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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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Buttons | Mark Estapa

summary: when you get frustrated and do some pretty ballsy things at a party, Mark realises that it’s about time he lets you that he wants more than just a fuckbuddy out of you.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v, swearing, underaged drinking.

word count: 2.44k

authors note: I was in a rut trying to write yesterday, thinking it’s doing better today but who knows? Realised that this is the first thing I’ve written for Mark on here and I’m not upset. This request has been sitting in the works for a while so let’s hope good things have come from that.

You knew it was going to end badly for you.

Mark had been ignoring you since you arrived at the party because some little blonde girl found herself by his arm the entire time.

Whilst you knew Mark could do it because you weren’t dating him, you were merely his fuck buddy. You couldn’t help but feel a bit neglected.

The boy hadn’t slept with you in over two weeks, part of that was because you had your period during week one and week two was all about this girl.

As much as you wanted to ignore it, knowing that a guy is thinking about someone else whilst he is fucking you into oblivion is not attractive.

So instead you stood against a wall deep in conversation with Mackie and Ethan as your eyes never left the Michigan native “I’m going to go get another drink.” Mackie announced leaving you alone with the Canadian.

Ethan was always attractive to you but you never made a move because Mark made one on you before you had the chance “looking real nice today princess,” Ethan leaned forward so you could hear him over the sound of the music.

His hand wrapped around your waist when you smiled “you don’t look too bad yourself Edwards.” You took the beer from his hand letting your lips wrap around the bottle as you took a sip.

If he didn’t have as much self restraint Ethan would have groaned at the sight “gonna get me in trouble,” by now you had realised that Mark was staring at the two of you as the blonde he was with was busy kissing his neck.

You couldn’t help but giggle “we aren’t dating,” you reminding him as you felt like this was Mark getting a taste of his own medicine.

Sure you probably should have felt bad using Ethan for this but the moment he hooked his fingers under your jaw you knew it was no longer your fault “you’re gonna need to stop me if you don’t want this.” Ethan mumbled as his lips hovered over yours.

It made your heart thump as you nodded giving the boy the green light as he kissed you, Ethan wasn’t a bad kisser by any means but you mind knew he wasn’t your favourite, that was a position for Mark.

Mackie was unaware of what was going on as he came back to you two “you will not believe what I saw!” The boy cut himself off when you pulled away from Ethan “sorry,” the younger boy apologised as his cheeks turned red.

You sent Mackie a smile “don’t be,” you squeezed Ethan’s hand “I’m going to the bathroom.” You announced trying your best to hide your smirk as you walked past Mark who sent a glare in the direction of the boys.

Just like usual the selection of bathrooms at the senior parties that were free were slim “perfect,” you mumbled to yourself finding one that was unlocked and free.

The mirror stared back at you as you ran your fingers through your hair letting you see how your swollen lips looked without a fresh coat of lipgloss.

Mark was stood in the kitchen when you came back down, he was busy trying to make himself a drink “hey Markie,” you cooed as a devilish grin formed on your face.

That only ever meant trouble when it came to you “what can I do for you pretty girl?” He smiled seeing you stop standing next to him.

Your hand grabbed his “got a present for you,” you explained grabbing it out of your shorts pocket.

He would have had to have been an idiot to not notice the lacey material against his hand “what-” his eyes went wide as he saw the dark shade of red, that was his favourite set of yours.

It was like he forgot how to speak English “when you remember what’s waiting for you, you know where to find me.” Your voice was soft as you kissed the lobe of his ear before you went back to Ethan who pulled you onto his lap on the couch.

The Michigan native swore that smoke was coming out of his ears when his teammate wrapped his arm around your waist. Mark didn’t know if it was the panties in his hand or the fact that he knew you weren’t wearing any that made him was to blow a fuse.

Mark 🛑: meet me in Nicks room now

y/n 🩷: got an Uber outside, I’m not fucking you in your teammates room.

It actually made him laugh how you knew what was going to happen, he was always so predictable to you “I’ll see you later E,” you mumbled as you pressed a kiss to his temple before you got up letting Mark wrap his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked out of there.

That was the thing, despite all the other people that came into your lives none of them ever made it into your beds. That was a space simply for the two of you “been a bad girl for me princess.” Marks words sent shivers down your spine.

Your thighs squeezed together as you smiled “only do it for you baby,” you mumbled running your fingers along the hem of his shirt.

Mark wanted to take you there and then “get in the car,” he muttered as he opened the door letting you slide across the leather seats “busy night huh?” The driver asked with a smile looking into the rear view mirror totally obvious to the desire that practically oozed out of your and Marks ears.

Whilst the boy tried to focus on making small conversations with the driver you only had one thing in mind. Your hand ran up Mark’s thigh as your lips went to his neck “Markie,” you whimpered as the boys eyes continued to ignore you “just here will do thanks,” Mark announced as he saw the sophomore house that sat on the hill.

Before the car came to a stop you were already hopping out of it “have a good night,” the driver smiled as he finally realised what was going on.

Marks hand wrapped around your waist pulling you close to him “you too dude,” with the slam of the car door Marks lips were on yours.

It was a messy kiss as the tastes of your drinks mixed together letting the beer on his tongue practically make you drunk all over again “house,” was all you could get out as you were growing impatient.

He laughed as your comment made him hold out his hand as he pulled you in the direction of the house. Thankfully everyone on campus was at the party so nobody noticed the way Mark had to carry you into the house and up the stairs because all you wanted was to kiss him “Mark please,” you begged as your foot shut the door behind him leaving you in his room alone.

You gasped when your back hit the mattress “shouldn’t even touch you with the way you’ve been acting.” Mark muttered to himself as he joined you on his bed letting his lips nip at your neck.

The comment made you scoff “not my fault you were with her.” You shot back running your fingers through his hair.

Mark laughed as he looked up with a grin “you jealous of her princess?” He smirked kissing up your jaw until his lips hovered over yours.

His eyes only seemed to look at yours as he waited for your answer “I’m not,” you pouted as your eyebrows furrowed “you sure?” He teased letting his lips fall to the sides of your own rather than on your lips how you wanted it.

You knew you were going send yourself into some hot water “why would I be when I had Ethan.” That was the killer line with the same level of delivery.

The boy pushed his lips into a fine line “that mouth is going get you into some trouble.” He tapped his fingers on your lips as he laughed.

It made you smirk “what are you going to do about it?” Your voice ran through his ears as his eyes turned dark “gonna wish you didn’t say that.” Mark mumbled as he leaned down finally giving you what you wanted.

Teeth clashed against each other as his hand went down your waist “shit,” you groaned as you felt the denim of your shorts hit your clit.

The hockey player smirked as he pulled away letting his lips pull at your lower one “I need you so much right now, fuck.” Mark groaned as you were two usually into foreplay but some nights you simply needed a good fuck that meant in order for you to last long enough there was next to no foreplay, this was one of those nights.

His boner was hard as his shorts felt like they were sucking the life out of his cock “what are you waiting for then?” Your eyebrows wriggled as he pulled his shirt over his head leaving you to do the same thing with your own.

Mark knew he’d never get over the sight of you in that red bra “you knew I was gonna fuck you tonight didn’t ya?” He smiled as his knees fell between your legs as he pecked your lips making sure to kiss each part of you. From your neck, to the valley of your breasts “there were made for me,” Mark mumbled as he let his hands cup your bra before he continued to make his way down to the waistband of your shorts.

He smiled as he undid the buttons helping you slide out of them “gotta hear you scream tonight,” the hockey player confessed placing a kiss on your thigh “what are you waiting for then?” Your voice bounced off of the walls as you reached up to untie the string on his shorts “you poor boy,” you cooed seeing his boner in the boxers that you began to palm.

Mark threw his head back feeling your hand against him “don’t make me wait,” he grumbled wrapping his hand around your wrist as he forced you to stop.

Deciding that it was best to avoid irritating him further you listened pulled his boxers down as he handed up a condom. Marks big secret in life was that watching you roll that condom over his cock was his favourite thing to see “always do it so well,” Mark groaned as your cold hand with flush his his lower torso “come here.” You mumbled motioning for him to come down and kiss you again.

His hand guided his cock to your pussy as he teased your clit “fuck,” you groaned trying to force your hips up to meet his “never gets old.” Marks voice was rough agreeing with yours as he guided his cock inside of your pussy.

Like normal his forehead rested on yours as he ran his hands down your thighs as he brought your legs over his shoulders “fuck!” You gasped as you clenched around him “you think Ethan could fuck you like this?” Mark asked smiling as he continued to kiss your lips feeling like the cherry lipgloss that you had reapplied in the bathroom was like a drug to him.

When you didn’t answer the hockey player let his teeth softly sink into your lip as he let out a grunt “no Mark.” Your face scrunched up “this pussy is yours.” You added making him practically want to come on the spot.

The idea of the you being his and his only warmed his heart. What had started off as a drunken meetings between you two that morphed into hookups when you needed them, now had left both of you with feelings. You had found yourself growing jealous when girls tried to flirt with him and as much as you tried to act like it wasn’t important. Because you weren’t with him, but with each girl who tried her luck it was harder to ignore how you felt about him.

Mark was in a similar position to you, each moment of his free time he wanted to spend it with you. All of the boys had warned him about you catching feelings but he never thought that it would last twelve months and that he’d be the one catching them “all mine?” Mark asked as he nipped at your jaw making sure that the bruises would show up in the morning.

You nodded as his hand found it’s place between you two resting his thumb on your clit “made for you,”you groaned using all of your strength to pepper kisses against his jaw.

Moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping bounced off of the walls “you’re gonna make me come,” you announced letting him know it as he increased his pace “right behind you baby.” Mark let his head fall to your shoulder as he kissed the bare skin.

His breath warmed up your skin causing your hand to wrap into his hair “so good baby,” he cooed as he looked up to see your eyes rolling back into your head.

That was the thing, sex with Mark was always so soft. Even if you two were pissed of before hand, always ended softly “let go baby, you don’t gotta ask tonight.” The hockey players confession was enough to get you off.

Your eyes screwed shut as your body shuddered with pleasure “right there shit!” You almost forgot how to breathe as you kept on repeating profanities.

When your pussy clenched around his cock in bursts it caused his orgasm to follow shortly behind your own “so good princess.” Mark helped you through your high as your chest raised trying to steady your breathing.

Marks cock slid out of your pussy as he let your legs fall down to your sides “you ready for round two?” You smiled getting the upper body strength to push yourself up.

The comment made him laugh “I gotta ask you something first though princess.” Mark pulled you onto him as he pushed your hair out of your face “yeah?” You tried to ignore the mushy feeling that came through your chest.

Just as you were ready to sink back down onto his cock he dropped one the question he had been trying to decide on for months “let’s do something tomorrow that’s off campus.” He offered groaning as you stopped yourself halfway hearing the news.

“Fuck me like you mean it and then you can take me wherever you want baby.”

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supernovafics · 3 months ago

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series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!college!steve harrington x fem!reader, bestfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k words

warnings: explicit language, brief mention of weed, a bit of angst

summary: a power outage leaves you stuck at steve’s apartment for the night

CHAPTER SEVEN | ❝𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌❞

Winter 2015

The call connected after only a few rings. “Hey.”

“Hey, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too,” Eddie responded. “Did it end up snowing by you?”

“Yeah, only a couple of inches, but it’s still something.”

“Make a snowman in honor of me and send me a picture.”

You laughed a little. “It’ll be the smallest snowman in the world because there’s barely any snow on the ground, Edward.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

“Fine, I’m not gonna do it now since it’s two in the morning, but I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice.

Things became comfortably quiet for a few moments and you kept the phone at your ear as you moved about your kitchen, searching for something to eat and ultimately settling for a bowl of dry cereal.

“What are you doing right now?”

“Getting a snack.”

“Cereal?”

“Of course,” You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “You know me so well.”

“I think I’ll always remember that because it's such a random thing,” He told you and you laughed at that.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting outside smoking.”

“I wish I was there right now,” You told him. “It’s so quiet here because my dad’s not really around. Plus, I really like your hometown.”

“Come here for spring break.”

You didn’t even need to think about his words before you were agreeing. “Okay.”

“Great,” He said. “And you already know about my very loud and obnoxious neighbors, so you’ll like it. It’s rarely ever quiet here.”

You smiled. “Any new stories to share?”

He told you about an argument he overheard yesterday, something about a lawn mower, and then the two of you talked about nothing for the next hour as you leaned back against your kitchen counter eating your cereal and Eddie smoked weed in his front yard. You could tell that he was already tired only half an hour into the call, it was always easy to hear the sleepiness in his voice, but he stayed on for you. You talked until you finally got tired, a yawn escaping your lips as you went upstairs to your childhood bedroom.

“Goodnight. Sorry for keeping you on the phone for so long.”

“No apology needed. I wanted to talk to you.”

You were shaking your head as you got under your covers. “You’re just way too nice to me.”

“I gotta be nice or else I’ll never get my tiny snowman,” He joked and you smiled at that. “G’night.”

“Bye.”

You two hung up then, and you became engulfed in silence and darkness; the soothing and comforting kind that made your eyelids feel heavy. But before you could fall asleep, you thought about the kiss— that quick moment played on what felt like a constant loop in your head.

At first, you had wanted to just forget about it, and a part of you wished that you simply didn’t remember it like Eddie didn’t. But, the more you thought about it over the last few days that you’d been home, the more it felt easier to convince yourself that maybe it was a good thing that it happened. Because you couldn’t help but still believe that it had to mean something.

That entire night had to mean something, actually. Eddie didn’t have his date with Chrissy; you still didn’t know the reason why she canceled it at the last second. And he kissed you at that party— even though he didn’t remember it, it still happened.

You considered finally, finally taking the plunge and just telling him how you felt when you both were back from break. Simply letting it out and letting everything else fall into the places that they were meant to fall. And somehow, the thought of finally doing it, finally admitting the truth, didn’t scare you as much as it once did.

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Spring Semester 2018

You tried to figure out if the silence that you and Steve were currently sitting in was comfortable or not. It felt equal parts good and bad, too much and just fine, and weird but also not really.

