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cherriegyuu · 2 months ago

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so high school | kmg | part 2

pairing: hockey player mingyu x f!reader genre: smut (in later part), fluff, a bit of angst, bad attempt at comedy word count: 7.8k summary: when you’re suddenly thrown in Mingyu’s direction, you have no choice but to stay by his side, and maybe it’s not as bad as you think playlist: click here warnings: reader is mentioned to have long hair, mentions of food and alcohol please, remember to comment and reblog, it does mean the world to me and i would love to know your opnions.

< part one >

It had taken you almost two entire weeks to work up the courage to talk to Mingyu again. He had been nice enough not to contact you first. No texts, no calls, and the two times you had bumped into him on campus — aka seen him across the street — he had nodded in greeting, but made no attempt to get closer.

You hated it, admittedly, but you had missed his presence. The annoying texts at inappropriate times, the way he would wave his arm above his head every time he saw you, like he was a kid seeing a friend after a long vacation.

You had no idea how to talk to him. You couldn’t just say haha, I’m sorry I didn’t remember you, even though I saw you every day for two years, you know how it is, right? without sounding like a complete and utter lunatic. And you didn’t even need Jeonghan to pull out his school photo album, which he absolutely did, to rub in your face how completely forgetful you were. The moment Mingyu said the words “she doesn’t remember me”, laughing a little, a somewhat embarrassed by the situation, it was as if the movie of your adolescence suddenly flashed through your eyes.

Every time you had seen him leave the gym, following Jeonghan and Seungcheol closely. At first, he was quiet, just observing everything and later talking to your brother only, and then he was laughing and making jokes along with everyone else. He was obviously loved by his teammates. You remember finding him handsome back then when he was much younger and wore clothes chosen by his mother. You never talked, it’s true, you didn’t even know his name, but you always knew who he was.

How you went from that moment to years later not remembering him, you didn’t know. That was a big mystery, and you had no idea how to answer.

You saw Mingyu leaving the building next to a girl. He smiled and gestured as he talked, clearly excited about the subject at hand. The girl next to him smiled broadly, her body leaning closer to his, despite the clear space between the two of them. She looked at Mingyu as if he had nailed the stars to the sky, as if he was the only reason the sun shone every morning.

You thought about giving up. You were going to interrupt something and you didn't want that, didn't want to draw any kind of attention to yourself, anything more than necessary.

And then Mingyu looked straight ahead, right in your direction. You closed your eyes for a second, forcing yourself to do exactly what you had planned to do from the beginning. Slowly, you raised your right hand in front of your body, at the height of your stomach, and waved. It was a quick and shy movement that you almost didn't want to do.

The smile on Mingyu's face grew huge as if he had seen something that had truly made him happy. He held his arm over his head, swinging it from side to side like a child; you couldn't stop a small smile from spreading across your lips, no matter how hard you tried.

Mingyu strode across the lawn, the girl he was talking to was left behind, forgotten, calling out his name loudly, but he didn't look back once. She glared at you and you knew, at that very moment, that if you didn't have a single enemy in your life, you had just made one.

He stopped in front of you, arms crossed over his chest, a smile on his face. It took everything you had to do not to stare at his arms or to keep smiling.

"Look, who's talking to me, in public" the teasing was clear in his voice.

"Mingyu" his name came out of your mouth like a warning.

Even though your tone didn't seem friendly, Mingyu smiled as if having heard a joke. It was almost a losing battle, not smiling while looking at him. You wondered exactly how things had changed, how one day you said "I don’t want to be seen with athletes in public places" to suddenly "talking to an athlete in public and still smiling".

“Sorry.”

Although he was apologizing, you knew that there wasn’t a single bone, or cell, in Mingyu’s body that felt sorry while he was teasing you.

“I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t remember you.”

That’s why you had looked for him, why you had put all your pride aside and sent a message to Seokmin, asking — in the most delicate and unsuspicious way you could imagine — what Mingyu’s last class of the day was. When he seemed too excited about the whole situation, you didn’t even know that someone could be so excited through message, you were forced to ask him not to tell Mingyu that you had contacted him, because you still didn’t know if you would meet him because you had another appointment at almost the same time and might be late. It was a lie, there was nothing, but you didn’t know if you could trust Seokmin to simply not tell him.

“It’s okay, I’m sure I don’t remember someone I’ve seen every day for years either.”

You smiled, unable to control it this time, and Mingyu smiled along with you as he took another step closer to you. You knew he was too close, rumors would start spreading around campus any second. You knew you should take a step back, and put more space between you two, you knew you should stop smiling like a teenager. But you just couldn’t force yourself to do anything but stand there.

“You’re making me feel even worse.”

“Seriously, it’s okay. I’m not going to use it to blackmail you or anything like that.”

You wanted to ask him what he could blackmail you with, but that was too close to the line of flirting, and that was an imaginary line you refused to cross with him — even though most of the ones you had set had already been crossed, one by one.

“Thank you,” was all you allowed yourself to say.

He uncrossed his arms and shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels.

“Now that you know you’ve been unfair to me, for years I might add, and I’ve been benevolent enough to forgive your mistake, could you please stop making my life difficult and let me do the assignment with you, without me having to beg?”

You threw your head back, laughing out loud. You wanted to tease him, tell him that he was already begging and pleading, but again, too close to flirting.

“Benevolent? Ah, a man’s ego.” was all you allowed yourself to say as you rolled your eyes at him.

Mingyu smiled, lightly bumping his shoulder against yours.

“Come on, cut me some slack”

You nodded in agreement, rolling your eyes again.

“Let’s coordinate our free time and meet up again.”

“Great.”

“A little green bird told me,” you rolled your eyes before Kira could even continue the sentence, “that you were caught with a certain hockey player.”

“Oh, for the love of God.”

Kira had hooked her arm through yours, her voice cheerful. If voices could have shape and were visible to the naked eye, Kira’s would definitely be bouncing around you. She was almost doing it herself.

You knew someone would have seen you talking, you knew someone saw it and wasn’t happy about it at all, you were sure it was only a matter of time until people were talking about it. You just didn’t think it would be so fast. It had barely been five minutes since you had said goodbye to Mingyu, you knew that that gossip was an inherent part of student life, but the quality and speed were impressive.

“Oh, come on! Tell me what you two talked about, I want to know everything, down to the smallest detail.”

Your friend’s voice was soft, almost like a child whining next to you. Kira knew how much you hated it, more than that, she knew that you would tell her everything, every word, just so that she would finally stop making that pitiful face and that shrilling and completely irritating voice.

“We talked about what I talked about with you,” you sighed, “I apologized for not remembering him, he was annoying and in the end we agreed that I wouldn’t stop him from doing the assignment with me.”

“The little green bird also told me that you were smiling and that you were even blushing while you were talking to him.”

You narrowed your eyes at her. It was true that you had smiled while you were talking to him, you had given up on playing tough. But you were sure that you hadn’t blushed or embarrassed.

“That little bird of yours is wrong. I smiled, yes, but the rest I didn’t do”

“So you didn’t make out in the middle of campus? You didn’t laugh out loud, the kind that makes you throw your head back and close your eyes?”

You simply stared at her, standing in the same place, refusing to move an inch. The student's gossip was fast, impressive, and deceitful.

“Some guy saw you guys and told everyone about it. I was walking by and heard it. They weren’t exactly talking quietly.”

You nodded and started to walk again. You didn’t have anywhere to go, but you didn’t want to stay either. Even if it wasn’t true, you felt like everyone was staring right at you, like you were a circus attraction in the center of the red and white tent.

“Nothing happened. We talked, I smiled, he said something funny and I laughed. That was it.”

It was a little strange that everyone was at your house at the same time. By everyone, you mean Mingyu and Seokmin, who were there to continue the project, and Jeonghan and Seungcheol, the first because it was his house and the second for god knows what — your best bet was that he had come there to see Mingyu, but he could also simply have wanted to see you embarrassed, it was almost like it was his and Jeonghan's favorite pastime.

You hadn't bothered to tell Jeonghan that the two of them were going home with you after class, you were sure that if you had told him and asked him not to be there, he would simply ignore your request. Besides, the rabbit was out of the hat already, there was nothing left to hide. Seungcheol being there was a surprise, but Mingyu knew him too and you figured he had told Seokmin everything.

Seokmin's behavior was surprising. He had greeted Jeonghan and Seungcheol when he came in, chatted with them for a bit, and then sat down at the table with you. You couldn’t help but wonder if Mingyu had scolded him and just how harsh he had been — though you didn’t think Mingyu and harsh were words that went together.

“Sorry about the other day,” Seokmin said. “I was just surprised.”

You shook your head. You had thought a lot about that day, about how you would have reacted in a very similar way if you had run into someone you were a fan of like that, at someone’s house from college. You had been taken by surprise, and that was one of the things you hated the most. You liked to have everything under control, to have all the cards in your hands, to know all the information before actually getting into a situation. You had made a bet by taking Mingyu and Seokmin home, and you lost. That had nothing to do with Seokmin.

“If I were his fan, I would have reacted the same way,” you assured him, not liking that he had become so quiet and introverted. “And look, they love the attention, so you can go as crazy as you want, you have my approval. And if they complain, you can talk to me.”

Seokmin laughed and turned his attention back to the book open in front of him, reading carefully and taking notes in the notebook next to it.

It wasn’t long before Mingyu entered the room too, still laughing a little at whatever he had talked to Jeonghan and Seungcheol about. He seemed distracted as he sat down and took his cell phone out of his pocket, placing it on the table, face down after checking the notifications.

It was impossible not to think about the conversation you had with Kira days ago, the fact that suddenly the entire college believed that you had hooked up because you had only talked for a few minutes. Could it have been gossip that had spread uncontrollably and thus taken on traits that had nothing to do with reality, or had Mingyu, in all his stereotype of dumb athlete and famous for being a womanizer, spread lies around, bragging about something that hadn't happened?

You hoped it wasn't the second option, not when hating someone for simply existing was just so much work, not when you had started to think he was a cool guy, not when every time you got a message from him you felt like an excited teenager seeing signs where there was supposed to be only a black screen.

"There's something I want to know," the voice came from the living room, distant at first, but getting closer with each syllable.

You were sure that this sudden approach from Seungcheol couldn't bring anything good. Especially when he had a cocky smile on his lips, the kind that you knew, just by looking at him, that he was not going to do anything worth of noticing and at any second someone was going to be embarrassed. And, in this case, you were sure that someone would be you.

Jeonghan was right behind him, his eyes showing that he didn’t know what it was about, but seemingly enjoying the whole situation.

“Seungcheol,” his name came out of your lips in a mix of warning and plea.

“When we were in school, you,” he stopped behind Mingyu, his hands on the younger’s shoulders as he leaned forward, “had the biggest crush on our dear youngest Yoon”

You closed your eyes and wished that someone, anything, would hit Seungcheol in the head with all its strength, to the point he would faint and no longer be able to open his mouth to say a bunch of nonsense.

You turned to Jeonghan, who seemed confused by the whole situation — having been completely taken by surprise by Seungcheol's revelations. His eyes went from you, to Mingyu, to Seungcheol, and back to Mingyu.

Mingyu was pale as if he had just seen a ghost, his eyes wide and his hands frozen in front of his body. The pen that was spinning between his fingers had rolled across the table and stopped in front of Seokmin, who was looking at the situation in complete shock.

“Do you still have a crush on her or is that a thing of the past?”

“Oh for the love of god, Seungcheol, shut up.”

Even Jeonghan, who loved a joke, a tease to the very last second, was uncomfortable with the situation. He didn't know where to put his hands or who to look at. Mingyu seemed to want to sink into his chair. Seokmin had his chin glued to his chest, his eyes completely focused on the open book.

“Dude”

Jeonghan slapped Seungcheol on the head, who was just laughing at the situation as if everything was a big joke to him and probably it really was. The only problem was that no one was laughing with him.

“That's a valid question! I'm sure you're curious too”

You pushed the chair you were sitting in back hard, the friction of the metal on the floor probably leaving marks that would be there forever.

“Seriously, what's your problem?”

You grabbed the hood of Seungcheol's coat and pulled him out of the room, while he complained and made a fuss.

“You're strangling me!”

You rolled your eyes.

“At least you'll stop talking shit”

You stopped only when you were close to the door and could reach the doorknob with your free hand.

“It’s just a joke!” he tried to defend himself.

“You don’t have the right to come to my house and embarrass my friends, so if you don’t know how to behave, you can leave.”

You turned your back to him for a second, just long enough to grab his bag from the couch and throw it into his arms.

“You can’t kick me out, it’s not even your house.”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“Jeonghan?” you said without turning to look at your brother, your eyes never leaving Seungcheol.

“It’s her house, yeah.”

You raised your eyesbrows at him, mimicking him.

“See? Great, you can go now.”

Needless to say, the rest of the night had been pretty close to a funeral. Jeonghan had holed up in his room and you suspected he was either asleep or dead, because he hadn't made a single sound and hadn't come out for anything.

Mingyu didn't even dare to look at you, much less talk with you. A night that was already embarrassing enough because you still had college rumors swimming around in your brain had gotten even worse because, at some point during the night, Seungcheol had decided, in a not-so-casual way, to drop the bomb that Mingyu had a crush on you.

And no matter how much you thought about it, how many ways you tried to analyze and remember those years, it didn't make sense.

You were sure you had never spoken to Mingyu, that you hadn't spoken directly to him before. The first time you talked was a few weeks before, in college. Even if you didn't remember him, you were certain you hadn't of it. You always made a point of staying away from Jeonghan's teammates, your brother made a point of keeping them away too.

That old story, when one doesn't want to, two don't fight. And in this case, neither you nor Jeonghan had any interest in you getting closer to his teammates.

In your head, it didn't make sense. Seungcheol was just talking a bunch of nonsense because he could, because he knew you never had the urge to argue with him. With Jeonghan? Silly arguments were normal, you sent your brother to hell as easily as you fell asleep after a long day. But not with Seungcheol, because you knew he loved the fights, he had fun, you always chose to just let him talk until he got tired. It was one thing to tease you and another one, entirely too different, to do it with your friends.

Logically, you knew that at some point in the past Mingyu had been friends with him too, but you also knew that that friendship had died the moment Seungcheol graduated from school.

Seokmin was the only one who dared to say something, completely focused on the assignment, but it was obvious that he was trying to break the ice of the situation. Trying and failing.

“I think it’s time for us to go,” Seokmin said as soon as he heard the sound of a door coming down the hallway and a second later Jeonghan walked towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s kinda late” Mingyu agreed and stood up.

There was no way to disagree with them, it was late and the mood had gone down the drain. Prolonging the situation would almost be a form of torture for the three of you.

“Sorry about Seungcheol”

You didn’t know what to do with your hands. You wished you had pockets so you could have somewhere to hide them, but the leggings and shirt you were wearing didn’t provide any hiding spots.

“It’s okay, really” Mingyu assured you “He’s always been like this”

Seokmin went into the living room, but you and Mingyu remained standing there, barely breathing. You wanted to ask if it was true, if he really had a crush on you, or if Seungcheol was just trying to annoy someone and chose Mingyu. You also didn't understand what he had said, about Seungcheol “always being like this”. Did he mean annoying or someone who teased his friends with embarrassing secrets? Either answer would be correct but you wanted to hear it from him.

You wanted to ask, but you didn't have the courage. If it was true, it was bad and if it was a lie, it was worse. If it was true, you would feel even worse for not remembering him right away. If it was a lie, it would be bad you had liked to hear, when you knew you shouldn't care.

“I don't know if it's a good time,” he said, “but there's a game on Friday. You could go and take Kira with you.”

You were shaking your head before he could even finish speaking.

“It can’t, I already have a thing already”

“Oh, okay” he nodded and turned to the living room. “Bye, Jeonghan.”

Your brother appeared in the living room, putting his phone in his pocket, but looking like he had heard the entire conversation between you and Mingyu.

“Bye.”

You closed the door when you saw Mingyu and Seokmin enter the elevator. You were ready to hide in your room and try, even if it was impossible, to understand what had happened that night, but of course, Jeonghan had other plans. He was leaning against the wall in the hallway, his arms crossed over his chest, an inquisitive look on his face.

“Don’t start,” you warned.

Everything that had happened, not only that night but also during the week, had simply been too much for you. You had just gotten used to the idea of having Mingyu around, you had started to like having him around. But then everything happened so fast. A laugh on the sidewalk had become an unbridled make-out, a smile a declaration of love.

