#the ONLY actual couples are Parents Who Have Been Married ForEVer and they don't count bc they're over 40:P

[matan4il]

911 ep 709 first watch reactions

The way this ep starts with giving us a clear shot focused on the front, solely on Buck sitting between the man he's dating and the man he's been married to for the past six years, and only on them. XD I'm here for it.

Oh, Bobby. :( Feeling unworthy of his medal, and remembering his dad, and how everything went wrong after he got it. </3

Aaaah. Man, IDK. The openly and explicitly homophobic and racist captain cartoon just feels like an easy target now. Prejudice doesn't seem like it mostly gets expressed that way anymore, and when we only teach people to reject that kind, we not only fail to teach them to recognize subtler forms, we may be misleading them to think those more nuanced ones don't count.

Love Athena trying to "save" Bobby by contacting Amir. I'm always a sucker for a couple where they both save each other.

I enjoyed the little play with "Mother Hen," and I know it's not specifically about Buddie, but it is damn funny that when she's told she's raising more kids, they're the ones the camera focuses on. lol Raising a kid together for 6 years, still a couple of morons in desperate need of parenting from their colleagues. Even when Bobby's "wordless goodbye" moment with Buck is letting him cook for the 118, Eddie's by his side and they're doing it together. I swear, 911 said, "Take note, this is what a marriage looks like" and then just kept hammering the point for 6 seasons now.

Okay, I am pretty sure that, while Bobby's acceptance of Buck's first relationship with a guy, is really lovely, "Because we haven't had to talk about it" is not an actual good criterion for discerning whether someone is good for their partner or not. People whose spouses are abusive don't talk about it, either. :/ I am NOT saying that's Buck and Tommy, because it obviously isn't, it just feels like a line thrown in there to be cutesy, but which isn't actually helpful to people, who might take it too seriously.

I AM GONNA LOL FOREVER. So, just like Buck's bi awakening was all about Eddie, now Eddie's messed up whatever he has with Kim is gonna involve Buck, too? Gotcha. Battlefield boyfriends being off-battlefield boyfriends once more.

So... Buck was going to see Tommy, in an ep where TPTB have already paid for Lou in the role, so might as well use him as much as possible, but instead a non-emergency run in with Eddie's current whatever-Kim-is makes Buck ditch Tommy, and run straight over to Eddie's to help him? Look, I'm obviously a One True Pairing kind of shipper, so Buddie are it for me, as much as I can enjoy and see the value of Buck and Tommy as a stepping stone, and nothing will make me stop shipping Buddie (especially not after the tsunami eps), but 911 is feeding me way too well with how it frames these scenes and stories, I don't think the show's trying to get me to stop.

Man, if anyone's ever had a doubt that Eddie is the world champion at denial, this kitchen scene will def cure that.

"I'm worried about you." "Yeah, I'm worried about me, too." And then Buck, the one person who can ALWAYS penetrate through Eddie's denial wall, no matter how thick it is.

Eh, IDK how much the part where they try to re-define Shannon as the love of Eddie's life works, or how much it just serves to show he's still in denial, just a different kind than before, when Buck got through to him that he can't go on like this with Kim. For one thing, in his little retelling of their dysfunctional r/s, Eddie doesn't mention that Shannon was leaving him a second time, even before she died. Literal denial and repression.

So I'm gonna choose to believe Hen and Karen will get Mara back, because I can't deal with that particular storyline otherwise.

Kim's reaction is too deranged for me. Who does something like that, even if we assume the kindest of intentions? And then Marisol and Christopher's timing... I didn't sign on to watch a soap opera, but I guess I'm getting one free of charge?

"Now you gotta save yourself." If that ain't a painful summary of what growing up means, IDK what is. the conversation with Bobby's dad in his sleep was a good, painful scene, built right, leading to him hopefully getting his closure through saving his wife from a fire, and leaving us with just the right amount of suspension for next week and the season finale, where we'll see if he can let go of his past mistakes without a doppelganger dressing up like his dead wife...

Thank you for reading! If you’re looking for more, you can find my s7 reactions tag here, and more of my Buddie meta and content in my pinned post. xoxox

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Untitled (Arranged Marriage!Yoongi) | Teaser

Pairing: Chaebol/CEO!Yoongi x Fem!Reader, Final!???? x Fem!Reader

Genre: Chaebol(ish)!AU, Arranged Marriage!AU, Yoongi is a big ol' butthead for a while, Humor

Summary: Your husband-to-be, Min Yoongi, is a beautiful, gorgeous, cruel asshole. And his friends are no better.

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: 18+

AN: This has been sitting in my WIPs for a while, and is also 100% @hamsterclaw's fault for driving me insane with her Vows series. It's nowhere near finished and I don't actually have an estimated date to begin posting, but it IS his birthday so....

A special thanks to @madbutgloriouspond and @nabiolive for beta-ing what's been written so far! Love you both always and forever.

Also I HATE coming up with titles so this has none at the moment.

~~~~~

Your first impression of Min Yoongi is that pictures didn't do him justice. There are certainly worse men you could be marrying to get ahead in life, at least from a physical standpoint. If you had met him under other circumstances, you might have been ecstatic.

Unfortunately, your first meeting is to discuss the terms of your engagement and eventual marriage. So that's hiccup number one in terms of establishing some sort of relationship based on mutual affection and attraction.

Hiccup number two is that he is a massive asshole.

You sit wordlessly across from each other in glacial silence as you wait for him to say something, to look at you, to at least fucking acknowledge your presence. But he hasn't so much as glanced your way since your parents and lawyers left the conference room to "allow the new couple a chance to get to know each other," as if this is their idea of a cute first date.

You use the time to study the man you're expected to marry. He's objectively striking with flowing dark hair and smooth, pale skin that has you vaguely wondering about his skincare routine. He almost looks like a doll, and the deathly silence does nothing to dispel the image. Finally, you can't take it anymore.

"So, do you - "

"I'm going to make a few things clear," he cuts you off, and for the first time today he deigns to look you in the eye. His own are dark and beautiful, and the ice in his gaze is matched only by the cold, almost bored quality of his voice. You shut up, too shocked by his rudeness to do anything but stare back.

"I have no interest or desire to be married to you," he says bluntly, stunning you further. "I am doing this out of necessity. Publicly, we'll have to attend events together, but otherwise don't expect me to hold your hand or act like I'm your boyfriend. I have responsibilities that matter, and I don't need you wasting my time with frivolous activities."

It's like the frost radiating from his body is trying to wrap its icy tendrils around your throat, but the flare of irritation at his complete dismissal of you is enough to melt away its bite. Your mind flashes back to the information your investigator had gathered, because you're not stupid enough to agree to marry someone completely blind.

Min Yoongi, 28 years old, only son and heir to Min Hyunsuk, President of Hansol Group. No arrests or convictions on record - at least nothing that couldn't be paid away, probably. He had been speculated to be in a quiet, long-term relationship with his college sweetheart, Kim Yongsun, and his cruel words only add credence to the theory.

You're not an idiot. You weren't expecting some kind of soap opera romance where you and your fiance hit it off and fall madly in love. You would have been satisfied with someone who at least respected you and the partnership, who you could have sex with without wanting to vomit. Those are more than reasonable expectations for a transactional relationship in which both parties are supposed to be benefitting.

Director's boards always seem to think a married man is more reliable than a bachelor, despite half of the assholes having mistresses on the side. You have a niggling feeling that there's some sort of agreement between Yoongi himself and his father, one that stipulates marriage with someone "suitable." Apparently, Yoongi's ex didn't meet his family's standards.

You might have felt bad for the man if he wasn't acting like such a colossal prick before so much as a single hello. Boo-fucking-hoo, he has to marry you instead of the girl he loves. Well, he's the one who made the choice for himself, not you.

You've honed many skills and talents over the years. One of them is being petty to a fault.

So you put the brightest, sweetest smile possible on your face, and for the first time today he wears an expression other than annoyance or bored indifference. He looks surprised.

"As you wish, dear fiance," you reply, saccharine sugar dripping from your voice like poison. "I will put all of my efforts into not inconveniencing you."

His eyes narrow at your tone, but before he can reply, your parents return. You bid a polite farewell, taking great glee in pressing a chaste kiss on Yoongi's cheeks as he gives you a murderous stare, and leave with your father.

"That went very well," he says as you exit the tall glass building, looking satisfied.

"Yes, Yoongi was very charming," you agree pleasantly, resisting the urge to scream when your father nods. He probably wouldn't care if Yoongi hit you behind closed doors as long as it didn't come to light or jeopardize the family name. Or the company's stock prices.

"I'm glad you've finally come around," your father says proudly as your driver pulls up and opens the door for the two of you to get in. "This is the best way you can help our family."

Yeah, I went to business school overseas so I would be a more favorable marriage option to some rich asshole, you think sourly, adjusting the skirt of your dress beneath you so it wouldn't wrinkle. You fucking idiot.

"Of course, father," you reply docilely, folding your hands in your lap as you turn to stare out the window. It galls to swallow down the words you really want to say, but you've long since learned to save your breath.

Besides, it's easier to maneuver when people underestimate you.

~~~~~

One month and one staged set of proposal pictures later, you're having an ostentatious engagement party so Yoongi can show off his new fiancee. Wait fuck that and fuck him, he's attending as your fiance.

Neither of you are particularly interested in the event, but hell hath no fury like a set of parents who want to show everyone how picture perfect their kids' lives are. And by extension, their own.

You idly wonder if he'll be able to pull off even a modicum of boyfriend behavior, considering he's been just as standoffish every other time you've seen him since that horrible first meeting. He'd once rolled his eyes when you had the audacity to ask how his family was doing, because fuck you for trying to make the best of what's rapidly becoming an incredibly painful situation.

So, because you know it infuriates him, you always greet him with a hug and a kiss he has to reciprocate because others are watching. The veiled fury in his eyes is the only thing that gets you through the meetings.

Plus he has quite kissable lips, which you discovered during the obligatory kiss picture during the proposal shoot. It had actually been quite pleasant to be cradled in his arms, his soft rose petal lips pressed against yours. At least, until you remembered who was holding you.

You're inspecting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup when your phone buzzes.

Yoonyoon I'm here. Hurry up.

God he is such a dick. Giving his phone contact a stupid nickname was the best idea you'd ever had.

You Of course, babe <3

He doesn't respond, of course, and you slip on your heels before leaving your apartment and taking the elevator down. Your eyes fall on the sleek, dark gray car in front of the building and you make your way towards it.

Yoongi is on his phone, and he doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the passenger's seat.

"Took you long enough," he says boredly, as if you hadn't left your unit as soon as you got his message. You take a deep breath and count to ten before pasting a smile on your face.

"Sorry babe, I just wanted to look good for you," you coo obnoxiously, relishing in the way his lips purse together in irritation. He turns to face you, face irate.

"I thought I told you not to - " he shuts up abruptly, eyes widening slightly as he takes you in. His gaze flickers down your body before it settles back to your face, and he looks stunned, like he's never seen you before.

Actually, now that you think about it, this might be the first time he's really looked at you. The night of your engagement party. How hilariously sad.

"Something the matter?" you ask, half expecting him to tell you you look like shit. Your voice seems to snap him back to his senses, and he turns forward again, foot hitting the gas so hard your back thumps into the leather back of your seat.

