#they will beat him up AND critique his outfit

[chukys-mouthguard]

What if?

Genre: fluff

Word count: 3,229 words

Featuring: matt rempe x female reader

Warnings: drunk guy being an asshole at the bar, aggressive/protective Matt

Note: okay, this is the first thing I’ve written in years, please be kind 😅 I just got a thing for this man now idk…feel free to send in some requests or let me know if you want more to this story? Not sure if it will be a one off or a little series

“Okay, how do I look?” You walk down the hall of your apartment, stopping to pose for Matt so he can give you his stamp of approval. He eyes you up and down, as if he is going to deliver some harsh critique. Your outfit is nothing crazy; jeans, a gray long sleeved bodysuit, black heeled boots, and a small cross body bag. With the New York City weather still chilly out, you figured it would keep you warm along with the alcohol you’d be consuming.

“Beautiful as always. But let’s try and keep the collecting of guys' phone numbers to a minimum tonight huh?” You laughed as you playfully smacked Matt’s arm. Making your way to the fridge to grab your High Noon you’d started sipping on before getting dressed. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous Matthew Rempe.” He shot you a cocky smirk as he leaned on the kitchen island next to you. “Me? Jealous? Never. Because I’m the one in your apartment and not them.” You rolled your eyes as you swallowed down the last bit of seltzer before unplugging your phone from the charger nearby. “Okay Mr. Chauffeur, let’s hit the road.”

You loved having Matt in NYC playing with the Rangers. The two of you had been best friends since you were teenagers, though you’d lost touch a bit once you moved to New York. Matt’s stint in Hartford allowed the chance to slowly reconnect, but having him now with the Rangers was even better. The two of you often spent nights at each other's apartments, going out to dinner, and of course you attended every home game you could to see Matt play.

You’d always had a soft spot for Matt. Sure he was a bit intimidating being practically 7 feet tall, his knuckles cut up or bruised half the time, and a black eye never seeming to catch you off guard anymore. But you’d gotten close enough to see the side of him most people don’t experience. Though you never imagined your relationship being anything more than what it was. Friends, and nothing more than that. But you couldn’t deny the way you had paid attention to how he’d grown into a man. He had outgrown his awkward phase, and you now looked at him and saw him as handsome, not cute or adorable like he was when you were growing up.

You constantly find yourself thinking, what if you weren’t just imagining things? When he spends the night and walks into your room wearing just a towel after a shower. The way he hugs you and lingers longer than just a friend would. The way he takes care of you when you’re drunk. Or nights like tonight, where he’s willing to stay up late to be your designated driver when he’s got an early morning skate and a big game tomorrow night.

Just one day, one day you’d love to kiss him and see what happens. Or flirt a little extra and see if he takes the bait. But you also don’t want to lose your best friend in the process, or be turned down and embarrassed for thinking he’d ever feel that way about you.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Matt asks as he puts a hand on the back of your seat as he looks over his shoulder, backing out of his parking space. It’s such a cliche action, but boy does he look good doing it, and your heart certainly skipped a beat.

“The typical routine. Start at Tucker’s. Then move on to 1989. Then finish-“ “At Coop’s?” Matt smirked as he looked out at the road. One hand on the wheel with the other resting on his thigh. He was literally in jeans and a hoodie yet somehow he looked just as good as he does in a suit on game day. “Either that means I go out too much, or you’re finally starting to pay attention when I tell you things.” “Definitely not paying attention, it’s you going out too much.” He laughed as you playfully punched his arm, pulling out your phone to text your friends that you were a few minutes away.

“So Cooper’s closes at 2:30, but I honestly don’t think I’ll last that long. Especially because someone has a big game tomorrow! And I wanna be well rested. So let’s plan for like 12:30/1? Is that okay?” You looked at Matt a bit apologetic, knowing he’d have to be up early for morning skate. But he was always adamant about driving you, no matter what time it was.

“Of course, you know I’ll be here no matter the time. I’ll plan to be at Coop’s around 12:45. I’ll come in to get you too, it’s gonna be cold and dark out. I don’t want you walking to find me.” You put a hand to his cheek as you make a joking pouty expression. “Aww, such a gentleman Matty.” He smiled at your touch, almost leaning into your hand as he looked back at you, “Anything for you. Now go on, I know the girls are waiting. Text me if you need anything, and I mean anything y/n. I’m not that far of a drive.” You let out a sigh as you undid your seatbelt, “Honestly Matt, nothing to worry about, I’ll be fine.” You blew him an air kiss as you exited the car, heading into the first bar of the night. Matt sat and watched you show your ID to the man at the door, waiting until he saw you get inside safely to drive away.

As promised, Matt arrived at Cooper's around 12:45. He was thankful that you and your friends chose to end your nights at a bar that wasn’t too crazy, but also not too crowded that he might be recognized. Just to be safe he threw on a hat to shield his face as much as he could, though the bar was so dark he doubted anyone would be able to make out his face in the crowd.

He handed his ID to the bouncer before making his way inside. He texted you a simple “I’m here”, you would know his typical meeting place and where to go. You were in the restroom when Matt texted, quickly replying “bathroom, be right out” before you sighed as you stared blankly at the wall. The line in the girls restroom always 100 times longer than it was for the guys.

Matt didn’t mind waiting, he checked some scores on his phone. Assuming that the line was long since girls love to use the buddy system when going to the bathroom. He scanned the crowd and enjoyed people watching, nodding his head and smiling softly as your friends gave him a wave from across the bar. He checked the time again, before glancing over towards the hallway to find you pushing past a crowd of girls to exit the restrooms. He chuckled to himself as he saw the frustration on your face, knowing you probably waited 20 minutes just to pee. He started to walk towards you but fell back as he noticed a guy stop you in your tracks.

“Can I help you?” You looked at the man a bit confused, you’d recognized him from the crowd of people, but hadn’t interacted with him much. He was out with a group of guys for someone’s birthday. You only knew that because they mentioned it to you and your friends at least 30 times. Definitely trying to help the birthday boy get laid. “I noticed you’d left your friends, I thought maybe my shot at getting to buy you a drink was gone.” You chuckled to yourself, why does this have to happen in front of Matthew?

“Oh, yeah, I’m actually on my way out. So, maybe another time. Sorry.” You try to excuse yourself but he moves with you, cutting you off. “Oh come on, one more drink isn’t gonna hurt anyone. Or if you want we could go somewhere else, just the two of us and get a drink.” He had a cocky grin on his face as you looked at him in disgust. He was clearly drunk, and wasn’t keen on taking no for an answer. You looked at Matt standing just a few feet away, a concerned look on his face as he wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Look, I’m not interested, okay?” He scoffed as he seemed to be a bit insulted by your comment. “Not interested, you and your friends were dancing right up against our group all night. I saw the way you were eyeing all of us guys, I’d say you were interested sweet heart.” You gagged at the smell of alcohol on his breath as he got closer to you. “Yeah news flash buddy, it’s a small fucking bar. My option was dancing right next to people or on the bar.”

As you tried walking past him to get to Matt, you felt a tight grip on your wrist pull you back, “That sounds hot, can you put on a show just for me?” His hands attempted to grab more than just your wrists but before you could react Matt was already stepping in, pulling the guy away from you and pinning him to the wall by the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you dare fucking touch her like that.”

You were a bit taken aback at the way Matt stepped in. Sure he’d protected you from dumb drunk guys before, but never like this. His jaw clenched as his grip tightened on the collar of the man’s shirt. “And what the fuck are you gonna do about it huh? What are you her little brother or something? Ain’t no way you’re banging a bitch like that.” Matt’s grip tightened on his collar as he pushed him harder into the wall, “what did you just call her?!” His voice louder, drawing a bit of attention, thankfully none yet from the bouncer.

“A bitch, and what are you gonna do about it?” The drunk dumbass laughed in Matt’s face and you knew this wouldn’t end well.

Before you could step in, Matt’s fist connected with the guy's jaw, causing him to stumble to the floor. Before pulling himself together and running off to the restroom.

“Fuck!”

Matt shook his hand as he winced, immediately realizing he fucked up but his anger got the best of him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. Thank god no one seemed to really notice the altercation that just took place.

The walk to the car was quiet as Matt was still fuming, you simply climbed into the passenger in silence. He gripped the steering wheel tight with his good hand as he peeled out of the parking lot. You sat next to him, studying his face to see when it might be a good time to say something. Blue and purple started to appear across the knuckles on the hand that threw the punch as he let out a large sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

You let out a soft laugh as you rested a hand on his thigh, softly holding his bruised hand, careful not to hurt him. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong? You stepped in as I would’ve hoped you would the second that guy put his hands on me. Don’t be sorry for that!” He seemed to relax at your touch, so you kept your hand on his, slowly brushing your thumb over his skin to attempt to calm him down.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, the two of you heading back to Matt’s apartment since he had to be up early for practice. You kept your eyes on him, studying the look on his face, wishing you were in his head to know what the heck he was thinking. He took your hand in his as you two walked through the quiet parking garage, then headed up the elevator.

You knew your way around his place, first going to his room to grab an oversized t-shirt to throw on before heading to the bathroom to take off your makeup. Matt was sweet enough to go out and buy you your own toiletries to keep at his place. Including your makeup remover and even your 4 step skincare routine.

Matt came to join you in the bathroom as you brushed your teeth. He smiled at the sight of you as he leaned against the wall: your hair in a messy bun, his oversized Seattle Thunderbirds t shirt covering you up enough while still giving him a good view of your legs. “What?” You chuckled as you tried not to choke on the tooth paste threatening to fall from your lips. He just shook his head, “Just glad nothing bad happened to you tonight. I’m glad I was there.” He took your hand, his fingers fiddling with yours, “I just kept thinking what if i wasn’t there, I couldn’t handle it if anything would’ve happened.”

You looked at him in the mirror, relief and exhaustion covered his face. “I’m really glad you were there too, but I really hope we don’t end up with a possible scandal on our hands.” You started laughing as you exited the bathroom, Matthew following suit. “New York Rangers rookie Matthew Rempe gets in a bar fight over a girl.” You spoke in a sarcastic newscaster voice as you made your way to the freezer, grabbing a bag of frozen peas to tend to Matt’s fist bearing the proof of his heroic actions at the bar.

Matt chuckled along with you before wincing at the feeling of the cold bag on his hand, “If it happens, so be it, I was ready to knock that son of a bitch out after what he said to you.” You shot him a glare, “Matthew Rempe. Absolutely not, I am not worth you getting in trouble with the team because of a dumb bar fight.” He walked over to you, now the one shooting you a glare. His arms rested on either side of your waist as he gripped the edge of the counter. “Y/n, yes you fucking are.” You shot him a look as he swiftly picked you up and sat you on the island in front of him. A cocky grin coming across his face at how caught off guard you were, gripping his biceps tight as his hands now moved to rest on your thighs. “I’d fight 20 guys at the bar if they put their hands on you and said shit like that guy tonight.” His tone now more serious, his smirk fading as you two stared at one another for what seemed like an hour. The voice in your head screaming at you, this is your what if moment. Take it or leave it, but it may never come again. What if he’s trying to confess his feelings, what if he’s trying to make a move but he’s too scared. What if you just beat him to the punch. What if-

Before your brain could even rationalize a thought or an action, you felt Matt’s lips crash into yours. His hands cupping your face as yours snaked up his neck to grab a handful of his hair. The kiss like fireworks and a weight being lifted off your shoulders all at once. He began to smile into the kiss, before pulling away with a slight laugh.

“Oh yeah, that’s exactly what every girl wants. The guys she’s been dreaming of kissing to pull away laughing!” You rolled your eyes and frowned at him as a look of shock washed over his face. “Been dreaming of kissing huh??? I knew it!” You immediately turned red, covering your face with your hands, though Matt found it extremely cute.

His hands gripping your thighs before lifting you off the counter, “It’s okay, i get it. I’m sure there’s lots of girls out there who dream of kissing me.” “Matt! Shut up!” You laughed as he carried you down the hall into his room, tossing you on the bed while he finally changed out of his jeans and sweatshirt. “Hey, listen…if you’re interested, maybe we could work something out so that you can be the only girl who gets to kiss me from now on. How does that sound?”

You barely heard him, too busy staring as he stood in just his underwear in front of you. Your eyes tracing every detail of him before his laugh interrupted your thoughts. “Damn, one kiss and all of sudden you’re just head over heels huh?” You pull a pillow over your face out of embarrassment as you feel the bed sink beneath his weight. Matthew now hovering above you as he pulls the pillow away from your face.

He brushed some hair from your face as your fingers play with his chain hanging from his neck, “you really want to kiss me and only me from now on?” You blushed as he shook his head laughing at you, “of course you goof! That’s all I’ve wanted for like the last 5 years, probably even longer!” You felt yourself trying to fight a smile, though you were sure your cheeks were bright red, letting Matt know you liked his response.

He laid next to you as you continued to play with his chain, now resting on his chest. His thumb tracing circles on your thigh as you smiled like a dork to yourself, your heart bursting with excitement that all your what ifs had come true.

“So if I agree to this-“ you say up, trying to pull a serious face as you looked down at him. His hands still glued to your thighs, as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you now. “Do I get a cute custom Rempe jean jacket or something to wear to your games? Like I wanna be decked out and I want people to know that I'm the only girl you’re kissing from now on.” Matt rolled his eyes and laughed at your change of tone, as you babbled on and on about your ‘conditions’ should you agree to this. But he loved the thought of you in a Rempe jacket at his games, getting to see afterwards and kiss you like crazy after a big win, to have you be his biggest fan cheering him on every night. Even though you already were, now it would be more special.

“Listen.”

Matt cut you off as he pulled you into his lap, his hand pulling your face to his as he kissed you. This time the kiss was soft, as he took his time to really take in the feeling of finally getting to kiss you and be this close to you. “If you be my girlfriend, I’ll get you whatever jacket you want, I’ll get you the best seats at the Garden for my games, you name it. Just make me the happiest guy ever and be my girlfriend!” You laughed at how he begged like a little kid who couldn’t contain their excitement.

“Yes-“ you peppered his face with a hundred kisses, “Matthew Rempe, I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend.”

[illubean]

Nerd!Gojo x Goth!Reader

Characters: Satoru Gojo Type: College!AU, Oneshot, Gn!Reader

part of a mini series of oneshots :3 lmk if you want a p2

Warnings: none? reader wears makeup/dresses but is still gn

For someone with the hobbies and interests of the likes of Satoru Gojo, he was pretty popular around campus. Men and women alike often talked about his looks, or the fact his family owned a large corporation, but what they didn't care to talk about was that Satoru Gojo was a complete loser.

Despite how popular or known he is, he only has about four friends and is the captain of the varsity E sports team for crying out loud. Not only that, but he was a computer science major..

Let's just say they're not really...known for good things.

Despite how nerdy and awkward he is, he still managed to draw attention to himself, whereas you preferred to separate from the masses. There was no doubt your dark, elaborate outfits and heavy makeup turned some heads while you roamed the corridors and quads, but other than that you've kept a relatively low profile. Though most people never really paid much mind to you aside from an initial glance, you managed to catch the eye of the aforementioned varsity E sports player.

He thought you were stunning.