You shifted slightly on the couch, which you and Steve were currently sitting on opposite sides of, folding your legs under yourself. Things didn’t immediately become quiet between you two when the power went out. Instead, you followed him, using your phone as a flashlight, as he went to find the candles he had around; there were only three. He lit them and set them on the coffee table in the living room and then that was when you two settled on the couch, a quietness starting to linger.

It was late, getting close to midnight, and a part of you wanted to go to sleep, but there was no way that you’d be able to do so with how silent it was, and you didn’t think that you’d be able to bear sitting in it all night. Maybe it wasn’t too comfortable after all.

You were reminded of when you and Eddie met; the broken down elevator and random conversation that forged an immediate friendship. For obvious reasons, this moment was pretty different— you and Steve weren’t strangers, although you definitely didn’t feel that far off from it, and you knew that you’d be at Steve’s place for much longer than you’d been stuck in the elevator with Eddie.

Because of that, you were abruptly breaking the silence with the first thing that came to your mind.

“Do you remember what your last dream was about?”

Steve was clearly surprised by the randomness of your question because all he responded with was “What?” and let out a confused laugh.

“Things are way too quiet right now and that was the first question that came to my mind,” You told him with a shrug. “So, do you remember your last dream?”

“Um, kinda?” He said and then paused for a moment to think. “I’m pretty sure I was just driving. But, it was in a different country because I was driving on the other side of the road.”

There was something about the mundanity of his dream that was both boring and kind of soothing to hear about. “That’s so normal.”

“What was yours?”

You were thinking for a second before it hit you; the dream that you’d had a few nights ago that was the most recent one you remembered. “I got pushed off a cliff.”

Steve looked at you. It was too dark to read his expression, the candles weren’t doing much to light up the space, but you imagined it was one of confusion. “That sounds much more like a nightmare than a dream.”

“Yeah, abruptly waking up from that was a great way to start my Friday morning,” You responded. “I rarely remember regular dreams where I’m just doing dumb normal stuff. It’s always those falling ones that stick and they actually happen a lot. Before the cliff thing, I remember one where I was tumbling down a hill.”

“You’re talking about this so normally that I don’t know if I should feel bad or not.”

You laughed a little as you shook your head. “Definitely don’t feel bad. Just please tell me about any recurring nightmares you’ve had before.”

“I used to have this one where I’m playing basketball and then I get injured; broken ankle, broken leg, stuff like that,” He told you, which made you inwardly wince because that sounded a thousand times worse than your falling dreams. “That nightmare doesn’t happen that much anymore now, though. It used to happen a lot right when I actually got hurt playing a couple years ago.”

You nodded at that. “Oh, is that why you stopped?”

“Yeah, that injury was pretty fucked…” His eyes pulled away from yours and focused on something else. You were able to read that pretty easily; his want for the subject to change and shift away from him having to talk about his injury and probably basketball in general.

“Y’know, I’m just now realizing that we don’t really know anything about each other. Actually, I’m not just now realizing that, I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days. How this whole thing between me and you feels like when you get partnered up on a project with that one person in class that you never really talked to before,” You were pretty much rambling at this point so you decided to stop. “But, yeah, anyway, the sentiment still stands. We know nothing about each other.”

“I think saying nothing is kind of a stretch,” Steve said, eyes meeting yours again. “I know you’re an English major and you love reading, which of course makes sense. And you have a bunch of roommates; you were just gonna have one, but then that changed to three.”

It didn’t entirely surprise you to hear all of the stuff that he had remembered from the date; it had only been a little over a week ago. What did surprise you was that you couldn’t really say the same. The only things you remembered learning about him were his major and minor, which you already knew, and the fact that he didn’t like reading— you were vaguely reminded of an Italian mouse book series that he had apparently really liked in fifth grade.

“Oh my god, did I seriously only talk about myself during our date?” You said, suddenly feeling entirely too embarrassed by just how true your words were. “I didn’t think I was that much of a narcissist.”

“You’re not. I just didn’t talk about myself that much,” Steve told you with a shrug.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

He sighed. “You’re gonna think I’m an asshole.”

For some reason, that made you smile. “Now, I definitely wanna hear it.”

He sighed again and for a second you thought that he just wasn’t going to tell you, but then he was speaking. “I always do that on dates because it’s just the easiest way to keep things surface level and not serious.”

It surprised you that he sounded a little embarrassed to admit that.

“I don’t think that makes you an asshole,” You said, and you were actually being honest. You really didn’t think that him basically putting up walls was an inherently shitty thing to do, but it did sound the tiniest bit sad. You didn’t want to say that, though. “Are you tired right now?” Another conversation shift, solely for the reason that you wanted to keep things simple and easy. This was only the second real and non-fake dating conversation you two were having and you didn’t want it to lead to you two bearing your souls to each other in the dark. It felt way too soon for those kinds of conversations, and you didn’t know if you’d even get to that place with him before the month was over and you two “broke up” and went your separate ways.

“No,” He answered with a quick shake of his head, which you were glad for because you were nowhere near being tired either. “Are you?”

“Not even close,” You responded. “Do you have any games we can play or something?”

“I have a deck of cards.”

“That works.”

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You two didn’t end up playing any actual card games. Steve attempted to teach you poker, but after only a few rounds you hated it, and there were no other games that either of you could think of with simple enough rules that you could teach him or he could teach you. Therefore, you two instead started playing with the cards themselves, attempting to build little card houses and other things, which was Steve’s suggestion.

It had been quiet for the past few minutes, but surprisingly comfortably so. You could feel yourself becoming the tiniest bit tired, but at the same time not at all.

“Do you like living alone?” You asked as you attempted to stand two cards up to make a sort of triangle shape and balance on each other, which actually wasn’t that easy.

“Yeah, definitely,” Steve nodded. You two were sitting on opposite sides of his coffee table and the candles had been moved to the floor— which probably should’ve felt more like a bad idea— to make room on the table. “The roommate I had Freshman year was horrible.”

You laughed at that. “I also had a shitty roommate experience Freshman year, but I still love having roommates…” You trailed off as you tried to think of the perfect way to fully sum up your thoughts toward your current roommate situation. “It feels like summer camp, but without the poison ivy and multiple cases of mono.”

Steve gave you an amused look. “What kinds of insane summer camps did you used to go to?”

“Really bad ones,” You told him. “And I hated it every year, but my parents were obsessed with sending me to them— especially after they got divorced— because they worked a lot and didn’t want me to be alone all the time.”

“Okay, now it makes sense why you like having roommates.”

You nodded. “Only child and divorced parents. Terrible combo. I hate when things are too quiet.”

You pulled your eyes away from the cards that you finally managed to make stand on their own to look at what Steve was doing. He was much farther along than you were at building something that actually looked interesting.

“You’re weirdly good at this,” You said when your cards fell again and instead of immediately trying to stand them back up, you watched as Steve kept building some sort of pyramid.

He shrugged. “I don’t know why, but I used to always do this when I was bored as a kid.”

“That’s actually quite wholesome,” You told him as you picked up your two cards. A beat of silence lingered for a moment before you were speaking. “So, did you ever go to camp or were your summers spent playing with cards like a bored child in the fifties?”

The laugh Steve let out at your joke made you smile. “I only went to camp twice; when I was twelve and then thirteen. It felt a lot like the kind of summer camp that you’d see in any movie. Lots of lake stuff and campfires and that type of thing. The first year kinda sucked, but the second year was fun. I even had a camp girlfriend.”

You let out an exaggerated gasp. “Wow, you actually had a girlfriend?”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, it was the greatest three-week-long relationship ever.”

What happened?

That was what you wanted to ask— not what happened to the camp girlfriend because you obviously knew how those relationships went. But what happened to him wanting crushes and relationships and actual feelings?

You didn’t ask that, though. You felt like you couldn’t; the question felt too deep, too real. And you also thought that it would be kind of pointless to ask it.

“Do you think it’s working?” Steve asked, abruptly pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What?”

“This fake dating thing. Do you think it’s working for you?”

“Oh, yeah, sometimes I think it actually is. Like, after game night, Eddie stayed over at the apartment and we watched TV for a few hours and then he randomly asked if I really liked you. I told him yes— obviously— and he said “Cool,” but there was this certain look on his face too. I couldn’t tell what exactly it was, but it felt like something,” You said, thinking back to that Monday night. “But, then, I also think it’s not really working because nothing like that has happened since.”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t know if that’s true. The party a few days ago didn’t feel like nothing.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, it looked pretty clear that he didn’t want you to stay with me,” He told you and you weren’t entirely sure how true that was, the end of the night was a little bit of a blur, but you did believe Steve. “Have you ever thought that something was going to happen between you and him before? Like, moments that made it feel obvious or whatever?”

Your mind traveled to the drunken kiss at the frat party Freshman year. A fleeting kiss that felt like a distant memory at this point, and the tiniest bit like a dream. What also felt like a dream, or more so a nightmare, was the day that you came back from Winter break, weeks after the kiss. You had finally worked up the courage to tell Eddie how you felt and you were knocking on his door to do it before you could convince yourself not to. He opened the door after only a second and there he was with Chrissy.

You didn’t immediately know it was her; at first, she was simply just a random girl wearing his t-shirt. What happened over those next few minutes was Eddie explaining to you that they met up during the last few days of break and the rest was history. They seemed happier than ever and you knew for certain that your chance was gone.

You hated thinking about that moment. You remembered feeling stupidly hopeful, like everything was going to finally fall into place for you and him, and then feeling severely disappointed, but having to hide that with a happy smile. From there you pushed everything to the side— went back to pretending that you felt nothing romantic for your best friend and simply avoided thinking about it altogether. Until they broke up and now here you were back to pining.

It felt way too embarrassing to admit all of that to Steve right then.

“Um, I don’t know…” You finally said, trailing off and shrugging. “Sometimes it’s hard to differentiate the moments that are solely friendly with the moments that could maybe mean something more.”

If Steve could tell that you were lying and avoiding saying a lot more, he didn’t call you out on it; which you were glad for. Instead, he simply nodded at your words.

You pushed up the sleeves of your sweater. “These candles are making it really warm in here.”

“I can give you something to wear if you want, so you’re not in jeans and a sweater all night.”

You hesitated just for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, that would be good, thanks.”

You followed him to his room and stood by the door as he went to grab something for you. When he handed the clothes over, you saw that it was a t-shirt and basketball shorts. You went to the bathroom to change, keeping the door cracked so that it wasn’t entirely pitch black.

You put on the shorts first and then slipped the shirt over your head. It smelled just like Steve, which shouldn’t have been surprising at all since these were his clothes, but you still were a little startled. Maybe it felt more surprising to you that you were able to easily recognize his smell; that you could get hit with the scent of something that was somehow equal parts musky and sweet and immediately place it as Steve.

It felt weird and almost too much, and a part of you wanted to take off his shirt, but you knew that it probably would’ve been weirder and more of a big deal if you did. So, you didn’t take it off and instead decided to actively not think about why it had felt weird to you at all.

When you returned to the living room, you sat on Steve’s side of the table because you wanted to lean back against the couch. The pyramid he had been building was gone and instead, he just had a few cards in his hand. You noticed him yawn, which made you realize that you still weren’t really tired, and you also wondered what time it was. You grabbed your phone off the table to check the time; 1:17a.m.

“Are you tired now?” You asked Steve as you placed your phone back down. You knew what answer you were expecting to get from him, but you still wanted to ask the question anyway.

“Not really, no,” He answered, and you, of course, didn’t believe him.

“You can go to sleep if you want,” You said, glancing at him. “I’ll be fine out here.”

You probably would end up staying up all night if he did leave you right then, but you didn't want to force him to stay awake with you if he was tired.

“It’s okay,” He said. “Let’s just keep talking.”

You still weren’t completely convinced, but you nodded at his words anyway.

“This is random, but sometimes Talia bakes in the middle of the night whenever she’s stressed and can’t sleep,” You told him and then let out a small laugh. “And she’s a very noisy baker. I was woken up many, many times to the sound of a mixer last semester.”

Steve turned his head to look at you. “Isn’t that annoying?”

“A little bit, yeah. But she thankfully got one of those stand mixers that are pretty quiet last month, so now it’s not that bad,” You said, and you briefly thought back to a few weeks ago when she made blueberry muffins on a random Tuesday night. “Also, we wake up to freshly baked muffins in the morning so that makes it okay too.”

“Okay, yeah, maybe the muffins make it worth it.”

“Very much so.”

You poked at a few of the cards on the table, flipping them over and then flipping them back just so you could have something to do with your hands.

“Tell me about your Freshman year roommate,” Steve said. You’d forgotten that that had been briefly brought up in the conversation earlier. “Any shitty stories to share?”

“Oh, a lot. I’m pretty sure she hated me. She never blatantly said that, but it just felt obvious. Anyway, though, she always brought people over and never told me about it. I lost count of how many times I walked in on her and some guy mid-makeout,” You quickly explained. “That was actually how me and Eddie got really close. He lived across the hall from me, and his roommate was barely ever around, so I would always go over to his dorm when my roommate was being annoying.”

“Okay, she sounds a thousand times worse than how mine was. He would mainly just leave trash everywhere and play music really loud.”

“That sounds like heaven compared to the shit I had to deal with.”

“It was still enough to make me never want a roommate again,” Steve responded, putting the cards in his hand down on the table and leaning back against the couch. “I don’t mind the quietness that comes with no one else being here.”

“Okay, this question is very random and probably dumb, but why did you say yes to the blind date thing when Eddie asked you?” You weren’t entirely sure why you asked that, but you were curious, and also finally starting to get a little tired so your mind was moving to even more random places. The kinds of places that it wouldn’t have gone to if your lack of sleep from the night before wasn’t beginning to catch up with you.

“He made you sound really cool and nice and—”

You stopped Steve mid-sentence. “Okay, wait, never mind, pretend I didn’t ask. It feels weird hearing that, actually.”

“Honestly, I think he probably does feel the same as you. The way he talked about you that day felt different than just how a friend talks about another friend, now that I'm really thinking about it.”

You weren’t entirely sure how to respond to that.

It was hard to tell the difference between having false hope and having expectations that were actually realistic enough to be fulfilled. You didn’t know where this Eddie thing lay. It felt so in the middle, perfectly toeing the line.

