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[perfect-fourth]

"Am I...alone, now?"

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everyday its like

1. log on

2. see post(s) that irritate me

3. resist urge to make post that would get me flayed alive bc noone understands nuance & im bad at wording things

4. the cycle repeats

[alibis-and-wine]

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[diamonddaze01]

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pairing: hong jisoo x gn!reader genre: fluff, friends to lovers | wc: 2.65K summary: Joshua is drunk. You know this because he keeps smiling at you. a/n: this is entirely inspired by ep.1 of nana tour where shua is drunk and is just smiling at everyone like ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ the entire time // i love this boy with my whole heart // flashbacks are in italics!!!

Joshua Hong is drunk; you can tell. 

As the fire starts to slowly die out but the raucous laughter still rings out around the beach, Joshua keeps catching your eye. And it's because he's drunk. It's not the way his nimble fingers have stopped playing intelligible chords on his trusty guitar ("her name is Susan," he had told you the first night you slept over, too drunk to make it home after a rager), nor is it the way his rap battle with Chan had stopped making sense 4 verses ago. No, you can tell Joshua is drunk because every time he looks at you, he smiles. 

It's not his normal smile, warm and reassuring. No, this smile is reserved only for you, you realize. His eyes scrunch into upside down Us and his mouth scrunches up, and he looks like an emoji, and it's possibly the most endearing thing you've ever seen. And that smile, that adorable emoji smile, is how you know two things for sure: First, Joshua Hong is drunk. And second, you're hopelessly, irrevocably in love with your best friend.

The first time Josh smiles at you like that, he's dragging you home after one of Seungcheol's infamous parties (or you're dragging him - honestly, who knows?).

"Your house is too far," he pants, half from exertion, half from laughing too hard at heaven knows what. "You can sleep over at mine, I have extra sh-" his statement is interrupted by a burp, and the two of you dissolve into giggles all over again.

"Ew," you say, wiping tears from your eyes as you tamper down on a giggle threatening to escape you. "Joshua cooties. Jooties!"

He slips his arms through yours and drops a sloppy, drunken kiss into your hair. "Mmmm," he hums.. "Jooties. Yes." And then he smiles at you, and it feels like the world has dropped from under your feet.

It’s not the typical grin you’ve seen him flash countless times—no, this one is different. His eyes crinkle so deeply at the corners, turning into soft crescents, and his mouth curves upward in a way that makes his whole face light up. It’s the kind of smile that’s so sincere and pure, it seems to melt right into you, warm and gentle. His cheeks lift, and there’s a playfulness in his expression that feels intimate, like you’re the only one who gets to see this side of him.

And for the first time in two years, your heart skips a beat. Joshua Hong has never smiled at you like this before, and it’s the first time you wonder if maybe you love him.

The dying fire pops and Soonyoung jostles against you on accident, shaking you from your reverie. Joshua had already been looking at you, and when you meet his eyes, he smiles again, and it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest.

Needing a break from Mingyu's never-ending ad-libs, you nod your head away from the group, and he stumbles his way over, the corners of his mouth still twitching upwards as you lead him to a quiet stretch of the beach.

"Where are we going?" he asks, tripping over the consonants a little.

“Just wanted some fresh air,” you reply, settling on the cool sand. Joshua flops down next to you, the remnants of laughter still bubbling in the air.

The stars twinkle above, a cosmic array that feels almost too magical to be real. Joshua gazes up, his eyes wide and shining. “Do you think… do you think the stars have feelings?” he muses, his tone dreamy and childlike.

This is the part of Shua you love the most, you realize - the boy who always has so much wonder and curiosity about the world. “Like… what do you mean?”

“I mean, they’re up there all the time, shining away. Maybe they feel lonely?” He turns to you, his expression earnest despite his earlier drunken shenanigans. “What if they just want someone to look at them?”

The second time Joshua smiles at you like that is on a summer night, only a few weeks after Seungcheol’s party. You’re both lying on the grass outside your apartment, too tired from the long day at the beach to make it inside.

His leg is casually brushing against yours as he points out constellations.  His hand grazes yours, and you will yourself to be very, VERY still, your heart racing in your chest as you focus on the warmth radiating from him.

“Look!” he suddenly exclaims, pointing to a star twinkling especially bright in the dying summer light. “It’s the happiest star in the galaxy!”

You glance over at him, catching the way his profile is softly lit by the stars and the dim lights from your yard. He looks like a dream. You tear your gaze away, following his finger up into the sky. “Happiest star, huh?” you ask, trying to play along even though all you can think about is the heat from his skin. “Why’s that?”

Joshua turns his head toward you, and when you look back at him, you see that smile again. His eyes crinkle in the most endearing way, like they’re scrunched shut from happiness. His lips curve into a soft, easy smile that stretches across his face—completely unguarded, completely natural. His whole expression radiates warmth and affection, like it’s the kind of smile that could only exist when he’s with you, in this moment.

It’s so genuine, so full of quiet joy, that for a second, you feel like the whole world stops, and it’s just the two of you, lying under the stars.

“Because it knows how special we are,” he whispers, his voice soft and sincere. And for a brief, dangerous moment, you almost lean in and kiss him.

But you quickly look back up at the sky, heart pounding, only to notice that the star seems to be getting closer and closer. “Shua,” you say, laughing nervously, “that’s a PLANE, you idiot.”

You both burst into laughter, your bodies shaking as the absurdity of it takes over. When you finally calm down, you glance back at him, and he’s still smiling that same sweet, irresistible smile, like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It makes your chest ache, and that’s when you know you love him.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm, Shua?" You keep your eyes fixed on the stars above, afraid that if you look at him again, that smile—the one that makes your heart twist in all the best and worst ways—might undo you completely. One more glance, and you’re not sure if you’ll kiss him, cry, or both.

"Do you think the stars want someone to look at them?" His voice is soft, words slurred just enough to remind you how much he's had to drink. His hand reaches out, fingers lacing with yours. You wonder if he can feel your pulse quicken through the skin of your wrist, but you stay perfectly still, pretending it’s nothing more than another casual touch.

“Maybe,” you whisper, your voice barely loud enough to compete with the sound of the waves. You don’t dare look at him. “Or maybe we just like talking to them because they’re the only ones we can be honest with, you know?”

Joshua hums, a low, thoughtful sound. He tightens his grip on your hand, and for a second, the space between you feels smaller than it ever has before. "Maybe..." His voice trails off, the words slow, like he’s working through the haze of alcohol. "Maybe we should tell the stars a secret."

You swallow hard, your heart thudding in your chest. There’s something fragile about this moment, something you’re both teetering on the edge of, but neither of you is willing to leap. His hand stays in yours, warm and steady, grounding you even as the uncertainty lingers in the air between you.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, catching the faintest trace of that smile—the one you can’t quite get out of your head - and you tell the stars your secret. 

It’s quiet for a beat. Two. The waves crash against the shore, and you time your breaths to the sound of the tide. 

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“What did you tell the stars?” he murmurs, voice slower now, soft and pliant. It sounds like love, you think. 

You feel a smile tugging at your lips, heart beating louder in your chest as you speak. “That’s a secret.”

Joshua shifts beside you, sand crunching softly under his weight. He doesn’t respond right away, and you can almost hear him smile. "Wanna bet it’s the same secret?"

The teasing edge in his voice catches you off guard. You turn your head, just enough to see the glint in his eyes, the lazy grin spreading across his face. “What are we betting?” you ask, almost breathless.

He leans in slightly, the smell of salt and campfire clinging to him, his voice dropping as he says, “A kiss.”

(For the record, you should have seen this coming. Sweet and doe-like as he can be, Joshua Hong is Yoon Jeonghan’s best friend)

The third time Shua smiles at you like he loves you, it’s a rainy July afternoon and you’re swaddled in blankets in his living room. Love, Actually is queued and forgotten on the TV as you and Josh throw popcorn into each other’s mouths. 

When you miss for the 12th time in a row, Josh looks over at the movie, and then back at you, eyes sparkling with something you can’t quite place. “You know, if we keep watching these cheesy rom-coms, I might just end up believing in love at first sight,” he teases, his voice light.

You snort, nudging him playfully. “Is that so? Careful, or you might fall in love with me.”

He leans back, a grin spreading across his face, and for a moment, you can’t help but admire how carefree he looks. “Who says I’m not already?” 

You launch a pillow at his head to hide how stunned you are. “Shut up, Shua.” The room suddenly feels too hot - he’s too close to you, to the truth. 

Jeonghan picks the perfect time to walk in the door, and the moment is broken. As he and Joshua engage in yet another fight about Jeonghan’s annoying habit of not taking his wet socks off, you steal a breath and try to calm your fluttering heart. When you finally find the courage to look at Joshua again, he’s already smiling at you - soft, sweet, and full of warmth. It terrifies you and exhilarates you, and the world around you fades away. 

Your breath hitches. For a moment, the world feels like it’s tilting, like the stars have drawn closer, hanging low enough to brush against your skin. You swallow, heart pounding, and manage to keep your voice steady. “You’re drunk.”

Joshua just shrugs, the corners of his lips quirking up like this is the funniest thing in the world. “That is a fact,” he says, still looking at you with those half-lidded, adoring eyes. “Want another?”

You glance away, the stars blurring above you, your mind racing. “Sure. Why not?” you murmur, trying to sound nonchalant, even though every nerve in your body feels like it's on fire.

He shifts closer, his arm brushing against yours. His next words fall softly between you, barely above a breath. “I love you. That’s the secret.” His eyes are warm, and for the first time tonight, the drunken haze seems to clear for just a moment. "Now pay up."

For a second, you can’t move. The waves crash softly in the distance, the laughter from the group fading into a low murmur as you process what he just said. The words hang in the air between you, delicate and heavy all at once.

You find your voice, though it comes out more as a whisper. “How did you know?”

He smiles again, softer this time, his thumb brushing your hand gently. “Because you have this one smile… one that you only give me. Like I’m the only person in the world that matters.”

The air feels too thin suddenly, and you blink, your heart racing. “You have the same smile,” you manage to say, your voice breaking just a little, as if the truth has snuck up on you, too.

His grin widens, that familiar warmth spreading across his face like it always does when he’s pleased with himself. "Match made in heaven then," he murmurs. "Now pay up."

For a beat, you just stare at him, your mind blank, the weight of everything settling in slowly. Then, before you can think too much about it, you lean in. Your lips meet his, soft and tentative at first, testing the waters—but the moment he kisses you back, the rest of the world fades away.

Joshua’s hand moves to cradle your cheek, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens. He tastes faintly of alcohol, but underneath it, there's something familiar, something that feels like home. The heat from his body mingles with yours, and for a moment, nothing else matters but the way he feels against you.

When you finally pull away, breathless and flushed, the world seems to settle back into place. The stars above twinkle faintly, and you’re aware of the soft crash of waves in the distance again. But Joshua’s still smiling—smiling in that way that’s reserved only for you.

“Told you it was the same secret,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Shut up, Shua.”

He laughs softly, his voice a warm rumble in the quiet night. “Can’t help it.”

The two of you fall silent again, the world shrinking down to just the two of you, the sound of the waves, and the stars twinkling above. You find yourself staring up at the sky, your hand still in his, as if nothing needs to be said. It feels like the universe is watching, waiting, holding its breath.

After a moment, you break the silence. “You remember that night… when you told me about the happiest star in the galaxy?”

Joshua chuckles beside you. “How could I forget?” He tilts his head back, eyes scanning the sky as if searching for that same star. “I told you it was smiling for us.”

You smile at the memory. “Yeah, and then you said it knew how special we were.”

His thumb brushes over your hand, the gesture gentle, like a reminder of the words you’ve both left unsaid for so long. “I guess I always knew,” he murmurs.

You glance at him, the soft glow of starlight casting his face in shadows, but there’s a light in his eyes, something quiet and real. “Knew what?”

“That we were special,” he says, his voice soft but certain. “You and me.”

Your heart skips a beat, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. You turn back to the sky, feeling the same sense of wonder from that summer night so long ago. The stars are still shining, still twinkling like they’ve been waiting for this moment.

You let out a breath, your voice barely above a whisper. “Think the happiest star is still watching us?”

Joshua smiles, and though you can’t see it fully, you can feel it��the same smile he’s always reserved just for you. “I think it’s still smiling.”

Neither of you says anything after that. The night stretches on, quiet except for the faint sound of the waves lapping at the shore. You lie there side by side, the cool sand beneath you, his hand still loosely holding yours. The sky above feels endless, full of stars that have seen nights like this before.

Somewhere in the distance, the stars twinkle, and Joshua looks over at you and smiles. 

[myseungsunglove]

NDA | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x reader

Warnings: fluff, language

Word Count: 1.3k

𖠫Summary: Scrolling through tik tok brings forth some questions for the reader that really only Kim Seungmin can answer.

✎A/N✎: I saw a tik tok about someone talk about signing an NDA and this popped into my head. Who even knows why. I’m always partial to the friends to lovers trope myself. It’s my comfort zone. So, here. Enjoy it with me! Also, I’m extremely rusty, so this might just be trash. Be nice please. 😭

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「© August 24, 2024 by myseungsunglove」

You’re scrolling through Tik Tok when you come across yet another interaction of Seungmin with a fan at Lolla. Reading through the comments, they are rife with fans giggling and commenting about the op missing an opportunity to sign an NDA.

One comment read, “Girl. The way he smiled at you. His eyes were so bright and kind. That right there was your chance at an NDA. You fumbled that. *crying emoji*”

You stifle a laugh, but the sound is a little louder than you mean for it to be.

“What?” Seungmin asks from beside you, not even looking up from writing in his journal beside you.

You turn to look at him, taking in his profile. He is handsome, anyone would be blind not to see that, but the fascination and determination of some fans to sign an NDA with an idol is baffling to you.

Seungmin swallows, and you follow the curve of his neck and adam’s apple, finding yourself a little lost in a trance.

“You’re staring,” he comments.

“I am,” you agree, but you don’t look away. Instead you set down your phone and scoot closer to him on the bed. “Explain something to me,” you start picking up your phone again, opening it up to share the video with him.

“There it is,” he chuckles fondly, placing his pencil in his notebook, closing it and setting it safely on the bedside table. “How may I enlighten my best friend today?” he turns to look at you, brown eyes bright and sparkling and for a brief moment your heart jumps in your chest. Okay, maybe you get what those comments are talking about, but still. He is Seungmin. He is your best friend.

You open up your phone and show him the video. He smiles softly, and it’s evident on his face that he is remembering the interaction. The video ends and he looks at you, puzzled, his eyebrows furrowed slightly before he raises one at you questioningly.

“What is there to explain?” he asks.

You laugh and take the phone from him and open up the comments. You hand the phone back to him and say, “That. Help me understand.”

He reads carefully, taking a little longer than you really expect.

Then he laughs his short little laugh, the sound tinkling out of him like a song and you want to smack him upside the head. However, you find yourself laughing with him instead.

“Y/N, do I really need to explain to you what an NDA is?” he asks, his voice holding a light and teasing lilt to it.

“Ha!” you burst out, punching him in the shoulder and tearing your phone from his slender hand. “I know what a fucking NDA is, asshat.”

He chuckles again, still staring at you. There is a playful smirk on his face as he waits for you to provide context.

“What I mean,” you sigh exaggeratedly, “What’s with the fascination of some fans to sign an NDA with an idol? Is that like the goal of fans?”

He narrows his eyes at you then, taking in what you asked. He seems to be genuinely considering your question. You turn on the bed to face him, legs crossed in front you and hands resting in your lap as you watch him think.

“I suppose its because they have this ideal of the idol built up in there head,” he starts before meeting your eyes. “An NDA would give them the opportunity to find out if that ideal is true or not.”

You hum in response. It makes sense, you guess, but you can’t completely fathom wanting to spend time with a complete stranger. At the end of the day, that’s really what they are.

“And,” he starts and you look back at him brought out of your thoughts. “They hope that one meeting will help them form a bond that they think is there,” he says frankly.

“Does it?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never signed one,” he admits.

“Never?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

“Come on, Y/N. You know me better than that. At least I would think you do,” he responds, a tiny bit of hurt flashing across his face before its replaced with something you can’t quite name.

“I do, sorry,” you apologize, looking down at your hands. “I just, I don’t know. The idea seems so strange to me, I guess. I’m glad you’re already my best friend. Our bond is already built. I don’t need an NDA to confirm that,” you smile fondly before looking back at him.

“You know,” he says, moving closer to your legs, “NDA’s are signed for a lot of reasons. Usually not the reason we’re talking about.” He stares into your eyes, it’s piercing look and it’s like you’re caught there, unable to move. Unable to breathe.

“Oh?” is all you can manage.

His eyes flick down to your lips, lingering there then purposefully meeting your eyes again. His brown boba eyes widen with the unspoken question causing you to lick your lips unconsciously. Instead of an answer, you lean forward slowly, hesitantly. That seems to be the only answer he needs before he presses his mouth against yours. His lips are soft. You wouldn’t say softer than you imagined because you had really never considered them. Not until now. Now, they’re moving against yours and your entire body is warm. They’re soft, almost pillowy and comforting. He reaches his hand out to cup your jaw as he deepens the kiss and you feel like you’ve been ignited from the inside. Just when your lungs are ready to scream, he pulls away his eyes fluttering open and meeting yours.

