#so like don't be shy friends i'll love you forever

[daisymbin]

so? what's it gonna be, princess? - choi seungcheol

warnings: none!!

pairings: choi seungcheol x reader

genre: best friend to lovers (as always... zzzzz)

wc: 1.8k

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‘’cheollie, i think i will be running a little late. it started pouring out of nowhere and i don't have my umbrella with me,’’ seungcheol could practically hear the pout coming from you through the phone, ‘’please help me tell the boys im sorry and that i'll be there as soon as i can.’’ today was yet another friday evening where the boys had planned a group dinner to catch up with everyone which happens once every 2 weeks. 

‘’you're pouting arent you?’’ your best friend teased you through the phone. ‘’no im not..’’ you lie, but unbeknownst to you, seungcheol is sitting in his car; parked just outside your company's lobby waiting for you. he smiles as he watches you furrow your eyebrows and look up at the sky; watching the pouring rain, and he sees your pout growing more evident. ‘’don't you regret turning me down this morning when i offered to drive you after work?’’ he chuckles to himself as he continues to tease you; he fumbles reaching for an umbrella in the backseat, ready to walk towards you. 

‘’maybe a little…but my office is in the complete opposite direction.. i didn’t want to trouble you.’’ you tried justifying. ‘’its been 13 years now that we've been friends, how many times do i have to tell you that you're never a bother or trouble to me? you know i love helping you out and doing things with you. even if its just driving with you by my side.’’ you felt your stomach do a little flip at your best friend's words and you try to shake the feeling away. seungcheol watches as you brace yourself, getting ready to run in the rain to cross the road, most likely to get to the bus stop. ‘’WAIT, STAY THERE!’’ he shouts through the phone and you all but halt your movements all together. ‘’huh? what do you mean?’’ you asked as confusion took over you. ‘’hello?’’ you prod again when he doesnt say anything back. ‘’cheol??’’ this time you remove your phone from your ear to look at the screen, had the call been disconnected?

‘’princess!’’ your head whipped around at the sound of that. you could recognise his voice anywhere and yet, you didnt exactly believe it. what is he doing here? why would he be here? you watch as seungcheol run out of his car holding an umbrella over his head, ‘’what are you doing here? i thought i told you not to come? i could have made it to dinner on my own..’’ you say as you started to feel bad. ‘’in this heavy rain? its gonna take you forever!’’ he chuckles lightly as he reaches his arm out to put over your shoulder, getting you under the umbrella with him. ‘’yeah but still.. its so inconvenient for you.’’ seungcheol watches as your pout slowly returns. all he can think about is how cute and pretty you look, and how soft your lips would feel against his. 

‘’nothing is ever inconvenient when it comes to you. did you forget why my nickname for you is princess in the first place? did you forget the promise i made you when we were kids? i said i'll always treat you like the princess you are, didnt i?’’ he asked as he tugged you closer to him and start walking back to his car. ‘’cheol, of course i remember, but no one ever really holds onto promises they made when they were kids. it was just all fun and games!’’ you laugh as you hit his chest lightly with your fist playfully. seungcheol catches your hand and held it in his for a second before letting go. ‘’i didn't think it was just for fun and games…i meant what i said back then & i still do.’’ his face turned serious before it was quickly replaced by his boyish shy smile that you love so much. he reached down to open the door to the passenger seat, ushering you to get in. 

you watch as he closed the door to the passenger seat and quickly ran over to the driver's seat. ‘’what was that about?’’ you asked as soon as seungcheol settled in this seat. it doesnt go unnoticed by you that half of his body is wet; drenched in rain, clearly from shielding you with the umbrella better and not himself. you heart aches at that a little. ‘’what was what?’’ he questioned back, looking at you with confusion swimming in his brown orbs. you took in a deep breath and let out an audible sigh, ‘’you mean what you said back then and you still do?’’ you laughed before continuing playfully, ‘’aww, does that mean that my cheolie is still in love with me after all these years?’’ you teased jokingly as you think back to when you were both 21, your best friend had drunkenly confessed to you in a game of truth or dare with chan, minghao, soonyoung and joshua that you were in fact his first love when you were both younger. what he failed to mention however is that he was still in love with you at that time. 

‘’cheol, im just joking. dont look at me like that.’’ you say as you shift your eyes towards the road; finding his burning gaze too hard to keep in contact with. ‘’don't look at you like what?’’ his voice came out a lot softer and huskier than he'd like. not that seungcheol was trying anything, but his throat suddenly felt so so dry. was he about to have this conversation with you? ‘’i don't know, you just look so serious. i was just kidding. come on, start the car, or we'll be late.’’ you unintentionally whined, hoping that he will let it go and drop the subject. but seungcheol caught on to your nervousness, he always does. you have your tells when you're nervous and seungcheol knows all of them like the back of his hand. he knows you oh so well. 

feeling a sudden surge of confidence from the fact that he made you nervous, inevitably, your best friend turned cocky. ‘’so what if i am?’’ he asked as he leaned his face against his fist that his biceps were resting on the steering wheel. ‘’what?’’ you asked as you furrowed your eyebrows at him. seungcheol could see the slight irritation dancing in your eyes. he knows you think he's fucking with you again like he always does, except what you didn't know was all his playful flirting? yeah he meant those. but you? you could play along with his playful flirting but joking about feelings and being in love? that crosses the line for you. not funny. at all. 

‘’i said, so what if i am? so what if i am still in love with you after all these years?’’ truthfully, seungcheol felt confident and cocky, but that was before he actually said those words out loud. now? his heart was thumping so hard he thought it might jump right out of his chest, but of course, he didnt show it, he tried his hardest not to at least; always keeping that small but nervous smile on his face. ‘’if this is another one of your stupid jokes, stop it. its not funny. you know i hate when people joke about feelings.’’ your irritation had grown tenfold by now. ‘’start the car cheol, we'll be late.’’ 

‘’but we're already late,’’ he says as he debates in his mind if he should hold your hand. ‘’and besides, don't you think i know you well enough by now to know what not to joke about?’’ he watches as your eyes soften and reaches for your hand. you look down at where you are both linked: your hands, and silence takes over you. ‘’so, should we walk into dinner holding hands and let the boys plan our wedding or are you going to reject me and let this car ride be the most awkward we've ever been around each other?’’ seungcheol all but nervously asks, jokingly of course.

‘’is this really how you ask someone out? that's so corny and cringey. no wonder you've been single all these years!” seungcheol lets out a breath of relief when he hears your sweet laugh and sees a smile finally break out on your face. ‘’is the reason i'm single all these years really because of how corny and cringey i am or is it because of how in love i am with you that i stayed by your side and took care of you the best i knew how to at whatever age it was, that i always looked out for you no matter where we were, be it at a party, in class, in school, at a dinner functions, anything. that i tried my best to never let you feel alone and to know that i always believe in you no matter what negative things that pretty little head of yours tells you when you go to bed at night? and look at you now? look how far you've come.’’

seungcheol held your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. you felt tears lightly prickle your eyes and you blinked them away, ‘’thank you, cheol..for always being there for me even when i didn’t know i needed you.’’ he now held your hand up to his cheek, still intertwining your fingers. ‘’like today?’’ he asked with a shy smile. ‘’like today..’’ you smiled back. ‘’so what's it gonna be princess? are we picking out a wedding destination or are we sitting in awkward silence?’’ he teased. ‘’why can't you be normal and just ask me to be your girlfriend like everybody else?’’ you ask as you tried tugging your hand away from him but he didn’t let up, it only made his grip on you tighter. ‘’where's the fun in that? and besides, you answering my question will tell me if i have a girlfriend or not.’’ seungcheol already knows your answer to his question, but he still had to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it so bad. 

‘’hmm..,’’ you looked away from him and pretended to think for a second, ‘’you know The Maldives has always been my dream destination for travelling…a wedding there would be pretty don't you think?’’ you turn back to look at your boyfriend with a faux face of being in thought. seungcheol didnt know he could smile so big but in that moment he did, ‘’i think anywhere in the world would make for a pretty wedding destination as long as you're the bride, princess.’’ seungcheol finally lets go of your hand, but only to now cup your face in between his 2 hands.  he kissed you once on your forehead, ‘’you know i love you right?’’ he asked as he looked into your eyes, his usual playful and mischievous brown orbs are now replaced with love, adoration and sincerity. you smile as you answer, ‘’you know i love you too, right?’’ and that was all it took for seungcheol to finally kiss you on the lips. ‘’i think i love you more.’’ he just always has to win, doesn't he?

[wholoveseggs]

Heyy, you should make an Elijah fic where it’s set where he has his middle part and he falls in love with Elena’s best friend as the reader? With fluff and smut please!!! 🤍🤍

Rules {Part One}

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Part One

As the little sister of the Salvatores, trouble always finds you. Whether it's from a vampire, werewolf or an original, you are always at the center of it. When the mysterious villain Elijah comes to Mystic Falls, everyone is trying to stop him from hurting Elena. But you? You might be falling in love...

♡♡ Thanks for the request beautiful anon! Middle part Elijah will forever have me in a chokehold && it's about time I write a little bit about the Salvatore brothers...♡♡

2k words - Warnings: this one is just mainly smut, foreplay, secret affair, enemies to lovers, Elijah being the sexiest middle-part menace he can be, reader is a lot like her brother Damon... will this turn into a romeo and juilet tragic romance ? maybee

{Part Two} {Part Three}{Part Four}{Part Five}

"Rules? I don't recall such things..." You giggled softly, kicking your feet a little, a wide smile on your face.

Laying on your stomach in front of the fireplace at the boarding house, you chatted on the phone with Elijah. You ran your fingers through the soft rug underneath you, biting your lip and waiting for a response from him.

"Hmm, perhaps you just have a very poor memory then," Elijah murmured, you could hear the smile in his voice. It had you grinning like an idiot, and you had to roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling just to calm yourself down. You felt giddy, excited, and so many other emotions that you thought were long dormant in your old age.

"Perhaps..." You murmured, letting out a happy sigh and smiling at the ceiling.

"Let me refresh your memory," Elijah whispered into the phone, his tone calm and deep, as he sat back in the large leather chair in his office. "Rule one, when we are together, it will just be us,"

"And it will be," You assured him, closing your eyes, imagining his voice directly in your ear. "Everyone has gone away for the night,"

"I don't see why we don't just rent a room," He chuckled softly.

"Because," you murmured, feeling shyer by the second. "I want you to see my room, I have some books and art to share with you, there's this painting I hung up the other day that you would love..."

Elijah smiled, looking down and picking at a piece of lint on his pants, unable to deny how much he liked that thought. "I would love to see all the details of what makes you happy,"

You blushed, sitting up on your thighs, the heat of the fireplace warming your back.

"So? Come over?" You asked, hopeful, almost squirming with need.

Elijah knew this was a bad idea, if the Salvatore brothers returned, he would have to deal with their wrath. They were the enemy, but you... You were a weakness, one he couldn't seem to ignore.

"What would I get in return?" He wondered, standing up and moving over to the window.

You grinned, a plan forming. "Anything you want..."

Elijah licked his lips, feeling his heart beat just a bit faster.

"You are dangerous..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Give me an hour,"

You giggled happily, rolling onto your stomach and kicking your legs behind you. "I'll be waiting,"

With a small hum of confirmation, Elijah ended the call.

You tossed your phone aside and scurried to your room, deciding what to wear. Usually you weren't shy or nervous to hook-up with someone, but with Elijah it was different.

It had been a few weeks, and you had both agreed, the last time would be the only time. But then one thing led to another, a text here, an invitation there, and now you couldn't deny the pull between the two of you.

After showering and shaving and washing, you stood naked in your closet and looked through the clothes. You finally settled on a simple yet expensive lingerie set that hugged your body and pushed up your breasts. Then you slipped into a simple black dress, deciding to keep it casual, since you were planning on being naked for most of the night.

A knock on the door made you grin, and you rushed to the door, your excitement bubbling to the surface.

Elijah stood on the porch, hands tucked in the pockets of his long trench coat, a small smile on his face.

"Hello, Miss Salvatore," He said softly, stepping inside.

You shut the door behind him, pressing your back against it, taking in the man before you.

"Elijah," You purred, grinning like a cat. "Glad you could join me,"

Elijah hummed softly, his eyes roaming your form. You could see the lust in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched.

"You know, the last time we were alone, I believe we agreed this would not happen again," Elijah reminded, taking a step forward, closing the gap between you.

"Hmm, did we?" You murmured, your hand reaching out and running down the front of his suit, feeling the material. You stopped and looked up at him, a grin on your face.

He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. His hands went to your hips, pulling you flush against him.

You let out a small gasp, a hand going to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

You pulled away, your cheeks a light pink and your breathing heavy. He already had you dizzy, and he had barely done anything.

"How about a tour?" He murmured, a smile on his lips.

"Sure," You nodded, pulling him towards the stairs, a giddy smile on your face.

He followed along, not paying attention to the art and paintings on the walls, instead he was watching you, the way your hips swayed with every step, and the smile on your face as you brought him closer and closer to your bedroom.

As soon as you stepped through the door, Elijah's hands were on your waist, his lips kissing along your neck and shoulders. He kicked the door close, and started pushing you further into the room.

You stumbled a little, giggling and holding onto his arm, letting him push you towards the bed. You spun around and faced him, and he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. You ran your hands up his chest and to his tie, unknotting it and throwing it on the ground. You worked on his jacket next, sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms, leaving him in his white shirt.

"Mm, you're rushing," Elijah teased, nipping at your bottom lip, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"No, no, you're just too slow," You shot back, ripping open his shirt, the buttons flying across the room.

Elijah looked down at his torn shirt, and then up at you, his lips curled into a smirk. "Careful,"

"Or what?" You teased, running your fingers through his hair, a playful glint in your eyes.

Elijah pushed you backwards, and you fell onto the bed, letting out a laugh as he crawled up your body, his mouth attaching to your neck, sucking and biting, making you moan.

"Greedy little vampire, aren't you?" He murmured against your skin, his hands running up your thighs, slowly pushing your dress up.

"Hmm, for you," You purred, tugging at his belt, getting frustrated when you couldn't get it undone.

Elijah chuckled, sitting up and working his belt free, a cocky smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes, and wiggled your way out of your dress, tossing it onto the ground, leaving you in nothing but the black lace lingerie.

"My, my," Elijah said slowly, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. "You look stunning,"

You bit your lip, a small smile on your face as he climbed back on top of you, his hands running up your sides.

"This was an excellent choice," He murmured, running his fingers over the lace. "Maybe I should rip it off, make it match my shirt,"

"Don't you dare," You warned, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his mouth to yours.

Your hand rested against his stomach, and you let it wander up his chest. You could feel his strength as he held himself over you, the muscles of his arms flexing, his chest rising and falling.

His hair fell into his face, framing his cheekbones, his intense gaze fixed on you. You blushed and tucked his hair behind his ear, running your finger along his sharp jaw.

"You're so handsome," You breathed, the words escaping your lips before you could stop them.

Elijah chuckled, his breath hot against your skin.

"And you're breathtaking," He murmured, before ripping off your lingerie, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

"I told you not to do that," You gasped, though you weren't really angry, your blood was already rushing south.

He grinned, his fingers trailing up your leg, teasing your core. You spread your legs wider, and he eased a finger inside you, chuckling as your annoyed expression melted into pleasure. He watched you like this, lips parted, panting softly. Then he added second finger, then a third, until he was fucking you with three fingers, the palm of his hand brushing against your clit.

"Elijah," You moaned, tugging him down, kissing him roughly.

Elijah smirked against your lips, and curled his fingers, finding that sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

"Fuck," You moaned, arching off the bed, your eyes screwed shut.

"That's it," He encouraged, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you, his fingers picking up speed, curling and twisting inside you.

"I can't..." You whined, squirming and grabbing his wrist.

"But you can," He mumbled, kissing you deeply. You moaned into the kiss as he moved his hand faster. The tension was so delicious and intoxicating, but before you could reach your release, Elijah was pulling his hand back.

You were so lost in pleasure you didn't hear the sound of the front door opening, or the noise of Stefan and Damon entering the house.

But Elijah did. He froze, his ears trained on the footsteps of the Salvatore brothers. He cursed under his breath, and turned to look down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

You frowned at the lack of contact, and pouted, looking up at him, confused. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off with a kiss.

Then you heard them.

In a flash Elijah was gone, all that was left of his touch was your scattered breathing and lust filled eyes.

You heard the sound of your brother's footsteps coming up the stairs and pulled a blanket over yourself. A moment later Damon and Stefan walked in the doorway.

"What do you want?" You muttered, looking grumpy, and trying to sound like you were angry at being interrupted from a good sleep.

"Just checking in," Stefan smiled, before noticing how disheveled your hair was, the blush in your cheeks, and the fact that you were wrapped in a blanket and nothing else.

"Have you been here all night?" Damon asked, looking concerned.

"Yes," You snapped, sitting up and pulling the blankets tighter around you. "I was tired and fell asleep reading,"

Stefan and Damon shared a look, neither looked like they were buying your story.

"We'll let you rest," Stefan nodded, heading for the door, giving you a suspicious look.

"Yeah, go back to sleep, we'll be downstairs," Damon murmured, shooting you a knowing look, before following his brother out the door, shutting it behind him.

Once they were gone, you collapsed back against the pillows, letting out a breath.

You could still feel Elijah's lips on yours, still smell his cologne, still taste him on your tongue. You closed your eyes, a smile spreading across your face.

It was in that moment, that you knew you were absolutely, undeniably, hopelessly, in love with Elijah.

And, without a doubt, completely and utterly fucked.

{Part Two} {Part Three}{Part Four}{Part Five}

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[ayoogirlie]

Before I start writing angst, let's go with something pleasant. I just recently started reading and watching MASHLE which is why I don't knowe many characters well.

MASHLE MAIN 5 X GN!READER (separated)

Main 5 falling in love with you!

Mash

This one is oblivious. He doesn't realise he holds special feelings for you. I believe at first he could have though of you as sibling.

You're just as important as his father so why not? The three of you could be a fine family.

He would share creampuff with you... just like with others. Honestly, it would be difficult to notice he likes you in that way. This man is so indifferent or more like he forgot to train his face muscles.

