boyfriend, popping out from the kitchen with his hair disheveled, sweat coating his forehead, wearing a black suit underneath the most ridiculous apron you have ever seen: pink with a big-ass ‘mr good lookin is cookin' written in the middle.  

(Can someone remind you why are you dating him? Oh, thank God he isn’t naked underneath.)

He looks completely lost when he spots you, waving awkwardly in your direction. It's probably the first time he touched something in the kitchen that isn’t coffee machine. He’s so flustered that you almost forget he nearly turned your apartment into ashes.

“Hi, babe.” he says sheepishly.

It takes all the willpower you hold not to spit a lung watching your boyfriend who absolutely hates cooking, trying to look unimpressed by the smell of burnt food. He does a pretty poor job though, an apron not helping in the situation.

“Happy Valentine's Day!’’ he exclaims perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, approaching you and planting a kiss on your cheek. And after that, you burst into hysterical laughter.  

(Seriously, you almost lose your own breath three times.)

Jimin looks terrified but most importantly – put out. You’re probably hurting his enormous, almost the size of Russia pride right now. (Not your fault Jimin has the biggest praise kink on the planet.)  

“Why are you laughing? Is it because of the chicken? Fine, I can’t cook for shit but I tried, okay? I didn’t have enough time and it was the middle of the night in Korea so I couldn’t just facetime my mum for advice and-”

You interrupt his rambling with a searing kiss, effectively shutting him up. He falters for a moment but quickly catches up, pulling you closer to him, placing his hands on your waist and deepening the kiss.  

But then, when his about to trail kisses down your throat, you hit his arm.

“What was that for?!” Jimin yelps, looking at you with astonishment.

“I thought you fucking forgot about the Valentine’s Day!” you yell, slapping his chest. “Why didn't you tell me about this?!”

“Because the definition of surprise says you can’t reveal it sooner?” he reponds in a mocking tone.

“Oh, shut up.” you grumble and pull him in for another kiss. You could feel him smiling into it, cheekily biting onto your lower lip. He places a loving peck on your forehead and brushes the strands of your hair behind your ears. There's so much affection in his eyes you could melt into a puddle right here and there.

“I’m sorry. Jungkook told me you looked upset the whole day.” he whispers.

“I wasn't!” you protest.

“He told me you almost cried when he gave Yeri a bouquet of red roses.”  

This stupid brat.

You look up at Jimin. “Fine. I was mad. And sad. Everyone was having the time of their lives and here I was, on a verge of mental breakdown because my idiot of a boyfriend supposedly forgot about the Valentine's Day.” you say, crossing your arms over chest with a pout.  

Jimin rolls his eyes and takes your hand, leading you to the living room, where a bottle of (your absolute favourite) wine is standing on the table, along with candles and, yes, red roses. It's too cheesy and straight from the cringy rom-coms but you don't mind, because it's Jimin and he poured his heart into this and it's all that matters.

When he approaches you again, he isn’t wearing that stupid apron and you blush at how perfect he looks, almost painfully handsome. His hair needs a cut so it’s pushed back from his forehead. God reincarnated in the form of a smart, cocky archeologist who happens to be your boyfriend.

You're, well, in your black jeans and baby blue sweater and you probably stink, but Jimin assures you with his loving touches he doesn’t mind, never will. He always does that, looking at you with those sparkling eyes which say you're the most beautiful thing in the world for him.

And it doesn't matter how many times you scold him throughout the day, how many banters you have over silly things, because at the end of the day, in each others’ embraces, it feels like home for the both of you.

“Since the chicken chickened out,” Jimin says nonchalantly, filling your glasses with red wine. “We can always get drunk and watch some old romantic movies.”

You smirk. “You cried the last time when we watched ‘When Harry met Sally’.”  

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Don't test my patience, sweetheart or you won't get the presents.” he warns.

You raise your eyebrows. You hope one of them comes in the form of his dick. Suddenly, you’re reminded of your lingerie set, so you make a mental note to wear it after the shower. “Can I see those presents now?” you ask, looking at Jimin with pleading eyes. It's exactly three seconds till he softens.  

“Fine.” he mutters and heads to the bedroom.

When he comes back, he’s not alone. Literally not alone, because he's caring the most hilarious Valentine’s present you could ever think of. A giant, white teddy bear, almost in the size of him, heart-shaped balloons attached to his right paw.

“This is,” Jimin whips his head to read the name on the bear's chest. “Ted.”  

You blink. “You bought me a teddy bear named Ted?”  

Jimin opens his mouth to say some witty comment but he stops when he hears you sob. “Baby, sweetheart, what's wrong?” He kneels in front of you, the bear long forgotten on the floor. You burst into tears and Jimin tries to calm you down, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.

Once you eventually stop crying and regain your normal breathing, you wipe your tear-strained cheeks and look down at your very much worried boyfriend. “You are an idiot, Park Jimin. A fucking idiot. That teddy bear is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen and I should humiliate you for giving me that but...” You take a deep breath. “But I can’t. Because I fucking love you, dumbass.”

The corners of Jimin lips lift in amusement but you’re clearly not done with your little speech, so he waits until you finish. “You organized the most cliché date ever. You read all the Grey's books. You can’t cook for shit and this stupid apron you wore? God have mercy,” You visibly cringe. “You declaim Greek philosophers when you shower. Fuck, you persuaded me to do teacher-student roleplay and I kept calling you daddy during the whole thing because you asked me to. You are everything I despise but at the same time I love you so much,” you say, tears once again welling in your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m telling you this now, even though I've realised this a long time ago.”

Jimin’s silent, so unlike him, declaring his emotions with a huge grin this time. He stands up and picks your body into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you both to your bedroom. He places you gingerly onto the mattress, hovering over your figure.

(Your fancy lingerie can wait for another occasion.)

“I love you too, ___.” he says, staring into your eyes. “You’re making me the happiest man in this world.”  

You roll your eyes, however there’s no use for that because your cheeks are already tainted red. “Oh, stop being such a sap.”  

He smirks. “You love when I’m like this.”  

“That is, in fact, not true.”  

You’re lying and he knows it, but he always lets you banter with him like this anyway.  

“Then what do you want me to be today?” he asks, his hands travel down to your zipper, then pull down your jeans. “Sweet? Loving?” He helps you take off your sweater and you’re left with nothing on beside your underwear. “Or do you want me to be rough? Push you around and fuck you stupid?” You gulp, your attitude successfully shut down. “Come on, use your words.”  

Somehow, you manage to gain your composure. “Want you to take off your clothes first.”  

Jimin chuckles, lowly and with a promise of more to come if you’re patient and behaving well, according to his commands. “You’re not the one to give orders here, baby.” he retorts. Then, he’s gripping your knees, pulling your legs apart and putting your pussy on full display for him.  

There’s already a dark, wet patch forming on your grey panties and he tsks disapprovingly. “You’re wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. You want it that much, huh?”  

You nod. “Please, touch me.”  

“Try again.”  

So he’s in that mood today. You’ve explored a fair share of kinks with Jimin so far and what you know for sure is that he always takes the leading role in bed. He likes to dominate, be the one in charge, railing you into the mattress until you’re crying out so loud your neighbours are banging on your walls.  

You slip into your role naturally, your usual confident behaviour gone and replaced with timidity. He relishes in seeing you like this, helpless and vulnerable, a stark contrast to how you act on daily basis.  

Jimin pins you with his dark stare and you give in. ‘”Yes, sir.”  

“Good girl.”  

He rewards you with a feather-like touch of his fingers on your pussy. He finds your clit with ease, rubbing it with practiced strokes until more juices drip down from your hole, wetting your panties embarrassingly fast. Your legs shake with want for more, to feel him sink his digits knuckle-deep into your cunt and finger you like he did that one time in a bathroom on your flight to Japan.  

He doesn’t seem the slightest bothered with your state, ignoring your pleading eyes and wanton moans. He hasn’t even taken off your underwear yet and you’re already on the verge of an orgasm.  

Jimin knows your body inside and out, probably better than you do, so it doesn’t come as a surprise to you that he can sense when you’re about to climax. He withdraws his hand from your center seconds before your release. You can’t help but huff with annoyance.

“Something's wrong, babygirl?” he asks, saccharine-sweet and annoyingly innocent.  

Your retort dies on your tongue the moment he decides to unbutton his white dress shirt. You’re too distracted with delicious lines of his sculpted chest to complain about your denied pleasure anymore. Your hands itch to touch him but you stay immobile, devouring him with your eyes instead.  

Jimin notices you're staring and smirks. “Like what you see?”  

You nod. “Yes, sir.”  

He then stands up from the bed and motions for you to come closer. You oblige without an ounce of confusion, crawling until you’re sitting on your heels in front of him. It’s a rather humiliating position but you can’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline in your veins when he cups your chin and tilts your head up.  

“Take off my pants.”  

You rush to obey, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands because you know what’s coming next once his pants are pulled down. He’s already hard, the prominent bulge of his cock straining in his briefs.  

“Now my underwear.”  

You nearly moan out loud when his cock slaps his abdomen, mouth salivating to take him in deep but you don’t dare touch him without a directed instruction. He makes sure your eyes are on him and starts stroking himself, spreading the precum all over his length, hissing when his thumb rubs the sensitive head of his cock.  

Jimin groans, low and throaty, and you whimper quietly in response. “What, baby? You want my cock that much?” he asks, his left palm cupping your cheek. You whisper a meek “Please” and he chuckles. “Come on then. Show me what that slutty mouth of yours can do. Open up.”  

Your lips part on command and you nearly moan when he guides his cock into your mouth. You’ve sucked Jimin's dick enough times to know what he likes, what brings him to the edge quicker than hitting the back of your throat. You lick the tip of his cock, eyes darting to check his reaction and, just as you expected, his features twist in pleasure.  

You relish in a minute or two of the control you have over him before he grows bored with your teasing and decides to fuck your mouth instead. But for now, you make sure to have him suffer a little for that stunt he pulled earlier when he didn’t make you come.  

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks for extra stimulation. Your hands reach to fondle his balls and you smirk around his cock when you hear a groan leave Jimin's mouth. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, moaning at the praise. “My pretty slut.”  

The first hit on the back of your throat makes you gag because fuck, is he big. The only thing bigger than Jimin's ego seems to be his dick, apparently. When he threads fis fingers through your hair you know what’s about to come; jaw relaxed, saliva dripping down from the corners of your mouth, you’re ready to be ruined.  

He withdraws, giving you exactly five seconds to breathe and then pushes forcefully inside. Your mind is filled with mental images of him giving your pussy the same treatment later. You would whimper at the thought, if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of dick. Instead, you give your best, swallowing every inch of him obediently.  

“That’s it,” he rasps, clamping one hand on the back of your neck for better leverage. “You’re doing so good, baby.” When he nudges the back of your throat again, you feel him throb. He pulls away from the warmth of your mouth seconds later, panting heavily. He falls back onto the bed and pats his thighs. “Come here.”  

You scoot closer to him and crawl onto his lap. He smiles at you from below, pulling you in for a kiss. The hands he previously gripped your waist with now travel upwards, unhooking your bra. Your hips unconsciously move, pussy gliding along the flexed muscles of his thigh.  

Jimin notices your desperate attempt at getting some friction on your most sensitive parts and helps you rock your hips. He moves your panties to the side and you moan, felling the delicious pressure on your bare center. He’s watching with amusement as you’re falling apart on his thigh, thumb reaching to rub your clit. You cry out, climaxing so hard you’re almost seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.

He keeps helping you ride out your high until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. “Did you like it?” he then asks, urging you to look at him. “You were so desperate to come, sweetheart. Fucking yourself on my thigh like a bitch in heat,” You whine instead of responding, earning a harsh smack on your ass. “Use your words.”  

Another slap lands on your cheek and you mewl. “Yes, I loved it, sir.”  

He chuckles, maneuvering your body so you’re now positioned over his cock. He gives your ass a firm squeeze and you whimper, arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs despite orgasming just minutes ago. “Ride me, baby.” he says.  

You hurry to obey, guiding his cock inside you. It's a tight fit but your wetness makes it smoother to push him deeper. “So big,” you mumble, bottoming out. You know damn well Jimin likes to be praised and if the smirk that stretches on his lips is anything to go by, he enjoys what you just said. “That feels so good, sir.” You start moving your hips languidly.  

“Yeah?” Jimin quips, hands gripping your waist so tightly it almost makes the skin bruise. “Then show me what a good girl you are for me. Fuck, look at you. You’re so hot.” His palms cup your breasts, thumbs stroking your nipples.  

You keen at the praise and quicken your pace. Your thighs start to burn but you ignore that, bouncing on your boyfriend’s dick like there’s no tomorrow. The room is filled with lewd noises, skin slapping on skin. Jimin looks down, staring at his cock coated in your juices as it disappears inside your hole. He curses at the sight.  

Your legs start to shake, huffs leaving your lips. “Sir–please,” you whine, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge.  

“What do you need, babygirl?” he asks, pinching your nipples. You squeal, your pace losing its previous rhythm.  

“I’m so close.” you stammer. “Please–touch me.”  

“Where you do you want me to touch you, baby?” He ignores your whimpers, the way your pussy keeps squeezing his cock in a vice grip. “Here?” He touches your tits again and you shake your head violently. “Or here–” His fingers find your clit and you cry out loudly. You feel so full, his cock hits your cervix every time you drop down onto him.

“Yes, yes,” you chant, mouth wide open and eyes squeezed shut. You probably look right now like a professional porn star but you couldn’t care less, not when you’re so close to the climax. “Sir–fuckfuckfuck, please!”

“There you go,” Jimin coos, circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. “Come for me, baby.”  

You’re gushing around his dick, arousal leaking out of your hole and coating his thighs with your release. Your upper body gives out and you collapse onto Jimin, your cunt pulsing from the intense pleasure you’ve just experienced.  

“Oh god,” you mumble. “I just saw the answer to the whole universe.”  

You feel Jimin's chest shaking with laughter and when you look up, you find him grinning at you. “That good?”  

“That good.” you confirm, sighing tiredly.  

“Are you okay?” You hear him asking. No matter how much he likes to push you around and fuck until you’re seeing stars, he always makes sure if you’re feeling comfortable to continue.  

You spare him a nod. “You know I can handle it,” you say, lifting yourself up. “I’m a tough girl, right?” Despite the oversensitivity, you start rocking your hips again. “M-made for you.”

Jimin smirks. “Yeah, made for me,” he confirms and slaps your ass. Your pussy flatters around his cock. “Not like this,” he mutters and turns you onto your back with one, swift motion. “Much better.”  

You pout. “You didn’t like it when I was riding your cock, sir?” You’re bluffing, but a girl can her fun too.  

He clicks his tongue, guiding his cock through your folds again. “Oh, baby, I was enjoying it very much,” he says, picking up his speed. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer. “But now I want it harder.”  

He fucks you just like he likes the most; fast and rough, unforgiving. He leans down for a messy kiss that’s all teeth tongue and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees his saliva dripping down your chin.  

(He decides right here and there that he might wanna explore his newfound fantasy soon.)

Soon you’re feeling the coil in your stomach tightening for the second time, embarrassingly quickly so. You moan, cunt squeezing around his dick. “Again?” Jimin asks, voice laced with both mirth and disbelief. Tears well in your eyes and you give him a nod. “Such a fucking slut.” he spits, slithering himself into you even faster than before.

Your third and final orgasm is so powerful and sudden, it nearly makes you black out. Jimin curses, fucking you through it. “Kiss me,” you whimper deliriously and he obliges, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “I love you.” you whisper into his lips and that’s what sends him over the edge.

“I love you, I love you–fuck.” he groans and spills himself inside, coating your pussy with his seed.

He collapses next you, chest heaving with every exhale. Your legs feel like jelly and you know you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow. Just when you’re about to tell Jimin to call in sick and spend the whole day in bed instead, he suddenly sits up.