From your flowing black dress and large boots to your eyeliner sharp enough to cut a bitch, the white haired boy was completely and utterly enamored with you. And when a dopey smile forms on Gojo's face and his head gets all spacey, that's when Geto and Shoko realize he's spotted you somewhere across the field. Despite almost everyone preferring the weekend, Gojo's favourite days were Mondays and Wednesdays.

The days you sat in front of him in creative writing.

He spent most of the class periods staring at the back of your head, leaning against his palm with hearts in his eyes as he fantasized about what it would be like to be yours. He would watch as you scribbled away in your notebook, perfecting your story for next week, which he always looked foreword to reading during critique. Gojo has never once had the courage to approach you directly, though. Your ethereal beauty scared him; there was no way someone as perfect as you would even spare him a passing glance.

So, his friends got to listen to him sigh and daydream about you with no end.

"Did you see their outfit today? That lacey corset compliments them so well. And that dark lipstick. I wonder if it's flavored-"

"Holy shit can you shut up? We get it, you like the goth kid," Shoko complained, taking a drag from her cigarette.

Geto chuckled at her annoyance before making a remark of his own.

"Instead of spending all this time wondering, why don't you actually go talk to them."

'You know I can't do that! They're just...they're just so cool," Gojo whined, shrinking into himself and resting his head against the table they were sat at.

"Tough luck then," Shoko said, putting her cigarette out before gathering her belongings and standing from her spot.

"I have to get to my bio lab."

"I should head off too. I have civics in 10 minutes. See ya, Satoru."

And with that, Gojo was left alone having already finished the last of his classes for the day.

Damn it. What do I do now?

Gojo pouted while he continued to sulk for a moment, pondering what he could do with the rest of his day. After a while of sifting through his options, the snowy haired male picked up his bag and made his way to the library.

Maybe I can check out the new VR center.

Gojo's mind began to wander as he thought about all the things he could try on VR. He was lost in thought, feet taking him down the halls of the library before stumbling into someone, the sound of books thudding against the floor snapping him from his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry about that," a soft voice spoke.

Upon raising his head, his eyes came in contact with a pair of (color) ones, his cheeks heating up slightly upon realizing who he just bumped into.

After a beat of silence, his eyes widened as he scrambled to help pick up all of the books you dropped, noticing one in particular that he recognized.

“...'Mythology of Ancient Civilizations’?” Gojo asked before realizing how silly he must have sounded.

You raised an eyebrow. “You familiar?”

Gojo nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’ve read it like… five times. I mean, the whole concept of storytelling through myths is incredible. The gods and monsters… They’re like the first fantasy novels, you know?”

Your mouth twitched into a small smile, intrigued at his words.

“Huh. I didn’t take you for someone who’d read stuff like this.”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t look it,” Gojo chuckled, scratching the back of his head nervously. “I’m usually more into… y’know, video games and stuff.”

“I could tell,” You comment, motioning towards his street fighter T-shirt. He looked down towards what he was wearing before his face flushed with embarrassment, sinking into himself as you chuckled at him.

"Gojo, right? You're in my creative writing class. I assume you like story telling, huh?"

The male's face lit up at this, before going on a tirade about the topic.

"I love story telling! I'm a computer science major and I'm trying to be a game dev which is why I'm taking creative writing. My favorite types of games are RPGs, like the LOZ franchise or Final Fantasy. They're not just about shooting stuff or solving puzzles, but they're interactive worlds that should matter just as much as books or movies! I'm actually working on a game right now about-" he cut himself off, seeing you now had a sly smirk stretched across your face.

Feeling shy once again, he cast his gaze down before saying "Sorry. I kind of went on a rant there..."

You let out a small, melodic laugh at this.

"It's okay, you're passionate about something. I think that's cute."

His heart fluttered at your words while his blue eyes wandered everywhere but to meet yours. He realized he was still holding on to your books, and he rushed to hold them out to you.

"Uh- sorry again. Here."

You gently took the books from him, fingers slightly brushing past his, setting off the butterflies in his stomach.

Their skin is so soft...

"Well, I'd love to hear about your game sometime, but I gotta get going. You free friday?"

Gojo couldn't believe his ears. You were asking him to hang out!?

"Um- yeah! I have practice from 1-3 though..."

"And by practice, you mean playing League of Legends for 2 hours?" you teased.

He nodded, slightly embarrassed by this.

"Meet me at 4 then. See ya!"

You sauntered past him, waving as you made your way towards the exit.

No way.

I have a date!

[maxdibert]

okay, yes, snape suffered a lot but he also made his students suffer a lot. do you know what it must have been like for all those kids to be constantly humiliated??? if you like comparing with real life so much, what would you think of a real adult who abuses their power to feel better at the expense of children??? snape fans always come up with all kinds of excuses, but when it comes to the topic of his abuse towards his students, you always stay silent, and that's because it has no forgiveness.

Severus’s role as a dysfunctional adult is honestly pretty amusing to me, especially because while I never experienced bullying from peers or equals, I grew up in an environment full of wildly dysfunctional adults. On top of that, I now work on legal cases involving even more dysfunctional adults. And, to make it even better, while my classmates never gave me grief, attending a private Catholic school in the 2000s meant teacher-on-student violence was pretty much a daily occurrence. Not just at school—I've also had some truly awful professors at university. So, I get firsthand what it’s like to have authority figures who are supposed to guide and protect you but act like an absolute pack of jerks.

Here’s an unpopular opinion: if I compare my personal experiences with dysfunctional adults and terrible teachers, Severus is practically a lamb. I’ve witnessed some insane things. There was a case at my school where a teacher bullied three siblings (in different grades) so badly that their dad came to the school and physically beat the teacher up. And honestly? The guy deserved it. I’ve seen old-school priests handing out slaps. I’ve had a teacher in his late 30s openly flirting with 17-year-old students. I’ve had teachers who didn’t just throw out a sarcastic remark—they flat-out called us “idiots,” “morons,” "dickheads", "assholes", “worthless,” or said things like, “You’re all going to end up mopping floors because you’re useless pieces of crap.” Fun times with Mr. Antonio.

There was one teacher who made students stand up one by one so he could critique their outfits in front of the entire class, piece by piece, like he thought he was Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. Another handed out nicknames that were humiliating and outright cruel. Or that elementary teacher who also taught catechism and would call up children who were not going to take their First Communion (this happens at 8 or 9 years old) to the front of the class and publicly ask them why they didn’t want to embrace Jesus Christ. She would even ask if they thought their parents didn’t love them because they weren’t letting them do the same as their friends. Or the second-grade teacher who called a boy up to the board because he didn’t know a multiplication table very well and started singing a mocking song in Spanish that goes, “Fulanito tururú, que no sabe ni la u” (basically calling someone slow-witted).

Then there was the fourth-grade teacher (9-10yo) who had a particular grudge against one of my classmates and kept threatening to lock him in places or scaring him by saying he was going to throw him out the window. The English teacher, who, when we were 14 years old, locked us in a classroom, made us skip lunch, and kept us there without eating until 5 PM. The technology teacher, a 50-year-old man with a very hands-on approach towards the girls in first and second year of secondary school (12-13 yo). And I could go on and on.

So yeah, I’ve seen some wild stuff in classrooms, and trust me, you don’t need to explain the trauma bad teachers can cause—I’ve had my share of them. And none of it is going to make me like Severus any less. If anything, the stuff he does in the books feels like 1% of the madness I’ve seen play out in real life.

[selfishdoll]

LITTLE MISS PERFECT FT. EREN YEAGER ୨୧ ｡ ⟡

⠀ ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 it was just your luck that a coworker you simply couldn’t stand figured out your side gig as a bottle girl.

❛content warning(s)...❜ ━━ ooc eren (this is my first time writing for him) | reader & eren argue but it’s really unresolved sexual tension | eren is a tease | they are both 21+ | porn with minimal amounts of plot | pet names (mama, pretty, sweetheart, etc) | reader calls eren a stalker | semi-public sex | buzzed(?) sex | ass slapping | eren likes eye contact | service dom (?) eren | he has shoulder length hair | orgasm denial (like twice) | throat holding | etc. if i forgot something let me know.

❛author’s note...❜ ━━ i’ve never written for eren before so don’t clown me yall— also i know little about bottle girls so also don’t clown me, i just like the way they look.

You were delicate and careful, assuring the oddly shaped makeup tool was setting the makeup perfectly. You couldn’t afford to mess up or restart your routine— you were already three minutes behind schedule.

“Damn you Yeager..” You mumbled to yourself, glossed and lined lips pulled into a subtle frown. Why exactly were you forced to work with him? With that.. absolutely annoying man child? His temper was too much for you at times, and the way he just loved questioning just about everything— God, some days you believed your supervisor purposely set you two to work together.

So it was no surprise you two got into an usual spout; for what, you can’t even remember. You simply remember your gaze fixated on his — dare you say — handsome features, absolute venom escaping your plump lips. Words faltering every single time you saw his own jade colored gaze fall to your lips.

You could not stand Eren Yeager no matter how much he made you weak at the knees.

You tossed the tool to the side, rising from your vanity whilst grabbing the bottle of setting spray. Closing your eyes, you quickly sprayed your beat face, assuring to get every inch. Having it run in the middle of your shift was something you wanted to avoid.

You slammed the bottle down once you were done, stepping back and glancing at yourself in the mirror. French white nails carefully plucked the curls of your burgundy colored lace, nodding at the way they fell so pleasantly around your features. The second thing to critique was your outfit; a mesh sleeveless romper that had several splits between your cleavage and was just dark enough it covered your bottom half. Your eyes traced yourself for a split moment, finally nodded once satisfied.

Grabbing your bag, phone, and keys— you rushed out of your apartment after locking the door.

You reached the night club you work at about ten minutes late, your close friend luckily getting most things ready before your arrival. Once arriving you cleaned up your sections, assuring the tables were spotless and booths were in proper order. Finishing that task you moved towards the locker room to touch up yourself, spritzing your body with a sweet perfume whilst your friend separated your curls.

“You and that Eren guy should just fuck and get it over with.”

You scoffed at her words, placing your perfume away; going for your lipgloss next. “I’d rather chew on glass.” You murmured softly, gliding the stick substance across your two-toned lips. Fuck Eren? He was easy on the eyes, sure— but not easy anywhere else. As said before, you couldn’t stand him. And you highly doubt you would stand him enough to sleep with him.

You heard your friend sigh, releasing your hair to walk around and face you. “I don’t know.. it just sounds like unresolved tension or something— ya know?” Her lips curled at the deadpanned expression that crossed your features, gaze watching you hurriedly place your things away.

“C‘mon our sections may be filling up.”

“Don’t ignore me, [Name]!”

The night continued as pure usual, you lifting large bottles of alcohol ranging from Hennessy to Pink Whitney and much more; over to your booths, flashing forced smiles and moving your hips to the beat of the music. The multicolored lights reflected off your sun-kissed highlighting each feature you had.

At certain tables a customer would get up and dance with you and the other girls; causing your smile to worsen but otherwise continue the service with no issues.

That was how your shift as a bottle girl was supposed to go. No issues, just simple adult fun.

Until you reached a certain table.

You walked over as pure usual, pearly whites on display account of the glossed smile stretching your features. Sauntering over with a notepad, you gave your usual winning pitch; attempting to persuade the customers to buy the most expensive alcohol to assure the best experience — usual customer service nonsense.

Except as your eyes cased the table surrounded by men, your gaze settled upon a certain one. One whose own gaze was fixated onto you. A rather, familiar gaze.

“Ma’am?”

You cleared your throat, eyes blinking over to a man with light ash-brown hair. “Ye—yes, have you decided what you wanted to order?” You questioned, smile becoming even more forceful the moment you noticed a smirk from your peripherals. You barely registered the order that escaped his lips, scribbling upon your notepad quickly whilst the other men chimed in with their own requests.

“Okay, I’ll be right back!” You spoke, spinning on your heels and basically rushing towards the bar. You stood behind it, eyes tracing the many bottles lining the case. It took a moment to find what you were looking for, stepping back a bit before a small ah fell from your lips, approaching a case. You pulled the large bottle of Gin from its rightful place, turning and jumping the minute your focused gaze landed on someone else’s.

“Hey [Name]..” Was the cool words that escaped Eren fucking Yeager, lips curled into the most subtle grin. You took in a deep breath, placing the bottle down and turning to search for another.

“Sir, the whole point of a bottle girl service is I bring the drinks to you. You have no need to approach the bar.”

“There’s no rules stating I can’t though, right?”

You gritted your teeth a bit, noticing the clear amusement circling his tone. Grabbing a bottle of cream liquor you turned once again, placing it down with a little more force. “Eren, would you fuck off? Save your taunting for another time, i’m trying to work!”

The man tilted his head, strays from his messy bun intruding on his face. “I didn’t come over here to taunt, [Name]. I was just..” He trailed off for a moment, lips curling into an even more prominent grin. “Surprised little miss perfect had a job such as this. Didn’t seem like your style.”

You rolled your eyes a little, grabbing a few shot glasses and placing them on a tray. “Well, everyone has their side hustles..” You murmured softly, beginning to pour a few shots— grumbling the moment ring covered fingers lifted one. You settled the bottle down once you were finished, eyes focusing back to the man infront of you. “You gonna blab to the whole office you saw me working here?”

You weren’t ashamed to be a bottle girl, if anyone asked you were more than happy to share. However, that didn’t excuse the fact you enjoyed keeping your private life.. well, private. You could just imagine the annoyance it would be with such information circling your “normal” workplace.

“No.” Eren began slowly, lifting the glass to his lips and taking the shot. His tongue glided across his bottom lip after pulling the glass away, placing it back down on the tray. “I’d much rather keep you all to myself.” His eyes flicked between your eyes and lips, enjoying the perplexed expression that crossed your face.

Eren rose away from the bar with a soft hum shortly after. “See you at the table..” He dragged giving you one last look before stalking off towards his section.

Leaving you the perfect mixture of confused and heated.

The rest of the night continued without a hitch. Except his eyes followed your every move. From you walking over with the shots, hips rocking along to the harsh beats of the music blasting — to you dancing beside the other bottle girls.

You tried to ignore it all, tried to focus on anything but him. But, you found your eyes trailing over to his own constantly— spotting his pretty lips lift into a smile.

Suffice to say, you were a little distracted for the remainder of the night.

And several others down the line.

Your schedule was so you worked Friday-Sunday, taking up a shift once in a while as a favor. Either the man had guessed your schedule or he asked because every other Saturday Eren and his friends were seated at your section; his eyes never leaving your form the entire time.

The second time he came in you remarked it as a coincidence, but the fourth? Yeah, you were sure the man was messing with you. Especially since he acted so normal at work; still as combative, and still as annoying.

It was boggling, you constantly questioning Eren’s motives. It’s not like he ever got extremely drunk; settling for a shot or two. Was he really just here to watch you? To antagonize you? To approach the bar each time you walked off just to speak or compliment what you were wearing?

You sighed heavily the moment familiar footsteps followed you back to the bar, walking around the counter; thankful it placed distance between you and the man. “You’re starting to act like a stalker, Yeager.” You mumbled, grabbing a bottle of Hennessy. You heard the barstool squeak the moment he sat on it, turning to spot his ringer covered fingers tapping against the sleek marble.

“Gonna have the bouncer throw me out?” He questioned, green gaze looking at you through pretty lashes. The moment you turned away silently Eren was smiling, tongue gliding across his lips. “Guess not..”