The thing that betrayed his feelings is the fact that he has been following you everywhere like a little duckling his mom.

Whether you have classes together or not. If you had them together — he would sit with you or at least close to you. Some rather prefer to sit alone, which helps them focus. On the other hand, if you have separated classes, he would always escort you to the class and only leave after making sure you sat down.

Mash's main love language would be act of service. I don't find him as a touchy guy — he would respect your personal space. The most he would do is grab the snip of your sleeve to not possibly lose you in crowd. (I find it cute honestly, like he would be to shy to grab your hand, so he would be happy with bare minimum.)

Going back to act of services. I think you would have a special privilege — flavoured creampuff. Coffee, chocolate, strawberry, etc., whichever you want. This guy would take you to kitchen and make you bake them together. Unless, your cooking is hopeless and you can set the kitchen on fire, then you're simply watching him work and talk about the silliest things.

Mash would definitely listen to your rambling. Well, at least he will try to. At some point, he would pass out, if he was overflowing with many new information. Please, go slow with him.

When asking others for help with you, he first would try to figure things out himself. Only if he had no more ideas, would he ask his friends for love advices (most likely Lance or Finn).

This guy is so sweet yet so clueless. He loves you so clumsily and as a boyfriend he doesn't change his attitude much. He already treated you in special way. Well, maybe he'll get more intimate with you. I'll leave it to your imagination.

Finn

I simply adore this boy. His love is as innocent as he is. Literally, he would be all red and shy when he realised his feelings for you.

He would get nervous around you and every possible physical contact would make him explode. He's too focused to not make any mistakes in front of you, that he forgets to relax.

Well, it's not like he's always like that. His heart would explode at this point. There are some moments, when he is even sweeter than he is now. It's when you simply sit somewhere and do nothing, just enjoying your existence. He feels so calm that he wish those moments would last forever.

Finn likes DIY. So I bet he would make some for you, it might be jewelry, plushie or something more practical. Whatever you'll ask for he will do. (If it's in terms of his skills.)

If you ask him to teach you how to make some, he would be more than happy. Who wouldn't be happy to spend time with their crush?

He would carefully explain everything and help you if you have any difficulties with the project. Sometimes I wonder where he gets all this patience from. Whether you would get discouraged or curse how hard it is, he would try to calm you down and explain your mistakes.

When I'm still talking about teaching. Study session. I just see with my eyes of imagination. The two of you sitting in library beside each other and bending over books. It depends on you — whether he's teaching you some subject or you just enjoy your company.

Finn loves animals. I think, he would always tell you many random fact about them and won't stop talking, until he gets a hold on himself.

When he finally remembers himself, he will start apologising and feeling bad about being the only one talking. Then you kave to reassure him that you really don't mind and he can continue.

As a boyfriend, he treats you very well. People might say he's a perfect boyfriend material, but you can see how much he tries and I hope you do as much for him as he does for you.

Lance

Honestly, I can't imagine him giving someone else attention than his sister. Like this sis-con on has Anna in his head. So you can imagine how everyone was surprised when they noticed his unusual behaviour towards you.

And it wasn't some big change. No. It was more subtle. He was less strict with you than he is with others. Whenever you seemed sad because of his, sometimes mean, comments, he would apologise. (It took him a lot of courage to say this simple words.) He was more careful with his act to not sadden you.

I believe that after some time of knowing each other he would tell you about his sister and maybe if he happens to trust you a lot — about her illness as well.

He strikes me as a gentleman at some point. He would hold the door for you, help you with school work and follow you almost everywhere as if it was his duty.

Unfortunately for you, his sister will always be his number one, so unless you accept this fact, I don't think he will try to do anything with your relationship.

As well as it was with Finn, you two would have study session together. This guy is so clever that it would be stupid not to ask for help with the subject, spell or other thing you have difficulties with.

He truly admires you. You saw him in numerous embarrassing situations, for example when he was talking to Anna's pictures etc. Everyone' else would already start avoiding him. Maybe that's why he finds you as a perfect match for himself. Someone who wouldn't judge his behaviour and just accept his 'imperfections'.

Lance would respect your personal space and it would have to be you who initiates physical contact (mostly before your relationship). But he would place his hand on your waist with excuse not to let you bump into others.

He looks like the guy who would give other people, who are talking to you, nasty glare, when you don't look. It's not that he doesn't believe in his charm, it's just the fact that he doesn't like others being to close or touchy with you.

As a boyfriend Lance becomes more possessive and clingy. He would hug you from behind and gets touchy when you least expect it. Well, at least you're never bored.

Dot

It's easy to captivate this hot-headed guy's heart... if you're a woman of course. Male readers have it harder. But now we are talking about the stage he is already in love.

He would always boast to his friends about how he's going to marry you with no shame. Of course, always when you're absent. If by chance you will witness him saying it. He would want to hide under ground.

He would always scream at the person, you would give too much attention. He gets easily jealous, but he act like thata with every male that gets too much attention from others.

That's why you don't realise he holds any special feelings towards you. He still acts like he act towards women, so you don't think any special of the way he treats you.

I believe Dot would be touchy with you. Like put his arm over your shoulder or surprise you from behind. Honestly, if he would have ever touched you in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable, as a man he is — he would never forgive himself.

In his eyes, he gives you special treatment. He doesn't play pranks on you and even with Lemon in room, he always focus on what you're saying and so on.

After some time, he gets more obvious that others notice his strange behaviour. He always stares at you, daydream about you two being together. His eyes are always following your person.

When you're close, he catch himself on enjoying your fragrance. Later of course, Dot will blame himself as well call himself a pervert. But you cannot be mad at him. He just can't get enough of you.

If he only could he would almost always hold you in his arms and never let go, while being too scared you might run away from him.

He is energetic, so as a boyfriend he would take you to many places. Date? Let's go to amusement park, if not, we have many other options. Of course, sometimes you two have home dates, where you just cuddle and enjoy eachother company.

Lemon

Congratulations. You just won over Mash and captured Lemon's heart. This turn of event surprised everyone, like literally everyone, even Mash.

Lemon would act similar like she did while having crush on Mash. She would be so delulu and talk about how the two of you are engaged and all (in fact you aren't... for now).

She would randomly grab your arm and hug it. People got used to seeing you this way. The two of you walking through the corridor, you look like those couples who always stick close to eachother.

She gets easily jealous of other people you're close with, expect for Mash, Lance, Finn and Dot, since she knows they won't try anything with you. When she feels threatened by someone, she would get closer to you or (in most cases) panic.

She would definitely share Cupid Gummies with you. Like she would buy it and almost immediately run to you only to give you some. She thinks of it as a special bond between the two of you.

Lemon blush a lot around you, that's for sure. You get too close? With red as tomato face, she would slap you. She gets a little violent when nervous, it's the fact you have to accept. But who can blame her? She's so happy to have you around that she cannot control her actions.

She's like a ray of sunshine, which is why whenever you're sad, she will try to make you feel better. Sometimes when words won't help, she just sits next to you. She wants you to know she will be always here for you.

You would get a lucky charm from her. One reason is that to keep you safe, other is to have her close to you. While making a design she would try to match with your taste. Like when she made Mash creampuff plushie, she would make something similar.

Whenever she would have problems with spells, she would go to you. Perfect excuse to spend time together! In exchange, she would teach you theory you would have problem with.

As a girlfriend, Lemon is very sweet. She wouldn't have to find excuses just to spend time with you. You would be often seen together eating lunch or walkings around while holding hands.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Reader loves Ghost, but so shy to tell her feelings, at the same time he also has feelings for the reader but hesitates to talk. They just stare each other, all day long.

At that point Soap to Ghost: Just say that you like her!

Also to reader: Just say that you like him!

Matchmaker Soap, approved 👌🏻

Ayeee! Yes, I love this. Hope you enjoy this one🩷🙈

Soap, The Matchmaker

Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nervousness, fluff

"Lass, just tell him how you feel!” Soap pleaded with you. "You stare at the lad enough, surely you've got the confidence to tell him."

"Hell no. Johnny, he barely talks to me as is. I'd just end up embarrassing myself." You smiled sadly, waiving away your friends' attempts to have you confess.

"He doesn't talk to you, because he's nervous! Trust me, he likes you too." Soap was growing desperate.

"It's okay, Johnny. I'll settle with admiring him from afar." You gave the Scot a pat on his shoulder before making your way to the bar for another beer.

Johnny groaned audibly and let his eyes drift over to where his Lieutenant was standing. Ghost always had his eyes on you whenever you were around him. Johnny couldn't possibly understand how you couldn't tell he was interested in you. The man was your literal shadow.

He stood up abruptly, and made his way over to Simon, a cheeky grin forming on his lips. "Hey, L.T."

Simon regarded him carefully as he moved his gaze from you. "Soap."

"Don't think I don't catch you staring at her." He nudged Ghost playfully. "You should try talking to her, tell her how you feel."

"No clue what you're talking about Sargeant."

"Away and bile yer heid. You and I both know you're fond of the lass." Soap chided, narrowing his eyes at his masked friend. "She might be fond of you too, you know, just probably hasn't got the courage to tell ye because you're scary as shite."

Ghost only grunted in response but felt his cheeks heating from under his mask. It was true. He was fond of you and had been for a long time. The issue was that he wasn't used to these feelings and frankly didn't know how to act.

Truth was that you made him nervous. Anytime he was around you, he'd get butterflies in his belly, and his tongue became molasses, unable to get any words out. He felt like a damn school boy with a crush for the first time.

He looked over to Johnny, to find the mohawked man already smiling at him. "Fuck off, Johnny."

"Love you too. L.T." Soap chuckled.

By the end of the night, Soap realized his efforts were in vain. The two of you clearly showed no inclination to tell each other how you felt, and the Scot felt he'd be doomed to watch you two skirt around your feelings forever.

Little did he know, Simon was mustering up the courage to ask you if he could walk you back to base.

~

"Y/N." You heard your voice being called from behind you at the bar, and you turned your head.

"Lieutenant." Your cheeks turned a light pink, flustered under the masked man's heavy stare. "What can I do for you?"

"I was.. going to head back to base. Was wondering if you'd care to join me." Ghost's heart was beating rapidly, his palms sweating. He was so goddamned nervous.

Your smile from his words could've lit up the entire room, and Ghost could've sworn he felt his heart stop. "I'd love to, sir."

He gave a small nod, before offering his arm to you. You wrapped your hand around his bicep, and let him lead the way back to base.

The walk back to base was long, and was filled with a comfortable silence for the better part of it.

When you were about halfway to base, Simon had cleared his throat. "Nice night out here."

You giggled at his attempt for small talk, and nodded your head. "It is. I love when I can see the stars. Makes you feel so small."

He turned his head to you, a smile forming on his lips, unbeknownst to you. "My mum used to say that when I was younger. Said we are all like specks of dust when it comes to the size of the universe."

"Smart woman." You smiled.

"That she was." Simon nodded, coming to a stop, and turning to you. "Hey."

You stopped alongside him, turning to him with a bemused expression. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just.." Simon felt like he was going to pass out. He could feel a bead of sweat dripping from his head, and his hands started to shake. "Had something I wanted to tell you."

You gave him a soft smile, and nodded your head to encourage him to continue. "Okay."

"Y/N. I can't.. bloody hell.." He fumbled for words, his tongue becoming thick in his mouth. "I cannot get you out of my head. You're always there. And hell, it frustrates the shit out of me."

Your eyes widened, and took a step back from him. "Oh…I'm sorry." You didn't know what else to say.

Simon, seeing the alarm in your eyes, immediately continued. "Fuck, no no not like that. That came out wrong. God I'm not good at this." He rubbed the back of his head nervously.

And then it hit you. He was trying to confess that he liked you. Johnny was right all along.

Your lips upturned slightly, and you moved closer to him, placing a hand softly on his arm. "I.. I can't get you out of my head either, Simon. You seem to have a permanent spot up here." You pointed to your head with a smile.

Simon felt all the weight on his shoulders fall at your words, his eyes lighting up. He didn't know what to say next. This was beyond his area of expertise… God he wished Johnny were here to tell him-

His thoughts cut short, as he felt your fingers dance at the bottom of his balaclava. You looked up to him questioning if it was okay to continue.

He gave a short nod, and you started to slowly lift up the edge of his mask, stopping it just below his nose. You didn't want to overstep anymore than you felt you already had. You saw his lips curve upward before he slowly leaned down toward you.

You met him halfway, and pressed your lips to his. His lips were rough, and chapped, but the kiss was incredibly gentle. He sighed deeply against your lips, and his hands ghosted on your hips.

Pulling away, he gave you a cheeky smile, before pulling off the rest of his mask. You let out a small gasp, as your eyes trailed over his features.

He was prettier than you ever could have imagined. Even with the scars and marks, he was the most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on. "You're so handsome, Simon."

You reached a hand out and placed it on his cheek. He nestled his head into your palm slightly, placing a kiss to your wrist.

He leaned down once more to capture your lips in his, this time fully resting his hands on your hips. "Think I owe Johnny a drink for this one. Mate helped me out." He chuckled as he pulled away breathless. He grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

"Think we both do. Who would've thought. Soap, the matchmaker."

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A/N: Why do I want to write a smutty part two for everything😭😭😭😭😭

[hollowtones]

my month-late PAX West post (& a catalogue of some things I saw and did and bought in September / late August)

PAX West was very fun this year. It was my first ever PAX and it was my first convention at all in maybe a decade. Any excuse to see friends is a good one & I love hanging out with the RTVS crew whenever I have the time and money to travel. ^_^ I even got to see some friends I've never seen in person before!!! (Thank you to Jill and Evan for the "Petal Crash" pin & thank you to Taxi for stealing my name tag by accident.)

I am very shy, and I have very severe social anxiety that causes me a lot of problems in my day-to-day life, so I almost didn't go to the RTVS meetup. People there were very sweet, though, so I'm glad I did. It feels very heartening to have people come up to you and tell you what the things you've made have meant to them. It was very hard to not cry. LOL

If you stopped by to say hi, thank you very much. I've been thinking about it through all of September and smiling a lot about it. ^_^

The rest of this post is largely pics of things Puzz and I picked up for ourselves. (And a little bit of talking about some other things we did.) I thought it would be fun to catalogue them. I tend to be a little thrifty, so I got to splurge on my wife. LOL

These were mostly things we got for Puzz because I didn't want to worry about lugging things home in a suitcase. But she keeps telling me they're our things, which makes me smile every time I think about it. Some of the pins are for me. I'd like to put them on my backpack... Hopefully they don't fall off. Jackie and Dodogama are friends.

The "Chicory" bag is a bit of a funny story. Puzz and I saw the "Beastieball" booth in the corner of the indie section. Very fun demo. Very cute booth. They have cool merch! I thought I saw Lena Raine working the booth, and I got really shy & nervous about making a poor impression, so I just kind of hid behind my partner. (I wish I had said hi, in retrospect... but we live and we learn...) So we just kind of shuffle off to the merch desk and talk to a very nice man there while we pick up some things. I work up the guts to say that I really like these games and that they mean a lot to me!! The guy says, well thank you, that means a lot to me and the team. Wow! Real swell guy, I'm thinking to myself. A day or two later Puzz and I are out to lunch with some friends and I just suddenly go eyes wide & mouth agape because I put two and two together in my head and realize Oh holy shit that was Greg Lobanov wasn't it. LOL

Puzz found a cheap copy of "999: 9 Hours, 9 Persons, 9 Doors" for the DS at a retro game store's pop-up. They also had "A Bug's Life" for Game Boy Colour and a strategy guide for "Gex 3", both of which I wish I had picked up.

Mr. Basculin was a gift from Jake. Good news! Mr. Basculin is still alive.

This is all stuff that was given to me as gifts. (Aside from the con badges. They make you pay for those.) You've probably already seen the Bibi that Jake made me. "Chicken Run" was also from him. "Zapper" was from Puzz and the Gumby game (& the Bad Boe sticker) was from Scorpy. These games fuckin suck asshole!!!!!!!!! I'm obsessed with them & I'll cherish them forever. I also got a little rock and a human dog keychain.

I think Scorpy said a fan gave this to him at PAX East to pass to me eventually. I'm having a hard time reading the @ on it, but on the off-chance you see this: thank you so much. Every time I think about it I get a little teary-eyed. I want to get myself a little picture frame for it. (This is the first time someone's given me fanart like this before, and it made me very emotional. LOL)

Puzz and I only got 2-day passes for PAX, so we spent the rest of our time in Seattle hanging out with friends and seeing the sights. I don't feel like digging all the photos out right now, but we went to a really fucking nice jazz club (Dimitriou's Jazz Alley - great ambience, really good food, we saw Keiko Matsui live which was life-changing), we visited MoPOP (I hadn't been in years! It was alright! Puzz had some capital-t Thoughts about the whole place which was fun to listen to!), we rode the trains, I got a big bag of Dicks, we walked around downtown. There was this really nice coffee shop that I keep having dreams about, so I hope I can go back to Seattle soon. (Or at least eventually, next year.) Then we went to Portland for a day to say hi to a friend because the state was nearby.

Then we went back to Puzz's place in California. Then there was a major heatwave & a bunch of wildfires nearby... So we didn't have the chance to get out much in September. But that's okay. We've both been tired lately & I think we both badly needed some dedicated Not Doing Things time. It's just a shame that it was enforced by Dangerous Weather Conditions.

We got to visit some local friends and I got to try out more Bog-Standard Mediocre American Food. (Dunkin Donuts is just Tim Hortons. Olive Garden is kind of scary but the salad was really good and the breadsticks were fine. I had a middling hamburger from Jack In The Box tonight. Their milkshake was very good. I'm sure I'm forgetting others.) I went to a Macy's for the first time and the layout of the store made me have a panic attack. We went for nice walks and saw lots of nice critters and plants. I got to swim! I watched a mediocre PlayStation presentation! I turned 30 years old! Puzz took me to a very fancy and really nice Italian place for my birthday, in case you were worried that I was only eating garbage here. LOL

We got a lot of books.