“Wait, I forgot I have another present for us.” he says, rushing to pick something up from underneath the bed.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jimin, I swear to God, if you bought us matching t-shirts–”

He grins like a child, showing you two white pillows, the most basic ones you could ever think of, with ‘his side’ and ‘her side' written on them. It's cringy and ridiculous and you fight an urge to punch him, but you don't.  

Because it's Jimin and you will never complain about it.

Because you love him. And that's all that matters.

[stray-kids-react]

Hot Topic

Masterlist

Warnings - Swearing

Genre - Fluff

Pairing - Changbin x Interview Reader

Your boss was a bitch and everyone knew this for a fact, being head of a huge magazine company really went to her head. And being her assistant and part time celebrity interviewer put a lot of stress on your shoulders, but it payed well and you still loved your job nonetheless.

But having to run to a coffee shop at 5 in the morning in uncomfortable through the pourning rain, was definitely not a highlight of your job experience. Your teeth clattering and goosebumps rising on your skin, the rain was pouring down hard it was hard to focus on anything in front of you.

"H-hi can I get two small black coffees, one meduim vanilla mocha, and one large hot chocolate." You ordered, wiping off the mascara that ran down your cheeks.

The cashier nodded cautiously, concerned by the way you looked. The elderly couple sitting not to far away from you was sipping their cups of tea as they boared into your souls it seemed. You knew this day was coming, having such a great couple of days and getting a raise... It was bound to have a small dip so your life isn't like Barbie dolls.

"Name?" The chashier questioned, chewing her gum loud and obnoxiously.

"Y/n." You sighed, trying to maintain some level of composure with that annoying chewing.

You tossled back and forth on the pads of your feet, zoning out due to your tired state. You nearly tripped over your own feet when the cashier called your name, holding a tray filled with burning cups of caffeine. You turned around quickly at the vibration of your phone, alerting you that you boss was becoming impatient.

A dark haired man crashed into you, gasping out of concern immediately. All of the drinks spilled onto new and already drenched jacket, and the rest flew onto your face. You left your eyes closed as you held in the scream trying to crawl out of your lips.

"Shit, I am so sorry." He apologised, helping you to your feet.

"It's okay." You whimpered, voice trembling from the overwhelming emotions forming in your mind.

Before he could grab napkins to help you out, you were already walking back to your home. Tears strolling down your cheeks from a mix of frustration and exhaustion, you knew you needed the day even if it meant taking extra hours the next day.

You poured the bubbles into your bathtub as you called your boss to tell them you wouldn't be showing up today, they sounded passive aggressive as they agreed but demanded you to do extra hours tomorrow. Which included interviewing the kpop boy group Stray Kids.

That's when a lightbulb clicked in your head, the man you rushed into was Seo Changbin. You were a fan of Stray Kids and didn't even recognize your bias because you were so stressed out from work.

"Oh my God..." You sighed, sinking into the water with disappointment in yourself.

-The next day-

"Y/n! Can you help this group to to the proper floor? I'm really busy." Your favored and spoiled Co worker suggested, clearly just wanting to get some time off. You agreed nonetheless.

Eight God like men stood next to each other with innocent confusion in their eyes, they didn't complain like other celebrities or acted snappy either. This made it more frustrating when your co worker made her irresponsible actions your problem to solve, they didn't deserve that type of treatment.

"Hi, I'm y/n l/n I will be your interviewer tonight and I just wanted you all to know how hug of a pleasure it is to have you hear. I'm a huge fan." You revealed, adjusting your posture with a pure smile.

They followed you towards the correct location, couches and chairs set up for the interview. The staff were all busy fiddling around with the equipment to make sure everything was fully prepared, which left you to try and entertain the special guests all by yourself. But before you could speak one more word, your boss rushed towards you.

"I am so thankful for you y/n, I just got a call from Elle magazine asking me if I would be able to interview Rihanna in a few hours, so if you don't mind locking up the building for me. Thanks sweetie." She demanded, tossing you the keys as she waltzed away from you.

It was after supper and you've been working non stop since 6am, and now you had to stay in this hell hole for even longer. A staff member ushered most of Stray Kids to different spots of the set.

"Are you the person I ran into yesterday?" Changbin questioned, close behind you.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I ran out so quickly. This job just is a lot of stress and work." You apologized, confusion furrowed hsi brows as to why you were apologizing.

"Don't worry about it, I actually feel bad for how hard these guys seem to be on you. Do you need any help setting up or anything?" He suggested, a softness in his eyes that made your heart do back flips.

You shook your head, knowing your face was probably stuck in a slightly shocked expression. You were proven this when a small smirk was noticeable on his features as he walked past you to get ready for the interview.

The interview went smoothly, not a awkward moment between you and the band. This is due to being a fan and doing your research before agreeing on the interview, unlike other interviewers who have completely made it unwatchable for some viewers.

You nearly stumbled over your words many times but kept composure each time, the stumbling only ever attempted to happen when you looked at Changbin.

Sending you small winks whenever the camera zoomed in to an other member, and watching you soft eyes everytime you spoke. You could feel the heat on the top of your ears from his simple but effective actions.

Felix noticed Changbin's actions towards you and smirked to himself, he slightly warned him whenever the camera would be focusing on him or if he would be in view. Everyone knew how entertainments were like when it came to dating, and that's why it was exciting when an idol didn't seem to care and wanted to live their lives.

"So I have one last question for you guys." You reassured, reading the last card in your hand.

"What is something you want to tell your fans?" You asked, smiling since you considered yourself a fan.

Each member expressed their love and appreciation for their fans, some sending small hearts from their finger tips before the camera panned away from them. You appreciated how humble and easy going they were, especially after dealing with celebrities like the Paul brothers. The worst interview you've ever had would have to be with Justin Timberlake nonetheless.

You stopped listening to Timberlake after the interview and wanted to try a new genre, and that is how you got into kpop. The first band you became a fan of was Exo, but your ultimate group became the loveable dorks called Stray Kids. You saw yourself as just some regular interviewer that wasn't special in any way, and you never thought any celebrity would give any attention.

The most attention you've got in your career was a handshake you made with Itzy's Lia while interviewing them. That's why it surprised you how Changbin seemed interested in you, since there were so many other people who would give everything they had to be with him.

"Did it work?" Changbin questioned, a genuine smile across his features as you looked in his direction.

"Did what work?" You asked, giggling softly at his puppy like expression.

"Your day seemed tough so I wanted to make you laugh, that's why I was winking. I wanted to break the ice." Changbin explained, fiddling with the ends of his shirt.

His reasoning made your heart flutter much more than if he would've just done it to flirt, it seemed genuine and thoughtful rather than desperate and fuck boy like.

"That's actually really sweet. Thank you." You commented, trying not to show him how much it effected you.

He nodded as a welcome, secretly adoring the that crossed your features.

"I better get going. I have a lot of cleaning up to do." You sighed, beginning to step away from the boy of your dreams.

Changbin glanced towards his band before running after you, a prominent shade of red dipped on the tips of his ears and cheeks.

"If I promise not to spill it over you, do you think I could make you a coffee and help you?" He asked, voice meeker and less confident than it was a few minutes ago.

You agreed to his proposal, trying not to squeal. Your crush wanted to spend time with you, and this was the only time you ever wanted to thank your boss.

[imkylotrash]

Meeting The Folks

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

Requests: Student!reader x Silva, where her friends, her roommates find out and help her get him, like help her dress, sneak around and everything? Anonymous And Student!reader x Silva, about how they tell her parents that they are together? It would be even better if her father or mother was like "wait, Silva? Saul Silva? This Saul Silva that...". Anonymous

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It’s not easy hiding a relationship from the girls. Especially not when you’re dating the head of the army but you manage to do so for almost 8 months before they discover the truth. It happens one morning when Terra is about to go to the green house. You’d never imagine someone being up at 6am on a Saturday so you don’t do your normal check before leaving Saul’s quarters. Unfortunately, the way to the green house leads straight past there so you practically walk right into Terra. 

“Was that-” You hush her checking to see if anyone else has decided to take a morning stroll. She looks like she’s about to burst from excitement but stays quiet until you’re satisfied that she’s the only one here. 

“Did you just leave Mr. Silva’s room?” she whisper-yells and you’re hoping that Saul won’t come out. The last thing you need is him panicking over the fact that someone knows. 

“It’s a secret. You can’t tell anyone. It would be really bad if the wrong people found out,” you warn her hoping she understands that this isn’t one of those things she can just blabber to everyone. 

“How long?” she asks. Going against your gut feeling, you tell her a brief summary of how you and Saul found yourselves falling in love. 

“Remember when I got promoted to be his assistant? It meant a lot of late nights and difficult discussions. We didn’t plan for this. It just happened along the way. But if Farah found out, I might get kicked out of Alfea. And Saul would definitely be banned from here.” You can’t believe that you managed to keep this a secret for so long and just days before graduation someone finds out. 

“I won’t tell. Promise.” She pretends to lock her lips and throws the key away. This definitely won’t a secret tomorrow. You spend the day worrying about Terra and you don’t relax until she’s back in the suite with the other Winx girls. When she sees you, she gives you a not-so-secretive wink making you facepalm yourself. 

“Did you guys want to get some dinner?” you ask looking around at the girls. You’d been their mentor when they first arrived to the school but the friendship stayed even after they’d settled in to Alfea. 

“Aren’t you having dinner with Sa-”

“Terra!” you yell and she immediately covers her mouth. 

“I’m so sorry, it slipped out.” But the damage is done. 

“Who is she talking about?” Stella smirks starting to list names of the boys in your year. The only who stays quiet is Musa. When you lock eyes with her, you realise why. 

“Don’t,” you mouth to her hoping she’ll understand and she gives you the slightest nod. She must’ve felt your anxiety at Terra almost saying his name and put two and two together. You have no doubt that she knows Terra was about to say Saul. 

“There’s also Sander,” Stella says still listing the names of boys not realising she’s looking for the name of a man. Specifically, a man older than any of the students. 

“It’s Saul!” you exclaim bending under pressure. You’ve wanted to tell them for so long and now that two of the girls already know, you may as well you say it. You want to be able to talk about him to someone that isn’t him. 

“Have you been sneaking around with Mr. Silva?” Bloom asks making you sigh. 

“Please just call him Saul,” you say but they all refuse. 

“We’re not the ones sharing a bed with him. I’ll stick to Mr. Silva,” Aisha laughs and the rest of the girls nod in agreement. 

“I can’t believe that you’ve robbed me of helping you with your outfits for dates, creating little meet cutes between the two of you. We could’ve helped come up with ideas for dates,” Stella pouts adding, “I’m not mad. Just disappointed.” Over the next couple of days, Stella makes it her mission to make up for lost time. She plans all of your outfits, arranged cute little moments for you and Saul all while making sure no one interrupts you. It baffles you just how good she is at this. Saul takes the news of the girls finding out surprisingly well. 

“Now that we’re so close to graduation, I don’t see how it’ll make much a difference.” You’re happy he’s okay with them knowing because that makes it so much easier for you to suggest telling your parents. 

“You want to what?” he asks almost choking in his food. 

“I want to tell my parents. You said it yourself, it doesn’t make that much of a difference now.” You’ve always been close with your parents and it’s been killing you to have to hide this from them. He can’t argue against his own logic so the day after graduation you find yourself on the road preparing to introduce your parents to Saul. 

“Are you sure it’s a good idea? Maybe we should wait.” You’ve never seen Saul nervous before and you quickly decide it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

“They will love you. Almost as much as I do,” you smile hoping you’re telling the truth, “but maybe you should wait outside and let me test the waters first.” He agrees clutching your hand in his. Seeing your parents fill you with happiness even with the knowledge of what you have to tell them. 

“We are so proud of you!” your mother exclaims congratulating you on finally graduating. They’re both hold very important positions in your realm meaning they couldn’t get time off to travel all the way to Alfea but they demand to get all the details now that you’re here. 

“Well, I do actually have something to tell you.” To buy yourself some time, you grab one of the cookies that your mother has put out on the table and take a few bites. They have enough common sense to let you work up the courage on your own rather than push you. 

“I’m seeing someone,” you start and are quickly interrupted by your mother’s cheers. 

“We have to meet them! Do you have a picture of them? Or maybe they came with you?” She’s so caught up in the fact that you’re dating someone, she doesn’t wait to hear who it is. 

“Mom, I’m happy that you’re happy but you may want to wait until I tell you who it is.” You take a deep breath to calm yourself. 

“I’m dating Saul Silva.” 

“Saul Silva?” Your mother sits down looking a little pale. 

“Wait, Saul Silva? As in Head of the Army Saul Silva? The man who’s killed 13 Burned Ones?” It’s the first time your father chimes in and you can see the confusion on his face. Of course, they both know who Saul is but they definitely didn’t expect you to be dating him. 

“The Saul Silva who’s not only Headmaster for the specialists but also the fencing instructor on Alfea?” 

“That’s the one,” you say trying to figure out if now is the time to bring him in. He’s probably trying to eavesdrop by the door. 

“I can bring him in if you’d like,” you offer to which your mother springs up from her chair and grabbing the fancy platters. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you were dating such fine company. The table is all wrong.” That’s your mother in a nutshell. She runs around using her magic to redecorate and move around furniture. Your father remains seated apparently in shock so you figure now is as good a time as any. 

“Saul,” you call after opening the door. Immediately, he’s by your side his eyes asking if everyone is okay. 

“I think you may be their favourite,” you laugh taking his hand to lead him inside. 

“What an honour to have you,” your mother says shaking his hand. Your dad gets up to do the same but he doesn’t let go of Saul’s hand. There’s a little bit of a challenge in your father’s eyes and Saul accepts it. The testosterone is heavy in the air as they try to crack each other’s hands. 

“That’s enough,” your mother says signalling for all of you to sit down by the table. They spend the next three hours questioning Saul and his intentions for you. At no point do they mention his age - the one thing you were worried they’d be upset about. It seems that all they really want is for you to be happy. 

“Don’t be a stranger now,” your mother says standing in the doorway as you’re about to head home. You wave goodbye one last time before getting in the car. 

“That went well,” Saul says acting as if he wasn’t worried to begin with. You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. 

“Just take me home,” you say with closed eyes. Your hand comes to rest on his thigh, a habit you’ve created after driving with him many times. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

[chaletnz]

Tohoku Region: Sendai Castle & Yamagata

I woke up around 6am since I was unable to use my JR pass until after 10am (the ticket collection office only opened at 10am), so I needed to find alternative activities to cross off until then! I walked up a very steep hill to the Sendai Castle Ruins which was mostly just a few statues and a great view over the city. It seemed to be a popular jogging route as there were many people out early to get their exercise in but it was still very peaceful and quiet at the top. I went back for a shower and a sit down before preparing my day bag and then going for my first coffee in Sendai at Sendai Coffee Stand (maybe now it is also called Burger Lover). Annoyingly the first train to Yamagata was at 10.08 but I didn't think I'd have time to get the pass and get on the train within 8 minutes so I opted to sit in and enjoy my coffee and wait for the 11.18 train instead. The owner, Shinsuke, proudly made a latte and introduced himself. I gave him a stamp card I had in my wallet for Niseko Mountain Kiosk. He had a wall covered in stickers and business cards from cafes all over the world and he placed the one I'd given him up there too, and gave me one of his business cards in return. I walked to Sendai Station and collected my 5 day JR Tohoku Pass and hopped on the Senzan Line to Yamagata with some more reading material. My plan for the day was set, Yamadera (the mountain top temple) and then a nice looking trek around Omoshiroyama Kogen Gorge and then we'll see what time it is! Unfortunately while the shinkansen trains are frequent enough, all of these local lines only run about once an hour and some destinations I want to visit also require a bus to get to them so actually it will take more careful planning and very early mornings in order to get the main sights checked!