Asshole.

~~~~~

[pilferingapples]

Les Mis and ATLA

oh wow unexpected !

..Ok so! Les Mis basically happens in the aftermath of France's own attempts to Take Over the World, Empire-Style; so going with that! AtLA -verse , in the immediate aftermath/years following Zuko's coronation!

(disclaimer: I am in no way an AtLA Lore Expert; this is about Vibes. I'm sure it'll contradict like nine billion points of canon that I don't know. )

..you know what I can come up with backstories and all for Valjean and Javert etc but lbr this is AtLA -verse, people over 40 exist to be Mentors and Background characters , this one is about the Fantine , the Amis, and Patron-Minette

also I guess at some point Marius and Cosette will like...exist but they'll be Very Children ; Marius is probably all of five at the start here and Cosette's only going to be born in the early years of Zuko's rule so

-Fantine:

one of the uncounted and uncountable war orphans left by decades of world war. Her background is entirely unknown, even to her; grew up in a little border colony. Post-war, she's made her way to the Fire Nation capital to find a better life and new friends. Her story is about the ground-level struggle for the least powerful people in her society so there's a better sense of what the political maneuvering is in reaction to (and she'll be part of it by like the middle of the first season? yeah, I'm thinking big Main Character energy for her in this)

-The Amis are Mostly Teenagers but that's never stopped anyone in the AtLA-verse from being plot relevant!

- Enjolras, Courfeyrac and Prouvaire are from important Families in whatever part of the Fire Nation equates to "the South". Like a lot of children from such families, they were sent to Capital City to be hostages guaranteeing their families' loyalty learn the necessary leadership skills for people of their rank (and be hostages guaranteeing their families' loyalty). This has of course given them lots of time to hang out together and bounce around ideas about how (a) the Current Regime Sucks and (b) the Nation could do Better. Enjolras is an ace firebender and fighter, Courfeyrac is one of the best swordfighters in their class, and Prouvaire...is a poet. Who has a lot of Spirit-World visions.

-Feuilly is part of the small (non-literal) army of artisans responsible for all the artistic flourishes that make Capital City and especially the palace grand and imposing and the living propaganda piece it needed to be during the war. Friends with Enjolras, Courfeyrac and Prouvaire since they were all kids, united by mutual outrage that their country is Like This. With the war over, they're all hoping to grab the chance to see the new government won't ever repeat the (horrifying, almost world-ending) faults of the old.

- Bahorel is the only fire-bender in his farming family--the only remaining firebender, anyway, because his parents made sure he kept that secret, because peasant kids with firebending don't get trained to be elite guards, they get chucked into ships and tanks to server as engine fuel-makers, and his family was not having their kid used that way. Now that the draft is not a thing anymore, though, he's free to let loose and maybe check out the Other Options for an energetic youth who wants to hit things with fires.

- Joly and Combeferre have been friends since they both got funneled into the Fire Nation's version of the Polytechnic; they were fully expecting to be battlefield medics and are incredibly relieved that's not their immediate future, and very excited at the idea that maybe now they can focus on some Exciting Theories They've been Developing About--

--Legle and Grantaire are just in the city because their parents moved there in the last few years, and the two of them fell in together. They managed to get less of the brainwashing school than most kids their age and class by virtue of just. Not Going. Slacking Off For Greater Justice!

TOGETHER THEY FIGHT CRIME ORGANIZE A POPULAR MOVEMENT FOR A MORE DEMOCRATIC FIRE NATION, so the country won't be plunged into another 100 year war the next time some Fire Lord gets a bug up his cloak

but Can They Succeed when the Patron-Minette, the old regime's hit squad, is trying to undermine them at every turn and destabilize the new government's efforts at peaceful relations with other Nations ? Will Our Heroes figure out who's behind these reactionary efforts? Is Javert just gonna be a comic-relief heavy? DO WE HAVE GUINEA PIGS?? WHO KNOWS but we know there WILL be lots of awesome fight sequences and everyone will get a chance to Unlock More True potential and like with a cast roster like this and only two known Benders, there will be at least a few people discovering their True Gifts etc

plus lots of trippy Spirit World storylines ! Whooo!

[maraudersmap123]

The Arrangement (Draco Malfoy)

Summary - Draco Malfoy is forced into an arranged marriage by his parents after the war, will he ever be able to love her or will they forever be pretending.

Warning - Mentions of sex and affairs. Draco’s an arse to begin with. Not been proofread yet.

Word count - 6,997

Reading time - 25 mins

***

Draco had always known that he would marry young, and furthermore that this marriage would be within very little of his control. It felt as though his parents had written out his betrothal before he was even born, actually, he knew this was most likely true.

A pureblood marriage was expected of him, and his parents wouldn't risk that he threw away their family name on someone not worth it. So they had written up an agreement with one of Narcissa's close friends from school before their children had even been born.

Though the L/n family were only half Slytherin's, their name and bloodline were respectable enough that this didn't matter. Y/n L/n had known Draco her entire life, though she never particularly liked him. She had actually assumed that her betrothal was to Theodore Nott, so the news had come as quite the shock.

After the war, most weddings were postponed, and very few couples were getting engaged, deciding to prioritise healing from the traumatic few years everyone had just fought through rather than tying themselves down on paper. The Malfoy family however decided to do quite the opposite. Their name had lost almost all the respect it had before the war, and though the family had avoided imprisonment, their lives had been all but destroyed in the aftermath.

They decided, alongside the L/n family who wished to help their old friends, that now would be the time to unite their two children. The L/ns had been famously neutral in the war, and the Malfoys knew that this stance would make them look good now everything was over.

"I want you to know that I don't want this" Draco whispered in her ear one evening when the families had come together to have a meal at the Malfoy home. "I don't want you"

That night set the precedent for the beginning of their marriage. They were married within 2 months of finishing their retaken last year at Hogwarts, and only a year and a half after the war ended. It was a nice wedding by all definitions, the late summer air made for a comfortable heat and the money the pair had between them ensured it was beautiful, the only fault was that they didn't love one another. The pair moved into Malfoy's manor and his parents moved into one of their many other houses. Y/n had hoped that Draco would perhaps be a bit more friendly towards her after the wedding. She had been more wrong than she could ever have known.

The house was large enough that she barely saw him. They didn't sleep in the same room, in fact, she didn't even know which room he did sleep in. She was sure this was exactly how he liked it. She knew where she wasn't wanted, but she also knew that she couldn't leave. So she simply did the best she could to be neither seen nor heard.

***

After a few months at Malfoy's manor little had changed, Draco would put on a facade when their parents would visit, only to drop it all as soon as they were left alone yet again. His attitude towards her had only gotten colder. She had quickly come to realise that before her there had been someone else, someone she was sure he still loved. And she started to accept that this was the way it was going to be. They would barely see one another and when they did he would treat her with contempt, but she could ignore it.

"Mother and father are having a Christmas ball here next week, I've told them it'll be no problem and that we'll prepare the house for it," he told her one evening over dinner, the first they had shared in months. She had looked up at him, the pair sitting on opposite ends of the very long table. Swallowing her food she nodded slowly.

"Okay" an awkward silence fell back over the table and his eyes shifted away from her. "This must be the first one they've had in years"

"I don't see how that's any of your concern" he mumbled, had the room not been dead silent she would never have heard him. This was no different to their other interactions, also awkward and cold maybe even borderline cruel.

"I was just trying to make conversation" she responded quietly.

"The house is big enough that we don't have to suffer through unnecessary conversation" she knew that he wanted nothing more than for her to disappear into the walls and never show herself again, and she found herself wishing she could do so.

The week before the ball passed like every other. She met her friends the day before, putting on a brave face and pretending that her life was going well. Nobody knew that she was feeling more hopeless than she ever had, which said a lot for a survivor of a war. She had felt the wards around the manor shift almost every night that week, and could only assume that her husband was seeking out the love of another woman. Or at least she hoped he was the one seeking it out and that this woman wasn't in her house.

On the day of the party, she pushed the thought of the affair to the back of her mind, busying herself with getting the house ready for what she expected was a big night. The house-elves had been doing most of the work through the week however she felt it necessary to complete the finishing touches herself, giving the house-elves the day off.

"What are you doing through here" the familiar voice of Draco rung through the kitchen, her head spinning to look towards the door where he was standing. She noticed he was only in a towel, his hair dripping wet.

"I'm just getting the last bits and pieces ready for tonight," she told him with an awkward smile. "the ballroom is already prepared, and the food, so there's just a few things left to do"

"Why don't you have the house-elves do it, you need to get ready," he told her as he moved around her and towards the sink.

"Well they've been working very hard this week, I thought I'd give them a day off" his head snapped towards her when he heard her explanation

"Sorry what" he snapped, she knew straight away that he wasn't happy with her decision. "You're telling me that you've dismissed our house elves on the day of our first function not only since the war but also as a couple"

"They were tired, they've been working all week" she repeated, trying to have him see sense.

"That's what they are here for, it's their job. Call them back and have them get the last bits and pieces ready" he told her before once again turning his back on her.

"It's really no problem, I'll be done in no time and I really think they need the -"

"I told you to call them back, they are my house-elves, or have you forgotten" his voice rose drastically as he clearly grew frustrated with the woman in front of him.

"They are my house-elves as well. Because this is also my home, or have you forgotten" she responded quickly. Her voice was almost as cold as his for the first time since they had married.

"This will never be your house, not as long as you're taking the place of the woman I love"

A stunned silence fell over the room as she worked out what she could possibly say to rebut his words, but no matter how much she thought there was nothing she could come up with. He eventually scoffed before further making his way out of the room.

"Go and get ready, the guests will start arriving in a few hours and I don't need them to see you doing house-elf work"

***

The ball had begun. It had been around an hour since the first guests arrived, and now almost everyone invited was in the manor. Their parents had been some of the first to arrive, their mothers gushing over how beautiful and happy the new couple looked. The entire situation made Y/n want to be sick. The food was yet to be served, so she busied herself with her friends and as much wine as she could drink while remaining classy, wanting to stay as far away from her husband and their argument as she could.

"Is everything okay Y/n," her close friend from school Eloise asked as they stood in the entry hall surrounded by a few other friends, the sound of the ballroom music muffled by the wall that separated them from the busy room.

"Ye of course why wouldn't it be"

“You just seem a bit off is all” their other friend Anna stated with furrowed brows.

"I'm fine honestly, it's just been a stressful day, having our first ball and everything" she assured them and the small group just gave her a small smile. "Anyway, I'd better be getting back to the ballroom, Draco will be looking for me"

She stood up and made her way back through the entrance hall and towards the ballroom, assuming that her friends weren't following them when she heard their voices growing distant.

as she entered the room she spied her husband talking to a young woman at one of the faraway tables. She was a beautiful girl, and Y/n realised that she actually recognised her. It was Astoria Greengrass, the younger sister of Daphne Greengrass. All throughout school Astoria has been undeniably in love with Draco and everyone knew it. Though at the time he always turned her down, claiming she was too young, something had obviously changed now that he was 20 and she was 18. Perhaps it had started during his last year at school, now she thought about it she could remember the pair being together quite regularly in those last few months.

Draco's eyes finally landed on his wife, his expression not changing at all when his eyes met her own which were already watching him. He quickly turned back to the younger witch and Y/n just sighed, turning the find someone to talk to. Within only a few seconds of walking around the hall she was stopped by Narcissa, who it seemed had watched the interaction between her son, his wife, and his mistress.

"You truly do look lovely this evening darling," Narcissa said with a smile "such a flattering dress"

"Thank you Mrs Malfoy, how is your evening going," she asked politely, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind her ear as Narcissa began to talk.

"- and please, call me Narcissa, we are family after all" she only caught the end part of her mother-in-law's response, having been distracted by the eyes that she could feel boring into her back.

"Of course, Narcissa" the older woman looked down at her with a sad look in her eyes, and she was sure that the witch knew everything that was going on in their marriage, even if she had never been told.

"We're happy to have you in our family Y/n. I know that Draco can be challenging at times, and I know that we haven't exactly set you up for success. But I want you to know that Lucius and I, well we are happy to have you in this family, and one day he will be too" she said quietly, ensuring that nobody could hear. The younger woman simply nodded in appreciation, though she didn't believe it.

She felt a hand press against her shoulder and someone stepping into place beside her, their arm wrapping around her waist. She knew it was Draco almost instantaneously.

"How are you enjoying the party mother" His voice sounded different when he was talking to his mum, it sounded nice. She just wished he could talk to her like that.

"Very well, thank you Draco. I was just talking to your wife about how beautiful she looks tonight, doesn't she just" maybe she had been imagining it, but Y/n could have sworn that Narcissa had put emphasis on the word wife. It seemed Draco had heard it too as he straightened up at the word.

"Of course mother" just as the words slipped past his lips, their first dance song started. Narcissa began to smile and expressed that she found the song beautiful and that she was glad the pair had chosen it. "Dance with me"

The pair made their way to the dance floor which was littered with many couples who were beginning to slow dance, her parents among them. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand's restings on the small of her back. While hers wrapped around his neck. They stared at one another for just a second before she looked down at his dark green patterned tie.

They didn't say a word for what felt like forever, but he pulled her in ever so slightly closer, her body being pressed against his own.

"Is that her?" she whispered, "Astoria Greengrass, is she the one that you love"

"Ye, ye she is" he answered just as quietly, she finally looked back up at him and for the first time since they had married over three months ago, she could see some guilt in his eyes for the way in which he was treating her. She just gave him a small smile, having very little to actually say to the man.

"I'm sorry you aren't married to her instead, I know you wish you were" he never responded, their most civil conversation to date ending.

The night carried on with very little interaction between the two, and eventually people started to leave. As the house found itself more and more empty, Y/n allowed herself to escape to the kitchen. Pouring herself a particularly large glass of red wine she settled down at the kitchen island, taking a gulp and leaning back in the chair.

"Well if it isn't Y/n L/n" the voice of Roger Davies drifted across the large kitchen. She turned her head slowly to look at the tall man leaning against the door frame, looking at her with a small smile. "Or should I say Y/n Malfoy"

"Please don't" she laughed as the boy she was once very well acquainted with walked towards her, sitting next to her and pouring his own glass from the bottle.

"Really, trouble in paradise already?" he asked, placing his glass down on the table after taking a drink. The couple had dated briefly after he left school and she was about to go into her 6th year. They had been friends for years due to being in the same house, but it wasn't until they went on holiday together that things had progressed. He ended things when she went back to school, telling her she was too young. Apparently, she and Astoria had a lot more in common than just Draco Malfoy.

"There was no paradise for there to be trouble in to begin with," she told him with a small smile, to which he only nodded in understanding. He was after all also a pureblood, and though it may have been the Slytherins that had the reputation regarding arranged marriages, the pureblood Ravenclaws certainly knew what it was like. The majority of them had also been subjected to them after all.

"Does it get better?" she asked quietly

"Sort of," he told her taking another drink from his glass. Roger had married less than a year after the pair broke things off, at the time it had broken her heart.

"He's seeing someone else, says he loves her," she said with very little emotion behind her voice.

"I was seeing someone else after I first got married. Now it's Margot seeing someone" he told her in a similar tone. He finally allowed his eyes to roam around the room, a small smile gracing his face. "You've got a lovely house"

"Thank you." the conversation went quiet for a moment and she felt his eyes on the side of her face "Would you do it again, see someone else" she turned to look at him and he held her eyes. He had always been a very attractive man, but still the few years they hadn't seen one another had done him good. He was taller and his shoulders broader. Before she knew what was going on he had placed his lips upon her own, his hands framing her face. She kissed back happily, desperate for somebody to love her again.

"I would do it again" he whispered into her mouth before kissing her again.

***

Though it seemed impossible after the ball Y/n had seen even less of Draco than before. They had shared a short kiss on New Year as they were with many of their friends and family and it would look suspicious if they never. However, since that night she had barely seen him. She had spent more nights at rogers in the new year than she had her own, and she was sure her presence at Malfoy manor wasn't missed. She also hadn't seen Roger's wife the entire time. He told her that much like them she was in the arms of another man, in another house.

"I missed you" he whispered into the air one night. She was lying in his arms, playing with his fingers, as they caught their breaths. She pulled the blanket up over her naked body and he pulled her into him, rubbing his hand over her shoulder blades.

"I missed you to rog," she told him. They had been doing this for a few months now, and though it was everything she had once been so adamantly against she was happy. The April sun had set, and she realised that they had been at his house for well over 24 hours.

"I'd better get going, Draco will realise I'm not home and start wondering," she told the older boy with a sad smile.

"Does he not know?" he asked, placing his hands on the side of his head and watching her as she pulled herself from the bed.

"I mean I'm sure he will have assumed," she told him "but no I've not explicitly told him"

"Have you two been together yet?" he said without catching her eyes.

"No, and we've only kissed 2 times," she told him

"I do hope that one day things are better for us," he told her and she just gave him a small sad "I just wish we'd been lucky enough that they put us together"

"Me too Roger, me too" within a few minutes she had flooed from his house straight into her own, making her way from the living room to the kitchen and jumping slightly when she saw the back of Draco facing the fridge.

"Draco," she said quietly as she entered the room, trying not to startle him. He turned around quickly, his eyes roaming over her as he realised it was just her.

"Y/n" he mumbled, turning back around to the fridge and pulling out the bowl of salad she had prepared a few days prior and set it down on the kitchen island, pulling out the chair and starting to eat.

"How's your day been," she asked, stepping further into the room and leaning against the counter across from him.

"Alright, I'm thinking about getting a job at the ministry. Had an interview today" he told her. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and he just nodded "Ye I'm starting to get a bit bored around here"

"That's understandable. How do you think it went" she asked him

"Alright, don't know if I'll get it though, given my family's history" he responded, putting a forkful of the salad into his mouth.

"I'm sure if the interview went well they'll give you the job" he looked up at her after she finished talking.

"Where have you been off to most nights the last couple of months?" he asked her after a few moments. She stopped the shock from showing on her face and decided to pour herself a glass of water.

"Just been visiting a friend," she told him nonchalantly

"A friend?" he asked her with raised eyebrows, seeing through her lie,

"I'm not doing anything that you aren't," she told him simply

"Who is he," he asked, his tone indicating that he couldn't care less what the answer was, but Y/n suspected from his facial expressions that this wasn't as true as he likely wished it was.

"Roger Davies"

"I remember when you two went out in school. Isn't he married" he asked and Y/n scoffed at his response.

"Aren't we married Draco" he just shrugged his shoulders.

And things continued like that for months. She continued seeing Roger, and he continued seeing Astoria. They would see one another in the halls or the kitchen and sometimes he would be civil with her and other times he would fight with her. She never knew which it would be and after a certain amount of time, she decided that he was likely taking the frustrations he felt towards Astoria out on her. Because it would now be far too easy for Astoria to leave him, whereas she simply couldn't.

It was coming up to a year since they had gotten married. And though they likely would have done very little to celebrate the date, their parents had invited them out for a dinner at one of the restaurants in wizarding London. They of course had accepted the offer, knowing that neither of their parents would allow them not to go.

It was the middle of the night a few weeks before their anniversary when she awoke. She had a nightmare, one very similar to those she had directly after the war and decided she needed a glass of cold water. Getting up from her bed she pulled a jumper over herself and made her way out of the room and down the hall. The kitchen was expectantly empty and she thanked merlin for it, she couldn't deal with Draco's moods at the moment.

Pouring herself a glass and adding a few bits of ice she sat down at the island that was starting to be the busiest part of the house and had a sip, resting her head on her hand. She hadn't been sitting down for even a minute when she heard feet padding down the stairs, it only took her a second to realise that it wasn't just Draco's feet.

Before she could escape the kitchen door opened and in walked her husband and his mistress, into her house. She stared at the pair in disbelief and Draco looked back, clearly not pleased at getting caught. The fire was on the other side of the kitchen from them, and only a few feet away from where she was sitting. Based on Astoria's eyes regularly shooting behind her to look at the fireplace she could only assume that this is what they were here for, either he was saying goodbye before she flooed home, or he was joining her.

The awkward tension in the room never faltered, and after a moment of everyone just looking at one another she just let out a dry laugh.

"If you want to use our fireplace go right ahead," she said, picking up her glass and once again taking a sip "don't let his wife stop you"

"Y/n don't" Draco warned in a low voice, Astoria now doing everything in her power to avoid her eye as she quickly made her way over to the fireplace in question.

"Can I ask you a question Astoria?" she asked her, and though the question was to be cold and everyone knew it, her voice held an eerily neutral tone.

"I guess" the younger girl answered awkwardly, Draco by this point was glaring daggers into his wife.

"What do you get out of fucking a married man, I mean you're 18 years old, single, and could have almost anyone you want. I know I do it because I'm stuck in a marriage I never wanted, and so is he. Neither of us really have much of a choice when it comes to the affair thing. But you, why do you do it?" she asked, tilting her head as she studied the girl in front of her. It was clear she was uncomfortable, but who wouldn't be. "I'd never have dreamt of getting involved in all this shit when I was 18"

Whether or not Astoria responded or not was outwith her knowledge, the next thing she knew Draco's fist had come down hard on the counter as he stood in front of her, the kitchen now holding only the two of them once more. She had never seen him look so angry.

"What the fuck was that" he demanded, and she decided she would actually rather he was yelling at her. Because this tone was much worse than any volume his voice could reach.

"I can't deal with you like this right now Draco, we'll talk about it in the morning. Or whenever we next happen to bump into one another in the halls" she responded simply and his jaw dropped at her response.

"Who do you think you are," he asked her once again, his voice only getting angrier.

"I think I'm your wife," she told him coldly "and I think your wife deserves to get a glass of water in her house and not have to bump into the 18-year-old mistress in the kitchen who just got done fucking her husband"

"I had sex with my ex-girlfriend in my house" he roared, obviously losing his patience with her. She didn't know when but at some point she watched the glass falling from the table and shatter beside them "the same way you fuck your ex-boyfriend in-"

"In his house, never this one. I've never had anyone in this house because I at least respect you enough for that" she told him, finally standing up and looking at him face on.

"I think you need to remember that this is a marriage of convenience. I have never and will never love you, how could I when I have Astoria waiting for me. So maybe you need to get used to the fact that she's around because she always will be. As long as you're in this house, she will be too"