Maybe too many. Also a Miles Davis vinyl for myself & some Gunpla as an early birthday gift for Puzz. And also the cookbook was a gift from family. But I'm very excited to tuck into more of these, hopefully soon. Some were for me and some were for Puzz but knowing us we're going to go "hey, I liked this one, you check it out" or "hey, I didn't like this one, but maybe you will" for a lot of them. I'm gonna start with "Annihilation" and the game essays book. ("House of Leaves" is a second copy for us, because my copy was originally Puzz's and I wanted them to be able to read it too.) I don't have room in my bags for much more than what I came here with, so we're gonna ship some of the books to each other when we're done reading.

It's been a very nice month... I feel very thankful to have a life full of love like this. I don't think I have anything else to add to this post! Thanks for reading.

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | general | wc: 2.1k | cw: none | tags: childhood friends, Eddie lives, fluff and tiny bit of angst | AO3)

Written for the @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is being willing to wait for them.

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

The boy Eddie met that day was sweet and a little shy, perhaps because he was so small for his age. He was a year younger than Eddie, only five, which was forever in Eddie's eyes. He felt responsible for the little boy somehow, so he walked up to him on the deserted playground to make sure he was okay.

"'Ello!" Eddie exclaimed, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, like he'd seen his daddy do all the time when they were in town. His dad called it part of the Munson charm, whatever that was, and Eddie wanted to be as cool as his dad. "I'm Eddie, who are you?"

The boy looked up at Eddie with big eyes and made no move to take Eddie's hand, so Eddie reached out and took the boy's hand in his own and shook it wildly.

"See, that's how you do it. And then you say your name. Let's try it again!" Eddie decided, still pumping the boy's hand. "I'm Eddie."

"Steve," the boy said with a slight lisp, and Eddie thought maybe he hadn't said his name earlier because he was afraid Eddie would make fun of him for it. The other kids made fun of him a lot, for a lot of reasons that Eddie didn't really understand. All he knew was that he didn't like it; it made him sad. Especially since none of the other kids would play with him, so he had to go on his adventures all alone, fighting the big dragon without a trusted knight at his side.

Perhaps Steve could be his knight.

"Will you help me slay the big dragon, Steve?" Eddie asked, suddenly excited at the prospect of finally having someone to play with. "He stole all our gold, so we have to slay him!"

He was still holding Steve's hand, but he dropped it as he began to imitate how they would fight the beast with their swords. "I'm a mage because my mom says every fairy tale needs a good fairy or a mage to help the hero defeat the villain. And you can be that hero, Steve! I'll help you with my magic," Eddie promised, his whole face breaking into a wide grin.

Steve giggled, but Eddie thought it wasn't like the other kids laughing at him. It sounded nice, like Steve was enjoying Eddie's antics. "What do you think, Sir Steve?"

Between bursts of pearly laughter, Steve eagerly agreed, but then paused to ask Eddie in a suddenly serious tone, "But why don't you wanna be the hero?"

"I'm no hero, Stevie! I'm a mage, didn't you hear me? I can do magic to help the hero, because only together can we defeat the beast." Eddie explained in an equally serious tone, because killing dragons was serious business.

"Okay," Steve agreed. "How do we fight a dragon? I never fought a dragon before."

Eddie explained his plans to Steve, and together they ran and climbed around the playground in search of the dragon. It was the most fun Eddie had had in a long time. Steve was the best hero ever; he listened to Eddie's ideas and had some surprisingly fun ones of his own. They forgot everything around them, caught up in a world of make-believe, until a woman's voice startled them out of their play.

"Steve! Steven, where are you? If your parents come home and you're not there, they'll fire me," the woman grumbled before shouting again. "Steve!"

Eddie looked at Steve questioningly as the voice came closer.

"That's Lucy, she's looking after me 'cause my parents don't have time," Steve explained in a low voice. "I have to go." He looked very sad when he said that and Eddie already missed his bright smile.

"That's okay, Stevie, we can kill the dragon tomorrow!"

That made Steve perk up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! I'll wait for you here tomorrow!"

"Thanks, Eddie!" Steve exclaimed, throwing his arms around Eddie in a tight hug before running off to find the woman.

The next day, Eddie was back at the playground as soon as he could get away from their house, telling his mama that he had finally made a friend and now they had to kill the dragon. "He's my hero, Mom, and I'm his mage, just like in the fairy tales!" He told her, and she hugged him tightly before making him and Steve two sandwiches, because "slaying dragons is hard work and makes you hungry'.

Steve wasn't there when Eddie arrived at the playground, so Eddie sat down on the swings and waited for his new friend.

He waited until the first signs of dawn reached the playground, and he had to eat both sandwiches because he was hungry, and drink all the water his mama had packed.

Eddie only left when it got dark, and he knew his mama would be worried. But he was back the next day, and the next. Every day for weeks, Eddie waited for Steve on the swing, always wondering why his new friend didn't want to play with him anymore.

Eddie never made a connection between his Stevie and King Steve. How could he, when King Steve was all aloof and arrogant, looking down on people like Eddie and walking the halls of Hawkins High with that haughty grin on his face. The boy wasn't his hero, and Eddie wouldn't dream of using his magic to help him.

Funnily enough, the first time Steve's sight sparked any kind of recognition in Eddie was when Eddie pinned him against a boathouse wall with a bottle against his neck. Stripped of his usual confidence by surprise and fear, Steve looked somehow... small. He sounded even smaller as he tried to reassure Eddie that he meant no harm, and the sound of his voice made something tingle at the back of Eddie's mind.

Steve was different than Eddie had expected, to say the least.

At times, he was snarky and bitchy. But not in the mean way he had been in high school. He was all bark and no bite. And he was good to Eddie's sheep, to all the kids, really. Like a big brother, a protector. A knight in shining armor who stood between them and danger.

And not just for the kids, for everyone.

Steve jumped into a dark, deep lake not knowing what awaited him; fought demonic bats with bare hands and teeth, losing more flesh than seemed healthy.

Steve was a hero, and later Eddie berated himself for not realizing it sooner, but hindsight is 20/20, and he only understood that Steve Harrington was indeed his Stevie when it was too late to do anything about it.

Eddie was almost sure when they stole the RV together, because the way Steve grinned at him just before they switched positions and Steve sped out of the trailer park reminded him so much of the sweet boy he once knew.

The boy he never really stopped waiting for.

When Steve asked Dustin and Eddie not to be cute, not to be heroes, he decided to test his theory.

"We're not heroes," he told Steve, and when Dustin said “you can be the hero, Steve” Eddie was watching his face for any sign of recognition. He could have sworn he saw a flicker of it in Steve's eyes. That was the moment he almost, almost asked outright.

Eddie even called out to him, the words on his tongue, "Why didn't you come back? I was waiting for you.' But in the end he decided against it. What use was there? They had bigger problems to deal with right now. He would ask Steve later, when it was all over. He would tell him that he had been waiting for him all this time and that he was glad that Steve had come back to him.

They would talk later.

Only later wouldn't come, Eddie realized as he tasted his own blood in his mouth and stared into Dustin's frightened, tearful eyes.

And then Steve was there, holding his hand, begging him, pleading with him to stay, not to die. Eddie couldn't promise him that, but he had promised him something else, and he wanted Steve to know that he had never broken that promise.

"I waited for you, Stevie. Every..." Eddie coughed wetly, more blood flooding his mouth, and he suppressed the grimace to keep smiling at Steve. "Every day. I knew you'd come back. Worth... the wait," Eddie whispered, his voice fading. Eddie was fading fast.

In the distance he heard Steve's voice begging him to stay, he needed his mage by his side, and the last thing he thought was that he was sorry he had to leave before he could see Steve slay their dragon, but he hoped his magic had helped enough.

The next time Eddie was able to think and feel, it was like waking up from the worst hangover ever. Everything hurt, even his hair.

Slowly opening his eyes to a thankfully dimly lit room, he winced at the sharp pain in his head. It made moving his head even more torturous, but Eddie had to know where he was. Looking around as much as he could, he realized several things.

He was in a hospital bed with monitors beeping softly beside him.

It was night, with only a small bedside lamp providing some light.

Steve Harrington was asleep next to him, his arms crossed on Eddie's bed and his head resting on them.

Eddie must have made some sort of noise at the sight, because at that moment Steve jumped to his feet, ready to fight or flight.

Then he looked at Eddie and a myriad of expressions played across his face. Most of them passed too quickly for Eddie to decipher, but he's sure he saw surprise and joy. Wonder, definitely, but maybe fear, too, though Eddie had no idea why Steve would be afraid of him.

"Steve," Eddie croaked, his throat like sandpaper. The sound of his name was enough to jolt Steve into action and he hurried over to Eddie's bedside table. Seconds later, a straw was held to his mouth and blessedly cool water filled his mouth and ran down his throat.

"Thank you," he told Steve when the cup was empty and he felt more like a human being again. A badly mangled human being, but he took what he could get. "What happened? Is everyone..."

"Vecna is dead. Everyone made it out alive." Eddie let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "That's all you need to know for now. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, okay? You should get some more rest. You... we almost lost you."

Steve looked shattered as he said this and Eddie finally noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Steve's hair worried him even more. It looked greasy and unkempt, worse than it had even looked in the Upside Down.

Eddie was afraid to ask, but he had to know. "How long..."

"Twenty days. They couldn't tell us when you'd wake up. If you'd wake up." His voice broke at the words, and Eddie tried to lift his hand to soothe and comfort, but it weighed a million pounds.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, Stevie," he said instead, hoping to ease Steve's pain with his words instead. But all it did was make Steve collapse, the bed the only thing breaking his fall. He was the one who reached for Eddie's hand then and held on to it like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm the one who kept you waiting for years. I never went back to that playground. My babysitter didn't want to take me anymore because I ran away, and she almost lost her job. And then it had been years before I was old enough to go by myself and I couldn't... the thought of going there and you not being there was too much. And why should you be? Nobody would wait that long."

The "not for me" rang out between them and Eddie gathered all his strength to pull Steve's hand to his mouth. As he planted a kiss on the soft skin of the back of his hand, Eddie said in a low voice, "I did ... I waited all this time for you. This playground became my hound, once a day I would stop by, just in case. I always hoped you would come back."

Now it was Steve's turn to take Eddie's hand in his and place it gently on his cheek, planting a soft kiss on Eddie's palm.

Caressing Steve's lips with his thumb, Eddie smiled at the sweet boy he had waited a lifetime for. His hero.

"We did it, Stevie. We slayed the dragon!"

Steve's pearly laugh echoed through the room, silenced only by Eddie's lips as he leaned down to capture them in a fairy-tale kiss.

[harrysfolklore]

birthdays with harry

this was inspired by @sirtommyholland’s four years of birthdays blurb ! one of my fave blurbs ever <3 i hope you like this

happy birthday harry, i love you

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

2011 - 17th birthday

"Happy birthday, dear Harry, happy birthday to you!"

Harry smiled as everyone around him sang, the room full of the people he loved: his mom, stepdad, sister, bandmates that he loved like his brothers, friends from school and the girl who he was head over heels for.

His best friend and now his girlfriend.

"Make a wish, bro!" Niall cheered and ruffled Harry's curls for a second.

"All of my wishes are coming true right now." Harry said and the entire room awed, making him blush before blowing his candles.

After the cake was cut and everyone spread around Harry's childhood home, he looked for his girlfriend, finding her in the kitchen helping his mum put away some dishes.

"YN, would you go out with me for a minute?" Harry asked, still shy to call her pet names in front of his mum even tho Anne was ecstatic over the fact that Harry was dating the girl she adored like a daughter.

"Sure, let me just finish up these dishes."

"Oh don´t worry about it sweetie, I can handle them myself." Anne told her with a small smile and motioned then to go.

Once they were outside and away from the chatter and laughter, Harry stood in front of her and grabbed her hands.

"You know, I'm so happy you agreed to be my girlfriend." Harry shyly told her, still new to the feeling.

"And I'm so happy you asked me to be your girlfriend." YN said with the same shy smile on her face.

"No matter how big the band becomes, you'll always be my number one girl, I'll never forget about you." Harry told her sincerely, knowing it was one of YN's biggest insecurities.

Harry was just turning 17, but he made a promise that would last forever.

2015 - 21st birthday

"This party is insane!" Niall said as they entered the club where Harry's birthday party was taking place, the room full of celebrities and close friends.

"Damn, Jeff really went all out with this," Harry held his girlfriend's hand, keeping her close, "Do you want me to get you a drink?"

"I'm not drinking tonight."

"Why? It's my birthday, baby." Harry grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles softly.

"Exactly, and I want you to enjoy it. So no drinking for me so you can go all out." YN kissed his cheek softly, his long hair getting in the way and tickling her face a bit.

"I don't even want to drink that much tonight darling, don't want to have a killer handover tomorrow."

However, that statement was thrown out the window as Harry chugged down his 7th tequila shot of the night.

"Baby! Come up here!" Harry yelled, standing on top of the bar with Jeff's arm around his shoulder.

"Harry, get down, how did you even climb up there?"

"Tequila gives me special powers!" He started jumping up and down and that was her cue to get him down the bar with Glenne's help.

"My love! I've missed you." Harry obnoxiously wrapped his arms around her in a hug, placing sloppy kisses on her neck.

"Harry, you're hammered!" YN grabbed his face to look at him, his eyes giving away his drunken state.

"I know!" he let out a loud laugh, "I have an idea!"

And before YN could stop him, the music was going down and he had a microphone on his hand.

"Hello! Hello! Can everybody hear me?" Harry said into the mic, making everyone turn to look at him, "Sorry to interrupt your partying, I just wanted to thank my amazing friend Jeff for throwing this party for me."

At the mention of his name, Jeff let out a whistle and cheer, making Harry laugh as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"And I would also love to thank my incredible, stunning, gorgeous girlfriend YN for... just being hot and charming," he drunkenly spoke into the mic again, making YN blush and hide her face in her hands, "You know, I'm going to propose that girl one day! I will!

The entire room erupted in cheers and claps, and years later, the drunken promise he made on his 21st birthday became true.

2019 - 25th birthday

"Happy birthday, baby." Her soft voice made its way to Harry's ears, waking him up from his slumber and instantly smiling at the feeling of her lips pressing kisses to his jaw.

"Thank you, my love." He mumbled sleepily, tightening his arms around her and dropping his head to lean his forehead against hers.

After YN gave Harry his "traditional birthday shag", they headed downstairs to cook some breakfast before starting Harry's big day.

"How do you feel about being 25?" YN said as she took out the ingredients to cook him some pancakes, "Any expectations for today?"

"I just know it'll be my best birthday yet," he smiled softly as he watched her move around the kitchen, "You know, my first birthday as an engaged man, soon to be husband."

YN couldn't help but smile at the sound of that, still not quite used to the fact that they would be husband and wife soon.

"Who would've thought my high school boyfriend would become my husband." YN turned around to face him, meting his soft green eyes instantly.

"I always knew it," he shrugged before continuing, "I knew you were the one for me from the moment I laid my eyes on you."

Getting closer to him, YN grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I love you so much, baby. Thank you for letting me spend another birthday with you." she kissed him again her smile mirroring Harry's when they pulled away.

"This is just the beginning of the rest of our lives, darling."

And as Harry stood in his kitchen with his fianceé wrapped around his arms, he knew his 25 was going to be one to remeber.

2023 - 29th birthday

Harry found himself in the same position he was during his 17th birthday, in a room full of people he loved while the sang happy birthday to him.

But he wasn't on his childhood home anymore, he was backstage in Acrisure Arena surrounded by his tour crew, bandmates, managers, family members and his beloved wife.

"Blow the candles and make a wish!" Sarah said after they were done singing to him, and the words naturally came out of Harry's mouth.

"All of my wishes are coming true right now."

"Awe! You're all grown up now mate." Jeff hugged Harry tightly, making everyone in the room look at them fondly.

"Okay Azoff, that's enough, I need to give him his present now." YN said as he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him out of the room.

"Make sure to be quiet! The walls are thin around here." Lambert joked making the group laugh, and YN only rolled her eyes and flashed her middle finger to him before they were out of the room.

"Sooo, you're going to give me my present now?" Harry teased as they walked down the corridor to his dressing room.

"Not that kind of present, you menace," YN turned to look at him quickly as she opened the door to his dressing room, "That one is the reserved for when we're alone in our hotel room."

"Don't tease me, baby. I have a show in two hours." Harry said with a serious tone, making YN laugh as she approached the tote bag where she was keeping his gift, taking the box out and placing it on his hands.

"Okay, open it." YN took a step back and clasped her hands together, her nerves kicking in.

"Told you you didn't need to get me anything," he said as he opened the box, not looking inside of it yet, "I would've been more than satisfied with a 29 minute long blowj-"

"Just look at it!" YN cut him off before he could finish his sentence, making him laugh and turn his gaze to the box in his hands.

And when he realized what was inside, he froze at his spot and his eyes got instantly tearful.

"YN wha-" he stopped himself as his voice began shaking, "Is this...? I mean are you...?"

"I'm pregnant, Harry." She simply said, smile wide on her face and tearful eyes that matched his.

"Fuck," Harry finally took the pregnancy test out of the box and gave it a proper look, noticing the unmistakable two lines that indicating that his wife was expecting his child, "Fuck YN, you're pregnant, we're going to be parents."

"We are, baby." YN couldn't keep her cool anymore as she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and making him wrap his around her waist, both of them letting out happy tears.

And in that moment, Harry knew that becoming a dad was the best way to end his twenties.

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[mlmxreader]

this post is for the faggots & only the faggots

women DNI, unless we're mutuals/friends, this isn't a post for you

minors DNI, this is an 18+ post.

Fallout 4 + Sex

includes: Gage, Preston Garvey, MacCready, Hancock, Valentine, Danse, Sturges, Mason (Pack alpha) & Old Longfellow.

all are done w male reader.

Gage

100% likes to have you bent over a surface when he fucks you, as long as you say you want him to; he especially likes it when you suggest that he should fuck you against a window for all the other raiders below to see. He loves how tight your ass is around him and he loves it when you lick his cock clean; he has a massive soft spot for seeing you masturbate, though. Watching your hand work your cock as those little moans of his name slip from your mouth as you beg him to join in or at least help you out.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll be there in a second."