After riding through the noisiest tunnel with the tracks screeching, we emerged within the mountains and actually the train almost made it to Yamadera on schedule but I still needed to race to make up the time. I went as fast as I could and puffed myself up the 1000 steps to the temple. The first 400 felt like nothing but then it was tiring and by 700 it was really tough. I managed to reach the temple in only about 10 or 15 minutes and take some photos before racing back down to make the train back at 13.16. I rode one stop back and then was on track to do the 90 minute trek around the gorge. Once I arrived at the station I followed a sign and a track that promised a waterfall. It was a short walk of about 10 minutes, I sat on a rock by the water and ate my pizza bun for lunch then walked back up, unable to see another track this way without crossing the river. I stepped my full shoe into a mud puddle so then had to plunge it into the river to clean it, and completely soak it in the process. I followed some signs towards pictures of waterfalls that didn't really make sense which wasted my time to where I only had an hour left before the train would come. I found a track and followed it, although I could see that I probably wouldn't get very far as I would have to turn around after about 30 minutes. I gave it about 20 minutes and quickly realised that I wouldn't see too much from way up here, so I headed back down and climbed up an abandoned ski lift tower that was conveniently on this track too! The train station vending machine was completely out of all decent drinks including water so I had to settle for a Coke Zero - at least it has 0 calories... The slow screechy train took me back to Sendai with some annoying teenagers opposite me taking photos out the windows the entire journey on their iPads. I booked myself a seat on the earliest bullet train to Aomori tomorrow and then had a bit of a wander around Sendai, buying a few things at Uniqlo and a bag of pick and mix cookies from Aunt Stella that smelled so good I couldn't resist! I walked back through the arcades to my capsule hotel stopping only for a Family Mart spicy fried chicken (Fami Chiki) and a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream as dinner and dessert. The next two hours were spent planning my day in great detail down to the minute with all train transfers sorted out, as that had been my downfall today.

[myelocin]

REQ #9, & #10 | STORIES IN PASSING

synopsis: 

Req #9 | @moonchildtsukki​ : Life after graduation was, to put it bluntly, dry. Though, taxi rides, a friendly stranger, and some advice may change that.

Req #10 | @fancifulthing : You never expected that sitting in a park at three in the morning meant meeting a stranger who said the words that finally put a hush to the questions in your head. 

characters: Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, You

warnings/genre: Fluff, Slice of Life

a/n: So I’m really glad these two were sent right by eachother just bc I personally love how these two turned out. Adulting can be a pain in the ass, and God knows it’s gonna take me decades to master that--but here’s to the wish that these words would comfort the two of you at least. :)

-

#9 Sugawara Koushi | For Nina | Taxi, 8/9AM

Life is, well, strange after you graduate.

Even though you’ve looked forward to this day more times than you could count since you were a child—the part where you actually get there ends much, much quicker than it happened. The buildup that took years to cultivate ends in a ceremony where you flip the tassel, throw your cap, hold a diploma with your name on it and take a few pictures feels all too dull. Anti-climactic, even.

Then you’re thrust into the real world. The real world where the access to life is bought with money and where money is bought with, well, time. Being an adult is as dull as every adult from your childhood had told you, while the warnings to enjoy your “childhood,” really had rung true.

So that was why the second the stranger you’re sharing a taxi with breaks the silence with, “Applying for work?” all you could manage to do was nod stiffly.

He chuckled, and shifted his legs a way that brushed against his bag. Looking at him, you decided to indulge yourself in the conversation he opened up. Distraction was definitely needed.

“You applying too?”

“Yeah,” he replies and laughs in a way that has you perplexed. How is he so calm?

“I’m guessing you’re nervous,” the stranger tells you, and your nod is automatic. “Of course I am. The real world is too—“

“Exciting?” he finishes and this time, you find yourself laughing.

“I think, terrifying would be a better way to put it,” you say.

“It doesn’t have to be,” he tells you and you nod for him to continue. Outside, buildings blur faster and faster as the car gains more momentum. You suddenly wish you’re back home again; looking at trees and grass and that one neighbor who peddles by your window every 5pm.

“That’s a first I’m hearing that,” you comment. He doesn’t laugh after that and the tension settles in your shoulders again—heavier.

Then he laughs, saying, “I mean it. I feel like when you first come out to the real world, you’re still treating everything like a final exam.”

You cock your head to the side and look at him. He smiles at you, then continues, “Like, applying to jobs, apartments, or loans isn’t a final exam. If you don’t get it you can just go somewhere else.”

“A lot easier said than done,” you sigh and he laughs again, this time, turning his head to look at you.

“It is. But didn’t we used to tell ourselves that too when we were students? Hype ourselves up and then still panic even while we’re writing on the exam paper?”

“Point is,” he says, laughing when you look at him confused, “the real world doesn’t give you a failing grade. You do things, you fuck up, you move somewhere else, same thing could happen but something else could too. You’ll be scared but that’s just a part of things. If you feel stuck or not, at the end of the day as long as you keep waking up—that’s still progress.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” you ask, and he shrugs.

“Everybody needs a little help sometimes,” he answers, then opens his mouth again, saying, “Koushi, by the way.”

“Nina,” you answer and give him a smile.

The mole right under his eye suits him, you think. It pushes up his face along with the crinkle his eye when he shoots you another smile. For a second you think you see an angel, but when you blink again, you only see the same man sneeze into the crook of his elbow.

“Sorry,” he laughs out and you wave your hand right when the car rolls to a stop. You smile; he’s not so perfect after all—but that just reminds you he’s more human than angel, so that thought is enough to bring you back down to earth.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, then offer him your pack of tissues when he sniffles. He waves it off, but you push it into an open pocket of his bag as he opens the car door.

“Everybody needs a little help, right?” you laugh.

“You’re gonna kill it, Nina,” he tells you with a smile as he shuts the door. The car rolls again and even though you know your destination is right around the corner and knots are in your stomach—Sugawara’s smile and words just so happens to make you a little lighter.

-

#10 Kuroo Tetsurou | For fancifulthing | some random park lmao, 3AM

The feeling you get in the hours between 2:00 AM and 4:00 AM feels almost dreamlike.

There’s something about the world feeling so still; almost as if you’re caught in a limbo. Maybe a purgatory of some sorts, you used to think. Like a purgatory where there’s no one else but you, your thoughts, some grass, and the occasional car passing by.

It’s deafening. In the sense where the words from your thoughts are anything but quiet. And they’re loud; because they make their presence to you known.

Some days, they’re okay; a little trivial even. But more times than you’d like, their tone reminds you of accusations.

“What are you gonna do?” it asks, and you sigh and shake your head because you still don’t know.

“Are you even happy?” it continues, and you want to answer yes but at the same time you can’t lie to yourself just yet.

You like to think you’re happy; in a way, at least. There’s many things you consider yourself thankful for at the end of the day. A home, sustenance, access to education, parents, and the fact that you can even afford to spend time and contemplate the different possible scenarios of your life. At a young age, you realize not everybody has the luxury to daydream and actually believe in those scenarios at the same time.

Then again, there always will be that one percent that defies the odds and soars the highest, but for others, reality is the constant anchor that pulls them back down under the waves that intends to keep them there.

For the sake of happiness, you wish they aren’t kept there.

You wish you wouldn’t be kept there.

-

You see him, he’s approaching the bench opposite of yours with a 7/11 plastic bag in one hand. Maroon hoodie over some black sweats, messy hair and tired eyes. He reminds you a little like a tired writer, you muse to yourself.

You think it’s sometime around 3 in the morning when he finally takes a seat with a sigh, looks at you, and raises a hand in greeting, “Hi.”

“Hi,” you respond and raise your hand as a reply.

“I would ask you why you’re sitting in a bench at the park at three in the morning, but I’m doing that too so I guess you’re either locked out or your thoughts are too loud,” he says and crosses his legs to get comfortable. Your eyes flicker to the scar on his ankle but you don’t comment on it.

“Thoughts too loud,” you answer and watch as he nods his head like he’s already dissected and understood your story.

“Soda?” he offers and throws it to you when you nod.

“You’re prepared,” you comment and he laughs. It sounds pretty, you think.

When he asks you, “who do you wanna be?” you don’t have a specific answer other than the pull from within you that’s telling you that you want to be some else. The truth is, who you are at the moment is all you. There’s really no dramatic spill to it.

“You can really just answer that who you are at the moment is just you,” he says and looks at you with eyes like he’s reading your most intimate secrets.

“I hear people say that they’re doing something and wanna break out of it because it’s ‘not them’,” he pauses to take a quick swig from his can then continues, “—but the things is, that’s them.”

He looks at you like he’s expecting a response but you stare at him to go on, so he does.

“I mean, accepting to do something that doesn’t feel like you is part of your identity you know? We’re just constantly telling ourselves that this isn’t us, or, I’m not like this, and blame it on some other thing but that part we say we don’t like is just part of who we are. We’re the ones in control of what we filter in and do at the moment—so that’s really it. There’s no use in always chasing an idea of who we’re going to be and being sad in the days we aren’t there yet. That takes away the present.”

“But what if I’m not happy?” you ask him and you find yourself comforted by how his eyes soften with your question.

“Then today you aren’t happy and that’s you for today. Tomorrow, you change that,” he says and throws you a tissue when he sees you teary eyed.

“Sorry,” you laugh and he pats you on your shoulder as he reassures you that it’s okay.

“Just don’t live today being sad about why you aren’t in the tomorrow you want yet. Live things day by day because there are factors that change in between sunsets and sunrises.”

You smile and he smiles back. The world still feels still but you know the thoughts in your head are mellowing out when all you could hear now is the clink of your can against his as he chuckles.

The world between the hours of 2 and 4 am make the world feel still. And it’s nearing 6am when the sun’s beginning to rise when you part ways. You’re in your car when you finally notice the number he’s scribbled on the edge of the paper he gave to you as tissue earlier, his name, Kuroo Tetsurou scrawled in loops.

And just like that the world is stirring awake again.

You decide to be happy today.

[farfromparker]

Erotas - Chapter Four | t.h.

Erotas Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Summary: It’s the day of the rehearsal dinner and Tom finally meets your whole family

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Originally, chapters 4 and 5 were going to be one long ass chapter, but I split them. 😈

Special thanks to @worldoftom  💞💞

Tom wakes up slowly, peacefully. The soft roar of the ocean pulling him from his slumber. Gulls call out sporadically and his eyelids flutter open. The morning sun basks the room in a warm glow. The bed is empty and he sits up, ignoring the relief he feels when he sees you sitting out on the terrace, fingers curled around a cuppa. He watches you watch the sea for a moment, you look calm, the soft curve of your lips as you smile softly is his first sign. Your eyes slide shut and you tilt your head up to enjoy the sun on your skin. 

He wants you to have this moment so he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move from the bed, not wanting to interrupt. He glances behind himself to the clock on the nightstand, it’s almost 9am, meaning it’s not even 7am London time. 

He wonders how long you’ve been up. 

You set your cup on a side table, starting to get up and he gets tangled in the sheets as he tries to get out of the bed quickly. He can’t get caught staring at you, not after last night. The embarrassment stings just as much as it did when it happened. It wasn’t even anything sexual, it was a game for fuck’s sake. You joked if off, and he did his best to not let it become a Thing™️ but he can’t help but fret over what you thought when it happened… what you think of him now because of it. 

“Morning, Tom,” you chime, smiling as you step into the room. 

He clears his throat, strangling the embarrassment sitting in his chest. “Morning, darling. How long have you been up?”

You hum. “I think I got up just before eight.”

He wants to ask if you’ve been up since before 6am London time because your family is flying in today, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t need to. 

He nods instead. “What do you want to do today then? We’ve got the whole day to ourselves, right?”

Your eyes light up as come to set on the corner of the bed, he follows suit. “Yeah! I was looking up some things earlier. We can go scuba diving! There were a few other things, but they’d take up too much of our day considering dinner tonight. Or, the hotel has an infinity pool with a swim up bar if we just want to drink. There’s a cute shopping district too just a couple minutes walk from here.” 

“What would take up too much time? We’ve got all day tomorrow too, right?

Realization dawns across your face, “Oh yeah! Um, horseback riding or parasailing need a good chunk of our time, they’re both a little ways away from the city. The parasailing place is actually on the other side of the island.”

He nods. “Okay, so we could do one tomorrow and the other on Saturday? What’s your plan for that day?”

“Well, hopefully be properly hungover.” 

His eyes crinkle. “Right, yes, you’re right. So I won’t lie, I don’t think I want to parasail or ride horse if I’m hungover.”

You shake your head in agreement. “No, definitely not. I think Saturday we can just say goodbye to my family? Walk to the beach and swim, lay around…”

“Yeah, that sounds good to me. So which one do you want to do tomorrow?”

“I was thinking, if we go scuba diving today, we can go horseback riding tomorrow?”

“I’m game for all that!” And as he watches you smile, looking genuinely happy and excited, he starts thinking of ways he can keep that look on your face for the rest of your life. 

Your American Champagne Breakfast arrives after a quick call down to the front desk and both your mouths start watering as the attendant brings in the cart. Food is piled high, waffles with three types of syrup, bacon, sausage, an assortment of colorful fruit along with a fresh blend of juices from apricots, peaches and nectarines. There’s another bottle of champagne as well, but you both agree to keep that for later, best not to drink and dive. 

You leave the room just before 10:30 and head down to the beach, tummies full, swimwear on underneath a small layer of clothing to keep your modesty. You had called ahead to make the reservation and they had a slot available for their 11am shore dive. 

There’s a trail from your hotel that leads down to the sand beach below. Tom watches you take your shoes off as soon as you get off the gravel path, digging your toes in the sand. He copies you, tossing his shoes in the backpack he’s got slung over shoulder, putting yours in there as well. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve gone diving,” you share, turning to him as you amble along in the sand. 

“Me too, my brothers and I went when we were in Italy two years ago for a family vacation, but I haven’t gone since.” 

He watches you squint your eyes, thinking. “It’s about the same about time for me too. We were in Spain for —” You gesture vaguely with your hands. “Something like this.” You shrug. Tom can’t decide if you don’t actually remember, or if you’d just rather not talk about it. Regardless, he doesn’t push.

“I’ve got a feeling this dive is gonna be a good one,” he continues. Glancing up ahead, he can see the shack on the beach, with a diving sign hanging above the door that’s a bright red and white, so there’s no way to miss it. 

“The company is definitely better…” you pause, eyes a little wide as though you didn’t mean to say that outloud. But you don’t backtrack. “At least for me.” 

He touches your hand with his and says quietly. “Yeah, me too.” 

An older gentleman greets you outside. You’re a good 15 meters from the entrance when he appears, but he’s smiling and waving at you nonetheless. He’s got short white hair and a very bushy white mustache to match. 

“Geiá sou, Kaliméra! Good morning!” he declares. 

“Good morning,” you call back in unison. 

He shakes your hands when you get to him, smile wide across his face, “You are my only divers this morning! But it is a beautiful day for a beautiful couple to enjoy the beauty of the Aegaen!” 

Tom wonders how many times he’s said that line to however many different people, but that doesn’t stop himself from smiling because of it. The man, who introduces himself as Tavi, ushers you inside to get you checked in. He’s got all the equipment you need, regulators, fins, masks, BCDs, the list goes on. 

His eyes light up when you both say this isn’t your first dive. “Experienced! Polý kalá!” 

There are lockers along one wall with combination locks. Tavi advises you to strip down to your swimsuits and he opens a locker for you, letting you shove your belongings in your bag and secure it inside. He helps you into your equipment, checking gauges and getting your air tanks hooked up properly. 

“I have an underwater camera as well. I can take pictures of you two while we’re down there.” 

Tom smiles. “Great, thanks mate!”

“You two should remember this! Now, it will be an odd walk to the water,” he chuckles, belly jiggling softly as he laughs. “Do not put your fins on until we get down there. You might fall and not be able to get back up.” 

As Tom stands, BCD strapped across his chest, tank fully hooked up, he’s reminded of how heavy and awkward this equipment is out of the water. He’s sure he’d be able to get back up if he fell, but he’d rather not test that theory. 

You mumble as you stand, hunched over. “Fuck me, I forgot how heavy this stuff is.” 