"Trust me Draco, I hate and resent you more than you ever could me. Because I went into this, though just as heartbroken as you were, with an ounce of hope that maybe we could make this work in some way. Only you made it clear from day one that you would do everything in your power to make each day of my life worse than the one before. Well, I hope you relish the fact that you have done just that" he stared at her for a few moments before turning and leaving the room.

She sighed as a tear fell down her face. She hated him, everything about him. And deep down she felt a bit of pity for Astoria for having to put up with it. She looked down at the million pieces of broken glass on the cold floor, more tears started falling and for a reason she couldn't quite explain they didn't stop. Kneeling down to start picking up the glass she heard a house-elf rushing over to her and starting to clean up the mess.

"I'm sorry, we just had a bit of an argument is all. I'm sorry if we woke you" she babbled, a soft sob escaping her mouth as she again went to pick up more of the glass.

"It's alright miss, I'll clean it up" the small elf's hands covered hers before gently pushing them away from the sharp pieces. She knelt back on her feet, her face falling into her hands as she attempted to calm her breathing and stop crying.

"Thank you Veeney, but how about you go to bed. I'll deal with it" Draco's voice drifted quietly from the door once again.

"Yes master"

before she could get herself away from him he knelt down beside her and pulled her into his chest, placing his hand on the back of her head as he tried to calm her down. She assumed he had magicked away the broken glass because when she placed her hand firmly on the floor she didn't feel anything sharp cutting her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he whispered in her ear and she just decided not to respond, not trusting her voice and already being embarrassed enough that he saw her in such a state. His hand ran gently down over her head, mumbling apologies into the awkward air.

"I'm going to stay with roger for a bit, I can't be in this house anymore," she told him after a few minutes and he just nodded. She pulled away from him and did the best she could to avoid his eyes, making her way quickly over to the fireplace and leaving him kneeling on their kitchen floor.

***

She had stayed away from the manor for almost a whole week. It wasn't until she remembered their anniversary, and consequential anniversary dinner that she realised she would have to go back. Though she was sure he wouldn't care if she missed the day, she knew for certain that her parents would.

"Hello Veeney, would you be able to inform Draco that I'm back?" she asked as she stepped out of the fireplace, brushing her hands over her trousers to rid them of any dust

"Of course ma'am"

She had started getting ready for the evening as soon as she had entered her room, locking it quickly behind her to ensure she wasn't bothered. She hadn't wanted to come back at all, and she knew that if she had her way she would never enter the dreaded house ever again. But that wasn't ever going to be an option. She had the chance to reject that future a year ago today and failed to do so, that was just something she was going to have to accept.

After finishing getting ready she finally braced herself and made her way out of the room, making sure her bag had everything she needed in it and that her hair looked okay. Carefully walking down the stairs in her heels she spied Draco standing waiting in the foyer. He turned to look at her when he heard her approaching, and though she never noticed his expression his face lit up ever so slightly when he lay eyes on her. Deep down he had started to feel ever so slightly lonely with her not in the house. He had grown used to hearing her in the halls or bumping into her in the kitchen.

"How are you," he asked with as much kindness in his voice as he could muster. He had been feeling far more guilty than he ever would have expected when she was gone, so much so that he had gone as far as telling Astoria they had to take a break.

"I'm fine, how are you?" she said quietly once she reached the bottom of the stairs, her voice strained.

"Alright. We should get going, we are meeting them at the restaurant and the table is reserved for half an hour's time" he told her and she just nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile. She could tell her was trying to be nice to her, at least in comparison to what he used to treat her like.

The dinner passed relatively painlessly, mostly occupied with small talk and pleasantries. Draco's father asked around halfway through the meal whether the two had started thinking about kids. Both had been shocked by the question. Y/n hadn't known that it would be expected of them so soon, hoping they'd have a few years more before having to worry about that. But apparently, she'd been wrong.

"We've decided we're going to take things slow, we are only 21" Draco answered for them, having her hand a small squeeze on the table. He had taken her hand almost as soon as they had sat down, and had barely let go since.

"It's important of course that you see the reason behind this union, and that you do your best to prioritise that purpose" Lucius continued on, earning a warning glance from his wife.

"That's enough, they are still young they have time" Narcissa stated with a smile towards her Daughter-in-law

"I have to say I agree with Lucius" her dad's voice interrupted, her mother looking down clearly wishing to stay out of it all.

"Father please, can't we talk about something else," Y/n said, trying to change the conversation. She was sure that the parents hadn't thought for a second that the married couple hadn't even had sex yet, let alone considered having kids.

"It really is important that the pair of continue our blood-lines, what a waste it would be if you were unable to do so" his father continued

"We have decided that we are going to wait, it may not be much of a concern for you guys but we would like to have a healthy marriage before we introduce any children into the mess that we've been thrown into" Draco interrupted the conversation, his mother looking at him with a sad look in his eyes. She looked over at her husband, her eyebrows raised in surprise at the interaction. It was possibly the last thing she had expected to be said, especially by them.

"I'm sure they are able to make this decision for themselves, they will know what's best," her mother said with a gentle tone, giving her daughter a smile.

The rest of the meal went by relatively fast, Mr Malfoy clearly doing his best to ignore his son's outburst. By the end of the dinner, they were wishing their parents well and exiting the restaurant. It had grown dark outside, the streets being far emptier than they had been when they entered. Music could be heard playing from one of the bars behind them and a slight wind blew over the street.

To her surprise, he slipped his arms out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, holding her hand in his own.

"They can't see us Draco" she reminded him as they rounded a corner, Gringotts displaying itself a few feet ahead. "I'd like to talk to you when we get in" She didn't know what to say, so she simply nodded her head in agreement.

Within 15 minutes they were back in their kitchen, and she slipped the jacket off and lay it on the kitchen counter. Exiting the room she made her way towards the living room, and sat herself down on one of the couches, assuming Draco was following her. It was funny, she had lived in this house for a year now and had been in the living room no more than 7 times. Her assumption was correct when a few seconds later Draco entered the room, closing the door behind him and moving over to sit beside her.

"I'd like to apologise again for what I said that night in the kitchen, I was angry and wanted to hurt your feelings. It was unacceptable" he started and she just nodded her head in acknowledgement "And I want to apologise for all of the other times over the last year were I've treated you as though you don't belong here, or that you aren't welcome in the family"

"It's okay Draco, it's a complicated situation and I'm sure many men would react worse than you have" she assured him, providing him with a small smile that he didn't return "I'm sorry for talking to Astoria in the way that I did, I understand now that she loves you just the same as you love her and that this has nothing really to do with me, I'm just an unfortunate participant. It is your life at the end of the day, and if she makes you happier then I'm okay with her being here"

The room fell silent for a moment before she decided to once again continue.

"I know that we would be going against our parent's wishes and that we would possibly be disowned for doing so, but if you want a divorce Draco, I'd be willing to give you one" she whispered, a tear threatening to leave her eye at just the thought of how humiliating such a situation would be for them both "or I could move out and live with rog in his hou-"

"I don't want a divorce," he told her simply, she let out a small 'oh' in surprise

"Is that not what you want to talk about?" she asked him, confusion laced in her voice

"No, it's not. I think we both know that a divorce would essentially ruin us. Not to mention our families. Of course, if it's what you want then I won't stop you" he said and she nodded her head in agreement. As much as she wished it was possible for them to just divorce she knew they couldn't, not really.

"Okay, so what's wrong?" she asked, crossing her legs.

"I want us to give this marriage an actual shot," he said and she couldn't help her jaw falling open in shock "I've ended things with Astoria. I never really gave us the chance to work, and who knows maybe we could."

"Draco-"

"It's not far fetched that it could one day. Mum and dad grew to love one another, so why can't we if we just try our best. This house has been pretty cold this last year, and I don't want that for the rest of our lives" he explained before she could shoot him down and she smiled at him, nodding her head.

"Ye, I think that's a good idea. I don't see the harm in trying, and we never did try"

"I missed you when you weren't here," he told her gently "truly I did, this house feels empty without you in it"

10 Years Later

"Scorpius you need to put your toys back in the box once you're done with them, your dad has already told you," She said as she entered the living room, looking around at the mess on the floor as her small son sat on the couch watching a film.

"Mummy, I know" he mumbled, his eyes trained on the muggle TV.

"How about we clean them up together before daddy gets home, I don't think he'd be too happy to see such a mess two days in a row" the 5-year-old seemed to ponder his mum's words as he looked up at her, eventually nodding his head and making his way onto the floor to start putting his toys into their box.

"When are we next going to granny and grandad's," he asked when she knelt down next to him, helping him clean up.

"This weekend baby, we are going to tell them that you're going to be a big brother remember. Both your Granny's and Grandad's will be there, and all of our friends too. All your favourite people who don't know yet" he started giggling when he remembered and she smiled down at him, messing up his hair with her free hand.

"What's so funny little man" a voice came from the doorway, and both turned around to look at the tall man leaning against the door.

"Granny doesn't know about mummies baby" he giggled again "It's a secret" Draco chuckled slightly at his son's response, finding enjoyment in the odd things that children found funny.

"She will soon buddy, but ye right now it's a secret," he told the little boy, entering the room fully, placing his briefcase on the coffee table, and sitting down on the couch closest to his family.

"How was your day darling?" she asked the older Malfoy heir, patting his knee gently before turning and putting the last of the toys away.

"Oh alright, things are pretty busy with the quidditch world cup in a few weeks. Did I tell you that Marietta Edgecombe is getting married?" he responded, offering his hand to help her up.

"I'm not sure, either you did or maybe it was Eloise or Anna. They were very envious of her" she told him, sitting down next to him and smiling when their son climbed up into his father's lap.

"And what have you been up to today bud" his attention turned to the little boy in his lap who was clearly trying to get his attention.

"I helped mummy make cookies for Veeney, because she said Veeney was working hard last week because of our party" he rambled, shuffling about as Draco smiled at him, brushing a piece of hair out of his eyes.

"That's right, Veeney has been very busy. Well done for making her cookies I'm sure she'll really appreciate them" he praised him, and seemingly happy with the interaction Scorpius jumped out of his father's hold and ran out of the door, presumably to get the cookies to show him.

"How is he still so energetic" he laughed and she let out a tired sigh

"Tell me about it" he pressed a kiss to her nose before quickly following it up with a longer one to her lips.

"daddy stop that, leave her alone" the horrified voice of Scorpius rang through the room as he ran back in, both adults falling into laughter as they looked at their son who stood disgusted at their love.

[possiamo-andare]

Just You (3)

JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)

MASTERLIST

word count: 5k

a/n: I can't believe it's been eight months since I updated this fic. y'all are probably dead by now and this will prolly get no notes lmao but I finally wrote the next chapter and it's so good in my opinion so please don't be too mad. enjoy!

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Y/N needed complete silence when she was reading. If she didn’t, it was almost impossible for her to even read one page. As a child, in a room full of other screaming children, Y/N found it almost impossible to read. Most of her teachers misread this difficulty with an inability to read, which was not the case. This miscommunication actually worked in Y/N’s favour because the extra attention resulted in a greater love for reading. Y/N soon found herself reading everyday and even found it hard to put down a book. When she couldn’t get a physical copy of a book, she then went online and delved into a world where people created their own worlds and fantasies for their readers. Reading had become one of Y/N’s favourite hobbies and she could do it for hours.

Unfortunately, tonight was different. At around 6pm, just as Y/N picked up a book to read, loud music began to play from a distance. At first, Y/N tried to ignore it but soon, like mentioned before, the music began to get louder, and Y/N could not focus on the words before her. The more she tried to focus, the more distracted she became by the music. Soon, she could focus on nothing but the blaring music coming from across the street. Finally, after ten minutes of pure agony, Y/N got up from her bed and stormed down the stairs of her home. Her face is red with anger, and she desperately wants to know who the hell thinks playing loud music on a Tuesday night is acceptable. Unfortunately, she knows the answer the second she enters her kitchen.

Her parents are laughing with each other as they make their favourite snack. Every night, her parents make their favourite foods together as a way to unwind and talk about their day. Sometimes they shared it with Y/N and her siblings but on nights where her siblings were out with their friends and Y/N was the only one home, they usually just spent time with each other. Y/N hesitated for a moment and smiled to herself, thinking about how sweet her parents truly are. She wonders if the person she marries will have this type of relationship with her. She wonders, years from now, how she will look back on her time in OBX. She hopes she looks back with fondness. The moment is ruined though because her mother quickly looks up from the stove, a toothy grin on her face.

“Hello darling.” Y/N’s mother chirps. She reads her daughter's distraught face and since she can hear the music too, she knows why her daughter is upset. Without even letting Y/N speak, she answers the question clearly in her daughter's mind. “Ward Cameron’s son, Rafe, is throwing a party across the street. You can go if you want.”

Y/N snorts. “That boy has been rudely staring at me since we got here, and you think I should go to his house?”

This time, Y/N’s father turns around from the cabinet. “I hear JJ’s gonna be there.” There’s a small smirk on his face and it instantly grabs Y/N’s attention.

She tried to brush it off. “Well, I don’t really like loud music.”

Y/N’s mother scoffs. “Yes, you do.”

Y/N nods, tucking her hair behind her ears. She knows that if there’s even a hint of JJ being at the party, she wants to go. “You’re right, I do.”

Y/N had not been to a party in years. The last time she had it was in her first year of high school. She had just moved to that new school only weeks before and had made only a couple of friends. The friends she did make were nice and invited her to a party. The party was okay, and she enjoyed herself, but she was very awkward because she barely knew anyone. She promised that from now on, she would only go to parties where she knew more than one person. Now, she found herself breaking that rule just to see JJ.

Since Y/N was in her pajamas, she ran back up to her room to change. She didn’t want to waste too much time picking out clothes to wear so she quickly looked through her closet and found a white sundress with small blue flowers decorating the material. She had never worn this dress and, when she first bought it, was unsure if she liked it because it was shorter than what she was used to but now, she was glad she did.

She lay her sundress on her bed for a moment and turned to her mirror, where she kept a cabinet full of makeup. Before she even put on any makeup, she looked back up in the mirror for the second time. As she finally had a chance to breathe, she realized her breath was unsteady and her hands were shaking. It was hard for Y/N to put herself out there. Most times, she was afraid of the rejection, or even at the fact that the friends she did have would be gone. But she remembered her parents' words. She was to stay in OBX for the rest of the year. She would make friends here. She would have a life here. With a deep breath, Y/N began to get ready for the night.

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Y/N keeps fidgeting with her hair. She knows the more she fidgets, the more upset she’ll be with how she looks but she seriously can’t help it. She only does this when she’s extremely nervous and she knows why. She’s two feet away from Rafe’s front door and the music has somehow gotten louder. It’s almost as if he’s continuously trying to play the music louder to get her attention. Of course, she knows that to not be true, but still, Y/N had realized that in the last twenty minutes since she had decided to get ready for the party and walked across the street, the music had indeed gotten louder. She rolled her eyes as she approached the door, the loud music getting annoying. At this rate, Rafe Cameron would be deaf by the time he was 30. Y/N pretended not to care if he went deaf at all, but a tiny voice inside her head told her that she had to care for him because no one else would.

With a deep breath, she knocks on the door. She doesn’t think anyone would hear it because of how loud the music is but it’s worth a try. She was raised to have manners and would not just enter someone’s house before knocking.

To her surprise, only a few moments later, the doorknob twisted quickly and someone on the other end of the door opened it. It was as if someone had been patiently waiting by the door all night, opening it in hopes that she would come. Of course, she knew this to not be true because the person who greeted her was none other than Rafe Cameron. And he found her annoying.

Y/N couldn’t help but admit how delicious he looked. He wasn’t dressed in his usual preppy attire, no. He wore these ripped, distressed black jeans and a fitted white shirt with a baseball cap to match. It wasn’t necessarily his style that had him looking so delightful but his face. He seemed very relaxed. In fact, this was the most relaxed she’d ever seen him. His usual straight posture was now more curled and casual. His face, which had always been pale and gray, was now filled with colour. He wore a cute blush across his cheeks and nose, and on top of the blush was a patch of light brown freckles here and there. Y/N figured he must’ve been in the sun all day. That and he was also high out of his mind.

“Y/N…” He trailed, his eyes glancing at her dress momentarily before returning to her face. Y/N feels a little self conscious under his gaze. She wasn’t exactly confident in her outfit tonight and he seemed, for the first time in forever, more confident than her. “You, um, you’re - you’re very…”

She involuntarily snickers, not realizing she’s doing it until Rafe hears it. His face changes into a dark frown and she has a deep need to apologize. He was probably just trying to be polite, and Y/N must’ve caught him just as his high was reaching its climax. “I’m what exactly?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing that she’s teasing him. “You’re not invited.”

Well, she can’t say she exactly feels welcome right now, standing at the threshold of his door. He still hasn’t even let her in.

Y/N scoffs, her feelings only hurt a little. Although he didn’t look preppy, he looked just as douchy. “Well, your music’s so loud it could wake the dead. Maybe if you didn’t want uninvited people to come, don’t make it so obvious that you’re having a party.”

Rafe scoffs this time. “Aw, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt your bedtime?” He takes a swig of his beer bottle and Y/N almost forgets that he’s obviously been drinking. “Were you having a little read before you went to bed? Lemme guess; you were re-reading the Vagina Diaries for the tenth time?”

Y/N’s chest twinges with pain just a little, knowing that the book was on her bookshelf with a worn-out spine. He seemed to know her very well, but it only angered her because he got the answer right. “It’s actually Vagina Monologues, but nice try. I guess for someone who hasn’t opened a book in their life, the Vagina Monologues would be interesting.”

Rafe chuckles and she has a small urge to kiss the corners of his smile. Thankfully, once she swallows harshly, the urge disappears. “Just come in and don’t put your hippie feet anywhere near my furniture.” He finally steps aside, and Y/N takes that as the kindest invitation she’s gonna get from him.

“You mean, your parents' furniture.” She puts one foot in front of the other and tries to remember how to walk. Although it may not seem like it, she’s nervous. She’s not too good with crowds. As she passes Rafe, she can smell his cologne and she feel as though she might faint. For such an annoying boy, he really was intoxicating.

Rafe is not given enough time to throw a snide remark back in her face because someone has entered Y/N and Rafe’s little bubble. It’s another very handsome boy but this time, he’s sweet. He’s wearing preppy clothes (cargo shorts and a pink polo shirt - big shocker there) but he’s not preppy at all when he introduces himself.

“Hey! I’m Kelso; nice to meet ya!” He gives Y/N a half hug because his other hand is holding a beer, but she still gets the sentiment that he’s friendly. His hand respectfully lays on Y/N’s shoulder and Y/N actually hugs him back even though that’s not her thing with strangers.

“I’m Y/N, and it’s nice to meet you too!”

She watches as his brows go from a relaxed arch to a surprised arch instantly. It seems that whatever she has said has caught him by surprise. “Oh? You’re Y/N?” Kelso looks to Rafe for a moment, his eyes narrowing in amusement. Rafe tries to indirectly tell him to stop by flipping him off, but it only encourages Kelso. “I guess we have you to thank for this incredible party then!”

Y/N frowns, turning around to look at Rafe. They’re still in the entryway of his house and she hasn’t so much as taken in her surroundings, but this seems too important to ignore. What does Kelso mean? Did Rafe throw this party in hopes that she’d come? There was no way. Doesn’t Rafe find her completely annoying and obnoxious? If so, why would Kelso say such a thing?

“He’s joking right?” Y/N tries to confirm from Rafe but by his meek smile and his cheeks that have only gotten redder since she entered his home, she knows there’s some truth in what Kelso is saying.

Rafe shrugs, trying to come up with a lie. He had confided in Kelso as a way to relieve the stress that liking Y/N has caused but instead, Kelso just had to mess it up. “Well, not exactly.” His mouth is forming a lie before his brain can even properly think of one. “I mentioned to Kelso that you’ve probably never been to a party in OBX, so he must’ve thought I threw it for you.”

Y/N nods, confused as to why she feels a little sad. For some reason, a little part of her hoped that Rafe had thrown a party for her to notice him but alas, it had all been a misunderstanding. “Oh, well, okay.”

Except it wasn’t a misunderstanding at all. Rafe had told Kelso that the only reason he was throwing this party was for Y/N to notice him in a new light. He knew she thought he was just another annoying preppy Kook and he wanted to change that. He thought maybe, just maybe, if she had fun tonight with him, she’d finally start to see him as he truly was, a loveable dork. Unfortunately, that seems to be ruined now.

Before any more words can be exchanged, someone yells for Y/N. She instantly looks to the crowd of people in Rafe's backyard and sees JJ and Pope. The door to his backyard is open so the yelling is clear and not muddled by a barrier. They seemed to have been yelling for a while because they looked exasperated. Y/N watches as JJ stands from his lawn chair and motions for her to come sit beside them. She smiles for one of the first times tonight and nods, the pressure on her chest lifting when she sees her two friends. She wanted to take to Rafe later and get the full story because she had a feeling, he wasn’t telling her the complete truth, but she wanted to greet her friends first. She’d get to Rafe later. For now, she wanted to relax.

When Y/N departed from Rafe and Kelso, awkwardly waving goodbye before maneuvering to the back of Rafe’s house, Kelso spoke first.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me she didn’t know this party was for her?”

Rafe glared at his friend. “You really think I’d tell her that. Now she probably thinks I’m even more creepy than before.”

Kelso rolls his eyes at how dramatic his friend was. “You didn’t see her reaction, bro. I don’t know if she even knows it herself, but she definitely likes you.”

Rafe rolls his eyes. He doesn’t allow for his hope to rise because he knows it’s not true. He can’t let himself have any more hope that the new girl in OBX would want to have anything to do with him. She can’t like him because no girl like her ever has. So, instead, he steals glances at her for the rest of the night and hopes to God he can get high enough to forget about the beautiful girl across the street.

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Y/N tried to enjoy herself, she really did. And to JJ’s credit, he tried to help her relax and have some fun. She drank the beer that was offered to her, danced with JJ and Pope, and even took two puffs of JJ’s joint. But, although she felt thoroughly buzzed, Rafe never left her mind. She tried to throw a few sneaky glances his way the entire night, but she couldn’t find him. She even left her spot beside JJ and pretended to get a refill on his nasty beer just to see if she could spot Rafe. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen. At first, she thought it was just because she wasn’t looking hard enough but soon, after three whole hours of not seeing Rafe even once, she realized he was avoiding her. And if he was avoiding her, it meant that he was embarrassed from their conversation at the beginning of the night. Which meant that he lied, and he had in fact thrown this party just for her.

This revelation crept into her mind slowly throughout the night but when it finally sunk in, she was speechless. She didn’t know how to react. Sure, there was a slim chance that he had been telling the truth but the less she saw of Rafe at his own party, the more she realized that he had lied to her.