“Can we sign that NDA now?” you joke with a nervous chuckle.

His arms wrap around your waist and pull you into his lap, his lips crashing against yours again without warning. The kiss is fierce and desperate this time as you lean into him and run your fingers through the tiny hairs at the base of his neck. You hold him against you as he licks into your mouth hungrily, like he has wanted you for a long time.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you pull apart again. “I can’t believe we just did that,” he admits, his head falling back against his headboard with a thud.

“I think I’d like to keep doing that,” you admit.

“Yeah?” he asks, his head snapping back up, his eyes meeting yours.

“Definitely,” you chuckle, your hand coming to his face as you run your thumb along his jawline. “Better get that NDA written up,” you tease.

He growls playfully and flips you on your back, looking down at you. The air is punched out of you when you land and he is hovering over you, a new look across his face. A look of admiration and love, but also hunger and desire.

“Shut the fuck up about the NDA,” he grits out, but the playful glint in his eyes tells you there is no malice in his words. “It’s just me and you. My best friend. I wouldn’t want to hide that,” he admits, capturing your lips in a soft kiss as he cages you in beneath him, his body just hovering over you as if he is waiting for that last bit of the dam to break. “I love you,” he barely whispers against your lips and your world is thrown off kilter. Kim Seungmin loves you. And you realize just how much you love him. How you always have.

Your hands run along his sides and glide up his lean back as you pull him down completely on you, his lips finding yours again.

Funny how talking about an NDA can make two best friends realize they're madly in love with each other.

[fanfiction4sooya]

Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

Just wanted to write something to open my year of writings!! Just had this idea and well... you will know more once you read it. Hope ya'll like it! 💖💖💖

Ps: thanks to each one of you who enjoy my works and engage with it. I really appreciate each one of you babies 🥹💖

cw: fingering, humping, fingering, strapons, a tad bit of voyeurism, yves is here too and she is an asshole, girl on girl action, swearing, aggressiveness, light stalking, possessiveness, nipple play, etc.

You always wondered what exactly what was that girl's job. She came in at the bank you worked for to deposit a lot of cash every week and you just asked for her ID and did the transaction, but those questions ate you alive. It wasn't anything illegal otherwise the bank wouldn't approve her transactions; Stripper? No, the bills are big and strippers usually get smaller ones thrown at them. 'Maybe she works something more expensive...' You thought for the 10th time as she left your work place with a small nod and a charming smile.

You were staring at your computer a week later, a complete wreck since you and your girlfriend broke up and your life turned upside down. She was obsessively trying to talk to you since then, following you everywhere. You were honestly not feeling very safe. but the only way you had was come into work like everyday. You still had to pay your bills after all.

You didn't even realized when Jimin sat down to the other side of your desk, her leather purse full of cash with her as always.

"Good afternoon" Her voice broke you off from your trance, making you slightly jump.

"Oh, jesus" You closed your eyes, startled.

"I didn't mean to scare you" She said. "I've been sitting here for about two minutes and you seemingly didn't see me" Polite and cold as always, but this time she scanned you.

You felt the need to hide from her sharp gaze, run away. You knew you probably looked a mess and you didn't want to appear like that in front of the yoo Jimin.

"Are you okay?" You lowered your eyes, shy as ever and she stared at your buzzing phone. You turned the screen down.

"yes, thank you for asking" You smiled, fixing your glasses on your face and trying your best to keep your composure to 1: not melt at how intensely she was staring at you and 2: not lose it because of the many times your ex has called you since your client was in front of you.

"Bad ending?" Jimin said, once again taking you from your own mind. A simple transaction that supposedly would take less than five minutes was taking way longer.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Your phone buzzed about 6 times already and before you turned your screen down I saw a trash can emoji followed by 'Ex'" She leaned against the chair, her brown overcoat slightly opening and revealing a black leather dress under it. You gulped, looking away. "So I imagine someone is wanting another chance"

"Uh... yeah" You looked at your computer screen again, finishing her transaction. "Apparently she can't take no for an answer" You said, closing your eyes and mentally slapping your forehead. Too much information.

"She?" Jimin smiled, amused. You gave her the deposit receipt and she got up. "Glad to know I have a chance" She smiled, turning away and stopping at your office's door. "Have a good day, Ms" And she left without waiting any response from you.

You spent the rest of your day thinking of what she said. Was it possible? That woman could be described as a doll, an angel, anything but human and well, not that you thought you were ugly but she was another level of pretty. Your phone buzzed again, but this time you picked it up since you were leaving the bank.

"I told you I don't wanna talk to you" You sounded stern but deep down you were scared. Ha Sooyoung could be menacing when she wanted to.

"But I wanna talk to you" You heard her voice loud and clear right behind you. You turned around and of course she was there, leaning against her motorcycle. That fuckboy attitude present as ever.

A few days prior that would be considered attractive, now it just added to how juvenile her mind could be. Looking back she never took you seriously, you were the least on her priorities but you were too enamored with her to realize all that. Only when she broke up with you saying she needed to "get her freedom back" you came back to your senses.

"please baby, why are you being like this?" She stepped forward so fast she caught your hand without you even realizing. "I said I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind" Her eyes scanned you, her nostrils slightly moving as she took in your scent. "I miss you in my mouth" She whispered and your legs almost gave up. Sex with her was really good, another reason for you staying with her for so long.

"First of all, take your hands off of me" You gritted your teeth, pulling your hand away from her grip. "Second: I don't care how much you miss me, I am not going back to you because I can't deal with your indecisiveness anymore, so please leave me alone" You tried to turn around but she held you again.

"Are you going to tell me you don't miss me? Me? The one who taught you what pleasure is?" She sounded more like a jerk than ever. "I know your body with the back of my hand baby..." She got really close to you, everyone that passed you two staring a bit. "You can't find anyone better than me" She spat, letting your arm go in a pushing motion.

It hurt your ego more than your arm have her saying that to you, specially because she knew you very young and inexperienced.

"Hello love, I was waiting for you" You heard her voice before seeing her. Out of nowhere jimin had her arm around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. You were on your tippy toes because of the height difference, her lips firm against yours as it lasted a few seconds. She let go of you with a smile and soon you heard the other one clearing her throat. Jimin's eyes darkened a bit, defiant. "Who is this, love?" She continued the act and you knew you were profusely blusehd.

"She is..."

"I am her girlfriend" Yves said, pulling your arm and you pulled it back to make her let go of you.

"Oh, is she the trashy ex we were talking about?" Jimin showed her teeth in an imitation of a smile, 'whispering' to your ear. "Oh yeah, not worth it at all" Loud enough for yves to hear. The woman was so astonished she couldn't even think of a proper reply when the taller woman held your hand and you took off with her, taking you to her car. You knew it was a porsche due to your ex's obsession with those fancy cars.

She opened the door for your surprised self, delicately closing it behind you and going around to enter the vehicle. Turning the engine on she waved goodbye to yves (who still had her jaw dropped) and took off.

You were just so surprised that no sound came out of you for a few minutes as you saw the city in a flash of lights due to her speed. She noticed your surprised face, of course.

"You can breathe now" She said, side eyeing you and your pencil skirt, your glasses on the tip of your nose.

"Oh, yeah..." You finally allowed yourself to move. After a moment of the most awkward silence ever known to men you spoke. "Thank you for that..." You started, looking at her direction for one millisecond before blushing too hard. She was so attractive it was maddening. "You didn't have to lie to cover for me..." Your voice sounded small.

"I didn't lie" She stared at you now, turning her head at your direction with her hand still on the steering wheel.

"What do you mean?" You blurted out.

"I was waiting for you to get off work so I could take you home" She stared ahead. You were silent for a moment, thinking.

"You waited for hours just to take me home?"

"Yes"

"That's insane. Weren't you bored?" You said feeling bad for her waiting for you all that time.

"The thought of you entertained me" She half smiled at you.

"What... You are a natural sweet talker" You said, honestly amazed, trying to sound offended but of course you sounded playful.

"I'm a pro at it, love" She kept staring at the road, her side profile prettier than anything you've ever seen. "My place or yours?"

"W-what?" You gripped the side of your skirt, wetness already seeping through your panties with just that question. Jesus, that woman was hot.

"If you wanna go to your place its understandable, I'll gladly take you there and we can grab dinner another time" Her right hand let go of the steering wheel and she placed it on your thigh, looking intensely in your eyes. "If you come with me to my place we are going to fuck all night and tomorrow I'll drop you off at work if you'd like"

You stared at her for an eternity, a million thoughts going through your mind. You thought of saying no; excuses and excuses flowing through your head. You opened your mouth, her warm hand in your thigh making your panties damp.

"Your place"

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The lights turned on as soon as you stepped inside; actually, as soon as she stepped inside because now she had your legs trapped behind her back, her hands holding you by the ass and your clothed core grinding hungrily against her stomach. You moaned against her lips when your back finally met the wall and you could really feel the weight of her body against yours.

Her tongue felt so good against yours it was really insane. How did that woman learn how to kiss like that? You tried to chase her lips again when she moved away from yours, whining when she ghosted them over yours just to teasingly smile. You rolled your eyes, scratching her shoulders under the brown overcoat.

Without much effort she kept her way to her bedroom with you on her lap, still holding tightly on her shoulders. She carefully placed you in her bed, straightening her back to look at you, her head cocked to the side like a curious feline as she measured you up and down. To your beautiful face and swollen lips, a mean smile on her lips.

"Fuck I wanted this so bad, love" She crawled to you, your panties were ruined at this point.

For some reason you didn't feel shy at all; not shy, not nervous... anything. You only felt wanted. No, not wanted. You felt needed.

She swiftly pulled you by the ankles, placing herself between your legs and staring from your face to the wet path on your underwear, a glint of arousal visible on her face too.

"you are so beautiful, fucking hell" You throbbed when she said that, her voice raspy and low as if she was speaking to herself and not entirely to you.

"Says the actual goddess over me" You bit your lip, embarrassingly out of breath.

"yet you never seemed to be interested in me" She pulled you by the nape, kissing you hungrily while unbuttoning your blouse all the way down, her fingertips grazing your tummy and making you whimper. "I usually don't go for anyone but I need to have you" she pushed you again to lay down, her tongue swirling against yours made your pussy throb like crazy.

Her tongue and teeth never stopped their assault on your lips, all you could do was whimper and scratch her arms when she traced her fingers down to your drenched cunt. You gasped when she touched your hard clit over the fabric, biting her lip a little too hard.

"Jimin, oh god" Was all you managed to say when she circled your clit a couple of times, rolling your hips each time they moved.

"yes princess, keep calling my name while I make you feel good" She lowered her assault to your neck, knowingly that would give you at least one hickey, smiling when you held her arm to keep it from going away.

It felt too good, and too much at the same time. You body felt feather like and the way she moaned while her hand kept working on your clit made you start convulsing, not really understanding why the fuck were you already cumming when with your ex you only could do it by penetration and clit stimulation.

"jimin, t-too much" you started saying but she kept rubing your swollen clit, a particularly harsh bite making you tip over the edge, squirting all over your panties and her hand. You kept rolling your hips, coming down from your high. "I've never squirted before..." You knit your eyebrows together, a bit surprised.

"Fuck, that useless asshole never made you squirt?" she devilishly smiled, biting her lower lip. She sat on her heels, pulling her dress over her head, her big breasts fully on display now as she quickly undressed you as well, pulling your dripping panties from you with and audible moan. "fuck now I want you squirting all over me" She kissed your thighs, placing herself between them to kiss your mound.

"No, it's your turn..." Pulling her to kiss you again, you thought how much you wanted that woman to be lost in you. "let me touch you, please. I don't really know how to but I wanna make you feel good" You stared into her brown eyes, her doll like features a bit more prominent from up close. She touched your face with her knuckles and that alone made you melt.

Nine times out of ten you bottomed with your ex, which didn't teach you a lot in the matters of being a top. She understandably nodded, softly smiling at you.

"Of course, love" She kissed you again and now you finally had the chance to do something instead of only let her do them to you. "It's okay, take your time" She patiently cooed and you shivered. That was arousing, oh so fucking hot.

You flipped her to be under you, straddling her hips and moaning against her skin when your boobs touched hers. She rolled her eyes and you quickly realized that was a soft spot for her, so you trailed your way down with your tongue, latching on them.

"oh, fuck" She pulled your hair a bit when your lips connected to her nipple. "Harder princess, no need to be soft with me" Jimin said, giving you directions and you clenched around nothing thinking of how hot that felt one more time.

Just now you understood how patience was something you needed in a partner. That guidance and lack of judgement... It gave you a boost of confidence.

You pulled on her nipple with a soft 'pop' and she whined, her eyebrows knit together as she rolled her eyes.

Her hips rolled on their own against yours and you ended up moaning too, sucking harshly on her right nipple while pinching the other. You started to grind down, her clit and yours perfectly grazing each other on that sinful position. She closed her eyes, tossing her head back and holding your hips to bump her clit on yours better while you kept working on her boobs.

"This feels perfect princess, k-keep going" Jimin managed to say between broken moans, the skin slapping sound loud and clear that somebody was fucking.

You were both so wet you could feel it between your legs every time she pushed your hips up to pull them down again against hers. You felt her tightening her grip. Time went both slow and fast, it was insane how turned on you were even by the lightest of touches coming from her.

"I'm gonna cum in your pussy baby, fuck fuck fuck" She gripped even harder, leaving her hand prints on your hips, deeply breathing with her eyes closed, your shiny eyes looking up at her in the most adorable way ever. You looked down to where you were connected and you could literally see how you both creamed on each other.

Coming down from her high jimin smiled at you, pulling you up for a deep kiss. Your heart was thrumming in your ears, that kiss alone making you feel things you didn't feel for the longest time, maybe never.

"Are you feeling okay?" She kissed your neck with you still straddling her and you hummed in response. "Good" She sat down, kissing your lips even more fervently than before, pushing one hand between your bodies to finally touch your pussy. "You are soaked, love" You rolled your eyes, hugging her shoulders when two of her fingers invaded you in one go. "Let's take care of that, hm?" She touch your spongy spot, pumping her fingers hard in and out of you.

You heard your cellphone buzz inside your purse somewhere but not that it mattered now that the most beautiful woman you've ever laid your eyes on was literally fucking you hard enough to take your breath away.

"Can't she take a hint?" She said through gritted teeth, speeding up her pace.

"She'll stop..."You managed to say between a moan. "Eventually" She rolled her eyes.

"God, her insistence makes me wanna fuck you even more" She bit your lip. "Makes me wanna strap you down just so you can call her while calling my name" She said, knuckles deep inside you.

The temptation was too much, the thought of you doing such dirty thing making you clench viciously on her fingers.

"Oh, you want that" She growled, her fingers going to a full stop as she pulled them out of you, taking both to her lips and sucking it to gather your taste on her tongue. "I won't take long" She kissed you and got up. "Pick up your phone and wait for me with your legs open" She commanded.

"Y-yes, ma'am" She went to her closet and you quickly fished for your phone in your purse. In fact, a few missed calls from Sooyoung.

Jimin came back wearing a harness with a strapon, putting on a condom on the big thing. For safety reasons, you assumed.

"And your phone?" She asked, eyes glued on yours.

"She isn't calling anymore..." You said a bit out of breath when she knelt between your legs pulling you to her and laying on her stomach. Her tongue swirled between your folds and your clit, ripping a gutural moan from you. "Jesus"

"Call her now" She said, slurping on your juices. Her tongue in and out of you while her nose bumped your clit.

You did as she said, gripping on the phone for dear life when she turned you around placing you in all fours for her, holding your hips with one of them to play with your folds with the tip of the strap, slapping your clit a few times to make you jolt. Finally the other side of the line picked up.

"Where the fuck are you?" She practically shouted and finally jimin slipped in taking you by surprise and you did your best to swallow the sinful moan you were about to let out.

"I am not at my ap- fuck" You let out when she gave you a particularly hard thrust, the whole thing slipping inside you.

"You look beautiful like this, baby" She said loud enough for Yves to hear.

"What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck are you? I swear to god-"

Jimin picked up pace pulling you into her, your face completely smashed against the expensive sheets as you babbled some incoherent words. She picked the phone from your hand, never stopping what she was doing.

"Oh, hi" Her voice sounded poisonous, her free hand slapping your ass with force and making you cry out. "She is a bit busy now..."

"Jimin, please" You cried out loudly, completely forgetting anything else, the toy hitting your womb was too much to handle. "Please I'm gonna cum, please don't stop" you bit the back of your fingers, the urge to cry getting stronger by the second every time she pounded you.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

"No need to scream, friend" She pulled you by the hair, your body now completely against hers now. "She is mine now, can you hear that?"She lifted the phone while slamming the dick inside your hole to make your moans even more audible for the other woman. "Bye bye" She said to your screaming ex, throwing your phone on the bed and finally hugging you against her. "I knew it was worth the wait..." She licked your ear lobe then your neck, reaching her hand to your clit, thrusting hard as you came screaming, squirting again all over her legs.