You tried to ignore him, you really did; attempting to focus on your shaky hands pouring the usual seven glasses resting your tray— not even batting an eye when he grabbed one without asking.

“You look nice tonight..” Eren spoke lowly, eyes not so shamelessly tracing over the black attire you wore; a black leather skirt, with a mesh halter top, a silver necklace hanging accompanying the outfit.

You rolled your eyes a little, reaching for another bottle. “You say that every single time you see me.”

“And I mean it— every single time.” He countered, placing the now empty glass down.

You could only blink at the man for a moment, completely forgetting the drinks as a heat covered your entire body. Your eyes fell to the bar, lip caught between your teeth as the softest stammer escaped you; “Why do you keep coming here? To compliment and watch me? You don’t even get drunk like your friends do.”

The words settled in the air for a while, Eren silent— his eyes focused completely on you; an intense stare you avoided. Moments passed before the man spoke again;

“I’d much rather show you, why I keep coming here.”

His lips were hot against your own, body flush against you whilst pushing your back into the cool bathroom wall. Eren’s large hands remained on your waist, pulling you into him each time you attempted to back away. Why exactly? Because he was so overwhelming. His taste, tongue, smell— all of it muddling your brain far too quickly, rendering you into putty he could so easily play with.

You were finally able to pull back from the kiss, when he needed air, pants flowing from your lips; lipgloss a mess with your mixed salvia tainting your mouth. The hands on Eren’s shoulders gripped the cream colored longsleeve he wore the moment his lips pressed against your neck, breath quickening as he sucked a kiss into your skin.

The events leading up to now were a complete blur, Eren uttering such words and suddenly leading you into the woman’s bathroom; locking the door the second the two of you entered. After that well.. you found yourself against the wall by the sink, Eren’s hands situated on your form to assure you didn’t move an inch away.

Truthfully, you didn’t want to.

It seemed he got bored of your neck quickly, rising back up to steal your lips in another kiss. You moaned against his mouth the moment his fingers gripped your waist, switching you around to place you onto the counter. Your legs naturally opened, Eren taking this moment to step between them, smoothing his hand down to your exposed skin.

You pulled back, hands rising to his hair quickly to tug the moment he tried to go for another kiss. “Let me breathe, Eren— fuck..” You gasped out, watching a smirk pull his lips which were stained with your gloss.

“Then breathe.” He spoke, leaning close and pressing his forehead against your own. Despite his allowance, you couldn’t; feeling his hand travel between your legs, tracing your inner thigh for a moment before moving farther. Eren’s other hand moved to your lower back, keeping you in place while his thumb pressed against your thinly covered pussy, brushing at the wet spot slowly starting to form.

“Already a mess down here, huh?”

“Eren, quit it..” You drawled, legs gripping his waist the moment his thumb pushed to find your covered clit, rubbing the little bud the moment he did.

A soft chuckle flowed from his lips right into your ear, lips tracing the delicate shell just to feel you shiver. “Quit what? Quit touching you?.. quit talking?—“ Eren murmured, pushing your panties to the side, exposing your pretty cunt to his fingers. “Either one, you don’t want me to stop at anyway. Not with how fucking wet you are for me.” He spoke, fingers gliding up and down your slick slit whilst his thumb pressed harder against your little bud.

Your legs widened, trembled— hands gripping his shirt and moaning the moment two thick digits pushed inside your awaiting entrance. Your walls clenched around his fingers, gasping as they pushed in and out of you so easily. He was down to the knuckle, reaching far deeper then your own fingers. The squelches of your messy cunt was drowned out by your own sweet moans, head pressed against the mirror behind you whilst your hand fell to his forearm; feeling his muscles twitch with each thrust of his fingers.

Eren pulled back from your ear to instead plant his lips against yours again, pace quickening. His fingers pushed against the rough spot within you, gummy walls sucking his fingers in each time it dragged in and out of you.

Your moans were muffled, eyes pinched closed with a tight band forming in your lower stomach. You were shaking at this point; breaking the kiss to allow sharp whines to escape your swollen lips. Your pussy was spasming around his digits, hips rocking to meet each thrust.

Eren took in your form, sucking in a breath as he felt his cock strain against his pants. You were so fucking close; your walls greedily sucking him in, your plump stomach rolling with each arch— fuck, from just his fingers you were already in such a state.

He sucked his teeth a bit, withdrawing his fingers before you could even reach your peak. Your eyes flew open at this, shaky gaze focusing onto Eren.

“Eren why’d y—“ Eren came close, cutting off your words with a gentle hand on your throat and lifting you away from leaning on the mirror.

“Whining over nothing… you’ll come baby, just wait.” Eren spoke, hands falling to your thighs and pulling you towards the edge of the counter. Once there, he stepped back to push his boxers and pants down to his thighs; allowing his length to spring out.

He was nice and thick, long too— tip resting just below his belly button, adoring minimal hair. You weren’t given much time to gawk before he was coming close, hands falling to your hips and pressing the crown of his cock against your wet slit.

Slowly, he glided his length up and down your wetness; coating himself in your arousal. Each time his tip bumped against your clit you were twitching, white nails digging into his shoulders while your hips moved for more friction.

Finally after what seemed like hours but was nothing more then agonizing seconds, Eren was slowly pushing inside; groaning the moment your walls clenched around him.

“Relax mama..” He murmured, leaning down to kiss you. A hand then released your hip to travel between your legs, slowly circling your clit. You moaned against him, feeling him ease the rest of himself inside; a soft squelch emitting from the intrusion.

Eren pulled back from the kiss, eyes traveling to where the two of you were connected; sucking in a breath. “Taking me so damn well, pretty girl..” His grin grew the moment your walls clenched around him, eyes flicking to your face. “Oh— you like when I call you that, huh?” A snicker escaped him the moment your eyes traveled to the side, leaning to kiss your neck.

“So cute when you’re embarassed [Name].”

“Sh.. shut up Eren..—“ The words barely escaped you before said man was pulling his hips back, tip resting inside you before flicking them forward. Your hands grip tightened on his shirt, legs tightening as the experimental pumps turned into deep, quick thrusts.

Sputters of his name escaped you, head resting back as your body rocked with each unrelenting movement of his hips. You were squeezing him so damn tight, greedily sucking him in each time he pulled out. The breaths that escaped his mouth were hurried, fanning across your hot skin whilst his fingers dug into your plump form. You were stuck there, unable to run, to move; exposed to the pace he set— ruining you so perfectly.

Perfect.

That was the only thought in his mind as he green eyes took you in, watching your pretty lashes fluttering— struggling to keep your own eyes open. What’s more, little tears began to form, threatening to spill and ruin the makeup he’s sure you spent agonizing minutes on. The thought alone caused him to bury himself deeper, hands falling to the underside of your thighs and pushing you to lay on the counter.

“F—Fuck—!” You cried out, feeling him lift a leg to lay on his shoulder; drilling into you. His heavy length was brushing you in all the right spots, tip pushing against your cervix; the pain and pleasure molding into a single feeling. “E—eren..hah— shit, you’re too deep!” You whined out, tears spilling, causing black streaks to run down chubby cheeks.

Eren groaned softly, pushing to hover over your body whilst gripping the thigh pressed against his chest. “You want me to stop, baby? Huh? Want me to pull out?” The moment you shook your head he was grinning, pace never faltering, the slick mess between your thighs growing.

“Thought so..” Eren breathed, pulling back to kiss against your chubby thigh while his free hand moved to your stomach, pressing against it to feel each thrust. “Wanted this just as bad as I did, didn’t you? So fucking mean at work, yet here you are— whining and making a complete mess on my dick.”

You wanted to tell him to shut up. That he was wrong and much more. But you couldn’t, the man drilling into you with such precision the only legible words escaping your bruised lips were honeyed moans of his name and pleads to come.

Which Eren ate up completely, biting your skin just to feel you twitch— watch you gasp. Fuck, you were the prettiest sight; a complete mess for only his eyes.

Eren lowered to hover over your withering body, lips pressing against your chin. “Look at me, baby— lemme see you.” He breathed, attempting to keep your gaze. Instead you kept looking away, even closing your eyes and refusing to return his look.

That alone caused the man to suck his teeth, hips slowly before stopping completely; eliminating the bubble forming inside you.

Again, your high was ruined; eyes flying open to complain— a surprised yelp interrupting as he snatched you up and off the counter; pushing to turn you and lay you out— stomach down, ass up.

You wished to question this sudden position change, only for the answer to stand right infront of you. The fucking mirror. You attempted to glance away again, moaning the moment he grabbed a nice hold of your braids, pulling your head back to force you to look.

Eren leaned over you, speaking right into your ear whilst sliding back in; “Close your eyes again, I dare you.”

You whimpered at his words, gasping as his quick pace returned. You struggled to keep your eyes open with each thrust into your weakening body, nails clawing at the sleek counter whilst your moans bounced off the walls. You had long forgotten the remaining two hours of your shift, forgot about the many customers you were sure your friend was saddled with— you could only focus on Eren, his dick, his hot breath and dirty words being whispered into your ear.

You were being consumed completely, so easily— and you welcomed it fully.

The wet sounds of skin on skin contact acted as a background to the combined sounds you two released, Eren pulling back to watch himself push in and out of your wet pussy. Your ass bounced with each flick of his hips, rippling the moment his palm slammed against a cheek.

Eren grinned at the sharp whine that escaped you, pulling you right back on his dick the moment you tried to pull away. “Nah.. take it, mama. Don’t fucking run.” He huffed, gripping your hip and keeping you in place.

You felt your orgasm approaching quickly, tears treading down dried streaks as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your edges were curled, lips wet with both lip gloss and saliva, while your makeup began to run from the sheen of sweat tainting your skin. Even so, Eren still looked at you as if you were completely perfect, leaning down and whispering such right into your ear.

You gripped your hands into tight fists, crying out as you stared at him in the mirror, desperate pleas falling from your lies;

“S—so close.. fuck, fuck! Eren, please—!”

The whines were music to his ears, eyes threatening to roll back the moment he felt you fucking back; ass slapping against his body with each messy bounce. “Shit, [Name]..” He dragged, blunt nails digging into you plush skin as he drilled into you. “Come all over me, mama. Make me a mess— don’t fucking hold it.”

Eren hissed, mouth hanging open the moment he felt you clench around him tight; creaming all over his length. A drawn out swear escaped him, leaning down close whilst his hand rose to your throat. “That’s it baby, cream all over this dick.. So fucking filthy.”

You were pulled into a sloppy kiss, tongues playing and teeth colliding as he pushed himself deep inside; flooding you with his hot, thick come. Your toes curled at the feeling, walls spasming around his length as your combined arousals slipped to his balls and down to the ground beneath you.

As his hips slowed the kiss became more uniform, breathing into the other’s mouth, Eren sucking your wet muscle.

Moments passed before he pulled away, watching your form rest on the counter; rapid pants escaping you. A satisfied grin pulled his features, slowly pulling out with a soft hiss— watching his cum slowly flow out of you.

He had half a mind to push it back in.

Instead, Eren whistled lowly, hand falling to your ass and massaging where he previously slapped. “Tired sweetheart?” He questioned, eyes flicking to the mirror. He grinned at the expression that crossed your features, gripping your butt even more.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

You slowly turned onto your back, ignoring the feeling between your legs and standing on shaky legs. You warmed as he came close, assisting you in pulling your clothes back on. “But my shift..” You dragged, gaze lifting to his face.

“It got covered.”

You blinked slowly, the pieces slowly coming together. “She was in on this, wasn’t she?”

Eren remained silent for a moment, pulling his pants up. Your gaze narrowed, reaching over to lightly slap his arm. “Eren!”

The man snorted, coming close and resting his hands onto your hips.

“You weren’t worried about it the moment you stepped in here. And you definitely won’t be when I get you home.. so come on.”

REBLOGS & COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED <3

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AOT Icks (Eren, Armin and Mikasa)

one thing about me: i am a hater

Eren

def has mommy issues and no woman could ever compare to her like good luck to any of his girlfriends lmao

^^ that being said, as a roommate he’s a nightmare like you can tell his mom cleaned up after him all the time because it doesn’t even occur to him to do so now

toxic gym bro who says shit like “we all have the same 24 hours”

def has the the 3 in 1 bottle in his shower, I just know it

prob calls women “females” 

the cringiest instagram captions like I know he will post sum: “I think my closet bi-polar, it keeps throwing fits💯”  like dude, get a grip

attempts thirst traps, he has a ripped body so it kinda works but the content is so transparent you can’t help but roll your eyes

go out to a bar with him or something and he’s the type to try to make everything a fight

like if someone bumps into you, he's quickly in their face like "what's good bro😡” and you know its not actually about you so much as eren tryna beat someone up

i think he’ll use spit as lube thinking he’s so bad boy and lewd when it’s actually just so bad for your PH like ewwww (if u have a vag ofc)

i feel like his hair would get so greasy, mikasa and armin have had to force him down with shampoo in hand before 

so gross but you came here for icks and I don’t believe Eren believes in holding back his farts for anyone

it can be the most intense and serious event like a funeral and he’ll rip a loud one and be like “what? it’s not good to hold it in??”

Armin

nail biter who will chew on them till the bone and you hear that loud ass “crONCh"

says he hates drama but that’s just something he says to not seem petty bc at the first sight of a fight best believe he’s sitting there, watching it all go down, wine glass in hand like "🍷🤨👂" 

lil shit will even add lil comments to keep the beef alive, like i can see him loudly asking “okay but jean didn't you say her outfit made her look fat though?”

if you're in a debate with him, he’s the type to say something like “you're so uneducated about the subject, I’m actually pretty well versed in it” and your like "okay so what's all ur research then?" and he'll just quickly change the subject bc he didn’t actually have sources to cite lmao

is one of those bfs who would make fun of you for liking trashy tv but guess who eats that shit up everytime? armin.

he does that dad thing where he walks around in the living room and acts uninterested with what’s happening on the screen but he’s actually so invested and would be fuming if you dared watched an episode without him 

i think he’d also be the type to try to be friends with his ex even if they obviously still have feelings for him, but if you dared even talk to yours he’d get all huffy and puffy like “go be with him then🙄” 

got obsessed with skincare after watching your routine but u kinda created a monster bc now he’s critiquing your products and techniques? “Babe you should really consider a gel moisturizer, it’s better for your pores'' and you're like, “boy you used neutrogena when I met you???” 

is that bf who will shower at your place and use up all your expensive washes and scrubs 

not the best gift giver tbh, I think he’s a firm believer that all gifts should be practical so even if it’s a romantic anniversary date and he slides over a lil present, it’s probably just gonna be socks or something, srry

Mikasa

applies her chapstick like a man (iykyk)

“he know where home is” bitch, I hate to say it

i think she’s a girl’s girl until her man cheats on her, then she’d be the type to fight the girl and not really address her man…which is just… 😣

as a friend I think she’s sadly the type to unintentionally embarrass you bc she doesn’t get some social cues.

like you can miss a hang and ppl ask where you are and she’d just say matter of factly “oh they’re fine, they just have diarrhea rn!” and she won’t understand why you’d be mad?

outfit repeater to the max, she has like three tops that she likes and all pics of her are with her wearing one of those three tops

a lil delulu and prob genuinely believes all the tiktok pick a card vids on her feed

likes her coffee black and somehow thinks she’s better than everyone for that???

as a gf she checks your snap score and location regularly and has no shame in it 🙂

fights in her sleep like you will just be sleeping next to her all soundly and next thing you know you get punched in the face? she refuses to apologize in the morning bc she “has a right to defend myself in a nightmare” or whatever

when shes mad at someone she’ll post like ultra specific lyrics or captions and it’s so obviously targeted at one person everyone else is like "girl go to bed, don’t even post the quote…"

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Benedict's Cumbersecret

Part 1: Cold coffee.