Tavi laughs, grabbing fins for himself, watching as you two do the same. You get down to the water's edge with minimal struggling. The water is warm, Tom had been slightly apprehensive when Tavi shook his head at the idea of wetsuits, but he was right, this feels like bath water. 

You float out a little, just enough that you can get your fins on. Tavi does one last check of your gauges, has you breathe through your regulators. When he’s satisfied, he goes over the hand gestures so you can communicate safely underwater. 

Regulators secured, masks snug against your face, you slowly descend. 

*

An hour and a half later, you break the water’s surface. Tom peels his mask off, imagining a red pressure ring around his eyes, matching yours. You lock eyes with him and smirk. 

“Tavi?” you ask, looking over to the older men. 

He raises his eyebrows, indicating for you to continue. You swim over to Tom, reaching for him to wrap your arm around his waist as best you can and hold him close. Tom instinctively does the same to you. 

“Take a picture, we have to remember our matching raccoon marks.” 

Tom smiles wide, eyes crinkling as Tavi laughs, reaching for the camera secured around his wrist. He snaps the picture, smiling as you all start your climb back up to his diving shack. 

“I can’t believe you thought that barracuda was a shark!” you say, laughing. 

Tom pouts slightly, pulling the backpack up further on his shoulder as the two of you walk back to your room. “Did you see the teeth on that thing? I didn’t want anything to do with it!” 

You laugh harder, mimicking the movement he’d made under water, something akin to his signature fight reaction when he’s scared. “What?” You giggle some more. “Were you gonna knock it out?”

“That’s what you do! If a shark is coming after you, you punch it!” 

“But it wasn’t a shark! And it wasn’t even coming after you. I hate to break it to you, Tom, but you’re a little bigger than the fish they normally eat.” 

“They’ve bitten people, okay? I was just prepared. You wouldn’t be laughing if it tried to bite me and I punched it. You’d be telling me how smart I was!”

“No, I’d be laughing at the fact that you punched a fish.”

You get back to the room and order a light lunch. It’s already almost 2pm, but you’ll both be weak by dinner if you don’t eat something now. Tom starts to worry about what to wear; your whole family will be there tonight and he wants to look the part. Another piece of him deeply wants their approval as well. 

He lies to you when you ask how many outfits he brought with for this, saying it was only three when in fact, every nice shirt he owns is in this suitcase. He sees you pull a black and white dress out of your bag, hanging it up near the door and looks back into his suitcase. 

You step up behind him, chin on his shoulder. “I like the red one.” 

He turns to look at you, smiling.  “Red it is.” 

You let him shower first and he’s in and out in under five minutes. It’s just past 4pm now and he hears your music start playing through the speaker on your phone as you shut the bathroom door. He hums along while he gets dressed, buttoning up the floral red shirt. He wants your opinion on his pants, though. He’s got some really nice dark denim jeans, but there’s also a white pair of pants. So he heads out onto the terrace in his boxer briefs, shirt not buttoned all the way, leaning against the balcony and watching the water. 

You step up beside him, “Pantless? My family won’t ever forget you.” 

He laughs and he can feel his cheeks heating up a little bit. “I uh — I wanted your opinion on which pants I should wear.”

And you follow him back into the room, watching as he digs out the two options. He turns to you, one in each hand, and his breath catches in his throat for a moment. He didn’t look at you out on the terrace, but here, now. You’ve got your dress on, the top is fitted, extenuating your chest but draping elegantly around your hips. Your hair is still wet and you’ve got no makeup on. Eyes bright and open and happy.

Absolutely stunning.

“White, definitely,” you confirm and for a moment he forgets what you’re talking about. 

He swallows. “Right, white. Sure, thanks.” 

He gets ready quickly, pulling on his pants before fussing with his hair in the mirror over the dresser. You’re back in the bathroom, also fussing with your hair, doing your makeup. You step out about fifteen minutes later. 

“Tom? Will you help me with this clasp for my necklace?”

He nods. “Course, yeah,” and he takes it from you as you turn your back to him. He reaches his arms up and around your neck to let the necklace lay delicately along your sternum. His fingers brush along your skin and he can see the tiny hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. He fights a smile, liking to see even the smallest reaction of your body to him. 

“Thanks,” you say as his hands fall away, turning back to smile at him. You take a deep breath. “I think we’re ready.”

He nods confidently. “We are, and you look stunning. I mean — I thought you did before, too, when you didn’t have makeup on. Like, you don’t need makeup — uh, not that it's wrong to want to wear it but —”

You laugh, reaching out to grab his forearms to keep them from continuing to flail around his face. “Tom, I get it. Thank you, really. Now, let’s get down there and head straight to the bar.”

The sun is low in the sky as you walk down to the beach and Tom can’t stop himself from stealing glances at you. 

There’s a huge tent set up, sparkling fairy lights hanging beautifully from the ceiling, a portable floor is laid down, tables and chairs placed strategically around a dance floor. There’s a table towards the back where a number of chefs are lining up food for the night. 

“Wow,” Tom mumbles. 

“Ava’s dad is a doctor.” 

Tom hums in understanding, following you into the tent. There are two bar carts in opposite corners of each other. There’s a short man grabbing a glass of whiskey and Tom watches as he sees you, eyes lighting up. He grabs his drink and hurries over to you. 

“Heya, stranger!” he says happily, pulling you into a hug. 

“Vinny! It’s so good to see you again!” And Tom breathes out a sigh of relief. 

Vinny releases you and turns to him. “And you must be Tom, nice to meet ya mate!” 

“Hey Vinny, yeah, nice to meet you too!” And he shakes his hand and then the introductions start. It seems like that simple handshake was enough to alert the whole tent that the two of you had arrived and suddenly they start swarming around you. 

Tom will be honest, he definitely thought you were making your family out to be worse than they actually are. At least he did until he met them. 

First, your Nana Ruth slides in the comment Oh, I thought he’d be taller. And Tom hasn’t been insecure about his height since he was 17, but the comment still causes him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. 

You aren’t perturbed, though. “He’s taller than me, Nana, that’s all I care about.” 

Then he meets your aunt Brigitte. She kisses both your cheeks and he can see the tightness in your face when you try and smile at her. She kisses his cheeks as well and Tom’s skin crawls when she gets a little handsy. 

“Oh he’s very pretty, dear. How did he wind up with you?” she says, laughing. 

Tom wants to slap the lipstick right off of this woman’s face. 

“Lucky, I guess,” you comment, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bar. 

“I’m gonna smack that woman into next Tuesday if she says something like that about you again.” He growls into your ear, hands curling into fists at his side. 

You look at him and it’s a look that catches him off guard. He’d expected you to be mad, annoyed, or upset in some way. But you’re looking at him with so much affection he feels a little light-headed. His hands automatically relax as your fingers slide down his forearm so you can link your fingers with his. 

“I would pay good money to see you hit her.”

Louis corners Tom as you’re all about to have dinner, asking what he thinks of the Prime Minister and Tom side steps into how well Liverpool is playing. You smile at him and let Louis go into it for a moment before interrupting him about the dinner starting soon. Louis promises to find Tom later so he can tell him about how Bayern has definitely been playing dirty all season. 

Ava and Alex hug you both and Tom relaxes around the two of them. He knows them, he likes them. They sit and Ava is adamant that you sit next to her and you gladly do, Tom taking the obvious spot next to you. A moment later, he recognizes your parents at the opposite end of the table. Your dad raises his drink at Tom and Tom returns the gesture. 

One thing you left out when talking about your family was how big it was. There’s a sea of unknown faces around him, asking questions and leaning over the table to get a look at him. He feels like a stud being inspected at auction. 

Your hand falls softly onto his lap and he breathes easier as he wraps his fingers around yours. Dinner is served, but Tom has trouble finding time to eat because the questions don’t stop. 

How did you two meet?

What do you do for a living?

Where did you grow up?

How long have you two been together?

And Tom doesn’t mind answering them all because he likes talking about your relation—  friendship. Your friendship. 

Brigitte opens her mouth again and Tom tenses before any words even leave her lips. 

“I am surprised that the two of you are an item. She’s just kind of plain. Never really seemed all that into the boys either.”

Her twit of a husband agrees. “Yeah, we always thought she was one of those asexuals.” And he says it like he’s talking about a unicorn. Like it’s something that doesn’t actually exist. 

And Tom can’t believe what he’s hearing. The fact that people this idiotic are still spewing ignorant, condescending hate makes him want to yell. But he’s smart enough to know you can’t argue with stupid. 

Then he remembers a comment you made the night before, you’re gonna have to make a dirty joke to shut them up.

He turns to you, eyes locking with yours, because he doesn’t need to say this to them. He needs to say this to you. Because you’re the only person that needs to hear this. 

“I guess she was just waiting for something that was worth it?” he starts. “Whatever it is, she’s amazing, the most genuine person I’ve ever met. She makes me so damn happy. And I might have helped trigger something in her, something that let her bring her guard down and let me inside.”

He’s looking at you as he speaks, and it feels so real. He can see the emotions swimming in your eyes, his hand in yours. He can feel the eyes of your family on the two of you but he can’t stop looking at you, and you’re staring back, smiling at him.

His voice gets louder now though because this is the part they need to hear. “And she did let me inside, she does let me inside…” His eyebrows raise for a moment, to help accentuate the dirty joke. “Pretty frequently actually.”

And you smile wider, laughing as you hear the uncomfortable noises from Brigitte and Joe, the gasp from Nana, the murmur around the table of what did he just say? You lean in, and so he does as well, pressing his lips to yours, but it’s hard to keep the kiss going because neither of you can stop smiling. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel room.” And he’s not sure he heard you correctly. The question has to be written across his face, but he can’t ask it, not now. So he keeps smiling, keeps squeezing your hand. 

The comments cease after that. And he can feel your relief, like you’re a thousand pounds lighter. Apparently a dirty joke is all it takes. 

Dinner ends and you’re coerced into staying for one more drink. He enjoys himself nonetheless. Mostly because you’re on his arm throughout the night, your demeanor light and happy. 

You excuse yourself to the bathroom after the first drink and Tom finds Vinny and your father, two people he actually enjoys talking to. The conversation revolves around the wedding and your dive that morning. He leaves out the fact he almost punched a barracuda, of course. He’d gotten enough grief from you alone. 

He’s got a new drink in his hand when you find him again later and he smiles a little sheepishly. Licking his lips, he says, “Your dad brought me another drink. I didn’t know if you wanted to stay longer, so we can split this or I can just give it to Vinny and we can go.” 

You’re smiling up at him like he just over offered you the crown jewels. He’s not entirely sure what it is that he’s done to keep you smiling at him like that, but he’s certain he isn’t going to stop. You lean in to kiss his cheek, but he feels you hesitate, pulling away slowly.

He turns to you, watching you tilt your head, bringing your hand up to cup his jaw softly and trail your thumb along across his cheek. 

“What is it?” he asks. 

“Oh. Nothing, just smeared my lipstick on your cheek,” you explain, wiping it away. “Let’s go back to the room.”

He agrees easily, passing the beer off to Vinny on his way out the door. You go through the motions of saying good night to everyone, hugs and kisses and jokes. And then you pull him along quickly to get back to the room. He’s laughing lightly as he lets you drag him along. 

“What’s the rush?” he asks when you reach your room. You unlock the door and step inside, tossing your purse onto one of the chaise lounges.

“Did you mean that, what you said at dinner? I mean, would you still have said that if we weren’t here faking a relationship?”

He blinks, caught off guard, he presses his lips together as he locks the door behind him. He turns back to you. “Yeah,” he pauses, rubbing his lips together, “Yeah, I meant it.”

You nod. “Yeah, I thought you did.” Then you reach for him, taking his hand and pulling him into the room. “I think it’s time I thank you, Tom.” 

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Let It Snow (Steve x reader) part seven

In which (Y/N)’s cousin, Bucky, comes home for the holidays with a friend along and decided to stay for Christmas Eve when a heavy snow storm hits home.

Contains: fluff, cousin!Bucky moment

A/N: hello! Sorry for a short and quick update, just wanted to let ya’ll know that I might be writing new stories, just not sure if they’re gonna be one shot or series. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be updating Let It Snow anymore! Just stay tuned! x

PART ONE

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“(Y/N)...”

“Mmmm.”

“(Y/N), wake up babe.”

“Wha—what?”

You slowly opened your eyes, wincing as they suddenly adjusted to the light. Aside from the blinding light from your window, you were surprised to see a grinning Steve Rogers on top of you, his weight weighing you down a little but not enough to squish you.

“Good morning!” He greeted with a raspy, just-woke-up voice. He sounds so hot.

“Good mo—“ you couldn’t even finish your greeting because of the sudden pair of warm lips attacking yours.

“Mmmmm...” he hummed in satisfaction, lips still against yours, before he swiped his tongue across your lower lip asking for access.

You couldn’t help but laugh—which allowed him to taste your tongue as you tried to playfully push him away.

“Steve!” You laughed in between kisses. “Morning...breath!”

“Don’t care,” he mumbled into the kiss, adding a little pressure on you and taking in both of your wrists in his hands. He began kissing you harder and you decided to give in and relax into the kiss. His grip on your wrists loosened which you took the chance to wrap it around his neck and pull him closer.

He lets out a breathy sigh as he let his hands wander down your hips, trailing down your thighs to which he spread them apart and made them wrap around his torso. You could feel his hard cock brushing against your pussy, and events from last night came rushing back and you suddenly felt hot and heavy.

“Wait,” you stopped him, placing your hands on his chest and he hesitantly let go of your lips.

“What is it doll?”

“Are you wearing my robe??” You laughed.

“Correction,” he grinned. “I’m wearing an extra robe I found in your bathroom, and I’m glad that it’s two sizes bigger.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling. “Why are you wearing one, anyway?”

“Well, I took a shower while you were asleep,” he replied as he kissed your nose. “and watched you sleep peacefully before I had to wake you up.”

Your brows slightly furrowed but you were still smiling. “Had to? Why? What time is it?”

His smile slowly faltered, his mouth pressing into a thin line while deep in thought. You suddenly felt worried while you waited for his response, all the sexual tension slowly dissipating in the air.

“Come here.” He said as he sat up and moved to sit next to you, leaning his back against the headboard and patted his lap. “Sit on my lap.”

Despite your worry and wonder, your heart fluttered a little as you quickly scrambled from your position and sat on his lap just as he instructed. His hands instinctively rested on your torso while you stared at him waiting.

“To answer your question, it’s still 6am.” He began. “And seeing the weather condition, it’s safe to say that I can go back to Boston now.”

Your face faltered and you tried to hide it from Steve. You thought he didn’t notice but you were too obvious.

“Hey, you know I’ll miss you just as much.” He said, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek, to which you instinctively lean in to his touch.

“When will I see you again?” You asked.

“I was hoping if you want to have dinner with me?” He asked as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. “What do you say, tomorrow night?”

You couldn’t control the hurricane of emotions swirling about in your stomach as you tried your best to keep your cool. But then again, you’ve never been good at being subtle. But Steve enjoyed seeing you like this; it made him feel wanted.

“I’d love to!”

“That’s my girl.” He praised with a wink, and he pulled you in for another long kiss.

...

“Need any help?” Bucky asked cheerfully as he watched you sprinkle a few rosemaries on the marinated turkey before you had to put it in the oven. You were helping your family prepare lunch and everyone was occupied with doing something inside and outside the house.

In this case, except for Bucky. He looked like he just got up but seemed to have woken up on the right side of the bed.

“Nah, I’m already finishing up. But thanks anyways.” You replied with a smile as you carried your seasoned turkey and put it inside the oven, ready for roasting.

“You seem cheerful today,” you pointed out as you made your way to the sink to start cleaning up the utensils you used for seasoning the turkey.

“I am, thanks for noticing.” He beamed.

“Pray tell why?”

“Well, I think my best friend just got laid last night.” He replied excitedly, as if someone had just won the lottery.