She kept the pace, humping the toy up while holding you for a long while. Her embrace felt strong and protective in some way.

Oh you were doomed.

When she finally took it off you fell onto the bed, limp and sweaty and so wet. She took it off, hugging your limp body and pulling you to lay on top of her on her chest and kissing your forehead, then lips taking in your scent.

"Are you feeling okay?" She said after a while.

"I'm feeling light as a feather" You nudged on her neck, feeling somewhat protected. She was warm and passionate and you really liked that. (authors note: Karina is a fire sign after all)

You finally looked around, taking in the luxurious place you were at.

"Can I ask you something?" You said and she hummed. "Don't get me wrong but I've been dying to ask you..." You placed your chin over your hands on her chest, puppy eyes looking up at her. "What do you work with?" You said making her burst out laughing. After a while she finally managed to pull herself together, looking at you.

"I am a professional domme, love" She said and you went 'Oh'. "Does that bother you?" She asked and you quickly shook your head no.

"No that's not it..." You said. "Now I'm just really thinking... are you taking any applications? I could be an intern..." She laughed out loud, caressing your hair.

"Well I am looking for a business partner..." She pulled you in for a kiss. "But you need to take some mandatory classes first" Her tongue swirled against yours and you whimpered. "Are you still interested?" She said, smiling against your lips.

"Oh you can be sure I'll be the best student you've ever had..." You sat again over her pussy, slightly grinding down and you both moaned, searching for that satisfaction one more time.

Your phone buzzed the whole night until it ran out of battery...

[jockwrites]

LUST - p.b

warnings: angst, cursing, straight people

part: 1

a/n: if u can’t tell i love chase atlantic and i love to base writing off of music so..hehe

this will have smut.. but that’s a few chapters down hehe anyway i’m gonna post the second chapter like 10mins after this hahhahaha ok bye

today was the day. the day you’ve been dreading, but you know it’s for the best regardless.

you’re breaking up with your boyfriend.

for 3 months, you’ve been cheating on him. not only are you fucking another person, that person is a girl.

you’ve never called yourself gay, ever. you wouldn’t even consider the term bisexual.

but after you met paige bueckers, your whole world flipped upside down.

she was perfect, in every way. the way she touches you, looks at you, cares for you, every. little. thing.

she made you feel the way a man never has, or could.

but this wasn’t just hooking up to you, even if it was. to you, it felt like love.

the late night drives, long walks, beach trips, she even took you to disney world, a place you’ve been dreaming of since a child.

the first time you two hooked up was at a party. you didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did.

you exchanged glances from time to time, she walked up, complimented your outfit, told you to meet her in the bathroom, & the rest is history.

it all happened way to fast. but it was like a fever dream. and you didn’t even care about the fact she was one of the biggest basketball players in America.

now the main reason you’re breaking up with your boyfriend? it’s because of paige.

she’s hated him since the beginning.

the night after the first hookup, you got her number. she shot you a text, but you told her it’s not something that can be continued because of your boyfriend.

God she hates that word.

you’d vent to her about him a lot. you’d mention his late texts, the constant back and forth between you and work. it was like he never made time for you.

but paige, oh paige. she always had time for you.

between water breaks at practice she’d text or facetime, when at events she calls, even in the locker room before games she sneaks to send you a little heart emoji or an “i’m gonna win for u. love you”

you loved it. actually, you love everything about her.

but the sad part is, your boyfriend is a good guy.

he doesn’t deserve this, and you know it. he can’t help it that he has a tight schedule. but it all feels so right.

as of right now, you’re driving to your boyfriends apartment. alongside the teary eyes and hurting heart, you can’t help but rethink for a minute.

is this what i want? is this what he would want? or is this just what paige wants?

but then again, you realized you want it. you want paige, you want every part of that woman. you love her.

as your car slowly approaches the building, you wipe your tears. you’re ready to face whatever he has to say to you. but the thing is, you have no excuse.

you don’t know what to say to him. you can’t just throw it on him that you’ve been cheating, with a woman.

you sit in the driver seat, thinking about the memories you’ve had with him. all of the good, the bad, it’s all to much for you.

but you have to keep in mind, you want this.

you regain you slowly regain composure, getting out of your car.

you walk into the building, getting on the elevator to go to his apartment.

as you approach the door, you take a few deep breaths. your thoughts are taking over, and that isn’t something you need right about now.

you knock twice, waiting for a response, or any type of noise that signifies he’s here.

as you hear the door knob unlock, you quickly put on a nervous smile.

“hi, jacob!” you exulted nervously.

“hey, what’re you doing here? i was just finishing up some work, so if you wanna come inside, you can.” he smiled, motioning for you to step in.

you walk in, hating this already.

as he closes the door, you turn around toward him.

“jacob, i need to talk to you about something.”

“what is it baby?” he said. “are you okay?”

“no, jacob. i’m not okay. that’s exactly why we need to talk..”

“okay well, sit down baby. you can talk to me about anything.” he smiled.

you sit down, tears ready to flow any second.

you hate this. you hate everything about this.

“jacob, first off, i just wanna say i love you. i love you so so much, and i hope this won’t change anything between us. i know it will, but i can only hope.” you cried.

“baby, baby.” he walked toward you, crouching down to your level to comfort you. “what’s wrong? why’re you crying baby? you can talk to me about anything.”

the problem is you can’t talk to him about anything. not after what you’ve done, or what you’re doing.

“i just want you to know it isn’t you, it’s me. it’s all my fault, and i don’t know what to do.” you whimpered

“what are you talking about?” he worried.

“i wanna end things. im so sorry.” you choked out.

“what? what do you mean? what’s happened?” you can hear the pain in his voice.

God make it stop.

“i cheated. i cheated and i don’t know how to make it up to you. im so sorry jacob, i didn’t mean for it to happen like this. one thing led to another and.. i don’t know how to explain it. but please believe me, i love you.” you rambled, tears streaming like a waterfall.

he sat there and stared at you. the look in his eyes, it hurts you. he seems so angry, hurt, disgusted.

you did this to yourself.

“are you serious? with who? i genuinely cannot believe this.. i love you. and you do this to me?” he rasped.

“i know, i know.” you whined, “im so ashamed. but i just feel happier with her.. i can’t help it.”

as soon as that word left your mouth you immediately back tracked.

“i mean- him. i feel happier with him.” you sobbed.

“her? are you serious? are you actually leaving me for a woman?” he fumed.

“how? how could you do this to me? after everything i’ve done for you. the things i’ve put to risk for you?!” the pain in his voice makes you want to kill your self.

you feel like a horrible person.

you are a horrible person.

“jacob. please hear me out-”

“no,” he cut off. “if she’s better than me then go be with her. i tried my best, and if it wasn’t enough then i hope she is. i hope she treats you better than i did.”

the problem is, that’s the truth.

she does treat you better, and it hurts you.

he’s not her.

“i’m sorry jacob. that’s all i can say.” you cried.

“she can take my place. she might appreciate your sense of humor, and she might just be as equally insane.” he huffed.

“i’m gonna go now. im sorry, i really am. and i love you.”

“i loved you too.”

loved.

you walk out, not looking back. the regret you’re feeling is heavy. but you have to keep reminding yourself,

you wanted this.

after a few minutes you make it back to your car. you get inside, and the first thing you decide to do is call paige.

“i did it.” you sniffle over the phone.

“i’m sorry, it’s gonna be okay. if you want, you can come over baby.” she spoke over the phone, her sympathy showing.

“on my way.”

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“he didn’t deserve you. you know that.” paige says, comforting you softly.

for about a half hour, you’ve been laying in paige’s arms, pouring your heart out.

“i just feel like- like i made the wrong decision. but at the same time i love you paige.” you sob, your words muffled as your head lays in the crook of her neck.

“look at me. it’s not your fault. after everything you’ve told me, he was not the fit for you. i don’t wanna see you hurt by that moron, you don’t deserve it.” she expressed.

“you really care about me that much paige?”

“what? of course i do. you mean the world to me. i’ll love you forever and always.” she promised.

a/n: ok so this is bad lol but if u enjoyed read the next chap plz lol bye

[digitaldiarystuff]

Disappointed

hi guyss (shy emoji) hope you missed me because i missed you! it looks like ruben is going for the win so enjoy 💖

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pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

summary: Ruben recently ended things with you claiming he’s not ready for a relationship and as much as it hurt, you accepted but everything changed after a photo of him was leaked at the airport

genre: angst

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‘Love Island star Arabella Chi and Man. City’s Dias appear to confirm romance’ you read The Sun’s story with a blank expression. But unfortunately your emotionless wasn’t because you didn’t care about the news, it was because of the shock you were feeling.

“Oh fuck no. He’s got to be joking!” you heard Julie, your work bestie say after she saw the title. She rolled her chair next to yours and examined your face to see a reaction but you were still glued to the screen with no visible emotion.

“Y/N, babe, are you okay?” she asked concerned.

Your head was pounding to the point you had to place your hands on the sides of your head to try to make it go away but nothing worked.

“I- I need a cigarette.” you mumbled, more to yourself reaching for your bag. You were trying your hardest to quit but in a situation like this, you couldn’t care less.

Julie warily watched your state wondering if she should come with or let you be and decided to stay at the desk giving you space. You stepped on the balcony of your workplace to calm yourself.

The news about Ruben and a reality star going on a romantic getaway was too much for you. You reached into your bag to find your pack with slightly shaky hands and lit the cigarette between your lips. Ruben hated that you smoked, he always tried to convince you to replace your bad habit with a good one but no amount of smoking would hurt you as much as seeing him go public with someone else a week later you broke off contact.

As wrecked as you were, you had to go back into the office eventually. You couldn’t just leave or stay on the balcony for hours without your supervisor noticing and you certainly didn’t feel like getting scolded at today. You begrudgingly went back in and quickly ran to the bathroom, the only upside of all of this mess was that you weren’t crying. Your body froze to the point that your tears wouldn’t fall.

When you returned to the desk, you saw Julie already closed the tab which you were thankful for. Everyone around you gave you worried looks but you couldn’t even notice. Surprisingly, you buried yourself into work for the rest of the day and didn’t leave your desk once, it was now time to clock out.

“Let’s get something to eat, you haven’t eaten all day.” Julie suggested.

“I appreciate your concern but I think I’m just going to go home now Jules.” you said but she was giving you the sad puppy eyes. “I’m okay, you don’t have to worry.”

“But”

“But nothing, have a great night.” you smiled and went to your way. As soon as you stepped foot into your home you were greeted by your puppy, Yoda. You kneeled down to pet her and just then the waterworks began running. You started sobbing and barely made it to the couch to gain some balance, feeling at home made you miss him so much more. Just weeks ago you were sitting on the same couch with Ruben just enjoying a date night and now here you were not even being able to get time off work to drown in your sorrow while he was at Paris with another woman. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach and ran to the bathroom.

After some time, you grabbed a cup of water and sat with Yoda with dried tear stains on your face. Everything in you told you not to, but you couldn’t help yourself and started reading the news and tiktoks made about the leaked pictures. The gossip pages claimed Ruben reached out to her through instagram and they started dating, no one knew for how long they’ve been together but you knew it had to start before you broke up, if you can call it that.

You were adamant from the start, you didn’t do friends with benefits or fuckbuddies. If you were going to be with someone, you would want stability. It didn’t have to be labeled but it had to be exclusive, so naturally, when you met Ruben you were hesitant. You heard about the footballer’s lifestyle but it had been him who tried pursuing you, sent you flowers everyday, shown up at the places you were at and tried to make you give him a shot and you did. You stupidly fell for it.

Everything was going great, you were falling more and more everyday and he appeared the same so you tried talking about your feelings, the first time he shut down completely. You figured this must be hard for him and backed off. The second time, you started arguing because he wasn’t giving you the answers you needed and dodged them but the last time both of you snapped. It was vicious, you were shouting at each other. He claimed you were smothering him and being controlling and you accused him of using you and being dismissive. The night ended with you slamming the door and exiting his house, leaving the key he gave you for emergencies on the console.

And a week after that, he was seen with someone and didn’t feel like he was hiding at all while he’d keep you behind closed doors throughout the months you’ve spent together.

A week had passed since that day and you were doing better. You still felt the emptiness and sudden rushes of emotion but you composed yourself and still went to work. You also stopped checking socials for any news because you couldn’t read one more thing about their romance but today was a hard day to escape Ruben. It was Man City match day so everyone was wearing their blue shirts and scarfs while you tried to get past people to run errands. You also saw his face on a giant ad on the side of a building but quickly moved past.

While out, you also got 2 bottles of red wine because you wanted to drink a little to feel better but a little quickly turned more and more. Currently you were sitting on your fluffly beige rug leaning your back against your couch. You shook the first bottle in your hand trying to see if there’s any wine in it, there wasn’t. Groaning, you picked up the remote and opened the tv and the first thing you saw was that City had won. You cursed Ruben for getting everything right, but not you.

Before your mind can comprehend what you’re doing, you opened your texting app and sent him a message. Your eyes were watery and vision blurry but you didn’t care, you were beyond angry. Soon you were dozing off slowly with your head on the sofa cushions but were woken with the voice of keys coming from your front door. You froze for a second looking for a sharp object to protect yourself from a possible break in and picked up the empty wine bottle and stood up. Your heart was beating so fast as you approached the door, fully expecting a burglar in front of you but instead, it was Ruben standing there with your keys in his hands.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” he said flinching.

“Ruben?” you said incredibly confused and slightly relieved. “What are you doing here?”

“I- um, you sent me a text and it was really weird I just wanted to check up on you.” he said.

“And you had to do it with my keys, couldn’t you just knock?” you angrily asked. You were convinced someone was here to hurt you.

“I’m sorry, I just, didn’t know if you’d open the door if you knew it was me.” you sighed loudly thinking it’s probably right.

“I’m sorry are you still planning to hit me?” he asked.

“Why?” you asked confused.

“You still have the bottle ready to be smashed on my head.” he pointed at it and you only now realized you never lowered your hand, still holding it up.

“Oh” you just said and placed the bottle on the counter.

You both stood there for a while not saying anything.

“So, how are you?”

You looked up at him, trying to decide whether to fight or not. Maybe it was the wine in you but you just didn’t have the energy to argue, you were hurt beyond repair but fighting meant getting into it and you couldn’t.

“I’m alright.” you said after a while. “How about you?”

“I’m also alright, thank you.”

“Look Ruben-

“Y/N I think we-

You both spoke at the same time.

“You go.” he politely said.

“Ruben thank you for checking on me but I was very drunk I mean I don’t even know what I wrote. Don’t worry I’m okay.” you said calmly. You couldn’t understand how you’re this calm but maybe this was your acceptance phase.

“I mean, to be honest, I also don’t know what you wrote.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

He pulled out his phone and started reading the text out loud.

“Rubem I habe everythong I wish I was necer yor wagfln. I think it’s Ruben I hate everything I wish I was never your waffle but don’t ask me what waffle means because no idea.”

You started laughing without realizing this is the first time you genuinely laughed this whole week. He joined and you sat on your bar stools trying to decipher your text.”

“No I think it’s ‘you’re wagging’

“Why would you tell me I’m wagging? Was I wagging on the field today?” he asked faking being offended.

“Maybe you were, that’s what the drunk lady thought.”

You sat there laughing uncontrollably at your stupidity for a while when suddenly you felt thirsty.

“You want some wine?” you asked him.

“You know I shouldn’t.” he said but it was obvious he’d love some wine.

“That never stopped you.” you didn’t mean it like a jab but it still sounded like it.

You felt the air shift but didn’t want that, even if this was wrong it felt so in place and right that you didn’t want to end up in a fight. You were feeling like yourself again and as pathetic as it sounds, hoped he wouldn’t leave.

You poured two glasses of wine and started talking about anything and everything, you told him about your supervisor getting on your nerves and he filled you in about Kyle Walker’s situation but the topic never came to you and you hoped it wouldn’t. After some more glasses you were back to being drunker than drunk and Ruben was full on tipsy. He never admitted to it but you knew he was lightweight.

“Omg it’s 3 am I have to be at work in exactly 6 hours.” you winced thinking about the hangover you’ll feel tomorrow.

When Ruben didn’t respond, you looked up at him and found him already looking at you with an intense gaze.

“What?” you asked. “Is there something on my face?”

He just smiled and leaned in. You should back off, you should back off, you should back off your logical side tried to reming you but your body had other thoughts. You leaned in so much that your noses were touching now.

“Ruben” you whispered as a last attempt to stop yourself and him because you knew the moment his lips were on yours it was game over. It always was, your sexual tension was always there but he didn’t stop, instead crashed his lips into yours for a hungry kiss. It was a messy kiss full of unspoken feelings. Everything you couldn’t tell each other was a part of it but you couldn’t stop. You mentally tried but it was a lost battle, your body acted before you could think and you placed your hands in his hair meanwhile he held you by your waist and walked you to your bedroom without breaking the kiss.