JJ had noticed how off Y/N seemed. When they had seen each other earlier in the day for her surfing lessons, he had made a fool out of himself. They had been practising for a few hours before they both called it quits, deciding to pick it back up the next day. Before departing, JJ offered her ice cream for a hard day's work, and she gladly accepted. They both ordered the same flavour (mint chocolate chip - he swore they were soulmates because of this) and ate it as they talked. When they were both finally finished, Y/N went to hug him goodbye, but he instead extended his hand awkwardly for her to shake. She seemed slightly embarrassed, but he was even more so. He had wanted to hug her but didn’t want to without her permission, so he thought a handshake was the safe bet. Unfortunately, he thought wrong and now, that awkward interaction was burned into the back of his mind. He was worried that’s why Y/N seemed so detached, barely speaking. When she had gone to refill her cup, JJ looked to Pope for advice. He had never been so needy for a girl’s approval before and since Pope seemed to want everyone to like him, JJ thought he’d give the best advice.

“So,” JJ sighs and he finishes telling the story of their awkward interaction. “Do you think that’s why she’s been so quiet?”

Pope snorted. “JJ, I think it’s just you. I doubt she even remembers it.”

Although his friend tried his best to reassure JJ, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was burdening Y/N’s mind. But, before JJ could continue his conversation with Pope, Y/N reappeared with a glass full of beer and a somber face. The topic was not brought up again.

JJ had been right though. Something was burdening Y/N’s mind. It’s not everyday that a girl finds out a boy who she thought saw her as a bothersome girl actually saw her as much more. It’s a difficult experience to relate to and not a problem Y/N thought she would have. Apparently, Rafe was better at hiding his true feelings than she thought. She had always assumed that when she’d catch him peeking through his window, watching her ride her bike with her brothers or bask in the sun as she read another book, he was judging her. She assumed he was making fun of her and her hippie family. And when they had first met in the main office of her school, it only solidified in her mind that he saw her as a joke. But instead, he might’ve actually liked her. You clearly only watch people in that way if you hate them or like them and since it clearly wasn’t hate…

No. She wouldn’t let her mind go there. Besides, even if he liked her, who was to say if she even liked him? He had been nothing but rude to her, even when he had technically invited her to this party. He called her a hippie (not offensive by itself but when Rafe said it, it might as well have been), watched her from his window with a scowl, and was a complete snob. If Y/N knew what was good for her, she’d stay far, far away from Rafe and anyone he associated with. But Y/N was a dumb teenage girl and curiosity got the better of her. She needed to find another good excuse to go inside and search one last time for Rafe.

The excuse presented itself when JJ made a small remark of how thirsty he was. Y/N jumped at the opportunity to refill his drink, even though he offered to go himself. But she insisted, taking his cup from his hands before he could argue any longer. As she made her way back inside, her eyes looking for the handsome brunette, Pope leaned closer to JJ.

“See? And you thought she didn’t like you?”

JJ nodded, feeling better about the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, if he knew why she truly had wanted to venture inside, it’s doubtful he would have felt better. He probably would’ve felt worse. But he didn’t know, and he wouldn’t know for a while longer.

Y/N first made her way to Rafe’s huge kitchen where all the kegs were lined up. Half of them were already empty but the night was coming to a close and soon, half the party would leave and only Rafe’s closest friends would stick around until 5am. It was midnight now and although she didn’t have a curfew, she wanted to be home by at least 1am. So, as she filled only JJ’s cup, she decided against filling her own. She didn’t want to be too tipsy in case she ran into Rafe. Although, by this time, she thought it was very unlikely that she’d ever see him.

Just as that thought crossed her mind though, another person entered the kitchen. Y/N recognized him immediately. It was Topper. They had never interacted much, just a brief wave whenever she’d pass his house when she rode her bike. If he was outside, which he had only been once or twice, he’d wave, and she’d wave back. Other than that, they never spoke. Until now.

He stood beside her, filling two glasses with beer. His blond hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, but his hands were so full, and he was so drunk he didn’t seem to notice. Y/N had seen Rafe’s pool, but she did not find herself on that side of his house for many reasons (the pool was on the other side of the backyard, she didn’t bring a bathing suit, and her mind was busy with more important matters). Topper seemed to be struggling with refilling two cups, his hands shaking just a little. Y/N instantly registered that he needed help and decided that busying herself with assisting Topper would help take her mind off Rafe.

“Here,” Y/N offered, setting JJ’s cup down on the counter. “Let me help.” She takes one of the glasses from Topper and begins to fill it up, all the while keeping an eye on Topper to make sure he doesn’t spill the other cup.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, swaying back and forth to the music that is blaring from somewhere inside Rafe’s house. Y/N can’t help but smile a little at this giddy boy who would otherwise be embarrassed for acting so weird if he was not so drunk.

Unfortunately, not even helping Topper can keep Y/N’s mind off Rafe. She wonders that since Rafe must’ve told Kelso something about her, Rafe could’ve confided in Topper too. From the gossip that JJ had told her, Topper used to date Sarah but even after they broke up, Rafe and Topper remained friends. So maybe, just maybe, Rafe had said something to Topper about her? She figured even if she asked Topper, it would never get back to Rafe. Topper was clearly drunk and would not remember the conversation he had with Y/N. No harm, no foul. Right?

Unfortunately, that idea was quickly squashed because just as she began to open her mouth, someone else entered the room. It was Rafe.

Rafe had skillfully avoided Y/N all night, while still stealing glancing her way. He never noticed that she too had been looking for him. He was so nervous that he’d eventually bump into her that he would make Kelso check every room before he entered it. Unfortunately, Kelso was drunk by midnight and could no longer help Rafe. Rafe tried to let it go, figuring you were probably gone by now. So, he asked Topper to refill his cup as he helped Kelso into his mom’s car. But, when Topper still hadn’t returned by the time Rafe entered his home, he thought there was no harm in checking up on him. Apparently, there was a lot of harm in that.

And now, there they stood, facing each other for the first time since the beginning of the night. Rafe wanted to turn back around and leave but he had always made a fool of himself, and he knew that if he awkwardly left without acknowledging Y/N, she’d surely think even lower of him. So, as soon as their eyes made contact, Rafe awkwardly raised his hand and waved. He could feel the awkward smile painted across his face and Y/N seemed to mimic him.

“Hey.” He squeaked out, taking both cups from Topper before speaking to his friend. He figured the less he looked at Y/N, the less awkward he would feel. He was wrong. “Top, why don’t you lie down on the couch. I’ll bring the beers soon.”

Topper only nodded, slowly making his way out of the kitchen, leaving his friend and Y/N in there alone. Alone for the first time since the beginning of the night. Both their pairs of eyes were trained on their drinks; Y/N was clutching onto JJ’s and Rafe held one for him and one for Topper. No one spoke for a while. Y/N had waited all night to get Rafe alone, just so they could talk and now she didn’t know what to say. She awkwardly shifted the weight in her feet, unable to think of the first thing she wanted to say. They were only five feet apart, but they might as well have been worlds away.

Rafe was in agony and decided to get it over with. He spoke first. “So, are you enjoying the party?” He spoke so formally, as if he was chatting with his grandmother, but he was too uncomfortable to speak any other way.

Y/N nodded, relieved he had taken the first leap forward. “Um, yeah. Never knew that kids could throw parties like this.”

Rafe smiled for a moment, happy that she was so amazed at his dullest party of the year. His heart fluttered at the thought of Y/N dancing in that beautiful white dress with him. Holding onto him as they swayed to the music, pulling her close. Close enough to -

“So, Rafe, I wanted to talk about earlier.” Y/N began, playing with the skin around her nails. It was a nervous tick she had yet to get rid of.

Those eight words destroyed Rafe. At that moment, he knew she had not believed his original lie. He wasn’t too surprised though. He was a shitty liar and Y/N seemed to pick on everything he did. Although he would rather rip his fingernails off one by one than have this uncomfortable conversation with Y/N, he knew he’d have to give her the answers she was looking for. Even if that meant embarrassing himself.

Finally, he nodded. “Um, uh, okay. What’s up?”

Y/N began to speak but before she could get a coherent sentence out, someone else entered the kitchen, making a bunch of noise as he did. Their eyes met instantly and when she recognized who he was, her back straightened slightly as if she had been caught in a salacious act. It was JJ.

“Y/N, what's taking so long?” He stops just after he enters the kitchen and as soon as his eyes go to Rafe, his smile drops. He’s confused beyond belief. He doesn’t know why Y/N is speaking to Rafe. He didn’t even know they knew each other. “Uh, am I interrupting something?”

Y/N forces a smile, glancing at Rafe briefly before walking past him and towards JJ. She hands JJ his cup and he gladly takes it, a look of pure confusion written on his face. “No, Rafe was just asking me if I am enjoying my first party in Outer Banks.”

JJ's eyes shift to Rafe, whose face is pure white. “Really? How… kind?”

Y/N knows JJ is suspicious so to curve his focus back on her, she reaches up to cup one side of his face. JJ’s eyes instantly fall back onto her, a small smile back on his lips. “Walk me home, JJ. I’m getting tired.”

JJ nods sweetly, placing his hand over the one that’s cupping his cheek. “Sure. Go get your stuff and I’ll meet you at the front of the house.”

Y/N looks back to Rafe one more time, a small smile on her face. Rafe pushes his lips into a thin line, nodding goodbye to her. She does the same, leaving the kitchen as quietly as she entered. Y/N’s afraid to leave JJ and Rafe alone but she really has no reason to stay any longer. She hopes that she can get Rafe alone soon so they can have an actual conversation. Tonight, was kind of a disaster but being with JJ and having such a fun time with him made up for it. She knows JJ is the type of guy she should be with. He’s fun and carefree and they’re too much alike to not get along. Even though this is all true and she does have feelings for JJ, there is a part of her that yearns for Rafe. And that part scares her.

Once Y/N is gone, JJ’s smile drops, and he turns back to Rafe with a menacing glare. “Look, I don’t know what your game is here, but I really like Y/N. We both know you’re not her type. So do both of us a favour and leave her alone.”

And with that, JJ was gone too. Leaving Rafe alone.

Even with all these people in his house, Rafe never felt more alone.

~

taglist: @tovvaa @canyoubuymetoast @multisimpinghoe (sorry to these queens for waiting so long lmaooo)

[garlichoisan]

Singing in the shower | liu yangyang

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Pairing: Yangyang × f reader

➸ Word count: 7 197

➸ Information:

college!au, childhood friends, friends to lovers, friends!NCT Dream 00 line, bestfriend!Yeji (ITZY), very slight NoMin references (Jeno + Jaemin), mention of Mark Lee, reader is a few months older than YangYang (born in the same year)

➸ Warnings: A lot of fluff as usual.

➸ Plot:

You're forced to learn how to live without your closest friend from childhood who has to go live in Germany with his parents, leaving you heartbroken. You thought YangYang was going to be by your side forever. As years have passed and you've almost started to forget about him, he suddenly appears in your life again, turning it upside down, and this time, nobody's leaving.

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➸ A/N: This oneshot took me over 2 months and a half to write and was written as a part of my dear @renjunniehome's song fic challenge (?)

Not really a challenge, but it's an event where diffent NCT writers write fanfics based on songs so make sure to check it here: PLAYLIST FICS MASTERLIST

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“I don't know, it's just something about ya

Got me feeling like I can't be without ya

Anytime someone mention your name

I be feeling as if I'm around ya”

YangYang and you have always been a package deal; you were so close as children that at one point people couldn’t imagine one of you without the other and honestly, you also couldn’t imagine what your life would be without your best friend. There was something about him that made you feel butterflies in your stomach, even though as a child you could not identify and understand clearly what it was.

Besides that, your parents and YangYang’s were very close so you sometimes had family dinners together; that happened often, since you were neighbors and your houses were literally right next to each other. Your parents loved YangYang like their own son, maybe because he spent so much time in your house, had dinner there, and even stayed the night quite often for your sleepover parties. Of course, his parents were also very happy when you went to his house in order to spend time with him. Everyone in the neighborhood thought you’d end up marrying each other when you grow up, even if your child selves denied it with disgust. However, you couldn’t deny that your face always lit up when your parents told you YangYang and his parents would be coming over for dinner. Just the mention of his name made you start jumping with excitement.

But apparently everything good had to end sooner or later. You could still remember the shock you felt when you learnt YangYang would be leaving his house which was right next to yours in order to go live and study in Germany. He explained with glossy eyes that his parents have found better work opportunities there and that this probably meant you wouldn’t see each other very often. When you first heard this, you burst out crying, hugging him tightly, begging him not to go. Even though he also didn’t want to go, he was just a child so he had to leave with his parents. That left you heartbroken; you tried to text him in the beginning in order to keep in touch but it was getting difficult because of the time difference, as well as the lack of personal contact. Slowly you started to get used to life without him, no matter how much you wanted him back, but you couldn’t really learn to be happy without him.

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“Ain't no words to describe you baby

All I know is that you take me high

Can you tell that you drive me crazy?

'Cause I can't get you out my mind”

As the years were passing and you were growing up, you started to understand what your feelings for your childhood friend meant. Before you heard the word “crush”, you thought you just loved to be next to YangYang because he was funny and was making you laugh. But as a teenager, you realized you still missed him, even though you had no idea what he looked like now, how much he had changed, and most of all, you felt how you haven’t gotten over him at all. People your age started to date, but you weren’t interested in anyone, since subconsciously you kept comparing them to your childhood friend. You never even went to dates, and you realized how childish your behavior was, but honestly, nobody seemed like your type anyways. You barely had any friends, since the overly-romanticized idea of YangYang has turned into a standard for your friendships as well. You felt as if you were going crazy because of him as you only thought of him and how you would feel if you could meet him now.

* * *

A few years have passed and you were now in university, trying to live without the thought of YangYang as you realized you were probably never going to meet him again. Now you had some amazing friends who were bringing colors into your life and sometimes distracted you from thoughts about your childhood friend.

You were currently having lunch with your friends from your class. Suddenly you saw Jaemin, one of your friends, running towards your table and finding a place to sit, as he looked as if he was excited for some reason.

"Guys, big news! Apparently we're gonna have a new guy in our class. I heard he's German. I can't wait to meet him! European peopleare so good-looking!" Jaemin said with a dreamy gaze.

“Why would there be a German in our class?” You asked confusedly.

“I don’t know, that’s what the rumors are.”

As you heard the word ‘German’, you suddenly thought of YangYang again, trying to stop the association in your mind before it was too late. For the rest of lunch time you were a lot more silent than usual, quietly eating your food as Haechan was telling jokes, Renjun was laughing, and Jaemin kept annoying Jeno.

The next day you had an early class and as you heard your alarm ring, you groaned softly in annoyance, turning it off and literally rolling out of bed, as you fell to the floor, hugging your blanket, together with your bunny plushie which was actually a present from YangYang.

“Stop overreacting, you drama queen. Nobody has ever died from early morning classes,” your roommate and best friend, Yeji, said.

Sometimes you wondered how could she be so energetic, enthusiastic and optimistic, even early in the morning.

“Yeah, I might be the first one though,” you cried out, while holding the plushie tightly, refusing to accept the reality.

“Come on, if you get up now, I’ll buy you something delicious after classes,” Yeji promised, taking your hand to help you get to your feet.

When you heard her offer, your eyes lit up.

“Really?” You were still a little skeptical about believing her, even though you wanted to.

“Yes, knowing you, you’re probably just going to ask me to buy you a chocolate. Completely affordable,” Yeji chuckled, knowing she was right.

“Correct. Make it two, though. I feel this is going to be a difficult day.”

You finally took her hand and let her help you get up from the floor. After that you quickly put your plushie back in your bed, laying its head on your pillow, as you took the blankets from the floor and put them over the plushie, wanting it to feel warm. Yeji watched your actions with a wide smile on her face.

“Aww, you’re so cute. Now go get ready, or we’ll gonna be late.”

“Oh, how tragic that would be,” you said sarcastically, before going to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

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When you and Yeji entered the lecture hall, you found your classmates being more energetic and chattier than usual. You also noticed your friends, who were talking to a new guy, probably the one Jaemin mentioned the day before, as you recalled.

“Honestly I was a little disappointed to find out you weren’t actually German,” you heard Jaemin say and you giggled quietly.

“If those weird comments don’t scare the new guy off, I’d be really impressed,” Yeji noted, as she found a place near the window and you sat next to her.

“I agree,” you laughed, turning around to look at the new guy once again.

He looked somehow familiar to you, but you couldn’t tell why. When he noticed you looking at him he just stared at you for a couple of seconds while Jaemin and the rest of your friends were probably bothering him. You could swear you’ve seen those shiny dark brown eyes somewhere else before. But as you realized you were still looking at the guy, you quickly averted your eyes, so that he wouldn’t think you were some kind of a creep. You thought that maybe there was not a particular reason for his familiar vibe: maybe he just looked like somebody you’d befriend, that’s why he looked as if you already knew him, or at least that’s what you believed.

“I see the new guy has already caught your eye. The question is, how did he achieve that? You’re not usually interested in others,” Yeji pointed out.

“I-I’m not looking at him,” you denied, shaking your head. “Guys are basically a loss of time, except for my friends. But they’re too dumb for me to date one of them. Besides, only two of them are boyfriend material, they are Jaemin and Jeno, and they’re basically almost dating each other, even though they don’t know it yet,” you explained, taking your textbook out.

As you mentioned Jeno, you saw him coming to you and you looked at him questioningly.

“We promised to show the new guy around after this class, and then we’re going to have lunch with him. You and Yeji can also join us,” Jeno suggested and Yeji nodded.

“We’d love to!” You smiled and Jeno smiled back, returning to his seat, next to Jaemin.

When English class ended, you and Yeji went out of the lecture hall, waiting for your friends and the new guy. They were soon here and you all started walking around the hall, as you heard Haechan talking about the variety of books in the university’s library even though you’ve never seen him actually go there, so you were wondering how he knew this information. Meanwhile you and the new guy continued looking at each other and then averting your gaze without saying anything. You realized he still hasn’t introduced himself to you, but you couldn’t ask him for his name, because you were shy, so you just continued walking in silence, as the ones who were talking were mainly Haechan and Renjun.

When you went to the cafeteria and found a table, you left your things, so that the guys could watch over them, and you went to buy food with Yeji.

“Seriously, what’s going on between you and the new guy? You can’t stop looking at each other. You’ve never looked at a guy like that, so you can’t convince me you don’t like him,” Yeji stated, demanding an answer, as she took a bowl of rice.

“He just looks familiar, I don’t know why though. That’s all.”

“You know that when you meet your soulmate for the first time, you feel as if you already know each other?” Yeji asked, as you paid for your food and started walking back to the table with your best friend walking after you.

“Shut up,” you hit her arm playfully; you really wanted her to stop saying things like that.

When you went back to the table, you noticed only Jaemin and Jeno were there. Jaemin was feeding Jeno, holding a spoon of rice which he put into his mouth.

“Eat a lot, handsome,” Jaemin winked at Jeno who averted his head with discontent. “Do you want some kimchi?” He asked, as Jeno nodded, even though he didn’t want his best friend to feed him.

“Why are you feeding him? Can he not hold the utensils himself?” Yeji asked, as you hit her arm again.

“Be quiet, you’re ruining the romance,” you scolded her, as you continued looking at your two friends, as you sat across from them.

“What romance are you talking about, I just lost a bet,” Jeno groaned in disagreement with your statement.

“Was the bet letting Jaemin show his love for you freely?” You questioned him, as Jeno looked too flustered to answer.

“Something like that,” Jaemin confirmed. “Ah, Jeno, you’re such a messy eater! Here, let me wipe that off,” he said, as he wiped the rice off Jeno’s lips, using a tissue.

“Cute,” you whispered, looking away as you started eating your own lunch.

“Jaemin’s actions are making me want to throw up,” Yeji confessed, taking her fork and starting to eat her food in silence.

“You’re not the only one, I feel the same way,” Jeno agreed quietly, looking at Jaemin as if he was going to kill him every second now.

A few minutes later the new guy approached your table, holding his own tray of food, setting it down and sitting next to you. Your heart skipped a beat just because of his decision to sit next to you. You didn’t know why him being close to you was making you feel this special, so you tried to brush it off, but you couldn’t; so during the rest of the lunch you were actually in a very good mood, even though you and the new guy still haven’t talked to each other directly at all. When Haechan and Renjun joined you, you talked to them a lot, trying not to think about the stranger next to you, since you were too shy to ask for his name, and he apparently didn’t want to say it to you or ask you about yours.

As you were done with lunch, you stood up from the table and took your tray in your hands, looking at the new guy as he was doing the same. When he took his own tray, though, you noticed he dropped something. You quickly bent down to get it and give it back to its owner. But before handing it to him, you took a quick look at it – it was a discount card for the food in the cafeteria. You saw his picture and you read your name, saying it out loud as you realized something.

“Yang… Yang?” You looked up in disbelief.

He looked at you with a smile and he nodded.

“Yes, YangYang is my name, not a nickname as people usually think. Sorry for not introducing myself to you earlier, I was just distracted since you seemed really familiar for some reason,” he said, as you handed him his discount card.

“Um, I… My name is Y/N,” you introduced yourself quietly, as you waited for his reaction.

There were two possible ways this could go: he would either recognize his own childhood best friend, or he would take your hand, as he hears your name for the first time, if he wasn’t your YangYang, but some other guy with the same name. But to you, now it all made sense. The visual resemblance, his voice, his cheerful personality… But you still wanted to be sure it was actually him, before hugging him excitedly.

“You… Bunny?” He called you by your nickname he came up with when you were younger. He thought you looked energetic and playful, just like a bunny.

You nodded, as you couldn’t stop smiling.

“You don’t know how much I missed you!”

Before you could do anything, he put his tray and card down on the table as he hugged you tightly. You were a little taken aback for a couple of seconds, slowly realizing your wish has come true. You and your best friend were finally together.

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“Thinkin' of ya when I'm goin' to bed

When I wake up think of ya again

You are my homie, lover and friend

Exactly why”

As you and Yeji went back to the dorms, you didn’t even have any motivation to study, because you were too busy thinking about your amazing day. You still couldn’t believe this was actually him, your childhood best friend who you were meeting so many years after he left for Germany, after you had lost hope of seeing him ever again. You were hugging your plushie, as you were jumping around the room, repeating that tomorrow you were meeting YangYang after classes in a café, where you could talk to each other and get updates on his life, even though everything seemed as if it was still the same; even YangYang haven’t changed in your opinion, except for becoming more handsome now as an adult.

Yeji was smiling at you, as you told her about your long story with your childhood friend. She was sincerely happy to see you so excited and she wished everything would turn out well for you. You kept thinking about him before going to bed and even after you woke up, starting your day with a smile on your face.

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“You light me up inside

Like the 4th of July

Whenever you’rearound

I always seem to smile”

A few weeks have passed since your reunion with YangYang; now you were used to hanging out together all the time, just like before, realizing that neither of you really changed. You craved each other’s attention and presence just the same way as when you were kids. Today you decided to visit a café with a nice atmosphere, suitable for a cozy afternoon and long conversations. After classes were over, you said goodbye to Yeji, as she wished you to have a good time on your date, but you were quick to correct her this wasn’t a date (even though you secretly wanted it to be) and went out of the classroom together with YangYang.

On the way to the café you couldn’t stop talking to each other. Your topics were never ending and it was always exciting spending time together for both of you. You couldn’t stop smiling as he said funny things to you, or even when he didn’t say something that entertaining; you just loved his company so much, that you enjoyed every second you spent with him. Around twenty minutes later you got to your destination and he opened the door to the café for you, then you found a nice table near the window. You both ordered hot chocolate as you continued with your conversation.