Your eyes went wide as you turned to face him, and he still had that shit-eating grin on his face. He knew. Steve told him. You can’t even deny it anymore.

“He told you?”

“Yep! But of course he left out the details. He said it was only his to think about.” He replied with a wink and you looked away to hide the growing blush spreading throughout your face.

“So??” He added. “How was it??”

“Shut up, Buck!” You exclaimed half-heartedly, spraying water at him and he laughed.

“Judging by your red face, I think it went absolutely well.”

Talking about this with your cousin slash Steve’s best friend was over-the-top awkward, but you had a few questions yourself that you hopefully want to be answered.

“Buck,” you began. “Are you and Steve open to each other?”

“Whaddyamean?”

“Open as in—you know...does he share to you about his sex life? Like, his wants and dislikes, fantasies...kink?”

He thought about it for a moment. “He doesn’t share those stuff that much, but from what I’ve observed as his best friend for years already, he’s really dominant and wants to care and look out for someone, not the other way around.”

So that explains his daddy kink.

“Why? Did something happen last night?”

Your blush grew. “Well, sorta...”

“You know you can tell me cousin.” He said softly with a reassuring smile, all teasing gone from his face.

“Well,” you took in a deep breath. “He likes to be called daddy.”

“Holy shit!!!”

“Buck keep your voice down!” You exclaimed as you tried to calm down a cackling Bucky.

“Okay, sorry, sorry.” He breathed out after giggling like a teenager, a grin still prominent on his lips. “I actually did not know that my best friend has a daddy kink.”

“Yeah but please don’t tease him or anything. Don’t let him know that I told you about it.” You pleaded, rinsing off the last of the utensils you used for the roasted turkey.

“You can trust me cousin.”

“Tease anyone about what??”

Christina suddenly piped in. Your heart sank, wondering if she heard the whole conversation. Bucky looked surprised as well.

“No one, Chris.” You replied quickly, looking away from the doorframe where your older sister stood and busied yourself with the dishes.

“Are you guys hiding something from me??” She squeaked, feigning offense as she brought a hand up to her chest and looking like she was hurt.

“It’s private, Christina.” Bucky replied, giving her a pointed look and she instantly dropped off the act. If there was one thing Christina is scared at, is that she doesn’t want to upset Bucky. You’ve took notice of that ever since you were still kids, Christina offering her food and even her toys to him whenever Bucky came around to play. And even until now that you were adults, you realized she still has that in her. And you were really thankful that Bucky was there to save you.

“Okay then,” she sighed, obviously disappointed as she glared at you suspiciously. She came near you, leaning against the counter as she watched you put back the dishes in the rack. “So Steve left this morning.”

“That’s correct.” Bucky replied, staring down at the floor, the playfulness and grin gone from his face.

“Told me he’d see me again soon. Gave me a kiss on the cheek.”

You tensed up. Christina must have noticed it, seeing as she instantly grinned, knowing she had struck a nerve.

“Isn’t he sweet??” She giggled, her eyes focused on you, waiting for you to snap with every mention of Steve.

“He’s a sweetheart alright.” You replied monotonously, not catching her eye as you wiped your hands a little too hard on a towel.

“I should ask him to hangout with me,” she began. “Surely he’d say yes. He’s been giving signs that he kinda likes me.”

“Like what signs?” Bucky piped in, clearly wanting to hear what Christina has to say.

“Well, he couldn’t stop staring at me during dinner last night, laughs at a lot of my jokes, and he was even impressed that I saved my friend that one time!”

You struggled to keep your laughs to yourself. Even Bucky was trying not to laugh, only mustering an amused grin as he stared at your sister.

“And the best part is that he bought me a gold necklace as a present! Can you believe that??”

“Steve’s a sweetheart indeed,” Bucky agreed, obvious that he was holding in a laugh just like you were but Christina was oblivious.

“Yeah, it’s so obvious that he likes me.” She then sighed dreamily, spacing out as she thought of the blue-eyed man.

The blue-eyed man that she didn’t know fucked you good last night.

She then turned to face you, giving you a challenging look. “So what did Steve give you, sister?”

Your cheeks suddenly felt hot, but you didn’t want to be obvious in front of your sister. If she knew you got lingerie from the man she’s been crushing hard on, she’d snap.

“Nothing, actually.”

“What??” Bucky and Christina spoke in unison, looking surprised. Oh yes, you haven’t mentioned to Bucky that his best friend gave you lingerie for Christmas.

“Yeah, he didn’t give me anything. He said he wasn’t sure what to give me, so I guess he kinda gave up.” You shrugged as you mustered a fake, I-don’t-care-at-all smile. “No biggie.”

Christina snorted as she began walking out the kitchen, clearly satisfied with what she heard. “Oh, you poor thing.”

Poor thing indeed.

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Coffee and Books

A/N it’s day TWO FOLKS - this is a coffee shop au kind of thing, super fluffy, literally just fluff. and fluff. anyway enjoy the fluff xx

Sirius watched as Y/N heaved the large packaged box through the front door of Grub Street Books as he absentmindedly washed a large glass over and over again in his hands.

“Stop staring you freak,” James elbowed him, grinning as Sirius had to stumble forwards to avoid breaking the glass in his hands.

“I wasn’t staring,” He grumbled, giving another quick glance out the window and across to where Y/N had been standing. She was gone. Sirius looked away quickly, trying to look busy stacking up the rest of the glasses on top of the coffee machine before the 6am rush. James was babbling behind him about his latest attempt to get one of their regulars, Lily, a pretty redhead who ordered 3 shots of coffee and sat working on her computer furiously for hours on end. He nodded along slowly, ducking under the counter to grab more glasses.

“Uh hello?”

A voice came from above the counter, making Sirius jump and bang his head on the shelf.

“Oh hi, hello, oh hey!” Sirius brushed his hair out of his face, surprised to see Y/N standing in front of him, smiling expectantly.

They both spoke simultaneously.

“You’re not usually in this early.”

“Could I grab a strong three-quarter latte?”

“Oh sorry, of course, I normally prepare regulars orders in advance so it will just take a few minutes.” Sirius backtracked, feeling his cheeks flush as he spoke over her again.

“Oh, we are trialling opening earlier to get people walking to work,” Y/N laughed loudly, a throaty sound that made her whole-body shake. Sirius had a pang in his chest as he heard it and struggled to not lean on his forearm and watch her.

“Ok so mornings don’t suit either of us then,” Y/N breathed out a final laugh, smiling brightly at him. Sirius was desperately trying to calm his heart doing acrobatics in his chest.

“Yeah,” He smiled back at her, “You’d think I’d be much better since I do this every day.”

“Perhaps you need some coffee,” She winked and moved to the other side of the counter where patrons usually waited for food. Sirius went to reply but instead opened and closed his mouth before moving towards the coffee machine, cursing internally. James sniggered from behind him as he poured out a double shot and tried to ignore him.

“Oh, shut up, you can’t get a date to save your life,” He hissed in response, but instead of putting James out, his grin grew wider.

“Just you wait, you’ll be at our wedding,” James replied, pushing Sirius forwards and towards where Y/N was walking, “Talk to her.”

“What do I say?”

“Anything!”

“Did you get your haircut?” Sirius called towards Y/N who had turned around to wave goodbye and stopped clumsily to hear him.

“Oh,” She reached out and felt the edge of her hair, “Yeah, I put some colour in it.”

“It’s…nice.”

“Thanks, it was due for a change,” She smiled at him, still twirling her finger through her hair, “uh, so see you.”

“Yeah,” Sirius waved at her, turning to face the counter and putting his head directly onto it.

“That was not smooth,” Sirius raised his head to see Lily standing in front of him, a smirk playing on her lips as she pulled off her large winter coat.

“Shut up, Miss workaholic, I’m yet to see you make conversation with any potential dates,” Sirius glared at her, placing a glass underneath the coffee machine where James had begun making her order but became periodically distracted with her dark green, figure hugging sweater.

“You have yet to see me outside this café, I do well enough thanks,” Lily winked at Sirius, taking the glass of triple expresso and taking her regular spot at the counter. At first, Sirius had wondered why she bothered sitting at the counter when she seemed to seethe at James’ general existence and constant attempts to ask her out on a date, but he’d soon seen the soft smiles she gave when James wasn’t looking, mostly when the next door neighbours kids came in and he gave them all babycinos with different little pictures in the milk and chatted with them as they stared up at him with awe.

“She is right, that was awful.”

“Yeah thanks mate, that definitely needed to be said,” Sirius grumbled, turning on his hospitality smile, the one that always got him extra tips, and facing the queue of early morning customers who had begun to trek into the café, leaving a trail of wet snow and rain at the entrance.

The day was a long one, it always seemed to get significantly busier when the holidays began, customers wanting a warm drink and to stare at the cold weather from the large glass windows. Sirius was happy for the distraction, wanting to completely forget he ever spoke to Y/N like an absolute prat and focus on the regulars instead. Lily stayed later than usual, still tapping away loudly at her computer when James and Sirius had begun closing up, James humming jingle bells (which had been blasting through the speakers all afternoon) as he mopped the floors.

“I’ve seen you with other customers,” Lily said suddenly, not looking up at Sirius. Sirius had semi-forgotten she was there as he cleaned out the coffee machine and turned to her in surprise.

“What?”

“I’ve seen you chatting to other customers, girls who come through, you could flirt the panties off an old lady.”

“Did I ever tell you how charming you are?” Sirius rolled his eyes, deflecting her insinuation. He knew he was a bit of a flirt; it was something he’d learnt from his parents. Dress well, compliment something specific, plaster a shit-eating grin on your face, and people will trust you. It was automatic at this point, having worked in hospitality for the last 5 years it was ingrained into his system, and as much as he’d rather not thank is parents for anything, it had definitely gotten him a few good nights.

Lily sighed at him, finally closing her laptop and leaning over the counter. Her bright green eyes were a little mesmerising as she glared up at him. Sirius had the sudden thought that perhaps James made her mad just to see this look.

“You get at least one phone number a day, and you can’t even have a fucking conversation with this girl? What’s the deal?”

Sirius continued cleaning the coffee machine, ignoring her continued stare and irritating silence. He groaned, putting down the large bottle of detergent.

“I actually like her, ok? Its like my whole body shuts down when she’s around and I become this… blithering idiot of a human being.”

Lily suddenly broke into a huge smile. Sirius gave her a suspicious look.

“What…”

“Sirius is in love!” Lily cried, her smile somehow getting wider, eyes twinkling up at him. The noise caught the attention of James who was still humming the same three lines of jingle bells. He skipped up to the counter, leaning against it and looking similarly up at Sirius.

“I’m sorry, do repeat that for me, would you?” James put his hands under his chin and crooked his head. Sirius wanted to swipe out a hand and make his hands fall out from underneath him.

“This little immature boy is in love!” Lily said again, without a hint of sarcasm towards James, still grinning. It took James a second to realise that she wasn’t making a snipe at him.

“I -uh, oh!” James’ eyes flickered between Lily and Sirius, hiding his confusion terribly. Lily ignored him regardless, beginning to pack her things back into her large tote bag.

“Just talk to her, pick a subject to ask her about or something, it’s sad seeing you so… well desperate,” Lily gave him a slightly apologetic look before standing up, “Alright, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.

James watched her as she walked out of the café, already on her phone.

“Ok, she’s in love with me,” James lifted his arms up, fists clenched, a look of triumph plastered on his face.

“She was nice to you one time, and that’s your conclusion?”

“You’ve got to have hope, my poor lost in love friend,” James patted his shoulder sagely. Sirius twisted around and pushed him off playfully.

“I’ll kill you,” Sirius grabbed his oversized trench coat and gloves, starting to turn off all the lights as James followed suit.

“You couldn’t live without me,” James made kissing noises, dodging out of the way as Sirius swung towards his ribs.

They locked up and began walking towards their apartment three streets over. The wind was howling now, making the trees lined up across the street sway dangerously over the power lines. Sirius pulled his coat tighter around him, forcing himself to keep looking forwards instead of flicking his eyes back to see if the light was still on in Y/N’s store. I wonder if she is by herself-

“You’ve got the keys, mate,” James nudged him, looking expectantly at the front door they were now standing in front of, pulling Sirius out of his thoughts.

“Right, right,” He replied absent-mindedly, pulling out the large set of keys he kept on hand and finding the right one to bring them into the warmth of their home. They’d lived together ever since school finished, even though James’ parents lived two suburbs over in a huge terrace house near Hyde Park. Whilst James was one of the messiest people Sirius’ had ever come across, and possibly had no idea how to cook anything other than omelettes and stir-fry’s, they’d yet to get into a proper argument that wasn’t just about Sirius distracting James when they were playing FIFA. Which is likely why Sirius’ cranky mood sparked James’ interest.

“What is wrong,” He elongated each vowel, trailing after Sirius who had thrown his coat across the couch and began thumping his way into his bedroom, “Is it just about this girl? What’s her name, Y/N? You really weren’t that bad this morning.”

“Can you just, please, leave me alone for a minute,” Sirius kept his voice calm, not wanting James to start prodding him with his bony fingers.

“Alright, alright,” He put his hands up in defeat, “I’m ordering Indian if you want some.”

Sirius grunted a yes, kicking off his boots outside his room and laying face forward on the bed. Idiot idiot idiot.

Y/N had started working at the shop next door a nearly a year ago now, replacing the previous manager who had come into Sirius & James’ café every morning and complained that their service was too slow. She’d come in and introduced herself, and Sirius dropped a whole tray of saltshakers across the floor. He wasn’t quite sure what it was that made him so nervous. Maybe it was way her smile took over her whole face, crinkling her nose and making her eyes close-up slightly and her dimples show. Or the parade of brightly coloured coats she seemed to own that seemed to both clash and go with what she was wearing all at once. Or when he’d asked her about her favourite books and her eyes lit up like a child and her voice got louder and louder when she spoke about her favourite characters. Or perhaps it was because she was god damned pretty.

Sirius groaned into his pillow as James called out that food had arrived, joining him on the couch in silence. After a moment, James turned to face Sirius, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Do you… do you think that Lily actually likes me… just like, as a person?” James said earnestly.

“I…” Sirius was thrown a little of guard, a spoonful of dahl still in his mouth. He swallowed quickly, “I mean, yeah, I think so. I think she just doesn’t really like when you act like a twat around her.”

“Mm,” James turned back to his food, looking pensive. Sirius thumbed the spoon he was holding a little awkwardly.

“You just need to stop harassing her, act like a normal human being. She always watches you with other customers, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, I’m not going to make shit up to make you feel better,” Sirius gave him a smile, shoving him slightly.

“Y/N watches you too you know. When you’re making her coffee, she basically can’t take her eyes off you.”

“Mm,” Sirius kept his face neutral but could feel his heart rate spiking.

“Anyway, want to play FIFA?”

The next morning snow had begun to fall heavily, wind banging against the windows of James and Sirius’ apartment. James was huddled around a bowl of hot porridge as Sirius came into the kitchen to grab some breakfast before they made their way to the café.

“Are people even going to come today, it’s so bloody cold,” James groaned, watching the snow fall outside the window.

“You know it will be stupidly busy,” Sirius muttered, rubbing his eyes. He felt like he’d barely slept, going over what he could have said, should have said, to Y/N. James groaned again, leaning back into their large brown armchair.

The snow had become slush, and made what was normally a 5-minute walk, 15. Reaching the corner of the street Sirius noticed a small figure huddled out the front of the café, wrapped in a large deep red coat, head dipped to avoid the wind. When the figure noticed the two boys, they looked up, giving them a warm smile and making Sirius want to melt into the pavement once he realised it was Y/N.

“Hey!” She called out, standing up and brushing the snowflakes off her shoulders. James pushed Sirius in front of him as they reached the front door.

“Uh, hey! What are you doing here? I mean, not in a bad way, it’s great that you’re here, but like it’s cold a-“Sirius shut up with another kick from James.