The rumors had gotten worse since that first day. Kira talked about them carefully, mainly because she knew you didn't want to be associated with athletes in any way, but she never failed to tell you anything about what was going on. That's only you begged her to tell you, otherwise it would be like in those cliché movies, the girl walking down the hallway and discovering all the rumors that were going around about her because she overheard someone's conversation.

And it wasn't like you hadn't gotten stares in the hallways, but the truth is that you had gotten used to them when you were still a teenager. Getting into that same skin of an apathetic, uncaring person was pretty easy.

"Why didn't you accept going to his game? You like it. It would have been fun”

And on top of that, as the cherry on the cake, because of course life couldn't just make things a little easier for you, there was that whole shit show from a few hours before. Even though you hated the situation with a passion, you knew there was some truth to it. At that moment, you felt, once again, as if you were still 15 years old, sitting in the living room at home, enduring whatever nonsense Seungcheol decided to say.

Seungcheol was the kind of guy who made jokes out of real situations. In that sense, he was the complete opposite of Jeonghan. Your brother came up with impossible situations, bordering on insanity, and spoke about them with such conviction that you felt compelled to believe him. Seungcheol, on the other hand, took small facts and distorted them, or just exaggerated them in some way.

At that moment, sitting at that table, watching Mingyu's face become completely devoid of any color, you knew it was true. Maybe, yes, an exaggerated version of the truth, but a truth nonetheless.

“Jeonghan, it's just… I can’t”

You walked past him. That scene was too familiar and despite the theme of the conversation being different, you didn't want to have to go through the same situation again.

“Because of me?”

“Because of him.”

You hated seeing that look on Jeonghan’s face like he blamed himself for everything that was wrong with you. Daddy issues? Mommy issues? Apparently, you had brother issues.

“You know, one day I hope you stop caring so much about what people think, because you’re barely living your life right now, hoping that someone, someday, won’t care.”

Jeonghan's words floated through your mind for days. You found yourself standing in the middle of the campus several times, analyzing the people who were walking from one side to the other, some in a hurry, others talking to each other, many too distracted with phones in their hands to pay attention to what was happening around them.

None of them, no matter how much part of your brain said otherwise, seemed to care about you.

Even though you had been the main topic of conversation for a few days, everything changed when someone on the football team got drunk enough to kneel on a bar table crying, declaring his undying love to a girlfriend from elementary school. You had hidden yourself for so long, away from everything that you considered to be a problem, that you had forgotten how things worked.

No one really cared — no one might be a little too much to say, but very few people looked at you and cared about what was happening. It was much easier to understand the situation than to start acting differently, but you hoped it was a start, however small it was.

Your phone started to vibrate in your hand, a second later the screen lit up, and the word mom flashed on the screen. You knew what she wanted. You had been avoiding her calls and messages for a couple days. But you knew you couldn't pretend you were in class anymore, come up with some lame excuse to ignore her. She had even called Jeonghan and asked, or rather ordered, him to tell you to call her. You had avoided it as much as possible.

“Hi, mom”

“Ah, you finally remembered you have a mom”

You could imagine the exact scene: your mother walking back and forth, her hair tied into a low ponytail, gesturing before dropping her hand and slapping her thigh. You couldn't help but smile when you heard the clear sound of footsteps, followed by a slap.

“Sorry, I've been busy. You know how it is.”

“I can always talk to your brother just fine”

You knew she didn’t mean anything, you knew it wasn’t a comparison — at least not a conscious one — but the sentence was received with a sting anyway.

“That’s because Jeonghan has a schedule for literally everything. I study until I nearly blackout or my brain turns to pudding, which ever comes first.”

You walked to nearest bench and sat down with a sigh.

“Have you been sleeping? Eating enough? You and your brother are terrible cooks, and I know he eats at the club most of the time, but what about you? I can come by every week and bring you food, it’s not a problem.”

She kept talking nonstop, you were sure she was already making a list of everything she needed to make enough food for a week.

“Mom!” you said loudly, loud enough for the girl next to you, who had headphones on, to look at you. You smiled awkwardly, lowering your head a little in apology. “Mom, we’re fine. We learned how to cook enough to survive.”

“Noodles are not a real meal.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We have vegetables, rice, and meat at home, Mom. I went shopping yesterday,” you said before she could say anything.

“One of these days I’ll show up and surprise you.”

“And on that day, you’ll find the fridge full and food ready,” you said jokingly.

You were silent for a few seconds, until she spoke again, this time her tone much more cautious.

“I know you don’t like it very much, that you’d rather be anywhere else, doing anything else, than participating in this, but just this year, couldn’t you consider going to the hospital gala? I know it’s the middle of the semester, that you have a lot of things to do, that you’re looking for an internship, but it’s just one night and…”

Even with all the differences you had with your mother, you didn’t like seeing — in this case, hearing — her begging for anything, much less for your presence at an event that you knew was important to the family. Ever since you started refusing to go to it, your mother never forced you to go. She insisted a little on the first year and asked if you hadn’t changed your mind at the last minute. But never like that. For whatever reason, she wanted you at the party, and by extension, you knew your father did too.

“I’ll go, Mom. I’m going to buy a dress tomorrow.”

Despite the distance, you knew your mother’s breath had caught in her throat, that she was trying her best to control herself. She liked parties and glamor and she liked it even more when you attended. And you liked it too, until… until you decided to avoid it.

You had to start somewhere, this whole thing of not caring what people thought. It was best to start somewhere at least somewhat familiar, right?

“I… set… I have…” she cleared her throat and began again “I made hair and makeup appointments for me. You want me to schedule it for you too?”

Her voice was almost shaking, making you feel even worse. Had you alienated yourself from mother to the point where she was shaking just because you agreed to go to a party?

“Could you make an appointment for a manicure too? I need to get my nails done.”

He walked into the room, adjusting his tie around his neck, laughing at whatever his sister had said, hating the feeling of being suffocated. He wanted, almost desperately, to take off the damn tie, but he knew better than to. His sister would laugh at the situation, but his parents, especially his father, would not be happy about it. It's not like he disliked the event itself, but he hated having to pretend. Pretending that he and his parents got along well and that the smiles they gave when someone complimented Mingyu were genuine.

It was all completely and utterly fake.

The truth was that Mingyu barely spoke to his parents. He didn't know when was the last time he had talked to them, just to talk. He didn't know what it was like to ask if everything was okay just because he cared. He didn't know what it was like to send a picture of a place, or anything, to his mom because he could, because he wanted to like he always saw Seokmin do.

He always tried his best to keep his distance. Maybe being so far away from his parents wouldn't make him feel like a complete failure every time he thought about them. Logically, he knew that wasn't the case, he knew he wasn't a failure, but he was a disappointment to his parents. So he kept his distance, it was easier.

He still attended events like that to keep up appearances, that was an important thing to them. Not having received support, affection, or love from his parents since he was 17? Insignificant compared to the need to maintain the idea of a united and happy family in front of their friends.

In the end, he didn't mind going to events like that, supposedly for charity. He liked seeing his sister and deep down he liked seeing his parents' friends praising him and saying how amazing it was that he had a career completely independent of his parents and even without their help.

Mingyu liked to think that his father had opened up about not having helped him at all in an attempt to seem tough and smarter than his son, but that only made him seem bitter every time his career as an athlete was the subject of conversation. Besides, he could see his school friends again. So it was a win-win situation: his parents kept up appearances and he had fun reminiscing about his school days as if it had been 20 years instead of just 3.

“If you keep pulling that tie, it’ll rip,” his sister said, laughing as she forced Mingyu’s hand down.

“It’s suffocating”

“Oh, you poor baby,” she pouted mockingly at Mingyu.

Mingyu shook his head and turned to the rest of the room, looking for a familiar face. He quickly found Jeonghan and Seungcheol but decided not to approach them as he normally would. If it had been last year’s party, Mingyu would have talked to them both, but this time he chose to stay in the same place.

That night at Jeonghan’s house still left a bitter taste in Mingyu’s mouth. He had a plan, which might not have worked — that probably wouldn’t have worked — but if one day you found out about his teenage crush, Mingyu wanted you to find out by him, and not through some guy who had brought it up for no reason. He wanted to ask you out, to go little by little until you felt comfortable with him. But Seungcheol did him the huge favor of throwing everything out the window for a joke.

It’s like that old saying: I lose the friend, but I don’t lose the joke. And Mingyu wasn’t his friend, not now or back in school, so truthfully there was no loss for Seungcheol.

And then he saw you.

For a second he thought it was a mirage. It had been years since you had last been to that kind of event. Your last one was Mingyu’s first. He thought he was imagining things, that he was so crazy wanting to talk to you that he had started to imagine you in places you weren’t.

He watched as you walked right past Seungcheol, even when he tried to talk to you and stopped next to Jeonghan. Your expression was serious, a little uncomfortable, but beautiful.

The strapless dress slid down your body, almost as if it had been molded to your curves perfectly, tailored just for you. Your hair was loose over your back, just two strands framing your face. And your lips... lips painted in the sexiest shade of red he had ever seen.

Forget the little crush he had back in high school, this didn't even compare. It was a goddamn waterfall. Mingyu felt like he was standing next to one too with the way his heart was beating so loudly and deafening in his ears.

It was official, he was lost. He didn't know what to do. It was the first time he had felt this nervous in your presence. Before, it had been like butterflies flying around in his stomach, that kind of fun anxiety, the one that makes one giddy and excited.

He tugged at his tie again and grabbed a glass from the tray of a waiter who passed by. He didn't know what it was and also he didn't care, he needed something to wet his throat. The liquid went down bitterly, burning. The surprise made him have a small coughing fit.

Suddenly it was as if all eyes had turned to him, including yours. You smiled slowly as Minseo patted Mingyu on the back, trying to help, but making the situation even worse.

You quickly turned to Jeonghan, saying something for a second before walking towards Mingyu. With each step you took, he felt like his heart was beating faster and faster, to the point of almost exploding in his chest.

Over your shoulder, he saw Jeonghan smile and give him a thumbs up.

"Go for a walk," he said to his sister, without taking his eyes off you.

Did he say a waterfall? Forget it, it was more like an entire ocean.

Unconsciously, you smoothed your dress at least twice as you walked towards Mingyu. In a place full of so many theoretically important people, much more important than the two of you, it was very easy to go to him. Taking all those steps wasn't scary at all.

The feeling was completely different from that one time you had talked in college. That day, you had waited for him, your fingers trembling a little because you were in a place where anyone could see you. However, at that moment, you didn't feel any kind of nervousness.

Maybe, there was some nervousness, but the good kind. When you're excited to do something, the kind that you were sure would bring good things. You liked to think that the good thing at the moment was Mingyu.

"You look, wow... stunning."

He smiled and it was as if the breath had been taken from you, as if for a whole second your lungs forgot their purpose, forgot that they were supposed to push air into your body.

“Look at you, using pretty words,” you somehow found your voice again.

You tried your best to hide the nervousness you felt, the slight tremor in your voice. You didn’t know why you were feeling that way. You had seen Mingyu so many times, before and after you found out who he was. You had seen him in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt walking around campus; you were at the bar when he walked in wearing an all-denim look and glasses on the back of his head — you remembered finding that way of wearing glasses ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it made sense on him —, you had seen him walking around with his cap on backward.

You had always made a point of staying as far away from him and the circle he frequented as possible, but you could never deny that he was gorgeous. But there, in that moment, in that a black suit, his tie a little crooked and the most magnificent smile you had ever seen, you thought that maybe you didn’t need to force yourself to be away from him all the time.

“Just to impress a beautiful woman.”

You smiled, even though you tried to contain yourself, pressing your lips together. But you knew it was useless. There wasn't a single cell in your body that didn't like the attention you were getting, that didn't like his compliments.

“You haven't been to one of these in years.”

You nodded and looked over your shoulder. Your mother was chatting animatedly with a colleague, her eyes shining as she held out her hand and a second later your father was beside her.

You had all these differences with your parents, things that you disliked about them, and that made you keep your distance from them, but the truth is that you loved them.

When you arrived at your parent's house to get ready earlier that day, your dress in the bag, your backpack almost falling off your shoulders, it was as if you had been transported to your house 8 years before. But it was also different.

You half expected some comment, anything, no matter how small, that could be a comparison with Jeonghan — how even though he was completely busy with work if he didn't have a game or any specific schedule, he would always go to events, while you did everything to avoid it. But the comment never came.

Your mother sat by your side all day, asking you questions about yourself, about college, about the internship. She never mentioned Jeonghan, and when you tried to mention him, the only answer you got was “I don’t want to know about your brother, I want to know about you.”

You wanted to cry when you heard those words. It was the kind of thing you laways wanted to hear from her. The confirmation that you didn’t need to be compared to Jeonghan, that it was okay not to live in his shadow all the time.

“Do you come every year?”

“Yeah, my mother and sister would forgive me if I missed it.”

You nodded with a low noise in the back of your throat and took a step forward, your body a little too close to Mingyu’s, your fingers closing around his tie and pulling it slightly to the side until it was aligned with the buttons of his shirt.

You didn’t know what possessed you to do that. All your sane neurons, which hadn’t melted when he smiled at you for the first time, screamed that you were one step away from insanity, that you were, in fact, already crazy. You were sure that nurses the size of refrigerators would show up and take you to the psychiatric ward of the hospital at any second.

You licked your lips and took a step back, avoiding looking directly at Mingyu.

“It was the first time my mother managed to convince me in years” you admitted.

You looked around, looking for a waiter, wishing one would materialize in front of you, just so you could have something to hold on to, but have something to do with his hands, but there was none around.

“I'll thank her as soon as I see her.”

“You're a shameless flirt, aren't you?”

“Only when there's a gorgeous woman in front of me.”

The rest of the night went by smoothly, without any temporary bouts of insanity. There were a few moments, but you managed to control yourself every time. You managed to control the urge you had when you were next to him, to simply hold his hand.

Your mother was a great help, taking you away from Mingyu now and then to introduce you to some friends and coworkers. Jeonghan was by your side every time you weren't with Mingyu, like a bodyguard. You wondered if he was acting that way because you had said those things to him before; and if your mother's change in attitude was also related. Despite it all, although you had been shown off for part of the night, you had had fun. It could also have been the alcohol talking.

You had accepted a few more glasses than you should have. You were far from drunk, but you were certainly not in your sanest state. However, the alcohol brought a wave of courage to you, which until then had been completely unknown.

Towards the end of the gala, after dinner, when some of the guests had already started to leave, you saw Mingyu at the table next to yours. His parents sat in front of him, his sister next to him, and some people you had no idea who they were sat on at the edges. Mingyu kept his head low, nodding now and then. He seemed desperate to get out of there.

Before reason could prevail, you stood up and walked towards him. You placed your hand on his shoulder and leaned your body forward until your face was close to his.

“Can you help me with something?”

You didn't notice the tremor in Mingyu's voice when he asked to be excused because your whole body was shaking too. You smiled at his parents and turned towards the exit, needing some fresh air.

A new wave of tremors and electricity ran through your body when Mingyu put his hand on your lower back. He was neither guiding nor rushing you. His hand was simply there, lightly. He pulled the door open for you and somehow still managed to keep his hand on you.

You liked it, the weight of it, his presence there.

"Did something happen?" he asked when you were far enough from the door and prying ears, letting his hand drop at the side of his body.

You just shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, suddenly missing the warmth from inside.

"No, you just seemed to be suffering" you half smiled, half laughed, suddenly feeling a little pathetic for assuming things.

Mingyu smiled at you then, removing his jacket and dropping it over your shoulder.

"Thank you. If it weren't for you, this night would have sucked entirely"

It was silent for a minute, neither one of you doing anything at all. You were simply standing side by side, his elbow brushing yours from time to time while he rocked on his heels.

It was most definitely the alcohol talking, it had to be because there was no way you'd ever say what you were about to say if it weren't for it. Never, in good and normal conscience you'd have been bold enough. And yet, there you were.

"Can I ask you something?"

You turned to him and got a nod as an answer, his eyes expectant and curious. You forced the words out before you had the chance to stop yourself.

"That day, at my place, Seungcheol mentioned you having a crush on me. Was that true?"

There was a beat of silence, as Mingyu's smile slowly dropped. It was enough to make you regret the question, almost enough to make you regret the whole thing. Seeing Mingyu at the gala was a pleasant surprise, his presence was something you were grateful for during the night. You didn't mean to ruin it at the last minute.