“Do you wanna go watch a movie tomorrow? They’re projecting a Marvel movie,” YangYang asked as he gave you a little additional information.

You smiled, even though you honestly disliked these movies, but you only watched them so that you could spend time with YangYang. You’ve watched every single Marvel movie, since your best friend was obsessed with them for some reason.

“Of course, I’m so excited!”

“Great, I’ll book the movie tickets now,” YangYang said with a wide smile on his face, as he unlocked his phone and typed the website’s name to book the tickets.

“Um, Yangie,” you hesitantly started speaking, not knowing if you should continue your sentence.

“Yeah?” He asked, not looking away from his phone.

“I’m going home this weekend, in my hometown. Do you wanna go with me?” You suggested, even though you felt a little shy to be inviting your childhood friend in your house and have the same sleepovers you used to.

“Really? That would be amazing!” Fortunately, he seemed really happy to hear your idea. “Your parents are also going to be there, right?” After you nodded, he continued speaking. “Can you tell your mom to please prepare my favorite cream cheese muffins for her special guest?” He looked at you with pleading eyes you could never say no to.

“Hey, YangYang! Do you only care about food?” You scolded him, as you playfully hit his arm.

“This is my main priority, yes.” He answered, matching your energy. “But you take the second place, you’re the second most important thing to me other than food.”

He looked at you and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. You were looking at his eyes, getting lost again and again; it felt like you were getting out of the trance he put you on, only to fall deeper the next time you looked at him.

“Are you okay?”

His voice showed concern, but his face had a unreadable look; not worried, but also not calm. It was like he knew exactly how he made you feel.

“Uh, yes, sorry, I just zoned out for a second,” you explained as you avoided his gaze. “I’m gonna call my mom later and ask her to prepare the muffins,” you informed him, as you took a sip from your hot chocolate.

“You know I don’t really care, right? I just want to be with you,” he admitted, as you coughed when you heard that. “Are you alright? First you zoned out, now you can’t drink your hot chocolate… So my theory must be true,” he said with a content tone and you looked at him in surprise.

“What theory?” You asked as you continued coughing until you were okay.

“Never mind. Just be careful next time.”

You nodded as you silently took another sip, trying to avoid his eyes.

Around an hour later it was time for you to leave, so you went back to the dorms. He smiled and waved at you, and after you waved back, you finally entered the room you and Yeji shared. You closed the door as you rested your back on it, breathing loudly. Your heart was beating fast and you wanted to make sure you’ve calmed down before you greet Yeji. Now you were absolutely sure you were in love with your childhood best friend and that fact made you quite nervous. You never felt that way before and you weren’t even sure if he felt the same way about you. But despite your worries, you smiled widely before knowing it. You felt like you couldn’t even control your emotions and it made you very confused. You slowly went to your room, then you left your bag on your chair and you took a step towards your bed and you just laid on it for a minute, staring at the ceiling, trying to stop thinking about YangYang, but it was more difficult than you expected.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t the date with YangYang go well?” She teased you and you turned to look at her, rolling your eyes with annoyance.

“It was nice, except it weren’t a date,” you corrected her, sighing loudly. “But why is my heart being like that?” you whispered, putting your head on your heart as you kept looking at the ceiling with concentration, as if you expected to find all the answers of your questions there.

“Maybe because you wanted it to be a date?”

You decided to ignore her, but then she spoke again.

“Look at me, the ceiling won’t talk to you like I can,” Yeji reminded you as you looked at her discontentedly.

“Yes, but it also won’t make fun of me like you do.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I just find it amazing that you’re finally interested in somebody,” she said, as she smiled excitedly.

“You could have stopped after ‘sorry’, you know?” You shot her another annoyed look and she raised her eyebrows as if to say she didn’t care. “Never mind, I’m going to take a shower.”

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“And people ask me how

Well you’re the reason why

I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower”

As you felt the hot water running down your body, you felt a wave of calmness washing over you. Your mind kept going back to thoughts of YangYang and your incredible day with him, as well as the excitement of going home together with him. It was something you wished for so many years, just having him back with you, the two of you together in your room, playing Plants vs. Zombies or Mortal Kombat, some of your favorite PC games back at the time, when you both were around 10 years old.

Without realizing it, you started singing a random song you’ve heard in school today that somehow happened to be a romantic one, matching perfectly with your good mood and your feelings for your childhood friend. Around half an hour later, you got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body. Then you took the hairdryer and stood in front of the mirror, drying your hair, but you felt so energetic and happy that you started dancing in front of the mirror. You were holding the hairdryer and you were moving your body randomly, keeping a smile on your face, even though that way drying your hair took much longer time than usual.

When you finally turned the hairdryer off, you noticed Yeji standing in the doorway of your room, looking at you with a wide smile. You rolled your eyes at her for the millionth time today, realizing she may have witnessed at least a part of your dancing in front of the mirror. She giggled, but you decided to act as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, as if you were always that cheerful.

“Why are you laughing?” You asked, as you put the hairdryer back in its place.

“Someone has a crush,” Yeji almost sang that sentence. “I’ve never heard you singing in the shower and seen you dancing in front of the mirror before… Is it really possible that YangYang is the reason behind all that? Could he have changed your usual grumpiness into cheerfulness?”

“What do you mean? I’m the same as usual,” you denied all her claims coolly, sounding credible enough, since you weren’t such an inexperienced liar; you couldn’t say the same for your love life though – you really lacked experience in that part, knowing that calling yourself a “dater” would be factually incorrect.

“Yeah, okay. But if things between you really do work out, I want to be the first one you’re going to share the news with! You’re gonna tell it to Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun and Haechan later,” Yeji stated, as you were looking at her with confusion.

“Calm down, there won’t be any news to tell,” you laughed as you quietly went back to your shared room.

But the part of you that you tried hard to suppress, really hoped you were wrong.

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“All I want, all I need is your lovin'

Baby you make me hot like an oven

Since you came you know what I've discovered

Baby I don't need me another”

The next day was Friday, the day you would come back home together with YangYang, being there with him for the first time in many years. A few days ago you’ve told your mother about reuniting with him and to say she was ecstatic would have been an understatement; she felt as if she was welcoming her second child who has been away for a long time, so she wanted to make sure everything was perfect for him. She even cleaned your room since you weren’t there to do so and its usual state was beyond messy; definitely not the best place to show to such an important and dear guest.

You couldn’t wait to go, but before that, you had classes that seemed endless to you; time seemed to be passing too slowly and for a moment you even thought about suggesting YangYang to skip school today, but your good girl reputation prevented you from doing so.

When the professor said his last words for today, concluding the lecture, you took your backpack. You had put your stuff in it a few minutes ago, while the professor was explaining something about an exam or an “extremely important” group project; you weren’t sure, since you weren’t listening after all. You took out the little mirror you kept in your bag to make sure you looked alright. You tried to comb your hair with your fingers, then you applied a new layer of your favorite pink lipstick; you took so much time with your make up today, even though you usually didn’t wear a lot. When you were ready, you ran to the exit of the auditorium, as YangYang was already waiting in front of it.

“You might need to turn Yeji down,” he said, as you raised your eyebrows questioningly. “The group assignment Mr. Lee mentioned, groups of two are also allowed, so you’re with me.”

So this was what you missed as you were too busy putting your stuff in your backpack in order to be able to leave as early as possible. You smiled at him when you heard his words that made a warm feeling blossom in your body.

“Are we ready to go? All I need is in my backpack, so I don’t need to go back to the dorms, unless you want to.”

“I’m also ready. Let’s go,” he smiled, taking your hand and leading you to the exit of the university.

As you were walking next to him, your hand in his, you felt your heart beating unusually fast; but instead of this making you feel nervous, you felt the same warm feeling spreading through your whole body and this time, you were ready to let go and have fun, without holding back anymore.

“So we have a bus in 15 minutes,” you informed him, as you looked at your phone.

“A bus?” He asked before he stopped walking and you stopped looking at the phone and noticed an expensive black car parked in the university parking. “Why don’t we take a ride in my car?” He leaned on it, tapping the roof softly.

“This car is yours? I can’t believe it, you’ve really grown up, Yangie,” you said with a disbelieving voice in order to tease him, but you still sat next to the driver’s seat in his car, as he has opened the door for you before getting on himself. “Even though I’m a few months older than you, I still don’t have my driver’s license, but I’m working on it,” you said with a discontented tone. You were nervous about driving and when you were stressed, you couldn’t do well so you were trying to get your driver’s license for quite some time now.

“You can do it,” he encouraged you with his usual cheerful tone, holding his fist in the air for a second as a sign of encouragement, as he started the car and left the university parking.

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When you were finally in front of your house, you quickly got off the car as you started jumping around with excitement. He smiled at you as he also got off and when the both of you took your backpacks from the car, you rang the bell of your house. A few seconds later your mom opened the door, welcoming you with warm hugs and her usual good mood, as well as a wide smile.

“Wow, I haven’t been here for such a long time,” YangYang mentioned, as he kept looking around. “Wait, what is this smell? It’s amazing!”

“Oh, it’s the muffins,” she smiled again. “By the way, Yangie, you’ve grown so tall! And my little Y/N is still the same as before, she didn’t really grow up a lot,” your mom teased you,

“Hey, you’re shorter than me, so you aren’t allowed to make fun of me!” You playfully scolded your mom, as you sighed in annoyance.

“But you like girls shorter than you, right, YangYang?” Your mom asked your childhood best friend and you wanted the ground to swallow you up right now since you were so ashamed.

You knew she was only asking this since she shipped you and YangYang romantically ever since you two met. She was truly scared for you not to end up single, while you were living your life, rejecting every guy that tried to flirt with you, especially because they weren’t YangYang. You perfectly understood your own feelings so you knew that you didn’t need and didn’t really want a relationship if it wasn’t with him.

“Actually, yeah, I really like girls like that,” YangYang smiled confidently, looking at you. “They are adorable,” he looked away and only then you could breathe. “And they make me feel tall even though I’m not,” he laughed, as your mother was looking at him with pure adoration in her eyes.

“Ah, you’d be such a perfect son in law! Handsome, good mannered, with a good height and you also know a lot of languages, just like my Y/N! I’m honestly so jealous of your future mother in law,” your mom continued to make you want to disappear and you were on the verge of just taking YangYang’s hand and leading him somewhere far away from that house.

“Believe me, you do not need to worry about that,” YangYang said as he kept smiling at your mom.

Even though you didn’t know what he meant, you really wanted to take him somewhere else, where he wouldn’t be able to talk to your mom.

“Dad is still at work, right? Please ask him to buy iced tea and tell us to come when dinner is ready, see you later,” without waiting for your mom to answer, you took YangYang’s hand and led him upstairs and then into your room.

He was looking around as if he was visiting a foreign place he has never been to before.

“You changed your room color…” He said as he touched the wall. “Baby pink suited you though. Also your curtains are different. I liked the old ones with teddy bears on them, but these are fine too. And the bed… It’s seems suitable for more than one person,” he kept commenting the details about your room, but this time his tone was different, and his look was honestly making you nervous. “Have you invited many guys here, Y/N? In this room, on this bed?”

His question made you choke on air; you were looking at him with shock written all over your face.

“W-why would I…”

You wanted to be honest with him, but then realized that this would probably make you look so boring to him.

“It’s not your business.” You quickly answered, sitting on your chair.

“Ah, my innocent Y/N… I guess I’m the only guy who is not a family member that has been to your room,” he continued teasing you as you glared at him warningly.

“That’s not true! Jaemin, Jeno, Haechan and Renjun have been here too!” You quickly denied his claims.

“Yeah, but I doubt you felt something for any of them.”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before deciding to change the topic.

“Do you wanna play Plants Vs. Zombies?” You suddenly asked.

“Of course! Let’s go!” He answered enthusiastically, seating on the chair next to yours.

It was a whole miracle how you could change the atmosphere and his demeanor just by mentioning a PC game. You started playing and suddenly he was the same old YangYang you knew and loved.

“Plant a sunflower, quickly!” You said, as you were looking at your laptop’s screen.

He did as you said, waiting to get another sun so we could buy another plant.

“Quickly, the zombies are coming!” You were clapping excitedly, looking at your childhood friend play the game you used to play all the time when you were kids.

You were so happy that you got closer to him without realizing.

“You’re making me nervous by staying so close to me,” he confessed, giggling softly.

“A-ah, s-sorry,” you quickly apologized as you moved away from him.

When you decided to take a break from the game, you offered him to watch a movie and he agreed, laying on your bed and you reluctantly laid next to him, trying not to get too close to him. You opened Netflix on your TV and the two of you took some time to choose a movie.

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“No, no all I know (know)

Only you got me feelin' so (so)

And you know that I have to have ya

And I don't plan to let you go”

You haven’t watched the movie even halfway when he pressed the pause button.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, sighing deeply as if he had something that caused him a great amount of stress.

“Do what?” You asked him worriedly.

Was he sick? Was he bored? You thought of so many different things that you could have done which could have irritated him.

“Pretend that everything between us is still the same. Pretend I don’t want to kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widened with shock when you heard his confession, but before you could say anything, he continued talking.

“We’re not kids anymore, Y/N. And I think we did change through all these years. It’s our chemistry that’s still the same. Tell me that you’re feeling it too,” he was talking in a husky voice which made you imagine things you thought you shouldn’t.

YangYang looked at your eyes hesitatingly, then at your lips, or at least that’s what you thought you saw him looking at, even though for you, it didn’t make any sense for him to be looking there, even after hearing him say he wanted to kiss you. You felt as if that whole situation was just a dream and nothing that happened was going to affect reality in any way. But as you were busy overanalyzing things as usual, you felt a strange, yet addicting sensation. As your eyes were still open, you looked at YangYang who was kissing you. You couldn’t believe that was happening, but you quickly closed your eyes, enjoying his lips on yours. Your heart was beating fast as you tried to remember this sweet feeling, savouring the taste of his lips. When he moved away, you slowly opened your eyes, looking at his with confusion, yet with trust. You were sure that whatever was going to happen, you were safe and happy with him.

“I- You… Uh, did you like that?”

You nervously nodded, as you were wondering what to say.

“Great, I did too. Does that mean you like me back?” YangYang wanted to check in with you, before officially asking you the last question he wanted to ask ever since he realized who you were back in the canteen that day.

“You’re so special to me, YangYang. I like you a lot,” you confessed, feeling a little shy, but still trying to keep his eyes on him, because you thought he deserved to know exactly how you felt about him without finding out how nervous you actually were. “By the way, that was my first kiss and I’m so happy it was with you,” you looked at him adoringly.

“Really? That’s so cute!” He exclaimed with a sweet smile. “So you’re sure you haven’t kissed anyone from your friends group?”

“Actually I kissed Jaemin and Jeno on the cheek once at a party because of a dare. And on the same night Haechan and I got so drunk that we almost kissed, but our friends stopped us before we ‘unlock a whole another relationship’, as they said.”

YangYang sighed with annoyance before mustering up the courage to ask you the most important question.

“Do you want to be like… Uh, you know?”

You were looking at him with confusion written all over your face.

“You sound just like Mark, he’s a friend of mine who’s one year older than us,” you teased him, since you really found his nervousness to be cute.

“Come on, you know what I’m trying to say,” he tried to avoid saying it out loud, but you weren’t going to let him do that.

“Do I know, Yangie? How can I know if you haven’t said it yet?”

“You went from a shy girl to a smug girl in just a second,” he mumbled with discontent.

“But you’re the same! You were teasing me earlier and now you sound like Mark Lee!” You complained.

“Who is Mark Lee?” YangYang asked even though he didn’t really insist on knowing; he just wanted to postpone asking his main question for as long as possible.

“That Mark guy I told you about! Are you even listening to me?”

“Should I be jealous of him?” He pouted as he was waiting for your answer.

“Maybe you should,” you continued provoking him in order for him to properly ask you what he wanted to.

“Come on! Aren’t your four handsome guy friends enough people to be jealous of? When I see how you’re looking at Yeji, sometimes I’m jealous of her too! I also can’t stand it when Haechan looks at you as if he has so many improper thoughts. Or when Jeno and Jaemin ask you if you have eaten. Or when Renjun is smiling at you and laughing at your jokes! Ah, I hate it so much that I want to punch-“

You interrupted YangYang with a kiss.

“My answer is yes.”

“You’re going to be my girlfriend?” He asked, hoping you would agree.

“No, I’ve never heard you ask that,” you crossed your arms, smiling at him playfully.

“You’re going to be my girlfriend because I said so~,” he almost sang that sentence, as he decided to make sure you were incapable to refuse by suddenly making you fall on your bed as he trapped your body under his.

“No, I’m not going to do it~,” you answered in the same tone, as you tried to flip him over, so that you could be on top of him.

But when he noticed what you were trying to do, he caught your wrist and kissed your lips deeply, making you forget everything else. In that moment you relaxed under his touch feeling safer than ever. You kissed him back with the same lust as his, as your fingers threaded through his fluffy hair. You continued passionately kissing each other for a few minutes, taking very short breaks to breathe, since you both missed each other’s lips too much to stay separated even for a few seconds that felt like an eternity for you.

But when you heard a knock on your door, YangYang quickly got off you and he sat on the bed innocently, as you followed his example. You quickly fixed his hair which was quite messy because you were running your fingers through it all the time.

“Y-you can come in,” you said with a voice that was a little distorted, while you were trying to normalize your heavy breathing.

When you said that, the door opened and your dad came in.

“Hi, Y/N. Here’s the iced tea,” he said, giving you the bottle of iced tea which you contentedly took from his hands and left on the ground. “YangYang, it’s great to see you again,” he smiled and YangYang smiled back. “Dinner is ready, so you can come downstairs,” your dad said and you nodded synchronously. Then he turned around and walked out the door, closing it.

YangYang got up from your bed as he gave you his hand, which you took. He kept holding your hand as you were walking down the stairs.

“I guess your parents are really going to have the best son-in-law,” YangYang said and as soon as you realized he was talking about himself, you hit his arm as you laughed.

You were finally truly happy again; you felt having YangYang by your side meant that nothing was impossible and all your dreams could come true, just like the seemingly unrealistic dream of having him back while you were longing for him all these years. It turns out your long wait was absolutely worth it and now that he was here with you again, you weren’t going to let him go.

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The Lovestruck~Chapter 30

(18th December)

6 months later.

Black gown around you and black cap in your hand while you stood in the hallway of your college, roaming your eyes around with an overwhelming feeling and a sad feeling growing as you realized that you won't be coming here anymore since it was your graduation day today.

"Y/n!"

You looked at the direction of the voice to see Ria with her camera in her hands as she gestured you to pose which you did by making a peace sign and smiling joyfully.

"Woah! That came out great!" She gave you a thumbs up. "And now you're not shying away, huh?"

You just smiled, shrugging and saw your other friends coming behind her as they all aproached you standing in their black gowns and caps.

Oh, you were so going to miss them.

Rowoon heaved a sigh. "I can't believe, we're already graduating."

Sooyoung clicked her tongue. "Why are you talking like we're not going to meet again?"

"Right?" Mark spoke."We are going to meet occasionally but still I'm going to miss you all."

He hugged the both girls which they reciprocated and then to Rowoon who instantly put a cringed face making you all laugh before he hugged you.

"Hands off my wife!"

Everyone startled at the voice and you both pulled away to see your one and only Boyfriend standing in a white knitted sweater and jeans while a bouquet in his hands as he made his way towards you frowning at Mark.

"Y/n, You're already married." Rowoon gasped and you shook your head before Baekhyun wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Consider us married."

You just rolled your eyes smiling while your friends were contemplating at what reaction they should give this gentleman beside you. Suddenly, Ria raised her camera causing you and Baekhyun to smile at her where she took a picture and then her camera's angle went behind you.

You all looked behind to see Chanyeol aproaching with a bouquet in his hands and Ria kept snapping his pics until he was standing infront of her. They were exchanging those shy grins and looks as he handed the bouquet to her while you all were standing there with a weird look on your face.

"Excuse me? We're here too." Sooyoung spoke looking done with the couple and they chuckled looking back at you all.

"Anyway," Baekhyun started as everyone looked at him."I hope you guys have a great life ahead and Thank you for taking care of my Y/n."

You looked away from them getting all shy while they groaned before Ria spoke. "It's our cue to leave."

Baekhyun chuckled. "I like you for being quick-witted."

She gave him a look playfully before they all walked away to the hall where the graduation ceremony was being held.

"Happy graduation day." He held out the bouquet and you stood infront of him taking it smilingly. "Thank you. So, you made it."

He nodded. "I had to, I don't want to get beaten up by my girlfriend."

You hit his arm playfully with your cap as he laughed before you tilted your head creasing your forehead. "Isn't it wife?"

Baekhyun put a surprise expression. "Right!"

You chuckled before hugging his waist and placed your head against his chest staring outside before feeling his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your hair. "What's wrong?"

You closed your eyes sighing. "Just thinking about how much I am going to miss this place and it's making me sad."

He hummed caressing your hair. "I know this feeling very well and it's okay to be sad since this day won't come again. But you know, someone said this to me, that it's the way of life."

"You live in the moment of present and it becomes a past memory to reminisce." He trailed off to pull away as he wore you the cap before cupping your cheeks. "So, let's cherish these moments together."

You giggled nodding. "Wow! That someone must be genius. Who's that?"

Baekhyun chuckled raising his brows teasingly. "My wife."

"Alright. Let's go! " You laughed as you linked your arm around his and walked towards the hall.

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You were standing outside with your classmates, friends and your professors for a group picture while your female classmates were squealing to see Baekhyun standing there at the side with your parents who arrived after him.

"Okay, throw your caps in the air when I count to three."

As the countdown was made, you all threw the caps in the air and the moment was captured before you took some pictures with your parents and friends.

Chanyeol who went to attend an important call, came back and then you friends took a picture in a group with your boyfriends. Lastly it was you and Ria, the forever besties, you both kept making weird faces while taking the pictures making everyone laugh.

Not long before, your friends were busy got busy with eachother while you and Baekhyun decided to take last tour of your college. You were passing by the garden area where Baekhyun instantly stopped as his eyes spotted the spot where you always sit and the night of the event came across his mind which made him smile remembering it.

You, on the other hand, were recalling the days where always sat with Ria and then glanced at Baekhyun to see him smiling which made you confused. "Why are you smiling?"

He turned to you and chuckled shaking his head leaving you even more confuse before he looked up at the window of the music room where he would always look at you from. Shrugged off his thoughts, he pulled your perplexed figure with him to the Basketball court, from where he actually began to know you more.

"You know," He trailed off as you looked at him to see him staring at the bleachers side before he pointed towards it. "You were sitting right there when I got to know know about you studying in the same college as me."