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been locked out,” she grimaced, dancing on the spot a little to keep warm as James unlocked the door. Sirius had the urge to wrap his arms around her. James pushed the door open and let her in with a smile, turning into a go and fucking talk to her glare when Sirius reached the doorway.

“What happened?” Sirius gave James a scowl in response and followed Y/N into the café.

“The lovely owner decided to change all the locks last night. She said there would be a spare key in the letterbox but there is nothing,” Y/N huffed, pulling off her coat and gloves, rubbing her hands together to warm them up, “I’m so glad you guys are here early, I have to wait for her to come in and knowing her it will be at least another hour.”

“You’re lucky it’s snowing out, we normally leave a lot later,” James grinned at her, pushing Sirius over from the coffee machine so that he could make her coffee and force Sirius into talking instead.

“That’s why I’m here early too, anticipated falling over at least 4 times on the way over,” Y/N turned her smile on Sirius, her y/e/c eyes gazing into his.

“So, you, uh, live near here as well then?”

“Yeah! Just around the corner, moved closer when I got the job. Where do you live?”

“About three blocks away, with James.”

“Oh wow, what’s it like working and living together?” Y/N laughed, and Sirius’ stomach jolted.

“Haven’t killed him yet, so not awful,” Sirius grinned back at her, leaning against the counter.

“I just moved into a place by myself, I’m still not sure if I like having no roommates or not, but at least I’m not cleaning every fucking afternoon,” She shook her head, turning her smile on James as he handed her the mug of coffee.

“You’re telling me! This one doesn’t know how to do his own laundry,” Sirius pointed at James who looked affronted.

“What! How old are you? How can you not know how to do laundry!” Y/N’s smile grew wider as they fell into easy conversation about James’ lack of ability to function without his family.

A loud alarm went off on Sirius’ phone, making both Sirius and Y/N jump.

“Oh shit, we need to open shop,” Sirius swore, rushing to grab the coffee from the storeroom as James finished setting up each table and swung around the open sign.

Lily was the first through the door, grumbling about being stuck in the cold for an extra 2 minutes than she’d planned this morning. She stopped short when she saw Y/N sitting on the counter, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Hello there,” Lily dropped her bag next to Y/N and held out a hand, “I’m Lily.”

“Oh, Y/N. Are you a regular here?” Y/N glanced at Sirius who had stared on Lily’s order and nodded.

“You could say that, so you’re the Y/N who works across the road yes? At the bookstore?”

“Uh, yes,” Y/N breathed out a laugh, “Have you been in before?”

“Once or twice,” Lily gave Sirius a mischievous smile, ignoring his eyes flashing at her.

Sirius went to interrupt them but a line had formed behind the counter and the first customer had begun tapping obnoxiously on the linoleum floors.

“Sorry, been a bit of a mess this morning, what can I get for you?”

The morning rush, as Sirius predicted, was worse than usual, with many people using their café as an excuse to get out of the cold for a few minutes. Sirius watched out of the corner of his eye Y/N and Lily continue to chat, giggling to each other every few minutes. He felt sick, what was she telling her.

Finally, the crowd eased, and Sirius turned back to where Y/N and Lily had been sitting to find some excuse to steal Y/N away, but she was gone. He stared at the spot momentarily, Lily having already pulled out her laptop and was tapping away aggressively, before he heard a small cough in front of him.

“Sirius?” Y/N had pulled on her coat and was standing in front of him.

“Oh hey, I thought you’d left-“But Y/N interrupted before Sirius could embarrass himself further.

“Lily was telling me that you were having trouble finding a new book to read, you should come by after work, I’ll grab you some new books,” Y/N smiled brightly, grabbing her coat and waving goodbye to James.

“Oh, yeah, that sounds good,” Sirius beamed, waving her off into the snow. His heart was in his throat. What just happened?

“Success!” Lily looked over her laptop, having obviously just eaves dropped on their entire conversation, grinning at him.

“What did you do?”

“Exactly what she said, that you were looking for a good read,” Lily shrugged, “It’s really not that hard when she’s so clearly into you.”

Sirius scowled at her but couldn’t help feeling a slightly bit grateful for her intervention.

“Also, where’s James today? He hasn’t annoyed me once, I was worried he might have died,” Lily returned to her laptop, but Sirius was sure he didn’t miss the flush that hit her cheeks.

“Oh, he’s around, perhaps he’s realised you’re not interested,” Sirius winked at her.

The rest of the day seemed to drag, each minute to 6pm ticking along so slowly Sirius swore that the clocks had stopped multiple times throughout the day. Finally, the last customer had left, and Sirius had begun biting his nails whilst he wiped the counter down again.

“Oh my god, go Sirius, before you go insane,” James grabbed the towel from his hands and swapped it with his trenchcoat, “Come on.”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius swatted him away, pulling on the coat, pausing when he reached the door, “Are you sure you can close down everything by yourself?”

“Stop stalling you freak, go.”

Sirius gave him a grimace as James gave him the finger and indicated for him to leave again. Wrapping the Trenchcoat around himself he stepped into the bracing wind, watching carefully for cars before running across the road to Grub Street Books. The lights were still on, but Y/N had turned the open sign around to deter any customers. He knocked on the door, feeling supremely awkward about knocking on the door of a store, watching as Y/N looked up from what she was reading and smiled, bounding down from the sales desk to meet him.

“You came!” She ushered him in, closing the door quickly to keep out the cold.

“Well you know, can’t turn down free books,” Sirius breathed out a laugh watching her move back to the desk.

“Who said they were free?”

“Oh, I’m sorry I just presumed, I – “

“I’m kidding,” Y/N laughed, and Sirius felt himself let go of the breath he was holding. Get a grip, Black.

“Sorry, I’m a bit all over the place today,” He met her at the desk, “So what books can you recommend me?”

“Well I might need a bit of help on your end, given there’s about 20 billion books out there. What are you into?”

“Thrillers, mostly. A bit of sci-fi?” Sirius pulled a hand through his hair, enjoying watching Y/N’s eyes trail his hands before meeting his.

“Ok, I can work with that, give me a second,” She slipped away towards the bookshelves, humming something Sirius couldn’t quite make out. Sirius leaned against the counter, trying to avoid biting his nails. The store was small, but in a quaint way that felt like you could sit in the corner and read for hours without realising it. Sirius had only been in a few times, given that the previous manager was a dick, and his working hours usually overlapped, but he noticed that Y/N had put up a couple of large posters of classic rock bands along the walls.

“So, there’s three I can think of right now that I reckon, you’ll like,” Y/N came out of the shadows holding three, very large books.

“Three is plenty, I’m a very slow reader,” Sirius grinned as she came and displayed them in front of him, standing by his side. Sirius couldn’t help but wonder how easy it would be to just slip his hand on the small of her back, or into her fingers. He could feel her body heat radiating into his shoulder, her hair inches away from his.

“Well I’ve read this one,” She pointed to the largest, a book called Dune with a sunset colour across the front cover, “it is quite long because it’s like multiple books in one? But definitely worth the read.”

She turned to gauge his reaction, her face suddenly inches from his. Sirius swallowed hard, desperately trying to avoid glancing down at her perfectly shaped, soft pink lips…

“Uh, yeah… that one sounds… good,” Sirius breathed out slowly, still watching her closely. Y/N hadn’t moved either, keeping her eyes latched on his. Fuck it.

He leaned slightly closer, his heartbeat getting louder and louder in his chest as he breathed in the smell of her shampoo and watched her inch close to him as well. His hand crept around her hips and pulled her in suddenly, pressing his lips softly against hers. She leaned into him, placing her arms around his neck as they moved slowly together.

Sirius pulled away first, feeling exceedingly giddy, looking down at her with a goofy smile.

“I was sort of hoping you would do that,” She breathed out, smiling up at him as well.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I was worried I’d have to get out the mistletoe,” Y/N smirked, still leaning in close to his chest.

“I actually have something else I wanted to ask you,” Sirius murmured, loving the feeling of her stomach pressed up against him, his arms around her waist.

“Is that so?”

“Did you want to get dinner sometime?”

“No.”

“Oh, I- “

“Not some time, what about tonight,” Y/N bit her lip, still smirking at him.

“Give me a heart attack why don’t you,” Sirius closed his eyes, shaking his head at her as he barked out a laugh.

“So, you free?”

“As a bird.”

“You definitely need to read more if that’s what you’re going with,” Y/N laughed again, a little nervously. Sirius wanted to revel in it, the slight hitch in her breathing as she looked up at him.

“You’re probably right.” Sirius wasn’t smiling now, but watching her, standing in front of him.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just… very beautiful.”

Y/N flushed a bright red.

“Well that’s a bit better,” She ducked her head, but Sirius lifted up again with his hand and leaned in to kiss her once more.

“So, dinner?” He said softer now, his forehead leaning against hers.

“Dinner.”

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[goodproofingwater]

A Gentleman | Noah Centineo x Reader

Word count: 2417 Warnings: NSFW content, mentions of an abusive relationship Requested by: @cxxl-gall​ (literally almost a year ago i am so sorry)

The memories of the man before swim in your mind as you wait in line for your morning cappuccino, the strong smell of arabica wafting through months of what you once thought was normality until you started talking to your friends. Words which had been designed to bow you into submission had been dressed in such pretty packaging that you hadn’t even noticed what they were, and you were thankful for having such a supportive group around you to help you remove yourself from the situation.

It was around three weeks after everything had died down that you started filming for your new movie, and although you had originally thought it best that you pass on the role due to the nature of the film being so based on relationships and your horrible experience, your friends were once again there to push you. You had been trying for ages to break into something more than the commercials that you had been stuck with, and you weren’t about to let your ex ruin this for you. He had already done enough.

The first day was apprehensive, scary and exciting, and for the first time in ages, you were thinking about something other than your past. And so you leaned into it, allowed yourself to become obsessed with your craft once more, spent days immersing yourself into your character, the nights re-reading lines and researching aspects of your characters' interests that you would never have done before. Before long, you felt like you knew your character better than you knew yourself, and you felt like you were starting to heal.

And then you met him.

Noah was every inch as handsome as the images you had seen, and every bit as charming as the interviews would have you believe, and although the scenes that you had with him were predictably romantic, his kindness made them easier to swallow.

Even with your research and the depth that you went into to ensure that your character was as multi-faceted as possible (while also distracting yourself) the scenes toward the end of the script in which you were fully in a relationship with Noah’s character were much harder to adapt to.

By the time you had started reading the script aloud in your trailer to prepare for the scenes that would be filmed the following week, it had been a month and a half since the break-up, and although you were much more comfortable with the idea, actually being so close, acting out things which had become so tainted… it was a whole other story.

“I’ve never met anyone like you before.. I can’t believe you’re even real..” You read to the empty trailer, trying to enforce love and passion into your voice but you could feel it shaking, could feel the goosebumps erupting on your skin at the thought of someone touching you, the thought of the words that were so similar o the ones which had fallen unscripted from your lips months ago and how they had been used to trap you.

You were so engrossed in trying to focus that you didn’t hear the knock on the door, and you barely heard the door open. It was only when his calloused fingers grazed your bicep that you spun, so fast that you had to steady yourself against him, wide eyes expecting pain either physical or otherwise.

“Woah.. are you alright?” Concern washed through his features, the mask that he used so often while he was acting stripped away completely to reveal how much he genuinely cared about your wellbeing, and it was then that you realised that you couldn’t remember the last time a man looked at you this way. Each time your ex had looked at you it had been with disgust, with expectation of something that he hadn’t even told you he wanted, and even after nights where you had thought that you had given him everything he wanted there was nothing but cold emptiness behind icy blue orbs.

This was different.

Even though you hadn’t known him long, the warmth of his expression made you feel more validated than any time your ex had attempted to understand your feelings.

“I--” You started before clearing your throat and forcing a smile on your face which didn’t quite fit there, “Sorry I was just really into the scene.”

Curls dropped as he looked down at your shaking hands, and he cupped them in his own, shaking his head. He looked like he wanted to say something, to ask why you were so hurt and what had cause you to have such a reaction to someone grazing your arm, but instead he continued with your charade.

“Well lets practice together. It’s better that we build up our familiarity as much as we can right?” He smiled, and it was a kindness that no one had ever afforded you. Even when your friends had been helping you through hell, none of them had given a thought to how you wanted to deal with it, only how they thought was best. Focussing on work and powering through was perfect, and you knew you would have to find a way to than Noah without letting him know just how much he had helped.

You practised over and over, and it wasn’t long before you were even more comfortable with him. All thought of who he was and the level of this for your career left your mind, he was just your friend who was helping you get through something horrible by immersing you in something that you loved doing, and even improving your talent by teaching you different techniques.

By the time the scene came around you were no longer nervous, you were excited to do this on camera, the words becoming commonplace and any connotations that you had been worried about completely gone.

And so, you stood in the middle of the set which was supposed to be his room, his hands on your waist as you swayed softly to a song that you knew would be replaced in the final cut, words falling with ease, taking on an entirely new meaning now that he was looking at you as his character rather than you off-camera.

“I- I can’t believe you’re real..” You spoke, your bottom lip quivering, his eyes darting down to catch the sight before he spoke

“I’m not special..” He started, looking directly into your eyes and you felt like he was talking directly to your soul, “You just deserve the world” and although that was where his lines ended, he continued, “and I can’t believe that anyone ever made you feel any other way. You’re incredible, perfect really, and I’m so lucky that I get to be here with you..”

He swallowed thickly as you scanned his expression, unable to tell if the improvisation came from his characters' desire for yours or because of how close you had gotten over the last couple of weeks.

“I’m the lucky one... You’re perfect..” You whispered, leaning in and running your nose along with his and biting your lip before the director called cut.

There was a moment where you stayed still, where you both allowed the magic to continue before you were forced to pretend that the scene was normal.

“Excellent!” The director spoke, “Fantastic take guys, give us a few minutes and we’ll move on to the next scene in this room.”

You could feel Noah’s eyes on you for a moment, and you looked over at him with a small smile, “Want to grab a cup of coffee before we go ahead with the next scene?” you suggested, and he nodded, licking his lips and throwing caution to the wind.

His fingers slipped softly into your own, and while you were scared of being so close to another man you felt safe with him, felt like no matter what happened he could look after you, even if it was just for the duration of filming this movie.

--

It was three weeks later that he took you for a drink and you told him everything. Something about him made you feel more comfortable than you had ever been with anyone, so open and honest about everything that had happened and how it had made you feel. He had wasted no time in telling you how much of a prick your ex was, and he bought another bottle of wine for you to share over some food.

Light glinted off of the rim of his wine glass as he spoke so passionately about his life and his career, and you could tell then that there was no inch of this man who even had the capacity to hurt you. He was kind, loving and wonderful, and although even three weeks on you were still not sure if his improvisation was him getting caught up in his characters feelings or him sharing his own, it didn’t stop you taking a leap as he walked you to the door of the hotel room the production crew had put you up in for the entirety of filming.

“Probably shouldn’t have drunk so much wine with us having to get up at 6am tomorrow huh?” You grinned, and he laughed as he watched you slip the key into the door of your hotel room and turn to face him,

“Ahh but this is the best lesson of all,” He grinned, licking his lips in such a way that you had to focus on his words to stop your mind from betraying itself, “work-life balance.” His wink made your knees weak, and you licked your own lips before throwing caution to the wind,

“If that’s the case then I’m not sure you’ve taught me that lesson all too well… perhaps.. Perhaps you could join me for a nightcap on my balcony?” You offered, and his eyes immediately darkened, his body moving from where it had been leaning against the opposite wall toward you and it took everything in you to push the door open rather than let him push you against it.

Pouring glasses of vodka and cranberry, you did everything you could to not read his hand ghosting along your waist, his long fingers stilling your own hands as his lips moved slowly along your shoulder.

“Tell me if this is too much” He whispered, “I don’t want to do anything which makes you uncomfortable.”

You thought that your guide would be straight up, that you would be pushing him away, but instead, it melted into him, your head resting back against his shoulder as he kissed your neck and undid the buttons of your shirt from behind.