You stopped kissing him when the backs of your legs hit the bed.

“Ruben we shouldn’t.” you pleaded once more but weren’t strong enough to protest for long. His eyes turned darker with every passing second and were boring into your soul. Every part of you wanted him, needed him and you knew he felt the same.

“I’ve missed you so much querida.” he mumbled and took his shirt off while sitting you down. You couldn’t help but stare, he was so beautiful and you were getting wetter by the second but he hadn’t even touched you.

This time you took the leap and pulled him onto the bed, once he was on you straddled him and started running your lips on his collarbone and the back of his ear. Your logic was already out of the window and you were left with your undeniable desire for Ruben. He was letting out some quiet moans and you couldn’t believe a man could sound so angelic.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of your alarm with a horrible headache, every part of your body was sore and you felt even more restless than the night before. You swung the duvet off your body but stopped when you felt someone next to you. You froze when you realized what happened last night and saw Ruben peacefully sleeping in the bed with you. Your memory started coming back in bits and pieces and you mentally face palmed yourself for letting this happen. He was in a relationship and you shouldn’t have done this, you were feeling horrible and your stomach dropped. You quickly gathered your clothes and hopped in and out of the shower.

After you got ready in the bathroom you slowly walked in your bedroom, a part of you was expecting him to be gone but the other part wanted him there forever. You were conflicted and still had to go to work quickly. You thought about waking him up but were afraid to confront Ruben so you slowly took your bag and exited your home leaving him in there.

You didn’t think you could feel worse than yesterday but turns out, everything is possible.

————

thisss turned out so different than what i had in mind but i love ittt! as always any feedback is appreciated take care loves💕💕

[xoxoluka]

ᴄʟᴀᴅᴅᴀɢʜ

jschlatt x streamer!reader

summary: you wear the same ring every day, every stream, in the same direction. your fans notice one day that the direction of it changed.

warnings: swearing, not a very descriptive fic

a/n: for those not familiar with claddagh rings, they are rings from Irish culture that are most commonly used to show your status. right ring finger upside down means single, right ring finger right side up means taken. look into them if you are still confused or would consider buying one <3

gummygone: what's the ring say today???

CelestialCat: SHOW US THE RING

alwaysstar: what are we today

"chat," you giggle, holding up the upside down ring on your finger for the camera to see. "it's the same thing today, i promise. nothing's changing anytime soon."

the chat was flooded with 'aww's and 'why not's and crying emojis, making you laugh again. your audience had a nightly routine before the end of stream where they would bug you about your relationship status, especially since you wore it so freely on your hand.

you got used to giving them disappointing news, although you were hoping that you'd be able to tell them something else very soon.

you end stream soon after your nightly conversation with the chat, and stand up from your desk to close down your office and get ready for bed. once fully showered, washed, and clothed, you got a text as you were plugging in your phone.

'you looked good tonight, toots.'

you smile, biting your lip subconsciously.

'you saw?' you respond, laying back on your bed as you held your phone up.

'of course i did. i could never pass up seeing your face.'

you turn red at his flirtatious words. 'you can see it in person tomorrow, if you're up for it.'

'absolutely.'

you stay up for nearly another hour talking to Jay, making plans to meet up for lunch tomorrow.

you enter the small coffee shop, the warm atmosphere surrounding you and comforting you immediately. you spot your date and give him a wave, rushing over to meet him.

"i missed you," you say as you smile, sitting in the chair across from him.

"'missed you too," Jay smiles back, pushing a plate and a cup towards you. "i ordered your favorite, i hope you don't mind." he spoke in a tone that told you he knew you weren't going to mind either way.

"how could i?" you respond playfully. "thank you."

you banter lightly back and forth for a while, until you notice Jay pause, an unfamiliar glint of hesitation in his eyes. it goes away quickly, allowing him to speak confidently.

"you know," he starts. "we've been doing this for a few months now, right?"

"like.. going on dates and stuff? yeah, i'd say so," you nod, taking a sip of your drink.

"so then.. how'd you like to make it official? about time, right?" he asks, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

you sit up in surprise, but a smile breaks onto your face anyway. "yeah! yeah, i'd like that."

"jesus christ, dude," you exclaim, jerking the plastic steering wheel to the side, evading the car that you had drifted too closely too in-game. you were playing truck driving simulator tonight, which was one of your (and your audience's) favorites. it was late, so your real-life self and in-game self were both entirely too tired to be driving a truck.

as you took a moment to yawn, you glanced at chat, noticing a few standalone comments about your ring. you quickly readjusted yourself, pretending like you hadn't just read the comments, and continued to drive. 'as long as they don't all see it...'

you hadn't realized that the way you drive had your ring fully on display, you right hand on top of the steering wheel as your left supported the bottom. a keen eye would've noticed the difference, but hopefully not all of the eyes. you quickly finished up the level, parking the truck and gaining the money and XP. you paused the music and closed the game window, bringing your facecam back to fullscreen. you noticed the usual ring comments, and the few people who had noticed the difference.

"oh, man, chat. i totally forgot to put my ring on this morning," you lie, slipping the ring off with just one hand strategically. "but i'm telling you it's the same. no changes." you'd never been a good liar, the tips of your ears going slightly red, your face flushing, and your small laughs as you spoke.

TheyCallMeDawg: yeah okay buddy

"woah, woah, chat, what's with the attitude tonight?" you jokingly ask after reading that comment. "y'all are crazy, go to bed." you say your final goodbyes to the stream for the night and do your nightly routine. although, tonight, you were going to text Jay first.

'they totally know.'

not rlly a fan, but it was for fun

lmk what you think! <3

© property of xoxoluka. do not repost.

[ohimsummer]

for ur lil date game

satoru taking you to a carnival? n we'll say 🍦for the emoji

— light descriptions of vomit, established relationship, satoru x reader, kinda proofread

“I…don’t think this is a good idea.”

Satoru snaps his head towards you, staring in utter astonishment. “Huh? What are you–,” he raises a fist to his mouth, turning away as a burp slips out, “–talking about? You don’t think this looks fun?”

As if to prove his point, a round of shrieks reaches your ears, the cart of people zooming by in a blur. Your eyes follow the ride’s track, the loops and sharp dips of it, angles that would have your stomach churning.

“It’s not that I don’t think it’s fun...,” you reply, gulping. “Maybe just not so soon after all that ice cream.”

“Pft. What are you, a wimp?”

Your brows furrow, avoiding Gojo’s gaze even as he leans over to grin at you. “No, I’m someone who doesn’t wanna puke all over themselves. You’re supposed to wait like an hour after you eat before getting on a ride, remember?”

Satoru crosses his arms, leaning back against the side of someone’s game booth. “Waiting, schmaiting, that whole thing’s a myth anyway, ya know?”

“…Is it?”

“Duh, babe. How could you get sick just from eating something and then getting on a ride? Use that pretty little head, we’ll be a-okay!”

Doubt and suspicion still creep at the edges of your mind, but Satoru’s confidence in his belief convinces you enough to let him drag you in line. Your tummy feels a bit full, having been stuffed with all the different flavors he wanted to try, but it’s only replaced with a somewhat empty feeling as you both draw closer and closer to the front of the line. Satoru is giddy, bouncing on his heels, jittery and jiggling you under his hold around your shoulders.

“This is gonna be so cool!,” he rambles, points at a section of the roller coaster. “Look, it even goes upside down at that part! If you do puke, it should probably be right there– ow! Pffft, baby, I was joking!”

In no time, you two are squished into one of the carts, right at the front as Satoru’s preference, and the attendant tugs the belt to make sure you’re both properly restrained.

“I wonder if they have one of those secret cameras that takes pictures throughout the ride?,” he asks aloud, reaching an arm around to pinch your cheek and laughing when you slap him away. “Make some silly faces, I want a new wallpaper.”

The ride begins before you can laugh at him to shut up. It’s a slow start, gradually creeping upwards to reach the tip-top of the first hill. You lace fingers with Satoru's, who’s chatter has suddenly gone quiet, and he faintly returns the tight squeeze you give his hand.

“All good?,” you ask, eyes stuck on the path ahead, ears filled with the loud rumble of the coaster as it draws nearer to the top. In your peripheral, you see the swish of Satoru’s hair as he gives a swift nod and a short ‘mhm!’.

You glance over at him, and immediately something’s wrong. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth, brows furrowed and eyes wide with anxiety. “You sure you’re okay?”

He glances over at you and smiles, forced. “Y-yup! I’m fine, baby.”

“Satoru, you’re sweating.”

“It’s just hot–“

“You’re also really pale, even for you.”

His lips falter, eyes blink as though the sun beams straight through his blackened shades. “U-uh…”

You study the way Satoru wipes his forehead, and then smacks his lips. He doesn’t answer your ‘what’s wrong?’, only presses himself back in the seat as the coaster finally crests the first hill.

He licks his lips, smacks them again. “Ugh, my mouth feels really watery.”

Your brows raise. “Oh?” And then you recall something you’ve read related to sickness. “Doesn’t that mean you’re about to vomi-“

Your shriek, not because the ride has went plummeting, but because liquid now ejects from Satoru’s mouth, spews between his fingers as he tries to hold it all back. You lean away, constantly glancing back to see regurgitated ice cream shooting back on other passengers. Someone screams ‘Eww, what is this?!’ and you just pray they’ll think it’s bird poop or whatever, and also that too much of Satoru’s puke doesn't reach you.

By the time the amusement ride ends, a crowd of people are giving both you and Satoru dirty looks, mumbling insults and complaints under their breath and heading to the nearest restrooms to clean up. Satoru’s once clean shirt is stained in a dull rainbow of tossed-up ice cream, and you grab napkins from a nearby food booth to wipe his face clean.

“This is embarrassing.,” he mutters, shielding his face from passerby as you both begin heading home.

You sigh. “I told you we should wait, ya big baby.”

bonus :3

The next say, Satoru grabs your phone, intent on his usual activity of snapping an overabundance of selfies that you won't notice until the next time you check your album or he hints at having tampered with the device if you take too long. His thumb freezes over the camera icon in the corner.

"Y/N!," he yells, and you come rushing because why does it sound like he's in trouble?

You come sliding around the corner in socks, gripping the doorframe to steady yourself before coming to a halt in front of your held-out phone.

"What?", you ask, biting back a grin.

"What? Look at this photo!"

A giggle threatens to slip past your lips at the picture, a polaroid of you with a look of absolute shock and disgust as you hold up hands to shield yourself from Satoru, who sits next to you on the ride with wide, blue eyes, puffed out cheeks and throw-up bursting from between his fingers.

"Don't need to, I've been laughing at it since yesterday."

feel free to send a char + date idea <3

[crossbowandwitches]

What Should I Say? (Fred Weasley x OC)

A/N: Hi! I'm so sorry for the long wait, I was so nervous to carry this on, as this is the first story I've ever actually put out. Hope you enjoy the next part though!

Summary: In the bustling streets of Muggle London, Fred Weasley, known for his mischievous charm and quick wit, stumbles into an unexpected encounter that will turn his world upside down. At an ordinary acting class, he finds himself face to face with the enigmatic Delphine Howard, a woman who seems to have stepped right out of his dreams. However, he soon comes to a heart-wrenching realization: the love he's found in Delphine is a love he can never truly have. Or can he?

Warnings: Use of alcohol, swearing, but eventual smut, angst, stress etc.

Chapters 1 & 2

Word Count: 1540

Chapter 3: Delphine’s POV

I really disliked taking the tube after 8 pm, especially on a warm Friday night, and particularly on the Central line. It always reeked of alcohol or sweat, or both, since this line barely had air conditioning and it was still 23 degrees outside.

I put on my headphones and immersed myself in my favourite album, "If I Can’t Have Love I Want Power" by Halsey, as I embarked on my 15-stop journey from acting class to home.

My phone buzzed, and I saw a message from Russel: "Five Guys tonight?? x" Russel is my boyfriend, although it's complicated. The last thing I wanted was to entertain him tonight. Fridays were always the worst in the office, with endless weekly updates and making sure everything was sorted for the weekend, so I didn’t have to work over the weekend.

"I'm too tired tonight! x," I replied. Instantly, he sent me a sad face emoji. I should be used to this by now, the way he makes me feel bad because I won’t put out for him. He can be a dick, but I always end up going back to him because it's easier than trying again with someone new.

"Next Stop: Bethnal Green Station," I barely heard the announcement over my headphones, but then I realised I was one stop away. I grabbed my bag and made my way to the exit - not before accidentally hitting someone with my bag.

"Shoot, I’m so so-," I looked up and realized I had hit Fred Weasley, the tall and lanky redhead from Wednesday’s acting class.

"Delphine! Delphi!" He quickly corrected himself, knowing I’d prefer to be called Delphi. "Hey! How are you?" he asked.

"I’m good! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. Are you OK?" My cheeks were going red; I could feel it. I was embarrassed!

“It’s all good, hah!” He reassured me with a little smile. "Are you heading home?" I realized then that I was pulling into my stop and panicked - I didn’t want this chat to end, and I didn’t know why.

"Yes! Oh god, this is my stop! It was lovely to see you." I offered him an apologetic smile before saying a quick goodbye and hopping on the train. I quickly turned around, and we waved at each other.

“I’ll text you!” He shouted out before the doors closed between us. Something about that comment made me excited.

-

Why was my heart racing? It’s just this tall guy from my acting class, this tall, ginger guy, this tall, handsome, cute- I stopped myself from thinking like that. He’s my student, I’m his teacher and that’s that. 

As I came round the corner to my flat, I saw Russel standing outside and instantly dreaded coming home. Russel was around 5’8, with shoulder length brown hair. He wasn’t unattractive, far from it. He reminded me a little of Jake Gyllenhaal.

I let out a deep sigh as he came over to hug me, “Did you not see my text? I’m tired. Go home please.” He went in to kiss me and I instantly moved my face away. 

“Oh come on, Delphine. I brought dinner.” He grinned and held up a Five Guys takeaway bag, “Your favourite!”

I shook my head, “It’s /your/ favourite.” I headed up the two flights of stairs that lead to my flat with Russel following suit. “I’m really not in the mood tonight. Let's just plan something Sunday, please?” I pleaded but he was in the door the second after I unlocked it. 

“I’m here now, gorgeous. Come on, don’t be rude to your guest!” He shouted out, he was already heading to the kitchen to find drinks, probably something alcoholic. 

I let out an internal scream before kicking my Converse off at the door and locking it. I wish I was still on the tube with Fred. 

Chapter 4: Fred’s POV

As the train pulled away, I just couldn’t stop thinking about her. Was it wrong that I was thinking about her like this? 

“Fuck it.” I muttered to myself before pulling my phone out and the business card she gave me. I saved her number and sent her a quick text, ‘It’s Fred, from acting class. Hope you got home safe.’ 

The train finally reached my stop, and I stepped out into the busy station. I was heading to a party that George invited me to, he practically forced me to come. When I arrived, it was already packed, with music blaring from speakers, and people dancing, laughing and chatting in every corner. 

“There you are, Freddie!” George was already ushering me over to a group of friends before I had a chance to breathe, “Come and meet my friends.”

I constantly checked my phone and I could see George giving me weird looks, no way was I going to tell him why, but I must have been three drinks down when Delphi texted me back; 

‘Hey Fred, thanks! I got home safe :)’ I was grinning ear to ear, but instantly stopped myself when George came over. 

“Who you texting?” He asked, one eye raised. He was onto me. 

“Huh? Nothing.” I was bright red, George wasn’t going to let this go, so I popped my phone into my back pocket and went back to the party. 

-

By the time I decided to call it a night, it was well past 2 am and I had quite a bit to drink. I called George and me an Uber since neither of us was in a position to get any form of public transport. 

When we finally reached my flat, it was already 3 am. I fumbled with my keys, eventually managing to unlock the door and stumble inside. I collapsed onto my bed, my head spinning and my thoughts instantly on Delphi. 

Without even thinking, I grabbed my phone and texted her back, ‘Hey Delphi. Just got back from a party. Hope you had a good night. See you in class. :)’. 

“Shit!” I shouted, almost throwing my phone across the room. “Why did I do that?!” I took a deep sigh before popping my phone down. There was nothing I could do about it now. 

Chapter 5: Delphine’s POV

Russel was already rummaging through my kitchen cabinets. "Where do you keep the wine glasses?" he called out.

"Top shelf, left side," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I followed him into the kitchen, feeling the weight of the evening pressing down on me.

He found the glasses and poured two generous servings of white wine. "Here you go," he said, handing me one.

I took the glass but didn't drink. "Russel, I really am tired. I just want to relax tonight."

He took a sip of his wine and leaned against the counter, looking at me with a mix of frustration and something else I couldn't quite place. "You always say that, Delphine. When are we going to spend some real time together?"

I sighed, setting the glass down. "It's been a long week. Can we just plan something for Sunday? I promise I'll make it up to you."

Russel's eyes narrowed. "You always say that too. I'm starting to think you don't want to spend time with me at all." …I wonder why.

