#this is a real felt cute might delete later type of beat

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First ink pass if anybody is curious about process

[foenixs]

Skz reaction to accidentally seeing a sext from one of their members s/o

note: this was inspired by one of @lavenderbexlatte 's posts

includes- sub!Stray Kids, dom!f!reader, strap on, pegging, lingerie, pet names

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Bang Chan

He had only wanted to get back at Felix for the many times he stole his phone when unfortunate timing made a picture of you in a sexy lingerie piece pop up on screen.

Y/N: Don’t forget about me while you’re practicing 😉

He quickly shuts off the phone, handing it back to Felix and apologizing for having taken it. He tries to forget about the photo, watching porn and jerking off in the shower, but your body always comes back on his mind. He cums into his hand, moaning your name, quickly turning the power of the shower hose up to drown out the sounds.

He couldn’t look you in the eye for a month after the incident, worried he would undress you with his eyes.

Felix finally confronts him about his weird behaviour, since he used to be very good friends with you.

“Yeah, she can have that affect on you.”, Felix laughs when Chan admits to what had happened and how the image didn’t want to leave his head, “maybe you should join us sometime so you can see how much more beautiful she is in real life.”

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Minho

Jisung’s phone kept buzzing while Minho was trying to sleep, he tried to call for Sung to turn off his damn phone but to no effect. Getting up to take matters into his own hands, he picks up the phone to see who was texting him at such an early hour.

Noona: *dick pic*

Noona: How about this one?

Opening the quick answer function, he starts to type “you guys are weird…” when a thought comes to his mind. He deletes what he wrote, shutting the phone off like he was planning to, before taking out his own device. He searches for that secret picture he took last week, pressing send in your chat with a smirk across his face.

Minho: How about this one?

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Changbin

Hyunjin was practicing a new choreo and had asked Chang to record him with his phone when a message popped up at the top of the screen. He tried to brush the pop-up window away but accidently opened the message instead.

He was greeted by a video clip of you stroking what looked like a silicone dick, strapped to your body. He was so enthralled by the visual, trying to figure out what you were grabbing onto, that he didn’t notice Hyunjin finishing the dance and walking towards him to take back his phone.

As soon as Hyunjin’s eyes fell upon the screen his face turned beat red, slapping the phone out of his hyung’s hand.

“What is that?”, Changbin’s genuine confusion was too cute, making Hyunjin proud that he seemed to be more mature than his hyung.

“Oh, just my dinner”, he winks.

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Hyunjin

Never in a million years did he expect to see his hyung get fucked.

It was a simple mistake, he had taken the wrong phone home after a concert, but by the time he realised what he had done it was already too late.

He had saved his finger recognition in Minho’s phone before, more as a joke, but now that he had easily opened the phone, looking at the recent messages to see a video of Minho bent over a bed, getting fucked by his girlfriend, the reality hit him like a truck.

There was no way he could explain to Minho what had happened without getting his head chopped off, so he decided to lie.

“I accidentally took your phone instead of mine, but I realised my mistake instantly and came here to give it back to you.”

His arms were shaking as he handed back the phone, making Minho raise an eyebrow but he just quickly ran away, trying to delete the mental image as best as he could. But Minho wasn’t the only one that would remember the ‘Memories of last night’.

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Jisung

Mommy: How’s my Babyboy doing? If you come home for dinner, I’ll let you eat me for dessert.

The messages flickered on the screen, Jeongin’s phone resting on the table during one of their lives. Jisung quickly takes the phone, putting it in the maknaes Hoodie pocket so the viewers wouldn’t get the shock of their life’s. 

He couldn’t say he was surprised; he had once walked in on Jeongin masturbating in the shower, moaning out your title. If anything, he was a little jealous.

“You need to be more careful where you place your phone”, was all he said he to Jeongin after the live, trying to suppress a laugh as the maknae’s eyes shot wide open when he saw his recent messages.

“You- did you-…”

“Did I see your girlfriend sexting you? Nah, but you might want to hurry home 😉”

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Felix

He had asked Chan for sex advice before, not wanting to mess up his first time, so he knew that his hyung wasn’t an innocent angel. But what he was greeted with on Chan’s screen when he stole his phone was different from anything they had ever talked about.

The older boy was tied to the bed, his legs pushed to his chest as his girlfriend was gliding a toy into him.

Felix could feel himself getting hard at the mere sight, one hand coming down to his ass to duplicate the feeling his hyung must’ve felt. He kept pressing play on the short video, needing to see it again and again.

He felt disgusted with himself that he was doing something so naughty and all behind his hyung’s back, but he couldn’t help the growing desire to be put in Chan’s place.

After handing back the phone, he patiently waited in the living room until Chan’s girlfriend came over later that day. Counting down in his head he made his way over to Chan’s room, bursting in in hopes of catching them in the middle of the act.

And so, a long night had begun.

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Seungmin

He dropped Changbin’s phone as quickly as he had picked it up, hands shooting up to his face to cover his blushing cheeks.

As Changbin walks back out of the bathroom, drying his hands against his jeans, he notices the curled-up figure that was hiding it’s face in shame.

“Uhm, Is everything okay Seungmin?”

But the younger boy quickly shakes his head, turning so it looked like he was getting swallowed by the couch.

A loud sigh makes Seungmin shiver in fear.

“Did you steal my phone again?”

Changbin had seen the seductive picture you had sent, putting together the puzzle’s pieces on why his usually chipper bandmate suddenly felt shy in front of him.

“At least you learned your lesson…” and with that he turned and left the room.

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Jeongin

Jealousy was the only thing that tainted his mind as your messages popped up on Seungmin’s screen. He had stolen the older boy’s phone to set a quirky selfie of himself as the background, when curiosity made him the messenger app.

Just a quick look, was what he had promised himself, but your seductive messages glued his eyes to the screen, unable to finish his original task.

Y/N: Is you tail still in place? You must’ve been blushing so hard during practice, having the tiny toy stretch you out in front of your unsuspecting bandmates.

Staring at Seungmin’s ass for the rest of the day his mouth was watering with drool, why couldn’t he be someone’s good puppy?!

Y/N: Be a good puppy and send me a picture of your pretty tail.

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[physicalturian]

[18+] Words of pleasure - Law x F!Reader - Part 2

[No spoilers] [Modern AU - College AU] [She/her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] Words : 5016 Archive of our own

Warning : Consensual BDSM / Power play / Dom/sub Dynamics / Cybersex / Stranger / Flirting … If you feel like I should add more warnings, send me a dm or and ask

-- Part 1 -

The heat of two bodies against one another. Skin upon skin, fingers grazing tenderly. Hands gripping suddenly, forcefully yet securely. I am holding onto dear life on his broad shoulders. My nails digging inside the skin. It makes him grunt in pleasure. I can’t hear it over my own sound of pleasure. My head lolls back, my neck is being attacked. Bites, kisses and words against it. My entire body is aflame. I’m now holding onto the bed head. I’m not surrounded by darkness anymore.

 The landscape has changed, I’m not on my bed. It’s a hospital bed. No one is around, someone is on top of me, I can’t see their face. But it feels good. Hot breath against my skin, soft hands on my hips. The increasing pressure inside-

“Hey wake up! If you want to ride with me to campus, you better get your ass out of bed.” I was startled awake by one of my roommates who seemed on edge. From what my brain understood, I was late and from the look on her face, she was pissed.

 Squinting my eyes at the sudden light from her brusque action of opening the curtains, I groaned. Her heels hitting the floor made my ears ring, it was too much too quickly but I wasn’t going to say anything. The ginger girl was stopped dead in her track by a hand on her shoulder, a softer voice spoke, “Come on Nami, look at her. Clearly, she went to sleep late again, give her some time to clear her head.” Robin said a lot calmer. With a small smile, she gave me a nod and pushed Nami out of the room.

 “You have ten minutes at best, hurry up. She has plans today.”

“And I am hungry, could you make me a sandwich while I get dressed Robin?” I asked with the softest pleading eyes I could manage at this hour. She smiled knowingly in return and nodded, but did not leave until she added, “It’s the last time you leave crumbs on the counter from your midnight snacks.”

 With wide eyes, I grimaced and nodded. It made her chuckle as she closed the door behind herself and left without a word.

 The moment I was left alone, I remembered the dream I was having and hurriedly got out of bed. “Nasty brain, naughty.” I mumbled while undressing. Sure, erotic dreams weren’t bad, but the fact that I had dreamt about that stranger was something entirely new. Maybe it was to be expected if we interacted more like we did last night, if we had more sessions like last night’s one. Damn, am I that needy for a good fuck? Is this what I’ve become? I thought with a huff.

 Once I was dressed, I grabbed my phone and all that I needed for class before leaving the room. On my way out I saw the notification that had popped on my screen, a message from the doctor but it was one from last night.

 HandSurgeon: I’ll allow you to call me doc, just because my username is not very adequate when shortened. But watch it.

 Looking at it I laughed and wrote back, albeit later than when he had sent his message.

 Edelweiss: Good morning to you too, doc. Hope you were able to catch some z’s, because of you I almost missed my class.

Edelweiss: kidding, it’s entire my fault but I want to blame it on you for the fun.

 I shoved my phone in my pocket when I heard my two friends’ voices, telling me I needed to hurry and hurry I did. I grabbed the sandwich Robin handed me and thanked her with all my heart, telling her I’d make the food tonight but she told me she’d rather not die of food poisoning at a young age.

 “Come on, I can make some things! We’ll order in, then?” I said, leaning on the counter with a grin as I took a bite of the food.

“Careful, Nami has invited her best friend tonight. He’s constantly famished, and eats a large amount of food so I’ll take you up on that offer another day. Now off you go, Nami’s waiting in her car.”

 Giving her a thumbs up I leaned off the counter and pondered, “So Nami’s cooking tonight? I see why she’s stressed out now. Anyone else coming by?” I asked quickly. Robin chuckled elegantly, her back leaning against the counter, in front of me, with her arms crossed over her chest. “He might bring one of his friends, but it all depends on his schedule. Nothing definitive yes. Now off you go!” She shooed me, smiling. Most of her classes were in the evening, and yet she woke up that early every day.

 It was also fascinating how, even when in her pajamas she looked so dignified.

 Without losing any more time, I waved her goodbye and rushed down all the flight of stairs to jump into Nami’s car. “Good morning-“ I closed my mouth when she gestured for me to shut up, pointing at her ear and at the board. Looking at the screen, she was on a call with someone but started the car without another word. I could only hear her replies, but tried not to eavesdrop. To stop myself from falling asleep, I took my phone once more and saw a message from HandSurgeon.

 I hated how it sent excitement coursing through my body. Was I remembering the thrill of last night or was I that interested in talking to him? I did not ponder the question longer and opened the app.

 HandSurgeon: Good morning Edelweiss. Are you feeling good? Physically.

HandSurgeon: We’ve barely done anything. But don’t worry, you’ll blame me later when we’ll have more fun.

Edelweiss: I’m great, a bit sore but that’s on me.

Edelweiss: don’t threaten me with a good time 😩, you can’t start the horny talk this early in the morning. How do you expect me to focus during my classes?

HandSurgeon: Haha, I’ll stop. Do you have time to talk?

Edelweiss: ominous much? But yes, I do have time to talk. Something on your mind?

 A knot formed in my stomach, I started to worry he’d say we couldn’t keep doing this. Would it be that bad? We’d known each other for so little time, it’s not like I couldn’t find someone else to fuck.

 I huffed at my own thought, I could find someone else but did they have HandSurgeon’s charisma? Unfortunately, no, I was bound to be horny for a strong doctor that I did not even know the face of.

 HandSurgeon: I got a bit too excited last night, I forgot to mention the most important info.

HandSurgeon: Those being: we can stop whenever you’d like. We can try whatever you feel comfortable trying. If you said you were ready to do something, but in the end feel like you can’t do it: tell me. You can change your mind, it works the other way around, too. You can say you want to try something even though you were against it at first.

HandSurgeon: I won’t always be up to… play but I will be willing to help you if you ask nicely. And if I’m awake.

HandSurgeon: Finally, always call me sir, during our sessions.

 I hid the relief I fell in real life, when I read all his messages. I did not want Nami to ask me what was wrong, nor who I was texting, but it was hard to hide the satisfied smile on my lips. Pursing my lips, I thought of what to answer without looking too desperate.

 Even with the thought put into it, I read my message over a few times and desperation dripped out of it.

 Edelweiss: you scared me, I thought you were going to just disappear or something. I’m good with all of this. If I can add one, be honest with me? Like, uh…

Edelweiss: If I’m being too pushy, but you’re busy, tell me, I’ll calm down haha.

Edelweiss: So… I agree to the terms, sir.

 I saw him type, then stop. Then type again, before stopping again. Had I said something bad? I was going to put my phone away when he replied.

 HandSurgeon: Good girl.

HandSurgeon: Now, I won’t be able to play tonight, but I’ll be free to text if you’d like.

HandSurgeon: It’ll give you time to rest, that way we’ll fuck you good once you’re feeling better.

 I choked on my saliva. Why was he this casual saying things like this?

 Edelweiss: I-

Edelweiss: I said don’t get me horny, the audacity you have to be that good with your words.

Edelweiss: I’ll be busy tonight too, but I’ll text you if it gets a bit boring.

Edelweiss: Also, are you not like… cutting people open or something? Why would you be awake this early with how late you went to sleep?

HandSurgeon: It’s cute how easy it is to get you flustered. Very interesting too. But I’ll stop for now.

HandSurgeon: Since you’re curious, I’m in bed. I have to meet with my intern in an hour, he’s very eager to learn.

HandSurgeon: Just like you, but maybe I find one more satisfying than the other 😉

 Staring at the screen, I hesitated and felt my cheeks heat up. I wanted to be horny and ask him for a picture, or be funny and ask him for a picture. Both could work together, but should I flirt or ask in the most stupid way possible? I was curious if he’d be willing to send anything, I’m sure it’d make my day if he did send me a picture but I did not want him to force him either. You can’t force a dom to do shit, idiot, my common sense told me.

 Edelweiss: send pic or fake.

HandSurgeon: Of my intern?

 Good fucking lord, I’m an idiot. I typed back quickly, trying to fix my stupidity.

 Edelweiss: of you in bed.

Edelweiss: maybe I’m asking for a nude? 🤔

HandSurgeon: Are you, now? What sparked that need? Do tell me. I’ll consider.

Edelweiss: I’m curious, and I wonder if you sleep dressed or not 😳

 Hit and run. That’s all I could call what I had done. I dropped that message then locked my screen and stared straight ahead, regretting sending it. I couldn’t delete it since he had probably seen in, considering we were both online at the same time. We were both staring at the conversation, craving for more, awaiting the other’s reply to weight our own answer in return.

 Covering my mouth with my hand, I rested my elbow on the small space by the window and felt my heart beat faster. I shouldn’t feel like that, I had literally fucked myself to his guidance hours ago. And yet, there was this stressed from asking him nudes. I mean, I hadn’t asked a dick pic per say… If he slept in pajamas it clearly wouldn’t be a nude, so…

 My phone vibrated in my hand, I looked down so quickly my head slipped off my hand and hit the window with a thud. “Are you good? You look nervous, do you have a final today or…” I heard Nami ask. She threw me a side glance but kept her gaze focused on the road.

 I was so focused on my own conversation; I had not realized she was done with her call. Had she been watching all of my reaction since then? No… no, probably not.

“I’m good, just need a bit of sugar.” I paused and continued casually, “Robin told me Luffy’s inviting someone tonight? Are you cooking or are you planning on ordering? They better pay their own shit, if we order in.” I grumbled, hoping to make her drop the subject.

 I needed to stay focus on what she was saying but my brain was drifting to the pending message on Discord. Fortunately, my distraction worked and she replied, “If he’s coming, I’ll make him pay the entire orders.” She scoffed as she pulled up into the parking, her eyes still focused in front of her. “He owes me, and since it’s last minute, I’ll use that against him to not pay my food.” She added. I laughed at her logic, was it really last minute if she knew he was coming since this morning? Shaking my head, I unlocked my phone and opened the text.

 HandSurgeon: [sent an attachment]

 While I masked my reaction, my eyes sure widened for the span of a second. On that very screen was a picture of the doctor, or more precisely, his crotch covered with just a thin blanket covering it. I could see the shape of his cock, and it made it more sinful than a full dick pic. The v shape of his lower stomach, along with the happy trail, made the whole thing hotter than it was supposed to be. Is this for fucking real? Thinking for a second it might be a catfish, I finally looked at the rest of the pic and saw a badly torn piece of paper with the word ‘Edelweiss’ scribbled badly on it.

 “Damn, who’s is this? Girl, you tapping that?” I quickly turned my phone face down and looked at Nami with what probably looked like guilt. “What? No. I’m on Twitter. I don’t have time to literally fuck around, too busy.” I stated, putting my hand on the door handle as I took hold of my bag.

 She was about to say something else, but we spoke at the same time and she let me talk. “What time do you finish? I’ll be done around 5 pm if you’re still there.” I stepped outside the car and slammed it shut, waiting for my ginger friend to join me.

“Around that time too, we’ll head right back home after. I think Luffy and his annoying friend will already be there. I’ll sent you the menu, so that you can pick from it.” She then hurried off when she saw one of her classmates waving her over.

 I let out a sigh and looked back at my phone, typing back while marching towards my class.

 Edelweiss: Are you kidding me? Dude…

HandSurgeon: I’d prefer you call me doc than dude. Although sir is the most appealing… But what’s wrong?

Edelweiss: You’re telling me, someone that hot is on weird websites when I’m sure anyone would want to fuck you. No offense, but you’re probably very hot, so why are you like… domming online? Instead of your own pretty little sub in real life? Not that I’m complaining! I like it.

HandSurgeon: Schedule is shit. And I’ve been told I’m bitter. But I’m glad you’re enjoying it, I’ll get dressed now. You focus on your class.

Edelweiss: Oh I am definitely enjoying it, a lot.

Edelweiss: by the way, I came to a realization this morning…

 Then we sent a message at the same time, I laughed nervously.

 HandSurgeon: So you think of me when you sleep? Very cute.

Edelweiss: my brain was slow last night, but like. Did you sext me while in your office?