You blamed the alcohol, though it had very little to do with your decision. You had been curious and wanted to ask Jeonghan about it but didn't dare to do so, not when you knew that your brother would be able to read right through you.

You blamed Seungcheol and his constant puppy eyes throughout the night, following your every move. His clear apologetic look, though no sorry words were said. His pride was too big for that.

You blamed yourself too, for being curious about it. You were just fine when he was just a guy from college, someone you'd see now and then in a poster, or someone you heard of in passing.

You blamed Mingyu too.

"Yeah, it was," he finally answered, sinking his hands into his pants pockets.

Screw it, you thought, if it's raining I might as well get drenched.

"And now?"

You held your breath, waiting for his answer.

"Still is," he said, voice soft, this almost apologetic smile on his lips.

You closed your eyes for just a second, somehow lavishing on his answer. There was a small smile on your lips as you turned to him, gripping his tie and pulling him down until you could press your lips to his.

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miguelhugger2099 · 10 months ago

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OMG HIIIII I HAVE A REQUESTTTTT

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So imagine Fem reader just going through her closet throwing out old things along with miguel and she finds an old shoebox of hers opens it and its her retired vibrator and pink dildo that she hasn’t used since she started dating Miguel and she’s looking at him awkwardly since she said that she totally threw them away so miguel gets back at her by taking the toys and making her use them

ANYWHO BYYEE THANKKZZZ

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me when you appear in my inbox, throw a smut prompt in my face and dip: ∑(; °Д°) i genuinely had fun with this request i made him speak more spanish than usual idk why lol but as always, if you don't like it, i'd be more than happy to make another one <3

Miguel x Reader, Smut, Word Count: 2,777

You stare up into your messy closet; old clothes, old photos and yearbooks and maybe some plastic shopping bags you forgot about were all scattered inside. Hands on your hips, you blink at the cluttered mess while Miguel is behind you and crosses his arms with an unamused look. “You really let it get this bad?” He asks, looking down at you. Miguel had called to say he wanted to see you but you told him it was cleaning day for you and you decided to deep clean. He assured you he still wanted to come over and even help you but when he arrived he wasn’t expecting to see how even the smallest places needed organizing. Life got in the way, you told him. You shrug and let out a deep sigh. “Just help me.” You grunt with a roll of your eyes and go on your tiptoes to reach the top shelf in your closet. There was a big heavy box filled with god-knows-what and you huffed as you slammed it down on your bed. Miguel takes a peek through it while your hands empty out the contents. A two year old angel halloween costume, childhood belongings for sentimental value and a local shopping bag that held your graduation gown. “How do you even still have these?” Miguel scoffs a laugh while he digs through with you, picking up a stack of old movie tickets you used to collect. You snatch the wad of crumbled tickets back with a pout on your face. “They have sentimental value.” Miguel chuckles and teasingly pinches the tip of your nose. “I know but stop being a hoarder. C’mon. Pick what you wanna keep and pick what you don’t. I’ll get a trash bag for the stuff you don’t want.” Miguel then steps out of the room, leaving you alone to set up two piles. You huffed out a big sigh and got to work. Carefully, you picked things one by one to decide if you really needed it.

Some old shirts that didn't fit you were tossed in the don't want pile and the cute headband you thought you lost was placed in the keep pile. Any other things like some old bags or trinkets you grew out of were placed in a different pile on the floor for trash. When the top shelf was fairly cleaned out, Miguel came back with two large black trash bags and began helping you stuff the things away for donation, trash or something along those lines. You then sat on your knees to start on the floor area of the closet, picking out shoes that were too small now and tossing them to Miguel. You reached for a small shoe box in the corner and opened it up to see if any shoes inside were still usable. You didn’t expect to see a matching set of your old baby pink vibrator and hot pink dildo catching dust inside. You gagged on your own spit in surprise, feeling the color drain from your face. You were sure you threw it out. You didn’t need them anymore, not since your first time with Miguel just a little over a year and a half ago. “What’s that?” You hear Miguel peek over you, curious since you stopped handing him things. You slam the shoebox shut. “Nothing!” But he had already seen it. “It’s nothing–haha.” You strained, standing up to open the trash bag Miguel brought to throw it in there but he stops your wrist. With his other hand he takes the box and you screech, trying to take it back. He lifts it open and inside are the familiar toys he’d seen before.

He remembered assuring you that you didn’t need them anymore–not with him around. So he made you promise something to him that day. He made you promise to throw it away after you both had sex; that while you had him, no flimsy toy could ever satisfy you like he could. You kept most of that promise. You really hadn’t picked them up since, you just forgot to actually throw them out. “I thought I told you to trash these.” He glared down at you. You pause reaching for the box, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as you try to excuse yourself. “I-I did—I was!” You stutter and feel yourself get smaller and panic when he cocks an eyebrow up. “I haven’t used them!” “At all?” “At all.” You grip around his forearm, hoping he wouldn’t be pissed you broke your promise. He glances back down into the box, the sight of it pissing him off. “Sit.” And so you sat on your bed, looking up at Miguel. Miguel picks up the small baby pink bullet vibrator in his hand. He turns it around to find the button and playfully clicks through the different settings. The buzz of the bullet makes your face burn, slightly angry and embarrassed how he’s just fucking around. “Okay, I get it! I’m sorry–just throw it out.” You groan and reach for it again but he snaps his head to glare down at you and you freeze. His eyes narrowed. “How’d you like it?” He asks, turning to face you, your eyes meeting his stomach before you look up.

“Huh?” You ask. He presses through the settings again as if guessing. “Did you like it slow?” He clicks to the first vibration. “Or maybe fast?” He hums as he clicks to the fifth vibration. He guesses you like it faster. You’re stumped. You weren’t sure where he was going with this. You don’t think he’s angry but he’s quiet–there’s something about him that’s changing the shift in your conversation. You cross your legs together when you hear the small buzz increasing. “Fast,” You mutter. “Start at one or two then to three or four.” You look away from him playing with your old toys, your heart speeding up at the sight of the two things that gave you pleasure these past few years. Miguel tosses the box on the bed. You yelp when Miguel pushes you down onto the bed, his knee already forcing your legs apart. You gape up at him, open mouthed in shock when the look on his face is more sinister, head full of ideas of what he’s planning to do. It makes you gulp nervously. “How ‘bout I try them out? You let me know if they’re just as good as me, yeah?”

“Huh?” You squeak out and before you know it, Miguel crashes his lips onto yours. Your eyes flutter close and your hands find purchase in his hair, a dance the two of you knew like the back of your hand. His tongue easily slips through to the inside of your mouth, entangling itself with your own tongue. You moan and roll your eyes back, kissing his back with equal fervor. You buck your hips up to grind yourself on his knee, you can already feel yourself getting wet. He helps alleviate that pressure by rubbing his knee to your aching pussy and you sigh in relief. His left hand holds your waist then moves up your body to cup a tit in his hand that makes you moan his name between kisses. Miguel then slides that hand under your shirt, lifting it up to show your bra. His kisses don't relent up, instead pushing your bra up to reveal your breasts to him and freeing them from confinement. He massages your breast in one hand and ghosts his thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden from the soft touch. Miguel moves his hand to tug your pants down and you lift your hips up to help him rip them off. He clicks the button of the vibrator and ever so gently presses it against your clothed cunt, the small wet patch making it easier to feel through the fabric. You jolt from the buzz, gasping and holding onto Miguel’s wrist. He rips your hand off and collects both of them to pin them above your head. Just one hand from him is enough to render you helpless. He then pushes your panties aside to slip the vibrator right on your clit. You choked on a gasp and tried to pry your hands away from him but he wouldn’t lend up. Your hips squirmed around to try and get away from the sudden stimulation. “I bet you missed this feeling, huh? Is it better than my cock?” He hums against your neck. You shake your head, your face burning up with desire. “N-no…” You whined, nothing was as good as Miguel but he tsks under his breath.

“No? But look at you making a mess on it already. I barely even started.” He whispers, leaning up to bite your earlobe and you moan. His voice had gotten deeper, more husky–just how you liked it. He rubs it gently, applying pressure a few times to find the spot that hits your nerves. You moaned his name when he found the exact point and he began circling around your swollen nub. His action made you jump from pleasure, the shock of it hitting your chest and down to your pussy. “Un poco de vibración y ya estás mojadita en mi mano.” He murmurs, clicking the bullet to a faster pace. You writhe and struggle between deciding to close or open your legs. Miguel struggles to keep the small bullet in his hand, the toy being incredibly tiny compared to his large fingers especially when it was wet from your cunt. Growing frustrated, Miguel pulls the vibrator off your clit making you whimper. He lugs your nimble body up and he moves to lay back against the headboard laying you to rest against his chest. You can feel his strained cock behind you but you barely have time to properly register it before he places your familiar hot pink dildo in front of you. “Muestrame cómo lo usaste antes.” He brushes his lips behind your ear. He helps you hold onto the base of it and you weakly look up at him with a lustful and dazed hum. “Miggy…” You whimper.

“Hazlo.” He growls as he places the silicon tip at your weeping entrance. He rubs the girth of it between your folds to lube it up, especially at its tip. He then lets go of your hand to move up to your breast and starts fondling the round flesh in his palm, using his fingers to roll and flick the nub. It sparks pleasure to your stomach and you bite your lip. You take a firm grip around the dildo and slide it inside your folds, your pussy sucking up the toy into its walls slowly. You moan and lean your head on Miguel’s shoulder. He leans down to nibble on your neck, his canines catching your flesh in between them as he suckles gently while playing with your perky tits. Miguel’s left hand holds the baby pink vibrator and he sets it at its lowest setting before placing it over your clit again. You gasp and arch your back off of Miguel’s chest, bucking your hips to meet the vibrator which makes you also shove the dildo further inside your cunt. “Hnngh! Mig–uel!” You mewled, closing your eyes as you submit to ecstasy. Miguel chuckles, kissing your jaw. “Que te pasa? I’m barely doing a thing. That’s all you, mami.” He rubs the toy around your swollen clit while you pump the dildo in and out of you. Your hips thrust in time with your hand with the vibrator slipping and even smearing your juices from around your labia. Miguel turns up the speed of the buzzing and you let out a high-pitched moan. “No–no, please–” You squeal. “Wait–wait…” You pleaded and grabbed his wrist but Miguel didn't budge. “I thought you liked it fast.” He teased.

“‘s..’s too much…” You mutter, slowing down the dildo into soft long strokes, fucking it up into yourself to hit that sweet spot Miguel always hits. Even with a toy, you’re thinking of him. Miguel pulls on your hardened nipple and you cry out, clenching on the dildo. “Too much?” He scoffs. “You’ve taken a lot more, nena. C’mon, make it faster just how you like it, yeah?” He mutters, moving your hand off the silicon to replace it with his. With your hand now free, you reach up and behind you to grab onto Miguel’s locks. Miguel then pumps the dildo deeper inside you causing you to scream and pull on his hair, bucking your hips against the toy. “Miggy, Miggy–!” You whined, looking down at the sight of his hands using the pretty pink set of adult toys filling and playing with your wet pussy. “Oh, fuck…” You groan, thrusting yourself wildly onto the silicon. “More…” He smirks. “There she is.” He groans and clicks the vibrator to a higher setting, the buzz becoming louder as it surrounds your sensitive clit and folds, the dildo pounding into your cunt at a fast yet hard pace. It was like Miguel was fucking you with his cock himself. “Is it better than me, mami? Did you miss stuffing these inside you?” He murmurs against your ear as he continues to thrust it inside you, slipping the vibrator in circles and pressing it against your puffy entrance.

You shake your head while sweat beads down your forehead. “No…” You whined. Miguel doesn’t believe you. “No? Should I stop?” He slowed his hand down and was about to turn off the buzzing bullet when you squealed and grabbed his wrist tightly to stop him. “Don’t stop.” You pleaded, panting since you finally got the chance to regulate your breathing. Miguel tuts in disapproval. “It’s only good when you do it…” You murmured and his smirk grew back on his lips. “Oh yeah?” He kisses your cheek, slowly starting up his pace again, staring at the way your slick glistens against the hot pink color. You relax on his back again, stuttering your hips as they thrust up. “Mhm..” You moan and gasp when he pounds the toy into you, its soft balls slapping against you. In the middle of fucking you with your own toy, Miguel’s hand gets drenched with the overwhelming amount of juices that you leaked out of your wet pussy. He resists the urge to rip the dildo out from you and dive between your legs for a taste. He settles for licking his chapped lips instead and fucks it into you faster. Your body begins sweating profusely, squirming about as you try to reach your high as fast as you could. Miguel presses the vibrator at a faster pace and you screech, your nails digging into his skin. Your face scrunches up in pleasure and your breathing becomes uneven, panting heavy breaths as your mind gets clouded with the goal of cumming.

“Already close, mama? Go ahead.” He urged you further to your release. He watched as he hands made quick work to fuck and please you, bewitched with how perky your nipples got and how your body bounced and grinded on some plastic dick. “Miguel, harder…” You whined, spreading your legs further apart. With a kiss to your neck, he thrusts the dildo into you and clicks the vibrator to its highest setting, shocking your nerves and getting the breath knocked out of you as it makes you see stars. You screech out a high pitched moan, stilling and shaking your legs while your pussy clamps on the toy and drenches it in your cum. Miguel slips it out with a wet shlick and sets the vibrator to a lower setting to ease out your orgasm. With now one hand free, he wraps his arm around you and cups your left breast, giving it a small squeeze before pushing your bra back down over them. He kisses along your neck and jaw, murmuring praises to you. “Así es, hiciste bien…” He whispers as you slowly come out from the haze. You pant softly and twitch when the vibrator buzzes on your now sensitive clit. Miguel turns it off quickly and sets it to the side with the dildo and rubs your inner thighs comfortingly. You hum and lean back against him, catching your breath as your cheeks slowly stop burning as well. “Do you still wanna keep them?” He kisses along your neck, feeling your blood pump through your veins. You gaze over at the box and to the abandoned toys to the side. “Maybe the vibrator. The dildo wasn’t big enough.”

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mattsfavbigtitties · 5 months ago

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Pregnant w/Matt's Baby (Headcanons)

Warnings: Smut this time my boos, lots of fluffy, breeding kink, and a tiny bit of cussing.

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A/n: This is dedicated to my lovely @riowritesitall and i appreciate u so muccchhh for helping come up with these ideas my boo😘

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- It was so exciting to see your first ever ultrasound of your baby, you just couldn’t wait! Sitting in the waiting room with Matt was so nerve racking you never thought you’d survive the teasingly short wait.

Once in the room and laying down you held onto Matt's hand while waiting for the sonographer to come in. “I feel the need to just run away Matty.” You tried to joke around and laughed a bit. Matt smiled softly at you and chuckled replying, “It’s alright baby, don’t be too nervous. We’ll finally see our little bean.”

The comment made your nerves calm down a bit as you breathed in and out slowly to regulate your heart. Soon after the sonographer finally came in and got the machines ready you were ready for the gel to be applied.

“Alright mama, are you ready to see your baby?” The doctor asked with an encouraging smile on her face. “Yep! Can’t wait.” You nervously laugh and Matt squeezes your hand to remind you he’s there for you.

“This will be a bit cold so don’t freak too much haha” She chuckled and went ahead and took the gel from the holder squeezing it at the bottom of your stomach. You flinch a bit at the sudden coldness and watch as she gets the camera stick thing to put on the gel. She spreads the gel while looking at the screen showing you where everything is.

You gasp loud when you see the little bean baby. “That’s my baby?” You whisper to Matt with a little wavering voice. Matt leans his arm around you in a slight hug(standing beside your bed) while both of you are staring at the screen.

“Yeah baby, aren’t they the cutest?” He whispers in your ear with a small sniffle. You hum in recognition, turning your face into his chest crying silently from seeing your baby. He rests his head on yours and smiles while continuing to stare at the screen.

- Telling the other 2 about the baby a day after the ultrasound^. You’re currently sitting the closest you can be to Matt without sitting ON him. You and Matt made Nick and Chris sit on their couch for a ‘family’ meeting.

The ultrasound photos in an envelope are clutched tightly in your hands. You know you had nothing to worry about the two boys would never have a bad reaction from the way they’ve talked about kids in the past.