“I don’t want an argument tonight, Russel.” I said sternly, “Please, go home.”

“God, Delphine. Fine!” He practically threw his glass into the sink, “I’ll just get it somewhere else…” I wasn’t surprised to hear him mutter that under his breath - this is what he did. 

“Yeah, you do that.” I said as I was practically shoving him out the door and slamming the door in his face. I know what you’re thinking, why is she even with this dude? I ask myself this daily, weekly, hourly. It’s like a form of self-punishment, I just keep crawling back. 

“Now that he was gone, I can get on with my evening,” I said to myself as I unpacked my work bag and plugged my laptop in to charge. I rummaged around the bag for my phone and saw I had a text message from Fred. 

When he said he’d text, he meant it - a man that actually delivered.  -

I very rarely check my phone when I wake up, I’m usually rushing to the bathroom or prioritising a coffee first thing. I also don’t set alarms most of the time, I always wake up around 6.30 am, and this morning wasn’t any different. 

I was mid coffee-making when I heard my phone ringing. I didn’t make it back in time to get the call but it was from Russel, no surprise there. He probably hadn’t even gone home yet. I also saw a text message from Fred and chuckled to myself - a drunk text! 

‘Hey Fred, hope the hangover isn’t too bad, see you Wednesday!’ I was debating inviting him to Monday’s class, it was a smaller class, with more experienced actors which wouldn’t be a bad thing, but he’d probably be even more out of his comfort zone. 

I put my phone back and got on with my morning - there was no way he’d text back until this afternoon. 

[prk-gunwook]

Your Boys Planet writing is so good! <3 How about another fluffy one? Maybe their reaction to reader doing something cute/romantic for them like buying them a gift without an occasion or baking them cookies or something? Boys of your choice but I'd love if you include Jongwoo & Keita :)

BOYS PLANET — reactions to a gift

INCLUDES || sung hanbin | zhang hao | terazono keita | yoon jongwoo

GENRE || tooth-rotting fluff

WORD COUNT || 2.2k

NOTES || tysm for the kind words !! ofc i will include my fav boys keita and jong woo <3 lmk if you’d like a part two with the other boys— i got a bit carried away writing this, so it ended up way longer than i anticipated !!

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, SUNG HANBIN 𖥻 ❛ a new shirt ❜

SUNG HANBIN thinks you are his better half; the blood of his past mistakes spills from his lips and his mind and yet you are always there, ready to wipe away the dribbling crimson from his features with a soft hand and an even softer smile. Oftentimes he feels like a schoolboy with a crush, like he should pull at your hair for attention or kick you from beneath his desk.

Really, what did he do to earn someone so caring, someone so effortlessly generous? You joke you used up all your luck in getting to be with someone like him, but then what has he given for you? His hourglass of luck has been flipped upside down and inside out just to get a glimpse at you.

It shouldn’t be a surprise you gift him something when he hasn’t even asked for it— when he has mentioned needing it briefly in passing once or twice, hardly on his mind for longer than a second, but you picked up on it.

“Do you like it?” You ask nervously, wringing your hands as Hanbin stares at his reflection in the mirror. You’d brought home a new shirt for him— one that was expensive, of quality you’d never spend on yourself, but that you’d bought because it was for him.

Hanbin rolls the sleeves up, his forearms on display as he examines his reflection.

“I’d love anything from you,” He says, as if it were a simple fact. To him, it was. Your eyebrows furrow inward slightly, a sign of displeasure, and he turns to face you. “What?”

“I don’t want you to like it because it’s from me. I want you to like it because you… well, because you like it,” You say, lamely gesturing at the ground as if it would prove your point.

Hanbin merely smiles at you, reaching up a hand to affectionately ruffle your hair.

“You know me better than anyone. Of course I love it, idiot,” He tells you, his voice cased in a teasing lilt. You bite back a satisfied smile, opting instead to huff as you fix the collar for him (Hanbin had a bad habit of flipping the collar portion of shirts upwards, which bothered you to no end).

You feel the press of a soft kiss to your forehead as your hands move down to smooth out the fabric. “I love you,” He murmurs into your hair.

He needn’t say it; Sung Hanbin loves you so much it emanates off him in waves. He loves you like you are a child of the cosmos, like you are the ruler of his own personal world and life. And you love him just the same.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, ZHANG HAO 𖥻 ❛ hair clips ❜

ZHANG HAO, contrary to what you may think, loves fiercely, like a flame burning bright for only you. His words are liquid amber dripping down your ears, his kisses like a lighter setting your personal wax candle aflame. Zhang Hao is all of wintry branches and warm breezes, sticky-sweet toffee and bitter coffee.

He’s undeniable in his fiery spirit and gripping eyes, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He shows his love in affirmative words and soft touches— and you reciprocate. Neither of you gift the other things very often, and that’s never been a problem. It’s just not your style.

However, you couldn’t pass by a pack of emoji hair clips Hao didn’t yet own and not get them for him. That would be blasphemy.

You simply drop the pack of emoji clips on his bedside table, not bothering to leave a note or any indication it was you. Your Hao was smart, he’d know.

Likewise, he never gave any indication he ever received them, or that the clips hadn’t been a part of his collection to begin with. But you noticed, of course, that the next day his mess of dark hair was adorned with a new moon emoji clip.

He didn’t say thank you— well, not with words.

Hao looks at you like he’s hallucinating a halo atop your head, like he sees two wings sprouting behind your back and unfolding like a crisp book. And maybe he does; in his world, the sun revolves and spins around you. He is just one of many admirers, because he thinks you must have several hundred with how wonderful you are.

You don’t need to tell him you bought those clips with him in mind. No words are exchanged, but a million are said; “I thought of you and your stupid hair clips”, “These are from me”, “I love you enough to think of you all the time”.

A few weeks later (during which he has not worn a single hair clip not from the packet you bought him), a small box appears on your nightstand. When you open it, a collection of bright and colorful stickers fall out onto your lap. You know, instantly, these are from Hao (who constantly complains about the sheer amount of stickers decorating every piece of furniture the two of you own).

You sort through them, a smile breaking out when you land on the final sticker, not in a pack like the rest. This one was clearly cut out from another, placed deliberately among the others.

“I love you,” in bright, bold letters, with a combination of emojis surrounding it.

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, TERAZONO KEITA 𖥻 ❛ blankets ❜

KEITA sometimes wonders if you are a dog. He read somewhere that dogs like to be underneath things or between their owner’s legs because it makes them feel safe; currently, you’re bundled beneath about seven blankets of varying colors and textures, head just barely poking out to be seen.

He thinks he’s never seen anything cuter.

Keita isn’t used to being loved as strongly as you love him— you love him as if something may take him away at every waking moment, as if he will slip between your fingers, as if you are the luckiest person on earth to be able to spend a single second in his presence.

That doesn’t make any sense in his mind. But perhaps it’s like butterflies (he needs to stop comparing you to animals, he thinks to himself), and how they’re unable to see just how beautiful their wings are because they’re always behind them.

“Keita!” Comes your voice, muffled beneath the several layers of fluff. “Open up my backpack, the biggest pocket!”

He gives you an unimpressed look, his thoughts clearly communicated through only his gaze; you seriously can’t do it yourself?

“Just do it!” You huff, trying to move underneath the crushing weight of ten thousand blankets. You remind him briefly of when cats step on sticky notes and start flailing around (yet another animal comparison, he scolds himself), although he follows your orders and treads toward your bag obediently. Perhaps he’s the dog, after all, with how he follows you loyally.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing to be, he muses. Keita would follow you to the ends of the Earth if the situation arose, and he would do so without hesitation.

His fingers move deftly to unzip the bag, a mass of fluffy white greeting him. His first thought is, My god, did I manifest her getting a dog?, followed by, My god, it’s another blanket!

“You can’t be serious,” He says, pulling the blanket out from the bag. He feels a bit like a magician pulling a scarf out of a jacket pocket for a second, with how the blanket seems to just keep coming. You nod eagerly, wiggling around like a caterpillar in a cocoon (seriously, what is wrong with him? That’s the fourth one in five minutes) in an attempt to free one of your arms. You give up after a few seconds of struggling, instead opting to nudge your head in his direction.

“It’s for you!” You exclaim, as if you’ve just gifted him the greatest prize on earth. He can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes him as he examines the blanket. It’s similar to one you own, he realizes, your favorite blanket that he tends to steal when he gets cold. “Come on, join me in the blanket pile!”

“You are so dumb,” He comments, even as his smile grows ever bigger, eyes transforming into crescent moons. The gift is so innocuous— so entirely you— that he can’t help but treasure it.

When he turns to you, there’s a split second you can sense you’ve made a mistake. In the next second, he’s on top of you.

You can barely feel his body through the separation of all your blankets, but his weight crashes onto you violently and you fall off the couch, wriggling your cocooned-body around in an attempt to shake him off.

“Heathen!” You scream, turning around and around like some kind of spinning top. Keita just laughs, clinging onto you like a koala (that’s the fifth one, he counts in his head), as he spreads the blanket over both of your bodies.

Several hours later, you’re both still on the ground (but now you’re laying fully on top of Keita in an act of belated revenge, both of you snoozing peacefully in an outrageously large pile of blankets).

ꉂ — 𖥦 ♡ ,, YOON JONGWOO 𖥻 ❛ cookies ❜

YOON JONGWOO is pretty sure he’s a guardian angel fallen from heaven and you’re the human he was sworn to protect. Not only because he loves you so strongly it has to have some kind of explanation behind it, but because you’re dumb as a brick and surely would have died by now if he wasn’t always there to set things right.

Yes, Jongwoo loves you so strongly he’s sure if his admiration for you was a physical object it could stop bullet trains and shatter diamonds. He is eternally, devastatingly in love with you.

And as he watches smoke rise from your oven and you frantically wave a towel at it like it’ll do anything, he thanks whatever being let him fall down to earth to protect you. Because lord, how have you survived this long?

A tray of something (he thinks they’re supposed to be cookies, from the bag of chocolate chips on the counter and vaguely circular shape they take on) sits on the counter, burnt to charcoal and permeating the air with the smell of burnt sugar.

“You’re so goddamn stupid,” Jongwoo deadpans. You scream a little, whipping around to face him with an expression of both mortification and excitement (an interesting mix that he somehow finds endearing. Curse you and your stupidly attractive face). “Open the windows before the fire alarm goes off.”

“I’m sorry!” You squeak out, hurrying to follow his directions. He notices now that flour dusts your cheeks and nose, the apron hanging virtually useless on you. In fact, you seem to have gotten ingredients everywhere on you but the apron. It’s almost impressive. “I was trying to make cookies for you, but I took a nap halfway through and slept through the timer and—,”

Jongwoo interrupts you with a laugh, throaty and genuine, as he takes in the scene.

The kitchen; an absolute mess, a plethora of ingredients he doesn’t even think belong in cookies decorating the counter and floor. The oven, a steady stream of smoke still emanating from it, and the tray full of lumps of charcoal. And then you, hair a mess— is that an entire chunk of brown sugar in it?—, eyes wide, clothes stained and breathing heavy as you run around trying to open every available window. And, somehow, you’re still the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen and ever will see. He wonders for a moment if you’re the real angel between the two of you.

“It’s fine,” He says, stopping your long tirade of frazzled excuses and explanations. “I appreciate it, really. But…”

He grabs a ‘cookie’ using a paper towel, banging it against the counter and hearing a loud ‘thunk’ greet him in return.

“I don’t think we should eat these.”

You seem on the verge of tears, lip quivering and breathing shaky, so Jongwoo crosses the bit of space between you and wraps his arms around you.

“I really did try my best,” You say, worried that he was upset with you—or worse, thinks you incapable of basic motions. You’re usually a decent cook, you swear!

“I know,” He says, trying to discreetly pick the chunk of sugar from your hair since he’s pretty sure you haven’t noticed it yet. “And I love the thought.”

“If you really loved me you’d eat them,” You argue. He can tell you aren’t serious, but even the thought makes his nose scrunch up— he’s pretty sure he saw marmite out on the counter.

Jongwoo instead picks a cherry from the basket left untouched (probably the only thing in the kitchen left unscathed from your endeavor), and eats it.

“Does that satisfy you?” He asks, giving you a sweet kiss before you have the chance to answer. You can taste the cherry juice on his lips, and you’re sure he can taste the chocolate on yours, considering how many extra chocolate chips you ate.

“Take out for dinner?” You suggest against his lips. He nods, smiling into the kiss.

[ttylfedora]

April Fools with the Lions: Best Bits

Omg. Hello? It’s so nice to be back! In honour of April Fools and the discord having a bit of fun with it, I bring you… April Fools with the Lions: Best bits!

All characters belong to @lumosinlove. Happy April Fools!!

Logan rubbed his eyes, waking up fully. Leo curled into his neck at the movement. He looked over to find Finn’s side completely empty. Leo stirred once again and looked up at Logan with a sleepy smile.

Logan squinted at Leo, wondering if he was seeing things.

“Leo, why do you have lion face paint on?” Leo’s face was fully painted, as though he had been to Katie’s birthday party and had been forced to sit down and have his face painted during it.

“Why do you look like a zebra?” Leo asked, just as confused as Logan.

Logan grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and opened up his camera. Sure enough, an intricately painted zebra looked back at him.

He messaged Finn, asking if he woke up the same.

All that was sent back was a smile emoji sent by Siri.

-

“You’re going to walk into the rink like that?” Nat asked Kasey, who was sporting a dolphin and a rainbow across the side of his face.

“I need to find Finn before Finn finds me.” Kasey called back. “I know Alex didn’t do this on his own. He has about as much artistic talent as I do in my little toe.”

Kasey and Nat never did find Finn before practice. They did, however, find a Lion stood dead centre of the locker room looking at the Goalies TPed stalls.

“If this was you, you need to do better next year.” Kasey laughed, clapping Leo on the shoulder. Leo laughed.

“No no no. This was Cole and Layla. They were round the corner watching me come in here thinking I didn’t see them.

“Time to recruit Nat, I think,” Kasey whispered to Leo and pulled out his phone.

-

“Layla I have no clue what to do. I can’t go out on the ice like this. I thought I was being nice by just TPing Kasey’s stall!”

Layla only covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle, watching Cole panic over his now upside down name and number on his jersey.

“All is fair in love and war, Rookie!” Kasey howled through the door, Nat howling after him.

-

Pascal let out a frustrated groan. Some the start of practice, not a single one of his shot found the back of the net. Timmy let out a similar sigh, taking his helmet off and wiping the perspiration off his head.

“It’s playoff season! We can’t be doing this,” he gridded out. He watched Finn line up a perfect shot, only to miss as well. Looking over to Coach Weasley, he wondered why he wasn’t angrier. He looked amused, even.

Pascal looked down at his hockey stick. Something felt… off. He held it out in front of him, Timmy and Kuny doing the same.

“It feels small.” Evgeni stated.

Pascal looked up at the rest of the team to find the Triple Threat of April Fools, Remus, Sirius and James, grinning back at them.

“You know, when I locked Remus and Sirius in my basement, I did not expect to be paid back like this.”

-

“Luke! Luke!”

Luke ran into the bathroom, only to burst out laughing upon finding Saint with bright red hair.

“Was this you?” Saint’s face like thunder, he pointed to his bright red hair. Luke fought to keep a straight face and shook his head.

“I promise it wasn’t. Now hurry up, I need to shower as well.”

Two hours later, Saint and Luke rocked up to practice, looking like Rangers biggest fans sporting bright red and bright blue hair. Logan was unable to make a shot that practice, for he was laughing so hard at the coloured sweat dripping down both their necks. He snapped a pic for Leo, his only partner in fools it would seem…

-

Remus and Sirius made a habit of turning up to practice early. Maybe it was the quiet before the storm, maybe it was the control of having the rink to themselves. One thing they did know, however, was that they liked the rink before anyone started playing the practice session joint playlist. ‘Game Day Vibes’ they called it. A playlist comprising of songs from everyone’s repertoire.

Once the rink was full, Coach allowed the playlist to be put on. Except all that rang through the rink was… a nursery rhyme?

Remus looked over at Finn who was in charge of the playlist. He pressed skip. Finn looked up in confusion as a musical rendition of ‘incy wincy spider’ played out.

“Who, in the ever loving fuck put this in the playlist?” Jackson called out, skating round next to Finn as he frantically scrolled through the playlist. “It’s just nursery rhymes…”

James was doubled over in the far corner, something akin to ‘don’t diss my son’s music taste’ coming out in amongst gasps of laughter.

James had his playlist privileges revoked for 6 weeks.

-

“So we did the ducks last year, what are we doing to Remus and Sirius this year, Dumo?” Julian asked, placing his cereal bowl in the dishwasher.

Pascal thought on it, scratching his head.

Katie bounded in with multiple chain links in Rangers colours.

“Look what I made for Logan, Papa!” She held them up with a big toothy smile. Well, almost toothy. She had a visit from the tooth fairy the previous night.