The day started like any other. After you'd finished smoothing out the wrinkles of your bed covers and propped your rectangular pillows on the headboard, you headed downstairs. Aunt Vivienne was waiting in the kitchen. She had long brown hair and grayish green eyes, the same ones you're mother had. You wouldn't remember though, she and you're father had died in a boating accident when you were 4. Aunt Vivi had raised you since then, showing you so many pictures and telling so many stories, it was almost like they were raising you, too.

"Why don't you fix yourself up? You remember what day it is, don't you?" Aunt Vivi said, looking you up and down in your white tee shirt, jeans, and hair tied messily up in a bun.

"WHAT?" You asked, suprised she would critique you before even saying "Good Morning".

"It's the 31st" She replied. Suddenly realization crossed your face. The 31st of each month was when you met with you're child hood friend, Benedict Cumberbatch.

Without saying another word, you ran back up stairs. You stepped into the marble covered bathroom and started out the large window, from you're high rise apartment, you were eye-level with the Big Ben. When it struck 12 you pulled closed the big maroon curtains and turned toward the golden framed mirror. You pulled your dirty brown hair out of the bun and put it up in pigtails. You thought the rest of your outfit was fine for meeting Ben. You had been friends since childhood, he was Vivi's ex-Husband's son. He had gotten into acting around 15 years ago and you hadn't seen him since he went to America to be Dr.Strange in the Marvel movies.

You couldn't say you liked what you saw in the mirror. You were born with a disease called Alexandria's Genesis, it gave you bright purple eyes and ghostly pale skin. The only good part of it was, you didn't have any body hair on your arms and legs.

You grabbed your bag from you're desk in you're room and yelled "Goodbye!" before running out of the apartment. You ran all the to the coffee shop a few blocks down where you and Ben always met. The white sign on the door said "Pret". You ordered you're usual from the barista, a chai latte. You sat down at a table near the entrance and waited for Benedict to walk in.

What felt like years passed by. You checked you're phone and it had been 3 hours. You're phone was beginning to die. You were about to leave when you saw the barista freeze in terror. She pointed a finger towards the door and yelled. "I-I-IT'S SLENDERMAN" you turned around and saw Ben. He was so pale you almost thought he had Alexandria's himself. His piercing blue eyes and messy brown hair made you're heart skip a beat.

"Took you long enough" you said, "My coffees cold"

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Every Step ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮

After an unexpected revival of the Magic Mike franchise, you find yourself in a one-on-one audition with Channing Tatum himself...

"Don't fuck this up."

Those were the words her casting director told Mish, once he'd given her the latest audition that could make or break her dancing career:

The latest Magic Mike movie.

Everyone in hollywood thought the trilogy was a wrap, the storyline concluded. But, surprisingly, the movies had gone viral again due to popular edits on social media, sparking directors to write one more movie. Which also sparked hundreds of auditions…

Mish, included.

“I’m here!”

She bursts through the studio doors, her heart pounding in her chest. She's out of breath, cursing under her breath about the tardy Uber driver who nearly cost her this golden opportunity. That fucker not only showed up late, but got lost and wouldn’t let her out until she gave him a big tip.

Not an ideal way to start her morning.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” Her eyes dart around the room, expecting to see a panel of stern-faced judges ready to critique her every move. But instead, she's met with an empty studio save for one person - Channing Tatum himself.

…what?

"Sup, name's Channing," he says casually, as if they're meeting at a coffee shop and not for what could be the most important audition of Mish's life.

Mish blinks, caught off guard by the unexpected scenario. "Um, hi," she manages, still trying to catch her breath. "I'm Mish. Where's the rest of the casting crew?"

Channing shrugs nonchalantly, his muscular shoulders rising and falling beneath his fitted t-shirt. "I wanted to keep it personal. You know, none of that BS.”

“Oh, right…right.”

Mish's eyebrows shoot up, her mind racing with questions. Is this some kind of joke? A test? She glances around the studio again, half-expecting hidden cameras or the real casting crew to jump out from behind the mirrors.

None come.

"Personal?" she echoes, her voice a mix of confusion and intrigue.

Channing nods, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I like to get a feel for the dancers one-on-one. It's more... authentic that way."

Mish shifts her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly aware of how her dance outfit clings to her curves. She'd chosen it carefully, wanting to look professional, yet alluring.

But now, under Channing's steady gaze, she feels both empowered…and exposed.

"So, uh, how does this work?" Mish asks, trying to regain her composure. She's determined not to let this unexpected twist throw her off her game. "Do I just... start dancing?"

Channing chuckles, the sound low and warm. "Basically."

"Alright, Imma warm up now then."

Mish begins to stretch, her movements deliberate and graceful. She touches her toes, her hamstrings crying out in relief after being cramped in the backseat of the Uber. Utter relief. She bends into a pretzel shape, her palms pressing together in a prayer position over her head.

Meanwhile, Channing leans against the wall, arms crossed casually over his chest as he watches her. There's an unreadable expression on his face, but his hazel green eyes never leave Mish…

She blinks, suddenly feels his eyes on her.

She glances at him, watching him take in every curve and flex of her body. A drop of sweat trickled between her shoulder blades, the cool air of the studio doing little to bring down her rapid heart beat.

"…You're flexible," Channing finally spoke, his voice breaking the awkward silence.

"Thanks," she replied, feeling a slight flutter in her stomach.

Channing nods, his gaze still fixed on Mish's body. "That's good," he murmured, taking a step forward. "Go on, show me more." He bends to her level.

Mish felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Can you do the splits?" Channing asks.

Mish takes a deep breath, steadying herself. With fluid grace, she lowers herself into a perfect split, her legs extending in opposite directions.

Channing's eyes widen slightly, nodding. "Nice, 'cause we're gonna be doing alotta crazy shit, ya know."

Mish rises smoothly, brushing off her hands. "Right,"

Now warmed up, Channing's demeanor shifts. His casual stance transforms into something more focused, more intense. He steps closer to Mish, his presence filling her senses.

"Chemistry is everything," he explains. "So I need you to follow my lead on a dance routine. 'Kay?"

Mish nods, her heart rate picking up. This is it, she thinks.

The real test.

Channing moves to the center of the room, gesturing for Mish to join him. He reaches out, placing a hand on her waist, and Mish feels a jolt of electricity at his touch.

"Ready?" he asks, his eyes locked on hers.

"Been ready."

The room becomes electric as they start moving. There's no music playing, but they don't need it. Their bodies create their own rhythm, a silent melody of movement and steps. He grips her waist, raising an eyebrow.

"You're keeping up well," Channing says, impressed.

"Think I swung by to waste ya time?” Mish says, hitting another move.

Channing paused, brows raised at her comeback. His surprise melts into an amused grin. “Nah, not at all.”

“Good, then stop wasting my time and let’s keep dancing.”

Channing starts going at a faster pace; the proximity is intoxicating. Mish can feel the heat radiating from Channing's body, smell the faint scent of his cologne. His hand on her waist burns through the thin fabric of her dance outfit, guiding her with gentle pressure.

As they move, Mish realizes that his touches linger longer, becoming more… deliberate?

His fingers trail down Mish's arm as she spins away from him, only to pull her back in closer than before. Their faces are inches apart, breaths mingling in the charged space between them.

"Alright, now you go that way," Channing says.

As Mish spun away from Channing, she felt his hand slide down her hip, his fingertips brushing the curve of her ass. She bit her lip. She knew this audition wasn't just about her dancing skills, but she hadn't expected it to be so...so…

"You're doing great, Mish," Channing murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

Mish nods, unable to trust her voice.

She felt her breath catch in her throat as Channing shifted his body against hers, their hips starting to move in a slow, sensuous rhythm. She matched Channing's grind with her own, her hips rolling in a fluid motion that came naturally to her.

"You feel that?" he murmured.

"Yeah, I do,” she admits.

As the dance progressed, Mish became more daring. Mish pressed her body against Channing's firm body, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the gentle sway of his hips.

“Oh?”

A slow smile spread across his face as he realized Mish wasn't just following his lead anymore; she was adding her own flair, challenging him.

Channing's strong arms hold of her hips, his green eyes sparkling as he whispered in her ear. "Let go, Mish." His breath tickled her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "Show me all what you got…”

A sudden shift in the air.

In that moment, Mish feels a surge of power. With a swift move, Mish pushes Channing down. Her confidence radiates as she positions herself above him, her legs straddling his narrow waist. The audition has become something much more intense, and Mish is determined to show Channing that she's not just some dancer—she's a force to be reckoned with.

A slow, mischievous grin spreads across Channing's face. He suddenly feels like he's the one being auditioned, and he's curious to see where Mish will take this.

She starts with a subtle grind, her hips moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Her dark skin glistens with a subtle sheen of sweat, making the fabric of her dancewear cling to her body in all the right ways. She leans forward, her arms on either side of Channing, caging him in with her toned dancer's body.

Channing's eyes widen.

He's seen a lot of auditions, but this... this is something else.

“Alright, you’re good at this," he admits, his voice a mix of surprise.

Mish's only response is a sultry smile. Her hands glide down Channing's chest, her fingertips sending sparks of electricity through his body. She leans down, her lips brushing his ear, and whispers, "Am I?"

No answer.

Instead, Channing abruptly turns Mish over. Their positions are reversed, and now he’s on top. He leans into the grind, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrors hers. Their bodies move together in a dance that has nothing to do with choreography and everything to do with raw, unrestrained emotions…

Mish's heart is pounding so hard, she's surprised the room can't hear it. A voice in her head screams that she's crossing a line and should stop, but—

Channing's hands slide down Mish's hips, pulling her even closer. Their chests press together, and he can feel her heart pounding wildly beneath her skin.

As if reading her mind, Channing quietly murmurs, "…I've wanted this since you walked into the room."

Mish's eyes widen at his bold confession. "Is that so?"

Channing smirks, his thumb grazing the sensitive skin of Mish's inner thigh. "Yeah."

"Prove it to me, then," she challenges.

Mish suddenly rolls them over once more, so that she's on top. She straddles his waist, feeling his arousal pressing against her. Her hands slide up his chest, her eyes never leaving his as she grinds against his firm member.

Channing lets out a low groan, his head falling back as Mish takes control. "Fucking hell..."

His head falls back, and he flips her around, taking control again.

With purposeful slowness, Channing below begins to grind against her. Her hips swivel in a rhythm that speaks of years of dance training.

Suddenly, his eyes darken with a mix of desire and something more... possessive. With a sudden urgency, he grips the hem of Mish's sports bra and yanks it up, exposing her stomach.

“Wha-“

Mish gasps. She knows they've crossed a line, but it's too late—and frankly, she doesn't want to stop.

Not now.

Not ever.

Channing's eyes roam over the newly revealed skin, taking in the smooth, dark complexion. With a low growl, he pulls her closer, his lips claiming hers as he tears her out of her leggings too.

His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as their lips move in sync, tasting, exploring.

Her fingers find the hem of Channing's shirt and tug it upward, urging him to remove it. He obliges, breaking the kiss momentarily to pull the shirt off and toss it aside.

“There. Much better.”

Channing's hands slide down Mish's back, cupping her firm ass and pulling her against him. She wraps her legs around his abs, pulling him impossibly closer. Her slickness coats his hardness as they move against each other, the friction sparking a fire in their veins.

“Come here,” he growls.

Channing grabs Mish by the waist, lifting her onto the table, turning her around so her back is to him, her legs straddle his waist.

“I’m here,” she snaps back at him.

Mish arches her back, pressing her ass against Channing's hardness, inviting him to take her. He obliges with a sharp thrust, causing her to gasp and her fingers to dig into the table. Her breath comes in short, quick pants as he begins to move, his hips slamming against hers with each powerful stroke.

The table shakes with each of his thrusts, knocking over a water bottle. Mish grips the edge, her knuckles white, her nails leaving tiny scratches against the surface.

“H-harder!" She demands.

His hands grip her hips, guiding her movements, her breathy moans spurring him on.

"Fuck, Mish..." Channing grunts, his abs contracting with each powerful thrust.

Mish's eyes roll back. She bites her lip, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, leaving a coating of sweat across her brown skin.

“Oh, shit, Channing..."

No more footsteps. The only sounds are their labored breathing and the harsh grunts that escape their mouths. The room echoes with the rhythm of their bodies, a raw, primitive dance that needs no choreography.

Channing's eyes fixate on Mish, on the graceful slope of her spine, and he feels a surge of possessiveness. This woman—no, he thinks, this goddess—is driving him wild, and he wants more.

Much more.

"Mine," he pants, his voice hoarse with desire. "Damnih, you’re...all mine."

"Oh, Channing! Ri—" Mish screams, then bites her hand to stifle her loud cry as the climax crashes over her. Her body shakes uncontrollably, her inner walls convulsing around him.

Channing groans at the feel of her release, his own climax building to an unbearable pitch.

With a final, deep thrust, he reaches his peak, his body shuddering as he spills into her. "Fuck, Mish..." He growls, his voice ragged with pleasure.

Channing's forehead rests against Mish's damp back, his arms wrapped possessively around her waist. She feels his weight against her, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"I think…you got the role."

[sachermorte]

Thank you for the fashion post!

I love fashion and I love listening to you talk about it. Imagine me sitting at the edge of my seat, eyes big and shiny and taking very detailed notes.

(btw, I don't know if you ever watched it but I miss Project Runway. I loved listening to the designers' ideas and the critique they got from the judges (and Tim Gunn!! The man, the myth, the legend!). I only wish they had more time to create their outfits. I tried watching the Top Model franchise but they never really focus on the clothes and styling, it's more personal drama. I couldn't care less about Kylie (16) and Amee (19) fighting over who ate the last yoghurt and talking shit behind the other's back 🙄)

I LOVED Project Runway. I wish they would bring it back somehow. Tim Gunn has my entire heart. I think I picked up some of my very distinctive mannerisms from him. And, you know, growing up in an Episcopalian church choir filled with gin tonic-drinking gay men with academia jobs.

Clothes for me help beat back the slimy tendrils of dysphoria, the leaden shackles of depression. I have to look my best to feel my best, and I feel my best dressed as (as my friends lovingly say) a gay ÖVP-Mitglieder. Dark suits. Patterned trousers, sometimes in an accent color. Wool sweaters. 90s scissor cut, kind of young Leo DiCaprio esque. Too much jewelry. Aspects of traditional Austrian clothing, usually in the jacket or the coat. I think I've pulled together a look that's very me.

That's what I want for everyone, you know. For them to have a look that's theirs. If I have to wear a uniform or I can't style myself properly, I literally feel as if I've lost my face. Like nobody can look at me and see me at all. It's really disconcerting.

I love love love to talk about fashion in any case. I'm always willing to discuss. But may I also recommend the work of Derek Guy, known as dieworkwear on various platforms. I rb screenshots of his tweets pretty often.