Preston Garvey

While not massively kinky, Preston will admit that he likes the rush of outdoor sex; he likes to ride you and bite down on the skin of your neck to try and stifle his moans, hoping that no one hears and thinks that something's wrong. He loves the way you grip his hips as you thrust up into his ass, grunting out his name between gritted teeth in a vain attempt to keep quiet. Fuck, Preston would carry on forever if there wasn't yet another settlement that needed help. He has to admit, though, he's thought about having sex at the castle a lot and he does want to try it.

"Quiet, General, I think I hear someone coming."

R.J. MacCready

Do not let him fool you. MacCready fucking loves to tie you up, tease your cock until your eyes are filled with tears, make you beg for it - almost as much as he loves the slow, sensual nights with you riding him slowly. He'll fuck you anywhere you ask, as long as he's 100% certain there's no enemies nearby. His favourite is when you let him fuck you in the mornings; sloppy and slow, every stroke almost painstakingly gentle as you bury your face in the pillows and beg for him to cum in your ass. He loves it, he's not shy about admitting it, either.

"What's the matter, cowboy? You can't keep up?"

John Hancock

Get the Rad-X and Radaway, boys! Hancock can (and will) go all fucking day and night if you ask him to. He's got some reservations, like, he won't fuck you anywhere TOO risky mostly because he doesn't want to get you into trouble - bit otherwise? You just say the fucking word. And he's SO vocal, too, always moaning so loudly with his face buried in the mattress, your cock slamming into him as he grips the already torn sheets and just fucking begs for you to keep going. Hancock isn't fucking shy, either - he will ask you to fuck him whilst you're wearing the Silver Shroud armour. He will beg. Do the voice, too, and he'll be cumming before you even touch him.

"Aw, shit, sweetheart, is that for me?"

Nick Valentine

Classy, that's one word for it. Nick has a lot of old-world memories about pornography, and he isn't really all that keen on it. Sure, roleplay sounds fun - if you're down to be the guy delivering the extra sausage pizza, that is. But otherwise, Nick likes to take things slow; he's not exactly sure how much time he'll have before he needs to be repaired, so he wants to make the most of it. Whether you want to be top or bottom, he doesn't really care or mind - he'll take your cock just as happily as he'll fuck you in the ass. 100% has a consent kink, though, that man LOVES to hear you say how much you want it.

"And who said that this old bucket of gears and sprockets didn't have it in him anymore?"

Paladin Danse

Danse is very much the same in the bedroom as he is outside of it; he's collected, he's controlled, he's got a fat ass that he loves for you to bite and smack until it's raw and red and he's got tears in his eyes as he tells you to keep fucking going. Don't expect any less of Danse except for it to be a long, long session; he's so fucking good at taking your cock, you'll have cum 4 or 5 times once you're completely spent. He orders you around, telling you exactly how he wants you to fuck him, exactly what he wants you to do to him - like he's giving you fucking details for a mission. It's hot.

"Come on, soldier, you can fuck me better than that."

Sturges

He's good with technology, that's for absolute sure. He'll ask you to test out some new dildo he made and he fucking loves it every time; watching how you cum and beg for him to fuck you, kiss you, anything as you've got his new toy inside you. Fuck, even just thinking about it makes him hard; but he's never mean, much like Preston, he enjoys giving you a lot of praise and encouragement. The few times that you've let him use his toy on you and fuck you at the same time were always his favourite, though; watching how well you take his cock and the toy at the same time was fucking priceless.

"C'mon, baby, you're doin' so well for me already."

Mason (Alpha/Leader of The Pack)

Y'know the Nine Inch Nails song 'Closer'? Yeah, that sums up Mason, really. He's a kinky fuck. Constantly happy to let you ride him and cockwarm him while he's sat on that fucking throne of his; he'll fuck you anywhere you ask, and the guy has a HUGE kink for marking you up. You want him to bite? Scratch? Smack you around? He'll do it! You just have to say the word and he's fucking on it. He isn't shy about it, either, he's fucking possessive and he knows you like it by the way you get hard whenever he shows off. He's also more than happy to have you sit on his throne while he kneels between your legs and sucks you off; doing his best not to grin, knowing that no one can make you cum like he does.

"That's it, good boy, taking my cock so fucking well in front of everybody."

Old Longfellow

Rough. Longfellow is fucking rough with you. He won't bite or smack you, although he's quite happy to spank you if you ask, but he'll manhandle you and throw you around and if you ask him to. Outdoor sex by the sea is commonplace - if it's a nice day at his cabin, he'll fuck you outside. Doesn't care if he might get visitors. He does also like to make it last as much as he can, though, and often finds himself reminding you of how much he loves you - he doesn't want to say anything to you he might regret, so praise and little reminders are constant. If it gets too much, though, just say and he'll stop - grunting and growling and moaning in your ear instead.

"Not bad for a mainlander, are you? You almost take cock as well as an Islander."

[mrsriddles-blog]

Iris | M.R

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle X Slytherin Fem Reader

WC: 3.2k+

Warnings/Notes: Mild language, angst, fluff, slow burn, crappy dad…

Summary: In which you are Mattheo’s safe haven, the Iris in his life… 🌙

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't wanna go home right now

You sat in the Common Room, curled up in one of the oversized armchairs by the fireplace as you read. Mattheo sat on the sofa, trying to act as if he was working in his journal, but really he was focused on you.

He wasn't one to get shy or nervous, but around you he did. For the longest time, he was so careless and reckless, but then he happened to have noticed you. You were careful, and some would argue boring as you preferred playing it safe. It made some of your housemates question how your a Slytherin.

But, Mattheo noticed how you were caring and loving to those so important to you—and the first years. Typically, the first years are left to fend for themselves, but you always help them settle in and find theirselves a group of people.

You had easily fit into your guys' shared friend group, yet he found himself wanting more than a friendship with you. You were the light in his life, and for that he'd be forever thankful.

He was struggling before he had met you. He was getting angrier, getting into more fights, feeling more spiteful, drinking more and even smoking more. He was pushing all his friends away, until you. You brought him back. He found himself controlling his anger so he didn't scare you. He stopped fighting as much as he knew you hated it. He stopped drinking and smoking as much. He hadn't felt spiteful really since he met you. It was you had provided him with such tranquility—such heaven.

Yet, he couldn't ever admit his feelings to you. He was too scared to. He was scared he'd lose you and he didn't want that. He wanted you in his life someway, somehow. If that was by being friends, he was content with that.

You yawn and he knew you'd be going to bed soon which meant he too would go to bed soon. He was only up because he saw you were the only person in the Common Room. He originally felt bold and was going to express his feelings, but he found himself backing out and cursing himself for being a chickenshit.

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

When sooner or later it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight

Mattheo found himself awake from nightmares, so here he was sitting in the Common Room at two in the morning.  He hadn't had a nightmare in so long and it irked him so much that they had begun once more. He was so upset and he found himself crying, so he left so he wouldn't wake up his roommates.

He was sure they wouldn't care and that they'd be concerned, but he didn't want that. He was already embarrassed that he was having nightmares again. He felt like a little kid.

He tenses, hearing footsteps towards the Common Room and he glances over to see you stumble in. He was quick to look at the fireplace, wiping his face of any traces that he'd cried earlier.

"Matty? What are you doing up?" You mumble sleepily as you stumble towards the couch.

"Dunno'." He mumbles, internally cursing himself for pushing you away now.

"Are you okay?" You mumble.

"I just...want to be alone right now." He says, sighing after he realized how douchey that sounded.

You were more awake now, trying to get a grasp on this moment. Mattheo was hot and cold in moment. Typically hot with you, but right now he was being cold which was strange. You noticed he looked upset and you frowned. You move over to the couch he was sitting on. You place a hand on his arm and frown as he tenses.

"Oh Matty, you don't got to talk about it. I get it, but I can tell you most definitely don't want to be alone right now. You don't have to put that facade up for me. Here, lay down." You say, patting your lap.

He stared at you in bewilderment. How was it you weren't intimidated and scared when he got cold with people? You weren't even fazed aside from being more caring and concerned. But, you didn't pry. You simply wanted to provide comfort. You understood that he didn't want to bare his soul open to the world right now, you understood he felt misunderstood and broken. He moves, laying his head on your lap.

You toss a blanket over his lower half before you run your fingers through his hair. You hum softly, smiling as he relaxes and he soon was falling asleep. You followed not long after.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Mattheo knew he had been awkward with you in the morning upon waking up with his head on your lap, your fingers still in his hair. You didn't seemed bother, or if you were, you kept it hidden.

He was currently seeking you out during your guys' free period to apologize. He knew he was in a strange headspace last night and he felt as if he put a lot on you.

He found you sitting under the tree you all tended to occupy with your friends. Thankfully, your guys' friend group had some studying to do in the library. He sits next to you and you look up from your book before closing it as you smile at him.

"Hey, Matty." You say softly.

"Hey...I wanted to apologize for last night. I know I was a bit rude to you and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry if I put you in a weird position." He says.

"Matty, you don't need to apologize. It's okay! I don't know what's going on and you don't have to tell me. I just hope that whatever it is, it gets better. If you decide if you want to talk about it, I'm always here. There's no shame in talking about your feelings, Matty. I know you don't believe that, but it can be a good thing to talk time to time." You say, smiling encouragingly and softly.

"Can I tell you something?" He blurts.

"Anything." You murmur.

"I've had nightmares since I was a kid because my father. I haven't had them since second year until last night. So...I was upset and I was embarrassed. I'm sorry." He blurts, how cheeks flushing red in embarrassment and frustration.

"Matty, don't apologize. It's okay. I'm sorry you had a nightmare. It's nothing to be embarrassed about though. I have some too still...I've got a really crappy dad and use to...I'd have my mom to hum. Her humming always calmed me down and made me feel safe. But, she passed and then I was alone...it was just my dad and me." You say, smiling sadly at Mattheo who stared at you in surprise.

"I never knew that." He says.

"I don't talk about it a lot. I don't think I've told anyone that since transferring here believe it or not. I just...I don't know...I don't want to be pitied. I want to be seen for me, not that I have a crappy homelife." You explain. 

"All those fights I use to get into...it was to make me know that I was in fact alive. For such a long time, I just felt like my world was black and white. Fighting made me feel adrenaline and this rush and then my getting hurt...it all made me feel alive." He admits.

"Oh Matty, if you ever feel like that...like you need a moment to know you're alive, come to me. I'll show you." You murmur.

"I've been feeling that for awhile, Y/n/n. I don't think you can do anything." He says sadly, looking off into the distance.

You gently nudge him with your elbow and he looks at you. You bite your lip nervously before looking at his lips. You lean forward slowly, glancing up unsure only to see his eyes on your lips which encouraged you. You close your eyes, your lips moving softly against his.

And you were right.

His heart sped up, as a rush went through him. He kissed you back, his hands settling on your hips as he pulled you onto his lap. You pull away slowly, looking at his with a shy smile, flushed cheeks and blown pupils.

"Fuck me, I hate it when you're right." He says, chuckling as you laugh softly.

"In case that didn't tell you how I felt, I like you, Matty. A lot. I see you more than you know and I want to be able to love every piece of you. The good and the bad." You murmur.

He leans forward, kissing you again as he tried to express his own feelings. You smile into the kiss, understanding exactly what he was saying.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive

Word spread like a wildfire of Mattheo and your relationship and even three months later, it was still the big news.

Mattheo stood outside the Great Hall, nervously pacing with the big bouquet of purple flowers. There were a little this and that in there, but mostly irises. He learnt in Herbology that irises meant hope, faith, courage, and wisdom. Once the two of you began to officially date, he told you that you were his hope.

He walks in, seeing you dressed in a white sweater dress, laughing amongst your shared group of friends. Pansy sees Mattheo first and grins which catches the rest of the groups attention. You turn back just as he got about two or three steps from the table. Your jaw goes slack as your eyes water slightly.

"Happy three months, love." He says, nervously, handing you the bouquet.

"Thank you Matty, these are beautiful! Oh, look at these irises. They are so beautiful!" You say softly, looking at the different assortment.

He smiles, taking a seat next to you as he finds himself feeling much more relieved that you loved them. You lean over, kissing his cheek as you smile softly at him.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

You were nervously playing with your hands, your father sat across from you in the limo he owned. You were going to the Christmas's Ball hosted by the Malfoy's, but you were going to be meeting your boyfriend's father for the first time. Which meant your own father was as well.

"Stop that." He snaps.

"H-Huh?" You mumble confused before facing a sharp smack.

You stare out the window for the rest of the ride with watery eyes. You were more than happy to get out of the limo, but you unfortunately had to walk in with your father.

"Don't you go straying off, we are meeting your boyfriend's father." He snaps, grabbing your upper arm in a tight grip.

Your friend group had turned when you had walked in due to Mattheo's surprised look. You were dressed in a gorgeous dark green gown the hugged your upper body and was flowy in the skirt. You hair was done perfectly along with your makeup.

But, they noticed about the same time as Mattheo was the big ugly bruise on your cheek and the way your father grabbed your arm.

"F-Father, d-do we even know where he's at?" You ask.

"Shut up, can't you ever just shut up?" He snaps harshly at you, walking down a corridor.

Mattheo was following which made your father turn as he heard footsteps.

"Excuse me sir, I can take you to my father. Hey love, you look beautiful." He says, trying to give you a small smile.

You could see he was furious and you shake your head sadly. Your father didn't loosen his grip on you, but he agreed to follow Mattheo who led you both up a flight of stairs.

You reach a sitting room and you see his father in an arm chair. You had heard rumors that he had a spell made to reverse the affects of the horcruxes, but you didn't believe it until now. The man looked to be in his early twenties, with sharp features, a lanky yet toned build, and cold eyes.

"Mr. Y/L/N, I presume." He says.

"Yes." He says curtly.

"I'm Voldemort. Pleased to meet you...and Y/n, I've heard so much about you." He says, smiling coldly at your father before smiling softly at you.

"It's nice to meet you, sir." You murmur, trying to keep your face at an angle without it being noticed so he didn't notice the bruise.

He holds his hand out and you didn't miss how his eyes lingered on your father's hold on your arm. You gently pulled at your arm which allowed it to be released as you took his hand. You were appalled when he kissed your hand, before he focused on the red angry mark on your arm that was starting to bruise.

He murmurs a spell and watches it heal before turning your face toward Mattheo and healing the bruise on your cheek. You look back at Voldemort.

"Thank you." You murmur.

"Of course. Go enjoy the party with Mattheo. Your father and I...we are going to chat for a while. Please do save me a dance." He says.

"Of course, sir. Thank you again." You murmur.

Mattheo holds his arm out to you and you smile softly at him as you link your arm with his. Unaware of his father's eyes watching you both as Mattheo opens the door letting you walk through first with him following close behind. He smiles slightly, admiring how far his son had grown.

"Are you okay?" Mattheo murmurs.

"I'm fine. He was actually in a much better mood than I expected." You admit as you walk down the stairs with Mattheo.

"That's him in a better mood?" Mattheo asks, his own anxiety spiking as he fears what a bad mood is like with you near him.

"Yeah, probably one of the best I've ever seen him in, oddly enough. Your father was...nice. I was expecting him to hate me, respectfully." You say.

"He's been different since the spell reversed his looks and negative affects he faced. He's even been a better father dare I say. It's been...strange. He did seem to really like you. I just...I worry about your father." He admits.

Your eyes widen as you look at him.

"I don't think he'll kill him. Worst is that he’ll hex him and maybe threaten him about hurting you. That really set him off. He genuinely was excited to meet your father, but his mood shifted when he saw how your father was treating you." He explains.

"I just want to enjoy the night with you, Matty." You whisper.

"Would you do me the honor and dancing with me, love?" He asks.

"Of course." You say, smiling widely at him.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

You knew Mattheo was having a rough day. It was the anniversary of his mother's death and he was having a hard day coping.

Oddly enough, his father owled you and told you some things about Mattheo's mother and some things that may cheer him up. You owled him a letter back in thanks and wished him well.

You roped Theodore and Enzo in with helping set a few things up. You walked to the boys' dorm to see that they must've all left Mattheo to be alone. He was staring up at the ceiling.

"Love, I think I want to be alone." He mumbles.

"I love you and respect you, but let me be here, okay?" You murmur, climbing onto his bed.

He genuinely felt better as you wrapped your arms around him, allowing him to shift to be the little spoon as you managed to be the big spoon. You rest your chin on his shoulder as you squeeze him tightly.

"You're gonna kill me, love." He mumbles, managing a small smile.

"I just love you so much. I'm sorry." You whisper, kissing his cheek.

He hums, pushing himself back further into your embrace. You held him until he was ready to go to breakfast where he didn't necessarily want to talk or eat, just a change of scenery. You managed to get him to eat some food and drink his juice—-and even a few smiles out of him.

You took him to the courtyard, reading his favorite book to him while playing with his hair. His eyes were closed as he half-listened to you and half-thought of how grateful he was for you.

Around dinner time, he followed you with confusion to the Astronomy Tower. You had set up dinner here and planned to watch the starts with him as he and his mother use to when he was a child. You made sure to get his favorite snacks and even a few of his mothers.

"Love...what is all this." He whispers.

"Your father owled me and told me today is always a particularly rough day for you. I had already planned on spending the day with you, reading and cuddling...but he gave me a few other ideas. He told me your mom and you would watch the stars so I thought if you were up to it that we could watch them together. And he told me some other favorite foods and snacks of yours...along with a few of your mothers. I understand if this is a lot. We can go to dinner and I bet Teddy and Enzo wouldn't mind cleaning this up." You ramble, suddenly doubting yourself as you looked anywhere, but him.

"Love...thank you." He admits, his voice cracking as he pulls you into a soft kiss.

Your heart broke for the boy you loved so dearly. He was so heartbroken of the loss of his mother. He didn't deserve this.

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

"You father seriously doesn't mind me spending the summer with you guys?" You ask for what felt like the hundredth time to Mattheo.

"He's ecstatic to have you over, love. He's got the whole summer planned with fun activities." He sighs, giving you a pointed look.

"I'm sorry! I'm just nervous! Gosh." You pout.

"I love you." He murmurs, giving your lips a pec.

"Hey, not long enough mister." You pout.

He grins before leaning back in to kiss you softly in which you reciprocated as you couldn't help, but smiling into the kiss.