You leaned back against the couch and that was when you noticed how close you and Steve were sitting. Your sides just barely touched, the short sleeves of your respective shirts lightly brushing, but you didn’t feel the need to move over.

“So, if this fake dating thing ends up working for you, and you’re not forced to go to the Hamptons to find your future wife, do you know what you’re gonna do for the summer?”

You figured that, at the end of the day, if what you two were doing didn’t end up working out on your side of things, at least Steve would hopefully get something good out of it.

“I’m not sure yet. Maybe go to Europe for a bit with a few friends.”

“That’s very rich kid of you to say,” You joked.

Steve laughed a little. “Do you know what you’re gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “But, I do know that it probably won’t include backpacking around Europe.”

The conversation continued moving in different directions from there, but it slowly started to fade out. With both of you saying things that probably didn’t make too much sense and probably wouldn’t even be remembered in the morning because you were falling asleep as you were talking and the lines between what was real and what felt like a dream became blurred. At some point, you were closing your eyes and leaning your head against Steve’s shoulder because you were too tired to think better of it.

The night had felt entirely unexpected, but you were glad that it happened. You were happy about the stupid storm and stupid power outage.

Finally, you felt like you actually knew him— not just the stuff that mattered for fake dating. He was your friend now and you were his. Neither of you would end up saying that in the morning or anytime soon, but it felt pretty obvious.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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A Beacon in the Dark |4|

Pairing: Joey x Reader

Summary: Joey likes helping people, it's what she's best at. Hunting down the monsters of myth and legend might be the best way to save people.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 6.1k

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Ana tapped her foot repeatedly as she kept glancing at the clock. Her ex texted, saying he couldn’t get Caleb from school yesterday and he would be there at three on Saturday to get him for the weekend. It was now almost four and you were supposed to be there at four to pick her up. The party for the mission started at seven thirty but the two of you needed to meet up with Grace and get ready and go over the plan.

“Is he here yet?” Caleb asked coming out of his room. Ana shook her head and watched as Caleb’s eyes drifted to the floor and his shoulder’s slumped.

Ana tried not to think about her shitty ex but the only other thing to think about was you. This was her first mission. She had done hundreds of jobs before, both when in the army and out of it. She was used to following orders, but she didn’t know how you’d be at leading a mission. It was clear Grace was the boss, but she wasn’t going to be at the party, it would only be you and Ana, and you had much more experience doing this sort of thing. She truly didn’t have a problem with you, you just didn’t strike her as a leader, with the way you listened to Grace you were more of a follower.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Ana got up to answer it. She opened her mouth, ready to rip into her ex as she flung open the door when her eyes widened. “What the hell are you doing here?” She whisper yelled, glancing back to make sure Caleb hadn’t entered the room.

“Picking you up?” You said, clearly confused.

“You usually don’t get out of your car.”

“I texted,” you gestured at Ana. “You didn’t answer.”

Ana rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone rather aggressively. She suppressed a sigh, there it was, a text from you, from ten minutes ago. Before she could put her phone away a text from her ex came in, saying he was on his way up. Ana’s eyes widened and shoved her phone back into her pocket.

“Hey,” she called back into the apartment. “Get your stuff ready, your dad’s on the way up.”

“Okay!” Caleb called back.

“You need to leave,” Ana snapped. You let out a chuckle and looked at her, clearly wondering if she was serious. “My ex can’t see you and I don’t want Caleb seeing you.” You frowned at her words but nodded, nonetheless. “Good.” Ana slammed the door closed a little harder than she probably needed to.

She didn’t know where you were going to hide, and she didn’t really care. She went back to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as casually as possible, like she and been before. She smiled when Caleb came out of his room with his backpack, which should have just contained his schoolwork that he needed to do and any games he wanted to take over. Just as he walked into the room there was another knock at the door.

Ana sighed and put on a neutral face before opening the door. “Come on let’s go,” her ex said, gesturing for Caleb to hurry up.

Ana rolled her eyes, of course the jackass would not only be a day late but be late picking him up the next day as well, then pretend he’s in a hurry. Caleb wordlessly nodded and moved to follow his father. Ana couldn’t help but peek around her ex, there was no sight of you anywhere, it had barely been a minute since you were standing at her door.

“Call me if you need anything,” Ana said, ruffling Caleb’s hair as he passed her. He looked up, clearly not thrilled to be going with his father before following after his dad down the stairs.

Ana closed the door behind them then grabbed her keys and left, making sure to lock the door behind her. As soon as she turned around you were there, she had to step back with how close you were.

“Don’t ever come here,” she said, pointing to the spot she was standing. “Again. I don’t want Caleb to see you. If this job works out, then it stays out of my personal life, got it?”

“Got it,” you said. You gave her a small smile, but it seemed forced.

Ana followed you out to your jeep and hopped in like usual. The only unusual thing was that this ride wasn’t a comfortable silence. The radio played quietly but there was a tension in the air. You weren’t overly talkative on the drives, but you seemed unnaturally quiet, opting to keep your eyes solely on the road.

Ana would be stupid to not think your silence had to do with her snapping at you. She wasn’t about to apologize though; she didn’t want anything from this life coming into her home. She was fine risking her life, to an extent, but she wouldn’t allow anything to come back to her son. She tried to ignore the slight bit of guilt bubbling within her as she glanced at you out of the side of her eye, you were looking straight ahead, your eyes glued to the road, you usually would sneak glances at her during the other car rides.

Despite the tension the ride seemed to be shorter because you were already pulling up to the large iron gate. Ana prided herself on her observation skills, however, this was the first time she realized how reinforced the gate was. The bars of the gate were thick, no one, not even a child, would be able to squeeze through them, and going over was out of the question given how spiked it was. The same could be said about the wall, the bottom half looked to be made out of a solid grey stone, then coming out of the stone was more sharp metal spikes. On the outside it just looked like a really old house that was well kept, but upon closer inspection Ana could see it for what it really was, protection, Grace didn’t want any unwanted visitors getting anywhere near her home.

“Come on,” you whispered, speaking for the first time since the two of you left Ana’s apartment,

Ana followed you through the large oak doors as usual. You didn’t lead her down the familiar hallway that she knew held Grace’s office at the end. Instead, you led her up the long-curved staircase. She couldn’t help but look over the balcony as she got to the top. The foyer was massive, the black tile forming a gorgeous pattern below, which she hadn’t noticed while walking across it.

You took her down the hallway to the right, passing several rooms in the process. All the doors were closed so Ana didn’t know what they were actually being used for, if they were being used at all. She assumed most of the rooms were bedrooms. Thinking about bedrooms made her mind wander to you, you were clearly close with Grace, had been working with her for a little while now. Your dynamic didn’t seem romantic though, but it also wasn’t quite the one of siblings, your loyalty to Grace was unmatched. The only way she could describe your and Grace’s relationship was that of a savior and protector. She didn’t know your past at all, but it was clear you felt as if you owed Grace.

The two of you finally came to the end of the hall where there was a closed door. You glanced back at Ana and smirked before twisting the doorknob and letting the door swing open. You stepped back, allowing Ana to pass into the room first. Ana glanced at you questioningly but any questions she had died on her lips when she saw a large room filled with clothes.

“Joey, welcome,” Grace said. “We don’t have much time, so we have to do this quick.”

“What is all this?” Joey asked.

“Our work involves a lot of powerful people.”

“Turns out being rich isn’t enough,” you said. Joey turned to see you leaning against a small desk against the wall. “They have to have an edge,” you chuckled humorlessly. “Anything to get more power.”

“Sometimes we,” Grace gestured between herself and you. “Have to go to events. It helps keep up appearances. Others,” she gave a little shrug. “It’s like tonight and we need to infiltrate and sadly your clothes will not allow you entry.”

Joey looked down at herself, she couldn’t help but pull at her leather jacket. She knew they were going to a super-rich and exclusive party; she should have known her normal attire wouldn’t be acceptable.

“Which is why I have this,” Grace continued, gesturing to everything around her. “These,” she walked over to a rack of gorgeous dresses. “Meet the criteria for tonight.” Joey’s eyes widened, she had only ever seen dresses like these in movies or on the cover of magazines. “Go through them and pick one out you like.”

“Seriously?” Joey couldn’t help but ask. Grace nodded and Joey made her way over to the rack, gently running her figures across the soft fabric before she started to rifle through them.

“Go get dressed,” Grace said, waving you off. “Your stuff is already in your room.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh as you pushed off the desk and made your way out of the room. “I let them pick out their outfit one time,” Grace said, shaking her head. “Never again.” Joey couldn’t help but smile at that, you definitely didn’t seem like the type to love wearing fancy clothes and dressing up.

“They live here?” Joey couldn’t help but ask.

Grace opened her mouth, pausing as she flicked her eyes back to Joey. “Sometimes,” she settled on. “They have a room and stay more often than not.”

Joey let out a little hum and went back to flipping through the dresses. After going through them all she flipped back through, stopping at a simple black dress that had a thigh cut. Her hands played with the edge of the fabric; it was probably the softest piece of clothing she had ever felt.

“Gorgeous,” Grace whispered, appearing behind her. “Try it on.”

Joey hesitantly took it off the hanger and went behind a curtain that was across the room. She had worn a dress a few times, they just weren’t her preference. Joey preferred to be in jeans and a T-shirt, with the occasionally leather jacket. She also wasn’t sure where she was supposed to hide a gun while wearing a dress.

Once Joey quickly got changed, she couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror. The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her in all the right places. She pulled back the curtain, still looking down at herself as she stepped back into the room. She didn’t look up until she heard Grace suck in a breath.

“Gorgeous,” Grace whispered. “You definitely won’t have a problem gaining the attention of the entire room.

“Is that what the plan is?” Joey question. She couldn’t help but run her hands down the front of her dress, she wasn’t sure if she was trying to smooth the fabric out or wipe the sweat off her hands. Joey had never been on a job where her mission was to gain the attention of others, usually she was meant to not draw attention to herself.

“Let’s do your hair,” Grace said. She walked over to a small vanity near the window before Joey could respond.

Joey followed, taking a seat in the chair. Grace began running her hands through Joey’s hair and fiddling with the ends. “Up or down?” She asked.

“Up?” Joey said, she hadn’t meant for it to come out like a question.

Grace narrowed her eyes and nodded. Joey could only watch as Grace got to work, pulling out sprays, a curler, and several clips. Joey raised her eyebrows but didn’t question it, Grace seemed to know what she was doing. At one point Grace spun Joey around in the chair so Joey was no longer facing the mirror, she’d truly have to trust Grace now.

After several minutes Grace spun her back around. “What do you think?” She whispered, moving a few strands of Joey’s hair so they perfectly framed her face.

Joey’s mouth fell open. “Wow,” she breathed out.

She didn’t miss the way Grace smirked, clearly proud of her work. She had every right to be proud, Joey’s hair had never looked so good in her entire life, she almost felt like a different person. Her hair was being held up by various clips and other things, her bangs fell neatly down in front of her forehead, and a few longer strands hung loosely to the side to frame out her face.

There was a light knock at the door, but Joey could barely register it. “You can come in,” Grace called out.

“Alright, let’s do…” Joey swiveled around in the chair when you trailed off. You were in the middle of fixing your cufflinks, but your entire body seemed to be frozen as your eyes were focused on her. “Wow,” you breathed out. “You look…” you shook your head, your eyes never leaving her. “Wow.”

Joey slid out of the chair and walked over to you; she didn’t miss the way your eyes somehow widened even more as they scanned over her body respectfully. She glanced you up and down as well, you were wearing a black suit, a white shirt underneath, and your pocket had a pop of color with a red handkerchief. She never expected you to pull off a suit so well, but you definitely looked the part of a rich millionaire or someone surviving off their trust fund. It was clear you had showered and had made your hair presentable enough but were keeping it to its standard look, not that there was anything wrong with that, you still looked amazing.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said. “Can’t deny, I’m surprised by the suit.”

You smirked and went back to fixing your cufflinks. “Didn’t want a dress to clash with the lovely Ms. Knight’s.” Joey rolled her eyes. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to overshadow you.”

Joey couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I can picture you in a dress even less.”

“Don’t be jealous,” you straightened out the rest of your jacket. “You just know I would look hot.”

“Behave,” Grace said. “Let’s go, you need to head out soon.”

The two of you followed Grace out of the room and back downstairs. She led the two of you to a room near the one that seemed to be her office. When she opened the door Joey’s eyes widened at the large garage-like room. There was a table in the middle of the room, a work bench off to the left just past the door, a large metal cage lined the wall across from the door, which was filled with guns and various other weapons, and on the far wall there was another workbench with more equipment hanging from the wall.

“Damn,” Joey said. She dealt with her fair share of weapons and people who liked weapons, this was probably the nicest setup she had ever seen though.

Grace moved to the closest workbench, opening the drawer underneath the table. She pulled out a little black box and tossed it to you. You flipped open the lid and pulled out a small earbud. You held out the open box for Joey and she grabbed the other earbud and placed it in her ear.

“It should be small enough and rest far enough in your ear to not draw suspicion,” Grace said. “I will remain here but will be in communication with you the entire time.”

You tapped the ear you had placed the earbud in. “Can you hear me?” You asked.

A second later Joey heard your voice come through the device in her ear. “All clear,” she said.

“They shouldn’t be screening for weapons since it’s an exclusive party,” Grace said. “But in case they are make sure your weapons remain hidden. This has to go down quietly.” She flicked a knowing glare at you.

You gasped in offense and held a hand to your heart. “I’m not the one who makes it loud,” you said. “I’m innocent.” You raised a hand as if you were swearing to the gods above.

Grace scoffed, clearly not believing you. Joey also didn’t believe it and she didn’t even have the history you and Grace had. From the first meeting it was clear you were a troublemaker. Joey wouldn’t be surprised if you ended up making the missions harder than they needed to be and caused a bigger mess because of it.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “You know,” you gave a little shrug as if you were trying to appear nonchalant. “This is a high-end party.” Grace hummed and crossed her arms, as if she knew where you were going with this. “Looking the part is important but so is showing up in style.” You gave her an innocent smile.