Edelweiss: maybe I did think of you in my sleep, but I don’t think we need to talk about that, my question is definitely more important.

 I almost tripped over nothing, from looking at my phone instead of the path but I managed to make my way to class without a hitch. Throwing my bag over the desk, I sat down and waited for my professor. Checking Discord once more,

 HandSurgeon: I did. It’ll happen a lot too.

Edelweiss: damn that means no sexy live for you

 I replied without thinking. The loudest sigh escaped my lips, what even did I mean by that? Was I really considering giving him a show? What was I expecting from telling him that? I mean sure, if time goes on and I get more comfortable it could be fun…

 HandSurgeon: If that day comes, I’ll be sure to get my earphones. I’m sure you’d actually enjoy the thrill of showing yourself off. Knowing full well I’m watching, maybe with a hand in my pants, ordering you around. There will be a “sexy live”, if you’re comfortable enough… The fact that I’m in my office only adds to the charm. Wouldn’t you say?

 I blinked a few times, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard. I typed something then deleted it. I paused and typed again, before deleting it once more. Was he wrong? It was very exciting, just thinking about it. Even more so knowing he was willing to be in that situation, at his desk, looking at me getting off under his command. But also, even more knowing he’d be at his work place, where anyone could walk in on him being in such an embarrassing situation.

 HandSurgeon: It looks like you’re speechless. But do answer me, would you get off on knowing someone could walk in? Knowing we could get caught, knowing they could see you fucking yourself on screen just for me. Just to please me. They wouldn’t know it’s you, but you’d know. My good girl fucking herself, showing off her perfectly fuckable body just for me.

 I let my head fall back against the seat and took a deep breath. I felt suddenly self-conscious, even though I knew no one knew what was going on, on my screen. And yet, I had to look around to make sure before typing with a lot of hesitance. He hit the spot, I hated how right he was. But I replied in all honesty.

 Edelweiss: …

Edelweiss: yes…

Edelweiss: I’d like that…. sir…

Edelweiss: I need to focus on my class, but now I don’t know if I’ll be able since you just went off and made me very much distracted now.

HandSurgeon: My hand slipped.

Edelweiss: the  a u d a c i t y, then do tell me where it’ll slip next time 😉

Edelweiss: ok, no. that was bad. I’m trying, I’m not as good as you okay?

HandSurgeon: I think it’s a conversation best kept for late hours, wouldn’t you say?

HandSurgeon: I have to go. Focus on your class, or think of where you’d like my hands to go. The choice is yours, Edelweiss.

HandSurgeon: [send an attachment]

 There it was, another picture of him. This time it was his gloved hand gripping the fabric around his thigh tightly, the sleeve of his long shirt was slightly risen. I could catch a glimpse of the hair on his arm but focused on the length of his slender fingers. Of the way his fingertips were digging in his pants, of the lines his muscles drew on the back of his hand and maybe of, once again, the fact that he was sitting at his desk. Instead of replying, I took it in and locked my screen to try and focus on the class.

 I never thought I’d have a medical kink, but my thought would sometimes drift off, imagining him in his full surgeon outfit. Sitting on his chair, legs spread open while looking at me with a smirk. What it’d look like, I do not know, but I could only imagine the sultry gaze he could give me while in that position. He’d pat his thigh for me to come over and let me ride it- Shaking the thoughts away, I told myself to focus, and tried my best to keep up to that promise.

 The rest of the day, I kept my hands off my phone the best I could. I wanted to keep texting HandSurgeon and have some fun, tease him the way he was teasing me but I did not know how to push his buttons. Suddenly I realized I had never asked what were his kinks. By default, being in control must have been one of them, but I was curious as of what else he enjoyed. I made a mental note to ask him next time we talked, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, it all depended on tonight’s fun.

 Right, tonight… I don’t even know who’s the guy that’s coming over. Nami said that Luffy’s friend was annoying but maybe she was a bit biased since she was easily frustrated, which was ironic considering her best friend was the most tiring person ever. At some point during the day, she sent me a text with the name of the restaurant we were ordering at and told me to pick whatever I wanted.

 Seeing the prices, I had to make sure she had sent me the right restaurant and sent her a text asking if it was alright. Her reply was, “I told you he owed me, he said to choose whatever restaurant I wanted. And I did. He has the money, might as well use it.”

 I winced at her words and sent her my choice with a lot of reticence, adding, “If I get yelled that for picking something, even though I don’t know the guy, you’ll pay for my food.” She was quick to reply and told me it’ll be okay. “The dude might bitch and moan about it but he’ll eventually accept it” were her words. I don’t really know if it had helped or worsened my anxiety but I just let her do her thing and went on with the rest of my day without a hitch.

 I was able to focus on my classes and assignments after a while, when my brain finally decided to shove the whole HandSurgeon conversation in the back of my head.

 The day came to an end right on time. I had done my fair share of thinking for the day and needed a break. Knowing a nice warm meal was waiting for me at my apartment only made things ten times better. I rushed out of my last class with haste, almost bumping into other people and dropping my phone but I caught it before anything dramatic could happen.

 When I stepped outside, I was met with a drizzle and had to walk faster to Nami’s car. I was lucky to see she was already there, waiting inside of it with music playing loudly. She was trying to fix her hair the best she could, and gave up when it looked half-decent. A startled gasp escaped her lips when I opened the car door and slipped inside, greeting her, out of breath.

 “You scared me!” She gasped, a hand on her chest.

“Is it my fault? You’re on edge, not me.” I huffed, throwing my bag in the back of the car, making the ginger groan when she received a few droplets on her clothes. Apologizing, I buckled my seatbelt and we drove back home in a good mood. Food always lifted spirits, even more so after a draining day. On our way home, Nami started renting on how I will have to keep Luffy’s friend away from her because she couldn’t handle his attitude.

 I did not dare ask her what happened but listened carefully. She did not give me any useful information about him, only telling me he was “arrogant, annoying, he’s bitchy and way too cocky because of his job.” I winced and was expecting the worst, probably a business man that was too proud of making money or a politician. No, no… Luffy would never befriend people like that, right?

 All kind of ideas simmered in my head until we reached our apartment. I don’t know why, but I was going to knock. I quickly caught myself and unlocked the door, hanging my coat in the entrance as I took off my shoes. “Robin? Have they arrived yet-“ I was cut off when the excited black-haired man came rushing in and wrapped his arms around both Nami and I. She laughed and hugged him back, while I pushed him away, smiling softly. “Hello Luffy, let me get changed first? I smell like a wet dog.” I scoffed.

 He agreed and pulled Nami to the side, bringing her to the living room. I did not look their way and instead went back to my room to get changed. Maybe I could catch him before he went to his evening activity? I kind of wanted to have a bit of fun before going back to eat… But then again, did I have time? Humming pensively, I locked my door and stripped naked then pulled out my phone.

 Edelweiss: Good evening, can I suggest something? I want to make my evening more fun… maybe have something to look forward to this evening…

 I waited a moment, sitting on my desk chair completely naked. It was frisky and I felt well… naked. Was it too bold? Should I just delete the message and get dressed? I did not have time to ponder longer that the little dot next to his name turned green. He had answered.

 HandSurgeon: What do you suggest? I’m all ears.

Edelweiss: let’s say… I wanted to keep something inside me the entire evening… like an egg, you know those vibrating egg but like, not turned on because that’d be too much.

Edelweiss: here, this:

Edelweiss: [sent an attachment]

 I made sure we could see my lower body, the hand holding the toy was right above my thighs and I angled it so he could see most of it. When I sent the picture, I felt the pressure in my stomach grow, maybe he’d refuse and I was getting excited over nothing.

 HandSurgeon: I won’t be able to guide you, gorgeous.

HandSurgeon: But… I think it’s a great idea. Although, I need to be sure you’re not too sore to have some fun tonight.

Edelweiss: I’m good, I’m great. Don’t worry, I can definitely handle this. I mean, if you want to, sir.

HandSurgeon: The eagerness ever so present, you’re being very good asking for it. I would hate to punish you.

HandSurgeon: Let’s do it, if you think you can’t take it anymore send me a message and take it out.

HandSurgeon: But I’m sure a good girl like you could take it entire night, wouldn’t you agree?

 My answer was to send him a picture of the toy inside me, my free hand gripping my thigh while spreading them wider.

 Edelweiss: [sent an attachment]

HandSurgeon: Fuck. A warning next time. I’m not against more pictures, but let me remind you I’m not alone tonight.

HandSurgeon: Or is it what you’re looking for? You want to show off to me, but also to them? The odds of the people here looking at my phone are low, but they’re not null. That’s what gets you off.

 I was going to reply but he sent another message that sent something coursing straight between my legs. The throb I managed to numb after this morning’s talk came back without much efforts needed.

 HandSurgeon: Maybe to calm that eagerness, we should turn it on? Have you dripping wet for tonight? Would that help with how needy you’re feeling right now? You’d be surrounded by, let’s say your friends. But your thoughts would be nowhere near that, no.

HandSurgeon: You’ll be thinking of me. Of what I’d do to you tonight, looking forward to obey. To be on your knees, in your bed, expectant in front of your screen. Like a desperate girl, pleading for some relief.

 My hand slipped on my desk and grabbed the little remote, pressing it to turn the toy on. I let out a shaky breath at the sensation, spread my legs wider to try to press it deeper but finding my attempt fruitless.

 HandSurgeon: Get dressed, and go join your friends. I’ll be available to talk in a few.

HandSurgeon: But don’t get too greedy. If you think you’re getting close, you turn it off. I want you begging for an orgasm tonight. Are we good?

Edelweiss: Yes sir. More than good.

Edelweiss: Maybe… maybe I could call you, no video, to do it…

 He’ll ask for me to be precise. But I felt like my pride would take a hit if I wrote it down, did I want to beg? I gave it a thought while getting dressed in a fresh pair of clothes. Usually I wouldn’t want to beg, but it felt different here. Maybe I could use this moment to find out more about him, his tastes… his kink.

 HandSurgeon: “It”?

Edelweiss: Beg. You want me to beg, I am suggesting to do it on a call. That’s what you want right? You get off on being in a position of power but what else do you like?

HandSurgeon: I’ll have you begging, no matter what. That’s the fun, dear.

HandSurgeon: Now you’re curious about what I like? We’ll talk about it after tonight’s session, right now I have to go. Have fun, be good.

 I thought it was going to be child’s play. The vibrations weren’t that strong, and it’s not like there was going to be a lot of things that’d turn me on during a friend gathering. Right? Right. It’s what I thought until I joined everyone in the living room and there stood a definition of handsome. I don’t know what Nami said about him but I’m sure she never mentioned how hot he was.

Nami, Luffy and Robin were sitting on the ground by the low table. They were taking the boxes of food from the bags and giving them to everyone. What caught my eyes was the man sitting in the couch, almost lazily. He was looking at the three people with something close to boredom, his arms spread on the back of the couch.

 Suddenly I regret trying to make my evening more fun… Or did I? I’d have to see how the evening go to make an opinion on being in the company of such a beautiful man when I had my own hardship going.

[Part 3]

[hange-zone]

Hello! I really like this song called Heather by Conan Gray. Can I please request an eremin fic based on it and with a happy ending? (I'm not great with angsts.😂)

They’re under the bleachers – far away from anyone else, close together. Eren’s hands are soft in his. He’s holding them gingerly, as if he’s afraid that his fingers would leave a mark on the back of Armin’s palms, something that told the whole world they’d touched. His breath brushes Armin’s cheek. Their faces are inches from each other and he can’t bear to look Eren in the eyes. Instead, his gaze flickers to his lips – there’s a sheen to them where he’d licked them nervously, pink tongue going round and round and there were little droplets of sweat above his upper lip, a tiny beaded mustache. 

A single moment of wanting seizes him and before the fear kicks in, Armin leans forward clumsily and presses his lips against the other boy, who responds with an equal and opposite reaction.

He was thinking about that now. That moment where time slowed and the world shrank to immediate sensations – the salty wetness of Eren’s mouth, the softness of it all, the expanding satisfaction neat and pert in his heart – and he smiled quietly to himself, remembering the six seconds where nothing mattered anymore.

But it turned out the kiss probably didn’t mean anything at all. Eren was still the same as ever, friendly, yes, but there was something distant about him. They passed in hallways and Armin expected a sort of shared understanding about what had transpired that afternoon between best friends – a nod, a touch, something, but Eren hadn’t mentioned it and he himself had been too scared to ask. So there wasn’t anything at all. He thought about ships in the night and wondered if this were what it meant.

And the way Eren had acted after made him feel sick. How in the few days after the encounter he’d suddenly attached himself to Historia, been extra chatty as she passed them in the same corridors. And the same softness had descended on his features and he’d looked lost in a daydream after her small figure. Armin hated it even more, hated himself, actually, because in that moment he hated her, hated how sweet and lovely and unassuming she was, how she would hide her smile in an admittedly cute giggle and Eren would smile back and he could only think that Eren didn’t care about him in that way, he probably liked Historia and she liked him back and - 

And he hated knowing that maybe it wouldn’t ever work out anyway, that maybe that one time where they got too close was a mistake and he shouldn’t have even entertained the thought in the first place. They were better off as friends. Good guy friends, who maybe kissed that one time but it was water under the bridge, off the duck’s back. 

All this he told Mikasa after school, while they sat on the sidewalk and ate their rapidly melting ice creams. It had been four days since the incident and its dizzying spiral of consequences.

“Mm,” she said, in between licks. “Yeah, I noticed too. He’s been a bit weird lately. But I suspect it’s because he actually likes you back. He just hasn’t found a way to say it properly. So he’s overcompensating.”

“That’s dumb,” Armin said, taking a long taste of his ice cream and feeling the cool sweetness spread across his tongue. He thought about the pinkness of Eren’s mouth and sighed. “Though I guess it makes sense, in a way. But it’s also so incredibly dumb.”

Mikasa shrugged. “I know.”

She paused, thinking. Then, slowly, pragmatically, “Do you want me to tell him? I mean - what you’re thinking. It’ll save you both a lot of - ”

“No,” Armin said quickly, horrified. He thought about Mikasa accosting Eren, asking him in her usual solemn way, to act rationally and explicably about the kiss. It seemed absurd and not to mention intrusive to bring her directly into that moment between them. And then he thought about confronting Eren himself, gesturing to the space between them, and asking, desperately, what about this? That also seemed too much all at once. The thought of exposing his raw jealousy to Eren seemed terribly mortifying as well - to say, also, that he hated the other girl who was so small and cute and perfect? Who Eren had given his brown sweater to when it was raining and she’d looked miserable and cold? He made a face. 

Historia hadn’t even done anything objectionable. In fact half the boys at school had been too glad to offer their varsity jackets when she’d forgotten her umbrella and had to run out in the rain. She’d merely taken Eren’s because he was the closest and besides, friends did that all the time right? He’d lent Eren his blue cardigan a few weeks ago and he hadn’t seen it since. He wondered briefly if he should ask Mikasa to get it back from him. She was the only one who could make sense - or be bothered to parse through - the mess that was Eren’s bedroom. He sighed, and swallowed the rest of his strawberry cone in a big, sad bite as he looked at his reflection in the shop window. Though they were both small and slight, yellow-haired with large cerulean eyes, he was certain that he would never be as pretty or attractive as Historia. They were going for the exact same place in Eren’s heart, and she had won on all counts, depsite not even trying. She probably didn’t even know they were competing in the first place. She was also probably a better, kinder person whose insides didn’t twist up when she saw Eren standing too close to someone else. And Eren liked her instead. And so he wouldn’t kiss him again. Ever. 

“He’ll come around eventually,” Mikasa said knowingly, comfortingly. She stood up, brushing the crumbs off her skirt, and helped Armin to his feet. “Even if he’s being silly about it right now and it takes him some time to sort himself out.”

“I hope so,” Armin said, and in a sudden gesture Mikasa had leaned over and given him a hug. 

“I know so,” she said firmly. He smiled into the warmth of her shoulder and mouthed thank you. There was a certain sort of solace in her certainty, and he felt a bit more of a spring in his step as he walked her to the bus stop and waved her off. He went home feeling considerably lighter and a tiny bit more hopeful than before. 

Mikasa - brilliant, lovely, perfect, sage and compassionate Mikasa - was right about Eren coming around. Or she might have knocked some sense into her brother, because at the end of the longest week of his life, in which Armin spent trying very hard not to think of the green-eyed boy, Mikasa had smiled an extra big smile at him as they said their goodbyes, and later at home he got a text which made his heart skip a beat. It was from Eren, and it simply read, Are you free? 

By the time his shaking hands had typed out, deleted, retyped and finally formulated a faux casual reply - yeah, what’s up -  the doorbell was ringing insistently and his grandfather was calling his name from downstairs and then shouting about a visitor. He heard those footsteps which could only be one person and by the time he scrambled out of his chair and over his bed and finally, finally, opened the bedroom door Eren was standing in front of it. 

In his hands he was holding Armin’s crumpled blue sweater - it’s just polyester - and he was saying, “Armin, I was being dumb, I’m so sorry -”

But already Armin had closed the gap between them and the knitted sweater had fallen forgotten to the floor because Eren was holding him again, his hands wrapped around the back of his head and their faces impossibly close. His breath was warm and his mouth was soft and he was leaning in, pressing the two of them together in another soft, sweet kiss. 

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here you go anon & hope you like it! sorry it took a while but here’s me channeling my best high school AU vibes and secretly loving Mikasa, she’s the real MVP here :”) and here’s the ao3 crosspost if you’re so inclined

...you don’t know how much Conan Gray is a guilty pleasure of mine (and how many times I’ve played crush culture / maniac / overdrive / wish you were sober on repeat…)

[hypmicscenarios]

Disneyland Date

DisneyLand Date + First Kiss

A/N: Again, using they/them pronouns to make it universal

You were nervous, very nervous. One of your first official dates and it as a trip to Disneyland??? Wasn’t typical first dates like the movie theaters,a restaurant, anything that wasn’t as extravagant and out there as Disneyland? Not that you minded. You loved amusement parks and you were sure the day would be fun but….you were more worried about you kissing him. Maybe you were a bit too “old” to not have had your first kiss but...it just really never happened. And sure you always fell for the bad boy character in movies but….you never thought it would happen in real life. Or….that he would like you back? You didn’t think you were anything special. However, even with all these thoughts, there were still ways that he made you feel very special, like the luckiest person in the world. Very very lucky.