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

[2-fast-2-curious]

Motorsport Audio Masterlist Leclerc - Ocon

Albon-Lawson

Perez-Zhou

Male Listener Audios

Arthur Leclerc

[M4F] Fantasizing about you kinda

Charles Leclerc

Perfect Pussy

The Ask for Shy Girls (Tell Me)

[M4F] Date Night

[M4F] Cumming twice again

Melt

Melt 2

Sit Down And Look At me

Little tutorial of hookup and dirty talking in French

[M4F] Can't Take It Any Longer - Bilingual Ramblefap

[M4F] I Need You

[M4F] Time For A Talk, Little Girl

[M4F] Happy Birthday Daddy

[M4F] Baby Making

[M] Listen to me Edge

[M4F] I'm Sorry Mommy

[M4F] Hey There, I'm Here

Dirty french lesson

I've been told that my voice can be sexy...

[M4F] Ride my thigh like a good girl

[M4F] Insieme finalmente

Kevin Magnussen

[M4F] unintentional morning breeding

[M4F] I guess being trapped in IKEA is not so bad when it's with you

[M4F] I’d love to take you here, in the park

[M4F] Bare en lille smule burde være okay, ikke?

[M4M] Anal in the Night

[M4F] Your morning alarm is set to breeding

[M4F] we can stay in bed all day, as long as you don't cum

Marc Marquez

[M4F] Stargazing Crush

Lando Norris

[M4F] "catching" you masturbating

[M4F] Sunday Morning Snugglefuck

[M4F] Oh you're in a mood? I'll deal with that 

[Spanking] [Bratty] [MDOM] [Part 1 of 2]

[Blowjob] [Namecalling] [Light Choking] [Creampie] [Part 2 of 2]

Your Ex Crashes Your Date

[M4F] Long Weekend Lovers

[M4F] Mommy's special good boy

Getting Fucked By Your Boyfriend While He Games With His Friends

[M4F] The Sicilian Defense

[M4F] Sundress season, right?

[M4F] Your Brothers Best Friend Drives you home

Shy Bookwork Gets Caught

Shy Bookworm Gets Caught - Part 2

[M4F][M4A] Only Moans 

[M4F] Period Comfort for Girlfriend

[M4F] Taking care of you during a powercut NSFW

[M4F] Arranged

[Part 2]

[M4F] Destressing after the Christmas party

[M4F] I'm Closer to Home Than Your Boyfriend

[M4F] I Need you back, my wife

[M4F] You broke-up with him again?

[M4F] Forever Again

[M4F] Ex Marks the Spot

Letting Mommy Take Care of My Morning Wood [M4F]

[M4F] Your Older Brother's Best Friend

[M4F] Your Streamer-Gamer Boyfriend Has Missed You

[M4F] Please let me worship your pussy

Clement Novalak

[M4F] [Script Fill] You Can Have Your Cake and Fuck Me Too

Pato O’Ward

[M4F][Improv] Just a uno game

Esteban Ocon

[M4F] Using coachsurfing/AirBnB to visit France

Bébé… you know I can’t say no to you

I dreamt of you

[M4F] I’ll Show You Mine

[M4F] A Ritual Into the woods

[M4F] [Script Fill] You Think You're Slick; French Professor Giving English Class

[M4F] French Daddy has an EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT for his little slut

[M4F] Your Partner Loves Your Bikini Body

[konigsluvr]

SWEET 『cigarettes after sex』

MASTERLIST

popular girl x quiet nerd simon

warnings: kissing, horny and simp simon, cuming untouched. And sweetness ♡

cute little series I'm starting. I hope you like this as much as I do. Enjoy and leave any comments on where I can improve, but please be nice, I'm sensitive 💋 this isn't proofread as its currently just past midnight and I'm sleepy and don't want to overthink about posting this. xxx

『★』

Simon thought you didn't notice him staring at you all year. You're popular and he's... a nerd. The amount of picking on you would endure if you did anything with him... you didn't want to think about it.

Yet you couldn't help but smile at your Math teacher as he assigned Simon - the top of the class - to help you with your studies.

Here's the catch, you act dumb and stupid to fit in with your friend group when in reality, whenever there's a test, you never fail to achieve the A+.

"You won't be disappointed," you respond, heading out of class to see it empty.

None of your friends waited for you after class but you brush that aside, looking around for Simon. A minute later, you find him by his locker, taking all of his books and transferring them into his bag.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the school day. "Hi Simon," your sweet voice rang out.

He jumps, dropping his bag, his books scattering on a pile at your feet. He stumbles over his words, eyes wondering over your gorgeous face. His mind was reeling at the fact you knew his name?!

"I... uhh..." he clears his throat, gathering himself. His crush, his godamn crush since forever, is talking to him. Him. "Everything okay?" His voice steadies out, playing it cool.

Your lips quirk, not realising his voice was so deep. You have to look up, yourself standing at 5'5 and him standing at 6'2. You're both 17, so there's still growing to occur.

"Yes, everything's good," you speak, unable to stop your gaze to trailing to his arms. Its so obvious he works hard at the gym. "Mr Barnes assigned you as my study partner."

His eyes widen slightly, taken aback. "Me and... you. Study partners?" He speaks slowly.

He sees your eyebrows furrow. Fuck sake, idiot, he curses in his mind, being an asshole isn't the way to go.

"Um, yeah, for Maths. My grades have dropped so..." You trail off. Does he not like you? You were so sure. He's always glancing at you.

His pause makes you reinforce the idea he's never liked you. "I'll get a new partner," you speak, beginning to step away.

He grabs your wrist, and your eyes snap to his. God, your eyes and politeness... is he still grabbing you? He is! Fuck! Think, think, think!

"Tomorrow after school?" He questions, way too nervous. He bets you can feel his hand shaking. "Your place?" Too bold, Simon.

But you smile, warm, lovely. "Sure, meet here after the last period?" Your unable to tear your gaze from his stunning chocolate eyes, so attentive and aware.

He finally let's go of your hand, relief filling him. He nods, feeling much too shy to speak.

You return the smile and walk by him. As you walk to the main doors, you turn and wave goodbye, and he is already looking at you. You see his lips form a small grin and wave back subtly.

『★』

"Today was so boring," you huff out to Simom as he sits in the passenger. He sits too still, scared to make the wrong move in case you would call off this whole thing.

You find it funny he didn't respond. So you ask a question as you turn out of the car park and drive to your house, which is fifteen minutes away. "How was your day?"

He takes a few moments to reply, "good," his deep voice speaks. You wait for him to elaborate but he doesn't. The truth his, his day has been terrible but his mood is ecstatic (on the inside) about being with you.

Fifteen whole minutes, he had to sit there and pretend he didn't care. Staying silent like a complete douchbag. The smell of your perfume, your pretty outfit - a black jumper, faded blue jeans, Converse, pretty earrings, hair, and makeup. Just you simply being next to him made him hard, his mind running wild.

No, no, no, no. He needs to respect you. He's 17, not a little boy. He is a virgin after all, you definitely were not. The amount of stupid boys that took your attention will never deserve you in all the lifetimes. He's stronger, more respectful, just so, so much better for you. He noticed your smile was strained and he wanted to punch every asshole that made you like that. He covers his crotch with his hands, hoping you don't notice his hand placement.

He's so wrapped up in his own thoughts that you opening your car door and exiting snaps him out of it. He ushers out, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he takes in your families property. A simple, modern but classy home. Adorable. His gaze quickly returns to you, pausing as he sees your looking at him already.

"You work out?" You question, noticing he's wearing a black sleeved long sleeved gym shirt. He wore it just for you. It shows off his muscles perfectly.

"Six days a week," he speaks, trying to show off a little. Douche, again. But you smile and he smiles back.

"I do pilates sometimes," you reply, walking up to your front door. Pilates, Simon thinks of you doing the workout, so feminine and simple.

You both enter and you close the door behind you both. "Would you like a drink?" You ask innocently, looking up at him. You knew you were standing too close.

He swallows thickly, his gaze glancing down to your lips for a sweet second. He got even harder. For fuck sake, Simon. Answer the damned question! "Water would be nice, thanks."

You nod. "My room is upstairs, down the hall to the right," you speak, turning and walking to the kitchen.

He stands there silent for a few moments, watching your body sway. He shakes his head. Stop it now, he thinks. He walks up the stairs as he takes in everything about his small journey. At the end of the hallway, there's a picture of younger you.

He always knew you were an only child, makes sense how much you're put together with your parents attention focused on one child. He can't help but smile, seeing how cute you are. You must've been around 5 or 6 he's guessing, your eyes still the same sweetness.

He enters your room and sits on the edge of your bed, looking around once again. Clean, tidy, and... pink. Lots of light pink and white everywhere. Now he knows what your favourite colours are. Bingo.

He hears your soft footsteps coming up. He takes a quick breath, needing to calm his nerves desperately. Just your presence has him all giddy. You enter the room and close the door behind you.

"Here you are," you talk softly, handing him his water. You sit further up on your bed so you're in the middle of it. He thinks for a moment, copying you timidly. You face him. "I hope you like popcorn."

He nods, looking down, noticing you have a bowl of popcorn. Now he knows your favourite snack. Bingo, again!

You relax for a little while, scrolling on your phone as you chew on some popcorn while Simon takes sips of his drink here and there.

You come off your phone and hear your mother coming into your room. You have no time to prepare yourself or to even warn Simon, but he's already looking at her.

"Hi sweet girl!" Your mother exclaims happily, entering the room, hands on her hips. "How was school-" she cuts herself off, finally noticing Simon. She grins. "And who is this handsome boy?"

"Mom!" You scold, stepping off your bed, ready to usher her out, but she pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek. You turn back at Simon, and he's gazing with a gentle expression, happy to see you and your mother's bond. "His name is Simon," you respond, pulling out of the hug.

Simon feels a slight blush form on his cheeks, shy once more. Your mom stops gazing at him too fondly for your liking and whispers in your ear, "he's a sweet one, I can tell."

You smile at her and glance back at Simon. "He's helping me with Math," you reveal.

Your mother's face brightens. "That's amazing, honey! Anyways, I'll leave you two to it, don't forget to lock the door-"

"Mom," you scold firmly this time. You love her dearly and you know she can tell that you like Simon.

She winks at you and leaves. You close the door and lock it. Simons muscles tense. You locked it? He doesn't want to think any further but he can see a blush on your face too.

『★』

Two hours. Two whole hours, Simon has spent one on one, simply inches away from each other. He easily covers his straining cock by having the popcorn bowl in front of it. He holds back jolts when you reach your hand for a snack.

You spent half the time looking at him and the other half wondering how his voice is so matured and dreamy. You did all the questions from your homework book and you played dumb on a few so he could lean in and explain it.

Simon grew comfortable in your presence. You are warm, soft and gentle. Everything he loves is you.

The thing he didn't expect at all was when you kissed him. You fucking kissed him. You and him! Kissing! He was explaining the most boring equation of all, leaning in more close, taking the pencil from your hand, your hands brushing together. He talks and continues talking when you catch gazes, noses nearly touching.

He wasn't sure whether Math turned you on? Or having someone tell you what to do? He was completely at loss, but once your lips touched his, the gates of heaven opened. You tasted of strawberries, sweet and addictive.

It was such a brief kiss, lasting a few seconds at most. His jaw goes slack afterwards. It was just a kiss, you don't want anything else. Maybe your thanking him for helping you? Both your hands stayed down at your lap, same with his. He's afraid if he touched you, he would never let go.

Should he confess? You've been staring dumbly at each other for about 30 seconds now.

"You're getting the hang of everything," he whispered smoothly. You sigh, feeling yourself growing wet. He was so good-looking and kind, too kind. He was huge, height and muscle wise, but his hands were so gentle.

In the moment, you place the popcorn on your beside table and climb on his lap. His eyes blow wide open as you take his face and lock your lips together once more. He moans into the kiss, making you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

He opens his legs, hands hesitantly holding onto your waist. Should he push you away or hold you closer? You deserved so much better than him. He's never kissed anyone before, and he's probably doing horrible. But he picks option two, he pulls you closer, fingertips pawing at your waist. He was right, warm, and soft.

You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, poking your tongue into his mouth, and he let's you, opening his lips, getting drunk off your taste. You sigh into the kiss. He's really good. You wonder how many girls he's been with, jealousy plaguing your mind.

You grind down on him, hips moving back and forth, needy to calm down your pulsing clit. He was rock solid. You swallow up his strangled moan, hips bucking up into yours like a pathetic mess.

Your hands move behind you, taking his hands and placing them on your asscheeks. He squeezes, becoming lost in everything you're doing. He wants to be in your mind, what are you thinking right now?

He pulls away and you look at him confused. His expression was pure pleasure. "Shit, no- fuck-" he groans, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

"What's wrong?" You speak softly, stroking his hair. Due to you leaning more down, your clothed pussy was right against him. He felt his stomach tighten, pleasure rippling through his body. Don't cum, don't you fucking dare, Simon. If you speak once more with that honey voice of yours he's done for.

"Simon?" You whisper, hearing his breathing come out in quick pants. He whines into your shoulder, and you stare at your wall, completely confused. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you down onto him as he jerks his hips up a few times, riding out his pleasure.

"Are you..." you pause, thinking about the situation. You saw he was hard, it was obvious with the grey sweatpants he was wearing. But did he seriously just cum under a minute of kissing?

You wait until his breathing goes normal, his body relaxing. You try to get up off him, but he holds onto you tightly.

"I'm sorry," he speaks, the most embarrassed he's ever been. He's made you uncomfortable. He knows it. A disgusting pervert, that's what he is. He pulls his head from your neck, missing the smell of you. He looks up at you half-lidded.

Your hands stroke his cheeks. You grin. "Did you cum?" You speak gently.

He swallows, wanting to look away, blushing furiously. "...yes."

"Don't think you weren't so sneaky with the popcorn bowl," you respond, laughing as you watch his reaction to you catching him out.

He groans, resting his head against yours. He's dreading at the thought of letting you go. The prettiest, sweetest girl ever. So soft and warm, he thinks, sighing.

You laugh, making his head snap up at the sound. "Thank you."

He wants to throw himself off a cliff. He said that out loud. For the love of-

"I take care if my skin," you respond, cupping his face, "all over."

He feels himself grow hard again and that's when he can't be close to you anymore. Crossing boundaries is something he doesn't do, especially around you.

You yelp as he lifts you off him, not a muscle straining, carrying you like your as light as a feather. He places you on the bed and he stands up, covering the dark patch on the crotch of his sweatpants.

You giggle, covering your mouth. "I can give you a t-shirt of mine to cover up."

He nods. "Thanks."

You get up, grabbing a random t-shirt and handing it to him. You gaze up at him, tilting your head. He didn't understand how you were looking at him so happily, he was an asshole to you and was disrespectful-

"Would you like a ride?" You question.

He allows his eyes to admire you for a while before responding. "It's okay, my house is just five minutes away."

"It is?" You question, your smile widening.

He swallows. Damn you, you're teasing him. "See you tomorrow," he grumbles, walking to your door.

"Wait!" You exclaim, grabbing his book bag and handing it to him. You lean up, holding the back of his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

His right hand itches forward to hold you, but he stops himself. No, you've already taken enough from her. What have you given her? The fucking creeps.

He simply nods, keeping his feelings to himself and walks down the hall. It takes every cell in his body to not look back at your face. He can feel your gaze trailing on him.

"Thanks for letting me stay," he thanks your mother, giving her a nod. But she squeals, hugging him close.

"My little love likes you, I can tell," she speaks hushed, not wanting you to hear. Don't give him hope, don't. His mind still races, even your mom can see it, your gaze with more shine as you look at Simon.

He nods again, brain running a million miles an hour to even form a sentence. He walks away from the kitchen and leaves through the door. He closes it behind him and walks down the drive.

He waits until he's completely off the property before grinning and laughing, all while holding your t-shirt to his crotch. The street is quiet, not a soul around. He walks away, an extra leap in his step, happiness fulfilling him.

All in one day, you met up with him, you drove him to your house, you studied in your room, you kissed and he... he cringed hard, not wanting to think about it. You had him wrapped around your finger. He keeps smiling, though. Next Thursday, he'll be with you again.

『★』

EEEEK SO CUTE!!

Guys, Simon is NOT a perv!! I just wanted to include his conflicted thoughts because he loves her so much and doesn't want to make her uncomfortable 🤧. I'm not sure how many parts I'm hoping on doing, mayyyyybe 4... or 5... 😙. For you smut girlies, yes, there WILL be smut in upcoming parts and I hope my writing will be up to your expectations. Have a lovely day💗

Also!! Please note I am not trying to sexualise the characters at all, they will be turning 18 soon and it isn't a shock to anyone that they are doing these kinds of this at 17🤭

[pandorasprongs]

EPILOGUE | you and me, always and forever.

'it's nice to have a friend' masterlist + playlist | previous chapter

PAIRING: jamie tartt x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

SUMMARY: jamie and reader go to liv's wedding and after, jamie has a magical moment of his own prepared.

WARNINGS: language

A/N: and welcome to the final chapter and epilogue of inthaf! i can't thank you all enough for reading and enjoying this story, and joining me on this ride. from the title and summary, i think you can tell what's going to happen and i hope you enjoy their happy ending!

"Marry me today, so you can get double the gifts!" Jamie proposed enthusiastically, but you shook your head profusely. Not because you thought it was a bad idea — you two were always trying to come up with ways to get more presents, — but because you knew you were both too young to get married.

Jamie, both disappointed by you turning down his proposal and the idea of more gifts, stands up from where the two of you were seated in the backyard and starts marching back inside the house with purpose. "I'll ask Auntie then if she'll let me marry you!"

"Jamie, you're such a dork! Hold on!" You chased after him.

"Oh, honey it was so sweet and so cute! He was so shy about it, too, you know. And I know you didn't like it when I mentioned it, and you were blushing so much even if you said you didn't want to marry Jamie! Oh, if they could see you two now, on the way to a real proposal this time..." 

Your mom trails off at the end, after going on a whole recap of the first time Jamie proposed to you (four more instances followed, each one getting less and less serious as you two got older).