“Well, are we just gonna sit here and collect dust or are you guys actually gonna say something.” Nick throws his hands up in desperation. Chris agrees with him making you sigh in exasperation and plunge the envelope into Chris’ arms which were the closest to you.

Nick goes silent with some suspicion written on his face side eyeing you two and watches Chris open the paper. Chris’ mouth drops open in shock and his eyes go straight to your stomach where you seemed to have moved your hands to in the meantime.

You and Matt both give him a nod with a sweet tight lipped smile in anticipation. Nick got antsy and felt a little left out there and ripped the envelope and what seemed to be pictures(?) out of his brother's hand.

“Oh my God..” One of Nick’s hands flew up to his mouth real quick. “This is amazing guys!!” Chris cut through the silence easily and jumped up to hug you tight. Which knocked Nick out of his shock and looked at you both with such admiration and a bit of disgust.

“Although I'm really happy about this, I just can't get that you two actually HAVE sex in this house out of my head to make this little turd in your tummy.” The joke made you sigh and laugh after he finally got up to pull you in a hug.

“Well thanks Nicky-poo I appreciate that.” You hug him back just a bit tighter than usual. You laid your head on his chest while he pat your head once then rubbed your back.

“You do know all the shit I'm gonna get you now right?” He said, making you laugh again.

- The first weird food cravings you get is when you’re in the second month of your first trimester. When your cravings began they started with small little things like adding in foods you’ve never liked and definitely worked their way up to the weirdest combinations fast.

The first time Matt saw you eat something you hated it was with mayonnaise. It was just a normal day hanging out with the triplets in their living room when you suddenly had the urge to eat a ham sandwich with mayonnaise. You’ve never eaten a single thing with just straight up mayo before around him.

So when Matt looked over at you when you said you were hungry and went to make something to eat he never once in his life expected you to whip out the mayo from the fridge.

He was so flabbergasted as he said “Babe? I thought you hated mayo?” with the cutest and most confused face and voice ever. It made you laugh quite a bit as you were a bit confused too until you realized what was happening.

The first weird combination you had was definitely the first of the worst if it was Matt's opinion. When Matt came into the kitchen to see you spreading some peanut butter on a piece of bread he thought you were making a pb&j, so he was pretty cool about it.

Until he saw the pickles next to the plate of bread. “Pickles too!?” He said in a disgusted voice with a crinkled nose. You giggled facing him with the knife in your hand, “Yeah baby, just got the craving.” And went back to making your peanut butter and pickle sandwich. Matt just made an ‘ugh’ sound with a dramatic shiver of his body and went to get in the fridge.

- You never noticed your little bump before, but one day when you were changing Matt saw it! It was early in the afternoon and you had decided to finally change out of your pajamas. Matt was currently playing fornite with his brothers on the computer, so you chose to sneak in quietly.

Of course you weren’t too quiet getting your clothes out of the closet as he asked what you were doing and if you were okay. “Yeah babe, just changing into actual clothes.” You reply with a snort. You hear him hum in response as you leave the closet with the clothes in hand.

Obviously this far into the relationship you were comfortable enough to change without turning your back to him. So when you started taking off your pants and shirt Matt glanced at you, sticking his eyes just a little longer on your stomach.

You pick up the shirt you chose off the bed pulling it over your head as you hear a small gasp from your lover. You look at Matt and see his mouth agape with aw.

“What is it?” You ask in confusion. He got up, placing his headphones on the desk and walking towards you. “Baby, have you not noticed yet?” He relished in his excitement. “No? What’s it Matty? Tell me.” You stamp your foot pulling your shirt down with a small whine.

Matt grabs your shirt and pulls it up with a contagious smile on his face, clearly excited for some reason you have no idea. He held one of your hands with his other to your tummy telling you to look down.

Your face lit up in happiness, see the tiniest of bumps right there on you. You gasp softly and smile brightly, “Oh my fucking God, this is so cute! My first ever baby bump coming in.”

“Yep my sweet baby girl. Both of my babies are so precious and pretty.” Matt chuckles and kisses you softly as you kiss back.

- It was a pretty chill day when you first felt the slight kick in your bladder. The swift kick made you jolt in place startling Matt who was next to you on the couch.

It all happened so quickly and forcefully you almost peed yourself and had to run to the bathroom. Mat called out for you asking if you were okay or needed anything, but all you were focused on was to see if it would happen again.

After finishing up wiping you stood in front of the mirror holding up your shirt intensely watching your tummy bump. A few seconds went by and they kicked again!

When Matt never got a reply he got worried and set his phone down speed walking to his bathroom. “Babe? You okay in there?” His gentle knock on the door snapped you out of your stare, sounding so worried you felt a bit guilty.

You left one hand holding your shirt up and used the other to open the door to face the cutest furrowed eyebrows ever. “I felt a kick, Matty!” You tell him excitement clearly in your voice. His eyebrows shot to the ceiling, “What?! Lemme feel.” He couldn’t hide his own excitement at all making you laugh a bit grabbing his hand quickly placing it on your bump.

“It’ll happen just wait a bit baby.” You say after a while of nothing. When they do kick again a few minutes later Matt feels it on his hand. “Oh my God, this is amazing baby.” He whispers with the largest smile on his face you’ve ever seen.

- Gender reveal party beginning of 3rd trimester. You had let Nick(and a little bit of Chris) plan everything for the gender reveal. The little rascal chose to make a small cookout with some fun games to play.

Since the baby was due in October he decided to make the theme halloween-y and bought a cute pumpkin cake with the color of the baby inside. You were so happy to see your closest best friend make such big plans for you. You had such a great time playing all the baby dedicated games and seeing all the stuff matts and your family got you for the baby.

Your favorite part(of course) was the big reveal! When Nick took the cake out of the fridge and sat it in front of you at the patio table. “It’s so cute Nick, thanks bro. We really appreciate it all, for real.” Matt squeezes your hand with his smiling at your equally bright grin.

“Yep! It’s all so adorable!” You squeal giving Nick a kiss on the cheek before he goes to sit beside Chris who was right next to Matt. “You better be! It was real hard work!” Nick points at you while failing to hold back his smile telling you it was one of his jokes.

“Alright! Let’s cut this bad boy open huh mama?” Matt holds the knife up for you to grab it with him. You place your hand on top of his and start to cut through the pumpkins eye.

After cutting the piece in a triangle you get antsy and wiggle in your seat. The knife went under the cake slice slowly pulling it out and onto the plate. Everyone starts clapping and shouting in happiness and congratulating you for the new baby boy!!

You squeal and jump up bringing Matt with you hugging him real tight. “I can’t believe it Matty! We’re gonna have a baby boy..” You sniffle into him, tightening your hands on his shirt holding him fit against you.

You felt his hand on your waist with the other rubbing the back of your head. “I know baby, isn’t it so exciting.” He places a kiss on your head as you hear a little sniffle too. “I know..” He whispers into your head resting his on yours while swaying you both side to side.

- Getting off the flight from Boston was definitely tiring to say the least. For your feet specifically. After all the standing around at Matt’s family house for your gender reveal, you were sure to feel it for days. They were hurting practically the whole flight, but you being you, never told Matt anything the entire way back.

Though when you did tell him in the car on the way to their house he’d made a big deal about it to you telling you he’d make sure to rub them when home. You were eternally grateful for said massage when finally home in Matt’s bed.

- More often than not these days you’ve been hornier than usual. So when one early morning Matt unsurprisingly awoke to you rubbing your ass on him. You heard him groan and grip onto your hips rutting his growing erection into your ass.

You bit your lip trying to keep quiet since you were currently in Matt’s bed at the triplets house. “You love making it difficult for me, don’t you baby” Matt whispered huskily into your ear while running his hand down your stomach to where your aching folds rest under your pink panties.

You hum in response and bring your own hand back towards his hips to his aching member pulsing in his boxers. It’s pretty amazing to you that in such little time you can make Matt’s dick hard as a rock.

You squeeze him and start teasingly rubbing him while he rubs between your lips to reach your clit. You turn your face to press your lips against his and moan into his mouth when he speeds up his fingers on your bud.

A few seconds go by and Matt starts to get fed up with the teasing and decides to get to it. He takes his mouth off yours and pulls off your hand only to take off his boxers along with your panties. You rest one of your hands under your pillow and the other on Matt’s hips to help line him up with your glistening hole.

He lifted up your leg to really get in there and to bring you impossibly closer to him. “You ready baby?” he gently asks you. When he sees you nod that’s all he needs to know before he pushes his dick head in slowly.

You moan softly, sounding like a sigh, at the full feeling when he’s fully settled inside. You hear him groan lowly from behind you still holding your leg up with a tight grip on your thigh. He rests his forehead on your nape and you feel his shaky warm breath against your hot skin.

“You can move now.” You whisper, squeezing his hip as a signal to keep going. You feel him move his head off your nape just to press gentle kisses to your shoulder as he starts moving his hips back.

You clench around him and get a stuttered hip in response. Once his tip is back at your entrance he waits a few seconds then sharply slams his hips in at full speed. You squeak loud and gasp at the pressure inside as your boyfriend continues to thrust in and out quickly.

You feel Matt let go of your thigh and instead put his hand around your stomach. He uses his other arm that was under your shoulder to put his hand over your mouth.

“You don’t want the guys to hear you, do you? Unless you wanna be heard by the whole world then I think you’d best be quiet huh?” Matt groans by your ear making you clench around him and moan in response opening your mouth to accompany his fingers.

He slows his hips as soon as he feels that tug in his stomach, pushing his fingers deeper in your throat. “Don’t you just look so pretty, all plump and round with our baby. Makes me wanna keep you pumped full of my cum everyday just to get you all big again.” He moves his hand from your mouth to clutch one of your boobs and reach his hand that wrapped around your bump to your clit once more.

You start rutting your hips up into his hand whining for more. Matt’s hips increase in speed like before as he bites into your shoulder. Your climax comes up fast and quick as you feel him penetrate in deep spots you’ve never felt and your legs begin to shake from the pleasure.

“Ohhh Mattyyyy, I’m coming~.” you gasp in between speaking as you feel him pull back from your shoulder. “Oh fuck babygirl. I’m coming too.” He breathes whispering loud enough for only you to hear.

His climax finally bursting inside you, squirting your insides with his creamy liquid. He halts deep in you and slowly pulls his member out, seeing all the cum seep out from your abused hole. All you could hear in the room was the heavy breathing from both of you.

You turn around to him to kiss him and lay your head on his chest. “I love you Matty.” You feel his chuckle from the movement and feel one hand rest around your wait and the other scratch your scalp.

“I love you too baby, now go to sleep, pretty lady.”

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

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mybreakofdawn · 4 months ago

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Loved since the beginning

You and Michael have been friends for as long as you remember, from childhood to adulthood, with ups and downs. But will you guys eventually confess to each other that you love one another?

This begins at the beginning of thriller in the making. I'll try to go through every era, haha, but be patient with me.

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Chapter 1

The beginning of what will be

[<3rd pov>]

It is somewhere in 1981, and Y/n was on set watching her childhood best friend filming his music video. She moved her head on the rhythm and smiled as she saw him dance and sing to his own music.

“Cut! Amazing, you guys can take five, “ the director instructed. Y/n stood up, brushing her skirt of a bit when she suddenly got picked up and spun around, making her scream.

“Michael! Put me down!!” She held onto Michael for dear life while he chuckled and softly put Y/n on her feet again.

“I can’t help it, im so happy you are here Y/n it means a lot to me.” He smiled at her, brushing some hair from her face, making her blush a little.

“How can i not support my best friend Mikey?” she giggled. “You also do the same for me. Hell, you just come with me to everywhere i go, on tour, to the studio. My point is, i do it with love.” Y/n said poking his cheeks, making him blush slightly.

“Wel, i do it with as much love as you do, girl~” he grinned and looked into her (e/c) eyes. “You know.. we should make a song together, we haven’t done that before, and we know each other like forever already, “ Michael said, suddenly making Y/n giggle.

“Sure, Mikey, but i should warn you.. i am not perfectly talented like you. “ Y/n pointed at Michael. Michael looked at her with his soft brown eyes.

“Y/n, you are perfect in every way. Dont think so little of yourself, girl~” he sang while twirling her around, stopping her close to him. He tilted her head upwards, looking into her eyes. “You really are Y/n.” he smiled, taking in all her facial features. Y/n blushing by his sudden words, has a loss for words.

“Michael-“ she tried to say his name but got cut off by the director. “Alright, guys! Let’s continue!” Michael looked at me and smiled.

“Well, it looks like i need to let you go, girl~” he sang and gave her a hug and before letting go, giving a kiss on her cheek before spinning around and ran to his spot again. Y/n was speechless and blushed, remembering his lips on her cheek. She slowly sat down and smiled to herself. The music began blasting again from the speakers as she saw Michael go into his role again. She moved her body slightly on the beat of the song being played and looked at Michael, who was dancing. He was so majestic with his moves that he was almost hypnotic, without knowing Y/n bite her lip while she kept staring at Michael, who also noticed her looking at him seeing a slight blush creeping onto her face. Michael smirked slightly and spinned around, full of excitement, a bit too excited as he lost balance. “Woops hehe sorry” he said with a chuckle, smiling innocently and slight embarrassment that took over him, but that soon went away when he heard Y/n laughing her ass off behind the scenes.

“Let’s do that one more time, and Michael, don’t lose your balance.” The producer said, Michael nodded apologetic and dusted himself off before standing on the mark again.

The rest of the filming went smoothly with a few laughs. Eventually, Michael was done, and Y/n decided to wait for Michael in his dressing room. She walked into his dressing room and looked around.

“So messy~, even after all these years.” She chuckled to herself and walked further into the room, looking at every jacket and every photo that was hanging in this room. Suddenly, she lay her eyes onto a photo of her and Michael together when they were younger. She smiled and walked to the picture, grabbing it and looking at it with admiration. In the picture, they were in front of the Hayvenhurst house, their arms around each other’s neck and smiling from ear to ear. She smiled at the memory. “We were young and innocent then.” She said, not noticing that Michael entered the room and was standing behind her.

“That is a very good lyric girl~ Let me write that down before I forget.” He chuckled and grabbed his notebook and wrote the lyric down. Y/n blushed by his sudden appearance and immediately placed the picture down, not turning to him yet. She heard him mouthing the words while he wrote it down. “There, now I won’t forget that.” He looked at it and smiled before placing his notebook back onto the table and wrapping his arms around Y/n, hugging her from the back. Y/n, stil blushing, tried to get herself calm.

“You smell like hard work and dancing sweat.” She chuckled and slowly turned around and hugged him back, taking in his perfect mixed scent of his sweat and perfume. This scent was really something out of this world. After a few minutes, Michael broke the hug and smiled.

“Should we get out of here? It reminds me of work.” He chuckled while still holding each of her arms and looking into her eyes. Y/n blushed ever so slightly and nodded, looking at the clock in his dressing room, for the time.

“Well it is night?” She said while looking back at Michael. “So let’s get dinner.” She moved his arms away and grabbed her bag, searching for her car keys and fishing them out. “It is my treat~. Now come on.” She winked his way, making Michael blush a bit while releasing a chuckle from his lips.

“Wel, I can’t say no to that.” He grabbed his jacket and his bag while walking to the door, opening it. “My lady~” he bowed slightly, reaching his hand out to Y/n. Y/n giggles and gently took his hand, walking through the door.

“Such a gentleman you are~” she giggled, dragging him out of the room. Eventually, walking through the doors of the building, they went outside. Y/n grabbed her car keys and walked to her car, a Black Raven coloured Ford Mustang convertible from the year 65. “There is my baby~” she said while tapping the hood softly before unlocking her car. Michael chuckled at her.

“You really love your car, don’t you, Y/n?” Michael said, walking to the other side, opening his door. Y/n gasped fakely and held her hand in front of her chest to make it more dramatic.

“Yes! I worked my ass off for this beauty~.” She laughed and opened her door, went in, and turned the car on. “Let me bless your ears, Mikey.” She put on the handbrake and set her foot on the gas, making it roar like a beast. Michael smiled, seeing her so enthusiastic and went into the car, closing the door. Y/n looked at him and smiled. “Now that, dear Michael, is the sound a car should make,” she beamed and closed her door also. She turned her head to the front and checked all her mirrors.

“Wel, in my opinion, it just makes a lot of noise~” he teased while putting on his seat belt. Y/n also put her seat belt on and softly chuckled at him.