As you two agreed upon, you waited at the train station, dressed in, what you would say, one of your best outfits. Soon, you heard a deep voice behind you. A voice that was impossible to mistake. You turned around with a smile,”Samatoki, hey,”you said, being brought into a small and quick hug, enjoying the feeling of his chest for a moment before you pulled away, his arms still loosely around your waist. “Are you ready y/n?”,he asked. You nodded,”of course I am.”

Samatoki moved his hands away,placing one hand behind his neck and speaking,”you look cute today...not that you dont always look cute though,”he said, blushing a bit. You smiled at him,”thank you, you look very handsome, like always.” There was also that. He may have had a bad boy look but when he acted like this, it seemed like he had never even hurt a fly. It was cute. He was very cute. Especially what he was wearing. It was hot that day, so he was wearing shorts and red, blue, and orange floral colored button up.

Soon, the train came, and seeing the amount of people boarding, Samatoki instinctively pulled you close by your shoulders, walking into the train. Since it was the weekend, it was understandable that there were no seats...and crowded. Samatoki grabbed onto a handle, keeping you close to his chest, which made your heart beat….and his as well. You smiled into his chest as you could feel it with your hands and looked up,”thank you,”you said. “Just stay close.”

“Phew, who knew the whole train was basically going to this side of town,”you said, finally getting off. Samatoki grabbed your hand and led you to a bench,”lets sit down for a couple minutes,”he said, you thanking him for how considerate he was. You took a deep breath and looked at Samatoki,”were you able to get any sleep? I tried to, but I was too excited. Ah, dont worry though, I have way more than enough energy today.” Samatoki spoke,”the same...happened to me to. I was excited to go with you.” Your heart beat a little out of its chest and you spoke,”so were both still up even though we told each other goodnight,”you said, letting out a chuckle.

A couple minutes later, you and Samatoki stood up and headed towards Disneyland, your heart and body fueling with more energy the closer you got to the amusement park. Once the two of you got in, you were quickly stopped by a person with the camera, asking if the two of you wanted a picture. Might as well.

You stood next to Samatoki as he wrapped one hand around your waist.

“You two are lovers right? Closer closer! And you,”the photographer said, pointing to you,”maybe like, wrap your hands around his waist. And loosen up a bit, this is Disneyland, the happiest place in the world, show use those cute smiles!”

You did as she told, blushing at all the words. Lovers….such a big word! Wrapping your hands around Samatoki as he moved his hand around you shoulder.

“Make a heart with your free hands!”

You made half a heart, couldnt help but smiling at this point, the person’s energy hit you even though they all the way over there. Smiling up at Samatoki, he blushed, making the other half of the heart, the person taking a couple of pictures, then handing them a ticket.

“You can go pick your photos up as you leave over there, the place with a giant camera in front of it! Cant miss it!”

Bowing, you thanked them and looked at Samatoki,”you doing good there?” Samatoki nodded,”of course I am, I was just looking at the shop.”  

“You want to go there and get some things to wear around? Like mickey mouse hats!”

Towards the middle of the day, the two of you had gone on a couple rides. The pair of you were wearing Mickey Mouse hats, yours pink and his blue, even getting your names engraved in the front. You were walking around and took a small break in a arcade. Your eyes went towards the claw machine and you gasped as you saw a [fav disney character] plush in the middle of it.

Samatoki noticed,”you want it?,”he said, smirking,”people always struggle but this a piece of pie to me,”he said, very confidently, so when he didn’t get it on the first try, you giggled. “Piece of pie huh?”,you said, only slightly teasing him. He blushed,”I was just warming up” You watched him as he tried five times. But he finally got it. He looked so determined to get it for you, when he got it out, his eyes were sparkling and he gave it to you proudly,”here, for you,”he said….it almost looked like he was a puppy waiting to be praised.

You smiled and hugged him,”thank you Samatoki,”you said, taking the plush,”and he says thank you too,”you said, holding the plush up in front of your face. You joked around and moved it towards his cheek,”mwah”, you said,making a sound, giggling as Samatoki waved it way,”really…”,he said, looking away and blushing. But...he was happy that he could make you smile.He had been a bit worried that he’d make it boring for you...but the two of you just always found thing to talk about.

“Are you hungry y/n?”,he asked.

“Yes,I am!”

The two of you went to grab a bite to eat and sat down for a bit to let the food rest before you went on anymore rides. So, you sat down in a resting area outside, the two of you at a table. You were on your phone and went to snapchat, opening the dog filter, placing the camera on Samatoki who was currently looking down at his phone. As if he felt your gaze, he looked up, and you took the shot. “Hey wait, what type of photo was that?”,he asked. You smiled to yourself,”just a photo.”

“Youre lying, you know you’re a bad liar y/n,”he said, leaning over the table. You moved back, phone to your chest,”but its cute!”,you said, and you had already saved it. “Thats exactly why it needs to be deleted, you put a filter on me again, didn’t you?”,he said, standing. Oh no. Hes standing. “S-Samatoki wait..”, you said, getting up yourself,”I cant delete it.” Samatoki’s eyes was filled with determination,”oh, you cant? I’ll gladly do it for you.” Your heart raced as he got closer and you went back,”I mean I can, but I wont!” Quickly, you turned around, running towards a bench, then behind a statue, going in circles as he chased you, and sending the photo to your email, because you knew capture was inevitable, until you hit into a broad chest,”Oof.”

Large hands wrapped around your body,”I got you.” You playfully screamed as you struggled in his arms and he pulled your phone away. He looked at the snap, stopping as he read the caption,”my cute boyfriend,”his face going red. Samatoki held it up, despite your desperate attempts to reach up at it. Tch. He pressed post then handed it back to you, then exiting the app.

“There,”he said with a smirk.

You hit his chest with your fist,”meanie!” Lucky you sent it to yourself.

Samatoki chuckled,”youre cute when your angry.”

“Sadist!”,another soft punch to the chest.

“Does that make you the masochist?”

Your face heated up,”n-no!”,you said. Even at times like these….you still loved him. Despite how nervous he seemed sometimes, he would sure contradict when he said bold things like that. You walked over to your table as Samatoki followed behind.

The two of you passed the day away until it came time for fireworks. He held your hand, fingers intertwined, as the two of you searched for a good spot, an hour early, even going on the internet to locate the best spots to see them, since the two of you didn’t know. You found your self sitting down in a a patch of grass. Samatoki had purchased a mickey mouse blanket for the two of you to sit on.

As you waited for the fireworks, you reminisce on the whole day, and thanked Samatoki for purchasing the tickets and….absolutely everything that day. You tried to get him to budge but once the words “this is our first date, so I want to do everything, so you can be happy without any worries.” You knew he was just being a gentleman, but that caught you off guard. You caved easily after that.

Your legs were spread out in front of you, a content smile on your face,”Samatoki...thank you for everything today. Being with you made me really happy. Definitely one of the best days of my life. And not cause its Disneyland but...cause you were here.” You were too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

Suddenly, a hand around your shoulder pulled you towards him, your head now on his chest.

“You make me happy too. Today was nice….and seeing your beautiful smile all day was the best part of it all,”he said, despite his slight blush. “Im lucky to have you.” You smiled,”isnt that my line?”

“No its not,”he said, pushing you away so he could look at you. Both hands went on your cheeks as he continued,”Im so very lucky to have you. I always push people away. I even tried to do that with you. But, this time, I couldnt bear the thought of you being away. You managed to weave your way into my heart, you’re special to me, dont ever think that you arent. Or else I’ll tickle you until you say the words from your mouth.”

Your heart was moved by his words and you were getting a bit emotional till he said his last words,”thats unfair,”you said, pouting. Samatoki pulled at your cheeks,”its very fair. I know all your weakness.” You chuckled,”is that a threat?”

“Hm? I dont know…”,he said and before you knew it, hands were at your side. You fell back on the blanket as you tried to move his hands away,”t-t-toki, unfaiR-ahahaha,s-stOP-” he stopped, laughing along with you, now hovering above you. Samatoki looked lovingly into your eyes and placed a hand on your cheek,”y/n, I love you.” Your heart rate instantly increased but you looked back at him, with the same intensity of love, smiling fondly,”I love you too, Samatoki.”

You could this was it. The moment.

When he started closing in, you closed your eyes, indicating that you were ready. You felt your lips connect and….it felt absolutely magical. As if on cue, the fireworks started, but you and Samatoki were you in your own fantastical world at the moment to care at the moment. As the kiss went on, and you slowly started to get the hang of kissing in general,your hands wrapped around his neck. It was definitely more than what you imagined, but you were glad it was Samatoki.

When you pulled, your face was very hot, and Samatoki pressed your foreheads together,smiling,”fireworks?” You nodded with a smile,”Yea, fireworks.” He pecked you on the lips again before you pulled aaway and the two of you enjoyed the fireworks.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

The Princess, pt. 2 (S.M.)

Summary: Two months later, destiny finds a way to reconnect two young flames.

Warnings: angsty fluff

Word count: 2120

The Princess - Masterlist

It's been almost two months since the last time you've seen Shawn. You were a very busy person and during the day, you'd somehow fool yourself into believing you were okay, but at night, when the world fell asleep and everything got quiet, your mind seemed to be the loudest. Some nights you'd lay awake, thoughts of him overrunning your need to sleep. His almost ware-wolfish golden hues haunted you in real life just as much as they haunted your dreams.Yes, you managed to watch a whole season of Teen Wolf before you were discovered and your TV privileges got revoked. Shawn kind of reminded you of Tyler Posey with his perfect curls that were so soft to touch, lips so sweet and plush. Well, you saw Shawn in everything and everyone and it drove you mad at times.

„In our dreams“, you whispered softly as your eyes closed and the dream fairy cast her spell allowing you to drift away. Your dreams were always the same way; a fairy tale came to life and you'd find yourself starring opposite Shawn. Once you were Jasmin, a princess oppressed into letting go of her dreams until a handsome thief came along and stole her heart. It wasn't that far fetched at all, because no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't forget how your heart raced when you were with him. He made your heart skip a beat every time a simple though of him crossed your mind and dreaming about Beauty and the Beast this stormy night didn't help you one bit. It was ironic, you thought, how all you ever wanted was to run away from your life, but not even your dreams gave way to a different reality you so yearned for. Shawn Mendes was all you wanted to let go of and all you needed to hold on to. He gave you a taste of happiness and like an addict you craved more, constantly thinking about how to get your next hit.

„Philip, a word please.“ You called the older man into your room politely, keeping up your princess image before others that watched every move you made.

„Of course, Princess.“ He walked in and looked at you expectantly as you paces back and forth, your hands folded in one another and set behind your lower back. The man you trusted more than yourself cleared his throat and you stopped, a small smile gracing your lips.

„I need your phone.“ You opened your hand, waiting for him to comply. He squinted his eyes and raised his eyebrows at your request.

„May I ask what for, Princess?“ He questioned and you started tapping your foot as your patience dwindled slowly just like the quiet echo of your heels.

„Do you want to know the truth or the lie I came up with?“ You smirked and he sighed.

„The truth, please?“ He pursed his lips and waited for you to come clean. If it wasn't clear by now, your relationship with Philip wasn't exactly the same as it was with the rest of the staff. To you, he felt more like family than your own family, and from what you could tell, he felt the same way.

„I just want to listen to some music, I swear! I cannot handle another symphony, because if I have to hear Mozart once more I WILL RIP MY HAIR OUT.“ You entangled your hands into your hair dramatically pulling at it to make your point and Philip raised his left eyebrow.

„Aaaand?“ His questioning gaze pierced through you, knowing you had more on your mind.

„It's Shawn's music.“ You gulped nervously, watching the unmoving man before you, hoping he'd let this one pass. You didn't have any freedom with your outings, or your future, so why wouldn't your internet access be controlled too? You had a phone and a laptop, but every call was logged and watched by someone in the palace, everything you searched online would come up and you'd be lectured by the Queen an hour later. So, you found a way to cheat the system...Philip. At times, he'd let you take his phone to give you some sort of a normal life and you appreciated it greatly. He could see you were feeling down ever since the Queen’s birthday and his fatherly instinct took over. Philip just wanted you to be happy and he broke a lot of rules to give that to you whenever he could.

„Give it back by 5 pm.“ He placed his phone in your hand and watched in amusement as you did a happy dance. Without a warning, you jumped into his arms, colliding with him with a thud making Philip grunt, but hug you back nonetheless.

„Thank you, thank you, thank you!“ You repeated over and over. Philip left you to your task and with shaky fingers you typed his name in the YouTube search engine. You were left speechless once all the new songs came first in results, 'Nervous' being the first. You listened to the lyrics with a smile spread across your face, tears running down your face. It felt so good to hear his voice once more, to feel your heart beating faster whenever he smiled in the new video. He seemed happy..which made you feel happy for him, but a selfish part of you hoped to see at least a glimpse of sadness and longing in his eyes. You hoped he was still thinking of you, dreaming about the two of you, just like you did every night. It felt like you were haunted and he seemed to be released from the demons that plagued you daily. To say you missed him sounded crazy for two reasons: One – you barely know him; Two – missing him was an understatement as it felt like he was the oxygen and after a dash of fresh air filled your lungs, you've been suffocating ever since that day. It was ridiculous really, how this one boy became a beacon of light for you in a single day. For a person who didn’t care for emotions much, he caused a flood of those pesky little human feelings to flow through you and it was hard to understand why..Why him?

„It isn't in my blood...I need somebody now! I need somebody now...Help me..it's like the walls are caving in..“ The lyrics resonated with you on a deep level, leaving you a mess. You wished you could discuss his music with him, talk to him about the lyrics, about your feelings. Too often have you felt that way, trapped in a world you couldn’t get out. Without anyone to talk to about what was going on in your head, sometimes it felt like you were losing it. You opened up to Shawn, for what reason, again, you weren’t sure. It must have been those puppy eyes that drew you in and made you think you could trust him.

Closing this app, you found his Twitter and Instagram, scrolling through his pictures, stopping every now and then to admire his perfect lips. You could still remember how they moved against yours, fitting seemingly perfectly. He probably didn't realize it was your first kiss either.You remembered how his hands tangled themselves in your hair, how they found their way to your hips, pulling you closer ever so slightly, like any distance between you bothered him.

Seeing him plan a secret London pop up show made you jump up with a squeal.  You couldn't help but give in to your innermost desires and made an account 'The Princess', sending a message to his Instagram page in hopes of him seeing it. If anyone found out about it, you’d be in so much trouble, but something inside of you needed to take this risk. So you did.

I see you've come back to a country where the Queen ignores you and the princess snogs you which I can only interpret as a good thing! XO

You knew it was a long shot, millions of people probably sent him messages daily, but you hoped he'd be drawn by your account name to at least read the message.

„Princess, I'm going to need my phone back.“ Philip whisper-shouted from the other side of the door and you sighed sadly, disappointed you never got to interact with him. You deleted every trace of Shawn and 'The Princess' from Philip’s phone and gave it back. Batting your eyelashes at him you pleaded for more time after everyone went to sleep and reluctantly he agreed.

You waited patiently, and by patiently you mean you were a nightmare to everyone who came in contact with you. Being so close to Shawn, knowing he was in the same city had you on edge and all you wanted was to run from your home and search for him. He was like an annoying infection spreading through your body with every heartbeat and every breath you take.

The night couldn't come faster and you kissed Philip's cheek before grabbing the phone from his hands. Plopping down on your bed, laying on your stomach, you quickly download the Instagram app and log in. You gasp audibly, making an 'O' shaped face as you saw a new message came. You took a few deep breaths, reminding yourself not to hope for something that might not be there to ease your potential heartbreak. Swiping to see the message, seeing his name in bold on the screen made your heart stop beating for 5 seconds completely. He read it...he answered.

I couldn't quite forget the best kiss of my life..Does than make me sound desperate? :)

You muffled your excited screams with a pillow, legs flying in all directions as sparks of excitement filled you up and shook you to the core.

I wouldn't say desperate...maybe cute? I'm honored to be crowned your best kiss.

You sent in another message, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You knew how bad this could be if anyone found out, because no social media accounts was a major rule for the royal family and once again, you found yourself breaking a rule that your grandmother would have your head for....they may not do the actual beheading anymore, but she was a scary woman and her punishments were worse than death.

I'm honored you even remember me. A confession: I never stopped thinking about that day.

Shawn's response had you in shock as you read the message 20 times over, word by word.

You're not the only one.

You confessed and the thought of letting him in your private thoughts almost made you sick to your stomach. You rarely let people in or speak your mind anymore, scared of being judged and scorned for your modern way of thinking.

I want to see you again..outside of photos and my dreams.

Shawn wrote and your eyes welled up, your bottom lip quivering. Those words felt like a hand grabbed your heart and clenched it tightly, your brain screaming at you for putting yourself in this position. You wanted to see him..more than anything. However, you couldn't go anywhere without the royal guard and a horde of other people...your meet up wouldn't be private. Not for you, not for the public eye and grandmother would probably freak out over the whole thing. How would you tell her you had fallen for a famous Canadian when she still had issues with Meghan and Harry?

Unless you're secretly Tom Cruise, that might be mission impossible.

You waited for his answer as your chest started to ache and shake, soft sobs coming out of your plush lips. Would you be able to somehow make it work? Maybe somehow, things would go your way. If it was meant to be, destiny would work in your favor, right?

If that's what it takes, Tom Cruise I will be.

His response made you cry openly and you had to put a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs that racked your entire body. He has no idea how the court works. Both of your brothers scraped by with girls that weren't blue bloods because they were men..They were also more likely to be kings one day so everyone had a different approach when it came to them. You on the other hand were forbidden to seek relationships on your own, probably because they planned an arranged marriage or something like that. When you told him your future was planned for you, it wasn't a figure of speech. That rebellious streak came back to life once more and before thinking it through, you sent Shawn another message.

Where are you doing your performance in London?

[gotsevendaysoftheweek]

Hi! Can I get a SMUT/FLUFF of Y/N and GOT7 MARK...Mark hasn't been home in 4 months and when he gets home he surprises Y/N with lots of attention, presents and PLEASING 💦🙌😊💦❤😉

An/ okay here we go!! I honestly rewrote this whole thing at the last minute. I didn’t like the first direction it went in but I’m pretty pleased with the results here. Hope you enjoy!