Grace narrows her eyes, continuing to glare at you. “Please,” you pouted, making sure to give your best puppy dog eyes. Joey had to admit, it was quite convincing.

“Fine,” Grace rolled her eyes. “If there’s a single scratch on her-”

“I know, I know,” you raised your hands in surrender.

Grace rolled her eyes and mumbled something that sounded like she’d regret this. She turned and opened another drawer at the workbench. She pulled out two little envelopes and handed them out to you and Joey. “Your covers,” she said.

Joey opened the envelope and saw a very good fake ID. “Josephine?” she asked, wrinkling her nose at the name.

“Joey doesn’t sound very high society.” Joey shrugged; she couldn’t argue with that logic. “And I assumed you wouldn’t want to use Ana.” That was also correct, Ana was her real life, Joey was her cover, and now Josephine was her covers cover.

You chuckled; Joey only caught a glance, before you slipped the ID into a wallet then into your pocket, but it was clear you got to keep your name for your cover. “Get going,” Grace ordered. “Remember just because you’re arriving together doesn’t mean you’re together.” You and Joey both nodded. “You’ll need to divide and conquer to investigate both people.”

“Understood,” Joey said.

“Be safe,” she was talking to the both of you, but she was looking at you when she said it.

“I’m always safe,” you said, giving Grace your famous smirk.

You nodded to a door at the other end of the room and Joey followed you. When you swung open the door Joey was met with the sight of a large garage, filled with various expensive care. You stood in front of a brick wall with a little box that contained the keys to all the vehicles. You clicked your tongue as you thought about which key to grab. Joey didn’t think you could go wrong, she was sure if the two of you pulled up in any of them, you’d both pass as high society. Joey was even tempted to say your Jeep could pass as well, you kept it in very nice condition, at least when it wasn’t covered in mud.

You smiled as you finally picked out which keys you wanted. Joey followed you over to a two-door black convertible. She furrowed her brow when she saw you walking to the passenger side but tilted her head as you opened the door and gestured for her to get in. She didn’t understand you, there were times you were annoying but then you could turn around and be a perfect gentleman.

“Thank you,” Joey said, giving you a small nod. You just smiled at her and gently closed the door after making sure her feet and arms were fully in the vehicle. It was really hard for her to be mad at you when you were being so considerate. She had almost forgotten she yelled at you before coming here.

She couldn’t help but chuckle as you excitedly jogged around the front of the car to the driver's side. You slipped in, instantly running your hands over the steering wheel. It was clear you didn’t get to drive this car very often. Joey had only been in the car with you a few times, but you were a decent driver, though she also wasn’t surprised that Grace didn’t let you regularly drive cars that were probably well over a hundred grand.

As you started the car the dashboard and all the buttons lit up blue. You tapped a button and the garage door in front of you opened. You smirked before pressing the gas and speeding out of the garage. Luckily the gate was already open because Joey wasn’t sure you would have stopped. You glanced at the GPS when the directions popped up for where you were headed.

You let out a whistle and turned the car out onto the road. “You ever been there before?” Joey asked, nodding at the GPS. She couldn’t see exactly where the place was, but it was clearly in the middle of nowhere, she wondered why all the weird shit happened at mansion’s in the middle of nowhere.

“The address or the area?” you asked.

“Either.”

“Nope,” you shrugged. “Neither.” Joey flicked you a glare, you were such an ass. “Super high end, more than this,” you gestured around as you passed mansion after mansion. Rather secluded, miles between each house.”

“Sounds like the perfect place to cover up murders.”

“It always is,” you mumbled. Joey spared you another glance, her eyes flicking from your clenched jaw to your hands that were gripping the steering wheel. If you had super strength Joey was sure you’d rip the steering wheel in half with how tight you were gripping it.

You seemed to relax further into the drive. Joey wasn’t sure what it was, you were very good at controlling your emotions, but it seemed like random things that set you off. Luckily, the drive from Grace’s place was only half an hour, though Joey would admit the view was amazing.

When you got closer to the address Joey noticed how the environment changed. The roads were perfectly paved, the trees lining the street on both sides were perfectly trimmed back, and once they passed a house it was at least another five-minute drive before the next one, sometimes more depending on how much land the person owned.

You finally pulled down a long driveway which was lined with other cars. You pulled behind a red corvette. It seemed the line of cars led to the front of the house. Once a car got up to the front its passengers got out and ascended the stone steps that led to the mansion that sat atop a small hill. A valet seemed to take over driving afterwards and would park the car in a reasonably sized lot off to the side.

When you finally got to the front you parked the car, quickly hopping out and making your way around to the passenger side. Joey had just taken off her seatbelt as you were opening her door. You held out your hand, helping her step out of the vehicle. You smirked as you looked her up and down one more time. “You look gorgeous,” you whispered. You tossed the keys across the car to the valet on the other side.

Joey kept her hand on your arm as the two of you began your walk up the steps. She couldn’t help the way her mouth fell open at the size of the mansion. She thought Grace’s mansion was huge, but this one was more than two times as big. There was a large fountain in the middle of the pathway that led to the house. The double oak doors at the front of the house were wide open as a line of people showed their invitations to get in.

Joey looked down when she felt you pull your arm away. She watched as you reached into your coat and pulled out an invitation, the same invitation Grace had shown her the day before. Joey smiled at the doorman as he took the invitation you handed him and watched as he placed it in a neat stack with the others. The doorman gave the two of you a nod but otherwise showed no hint of an emotion. He was dressed in black pants, black dress shoes, a long black coat, and white gloves. As the two of you entered the house Joey could see all the waitstaff wearing the same thing.

You led Joey into a grand ballroom where a live band was playing, and people were already dancing. You effortlessly weaved your way through the people as if you had done it a hundred times. Joey started to question whether she was wrong about you, maybe you were familiar with this life, though nothing before this indicated that, everything about you actually pointed to the exact opposite.

When the two of you finally emerged from the small crowd Joey saw you had brought her to the bar. She rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the crowd. This was her first mission, and it seemed you intended to drink, one minute you were completely professional then the next you weren’t. As her eyes scanned the crowd her ears were filled with fake laughter, everyone seemed to be partnered up or in their own little social circle.

She couldn’t help but jump when she felt something cold and wet brush against her arm, her eyes snapped down to see you holding out a glass with a clear liquid and some nice. “I don’t drink,” she said and moved to continue watching the crowd. It was still early but she was hoping one or both of their suspects were there already.

“It’s sprite,” you said.

“What?” Joey snapped her eyes to you, but your eyes weren’t on her, they were on the crowd. You raised your drink to your lips, but your eyes never left the crowd.

“It’s Sprite,” you said again, giving the glass you still held out to her a little shake.

She hesitantly took the glass from you and took a sip. It was Sprite, just like you said. “Thank you.” You only gave her a small nod in acknowledgment.

The two of you nursed your drinks, waiting and watching as more and more people slowly began to fill the room. When the hour hit, and the party officially began the band switched their tune and began playing a slower song.

“Care to dance?” You asked, already holding out your hand to her.

She looked down at your hand and couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re serious?” She asked.

You nodded. “We gotta act casual.” She took your hand, and you instantly led her to the middle of the dance floor. You put your hands on her waist while she rested hers around your neck. “Besides, I got to show off my moves if I stand a chance of getting Ms. Knights attention.”

Joey just hummed in response and followed your lead as the two of you began to move in sync to the music. “So, that’s your plan, seduce one of the suspects?”

You gave a small shrug. “If it works it works.” She rolled her eyes at that. She didn’t disagree with you but seducing an unknown supernatural creature that kills people didn’t seem like the smartest idea. “Figured I’d take the lovely Ms. Knight while you take Mr. Carter.”

“I’m not sleeping with him.”

“No, one’s asking you to,” you said quickly, wrinkling your nose in disgust. “God,” you shook your head. “That’s not what we do here. Just dance with him, flirt, try and get him to murder you.” Joey glared at you. “Nothing is going to happen to you,” you stared straight into her eyes. “I’ll be right there.” you pulled her closer. he could feel your lips brushing against her ear. “Do you see them?”

Joey flicked her eyes around the room, Marcus Carter had entered a moment ago and was already at the bar, drink in hand, as he chatted with a couple men. She then flicked her eyes across the room to where Karoline Knight was standing, she was at the top of the steps by a doorway, overlooking the whole room. “Got them,” she mumbled.

You leaned back and smiled at her before giving her a little spin then pulled her back into your arms. “Before we get this started,” you mumbled against her ear. “I wanted to apologize for earlier.” Joey’s entire body tensed up, but she didn’t say anything. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I won’t do it again.”

“Thank you,” Joey whispered. “I’m sorry as well, I might have overreacted a bit.”

“Don’t apologize.” Joey furrowed her brow as the two of you broke apart, the song as well as your dance finally coming to an end. “You’re just protecting your son, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Before Joey could respond you were disappearing through the crowd. When she glanced around people, she could make out you subtly making your way over to Karoline. Joey shook her head, you were so damn considerate, it was quite annoying. She decided this meant it was time for her to make her way to Marcus.

She weaved in between people, casually making her way over to the bar. When she got there, she didn’t so much as glance at Marcus as she leaned on the counter asking the bartender for the same thing she had before. She could feel Marcus’s eyes on her the second she got close to the bar. She thanked the bartender as he slid her another sprite in a glass and then turned to continue watching the people on the dance floor.

“Where’s your partner?” Marcus said, sliding over next to her.

Joey still didn’t bother glancing at him as she found you across the room talking to Karoline. “Don’t have a partner,” she finally said. She watched as you grabbed two glasses of champaign from one of the waiters walking around, handing one to Karoline before toasting.

“Really? Cause you sure looked cozy dancing with them.” He slid closer to her, so his jacket was just barely brushing against her arm.

“They asked,” she shrugged. “Guess they were a good dance partner.” You were a good dance partner; Joey didn’t even realize in the moment how effortless it had been dancing with you.

“Are you open to other dance partners?”

Joey finally turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “If they can keep up.”

Marcus chuckled, he finished off his drink before taking Joey’s hand in his own and brought his lips down, kissing the back of her hand. “Marcus Carter, it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.

“Josephine,” Joey said, smiling as the fake name rolled off her tongue easily.

“Well, Josephine,” Marcus looked up at her, barely moving away from her hand. “Would you honor me with a dance?”

Joey nodded and allowed Marcus to lead her onto the dance floor. They got to the middle of the dance floor just as a new song started up. She allowed Marcus to take the lead, the dance with him was a little faster than the one with you and it didn’t require her having to be close with him for too long. As he turned her and spun her around, she caught sight of you talking to Karoline, leaning closer and whispering in her ear, until finally she saw Karoline grab your hand and drag you out of the room.

Joey tried not to panic at losing sight of you, you still had your earpiece so she could still talk to you. She wasn’t usually nervous on a job but considering this was her first official mission dealing with something supernatural and the fact that neither of you knew what you were actually dealing with, she wasn’t exactly at ease not having you in her line of sight. She kept telling herself that you have been doing this longer than her, that you and Grace have been at this a long time, you know what you’re doing, even if you act like you don’t.

Joey had her back to Marcus as he led her from behind. Joey turned her head, smiling back at Marcus as he gave her one last spin, ending the dance. “Join me for a drink?” he asked.

Joey nodded. She followed him back through the crowd to the bar. The bartender seemed to already know his order because he had a drink ready for Marcus in seconds. “Just water,” Joey said when the bartender looked at her. Marcus scrunched his eyebrows at her choice. “Need to rehydrate,” she smiled, trying to brush it off. “All that dancing, need to make sure I can go all night.”

Marcus smiled, handing Joey her water when the bartender put it on the counter. “Cheers to that.” He raised his glass and Joey happily clinked hers against it.

As she brought the glass to her mouth she stared into Marcus’s eyes, getting a good visual of his left hand as he raised his own glass to his mouth. Joey turned away, leaning back against the bar as she looked out at the dance floor, the next song was much more fast paced than any of the previous ones.

“You know,” Joey said, turning back to Marcus with a smile. “I’m a little famished, I’m going to see what’s to eat.”

“No, no,” he said, smiling at her. “Anything in particular?”

“Surprise me.” Marcus wandered off into the crowd towards a table lined with food.

“Grace,” Joey whispered just in case anyone else was listening. “Can you hear me?”

“What’s going on?” Grace’s voice came through the earpiece.

“Is Marcus married?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?” Joey moved her head, glancing around the people as best as she could to see Marcus at the table loading up a little plate.

“There’s no evidence of a marriage, why?”

“His ring finger has a tan line.” When she got an actual visual of his hand it had been so obvious, it was clear he wore a ring on his left ring finger. The tan line was so obvious it seemed he had just taken it off for the night.

“Give me a second.” Joey nodded and watched as Marcus grabbed another plate. Once both plates were loaded up, he turned and slowly began making his way back towards Joey. “There’s no indication he’s married, no official documentation, no photos, literally nothing.”

“Something doesn’t feel right about this,” Joey mumbled. “Can you get ahold of Y/N?”

“You lost them?” Joey tried to ignore the concern in Grace’s voice.

“They’re with Karoline,” Joey defended weakly.

“Dammit, pain in my ass,” Grace mumbled to herself.

That made Joey feel better, she at least knew you wandering off with a potential killer was nothing new. She smiled just as Marcus returned, handing her a plate of something. “Thank you,” she said, taking the plate from him. She looked down at the small portions, each item looking like finger food, though she hoped no one asked her what it was because she would not be able to tell them.

“Joey?” Grace’s voice came through the earpiece again. Joey gave a little hum as she ate one of the items on the plate, it was the only way to show Grace she was listening. “Y/N’s not answering comms.” Joey sucked in a breath; she really was starting to not have a good feeling about this. “Don’t panic, stay the course. They know how to handle themselves, if there’s trouble they would have called.”

Joey nodded to herself and continue to smile as Marcus talked about something. She decided to believe Grace, though Grace herself didn’t sound all to convinced. Joey kept at least one eye scanning the room for you, she wanted to get eyes on you again. She never thought she’d say this, but she was honestly hoping you were just hooking up with Karoline and nothing was seriously wrong. Joey’s life was never that lucky though.