[honeycove-crossing]

— Rod —

I wanted to start doing something new and feature each villager on their actual birthday, so they have a more special day! If you happen to have these birthday villagers in your town or on your island, please stop by and wish them a happy birthday! As always, I will include a gift guide so you can come prepared!

Without further ado please let me introduce you to Rod! He's a purple powerhouse of a jock villager. He may be a wee mouse but he is here to rumble!

Let's get into it!

About

Rod is a purple mouse with pink inner ears and yellow-green hair. He's got white whiskers on the sides of his face, darker purple paws, and wears a white and blue striped bandana.

He was born on August 14th making him a Leo! His catchphrase is ace and his favourite saying is "if you can't beat 'em, work harder!" And I think that is so fitting of a jock, and super inspirational too.

Rod is a jock villager, so he is very energetic and loves working out. He'll often be seen running, exercising, or carrying small weights. He gets along well with smug and peppy villagers best. Snooty villagers may feel offended when he critiques their level of fitness and may even annoy cranky villagers with his rambunctious personality.

Gift Guide

Players who want to level up their friendship with a villager should always try to give them something that matches their hobbies and interests. Rod's favourite colors are blue and aqua . And his favourite styles are active and cool. Here are some ideas for gifts as well:

Conductor's cap

Safety helmet

Mesh cap

Eyepatch

Pineapple aloha shirt

Basketball tank

Suspender outfit

Track jacket

Career jacket

Cycling shirt

Mountain parka

Barrel

Wave breaker

Sea globe

Barbell

Ship-wheel door decoration

Hammock

Sandcastle

Butterchurn

K.K Calypso

As always, you can also give any villager a piece of fruit as well!

Fun Facts

Originally, Rod was a much darker shade of purple!

He's the youngest of 4!

Rod is on the album cover of K.K Parade!

Rod shares his birthday with Leopold

[variablejabberwocky]

thinking about potential names for bitty!bruce's vigilante persona (didn't want to put this on the long chain of good ideas so i found the bit with the first mention of anti-robin, but they ARE good ideas and people should follow that thread for delicious funny angst) and i think WHICH name he goes by is gonna shape how the story unfolds but here are some ideas:

ROBIN - just strait up robin. little bruce did his research and saw kid vigilantes have themes based on where they're at/from and in gotham kid heroes are Robins, so he's a robin. obviously. it was good enough for his new dad guardian its good enough for him. dick is unhappy this little shit is being brainwashed into everything he thought he got PAST as robin. damian is pissed this pretender who has already slandered his honor is also Taking His Spot that Father refuses to give him yet. even funnier if while bitty!bruce was stealing jason's memorialized suit he also like idk stole tim's old suit? just ripped the trackers out of it/hacked them to be on hood's wavelength instead of the bats and went 'hey its a free costume'. tim would be so confused and OBSESSED. someone is pulling a him, is it damian? is he trying to take robin from him? is everyone else in on it? is this them trying to train his own replacement without telling him? are they trying to let him down easy or just slowly stonewall him out? like the confusion would be cleared up when he's spotted with hood, but there for a hot second? oof tim's insecurities would act up

ANTI-ROBIN - bitty!bruce did his research like above but CLEARLY he is the superior bruce, and his new dad guardian can beat up your dad is OBVIOUSLY training him better than big!bruce trains his robins, so clearly he is a living critique of big!bruce's methods and the antithesis of his robins. (let little bruce give off maximum damian vibes! its funny AND sad!) the costume could be like inverted colors of robin or the same colors but in the opposite locations.

BAT BOY - let this little angry spicy bean take one look at his alternate universe Big Self and go 'hold my flower'. he WILL be the superior bat themed vigilante, he's already got a head start by Not Sucking At Caring About Jason. he's Got This! your choice of if its just a robin costume dyed black/grey or if he goes full Batman But Miniature about it.

MINI HOOD - maybe he doesn't pick a name on his own, maybe he just gets called something enough to answer to it. i mean he follows Hood around like a lost little duckling and his glower is no joke either. look they even have the same temper! plus this is bruce we're talking about, he ABSOLUTELY has the capacity to be a little mimic. i mean 'brucie wayne' had to come from somewhere. so what if he intentionally picks up on more and more of jason's little mannerisms and body language. he wants to be more like his new dad guardian! plus helmets are practical.

BLUE JAY - i've seen a lot of stories where ALL the former robins become other birds when they outgrow the robin mantle and a frequent one is cardinal. but this is the antithesis of a robin and i've seen a lot of stuff with bluejays and cardinals together as Opposite Brightly Colored Birds Of Winter. so: blue jay. it would also be a little bit of a fuck you to nightwing since he went from mostly red outfit to mostly blue and i can see bruce planning to do the opposite of the Original Robin AND its a subtle nod to jason being his guardian. and you could do so many different things with the costume! is it basically a black and blue robin costume? is it a miniature of the old grey and blue batman costume? is it a tiny red hood but with blue instead of red? is it an entirely different costume unlike any others? is it modeled after the current robin (tim) to show he's the equivalent?

Prompt:

Jason gets booted to another dimension and adopts a recently orphaned Bruce Wayne.

Whom he also takes along for the ride when he’s pulled back into his own dimension.

[siempre-bucky]

the one piece

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake had seen you in everything under the sun, but a single black one-piece swimsuit turns him absolutely feral.

warnings: suggestive, no smut. afab!reader

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i feel like one piece suits don't get enough love and here we are...

Penny had invited the team to her house, kindly offering her backyard and her pool for the team to decompress and celebrate a successful mission. The southern California sun was calling for chlorine-ridden water and cheap beer. Jake stood back with Coyote and Fanboy, watching and internally critiquing the way Maverick and Rooster grilled a few feet away. He was about to say something to the younger man that would ruffle his tail feathers but a sharp jab to his side drew his attention away. “Your girl’s here,” Coyote smirked, pointing his beer bottle in the direction of you and Phoenix. 

You managed to take his breath away with a single flash of your eyes. You looked at Coyote and sent him an excited wave, then you looked at the tall blond, flipping him off and grinning sarcastically. “Not my girl..." Jake grimaced, but he really wanted you to be.  

He continued to discreetly watch as you and the other aviator walked to the pair of lounge chairs. His death grip on the neck of the dark brown bottle tightened as you removed your long-sleeved shirt, revealing your pitch black one-piece swimsuit. “Jesus,” he hissed under his breath as he saw how stunning you looked and how your curves fit deliciously in the material. He was still a man and absolutely noticed how your breasts looked in the deeply cut neckline. 

“You need a pillow to cover that or somethin’?” his friend teased. 

“Shut up.” 

Hangman had seen you in everything over the years that fate had cruelly intertwined your careers. His emerald green eyes had grown accustomed to seeing you in every outfit the Navy issued, familiar with the certain way you tied your flight suit around your waist. He knew your preferences of sundresses for the spring and large sweaters during the winters. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you in a two-piece for the first time on a day off. 

But this certain piece of attire made him want to take a dive into the coldest water on the planet. He’d always thought you were beautiful, not even the baggy flight suits couldn’t conceal how pretty you were to him. 

You noticed his eyes on you for most of the afternoon, even while he played football in the water with the other guys you could feel his glare. It was never unwanted or made you feel uncomfortable, you rather liked when the cocky aviator looked at you. You weren’t sure why he was looking at you so much today, your hair was up and out of your face, and sunscreen was slathered on your skin. You didn’t look special. 

After a while, Jake’s shadow loomed over you, the words of your book becoming harder to read. With a frown, you glanced upward at the source. Your thighs closed instinctively as Jake’s toned chest shone in the light, the lucky water droplets sliding down his skin. God, he looked good in the dark green board shorts that hung low on his hips, the beautiful v shape tempted you to your core. “Bagman,” you greeted. 

“Of all the things to do at a pool party and you choose to read, princess?” he quipped. 

You sat up and placed your closed book at the foot of the plastic pool chair. “You should try it sometime. Enrich that pea brain of yours.” 

Jake chuckled, unphased by your jab at his strong ego. “You’re funny,” he laughed sarcastically and watched as you put your book in your bag and stood up from the chair. His eyes followed your frame as you walked towards the edge of the pool. Fuck he swore your hips were swaying more than normal just to taunt him. The curve of your ass already doing a wonderful job at plaguing his mind with filthy thoughts. 

He turned and saw you nonchalantly pat the spot next to you, your eyes focused on the small blossoms falling from Penny’s tree. Jake took the hint and sat next to you, his knee brushing against yours as they gently swayed back and forth in the water. “I’ll never understand you, Hangman,” you sighed, leaning back on the palm of your hands. 

His eyes darted away, trying not to stare at your chest. “How so?” he snickered. 

“Pretty girls swarm you all the time and yet you choose to stare at me all day.” 

His cheeks turned red as roses in an instant. “You noticed.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed in acknowledgment, looking over at him. “Was it the pasty sunscreen? The book, the hot pink beach towel?” 

Jake shook his head and slid off the edge and into the pool. He shivered at the cold water and turned to face you, his arm outstretched for you. Rolling your eyes, you joined him in the water and let his hands fall to your hips. His strong hands brought you closer until his lips were dangerously close to your ear. “The swimsuit,” he growled. 

You bit back a chuckle. “Of all the things I could wear, a one-piece gets you all hot and bothered for me?” you whispered back. His fingertips brushed along your lower back, two of his fingers trailed along your skin while the others felt the material he was so obsessed with.   

“How have no idea what you do to me every day, baby, but today,” he all but moaned in your ear, his eyes looking down at the exposed valley of your breasts, “you chose that and I swear to God it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever worn.” 

“Jake,” you whimpered, the magnetic force of his words drawing you in closer to his chest, your forehead pressed to his collarbone. You swore you could hear his heartbeat pound against his ribcage from being so close. You eventually pulled back and lifted your chin to meet his cocky smirk. “Looks like you need a cold shower there, Seresin,” you told him, regaining your confidence. 

“You could use one too,” he retorted. 

You looked towards the patio door, the reflection of you and Jake standing in each other's embrace glaring back at you. “We could go take one together,” you offered, slipping out of his arms and making your way to the steps. Jake let you get out first and started to casually follow after you walked inside Penny’s house.

He entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist, his lips connecting with the side of your neck. He placed scathing kisses on your skin while his strong hands gripped the outer layer of black material that covered your stomach. “Keep this on,” he growled.

[liliansun]

“FRIENDZONED”

synopsis: falling for your best friend, one of the most cliche things to do. good thing you fell for his roommate instead, but the boy was just as dense as you were. Jake was head over heals, watching as you make your aim for Heeseung. In the end, being friendzoned was a lot harder than straight up rejection, right?

pairing: heeseung x reader, Jake x reader w/ mentions of aespa members, enhypen members and itzy members

genre: fluff, slight angst, best friends to lovers

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking

6.4k wc

It was obvious that you were head over heels for Lee Heeseung. Who wasn’t honestly? He was the ace of the campus, the pretty boy of the school. He looked like an angel sent from the sky above and he blessed you with his pretty smile every time you went to his apartment, but he didn’t live alone, oh no no. He shared his apartment with 3 other boys. They each all had polar opposite personalities and yet they all seemed to blend well together. Heeseung was the oldest, he stayed to himself most of the time and he always had headphones in. Jay was second in age, he cooked for you each time you came over.

The fashion major in him would always critique your outfit for the ‘dates’ you’d go on. Sunghoon was the youngest, the prince of the apartment. He was very loud for someone who was always quiet, but that was his elegance. Then we have Jake, he was the third in age and he was your best friend. The puppy-eyed boy was always by your side. He had some weird 6th sense when it came to you, he always knew what you wanted before you knew yourself. What you wanted to eat, where you wanted to go, he could read you like the books on his shelf.

He was your stability, your safety blanket, your everything. His biggest mistake, according to him, was introducing you to his friends. Even though he always knew what you had a taste for, he didn’t think Heeseung would be on that list. Your crush on the senior was like a snowfall, it started out soft and pretty and gradually grew over time. Jake convinced himself you’d grow out of it like you did with your other crushes. You’d fall for someone, go on a date and come back to their apartment upset because they weren’t what you expected.

Sounds shallow, but you weren’t going to waste your time if the first impression was not impressive. He was used to this, he liked being the only guy in your life. It’s selfish, but he had to be when it came to you.

So when the news broke that you liked Heeseung, immediately Jake turned to his other roommates seeking comfort in the storm that was brewing. “Dude, it’s probably just a small crush.” Jay said, reassuring his panicked friend. Jay and Sunghoon both knew Jake's worry behind your sudden attention for Heeseung, but they didn’t have the heart to tell him before he found out himself. “I agree, she’ll be over him in a week, maybe two at most.” Sunghoon replied, watching Jake attempt to ease his nerves. He wanted his friends to be right, he hoped they’d be right, but they were wrong. 4 months later, you’re sitting on Jake’s bed with his favorite book in your hands.

A small habit he has was marking his favorite part of the book he’s reading, sparking your curiosity with each word on the page. He doesn’t ever say why it’s his favorite, so you don’t ask. Instead, you read it yourself and find yourself picking apart the text in hopes to see what he sees. You’ll never see what he sees, he’s told you that before. A perfect example is just now, he walks into his room and finds you laid out on his bed with the literature raking your attention.

He stands there, smiling at you ever so fondly. There’s something so simple yet so beautiful to him when he finds you waiting for him. His heart races, beating against his ribs in a rhythm to your name. When you feel his presence, you shoot up and set his book aside. “JAKEE!“ you scream, scurrying off his bed and springing across his room. He smiles at you, like a kid in a candy store and engulfs you into his arms. Your bodies mold together like two pieces of the same puzzle. “Miss me?” He asked in a teasing tone. You mentally rolled your eyes as you took a step back from his hug.

“Don’t be so cocky, I could’ve scared you if I wanted to.” “Yea yea, whatever you say.” He says, smoothing the back of your hair with his palm. Silence falls between you two, something that’s become a comforting thing. You decide to break it this time when you heard a particular boy leave his room. Headphones in each ear, he blasts his favorite songs to drown out the rest of the world. You slipped out of Jake’s embrace, moving around him and peeking your head out the hallway.

Heeseung looks up from his phone, smiling at your beaming expression. “Oh hey y/n, when did you get here?” He asked, turning down the volume on his phone so he can hear you properly while pulling a headphone out. You were practically drooling by him just standing there, but to avoid being awkward, you stammer out of Jake’s room. “I was here earlier, but I was waiting for Jake.” Jake doesn’t know whether to be happy you were waiting for him or upset you ditched him for a few minutes of acknowledgement from his roommate.

“Oh cool, wanna join me for a bowl of noodles?” You practically tripped as you tried to rush out of Jake’s room. Embarrassed, you’re covering your face as Heeseung laughs behind you. Jealousy settles over Jake as he watches the two of you walk to the kitchen. He wants to be the one who makes you blush, no other guy, but him. He’ll never admit it, but he hates the way your crush on Heeseung stuck around longer than expected.

After you and Heeseung shared a cup of noodles, he cleaned the kitchen while you went searching for Jake. He wasn’t in his room, maybe he was doing laundry? You couldn’t hear the washer spinning, maybe it already stopped. You made the rash decision to go check the bathroom, a mistake you’d later feel the consequences of. Just as you’re about to reach for the knob, Jake steps out the bathroom in all glory. He had loose sweatpants on, his shirt hanging over his arm and a towel around his neck while he used one hand to dry his hair.