Jules’ eyes widened and looked over at Pascal, who responded with his own fully toothy grin.

“Go get your brothers and sister, Katie. We have work to do.”

Remus and Sirius returned from practice to find their entire front room decked out in Rangers merch, chain links hanging from each light and across the ceiling.

“I swear as soon as Logan and I meet on the ice again…” Sirius looked over at Remus, “it’s war.”

Remus chuckled and pulled out his phone to find a message from Dumo.

‘Thanks for the key, it’s under the flower pot’

-

Everyone was gathered in Sid’s for their monthly get together. Some of the Rangers had made the trip down as well. Thomas was sat at the bar, his arm hooked loosely around Noelle’s waist.

“So no one managed to get either of the brothers?” She whispered in his ear.

Thomas smiled back at her, eyes softened as he moved a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Not yet. Did you manage to get the video?”

Noelle pulled her phone out of her bag and showed it to Thomas.

“It’s hilarious, T. Me and Nat were in stitches.” Thomas smiled slyly, placed a kiss on Noelle’s forehead, and walked up the the little make shift entertainment stage.

“Can I please have everyone’s attention!” He called out, arms wide. Mutters of ‘speech!’ were called out across the bar, paired with smattering’s of applause.

“Now with the close of another successful year of April Fools, we have this years standings. At the bottom, with the most unoriginal prank I think any of us have ever seen, we have Cole and Layla, who took it upon themselves to TP Knutty and Blizz’s goals.”

A round of ‘boo’s’ swept across the bar.

“Yes, yes, thank you. Do better next year” Cole and Layla had their heads in their hands looking mortified.

“Before I reveal the winner, I have one last thing I would like to do. Who here has been personally victimised by a certain pair of red-headed brothers this year?” Hands went up, Logan the Zebra’s face like thunder as people turned around to chuckle at him.

“Yes, now. I set Christmas on a task a week ago. Big love, Noelle,” he held a glass up to her and winked. “A little birdy once told us that our very own Alexander and Finnigan have their own pregame ritual they started when they were kids. Their mom and dad were more than happy to share this video with us-“

“No no no- please Walker I’m begging you,” Finn called out, laughter clinging onto his every word. Alex’s jaw was on the floor.

“If you’d please turn your attention to the screen.”

An old video played. A young Alex was instructing their parent to sit on the couch whilst Finn was in the background rewinding the tv to the perfect moment. The pair did an almost perfect rendition of the handshake from the parent trap.

Thomas looked back at Finn and Alex who were doubled over in laughter.

[randomshyperson]

New Romantics - Chapter Five - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Trapped in a loveless relationship that has cost her friendships, Wanda watches her senior year of school turn upside down after a party. She will make new friends and may end up learning that not every relationship is doomed to failure.

Warnings: (+16), straight and toxic relationships, making out, underage drinking, language, co-dependency, conversations about insecurity and self-worth, attempted romantic comedy, unrequited love at first, friends to lovers. | Words: 4.606k

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Chapter Five - The First Apologies

Novi Grad, Tuesday 07:35 pm

"Looks like someone had a fun night." That was the first thing Wanda heard entering the house. It was her own fault, of course, she had spent the whole way back with a silly smile on her face and even as she took off her shoes and coat at the door, her murmur of Good Night to her father in the kitchen was more content than usual.

Erik was chopping vegetables and offered a wink to his daughter who tried to disguise being caught. 

"Yeah, I was with my friends." She commented, and Erik let out a soft exclamation, tossing some tomatoes into a pot.

"And how is Jean, and Eve, and what was the name of the other one, Anna, right?"

Wanda swallowed dryly, and took courage, approaching the opposite countertop. "I don't hang out with those girls anymore, papa." Erik was surprised, but it was more curiosity than anything. He continued cooking but hummed in signaling that he was listening. Wanda sighed. "We had a fight, and we stopped being friends."

He wiped his hands on a dishcloth, looking at his daughter. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry. You guys were so close. No chance for reconciliation?"

Wanda shrugged. "I fucked things up-sorry." She regrets the swearing with a look from her father, who shakes his head in a short laugh saying it's okay. Wanda sighs again. "I made a bad mistake, and I hurt them. And they hurt me back. So I don't think I have any chance of making things right."

Erik nodded, reaching up to kiss his daughter's forehead. "Young people fight all the time, friends mostly. If time doesn't heal the wounds you have, it's okay to move on. You just need to know that you can always talk to me, okay? I miss that." He says, and Wanda smiles, briefly hugging him by the waist before leaving the kitchen to take a shower.

Pietro, who is lying on the bed with the door open, gets up in a jump as soon as he sees her pass in the hallway, and calls her quietly. Wanda turns to her brother with curiosity.

"You're having dinner with us tonight right?"

She laughs confusedly. "Yes?"

He nods eagerly. "Great, I have to talk to you two about something."

"Pietro, you are acting so weird, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, but it's important. I'll talk to you at dinner." He insists, and she frowns but eventually gives in on not bothering him.

As she is sorting clean clothes for the shower, her cell phone rings. Her face lights up immediately when she unlocks her phone and there is a picture on Instagram marked with her name. It is one of the doodles you made of her playing the guitar, and you posted it on the stories.

She replies to you with "When will I be able to take the painting home?"

And she feels her heart miss a beat when you respond with "The painter is coming with it, sorry."

She sighs as she flirts back, "I don't see the problem."

You send a shy emoji and a heart, and Wanda thinks it best to get in the shower before her family notices the color of her cheeks.

Novi Grad, Tuesday 08:24 pm

The pasta was delicious, and Wanda never ceased to be amazed at what a good cook her father was. A few minutes into dinner, chatting away, she almost forgot about Pietro's earlier anxiety, but he sure was growing tense by the minute.

When Erik finished telling them about the mid-year event the Hospital was thinking of doing, his eldest son cleared his throat and put down his fork.

"There's something I need to say."  He announced half-pale. Erik frowned and took a sip of the red wine.

"What is it, boy?"

Pietro swallowed dryly, exchanged a look with his sister, and replied:

"I'm quitting the track team."

Erik gave a confused laugh, "Pietro, don't be ridiculous. How do you plan to get a sports scholarship if you're not on the team?"

Pietro stares at his father, "I'm not going to college anymore."

Erik laughs again, thinking it is some kind of joke. He exchanges a look with Wanda, but the girl is equally surprised by the whole thing. Erik stops laughing.

"What is this, huh? Some kind of teenage crisis? If you wish to change your major, let's talk about it. But you are going to college. I made sure that you, both of you, got a good education and opportunities-"

"Crystal is pregnant."

The table falls completely silent for a full minute. Wanda moves first, and it is to pick up the bottle of wine and take a whole sip. Erik is in such shock that he doesn't even react to it.

"I beg your pardon?" The man then asks, as pale as his son.

Pietro looks like he might start crying at any moment. "She, we want to keep the baby. Take responsibility. We're not going to college, we're going to raise this child together, our families have some structure after all, and if one day either of us wants to go back to school, it will be at another time."

Pietro continues listing the reasons why this is a great idea, and about getting a job and living in the beach apartment, but Erik starts coughing. He puts his hand to his chest, and Wanda is screaming just as he starts to fall over onto his side.

"Pietro, for the love of god, call an ambulance!"  She holds her father up before he hits the ground, but he is clearly having a heart attack. "Daddy, hey, look at me, try to calm down."

"Too young... to be... a grandfather..." He manages to gasp beyond the pain.

Novi Grad, Wednesday 09:45 am

"Slow down, watch your step..."

Erik laughed weakly, patting his daughter on the shoulder. "Wanda, I'm fine, it was just a scare." He assures her, but she grimaces, adjusting her grip around his waist to help him into the house.

"A preinfarction is not a scare, Papa, it's a warning. You need to take it easy." 

"I can get into the house on my own, thank you." He frees himself from his daughter's help, and she sighs at the stubbornness, looking back to get some support from her twin brother, but Pietro - who is carrying the hospital bag - just shrugs. "I should get back to work soon, my patients need me."

"Absolutely not!" Wanda declares following him around the house. "The doctor said you have to rest. We've already called Dr. Palmer to let her know about your absence."

Erik sighs in frustration and sits down on one of the couches. "But-"

"No but, papa. You will rest, and that is final." She declares seriously, and Pietro closes the door as he enters. He takes the suitcase to the laundry room, and Wanda goes to help her father with his boots.

Erik thanks her with a smile, but when Wanda gets up, he holds her hand. "Honey, you should be in school."

She makes a soft grimace. "I can't think about school with you like this."

He gives her a sad smile, "But you need to. Wanda, I know about your grades, you can't afford missing classes."

The girl flinches in surprise and takes a moment to face her father again. "You're not.... angry?"

He sighs. "No, dear." He assures. "I was a little upset that you didn't come to talk to me about it when I got the call from the principal, but with work, I ended up leaving it on the back burner and for that, I apologize. Is there anything I can do to help you, maybe finding you a tutor?"

She shakes her head immediately. "I'm studying already. My new friends are helping me."

He smiles, stroking her hand. "So I still have a kid who's going to college?"

Wanda laughs, leaning over to kiss her father's cheek. "I'll think about it." She jokes, placing a hand on his chest. "Get some rest papa. I don't want to bury another parent, okay?"

Erik swallows dryly, but nods in understanding, resting his forehead on Wanda's for a moment before adjusting himself against the armchair.

Wanda only left the house after separating some snacks for Erik and checking to see if he was asleep. 

Novi Grad, Wednesday 10:00 am

Wanda is surprised that she managed to make it in time for history class, but she has to admit that she wasn't going to absorb much - She was too worried about what happened to her father to care about the Sokovia Revolution.

T'Challa was surprised to see her enter the room. "Maximoff, the guidance counselor told me about the incident with your father. You didn't have to come today."

"I kind of need the grade, professor." She clarifies clumsily, but he is anything but sympathetic.

"I would accept the activity another day. Are you sure you don't want to return home?"

She looks away, at the curious stares of some, but sees the described 'Mid-Year Assignment in the corner of the blackboard and sighs. "It's okay, Professor, really. My father insisted that I not skip school on his behalf, and he is needing to avoid any concerns."

T'Challa did not insist further, waving for her to sit then after giving her an assuring smile.

The committee girls' Facebook group was boiling with messages - Pietro had told someone about Erik's condition, and the news flew at such a speed that by the time Wanda left history class, the whole school knew about it.

She was approached by the girls with hugs and messages of support as soon as she stepped into the yard, and she giggled awkwardly at the gesture.

Natasha was talking about being there for her when you left the French classroom and came into the courtyard to join the group. Wanda tried to disguise her anxiety, but you simply hugged her and she almost had an actual heart attack.

"Hey, I heard about your father. How are you, and him?" You are asking worriedly, and Wanda is repeating the same things she said to the girls, but she holds you back much tighter. You release her a moment later, smiling as you say it was good news that nothing terrible had happened, and Wanda is very aware of the audience as you stroke her cheeks. 

Someone clears his throat behind you, suddenly, and the circle opens to another group that has approached. Vision doesn't seem at all pleased by the closeness between you, and grimaces. 

"Do I get a chance to hug my girlfriend too?" He sneers, and Wanda resists the urge to pull you back as you step away from her. Vision wastes no time in taking her by the hand to lead her further away from the group, asking about Erik and she wants to run off, suffocating with his attention. "So? I imagine the party won't be happening now that your father almost died."

She blinks in confusion and indignation. "What are you talking about?"

He chuckles shortly. "Baby, your foolish committee party." He clarifies with his hands in his pockets. "A surprise you forgot, you haven't shut your mouth about these girls since you met them."

Wanda adjusts her backpack uncomfortably. "Yeah, sorry if I forgot about a party while my dad was in the hospital. Why are you bringing this up now anyway?"

He hesitates, but then sighs. "There are some kids from NYU working at Dad's summer club. I invited them, wanted to create a friendship for you know, have some contact in case I choose New York." Vision explains meekly, but when he raises his hand to her face, Wanda pulls away at once.

"New York? What the hell are you talking about?"

Vision sighs impatiently, glancing quickly at the group a few feet away from them. "Don't make a scene now, okay? Remember the dinner I had with the guys from Novi Grad? Well, that didn't work out. They rejected my letter of admission, saying I lacked authenticity. They gave me another chance to speak, the day we arranged that lunch with your dad, that's why I couldn't show up. But I didn't do well in that either. I decided NYU was a great second plan."

Wanda gasps indignantly. "Vision, I wanted to go to NYU." She recalls with angry tears in her eyes. "You told me not to try, that we should study together in Sokovia. You manipulated me-"

"Jesus, what is this now?" He cuts her off angrily. "Manipulated you? What are you, five? I made a suggestion, which matched our plans before. And now it doesn't match anymore, it's no big thing."

"It was my thing!" She shouts indignantly, and he flinches, not because of her outburst, but because of the curious looks at the fight. "I wanted to go to New York to study music! You know that! You said it was stupid and childish. That Dad would never let me do something like that. You insisted until I missed the deadline!”

"Wanda, calm down-"

"I'm so fucking sick of you! Of your little games. It's been like this since we met, I can't take it anymore!"

"Stop it, will you? You're embarrassing yourself."

She sniffles angrily, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to be with you anymore. Go to New York, and go by yourself."

He chuckles incredulously, hesitating again. "Wanda, come on. Are you really going to be mad at me for choosing a decent future? A career?"

"Do what you want with your life, Vision. I've had enough of you."

She turns around, but he grabs her by the wrist. "Enough of this, you are clearly shaken by what happened to your father. Let's talk another time." He insists, trying to hold her face, but she pushes him away, to the point where she starts to cry.

"Let go of me, I don't want this anymore!"

The confusion makes the group react. Stark pulls his brother by the arm, and Wanda moves away to hug you and hides her face in your collarbone before she can even think about it.

"Come on Vison, let's go, you guys talk later..." Tony tries to appease things, but the taller blonde is looking at the scene and gives a wry laugh.

"Oh, I see what's going on here." He declares bitterly. "You're fucking her, aren't you darling?" He spits out the accusation, and Wanda can feel you tense up; your grip loosening. She tries to hold you tighter. Natasha and Yelena look ready to start fighting, and Tony's friends are watching for any movement.

"Vision, this isn't the time-" Tony starts but its Vision frees herself from the grip.

"I'm not even surprised, nor am I the first one you've cheated on!"

Wanda sobs indignantly, but it is she who releases you and turns to him with anger. "Don't you dare, you bastard! You know damn well what happened!"

"What I know is that you have no opinion of your own! You're doing what everyone else thinks is cool because you're a goddamn freak!

You move forward, but Natasha holds you back and Wanda gasps indignantly. Tony is in shock at the aggressiveness, and Vision takes the opportunity to continue spitting his venoms.

"You know I'm right. You seduced me to get out of the shadow of your friends and try to be popular but that backfired. And now you're dating a girl to make yourself look cool, but I have news for you Maximoff. You will always be a weirdo and a freak. Never smart enough, or pretty enough, for me or anyone else. The worst part is that you are an opportunistic slut!"

Wanda doesn't know when she left the courtyard - Everything was half blurred by her tears. But she saw the confusion, she felt herself being pushed away from the fight when you escaped Nat's grip.

She didn't see when you hit Vision, not the first time, not the fourth time. She didn't see the blood on his face, or your broken ring on the ground. 

Novi Grad, Wednesday 10:27 am

Sitting in the waiting chair in the boardroom are Yelena and Natasha on either side, Pietro and Clint on the opposite, and Wanda, all trying not to be so anxious.

From the people who walked around during the entire time you were in there with Tony Stark, Wanda heard at least a dozen whispers about the fight. She wasn't so much surprised that someone recorded the whole mess, she was genuinely worried about the penalties. 

Vision was in the infirmary, getting stitches, and she was considering storming into the office when you left with Tony.

The girls stood up along with her, and you were not smiling.

Tony sighed upset. "They were both suspended." He spoke up, seeing the way you were crestfallen. The reaction was immediate, but Tony assured everybody that they tried everything they could to get the Principal's decision changed and that this was better than an official report of assault. He left the scene with the boys, exchanging a quick look of apology with Wanda, before going to the infirmary after his brother.

Wanda approached you, well aware of the dried blood on your hand and shirt, but you shied away from the touch she tried. 

"Sorry." She said.

You forced a smile at her, sighing slightly as you stole a quick glance at Yelena and Natasha approached the principal who had just left the room in an attempt to convince him of how unfair the whole thing was. 

"Don't be, I'm just in over my head right now." You clarify upset. "I think I'm going to lose my scholarship because of the suspension. And if I'm not in school, my student visa has no validity." Wanda almost despairs, ready to join Nat and Yelena, but you hold her hand, keeping her with you. "I have a bunch of phone calls to make right now, but I need you to remember that nothing that idiot said is true."

"I don't give a damn about Vision. I care about you, what can I do-"

You chuckle lightly and must have decided to make her more of a mess, because you simply move closer to her face, losing the courage at the last second. Taking a deep breath that Wanda can feel on her cheek, you merely rub your nose against hers, making her blush very profoundly. "Don't worry sweet girl, I'll figure something out. I'll be busy for a while, but I'll call you when I can, alright?"