MISS YOUParing: Mark/ReaderRated: NSFW

Your day started off a little stranger than normal. Your were in the middle of making your morning Coffee when your doorbell rang. Frowning you made sure to grab your robe and secure it tightly around your waist. Heading to the door you frown even more when the security monitor picked up a delivery man holding a bunch of green balloons and what looked to be a baked goods basket.

Unlocking your door, you open it and smile kindly at the man in front of you.

“Good morning! We have special delivery for a Mrs.Tuan!”

You try hard not to roll your eyes and out right laugh in the man’s face but the situation was a bit hilarious. Over the past 4 months you had been receiving random gifts for a Mrs.Tuan, all of them sent from your boyfriend. He was away on tour and since you two haven’t been able to see one another every now and then Mark would surprise you with little gifts and trinkets. All delivered to a Mrs. Tuan, a bit of a running joke between you two.

Taking the basket and balloons from the man, you nod your head in thanks before closing and locking the door behind you. Walking into your kitchen you set the goodie basket down on the bar top and then make sure to tie your balloons off on the back of one of the chairs.

Taking a step back you take the time to admire your gifts. Reaching into the pocket of your robes you start looking for your phone but instantly remembered you left it on your bathroom counter.

Darting into your bathroom quickly, you emerge back out with cell phone in hand. Coming back into your kitchen you stand back a little ways to get a good photo of your gifts. Taking a few pictures, you were just about to find the right ones to send to Mark when your door bell goes off again.

Dropping your phone into the pocket of your robes, you walk back towards the door, this time the image of another delivery man holding a bouquet of pink and red roses. Opening the door the man greeted you like the other one. Saying how it was a gift for Mrs.Tuan. Taking the flowers and giving your thanks you close the door once more and head back into your kitchen.

Flowers, balloons and cookies and muffins. Mark was really going all out today. Blinking you grab your phone and quickly check the date. Part of you was worried you had missed an important day or something, but your anniversary was a few months away and your birthday had already passed and Marks was a few months away as well.

Setting the flowers down carefully on the counter you take a few pictures of them to, being sure to also get a photo of them with the other gifts.

Opening up your messenger app, you send a few pictures to Mark. “THANK YOU I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! “

Closing and locking your screen you place your phone on the bar top and begin looking for a vase to put the roses into, but your phone going off alerted you of an incoming message.

Placing the vase down next to the flowers you grab your phone and couldn’t help the smile that slowly worked its way to your lips. Unlocking it and tapping on the notification. You leaned forward on to the counter and read his reply.

“Anything for you, but how’s my baby girl doing today?”

Typing back a reply you were just about to hit send when your door bell went off again. Deleting the message you were going to send you type a whole new one.

“Your gifts are beautiful, but how many did you send lol?!

Just before you went to answer the door you saw a response back.

“A few…”

Rolling your eyes you check the monitor again but this time a delivery man holding up a heart shaped box of chocolates greeted you in front of your camera.

Opening the door excitedly you suddenly pause when you were able to really take in what was going on. Not only was there one delivery man holding a box of chocolates, but there was also another three individuals behind him patiently waiting to deliver their own said packages.

“Umm…”

“Mrs.Tuan?”

Shaking you head you smile again and nod your head. “ I’m sorry yes?”

“Can you sign off on this for me please?” The man handed you an invoice, and your quickly signed off on it. Setting the box down on the small table set up by your door, you wait for the next delivery man to step forward, this one holding a smaller package, but it was wrapped up in a bag with the logo from well known shoe store in Myeongdong.

“Just sign here ma”am” Doing as instructed you take the gift from this one as well. Over the next 10 minutes you had signed for a total of 5 gifts. Two more had come up as you were signing off for the third delivery

Closing and locking the door you grab all of your gifts and shuffle awkwardly to the living room, there wasn’t enough room on the bar top for the rest of your gifts so you placed them on the coffee table instead.

Reaching for your pocket you don’t even bother checking the few unread messages you have instead you opt for calling. Putting your phone on speaker you don’t even have to wait two rings before the deep voice of your boyfriend reaches your ears.

“Good mor-“

“What the hell Mark?!”

The only response you received was a sharp laugh. “Mark I’m being serious!” Sighing you plop down dramatically onto your couch, and tried to sound angry but the smile on your face was making it hard.

And you could tell Mark had noticed because he laughed even harder. “Maaaaaaaark…” you whining at him seemed to do the trick because he calmed down enough to speak.

“I just felt like spoiling you today baby girl, anything wrong with that?”

You giggle a little. “ Well no, but this was a little excessive.”

“Did you opened all of them yet?”

Leaning forward you absentmindedly began picking at the wrapping paper for one of the gifts, “Not yet, but I need to leave for work soon.”

“That’s right, they can wait until you get off from work, but take a muffin or two with you for a snack.”

You heard a lot of background noise suddenly coming from Mark’s side of the phone. “You have to go?”

It took a second for Mark to respond back to you but you figured it was because he was talking to someone. “I do, my flight is boarding, I’ll text you later, yeah?”

Nodding your head you almost forget you were on the phone and he couldn’t see it, “flight? Where are you off to this time?”

You heard shuffling and you assumed it was Mark grabbing his things. “Tokyo fan meet.”

“Tokyo? Bring me back an All Might plushie!”

You could feel Mark roll his eyes, he thought your anime obsession a bit dorky but he thought it was cute at the same time, “ yeah yeah miss you…Love you…and I can’t wait to see you.”

“Miss you the most…love you the most and I can’t wait to see you the most.”

It was a silly thing you and Mark started doing when he was away during promotions, now most if not all of your phone conversations end this way.

Hanging up, you sat your phone down next to you and stood up from the couch, bring your arms high above your head you stretch and start heading towards your bedroom to finish getting ready for work, but your door bell ringing again stopped you.

“Ugh Mark Tuan I swear…”

Heading towards the door you don’t bother with checking the security monitor and just unlock the door and open it instead. You had expected there to be another delivery, but what was or who was standing in front of you wasn’t another delivery man. Instead it was the face of someone you had only been able to see through either you phone screen and tv screen for the past 4 months.

His mouth was hidden behind his black face mask and the hat on his head blocked most of his face from few but you could still tell who it was.

“Delivery for Mrs.Tuan..”

Squealing you launch yourself at the man, your arms wrapping around his neck and your legs locking tightly around his waist. Burying your head into his neck you hug him tightly.

Silence filled the space between you and Mark. Him standing half in the hallway and doorway and you cling tightly to his body like a koala. “This isn’t a dream right?” You whispered against his neck.

You feel Mark shiver from the sensation and tighten his hold around your waist. Suddenly your body is moving forward as you hear the door close behind the two of you. “I’m all real baby I swear.”

Moving your head from his neck, you move one hand to knock the hat off his head and next move the face mask down. Searching his face a small smile slowly works its way to your lips. You didn’t know how long you were looking at him before you felt one of Mark’s fingers brush against your cheek, wiping a tear you hadn’t even realized fell.

Without missing a beat you close your eyes and bring your lips to his own. The kiss had surprised him at first but it wasn’t long before his lips were moving against your own. It started light, just soft brushes but that soon changed.

The feel of Mark pressed so tightly against your body seemed to have had ignited a fire. Biting down playfully on his lower lip you tug on it and let it go, rolling your hips forward in a teasing manner it doesn’t surprise you when you can feel a bulge start to form. “If you’re real, then why don’t you show me…”

Mark chuckled and you responded with a giggle of your own when you felt his hands move from your waist to cup your ass. Mark leaned forward and started placing teasing nips down along your neck then back up to your ear, to suck lightly on the lobe. Heat shot straight to your core, “Good thing I already called your office and said you were sick…”

With the way Mark’s teeth and lips attacked your neck what he said almost went over your head. Almost.

“W-wait what?” Cupping his face with both hands you pull him away from your neck that was probably already covered in hickeys. “What did you do?”

Mark wiggles his eyebrows and smirked. “I called your office and said you would be out sick today.”

Laughing you shook your head “I can’t believe you!”

You feel your ass rest on something and you find that Mark had led you both to the kitchen and sat you down on the bar top. “Did you honestly think I would let you go to work today?”

Arching an eyebrow you lean back slightly and look at him smugly. “Let me? You’re not the boss of me Mark.”

Mark’s hands move up and down your thighs, your robe having come loose exposing your bare skin. Tilting his head to the side, the intensity of Mark’s stare had you subconsciously trying to clench your thighs together to ease the sudden ache between them.

“I’m gone for a few months and you have such an attitude now, what happen to daddy’s baby girl?”

His fingers slowly started moving to your inner thighs, creeping towered your heated center. His touch and husky voice rendering you speechless.

“You use to be such a good girl, always doing what daddy says.”

A response spilled from your lips before you could think properly. “I can be a good girl!”

His fingers stopped creeping forward but they began drawing small designs along your skin. Your body was almost trembling with need. You normally were able to hold out longer than this but it had been so long.

“I don’t know, can you?”

With your arms still around Mark’s neck you used leverage and pulled your body almost flush to his own, closing off any space. “I’m sorry daddy…I can be good.”

You whimpered softly, as you watch as Mark looked down towards your lips and then back up to your eyes. “Daddy…please.”

Groaning Mark closed his eyes an crashed his lips to yours and started violently pulling open your robe. Following his cue you immediately go to start undoing his pants. Your robe fell open you shiver when the cool air meets your bare chest, you had just gotten out of the shower when your doorbell first rang.

A harsh pinch to your nipples had you moaning against Mark’s mouth, which he sooth with a gentle pass of his thumbs. Freeing his belt from his pants, you unbutton them and pull the zipper down. Grabbing a hold of both his boxers and jeans you push them down until his member bobbed free.

With your eyes closed you faithfully reach forward and wrap your hand tightly around Mark and began pumping him. Mark tears away from your lips and let’s out a curse. “Shit..”

Giggling you lightly brush your lips against the corner of Mark’s mouth “You okay daddy?”

Mark suddenly grabs the back of your knees and pulls forward, forcing you to open your legs wider to accompany him, putting your wet center on full display for him. “I will be..”

Slapping your hand away from him, he doesn’t even allow time for a retort before he is easing slowly into your pussy inch by inch. The feeling of him causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head. “Fuck…too long.”

“Agreed, Daddy promises to take his time later” He wasn’t even fully inside before he pulled out and slammed right back in. Your ass had come off the counter, with the force and if you weren’t already holding onto him no doubt you would be on your back right now.

“Da-“ with ever thrust of his hips it was getting harder for you to think straight. Normally Mark would take this time to tease you about your lack of thought, but with the way he was moving that was furthest thought from Mark’s mind.

Mark’s hand suddenly pressing against your neck had your eyes opening wide. Your gaze met mid thrust and you tried hard to keep them from closing again. But the subtle clench of his fingers had you forced to focus.

No words were exchanged and you could tell by his silent command that he wanted you to keep your eyes on him, but when he pushed you back, so that you were forced to support your own weight on you arms you were slightly confused.

However when Mark’s hands both shifted to your hips to get a better hold you understood immediately. Your previous position really limited his movement, and when he pulled out to only shove quickly back in, it felt deeper than before.

Your eyes almost closed then, in fact they did close when the gasp erupted from your lips. But a harsh whisper from the man above you had you obeying. “Open.”

With your eyes locking again, his movements got even more erratic, his thrust became short but deep, he was barely pulling out half way before driving himself right back in, which caused your clit to be overstimulated. With each thrust inward Mark was all but grinding himself against it. Rolling his hips in a teasing circle motion. “Dadd-dyy” “Are you going to be a good girl for daddy now?”

You nodded almost violently, your body shaking from the movement . “Yes! I promise!!”

He chuckled above you, really loving your cute quirks. “Then do what daddy say…”

One of his hand moved from your hips, and found its way to your clit, with his forefinger and thumb, you felt him pinch hard. “ And cum.”

The swore you saw white, and if it weren’t for the way your heart was pounding in your ears you would have thought you went deaf.

Slowly your surrounds were coming back first thing you felt was Mark’s still pulsing cock along you lower stomach, and from the wet feeling across your torso you guest he must have pulled out.

“I…cant see”

Mark gave a breathy laugh, “Opening your eyes would help.”

Groaning you bring your hands to your face to cover it. “I don’t think that’s helping r/n”

“Shut up Tuan.”

“Love you to baby girl.”

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The Marshmallow Chronicles (Ch. 13: Hunting for Love)

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Author’s notes: Hi! Sorry this took so long! As I told a lovely anon, I had been working on it for a while and it was deleted so I had to recover from the frustration. 

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Love you guys <3

Rating: T

Pairing: Drake x MC

Words: 5,943

Drake retired to his room early, not feeling up to enjoying the festivities. 

God, this sucks. I have to get this under control. Am I just gonna feel like shit all the time now?

Out of a sense of self-preservation he reflected he should probably keep his distance from Riley for the foreseeable future. He was shocked to realize that the thought of not being around her was more painful than seeing her with Liam. 

I guess I do want Adams to be a part of my life...

He flopped down unto his bed, trying to think of something that could distract him, when he felt his phone vibrate twice in his pocket. 

He pulled it out and read, “Hey, Drake! Where did you run off to?”

And then a separate message, “It’s Addams 😊”

His stomach did a somersault, seeing her call herself the nickname he called her. He’d already known it was her; Liam had given him her number ���just in case”, as he put it, but Drake could never bring himself to text her. It would have felt like an even greater betrayal of Liam’s friendship. He had, however, spent more time than he cared to admit with his fingers hovering over the keyboard, staring at her picture and holding himself back from typing. 

“You know me, Addams, always sneaking off”

“Yeah, but you could’ve asked me to come with you ☹️“

Right, like she wasn’t having fun with Liam. 

He was wondering whether there was a way to phrase that so it was less obvious how bitter he was and then she texted again.

“You’re welcome btw”

“For what?”

He noticed she was already typing the moment he sent it. He was glad she didn’t play games with texting, didn’t wait long to reply, didn’t mind double-texting.

“For not making you my court jester! You would’ve looked cute in that cap tho lol”

“Funny. So why didn’t you?”

“Well, you only made that bet to motivate me”

The three dots were still on the screen so he waited. She seemed to be thinking especially hard about this text, as she took inordinately long typing it. Drake’s palms were sweating.

“And... tbh, as soon as they said a cup-bearer is someone you trust I knew I had to say you”

Drake was thankful he couldn’t choke or stutter through texts. He threw his phone on the bed and put his head under his pillow, completely overwhelmed. He couldn’t stop smiling, yet he felt close to tears at the same time. 

Pull it together, man.

He took a few breaths to steady himself and grabbed his phone. He caught a glimpse of his dopey smile reflected on his phone’s dark screen before he unlocked it. 

“You’re making me blush, Addams”

“You’re going soft on me, Drake ;)”

“Hey, thanks. I trust you too”

“No prob, I’ll have plenty of chances to beat your ass lol”

He could practically see her smirk.

“Ha, we’ll see about that”

“Well, I'd better go to bed, my alarm clock is waaay too chipper in the mornings”

“Is being queen even worth Maxwell waking you up every day?”

“I’m starting to doubt it haha”

He knew she was kidding, but he still couldn’t help the stupid, senseless hope he felt at that.

She texted once more, “Thanks for everything, Drake, I mean it. See you tomorrow?”

“Any time :) see you tomorrow”

He set his alarm for the next morning feeling a little more optimistic. That was it, he just had to find the right balance with Riley. He could give her a break, for starters. Since his feelings would not be ignored, he could use them to be nicer and act like a real friend to her, for a change. Yes, instead of wallowing in his unrequited crush, he would try to grow and improve through this. 

With this in mind, he turned the lights off and went to sleep.

The next day he got up unusually early, determined to be a better version of himself. He started by finding Liam, who was enjoying a rare quiet moment in the stables.

“Hey, Liam!”

“Drake! This is a pleasant surprise! What brings you here so early?”

“I don’t know, we haven’t hung out in a while and I thought...” he trailed off. 

I really have to get better at this friendship thing.

Liam looked touched, so much so that Drake felt his embarrassment grow.

“I’d like nothing better! How are you? Any news of Savannah?”

“Nothing. Radio silence. And her trail’s gone cold so...” he sighed.

Liam put a supportive hand on his shoulder, “Listen, if there’s anything I can do, all you have to do is ask. I’ve asked Bastien to look into it, but he seems to have a lot on his plate lately.”

“Oh, so it’s not just me?”

“That he’s been short with?”

“Short? More like a dick! Do you know he yelled at me yesterday for no reason?”

Liam raised a skeptical eyebrow, “No reason?”

“Okay, so I teased him a little but Liam, I swear, it was nothing compared to the pranks we used to pull on him!”

Liam chuckled. “Remember when we locked him out of the training room?”

“Or when we put those balloons behind the door?” Drake snorted.

“He was so startled when they popped he pulled out his gun!”

“Yeah, in retrospect I can see how that was actually pretty dangerous and not super fun for him,” admitted Drake, though he was still chuckling.

“It was very irresponsible,” agreed Liam. “We should really show him some sort of appreciation soon, especially if he is under pressure.”

“Good idea, but you should leave that to me; you’ve got enough shit to do.”

“Do I? Other than choosing a queen for Cordonia and my lifelong partner, my schedule is wide open,” Liam joked.

They heard footsteps getting nearer and Drake peeked out to see King Constantine approaching the stables. That’s my cue.

“I’d better take Morello, then.” He strode to one of the stalls, where a jet black horse whinnied excitedly. “Hey, boy.” He led him gently outside, grabbing a saddle on his way back to Liam. “Well, if there’s any way I can help you, just say the word.” Drake clapped his back.

“I know, Drake, thank you.”

Drake waved goodbye and exited, his horse walking behind him. He briefly stopped to give the King a perfunctory bow. He ambled around the grounds, at peace for the first time in what seemed like ages. He’d missed Liam’s company. He was used to long periods of only seeing each other for quick conversations, but lately, his once-easy friendship had felt anything but. Now, with a clearer mind and knowing what he intended to do about his silly crush, it all seemed as simple as it used to be. 