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blushweddinggowns · 2 years ago

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Part 1 Part 3

It was an easy decision, proposing to Steve. Party because Eddie has been daydreaming about it since they got together, but mostly because he knew there was no way Steve would say no.

No, when a guy almost dies for you twice, chooses to move into a shitty apartment with you vs maintain financial security with his rich parents, and literally says he wants to be with you forever, it's a pretty safe bet that he's not going to say no to the idea of marriage.

All Eddie needed to do was get a ring. Easy.

Except it was anything but.

At the rate he was going, the proposal was never going to happen. He had gone through four jewelry stores in a span of three days, and he hadn’t found shit. They were all…wrong. Either too big and fancy, or too plain and generic. Nothing that Eddie could see his Steve wearing everyday.

In general, Steve just wasn’t a jewelry kind of guy. The one time he tried out Eddie’s rings for fun, he hated them. He was too hands on for anything clunky, and it was actually impressive how often he got them caught on his clothes in a twenty-four hour period.

But the simple bands weren’t right either. Maybe Eddie was just an obsessive sap, but…they weren’t special enough for someone as wonderful as Steve, and Eddie was running out of ideas.

So he called who he always did when he was stuck. He picked up on the third ring, and Eddie went straight into it, “Waaaaayne, I need help. And I needed it like yesterday.”

Wayne chuckled on the other end, the sound automatically bringing a smile to Eddie’s face, “What have you done now?”

“I’m in ring hell. I’m trying to ask Steve to marry me but-”

“Don’t tell me you already bought one.” Wayne interrupted, voice stern, “Did you?”

Eddie frowned, confused. He didn’t…he didn’t think Wayne would disapprove, not after all this time. Eddie swallowed, trying to hide the hurt in his voice, “Why Wayne, is that disapproval I hear? And no, I haven’t bought anything yet.”

Wayne sighed, catching onto it anyway, “Son, I don’t give a shit about what you two decide to do. If anything, you should have locked him down years ago.”

The knot in his stomach instantly disappeared, Eddie grinned, relieved, “Okay, first of all, rude. Second, if you don’t care, why shouldn't I buy a ring?”

“Because I have one already.”

Eddie stopped dead in his tracks, almost dropping the phone, “Huh?”

“Eddie, I know you, and I know Steve. I knew this day was coming and…I’ve been ready for it. It was my grandmother’s, but it’s from the 30s so don’t worry. It’s not too flowerly or anything like that.”

Jesus, Eddie was tearing up. He hadn’t expected that. It’s not like Wayne had ever had a problem with their relationship, he was beyond supportive. But Eddie hadn’t realized just how deep that support went, “I-I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t gotta say anything. I’ll send it to you and if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work. But I think he’d like it.”

Eddie nodded, forgetting that Wayne couldn’t see him,“Y-yeah, sounds good. Sounds perfect.”

“Good, I’ll send it tonight. And you’ll tell me how it all turns out after, right?”

“Of course. And um, hey Wayne?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you man.”

He couldn’t see it, but Eddie could hear the smile in his voice, “I love you too kiddo.”

Eddie hung the phone up on the high, nervously excited to see thing. He watched the mail like a hawke for the next week, grateful that Steve was out when it finally arrived. He tore into the small package, like a kid on Christmas morning. Rose gold and engraved, and already re-sized. Wayne really had thought of everything.

It was the exact kind of ring that Eddie hadn’t been able to find anywhere. Pretty but subtle, perfect for his Steve. He loved it, and he was almost sure Steve would love it too. And he wouldn’t have to wait long to find out, because he was going to do it the second he saw him.

Eddie didn’t care if it was corny, he was going to be on one knee the moment Steve opened the door. He sat infront of it, his stomach doing flips as he waited. There was really no reason to be nervous, Steve couldn’t have made it clearer that he was going to get a yes, but he still was.

Steve just had that effect on him.

An hour later, the tell-tale sound of keys in the door hit him. He scrambled into position, heart racing, as he waited, stuck between being intensely excited and vaguely wanting to throw up.

“I’m home- what are you doing?” Steve stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide at the sight of Eddie kneeling on the floor, ring in hand.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Eddie laughed, nervous as he watched the emotions flash across his face. He had a hand over his mouth, eyes sparkling as he looked down at Eddie, waiting for him to continue.

Words, right. He had those. Eddie took a deep breath, shaking himself out of his staring to speak,

"Stevie, you are my whole world. And I don’t go a day without thanking the universe for letting you in my life, because you made it complete. I…I never thought I would ever be as happy as you make me. You were my first love. And I want- no, I need you to be my last because there is no one else in this world that I want to be with. So…baby will you marry me?”

Eddie should have seen it coming, but that didn’t stop the surprised oomf he made when Steve tackled him to the ground. The next thing he knew he was being kissed all over his face, a manically thrilled Steve on top of him.

He grinned down at him, happy tears already falling, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

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calcifiedunderland · 4 months ago

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Let Them Eat Cake

Food Fight Ending I

You swiftly unlocked your phone, seeing you had a missed message from Trey. You sighed, scanning the message.

Trey: Hey (Name)! It was great seeing you at the Unbirthday Party, glad you could make it. And I’m glad you like the sweets and pastries, the secret ingredient is love!

Trey: If you’re available tomorrow, I’d like to thank you for your help. I have something important to tell you, that is better done in person.

Hmm…

Admittedly, you began to let your imagination run as you flopped back onto your bed with a silly grin on your face. You really couldn’t deny that you liked Trey a lot. Objectively, he was a very good upperclassman - always patient with you, polite, and helpful. But if you were being honest, he was just so easy to talk to - and was just so kind. And after all those Unbirthday Parties, Ace and Deuce shenanigans, and baking days, how could you not catch feelings?

It may be nothing, you thought to yourself as you responded back to Trey with a sure! You sighed, unable to stop smiling, but I hope its something.

Back in the dorm, Trey poked his head out of the kitchen, smiling when he saw Cater and Ace on the couch talking to themselves. Then his eyes narrowed, they’re not talking. They’re…Arguing? Snickering? He overheard them say No don’t say that, that’s cheesy! and It’s fine! They’ll think its cute, #TrustMeBro!

Trey walked over quietly, saying “Everything alright? Cater, Ace?”

Ace flinched, while Cater grinned at Trey. “Hey hey Trey~ thought you might need help with bagging our Ramshackle frosh!” He showed Trey the phone, and Trey’s face dropped when he saw the message. And the little string of dots, showing you were responding.

“-Before you say anything!” Ace cut in before Trey could truly panic, “We thought if we didn’t do anything now, you an’ (Name) would probably never make a move! And they won’t turn you down, I swear!” Cater nodded quickly, “They def like you back, Trey! All you need to do is tell ‘em!”

Trey looked at the two of them, and a chill went down their backs. Then he sighed, and said, “you’re probably right.” He looked back at the kitchens, deep in thought. “I will need to prep a few things, but it can be done by tomorrow… since I can’t back out now, I do hope it goes well.” Ace cleared his throat, hoping he wouldn’t regret this.

“And! If they turn you down, I’ll- uh…” Ace steeled himself, “I’ll do flamingo duty for a month. Promise!” He put his arm on Cater’s shoulder, “we both will!” Cater looked like he wanted to protest, but Trey nodded firmly, “deal.”

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The next day, you got dressed and headed out, leaving Grim sleeping on the pillow next to yours. That morning, you gravitated towards eating a slice of tart for breakfast, the pleasant fruity sweetness of the strawberries still on your tongue as you walked through the crisp dewy air. It was surprisingly early, but Trey picked the time and to be honest, you could hardly sleep. You felt jittery, like you ate a pound of buttercream frosting.

You stepped through the Heartslabyul mirror, and walked through the Rose Maze until you reached a clearing where Trey had a round table set up. On it, sat a teapot with two cups in saucers, and a large platter with different pastries and desserts. You noticed that some were not from the Party yesterday. Did he make new desserts? Your heart skipped a beat, for me?

Usually Heartslabyul was busy in the daytime. But now, as the sun rose, it was perfectly serene.

“(Name),” Trey breathed, smiling at you. He pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down. As per the dorm custom, he poured you some tea. You matched his smile, and the two of you chatted, speaking quietly as if to keep everything to yourselves. Even though the maze was large enough, where no one would really hear you in the dorms.

You ate your dessert that Trey cut for you - a deliciously moist slice of cake, decadently garnished with a slice of strawberry you knew that Trey grew himself. At the top of it, sat a small white clover flower. You let out a small laugh, spearing a bite of cake with your fork, “the desserts look beautiful, Trey.” You smiled teasingly at him as you ate, “it’s even better that the secret ingredient is love!”

Trey let out a nervous chuckle, turning pink. “I- well, Cater and Ace thought it was a good idea,” he said, glad that you didn’t seem offput by the pun.

He was glad he’d stayed up late to put a few extra things to bake. He was able to make some desserts for you, and the act of baking helped clear his head. While he was happy Ace and Cater pushed him to finally tell you how he felt, it hadn’t been a cakewalk to prepare for this. It had taken him all night to work up the courage. And now, sitting here with you in the early dawn, it suddenly hit him, but now it didn’t feel as daunting because it was you. He swallowed a bite of cake, here goes nothing.

“(Name),” Trey began, setting down his fork, “We’ve known each other for a while, and I… wanted to thank you for helping me with everything.” You smiled, a bit confused but still happy, “Of course Trey, I like helping you.” He smiled, and continued, “I’m glad, because I like when you help me. Its… different than when the rest of the dorm helps me.”

You smiled at that. Helping Trey in the kitchen didn’t feel so much like a chore when you wanted to go. It felt good that he liked your company as much as you did his. And in a huge, busy dorm like Heartslabyul? That comment made you feel fuzzy inside.

Trey continued, adjusting his glasses nervously. “And I realized that its because its you. (Name), I… well, I really like you.”

You felt your face grow warm, and you couldn’t stop the sweet, saccharine smile from spreading on your face. You watched Trey grin, his golden eyes becoming warmer than the rising sun as you leaned over to hug his shoulders, laughing happily and feeling like a massive weight was lifted off your chest. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then to the black clover beneath his eye, nudging his glasses. You laughed as a blush spread on his cheeks, voice echoing through the maze, “I like you too!” Your laughter was cut off as he captured your lips with his, and the two of you stayed there until the rest of the dorm woke up.

Ace fistpumped as he spied you two laughing outside his dorm window. Deuce looked at him with a confused look, as Ace smirked, “looks like I don’t have flamingo duty after all.”

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bueckerrss · 9 months ago

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P.S. I still love you

pairing: chris x fem ! reader

-> warnings: cursing, angst. i think that’s it sorry in advance 😔. slightly short

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dear y/n,

it’s been a year already can you believe that? it feels like we met just yesterday at a random party i was invited to and to think i was going to skip it because i had a meeting the next day, i remember how i accidentally bumped into you causing you to spill your drink on yourself god i felt so bad watching you try to dry it off i just kept apologizing and you said it was fine but that still didn’t stop me from feeling bad.

i remember that after that party we became great friends and how inseparable we were, remember that one time when we sat up on your roof drinking sodas (considering we were both underage and hated drinking) watching the sunset that’s the day i realized that i loved you and wanted to be with you forever.

remember that time we went to the park with cat (absolute insane name for a dog by the way) then somehow his leash came off making us chase him around the whole park but before we caught him you tripped causing me to fall on top of you making us laugh uncontrollably for about five minutes, that was one of my favorite moments together (out of so many of course)

do you remember when we tried giving cat a bath? that motherfucker couldn’t stay in the bathtub for more than two seconds especially since he was a very hyper dog, i remember when he first jumped out you tried running after him but accidentally slipped on the bar of soap making you fall into the water, bubbles in your hair drenched in dirty dog water and yet i still thought you were the most beautiful girl i ever saw.

remember on our two year anniversary i took you to france for a week? gosh i was so nervous the day i gave you the tickets since you “never liked me spending money on you” but at the end you absolutely loved the trip especially that special dinner we went to where i gave you the necklace you’ve been wanting for weeks, i’ll never forget the look on your face when you saw the necklace it made me feel like i fulfilled my purpose as your boyfriend.

one of the memories that brings a big smile to my face is when i remember the day nick and matt met you for the first time they were so excited because i would never shut up about you and how great you were so when they finally got to meet the reason for my happiness it was awesome, having you all getting along was amazing i loved how they accepted you with open arms, the thing i hated was how nick would always steal you from me but i forgave him when i found out you two had a lot in common more than you and me i got a little jealous but opposites attract or whatever they say.

i loved when we would go sit in your car watching the sunset or sunrise while talking about our future, i loved the way your nose would scrunch every time you laughed or smiled, i absolutely adored your voice and how your voice sounded like honey in the early morning when you would wake me up.

i loved how much you helped matt when he had any problems or questions about anything and how you never made him feel dumb for it, that’s one of the many things i loved about you how you helped others and never made them fell stupid for the questions they asked.

i loved the way you would talk to little kids, how caring you were for them and it always made me think of how an amazing mother you would’ve been.

you know matt and nick still talk about you, same with my mom and dad they all miss you even trev misses you he always sits or lays down in your spot on my bed, fuck we all miss you y/n especially me, we had a lot of plans together we had so many ideas for our future! i even bought a stupid ring that i was going to give to you on our fifth year anniversary which is tomorrow but sadly not everything goes according to plan.

but i know that you’re no longer in pain and in a better place, you probably won’t read this stupid letter but thank you for giving me the best years of my life and giving me amazing memories that i will cherish for as long as i live.

sincerely,

ta chérie.

P.S. I still love you.

with that the boy folded up the letter placing it in an envelope tears streaming down his face but what he didn’t know was that the love of his life was there watching him write that letter with tears running down her face as she smiled sadly at him, she never got to tell him everything she wanted or the fact that they had a baby on the way.

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i cried a few times while writing this um it’s mostly based off of a movie i saw a few years ago that randomly hit me (movie: P.S. I Love You) also idk why but the songs i was listening to while writing this were depressing so that didn’t help at all but i hope you enjoyed this and pls don’t hate me 😔

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deceptive-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Smoke Signals

Chapter Two - Dainty

W/C: 4.6K

Eddie x Fem reader - Grumpy!Bartender!Eddie x Shy!Reader

You need a job, The Bourbon needs a server. The math is there but the owner won't acknowledge it. How will you win over such a crabby man that only sees you as a gnat forcing its way into his space?