Wanda doesn't have time to overcome her shyness and react much - Soon the principal is calling you to take you outside the school grounds and you are offering her a parting smile before following the man.

Novi Grad, Thursday 01:12 pm

Wanda did not have a good day. With the whole school calling her a backstabbing bitch, you and Vision - who had a broken nose and a cut stitched in the middle of his forehead - suspended, she wondered how she was going to survive the rest of the year.

The mid-year vacations weren't that far away, but she felt she might suffer some sort of attack by then when she found a 'Die, heartless witch' note inside her locker. 

Yelena was ready to start a revolution, but she assured her friends that she didn't give a damn about this story. She just missed you and wanted to know how things were going.

You hadn't called yet, and this only increased her anxiety. Nat and Yelena mentioned that you were under a lot of stress right now and that you were sleeping late at night because of phone calls with the scholarship people and your parents.

When school ended on Thursday, Wanda just wanted to go home and be left alone, but when she went to the bathroom and bumped into Eve, she couldn't miss the opportunity.

"Can we talk?"

The girl continued adjusting her makeup in the mirror, but to Wanda's surprise, she didn't treat her aggressively, humming in agreement.

Wanda took a deep breath. "I am so sorry for what happened between us, Eve, I really am." She then started trying to control the emotion in her voice. "But we still have a senior year ahead of us, and it doesn't have to be hell. I fucked up, and I regret it. I remember how it was before when we were friends. How lucky I felt to have such nice girls wanting to hang out with me. I tried, always, to take care of you the same way you took care of me because you were the best friends I ever made." By now, Eve was also having trouble holding back tears, but Wanda smiled sadly and continued. "There isn't a day that I don't regret destroying that. Thinking about what I did makes me feel bad as a person. But I can't keep living with those regrets poisoning me, Eve."

"Wanda..."

"Please let me finish." The smaller one says, and the other nods softly. Wanda swallows dryly. "It doesn't matter if things were terrible between you and Vision, how you talked about dumping him every day, and about how it was just sex. It doesn't matter that I was in love. You were my friend, and if I had the chance to change things, I would never have broken your trust. I'm just really sorry. For lying to you, for ruining our friendship. You didn't deserve any of this." Wanda sniffles softly. "I don't need you to like me again, or for us to be friends I just wanted you to know how sorry I am for all of this, and I want this tension between all of us to cease to exist."

Eve sniffles slightly, and nods. "Okay, Wanda. No more fighting." She says, and Wanda breathes a relieved breath. "And while we're being honest, I have to confess that I wasn't angry with you for very long. I guess I was just being spiteful for no reason. You're right. Vision was, and still is, a complete asshole, and I think I failed to warn you that you deserved much more than someone like him."

Wanda nods tearfully, and Eve smiles, reaching up to wipe away her former friend's tears for a moment with the bar of her sleeve. "Thank you for forgiving me." She murmurs, and Eve nods, offering her a tight hug for a brief moment. Wanda sighs deeply in relief, and before she lets go of Eve, she jokes, "Do you think Jean can forgive me too?"

Eve laughs, breaking the grip. "Of course, make a speech like that and she'll be all over you again." Teases the girl, but Wanda frowns in confusion.

"What? What are you talking about, and what do you mean, again?"

It's Eve's turn to chuckle with confusion and then look at Wanda in utter surprise. "Oh my god, Maximoff, you have no idea, do you?" She declares, and Wanda shrugs her shoulders cluelessly. Eve shakes her head in disbelief. "Wanda, for heaven's sake. Why do you think Jean was so enraged by the theft of another girl's boyfriend? It wasn't for my honor or sisterhood codes, or whatever weak excuse she's made in the last few months. She can't accept that you started a secret relationship with someone who wasn't her."

“W-what…?”

Eve chuckled, finding amusement in the other's cluelessness. "Wanda, she was in love with you.  For a long time, I thought you knew."

"No, I had no idea..."

Eve sighs, patting the other's shoulder. "Well, there it is then. She had to get over it the hard way, and she has all this bitterness because she thinks it's unfair that you like girls but never looked at her." Eve confesses casually. "Maybe she just needs a little more time. Or therapy. Or both."

Wanda chuckled weakly, running a hand through her hair and trying to understand how she never realized this before. Eve goes back to putting on her makeup, and Wanda sighs. "I have to go home. See you around?"

"Sure, sweetie. Good luck with your Romeo." 

Wanda giggles, her cheeks warming.  "What?"

Eve stares at her through the mirror reflection, a small smile on her lips. "Everyone's seen the video of the fight, it's on Instagram. She's pretty, your friend. And having someone to defend you like that without hesitation? Super hot."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Wanda leaves the bathroom laughing shyly. 

She is in the exit hallway when her cell phone vibrates, and it doesn't help to change the color of her cheeks when it is you calling.

Wanda takes a deep breath and answers on the third ring.

"H-Hi, hello." She says clumsily, receiving a short laugh from you that makes her legs wobbly. She stops walking, leaning on the hallway wall. 

"Hey, Wands, are you busy?" You ask, and it's her turn to chuckle softly.

"I'm the one who should ask." She jokes. "How are things?" She asks and can imagine you shrugging casually as you always do in person. You are smiling on the other end of the line.

"Messy I guess." You mutter. "Don't worry, I think I'm working it out. My parents will contact the school, and try to put up a good image for me with the principal or whatever... But that's not why I called." You say taking a deep breath. "I miss you."

Wanda feels her heart miss two beats in a row, and her face warms deeply. She bites back a smile and gives an embarrassed little laugh. She feels so stupidly in love that it's almost silly.

"Yeah?" she manages to retort. "I missed you too."

You mimic the sound, grinning softly and probably blushing as much as she does even though Wanda has no way of seeing it. "Good to know." You murmur shyly before clearing your throat. "So... I know things are a bit of a mess right now, and the chance of me being deported is pretty high, but..." Wanda complains softly about your joke, but you just laugh softly without apology. "We could hang out if you have some time. Maybe at your place or mine, whatever works for you…"

Wanda shifts the weight of her feet, one hand brushing her hair out of the front of her eyes. "I don't want you to leave, Y/N."

"Yeah, I don't want to leave either. Especially now that..." But you shut up, swallowing dryly and part of Wanda knows why and it makes her heart speed up all at once. She bites her lip and there is a moment of silence between you until she sighs.

“I know technically you can't be at school, but could you walk me home? I shouldn't go across town with Dad recovering alone..."

"Oh, of course, Wands, don't worry, I'll walk you home." You assure her tenderly. "And maybe I could stay for dinner?"

Wanda smiles shyly, nodding even though you can't see it. "Yeah, that sounds nice." She confirms with her heart racing and her stomach full of butterflies. Not much different from the state you are in.

You smile, and she hears noises in the background of things being knocked over, probably you getting ready to pick her up. "See you soon then. Bye."

"Bye." She says meekly, and there is a moment that you just stay on the line before you share giggles at the same time before hanging up. 

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Hey can you write a story about sugarmommy!yeji who is like 5-6 years older than the reader, but actually has hidden feelings for her. Reader gets bad marks in her finals and yeji punishes her for it ;). When shes done, she feels guilty about what she did and during the aftercare she accidently reveals her feelings for the reader.

The pic in which she was wearing that leather jacket made me think about this.

If you can't write this, i have no problem. I know you have a lot of requests already and you are also in medical right? Being a medical student myself, i understand how hard it is to manage these things together, so i just wanted to say that ur doing a great job ❤

this yeji look is so superior <3

idk if this counts as a story buuuuuut….enjoy this fellow med student <3 may this thought give your tired brain some energy :)

yeji should've known better when you didn't respond back with your usual emoji filled text messages to her, picking you up from school seeing your sullen look yeji immediately drives you to her place and demands that you spill the beans about your day, revealing to yeji in a low voice that you failed your finals she immediately knows the remedy to turn your frown upside down and turns your sad evening into one of sexual punishment, with a riding crop and handcuffs yeji makes you sure you remember that you did your best and now it was her turn to turn your sexy brain off for a moment with a quick spanking and letting her use your body make you feel loved and appreciated for all you do…which might have had her yelling how much she loved you as you came hard on her face after she had eaten out of you with such eagerness and affection, you wake up with red wrists and a shy yeji asking you how you felt to which you responded back to her with a kiss on the lips and smile saying how much you loved what she did to make you feel better and even that you might feel the same way back making yeji squeal and shower you in kisses causing you to yelp and squirm still tender from her 'punishment' earlier, yeji heads to the bathroom promising to buy you a very expensive outfit for a night out of town to explore more these feeling you both have for each other :3

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Ice Cream for Breakfast

Written for @thefreakandthehair Summer Fanworks Challenge 2023

Prompt:  “There’s more ice cream on your face than what’s left in the cone.”

Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Steddie Dads, Modern AU (No Upside Down), OC Female Character (Sienna Wayne Harrington-Munson)

Rating: T, mild physical intimacy

Words: 5047

Divider art by: @saradika

Find me on Ao3 at thunderously_halo :)

Summary: Steve and Eddie decide to take their four-year-old daughter, Sienna, to get ice cream. For breakfast.

Steve stood in the doorway of their daughter’s playroom as he watched Eddie twirl dramatically. 

Eddie wore his usual black plaid pajamas and gray tee, but sported their daughter’s princess hat on his head. The gossamer tendril at the end fluttered as it followed Eddie through a series of what Steve was sure was an attempt at a leap and a pirouette. The princess hat was tied with a ribbon under his chin as their daughter, Sienna, watched cross legged on the floor in silent amazement. 

It was almost too precious for his heart to handle.

Sienna giggled as Eddie twirled. “Daddy dancing!” she shouted with glee.

Eddie balanced on his tiptoes and then rhythmically glided through the playroom, stepping over building blocks and plastic pieces of food from the kitchen set and Sienna’s abandoned blankie. He hummed as he went and ended with a dramatic bow before falling playfully to the floor. He fell to his back in feign exhaustion. 

“See? Princesses can definitely dance,” Eddie explained. “But oof, Daddy is completely danced out.” 

Sienna wasted no time at all as she scrambled from her seat to climb onto Eddie’s chest. “Daddy dance!” she shrieked, clapping and bouncing, her small legs bracing Eddie’s torso.

Steve stifled another laugh as he caught Eddie wince as Sienna’s body weight crashed into his sternum before he caught her and cuddled her close to kiss her brown curls. He gently reclipped one of her sparkly barrettes she wore; Robin had gifted them and Sienna had screeched in excitement and demanded to clip them in right away. It’d been weeks and Sienna hadn’t taken them out and even slept with them in. The other pink barrette was in a tangled droop in her hair, proof that she’d slept in them again. 

The pink barrettes matched her pink pajamas that were printed with overlapping blue and purple electric guitar emojis. Eddie had thought them cute and got a few pairs, arguing that they were too cute to pass up.

Sienna caught sight of Steve in the doorway and gasped. “Daddy!” she shouted and climbed off of Eddie and straight into Steve. She fell easily into his awaiting arms and he lifted her up. 

“Morning, my sweet pea,” Steve greeted, tickling her and kissing her forehead and cheeks. “I see someone danced out dad.”

Sienna giggled and pointed at Eddie who was now sitting up. “Daddy dance!” She turned back to Steve with her hazel eyes sparking. She smiled wide enough to show off her tiny teeth. “Daddy dance good.”

“I think someone’s a fan of your dance moves,” Steve smiled as Eddie stood to say good morning.

Steve kissed Eddie softly, pausing to also peck a kiss on his cheek. He could tell there was a heavy tiredness behind Eddie’s brown eyes. 

“What time she’d get up?” he asked.

Steve remembered Sienna crawling in their bed last night and falling asleep between the two of them, her soft feet pressed against his back. She’d woken early and both he and Eddie had switched between whispering encouragement to go back to sleep. After an hour, Eddie gave up and took her downstairs to quietly play. 

Eddie leaned on him and yawned. “4:43am,” he sighed. “Should be primed for a nap at what, like ten?”

Steve nodded as he smiled at Sienna, poking her belly gently. “That’s been your usual, huh?”

Sienna responded by pointing at the table. “Ice cream!” 

“Ice cream?” Steve asked, eying Eddie. He was usually behind Sienna’s sudden want for sugar.

“We were also having an ice cream tea party,” Eddie explained. “She’s been all about the ice cream lately.” Eddie wasn’t lying. Sienna loved ice cream and had been the reason for their near-daily evening walk to Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlour. She loved getting her kiddie scoop of double chocolate chip while demanding a taste of Eddie’s usual Rocky Road and Steve’s Turtle. She’d stick her fingers in the caramel of Steve’s ice cream, marveling at the way it would stick and stretch between her small fingers before licking it off. It only added to the mess that was her eating ice cream, but Steve loved it. And he always made sure to pack extra wipes.

They’d been to the one in town enough times that the owner knew their family personally and had even lent them the keys for one of their late night date nights. It was hard to imagine that years ago Steve had worked one of their locations in Hawkins; it was how he met Robin.  

“Ice cream princess,” Sienna said before giggling and snuggling into Steve’s neck. He hugged her back. 

“Ahh, you want to be an ice cream princess?” Steve asked.

“Daddy princess, Daddy princess,” Sienna giggled. She pointed to Eddie, who still wore the pink princess hat.

“You want me to be the ice cream princess?” Eddie asked her. “Because I’d be honored.” He met Steve’s eyes. “She had me as the tea maker this morning so clearly I’ve moved up a few ranks.”

“I queen,” Sienna explained, squirming in Steve’s arms and he set her down. She went straight to her small play table and held out a plastic piece of cake from her playset. “I queen, you princess.”

Eddie nodded seriously. “Sit here,” she instructed and then reached for a piece of plastic cake.

She handed it to him as Steve joined them. “Eat?”

“Oh, this looks delicious,” Eddie smiled. He straightened the tipping princess hat on his head before he took a pretend bite of cake.

Steve sat obediently at the table and Sienna gave him a plastic mug. “Ice cream tea!” she laughed. She pretended to blow on it. “It hot.”

“Is it made of melted ice cream?” Steve asked. He took a pretend sip. “Because that tastes just like ice cream.”

“Not melted,” Sienna shook her head and her curls bounced. “It just hot ice cream.”  

Steve nodded knowingly as she handed a mug to Eddie.  

“Oh, we’re having ice cream for breakfast?” Eddie inquired, taking the mug. 

Sienna nodded. “Ice cream for everyone.”

 “Ooo, it’s yummy,” Eddie mused. “Do you have any pancakes or cereal? I would love to have it to go with my ice cream.”

Sienna shook her head. “Only ice cream!” she shouted gleefully.

Steve smiled and took an invisible bite of his cake. “Well, I’m loving this ice cream, even if it is for breakfast.”

“What if we did have ice cream for breakfast?” Eddie suggested, his voice holding the lilt of an idea in motion.

“We are having ice cream for breakfast,” Steve replied, gesturing to his plastic cake.

Sienna had moved on to play in her play kitchen, busying herself with the play pans and skillets. She put a pile of peas in a pan as she hummed.

“I mean having ice cream for breakfast for real,” Eddie explained. “It’s a Saturday morning and we can go to the park after, run off all the sugar, and be home for naptime.”

Steve grimaced as he remembered the way Sienna had refused her afternoon nap after sneaking one too many pieces of Halloween candy. It had ended in a meltdown and a very late nap that had thrown off the entire day.  

“I’m not sure having that much sugar will bode well for naptime.”

“We’ve also got nothing in the calendar tomorrow,” Eddie went on. 

 Steve glanced at his watch. “It’s barely seven. Nothing’s open.”

“Says the man with the keys to Scoops,” Eddie countered. “And just think of the adventure ice cream for breakfast could lead to. Maybe we could have ice cream for breakfast and breakfast for dinner tonight. Start a whole tradition.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled with the idea.

“I dunno,” Steve resisted. He glanced at his daughter who was carrying the pan with the peas in it to serve him.

“Ice cream,” Sienna said confidently. “Yummy!”

She reached her arms out to Steve and he took her in his. As she burrowed into his neck, Steve found his excuses starting to melt. Eddie was right. It was a weekend and what was the worst thing that could happen? She got hopped up on sugar and ran it off at the park? And they had other foods they could have her eat later in the day. Healthy ones, like peas and carrots. 

He inwardly cringed. He sounded like such a dad.

“I can see you thinking,” Eddie smiled. “Does that mean that I should get her shoes?”

Steve took a deep breath and then nodded. “Yeah, let’s do it. And maybe we can make it a tradition.”

Eddie’s face broke into a wide smile. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” 

Steve planted a kiss against Sienna’s small birthmark at her ear. “Well, what do you say, Sienna? Want to go to Scoops to get ice cream for breakfast?”

Sienna’s face went wide with excitement. “Ice cream!!!” She scrambled out of Steve’s arms and jumped around. “Ice cream, ice cream, Scoops! Ice cream, ice cream, Scoops,” she cheered. Her small feet bounced her around happily and she grabbed her blankie. “Blankie too?”