You smiled. "You still remember it?"

"How can I forget that?" He chuckled, roaming his eyes around the court, the days of him with his friends playing freely flashed infront of his eyes before he took the ball in his hand and threw it in the basket making it perfect score.

"I want to do this too." You jogged towards him taking the ball and attempted to throw it but it bounced away making you pout sadly.

Baekhyun chuckled coming behind you as he made you hold the ball before instructing you. "Bend your knees a little and let your shoulder relax, then focus on the target and throw it."

You nodded understanding and did as he instructed before throwing the ball and surprisingly it went in.

You gasped. "It went in!"

He giggled behind you caressing your hair. "You're a fast learner."

You shrugged, smiling before he wrapped his arms around your waist as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "So... We're graduated now."

You let out a hum nodding where he sighed. "I think we graduated too early."

"Why?" You questioned confusingly before he he turned you around, still holding you still. "We could've spend more time together here and do other things too."

Grasping his words, you smiled reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. "Well, we could have but this is not bad too."

He bit his lower lip, nodding. "I think I'm still thankful for Ria to take you here for the basketball game that day, if it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't have known about you studying here."

You tilted your head, thinking. "You're right, actually you should be thankful for her."

He rolled his eyes before slightly tickling your waist causing you to squeal as you pushed him away playfully while his laughter echoed in the silent court.

And that's how your day came to an end with your last day of college.

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( 26 December )

8:42 pm

Sniffing, you fixed your beanie before fishing your hands in your black thick jacket pocket since it was month of December and the cold was increasing more. Walking through the cold path from your home to your usual place to meet Baekhyun who seemed to be already there as you can see his broad back sitting on the bench. Smiling you advanced towards him carefully not to make any noise and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind where he flinched causing you giggle.

"Hi." You put your chin on his shoulder as you felt him relax before he turned his head to give you a light smile while wrapping his hands around you wrists pulling you closer.

It's been a week to your graduation day and tomorrow was an important day for Baekhyun as the game he and his employees have been preparing, was finally going to be presented tomorrow.

"Don't think about it too much, it's going to be alright." You tilted your head to peek at his face who was lost in his thoughts staring ahead.

He nodded. "It's just...we have been preparing for months now and the day is finally here, so I'm just really nervous."

"It's okay to feel like this." You caressed his cheek with your thumb making him close his eyes. "You've been preparing for this day, so it's normal to feel nervous. But don't let your nervousness take over your confidence because I know and I believe you're gonna do your best."

He smiled at your words before looking at you. "You think so?"

Kissing his cheek, you smiled. "I know so."

He giggled kissing your palm before resting his temple against your cheek while staring ahead. You heard him sighing constantly making you worry as you couldn't see him like this.

You smacked your lips. "Baek, get up."

He frowned. "What?"

"Get up and let's go."

"But why? And where?"

You clicked your tongue. "Don't be an Ajjusshi, and let's go."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "This girl seriously! If you don't stop calling me that, I'll start calling you Ajjumma."

You raised your eyebrows amused and looked at him. "Try it then."

He stared at you before opening his mouth but closed it instantly as nothing came out and pouted looking away.

You giggled. "I knew it."

He huffed, cutely standing up. "Just you wait, after our marriage I'm going to call you that."

Your brows knitted as you both were making your way to his car. "No, what if our kids start calling us that."

He laughed. "Wouldn't it be great? Instead of calling mom and dad, they'll call us Ajjusshi and Ajjumma."

You face palmed your face. "God, I can already imagine you spoiling them."

"Hey! I won't!"

"Ugh, I don't know! Gimme your car keys."

Pulling over the car around the nearby park before you glanced at Baekhyun who was just staring at you with a confused look which made you chuckle. You unbuckled your seatbelt and motioned him to do the same where he sighed but did as you told him without questioning.

Taking off your beanie, you scrunched your nose as your hair fell over your face before pushing the strands away and Baekhyun giggled helping you with it.

"Come on." You brushed your fingers through your hair last time before getting out and Baekhyun did the same where you dragged him to the basket ball court as he stood there staring perplexed.

"Stay here, I'll be back!" You sprinted away without letting him speak as he watched your tiny figure running away making him smile before he looked ahead rubbing his cold hands to warm them.

"Baek!" He heard your loud voice behind causing him to turn back before a ball was thrown in his direction which he instantly caught in a reflex.

"Oh~ Nice catch!" You exclaimed as he looked at you before you let out a smile. "Let's have a game!"

Baekhyun chuckled before nodding and you jogged towards him before stealing the ball from his hands then ran away giggling. "Lost one's going to grant a wish!"

Baekhyun who was still standing there dumbfounded before he turned around

"That's cheating!"

You bounced the ball perfectly as Baekhyun was running towards you and you instantly ran passed him before throwing the ball in the basket which went in causing you jump excitedly.

Baekhyun watched you amazed as an amused smile crept on his lips. "You're really getting good at this."

You shrugged sassily. "I learnt from the best."

He chuckled nodding before grabbing the ball and you both kept playing by blocking eachother or stealing the ball from eachother but you were happy seeing him forgetting his worries and having fun.

As he was about to throw the ball, you ran towards him and stole it from him laughing as he began to chase you causing you both run in the circle. Soon, you felt his both arms around your waist from behind and you lost your balance causing you both fall down lying beside eachother.

The ball was gone from your hands, don't know where and you didn't even care since you both were laughing mess with your head resting over Baekhyun's arm.

Baekhyun faced his body towards you who was catching her breath while lost in laughing and him lost in you. Soon, he came to a realization that whatever his worries were in his life, you were enough for him to make his life better and happier.

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(27 December)

Next day

7:35 pm

You were standing outside of the Café waiting for your brother as Rose was already gone while you stood there facing the direction to wait for your brother's face to pop up soon. Although, you have told him not to pick you up now but your brothers and your boyfriend along with your dad didn't agreed, hence you were here tapping your foot while waiting so you can go home as you still haven't got any call from Baekhyun since his phone was switched off.

Your phone buzzed, causing you to fish it out to check where a smile crept on your lips seeing the name before picking it up but before you could answer it, his voice reached your ear. [You really don't listen to me, don't you?]

You frowned. [Hm? What?]

[I told you to wear something warm so you won't catch cold again]

You were about to reply but then it hit your brain causing your eyes to widen as you instantly turned around to him standing behind, not so far away.

Dressed in a Grey suit and a black coat reaching his thigh while his hair styled upwards making him look good than he already was where you frowned with your phone still pressed against your ear. [When did you get here?]

[Just now, but can you hang up and hug your boyfriend now?] He asked, hanging up as he spread his arms motioning you to come with his chin while smiling widely. Smiling back, you jogged towards him and engulfed him in a hug where his arms wounded around your waist sweeping you off the ground slightly.

Placing you down gently, you attempted to pull away only for him to tightened his grip on you as he placed his chin on your shoulder. "Don't, I had a very long day today."

You smiled. "You did well today and you won. I'm so proud of you."

He pulled away holding you by your waist as your arms were locked around his neck and his brows crashed. "How did you know?"

"I can see through you." You said and he mouthed your words together with you making you both laugh. "And I knew you would win. Who's boyfriend are you?"

"Oh~ Confident, huh?" He raised his eyebrows smirking and you shrugged smiling before he leaned his head forehead against yours. "And yes, we won."

"But weren't we meeting at home?" You questioned and he nodded. "That was the plan but Sehun told about the presentation on the group and now they want a treat."

"I guess my card is going to be empty by the night." He sighed, looking up and you laughed making him look at you with a playful glare before smiling. "And I can't just count you out, you know."

You nodded as you both pulled away before he looked at you up to down wearing a thick knitted sweater and jeans. "Don't you think, you're taking the winter too easily? You have made a vow to make me worry."

You frowned. "It's not that cold."

"Yeah?" He took off his coat before wrapping it around you as he took your cold hands in his hands to warm them up. "But your strawberry nose is telling me otherwise."

You sniffed, making him giggle before you held out your hand. "Can I drive?"

Instead of handing the keys, he grabbed your hand before taking a quick peck from your lips leaving you blushing as he walked ahead. "No can do, I love my life."

You snapped out before slapping his arm. "Hey!"

You were seated around a long table where your friends and Baekhyun's employees were present who went with him while others couldn't be here for some reasons. Sehun was telling how the atmosphere was serious that he almost forgot what he was going to present and how Young Joon, his employee's face was making him laugh but he didn't dare to infront of them. Their experiences were hilarious making everyone laugh at the table.

Ria was also getting along with them as how her personality is and told you that she had applied for a teaching job which she always wanted to do. You also had applied to a publishing company as you always wanted to work there.

You were relieved as everthing was going well and on the right track.

"Hyung, since we have been working without a break, give us some day off." Sehun said more like a demand and Baekhyun nodded while casually pouring you the chicken soup making you smile at his gesture.

Not others though, as Sehun rolled his eyes making you give him a boring look before continuing your meal.

"Wow, it's so pretty." Ria spoke staring outside the glass window as it was snowing and Chanyeol chuckled. "You're more pretty."

Ria blushed hitting his arm lightly making him giggle while you all stared at them weirdly before Kyungsoo. "Let me eat peacefully."

You chuckled staring outside and suddenly the day where Baekhyun confessed to you while it was snowing crossed your mind making you smile. You turned to look at him and he was already looking at you smiling as if he was thinking the same.

"Wait- what's with this staring?" Sehun asked suspiciously and Baekhyun chuckled. "It's our thing."

"Ugh, Must you do this when I'm eating." Jongin groaned making everyone laugh.

"I'm opening a restaurant soon." Kyungsoo spoke gaining everyone's attention where you all halted while the latter was eating nonchalantly.

"Wow! Really?" Ria exclaimed loudly and he smiled at her reaction while you gave him a thumb up.

"That's a good idea." Jongin said looking at him with twinkling eyes. "I have always liked your cooking.

"Deliver some to our office too." Baekhyun joked casually making him laugh and giving him a nod.

"Kyungsoo-yah, I'll eat a lot for free." Chanyeol said laughing but Kyungsoo's reply made all of you laugh. "Who's letting you in though?"

Chanyeol pouted throwing him an air punch and Ria patted his back. "Don't worry, i'll let you come with me. We'll stay hidden."

You all laughed together before Baekhyun suddenly stood up. "You guys enjoy, I have to take Y/n somewhere."

You frowned but stood up as you helped him wear his blazer and Ria awed. "Just get married already."

Baekhyun chuckled at her and you glared at her before hanging his other coat in your arms. Then he took your hand and led you outside before you both bid goodnight to them and left.

You kept taking glances at your boyfriend imersed in the driving and then outside the silent road. "Mister, we have been driving for like twenty minutes now and I'm asking this hundredth time. Where are we going?"

Baekhyun took quick glance at your confused frustrate face before looking ahead. "And I'm telling you this hundredth time that be patient, Missy."

You huffed. "You know I'm not patient."

He nodded. "Right. So, be a little patient."

You clicked your tongue huffing and leaned your head against the headrest while looking outside before your eyes widened to see the road getting dark and huge trees either side of you.

"Are you throwing me off somewhere because I have been whining lately?" You asked gasping dramatically while making a cry face before looking at him questionly.

Baekhyun looked at you and then ahead before chuckling. "Stop being cute. You're distracting me."

"So just tell me, hm?"

He sighed before looking at you as a mischievous grin crept on his lips. "You're being kidnapped, Coffee bean. Is that answer enough?"

You widened your eyes playing along. "I should call my dad this instant."

"I already told him." He trailed off to look at smirking. "And guess what? He was happy."

"So, this is what I get for being a good girlfriend?" You looked outside with a dramatic expression while Baekhyun couldn't stop smiling at you before he suddenly made a turn and entered in a place filled with trees.

Your eyes enlarged as the car halted in the middle of the forest around a grass areas and you looked at him in surprise. "You were serious about throwing me off?"

He chuckled shaking his head. "Let's get out."

You shook your head vigorously with your eyes going huge. "Haven't you watched horror movies? Mostly ghost wander in forests and the protagonists gets possessed."

Baekhyun watched you blabbering cutely and smiling, he just got out leaving you perplexed and scared before walking towards your side. You rolled down the window and looked at him fearfully. "Baekhyun come inside. What if something happens?"

He chuckled leaning down as he rested his folded arms on the window. "Don't worry, the ghost won't do anything to me when the owner is sitting right here."

You frowned but then your jaw dropped as you attempted to hit but he backed away laughing. "I hate you!"

"No, you love me."

"And why he's so right about this." You muttered huffing before he leaned down again. "And you're going to be the most beautiful ghost ever."

You looked away trying not to smile before looking at him. "And this most beautiful ghost is gonna haunt you forever."

He smiled widely. "And I would love to get haunted."

You both giggled together before he suddenly opened the door and leaned down to unbuckle your seatbelt but you stopped him. "Are you sure?"

Baekhyun frowned. "Are you sure you're a horror lover?"

"That's different!" You whined and he giggled pecking your nose before making you get out of the car.

"Why are- Wow." You gasped as you roamed your eyes around with a shocked face before it turned into an amazed one. The whole area seemed so silent yet it gave a calm feeling with the stars and moon above you looked so beautiful.

Soon, you felt his arms around your shoulder from behind making you smile as you tilted your head to look at him while your arm caressing his arm slowly.

You looked up again. "How did you know this place?"

"The day I went to meet the client and my car broke down around this area. So I roamed around and found this place." He trailed off as he his hand went to your wrist. "When I saw this place, I just had this thought. Ah, I should bring Coffee bean here."

You smiled before feeling something on your wrist as you looked down to see him wearing you a bracelet. You brought your wrist up to see a silver bracelet with your and his first names initial filled with tiny stars around.

You smiled caressing the initials softly. "It's beautiful."

Baekhyun smiled back placing his chin on your shoulder. "Since you love stars, I prepared it like this."

You frowned about to say something but he instantly came infront of before placing your both hands on his shoulders while his hands went to your waist as he lifted you up and placed you on the bonnet.

You blinked couple of times blushing before he wrapped his coat around your legs while walking towards the other side and sat beside you. Smiling, you wrapped half of the coat around his legs making him smile as he scooted closer to you.

Then something hit you. "How do you know I love stars?"

"You told me at the night of the event." He paused to look at you frowning. "Don't tell me, you still don't remember?"

You shook your head smiling sheepishly and he sighed. "I'm never letting you get drunk again."

You giggled wrapping his arm around your shoulder as always while placing your head on his shoulder before kissing his cheek taking him by surprise.

"What was that for?"

"Just, for taking me here."

You both sat in comfortable silence gazing the stars and out of nowhere, a question popped up in your head. "Can I ask you something?"

He sat up as you leaned away before he looked at you. "Let me prepare myself."

You rolled your eyes before staring at him seriously. "How did you know that you love me?"

He was taken aback by your unexpected question but instantly recovered sighing as he licked his lips. "The day when you and Ria met an accident. Your trembling voice through the phone was enough to make me go crazy with worry. And that day I realized, I loved you too much to lose you."

You stared at him amazed by his answer making you feel so lucky to have him by your side and your lips stretched into a smile.

Baekhyun tilted his head. "What about you? How did you know?"

You widened your eyes blinking and looked away before shrugging. "It's nothing special."

Baekhyun frowned. "Everything about you is special to me. So, tell me."

Butterflies erupted in your stomach by his sudden heart fluttering words and you hesitantly looked at him. "Don't laugh, okay?"

Baekhyun raised his hands surrendering. "No, promises."

"Seriously!"

He giggled. "Okay, okay!"

You sighed. "I don't know exactly when but I got a little bit jealous and that was when I realized as why I was feeling like this because I liked you."

"Wait, you got jealous?" He asked amazed before frowning. "But I don't think, I have ever hung out with girls, then who?"

You bit your lip looking away. "Um, that day when you introduced Somi to me."

He bit his lower lip grinning. "Seriously? And here I thought my girlfriend doesn't get jealous."

You sighed closing your eyes. "I shouldn't have told you, you're going to tease me forever."

"You're so right about that." He laughed and you whined pushing him lightly but forgetting your great strength which made him almost fall off the car.

You instantly grabbed his arm at the right time pulling him towards you and you both stared at each other shook before bursting out laughing.

You hugged his waist while leaning your head against his shoulder staring above. "Let's be like this, always."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder making you both lean back against the windscreen before kissing your temple and looked up.

"Always."

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@wooya1224 @buttercupbbh @jddcfc-blog @usernameloaa @gominieni @shesdreaminginoverdose

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[soliverse]

baby don’t like it - q.kn

pairing: royal au duke!kun x princess!reader ft my best girl, Irene of Red Velvet

genre: angst, much muuuch stronger than the last one

warnings: mentions of violence, cheating, cussing, alcohol consumption (again, nothing too explicit, just giving you a bit of a heads up.

word count: 3171

Prompts:

“Keep the change, ya filthy animal.” - Home Alone (weird choice, I know)

“Baby, whether rain or shine, naughty or nice. I'm by your side.” - Ariana Grande (Not Just On Christmas)

ps: did I just write another angst for another Christmas special?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Baby Don’t Like It is a part of my Walking in a Winter Wonderland Collab with @suh-insane​ and @neocitybynight​. Once again, this is one of my first collabs and I am thankful for the approachable anons that let me join this event.

You can check the Walking In A Winter Wonderland event and the works of my fellow NCT writers over here!

networks: @nctcreations​ @kdiarynet @kpopscape

Men.

You’ve always hated them.

You’ve hated how your father treated your mother. You’ve hated how you’re treated all your life just because you’re not born as a man. You've always hated how they controlled every single decision in your life. You've hated how you're forced to marry someone you don't love for "the sake of our people".

But out of all the men that you hated; it was the one right in front of you.

As your assistants helped you get dressed, your husband was just sitting there on his phone, looking all nice and fine and smiling from ear to ear. He looked divine, suit garbed in black and red, making him look almost ethereal. Strands of his dark hair falls into his forehead, framing his perfect face even more. At the same time, he decided to wear his circular glasses, something that he did if he didn’t want to use his contact lenses.

Overall, his outfit made him look like one of those princes from those fairytale books that you had as a kid.

You can't help but roll your eyes, but you can't say whether it's from your assistants eyeing Kun or that he just HAD to be there to see you get dressed. After hours of getting ready, they placed a heavy tiara on your head as a finishing touch.

You stood up from your seat and twirled, making sure that everything looked perfect. You walked towards Kun and did a little wave to get his attention away from his phone. It didn’t work, so you walked closer to the couch and tapped his leg. This time, he shot up a look in your direction, still smiling.

“Oh hey. You good to go?”

You nodded as an answer. The two of you then made your way into your car, him being the driver. The car ride was eerily quiet. None can be heard except for other vehicles passing by and funky Christmas songs blasting from people outside. Well, there isn’t that much to talk about. You’ve spent every hour with each other that you feel like there’s more to share.

This is probably the reason why he suggested the event in the first place. Social events aren't really your thing, but at least it’s better than to stay at home and celebrate Christmas in silence. Or worse, spend it at your parents' mansion.

“Hey baby, cheer up a little.”

He was the first one to break the silence.

“Thank you for coming with me to the event. It means a lot to me.”

His voice was soft, just like it had always been whenever he’s talking to you. He moves closer from the other side of the and took your hand, squeezing it tightly. You never said anything. You just smiled at him in return, not really knowing what to say. It stayed that way until you reached the venue.

It was already a bit late at night and the whole city glistened from the twinkling lights that adorned it. The snow slowly falling down made your entrance to the party even more magical.

The car door has opened and cameras started flashing left and right. Dozens of paparazzi surrounded the area while the guards tried their best to keep them out. Kun made a point to wave to everyone, a move that everyone loved. You tried to force a smile as he wrapped his arms around your hips, feeling the silky fabric of the dress that you’re wearing.

Everyone greeted him, of course. His cheery self was acknowledged by everyone around him. Meanwhile, you just politely bowed at everyone else, forcing an awkward smile whenever someone tried to make interactions. They were probably bummed up that YOU had to go with, though. After all, Kun was the life of the party. The darling of the crowd. The Diana to your Charles.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our honorable guests for tonight. The main benefactor of Little Angels’ Children Hospital and the people behind this lovely event, Duke Kun and Her Highness Princess Y/N of the Northernshore.”

The crowd applauded as you made your way into the grand halls and took your place in the seat designated for the both you. It was a table that was isolated from everyone else, so the two of you are just stuck together. Sitting there was uncomfortable to say the least. You knew he wanted to mingle with people, but being the introvert that you are, he can’t leave you alone.

The program proceeded as usual. The children from the hospital sang some carols which touched everyone’s hearts. One of the cute little girls gave you a small figurine that she made. You gave her a warm hug before letting her join the other children on the stage. Kun, on the other hand, was trying his best to focus on the gala.

“Is something wrong?”

“No. Not at all.” He chuckled awkwardly, sneaking peeking on his phone from time to time. You didn’t pay him that much attention and shifted your focus back to the kids. The host announced that dinner will be served soon and the program will resume right after. You felt the need to go to the bathroom and so you tugged on his jacket to get his attention. Some Christmas carol was playing overhead and so he leaned down to hear what you had to say.

“Excuse me for a second. I need to powder my nose.”

You shyly whispered in his ear. He again flashes a sweet smile before nodding. Other people are so standing up from their seats, taking this opportunity to mingle with other people while dinner is being prepared. The guards offered to go with you but you declined and insisted that they stayed with Kun. From far away, you can see a bunch of people enthusiastically going to his direction. You just sighed as you walked across the crowd of people with your head down.

As you’ve finally reached the bathroom, the first thing you did was lock the stall and breathe. You rested your head at the door for a few seconds before finally doing your business. You’ve heard some people entered the bathroom. Your ears perked up to listen at their conversation. To your relief, none of them talked about you. They didn’t take long inside, probably just touched up, and left the bathroom.

Making sure that no one is inside, you opened the door and proceeded to look at yourself in the mirror. You weren’t that bad. Your red silky dress complimented your body and skin well. There are strands of your hair cascading from your messy bun, but that just added to your look. You look fine. It’s just that in everything that you say and do, everything pales in comparison to your husband. Opening the sink, you washed your hands and tried to snap out of Grinch mode. After all, it’s almost Christmas. You should be having fun.

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After leaving the bathroom, this time with a much jollier attitude, you saw Kun sitting in the same table. This time, he was with a woman. A woman that you knew pretty well.

Minji used to be your bestfriend during highschool. She was the only one kind enough to talk to you and actually get to know you as a person. Unfortunately, things changed just as soon as you reached college. Kun was a junior at that time and he became the guide that toured the freshmen throughout the university. Minji has been whipped ever since and Kun returned the favor.

Her family aren’t a part of the royals, which meant they can’t be together. A fact that had always pained you whenever you think about it. A part of you still felt guilty upon breaking the former couple apart. You never had the guts to faced Minji and so you made your way towards the open bar. Maybe some drinks will help you clear your head.