You ran straight into his slightly wet chest, not only did it hurt a little to run into a solid man, but you were a blushing mess when you took in the situation. You didn’t look up, already knowing it was Jake by the way he smelt of fresh pine and mint. Jake was confused on why you stood there, frozen in your spot till it dawned on him he was half naked. “I’m so sorry y/n, I didn’t see you coming.” He said in a rushed sentence before running past you and into the safety of his room.

Sunghoon and Jay came home just in time, walking through the front door with a few bags of groceries. They were carrying on with their conversation till they spotted you standing in the middle of the hallway. “Y/n, are you okay?” Jay asked, setting a bag down by the door. Sunghoon walked toward the kitchen where Heeseung was drying dishes.

“Hey if you see Jake, tell him we bought snacks.” Sunghoon called out, grabbing your attention. You rushed down the hallway, making a b-line for the door. “Jake? See Jake? Why would I see Jake? It’s not like I just saw him, what? No I didn’t see Jake shirtless, oh I have to go bye!” You said, slipping your shoes on and rushing out the door. Your sudden outburst left the three boys dazed and confused as the began packing groceries away.

You couldn’t look at him the same, even when you would go over to the apartment to watch movies or play games with Heeseung, every time your eyes found Jake, you immediately looked away in embarrassment. Jake was also feeling the heat of the situation, unable to explain to Sunghoon and Jay why you were acting so weird. He was too embarrassed to admit it, his thoughts convincing himself that you’re repelled by the moment and avoiding him was your way of telling him to fuck off.

It was the complete opposite if you were honest. Seeing Jake in the way you’ve never seen him before has been imprinted into your mind. You’d be lying if you didn’t think he was insanely attractive, but this was the cherry on top. “Omg I can’t believe I’m acting like this!” You cried out to your friend, Winter. She was soothing your hair as you laid in her lap. The two of you were roommates, but more times than not, you’d end up in each other’s room until you fell asleep.

“Think of it this way, maybe Jake is more your type than you think.” You shot her a glance, scoffing while you covered your face. “Be serious please, I can’t even be in the same room with him alone anymore.” Winter giggled at your confession, “Y/n, he’s your best friend, I’m sure he misses you.” As stupid as it sounded to you, she was right.

He did miss you like crazy and neither one of you was willing to be the first to speak. “C’mon, just talk to him. What’s the worst that could happen?” What’s the worst that could happen? Seize the moment. Carpe diem. Just do it y/n, suck it up! You sat up, scooting to the edge of her bed. Winter followed you, leaving her room and entering yours. “What are you doing?” She asked, finding a seat in the beanbag you had near your desk.

You shhed her as you reached for your phone off your bed. Winter sat, watching you unlock your phone and dial Jake’s number. As the ringing began, the regret started to sink in. You were too nervous to FaceTime him, so you tried to hang up, but he answered before you could. “Y/n?” He said, staring at you through the phone. Oh god, there he is. You missed his chocolate eyes, the softness in his voice when he said your name. You missed him so much and seeing him through a screen was setting that into reality. “Hi Jake.” You said, smiling softly. Jake laughed a little, admiring you. He was down, down bad. “What are you doing?” He asked, shuffling in whatever he was doing.

“Oh I’m just-“ you stopped mid answer, turning to Winter in a panic. She shook her hands vigorously, trying to mimic a tv with her hands. “Uhh I’m just- watching tv?” You said, hoping he’d buy your badly put together lie. Jake shot you a weird glance before going back to what he was doing. “Anything good without me?” He asked, teasing you. You gasped dramatically, putting one hand over your chest and clutched your shirt. “How dare you! As if I’d watch our shows without you, shame on you mister.” You said as you relaxed on your bed.

You and Jake had got so caught up in conversation that you forgot Winter was sitting across from you. She was connecting the dots, when it suddenly hit her. She gasped loudly, covering her mouth almost immediately when she received a very angered look from you. “Is that Winter?” Jake asked. “Oh yea, she just got home and I think she forgot something.” You said, winking at her. She got your message, getting up as quietly as she could to exit your room. Jake was about to speak up, but a certain roommate beat him to it.

“Is that y/n?” Your heart did a somersault in your chest when Heeseung said your name. Jake hid his disappointment, turning his phone for the elder to see you through the screen. “Hey y/n! Where have you been?” He asked, showing off his pearly whites to the camera. “Hi sseungie, just spending more time with Win since she was lonely.” You said, lying through your teeth. Winter stood in your doorway, rolling her eyes. “Hey, why don’t you guys come over? We can have a few drinks and play some games!” Winter said, loud enough for the boys on the other end to hear. You shot her a worried look as she smirked evilly at you.

“Yea, sounds good. We’ll see you in a few hours.” Heeseung said as he left the room and went on to do what he needed. “I’m gonna go invite some friends.” Winter said, winking as she skipped down the hallway to her room. You didn’t notice it, but Jake was staring at you as you stared off at the doorway. “So I’ll see you soon?” He said, grabbing your attention. You nodded, waving goodbye before the two of you hung up.

After an hour and a half of not knowing what to wear, you, with the help of Yeji and Giselle, decided on something that would catch Heeseung’s attention, but not show off too much. The girls were snickering over whispers of Jake’s name when their car pulled up. You rolled your eyes at them as you heard the knock on the door. “He’s here, I wonder if he’ll drool.” Giselle said, teasing you till the very end. You blushed at the image of Heeseung in your head, but the girls were referring to a different roommate.

Each boy stepped in and showed off how good they looked. Sunghoon carried the drinks to the kitchen, followed by Heeseung. Jay walked over to greet your roommate while Jake was the last to come through the door. Your heart and mind were at war, one telling you to go and earn his attention while the other said to go do what you’ve been waiting so long to do. Ultimately, you chose to follow your heart and it led you to the couch where Jake was seated. He was talking to Yeji, caught up in conversation.

The sight nearly made you sick, as if you just got punched in the gut. Backing up slowly, you turned to leave and found Heeseung, but Jake stopped you. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you to turn to him. “Not gonna say hello?“ he said, smiling at you. You bit your lip, eyes flickering to the way she had her hand on his knee. You muttered a quick ‘hi’ before pulling your arm from his grip. Jake was left confused and hurt, turning to catch Jay’s eyes. Jay knew what was going on, deciding to follow you to the kitchen.

Heeseung and Sunghoon were putting the drinks over ice so that they’ll stay cold when you walked in. You immediately went over and peered at what the two had brought, startling Sunghoon by your presence. “Shit y/n! You need a bell when you enter a room.” He said, gasping for air. You giggled as you playfully pushed his shoulder. “Get over it, ice prince.” You replied, earning a laugh from Heeseung. “Hey y/n, you look beautiful.” He said, leaning over to catch your eye. Your face lit up immediately as the blush crept along your cheeks.

“Likewise.” You said, trying to sound nonchalant. Jay walked in, joining you at the counter. “Hey y/n, I don’t get acknowledged? I’m hurt.�� He said, frowning at you. You cupped his cheeks, squishing them together. “Aww Jay, you poor baby. I’ll have to remember you next time.” You said, cooing at him. He laughed, pulling your hands from his face.

Heeseung grabbed two drinks, handing one to you and Jay. You popped the top off, taking a long sip. You heard cheers from both Jay and Sunghoon, but it was Heeseung’s smile at your boldness that caught your attention. “Someone’s having a good time.” He said before taking a sip of his own. “Better enjoy it while I can.” You said, feeling the alcohol start to warm you up and loosen your tension. Jay wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you back to the others.

The two boys followed, being welcomed by the music you assumed Winter put on. Immediately, Heeseung ran over to change the music, putting on one of his own. When Jake looked up, he saw you and Jay talking and jealousy was bubbling inside him. Yeji seemed to notice his disinterest in the conversation, watching where his eyes were. “Go talk to her.” She said, nudging his arm with a soft smile. He didn’t look back, getting up and walking toward you. You were leaning against the wall, Jay next to you as the two of you went on about some show coming soon. “Hey y/n.” Jake said, brushing some of his hair back. You took a sip of your drink before responding. “Oh hey Jake, what happened? Did Yeji bore you?”

You were drunk, he didn’t know how many drinks you had, but you were definitely not near sober. “Actually, you dissed me earlier and I just wanted to spend some time with you.” You were conflicted, staying downstairs and partying with your friends, most importantly your crush. Or going upstairs and having a talk with Jake, your best friend. You didn’t have the right mind to make a reasonable answer, so instead you handed your drink to Jay and grabbed Jake’s hand.

He didn’t protest, why would he? He was in love with you. Not that it’s any surprise, but he decided he might try and make a move before it was too late. And that’s what he did, or wanted to do. The two of you went into your room, shutting the for behind him. “How’ve you been?” He said, turning to you as he sat on your bed. “What’s wrong Jake?” You asked, slurring your words just a bit at his name. He shook his head, reaching out for your hands. “Come cuddle me for a second, yea?”

He knew you were a sucker for his cuddles, mainly because of how warm he was, but his body seemed to be perfect for yours. You grabbed his hands, sitting on your bed till he got in a comfortable position. He pulled you against him, holding you close as the room went quiet. Even with the music downstairs, the only thing you could hear was his breathing and the beating of his heart.

“It’s like we’re a couple.” You said, half jokingly. Jake didn’t respond, instead he just stared down at you with tender eyes. “Always cuddling, never leaving each other’s side. It’s almost like we have feelings for each other.” You said, no filter over your mouth. Jake didn’t know if you meant anything you were saying, but he took his chance to confess while he still had the confidence. “We could be.” He said, feeling your body tense up almost immediately.

You maybe had a little too much to drink, but you were starting to sober up. You sat up, staring down at him, searching his face for any sign that this was a joke. All you found was tender love as he stared back at you. So much time passed, yet you felt like the world went still. The sound of your door opened, turning your attention to the source. “Hey y/n, oh am I interrupting?” He asked as he looked between you two. “Uh, no.” You said, getting out of Jake’s grip and off your bed.

You turned back to see Jake propped up on his elbows, eyes begging for you to stay, but you took the chance and left your room. Heeseung grabs your hand, walking you through the party and onto the patio. The cool air hits your fiery skin, yet you feel almost numb to the wind. “Some party you got there.” He said, looking at you with a smile. You nod, staring out at the view. “So y/n, I’ve been missing to ask you something all night.” You turn towards him, straightening up as you feel your cheeks begin to heat up. “Go ahead, ask me anything.” You replied, fiddling with your hands.

“I think you’re really cute and I have for a few weeks now..so I guess I’m asking if I can take you on a date?” He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he stared at you. You stood there, thinking that you were so drunk that you passed out and now you’re dreaming. Only, this was real. Lee Heeseung is asking you out, on your patio in the midst of night. You were in shock, staring at him as if he was speaking another language. “I-If you’re not interested..I’m so sorry I even brought it up.” He said, defeat written across his face.

You reached out, fingers barely touching his arm. His eyes locked with yours, sparkling in the moonlight. “Let me get back to you on that?” You said, smiling widely. He nods, gently grabbing your hand to bring it to his lips. Softly, he kisses the back of your hand. “I hope I’ll get that chance.” He said right before he left the patio. You leaned against the rails, mind going back and forth on how you didn’t jump for joy when he asked you. Part of it was because of Jake, well it was all because of Jake. He’s completely sober and he practically admitted his feelings for you just moments ago.

Now you’re standing here, wanting to go to him. Share the news with him, see what he thinks. So that’s what you did, you left the patio and went down to search for Jake. You looked all throughout the living area where most were still seated and chatting away. You spotted Sunghoon, making a direct b line to him. “Hey, have you seen Jake?” You said, loud enough so he’ll hear you. Sunghoon’s face went white at the mention of his friend's name. Nervous, he tried to direct your attention elsewhere. “Uhh, I don’t know. Jay brought some new drinks out not too long ago, you should go try those.” He said, nudging you slightly to the kitchen.

You gave him a weird look before making your way to the kitchen. Jay was by the counter, snacking on some chips. “Hey y/n, where’d you go earlier? We couldn’t find you or He-“ You cut him off, “Do you know where Jake is?“ Jay choked on his chips, reaching for his drink beside him as he struggled to get his snack down. You gave him a side eye, “Are you okay?” He cleared his throat after a long sip of whatever was in his cup.

“I think you should go enjoy the party y/n.” He said, voice laced with concern. You sighed, grabbing a drink from the cooler and left the kitchen. Jay was no help, Sunghoon was no help and Jake was nowhere to be seen. You gave up, deciding to try and find Winter. As you trailed down the hall towards her room, you heard Yeji and Jake giggling. Your heart felt heavy, but your feet carried on despite the warning from your brain. When your hand reached the knob, you heard shuffling. You should’ve turned back, already knowing what to expect, but you needed to see it in order to believe it. You opened the door, standing in the hallway as you watched Jake and Yeji make out feverishly on your roommates bed.

When the two heard the creak of the door, they pulled away instantly. Your heart couldn’t take it, it tried to hold on, but it shattered. Jake’s eyes went wide at the sight of your doe eyes. He couldn’t see clearly, but he could tell there were tears swelling in the corner. He called out your name, but you ran. You ran to your room and locked the door as quickly as you could. You hated yourself for going to him.

You hated that you hoped he’d be looking for you, alone. You hated how it was her he was with. Most of all, you hated how bad it hurt. Climbing into bed, you heard him outside your door. “Y/n, please open up!” He begged as he wiggled your doorknob. You turned to the wall, tears falling down your face. “Y-Y/n..it’s not what you think.” He pleaded, hoping to get you to let him in. His heart was hurting, you were shutting him out and he was to blame. “Please..let me in.” He said, voice cracking. You couldn’t hold it in, letting out a choked sob into your pillow.

Jake could hear you, over all the music and people talking, he heard your cries and he could only listen. Defeated, he sat against your door, head in his hands as he waited for you to come out.

By morning, you felt the events of the previous night. Like a bad movie, it played in your head over and over till you decided to check your phone. Scanning through your notifications, you saw that none were from Jake. You felt disappointed, hoping there was something from him, but you got nothing. Maybe the next move wasn’t the best, but you did it because you felt like you deserved it. Clicking on Heeseung’s contact, you sent him a quick text.

[10:22am] y/n: about that date..when and where?

Your heart was begging you not to, but you had already hit send. A heavy feeling fell over you, settling in the pit of your stomach when you got a notification.

[10:25am] heeseung <3: it’s a surprise ;)

You giggled, tossing your phone beside you and decided to conquer the day. You were gonna forget about Jake and Yeji, focus on yourself and make the most of the day. This was gonna be it, you didn’t need Jake. You got out of bed, walking to your door. When you unlocked it and pulled it open, Jake fell at your feet. He groaned loudly, waking up almost immediately when his head hit the floor. You stood there, stunned. Had he been out there all night? Why? “Fuck- y/n?” He said, staring up at you with worry. Quickly, he scrambled to get up. He rubbed the back of his head, throbbing pain being accompanied by his aching heart.

“What are you doing here?” You said, looking at your feet. You wanted to run, hide or even push him away, but you couldn’t. “I was waiting for you to come out..but I think I fell asleep.” He said, voice sounding hoarse. You shook your head, he could be so dumb. “Can we talk? Please..?” He pleads, gently grabbing both of your hands and taking them into his. “Only if you freshen up, you look awful.” You said, lifting your head up. He laughed, softly. He did look bad, but he had also never looked so good.