"Mom, I'm glad you're happy that Jamie and I are together and I know you've been wanting grandkids, but please slow down. It hasn't even been a year!" You remind her, plopping down on your couch in exasperation. 

You're not really sure either how you and your mom got to the topic of marriage. You called her to ask about their travel details since they were coming to visit in a few weeks and you mentioned brownies once, which led your mom down a slippery train of thought.

Your mom sighs into the phone, "Oh sweetheart, you know you and Jamie's relationship has been a long time coming. That boy has loved you since you were kids! I'm surprised he's even waited eight months at this point before popping the question. I mean, don't you want to marry him?"

"Of course, I do!" You answer a lot faster than you intended, so you take a moment before continuing. "It's just that I don't want you to get in my head so much that I end up pressuring Jamie to propose when he isn't ready." Which really was the truth. You and Jamie had never been happier than you were now after you two started dating. 

After he recovered from the injury after the Man City game, Jamie took you on a proper first date. You went to a formal restaurant and had a great time, but the two of you were already hanging out since that morning. The "date" was just the end of an already great day spent with him, and that's usually what most of the days you were together would be like.

Today was just like that, though you would be a little busier compared to your usual days since you'd also be a maid of honor for Liv the whole time.

You glance at the clock and suddenly realize you have to start getting ready to leave. "Mom, I have to go now, but remember to send me your schedule, okay? See you soon, love you," you hang up the phone and head to your bedroom to get your dress ready to pack.

Liv had already organized that the bridal party would be getting ready together and you were now running late. You start bolting for the door when it opens wide and you're greeted by your boyfriend with an identical surprised expression on his face.

"Jamie!" You exclaim, before noticing how he's already in his wedding attire, minus the coat which he had hanging on his arm. He looked incredibly handsome and you almost let yourself get distracted by it, but focus back on the wedding. You can let yourself be distracted later tonight. "You didn't have to be this early. We could've just met up at the venue."

"I know, but I wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend before she got too busy to kiss me," Jamie wraps his arms around you and gently kisses you. You appreciated the gesture and deepened the kiss, but pulled back after recalling the time.

"Well then, since you're here, help me carry my bags to the car." You hand him your duffle bag and grab your purse before you two head out. 

Jamie left his car running, which was amazingly still there when you reached it, and you two headed to the venue together. He had brought you to the place enough times when Liv would call while you two were together so that you didn't have to direct him there.

As you two usually did when you were together, you spent the whole time talking about the events that happened when you weren't. On the way, Jamie narrated the new bizarre training sessions with Roy as their new coach and how he always happened to be the main target of the painful ones, to no one's surprise. You then talked about how one of your students nearly caused a biohazard after knocking over multiple trays of cultured bacteria.

You weren't sure how many stories you exchanged till you finally reached the venue and started heading to where the bridesmaids were getting ready. 

"What're you going to do till the wedding starts then?" You ask Jamie as you reach the room, who simply shrugs.

"Eh, I'll find something. Go on, I'll see you later, love," he kisses you on the cheek and smiles before heading back to the car.

You smile to yourself, before heading into the already hectic dressing room. There were already several people there getting ready, so you silently make your way to Liv to cater to her every need. She was never one to be a bridezilla, but any person would be stressed out on their wedding day, so you wanted to try your best to soothe her worries.

By the start of the wedding ceremony, you were standing in front of a fan to stop all the sweating. You were glad you had already mastered running around in heels with how much you did it that morning alone.

"Okay, we're starting soon," the wedding organizer reminded the party. "Get into positions, please."

You move in line with the other bridesmaids and take the arm of your partner, who you think is one of Freddie's college friends but never really took it upon yourself to get to know him better. He was quite nice, in your limited interactions.

Once the doors open and you start walking, you try and focus on the actual procession, but your eyes immediately start looking for Jamie. You try and be subtle with it, not even moving your head, and you manage to spot him on the left side. When he catches you looking, he gives you a quick wink and you have to hold back a smile as you reach the end of the aisle.

The wedding went smoothly, much to your relief. You had spent most of the vows portion trying not to cry or not to protest when Liv stated that Freddie was her best friend. But it was a beautiful ceremony, so it was worth it.

You were now at the reception and after a quick scare with one of the entrees, you were now relaxing at your table next to Jamie, who had not let go of your left hand since you found him. He had been caressing your fingers and weirdly, it was soothing you.

Because of it, it was easy for him to invite you to dance. Neither of you were much dancers as kids — you discovered as much when you went to most of your school dances together, — but Jamie seemed to have improved enough that he could lead you through the movements.

"Christ, maybe I should take you to some beginner dancing lessons together sometime." Jamie teased, and you faked offense. All he could do was laugh at your reaction before adding, "Learning proper footwork wouldn't hurt."

"You truly are a charmer, babe," You roll your eyes, but still allow him to pull you closer as you continue to slow dance.

As the song ended, you pulled away but kept your hands in his. You smile and he mirrors the expression, but there is something else in Jamie's eyes as he looks at you. You had already seen the look of love from him, but this was different like it was something stronger.

Without thinking, you immediately tell him, "I love you, Jamie." It didn't matter how many times you said it, Jamie still felt the giddy feeling in his chest when the words left your mouth. He'd never felt like that with anyone else, and he hoped it never went away.

"I love you too, (Y/N)," Jamie replied and now you were the one with the warm feeling in your heart. You look away from him for a second and realize that it's almost time for your surprise.

You turn back to him, "I gotta get on stage. I'll see you in a bit."  Jamie looks confused, but you wink at him and start heading towards the microphone.

"Hello everyone, I hope you're enjoying the night so far." You start, drawing everyone's attention to you. Christ, you can't believe you agreed to this, but it beat making a whole speech instead.

"For those who don't know me, I'm (Y/N), Liv's maid of honor! You may now be asking yourself why I'm standing in front of you today. Well, for some backstory, Liv and Freddie had been scrambling for a performance for their wedding a few weeks ago. They then just so happened to pull up some of my old videos from university and decided, hey, why not get a close friend to perform for free, then? So, I've decided to honor their wishes and perform the song that was playing the night they met, becoming the soundtrack to their relationship. This is 'Kiss Me,'"

You spent the entire performance making sure you didn't mess up and finally, luck was on your side. Liv and Freddie never looked happier to be in the middle of the dance floor, as if they were reliving the first time they saw each other. That was enough motivation to continue the show, making sure you hit every note.

After everyone claps for you, you make your way down the side of the stage, where Jamie had been waiting for you. Without another word, Jamie takes you in his arms and kisses you deeply. You're lucky you were in the corner of the room, otherwise you'd have to deal with everyone's whistles and 'oohs and aahs.'

"What was that for?" You say breathlessly after pulling away and Jamie just smirks.

"You've been singing it for the past three minutes. Didn't you want someone to kiss you?" He points out and you can't help but laugh.

"Yes, very much so." You affirm.

You two head back to your seats and for the first time, you can just sit back and enjoy the wedding, while also promising yourself that you won't be a bridesmaid again till you get married. 

"Okay, it's time for the bouquet toss!" Liv announces and the women at the wedding start crowding in the middle of the room. 

You sigh and look at Jamie, who simply smirks and nods toward the group. "Go on, love. You have to be one with the team, right?" You stick your tongue out at him, before getting up from your chair and standing at the back of the group. Lessens the chances of catching it.

But they're never zero. As Liv tosses it up, it seems like it was aimed towards you and before you knew it, the bouquet was in your hands. It takes a second to sink in before Liv starts squealing at the sight and you're brought back to your senses.

The girls start circling around you and you can hear some of the guys start teasing Jamie, who seemed unfazed by it all. Once the crowds disperse, you walk back over to your boyfriend with an amused look on your face.

"Well then, Jamie. Guess you have to start getting ready then." You tease, simply just to mess with your boyfriend. You laugh before he pulls you in and wraps an arm around you.

Little did you know, he's been ready all night. And truthfully, Jamie had been ready all his life. In the past, he never understood what people meant by marrying your best friend, but now he did. He understood it clearer than ever.

As the party starts to die down and people start to depart, you decide it's time to get some rest too. You walk over to Liv and Freddie to bid them goodbye and both newlyweds hug you tightly as a show of gratitude.

"Really, thank you so much," Liv repeats and you just smile at her. Your best friend looks right past you, but before you can follow her line of sight, she asks, "But before you go, could you get my purse in the dressing room?"

You agree, thinking nothing of it since you had seen Liv leave a bit earlier, but the moment you leave the reception hall, Liv and Freddie move closer to Jamie. "Is everything ready?" Liv asks and Jamie nods confidently.

Some of his teammates as well as Roy and Keeley had been working all day to decorate his house. Like he always was, Jamie was stubborn about how he wanted it to be designed, which is why so many of them had to come over and why he made them update him with pictures every hour.

But weirdly enough, the whole day, he's felt relatively calm. There were nerves, sure, but being with you was already enough to relax him. Jamie had no doubt in his mind that he wanted to marry you and was sure you wanted the same.

"Okay, make sure to keep your back straight when you kneel. It looks weird in the pictures when you're hunched over," Freddie reminded him and Jamie nodded in acknowledgment. 

There weren't going to be any pictures though, since Jamie knew you wanted it to be private. And frankly, with how much of his life was open to the public, he wanted something like this to be just for the two of you.

But of course, the carefree feeling didn't last long. As you were on the way home, the anxiety started to rise up in Jamie and he decided to keep one hand in yours to try and calm him down. You had started to notice him getting fidgety, so you started caressing his hand with your own like he did earlier.

"Hey, let's just stay at my place tonight. It's nearer to the venue and it's pretty late, anyway." Jamie had pointed out before you got in the car and you didn't see any reason to argue. 

You spent half your time there anyway and have been victim to Roy Kent waking you up at ungodly hours for Jamie's training, where many times you've stopped yourself from pulling Jamie closer to stay with you because you knew he'd give in and the knocking would never stop. You loved Jamie, but you loved your peaceful sleep more.

Maybe it was the stress of the day getting to you, but you truly didn't notice anything too out of the ordinary from Jamie. When you pulled up to his house and got out of the car, you still hadn't suspected anything. Jamie rushed ahead to the front door though, which you did find interesting considering he never cared how his house looked before.

As you reach the door, he comes back out carrying a blindfold and you're alarmed. "Jamie! We're still outside, oh my god!"

He stifles a laugh, "It's not that! Christ, when did you become so dirty? I just have a surprise for you. Come on," he slowly wraps it over your eyes and you keep a hand on him as he guides you through the house by your waist.

"Okay, one more step... and there," By the feeling of blades of grass making it into your heels, you know you're in the backyard though it feels a bit warmer than it should be in October.

Jamie finally takes the blindfold off and reveals his backyard, though it's decorated with candles all over and a string of fairy lights hanging above you. There are other strings too, and as you look closer, it's photos of the two of you with some writing from Jamie in the corner of them. He gives you time to look around and you pick out some of the pictures. 

One was from the first football match of his that you ever attended, with your mismatched gloves and hot chocolate. We had such small hands then.

I knew I loved you in the dairy aisle of the grocery, was written in the corner of a photo Jamie took of you after your failed first date when you two were 15. You had wiped off your make-up but were still in your dress as you sat in the cart.

Annoying bloke, but thank Dani for taking this photo. A more recent one from when you first agreed to be Jamie's girlfriend on the way home from the Man City game. Despite the celebrations, you happened to fall asleep, so the photo has you sleeping and resting your head on Jamie's shoulder with your boyfriend scowling at the camera and cradling your head.

Did you see this coming, love? The photo was taken recently you suspect because it's you with your back to the camera while seated on the couch and Jamie showing off the ring box and sticking his tongue out.

You turn back at Jamie, who looks incredibly pleased with himself but even then, you can still detect the small traces of nerves on his face. You run back to him and plant your lips on his, and he happily reciprocates the kiss.

He pulls back and steadies you, before starting, "Look, you've always been so much smarter than me, so I'm sure you know where this is leading. But please, let me have my big speech, yeah?" You laugh but nod and allow him to go ahead.

"I love you. I'll never get tired of telling you. I never told you how much I wanted to be your friend when you first moved in next door. I thought, this girl seemed so smart and pretty, and she would be a good person to play football with. I was right, but you were so much more, too. You were what anchored me in the world, one of the only people that I was never afraid to be myself with. In the best and worst moments, you were always the first person I wanted to be with."

"Looking back on those memories made me realize there wasn't just a moment where I fell for you because I just always have. You owned my heart before either of us knew it. Even in the hard times when we struggled, when I became a different man and broke your heart, you were still the one in mine. And for all that I put you through, I don't think a million sorry's will ever be enough. But you forgave me anyway and now, I have a chance to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I love you wholeheartedly. I know it's only been a few months, but I can't imagine my life anymore without you. Everyone knew it since we were kids, but the moment I saw you in Nelson Road again, I knew it too. It was always going to be us, (Y/N)."

Jamie lets go of your hands and gets something from his jacket pocket. He kneels down and shows you the ring box. "Now, before I open this, I picked out two rings. You get to pick which one you'll wear, okay?"

You're surprised at this, but you decide to nod anyway. Jamie reveals the first ring, which was inside the box, and it's the first plastic ring he gave all those years ago. You burst out laughing and simply can't believe what he'd done. Only Jamie would pull something like this while proposing.

"So, what do you think?" He pulls it out of its position and holds it up to you.

"I think... this one might be a bit too small for me, Jamie." You point out and Jamie fakes disappointment, before tucking it in his pocket.

"Well then, good thing I'm always prepared." He then pulls out the actual ring. A silver one, with small petals engraved as if to replicate a plant, with the bud of the flower being substituted with the diamond in the middle. It was a small but beautiful cut, and you were always one for the simpler things. It was the perfect ring.

The sound of your full name moves your attention back to Jamie as he prepares himself to say the words he's been practicing in the mirror for the past three months, to you now. "Will you marry me?"

You kneel down in front of him to look him straight in the eye. You cradle his face with your hands before saying, "Jamie Tartt, you are the biggest dork in this world for this. And yes, I will marry you."

Jamie lets out a sigh of relief and smiles, before slipping the ring onto your finger. He immediately kisses you after, cradling your face this time. You two get up again without separating before Jamie separates just to carry you in his arms, bridal style.

He kisses you once again, and says, "I knew I was irresistible to you."

You laugh and roll your eyes, "You were the one on your knees for me."

You lean in to kiss him this time, and after, Jamie rushes back inside the house for you two to celebrate the start of the rest of your life together.

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[talkbycolor]

let me hold your hand forever.

A/N; i almost threw up writing this because its not the usual "omg i love this cute yandere boy, so silly!" shit i do

Pairing; "Rendacted" x GN!reader

CW; Ren/[REDACTED] having unhealthy, obsessive and possesive behavior, wow, who would have told / TW; mutilations, romanticizing mutilation by Ren side but MC is really terrified / this is an AU where MC rejected Ren's advances and he lost his infinite patience / character with extremely questionable ethics / wow another nsfw in this blog? / you’re lucky this isn’t visual / i know in canon Rendacted would never hurt MC BUT HEY god gave me the ability to write and im making that everyone else's problem / surreal strength for the sake of the plot, IMPORTANT POINT

It was quite comfortable, having a friend like Ren could even be strange, he looked like cotton candy and it was very nice to spend time together. But then again, you were just friends, it was a little strange that he mentioned being in a relationship with you.

But things have taken a bit of a drastic turn, Ren has spent his days trying to hang out with you, having lunch together, spending nights watching anime and horror movies, that would be nice if it didn't feel so overwhelming.

So it's time to confront him.

"Ren, hey, I know you like me a lot but we can't go out every day, I'm not always up for that so… I'll let you know when we can go out, okay?"

And there was only silence from the pink-haired boy, he seemed to be trying to smile unsuccessfully, just looking at you.

"Of course, angel, don't forget to call me!" He spoke nervously trying to hold back the storm in his throat.

Just when you were about to leave a hand grabbed your forearm, Ren was still looking at you with a smile, a sad smile.

"You're going to call me, right?" He asks, his eyes widening in desperation, Ren didn't want to lose you, he couldn't stand it, not again, what if you're thinking about slowly walking away?

"Sure, later" was the only thing you mentioned before pulling your arm to leave, it's not like you had an avoidant attachment pfff!

The days passed and life could be considered calm, you went out with your friends, you greeted your strange neighbor who loved to walk to her floors, work was not unpleasant and you even bought yourself a small dessert for dinner tonight.

You and Moth talked late into the night about the new episodes and since Haruko was so adorable, life felt peaceful once again. It's not that Ren was a problem, he was attractive and if you had enough self-esteem you would think you had a chance with him but…

I suppose not.

Speaking of Ren, what is he doing now? Visiting him would be a good idea, it's been days since they last spoke.

Once morning arrived you headed towards his large apartment and knocked on the door, not long after it was opened by Ren, who looked just like an abandoned puppy, you could almost see his eyes shine and his breath was lost just by seeing you in front of him. him.

"Angel, you're here! oh god, I-I'm so sorry for the mess, I didn't expect you to come… to my apartment…" It sounded a little strange, but it was just Ren being shy.

"Yeah uh… I'm sorry, are you busy? I can go, yes, maybe I should have let you know I was coming."

"No! NO! it's okay, you just surprised me, do you want a drink? I have your fav-… many options! I have many drink options" He corrected himself immediately with a smile, his face was almost the color of his hair and I was dying to say that I miss you so much.

"Or we can go out, do you want to visit the new cafe? Maybe we can-…"

“No” You interrupted, it sounded a little rude so you cleared your throat. "Now I'm not sure, I was just passing by to say hello, plus I don't have money to buy something…"

"I can buy it for you," he said almost immediately, his eyes fixed on you, almost sweating from having you close.

"That's very generous, Ren, but…"

"Please! It's your day off, right? We could go out and…"

"Ren, I'm not-…"

"Please, angel!" He begged, his hand had climbed to your arm and you didn't even notice, he was now gently squeezing your shoulder, wanting closeness, wanting to date, wanting you and you kept pushing him away.

The atmosphere was a little awkward now, you didn't know whether to be flattered that he thought you were interesting enough for Ren to want to spend time with you or scared by how desperate he looked about it.