Trying to hide from other people and the guards, you picked a seat just right at the farthest corner of the open bar. You sat at one of the counters and ordered whatever drink that can get you drunk the fastest. You downed the drink fast, not even minding the harsh taste that it leaves as soon as it hits your tastebuds.

A voice suddenly interrupted your drinking session. You tried to hide your face to avoid being recognized, but the woman still sat down right next to you.

“A princess shouldn’t be drinking like that.”

“Excuse me?”

You finally turned around, casually flashing a playful smile at you. Your eyes grew wider at the sudden realization of who she is.

“Irene! It’s been ages!”

You almost spilled your drink to the floor as you stood up to hug one of your old college pals.

“It’s been forever, and yet you still act like a royal novice.”

The lass never changed. She was still her snobby self, a trait that you used to hate before you came to realize that that’s just her quirk.

The two of you are almost squealing before finally letting go of each other. You sat back down excitedly before pouring yourself another drink.

“Okay. Why are you here?”

“Remember Suho? The doctor? Well, he’s thinking doing business with the hospital. He’s making it some sort of an extension.”

"I still couldn’t believe that you got married." You said while chuckling. The old Irene had always had this intimidating aura to her that no boy ever dared to talk to her. It’s something that the two of you had in common.

"I could say the same about you."

Irene snickered as she motioned the bartender to bring more drinks for the two of you.  She casually grabbed her wine glass, being the classy lady that she is, and took a bit of a sip at her sparkling champagne, eyeing you shadily like there’s something she’s trying to tell you.

“I see that your husband is having fun without you.”

You just sighed as a response.

“Royals are for royals, Y/N. Minji isn’t born with a title.That is not your fault. Keep your head high for fuck’s sake. You’re THE Princess.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, preparing to talk her down to filth. However, her phone lit up from a phone call that she's receiving.

"I'm gonna have to leave you for a sec. It's Suhyun's babysitter."

She gave an apologetic smile before grabbing her purse from the counter and finishing the last of her drink.

"I’ll be back in a moment.”

She tossed a wink at your direction before you’re left alone in the bar once again. You started drinking once again when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Thinking it was Irene, you turned around and was about to talk smack to her. Instead, it was your husband. He grabbed you by your wrist and took you to an empty storage room nearby.

“The guards have been looking for you everywhere.”

His voice was low, but you can tell that he’s incredibly pissed.

"I just needed a drink to lighten myself up. Figured you need some time to hang out with your colleagues without your boring wife tagging along."

“You’re glad that I found you first. What would the media say if they saw the princess drinking like she’s in a college frat party?”

You just rolled your eyes at him and tried to free your hand from his tightening grip.

“I want to go home.”

“You are not going home in the middle of the event!”

You scoffed.

“Yes, I can. I’m the Princess. Just tell them I feel sick or something.”

You finally managed to escape his grasp and you walked out of the storage room by yourself and walked back into the. Sure enough, you used your acting lessons to feign an illness. The guards took charge immediately and escorted you back to the car. It caused a bit of a scene, so it didn’t take long before Irene found you. She whispered something in your ear and you just nodded.

“Change of plans boys. I’m going to we’re going to the hospital.”

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"Wakey-wakey…”

Kun felt a sudden surge of pain running through his body. His vision was blurry, pupil still adjusting to the light blaring through his face. Despite this, he can definitely see one thing. It was a silhouette of a woman.

"Ugh… Who are you?"

Moans and groans escaped his busted lips, the taste of metal fills his mouth. Not only was his mouth filled with his own blood, he was struggling to talk because of the dryness in his throat. He tried to move but his body felt sore. His arms and feet were tied up to this chair, making it impossible for him to get up.

The last thing that he remembered is that he is on a car ride somewhere, until his own guards pointed their guns at him.

The woman just laughed as a response. She walked towards him, dragging something heavy behind her. The screeching sound coming from the friction of the floor and metal stings in his ear.

Suddenly, he felt a hand run up to his shoulder into his neck making all of the hair in his body stand up. He had never felt more scared in his life. He felt her face lean over and whispered something to his ear.

"You know very well who I am Kun."

"Irene…"

The woman laughed once again. It sounded darker and more maniacal than earlier.

"I'm glad you remembered you my name after all these years. However, I'm afraid I’d have to cut this reunion short."

Just as she stood up, another silhouette appeared from the dark. The tapping of the back of her heels filled echoed across the hospital room, completely stealing your attention from Irene.

This time, he's certain about who it is.

"When you said that you'll make my problems disappear, this isn't what I had in mind."

You took the coat off of your body, letting in fall to the floor. He was about to beg you to release him, but he noticed something.

You had that dangerous look in you. Your blank cold stare even scarier than Irene's. The typical shy demeanor was dropped and instead replaced by those of predator. Someone that wants to eat him alive and make him disappear in the face of the Earth.

"I had a little fun with him already, if you don't mind.”

Irene walked towards your direction, smiling from ear to ear seeing her old friend back like this.

“I’m afraid I have to leave you here darling. Suhyun and her father is probably looking for mommy right now. Call me when you need me.” She gave you a delicate peck on your cheek before walking away from the room.

Now, the two of you are left alone. Silence once again peeks in as the two of you just stared at each other. Even up until now, that never changed.

This time, you’re the first one to speak up.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re in this situation.”

You took one of the seats and dragged it just a few meters in front of him. You sat down, leaned back while your arms and legs are crossed.

“I know about the affair between you and Minji.”

“Baby, please. It’s nothing...”

He used his sweet voice again, but to you it sounded more like teeth-rotting sugar. That sickly sweet taste that made you want to gag.

“Oh, stop the bullshit. I know about ALL of the affairs.”

You finally stood up from your seat and held your right hand up in the air.

“Let’s see. There’s Rosie, Jessica, Heather…” You spouted more names, taking down a finger every time you mentioned one. Kun is now looking even more uncomfortable. This time, it was his turn to look down, hiding the guilt-ridden expression of his face. Your finger touched his chin, tipping his face up in your direction.

“Wanna know how I knew?”

You poked your tongue in your cheeks and rolled your eyes before giving him one hard slap on his cheek.

“It’s because of those damn glasses! I can see every lewd picture that they send you, asshole!”

You look down at his direction and you saw tears running down from his face. He was trying his best not to sob because his own mouth betrayed him.

“What, baby? you don’t like being slapped in the face? Isn’t that what you wanted Minji to do to you whenever you’re fucking at the manor when I’m at business trips?”

The last sentence made you choke on your words. The combination of seeing Kun crying and the recollection of memories made you a bit soft. Your legs shook, making you kneel down on the ground and sob like a little girl when someone had taken her toys away from her.

“Why did it have to be Minji?”

“I-I’m sorry Y/N. Please… Let me fix this.”

You wiped you tears away just as you dropped this bombshell.

“Why did it have to be her? My first love?”

Picking yourself from the floor, you went back to where your discarded coat is. You wiped your tears out with the sleeves of the coat while you rummaged through its pockets.

“I can’t stand it. Even when you married me, she ‘s still stupidly in love with you.”

“W-wait… What do you mean?”

“Minji used to be my pretty little angel. You just had to turn her into your slutty mistress, don’t you?”

You felt something hard on your right pocket. It was the gun that Irene left you earlier at the party. Right beside it was your phone, blowing up with notifications of people greeting you a Merry Christmas as the clock just turned 12:00 a few minutes ago.

“It’s a sad thing that this will be our last Christmas together.”

You said once again, finally calmed down from the tears that you have just shed a few moments ago. Kun was now shouting at his seat, finally aware of what you’re about to do.

“You are not gonna get away with this!”

“Oh. But I will…”

You smirked at him once again.

“If I killed you right now, Irene and his men would take care of your body and discard it without anyone noticing. They do it all the time. If people suspect that I did something to you, I can just say that I went to the hospital to get treated. They have logs and cameras over here to back up my claims.”

You cocked the gun in your hands and started pointing it to his temples.

“..And as for you baby, text records show that you’re about to run away with Minji tonight. All of your other secrets will be exposed and people will finally see what you really are…”

You took a deep breathe before mustering up the courage to pull the trigger.

“Merry Christmas baby. I’m sure they’d appreciate charity events in hell.”

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Last Night of Freedom

Chapter 12 - Together - Adam & Ellie.

A/N: This chapter I wrote at 2 AM this morning my little one had a bad night but I’m glad I wrote this. I hope it makes sense I hope I got all the mistake. I didn’t plan this chapter it just kinda happened. There are quite a few of my own stories in this chapter but I won’t give away what! I hope you laugh as much as I did! I hope you like it! 😘

I am only tagging those who have asked to be tagged in this series from now on as I don’t want to annoying people with tags. So Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged and if I missed anyone sorry just let me know!  

Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.

Word count: 1676

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Fluffy fluff, Talk of male and female body parts & Mild NSFW

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy!

3 Months later.

I found my wedding dress, now I know what brides mean when they say once they find THE DRESS they know! You really do know! It's now 5 months before the wedding, and we decided to do the Hen and Stag do's now because Nina can't take anymore holiday off until the wedding.

We pull up to mum's club, Nina, Elaine, Amy and Kerry have already gone through 4 bottles of Prosecco in the limo ride over here, but we did get stuck in traffic thanks to road works.

"Ready for your last night of freedom El's?" Tom asks.

"Why do people say that? It's not like once you're married you're locked away forever, never to be seen again?"

"OK, I was just asking!" he pulls an awkward face.

I shove him "I know, I'm messing with ya! Looks like we are here finally"

We pile out of the limo and into mum's club "Ellie!! Ready for your big night?"

I roll my eye "Yeah, because I always wanted L plates on my chest and in my hair!"

"Don't forget the tutu and feather boa, El's" Tom laughs.

"Right, because how could I forget them, they are bright pink!" I laugh.

"I really don't get the whole L plate thing? She knows how to drive I thought?" Elaine looks confused.

"Well, she must do she's already taken Adam out for a test drive!" Amy winks.

"Oi, you! Stop it! I won't have my husband spoken about like that!" I giggle.

"Who wants cocktails?" Mum asks.

"Mum, Nina loves a blue lagoon. Don't you Nina?"

She gags but laughs.

"El's you choose!" Mum says.

"Nah, I can't drink too much I've only expressed enough for 3 days..."

"Argh, El's can we not talk about your tits please" Tom protests.

I laugh, "Mum, make these guys anything I'll just stick with soft drinks and a couple of Prosecco's"

~*~*~*~

Yup that didn't go to plan.....I'm currently struggling to get a jelly shot out of plastic shot glass and I have Nina shouting "SUCK IT" at me...that's not something you hear your mother in-law shout at you everyday.

I finally got it out "I did it!" I shout!

"El's, here!" Tom passes me something green in a shot glass.

"Tom, I can't..."

"Oh, come on El's 1 more! It's only Apple Sourz. We all have one!" Tom pleads.

"Actually, I think I'm with Ellie on this one" Elaine says. So, Tom reaches to take the shot glass off her, but she turns away, so he can't as she takes tiny sips.

I laugh, "Fine! But no more after this!"

He winks "Pinky promise," he hands one to Nina who has just come back from the toilets.

"Ewww, who got Hulk to piss in a cup!" Nina looks at the shot glass in horror!

We knock back the Sourz "Oh, that was actually quite nice! Can I get a pint of that?" Nina asks.

A little while later I'm at the bar with Elaine, "How do you feel about having the same penis forever?"

I choke on my water "Excuse me? Elaine you did not just say that!"

"I..."

I feel a tap on my shoulder I turn expecting to see one of the other Hen's but I'm greeted by a man with jet black hair and a toothy smile "Last night of freedom ay? Your husband to be is a lucky man. Can I buy you a drink?" he winks as he looks me up and down.

I roll my eyes! There's that saying AGAIN! "Actually, no I'm already married and no I wouldn't like a drink thank you and also you aren't my Adam, so I will not be wasting my last night of freedom with anyone other than my Adam thank you" I usher Elaine away and we join Nina and Mum

"The nerve of that guy" Elaine hisses "Anyway Ellie...hiccup you didn't answer my question!"

"Huh?" I ask her.

"How do you feel about having the same penis forever?" she asks.

"MUM!!!" a tipsy Nina laughs "She clearly enjoys my Adam's pen...."

"OK!! Can we stop talking about my husbands genitals, please?!" I shout.

"Genitals? Who's talking about genitals and why wasn't I invited to this conversation?" Tom asks as he joins us.

"No one was!" I hiss.

"Well, actually we were talking about Adam's..." Nina laughs.

"Argh, OK maybe I don't want to be a part of this conversation" Tom says. 

"Well, El's you were the one that brought up the word genitals.." Mum chimes.

"Yes, because I didn't want to say the word..."

"Penis?!" Elaine cuts me off.

Tom Howls.

"Yes!" I shook my head.

"So, Ellie...." Elaine says.

I give in and answer her question "Yes, Ellie I would like to have Adam's same penis forever!"

"Well, it's clear you enjoy it! Mel and I have seen and heard proof of it" Nina laughs.

"She sits on it enough" Tom jokes.

"Yeah, and you aren't the only ones that have heard and seen it!" Elaine chips in.

I look at her in shock "What? When?"

She blushes as she takes a sip of her drink "It was just after you moved in together...you hadn't got the curtains for the living room yet. I was upstairs in my bedroom about to close my curtains..well, obviously you guys are opposite and you did have that hedge but I could see into your living room from there. Adam was in his boxers dancing on your lap I turned away as soon as I realized what he was doing. I phoned him to tell him that you two could be seen. He answered, but I think he did it by mistakes as all I heard was moaning. I think you may have given the whole street a show"

Oh god that was the night he gave me a strip tease,and we burst one of the blow up sofas.

"Oh, El's you exhibitionist!" Tom chuckles.

"I'm not! I didn't know!" I hiss at him.

"Nothing wrong with being an exhibitionist. The times me and your dad got caught in Bella!" she laughs.

"Wait...Bella? My car Bella?" I ask, hoping she means a different Bella.

She laughs, "El's, she was your dad's car first! We did clean the seats, bonnet and the boot. Like you haven't done it in that car!"

I gag at the thought of my parents having sex in my car "No! Actually, I haven't"

"But you and Adam christened your new car!" Tom winks.

"TOM!" I shoot at him.

"What? You never said I had to keep it a secret!" he laughs.

"I remember Al and I getting caught once. It was on his Nan's sofa, they came back from their holiday early. We were living with them at the time I think I fell pregnant with Adam on that sofa...Not that time, another" Nina tells us.

I look to Tom for help "El's lets go and see Amy and Kerry," he pulls me with him.

"Thank you!" I kiss his cheek.

"That's what big brothers are for," he smiles.

~*~*~*

It's nearly 2:30 AM when I sneak in, I get to the top of the stairs and our bedroom light is on. I quietly open the door just incase Adam has Charlie in there.

When I get through the door, it's just Adam with the TV on, he smiles when he spots me "There's my beautiful already wife! Did you have a good night?"

"What are you still doing up?" I ask.

"I can't sleep without you," he winks.

I flop on to the bed "Aww, you fluff ball. Has Charlie been OK?" I ask.

"As good as gold! He went down in his cot at 7 PM and woke for a feed at 11 PM" he smirks.

"I have a confession to make" I give him my best pout.

He smirks " What have you done?"

I bite my lip "I kinda had more to drink than I planned too"

He chuckles "Is that it?"

"I wasn't supposed to have that much, but then there were shots and jelly shots and your mum was shouting at me to suck it..."

He looks confused "Wait? What?" he's laughing.

"I couldn't get the jelly shot out the plastic shot glass so she started shouting suck it at me" I laugh.

"God! What else happened?" he asks.

"Nan kept asking how I felt about having the same penis forever, then I found out my parents christened every part of Bella and did you know you were conceived on your dad's parents' sofa? Wait, that's not the best part Nan saw your strip tease and heard the after show. Also, some guy tried to buy me a drink but I told him I only wanted my Adam"

He looks half shocked and half amused "First question first what was your answer?"

"To the penis question? Yes, I am very happy to only have yours" I blush.

"Second question, how did parent sex even come up?" he asks.

"This was after Nan had explained she saw us from her bedroom window after we moved, then you pressed accept instead of decline when she phoned you and she heard us"

"Last question, your Adam?" he smirks as he pulls me on top of him, so I'm straddling him.

"Yes, my Adam" I wink "I bet on your stag do, you'll have all the girls falling at your feet"

He chuckles "They can fall all they want there is only one woman that gets my heart racing and my dick pulsing! She is the mother to my child, my beautiful wife and my sassenach!" he smirks.

Pulling me tightly to him, claiming my lips before rolling us, so he's on top "Adam, Charlie will wake up soon!" I giggle as he trails kisses from my lips to my chest.

"We better be quick then," he whispers against my inner thigh.

"Fuck!"

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He pulls down my skirt with my underwear and continue his trail up to my core...

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 13.

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Omg what if Vincent arranges a marriage between Diederich and his sister (reader) and at first they don't like each other but they fall in love eventually and you can take it from here...

Haha this was so cute omg!!!

You know your brother loves you. Given that your parents are gone now and he’s already married, it makes sense that he wants someone to take good care of you. After all, it’s not like he can take care of you forever when he’s got a wife and children to take care of. He just wants to make sure you’ll be okay as soon as possible.

That said… Vincent could not have picked a more irritating husband-to-be for you.

Diedrich is wholly and completely not someone you would have picked for yourself. For one thing, you don’t even think Vincent gave you his last name, so you can’t even imagine yourself as Mrs. (Y/N) Somebody. For another thing, this man manages to get on every single last one of your nerves. He’s always eating, which means he frequently talks with his mouth full, which you can’t stand. He acts like he’s high and mighty, better than to give anybody the time of day. Even when the two of you are supposed to be on dates, the whole thing ends up making you feel like you’re a bother to him. He is rude to servers at restaurants, doesn’t like taking walks because he’s got hayfever, he speaks about you in German right in front of you as if you can’t tell regardless of the language, and overall just doesn’t seem to have a romantic bone in his body. It’s been several months already; there isn’t any spark between you two. You know there isn’t a huge spark between a lot of couples, but even so… you just can’t really see spending the rest of your life with Diedrich.

Quite frankly, you think you could do much better, and are almost insulted that this is the man Vincent chose for you to marry.

When Diedrich arrives at the manor today, he’s red-faced and out of breath with watery eyes. As the maid greets him and takes his coat, you pause in your current task – trying to figure out which table this pretty vase should go on – to raise an eyebrow at your fiancé. “My, how am I ever going to resist you, Diedrich?” you mutter before returning to your activity. “You’re a mess.”

“Don’t start with me!” In half a second he’s pulled out his handkerchief and ducked to the side, letting out a couple of loud (and utterly obnoxious) sneezes. “Mein Gott… here. Frohes Jubiläum. I’m going to go wash off my face.” His other hand thrusts something out toward you before he sneezes again and makes his way to one of the washrooms as quickly as he can.

You look after him for a moment, too stunned to even say God bless you. Then you glance down, and are surprised that what he shoved into your hands is a bouquet of flowers. What on Earth…? He hates flowers. And what did he say in German just now? You may be able to tell when he’s talking aboutyou in German, but you haven’t actually learned much German yourself besides greetings. Either way, these are clearly meant as a gift for you.

It strikes you as a bit odd. Although Diedrich has taken you out to places and paid for, say, dinner for you before, he’s never actually given you a gift… unless a rushed little peck on the cheek counts as a gift. What’s going on–?

By the time Diedrich comes back, breathing easier and visibly more relaxed, you’ve placed the flowers in the vase you were faffing with when he came in. Now you’re arranging the flowers, making sure they’re all prominently displayed and happily admiring them. Whatever this is about, you have to admit, he picked out a bunch of beautiful ones. “Ah, so… you like them?”

“Mhm. They’re lovely.” You drop your hands and turn to face him, tilting your head. That’s strange, too. For once he actually looks kind of… pleasant. If you didn’t know better, you’d think that was a half smile on his face. “What were they for, again?”

“Oh… I said that in German, didn’t I? Ach der lieber.” A shrug is the response you get before he heads into the sitting room. “Happy anniversary, (Y/N). It’s been six months since we got engaged, so I figured… maybe it was time to get serious about this.” He plops down in a chair, and almost as if on cue, reaches for one of the trays of food the maid set up earlier. “You know, I’m shocked the engagement’s lasted this long.” Within a few seconds, his mouth is full, and he’s still talking. “With the way Vincent talks about you, it’s madness that he’d want anyone marrying you. Especially me.”

The way he speaks is so candid, like it’s certainly the truth, and yet, he’s awfully casual about it. You move to sit close in a nearby chair, watching him for a few seconds. All his typical mannerisms – his voracious appetite, talking without swallowing, brusque and almost indifferent demeanor – seem a lot less bothersome to you suddenly. “What do you mean?”

“Mmm…? Well… it’s just a bit loony to think that Vincent would set his precious baby sister up to marry a man like me. You know how I am.” For some baffling reason, the way his speech is muffled by food is even sort of endearing. That feeling comes out of nowhere to hit you; even as he keeps eating. “I mean, come now, let’s face it. I’m not exactly Prince Charming, am I?”

Well… he said it, not you. “I’ll admit you’ve never been what I expected. – Ah, for God’s sake, Diedrich.” You lean over and pluck what he’s currently eating from his fingers. “Would you at least wait until Mary brings the tea in before you start stuffing your face like that? You’re going to choke. And why did you get me flowers?”

He quirks an eyebrow at you, as if you’ve started speaking another language. “I told you why. Today is our six-month anniversary. Are you really that surprised that I remembered? Gott, wait until I remember your birthday, then.”

“That isn’t what I mean,” you chuckle. It’s amazing, but you actually feel sort of… okay with him for once. You can’t recall the last time he made you smile, if he has at all. “You’ve got hayfever, and you decided to get me flowers. Why not just get me chocolates or something like that? Why flowers? Why give me something that you know will make you miserable?”

“Ah… pff.” That wave of his hand seems like a dismissive gesture, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear his face flushes the slightest rosy color. “They’ll be dead in a few days. The trip over was the worst of it. Besides, I… wanted to make you happy. And I know you love flowers. Since I’m always a pain about going on walks, this is probably the next best thing, ja? I just… figured… maybe I should start taking our potential marriage and relationship a bit more seriously.”

That catches you off guard quite a bit. He’s trying to take your relationship more seriously…? Diedrich? The guy who doesn’t even really care that much about you? “You… you don’t have to do that. Lots of men don’t change… just because the wedding date’s getting closer…”

“Heh… lustiges Mädchen.” Diedrich reaches over and grabs his food back from you, looking pleased when you’re a little too out of it to stop him. Instead of eating, though, he just stares down at the miniature sandwich that’s back in his hands. “It’s not because of that. Can I tell you something?”

“I… suppose.” Out of nowhere, it feels like your heart’s started to race. What in the world is going on here? You’ve never felt anything romantic toward Diedrich before, so why now do you feel as if you’re experiencing your first kiss…?

His eyes fall half-lidded, denying any urge to look up from his food. It looks like he’s deep in thought and doesn’t want to look at you for some reason. “When we first met… and I saw you… I just thought… ‘She’s out of my league.’ I didn’t like you, you got on my nerves, but you were… something else. It didn’t make sense to me why Vincent would want me to marry someone like you. You’re beautiful, and the way your face lights up when you’re enjoying the simple things, even though you could be spending your time doing something much more high-class… I don’t know. I’d never met anyone like you, and I still haven’t. It’s just… crazy to me that you haven’t flat-out refused to be with me anymore at any point. Even though it’s – I know I’m not your first choice, it… never fails to astound me that you’re still… trying.” At last he shoves his food into his mouth, and for once, he actually chews and swallows before speaking again. “It’s a mystery why you haven’t simply given up on me yet.”

This whole speech is news to you. You’d probably have to sit down if you weren’t already sitting, because it’s all such a shock. He actually likes you? This whole time he’s been concerned about not being good enough for you? That… might actually explain why he’s always acted so distant. You know the feeling of thinking you’re not good enough for someone, and when you have that feeling, a person’s natural reaction is to not even try. It looks almost like Diedrich’s been sabotaging himself ever since the two of you met. Even by the time he realized he had feelings for you, he was constantly talking himself out of just going for it.

A warm, fluttering sensation blooms through your stomach, and you get to your feet. It only takes a moment for you to decide that you want to do what you’re planning, and you slowly lower yourself down into Diedrich’s lap. “So… all this time… you just had no idea how to act. You actually had feelings for me, and you didn’t know how to deal with it, so you never did.”