In a secluded spot, he saddled Morello. He caressed its muzzle and the horse nickered affectionately. “I missed you, too, buddy. It’s been busy around here, you know? Busier than usual. New people and everything.”

He scratched behind its ears, lost in thought. He looked back towards the stables and saw most of the group already mounted. “All right, seems like everyone’s on their horses. You ready?” 

Morello neighed, which Drake took as a yes. He swung expertly onto his saddle and took the reins. “Now listen, if there’s ever been a time when we gotta look good, it’s this one, okay?”

The horse snorted and Drake patted its neck. 

Nothing wrong with trying to impress the suitors. It’s not like I’m making a move or anything. I just want her to know I’m good at something.

He directed Morello at a slow gait toward the others. He’d decided to stay in the back, should anyone need any help. 

Nobles don’t tend to be good at much. 

He smiled a little, remembering when Tariq had gotten his foot tangled in the stirrup a few years ago and sighed contentedly. 

Yeah, today might be a good day.

He saw Riley up ahead and had already raised his hand to urge Morello forward with the reins, then thought better of it. 

You’ll go up to her if it’s natural. Stop forcing it.

He settled in the last spot. After a few minutes of riding at a ridiculously slow pace, his gaze started drifting more and more often towards Riley, until he was fully staring at her. 

I’m such a creep. 

Try as he might, though, he couldn’t help looking at her, the shapes her lips made when she talked or smiled, how beautifully her hair moved in the breeze... 

I’m gonna make myself sick.

She was currently having what looked like a surprisingly civil conversation with Olivia. 

Yuck. She’s such a better person than I am.

A few minutes later, Hana was the one to approach her.

Lovesick idiots that we are. 

He shook his head fondly at Hana. 

God, I hope you come out of this better than me, kid.

Hana moved back to talk to the rest of the suitors. At the same time, Drake noticed Lady Kiara trying to catch his eye and ignored her as politely as he could. 

Out of desperation – fine, and also because I really, really want to talk to her – he called out to Riley, “Addams!”

She turned towards him, grinning. He returned her smile and waved her over. She immediately slowed down and let others pass her until she was at the back with Drake. He was pleasantly surprised at how well she commanded her horse. 

Okay, here we go. Friends. We’re gonna be friends.

“There you are. You look like you actually know how to ride a horse.” 

That’s something a friend would say, right?

One of Riley’s hands flew to her mouth in mock surprise. “Oh my gosh, opening with a compliment?”

“Careful, don’t want you falling off your horse now.” Drake smirked, though he still regarded her uneasily. 

Friends worry about their friends!

“I’m surprised you’re out here with all the nobles today.” It was phrased like a statement, but there was a question behind it. 

Well, obviously the truth is out of the question. 

“Turns out, I had an opening in my schedule today.” He grinned. “And there’s something oddly satisfying about watching nobles fuss over their stuffy blazers.”

Riley giggled. “Is this why you’re not frowning... as much as usual, anyway.”

Drake didn’t know whether to shake her or kiss her. 

It’s you! You’re the reason! Okay, how do I make that friend-appropriate? 

“It has more to do with the company I keep.” That was probably the most sincere he’d been in the past year.

“A second compliment!” This time, Riley didn’t pretend to be shocked, she actually was. Her eyes shone as she looked at Drake, delighted.

“One more and you win the jackpot,” he winked. 

If only I could actually give her anything.

“I hope it’s all your whiskey,” she teases.

It was Drake’s turn to act horrified. She pushed his shoulder and he smiled with a sigh.

“You know, when we first met, I wanted to dislike you so badly...” He was not sure why he was saying this. 

I guess I want our friendship to start on a clean slate.

Riley’s eyes were wide. “You WANTED to dislike me? Why?”

Of course she finds it unbelievable that anyone could dislike her, cocky jerk. 

He smiled to himself.

“You were crashing Liam’s bachelor party! It was supposed to be our last night out together before all of this... We’ve always been like brothers, doing everything together...” He thought of that morning, how spending a few minutes with him had felt like a privilege. 

“Now I’m lucky to see him for five minutes without a noble girl throwing herself in front of him,” he finished bitterly. 

After a moment of silence, he realized she might think he meant her and hurriedly apologized, “Sorry. I didn’t mean...”

She put her hand on his for a second, her eyes understanding, “I know what you meant.”

Drake could not comprehend how the smallest of her gestures could calm him, make him feel better, like he mattered. 

I have to stop getting so pathetically emotional over every little thing she does. 

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, I know we got off to a bad start, but somewhere along the way... things changed.” 

Okay, stop it right there or you might go too far. 

“Hell, Addams, I don’t even know why I’m telling you any of this.” He rubbed a hand on his face, embarrassed at this outpouring of honesty.

Riley spoke, “Drake, I wanted to dislike you too.”

He looked up from his hands, taken by surprise, although he had no reason to be. “You did?”

“Yeah, I mean, you were a total jerk to me!” 

Understatement of the year.

“But now...”

Drake hated how his voice practically trembled with hope, “Now?”

“It took time... but I figured out that you’re actually human under all those scowls,” she poked him.

Of course. She barely even sees me as a friend, how could I have thought... Well, it doesn’t matter, being friends is already more than I deserve after the way I treated her.

He spotted Liam with his parents ahead. 

There’s someone else I need to be better to.

“This has all been touching, but I need to rescue Liam from his family for a couple minutes.”

He heard Riley utter a small “Oh” as he rode ahead, and felt a twinge of guilt coupled with that insufferable emotion he’d been feeling constantly as of late, hope.

He reached them just in time to hear Queen Regina sing the praises of Madeleine, much to Liam’s apparent chagrin.

“Do you see what I am saying, Liam? Wouldn’t you agree that she is the superior choice?”

“She would certainly make an excellent monarch, son,” chimed in the King.

“She is a lady with many merits, yes,” replied Liam diplomatically.

“So is she the suitor you are most leaning towards, then?” prodded the Queen.

“I–I...”

“Liam!” Drake called, startling the three monarchs, who had been so absorbed in their conversation they had not noticed his arrival. “Wanna race ahead?”

“Loser does 30 push-ups!” Liam exclaimed, already urging his horse forward.

Liam was, of course, an accomplished rider. There really weren’t any rich people things you could afford to be bad at when you were a royal. However, Drake had spent more time in the stables than he had. And so, despite Liam’s exceptional instruction, he didn’t share the bond that Drake and Morello did. 

All this to say, by the time Liam caught up with him, Drake had time to pretend to be looking at an imaginary watch on his wrist.

“Liam, Liam, Liam,” he said, with shakes of his head. “You’ve really got me to thank for your abs, you know that, right?”

Liam chuckled. “That’s my secret; I lose on purpose so I can stay in shape.”

Drake snorted. “You keep telling yourself that, buddy.”

“Drake, thanks for that.” Liam’s relief was palpable.

Drake sobered. “No problem. You looked like you’d rather be at the bottom of the canyon so...”

Liam gave a humorless laugh. “Not quite, but almost. I don’t think they understand that I’m conflicted enough as it is.”

Drake perked up at this, “Are you? I... thought it was a done deal. That you were choosing Riley, that is.”

Liam shushed him. “Not so loud!” He ran his fingers through his hair. “What can I say? In my heart, it is, but unfortunately that is not nearly enough.”

Drake’s heart sank. 

Even if he doesn’t choose her, he’s in love with her. And he’s your best friend.

“Stop worrying so much, man, what’s that gonna do? Look, let’s just enjoy the feast today, huh? You still have a few events left to decide. Not to mention a Beaumont party to look forward to!”

“I’ll try. Although I must say, I am definitely looking forward to that! Their parties are really unparalleled.”

“That they are.”

He and Liam rode on in companionable silence until they reached the mountain village. It was charming and rustic, with its little cabins and huts surrounding a vast filed in which long tables had been set out, laden with food.

Once everyone had gathered round, King Constantine welcomed them, “Everyone, we’ve reached our hunting lodges. Our forebears would dine on the day’s hunt here, and though we no longer hunt, we will still have a great feast. But first, we race to celebrate our ancestors. The first to reach Prince Liam will be served first at the feast! Begin!”

Drake was torn between wishing he could participate – he was starving – and excitement at seeing the suitors race and possibly make a fool out of themselves. Except Hana, obviously. And Riley, he hoped... though that would provide an incredible opportunity to tease her.

No. Friends don’t want their friends to look dumb. 

He needn’t have chided himself, for Riley did well. She didn’t win – predictably, it was Hana who did – but she did a good job for her first time, in Drake’s opinion.

An image popped up in his mind, uninvited, of himself teaching Riley how to ride properly. They were all smiles and laughter... 

Stop it, brain.

He forced himself to concentrate on what King Constantine was saying, “That’s superb horsemanship in action. Servants, prepare the first plate for Lady Hana. Now, then. Let’s all take some time to rest. Dinner will begin shortly.”

The crowd broke into smaller, more relaxed groups. He dismounted Morello and tied him to the hitching rail where all the other horses were drinking water and chewing on oats or grazing. He saw Riley talking to Tariq, weirdly. Liam was engaged in conversation with Olivia – no, thanks – and then he spotted Maxwell and Hana.

“Congratulations, Hana! That was some riding,” he admired as he approached them.

“Yeah, you kicked ass!” Maxwell agreed enthusiastically.

She blushed, “Thank you. I am glad I could put something my parents made me learn to use. If only to eat first.” 

“I think that’s the best prize you could get, I’m starving! Right, Maxwell?”

Maxwell was looking out at Riley, who was talking to Liam, with an uncharacteristically pensive expression on his face.

Drake waved a hand in front of his face. “Maxwell? Everything okay, man?”

“Wha–? Oh. Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.”

“Sure.” Drake eyed him suspiciously and shared a puzzled look with Hana, who broke the tension.

“Why don’t we go see what they’re up to?” 

The three of them walked over to Liam and Riley. Liam was, as Drake had come to expect, smiling widely, completely engrossed in whatever Riley was saying.

“Hey, the feast is being put out.” Drake pointed out when they’d joined the pair.

“And they’ve got dishes supposedly blessed by the spirits of the nearby ruins,” Maxwell informed them.

Hana’s face instantly lit up. “Oooh! I’ve heard legends about those ruins! They sound magical. People travel from all around just to see them.”

“It’s a shame we’re not scheduled to see them,” Liam frowned.

Thank God! Bunch of old rocks.

Hana’s face fell as fast as it had brightened before. “We aren’t? I was so hoping to...”

Maxwell put a comforting arm around her shoulders and suggested, “Why don’t we just go anyway? Sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to miss out on delicious food, maybe. 

“Are you sure we should?” Hana asked, cautiously eager.

No!

“It’d be nice to spend some time together without this crowd around,” Liam said. As always, he turned directly to Riley and asked, “What do you say, Riley?”

Riley had that familiar mischievous look she got when she was ready to break the rules. “Let’s have an adventure!”

Drake came close to protesting this decision, until he noticed that her face was practically glowing with excitement. 

Fiiine, I’ll go. Crushes are so stupid. 

He shook his head at himself but kept quiet, not wanting to spoil the others’ fun.

“Alright!” Maxwell fist-pumped.

“I’m excited to visit another piece of Cordonian history,” gushed Hana.

Liam took the lead and gestured for them to come. “Follow me. I know how to get there.”

They walked away from the crowded field and into the adjacent forest. At least this I can enjoy. Drake took in the lush trees, the leave-strewn path they were following and the mysteriously soothing sounds of nature surrounding them. He tried to see if he could spot any forest creatures, but aside from a few shuddering bushes, he didn’t see any; they had probably been spooked by the humans’ presence.

He breathed in deeply, feeling a bit better, despite the hunger. He realized he’d been walking next to Maxwell, who had been quiet the whole time. 

What the hell?!

“Hey, Maxwell, you know I’m not buying that ‘everything’s fine’ bullshit, right?”

“What? Why? Everything is–”

“Stop it. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Maxwell sighed. “Okay. I need someone’s opinion on this, anyway. You know how I’m sponsoring Riley?”

“You can skip the intro, Maxwell, I am the same guy who’s been here for everything,” Drake rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, sorry.” Maxwell was cracking his knuckles nonstop at this point. Drake grabbed his arms and forced him to stop.

“What is it? It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s not bad, it’s complicated. Riley might not be sure about this whole thing anymore.”

Maxwell looked so conflicted that Drake put an arm around his shoulders and said, “Well, being queen is a big deal, dude! Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll come around!”

“It’s not that. Or at least, not just that. It’s... it’s Liam, too.”

Drake almost stopped walking and had to remind his feet to keep going.

Maxwell kept talking and Drake listened to him half-heartedly. “So I don’t know what to because on the one hand, she’s my friend now. I don’t want to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to! Especially something so big! And I know she feels pressured... I mean, who wouldn’t, with Bertrand? But on the other hand, House Beaumont desperately needs a win, now more than ever... er, for no particular reason.”

Drake was busy trying to calm his buzzing thoughts. 

She’s not sure about Liam! Could it be that–? 

No. There’s no way it’s because of you!

You can’t know that!

So what? Even if it is, you think she’s gonna give up a kingdom? 

His internal argument was interrupted by Maxwell taking a huge breath and continuing, “And then there’s Liam; he really, really likes her and he probably thinks she likes him back and I know it’s not my place to tell him but I feel terrible.”

Right. Liam. You couldn’t do that to your best friend, either way.

There was no argument there.

“Drake? Are you going to say anything or...?”

“Oh, uh, yeah! I don’t think there’s that much to say except, Addams is going to choose whatever she chooses, okay? Even if Bertrand is pressuring her, she’ll do whatever she wants; she’s stubborn like that,” he smiled fondly. “And I guess you gotta trust that she knows.”

“Knows what?”

“Well, that she understands both the reason you brought her here in the first place and that you’re her friend. I’m sure she’ll do whatever she can to help House Beaumont and be happy. She’s one of those people that always finds a way, you know what I mean?”

“I do and I hope you’re right.”

“Psh, when am I not?”

Maxwell pushed him away. “When you said I wouldn’t dare ask the Queen to breakdance with me.”

Drake snorted, “You got me there. I underestimated how inappropriate you can be. And this is from a commoner.”

“I still think she secretly wanted to.”

“Right, maybe she just needed a few more glasses of champagne. Why don’t you try again at the next Beaumont party?”

“Don’t think I won’t.”

They spent the rest of the way laughing and coming up with stupid plans to get the Queen to breakdance.

“Here we are,” Liam announced from ahead of them.

The group moved forward out of the trees and into a clearing. Imposing, mossy stone ruins littered the place, most of them unrecognizable as buildings after so long.

“It’s so beautiful and serene,” Hana breathed out.

Without distractions, Drake’s hunger had returned with a vengeance. “Yep... sure are a bunch of old things here,” he shrugged.

Liam shook his head at him. “It’s so much more than that. There’s something so calm about this place. Can’t you sense it?”

They stood there for a few seconds, their own silence swallowed by the noises made by thousands of bugs and other small critters accustomed to their solitude.

As he’d come to expect, Maxwell broke their silence first, “The only thing I sense is about a million snakes and probably a couple of rock monsters getting ready to attack us.”

Hana’s eyes widened. “Rock monsters? Do you have any rock monsters in Cordonia?”

“It was a joke... just forget it.” Maxwell sighed in defeat.

“I want to find some ghosts,” said Riley, putting her arms up in a “spooky” stance.

“Ghosts?” Hana looked worried, again.

“Maybe one will tell me my future,” piped up Maxwell

That’s not how ghosts work.

“Or devour your soul,” Drake replied in a creepy voice.

Riley shot him a look, “Drake.”

He smiled at her and shrugged. “I’m just saying, that is the likelier outcome!”

“Since some of us,” said Riley pointedly, “seem determined not to take this seriously, why don’t we split up? That way we can all explore however we want.”

“Or not explore,” grumbled Drake.

Riley rolled her eyes at him.

They went their separate ways. Too hungry to be curious, Drake found a rock that looked like it might be halfway comfortable and slumped against it. 

Hana’s already quiet footsteps were further muffled by the leaves and dirt, so he jumped when she addressed him, “Hi, Drake.”

“Hana! You scared the crap outta me!”

She giggled, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to.”

“Yeah, well, next time clear your throat or something.”

“Understood.” 

She slumped – somehow making it look graceful – next to him. 

“So how are you?”

“Same old. Acting like a dumb teenager with a crush, you?”

“Me too... although I never got to be a ‘dumb teenager’ so I wouldn’t know.”

“What are you gonna do about it? I just... I have no idea how to act or what to say or not to say.”

“I don’t think I’ll do anything about it at all. I am here as a suitor and that is something I must keep in mind. Not only that, but she’s my best friend... I don’t think I am prepared to risk our friendship.”

“Well, at least you have some sort of claim, you know? She’s your best friend. I’m... what? Her boyfriend’s best friend?” He scoffed.

They settled into a gloomy silence until Drake spoke again. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’d be risking your friendship. If she doesn’t... feel the same way, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Hana thought about it for a long moment. “You may be right. I’m not certain I’ll have the courage, though.”

“Are you kidding? You came here from so far away and you’ve tried so many new things; of course you do! You have more guts that Liam, Maxwell and I combined. With Addams you might be evenly matched,” he chuckled.

Hana smiled. “Thank you, Drake. I only wish there was a way this could end favorably for everybody.”

Drake didn’t think that needed an answer. They all wished that. Hana patted his shoulder and left as quietly as she’d come.

Almost as soon her barely audible footsteps receded, Drake heard somebody else approach.

“Hey, Addams,” he greeted her.

She stood in front of him. “You look like you’re having a good time exploring,” she said with an arched eyebrow.

Drake grimaced. “Archaeology isn’t really my thing.” 

Plus, I’m fucking hungry. Bordering on hangry.

“You could at least look around.” Riley gestured at the ruins. “It’s not like you come here often.”

“I looked around. There’s some old buildings. That’s about it.”

What happened to being friendlier, dammit?

“Hmm...” Riley considered what he’d said as if he’d actually made and interesting point instead of just sarcastic whining. 

“Don’t you want to know where you come from? And what about insight into how people lived long ago?” 

She sounded so fascinated it was almost enough to get Drake interested. Almost. “They could’ve ridden dragons for all I care. It doesn’t mean much now.” 