“I want to show you how incredible you are, I want to worship every inch of you, I want you to feel how worthy of love you are.” The words could have fallen straight from his characters lips, and you would have stopped him for fear of him feeding you lines if you couldn’t feel him hardening beneath you, if he hadn’t been so consistently wonderful and you hadn’t felt so instantly trusting of him, something which had been difficult even during your relationship with your ex.

Instead of answering you turned to face him, kissing him softly, running your nose gently along his as you undid the buttons on his own shirt, your breath bated as you were desperate to feel a man again after so long, and a man who you knew you could trust.

“I bet you say that to all the girls” You tried, your insecurities falling from your lips in the form of a joke and he laughed, shaking his head. He pulled back from you, holding both sides of your face to ensure you were listening and you could understand how genuine he was being

“I think you’re amazing, and you haven’t been treated the way you should be. And.. don’t feel like you have to, but I would really like to show you how you deserve to be treated. How someone who likes you, who respects you, someone.. Someone who thinks you’re incredible and funny and interesting and fucking beautiful will treat you.”

You don’t even had the words to accept and so you close the gap between you, kissing him in a way that you had never imagined you would kiss again. Full of passion. Full of lust. Full of trust.

Strong hands wrapped around each of your thighs as he picked you up, lips never parting, and placed you softly on the bed. Clothes peeled off of shaking bodies, lips and tongues dancing together in lust and desperation until you lay bare for each other, one arm holding him up as your legs wrapped around him and he sank deep into you.

“Fucking hell..” He whispered against your lips as you gasped at the size of him, tight from months of nothing but being intimate with your own fingers.

He moved slowly at first, holding you tight against him. When his lips were not desperately pressed against your own he was looking into your eyes, sweet nothings rolling off of his tongue as he sped up until the sound of slapping filled the room and you were writhing in pleasure.

“I want you to cum for me baby,” He whispered, kissing softly up your neck as your head fell back at the sheer pleasure which washed through you, and it wasn’t long before you gave in to his request and he came with you, leaving you both panting from an incredible mutual orgasm.

Minutes passed in silence as you came down from your high, and you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face even as he pulled out and lay next to you, pulling you into him.

“So..” You spoke first, tension palatable in the air, “What now?”

His soft laughter filled the room before he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and he spoke, “Well I would like to take you for a proper dinner sometime this week if that’s alright with you? I meant what I said about you deserving to be treated like a princess.”

“You didn’t say princess…” You grinned and he mirrored your smile, nodding and he’s like, “well whatever you want to call it, I’d like for this not to be a one-time thing... If that’s okay?”

You answered by kissing him deeply and nodding, finding comfort that you had never expected in just his presence.

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Hmmmm, Stan/Mike and 35?

Stan Uris wasn’t exactly an impulsive boy. He’d always been prone to thinking things through, planning the upcoming days in colour-coded ink. He didn’t share the same impulsive streak so many of his friends carried, prepared to leap before looking first, taking impulsive drives and skipping classes to go to the theatre. The idea of going somewhere or doing something without thinking it through made Stan’s hands twitch and his head feel fuzzy, breath quickening. And yet here he was, shivering in a cardigan outside Mike Hanlon’s house at six in the morning, the sun not yet creeping over the sky.

Mike had caught him after school when he and Richie were walking home, Stan recognizing Mike from the sound of worn leather boots hitting pavement alone.

“Stan,” he gasped, slightly out of breath. “What are you doing at 6am tomorrow?”

Stan raised an eyebrow, perplexed. “Sleeping?”

“Stan sleeping past 5:30? Gosh, Stanny-boy, you’re really letting yourself go,” Richie piped up, grinning.

Stan rolled his eyes at his best friend, looking back to Mike. “Why do you ask?”

Mike grinned, and if Stan didn’t know better, he’d say he was nervous. “Why don’t you come over?”

“At 6am?”

“Yeah.”

Stan pretended to think it over, humming. The truth is, he didn’t think he could say no to Mike. He could ask him to pull the moon from the sky, and Stan would do it with only minor complaining.

“Yeah, all right.”

Mike’s face broke out into a broad grin, and it felt like the sun split through the cold, damp autumn day.

“See you then,” he called, turning on his heel. Beside Stan, Richie grinned.

“Don’t day a word.”

In response, Richie made an obscene moaning noise, and Stan punched him in the shoulder, scowling.

“Ow! Jesus, Stanny, it’s not a word!”

“Beep fucking beep.”

***

“Stan. Stan!”

Stan’s head snapped up as he made eye contact with Mike, grinning down at him from his room. Surprisingly elegantly, he clambered down the side of his house, swinging down to a windowsill before jumping, landing neatly on the ground.

“Hey,” he murmured, pulling his flimsy cardigan closer across his chest. Wordlessly, Mike untied the hoodie that was across his hips, offering it to the smaller teen.

“T-thanks,” Stan muttered, pulling it over his head. The sweater was too big, but it was warm and comfortable, smelling like sun and Mike. “So, are you going to tell me what we’re doing, or am I going to just freeze my ass off out here?”

“Actually, we’re going somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Up there,” Mike said, nodding towards the roof of the barn. Instantly, Stan’s blood froze.

“So, you’re saying we’re climbing up a barn?”

“Yup.”

“No fucking way. We’re going to die. You’re going to slide off the top of the barn and you’re going to break your neck and die.”

“Thanks, Doctor Kaspbrak.”

Stan refused to smile, but he knew Mike could see the amusement sparkle in his eyes. “Come on, Stan,” he wheedled, “don’t you trust me?”

Stan sighed, long-suffering. “With my life,” he admitted, a blush rising on his already pink cheeks from the cold.

Mike’s smile was brighter than the sun. “Then you have nothing to worry about.”

“If you die, don’t expect me to cry at your funeral,” he grumbled, accepting Mike’s hand to pull himself over the edge of the roof. And wow, now that he was up there, he could understand the appeal. From the roof of the barn, you could see further than Stan expected, the green expanse of Derry unfolding around them in every direction. Neither of them spoke for a moment, the chirping of chickadees waking up the only sound in the morning.

“Look,” Mike whispered, tapping Stan on the shoulder. The sun was beginning to rise, streaking the sky with pink and orange, so bright that it brought tears to Stan’s eyes, yet so beautiful he couldn’t look away. Some time along the way, he and Mike has shifted closer to each other, shockers brushing against each other.

“I’ve never seen a sunrise like this,” Stan replied equally softly, turning his head to look at Mike.

“Told you,” Mike replied, gently teasing. The sun was casting pink and gold light around them, and his dark eyes were sparkling with wonder. And yes, Stan had never been impulsive. But Mike was right there, all sunny smiles and warm hugs, and it felt right to close the gap between them to press his lips to Mike’s.

The air was cold, but the warmth unfurling in Stan’s chest was warm enough for him.

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[msjr0119]

Cordonian Wags

Introduction

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry- AU Plot switch*

Disclaimer- Mention of drug use!

I’d like to thank @pedudley for being such a superstar supporting me, listening to me ramble on with ideas about this series prior to posting - you’re amazing babe! 😘🥰

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*******

Riley Brooks, a sports physiotherapist- closely worked with football teams in UK. Born and raised in New York, she decided to spread her wings and study in England, when her parents had passed away. Her first job after graduating was with Manchester City- this is where she met her husband, the clubs striker Xavier López. Scrutinising job opportunities for physios, she decided to take the risk and accept the job in a completely new country. There were plenty of opportunities within the UK but she needed a fresh start.

Riley arrived in Cordonia - the little unheard of country that provided breathtaking views. It was like stepping into a fairytale. The blue sea was crystal clear- that you could see the fish swimming without taking much notice. The scattered hills provided a stunning landscape. The country itself was clean throughout and provided a friendly atmosphere.

Arriving at the Applewood Stadium, she contemplated what she was actually doing. Was she crazy? Possibly. If I don’t try- I’ll live to regret for not trying. The stadium was tiny in comparison to what she was used to. The contract she was due to sign was only for the new season. She had spoken to the teams coach, Bertrand Beaumont over the phone. Today was the day she was meeting him in person as well as the chairman Constantine Rhys. Pulling up to the security gate, she showed her ID - the security guard knew that they were expecting her and had offered to escort her to the chairman’s office once she had parked up.

****

Leo Rhys snuck into his house at 5am, still intoxicated. He knew his wife Madeleine would berate him the second she laid eyes on him. Stumbling around, he lost his balance and went flying into the expensive large vase. Laughing to himself on the floor, he knew he was going to be in dog house- yet again. Madeleine walked into the grand hallway- her arms folded, and her eyes narrowed providing daggers at her husband.

“And where the hell have you been? You have training soon!” She snapped- knowing full well that he will have been at the strip club again.

“Oh Maddy. You know what I do. I hate you. I do these things to live because quite frankly you irritate the fuck out of me!”

Madeline stormed off. She had only married him due to his status in the team - the captain. People called her a gold digger, she was and she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted and she cunningly got it.

Sneaking off to her bathroom, she created three identical fine lines before she snorted the white powder. You need sex to live darling, I need this to try and forget all the scandals you cause.

*****

Drake Walker rolled over in the king sized bed- reaching out for his girlfriend Kiara. However she wasn’t next to him. When they first began courting it was amazing. They were known as the perfect couple- ‘couple goals’. Kiara was very career minded and an independent woman. Their relationship had ‘fizzled out’ since she had began her new job- she was multilingual and worked as a translator for a local law firm. She wasn’t the usual type of footballers wife, she earned her own money. There had been suspicions by the press that Kiara had been unfaithful to Drake - these accusations constantly jeopardised her career. His friends and sister had advised him to end his relationship with her. Deep down he wanted to- but he felt like wasn’t worthy for anyone, so just accepted their failing relationship that was full of lies and deceit.

“Ki? Where are you?”

“Sorry. I went to work.”

“But it’s 6am!”

“Early start Drake. I’ll see you later, I don’t know what time?”

“Kiara have you forgotten? It’s the first day of training and the pre season party tonight!”

“Oh...good luck honey. I don’t know if I’ll be able to make the party. Have a good time.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“See ya.”

Drake just sighed after the phone call. Recently he kept making excuses up for Kiara’s absence- much to the annoyance and frustration of his friends. Tonight was going to be deja vu - ‘Drake Walker the mug’.

*****

Liam Rhys and his wife Olivia, were sat in their sun lounge having a light breakfast. Olivia was frustrated with Liam- he had been offered a transfer to Real Madrid last season but wanted to stay loyal to his home country and his family. Threatening to divorce him didn’t even make him reconsider his decision.

“I see that your brother is in the papers again.” Olivia snarled, whilst flicking through the papers.

“Liv, don’t start.”

“Why he is still the captain I will never understand. If anything he should be on the bench! He is an embarrassment to this club.”

“Love, that he may be. But it’s Leo. He’s always been the same. Maddy puts up with him - forgives him every time.”

“You deserve to be the captain Liam. You work the hardest out of all those plebs.”

Liam shook his head. He didn’t want all that responsibility of being the captain. No matter how much of a poor husband his brother was- he was a successful striker.

*****

Zeke and Penelope were the only couple in the club who had a family. They had two beautiful girls. Before training began, he always wanted to spend quality time with his daughters - taking them out for a rides on their ponies. Family time was precious.

“Go on Emma! Go on Emily! You girls are doing amazing!” Zeke shouted proudly to his daughters.

“They have definitely improved with their riding skills.” Penelope said, snuggling into her husbands embrace.

“I could watch them all day. Did you manage to get a sitter for tonight?”

“Yes, Amber offered to look after the girls and the poodles. She will be here at 5pm. Are you glad to be going back to training?”

“What do you think? I’d rather spend time with my family and our animals. I need to check Sterling’s leg before I go- he was limping a bit. Hence why Emily is riding Lady instead.”

“You really should have become a vet instead of a footballer darling. Well, good luck. I’ll see you later on.”

*****

Maxwell Beaumont, the coaches younger brother felt pressure at every match. He was the teams goalkeeper, his best friend Hana supported him, and socialised with the teams Wags. Their friendship had blossomed over the years, secretly into something more- both of them denied it when their relationship was questioned.

“Hey. Are you ready for the first training session? I’ve brought you some breakfast.”

“Thank you- you’re the best! And don’t remind me...Bertrand has been drilling it in my mind to be punctual. To concentrate and to not embarrass him.”

“Max I believe in you. What will be will be eh?”

“Yep.... I wonder how much trouble Leo is in this morning? He’s in the papers again.”

“This is why I always advise you to not go out with him- he’s a bad influence.”

“Hana, I go out with him to drink- not to do the rest of the activities he chooses. And we know why I go out drinking with him. To stop speculations about our relationship.”

*****

Bertrand was waiting in the chairman’s office along with the chairman Constantine and his wife Regina. They were all nervous about meeting their new physio. They had interviewed her over the phone and fell in love with her ambition. Would the men accept a female physio? Would they retaliate? The club had no choice- there wasn’t much interest in the position. The other interested candidates qualifications and experience didn’t compare to what Riley had. They didn’t want to tell the team straight away, in case she rejected the offer last minute. There was a slight knock on the door. Bertrand stood up to answer, and greeted her with a friendly smile.

“Hello. You must be Riley. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“You are correct. Nice to meet you Mr Beaumont.”

“Welcome to Cordonia, Mrs López.”

“Thank you, Sir. Your country is absolutely beautiful. But please call me Miss Brooks. Myself and my husband have separated.”

“I do apologise- I don’t know how you must be feeling? But we are thrilled to welcome you to our club. Bertrand has the contract ready for you to sign. Then we will take you on a tour of the stadium- the team aren’t due for training for another hour. We thought you’d like to accompany us to the pre season party tonight and we will formally introduce you to everyone?”

“Oh. I was hoping to have an early night. To be prepared for tomorrow. I need the players to fill out some medical forms so I know what I’m working with.”

“I like a woman who is determined and prepared- I knew you was the perfect candidate for the role. But there’s no need to rush into your role. Our first match isn’t for another week. And we would like you to enjoy yourself too.”

“Okay, I’ll come tonight. Just let me know the time. I’ll do some preparation after the tour.”

******

The men each showed up to training. Bertrand was smiling - they all looked at him bewildered. He never smiled, he was strict with them all- even the chairman’s sons.

“Welcome back gentlemen. I’ve got a good feeling about this new season. We will just have a quick session today as we all need to get ready for the annual pre season party - and the chairman wants to introduce you all to someone later....Right let’s get to it.”

Riley stood, watching in the background- trying not to gain attention. She wanted to view how they played as a team. Hoping that there wouldn’t be too many injuries whilst she was in Cordonia. On the tour, Bertrand showed her pictures of the men and explained their positions- whilst watching them train she figured out who was who.

“Hi. You must be Riley.”

Riley jumped before turning around to see a mystery brunette smiling at her softly- whilst holding a toddler in her arms.

“Erm. Yes. Nice to meet you...?”

“Sorry! My manners. My name is Savannah Beaumont- Bertrand’s wife. Drake Walker is my brother. I hear that you are from the States? Myself and Drake are American too- on our mothers side. I hope you’ll settle in just fine. They aren’t a bad bunch really.” Is she kidding? I’ve been watching them for ten minutes and already their egos are getting the best of them and they are already arguing.

“No offence Savannah, but I know you are lying about them not being a bad bunch. I know how footballers minds work. I’m married to one myself. Yes, I grew up in New York but I moved to the UK where I studied and later worked in Manchester.”

“Oh. I didn’t know you were married- I suppose the wedding ring gives it away huh?” Riley twiddled her rings with her thumb before laughing nervously.

“I won’t be married for much longer. We have separated- I started the ball rolling with the divorce before I left. That is why I came here when the opportunity came up. A fresh start.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Riley. If you ever need anyone to talk to I’m here.”

“Thank you. But I’m only here to do a job. Then when the season is up- I’ll move on. I’m going to go to my flat, I’ve seen enough. I’ll see you at the party?”