A/N: The response I received on the first part fic was so unexpected but I'm so glad everyone liked it!! I can't wait to get deeper into this story

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I’m sorry for running out so fast yesterday.

No. Too forward.

I think we got off on the wrong foot, by we I mean me.

No, not sincere enough.

I just wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly—

“Excuse me, dear?”

Your train of thought was dissolved within seconds as you turned your focus to the older gentleman that had called for your attention. A hum in place of an answer as your brows raised expectantly but ever so friendly awaited his follow up question.

“Can I just squeeze past you to grab that jar of peaches?” He asks, wrinkles around his eyes upturned in perfect harmony with his smile.

“Of course. Yes!” Panicked, you rush to the other side of the aisle, the older man waving you off, insisting that it was ‘quite alright’ while he reached for his beloved peaches.

You’d been bouncing back and forth, up and down between several opening statements to provide Donnie, a sour taste left in your own mouth at the way you left her hanging the day before when she was merely being kind to you. It was something you couldn’t stop, the anxiety eating away at your flesh like bacteria from the fact that you could’ve caused someone to be less than satisfied with their interaction with you, as if you were some kind of service. People pleasing was a disease.

Sometimes the affected party was blind to its symptoms, oblivious to the way their illness consumed them. And that’s why you found yourself purchasing a single pack of gum, eyes large and sorrowful before you were even next in line. Various ways to get the point across were mentally rehearsed and the closer you got to the register, the more you focused on one singular sentence, clinging onto the desire to not stutter or mess it up.

“Hey you’re back!” Donnie greets. “Thought for sure we’d scare you off by now.”

With a wince, you hand her your pathetic excuse of a conversation starter, a pack of spearmint gum with your trembling hand. If she notices she doesn’t bring attention to it, instead she gracefully takes the pack and rings you up.

“N-no, no. I don’t scare that easily.” You try to convince yourself more than her.

You note that the shop is nearly empty once again just after a handful of customers had done their shopping and went on with their day. A few patrons still linger, carefully picking out each item from their weekly grocery list; however, you wouldn’t know they were there if not for the squeak of their carts every few feet as they inched forward.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Donnie respectfully hands back the gum in exchange for your cash. A crinkled five that had seen better days.

For a moment you debate fleeing once again, nerves tingling and breathing becoming shallow before internally reprimanding yourself. You can cry all you damn well please in private but right now you need to stand up to the little voice in your head. “Yeah. Um, I just–I wanted to say I’m sorry for running out so suddenly like that.” It didn’t come out as smooth as you’d planned but you’re hoping it came across as sincere enough. If you could at least look forward to a friendly face at the supermarket every week, well it would be a win.

“Honey, I don’t get offended easily and it seemed like you had places to be.” She waves a dismissive hand in the air at your apology, not unkindly, more so letting you know you didn’t need to be so formal with her. And yet you couldn’t help yourself, an unwanted backstory spilling from your lips almost like second nature. Excuses plucked from the top of your brain.

“I didn’t–I didn’t mean to leave and just not introduce myself. I just got caught up, with moving and all–”

“You don’t owe me an explanation. Just your name and we’ll call it good.” A genuine smile stretches across her face, contagious enough that your lips tug upward as well as you offer your name, a proper introduction this time.

Your shoulders relax ever so slightly, not fully letting your guard down but no longer feeling the need to tense every muscle in your body. It’s then that you realize that this is the only grocery store that you ever found visually appealing, with its darker toned walls and red checkered floors, the lighting not being so fluorescent and in your face, a bit dim even. Which for some may be a flaw but for you it was perfect. You don’t feel so exposed and couldn't be perceived so clearly, the ideal cocktail of a situation for someone so socially anxious.

“I, um, I saw your sign.” You gesture to the letters reading ‘help wanted’ posted against the window. If you could land a decent job then maybe living wouldn’t feel so terrifying. Then again, several things would come into factor other than just your means of income.

Donnie’s expression turns empathetic and you can feel your breath hitch in anticipation for a brutal rejection. To be told that you had it all wrong, that you were too unprofessional and too meek and that your help was most definitely not wanted here, that you shouldn’t have even stepped foot in this town to begin with. The five stages of grief practically take over in mourning over the loss of a potential job.

“I’m real sorry but we already filled the position. Tom was supposed to take that down around two weeks ago.” She sounds irritated at the mention of what you assumed to be her coworker. “Can’t rely on anyone.” She sighs, striding over to the window and pulling the sign from its temporary home only to abandon it behind the shelf that displayed several boxes of cigarettes.

“Oh I’m–”

Before you can even begin to apologize for something completely out of your control, Donnie’s eyes light up at something, or rather, someone behind you.

“Hey, Ed! Isn’t The Bourbon hiring?”

All she receives in return is silence and when you dare to peek over your shoulder behind you, you briefly meet the eyes of the neighbor you had the displeasure of running into twice the day before. Today he fronts with a black leather jacket and the same black jeans with rips in the knees. The only thing noticeably different is the chain now dangling at his side and the band shirt you’re unable to read, the letters obscured from your view. Oh, and a few chunky rings decorating his hand that should make him look tacky as hell but somehow they pull the look together.

“I dunno, who’s asking?” He counters, brow raised as he glances at you once more. You’d barely even spoken a few words to the guy and he was acting as if you committed the most heinous act against him.

“Ed.” Donnie warns.

“Don, she wouldn’t last a day.”

You were beginning to think that this so-called ‘Ed’ was going to turn into an issue…fast. Who was he to judge a stranger who he knew absolutely nothing about. His audacity startled you and while you should step in and defend yourself, you can’t bring yourself to do it, tongue tied in every literal sense, words caught in the back of your throat like they were physical refrigerator magnets lodged in place.

“You don’t know that!” She grins at him, a grin that silently says ‘watch it’. “Honey, you got any work experience?” Attention shifting to you, you felt as if you were burdening two people who had everything figured out in their quaint little lives, guilt plaguing your mind at the fact that you’d shaken things up between what seemed to be good friends or maybe even just well acquainted individuals.

“I–uh–yes. Yes, I’ve worked at the–at the library and-and–”

“The library?” Ed questions. You didn’t dare answer, knowing very well he wasn’t seeking a response. “What good would that do me in a bar?”

“Well I–”

“Think The Bourbon’s too rowdy for someone like you.” He continues, only fueling your inner rage as well as pricking the embarrassment that held a permanent home within you, your cheeks flushing hot and palms becoming clammy.

“I’ve also worked at a diner. Back home.” Somehow you find a voice, one that isn’t shaky and timid but rather more calm and collected regardless of the absolute fear that pounded in your heart.

Both Donnie and Ed stare, seconds passing that only feel like lightyears. Ed still seems bored beyond comprehension, opening and shutting his wallet as he narrows his big brown eyes. You aren’t sure what to do next, if you should make a dramatic exit once again or continue proving yourself to some stranger who had no business even making you do such a thing in the first place.

“A diner.”

He says it like a statement rather than a question, as if to mock and discredit you.

Tears are not an option, tears are not an option.

“See she’s got experience!” Donnie attempts to mend the situation, acting as an unofficial moderator.

“Don, no offense but I came here to buy the usual, not recruit.” Some cash is slapped onto the counter, his patience clearly wearing thin by the way he begs with his eyes. Donnie’s tolerance appears to be at a dangerously low level based on the glare she forces upon him. You were beyond unprepared to witness a standoff in the middle of the supermarket at 5:00 PM on a Wednesday.

“Thought you were desperate for a server.”

There’s some bite behind her words, focus never wavering, the two seeming to have a telepathic conversation right before your eyes until Ed breaks the stillness in the air.

“Not in the slightest. Can I have my shit now?”

Donnie’s sigh lets you know Ed has won and in the process, drained her energy. Reluctantly, she snatches the cash from the counter and opens the register before grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the shelf behind her and handing them to him along with his change, an unfriendly exchange. It doesn’t seem to bother him as he clutches the cash and the pack in his hand, not even sparing you another glance on his way out.

Clearing your throat, you pull Donnie’s attention away from the insufferable man now making his way down the cobblestone sidewalk outside. “It’s okay. I’m sure other places are hiring.”

She rolls her eyes and you know it’s not meant for you but you can’t shake the paranoia that screams that she might be fed up with you as well. “Don’t mind Eddie. He acts like a hardass but he’ll come around.”

So his name is Eddie. You only nod in response, unsure of where to steer the conversation from here.

“He’s like a scary dog. He’ll roll over for the right people. So if he doesn’t take to you, don’t take it personally.” She advises.

“Yeah.” You whisper.

You were so going to take it personally.

–

As it turns out, no one in Knife’s Edge was hiring, not a single soul seeking a random girl from out of town who urgently needed a job. Not that you could blame them, they had it all figured out. Many of the shops were owned by families thus being run by said families and not requiring the additional expense that would come with hiring another person. And those that did seem to hire outside of their family had already filled in every necessary position.

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. This is what you get for uprooting your life and sticking it somewhere it probably didn’t belong.

And now you were moping along the cobblestone, trying to figure out how to pay the bills, working out how much of your savings you could survive off of until you’d run out. Then The Bourbon came into view. Almost like it wanted you to see it, the beaming red lights spelling out its name specifically for you to see. Mainly because it was the only place you knew to be hiring despite what Ed–or–Eddie–whatever his name was, had said in his unpleasant remarks from earlier. It seemed to be your only shot at employment.

The bar had a few neon signs flashing in the window, one being the very obvious ‘open’ sign and then of course one that read ‘happy hour’ with a margarita. The rest appeared to be different beers they might have on tap. It didn’t look like anything fancy but didn’t seem like a hole in the wall either. The exterior was paneled in wood just like almost every other building in the area, giving it a cabin feel without actually being a cabin.

Dread settled in the pit of your stomach from just staring at the place so if you were going to act, it needed to be now, before said dread morphed into pure panic. This was going to determine your foreseeable future, if you couldn’t land this job then you might as well toss yourself right back down that mountain with no money and no plan, right back to square one.

The door was heavy, built out of metal and a bell ringing just above, notifying any staff and patrons of your presence which you could do without but you had to push yourself. If they were staring, your gaze was glued to the ground and you didn’t notice, too occupied in rehearsing an improvised script in your head. Some kind of rock or metal song blasted through the bar and you weren’t sure if it was overstimulating or comforting. Your initial thought was that for being in a small town, they would be inclined to play country music so it only relieved you that your possible future workplace wouldn’t be subjecting you to the unbearable twang you just couldn’t seem to stand. You’d endure it when all was said and done but it was appreciated that it was one less nuisance in your life.

It was a standard bar, the atmosphere mellow with dull lighting and a haziness smelling of tobacco swirling throughout the room. What immediately drew you in was the obvious game of bingo, suddenly shifting what was a designated spot for happy hour and a cheap therapy session with the bartender into a retirement home full of seniors. A man that looked to be in his fifties sat on a stool on the tiny stage in the corner, calling out numbers, which elicited a few victory yells from those who had obviously been having better luck.

However odd the scene may be, several senior citizens occupying the tables of a bar at happy hour, business still seemed to be booming considering that it was a weekday. Aside from the group of elderly yet energetic individuals, there were also what looked to be the regulars perched on their assigned stools at the actual bar. They paid no mind to the intense game happening behind them, sipping away at their beers and mixed drinks leisurely.

A vacant seat called to you, two more on each side guaranteeing that you could sit comfortably without awkwardly scooting in next to someone and disturbing their possible winding down time, no doubt trying to blow off some steam after work. That’s why people came to bars, right? It was lost on you, this wasn’t your scene and if you’re truthful, you’re not even sure you should be here begging for a job in the first place. That Ed guy clearly didn’t take a liking to you and though you didn’t exactly have any knowledge on his role within The Bourbon, he seemed like he had a say in the day to day operations just based on the tiny snippets of information you picked up on. Hopefully someone with the same level of authority would be working now and actually respect you as a person enough to at least give you a chance.

Playing it cool—as cool as one could be with constant nagging thoughts and shot nerves, you decide to plant yourself down on the stool, the worn leather material partially squeaking in protest as you wiggle into a comfortable enough position, setting your bag in your lap and clutching it in paranoia. A glance from the left to the right and back to the left lets you know that no one seems to mind your presence though you still close in on yourself regardless, taking up the least amount of space possible.

The bartender, a man maybe in his early twenties who had short dark hair seems preoccupied as he shakes a drink while balancing a conversation with another man at the end of the bar, the two laughing every other sentence like old friends. And so you wait. Never intentionally draw attention to yourself and never disturb anyone else’s night until you find it polite to chime in when the bartender doesn’t seem as busy. Even then, he doesn’t hear your small ‘excuse me’ every time he rushes by onto his next task.

A sad little ghost settled among lively customers, you don’t seek pity, only a glance your way so that you could get this over with and either face rejection or anxiously resume the job search. Though no one seems to bother looking your way, you can’t help the heat traveling to your cheeks in pure humiliation, the fact that you’re the only thing out of place weighing heavily on your mind. More celebratory howls and yells sound from behind you, the room erupting into laughter shortly after from a joke you didn’t care to understand. Even a few select chuckles are heard from the men scattered along the bar.

“Do you just not listen?”

A familiar voice breaks through your thoughts, forcing you to peek up from where your focus remained on the bartop, where moments before you’d seemed entranced by the surface. In reality you were running in circles in your head, hoping to make sense of your current situation. Through your lashes you saw him. Ed. Or Eddie. You didn’t put much effort into feeling too bad for not remembering his actual name, especially when he’d never even had the decency to ask for yours. His leather jacket was absent from his torso, now only showing off a plain black t-shirt that also allowed you a view of various tattoos scattered along his arms. You were first drawn to the faded bats on his forearm before becoming puzzled by what seemed to be some kind of a doodle on his inner bicep, not a very good one at that. And then you remembered he’d asked you a question.

“I’m not allowed to have a drink?” You ask innocently. Genuine innocence. No sarcasm. You weren’t brave enough for that.