“Oh shut it, I know you love it.” She said and turned on her radio. Instantly, her cassette player began to play her Destiny cassette from The Jacksons with the song ‘Things I do for you’. Michael immediately turned his head to Y/n and smirked.

“So you do listen!!” He yelled and playfully punched her arm, in disablief but secretly he knew, but she would never tell.

“Hey! I never said I didn’t?!” She laughed and drove off, keeping her eyes on the road but also grooving a little. Michael saw this, and his eyes began to sparkle, Y/n looked at him for a second and smirked, beginning to sing his lines from the song.

“People all over the world~.”

“Are the same everywhere I go ah.”

“I give in this ah,”

“I give in to that ah.”

“Every day, it bothers me so~”

Michael looks at her, his eyes as wide as can be. He never knew she loved one of his own made songs, especially knowing the lyrics to his own song word by word. Michael blushed and smiled his wonderful and gentle smile.

"Am i in a bad situation?”

“People taking me to the extreme ah,”

“Am I being used da”

“I just need a clue, ah,

“I don’t know which way to go~”

Michael loved the way she groved, moved while singing, and still kept focus on the road ahead of her. He found that extremely hot and couldn’t look away from her. It made him feel good in a way.

“So I took my problems to a doctor.”

“So he could check me out,”

Michael jumped in with his voice, what was actually his brothers deep voice.

“He don’t know,”

Y/n laughed and kept on singing.

“Took it to a palm reader,”

“So she could read my hand~”

“She don’t know,”

The two of them started laughing while Michael began to cough on the second time.

“I can’t hit that low.” He laughed and held his stomach. After that, the rest of the car ride was just them enjoying the album further. After the song ended, Y/n turned the volume a bit softer and took a right turn. Michael turned his head to her again.

“I never have thought you would listen to us,” he said while looking at her with interest.

“Well~ you guys make such good fucking music, I just have to listen to it~” she giggled. “And you are singing it of course” she smirked while saying that, slightly looking over to Michael, seeing him blush. She parked in a parking space and turned the engine off. “We are hereeee~~~” she looked at Michael with the brightest smile. Michael, of course curious of where they are, looked out off the window and instantly his eyes widen but so is his smile.

“Kentucky!!” He yelled as a child of how excited he was. “That is my favorite!” He beamed with a big smile.

“Well, let’s go, Mikey.” She stepped out from her car, grabbed her bag in the process, and closed the door behind her. Michael, following Y/n, jumped out of the car and jumped up and down from excitement. Y/n walked to Michael’s side, closing his door, and smiled.

“Come on~ let’s go~~ “ he grabbed one of her hands. “Pleaseeee~~” he whined while looking into her eyes with his big brown ones. Y/n smiled even more.

“We are going~ Come on, then.” With one hand, she locked her car, and with the other, she held Michael’s hand tightly but not too tight. She knew how Mikey could react she found it.. cute.

“You are taking too long~ Come on~” Michael said while basically dragging Y/n to the KFC, making her laugh a little. As they walked into the KFC, no one noticed yet that they walked in. Michael kept holding Y/n’s hand because he is a very shy guy. They walked to the counter, and Y/n ordered for the. Also, she knew what he absolutely loved. After some time waiting, they could hear whispers around them. She felt Michael’s hand begin to tighten around hers.

“Hey Mikey, it’s okay, do not worry” she smiled at him, and he just nodded.

“113!” their order was ready, and Y/n, with Michael still holding her hand, grabbed the bags and thanked the person. They turned around and walked out of the place.

“Don’t worry about it Mikey, you can eat your chicken in the car I know you must be starving after shooting” she said heartwarming and walked to her car, unlocking it when they were there and opened the door for Michael. “After you~” she giggled and guided Mikey to his seat.

“Thank you, Y/n~” he smiled back at her and sat down, closing his door. Y/n walked to her side and opened the door, giving the bags to Michael. He took them and sat down in her seat, closing her door and also behind her. “Thank you truly, Y/n.. really” he said again after putting on his seat belt. She smiled and did the same.

“Michael, it really is no big deal, I’m to be honest already used to all that.” She started her car and drove off from the KFC.

“I hope I get used to it soon, you know how my mind can be sometimes..” he looked down into the bag with the chicken buckets sadly. Y/n softly grabbed his hand, Michael looked at her with sad eyes.

“Michael it may be rough right now, and I know how your mind can be because my mind works the same. It will get better, eventually it wil, and you know I wil be there at every step you take, I wil be there to guide you through out all the bullshit and fuckery there wil be at every of that step.” She slightly looked at him with a smile. “I will protect you.” She fully looked at him, as they were at a red light. Michael felt speechless, his mouth slightly opened, and he felt something strange in his stomach. Y/n looked away again, seeing the light turned green and took a left. It was quiet on the rest of the ride, but eventually, Michael searched for his words.

“I am truly thankful to have you as my best friend Y/n.. and i will try my hardest to do the same for you.” He blushed slightly, thinking of his future with Y/n on his side. Y/n giggled and softly ruffled his hair.

“That is what I am for Mikey.” She giggled once more while stopping the car, looking over her shoulders and the mirrors before parking her car on her porch in reverse. “Now let’s go inside and eat~.” Michael nodded in response at Y/n, and they got out of the car, Y/n grabbing her bag and Mikey's bag out of the car and locking it before going inside her house.

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That’s it for chap oneeee hope you guys loved itttt!! It took a while to make sadly but the first challenge is done!!!!

Let me know what you guys think for now heheheh.

Love you guys

#michael joseph jackson #rei do pop #kingofpop #michaeljackson #mjfam #mjinnocent #michael jackson imagine #michael jackson x fem!reader #michael jackson x reader #king of pop #MichaelJacksonstory

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hwa-ae · 8 months ago

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Golden Retriever —

: ̗̀⇢pairings: shinyu x fem! reader

: ̗̀⇢synopsis: IN WHICH you surprise shinyu by showing up to his first fansign disguised as a fan.

: ̗̀⇢genre: fluff, sfw

: ̗̀⇢warnings: mutual pining, dating in secret, written in lowercase on purpose, written from reader's pov

"times up! move to the next person!" i heard the staff call out, making the fangirls all move to the next idol. i was currently talking to jihoon, so i had to move to the next idol who so happened to be my boyfriend, junghwan, or shinyu.

"hi! im a really huge fan of tws!" i immediately said after seating down, seeing how shinyu's head immediately lifted up after hearing my familiar voice, making him confused as he didn't expect me to be there. i removed my mask slowly, smiling widely as i saw his surprised reaction. i placed a finger on my lips as a way of saying 'shh' to him as i began acting as a fangirl.

"shinyu-ah, could we compare hand sizes?" i said teasingly, holding my hand out, watching as he stumbles upon his words and raise his hand up to match mine. "wahh, your hands are really big! you could curl your fingers over my fingertips!"

"haha, you have really small hands," shinyu laughed out, curling his fingers over my fingertips.

"can we take a photo together? lets do a heart!" i pulled out my phone, doing my best to act as a fangirl.

"ah- of course!"

we both stood up from the chair, facing the camera as we did a heart with our hands. as i continued taking photos, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer and smiling widely at the camera, shocking some of the fans due to the bold move.

"alright, times up!" i heard the staff call out again, making shinyu's face drop in disappointment.

"looks like the time is up, here, take this bracelet! alright, I'll go now, bye bye!" i quickly gave him the bracelet and went to the next person, dohoon, leaving a wide-eyed shinyu behind at his seat.

after talking to all the members, i sat down at my seat again, watching as the fans interaction with the idols slowly end. i watched as shinyu struggled to put on the bracelet he has acquired from me earlier, almost dropping it a few times, causing his heart to stop everytime it happened.

after his many failed attempts, he kindly asked the staff to help him put it on, smiling widely at me after he finally got the bracelet on, making people snap cute photos of his wide grin.

as the members continued talking and interacting with their fans, shinyu stared at me the entire time, looking at me with anticipation after cracking a joke, like a puppy waiting for praise after doing a trick.

even when he was expressing his love and appreciation for his fans and the support he has received from them, he couldnt help but glance at my direction one too many times for it to be a coincidence.

"shinyu-ah! do a puppy pose please!" i decided to try my luck and yell over the other fangirls who were requesting for the group to do many other poses. although i didnt expect for shinyu to hear my request, he suddenly turned his head towards my direction and stuck his tongue out slightly, holding his two hands up to mimic dog ears as he stared at me with his puppy eyes.

though shinyu and i didnt have much interaction throughout the entire fansign, i could see some fans recording our entire interaction, probably to post on tiktok later.

a few days after, a video of my interaction was seen popping up on my fyp, captioned, 'shinyu must've had favourites! he kept looking at this girl's direction the entire time and even initiated contact with her during her turn to talk to him during the fansign! oh im so jealous of her!! :(('.

i decided to scroll through the comments, seeing most of them saying, ' that shouldve been me!' and 'she was really pretty though, i wouldve done the same as shinyu', making me laugh as i screenshotted all of them, sending them to shinyu to tease him about it later.

oh how i love my little golden retriever boyfriend ♡

do not steal, plagiarise or translate my work on any platforms!

#shinyu x you #shinyu tws #shinyu x reader #shinyu #shin junghwan #shin junghwan x you #shin junghwan x reader #shin junghwan tws #tws x you #tws x reader #tws #tws shinyu #kpop tws #kpop x you #kpop x reader #kpop #hwa ae's stories ♥︎

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scarletta-ruan · 1 year ago

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𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

WARNING: OOC, fluff, reader is female btw

TYPE: drabbles

PAIRING: Osamu Dazai x fem!reader

WORDCOUNTS: 713 words

NOTES: Finally, I can continue writing new ideas again. Happy Birthday to Dazai, I wanted to write something for his Birthday since I love him most.

Dazai slowly opened his eyes when he heard a flash sound next to him. In front of his eyes was a woman, she was giggling while holding a camera. And that woman was you, you were smiling and holding a camera when you looked at him. Dazai changed his position and laid down on his belly, he buried his face deep in the pillow and groaned.

“Oh my God, Belladonna~”

He whined and shook his head when you did that again. You put down the camera on the table next to the bed, then jumped on the bed and laid down on his body as you said.

“What’s wrong, sleepyhead?”

Dazai chuckled when he felt your weight on his body as you laid down on his back. He could feel your warm arms were wrapping around his slender body. You hummed and buried your face in his messy hair, feeling his soothing scent on it. Then you noticed he tossed his head aside, leaning his cheek on the pillow as he said.

“Belladonna, you always take photos of me when I am not ready yet. Is that your way to tease me or something, love?”

His dark brown eyes looked at you with a slight sulking light in them. You could see his cheeks were puffing when he stared at you, his arms were wrapping the pillow underneath his head. You moved up to lean your head on his as you said.

“But I love every moments of you, Osamu~”

That was when Dazai giggled and he suddenly turned around making you fall down next to him on the bed. He tackled you down as he stared into your pretty eyes.

“Oh~ so that is why my Belladonna loves taking photos, doesn’t she?”

He leaned down so his face was near to you as he continued his words.

“So, what is your little plant now, Belladonna?”

You were still giggling as you looked at him, but Dazai was showing his face with fake dead seriousness. Just then, he moved his hand down your waist and tickled you. You laughed out loud as his hands moved up and down your waist making you laugh non stop. Your hands placed on his shoulder were shaking with each beat of laughing.

A few minutes later, you were tired of laughing and you said.

“S-Stop, Osamu, please, I will tell you all, haha…”

Dazai stopped tickling you as he looked down to his beautiful Belladonna, he raised his eyebrows for signs for you to answer him the question earlier. You looked at his pretty dark brown eyes as you said.

“I was preparing for your birthday present.”

Dazai was stunned when you said you were preparing his birthday present, his mouth wide open as he looked down at you. Suddenly he lifted you up from the bed and pulled you in a tight hug.

“Oh my, you remember my birthday?”

“Of course, I do.”

You nodded your head and smiled as you were now patting his head gently like a mother who always cared for her children. For a moment later, Dazai let you out and looked at you patiently. If he had a cat’s ears and tail, you might see them wiggle so fast.

“Close your eyes.” You said.

Dazai closed his eyes like you said, he heard you get out of bed, your footsteps echoed in his ears. You were getting somewhere, then the footsteps stopped for a moment, and they were back. Dazai felt you were sitting on the bed now, your hands were touching his, placing something felt like a book in his.

“Open your eyes now.”

Your dedicated voice resounded again, Dazai opened his eyes and saw that it was a small notebook. He tilted his head aside and seemed not to understand what was that, but the moment he opened the book he smiled.

They were actually a memory book with lots of pictures of you and Dazai together. But most of them were Dazai from lots of ordinary moments from sleeping, eating to working, it seemed you never let any moments of him away. After looking at those pictures for a while, he put it down and wrapped his arms around you.

Dazai’s soft lips placed a kiss on your forehead, he looked at you with a smile and said.

“Thank you Belladonna, I really love this present from you…”

#bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x reader

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fedyaxz · 9 months ago

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“Look at this! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life!”

ft. Tecchuo x gn! reader

Request: Aaaaaaahhh, I love you last post with tecchou and I really need to request this. Imagine she screams in surprise and says "look at this, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life” and when she shows him her phone is a photo of him that she took seconds before without him noticing.

a/n: I was gonna post this on valentine's but I forgot.. whoops...

It was a cool spring holiday spent with your boyfriend. The two of you were in the couch doing your own things, he was reading a cookbook; while you let yourself melt in the warmth of his embrace with your head resting on his lap as he sat. A few pecks and words of affirmation along with sweet touches were exchanged between you and him. Afterwards, Tecchuo went back to his book while you scrolled through social media, and hours passed like minutes. You stole a few glances and only then could you realize his charming features; the orange sunset shone upon his black hair, his soft plush lips was drawn into a thin line, his dreamy black orbs focused on his book as his eyes reflected the sunset. The warmth of the sun was yours and his to share, and you felt yourself let out a soft exhale as you admired him. Before he could notice your gaze on his, you looked back to your phone and opened your camera. A soft smile made its way to your lips as you snapped a photo of him in the same position as earlier, a soft but quiet laugh escaped your lips after noticing the determination in his eyes. You felt him glance at you before returning his gaze back to his book, then an idea popped up in your mind.

Letting out an loud gasp you jumped up in excitement and turned to him with sparkling eyes, his attention now drawn to you. His quite surprised eyes met your excited ones and you smiled brightly at him.

"Hiro, look at this! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life!" With that, you showed the picture you took of him from a few moments ago and he stared at it blankly before looking at you again, the same soft smile still on your lips with your slightly pink cheeks and ears..

1...2...3... Three whole seconds passed by before he finally processed what you had meant, his cheek and ears covered by a shade of red while he refused to meet your gaze. A laugh escaped your lips, finding his reaction adorable; he took a look at you before a the ends of his lips slightly curved upwards, he used his book to cover his face flushed in embarrassment. A few moments passed before he looked at you, your head back into his lap.

"I'm not a thing..." he mumbled so quietly that made you laugh.

"Haha... Of course not! You're my love, my one and only" you gave him a wide smile that reached your cheeks before letting out a chuckle at his flustered face.

You stopped laughing, with only a grin left on your face while he was not as flustered as before. There weren't that many words exchanged between the two of you, only smiles and pink cheeks were left on both of your faces. Even though there weren't any fancy dates, picnics or anything romantic, these simple moments with him are something you will always cherish.

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the-cannibal · 2 years ago

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Sinclair brothers X insecure reader

haha guess who is feeling super insecure recently and needs some poly Sinclair comfort? This girl! Hahaaaa so yeah this is pretty long. Female reader - she/her and you is used. there is some bad talk about body image (weight to be more specific) and stretch marks. If that upsets you then please skip this. Remember you are beautiful, handsome, amazing, gorgeous, and so many other words. There is also mentions of anxiety and depression and medication for said things.

You sighed, looking into the mirror, gripping the sink tightly with both hands. Jesus you looked like shit. You hadn't been sleeping well the past couple nights, and the bags under your eyes were proof of that. You tried sleeping upstairs with Bo, in the basement with Vincent, and over at Lester's little hut to see if maybe you just needed a change of scenery. But deep down you knew scenery had nothing to do with this. Lifting up your shirt and staring at your belly in the mirror, you knew the real reason. With a shaky breath you grabbed your stomach with one hand, giving it a hard jiggle and watching it bounce up and down. It made you feel sick. Then your hands made their way to your hips and thighs, trailing all the red stretch marks that covered your body. "Disgusting..." You mumbled to yourself. "Absolutely hideous. How could they love you when you look like such a pig." You shot insult after insult to yourself, tears welling up in your eyes and falling down your cheeks.