There’s enough shit going on in the present, and shit to worry about in the future. Why look at the past?

He could see Riley was getting tired of his attitude. 

Hell, so am I. 

She put her hands on her hips. “So why did you come out here if you don’t really care for these sorts of things?”

Because you looked adorably excited about it? 

As had become common for him, he went with a different version of the truth, “I don’t think we’re going to get many more times like this.”

Riley tilted her head, “Like what?”

“I mean... Liam is going to be king soon.” He swallowed painfully. “And you could very well be his queen. Everything’s going to change.” He bit the inside of his cheek and looked down. What was he going to do the day of the Coronation if he could barely handle the thought?

To his surprise, Riley’s next words were, “You know, you’re right.” 

He looked up to see a fierce look on her face, “We don’t need to associate with the riff-raff. I mean, really, what could you even provide for us? A sense of grounding and humility?”

Drake shook his head but couldn’t help smiling a little. “I see what you’re trying to do here. It’s not going to work.”

“Or maybe someone to sneak us out of the palace? Why would we want that when we’re drinking champagne and shaking ambassadors’ hands?”

She sounds so sure. There’s no way Maxwell’s right, he probably misunderstood. She’s gonna be queen. 

His stomach clenched and he had to make an effort to focus on their back and forth.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep on punching down.”

Riley’s voice softened and she stepped closer. “Or maybe we’ll need a reminder that no matter how tough someone may seem on the outside, there’s a big, lovable softie on the inside.”

“Hey!”

She put her hands on both his shoulders and gave him a goofy smile. “Come on, Drake. There’s a smile inside you somewhere.”

Drake gave up and smiled with a laugh. “You’re the worst, Addams.”

“Would you have me any other way?”

She’s gonna make me say something I’ll regret if she keeps asking those questions. Fuck no, I wouldn’t have you any other way. You’re amazing.

“Addams... We may have had some ups and downs between us, but I want you to know that I’ve enjoyed this little adventure with you. Not just the ruins, but the whole thing since I walked into your bar in New York.” 

He looked her straight in the eyes and tried to say something nice in the least romantic way possible. “You’re... you’re not bad.”

Riley seemed more moved by that than he’d expected. 

Maybe she understands I mean so much more than that. 

“Awww, Drake, I care for you too.”

Goddamn. I care so fucking much and I can’t stop.

“Addams... I...”

Don’t say anything. Think of Liam.

He shook his head and sighed. He let himself meet her eyes; there was such an intense, yet soft look in them. He felt his gaze slowly make its involuntary way down to her lips. He couldn’t remember wanting anything as badly.

“You’re something else...” he choked out. 

He heard her inhale sharply through her lips. She blushed, breaking their eye contact and putting her arms down.

I went too far.

“Now, we really need to get you out of here before you completely lose it.” The conversation was light-hearted again. “All this reflecting isn’t healthy for you.”

“You’re right. If I stay much longer, I might melt into a big ball of mush,” he shuddered. He had to stop putting himself in these situations; he’d come so close to saying or doing something he shouldn’t...

“Let’s go find the others.” He started walking towards the edge of the forest without looking back. Everyone else was already there.

“That was lovely,” said Liam.

“There weren’t any ghosts,” Maxwell complained.

“Why are you sad about that?” Hana seemed to grow more confused by Maxwell the more she knew him.

He shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m kind of curious what a ghost would have to say. Would’ve made a good story.”

“You can always lie. I’ll back you up,” offered Drake.

“There’s an idea!” he exclaimed.

Unexpectedly, Riley wrung her hands nervously, “Maxwell, please don’t tell me any ghost stories.”

“I won’t tell it to you. You’ll be a supporting character in the story.” 

“Do I survive?” she asked with hope.

“No.”

“Aww...”

“Hah,” Drake mocked her.

Maxwell put an arm around Riley and reassured her, “Drake is the first to die, though.”

“Hey!”

Liam chuckled along with everyone but Drake, and then said, “Alright, everyone. It’s time to head out.”

Riley took one last look at the ruins, sounding resigned, “These ruins were bigger than I thought.”

“Could’ve used an open bar in my opinion,” muttered Drake.

Maxwell, who apparently was almost as hungry as Drake, urged them on, “The feast is waiting for us back at the village! Let’s go!”

“That’s the best idea you’ve ever had. Including sponsoring Addams,” said Drake, earning him a push from Riley.

The walk back to the field seemed much longer to Drake, eager as he was for something to eat. 

When they eventually reached the banquet tables, he was relieved to find them still heaping with food; he’d been anxious it would all be gone by the time they returned.

“Wow... That’s a lot of meat!” Riley’s mouth was watering as she looked at the many cloches piled with different types of roasted meats.

“It’s not exactly a feast without it.” Drake said this as he loaded his plate with everything he could reach.

“A little more fruit couldn’t hurt,” Hana murmured, eyeing the comparatively few options a little sadly.

“I wouldn’t mind putting a bunch of fruit on a stake and waving it around like a sword.” Maxwell was already looking around the tables, trying to find something stake-like.

“Alright, let’s grab our food before Maxwell gets any other crazy ideas,” Drake interrupted.

Maxwell spotted a watermelon and grinned. “And then I could wear a watermelon as a helmet...” He smirked. “I’d be unstoppable.”

Drake had to forcibly remove Maxwell from the table before he could carry out any of his plans. Riley got him a bit of everything – except for watermelon – and brought both her and Maxwell’s plates to where Liam and Hana were already sitting. 

Maxwell revealed a champagne bottle he’d managed to swipe from the table before Drake took him away. 

“I’ll go get glasses!” Hana volunteered, and darted to the table to get five of them.

Maxwell popped the champagne and poured some for everyone. He then stood up and raised his glass.

“A toast to all of us and to our friendship!”

“To friendship!” chirped Hana.

“Ugh... to friendship,” agreed Drake reluctantly. 

It’s only all I’ve thought about today.

Liam smiled at them all and said, “To friendship.”

“To friendship!” exclaimed Riley.

They clinked their glasses and drank. 

Damn, if I didn’t get lucky with these people.

[therandomfics]

Strangers Pt 2

Dominick, also known as isirac, had become quite the interesting individual. He was in his 30′s, worked for the city, and was a family oriented kind of person. He was charming, polite, handsome, and articulate. He was you, but with male genitalia. That’s why he was such a person of interest - but not for your case, for you. 

On the opposite end of the spectrum, you’d met up with BHUNT03, Brendon, and were absolutely flabbergasted by the fact that one person could be so in love with their own existence. 

“Yeah, I’ve been here a little while and it just isn’t really my speed,” Brendon had said over dinner. He’d chosen a place that screamed tourist, but you didn’t want to be rude and mention that you’d lived here long enough not to enjoy the cheap thrills of I <3 NY on everything. Plus, as you’d told him several times in the past two weeks, you were from Boston. 

You’d nodded and tried to stomach the idea of anyone wanting to actually be with this guy. “Maybe you should move back to Austin?” you had suggested - harmless, but apparently offensive. 

He scoffed. “See that’s what’s wrong with all of you women up here. You all think you’re hot shit, like you’re better than someone else based on their accent or their hometown. It’s no wonder you’re 30 and single.” 

“Right. You’re 34, correct? 34 and single, and in a city that you hate. Must be a dream come true.” You had excused yourself a few moments later and left. Brendon was a prime suspect for your case now, with all of his pent up anger and lack of respect. Interesting. 

That night you went home and got on your computer to message Dominick. 

Omg.. I just had the worst date of my life. Pretty sure if I hadn’t be vigilant he would have tried to off me in the parking lot. Tell me you’re having better luck? 

isirac: Hell no. The girl I keep trying to take out on a date can’t be bothered with me. 

Surely not. Look at you, Dominick. You’re handsome and smart! Who could say no to you?

isirac: Well then let me take you out, Y/N. I won’t be conventional. Meet me for breakfast in the morning? I have to go in at 8, school starts at 8... so, 6? 

He’d remembered your lie about being a teacher. But, also, he was asking you out, and you thought you might actually like him, so the lying bit was a lot more difficult suddenly. 

Sure! Here’s my number. Text me, and we’ll plan a place to meet up, okay? 

Your phone lit up only a few minutes later. 

Dominick: How about Al Cappucino’s? 

You: Sounds good. I’ll make sure I wear a red sweater so you notice me. 

Dominick: I scarcely believe I’d miss you. 

You: See you in the morning. :) 

Who could sleep? You stayed up that night sorting through the wild abandon of Meet and Mingle, wondering how some of these men were raised, how many of them were predators in the making, and how many of them might actually not be looking for romance at all. 

When you arrived that morning at Al’s, you took a deep breath and walked inside. There he was, sharp as he could be in a pressed suit leaning against the coffee bar. Good. God. He was even more attractive in person and that was no small feat. 

“Hey, Dominick,” you called out, offering him a small wave. 

“Y/N! You didn’t blow me off! I’m shocked,” he laughed, and greeted you with a polite but warm hug. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, honestly.” 

“Let’s sit.” 

You sat down across from him and studied his face for a long moment, taking in the softness of his eyes and the way that his hair was perfectly coiffed. His suit was well tailored and you couldn’t help but notice that he was noticing you, too. 

“I feel like I’ve known you for a long time,” you confessed and felt your cheeks growing red. What were you doing? This was an UC operation. You don’t fall for the potential suspects. 

He didn’t miss a beat or alienate you. “I feel the same way. You’re just really easy to talk to, and honestly after some of the things I see at work, I just want someone that I can have an honest conversation with, y’know?” 

In between bites of the food that you’d ordered, you learned that Dominick had been a life long resident of New York, was a huge fan of anything to do with New York sports, he was Catholic, he was an uncle, he was passionate about his work, and he was really, really smart. Apparently he’d wrapped up law school and was teetering on the fence between his current job, and moving on to practice law. 

“You’re impressive,” you commented, that same blush appearing on his face. “You make me look pretty lame. I teach US History and Political Systems at a school in Brooklyn. Kids these days are pretty.. what do they say, savage? They make me feel old. But, that’s besides the point. I want to know when we’re gonna go see a game together.” 

The clock struck 7:15 and you both sighed. It was time to part ways and head to work. He would go to his job with the city, and you’d go to Brooklyn SVU - or, Millennium High School, whichever. You both stood and walked to the door together, out onto the sidewalk where the city that never slept was waking up from a cat nap. 

“Call me sometime? Sooner rather than later,” he suggested, and opened his arms to you. 

You stepped into the hug and lingered there for a moment. It felt so wonderful to have the touch of another human being; one that wasn’t trying to hit you for arresting them. “I will. But, the phone goes both ways,” you reminded him and pulled away. “See you soon, I hope.” 

“There’s this guy name Brendon Hunt, he’s 34 and works on Wall Street. He’s an asshole and I’m beginning to think a tyrannical misogynist. Look into him,” you said over the phone to TARU. Maybe he’s talked to someone else and they’re missing, or worse. He’s from Austin, TX from what he told me.” You hung up the phone and began scouring through your inbox again. One message stood out among the rest. 

quidproquo: You’re very pretty. Stop dating these jackasses in suits and talk to me instead. 

What makes you think I’m dating a jackass in a suit?

quidproquo: Because I saw you at 7AM. 

Saw me where? 

quidproquo: Al Cappucino’s. 

Your heart stopped for a moment and you grabbed your phone, making a quick call back to TARU. You gave them the user name and let them do their magic, hoping for a result. On the other end of the phone you heard the clicking and typing of the agent trying to find a result for you, but they seemed to be finding nothing but dead ends. 

“It’s coming from an Internet Cafe in Queens.” 

“I haven’t been to Queens in fucking ages,” you grumbled. “Okay. Alright, thank you. If you find anything else out, let me know please. Thank you, again.” 

Hiding out in Queens? What a shame, I heard that place is a slum. 

quidproquo is not receiving messages at this time. 

You tried to click on his profile, but it was suddenly deleted. You screen shot the messages and emailed them to yourself, copying Captain Walker, before shutting your laptop and taking a step back to clear your head. Maybe it was Brendon? Maybe he was mad that you’d gone out with someone else so quickly - but, then why would he be following you? Unless, of course, he had hacked into your profile, which wouldn’t be too surprising if he was as crazy as you suspected. 

Against your better judgement, you opened your laptop back up and went to your inbox again. You had three new messages waiting for you from the past two days, and you knew it was important to keep going until you found the person you were looking for. 

bklawyer06: Sorry you’re so lonely. New York isn’t for everyone, but it looks like we both live in Brooklyn so maybe sometime we’ll run into one another. Maybe sooner rather than later. 

You’re sweet to say that, thank you. Yes, it is pretty lonely but, I can’t imagine why you’d be lonely. A single lawyer in Brooklyn? You’re like a unicorn. 

bklawyer06: Hahaha yeah i guess so but that’s because my office is in Manhattan and the girls there really aren’t my type. All i see are courtrooms, clients, and pretentious women who wear knock off YSL like no one knows. Gotta love Manhattan. 

Lol I feel you there. I avoid the place if I can, really, which is easy bc I work and live here in Brooklyn. Easy commute, too!

B: What do you do, if you don’t mind that I ask? 

I teach US History at Millennium. 

I graduated from MBHS. Does Mrs. Frazier still work in the front office? 

Shit. He wasn’t supposed to ask those kinds of questions. After a quick google search, you found that she had retired last year. 

No, she retired, but it’s a small world isn’t it? I bet we’ve passed by one another before and didn’t even realize. 

B: Next time you pass me by, let me know. You look pretty hot in your pictures so I’d like to see the real thing some time. 

The day’s early. I was planning on going for a run later, maybe you’ll be out? Brooklyn’s kind of large, though. 

B: Take a run through Bennett Field. I was gonna take my dog out around 6. Oh, my name is Daniel. 

Okay, I’ll look for a cute guy with a dog. That’s like, impossible to find. I’m Y/N. See you in a while. 

Did you usually run? No. Were you going to tonight? No, you’d probably jog into the open area of Bennett Field and then stop. It wasn’t that you weren’t in shape, but usually you ran to chase someone down, and you hoped it wouldn’t be that way tonight. You holstered your service weapon in your shoulder harness and slipped your jacket over it, concealing your real reason for the visit, and headed out the door. 

When you arrived, you slowed your pace and jogged idly around the park for about ten minutes before you saw a some-what familiar face. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he called out, his dog jumping wildly in excitement. 

“Hey, Daniel. Nice to see you in person.” You stood a few feet away from him and crouched down to invite his dog over. “Who’s this?” 

“That’s Molly. She loves new people,” he commented and let his eyes wander up and down your body. “You’re prettier in person.” 

You laughed and stood up. “Thanks. I guess I can’t say you’re pretty because that’s too feminine but, you are attractive. Molly, though, is totally gorgeous.” 

Daniel was nice, you decided, although a little forward. It was obvious that he was nervous and wanted to make a good impression somehow, and you just didn’t have the ability to tell him it wasn’t worth the anxiety. He practiced Family Law - he was a divorce lawyer - and had been for two years. He graduated from Baylor and moved back home after college. You made up your story as you went and tried to remember key details of your facade. It went well, and he asked to see you again. 

“Yeah, that would be great,” you agreed. “Should we.. trade numbers?” 

He nodded enthusiastically and handed you his phone. “Put your number in.” 

As you pretended to type, you quickly pulled up his contacts list and looked for the names of the two girls you’d found weeks before. No luck. You typed your number in and handed the phone back. “I’ve gotta get back, but text me sometime and we can get together. Maybe something more formal.” 

After you got back home and showered, you checked your phone to see if you had any news from TARU. You didn’t, but you did have a new text from Dominick. 

D: How was your day? 

You: Hey. I was just thinking about you. It was good, can’t complain much. You?

D: Not bad. I just got home a little while ago. Cleaned up and ready for bed. Is 9PM too early for bed? 

You: Absolutely not. My bedtime is 9:30, don’t feel bad. 

D: What are you doing this weekend? 

You: Grading papers, wishing I had won the lottery. What’s up?

D: Idk nothing, I just wanted to see you. 

You: Okay. :) I think we can make that work. 

You wanted to tell him about your mysterious message from earlier but you knew that it would raise red flags. Why would anyone stalk a teacher? Plus you didn’t want to alarm him, either. Maybe it was just someone being an asshole. You’d find out more tomorrow, hopefully. 

[kz-i-co]

Virgin-less

» Summary: Your friends mock you for being a virgin so you turn to tinder.

» Pairing: Jeon Jeong-guk/ Reader

» Genre: Fluff (eventual smut)

» Words: 3.4k

»  Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

» m.list ╫ bts masterlist

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This was it. This was officially the worst day yet. You weren't really the party goer and you made it clear to yourself that you didn't want to go. But unfortunately you just got back from a two year babysitting job that was against your will to take..

Your mother and you moved to live with your very sick grandfather. The time was tough but you can say that his last few years were great because he finally had family to look after him. When you moved back to your home town you were happy again. Or so you thought.

You had two very close best friends. You were together for the past ten years, growing up together. But you were always the shy introvert of the three. You didn't realize how much has changed within those past two years you were away. Sure you got plenty of updated text but you weren't sure when you were coming back, if ever but now that you were, you were a little uncomfortable.

Your best friend Em was in a very deep relationship that they even talked about getting engaged and your other best friend Tori was in and out of relationships. During high school you didn't feel so left out because you and Tori were the only single ones. You had other friends here and there but you always stuck with the two.

It was pretty clear that you and Tori were the only virgins. You hated how much that word can bother you. You didn't know why you cared so much. But now that you found out that you were the only virgin, you tried your best to avoid the subject.

You never really cared to even have sex. You were more of the hopeless romantic so you always idolized the perfect man to take your virginity. So let's just say you were very picky. You had dates and kisses but none of them were worthy. You kind of just wished you got it over with already to save you from the humiliation.

It was only a few days that you have been back and your friends were already pounding at your door. It made you feel special that they missed you so much and that they loved you. Em invited you to a party, or so a small get together, she called it.

At first you felt nervous because your anxiety always got the best of you. But she swore to you it was a family get together where you would play bored games and such so you finally agreed.

Later that night your friend Tori said she would pick you up after work. When you finally got there, everyone was super nice and friendly. It was mostly filled with Em's boyfriends family and a few of their friends.