“Was–” If his face wasn’t flushed before, it certainly is now. He’s turned completely red, and looks like he’s attempting to push himself backward. The only problem with that is that he’s currently sitting in a chair with nowhere to go. He looks down quickly, and his face gets even darker. “… Ja, I guess. I was hoping it would calm down, but… I still like you. It’s hard to talk about it, because I just… I knew you didn’t like me back. And how could you? You deserve someone much better. But if us getting married is really going to happen… I should… make more of an effort.”

You can feel your lips turning down as you think about all of this. Perhaps, even after countless dates and spent time together, the two of you have never given each other a fair chance. You’ve been busy looking at all his flaws, and he’s been busy being puzzled by you. It seems like, deep down, he really isn’t such a bad guy. Maybe he just has trouble opening up and getting in touch with what he really feels. As for you… you won’t pretend you can’t see what he means about you being ‘something else’. But, it seems like he might be starting to actually see what you’re like instead of seeing you as some unattainable enigma.

“… You know, Diedrich, you’re a good bit more complicated than you want people to believe.” You lean forward, and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. One hand drapes down so that your fingers can curl around his. “Happy anniversary, love. Now, listen, if I’m going to be your wife, then I mean it. Don’t eat like you were a moment ago unless you’ve got something to drink. And no more flowers in the house. Understood on both counts, darling?”

He’s blushing all the way down to his neck now, and gives a slow nod regardless. There’s even an embarrassed, amused smile playing on his lips. “Ja, liebe…” Although he moves his hand to rest on your hip, he seems to think better of it at the last second. Instead his arm reaches up to lay across your shoulder. “Would you… like to take a walk tomorrow afternoon? We could do it after tea, so I’ll be less… distracted.”

“Okay, sounds like fun.” The tip of your finger taps his nose before you reach over to grab another of the small sandwiches. “You like these? I’ll make them again tomorrow.”

“Warte ab… you made those? I thought Mary made them.” The look in his eyes is suddenly less serious, yet no less delighted. “Wow… (Y/N)…” Out of the blue his face breaks into a wide smile, something you’ve never seen on him before, and he takes your hand. Not a second later, his lips are pressed to the backs of your fingers.

“Sei meine Braut!”

[themaninflannel]

Maybe Bars Aren’t So Bad

Summary: reader goes to a bar to get away from the fighting at her sister’s place and who might she meet there but Jensen Ackles. this is an AU where no one is famous and Jensen isn't in any kind of relationship with the amazing Daneel.

Warnings: Smut, drinking, fighting(not Jensen),

Word count: ~1800

A/N: feedback would be greatly appreciated! I'm still iffy on my smut writing skills and its my first Jensen fic so i hope yall like it!

It was supposed to be a fun vacation to see my sister and her kids in Austin, but her ex-husband- or soon to be ex- showed up and the fighting started. We were all settled on the couch watching a movie that my nine-year-old niece wanted to watch, some Disney movie I think, when we heard a pounding on the front door of my sister’s apartment. She got up to open the door to show a very drunk ex-husband named Dylan. 

“Go away, Dylan. You’re drunk…as usual” she tried to close the door in his face. 

“No, please! don't shut me out! We can fix this!” When he started shouting I shooed the kids into my room, I knew it might get ugly and children shouldn’t have to hear their parents fighting. Once they were in there i closed the door and went back out to tell him to leave.

“Dylan. you need to choose a different time to do this. A time when your kids can’t hear you, that goes for both of you. But I’m not going to make y'all do anything. I’m going to put the movie on in my room and make it loud so that the kids can’t hear you guys. And then I’m going to go find a bar for a few hours. Get your shit together, guys. be adults.” I scolded.

“Oh, fuck off! You’re always trying to get in the middle! You can’t fix everything for her all the time! Just because you have no one doesn’t mean you need to make everyone else as miserable as you!” Dylan shouted at me. With that, I flipped him off and walked out the door, leaving them to shout at each other. 

I walked to the nearest bar and ordered a beer, I wanted to be there for a while and I wasn't looking to get shitfaced right away, I hated bars but it was better than being where the fighting was happening. 

While I sat there I watched the people; the couples on dates, the women having a girls night out, the singles clearly looking to hook up, and the people like me: the ones that just wanted to be somewhere else and the bar just happened to be that ‘else’. So I noticed when people came or left, especially the attractive ones. 

After a while, I noticed two tall attractive men walk through the front door. One of them had longish shaggy hair and the other was a few inches shorter and much more bowlegged than the first. They walked up to the bar next to me and ordered, as they waited they talked and I overheard some of it. On accident. Totally on accident.

“Jared, dude! I’m so happy for you! I can’t believe Gen's pregnant!” The shorter one said, clapping the other on the shoulder.

“It’s so crazy Jensen, I mean we've been trying for what feels like forever and it finally happened!” I ordered another beer and watched these two happy men. Or I thought they were both happy until the taller one-Jared I think- left. When he was alone the other-Jensen- downed his scotch in one gulp and ordered another. The happy look slid off his face.

“Not so happy for your friend after all, huh?” I asked him, the alcohol in my system may have given me some confidence.

“Ha. That easy to tell?” 

“How bout I buy you your next drink, and you can bitch about it to your heart's content.” I motioned the bartender over.

“Arent I the one that’s supposed to buy the drinks?” he chuckled, taking a sip from his new drink.

“You can buy the next round, then” I raised my glass towards him and he brought his up to meet it.

 "Deal.“ 

"So, are you gonna tell me why you're pissy?”

 "Pissy?“ He snorted

 "Yeah, with the face and the fake happy and the downing your drink in one gulp!” I teased him. I don’t know why, I just met the man. 

“Fine. Maybe I’m a little pissy,” He took a sip from his drink. I didn’t say anything, hoping he would continue. After a minute he did, “It’s just, his life is so perfect right now! He’s married to someone who loves him. And he’s about to bring a child into this world!”

 "And that’s a bad thing..?“ I was trying to get him to talk more, he clearly needed to get it off his chest.

 "No. no. Not for him. For him it’s great. It’s the best thing ever. It’s what I want." 

"Ah, not I get it. You're jealous!”

 "No! I’m not….I’m not jealous. I just want-ok you know what. Fine.“

 "Knew it,” I downed my drink. 

“Don’t.” He seemed to get a little defensive and almost insecure.

“Ok. I’ll shut up.” I raised my hands in surrender.

“It’s-he has this perfect life! With everything he’s ever wanted! And what do i have? Nothing. I haven’t even gotten laid recently! And he has a freaking baby on the way...” He sounded frustrated, I was a horrible person because the only thing I could think about was how he could sleep with me to get out of his rut.

“There might be a solution to that particular problem,” I jokingly winked at him before continuing, “I mean; you’re and attractive man, sitting in a bar full of women looking to hook up…” I spun around on my bar stool so I was looking to the rest of the room.

“You think I’m attractive?” He asked incredulously. 

“I have eyes, ya know,” That made him laugh. It was good to see him laugh, I could tell he needed to.

 "Ok, so. Who?“ That made me laugh.

"That’s totally up to you! Pick a chick you think is hot, go over to her, buy her a drink, and chat her up. Easy.”

“Easy?!" 

"Ok, maybe not easy. But definitely possible,” I started scouting the bar for potential hookups for this man I just met, “alright. I’ll play wing-woman," 

"When did you decide this was actually happening?”

 "Well, do u want to go home with someone, or do u want to spend more time at hand-central station?“

"Fair enough.” We sat and chatted and I pointed out women and watched his try to pick them up and fail.

By the end of the night, we weren’t drunk anymore, just a little buzzed, and he had crashed and burned with every woman he talked to. Somehow over the last few hours, we became good friends. I still thought he was incredibly attractive, but I also saw his goofy awkward really bad with women side too. And unfortunately, that only made him more attractive. 

“We should get out of here, it’s like 2 am.” He pointed out. I knew we had to leave but I really didn’t want to go back to my sister's place. I was sure she and Dylan were still fighting. Either that or they were having angry sex. I just didn’t want to be there. 

“I knew we don’t know each other very well, but I don’t really want to go back to my sister's place. Do you have a couch I could crash on?" 

"Yeah, come on. Let’s go catch a cab. We’re still too buzzed to drive,” somewhere between getting in the cab and getting to his apartment our lips found each other’s and didn’t separate anymore than we needed to.  

We burst through his door, my legs around his waist, his hands on my ass holding me up. He pushed me against the wall and tore my shirt open, revealing the comfortable old T-shirt bra I was wearing. “Sorry. Wasn’t …..expecting ..this…” I gasped out between open mother kisses. 

“No ….don’t. …it’s cute.” He moved his hand from my ass to my hair, using his hold on it to tilt my head so he could get easier access to my neck. He peppered open mouthed kisses along my jaw and down my neck to my collarbones. After a minute of his mouth on my skin, he shifted us so that we were on the couch.

 "Are you sure...we don't have to....?" He paused and asked, his face flushed. He's gorgeous lips parted, drawing all of my attention. 

"Yes dumbass. You were the one that needed to get laid so: yes I want to do this," I pulled him back down so that he was practically laying on top of me.

I could feel his hardness against my leg, making me even wetter. I ground into his thigh making us both moan. By now he had his hands and his mouth on my boobs. One hand twisting and flicking one nipple while his mouth played with the other, drawing noises from me that I didn't know I could make.

 He moved down and undid the button and pulled the zipper on my pants, pulling them and my underwear down and off my legs. he started on my hips, kissing around my hip bone. Then he made his way down my thighs and back up to the other hip. Only when I was practically begging for it, he finally sealed his lips around my clit, sucking and flicking. He dipped his tongue down into the heart of my wetness, followed by a finger. Then another. He curved them up and perfectly hit my G-spot making me whine needing more. He added another finger and kept curling them and with his mouth on my clit, I could feel the pressure rise. He kept going until all of the pressure released, through my whole orgasm he kept sucking on my clit carrying me through. 

He came back up and I pulled him into a deep kiss, deepening it as my hands roamed his body. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my pussy. I reached down and slid it into myself, just a little at first letting him be in charge. He slowly pushed until he was all the way in a loud groan escaping his mouth and his head fell onto my shoulder after he let me get adjusted he started pumping in and out using his hips in ways that have never felt so good. 

We became one being, moving together, breathing together. Feeling the crests and falls, for what felt like hours until we had our final synchronized release. We lay there in sweaty exhaustion until we fell asleep. 

Maybe bars aren't so bad after all.

[portugalisinsa]

Telling my Friend, Who Still Hasn't Watched Gotham, All About S03E13 (and Why I Haven't Told Her Anything Else)

Me: So let's start with something neither of us gives a shit about: Catwoman.

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Me: Selina is quite reasonably angry about her mother abandoning her when she was five or something. I posit that if she was this annoying when she was five then I kinda see where her mother comes from, but understanding is not condoning and all that.

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Me: And you think, okay, so this boring dribble about her being angry about her mother abandoning her is going to be her plot for the season, I see, I hate it but it's not like I was really paying attention when she happened anyway. However, you'd be wrong, because two scenes later Bruce says "being an orphan sucks" and she discovers that her mother had a box full of things that reminded her of Selina, so she's instantly forgiven.

Friend: ...Then what was the point of this?

Me: I have no idea. My theory is that somebody told the writers "no, there's always drama when people find their estranged parents, so we must have this" and the writers were like "ugh, FINE, here's your stupid DRAMA".

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Me: Alfred has a crush on Selina's mother. There's nothing much to say other that it's embarrassing for everyone involved, most of all the audience.

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Me: Done with that, let's go on with the next completely useless drama: Lee. I'm pretty sure she didn't see her husband running towards her with a knife for reasons too unlikely to explain, so she's pretty angry at Gordon for killing him. Which is understandable, I'm not saying it isn't, but does it warrant her causing a scene in front of the entire GCPD in which she calls out Gordon? Wouldn't a call have sufficed?

Friend: Imagine being part of the crowd and seeing that, though, it must have been amazing.

Me: Oh yeah, I assume someone was passing the pop-corn.

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Me: So you think, oh, this must be her plot for the season, right? Well you would be wrong.

Friend: Jesus christ, does it get solved the next scene too?

Me: No, the next scene has her and Falcone posing while discussing how they both hate Gordon and he must die.

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Me: By the way, I never told you about Zsasz, I think, so very quickly: he's awesome. He's a hitman, but I swear to god I can't understand who the fuck he's working for. He was very loyal to Falcone the first season, but then he was taking orders from Penguin, then from Ed, then from Falcone again. I assume he's freelance, but in my heart he works in a waffle house. He also usually works with a crowd of leather-clad women who are apparently called 'the Zsaszettes'. As I said- fucking awesome.

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Me: Lee then talks to Barnes, you know, I Am The Lawwwwwww, to ask him about the virus. I have no idea why she doesn't ask Mad Hatter, the guy who actually infected him, but whatever.

Friend: Maybe because he's a fucking hypnotist.

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Me: Barnes is all "no, I totally like killing and I want to do it forever" and Lee is like "that instantly makes me change my mind" and sends her to Falcone to beg him to spare Gordon. Falcone thinks nostalgically of times gone by, when people angered the mafia and their bodies ended up in a barrel of acid with no 'ifs' or 'buts': then he remembers he's the kind of idiot who had a woman who wanted to kill him and get his criminal empire tortured rather than killed, and brainwashed the right hand of the aforementioned woman because, I don't know, there's no person who knows how to keep a club who also hasn't tried to betray him, I guess, and spares Gordon.

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Me: So thus concludes another one-season-plot in one single episode. In my mind, an image of the writers mumbling "there, you have your fucking former-lover drama now, you happy now? Are you being entertained?! ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SHITS?!" appears.

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Me: On to Nygmobblepot. Edward has disappeared, leaving a guy who looks a lot like Draco Malfoy behind. Penguin, no longer the most Slytherin guy in the room, pouts.

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Me: Then this woman appears and she's all "come on my show, so you will be revealed as a horrible person in front of the whole US and be ruined forever."

Friend: ...I see at least two problems there.

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Me: Okay, so, long story, I never told you about Penguin's father, but basically he was this nice guy who met Penguin when he was reformed, and he was the best, and he was married with a wicked woman and her two children, another wicked woman and a guy who I honestly kind of loved, he was too dumb to be malicious in his dickery and I think he actually wanted to pounce Penguin. Like, in a sexy way.

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Me: -he made her eat her children, then chopped off her head and mounted it somewhere in the mansion where I think it still is

Friend: God I love Penguin

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Me: His father appears and he's like "beware the birthday boy", and I was like 'the birthday boy better not be Edward, because 'Edward' has way fewer syllables than 'birthday boy''. Then it turns out the birthday boy was Draco Malfoy, and I was like "oh, okay, he just had no idea what was his name, got you".

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Me: The woman now goes "be ready, mr Cobblepot, the world is watching". Somehow, that is not supposed to be a joke.

Friend: Why the fuck would the world care about an interview to the mayor of some city? Do they translate it for other countries? Are you telling me that, in Gotham's world, Japan is watching the interview to the mayor of Modena?

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Me: We then discover this was all a plan by Edward to... something something ruin Penguin in front of the people.

Friend: ........I still see at least one glaring flaw in this plan.

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Me: My main problem with this is, I'm pretty sure that's what counts as an April Fools in Edward's world. Like, tell me stealing the corpse of Penguin's father and then hiring a shapeshifter to be the father's ghost and make Penguin slowly lose his mind and kill a random person isn't Edward's version of sticking a 'kick me' sign on his back.

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Me: So that was a couple of episodes ago. Now you might be wondering, what happened after that? The answer is, I only have a vague idea, because I don't really care to find out.

Friend: Oh? Why?

Me: Well, Gordon's and Harvey's plot was that there's a group of people who want to bring Jerome back to life, so I'm now debating whether I care enough about Nygmobblepot to suffer through Jerome. The answer is, I don't. God, I so don't.

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Me: I just, look, ignoring the fact that I don't like him as a character- I saw some gifs of Jerome in the following episodes, alright, and apparently it was him trying to make Bruce kill someone, and for fuck's sake, if I have to live through another fucking villain that wants to destroy the hero's ideology I will punch a fucking puppy.

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Me: The truth is that Christopher Nolan ruined us. He made his Batman movies, and now villains are too fucking fancy to just want to kill people with a big laser. What is wrong with wanting to take over the world? What's wrong with wanting to kill the hero with a rock? Big rocks are good. There's no shame in being practical.

[datesfordummies]

Just because 1-65 you don't need to do them all if you don't want to

challenge accepted.

but just remember, you asked for it.

1: Do you have a crush at the moment?

yeahhhh #mountainman

2: Have you ever been deeply in love?

not romantically but i do have a crazy deep amount of love for my friends and dog. does that count?

3: Longest relationship you’ve ever been in?

3 months

4: Have you ever changed for someone?

I think I’ve gone along with things that I wasn’t totally a fan of for someone. Also, I’ve tried new things to impress someone else but lucky me I ended up liking those new things a lot

5: How is your relationship with your ex?

My last actually ex, we don’t talk. My most recent thing tho was a summer fling and we’re still friends!

6: Have you ever been cheated on?

not that I know of…

7: Have you ever cheated?

nope!

8: Would you date someone who’s well known for cheating?

probably not. like i’d have to really really really like them and know that they really really really liked me

9: What’s the most important part of a relationship?

being happy with each other

10: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

serious relationships. flings are just consolation prizes when college and summer camps and other such things limit the time together.

11: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on “breaks”?

not really. unless maybe i would get it for like temporary long distance, ya know? like when we are in college we date, when we go home for holidays we go on a break. but idk, i’d have to trust them.

12: How many people have you ever hooked up with?

just 1 :)

13: What’s one thing you regret saying/doing in a previous relationship?

my first boyfriend i know nothing about. all we did was makeout and he was very pro-pda and i was not but i was not yet pro-speaking up for myself sooo i kinda got a reputation from that relationship that followed me all the way thru high school

14: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?

i don’t know that there’s an age. like teens at least. but, when you are mature enough to talk about it with the actual sex words like penis and vagina without getting squeemish then you’re ready

15: Do you believe in the phrase “age is just a number”?

yeahhh #mountainman #14years…oops

16: Do you believe in “love at first sight”?

nahhh, but lust yes

17: Do you believe it’s possible to fall in love on the internet?

yeah! love is 1. a choice 2. an emotions thing and emotions can be conveyed thru the internet (also god bless skype y’all)18: What do you consider a deal breaker?

mean to strangers and like employees/ wait staff. like just don’t be an asshole.

19: How do you know it’s time to end a relationship?

i don’t have a set rule…i can just kinda sense a shift in the energy between us. is that too hippy-dippy bullshit of an answer??

20: Are you currently in a relationship?

nahhh #lookinatyamountainman

21: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?

of course! i don’t see why not, given it was a mutual split. after sometime, come back and be buddies!

22: Do you think people should date their friends?

if they like their friends then yeahhh

23: How many relationships have you had?

really real relationships? 1

24: Do you think love can last forever?

since i strongly believe we choose to love people then yes, if you care enough to stick it out

25: Do you believe love can conquer all things?

i don’t see why not?

26: Would you break up with someone your parents didn’t approve of?

nahhhh

27: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

communicate ya feelins!!!!28: Do you think long distance relationships can work?

yeahhh, it takes work but if they’re worth it then yeahhhhhhhh

29: What do you notice first about another person?

hair usually

30: Are you straight, bi, gay or pansexual?

straight

31: Would it bother you if your partner suffered from any mental illness?

nahhh

32: Have you ever been in an abusive relationship?

not romantically?

33: Do you want to get married one day?

it’s not a goal of mine. like i’m happy if i never do. i’m happy if i love someone enough and it feels right and i do.

34: What do you think about getting your partner’s name tattooed?

noooo don’t do itttt like love can last forever, but it could end in an unforseen break up sooo yeahhh nahhhh

tips from mountain man: only get name tattoos of your own kids or dead relatives.

35: Could you be in a relationship without sex?

yeahhh my sex drive is low af actually

36: Are you still a virgin?

depends on your definiton of sex. like i say i’m not bc i’ve recived oral but i’ve never even touched another person’s genitalia actually ((is this oversharing??))

37: What’s more important: Looks or personality?

personality!! i feel people start to look like how they act the more you get to know them

38: Do you enjoy love films?

yessss. my favorite is An American in Paris

39: Have you ever given anyone/received roses?

i got a rose today from my friend! and sometimes i get them after plays that i’m in from my wonderful fam and buddies. and i have also given them to my buddies. never romantically tho.

40: Have you ever had a valentine?

nahhhh

41: What’s your imagination of a “perfect date”?

we take our dogs to the dog park (bc they’d have a dog let’s be real) then get tacos and smoothies and sit somewhere to watch the sunset

42: Have you ever read “Romeo & Juliet”?

yeahhhh #hamletisbetter43: What’s more important: Your partner or your friends?

friends are ride or die so…yeahhhh

44: Would you consider yourself “romantic”?

i can be. i mean, you’ve all seen my blog sooo

45: Could you imagine to date one of your current friends?

my close friends no but like one of my side friends maybeee, i had a fling with one of them so yeahhh i would date him.

46: Have you ever been “friendzoned”?

yeahhh but he’s like my dad now

just to clarify: not my actual dad. he’s just the dad of our friend group so we call him that.

47: Which “famous couple” is your favorite?

if the obamas don’t count then i’m not participating.

48: What’s your favorite love song?

That’s All by Nat King Cole i think

49: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

yeahhhh i still feel guilty to this day

50: If you’re single, why do you think you are?

i keep comparing everyone i meet to a wonderful man who probably sees me as like a child #mountainadult

51: Would you rather date someone who’s rich but a douchebag or someone who’s poor but a nice guy?

poor and a nice guy

52: Are you good at giving other people advices regarding dating/ relationships?

nahhh the absolute worst, right guys???

53: Are you jealous of couples when you’re single?

only when they’re like super duper cute like my friend’s bf just posted this really great pic of her on insta and said ‘just an appreciation post bc i’ve never been so happy’ and like when will i ever??

54: How important is it to make a relationship official (p.e. on facebook)?

not that important. like make it official in ur hearts don’t worry about fb.

55: Would you consider yourself “clingy”, “overly attached” or “jealous”?

i don’t think so?

56: Have you ever “destroyed” a relationship?

no?

57: Do you think it’s silly to consider suicide because of a broken heart?

i won’t say silly but also don’t do it because i love you and that’s just one of sooooo many eligible people who would love ya wayyy better

58: Are you the “dominant” or the “submissive” part in a relationship?

i like balance but i’m probably more sub by nature like i’m super passive and like follow other’s flow

59: Have you ever forgotten important dates like your partner’s birthday or your anniversary?

i ALMOST forgot a birthday and ended up making brownies at like 3am the night before

60: What’s your opinion on open relationships?

not for me but if it’s your thang and your partner is down then go for it!

61: Who’s more important: Your partner or your family?

welll family is the og ride or die

62: How do you define “cheating”?

physically being/ go on a date with or attempting to be with another person when you are committed to someone else

63: Is watching porn while being in a relationship inappropriate?

nahhh

64: Do you think Valentine’s Day is overrated?

nahhh, i’ve made it my self love day (although that’s kinda everyday for me)

65: Would you consider yourself a “cuddler”?

i used to hate it but it’s actually my job now like i go to people’s homes and cuddle with them as a form of therapy so yeahhh

thanks for asking and ya the real mvp if you read all of those!

anyone who wants to answer all or some do it! and tag me so i can know all of your secrets!