After a quick shower, Jake came back to your room. He saw you sitting on the edge, typing away on your phone. When he set down his shoes, you looked at him. The clothes he left over surprisingly still fit since he started working out when he left them here. You glanced up, nearly choking on spit at the sight. Your heart was racing, but your mind was rejecting. He was with Yeji and you were going on a date with Heeseung, don’t be so naive. “So uhm, about last night-“ Your long sigh cut him off. “Jake, last night was a mistake. I shouldn’t have walked in on you and Yeji.”

His heart hurt at the way you spoke to him. He wanted to beg and scream for you to listen, but he knew how stubborn you were. “I mean about the talk we had while lying down.” He said, a little lower than usual. He had hope, not a lot and not too high, but he had hope. “Oh that? Don’t worry, we’re just friends Jake. It’s different because of how close we are, like how Heeseung and I are going on a date soon.” Oh, a date? When did that happen? His entire world came crashing down at the mental image of you and his roommate on a date.

What if there was more than one? What if Heeseung kissed you? So many what if’s and little answers to soothe his aching heart. Defeated, Jake tightens his fists to try and hold himself together. “Yea, friends.” Friends, that’s all he was to you. He’s been friend zoned before, but it never hurt so bad. Letting out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, Jake hung his head down as he left your room. Your eyes followed him out, swelling at the sadness written across him. You got off your bed, followed him down the hall and watched him gather his things. “You’re leaving? I thought you wanted to talk?” He didn’t look up, he didn’t look back, all he did was grip the door handle. “There’s nothing to say anymore, have fun on your date.” And he was gone.

You thought you’d feel better, but somehow you felt even worse than before. Winter watched from the kitchen, holding plates of pancakes she made. When she locked eyes with you, she saw the tear roll down your cheek. “Oh baby.” She said softly, setting the plates on the counter and quickly made her way to you.

This was it, your date with Heeseung. You had dreamt of this day many times, never actually thinking it would come true. You were sitting in front of your closet, staring at the clothes on hangers. All he told you was, ‘wear something comfortable.’ As if that’s so helpful. Winter was in the bathroom, gathering her makeup for you to put on. Yes, you didn’t own your own makeup. It wasn’t really your style, but you wanted to try it for Heeseung.

When she came into your room, she noticed how still you were. Setting the bags on your bed, she crouched down and sat next to you. “What are we thinking about?” She asked, staring into your closet. “I don’t know.” You replied, playing with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. His sweatshirt, Jake’s. That’s what you were thinking about and it was killing you. You two had never gone so long without talking and it was eating at you badly. Even his sweatshirt felt comforting, yet dense when you put it on last night. “Do you miss him?” She asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. You turned to her, confused. “Who? Heeseung?” She knew you knew who she was talking about, but she played along. “No, silly, Jake.”

Hearing his name after three weeks was like hearing a rocket launch up close. It was loud to your ears, even though she spoke softly. Yes, you did miss him. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you missed him so badly. It was evident on your face when she would see you trying to do things you used to do with him, but you couldn’t because he wasn’t there. “Wanna help me pick out my clothes?” You said, swerving away from talking about Jake. Winter sighed, hoping you’d just open up and see how much he truly meant to you. Baby steps she thought, baby steps. Jumping up, she grabbed your hands and pulled you up with her. “Let’s get you date ready.”

Winter spent about an hour working on your fit for the date, finally deciding on something cute, yet comfortable. She told you to wear your hair down and applied as little makeup as she could. When you checked the time, you chewed on your inner cheek. Winter was going on about some catalogue she read and trying to give you tips to not be nervous, but all you could do was stare at the picture of you and Jake from spring break the previous year. “Y/n!” She said, particularly loud. You flinched, rubbing your ear. “He’s here.” She said, grabbing both of your hands. “Please enjoy yourself.” You rolled your eyes, bringing her in for a hug. “Yes mom, I promise.” She gave you a right squeeze before letting go. She looked at you, eyes telling you what her mouth can’t. Don’t think about Jake. Harder said than done.

You left your room, meeting Heeseung at the door. When it swung open, he was holding flowers. “Wow, you look beautiful.” He said, smiling at your mere presence. Holding the flowers out for you, you grabbed them and smiled. “Thank you, not so bad yourself.” You replied, setting the flowers on the coffee table. “Winter will make sure they’re taken care of, that’s kinda her thing.” He nodded, taking your hand in his and led you to his car. Heeseung holding your hand, you assumed sparks would be flying or maybe fireworks going off.

Nothing, you felt nothing. It was like holding your roommate's hand, just another hand to hold. Being the gentleman he is, Heeseung held the passenger door open for you. You got in, waiting for him to join you. What was wrong with you? Why weren’t you excited? You were excited, but not to the full extent you should’ve been. He is your crush, he was the boy you dreamt of and here you are in his car wishing he was someone else.

When Heeseung got in, he noticed how spaced out you were. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking at you with concern. “Oh uhm, yea.” You replied, faking a smile. Heeseung bought it, surprisingly, and put on one of his playlists as he drove you to your date. The entire ride was silent, letting the music fill the car. Heeseung would hum to the music, but you were looking out the window. Too lost in thought, you didn’t realize the car had stopped. When you came back down to reality, you looked over at Heeseung who was staring at you.

“We’re here, it’s this little ramen shop on the corner where they have the best ramen-“ Your head turned, immediately knowing where it was. “Oh I know this shop! Jake and I came here after it opened.” You said, smiling back at the memories. Heeseung saw how you light up at the thought of his roommate, reading the vibe almost instantly. “It’s him, isn’t it?” His words cut you in half, turning your attention to his sad smile. “What’s who?” You asked, hoping he wouldn’t say the name you had been thinking of. “Jake, you’re thinking of Jake.”

Guilt was flooding through you like an overflow. You wanted to cry because there was so much unsaid, but you held yourself together. “It’s okay y/n, I kinda knew a while ago at the party, but I thought I had a chance.” You reached out, gently grabbing his hand. “I liked you, I really did Heeseung.” His face went blank, then super flushed. “Really? I had no clue.” He said, laughing at his own embarrassment. The two of you sat in silence, listening to the music before he pulled his hand from yours and started driving. “Where are we going?” You asked, looking back at the noodle shop. “To make things right.” He said, smiling.

That was one of the many things that pulled you to have a crush on him in the beginning, his reason to have a balance in lives around him. Midway drive, you saw the clouds darken before the rain began to pour down. It was heavy, as if the clouds were clashing within each other. When he pulled up to his apartment, the two of you ran out of the car and up to the door. Heeseung’s cold, numb fingers fiddled with his keys. Thankfully, Sunghoon heard the commotion and opened the door. The both of you walked in, shivering from the weather. “What’s going on? I thought you were on a date.” He asked, getting Jay’s attention who was on the couch playing games.

You looked all around the living room, frowning when you didn’t spot him. “Is he here?” You asked, rubbing your arms to try and wake yourself up. Sunghoon turned to Jay who looked at you with confusion. “No, he left about 10 minutes ago for your place.” A spark of adrenaline ran through you, immediately reaching for the door. The three boys were shouting in protest, wanting to drive you back. “I can’t wait any longer, I love him!” You shouted as you ran down the steps and off into the city. It took longer than you’d hope, but you just kept running.

When you got close to your apartment, you saw him. He was sitting against your door, soaked from the weather. By now, he had dried a bit. When you got close, he looked up and saw you standing there, staring at him. “Y/n, you’re soaked! Why are you soaked?” He asked, getting up as quick as he could and ran over to grab your hands. You stood, frozen in place as he rubbed your fingers within his in attempts to warm them. “Are you crazy? Who walks in this kind of weather? And where is Heeseung?” He had a million questions and needed answers. “I’m in love with you.”

Time had stopped, the world around the two of you went silent and his aching heart was now mended. Staring at you through thick lashes, he took a deep breath. “A-Are you sure? Because it’s cold and you’re wet and I think you might be sic-“ Your smile made him lose his train of thought. “Just kiss me.” You said, staring into his sweet, brown eyes and that’s exactly what he did. Dropping one of your hands, he came up to cup the side of your cheek. He leaned in, taking your head into his hand and heart into his.

His lips were soft, just how you imagined they’d be. Soft and perfect, like he was to you. He kissed you with such passion, yet he was so gentle. You were engulfed in the love of his kiss, making you forget how cold your body was. Pulling back some, you smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. “Does this mean I’m out the friend zone?” He asked, getting a laugh from you. “You were never truly ‘frienzoned’.” You replied as he returned the laugh. The two of you went inside, trying to warm up as quickly as possible.

When you found yourself in your bed, cuddled up next to him as he read you a book, you asked the dying question. “Why do you mark parts of the book that are your favorite?” He stopped reading, turning to give you a smile. “Because they remind me of you.”

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a/n!: this was the longest au I’ve ever written so I hope you enjoy <3

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Pizza Tower: A Rant

Let me preface this with a warning. I am not good at Pizza Tower. I can only get A-Ranks, can’t keep a combo for the life of me, and I accidentally unlocked the Bad Bones outfit in Pizzascape. In boss fights, I usually end with 1 health, getting a D-Rank almost always. My highest rank is a B in The Noise fight, and that’s only because I kept trying to P-Rank him via Parry spam. That being said, this rant will also contain spoilers for the Final Boss, Boss 4, and the ending in general. Viewers beware, you’re in for a scare!

TL;DR, Pizza Tower is a love letter to the 90s and the Wario Land franchise, with an artstyle fitting of a 90s gross-out Platformer the likes of which are forgotten to time. It’s an amazing game, with heart and soul poured into each crevasse of its scuffed form. It’s easy to learn, but to master it takes skill. Little story, good music, and infinite potential.

Now, I won’t go into detail on every individual level, only some highlights, and the bosses. If I did the whole game, we’d be here forever. Also, each lobby, of course.

Layer 1 of the tower is the Tower Lobby, which boasts some slightly menacing music. This is the first leg of the journey, and already, it readies you for what’s to come.

The first level the average player does is John Gutter. The music is calm, the sounds of tinkling crystal and rushing wind only accentuated by the familiar beat of Pizza Time. As it goes on, the music becomes… well, music. But, unlike its main leitmotif, it’s… calm. The level is dotted with dead pillars, similar to Pillar John. You can break them without triggering Pizza Time, and even get an achievement for breaking them all. The background looks like an old vaporwave wallpaper, pillars with John’s face on them poking diagonally out of the background. Palm Trees on raised platforms dot the landscape.

Beyond this level, everything is somewhat forgettable, so we’ll move to the first boss. Pepperman. For a first boss, he’s still really good. His music has amazing rhythm, and the background tells all you need to know about our red friend. The walls are lined with works of himself, from a king to a knight. Everything he has is themed to himself. The only artwork not of him is promptly destroyed, being art of Peppino. Statues fall from above to crush you, poor drawings of Pepperman come from off-camera to knock you around, and knights who look like the great Pepper slide along the ground in Phase 2. The only thing he likes more than himself is art. His last two hits need you to make a statue, which he will begin critiquing. This is your chance to smack him.

After the lobby, put on your cowboy hat and saddle up, because it’s the Western District. Based on cowboys and indians. The first level I’ll talk about is Oregano Desert. You enter it, and you can already tell what it’s about. The music has the famous whistle instrument of western music, and the background is full of pizzas. Tribal piles of sentient cheese dance around totems for rain dances, and caricatures of Colonel Sanders in massive Cowboy hats dot the landscape. However, the desert isn’t real. One of the backgrounds shows a spotlight, shining down. None of the levels are outside, sans the final boss’ fight. All of them are in the tower, all simulated environments. However, even in environments can be environments. A UFO lies in the middle of the sands, crashed. Pillar John resides within.

Fun Farm is the other important level. It’s the calmest level, the music being more atmospheric than anything. A lush, green field awaits you. Cows stand, stacked atop one another. A UFO kidnaps a cow in the background. While walking through, a face from time long since passed will greet you in this level. Jumping from a well, Mort the Chicken from his own Playstation game, Mort the Chicken, will land upon your head. Mort is a… helpful(?) addition to the level, as he lets you move through easier. Oddly enough, this is one of the few places with a lore reason. Fun Farm was run by John E. Cheese, the grandfather of the boss of the Western District. Now, that boss owns this place. However, Peppino accidentally burns it down on his way out.

The boss of Layer 2 is The Vigilante. A cheese slime wearing a cowboy hat and wielding a revolver. He is an honorable duelist, though, and gives you a free gun. If you avoid it, he looks at the camera, as he has no time for shenanigans. His fight is chaotic. Vigilante will fire cheese bullets at you, throw dynamite, and even use an Uzi to rattle you to bits. But, hold through, you will see the most beautiful second phase ever. The world will be wreathed in shadow, the background your only way to see. The battle ends in a quick draw duel, ending in a glorious fashion, and moving into Layer 3. Vacation Resort.

The only level of note is GOLF. That’s right, GOLF. There’s a golfing minigame in this game. GOLF is a bizarre level concept. You’re thrown into a restaurant, and from there, you smack a ball of cheese through hoops in an attempt to get the lowest possible score. Known as a Primo Burg. Your enemies will be fellow golfers, demons, and pitchers. The music has the right amount of kick for a golfing mini-game. Fun fact, this level was a spoof for DOOM, the golf demon being clearly a Pinky demon from DOOM.

So, with not much on the GOLF, or Vacation Resort in general, let’s go to the boss. The Noise. The boss is a chaotic mess, taking the chaos of the Noid from old Domino’s commercials with the zaniness of the 90s, topped off with an MTV spin-off in the NTV cameras following him. Noise drops bombs, rides a pogo stick, and rides a skateboard. Furthermore, a Hot Air Balloon waits in the background, suddenly blowing towards you in Phase 2. The battle ends with Noise taking out a Minigun before being dragged off-screen by his girlfriend, Noisette.

Floor 4 is Slum, an industrial utopia. EVERY LEVEL IS UNIQUE. I cannot talk about them in their own lines, so I’ll do all here. The Pig City has the best music, and gives off the grimy vibe of a city. Corrupt pig cops cuff you around every corner, gangster pizzas slide around, and shrimp will try to shank you. Oh Shit! is the sewer level, and it’s gross-out to the nth degree. Blocks of feces help progression, and the whole level IS a sewer. Peppibot Factory pulls off its theme well, with the vibe of Kirby 64 in each note. The last level, Refrigerator-Refrigerador-Freezerator, is the most interesting in that it combines everything above. Music gives off major icy vibes, the landscape is a cold wasteland, and the last pick-up you get is even spicy to counterbalance it!

So, for the best world, there needs to be a good boss. Well, Boss 4 is the best. Fake. Peppino. Every good late 90s-early 2000s game had a faker. Sonic has Shadow, Link has Dark Link, Mario has Wario. Peppino’s worst foe is a clone of himself, whose music is even a warped form of the Pizza Time music. Fake Peppino can do everything normal Peppino can, but weirder, and with clones to boot. The background begins as Peppino’s Pizza 2, a clone of the original, supposedly better than the original. “Nothing Compares!” cries the cut-out on the wall. However, in Phase 2, hell breaks loose. Limbs break from the walls, the cut-out turns to gibberish, and the sign denoting it Peppino’s Pizza 2 begins recurring the name. Peppino. If this wasn’t enough, the final act of the fight has Fake Peppino morphed into a monstrosity, chasing you down through the darkened pipeways of the condemned building.