“Only if you’re not here to also beg for a job.” He grumbles. A man a few stools over gestures down for another round and in response, Eddie nods coolly. With a certain kind of smoothness, he pulls a new glass out before slamming it down on the counter. “If you are, the answer is still no.” The way he quickly pours liquor into the shaker seems so effortless, measurements probably burned into his brain that allow for more efficiency on busy nights.

“Can I at least speak to someone in charge?” You do your best to keep your voice steady and unwavering in the presence of someone with infinitely more confidence than you, his eye contact never breaking.

“You’re lookin’ at him, doll.”

His voice drips with his signature condescending tone, the corner of his mouth pulled up slightly in a smirk. One that tells you that you’ve hit a dead end.

“You—oh.” Like an idiot, you swallowed any words that bubbled in your throat, unable to find it within yourself to at least come up with a snarky comeback.

“We’re not hiring.”

“That-that’s not what Donnie said.” Lousy. The argument just seemed to fall from your tongue involuntarily, not much thought put behind it before coming to fruition. It would only give him more ammo.

His eyes further surveyed you, meticulously analyzing your every move, every twitch of every muscle in your face. An unwanted spotlight shining on you, revealing every flaw in your approach to the current conversation. You wanted a job and he wanted nothing to do with you, your last statement only sealing your fate, only giving him more reason to deny your advances.

“Donnie doesn’t work here does she?” Without expression, he begins expertly shaking his concoction, forearms flexing with the movement. He was a character, some kind of figment of your imagination. He had to be. You’d never encountered someone so standoffish, so ill-tempered, especially toward someone he’d never even met before, already passing judgment on you based on seconds of interaction.

Ignoring his rhetorical question, which came off as more of a deterrent than anything, you pursue a fair conversation, a deserving interview at the very least. “Listen, I’m a really hard worker and—“

“And a fast learner right?”

The interruption was unwelcomed though you gave no indication that it was, face set in a straight expression as you processed his uncivil personality. You couldn’t even find it in you to convey shock, your brain malfunctioning upon his words, outdoing himself with every sentence he uttered.

“Well, yes.”

“Of course. And you can multitask too I bet?”

This wasn’t the interview you were hoping for, this was downright degrading.

“If you would just let me talk.” You plead, fingers digging into the wood of the bartop.

“Listen, kid.” The liquid he had been shaking for quite some time is poured into the glass, an amber colored liquor filled to the brim.

Kid?

If you had the guts you would degrade him right back. But you were you and you could only sit and take each hit to your fragile mental state with as much grace as possible. And soon after the tears would come. Not yet, though. Not just yet.

“You look like you’re about to cry and you haven’t even been hired. What makes you think you can handle a full house on a Friday night?” The drink is topped off with an orange twist and a black cherry before he slides it to its awaiting consumer, not a drop spilling over the edge of the glass, clearly a perfected craft that he was proud of.

When he’s met with silence you gather that he thinks he’s won just by the smug look on his face, barely there but still evident nonetheless. That little voice inside your head screams at you to keep pushing, keep bugging him until he has to give in. Even if by pure annoyance. And although you can feel yourself trembling in terror, something urges you to just gulp down the fear and prod at the arrogant man just beyond the bar.

“I work well under pressure, I’m very organized, I’ll clean on my down time…” You begin to list off your abilities and if he wanted to stop listening, the way he glared at you wasn’t convincing you that he was going to.

This time his response is delayed rather than the other way around, suddenly at a loss for words as his large eyes take in your sudden change in demeanor. Your slight assertiveness takes him by surprise, you can tell from his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. It’s all a front for you to at least get one foot in the door but as they say, ‘fake it ‘til you make it’.

“No.” He answers suddenly, sternly. His disinterest is obvious when he pulls out a rag and starts wiping down the counter, no longer letting his gaze fall on you but instead, the droplets he works vigorously to clean up.

If he wants a fight, then a fight he shall receive.

“I’m a team player, I’m super reliable, my time is flexible, if you need me in a pinch consider it done–”

“Do you understand social cues?”

Ouch. If you had an inflated ego it would’ve surely been destroyed by now but you were already working with close to nothing.

“Yes.” You reply, not a trace of sarcasm, only an honest answer.

“So I think by now you’d understand. We. Are. Not. Hiring.” Each word is enunciated and slathered thickly with bitterness, topped with the intention to send you running like a dog with its tail tucked in between its legs.

What he doesn’t know is that your soft spoken voice and bashful exterior isn’t all there is to you and that deep down, if you wanted something, you were stubborn and able to manipulate the situation should it be required in the most dire of situations. Whether it would work on him seeing as he was also just as stubborn, if not more, you weren’t sure yet.

“Are you turning me away because I’m a woman?”

The pure horror in his eyes almost makes you chuckle because now you know you have the upper hand and had anyone overheard, they would probably question their beloved local bartender’s work ethic.

“I mean–not that I’m accusing you…” You were definitely accusing. “I just don’t see any other women working and–”

It doesn’t have the effect you’re hoping for as he leans toward you, forearms resting on the bar, his eyes returning back to their spiteful nature while he taps his clunky rings against the surface in thought.

“I’m turning you away because you don’t belong in a place like this. Things can get rough and you’re…too dainty.” His voice is much more hushed than before but his expression remains serious, without a trace of that stupid smirk.

Dainty? Dainty. Noted.

“What–you don’t think a woman can handle–”

“It’s not about you being a woman.” He seethes. “It’s about the fact that you are dainty. Polite. Shy. I can’t have that when I’ve got a few drunks refusing to leave at 2:00 AM.”

“I know when to hold my own. Especially if it's for a job.” You attempt to convince him.

“What, so you’re just gonna respectfully tell them to leave, then what? These guys get out of hand, I can’t be babysitting you, I’ve got a business to run.” He reasons, straightening his posture, conversation already forgotten as he starts to turn away before you speak up again.

“At least let me prove you wrong before you dismiss me.” You quietly demand, hands clasped in front of you. “Think I can handle a group of senior citizens.” You motion to the intense bingo game still going strong behind you.

With a roll of his eyes, he seems to ponder his thoughts, bouncing them around in his head. An exasperated sigh escapes his parted lips while a hand drags down his tired face.

“One night. A trial. If you can handle it, fine. You’ve got a job.” He finally declares. “But if I have to stop what I’m doing to babysit you or you so much as–”

“I’ll find another job. Promise.” You nod persuasively, a glimmer in your eyes that he doesn’t miss but quickly ignores.

“Good. Tomorrow night. Eight. And just this one time you can park in the back lot.”

He tries to dismiss himself again but your next question forces him to linger a little bit longer. He was patient, you’d give him that.

“Wait–what, what’s the dress code?” You ask sheepishly, a contrast to the business woman you’d molded into just seconds before.

He does a once over, as if to judge your fashion choices but what he ends the conversation with only leads you to think that he favors one word way too much.

“Casual. Nothing too dainty.”

~end~

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alcoholfreenayeon · 1 year ago

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What about some Jihyo x actor fem!reader fluff please! Maybe there’s been rumors that the two have been seeing each other for a while after meeting at an event. Pictures of the two taken from a far hanging out and eating at restaurants. Then the reader is in an upcoming major film and one of the premieres is in Seoul and Twice is invited to attend. Just some cute stuff like the two making small gestures like eye contact and smiling at each other across the red carpet or being seen taking photobooth pictures at the after party. Please and thank you hehe :)

AN: sorry for the long wait anon. Hope you like this!

Jihyo x Actor Fem!Reader

Caught in the Act

It’s always a good day when you are on a date with your lovely girlfriend especially when she’s none other than Park Jihyo herself. Add to that the pleasant weather and the good food that’s about to be served, life doesn’t get much better than this really.

So, how’s your day been darling?, “Jihyo interrupts your thoughts, her cute smile sparking with curiosity.

“Well, you know the initial reaction to the movie as been much better than expected from the critics so I think this might be it, my introduction to the world.” You couldn’t help but feel extremely proud. This was your potential breakthrough after all. You hear your phone go off a few times but ignore it and continue, “Then there’s the premier coming up in a few days and as you would have found out yesterday, Twice are invited!”.

Jihyo smiles sweetly and proudly as she listens to you be so happy. “Yea I got the invitations yesterday, why didn’t you tell me about that before!, she pouts.

“I wanted to surprise you”, you tease, glancing at your phone again as another bunch of notifications pop off.

“Ah well it was a very pleasant surprise!” Jihyo almost squealed. “I’m so happy for you”. She paused for a moment as your notifications went crazy yet again. “Ooohhh, the premier hasn’t even happened and miss y/n has become such a busy star already.” She teased with a wink.

“Ugh I’m so sorry about this”, you say sincerely deciding to check what the issue is, “I don’t know why……oh….no…..”, you mild annoyance slowly turns to dread as you look through your notifications. You’ve been tagged in social media posts, your manager has been messaging you, media agencies have been messaging you, fans have been messaging you with the only common denominator being some pictures. Pictures of you and Jihyo from yesterday, last month and other times when the two of you met recently. Your eyes scanning the same words in all of the messages

Caught

Dating

Exposed

Scandal

Your hands start to shake as you realize the ramifications this could potentially have. Suddenly the relaxing atmosphere of the restaurant felt very tense, the glass walls made you feel exposed and the other people here made you nervous. You felt absolutely terrified, your personal life, your career and your girlfriend’s career were all at stake here. As scared as you were right now, it was important to begin damage control as soon as possible. You look at Jihyo who was resting her head in her hand glancing at you seriously while using her phone presumably waiting for you to be done. She probably knows by now as well since she’d likely have been contacted as well.

Taking a deep breath, you grab her hand and quickly drag her, away from the windows, away from the people to the closest secluded area you could find…which happened to be the bathroom. Pushing Jihyo inside, your close the door, wait a few seconds and peek out to see if anyone saw you two come here.

“We need to hurry, someone might come in”,

You nod in agreement and sigh in relief to see no activity you turn back to Jihyo only to see that she has lifted up her top, her breasts exposed and was in the process of pulling down her pants, her cheeks slightly red and her face full of excitement.

“What the HELL are you doing????”, you ask in astonishment.

“What do you think love”, Jihyo flirts squeezing her tits together with a wink.

“Jeez! That’s not why I brought you here!”, you reply, your cheeks flushing. “Put your clothes back on! Someone might walk in!”

“Ahhn what’s going on with you”, Jihyo protests, feeling confused and a bit disappointed.

“They found out.”, you say grimly. “I’ve been getting a lot of messages and there’s pictures circulating and everyone is talking about a potential scandal and-”

“Whoa whoa, calm down. What are you talking about? People found out?”

“I don’t know how? I’ve been receiving so many messages and….didn’t you see it?”

“I keep my notifications off….”

You show her what you’ve found out and Jihyo looks worried now.

“Im surprised, I thought we were quite careful. Maybe we got a bit sloppy recently but for now…..Ok, I think we go back home for now, talk with our companies and then see if we need to address this publicly”, Jihyo says seriously.

You take a deep breath and nod. You let Jihyo leave first and wait about 10 minutes before you go back as well. You didn’t have the courage to check your phone again and were fearing the worst.

On your way back, you called your manager to ask what was going to happen and were a bit relieved to find out that all mostly speculation but the fact that two of five pictures had captured Jihyo and your face cleanly and it was obvious that it was the two of you. Your manager informs you that as of now it would be viable to keep quiet and then the company can say the two of you are friends hanging out, but this stance could change depending on the reaction of the general public. It was too soon to gauge the true reaction of the people right now and it would take a few more hours to assess the situation more accurately.

You spent the next few hours watching some Netflix, trying to distract yourself from the drama till you got further news from the agency. It wasn’t very effective though since your thoughts kept drifting back to it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity you got a call from your manager, no, it’s Jihyo. You take a deep breath and answer the call,

“Hey”

“hey….”

“did you see it?”, she asks with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“what? See what?”, you question back, confused.

“Open your socials, see what everyone has been saying”

You do as she says and immediately come across a barrage of negative threads about the two of you which only reaffirms your fears but as you keep scrolling through you are completely surprised to find out that despite the initial outrage the fans and public are actually overwhelming supportive of you and Jihyo.

“I never thought Y/N had rizz like that to pull Jihyo!”

“Jihyo is so real for going for Y/N”

“Just based off the photos I can tell these two are so cute together”

“NOW I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THEM AT THE PREMIERE”

You didn’t know how to react now. People were seeming for rooting for you both but what does it really mean you and Jihyo got away with it? That there wouldn’t be any real consequences? It seems too good to be true.

“Hellooo are you still there Y/n?”

You were so relieved that you had completely forgotten you were on a call with Jihyo. “Y-yeah, I’m still here.”

“Everyone from my side thinks that everything will be more or less alright since people aren’t very angry about it.”

Hearing Jihyo say those words meant a lot and you felt a lot less tense now and were a bit more relaxed. “That’s so good to hear. I still haven’t heard anything from my side, so I hope they tell me the same soon.”

By the next morning your agency had assured you that everything was fine and there would be no major problems. With only two days left for the premiere, time seemed to fly by. Mostly due to how hectic and busy things had been for you but also partly because you were quite nervous about it all.

Finally, the day of the premiere arrived, the whole morning was nerve wrecking, you just kept thinking of all the ways that things could go wrong. Thankfully you managed to get it under control as the day went on until it was actually time for the premiere. When you arrived at the red carpet the first thing that you noticed was the sheer number of people present. Were they all there for you? That seemed entirely insane to you, maybe your driver messed up and now you were at the wrong place and now you were going to get embarrassed when you end up missing your own premiere. However, as soon as you got out of the car, you were absolutely hounded by the crowd of people. They seemed to be speaking in sync, but you couldn’t make out a single word with all the noise. After the initial excitement wore out you could finally make out some of the questions and began to answer them.

Just as you were beginning to get comfortable, the crowd goes wild again as someone else arrives at the carpet. As the car door opens, time seems to slow down and steps out Jihyo looking absolutely gorgeous, her hair perfect, her smile making you feel weak even if it wasn’t directed at you. She greets the crowd as the rest of Twice step out. You were still mesmerized when you snapped out of it realizing that a lot of eyes were still on you. Your cheeks began to flush a bit as you tried to act like it was nothing. Some people in the crowd seemed to have caught on and you could hear a few ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. Pretending like you didn’t hear them, you decided to move on.