The first few hours were fine, you sat down talked with your friends and the family and shared a few drinks. There were a few younger people coming every hour that the adults had the decency to take their party outside. Your friends and the other young people around you were trying to think of a fun drinking game to play.

It finally got settled to a side game of beer pong and another side game that your friend Tori had her pulling out her phone to play this heads up game. It was kind of like charades but there was different decks you can play and you had to try to get the person holding the phone to guess correctly.

The first few rounds were fine, you felt like you were finally having fun. You weren't a drinker but you had a few drinks to let lose a bit. The choice of decks were very simple. Movie celebrities, movies, animals. Then another friend of Em's decided to pick the adult supervision deck. You were over 21 so you weren't worried a bit.

But then the next word is what caused all this trouble. "Virgin."

It didn't bother you at first but your friend Tori decided it would be funny to call you out.

She pointed to you and called out your name. "Its what (Y/N) is." She laughed. You tried to remain calm and hit her shoulder.

You looked up to see other people look your way. You didn't see anyone laugh but you still felt uncomfortable.

You thought you could forget about it but it came up again.

The deck was animals and the word to be guessed was "crazy cat lady." Tori was the one with the phone to her head, so she had to guess.

You were known out of your friends to be the animal lover especially towards cat.

"(Y/N) is this." Your friend Em laughed. You had a smile visible on your face because it was true. You could admit that you were a crazy cat lady.

But Tori was really hitting a nerve tonight when the word "virgin" left her mouth as her guess.

You weren't the type to coward away and run away from your problems so you just falsely laughed and hit your friend once again.

Later that night when you finally were home late in your bed you couldn't get the night out of your head.

You never thought it would be Tori to embarrass you like that. You felt closest to her then Em. You made it final that you were never going to a party again. You didn't even want to speak to your friends again, more then less Tori not Em

Another thing that bothered you was that sex was very personal to you. Even if you had the chance you didn't think you would want to tell them. It was your business and you planned to keep it that way, unless they asked.

Which brings you to think that, you were gone for two years. How was it Tori's business to even assume you have had sex or not. The whole thing just made you sick. The only thing was that losing a friend over something like this was pretty pathetic.

You weren't in a state to think of telling Tori how the whole thing made you feel or just keep it to yourself.

You were scared, angry, confuses, and embarrassed that you weren't thinking straight. You wanted to rub it in your friends face (more Tori's) that you could lose your virginity with no sweat.

You got onto your computer and clicked on Tinder. You swore to yourself that you would never stoop to this level but you had no choice. Your friend had met a lot of bad people from online dating so you always stayed away. So you figured that you get the job done then move on and delete the account forever.

Again, wasn't thinking.

There was surprising a lot of guys in your town who were looking to hook up. You were quite disgusted actually. Young and reckless. That was true. Were you so different? You didn't want to just play around you actually wanted a relationship. Not from Tinder but from someone you could meet face to face.

Your twenties is when you're suppose to meet someone, fall in love, and live the rest of your lives together. But in reality they are screwing around, going to parties and acting like fools. No wonder you can't meet someone.

You kept swiping looking for a cute guy who seemed decent. Mostly every picture a guy either was topless, showing off his abs, or had a drink in his hand. Then the few that weren't looked to be too young or some kind of gamer nerd.

Finally you have gotten around to a guy named Jungkook. His profile picture was him with a few other guys goofing off cutely so you couldn't tell which one was him. But fair enough every guy in that picture was attractive from what you can tell. You made the next step to click on his profile to read his summary.

It was quite cute to be honest. He wrote how his friends forced him to make this account and how uncomfortable he was so if anyone was interested please stand by for some awkward bored-ness. You smiled from his honesty. He made you feel less nervous because he wasn't a guy just looking to hook up. Maybe he was looking for a relationship.

You noticed he had more pictures in his profile so you clicked and started scrolling. You saw more pictures of him alone and finally got the identity of his face. He was gorgeous that you could feel yourself developing a crush already. His smile brightened up his whole face.

You clicked on the part of his profile to show him that you were interested. You were sure he got plenty of girls that were interested so you didn't really know how to stand out.

You decided to make the brave attempt to send him a message.

You let out a deep breath as your fingers danced over the keys. You decided with a short summary of how he got your attention from how laid back he seemed and that he didn't seem boring at all. You also gave a short summary of yourself of how you understood how awkward this whole thing was.

-

The next day you decided to live your life as your normal routine. You got up and made yourself breakfast since your mom was at work and then bum around watching Stranger Things. You completely forgot about the whole tinder thing until you heard your computer jingle with a signal that you got a notification.

You alerted to your computer like usual and you opened up your browser. You felt your heart beating faster as the page that first was open was your tinder, with a red notification near your messages blinking. It couldn't be him right? Maybe it was someone else who looked at your profile. It was new after all.

You slowly moved your curser over to the mailbox. You clicked and you bit your lip seeing that it was Jungkook.

You mentally screamed excitingly. You felt butterflies and you didn't even read the message yet. All you know it could be a rejection.

You finally opened the letter and started reading. He wrote how he looked over your profile and said you were very cute that he couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you were interest in him. You blushed at that. He also wrote how he like how honest and real you seemed. He said that was quite rare on here.

He asked if you were up to meeting him for coffee so you two could get to know each other.

You nervously tapped the keys wondering if you should except. You for sure wanted to without a doubt but you had to tell yourself that this was online dating. It could be anyone. He might not even look the way he does in his picture. His whole profile could be fake. He could really be a creepy 50 year old pervert.

Usually you made a pack with your friends to have them nearby so if it happened to be a psycho killer, they would be near by to protect you. But you didn't want them to know about this. So instead you asked him time and place and grabbed your pepper spray. Yes you actually owned pepper spray.

He told you downtown at Bridgett's in a few hours. That was a popular cafe that you were very familiar with since you were a book nerd.

You were the only one out of your friends to actually go there, so you knew it well. You took a shower and wore a nicer set of causal clothes then usual. You wore light makeup as well. He mentioned that he liked how real you were so you weren't going to show up being someone your not.

When you actually got there, you were quite early so you decided to pace around the Halloween store to pass time, that was a few stores down. You didn't know why you were so nervous. Because he's hot and was interested in you.

When it was finally the exact time you walked back to the cafe and slowly made your way inside. The place was crowed so you didn't have to worry about getting murdered.

You watched as you noticed the back of someone head get drinks and move down towards a table. When he turned around to sit down you noticed him. It was Jungkook.

"Oh my god it's really him." You whispered to yourself.

It wasn't some 50 year old pervert. Your smile faded as he caught your stare.

He smiled as soon as he saw you and you started to walk forward. He stood up once you got closer.

"Jungkook?" You asked. You knew it was him but you just wanted to clarify.

He nodded. "(Y/N)?" He asked back.

You nodded.

"Wow, you're more beautiful in person." He started to sit.

You blushed following his steps.

"So....What brings you to tinder." He smiled.

"What brings you?" You asked back.

"I asked you first." He responded back.

Should you be honest with him? Would he think of you differently.

"Tired of being single." You shrugged.

He lost his smile. Maybe he was hoping for a more exciting answer.

"Well for me.....I just got out of a bad relationship so my friends thought this was the answer."

"Are you ready to date?" You asked interested.

"I could be." He slightly smiled. "Are you going to tell me your real answer? You don't look the type for tinder."

"How could you tell?" You leaned forward.

"You seem like a nice girl."

"Maybe I'm not?" You smirked.

He bit his lip trying to think.

"Are we going to have sex? Isn't that what tinder's about?" You continued.

"It doesn't have to be." He sweetly said.

"So you don't want to fuck me?" You didn't know what was with you. This whole thing was just making you frustrated.

"You want me to just fuck you...there's a bathroom back there but I was hoping you were different." He said coldly and started getting up towards the bathroom. "Maybe you should change your profile status."

"Wait." You grabbed his hand and forced him to sit back down. "Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

He looked at you confused yet annoyed.

"I joined tinder because my stupid friends." His expression didn't change. "I'm a virgin....okay."

He raised his eyebrows.

"I know pathetic....But my friend decided to have the decency to announce to everyone in the middle of a party that I was a virgin so I came to tinder to maybe meet someone who will help me and I can rub it in my friends faces." Your face felt flushed as you blurt out everything.

"I'm just tired of being a loser that's all." You said more quietly.

"Being a virgin doesn't make you a loser.....and if you have friends who tell you that, aren't real friends." You looked up. He had a sad expression hidden in his face.

"Maybe." You almost whispered, wiping the single tear that fell.

"I'll have sex with you."

You looked back up confused. "What?"

"But......can we do it the old fashion way?" He smiled.

"Like how?" You softly spoke.

"I take you on a proper date first and then maybe I'll show you my apartment."

"Lets go." He got up and grabbed your hand. He led you outside and started down the street until you reached the Halloween store you were in earlier.

You took him by surprised and led him inside. When you got further inside you stopped at a button on the floor. You looked at him and smirked before stepping on to it.

The button worked it's magic as a ginormous spider jumped out towards your faces. You knew it was coming from it getting you before but you still mange to jump. You noticed that Jungkook was still standing in his same spot unaffected.

He turned and looked at you unamused but a smile hidden. "Really?"

"That didn't scare you?" You tried not to laugh.

"No."

"Huh....not that jumpy type." You started walking towards the next display. You loved Halloween, it was your favorite holiday.

"Are you dressing up?" You asked as you passed some costumes.

"Not sure yet....But I guess I'll have to for my friends Halloween party."

You continued to browse through costumes. "You want to come?" You turned around from his sudden question.

"I don't like parties." You pursed your lips sadly.

"Me neither." You looked up seeing him smiling at you.

...

A little while later he walked you through the park as the sun was going down. He led you further into town as you reached an apartment building. This must be his.

He led you inside to a small cozy home. He took off your jacket after he led you inside.

"Okay." You felt nervous. "We don't have to do this."

"You're nervous."

"Yeah." You shrugged.

"I know you just want to get it over with but your first time is suppose to be memorable." You thought about what he said.

"Sorry that was cheesy but it's true." You made it official. He was It, he was your contender. You liked him. He was a sweet decent guy. And you didn't want to have sex with him. At least not today.

"Can we just sit and watch a movie or something?" You smiled.

"I'd like that." He liked your answer.

He was glad that you made the right decision, the smart decision.

You agreed on Netflix and started watching stranger things. He never watched it before so you convinced him. Three episodes in he paused and got up and headed towards the kitchen. Soon later he came back with two bowls of ice cream and two cokes.

You thanked him as you unpaused the video.

He started laughing that you had to turn your head to see what was so funny. You noticed him glancing at you still giggling.

"What's so funny?" You whined.

"You have-" He couldn't contain his laughter.

"What?" You pouted.

He leaned forward and brought his thumb up to your nose wiping, you were assuming ice cream off your face. He wiped the substance on his jeans and stared back at you. He was so close you felt like the air was sucked out of the room.

You felt lightheaded as you saw him lean forward. It felt like time was moving slowly as your lips touched.

You could taste the frozen chocolate on his lips. You stomach flipped with excitement that you finally got more confident. Your lips worked together faster as the kiss was growing deeper by the second. You felt his tongue graze your bottom lip causing more friction. You felt him lean in closer that your back hit the couch underneath you.

The atmosphere felt intimidating but felt right. You felt his fingers dance under the fabric placed on your hip. The make out session was the most intense that you have ever experienced. Jungkook pulled away to get a breather but you felt him move quickly down to your neck.

His lips felt warm against your neck that you felt the pleasure built up between your legs. You knew he was just as affected as you felt his member poke your cover core through his jeans.

As he moved lower down towards your collar bone you couldn't help but moan.

"Jungkook?" You moaned.

"Huh." He continued to kiss your skin.

"Isn't this going to far?"

He looked up at you biting his lip. "Good call." He got up.

"Shall I walk you home?" You lived in town so your house wasn't too far.

"I'd like that." You smiled.

...

"Thank you for not being a serial killer."

"You are very welcome." He laughed.

"So can I take you out again?" He blushed.

"Yeah, I'm free tomorrow."

"Okay." He smiled. He leaned in and wrapped his hand around your neck bringing you in closer. His lips gently stroked yours once again taking your breath away. Who needs sex? You were happy just being around him.

You were quite relieved that you didn't go with it. That wasn't you. You want a cute passionate relationship and you could tell this was the beginning of one.

"Good night." He whispered as he pulled away.

"N-night." You were breathless.

"See you tomorrow." He smirked as he got into his car.

You blushed as you walked inside to your mother passed out on the couch. You couldn't wait until tomorrow.

[theres-no-paradise]

Sorry not Sorry

Chapter 7

Summary: A random number wakes you up early on a Saturday morning. But it doesn't stop there. The stranger keeps on sending messages, and you have no idea what is happening, when you start to develop feelings for the unknown person.

Pairings: Tom Holland  x Reader [submit your name: How it works]

Y/N your Name

Y/F  your friends name

Word Count:  1726

Chapter 8 

Warnings: There will be swearing for sure, lots of sarcasm

A/N: And here we have Chapter 7! Sorry for the delay though, I needed to change some things and wasn't happy with the outcome yesterday. I hope you enjoy this and let me know what you think :)

You both sat in silence for a moment, trying to understand what the words exactly meant which you just said a few minutes ago. ‘He is here’, you repeated these three words in your mind over and over like a mantra, searching through the crowds of people for a face that seemed to be familiar but you knew, that wouldn't happen. You had no idea who Tom was, what his face looked like, nor what colour his hair had. You didn't know anything and it turned you mad as you were looking at each person in the room. While you searched for him, Y/F wanted to know more about it.

“Are you serious? Where? How? Why?”, were the words she threw at you, nearly as hysterical as you felt.

“I don’t know! He texted me that he’s in his favourite Pub which apparently is this one!”, you answered a little fierce, your eyes glaring through the pub in hope to recognize him somehow.  

“Oh God. But how do we know who he is?”, Y/F asked the question, you've been trying to answer to yourself for the past few minutes. Maybe a huge blinking light would appear over his head or he’d just stare back at you and you’d know automatically that it was him. You know, just as in all this Soulmate Stories. But honestly, none of that would happen. You didn't know how he looked and he had no idea who you were. So how were you supposed to find out, who of these dozens of men was Tom.

“His friend’s at the restroom … so maybe-”, you remembered from his Text and Y/F continued: “If we see who comes out we can actually check where he’s going!”

It was a good idea, but you started to feel bad about this whole thing. You weren't ready yet to meet the guy you texted with for the past weeks. Not even a bit.

“Urgh, I feel sick. Can we leave?”

“No way! I actually wanna see the guy who’s been stealing your time for so long”, your best friend insisted and gave you a serious look.

“But Y/F … I don't think it's a good idea to stay. This is so … unplanned”, you tried to convince her but she shrugged it off. “And that's the best way to get to know each other. Oh look! Cute guy alert coming from the restroom. You think this is the friend? What's his name again? Haz?”, the name dropped a little too loud and the guy with the light hair and bright blue eyes turned around, catching a glimpse of the girl that was none other than Y/F. Your face was as red as a tomato and you slapped Y/Fs arm lightly. “Stop it!!”, you whisper shouted.

“Sorry”.

Your phone buzzed and caught your attention again. “I can't read it, I’m too anxious. You do it; I really can't because I might throw up”, you said, shoving the device in your best friends direction, so she could take it.

Then Y/F read the message, only loud enough for you to hear.

Not Tom Hardy :(: Cat got your tongue? Where you at? Home?

Y/F waited for your reaction but there was none. You sat there, silent and looking quickly at your hands that were holding the glass of beer in front of you. Then, as you sat there, your face started to change colours from deep red to white as your gaze got stuck on the guy who reacted to the name ‘Haz’. He just sat down on the bench in the far back corner of the Pub, another guy sitting opposite of him, typing something into his phone while the blue-eyed friend said something. He turned in his seat and looked around until he found your table, saying something to his friend, that still stared at his mobile. You gulped as realization started to hit slowly.

Not Tom Hardy :(: Haz is back. I’ll text you later since you seem to be busy.

As Y/F read the second text, she caught your stare and followed suit but what you didn’t expect was for the guy to look up from his phone and stare back at you immediately. Y/F’s eyes widened as she looked over to the table and then she said something, that made you feel even more nauseous: “Hey, isn't that actually the new Spiderman guy?”

“I think I have to vomit.”

“What?”

You stood up and walked quickly to the restrooms. Closing the door behind you, you breathed in and out. It couldn't be. He couldn't be the guy you've been texting for the past month, right? This was not the Tom, was it? Tom Holland? Really?

No, you were overreacting once again and your brain was making up things. You were so stressed out, that you even forgot your phone on the table. How silly.

After refreshing yourself with some water, you walked back to your table where Y/F waiting for you with a confused look on her face. As you were about to sit down, a voice from behind startled you. “Can we talk?” Y/F mouth dropped and her eyes went wide and so did yours, once you turned your face to see to whom the voice that spoke, belonged to.

Since you couldn't get a word out, you just nodded and followed the guy, that you recognized from earlier, outside.

“Hi”

“Hi”

Awkward silence.

“I always imagined to meet you under different circumstances but here we are I guess …”, he said after a few minutes of standing next to you. You didn't know what to answer and you definitely didn't know how to react. Stare at him or the streetlamp that was surrounded by a dozen of moths and other insects, that were drawn to the light? Maybe just observe the people that were walking by? Oh and this advert on the wall looked suddenly very interesting. At some point the silence made you feel very awkward and you saw Tom looking at you, waiting for a return probably.

“I … You … Uh … So- you really are Tom Holland, huh? Who would've guessed …?”, you stuttered and moved around awkwardly. Moments like this made you very nervous, so you had to shift a little around with your feet. “Are you surprised?” “Surprised? Tom, I am shocked. I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack because I feel so … so …” “Exposed?”, he finished your sentence as you were at a loss for words.

“Yes!”

“Yeah that's how I kinda feel, too”, he admitted, still looking at you.  

“This is so weird”

“I know right. But hey, at least I know you’re real! And I gotta be honest, you don't look like you're 25”, he laughed. It seemed that the whole situation was a lot easier for him than you. Maybe joking around made him less nervous, who knew.