World 5 has the same issue as World 4, but to a lesser extent. Only 3 real levels, one of which I’ll skip over, but still the other 80% is talked about. But, I’ll split it up. This is Staff Only.

Don’t Make A Sound is a unique level. It’s a spoof of Five Nights at Freddy’s, with the REAL enemy being five animatronics based on the Toppins you’ve rescued all this time. There’s only four until the end, however, where a teleporting fifth one enters the fray. This mirrors FNAF, where there’s only four, with the fifth one being a teleporting menace. All four have unique attributes, too. Well, not Mushroom and Sausage, they follow the same thing. Cheese will jump onto the ceiling, and Tomato just plain floats at you. However, it’s still a dangerous level, full of panic due to being chased by the monsters. The music gets intense as they chase after Peppino, a voice laughing in the background. Until you get the Shotgun. That’s right, you get to go on a tear with a gun.

After DMAS is WAR! The only level with a time limit without a Pillar John to initiate Pizza Time. You get a Shotgun again, and have to run to the end gate while keeping the time from going too low. The level is chaotic, the music going from a Platformer to a Hotline Miami-esque murder spree soundtrack. It culminates with the seconds ticking down one by one, until you just barely miss the last one through the exit door.

The last boss is Pizza Face. You reach the apex of the tower, the skies a crimson red. Peppino’s Pizza looms in the background, reminding you of why you did this as the fight begins. As Pizza spits out enemies, you throw them up at him for a stun, punching him until you hit Phase 2. The music gives off the urgency of this, as he plans to destroy your way of life. Like hell you’re letting that happen. One by one, his Hit Points go away, until eventually, he opens up, to reveal a familiar face from cut-outs. Pizzahead comes from the machine, the music becoming way more chaotic in a zany way. Televisions of Pizzahead begin floating by in the background, swirls of purple in the sky. However, still Peppino’s Pizza remains. So, you fight on, knowing your goal. Each hit is satisfying, watching his smug grin be turned inside out. Eventually, you will reduce him to zero. He’ll fall over, before getting back up. Pizzahead reaches back down, pulling up the old bosses. Peppino, however, is DONE. It begins raining as he lets out an enraged scream, rushing Pepperman and unleashing a combo of devastating proportions on him. The music in this area is littered with almost every level’s leitmotifs, and with each boss down, Peppino’s anger mounts. The cinematics of this fight get to you, and you can FEEL each satisfying crunch of bone as Peppino lets his full rage loose. Each enemy stomped, each throw, each grab, each wall destroyed, all led to this. As you grind through Pepperman, Vigilante, Noise, and your own shadow, you reach Pizzahead. He doesn’t truly fight, taking this as a game, letting you get free hits. You finish the boss by taking him into the heavens, on a beatdown delivered hot and ready by the greatest pizza maker there ever was. The last blow is a piledriver, sending his head INTO the tower.

The tower shakes under Pizzahead’s defeat. Peppino’s shatters the last Pillar John, and the tower begins falling apart. So, you begin the TRUE last stage. Level 25, The Crumbling Tower of Pizza. You begin rushing to get out, grabbing every foe and friend along the way. Everything comes back, every foe trying to stop your descent. Everything follows you, the Pizza Time leitmotif coming back one more time to help your motivation on the way down. One by one, blocks crack, enemies fall, and eventually, you make it to the end, friends intact. The last level over, you celebrate your victory. Everything you’ve done up to that point was worth it.

Or was it? There’s two endings. If you’ve been paying attention in levels, you’d find Tower Secret Treasures. These help you obtain the secret ending. By finding Gerome, a Janitor of the tower, and having him unlock doors for you, grabbing all 19 treasures from the former levels, you unlock the secret ending. Peppino will lose the treasures, reviving John in a new state, living once more as a real man instead of a cracked pillar. Pillar John will send Pizzahead blasting off into the stratosphere with a hearty uppercut.

Finally, the game over, you can relax. Or can you? There’s so much to do. Achievements, P-Ranks, and so much more. Can you find the Mort Cube? Or Grandpa? Or even Noisette’s Cafe, deep in the tower? Really, the game never truly ends, instead, you can go on forever. Collect all the clothes, beat every mission, don’t kill Snotty upon first entering Slum! That secret ending is hard, too, so why not try to get it in general? Indeed, there’s a lot to do. Plus, Pizza Tower doesn’t end with the Tower. There’s also fangames, too. Like, say, Sugary Spire.

[whetstonefires]

9) Wei Wuxian cheats blatantly at a children's game against actual children. Lan Wangji backs him up. Candy is eaten. Pleasure shopping is done. Wei Wuxian critiques a soup, figures out Lan Wangji is plotting to make it for him better, laughs at the idea of Lans in general and Lan Wangji in particular cooking anything that tastes good, then when Lan Wangji won't comment on whether he did mean to reverses course and promises he'd eat a burnt pan if Lan Wangji made it for him.

- Turns out Lan Wangji already cooked him delicious Hunan-style food and let him think it was take-out! Wei Wuxian is speechless. His sincere flattery moves Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian confesses to having burnt a pot and been banned from cooking. - Wei Wuxian grandstands absurdly at a carnival game; wins Lan Wangji a dorky porcelain tortoise. Requests and receives an ugly stuffed donkey. Lan Wangji 'wins' Wei Wuxian and only Wei Wuxian knows it's on purpose, and they steal the game owner's hoop. They conspire to troll the Cloud Recesses via interior decorating. - Date on a blooming lotus lake, reminiscing about having wanted to take Lan Wangji to get hit with a stick for stealing from the old man in the previous extra, as retribution for the beating he got from the Gusu Lan, then (after the boat flips) admits he really just wanted Lan Wangji there to 'play.' Asks Lan Wangji to admit that he didn't really dislike him back then. - Is invited to see if Lan Wangji would ever reject him again.

So I make it, of the 9 separate storylines in the extras, only the last two concern the subject in question. Wei Wuxian confesses that he wanted Lan Wangji to come visit him simply because he liked him, and is even now insecure about whether Lan Wangji liked him back at that age.

Nobody in the Yunmeng chapter suggests Wei Wuxian has made a habit of talking about Lan Wangji or the idea of his visiting; Jiang Yanli actively leads us to believe he has not mentioned him at all, although it must have been months already.

Lan Wangji's ongoing preoccupation is established, but for Wei Wuxian all we actually get is that he liked Lan Wangji, wanted to see him for his own sake, and brought him up at least twice.

My feeling about his fronting at this point is that it's much less that he's avoiding confronting his own attraction and more that he agreed with Jiang Cheng that he was disliked, and it upset him, because he liked Lan Wangji a good deal. I don't get the impression he was intensely hung up on Lan Wangji yet or that he was particularly likely to pepper Lan Wangji's name through all his conversations.

I disagree with the textual analysis that says Wei Wuxian would definitely be unable to date and talk about Lan Wangji to his dates and just generally be very definitely blatantly in love without noticing it.

I think you can read him that way, if you want, but I think it's a bit of a stretch, I don't think it's a very interesting character reading, and I definitely don't agree that it's Absolute Canon that people are carelessly disregarding. And I think this is a rather unfair sweeping judgment to cast on everyone else's interpretation of the novel.

Meanwhile, I reviewed the chapter 45 flashback, and Wei Wuxian does in fact see Lan Wangji in the wrong outfit after a year and go: Wow that boy is so pretty it really brightens my day. Who is that? Oh! It's Lan Wangji lol!

The narration then states that when he first got back from Gusu he told everyone all about it, especially how annoying Lan Wangji was, and then very quickly forgotten all about it and got back to his normal life in Yunmeng. Then it says that Lan Wangji's beauty is why Wei Wuxian didn't recognize him at first, along with his being in the wrong outfit.

So like. There's a lot there! Obviously Wei Wuxian is into Lan Wangji, and likes him, and wants to be liked! I just don't see that there's a strong basis for the assertion of constant preoccupation.

Weaponizing canon against other people's fic on a point like this is kind of mean even when your citations are unimpeachably correct, and given how many people are in this fandom with limited access to the text this kind of declaration is often taken seriously, so I felt I should say something.

There's space for my translation to be flawed ofc, it's the old unofficial one because I don't have $100 for danmei, but I don't think it's possible it's that bad. What does your version say? Are there more extras I don't know about?

drives me crazy when the mdzs fandom still doesn’t understand wwx is just as obsessed with lwj as lwj was with him. dare i say moreso. how am i STILL coming across fics/meta where wwx is dating people after having met lwj. any attempted relationship would end after 2 hours cause he’s incapable of going 15 minutes without talking or thinking about lwj. even if he actually tried going on a date it would be like. he’d sit down sigh and his date would ask what he was thinking about and he’d say i invited lan zhan here last week but he rejected me :(((((( and i was so sincere :((((( and then they order food he’d start smiling to himself and they’d be like what’s up and he’d be like “ahahaha i’m imagining trying to get lan zhan to eat this dish!!” they walk around outside and he grabs a cute little trinket from a market stall and the date is like oh :)) and wwx would be like this is so silly and cute i’m gonna hide it in lan zhan’s bag and see his reaction. pre meeting lwj maybe there is a slim chance but after he sees that :| face it’s over for anyone else

[ventismacchiato]

GENSHIN BOYS AS YOUR CUTE NEIGHBORS

scaramouche, venti, chongyun, albedo x g!neutral reader

SCARAMOUCHE scared the shit out of you. you weren’t trying to be judgmental, but he always held a scowl on his face and didn’t look very...approachable. he did look very attractive though, always wearing entirely all black and dark purple coordinated outfits, even in the scorching sun. you admired the dedication to the drip. you hadn’t gotten to chat with him ever since moving in, and you didn’t think you ever would. up until one evening where he parked his car in his driveway beside yours and just stood there, watching you tend to your garden. you could feel his eyes burning the side of head, so you turned to see him scoffing at what was before you, which was your baby blueberry bush. you rose your eyebrows at him before he made his way towards you, squatting down beside you. the all of a sudden close proximity made you almost fall face first into the bush, but you composed yourself once you noticed he was talking to you. “—the soil you’re using isn’t the right density, it’s too heavy for the blueberries. you need to use a lighter one for it to grow properly, tch did you even do research. wait here.” he rose up again and made his way back to his garage, coming out lugging a large back of soil and plopping it beside you. you couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge in muscles as he took the shovel from your hands and sliced over the bag, scooping out a bit. “see how it’s not like heavy clay? it’ll drain water well too.” he placed the shovel before standing up again. “you better repay me with berries once they grow.” he was about to make his way back when you realized you hadn’t said a single word during the exchange. “i uhm, thank you?...sorry i didn’t get your name? i just moved here.” he eyed you curiously, “scaramouche,,, you?” you wanted to taste the name on your tongue but stopped yourself, “y/n, thank you again!” he nodded before making his way back inside, garage door falling shut behind him. soon, and at least every other day, scara would come out when you were gardening and watch behind you, critiquing anything you were doing wrong and not up to his standards. he even led you to the back of his place to show you his garden, and even let you take some of his vegetables with you. you invited him inside and you made something with the food from his garden. and just like he requested, at the end of summer you gathered berries into a basket and brought it to his home. the fruits as ripe and sweet as your blossoming romance. 

VENTI loved to make his presence known as he’s skipping to his mailbox every morning, a little tune on his lips as he thumbs through his mail. it wasn’t long before he strikes up conversation with you, the both of you didn’t start talking until he bounced beside you during a walk, and made a comment about how pretty your hair was, and making a little jingle about how cute he found you. you were shocked at how extroverted he seemed, inviting himself on your walk and stopping to point of any pretty scenery in the neighborhood. maybe it was the heat of the summer sun, but your cheeks were dusted pink for the rest of the walk. after that it turned into a normal occurrence, just after lunch you would go out for a stroll to see venti coincidentally waiting by his mailbox and skipping over to you, immediately going on about his day or pointing out your new shoes. and soon daily walks turned into him coming over for lunch, (he honestly couldn’t cook for shit,) to him staying the night and singing you to sleep. you found your relationship with venti as easygoing as the wind, he just blew into your life like he was always meant to be there, like there was an empty spot at the table that was your heart and it was finally full. his presence never failed to make your heart skip a beat, your summer was full of songs and shared meals. of him doing your hair as you sat on his porch, or to late night sessions of him coming over with a bottle of hair dye asking you to help him. the transition of friends to lovers was almost too easy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

CHONGYUN and you met one scalding summer evening, where you were burning inside and inside your house. but as if the archons were watching over you you heard the familiar jingle of a truck driving down your street. you were saved!! you ran to it and we’re about to point to the blue cotton candy treat before patting your pockets and realizing you had left your wallet at home. you said a hasty apology before turning to go back inside when the boy behind the counter stopped you. he held out the popsicle and gave you a shy smile, you couldn’t help but notice how the treat matched his hair. “on the house!” you grinned and thanked him profusely, apologizing for the inconvenience before running back to your home with red tinted cheeks. since then you found yourself keeping an ear out for the familiar tune that summer, and for a blue haired head to pop out the truck window and greet you. since then you carried your wallet with you as you took walks and bike rides, but everytime the boy — chongyun you had come to learn — would wave a dismissive hand and give it to you for free. since then you found yourself being the last one in line to get more time to talk to him, and when the summer weather came to an end it was a surprise for both of you to see him a couple doors over, munching on a familiar treat. he let out a shy smile and invited you over, a pleased smile adorning your face at not realizing he lived so close. maybe it wasn’t just a budding summer romance?

ALBEDO was almost always staring at you if you both were outside, which you would think was creepy if he didn’t blush and turn away every time you made eye contact with him. his pale face wasn’t helping in hiding the red dusted across his cheeks. when he wasn’t staring at you, or playing with a young girl who visited from time to time, who you assumed was his sister (which was adorable, a guy good with kids? fuck yeah) he was drawing outside his house. he almost always had some easel set up and paint pallet in hand as he drew the world around him. you didn’t know how many times one could paint the same sunset but you found it charming. turns out he was actually painting you! he was a socially awkward bean and you watched him from your window as he walked up to your mailbox, shoved inside some large envelope, and speed walked back into his own home. you go out later to find a pretty watercolor portrait of you tending to your garden and take it inside, thinking of a way to pay him back. the next day you find a sheepish albedo on your porch apologizing for being creepy and leaving drawings in your mailbox, you dismissed his apology and told him how flattered you were. soon after he asked if you would be okay modeling for him time to time. he was minoring in art and needed a human model, since none of his friends would sit for that long. he invited you into his home, which had a welcoming aroma to it. the walls stuffed with books, and every inch of wall had something tacked onto it, whether it be a map or diagram of some sort. he led you to a couch and let you choose a book, telling you to just sit back as he did his study. and if he took longer then usual to steal some stares at you, that was between himself and you.

a/n: this was just a little brain dump tbh, i hope it satisfied though!! i might do this with other characters as well and tbh i didn’t know what to do for scaramouche then was just like let me make him the gordan ramsey of gardening sjsjsk, idk why the formatting was so wonky with this one but i still hope u enjoyed!

[havin-a-wee]

If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”