"No thanks, I think I better go back to my apartment" You mentioned as you pushed his hand from your arm, you didn't even have time to turn to the door when Ren grabbed your arm tightly, a painful grip.

"Ren?"

"Can we be together, please? I-I'll make you feel special, I want you to be okay and I want you to…" his expression seemed so… surprised, to see you, embarrassed to act like that? scared of being abandoned? overstimulated? "all I want is to be with you!"

He almost roared out, his grip on your arm becoming more and more painful, he was pulling you away from the exit door.

"Ren, that hurts! REN! REN!"

"JUST LET ME HOLD YOUR HAND FOREVER!" He begged between screams, only a beeping sound existed in his head as he watched you fall to the ground in a pool of blood.

Now you were on the ground, screaming and crying out loud, it was agony, Ren had hurt you.

For fuck's sake, not only did he hurt you, he tore your fucking arm off and now you were writhing in your blood as you slowly lost consciousness.

Wake up.

Your body was still shaking, you were still terrified, and you had to escape, where was your arm? As soon as you woke up you found a sweaty Ren who was looking at you with a desperate and nervous smile.

It was a deranged look, almost immediately you started crying out of panic, your arm was gone, your arm, he tore it off, you were hyperventilating as you watched his left arm missing.

"REN! REN!!" You were sobbing in despair, the pool of blood was still on the floor, how long were you unconscious? not much because apparently Ren had tried to stop the bleeding and close the wound, seeing bandages full of blood made you vomit immediately, but that didn't stop you from crying in agony.

"Angel, please! s-stop crying, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me! FORGIVE ME, I DIDN'T WANT TO! IT WAS NOT MY INTENTION!" He begged you as he sobbed himself, he had hurt you and that was something he never thought of doing, that he never wanted to do. "l-look, now we are equal, can you forgive me?"

What did he say ..?

Your throat had closed and the screams stopped, that guy was fucking deranged.

He ripped his left arm off of him.

For you.

He came up to hug you, wanting to be comforting, to make you feel accompanied in this, to give you love in such a dark time.

No no no no.

"NO! NO! NOOO! PLEASE, NO!" You screamed in panic as the tears came out, that couldn't be happening, disgust and terror filled your poor mind as you were caressed with so much love, Ren was going to take care of you and promised to never hurt you again.

"We'll be fine angel, just trust me, I'll take care of you." He spoke so lovingly, smiling as he held you, genuinely happy to be so close, to be able to touch you. "Now we match, right?"

He was joking at a moment like that, as if it were nothing, the sobs no longer came out, you could barely breathe while the tears didn't stop and he lulled you into your chest with the help of his only arm.

♡

[hanniebaeee]

Adore you

Hyunjin x reader (ft best friend Lee Know)

Warnings: crying, some kissing, jealousy, the reader has a shitty family and is severely codependent on Minho, Minho is not really toxic - he's just afraid to lose you

Genre: angst, fluff

Summary: Having come from a dysfunctional family, your best friend Minho is everything to you. But when you fall in love with Hyunjin, you find Minho blocking your path and the love of your life slipping away from you.

a/n: Hyunjin is a cutie pie in this one - I just wanna squish his cheeks and keep him safe forever 😭 And please remember, this is just a story!

Your cheeks felt warm and tingly as Hyunjin placed a soft kiss on it.

'This was fun' he said, giving you a shy smile.

'Yeah, I had a great time, Hyunjin. Thank you.' You said, blushing. You liked him so much! And this little date was everything you had ever dreamt about. And within these few hours with him, you had learned how thoughtful and sweet he really was.

'My pleasure, and I hope we'll do more of this soon.' Hyunjin gave you a toothy grin. 'See you in class tomorrow?'

You nod and said good night. Hyunjin lingered, hands in his pockets and his face revealing the fact that he was contemplating something. Your heart raced as he stepped forward again, this time placing a soft peck on your lips. Though a bit surprised, you couldn't hide the smile that bloomed on your face. And this had him smiling all over again.

You both laugh nervously before he sent one last flying kiss your way and started walking away. Your heart fluttered as you watched him leave. He looked back again before disappearing around the corner.

You stepped into your shared apartment and as you were removing your shoes, you heard footsteps coming your way. Smiling, you face your best friend Minho. He smiled too, but you sensed some tension there.

'You ok?' You asked, walking into the kitchen and pouring a glass of water.

'Why wouldn't I be?' Minho asked, and you knew that something was definitely off. 'How was your date?'

'It was so good, Lino!' You gushed. 'Hyunjin-'

'I didn't know it was Hyunjin.' Minho cut you off. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'We just decided to go right after class and it wasn't planned or anything' You shrugged. 'Do you know him?'

'I do.' Minho replied, turning away from you. 'How do you know him, exactly?'

You frown at the way he was questioning you, and he wasn't even looking at you anymore.

'We share a class.' You said, walking towards your best friend. 'Min, what's this?'

'You're a bio student. And he's in business. What class do you share?' Minho asked, raising an eye brow.

'My elective class' You mumbled, looking down at your hands.

'If I knew you were going out with Hyunjin, I would have said something.' Minho said and you were taken aback by that. You felt all of your excitement from the day ebb away.

'Why would you say that, Min? I really like him. He's really nice!' You said, sadly.

'I just don't want you to get hurt ok? I know being away from home is hard. And I know sometimes people offer comfort and a sense of safety. But don't walk into a trap, Y/N. This is not the first time for him. But it is for you. You should be careful.'

'So what if he's had girlfriends before? I mean you've had them too!'

'Are you gonna compare me with him now?' Minho sounded offended. 'I promised your mum that I'll look after you. I'm just keeping my word.'

You felt tears cloud your eyes and anger course through your veins. You hated fighting with Minho, so you just took a few steps back before running to her room. You wiped your tears away, feeling totally heartbroken.

Minho was your best friend since childhood. He and his family had been your support system since then, when your own family failed to be there for you. And being in a new country as a student was hard, but having him with you was a blessing. He protected you and fussed over you so much, you never had to worry about anything.

Through your tears, your thoughts wandered back to Hyunjin. He did struggle with his English a lot, but you loved his cute accent and how hard he tried just to communicate with you. He had been nothing but kind to you from the start, and so Minho's accusations just felt wrong.

The next day, Minho was still not in his best mood, but you walked to college together.

'I'll meet you after class.' he said. 'If you don't have any plans, that is.'

You just shook your head before heading towards class. Your heart pounded at the thought of seeing Hyunjin. And right as you entered the lecture hall and found your seat, Hyunjin had spotted you and was coming over.

Sitting next to you, he said, 'Hey Y/N.'

'Hi Hyunjin.'

You forgot all about Minho's warnings as Hyunjin started talking and two hours went flying by. Ans over the days, you couldn't help but fall for the guy. He was just so sweet, you were confused and you didn't really know what to do anymore.

You hated sneaking around Minho, but you couldn't shake the thought that he was being unreasonable. You had lunch with Hyunjin whenever you could, but he understood when you told him that you had to go with Minho sometimes.

You knew that Hyunjin was very fond of you from the little things that he did. Dropping your favorite chocolates on your table on his way to his seat in the middle of a crowded class, smiling cutely as you blushed. Or just sitting opposite you in the library as you studied, sketching into his book, or just watching you silently.

One day he had found you in a corner of the library, hand pressed to your mouth as you cried. Another one of your fights with your family. All the name calling and the insults had you falling deeper into self pity and such loneliness. But Hyunjin pulled you into a hug and told you that you were none of those things they called you and that you were the most precious girl in the world.

And then he kissed you, so softly. Just so soft and warm and comforting. And you had opened up to him, about your life back home and about Minho. How he had always saved you from everything. And everyone. How you felt like you owed your life to him.

Hyunjin listened as you spoke and held you as you cried. And then he told you that he wanted you to be his girlfriend, that he was crazy about you. You nod and say yes. You wanted that too. He had introduced you to his friends, Felix and Seungmin, who took you in immediately. You hated yourself for not having the courage to talk to Minho and just tell him that Hyunjin meant the world to you.

You tried. You tried to talk to Minho about Hyunjin, and every time, he left the conversation hanging. Minho had never thought he would feel this way. He had been seeing Jisoo for a while now and he was so sure that he loved her. But then there was you.

For years, he was everything to you. You turned to him for literally everything and he was incredibly possessive about you. And seeing you look at Hyunjin with heart eyes had him seething. He was jealous and more than that, so afraid of losing you. Having another man in your life, who'll protect you and get to love you in ways he had only dreamed of.

Minho knew he was being selfish, but just couldn't lose you. He was sorry, but he was also desperate. Every time he dismissed you, you left crestfallen, looking so heartbroken - it broke his own heart, but to him, losing to someone else was worse than anything else.

Hyunjin was confused as to why you never introduced him to Minho. His friends adored you, and he wished he could have such a relationship with your friends too. He did know some of the girls you hung out with in class, but wanted to know why he didn't get to meet Minho till now. So, he voiced his thoughts to you one day.

'How come we never hang out at yours?' He asked casually. 'I mean, we can always hang out with Minho. I've never met him personally, I would like to.'

'Um, sure, we just never bring anyone home...' You lied, feeling afraid all of a sudden. You knew that shoving this problem under the carpet was a short term thing. And you really didn't know what would happen if you told him that Minho didn't like him.

'I know that Jisoo visits all the time.' Hyunjin said, giving you a strange look. 'Isn't Minho seeing her? So, this about me, yeah?'

'What, no!' You said quickly.

'Whats going on, Y/N? Are you doubtful about us? Are you ashamed of me or something?' Hyunjin asked, the hurt clear on his face.

'Hyunjin, no! Oh my God!' You stood up, panicking. 'I like you so much, Jinnie... I am sure I'm in love with you... I just have things to sort out before I can-'

'Yeah? You love me? Then what's this, hm?' Hyunjin asked, folding his hands against his chest.

Your cheeks grew red in embarrassment as you realize that your confession just diffused into the air. Hyunjin showed no emotion whatsoever. He just looked angry.

'I'm sorry.' You said, feeling a lump in your throat and your eyes stung with tears.

'Minho doesn't feel good about our relationship. He's been against it right from the start. I...I haven't been able to talk to him about it...I've tried, I swear, Hyunjin. He's been acting so off and I don't want to lose either of you. I grew up with him, he's done so much for me... I can't hurt his feelings.'

Hyunjin just looked like he was stabbed in his heart.

'Oh? So what about my feelings?' He asked, his voice shaking. 'What about me?'

'I'm so so sorry, Jinnie. I will talk to Minho. I will fix this ok? Please don't be mad.' You pleaded, tears now streaming down your face.

'I have nothing to say to you, Y/N. I feel like an idiot right now. You clearly chose what you want, and it's definitely not me.' Hyunjin just looked so hurt and defeated, you wished the earth would just fucking split and swallow you whole. 'I don't want to be your dirty little secret. Do you understand? I am proud to say that you're my girlfriend. If you don't feel the same way, then we can't be together anymore.'

You just stared at him. He was actually breaking up with you?

'I can't do this, ok? Whatever this is. I want you to think about your priorities, yeah?' Hyunjin's words felt like swords through your heart.

You nod, now sobbing uncontrollably. Hyunjin turned away, hiding his own tears as the girl he loved quickly picked up her things and left his apartment. Then he sat curled up on the sofa, breaking down.

Minho watched in worry as you came home in tears, going straight to your room. You locked the door and refused to come out. He sat in front of your door, heart heavy and guilt ridden. Jisoo had come over later that night, and you let her hold you, as you cried. When she got you to come out, you didn't speak or cry. You were so numb, you could hardly feel anything.

You and Hyunjin avoided each other at college. Felix gave you a sad smile when he passed you in the halls, but Seungmin glared daggers at you. One day, you were going down the stairs and Seungmin and Hyunjin were coming up. Seungmin scoffed as he saw you, and Hyunjin just pretended to not have seen you at all. You tried to hold in the tears till you reached a restroom, and hid in a cubicle for hours, crying.

By now, Minho knew something was very wrong. No matter how many times he asked, you just shook him off. You told him that you needed space. You believed that this was all your fault. Everything your family said about you was true. You weren't worth loving. You weren't worth anything.

You had trusted Minho to never ever hurt you. And he took that trust and crumbled it so bad, you were afraid this can't ever be fixed. The sad fact was that it was just your nature. You put people on a pedestal and they fucked with you all the time. It was true that you craved love and affection, something you never got from your home. Minho had taken you under his wing and more than your best friend, he had been your family.

You felt the need for his approval all the time. You had always put him first out of love, but now this had gone and destroyed the one thing you treasured so much.

A week later, things were still bad and you had the worst thoughts forming in your mind. You were going through a particularly bad session of overthinking, when Minho came into your room. He took in your shabby form and was taken aback. There were dark circles around your eyes, and your cheeks, visibly more pale.

'Wanna order pizza and watch a movie tonight? Jisoo's coming over.' He said, sitting on your bed.

'Ok' You said, not taking your eyes off the book you were reading.

'Why don't you go take a shower? I'll get things ready by then.' Minho said, hoping that you would just talk to him.

'Ok.' You said again.

'What's going on, cupcake?' Minho's old pet name for you sat heavily on her heart. 'Is this about Hyunjin? Did something happen? Please just talk to me.'

'Let's talk after the movie, yeah?' You said.

'Ok. ' Minho said, nodding. 'You know you can tell me anything, right?'

You nod. You didn't think this would change anything. Hyunjin hated you. It felt like everyone hated you.

Jisoo couldn't help but notice the tension between her boyfriend and you. She was well aware of Minho's little crush on you and that he'd been fucking with your feelings for Hyunjin for a while now. It made Jisoo so mad. She was just waiting for an opportunity to give him a piece of her mind. She really liked Minho and she was quite fond of you too. And it saddened her to see you both hurt.

A bit into the movie, your phone pinged. You checked it absentmindedly and your heart fluttered seeing Hyunjin's name in the notification.

Jinnie: Can we talk?

You felt a fresh supply of tears threatening to spring out any moment. Your eyes met Jisoo's, who gave you a kind smile.

Y/N: Ok

Jinnie: Come outside?

Y/N: Are you here?!

Jinnie: For the past 1 hour, yeah

Y/N: Give me a minute

You stood up and aaid 'I need some air. Gonna step out ok?'

'What's wrong, I'll come with you-' Minho was on his feet.

'I want to be alone, Min. Please.' You said, looking at Jisoo for help.

He was ready to protest, but Jisoo held him back.

'Go ahead, Y/N.' She said. 'Take your time.'

You stepped out and saw Hyunjin sitting on the stairs leading up to your house.

'Hyunjin.' You said softly and Hyunjin stood up, turning to look at you. It broke his heart to see you like this and he felt guilty.

'Y/N.' he didn't even know where to start. All he wanted to do was hug you.

'Everything ok?' Y/N asked, nervously. 'Were you really sitting here for an hour?'

'I was.' Hyunjin said with a shrug. 'Let's step away from the door?'

He didn't want Minho to come out and see him. He wasn't ready for a fight of any sort. Not tonight. You follow Hyunjin as he walked and stopped when he did.

'I didn't know how to do this, Y/N.' He said, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.

You drew in a shaky breath and said, 'It's ok, Hyunjin. I understand. You don't have to say anything. You deserve someone better. I understand, it's not me. It's ok.'

You bite your lip to contain your sobs and wipe at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater, not looking at him.

He just gives you a confused look before saying, 'What?'

'Didn't you come to tell me that you are done with me?' You asked, still not looking.

'No no no. Y/N, baby, oh my God, no!' He took quick steps to reach you, and cupped your cheeks with his hands. 'Baby, look at me.'

You do, and you don't see hate in his eyes. Instead, he is looking at you with the same love and adoration that he did before.

'Y/N, I'm so sorry for snapping at you that day. I was just so hurt, I couldn't think. It hurt me so much to think that you put Minho first.' Hyunjin said. 'I-I couldn't wrap my head around that. I didn't stop to think that he is not just a friend. I didn't even think about everything you've told me. I understand why he's so important to you, sweetheart. I do. I'm so sorry I made you feel this way. Oh my God.'

You tried your best not to cry.

'And when you told me that you love me, I threw it at your face like it was nothing.' Hyunjin's voice cracked as he said that. 'I hate myself for it. Because, I love you too. I love you so much. I just-'

You look at Hyunjin, heart racing. Did he just say that?

'I mean it, I'm in love with you, baby. I want you back. I want you in my life and I'll do anything for it. You don't have to tell him about me till you're ready. Just, just take me back?' Hyunjin's cheeks were a sweet pink, his eyes gazing longingly at you.

You couldn't think or speak. You just threw your arms around his waist, hugging him. His arms went around you immediately, burying his face in your neck. He was too tall for you, so he had to bend down to be able to do that.

'I adore you, Jinnie. I thought I lost you!' You whimpered. 'I wanted to die. I just...I couldn't think of not being with you. I love you so much.'

'I'm not going anywhere.' Hyunjin said, cupping your cheeks in his big hands. 'I'm yours.'

He kissed you, a long wet one at that. And you pulled him close to you, desperate to have him as close as you could.

Minho was restless. His eyes kept darting towards the door, anticipating your return. Jisoo had had enough, and paused the movie.

'Minnie.' she said, tapping his arm. 'We have to talk.'

'Hm?' Minho looked at her, confused.

'So, I need you to get your head outta your ass so that you think about what I'm saying, ok?' Jisoo said calmly. 'This is for your own good. And Y/N's. I know you both are childhood friends and things, but she's my friend too and she's fucking miserable.'

This had Minho's attention.

'I know that you love her Minho. And not just as a friend. That's totally ok, since you guys grew up together and she's always been there. That's all fine. But I NEED you to understand that she doesn't feel the same. She loves you, Minnie. But as her best friend. There is nothing romantic about it and if you really think there's even a little chance for her to feel something other than friendship for you, then you're in for some huge disappointment.'

Jisoo's words weren't something Minho didn't know. Yet, it hit him hard. He was selfish enough to want to try to win her over somehow.

'She is in love, Minnie. She is in love with someone and you have been really cruel with her. She is depressed and miserable because she is bent on getting your approval. She respects you and wants you to be happy for her.' Jisoo said, taking Minho's hand inher own. 'After everything she's been through, you're the only one she can really call her family. And is it fair that you are making her let go of something so precious to her?'