You couldn't help but look in the mirror and continue to pick out every little thing you deemed "wrong" about yourself. You couldn't remember the last time you were happy about a photo you were in. Lester had found a polaroid camera a few days ago and begged you to let him take photos of you. And how could you say no to him and his cute little puppy dog eyes. He took pictures of you sitting on the back of his truck, laying in the grass, and his personal favorites, several of him kissing your lips and cheeks which caused you to grin and howl in laughter in the photos. But you saw nothing but ugliness. Lester looked absolutely adorable with his lips puckered out kissing you, and giving you a big grin as he watched you lean into him giggling. But you saw your puffy cheeks, and that chin you absolutely hated. Bo always made comments on how gorgeous you were, wolf whistling as you went by, calling you his "sexy mama" like a wannabe Elvis. But you didn't agree with him. How did he think you were sexy when you had these thick red marks on your hips and thighs that were so visible due to wearing shorts. God you hated the Louisiana heat... Bo was the gorgeous one, not you. And Vincent. Oh sweet sweet Vincent. Your artistic boyfriend. He loved to capture your beauty in his art. You were his muse as he called you. But why you? There were so many better muses out there, ones that could give him better art if he wanted. Hell, the wax figures he made looked better than you. They didn't have thighs that touched and flattened out to the size of Texas when you sat. The didn't have bellies that stuck out. Angry and sad tears continued to fall down your cheeks. But then your crying was interrupted by a knocking. "You alright in there, darlin'?" Your breath hitched. Bo. "Tell her dinner is done!" You could hear Lester shout from downstairs. "She probably heard ya'!" You heard Bo shout back, grumbling under his breath. That almost made you laugh. "Darlin'?" Bo asked again, this time concern was lacing his voice. Quickly you pulled your shirt back down. "Yeah I'm alright!" You wiped away your tears quickly, mentally hyping yourself up to hold the rest in. Opening the door you were met with Bo, whose grin quickly fell as soon as he saw your state. "What's wrong?" He asked, cupping your cheek. "Nothin!" You said with a smile. "I'm just gotta run to the store and grab some things." You said as you quickly grabbed your jacket, zipping it all the way up, and putting your shoes on quickly. "Whoa what? Its late, Y/n. Can't whatever you need wait until tomorrow?" Bo said as he followed you down the stairs. "If you wanna try and tell the blood to stay in my body this week, please be my guest." You made up the excuse, hoping Bo would just drop it and let you go. "Well just come eat real quick, then I'll go with you." "No, no, it's quite alright! You boys eat, I'll eat when I get back." You smiled at him. But before you could slip out the door, Vincent walked in the hall. Shit. 'What's going on?' He sighed, very confused as to why you two were not at the table yet. "She's trying to skip out on us." Bo said, making you roll your eyes. 'Why? Do you not wanna eat?' Vincent asked you. "I just need to get out..." You mumbled. "Why? Did we do something?" Lester said as he walked in. Fuck, now you're surrounded. "No! Of course not! I just... Need to get out..." Your voice dropped at the last part. "Just please go eat, I'll be back soon." Your eyes dropped to the floor. God you were probably being such an annoyance to them right now... 'We made your favorite soup,' Vincent tried to coax you to the table. The boys knew how much you loved soup. 'You should eat while it's hot. You always say soup isn't as good re heated.' "I..." You could seem to come up with an excuse.

"Y/n?" Bo said your name, but you couldn't hear. You body began shaking, breathing becoming quick and unsteady as your hands gripped your hair and yanked on it. Lester quickly went to your side, shushing you as he slowly and softly brought you down to sit on the floor. "Hey hey, shhh, it's okay Love, it's okay. We're here. Take some deep breaths okay? Can you do what Vincent's doing? Breathe with Vinny, Y/n." Vincent sat down in front of you, placing your hands on his chest as he slowly took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out through his nose. You needed to follow him. Do what he was doing. But no matter how hard you tried you couldn't. And that only made you panic more. "Shit!" Bo said as he came down to the ground too. "Let's try somethin' else. What do you see, Y/n?" Bo asked, rubbing his hands up and down your arms too. try and get you back to them. "U-um... I see t-the floor..." You shakily made out. Bo lightly lifted your head up. "How bout now, what do you see now Y/n?" Lester's worried face, Vincent's scared eyes, Bo's concerned grip... "My boyfriends..." You made out. "That's right, Y/n, we're right here. Try and do some deep breaths like Vincent again." Slowly and shakily you were able to finally copy Vincent. Once you got your breathing under control you finally could look up and really see them. See how worried you made them. With tears spilling your eyes you flung yourself into Vincent's open arms, violent sobs escaping you as he rubbed your back and placed his head onto of yours, wax mask lips ghosting kisses across your skull. Bo and Lester went to each side of you, Lester running his hands through your hair, while Bo lightly traced shapes onto your back and legs. "Talk to us, Y/n." Lester whispered. You didn't want to. You wanted to sit there on the floor until it swallowed you whole. But you also knew your boys wouldn't let that. "I fucking hate myself!" You sobbed out. You felt the boys all freeze as they look at each other. "Why's that?" Bo asked. "B-Because! My depression is back and is kicking my ass, my anxiety doesn't seem to ever get better, I feel useless all the time and honestly I think you all deserve better than me! My meds made me gain weight, and not just a little! I gained thirty fucking pounds! I feel and look disgusting! You guys shouldn't have to look at me all the time, let alone date me! And-!" "Whoa whoa whoa, slow your horses." Bo interrupted. "Y/n you are not useless. Far from it. And don't you dare say we don't deserve you. Ever. You don't decide that. You are an amazing girl and we are lucky to have you in our lives. The fact that you put up with not one, but all three of us is frankly amazing." Bo said. "And don't you dare say that shit about yourself. You ain't disgusting, far from it. You want disgusting? Go look at the pit full of corpses, that's disgusting." Vincent pulled away from you, wiping your tears on the back of his sweater sleeve. 'You are gorgeous, Y/n. A perfect piece of art.' He signed. You huffed, looking away from them. "You're just saying that..." "No we aren't," Lester spoke up. "We've seen a lot of people come into this town, but none of them have come anywhere near your beauty." "I gained thirty pounds, Les..." "And who gives a damn? Because I certainly don't, and I don't think these two do either." You looked over at the two who were nodding along with Lester. Bo lightly kissed your jaw. "Wether you gain weight or not we will still love you and find you stunning'." 'This,' Vincents hands trailed your body, making you gasp and blush. 'Is beauty. Might as well call you Aphrodite.' You laughed, a genuine laugh, and lightly shoved the artist, making the boys grin at you. "Alright now you're pushing it!"

"We mean it, Y/n." Lester said. "It doesn't matter what you look like." Bo traced his fingers across your stretch marks. 'Doesn't matter how full your cheeks look to you.' Vincent cupped your cheeks, softly rubbing his thumbs across them. "Or how full your belly is." Lester placed kisses across your belly, making you giggle from his facial hair tickling you. "We love you for you." And you weren't quite sure who said that. perhaps all of them. But what you did know was that you had three boys that absolutely loved you.

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reidslovely · 1 year ago

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Another suggestion: reader furious with Peter, thinking she was cheated by him after his ex-girlfriend posted a photo of the two together in IG with a dubious and enigmatic caption... Too much drama, anguish, reader pulling away and running off somewhere to reflect... Peter finds her... Happy ending, please <3

Maybe not my best piece of work, but I did what I could and I like how it turned out. A little longer than I thought it would be haha. Hope you love it friend.

Admittedly, she was not too fond of the idea of going to Peter’s ten year high school reunion with him. They had just officially started dating about a month ago, and she was still unsure if these were things he wanted her to attend with him. There was also the fact that Peter never asked her if she wanted to go with him, and she was not about to invite herself. When he got to her apartment from the reunion, she noted that he was slightly buzzed and tired. The latter showed from the way he tossed himself face first on the bed. She laughed asking him how it went, and if he saw any old friends.

“I think I’m still the same loser I was then. Puny Parker still reigns as the loser king.” He mutters burying his face deeper into her blanket clad thighs. “Seeing my high school bully and my first girlfriend all in the same night really pulls some worse flashbacks than any of my crime fighting has.”

She couldn’t help but to laugh from that, as Peter rolled over head still in her lap, staring up at her before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Admittedly, she also was not too fond of the first picture that popped up on her instagram that morning. (Y/N) had no clue she had even followed Liz Allan anywhere on social media. The photo, taken the previous night, had the dark haired girl clinging to a giggly, tipsy Peter. Arms around his neck cheek to cheek, like something out of a catalog. Swiping in the carousel of photos the next was a similarly posed picture of the two. The couple in the photo were about eleven years younger fifthteen years old, sixteen at most. Having a happy day at the skatepark, still clinging to each other. As if the pain in her heart growing was not a big enough sign to turn back and ignore the post she let her eyes wander down to the caption.

‘Most definitely not fifthteen and sixteen anymore but still love you just the same Petey”

That alone set fire onto her skin, her stomach churning out of pure spite and jealousy. Peter slept soundly in her bed next to her, and it took everything in her rational brain to hold back from repeatedly hitting him with the decorative pillows. She stared at him, rationally she knew this was just two friends, maybe even strangers now reminiscing about their past. However, when he came home last night he made it sound so miserable like he never even wanted to see her. Quietly, and slowly she removed herself from the bed not wanting to stir him awake. Peter rolls around for a minute noticing the shift in weight. It doesn’t wake him though, (Y/N) sighs softly making her way to the kitchen after changing her clothes.

Pulling her favorite to go cup down from the cabinet she starts making her morning tea, she grabs the notepad off the table writing a quick note that she’d be back soon, that he should take out breakfast. She makes her way out the door and down the stairs.

“Good Morning Ms. (Y/LN). No Peter?” The older lady from next door asks as she walks her dog.

“No, no he’s sleeping in this morning. Had a busy night, I just wanted to get some reading done at the park this morning.”

“Well have fun, be safe.”

(Y/N) nodded her neighbor off, forcing a smile as she walked across the street heading for Astoria park.

Peter rolled over once more, his hand reaching out for his girlfriend. His skin was met with the emptiness of cold satin sheets, his fingers dragging on the fabric as he lifted himself up to look around the room. It was dark and empty, the only bit of light that filled the room came from a crack in the curtain. Peter yelled out, waiting a few seconds for a reply before jumping out of bed. He ran through the condo looking around, stopping in the kitchen seeing the note on the counter. His hand rubbed down his face, his stomach grew a sinking feeling. Peter looked around frantically for his phone, digging through the pockets of his jacket from last night. Once in his hand it lit up, a photo of (Y/N) holding a Spider-Man plushie decorated his screen. An instagram banner notification pulled his eyes down: ‘LizzyAllan tagged you in a photo’. Peter clicked on it confused, the photo of him and her from last night mirrored one from a decade ago. Liked by ‘(y/n)(y/ln)’ caused the sinking feeling to grow. It was a silly thing to be jealous over, but putting himself in her shoes..he’d be jealous too.

Peter clicked around his phone calling (Y/N) leaning against the kitchen counter. “Hey leave me a message, I’ll ge-” Kicking his feet Peter stood up straight, walking to the bedroom getting dressed. Grabbing his jacket and heading out, he clicked on her contact digging for her location. Astoria Park - 30 minutes ago, surely she couldn’t have gone far in thirty minutes. He stepped out onto the fire escape, took one look around, and swung off. Astoria was close enough, but swinging would get him there faster.

Trees rustled, (Y/N) sat her journal down looking around. Peter walked out slowly behind the trees fixing his hair, approaching her. (Y/N) watched as he gave her a knowing smile, she returned it with a frown.

“She means nothing to me, you know that right?” Peter asks, dropping down onto the ground next to her. “I dated her for five months in high school when I was sixteen.”

(Y/N) sighed letting her head roll back before nodding. “Rationally, yes.” She leans her head on his shoulder playing with the fabric bookmark of her journal. “It’s just I didn’t go with you last night, you came home acting like you hated every bit of it and then I saw your photos with her looking happy and I felt..”

“Left out, I get it. I’d feel that way too. I didn’t mean to make you feel negative.” He whispers against her hair. “I did have an awful time last night because you weren't there. You can ask anyone, all I did was talk about my new girlfriend and how cool she is.” Peter laughs, moving her hair from her face putting his face back on the top of her head.

“You did?”

“Of course I did. Showed everyone a picture of you, Flash couldn’t believe I was dating someone as pretty as you.” He jokes.

“Mhm now you’re just trying to flatter me.”

“Absolutely not, it’s true. You’re my girl and I love showing you off. It’s a silly throwback pic, you are my now and future okay, you don’t ever need to worry.”

She smiled, letting her eyes track up his face as he pulled away. “Now can I please have a good morning kiss?”

“Sure, I guess.” (Y/N) hums playfully, leaning in first.

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tw-inkl-e-tit-s · 2 years ago

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✩ -Flustered- ✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3.9k

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None other than some cussing if you squint!

Maddy is pink in text and Y/n is purple in text!

| Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

꒰ Miguel's Pov ꒱

I stared at the photo on my phone screen, She was so beautiful an angel even.

She was so breathtaking, She had me so flustered and I haven't ever met her.

"Are you stalking y/n's Instagram again?" Maddy asked sitting down beside me, I quickly clicked out of Instagram and turned my phone off,

"What no!" I said playing dumb,

She rolled her eyes sighing, "Why don't you just DM her?" She asked,

"Are serious? DM THE y/n y/l/n?" I asked raising an eyebrow,

"Haha no! She would laugh her ass off- She would probably post it on her Instagram story like Noah Schnapp posted doja cat's DM!" I said throwing my head back,

"No, she wouldn't!" She said rolling her eyes,

"Oh, really how would you know?" I asked looking over at her,

"She just doesn't seem like that type of person," She shrugged smiling.

I was debating on messaging y/n, but the chances of her seeing my DM out of a thousand more are extremely low, I think I'm just gonna have to admire her over the screen and live in my own fantasy world.

"I could do it for you!" Maddy said, I raised my eyebrow looking back at her.

"Do what?" I asked, "I could DM y/n on your phone since you are too chicken," She laughed

"Come on kids we need to go!" I sighed as Maddy and I got up to walk to the limo outside.

"I'll think about it Mads," I said, she nodded as we got in the limo.

꒰ Y/n's Pov ꒱

"Alright, all done!" My Makeup artist Tami said as she closed the lip gloss.

I looked in the mirror and smiled at my reflection, I had just gotten my hair done as well and I was already in my outfit.

My bestfriend Maddy had invited me to a movie premiere, She was recently in a movie called the black phone.

I of course said yes to going, She is my bestfriend after all, Plus she said she needed to tell me something when I got there.

"Are you ready?" Tami said as I stood up out of the seat,

"Kind of, I'm just nervous." I said playing with my rings, "Awh why honey?" She asked laying a hand on my shoulder.

I was excited to go don't get me wrong I loved supporting my bestfriend in anything she did, but there was a certain someone that was gonna be there tonight, Miguel Cazarez Mora.

"Well, I kind of have a crush on Miguel, But he doesn't know me- And what if I stutter when I speak to him or-"

"You will be fine y/n, if there is one thing I know about you it's how confident you are, I've seen boys flirt with you before and you just end up making them all soft, you make them boy's fall like dominos." She said packing up all her makeup.

I guess she was right, I just need to be confident and not make a complete fool out of myself.

"Let's go y/n everyone is on the way there." My bodyguard said as he walked into the room, I nodded my head got up and walked outside to the limo.

"You got this y/n, remember who you are," I whispered to myself as the limo drove off.

꒰ Maddy's Pov ꒱

We had finally arrived at the premiere and I couldn't find y/n anywhere, I just decided to text her.

......

Prettiest girl💕

Hey, where are you?

I just got to the premier

Why what's up?

Come to the green room everyone is back here!

KK getting mobbed lol

see you in a min 😽

😽😽

.....

"Bro shut the fuck up that's why you can't pull no bitches." Mason yelled as he and Miguel walked through the door, Brady and Tristan following in after them laughing.