“Yes, you will. See you later.”

Just this brief conversation, made Savannah’s mind work overtime. She believed that Riley was intelligent, she was beautiful. She couldn’t suss out why she would be separated- she didn’t want to elaborate on the situation and seem nosey.

*****

Drake pulled Liam to the side after noticing his sister talking to a stranger, whilst they were stretching. Savannah wasn’t one to socialise with people she didn’t know.

“Who’s Sav talking to?”

“I don’t know? Why? She’s probably one of Leo’s flings. You know how they all come and stalk him after he uses them. She’s gorgeous- don’t tell Liv I said that. She would stab me - quite literally!”

“I doubt Savannah would be acting so calm with one of your brothers flings Li. If Bertrand asks where I am- just tell him that Sav needed me.”

Drake ambled over to where his sister was - she was content sat under the tree with his nephew, Bartie. The mystery woman had disappeared, like a ghost. Taking his top off, he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“Hey Sav.”

Savannah was playing with her son, not noticing the figure appear beside her. Feeling like she had a mini heart attack- she was ready to throttle her brother.

“Drake! You scared me! Your brother in law will go berserk if you’re not training.”

“So? Who was you talking to?”

“Why do you ask?” She smirked.

“Just curious. Liam assumed she is one of Leo’s flings.”

“Incorrect. You’ll see her tonight.”

“Why?”

“It’s a surprise, I’ll see you and Kiara at the party.”

“It’ll just be me. She’s erm... she’s...”

“Cheating on you Drake. You always seem to make excuses up for her. Since she started that job nobody has seen her- the press have snapped pictures of her with mystery men. You deserve better, big brother.”

“They are her colleagues, Sav!”

“Oh really? What’s the excuse going to be tonight Drake? I love you, I just want you to be happy.”

Savannah held her brother in a tight hug. She walked away furious with Kiara’s actions.

[emotionally-imbruised]

In the world of Accidentally in Love, what would Harry and Y/N’s first time having sex be like?

Oh god. It’s been a TIME since I’ve written smut so bare with me, but here we go

Accidentally In Love: I Just Had Sex.

It’s the middle of a random weekday afternoon. Harry’s dead asleep beside you with his arm draped over your centre, and his head nestled into the crook of your neck as soft puffs of air leave his slightly open mouth with each breath he takes. It’s a sight you still can’t believe you get to see and experience now that the two of you are finally together but is also one you’ve become way too greedy over and hate even the thought of someone else being able to be with him this way.

Moments like this have become a common occurrence between the two of you. However, they’ve seemingly been happening less and less with just how busy Harry’s schedule is. Just after Christmas… when you really just started letting it sink in that you now have a romantic relationship with this man, he jetted off to Japan. For about a month. And that put a little bit of a halt on everything.

It sucked yeah, but you knew it was coming. It was something you’d known about before either of you knew of the feelings the other had because Harry told you just out of friendly conversation. Well that, and Gemma had mentioned it once or twice.

So, when the time came for Harry to leave LA again like he so often does, he stayed with you at your apartment for the first time since becoming a thing — but nothing happened.

The two of you curled up in your bed to watch a few episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine before eventually deciding to call it a night seeing as Harry’s flight was rather early the next morning. He insisted he’d just call a driver to take him to the airport, but you insisted that you driving him to LAX for 6am was really not an inconvenience; even though it was really hard moving from your position of being cuddled up against his bare chest once his alarm started going off.

His time in Japan surprisingly flew by though. The two of you FaceTimed nearly every day, where he’d tell you how his day was going, and you’d explain all the details of how you spent yours. It was tough connecting with the different time zones, but you both somehow made it work.

When his birthday came around, he tried his best to convince you to fly to him and spend it together. His offer was very tempting with just the thought of being able to see him in person again, and although he tried to bribe you with a paid-for flight there and back… you ultimately declined.

It felt awkward to you letting Harry pay for something so expensive and even though you considered just buying the plane ticket yourself to visit a place you’ve never been, you settled on just not taking the week off work and saved yourself from Gemma’s teasing of how whipped you already were just for wanting to go.

However, you regretted your decision after he told you about how much fun he had as well as after seeing the pictures and videos of him drunkenly singing karaoke with Bobby and Karamo from Queer Eye (aka. two of the only five other men you can trust in life other than Harry) at a bar. But, you got over it quickly and indulged yourself back into your work, and before you knew it, Harry was back.

He hasn’t been back for long by any means, and the worst part of it all is that his time in LA is short seeing as he is needed to fly off to London to finish up some things regarding his new album. He spent the entire morning at the studio finalizing some things before coming over to your apartment to spend some time with you, which ended up with the two of you napping together and watching some more Brooklyn Nine-Nine… Not the most exciting thing ever, you know. But it’s not necessarily something you’d want to change either.

You glance over to your right and mindlessly reach up to start massaging your fingertips through his curls, gasping slightly when he moans in contentment at the gesture. His eyes flutter open as soon as you instinctively move your hand away as a small pout starts forming on his lips. “Why’d yeh stop?”

“I didn’t think you were awake,” you respond as you lean yourself up on your elbows to look at him better, just as he lets out a dramatic huff. “Ok drama queen, what’s got you so salty now?”

“I-,” he starts and pauses before sitting up in a position similar to yours so that he is face to face with you. “I just want to stay like this to stay here with you. I know I don’t fly home until tomorrow evening, but damn it feels like I just got back.”

“You’re telling me.” He looks at you curiously as you say this and you move your hand to push some his hair out of his face before letting your eyes fall back to his. “I feel you just got back too, and it sucks not knowing how long you’re going to be away in London for.”

“Yeah, but at least you’ve agreed to actually come to see me this time around. Even though you still didn’t let me pay for the ticket.”

“Why would I let you pay for my flight when I can pay for it myself?” You challenge, and he scoffs. “Besides, I’m really starting to miss your mum and Gem. This trip is really just for me to see them, I hope you know.”

“Hey!”

“And you of course,” you tell him with a smirk before leaning forward to place a quick peck on his lips. “We’re still going to go to the George Michael museum, right?”

“Only if you can fit me into your oh so busy schedule while you’re there,” he replies and grins widely before leaning in to attach his lips to yours once again. The kiss is much deeper and slower this time, leaving you needing to catch your breath once he eventually decides to pull away; taking a moment to gently press his forehead against yours before speaking up again. “S’gonna suck leaving you again when we really haven’t had much time to do anything. Promise you won’t find someone more exciting than me to keep you company while I’m away.”

“Find someone who could out diva you? Impossible.”

“Good,” he says with a smirk before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in for another kiss. You respond by leaning forward and gently nudging him to lay back down. He picks up on what you’re doing instantly, letting his hand slither it’s way down your side and gripping your left thigh so he can swing your leg over his middle, and that you’re left straddling his waist.

You smirk against his lips seeing as this isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in a similar predicament to this one with him and can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your mouth when you accidentally rub your core against him, and soft breath escapes his mouth. “What is with you and this exact position hmm?”

“Seeing you on top just does something to me I guess,” he states before gripping onto your thighs again, and flipping you over so that your back is against the mattress while he looms over top of you. He leans down to start attacking your collarbone with multiple kisses, sucks, and nibbles before slowly leaving a trail up your neck until he finishes at your jaw, and finally crashing his lips against yours again.

You’re fully aware that the involuntary moan that leaves your mouth as he does this and is aware of how it springs something inside of him with the way you can feel his prick hardening against the inner part of your leg. He shifts slightly, and that’s when you can feel just how big he is — not being able to keep yourself from gasping at an entirely new feeling.

“H.” You breathe out hungrily and let your hands move down to the waistband of his track pants. However, what you think is a gesture that would urge him on actually cause him to halt what he’s doing and pull away from you slightly.

“Uhm… you didn’t want to, did you?” He awkwardly mumbles as he so clearly has a blush burning its way across his cheeks. Your heart swells at how flustered he’s getting because if there’s one thing you know about Harry, it’s that he’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do regardless of how badly he wanted it. But this? Fuck, you needed this.

“Hey,” you speak up as you place your hand under his chin and move it, so he doesn’t have the choice but to look at you again. “I want to more than anything… I don’t think I have any condoms though, it-it’s been a while.”

He can’t help the smirk that plays on his lips as you say this and tries his best not feel so smug at the thought of you not sleeping with anyone for at least a good bit of time before getting involved with him. It gives him a sense of pride and excitement in knowing that he’ll be the one to make you feel good from now on. “I have one in my wallet.”

“Oh, so you planned this?” You ask jokingly as he reaches over to grab his wallet off of your bedside table. “I should’ve known, you’re pretty much prepared for everything.”

“Shut up,” he groans and sends you a wink before opening up the wallet to search for the piece of rubber that resides there. A small shiny glint of a silver wrapping catches your eye, and you quickly reach over to rip it out of the wallet and dangle it in front of his face.

“Looking for this?” You question cheekily but gasp when Harry suddenly snatches it from your fingers and moves to rip open the packing with his teeth.

“Yup.”

You don’t have much time to react before he has the two of you engulfed in another heated makeout session, and can feel yourself getting riled up. He moves his hand down to the hem of your shirt and begins lifting it up over your head. The condom wrapper scratches against your skin as it pokes out from Harry’s grip and leaves a tingling trail all the way up to your side in its wake.

Harry removes his lips from yours for a quick moment to entirely remove your t-shirt, finding himself smirking as he sees your nipples perk once they come in contact with the cold air that fills your bedroom. He then moves down to the waistband of the pajama shorts you wear and wastes no time in pulling them down your legs to remove them altogether.

“No underwear.” He says more as a statement to himself before crawling back above you and kissing you again. You sense yourself becoming lost by the feeling of his bare chest pressed against yours as you continue making out that you don’t notice how he subtly removes the rings that always reside on his left hand before he’s pushing a finger inside of you without warning.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp against his lips as your back arches off the mattress a little bit as he decides to add another finger. His movements remain steady as his digits start moving in and out of you at a steady pace that sends tingles all throughout your body. You weren’t kidding when you told him it’d been a while since you last had sex, and with the way he has his thumb presses hard circles over your clit while his pointer and middle finger hit you in all the right places for a few minutes… you know you might not last much longer; feeling an inevitable bubble forming in the pit of your stomach. “H-Harry, I’m gonna-.”

“Not yet love,” he tells you softly while placing kisses along your jaw, and starts moving his fingers at a much slower, agonizing pace.

“You're cruel.” Your words come out more like a whine, and this causes him to smirk as he places more kisses upon your collarbone, before moving up his right hand to massage at your left breast. He left his rings on that hand, and the coolness of the metal adds to the feeling, oh him squeezing at the fleshy part of your chest.

His movements resume steadily for a moment before he moves onto the other boob with his mouth. His body rubs against you as he leans over to give your left breast some needed attention and has to shift slightly, that’s when you can really feel him. Your eyes struggle to stay open, but even with their fluttering you’re still able to make out this particular feeling to be the large bulge in Harry’s track pants that are pressed against your thigh — and that’s when an idea springs to your mind.

Harry remains occupied, so you decide to remove one hand that is tangled in his curls, down his chest and stomach, and right into the waistband of his pants where you can grip onto him. You’re a little surprised at just how big he is, but don’t let that phase you as your hand slides up and down his length a few times; making sure to spread the pre-cum that’s gathered at his tip.

“Mmm, getting impatient are we?” He mumbles against your skin as his lips trail back towards your mouth.

“Don’t act like you want to put this off any longer either, Styles,” you snap and earn a chuckle from him.

“You’re right, I really don’t.” He gives you an arrogant wink before retracting his hand away from your throbbing core and moving his now soaking wet fingers towards his mouth — never breaking eye contact as he sucks them dry. With another smirk as you let out an impatient sigh, he grabs the condom that has fallen onto the mattress beside you and begins taking it out.

“H?” You speak up while watching him and bite down onto your bottom lip just as he removes the rubber from its package. He stays silent as he looks over to you and lets his eyes roam you a little bit. “I- uh, I’ve been taking the pill…”

You swear there’s a childlike glint of excitement that flashes over his eyes as you tell him this, and a huge grin is soon stretching its way across his lips. He looks down at the condom and chuckles before tossing it back onto the bedside table. “Won’t be needing that then.”

He shifts his position up onto his knees with his legs positioned at the inner parts of your thighs, and you sit up to quickly help with ridding him of his pants. Once all clothing is gone, you can’t help the way your eyes widen as his hardened cock sticks out and you take in his entire length. He watches you smugly before leaning forward to catch your lips in another alluring kiss and starts sliding himself into your burning centre; creating a new sensation that earns gasps from both of you.

“Shit Y/N,” he groans as he slowly continues pushing himself further up into you. “Yer so tight love feels so good.”

All you’re able to do is moan in response at the burning, yet the extremely pleasurable feeling of him so deep inside of you. Once he’s situated, he begins with slow thrusts… but finds himself not being able to maintain that pace with how good you feel around him and the want- no, need to speed this up a bit grows.

The sound of Gina’s and Boyle’s voices sassing each other can quietly be heard from the tv that is still on from the other side of the room, but it’s soon drowned out by yours and Harry’s moans, as well as the sound of his skin coming in contact with yours over and over again. His thrusts are fast, and he continuously hits your g-spot with ease, and it’s making you feel so damn good. Harry can tell how you’re feeling by the way your hands are tangled in his curls again, and he knows that he’s getting you close to your edge, feeling himself not being too far behind.

Each thrust pushes you closer to the orgasm you’re both craving, and just as Harry seemingly thrusts even deeper inside of you while rubbing his thumb in circles over your sensitive clit… you finally get there. You moan his name and arch your back as that bubble you felt in your stomach earlier bursts, sending you right over the edge into orgasmic bliss. His movements begin slowing as you clench around him and trigger that same feeling for him to experience as well.

“Fuck Y/N,” he breathes out, and soon enough you can feel the warm spurts of his cum filling you up. His thrusts become much sloppier as he comes down from his high and sends you a smile once he comes back to his senses, leaning down to capture his lips against yours one last time.

You flinch slightly as he moves away and slowly pulls out before flopping onto the mattress right next to you. No words are exchanged as the two of you lay there trying to catch your breath, and it’ll probably stay that way until one of you know what to say to the other after something so intimate.

It doesn’t take much for you to notice the feeling of his release slowly trickling its way out of you, but try to ignore it as you close your eyes and work on steadying your heart rate. Another moment passes, and soon enough, Harry is shifting from his spot beside you, and you open your eyes again to see him leaning on his elbow while looking at you with a stupid boyish grin.

“What?” You ask and move your hand up to push back some of the matted curls stuck to his forehead.

“You know that song, I Just Had Sex by The Lonely Island and Akon?”

You instantly scowl and let your hand fall back down onto the pillow beside your head as your boyfriend is overcome by a severe laughing fit. “Where are you going with this?”

“Nowhere,” he says between laughs and has to take a breath before continue. “Was just thinking about that song and how maybe we should call Gemma to tell her what just happened.”

“Harry!” You gasp loudly, and he falls back onto the mattress cackling. You watch him cry laugh for a second before reaching for the pillow you’re resting on and sitting up so you can use it to gently smack his shoulder with. “That’s not even funny!”

“Maybe not,” he replies and wipes away some of the tears leaving his eyes, before reaching out to grab your wrist so he can prevent you from hitting him with the pillow again. “But your reaction absolutely was.”

“You’re literally the worst,” you state as you let go of the pillow and he sits up as well. “There is no way in hell that we’re telling my best friend- your sister about anything that just happened. We’re not telling anyone for that matter.”

“Yes dear,” he responds as his laughing fades into soft chuckles, and he reaches out to push a stray piece of hair back behind your ear. You try your best to keep a pout planted on your lips as he does this, but there’s no use when he leans over to place a soft peck on your mouth, and you instantly melt at his touch. “Think we could do that at least once more before I leave tomorrow though?”

A small laugh leaves your mouth, and you have to look away as he just sits there grinning at you. “Maybe if you don’t annoy me too much.”