'How do you know all this?' Minho asked, feeling so lost.

'Because she is my friend too. So is Hyunjin. Don't take advantage of her trust and love. You're not that person. I know you're not.'

'I've never been this afraid my entire life. Seeing her want to be with someone who isn't me... that's something I never prepared myself for.' Minho said, a tear rolling down his cheek. 'Jisoo, I'm so sorry... I fucked up. I could never live with myself if she hates me... She's, she's -'

He covers his face with his hands and lets out a sob.

'What have I done?' He cried, as Jisoo rubbed his back, trying to console him.

Minho felt like he'd just failed two women he was crazy for.

Hyunjin wiped the tears off your face and gave you a tender smile.

'No more crying. Not for me, Ok?' He said. 'I'll wait, as long as it takes.'

You took his hand and said, 'Let's go meet Minho.'

'What? No, not like this.' Hyunjin said shaking his head.

'I already told him that I wanted to talk to him. It's ok. It had to happen one day. I don't want to lose you, Jinnie. I've lost enough. Not you too.'

You led Hyunjin into the house, holding his hand tightly. Minho and Jisoo stood up as they saw you. Jisoo smiled happily and Minho just looked... sad?

'Min, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Hyunjin. I know I should have done this long back. I was so afraid to disappoint you. I was lying to you and to Hyunjin and to myself... I'm so tired of this. I love him, Minho and I want to be with him. But I don't wanna lose you because of this. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do! Can't we all be happy? Can't you be happy for me?' Your voice was strained and it broke Minho's heart.

He looked at Hyunjin who looked just as miserable as you.

'Im so sorry, Y/N.' He said, eyes filling up with tears. 'I don't know what came over me. I was afraid to lose you... I was so afraid...I am such an asshole for hurting you.'

You just look at him sadly.

'Will you forgive me? Can we start over?' Minho asked, moving forward to take your hand in his and squeezing it. 'Please?'

'I love you, you idiot!' You said, hugging your best friend.

Minho gave a little laugh, letting you crush him with your hug. Hyunjin and Jisoo shared a look and smiled in relief. Letting go of Minho, you looked at Hyunjin.

'This is my best friend.' You said, giving him a big smile.

'Nice to meet you, Minho.' Hyunjin said, holding out his hand.

'And you. This could've been better.' Minho said, shaking his hand. 'I'm sorry, for everything. I hope we can put this behind us, Hyunjin.'

'I'm glad we worked it out.' Hyunjin said, smiling.

Minho and you lay on your bed, side by side. Just like you did when you were kids.

'I've always dreamed of you walking me down the aisle on my wedding day.' You said suddenly. 'Can you think of that?'

You turned your head to look at him.

'Makes perfect sense.' Minho said with a shrug. 'I would be upset if you didn't let me.'

You smiled and said, 'There wasn't another option, Minnie.'

Minho cleared his throat, feeling warm all of a sudden. He had thought that losing you to another man would destroy him. But strangely, he didn't feel too destroyed. He felt happy and relieved to see you smile after so long. And he liked Hyunjin a lot. The way he looked at you was enough for Minho to know that you were in good hands.

He was afraid that Jisoo would want to end things with him, though. He waited in silence as you kissed Hyunjin good night when his friends came to pick him up. He watched the two boys pull you into hugs, and how affectionate they were to you. After you had gone to get ready for bed, it was just him and Jisoo.

'Are we good Jisoo?' He asked in a small voice.

Jisoo looked up, frowning.

'What? Why wouldn't we be?' Jisoo asked. 'You ok?'

'Jisoo, after everything that happened today...you aren't mad?'

'Minnie, I'm so proud of you. Letting go isn't easy. When it comes to love, it's even harder. And you did the right thing today. So I'm not mad. A little jealous, maybe, but not mad. I can work on that if you promise me you'll work on it too.' Jisoo said, giving him a smile.

Minho just sighed in relief before pulling his girlfriend into a bone crushing hug.

'Thank you, baby. Thank you.' He mumbled. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, Minnie.' Jisoo said, pecking him on his lips. 'Pick me up at 8, ok?'

'Yeah, I'll be there' Minho promised.

He smiled as he thought of Jisoo.

'I can think of us in the future.' You said, breaking his thought bubble. 'You and Jisoo. Jinnie and me. Our babies. It'll be the cutest thing ever!'

Minho laughed.

'I bet it will be.'

[casparscunttt16]

This is awkward but could you do a matt sturniolo x reader? Please and thank youuuuuy

Of course, guys don't be shy to request!

"I'll teach you, sweetheart" |Matt Sturniolo| Sturniolo Triplets.

Summary: You're in the same friend group with the triplets and you all plan to hangout, in which Matt teaches you how to ice skate. (featuring: Madi, Larry, Nate, and Arrington).

Warnings: None but tooth rotting fluff.

Enjoy loves!

gif not mine.

Matt pulled into the parking lot of your apartment, the last pick up before heading to the ice skating rink. You have never ice skated before but here you are, rushing to put the last finishing touches on your make up before leaving out.

I'm currently sitting at my vanity finishing my lip combo and putting on lipgloss. Me and Matt are texting back and forth and he lets me know he's outside, I get up from my vanity and leave my bedroom. I say goodbye to my roommate and leave my apartment and heading towards the parking lot. Matt gets out of the car and walks up to me before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his embrace.

"You smell really good lovey" I feel his lips curl into a smile against my ear, "Thank you, you too. Is that the cologne I got you for our anniversary?" I ask pulling away and looking up at him slightly. He nods and reaches down intertwining his fingers with mine and walks us back towards his car. He opens the passenger door for me and buckles me in. I turn to face everyone in the back. "Hi guys" I smiled warmly.

"Hey, I fuck with your shirt." Chris says looking me up and down and dapping me up, I giggled at the compliment and how straight forward he is. "Thanks Chris, is your necklace new?" I asked as I noticed the new chain, he nods with a smile appreciating the acknowledgment of it. "Hi Nate, I haven't seen you in forever. I literally missed you.", "Missed you too." He hugs me unexpectedly making me giggle. I then turn my attention to Nick and Madi, I wave at them and they wave back. "Hiii" Madi drags out, then leaning in to hug me, I wrap my arms around her hugging her back. "Hey Mads", Nick pushes Madi off me suddenly "Stop hoggin' her get off" He puts his palm up to her face making Madi's jaw drop and me laugh.

I greeted Larry, Nate and Arrington finally after hugging and catching up with Nick for a few minutes. We all planned to hangout together again after a three to four weeks of the group not hanging out due to the schedule differences. Matt drove us to the ice skating rink and on the way there we listened to and all sang along to music. When we arrived Matt took his hand off my thigh, he parked the car and as everyone was getting out Matt quickly ran around and opened the passenger door for me. I smiled and we walked into the rink.

It was decently fulled, not too empty but not exactly packed. We got our skates and started putting them on, we were all pretty much lost and unsure on how to put on ice skates and tie them correctly. All of us except Chris, Matt and Nick. "So I tie them how?" Larry asks with a puzzled look on his face as he turns to Arrington slightly. "I don't know why you're looking at me like I can help you." Arrington says with an eyebrow raised, me and Matt look at each other and laugh witnessing that encounter. "Matt I don't know how to put mine on either.." I mumbled, biting my bottom lip sort of embarrassed. "S'okay, I'll help you" He smiles softly and get's down on his knee in front of me, and placing my leg over his knee as he begins tying them for me.

I looked down at him and smiled, I ruffled his hair and he giggled. After about 10 minutes we all get our skates on and we're now getting on the ice. Nick was helping Madi, Chris was helping Larry , while Nate helped Arrington. “Um—Matt?” I looked up at him as he held my hand and helped me onto the ice. "Yeah?" He replied in a soft and tender tone, as he caressed my hands with his thumbs gently. "This is probably a good time to let you know, I don't know how to ice skate." I pouted slightly and he laughed? Just started laughing? I looked at him confused. "It's okay" he smiled, pulling me closer and placing a kiss on my forehead. "I'll teach you sweetheart" he giggled, and pressed a gentle kiss on my lips, as he led me onto the ice carefully.

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[ceruleansx]

forever | ethan landry

↳ ethan landry x reader

↳ warnings : mentions of abusive relathionship, comfort, so much fluff

↳ summary: ethan was the only person you wanted, and he wanted you too. you didn't expect what happened after your study session and movie night with him.

↳ a/n: sorry this is so different from my peeta fics, but one is coming soon! this is also a long story btw

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ethan landry had the most massive, crazy crush on you. in fact, he was practically in love with you. and the whole group can tell how much of a madman he was for you. but being the shy boy that he is, he never really had the full courage to tell you. he flirted shyly, if that's even possible.

the first time you two met was when you had econ. ethan always caught your attention, yet you never really went up to him. when you two passed by each other, you would politely exchange a soft 'hi'.

the professer assinged a group project, and he was choosing the partners.

ethan literally pinched himself when he heard that he was going to be working with you for a year-long project.

you two met in the cafe when he had an actual conversation with you.

"so h-hey.." ethan stuttered. he's never been so nervous around anyone before.

"hi!" you smiled softly.

you noticed the small tinted blush on his cheeks, which caused butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

"so um- we may not have a lot of time since the cafe in closing." he zipped his backpack.

"but you can come with me to my dorm. my friends and i are gonna watch a horror movie, your my guest." he stared down at you lovingly.

"sure! that sounds like fun." you smiled.

"great o-okay."

he couldn't believe you actually said yes.

"and don't worry, once they leave, we have the whole place to ourselves." he softly said.

even if he didn't mean it, that comment made you blush hard. you started down at your shoes until the comfortable silence broke.

"so i'll see you tommorow?" he asked.

you nodded.

he smiled and started to walk away.

"oh wait!!" you called. he turned, eyebrows furrowed.

"c-can i get your number? just for your dorm number a-and stuff." you stuttered.

why were you so nervous about asking ethan for your number? he was handsome and so sweet, but he was just to precious for you. he deserves someone better.

it was almost like ethan heared your thoughts.

"yeah s-sure." he said quietly and handed you his phone.

after you got each other's numbers, you both said bye and headed different ways. ethan's heart was doing jumps after the interaction you had with him.

and so was yours.

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you knocked on ethan's dorm, praying that it was him answering the door.

sadly, it was his roomate chad. his face turned into confusion.

"hi..?" he questioned.

"oh hi- um i'm studying with ethan after the movie?" you always got so nervous talking to people you barely knew.

if this was true, then why did you not feel so scared talking to ethan? its like ethan comforts you, even though you barely know him.

his face clicks. "ohh your the girl ethan kept talking about!!"

your cheeks tinted a light pink. he talked about you? "yeah, that's me.." you chuckled softly.

he opened the door and let you in. "we haven't started the movie yet, but ethans in his room if you wanna find him." chad smirked.

you nodded and headed to the door that chad pointed out to you. you slowly opened the door, only to find ethan studying at his desk. he had headphones on, and you could hear the music through it.

you slowly walked up to him and tapped on his shoulder. he flinched, but when he saw you, his face immidetely relaxed. he took of his headphones and placed them down.

"i'm so glad you came, it would've been kinda awkward watching the movie without y-you." he stumbled on the last words as he slightly lost balance.

"well, your friends seem cool, but i just know that the perfect ethan landry will make it cooler." you teased.

he blushed and gave his huge signature grin. "stop.." he said shly.

you peered behind him. "got a head start?" you asked as he had the homework on his desk.

he looked guilty for a second. "i know i couldn't resist." he laughed, "but don't worry, i-ill help you."

"deal."

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you, ethan, chad, mindy, tara, and anika were all on the couch watching Stab 2.

tara was cuddled up with chad, and anika and tara were hugging each other from the fright of the jumpscares.

that just left you and ethan. before the movie started, you sat next to HIM. there were plenty of other places to sit, but no. you sat glued together to ethan.

i mean, he wasnt complaining or anything.

you two were so close, he had no were else to put his hand except for your thigh, but he didn't do it. he was scared youll get creeped out, and it will be awkward for the rest of the night.

a suspensful scene came on, and of course, a jumpscare. it was probably the worst jumpscare ever. and with that, you grabbed onto ethan's big arms and covered yourself with them.

"y/n?" he whispered, looking down at you. he was so close to calling you 'baby'.

you just shook your head, still covering your face. the others were to distracted, but the cutie that ethan is, he noticed.

"what's wrong..?" he asked softly.

"i'm just sca-scared." you said between a sniffle. "im sensitive to t-this topic."

he looked back at his friends and the movie, thinking about what to do. he turned back at you and tucked of hair from your face to your ear.

even with you being uncomfortable, that action that he did made your tummy fluster.

"do you want to go to my room? we can do something else to make you happier." he smiled.

you removed your face from his arm and looked at ethan. this is when you two realized how close you were to each other. his lips were basically on yours. you smiled softly, only imagining how it would be like to be his girlfriend.

you nodded, and he nodded back. he grabbed the back of your legs and picked you up bridal style, since your legs were numb from laying down.

"where are you guys going, this is the best part?!?!" mindy yelled.

"were taking our mind of from the creep movie, creep." he joked to mindy. she rolled her eyes and turned back.

he closed the door and turned, only to find you walking over to sit on his bed. you stared down at your feet. "can i lay down? your bed looks so comfy."

he smiled, knowing the fact that you were about to lay down where HE sleeps. he nodded.

"go ahead, ask me if you need anything." he went to his desk, "i'll be here studying."

you nodded, and covered yourself with his blankets. it's silly, but his blankets and pillow smelled just like him. you wanted to stay in his bed forever.

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you fell asleep on ethan landry's bed. and eventually, he fell asleep with you.

it was about an hour in before ethan realized that you fell asleep. it was also when he realized that everyone went to the halloween party. it made ethan's heartbeat that you two were alone.

he started to get tired, and he wasn't gonna sleep on the floor, the uncomfy couch, or chads gross bed. so the only thing was his bed. he sighed, and got up and into the bed.

as he was getting in, he looked your beautiful features. how can someone be so pretty? ethan knew that your were gonna be his first and only crush ever. he only wanted to feel your lips for eternity.

he climbed in, and scooted next to you. he had a twin bed, so it was pretty small. you grumbled and scooted over, still not fully awake. ethan just layed there awkwardly.

he turned to you and saw your back facing him. he had nowhere else to put his arms, so he just placed them over your waist, and he brought you closer.

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you probably woke up an hour later. until you found ethan cuddled up so closly to you. you were know facing him, with his face nuzzled into your neck. he had his arms tight around your waist, and your legs were interlocked.

you felt that same butterfly feeling, and you just looked at him. you two were very close, which gave you a close up on his pretty face.

how could a nerdy shy boy look so handsome?

you tried to escape by checking the time, but ethan nuzzled you tighter. "i know im pretty." he smirked.

you looked down at him and blushed. you asked innocent. "i have no idea what your talking about." you shrugged.

"sure.." he whispered and moved his head back to look at you.

"sorry, i got tired, and i don't want to sleep in chads bed." he apologized.

"it's okay, it felt nice having someone with me." you smiled softly.

he glanced at your lips, but meeting your eyes after. you stared at his dark brown eyes, following his plump pink lips.

he turned to the bedside table and saw the time. "oh good we have time." he said.

"time for what?"

"well after our study sesh, i was planning on taking you on a walk with you to watch the stars."

you stared at the boy, mezmerized at how another human being can be even more precious than him. "if that's okay with you..?" he asked shyly.

you smiled gracefully. "yes of course ethan, i would love too."

his face relaxed, and his eyes softened at he met your eyes. after deciding what to study first, you sat down on his bed while he sat down in his chair. at that point, you two didn't even study. you just talked about everything, and getting to know each other.

he really brought out the best of you, bringing you so much comfort. no one has ever cared for you like he did after your abusive relationship

you truly loved ethan landry.

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he layed a towel on the grassy hill, patting a spot for you to sit next to him. you layed down next to him, hands almost touching.

"the stars are really beautiful tonight." you whispered, even though no one was near.

"they really are.." he softly said.

little did you know that he was looking at you. you only noticed this because you saw the lightpost light up behind him.

you met his eyes, his eyes sparkling from the stars. so were yours, and he admired the sparkle and light in your eyes.

"ethan i-" you stuttered, "i just wanted to say thank you."

he turned his head in confusion. "for what?"

"you really make me happy, i never laughed so hard or being so happy after i-" you stopped.

"y/n?" he whispered.

"after i broke up with my abusive boyfriend." you blurted out.

"oh.." he said. he never felt so bad for anyone. no one that beautiful should deserve such pain.

you two fully faced each other, so close. "y/n, you should've never gone through that."

you shrugged and chuckled softly.

"well it did."

"yeah, it did. but i will make sure that it will never happen to you again with any boyfriend." he assured you.

at that moment, all you wanted was him. "thank you.." you whispered.

"whatever man you need and want, i have to approve first." he smirked.

you laughed softly. now was the moment. the moment to tell him that you only want him your life. forever to eternity.

"ethan i-"

he waited patiently.

"i need you ethan. like-" you paused, "like i REALLY need you. your the only person that i-"

your words were cut off by ethan's lips. his lips fitted perfectly with yours, like you two were made for each other. your hands met his curly hair, tucking it ever so slighlty. he groaned into your mouth at your action, causing him to hold on your waist.

you two were now sitting up, fully entangled into each other. you bit his bottom lip softly, making him whimper once again. god, he was so cute.

after a couple minutes, you two finally pulled away. you were still massaging his scalp as he pressed his foreahead with yours. his thumbs were rubbing your cheeks as he held it.

"you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that s-sweetheart." he stuttered at the last word, but it only made you smile.

"me too pretty boy." you followed the nickname calling.

he smiled and gave you a small peck on your neck. "you lips are the only lips i want to feel for the rest of my life."

you smiled so hard that it was hurting your face. your just held him closer and took a deep breath of relaxtation.

"and i promise that you will never ever experience a relationship like that again." he pulled back to look at you.

"i know.." you whispered. "i know that because i just want to be with you for eternity."

"then for eternity, you will be cared for by me for forever." he said softly, stroking your hair.

"just you and me forever." he whispered.