"What do you mean I got tons of bitches on my d-" I quickly cut Miguel off by Calling out for Mason to come over.

"Mason Come here!" He walked over saying a quick bye to the boys,

"What's up?" He said standing in front of me, "Okay, So you know how Miguel has a fat crush on Y/n Y/l/n right?" I said, and he rolled his eyes.

"Do I know? He never shuts up about her!" He said causing both of us to laugh,

"Well she's my friend and I kind of invited her without telling Miguel-"

His eyes widened as his jaw dropped, "YOU WHAT!?" He yelled, I quickly put my hand over his mouth, I looked over at Miguel who was looking at me and Mason With a confused look, I sent him a quick smile before looking back at Mason.

"Could you shut up! You're goin' to ruin the surprise idiot!" I said rolling my eyes

He put both of his hands up in surrender, "My bad- My bad," He laughed,

"So how are you going to surprise him?" He asked, "I'm just gonna try to get him close as possible and then I'm going to point her out," I said smiling at my plan.

"That sounds like a shit plan," I gasped, He laughed and patted me on the back.

"I think that you should tell her that Miguel has a crush on her and then she walks up and kisses him out of nowhere," He said smiling, I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

"You that's an even worse plan, right? Consent still exists, I like my plan better." I said shrugging my shoulders, our conversation was interrupted by Miguel walking over.

"Hey, Maddy hows is it going!?" He smiled leaning in for a hug, I hugged him back,

"We were just talking about- Uhh- How Maddy won her soccer game!!" Mason said scratching the back of his neck, He gave Mason a weird look but didn't question his friend's weird behavior

"Congratulations Mads!" He said, We all heard gasps and people whispering,

Next thing I know Miguel's mouth and eyes were wide open, He was blushing like crazy and his breathing started to pick up, I gave him a weird look before turning around to see what's got my bestfriend so flustered.

I smiled as I watched y/n walk through the door, Thanking the guard that opened it for her, She stopped in the middle of the room looking around, Smiling and winking at some people that were staring at her, Her eyes landed on me and I quickly waved her over.

"Holy shit- Holy shit- Fuck- Do I look good she's coming over here," I laughed at Miguel's panicking state, He was so red, it was so cute to see him all worked up over just looking at y/n.

"Dude chill, You look red as shit, You could identify as a tomato right now," Mason said, Laughing as Miguel rolled his eyes, "She's just breathtaking," He said, staring at y/n as she got closer to our group, His hands began shaking, Jesuse christ this man is whipped already.

She slowly walked up to me smiling, "Hi Maddy, It's so good to see you," She said hugging me, I smiled and looked at Miguel who was staring at y/n with wide eyes, Mason hit his shoulder, "OW!" He yelled, rubbing his shoulder where Mason hit him, Mason just rolled his eyes laughing at the flustered boy.

꒰ Y/n's Pov ꒱

"Hi Maddy, It's so good to see you," I said giving her a big hug, I haven't seen her in person for two years, But we obviously kept in contact over the phone, "OW!" I looked over to see Miguel rubbing his shoulder as Mason laughed, I smiled as he looked up at me.

"Hi, I'm y/n," I said raising my hand for him to shake, He gulped before shaking my hand, I could tell how nervous he was, "I'm M-Miguel, It's very nice to meet y-you," He stuttered, keeping intense eye contact, He pulled his hand away smiling, "U-Uh h-how do you know Maddy?" He asked looking up at me, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Real smooth dawg," Mason whispered, Miguel sent him a glare,

"I went to my little sister's soccer game, I was sitting down and Maddy came up to me and started fan Girling," I explained laughing at the memory,

"I was shocked to see you there," Maddy said laughing along,

"I heard that you're filming a new movie, Hows that going?" Mason asked,

I in fact was filming a new movie,

Scream VI, I played as Tara Carpenter and Sam Carpenter's little sister, Alana Carpenter.

"It's going good, I defiantly can't wait for it to come out next year!" I Said smiling.

"You're an amazing actor," Miguel said out of nowhere, Mason and Maddy busted out laughing, While I just starred at Miguel and smiled, He nervously looked away, licking his lips,

"Thank you, I liked your character, Robin Arellano, he was pretty badass," I said smiling, He laughed, looking at me.

A boy with blonde hair came up to us, patting Miguel on the back,

"Are you guys coming, We're going to watch the movie," He said, His eyes cut over to me and he gasped,

"NO FUCKING WAY BRO!" He yelled,

I smiled saying hi,

"I'm Brady- It's so nice to meet you oh my god- you're so pretty," He shook my hand, and We left to go watch the movie.

I sat between Maddy and Miguel.

Me and Maddy were sharing a bucket of popcorn before Mason stole it away.

I sighed as I looked up at the screen, Miguel and Mason's part came up, The bathroom scene.

I felt eyes on me, I looked over to see Miguel staring at me, He quickly looked back to the screen, It was completely dark but I could see the red tint on his cheeks.

"Pst" I heard,

I looked over to see Maddy,

"Miguel has a huge crush on you, Just so you know," She whispered in my ear giggling,

I smiled and nodded my head, "Really! I couldn't tell?" I thought, Laughing to myself,

Miguel looked over at me as we locked eyes, "What's so funny?" He asked smiling,

"Just something Maddy told me," I said looking at the screen,

His eyes widened as he straightened his posture, "What did she tell you?" He asked,

"Nothing important."

He looked back at the screen.

꒰ Miguel's Pov ꒱

Shit, what did Maddy tell y/n, she said she would DM y/n for me,

Would she tell her that I like her here, I fucking hope not- But I kinda hope she did at the same time so I don't embarrass myself,

Fuck I'm shitting bricks right now.

I'm still trying to process the fact she was sitting right beside me!

God do I want to kiss her so fucking bad, But I couldn't, I just had to stare at her like a creep.

꒰ Time Skip ꒱

Everybody had just finished watching the movie and went to go take some group photos.

"I'm starving," Mason whined, placing is hand on his stomach,

"Your hungry? I could eat whole human right now," Maddy said,

"Ah hell Nah!" Y/n said as she moved to hide behind Miguel, everyone Laughed, Miguel blushed.

"Do you guys want to go to McDonald's?" Tristan asked, opening the car door for everyone,

"I would kill for some chicken nuggets right now," y/n laughed as she and everyone else sat in the limo.

"Same," Brady said, everybody agreed on McDonald's.

"We are so bougie rolling up to McDonald's in fancy clothes and a damn limo," Tristan laughed.

"Oh well I want my damn chicken nuggets," Maddy said causing everyone to laugh,

When the group got to McDonald's they ordered and sat down, getting weird looks from everybody in there.

"Hey, I have to ask you something," Miguel said, walking up to y/n,

"What is it," she asked, patting the seat beside her, he sat down and smiled at her.

"Um… I don't know how to say this," he nervously laughed, she just smiled and grabbed his hands, keeping eye contact, "You can tell me," she said.

Miguel took a deep breath trying to brace himself for rejection.

He basically shitting himself at this point, he knew he would never get this moment alone with her again, So why not shoot his shot, if she did reject it would be super embarrassing but at least he could say he tried.

"I… I really like you, Y/n… I think you are absolutely gorgeous and I think that you are perfect, I would like to take you out on a date sometime, if that's ok with you- I understand if you don't feel the same-"

Miguel was quickly cut off by a pair of warm plush lips on his, his eyes widened in panic but hurried to relax as he saw it was y/n.

When they pulled away Miguel was a blushing, Flustered mess.

He was smiling like an idiot, but who wouldn't be if they had just kissed Y/n l/n, he was definitely losing it when he got home.

"I like you too Miguel, I would love to go out with you," Y/n smiled, pulling him in by his shirt for another long kiss.

...

Taglist: @vancehopperenthusiast @vancehoppergirl @bradyhepner

@masonthameslvr @theblackphone-incorrectquotes @theblackphonesposts @deadghosy @finneyblakes @luckypinballmachine @mnsnloverhey

#✩🎸Miguel Cazarez Mora🎸✩#♡︎Bonnie🐇#miguel cazarez #miguel cazarez mora x reader #miguel cazarez mora fanfiction #miguel cazarez mora

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candewlsy · 7 months ago

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MOOT GAME !!!!!!!!! haha which idol would u ship ur moots with ??

Mooties game lesgaur!!

❛ @wondipity ༉‧₊˚✧

[Jungwon - Enhypen] During our conversation, Bell and I mainly talked about Jungwon. In my opinion, they would make the most perfect and adorable couple. I can vividly imagine them spending their time laughing, being affectionate and enjoying each other's company all day, every day. Their chemistry is so undeniable and their connection is so strong that it seems impossible for anyone or anything to come between them.

❛ @enmayz-deactivated20240331 ༉‧₊˚✧

[ Jake - Enhypen ] I know she deactivated her account but that won't stop me from adding her to my moot game 😿 ( I miss her) Okay! So, Lily and Jake would be the hottest and coolest couple 😍 Jake is hot same goes for Lily. Lily's not fond of men unless it's her man Jake 🤭 ahem, not gonna talk about the cowboy edit we talked ‼️ I want to be THEIR baby please adopt me.

❛ @chlorinecake ༉‧₊˚✧

Chloe is an absolutely endearing young girl, with a smile that can light up anyone's da (FIGHT ME THIS IS REAL) Riki, on the other hand, is a playful and charming guy, who loves to tease and have fun with his friends. It's easy to imagine that Riki would often pull Chloe's leg, but she wouldn't mind it one bit. In fact, she might even go ahead and dress him up in cute outfits, just to see him blush and pout. Despite Riki's apparent dislike for cute things, it's hard to deny that he secretly enjoys them when it comes to Chloe. The way he looks at her, with a mix of tenderness and mischief, makes it clear that he can't resist her charms. And while they may appear as just good friends in public, it's evident that their relationship goes deeper than that. Behind closed doors, they're passionate lovers, who share a bond that's both electric and intimate 😼

❛ @fakeuwus ༉‧₊˚✧

[Jay - Enhypen] Whenever Jay is mentioned, Nichi will appear. Where there is Jay, there is Nichi. I think Nichi and Jay would be the softest and calmest couple, always following each other around. I can see them staring at each other's eyes under the Moon, spending their time under the blanket cuddling like there's no tomorrow. In their own little world, isn't that cute 😭

❛ @heeslut4life ༉‧₊˚✧

[Heeseung - Enhypen] her username. Yeah, it's obvious. Aeri is a princess and of course, she's attractive and pretty (idk whatchu say about her, she's a princess) Heeseung is attractive and hot. The hottest and most attractive couple ever! I see them tease each other and giggle while kissing 👀 heeseung would probably tease the hell out of her and Aeri being cute and shy whenever he teases her. Other than that, they're also mature. THEY LITERALLY MEANT FOR EACH OTHER BRO DON'T SAY OTHERWISE.

❛ @minhosimthings ༉‧₊˚✧

[Beomgyu - Tomorrow x Together] "Mona's free-spirited nature is perfectly complemented by Beomgyu's lively personality, making them a perfect match. I can easily imagine them causing some harmless chaos, like bursting into fits of uncontrollable laughter in a library and getting kicked out, unintentionally scaring a child with their playful antics, or even sneaking away with candy from unsuspecting kids.

❛ @dear-hoon ༉‧₊˚✧

[Sunghoon - Enhypen] I perceive Lucky as someone who enjoys creating mischief and stirring up trouble. It is widely known that Sunghoon has an outgoing personality, despite being an introvert, and he often engages in impulsive and unpredictable behavior, especially when it comes to getting a rise out of Jay. I envision Lucky and Sunghoon teaming up to provoke Jay and Xyn.

❛ @moon7jay ༉‧₊˚✧

[Jay - Enhypen] Xyn radiates an elegant and expensive vibe, making her and Jay the perfect fashion icon couple. They look great together, often matching their outfits and taking photos of each other to post on social media. I can see them becoming one of those aesthetic and wealthy couples. (Literally adopt me mommy-)

❛ @wonlvkay ༉‧₊˚✧

[Jake - Enhypen] Kayla is such a sweet and charming girl, the perfect match for Jakey 🤭 they'll be the greenest flag couple ever

#Lovely mooties ｡⁠*⁠♡#mizu moots game 🎮#mizu's 📫!

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halcy0ng1rl · 5 months ago

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an inch away from more than just friends

summary: Sable and Mikaela sit under the moonlight in unspoken confessions wc: 1.8k

Mikaela’s chipping star-speckled fingernails combed through Sable’s flowing white hair with ease, tumbling through the amethyst locks hidden beneath its moondust curtain. It looked like the finest silk web a spider could spin as it flowed through her hands, lighter than a feather. Like witchcraft.

The two were crisscrossed under the moonlight on Mikaela’s plush bed sheets, illuminated by the warm glow of fairy lights adorning her headboard. Two half-empty glasses of wine sat on the nightstand.

Sable’s shoulders couldn’t help but tense as she stared up at the window on the slanted ceiling, back forcefully upward. She fought away at the blush threatening to blossom in her cheeks and felt tiny pinpricks course through her veins with every touch– to say that she was smitten would be an understatement.

Whenever she caught a glimpse of Mikaela’s ocean-blue eyes or the constellations of freckles all over her soft skin that never seemed to stop glowing, she lost all form of logical thinking. Her knees buckled, she flushed bright pink and butterflies raged endlessly inside her stomach. She had never felt like this for anybody before, and countless times found herself frustrated because she let it get this bad; she wasn’t the type of girl to wear her heart on her sleeve.

Sable loved Mikaela as a friend long before these perplexing emotions stumbled their way onto her journal pages, and she wanted anything but for that friendship to end because of them. She cherished what they had more than anything else, and it wasn’t that she was bothered that she had feelings for another girl, she was bothered by the fact that these feelings were for her best friend.

Yet here they sat, near midnight on a Friday after closing up shop at the Moonstone, so close that Sable could feel Mikaela’s breath tickling at the nape of her neck. Sleepover festivities were in full swing until a few moments ago, the credits for the horror movie they just watched were rolling on the screen of the small, boxy television sitting covered in dust atop the plant-covered dresser. Now though, everything was silent. Typically they’d argue about the film’s contents, bicker back and forth about whether or not it was too dark, or not dark enough. But Sable was distracted by other things.

Mikaela was cozy in a thick violet sweater embroidered with one of her favourite protective symbols in white thread on the front, along with high-waisted snowflake-patterned pyjama shorts that hugged her hips and put her slender legs on full display. Her unruly pumpkin-spice locks that usually rest just below her shoulders were instead ironed straight and thrown into a hasty bun– the only thing unchanged about her usual attire was her big wire glasses.

But it wasn’t just her enchanting looks that made Sable adore her, it was the way she could light up a room by just being there, how she could make everyone laugh so easily and how her kindness was unending. Her bursting creativity, how she didn’t care what other people thought of her, her honesty, how she didn’t think Sable was crazy for daring to be different– the list went on.

Truth be told, Sable was fighting the urge to break down and kiss her right now.

“You okay? You’re stiff as a board.” Mikaela’s sweeter than Honey voice chimed in unexpectedly and threw Sable out of her trance. She stumbled over her words.

“Yeah, it's nothing, haha..” She let out a nervous laugh to lighten the air, but she realized too late that it made her situation all the worse as she stared helplessly at the Polaroid photos of the two of them strung up on the walls and felt the butterflies continue their neverending assault. Seconds felt like days.

For Mikaela, it must’ve been alarming to see the cool, calm, collected Sable Ward all of a sudden acting like a teenage girl with a hallway crush as her best friend since the third grade played with her hair, something they’ve done a million times over. What was once nothing more than a platonic show of affection now took on a new, romantic undertone for her that was somewhat uncomfortable— despite that, she wanted more. But was Mikaela even aware of what she was doing to her? Probably not, Sable thought. No, this is the same as it's always been. She was just thinking too much.

“Are you sure? I’ve been meaning to ask you if everything’s okay with us– if you’re sick of me you can say it, y’know.” Mikaela laughed her sweet laugh and Sable’s heart raced faster, she could hear the blood pumping in her ears.

“I don’t hate you, promise.” She needed to shut down this conversation now. But Mikaela continued to probe, still running her fingers through the amethyst and silver tendrils. Sable felt her defences weakening, the strokes were so gentle and delicate and it was making her melt into a puddle of jumbled words as she tried so desperately to keep unspoken confessions from spilling out of her sorrowfully untouched lips.