“Yeah and you look like you're still in High School”, you countered, earning a loud and heartily laugh from the boy next to you.  

“Hey, that hurts! But I guess it is really you since you haven't lost your humour”, smiling, he nudged you a little.   “I'm still freaked out about this situation though.”

“No need to be. We can just pretend that we’ve known each other for a while.”he came forward with the proposal, but you only laughed nervously.

“Good Joke. You do realize that I'm still about to lose my shit since I'm talking to fucking Spider Man, right?”

“Then just talk to Tom”, was his simple answer.

You stared at him once again, taking everything in you could. His hair, eyes, nose and lips. The shape of his jaw, height and overall stature. You had to admit, he was even cuter in real life than all the movies you've seen him in before. And he seemed to be definitely the nice guy you got to know while texting. Would you give it a shot and keep the conversation going or would you leave him be since he was out of your league?   It was Tom Holland after all.

After what felt like a hundred years, Tom’s voice sounded once again: “Wanna go back inside? Its getting a little crowded.” “Yeah, I think I’ll head home anyway. This was a lot to take in tonight”, you admitted and followed Tom back inside with a sunken head. You felt horrible, self - conscious and absolutely not in the mood for more surprises. Tom nodded and headed straight back to the booth were his friend, Haz, was waiting for him. You sat down at the table you’ve occupied earlier together with Y/F. “So? What did you guys talk about?”, she asked curiously. The shock she seemed to have earlier was obviously gone but your heart still beating at a fast rate. “Nothing really. I’m still to overwhelmed right now”, you admitted and finished off your drink. “Do you think, we should join their table?”, your best friend asked, her eyes shiny as brilliants. “I’d rather not.”

“Why?”

“I just don't want to bother him any longer tonight and I also feel sick”

“I bet you aren't bothering him”

You didn't say anything for a few more minutes which made Y/F fretful, as she twitched around in her seat, waiting for a reaction on your side. “I'm going home” “Oh cmon, I thought we were going out, clubbing and getting wasted? It's been so long” “No, really, I need some time for myself now. I’m really sorry”, and with that you left a twenty Pound bill on the table and left the Pub without looking one last time to the back. You felt them, though. The stares. The brown eyes that belonged to Tom were watching every move you made, as you walked out of the building.

Not Tom Hardy :(: I hope we don't stop talking

You: Did I ever stop answering you?

Not Tom Hardy :(: Gladly you didn't

You: Does that answer your question?

Not Tom Hardy :(: :)

As you read the last message, you figured it was time to change Tom’s Contact Name. You deleted ‘Not Tom Hardy :(‘ and smiled as the new name appeared on the screen of the chat after changing it.

The Spiderman

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[madqueenalanna]

Of apples and other sweet things

York and Carolina go apple-picking, and she’s got something to tell him. Sequel to “Of roller coasters, emotional and otherwise.” For @lostlegendaerie and @ariosedreamer.

“Fun fact about apple picking,” York said, zipping up his hoodie. “I used to get hay fever wicked bad when I was a kid and so I’d get all itchy and uncomfortable, but I didn’t know it was an allergy because my dad told me it was all part of the experience.”

“It’s definitely an experience,” Carolina agreed as they entered the orchard.

“I also swelled up the first time I ate pineapple, and he just told me that now there’s more of me to love. I actually have a shocking amount of stories where my dad just completely failed to recognize I was having a medical emergency.”

“That should be more worrying than you think it is, York.”

“I’m alive,” he said defensively. “And I took like four Benadryl before we got here, so I’m fine.”

“I think your dad was trying to kill you.”

“Well, I’m not about to send him a father’s day card saying I lived bitch so it doesn’t matter. What kinda apples do you want?”

“All of them,” she said immediately.

“What, every apple in the field?”

She laughed. “Yeah, if you can swing it.”

“I mean, I’ll try, but…” He looked doubtfully down at the plastic bag they gave him. “This isn’t gonna hold that many.”

“Sure it will. Just push ‘em in.”

“Oh, okay.” The side of the bag listed the types of apples in the orchard and their seasons. “I thought there were like two types of apples. Like, there’s green, and there’s red. What the fuck is Macoun? What’s a Northern Spy?”

“I want to try a weird one. What’s the weirdest sounding apple that’s in season right now?”

“Uh… Jonagold.”

“Cool. We’re finding one of those.” She marched off down the lines of trees, inspecting every sign for the one she was looking for. York had to grin and follow.

They’d picked a perfect day for this, just a hint of chill in the air and a blue, blue sky above. There were a lot of families, and that particular scream-laugh of children was all around. Later he would have to see if she’d be up for going through the pumpkin patch, maybe taking some home and carving dirty jack-o-lanterns.

Wash liked to call them dates, these trips of theirs, and they… were and they weren’t. In the sense that they were an outing between two people who genuinely enjoyed each others’ company, yes, absolutely. Like any good date, Carolina had picked him up with a coffee and the playlist he liked thrumming through her speakers; like any good date, he intended to invite her in after they got home and lay her down in his fresh-washed sheets with the sun still warming their faces.

After the chaos of their amusement park outing, they’d gone right back to not talking about feelings. They talked about so much else, though, that York didn’t have it in him to mind; everything else would come in time, or it wouldn’t, and he would learn to live with that too. Just being with her, laughing with her, seeing her the way no one else got to– like when she got so drunk she burst into tears when his dog licked her hand– that wasn’t nothing. That was everything.

She vanished into the lines of apple trees and he let her go, picking a few of whatever was nearby, a few huge Honeycrisp and a bunch of the sharp McIntoshs he liked. One of them was so ripe it fell into his hand with hardly any twisting, stem and all, and it looked so photogenic he had to pull out his phone and save something for Instagram later. Surprised to see a missed call from South, he took the picture quickly and called her back.

“South Dakota’s down-home barbeque, you kill it, we grill it, how can I enrich your day today?”

“God,” York said with a laugh. “Please tell me you knew it was me when you picked up.”

“So can I enrich your day or not?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. You called me first.”

“Oh, yeah, that was a mistake. I was trying to change your contact picture to that one I got of you mid-sneeze and I called you accidentally.”

“Aw, I thought you deleted that picture.”

She laughed. “Why would I delete that? Anyway, how’s the great outdoors?”

“I’m not sunburned, but all this fruit is stressing me out. I’m craving a pizza hardcore.”

“Yeah, relax, you’ll be over for dinner tomorrow. You want pineapple on yours?”

“You’re a terrible friend,” he complained. “Did Carolina tell you I’m allergic to pineapple? Does she tell you everything? Is nothing sacred?”

“Nothing,” she agreed. “Have you… talked to Carolina yet?”

“Uh, I guess so, we’ve been talking all day. What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” she said again. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Just… one thing, real quick?”

“Sure.”

“Did I enrich your day?”

He hung up without a goodbye, but he was laughing.

***

He found Carolina in a row of trees heavy with little apples the size of his palm. She was reaching up to grab the perfect one, smooth and round and red as a fairy tale, only to hand it to a little brown-haired girl bouncing around the base of the tree. “Thank you!” the girl said in her peeping child’s voice, before running off.

“That was cute,” said York, picking his way through the rotting apples on the ground to stand beside her.

“Yeah. Kids like me, for some reason. I never know what to say to them, though, I get so nervous. One time a kid told me my hair reminded him of Clifford the big red dog and I just said ‘no’.”

York laughed. “I just get the weird questions about my eye.”

“What’s the weirdest one you ever got?”

“One of Wash’s eight billion nieces was very concerned that I only had one eye, because apparently when she asked her mother why we need two eyes, her mother told her that we have one eye to look up at God and the other to watch out for the Devil. She was very concerned that I would only be able to do one or the other.”

Carolina smiled. “What did you tell her?”

“That my eye is just twice as good as normal eyes, so it works out the same. Did you find the apple you were looking for?”

“Not yet. I found this one, though.” She picked out of her bag another one of the small apples on the trees. “Try it.”

“What kind is it?” He took a bite; it was very light, very sweet. He tended to prefer the sharper, crisper apples, but this was nice too. So was the way she watched him eat it, her eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“It’s called a Sweetie,” she said. “I got it for you. A Sweetie for my sweetie.”

He choked on the apple. “Christ alive,” he gasped, voice hoarse. “That’s the lamest thing you have ever said to me.”

“Good,” she said. “I topped my last best, then. I’ll top this one too. It’s good to have ambition.”

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said. “You’re really gonna kill me someday.”

“Maybe,” she said. “But before you die, you’re gonna live.” There was apple juice on his chin; she leaned in and kissed it away.

***

They did find the apples Carolina wanted, near the edge of the orchard. “You always make me go through so much effort for you,” he complained, but he was smiling. “First you make me go outside in the outdoors, which has sun and bees, and then you drag me all the way down this orchard for some weird hybrid apple whose name I am probably pronouncing incorrectly.”

“You pronounce every word incorrectly. You’re from Boston.”

“Hey! I mean, I know, but you’re talking a big game for someone from Texas.”

She made a face at him but then turned to eye the gnarled Jonagold tree. This section had apparently been picked over, because there were not many ripe-looking apples on the tree, and most were near the tops of the trees. “Dare me to climb up there and get those?”

“Nope,” he said immediately. “I don’t want you to die or break the tree.”

“I won’t break the tree,” she scoffed, like he hadn’t even mentioned the other thing. “I just want a few. Just keep lookout so I don’t get yelled at.”

“I’m gonna yell at you!”

She ignored him and swung up into the tree. He put his bag on the ground and looked at her anxiously, ready for anything. She tossed him an apple, and then another, and when those were safely in his bag she made to climb down… but her boot slipped when a shingle of bark flaked off, and she started to fall. York rushed forward and caught her before she hit the ground.

“I warned you,” he said. He expected her to roll her eyes, maybe snap at him. He thought she might tell him off or mock him in return. But as ever, Carolina never did what he expected of her.

“I love you,” she said, and he was so surprised he just dropped her. “Ow.”

“Don’t joke about that,” he said, stepping back. She stood up and brushed the dirt from her ass.

“I’m not joking. I thought about using a line, like, I dunno, looks like I’ve fallen for you, but that’s such a you thing to do that I…” She looked uncertain, suddenly, confused and almost nervous. “I’m sorry, maybe this isn’t the best…”

“No– no.” He moved in closer again, took her hands in his. “Say it again. If you mean it, say it again.”

“I love you,” she said without hesitation. “I love you, York.”

He pulled her into a tight embrace. “Oh, God, Lina. I didn’t really think you’d ever…”

“Me neither,” she admitted against his shoulder. In her combat boots, she was just his height. “But ever since the roller coaster, I did a lot of thinking… I realized every time I think about my future, you’re always there, and I thought about why that is, and it’s because I don’t want a future that doesn’t have you in it. If– if that sounds good to you.”

God, but it was weird to see self-assured Carolina stumbling over her words, and he knew it was because this was important to her– that he was important to her. “That sounds perfect. Oh, God, Carolina, can I kiss you?”

“You’d better,” she said with a little smile, and he leaned in to crush their mouths together. Their noses bumped together and he had to reorient himself with a little laugh, and their lips were sticky with apple juice, and the sun was beating down relentlessly and his black hoodie suddenly felt too warm. It was the best kiss he ever had.

[elchumpo]

4

Cesar, Tommy, and I have known each other for most of our lives and did basically everything together until he changed schools in 6th grade. Although we couldn’t drive yet Cesar remained a close friend and the separation somehow made our friendship even stronger, we called ourselves “the triforce”. Pretty ridiculous yeah but so were we, countless laughs were shared in this house along with Cesar’s brothers and their friends as well, the Palace was a hub for our crew of motley nerds. Tommy and I set up at our own computers and logged in to meet Cesar and Mark in-game.

Caleb was a few years older and would play with us but usually on a different server going about his own quests while Mark, being the youngest, was always quick to join in on whatever the three of us were doing. We played for hours, forgetting our worldly issues and swapping out songs to show each other. Besides Caleb who would have the occasional drink we were a sober bunch of kids just enjoying each others’ company grinding out levels in a digital world while hanging out in the real one. Once our eyes started to sting we logged out and Tommy motioned for Cesar and I to follow him as he headed out of the office, Mark trotted along after us. “Hey you mind giving us a minute?” Tommy asked a disappointed Mark who already knew this would happen. “Still not old enough huh?” Mark retorted as he headed back toward the office, he and Cesar shared a bedroom and would always be annoyed when we held “meetings” that he couldn’t be a part of. “Just for a little bit!” Tommy promised to an already closed door. Cesar couldn’t be bothered to make his little brother feel better, even though we all got along great the siblings seemed to always be inches away from an argument, probably due to all the testosterone in the house.

“So what’s going on?” Cesar asked as we entered his room. There was a bunk bed, a wooden chair, and a little red couch in the corner, we all sat down and took a breath. A bead of sweat went down my face as I watched Tommy look for the right words in his head. “Uh, Leonard and I went to our homecoming dance the other day and..” “Natasha?” Cesar interrupted as the embarrassment raced up my neck and unto my face. I hated the way people said her name to me. “Hey..” I started to speak up without knowing where my sentence was going. “I don’t really-” “I’m not asking you to talk about it.” said Tommy, saving me from myself. “I just-” He shot a look to Cesar. “WE just want you to know whatever happened between you guys we’re on your side and here for you.” Cesar nodded vigorously in agreement. “Although I would like to know what happened.” He added as Tommy shot him another look, less friendly this time. I couldn’t help but chuckle, these guys reminded me that everything was okay even though I sure didn’t feel like it was.

“Nah, I’d much rather hear about you guys’ girl issues!” I finally perked up and was ready to hear about someone else’s troubles. “Not much to report here.” Tommy started unenthusiastically “I have to work the camera for our project but as soon as I can I’m breaking up with Eliza, I thought things would get better once we started dating for real but we just don’t click.” He tried playing it off but I could tell Tommy was disappointed. He had been genuinely working on their relationship for a couple of months now and it looked like he thought it was all going to waste. Before I could respond Cesar spoke up to save Tommy the trouble of wallowing. “Well I’m doing great! My girlfriend and I text every day and she’s really cool, I can’t believe I found her!” Cesar had recently found a girl on facebook and they had been messaging nonstop, within a week they were going out. “You still haven’t met her right?” I asked trying my best not to be a downer. “Nope but she says we will meet up soon, she’s just a two hour drive away and none of us can drive so..” Tommy and I exchanged glances. We had seen her profile before and they have sent pictures to each other holding signs confirming the others’ existence, but there was something unsettling about the whole situation.

I only had one girlfriend which was back in eighth grade and I screwed it up massively when I ended up falling for you-know-who. Tommy had also only been in one relationship which was currently on the fritz. So neither of us really had the heart to tell Cesar that his relationship didn’t feel right, mostly because we weren’t too sure of it ourselves! Cesar had never had a girlfriend before this facebook one but he seemed to be on the lookout, potentially because Tommy and I already experienced it but usually it would just be us three. Now that we were getting older and the dynamics between us and other people were starting to change, who was really to say what was normal and what wasn’t, especially with social media just now starting to pick up steam. So Tommy and I ended up congratulating Cesar on his good fortune, genuinely wishing him the best when my phone beeped the power rangers theme, informing me I had received a text. I looked at my friends with an raised eyebrow and was given shrugs in return, the two people I almost exclusively text were right in front of me.

“Donny?” was on my screen, sent from an unknown number. “Who the fuck?” I thought out loud as Tommy snickered from his seat. “It’s Shelly right? You were just telling me about her at school.” He had a gleam in his eye that pissed me off for some reason. “Who’s Shelly?” Cesar piped up in curiosity as I messaged back confirming it was her. “We went to middle school with her, she was one of the announcement girls.” Tommy recounted. Our middle school had morning announcements that would play every day. It would start with a Linkin Park screaming us awake and end with Shelly recapping any fun activities going on that week with a “HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!!!” 

“Ohh right, her?” Cesar was a little surprised and so was I, I had completely forgotten that was her. Shelly was a year under us and everything from that school had slipped my mind. “Damn I knew I recognized her from somewhere.” I said under my breath. “Don’t mean to be a bother but you didn’t show up to rehearsal today :(” another text flashed on my screen and I read it twice over, what was going on? “Dude lemme see!” Tommy said as he grabbed the phone from my stunned hands. “oooooooooo!” Cesar’s eyebrows seemed to go through his forehead. “Guys come on I barely know this chick. I didn’t even remember she was the announcement girl!” I made my case to a swift rebuttal. “But she sure remembered you weren’t at rehearsal todaaay~” Tommy was already cracking up and Cesar’s suggestive face was making him laugh even more. “Gimmie that!” I exclaimed while taking my phone back to respond that I would try not to miss rehearsal again. I received a speedy reply. “Don’t worry I just wanted to make sure you were alright” a beat later and there was another. “Are you?”

My mind started racing. What was this girl doing texting me? Not only was she the announcement girl and pretty popular but she wasn’t even actually the president of drama club! Why would she care if I skipped out? “Yeah, I’m fine.” I typed out but before I could send it Tommy grabbed my arm. “Dude!! Ya can’t do that!” I looked at him even more puzzled than before. He took my phone once again and deleted the period at the end of my sentence. “Whew, alright any other suggestions?” Cesar thought for a second and then added “She used a frowny face right? Maybe send her a smiley.” I was at a loss for words. “Hold on, what are we doing here?”I asked as Tommy looked at me with disbelief. “We’re saving you from ruining whatever chance you might have with this girl!” Cesar nodded in agreement. “My girlfriend and I almost exclusively send messages, what you were doing was text suicide.” He tacked on while I snatched my phone out of Tommy’s hands. It was true I hadn’t really thought about Michelle as some kind of potential partner at all until right now, she was pretty cute after all. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to keep some bridges open, right?” I thought to myself as I finished typing up my reply. “Yeah I’m fine, thanks for checking up on me :)” I sat there with at my phone in silence as I studied the unsent message along with my best friends’ faces, they looked about as confident as I felt. I quickly erased the smiley, hit send, and then proceeded to throw my phone to the other side of the room. We sat there for a second before all of us busted out laughing and started up smash bros. “What am I even thinking?” I asked myself right before I came up with a refreshing answer. I wasn’t thinking about Natasha.