“Yep, we’re all going to Scoops,” Steve smiled. “Daddy’ll help you put on your shoes.” He turned back to Eddie. “And her bag’s still upstairs from when we came back from the library storytime yesterday?”

Eddie nodded as Sienna wiggled happily in his arms. “Yeah, I left it up there to remind me to add more wipes.”

“Okay, I’ll get us packed and meet you at the car.” Steve stood to head upstairs but Eddie grabbed his wrist to pull him close.

Eddie kissed his lips softly and smiled. “I love mornings with you,” he murmured. “Even if they sometimes start before sunrise.”

“Mornings with you are nothing in comparison to how much I love watching the two of you eat ice cream,” Steve teased. “The extra wipes will be for the both of you.”

Eddie smiled and kissed Sienna’s cheek. “Like father, like daughter.” He pecked another kiss on Steve’s cheek. “See you in the car.”

Steve headed to the kitchen, smiling as the house was filled with the sound of Sienna’s laughs as Eddie put on her shoes. Before Steve made it to the kitchen, he heard her tell-tale whines as Eddie convinced her that they couldn’t take every single toy in the car with them. 

Since Eddie still wore his pajama pants, Steve stayed in his, but chose to slip on a different shirt that had less holes in it. Then he found the diaper bag and thumbed through its contents. 

He’d packed her diaper bag enough times to do it with his eyes closed, but when he noticed her extra pair of clothes missing (the spilled juice at the library yesterday, he remembered), he went to grab another pair from her dresser. When he opened the drawer, his heart squeezed at the neatly folded pants and shirts organized in sets. He took a pair with flowers printed on the shirt and pants, looking at how much they like clothes for a tiny person. Which is what Sienna was now.

When had she gotten so big? 

He remembered how nervous he was the day she was born, and it wasn’t until her little body was placed in his arms when it all was suddenly real. He was a dad. A father. He’d held her close as her tiny body snuggled against him. Steve’s jangled nerves had calmed as his love for her poured over any anxiety he had. Whatever the future held, he’d be there by her side.

Steve smiled at the memory and packed her extra blankie and before he let himself think too hard about it, her pacifier. She’d mostly outgrown it, but in dire cases, she still found comfort from it. He zipped up the bag and shouldered it, and then closed the shades before leaving the room. 

Downstairs was quiet when he returned to the first floor, and Steve adjusted the bag on his shoulder before reaching up to the shelf next to the fridge. He patted his hand around on the third shelf, feeling for the brass key to Scoops. Sure enough, he felt the cold metal meet his hand and he grabbed it and pocketed it before leaving the house. The front door lock clicked and Steve turned to see the door to their van open and Eddie leaning in as Sienna ran around on the inside.

“So that’s a negative on getting her buckled in?” Steve joked as he approached the car. “I’m surprised she even made it in the car at all.”

“Me too,” Eddie huffed. He had one knee in the car as he tried to reach her. “I’m about two seconds away from letting her get an extra topping if she can just buckle in.”

“Sienna,” Steve called as he dropped her diaper bag in the backseat. She stood in the middle aisle of the car looking like she was contemplating hiding under the seat in the back. “We can’t get ice cream unless you buckle in.”

“I know it’s your least favorite part of the car,” Eddie added. “And we’ve got to drive because we’re going to the park after ice cream.”

Sienna still stood with her arms crossed, but had inched toward her seat the mention of both ice cream and the park.

Eddie managed to reach her before she made the climb into the front seat and lifted her into her car seat.

Immediately, the flurry of kicking began, followed by whiny tears.

“It’s your least favorite, I know,” Eddie sympathized. “And you can kick and scream, but we’ve still gotta buckle you in. It helps keep you safe.”

Sienna writhed, pushing her small body up into a stiff board as she flat-out refused to bend into her car seat.

Eddie kept nodding in sympathy and Steve helped him catch when she finally went lax, snapping the top buckle together as Eddie clicked in her other buckle.

Sienna squirmed and cried, her face pinched and red.

“I know, baby,” Steve soothed. “I know it’s uncomfortable.” And they’d done everything they could to help the process be better, from seatbelt covers and toy distractions, but it was a simple fact: Sienna hated being buckled in. 

“I can drive,” Eddie offered. “You want Daddy to sit back here with you?” he asked his daughter. 

Sienna nodded pitifully.

“And he can read some stories?” Eddie asked, nodding to the pile of books next to her car seat. 

Steve was already pulling out a book and handed Eddie the car keys. “I think the ride’s long enough for The Little Engine That Could,” he mentioned to her.

Sienna’s teary face pouted but she reached for the book. “Story?”

“Absolutely, sweetie, I’ll read to you,” Steve said as Eddie started the car and started to drive. 

Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor wasn’t anything fancy. It was white and wooden and had a simple nautical theme to it. It had a few stairs in front, and a ramp on the side, both painted white with the railings wrapped in thick rope. There were two doors to go in and out, and each had half a helm on it. They were bronze but golden with use, and they gleamed in the morning sun.

Steve used the long brass key to click open the lock and stepped to the side to punch in the code to disable the alarm. Once it was disabled, he took a minute to take in the empty, eerily quiet parlor. It was a complete opposite to how he usually saw the place; in the evenings, the counter was bustling with people placing orders or waiting on their order, and kids of all heights peered into the ice cream display freezer with excitement and awe. 

But now the parlor stood still. The chairs were stacked on tables and there was only the low hum of the running freezers. The oddly harsh white lights of the ice cream display freezers gave the parlor a soft glow, almost as if it was bathed in quiet magic. But the quietness was shattered as Sienna ran in behind him, weaving through the small aisles between the tables and climbing into one of the booths. 

“It’s crazy to be here in the morning,” Eddie mentioned as he looked around for the lights. “It almost seems too quiet.”

Steve braced himself for the brightness of the fluorescents, but instead, Eddie had turned on the ambience lights over the ice cream, giving the whole place an even softer glow. The ice cream looked welcoming under the lights, and Steve was suddenly hit with memories of endless evenings and shifts spent slinging ice cream with Robin. Steve made a mental note to give her a call later.

The freezers were cold to the touch. Flavors upon flavors of ice cream lined the double freezer including everything from sherbert and bubblegum to fruity gelato and cookie dough. 

He made his way behind the counter, already looking for where the scoops were kept. Sure enough, they hung next to the freezer and he grabbed one, flipping it in his hand. He caught it easily and smiled. Some things you just didn’t forget. 

 “Ahoy there,” Steve called. “Would you like to sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain.”

Eddie face flashed with something like want as Sienna ran up to the counter.

 “What would you like, sweet pea?” Steve asked her. Eddie lifted her so she could see the freezers and she pointed with a wondered gaze at all the flavors. “Try? I try?” she asked.

“You can try a three,” Steve instructed. 

“I’m tempted to ask you to make me that banana split sail boat,” Eddie laughed as he browsed the flavors.

Steve made a face. “I swore on my last shift that I’d never make one again.”

“Was it really that horrible?” 

“No, no, it’s not the ice cream that’s the issue with it. It’s the stupid sails that go on top of it.” Steve rolled his eyes at the memory. “Do you know how hard it was to get that sail shape out of a waffle cone? During a busy shift?” Steve shook his head. “Never again.”

Eddie pondered that for a second before nodding with understanding. He adjusted Sienna in his arms so that she could press her small hands against the glass.

“So what do you think, kiddo?” he asked her. “Anything looking good?”

“All of them!” Sienna rocked excitedly in Eddie’s arms, pointing at all the flavors trying to decide. 

It took three samples for Sienna to settle on double chocolate chip, and it took Eddie seven samples before realizing he wanted one scoop of Rocky Road and one scoop of Moose Tracks. 

Steve pulled the ice cream scooper out from the hot water and started scooping. His arm remembered the ‘S’ motion to scoop, and he watched the small scooper yield a perfectly round scoop of ice cream. He added it easily to the small cup he held in his other hand. 

“That’s for Sienna,” he said before pulling out another clean ice cream scoop for Eddie’s.

“Mm, my man still got it,” Eddie purred, watching Steve add his scoop into a cup. 

“Never lost it,” Steve replied. The scoop made its way easily through the ice cream, and as Steve added into the cup, he looked up to watch Eddie as he monitored their daughter as she ran between the tables

The sight was almost too much. 

He’d gotten used to looking up from behind the counter to see a line of customers, but now, looking up to see his husband chasing their daughter made his heart skip. And most of all, he got to watch as he did one of the things he did best: scoop ice cream. 

He was tempted to pinch himself; this was beyond any life he could have dreamed for himself.

“You want to add the fudge?” Steve called to Eddie as he finished his order. 

Eddie had gone crazy at the sight of the hot fudge sundae faucet when they’d first visited and each time after.

“Oh absolutely.” Eddie rushed out excitedly. He grabbed his cup of ice cream off the top of the freezer and then held it under the faucet to coat it in hot fudge. 

Steve snickered. “I see you take your hot fudge with your ice cream instead of the other way around.”

“You know it,” Eddie winked. He took a lick of the hot fudge sauce and nodded appreciatively. “They know what they’re doing with their hot fudge.”

Steve didn’t bother trying to hide his stare at the peek of Eddie’s tongue. 

Sienna shrieked as she ran back towards them and Eddie scooped her up with one arm. “You having fun?” he asked, giving her an open smile.

“Playing tag!” Sienna wiggled as she fought to be put down. Eddie complied and she took off again. 

Steve focused on scooping his own ice cream, glad when Eddie was working to get Sienna in a seat. Once Steve came with her cup and spoon, she wasted no time digging in. 

Eddie studied his pool of hot fudge before digging in. “Okay, that’s delicious,” he smiled, ice cream already on his lips and face. 

Steve was tempted to lick it off.

Sienna waved her spoon, sprinkling Steve’s face with chocolate specks. “Oops,” he gasped. “Here, spoon goes here. You can wave the napkin around if you want, though,” he tried, guiding Sienna’s spoon through the ice cream for another bite

Sienna just smiled her toothy grin and took another bite of ice cream. The cone stood in her melting ice cream and she grabbed it to happily crunch on it.

“Is it good?”

She nodded happily. “Yummy!” Her focus was on the cup and spoon in front of her and how to get another successful spoonful. 

“You’re doing really well with that,” Steve commented. 

“Like you,” she pointed at Steve and his spoon. “I like you.”

Steve’s heart threatened to burst. “Yeah, you’re using your spoon just like me, kiddo.” 

He snuggled closer to Eddie. 

“I can’t believe it,” Steve mumbled into Eddie’s shoulder. 

“What?” Eddie asked. He offered Steve a bite of his and Steve ate easily off his spoon. 

Steve swallowed before answering. “Ugh, I always forget how good Rocky Road is,” he laughed.

“Glad I’m always here to share,” Eddie smiled sweetly. “What can’t you believe?” “That we did this. And that I get to feed you ice cream on a Saturday morning.” Steve smiled.  Steve fed Eddie a bite of his, being sure to add a little extra fudge to the bite before he ate it. 

Eddie nudged his knee. “And I’m thoroughly enjoying it,” he said with his mouth full of ice cream. 

In the end, Sienna’s small hands were covered in sticky chocolate ice cream and most of the cone was already broken and soggy in the melting pool of ice cream. Still, Sienna continued dipping her fingers in the chocolate pool before taking a piece of cone and sucking on it happily. Her face was smeared with chocolate and bits of ice cream cone. One small piece had even gotten stuck on above her eyebrow.

“There’s more ice cream on your face than what’s left in the cone,” Steve laughed. 

But Sienna was perfectly content to dip her fingers into her cup of now-melted ice cream and lick them gleefully.

Eddie didn’t fare much better and when Steve looked over, Eddie had a ring of chocolate around his lips and cheeks. 

“You match our daughter,” Steve laughed. He leaned into Eddie and kissed him, choosing at the last second to lick the corner of Eddie’s mouth. It was the best tasting chocolate Steve had ever had. 

Eddie kissed him back but when he went to stroke Steve’s cheek, he remembered his hands were covered in ice cream. “I’ll get the napkins,” he smiled. “We can pick up all this later.”

“Holding you to that, by the way,” Steve replied as Eddie returned with another stack of napkins. He reached for one to clean Sienna’s face.

“Here, sweet pea, let me see your face,” Steve guided. Sienna obediently looked up at him. Her hazel eyes looked up at the ceiling as he dabbed her mouth and cheeks with the clean napkin. 

The napkin did nothing but stick to her face and hands and Steve grimaced. Everything had gotten stickier.

“Calling an SOS,” Steve requested, thankful that Eddie was already grabbing the wipes from the diaper bag. “Hand me a few,” he added. “She’s definitely going to need more than one.”

The wipes were better and once Sienna’s cheeks and lips were clean, Steve moved on to her hands. He played This Little Piggy as he cleaned each finger, his own face breaking into a smile at her giggles as he tickled her.

Steve finished his ice cream and once Sienna started climbing off the booth to start pulling down chairs, they figured it was time to go.

The drive from the mall to the small park wasn’t far and Sienna ran towards the park as soon as they’d arrived. 

“Bet she’ll be tired once we hit the swings,” Eddie said, giving Steve a nudge.

Sure enough, Sienna spent the first twenty minutes running around making silly faces at her dads and then found her way to the slide. She was more than happy to climb up again and again to slide down to either of her father’s waiting arms. 

“Again, again!” she clapped each time she fell into their arms. 

And they went again and again before Sienna pointed towards the swings. “Sings? she asked, pointing at them and looking at her dads. 

“You want to swing?” Eddie asked. “I can push you.”

It took Eddie a second to get her legs through the swing holes, but once she was in place, he pushed her.

Steve came up behind him and hugged him from behind as he pushed Sienna.

“She loves the swings,” he sighed. 

“Just like you,” Eddie nudged. “Now come on, show her how you swing.” He turned to Sienna, who now had a permanent smile on her face as the world swung by. “Sisi, watch Daddy,” Eddie encouraged her.

Steve climbed on the swing and kicked off the ground, letting himself swing back and forth slowly to start. He hadn’t done this in years and once he was sure the swing was sturdy, he pumped his legs then leaned his head back. The sudden rush made him gasp in surprise, then laugh as he righted himself and kept swinging.  His continued laughs echoing around the park with his daughter’s.

Sienna was already copying Steve and putting her head back. And she screamed at the rush of it all as she held on tightly to the side of the swing but her face was a wide toothy smile. This continued until she grew more pensive, glancing around at the world as Eddie gently pushed her.

It was another few minutes before Sienna was rubbing her eyes and Eddie slowed the swing to hand her her blankie from the diaper bag. She took it and buried her face in it.  Then she reached her hands towards Eddie.

“Mm, I think someone’s getting tired,” Eddie mentioned as he stopped the swing to lift her out of it. She snuggled into his shoulder. 

Steve was already grabbing her bag and took the keys from Eddie as they headed back to the car. It was time to go home.

The car ride home was quiet and although Sienna had nearly had a tantrum as she was unfairly buckled in again, it took Steve’s calming reading voice to distract her. She’d quieted as she listened and it took until they pulled up the driveway for her to start dozing off. 

Eddie nodded to him. “I can get her stuff,” he offered. 

Steve nodded and carefully unbuckled Sienna. She shifted and opened her eyes as Steve got her from the carseat. But once she was in his arms, she used his shoulder as a pillow and her other arm curled loosely around his neck in comfort.  

“She sleepin’?” Steve stage-whispered to Eddie. He wanted to make sure before he took her upstairs. 

Eddie nodded. “I’ll meet you in her room.”

Steve made his way into the house, feeling his daughter snuggle deeper into his arms. It was times like these when he wished she could sleep in his arms. They’d tried it once, but Steve found that Sienna slept better when she was in her own bed. 

He unlocked the house one-handed and slipped off his shoes before heading upstairs. Sienna was warm against him and she smelled like chocolate. He kissed her gently as he climbed the stairs and was glad when the shades in her room were still drawn from last night. Carefully, he laid her in her bed and covered her before pressing a kiss to her temple. 

Eddie came up behind him and squeezed his shoulder. “She’s out.” He knelt down to stroke her temple and kiss it.

Steve nodded as he placed her blankie next to her. “Out like a light,” he whispered. He clicked on the baby monitor. He nodded his head to the door and Eddie followed him out.

Once they were downstairs, Steve fell into the couch and Eddie fell on top of him.

“Well, I’d say that was the first successful ice cream for breakfast adventure,” Eddie smiled.

“It was,” Steve agreed. He met Eddie’s eyes after clicking the baby monitor on. Sienna slept soundly upstairs. “And I think we could make it a semi-annual tradition.”

“And maybe a monthly one during the summer?” Steve rolled his eyes. “Leave it to you to want more ice cream. You sound like our daughter.”

Eddie smiled at that. “She is pretty smart. And I have a feeling she’s going to love doing breakfast for dinner.”

“I think so too,” Steve agreed.

They went on talking for a bit before words turned to touches that turned to kisses. And Steve welcomed it all, loving all of Eddie and his adventures, and looking forward to more.