“Then what is it?” She murmured– a lower, deeper sound. There was a slight smile evident in her voice. The butterflies were having a full-on war right now.

“I–” Words were caught in Sable’s throat, and so many 3 AM thoughts were begging to be screamed out loud but never in a million years would she let those horrible feelings be known. Mikaela was Sable’s only reprieve from the constant judgement in and around all of Greenville, her light in the darkness, and without that light, she would be completely and utterly lost. What would she do, if she didn’t feel the same? Would things ever be how they used to be? Would Sable get the chance to hear her read those spellbinding tales of hers on stage at the moonstone ever again? Chat over hot cups of coffee, or know her soft embrace once more?

Feeling sick, possibilities swam around in Sable’s head and she barely registered it when Mikaela’s perfect crystal eyes blurred into view and when her warm hand caressed her burning cheek, brushing her thumb along the spot where a heart is usually drawn just underneath Sable’s right eye.

Mikaela’s eyes were so heartbreakingly understanding and one empathetic smile made every doubt and worry dissolve. The butterflies slowed to a steady rhythm, and Sable felt safe. Like maybe– just maybe– the beautiful girl in front of her might feel the same way. She saw it in the carnation-tinted glow glazing her stardust cheeks, felt it in the gentle yet feather-light way her hand graced her skin, and prayed she was right.

“You can tell me anything, Sable,” Mikaela held both of Sable’s hands in hers and pressed both of their foreheads together. So close. “Anything.”

Sable could feel her breathing begin to hitch and stutter like a car struggling to start, woozy from the contact and heat coming from Mikaela’s angelic touch. Slowly, she moved Mikaela’s hand to sit flat against her chest, gently resting over her heart. The pulse only grew faster under the angel's fingertips. Mikaela’s eyes widened a little, and Sable wished, suddenly, that her shirt wasn’t in the way.

“Mikaela, I... I think that I–” she tripped over her words, too many things desperate to be known but before Sable could finish her sentence, Mikaela moved Sable’s hand to sit over her heart.

It was frantic.

“Me too,” She smiled warmly, eyes welling up with tears.

Sable wrapped her arms around Mikaela and buried herself in the crook of her neck, breathing in her lavender perfume and holding on for dear life as if to convince herself this wasn’t a dream. Shock— she was in shock. What just happened? Where was she?

She was in the safe confines of Mikaela’s bedroom sitting under the moonlight on her bed, in her arms. Two hearts beating as one.

There was no way, it wasn’t possible, was it? But the emotion radiating from the beating of her heart was there, under Sable’s touch, stronger than words.

Warm, familiar hands found their way to Sable’s waist and she knew then that this was real, not another one of her late-night fantasies that felt so distant. Mikaela was here, now, and she wasn’t going to disappear in the morning like the misty Mikaela in her dreams always did.

Sable looked up into her eyes and felt nervous about what she was about to ask, but there was a knot burning embers in her stomach and she feared that she would explode if she didn’t do this now.

“Can I kiss you..?” She whispered shyly, reaching shaking hands up to Mikaela’s cheeks like it was the first time they had ever touched because really, it was. In such a meaningful way.

Mikaela nodded and tilted her head, “Please,”

In a flurry of bottled-up emotion and tender care, Sable carefully held Mikaela’s face in her hands then and softly locked her lips with hers, melting in the sweet embrace. It was everything she had ever dreamed of, like fireworks popping in the distance, showering the two of them in explosions of intimacy, ribbons of passion flickering in the night sky. Mikaela tasted like coffee and cinnamon.

“Oh Mikaela,” she sighed before crashing back into the serene confines of her lips, reaching to undo her hair and feeling it flow through her fingers before gently taking hold of her face once more. The two fell back onto fluffy pillows.

Breathy giggles filled the room, pulling and pushing back, pulling and pushing back— Sable could kiss Mikaela forever and be happy, living in this moment until the end of time. She was sick, and Mikaela’s lips held the cure.

The sight of tangerine waves swaying on top of her made Sable’s thoughts run wild as Mikaela broke their connection to grace her jaw and collarbones with tranquil kisses, every one kindling a fire that was steadily spreading across her corrupt skin. Sable thought she didn’t deserve this, like this sort of treatment was reserved for celestial beings– not hellions.

She gasped when kind lips met her throat and travelled back upward, the side of Mikaela’s face dragging along her slack jawline.

She pressed a kiss to her chin, to each of her willowy pale cheeks, to the tip of her nose and then to the side of her mouth. Heaven probably didn’t come close to this. Sable reached up to sling her hands behind Mikaela’s neck and felt her weight shift atop her. She tucked a lock of orange hair behind her right ear.

“Your eyes are so pretty,” Sable mumbled, wanting to drown in them as she stared, for once without needing to hide it, at the ethereal features before her. “You’re so pretty, Mikaela.”

The angel humbly giggled in response, “Oh Sable,” she tapped the tip of her nose, tone full of nothing but pure adoration, “you’re bewitching.”

“Was that a pun?”

“Maybe, doesn’t make it any less true though.”

#sable ward x mikaela reid #sable x mikaela #sable ward #mikaela reid #dbd #dead by daylight #dead by daylight fan fiction #dbd fanfic #wlw post #sapphic

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just-my-type-x · 2 years ago

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Little White Dress

A/N: please don't be mad at the fact that i don't open my requests, but i know i wouldn't have time to get through them since I'm currently working on my thesis and i wrote every day for it. So this is a way of me coping with stress and writing something else other than theoretical stuff haha. I hope u enjoy ♥️

Maybe a tw: drinking/clubbing, but not very much, mentions of sex.

Angst

Italics - flashback

I keep my glass raised high as i pass a few dancing people, trying to reach Tristan and Connor on the other side of the club. I excuse myself when i walk between a couple and brush off their cringey comments of how I'm trying to break them apart.

Tristan spots me from a few meters apart and holds his arm out for me to grab on as a wave of people almost sweep me up in their walking direction.

"Thank you", i chuckle and he puts a protective arm around my waist, watching the group walk away from us, unaware of what almost happened.

"Drunk idiots", he swears under his breath and looks at me. "Are you ok?", he smirks and i nod.

"Thanks to you, yeah. Otherwise i would've been back at the bar and not because i wanted more of this", we both laugh when i take a sip of my cocktail. Connor joins in our conversation and it's not long after that the DJ starts playing real music that we can have fun on. We start dancing around, screaming the lyrics of the songs we love, while Con's friend, Lorrie, decides to take pictures and videos of us having fun together. When the alcohol finally sets in, i let myself feel the rhythm and dance around with Lorrie spinning each other around and laughing a lot. It's not long after that Tristan grabs be gently by my arm and pulls me closer to him to dance with him, while Con takes my place. Tristan's hands are on my waist and mine arr around his neck, while we dance to a remixed version of Hips Don't Lie.

I take one more sip of my drink before going back to Tris, who's quick to position his hands on my hips, moving them around, while we try doing some Cha-Cha dance moves.

"You're playing such a dangerous game, Tris", i shout in his ear and he pulls me in closer. His head is glued to mine, his lips close to my ear, his fingers brushing my hair away.

"Dangerous is more exciting", he smirks and i bite my lip as he spins me one more time before the song drastically changes to another one. I need to catch my breath and sit next to Tristan who was already on the couch, drinking from his glass. His eyes follow me closely and i smirk at him. I pull on my short white dress while sitting, so it could cover my legs more and Lorrie is quick to ask us if we want some pictures taken. We both agree and i move closer to Tris, whose eyes still follow everything i do. I position myself on the side, my back touching his side and his arm snakes around my waist, his hand on my thigh. She takes a few photos of us and i start taking pictures of her and Con, then selfies the four of us. I look through some of them, when i feel an intense stare on my back. I turn around and i see Tristan's eyes scanning my body up and down, clearly ditching the conversation he has with Con and Lorrie. I walk over to Tristan and tell him to get out of there, leaving our friends in the club. We get to the hotel and Tris is quick to throw me on the bed, attacking my neck with his lips and teeth, leaving hickeys down my neck and exposed cleavage.

"Fuck, take this down immediately", he groans, his hands caressing my curves through the dress and then quickly taking off his suit jacket. We're both in our underwear when we start kissing each other, heat radiating off our bodies.

"About last night.. We're not gonna talk about last night. That's a great Instagram caption, y/n, but i think it's a bit too much for a picture of you and Tristan at a club", Brad comments about the post of Tristan having his arm snaked around my body while we're backstage. I yawn, still tired after the club and, well, Tristan. I wear a zip up hoodie, so i put the hood on my head to not hear Brad too much.

"That's an amazing caption and it fits the picture very well", i bite back and hold my head against the back of the sofa.

"Well, did something happen? Other than Tris being significantly close to you", Brad chuckles and i roll my eyes. I've had a crush on Brad for years, but you can tell him straight in the face and he still won't figure it out. I know it was wrong of me to sleep with Tristan and he knows it too, but last night neither of us could help it.

"No, everything is alright.", i pull on my hoodie upwards to make sure my hickeys aren't visible at all, but Brad shifts in his seat.

"Are you cold or something? You've been pulling on that hoodie since this morning", he frowns and approaches me, but i take off my hood and frown back at him, letting him know I'm alright.

"I'm just tired and to be honest you're irritating me right now", i try to laugh to make it sound like a joke, but he knows it's true. We've been best friends since high school, he figures out everything. Almost.

He laughs at me and then pulls me by the arms to get up and do something so i wouldn't feel so sleepy anymore. I sigh and give in, standing off the couch. When Brad let's go of my arms, my hoodie falls off my left shoulder and i hurry to place it back up.

"Ok, stop, what the fuck is wrong with you?", Brad asks irritated, trying to grab the collar of my hoodie, but i push his hands away.

"Stop it, it's nothing, why are you so worried?"

"I'm not worried, I'm frustrated, what are you hiding from me?", he reaches back to my collar, his free hand catching one of my wrists. He manages to pull the material away from my neck, stopping in his tracks to analyse my love bites. He follows the trail to my collarbones and swallows hard. "Whose are these?"

"Mine"

"No shit dumbass. Who gave them to you?"

A few seconds of silence fall between us until the doors of the backstage open and Tristan, James and Connor walk inside. Brad's eyes fall on Tristan's neck, that also has hickeys here and there. The plan was that i would wear something to cover my neck, while Tris would be good to go since it's not a surprise when he shows up with some. Brad's grip on my hoodie intensifies and i feel the material tightening between his fingers. His face is white, lips parted and his eyes look like they're about to fall out of his head.

"You've got to be kidding me. You two fucked and had the audacity to even post from the night you fucked?", Brad's angry voice makes the guys' attention turn to him. Tristan's face goes blank, while James and Connor look confused at the three of us. "You have some fucking nerve to even look me in the eyes", he points to, Tris and he swallows hard. Brad turns to me and i pull the zipper up, crossing my arms at my chest. "Are you fucking for real? My best friend? What the fuck, y/n?", his voice cracks because of how angry and how high pitched his tone became.

"What is going on?", James asks confused and Con rubs his temples

"Oh my God.. I should've left with you", Con holds his hand on his forehead

"You knew?", Brad almost jumps next to him, his voice loud

"No, but now it makes sense", he answers and puts his phone in the back pocket

"What makes sense?", Brad's burning stare pins Con

"We left earlier", Tristan almost whispers and Brad tightens his fists

"You what?", Brad's question is barely audible

"What happened last night?", James asks again, almost laughing. I pull down my zipper and capture their attention, their heads turning in my direction. I uncover my hickeys, the trail being observable on my breasts, until my tank top covers it. Brad scoffs and shakes his head.

"You fucking made sure you marked every single piece of her, didn't you?", his voice isn't angry anymore, he's just disappointed. "So you left earlier, didn't you? Did you enjoy having sex with y/n?", the exasperation in his voice makes James and Con move away not wanting to intervene. I walk closer to him and Tristan.

"Can you please stop talking about me like I'm some kind of object? It's the first time it happened and i don't understand why you're so upset. You're supposed to be my best friend, why does it bother you so much who my sex life involves?", angry, i step closer to Tris, crossing my arms at my chest.

Brad scoffs. "You know what, fuck off. I hope y'all are gonna have banger sex from now on. Don't even bother having my phone number anymore, y/n", he says while walking fast away from us, exiting the backstage doors with loud bangs.

"For fuck's sake mate.. His best friend?", Con rubs his temples again. "Y/N, his best friend, really?"

"Stop blaming us ok? He told me a few weeks ago that if he'd let anyone near her ever it would be me. I never thought that if it happened, he'd react like this", Tristan falls on the couch, holding his head in his hands.

"Con, you've had sex with half of our friend group back in Birmingham, he never acted like this.", frustrated, i throw a haribo pack at his chest. "Thank you for having our backs, backstabbers", i say while throwing some tea bags to James too.

I leave the room and hurry outside the venue, seeing Brad lean on the wall, his fists every now and then hitting the wall behind him. He notices my presence and i start walking towards him, him doing the same.

"Why Tristan? Why him out of every male in this world?", he yells and i take a step back. "He fucking.. Look at your fucking neck! He fucking.. For fuck's sake, he covered your breasts! He had access to every part of your body!", his voice breaks and he walks away, his hands in his hair, almost pulling at it. I approach him, but he flinches.

"Brad, please calm down, the fans are on the other side of venue", i talk quietly,not being able to look him in the eyes.

"i couldn't give a damn right now."

"Why the fuck are you like this? Talk to me?", i raise my voice and he faces me, his eyes full of tears.

"The nerve to ask me this.."

"No, Brad, tell me why it bothers you. It's not like you haven't seen me with hickeys before. It's not like you didn't tell Tris you'd trust him with me. Why all this?", i ask, waving my arms around us. He exhales loudly and turns his back at me, staring at nothing. He turns back, looking at me with the same tear filled, red eyes.

"You have no idea how much i regret telling him that now that he's done it. I regretted it even afterwards.", he brushes his fingers over his mustache and chin and takes one deep breath. "I have feelings for you", Brad's voice breaks and a tear falls down his cheek. "And I've had for a while i guess. I just never had the courage to tell you, i thought it will happen naturally and i was wrong. Like i always am", he walks away from me and leans on the wall, holding himself up against it with his arms, hitting it hard with his fist. I immediately walk next to him and take his fist in my hand, covering the bruises with my palm.

"Are you crazy? Why did you do that?", i almost scream and he scoffs, taking his hand away.

"Stop, please. Go back to him, I'll calm down and I'll join you afterwards. I'll be fine.", he turns his back to me but i refuse to walk away. I hug him from behind and refuse to let him go, even tho he struggles to get out of my grip. He gives up and sighs.

"I've been in love with you for years", i confess, his posture stiffening

"I can tell", his voice breaks and i tighten my embrace

"I'm serious. But you can't recognise someone having feelings for you even if they're right in your face. I'm the perfect example", Brad laughs quietly. "Last night was a mistake, we both know it, but it happened and we can't change that.", i say quietly. I let him go and he faces me. He pulls me into a hug and i shed a few tears because of the intensity of the moment.

"I thought i lost you forever", he confesses and puts his hand on my head, kissing my forehead. "I thought I'll never be more to you than your best friend"

"Well, this is the main reason that happened. I never expected you to have feelings for me, so why not live my life? I'm so sorry it had to happen with Tris. It was so wrong of us", i watch his face soften

"Do you still want me in your life?", i ask, my voice cracking

"Don't be sorry. I'm pretty glad it was him tho and not some random dude. I know he took care - good care", he pulls the hoodie away to show the hickeys, "but he didn't have a reason not to be with you, i was always open to a relationship between you and any of my band mates. Until now", he chuckles, "when i realised it's only me i want you to be with. I'm sorry i acted like that. I never thought my best friends will actually fuck", his body stiffens again and i look somewhere else.

He nods, "more than ever. Only if you want me too", he tries to smile, but another tear falls on his cheek

"more than ever", we hug each other, sighing in relief. We decide to go back to the backstage and he bumped fists with Tristan and hugged, before a wave of apologies and and a band group hug.

"You know, she's not really your type, so things wouldn't have worked out anyway", Brad laughs and i roll my eyes as Tristan agrees

"Oh shut up"

A/N: Let me know if u want a part 2 ♥️

#brad simpson #brad simpson smut #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson x reader #tristan evans #tristan evans imagine #tristan evans smut #the vamps #the vamps imagine #the vamps smut

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