As the rest of the cast turns up, time seems to fly by and before you know it, it’s time to watch the premiere. Everything was going well, in fact every time you appeared in a scene a certain section of the crowd a few rows behind you seemed to cheer loudly. Only when the interval began, and the lights turned on did you realize the loud section of fans were sitting near Jihyo. You didn’t really know how to feel about this. It was kinda sweet maybe-

Your thoughts were interrupted as she made her way towards you flashing you a quick smile before heading to the snack bar. Even though you were quite relaxed on the outside, that small smile from Jihyo made you feel really warm and fuzzy on the inside. You followed her to the snack bar, greeting some fans along the way before stopping next to her. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, smiled and then turned away ordering snacks.

Of course, you wanted to kiss her, but this was NOT the place for that despite the fans seemingly egging the two of you to do something. Coincidentally you both ended up walking back together which caused some whooping from the crowd causing both of you to blush a little while making your way back to the seats.

The rest of the premiere went quite smoothly, and the people absolutely loved it, and you couldn’t be prouder of your work. You ended up taking pictures with each fan in the premiere. While you were about to exit, you were pulled in by Jihyo who told you to keep quiet and that she wanted you to follow her out the back.

“I want you all to myself for some time now”, Jihyo says endearingly. You have no complains, in fact this was exactly what you wanted as well. While the rest of Twice and the movie cast were a bit confused at the disappearances of their members, both groups were busy enough to not put two and two together.

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xcaptain-winterx · 11 months ago

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Gingerbread cookies

football player!Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: Your helpful football player decorates the gingerbread cookies for you while you sleep. Only problem is that your boyfriend has a better idea.

warnings: fluff, Bucky being a good boyfriend, Bucky being a horny boyfriend, cum, nsfw 18+, Alpine, pussy eating

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is a fic for “Vee's holly jolly challenge” @sstan-hoe with the prompt “Before we go out…pull up that skirt real quick, baby”. Hope you like it and I hope you all have a great Christmas❤️🎄

Main Masterlist Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky is walking out of the changing room, pulling his jacket tighter around him as the cold wind slaps him. He was supposed to have football practice until 5pm, but the sudden change of weather made them end earlier today. This decision was good because 10 minutes later the wind got brutal. Bucky makes his way back to his apartment, wanting to be back in the warmth as soon as possible. His phone starts to ring midway through his walk back home and he struggles for a second to get his phone out before finally managing to pull his phone out of the deeps of his pocket. A smile spreads out on his face as he sees that you are calling him.

“Hey, doll” Bucky says happily.

“Hey, baby” you say, sounding equally as happy. “I already assumed practice was going to end earlier today. How was it?”.

“It was good. I beat Steve today” he says proudly, remembering how defeated Steve looked as his best friend threw him across the field.

“Wow, that’s amazing, baby! Guess you deserve something special then, huh?”. Bucky bites his lap as he thinks about what you gave him last time you were proud of him, or more like what you did.

“I will be home in two minutes” Bucky says, speed walking down the streets and taking a shortcut. Just as Bucky is about to bring up a wish, including you in only his jersey, a noise in the background gathers his attention.

“What is that, doll?”.

“So” you begin “I actually called you because I wanted to ask you if you could make a quick stop at the supermarket and get some frosting”.

“Sure” Bucky immediately says and walks back in the other direction. “For what?”.

“Today is Yelena’s birthday and I want to make gingerbread cookies, but I ran out of frosting halfway. I still need to decorate twenty more cookies”. Bucky remembers the party. How couldn’t he? The whole football team is going and many more. Yelena and you know each other since you were about five and went together to the same schools. Meanwhile her sister Natasha was in Russia for some years.

“I thought we had enough frosting” Bucky says, remembering how went grocery shopping last week and even got more frosting than necessary.

“I thought so too, but we used quite a lot of frosting last night as we drunkenly built our gingerbread house” you say, while putting the last dozen of cookies in the oven.

Your parents came by yesterday morning before flying to England for the holidays and gifted you two some wine as an early Christmas present. Of course you two had to taste it, so you put on some nice music while Bucky lit the fireplace and then cuddled up to on the couch and opened the bottle. In no time the bottle was empty and you two dancing to Christmas music before Bucky had the brilliant idea to build a gingerbread house together, remembering you two bought a set. After some failed attempts to put it together, you two finally managed to do it and were able to decorate it. At that point, you still had enough frosting, but you wanted to do more decorations, so you took some of the frosting what was meant for the cookies.

In the end, you didn’t even use the frosting for decorating. Well, not for decorating a gingerbread house. Bucky thought it would be fun to decorate your body on the table and slowly lick the sweet scream off your body.

But the gingerbread house still looks good.

Bucky smiles back at the memory, remembering how much you two had and not only in the dirty kind.

“And now you want your lovely boyfriend to bring you some more frosting? Don’t you think you already have enough cookies?”

“Well, my lovely boyfriend, I think you can never have enough cookies and I may even spare you some if you get me some frosting” you say sweetly, secretly knowing you already got him wrapped around your fingers.

Bucky acts like he’s thinking for a second before replying. “Ok, but I want you to decorate MY cookies, especially for me. I want to take them with me to practice and rub under the boy’s noses that my girlfriend makes me cookies with personal messages”.

“You just want one that says ‘best dick’ or ‘careful big thing in pants alert’” you say laughing, imagining how he will show those cookies to Steve and Sam.

“You know me so good, doll” he says, smiling into his phone. “Alright, I will get you something, so you can finish decorating your cookies”.

“I love you, baby. Thank you so much. I will make you some hot chocolate, so you have something warm when you come home”.

“You are too good to me, doll. I love you” he says before saying goodbye. A wide grin appears on his face, while hanging up and putting his phone away. Instead of continuing his way to the supermarket, he turns around again and walks to their apartment.

Bucky wipes his snowy shoes on the doormat. He was almost home as it started snowing hard. Good, that the birthday party is inside.

He unlocks the door, and immediately a wave of warmness and the smell of fresh gingerbread hits him. He steps inside and is immediately greeted by your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Bucky kisses you back, dropping his bag to lift you up, but before he can, you pull away from him.

“I’m so happy to see you, baby. Did you bring the frosting? The cookies are almost done” you run back to the kitchen, leaving him at the door. A soft white fur ball comes out of the bedroom upon hearing the front door open.

“Hey, Alpine” Bucky says as his little baby purrs against his legs, “I missed you too, girl”. He picks her up after removing his shoes, jacket and letting his bag drop on the small bench in the entryway. In the kitchen, he sees how productive you have been. On the counter are two batches with finished cookies, two with unfinished ones, and another batch is in the oven.

“Doll, how about you rest a bit and then get ready for the party while I finish the cookies? You need some rest” he walks closer, seeing how tired you are.

“But the cookies-“.

“I will get them out when they are done and put the frosting on them” Bucky says, giving you Alpine, who happily snuggles closer into the arms of her favorite human.

“James, you don’t have to do that. You just came home from practice and I already made you get the frosting. You don’t need to do more” you say as he leads you to your bedroom. Alpine jumps out of your arms as Bucky pulls back the blanket for you to lie down. She stretches before getting comfortable again in the warm bed she slept in before Bucky arrived. Alpine meows, waiting for you to join her.

Bucky picks you up bridal style, making you laugh. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I made the love of my life overwork herself while I’m still full of energy” he says, laying you down on the bed and pulling the blanket tightly over you. Bucky chuckles as Alpine pops her head out from under the blanket.

“I love you, you know” you say and snuggle more into the warmth of the blanket.

“I know” Bucky grins before giving you a kiss, while murmuring a soft good night against your lips. He closes the door after walking out.

Once outside, he fist bumps the air. He can finally start with his plan. Bucky waits till the cookies are out of the oven before getting a big bowl and walking with it to the bathroom. A big grin is on his face as he closes the door.

“Merry fucking Christmas, doll”.

After you wake up and cuddled Alpine for another five minutes because your little baby wouldn’t stop complaining, you start to get ready for the party. Fixing your makeup in the mirror, you spot Alpine scratching the closed door. With a sigh, you walk over to her.

“No no no, baby. No, scratching the door!” you say and open the door, making her dash out and into the kitchen. You walk out after her, spotting your boyfriend leaning on the counter. Bucky lets out a hey as Alpine scratches his sweatpants and pushes her away with his foot.

When he turns his head around, he sees you standing there in a red dress. “Well, hello there, doll. Don’t you look pretty” he says, not moving from his spot, but giving you flirty smirk. You blush at his comment and walk over to him, noticing all the cookies decorated, though it’s a bit messy, and the frosting looks a bit too thin.

“Thank you for decorating them” you kiss his cheek “They look amazing”. It’s not a lie. You think they are pretty, even if they aren’t decorated the best.

Bucky smiles before he reaches for a cookie and holds it up to you, grinning. “Want a taste?”.

You nod and open your mouth for Bucky to put it in your mouth. You then take a big bite out of the cookie, not seeing how Bucky bites his lip.

The cookie doesn’t taste like you thought it would. Instead of being fully sweet, it’s more salty. At first, you think you added salt instead of sugar before you realize that it’s not the cookie that is salty. It doesn’t take a second for you to know what it is. You look at Bucky, seeing him with a seductive grin.

“You put your cum on the cookies!” you say with big eyes, staring at him with a shocked expression.

Bucky nods, looking so proud. He spent a long time in the bathroom until the bowl was full of his hot cum.

“Why?!” you ask, not believing that your boyfriend really did that. “They are for the party, baby!”

“And there are still enough. You baked so many before I even got here that had frosting on them” he replies and pulls you closer with his arm. “You said I can have some-“.

“But not so many!”

“There are still enough, doll” he kisses your cheek. “I made these extra for you”.

“Bucky, I can’t eat cum covered cookies, even if it’s yours” you say to which he only chuckles.

“You still ate this one though” he bites your neck “I know you like it”. At that, you blush and you two know he’s right. Bucky covers your neck in kisses.

“You are insane, Mr Barnes” you chuckle as Bucky purposely tickles you with his long stubbles.

“Insane in love with you” he looks in your eyes. “You know, I passed out three times for this shit. I’m surprised you didn’t hear me fall”.

You stare at him. “You passed out”.

“As I said, I’m insane in love with you”

“Aren’t you exhausted?” you ask, only now getting why he has to lean against the counter.

“A bit, but you know what I’m still able to do?”

“What?” you ask him as he lets go of you.

“Before we go out…pull up that skirt real quick, baby” he says. You bite your lip as you pull the front of your dress up. A soft moan leaves your lips as Bucky steps closer and runs his finger over your soaked panties.

“All this for me?”

“Yeah” you say with a shaky voice, watching as Bucky drops to his knees and moves your panties aside.

“Oh, doll, you are completely drenched. You really seem to like those cookies” Bucky says in a cocky voice. Before you can say something, he gives your pussy a lick, making you shut up. He picks you up effortlessly and sits you down on the free counter. Before he dives his face back to your pussy, he chases after Alpine and locks her in the bedroom, receiving some scratches while doing that, whispering under his breath how he is going to cut her nails.

Once back, he lays you down and removes your panties, stuffing them in his pockets and ignoring your hey.

“For later, doll” he says before lifting your legs on his shoulders. Bucky kisses down your leg until he finally reaches your pussy. He can see your slick and can feel himself get hard again. He perhaps passed out three times, but he will always be able to get hard for you.

“It’s only fair that I make you pass out now too” he says before finally starting to eat you out.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fic rec #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier x y/n #winter soldier x you #winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier #xcaptain winterx #vee's holly jolly challenge

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phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings · 1 year ago

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“I’ve Got You”

Fandom: Kick-Ass

Characters: Dave Lizewski, Todd Haynes, Marty Eisenberg

Pairing: Dave Lizewski/GN!Reader

Summary: Kick-Ass saves your life and stops you from being mugged, but it makes you think about the crush you have on your friend, Dave.

Notes: This was written for Flufftober 2023 - @flufftober

Also, I don’t own Dave or Kick-Ass.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost or translate any of my stories. I also do not give anyone permission to feed my stories through AI or to be posted to any third party website or app. If anyone sees any of my work posted anywhere but here or my AO3 (simplyreflected), then it has been posted without permission.

Read on AO3 here.

You had been walking home when you were mugged, but thankfully nothing was stolen before you were saved by the one and only, Kick-Ass.

He rescued you and helped you get to your street after you told him where to go. Once he was sure you would be safe, he went back to his patrol.

He had really blue eyes, which you noticed when he looked over at you as he or you spoke. Seeing them made you think of your friend and crush, Dave Lizewski. You spent the rest of the afternoon figuring out how to approach him and how to tell him how you feel. You knew you should because now you realised life is short and to live it while you can.

The next day, at school, somehow news had spread about you being saved by Kick-Ass. You didn’t know how, but assumed someone must’ve seen him saving you or saw him walking you home.

You answered any questions people had very briefly about what happened, since most of the time people stopped you was when you were on the way somewhere, which meant you didn’t have much time to answer any questions; not that you really wanted to since you weren’t really sure what to tell them.

It was lunch when you saw your friends; Dave Lizewski, Todd Haynes and Marty Eisenberg. You sat with them and made sure that you stayed in conversation with them, trying to make it clear to others you didn’t want to be bothered.

They asked you questions about Kick-Ass and while you were happy to give them any answers to the questions they asked, you couldn’t stop glancing at Dave.

You’ve had a crush on him for a while. You couldn’t remember when you first realised; to you, it felt like you’ve had this crush on him for as long as you can remember.

When they finished grilling you, you asked, “Dave, can we talk before we go to class? I promise it won’t take long.”

“Of course,” he looked up at you with his big blue eyes from behind his glasses. He left with you by his side and the two of you walked for a bit, making sure you were further away from everyone else when you spoke.

“Dave, after what happened yesterday, there’s something -”

You didn’t get the rest of the sentence out before he gave you the biggest hug you’d ever gotten from him. He kissed the side of your head before whispering, “I’ve loved you for so long. I couldn’t wait anymore, especially after what happened to you. Life’s too short.”

You smiled into the hug before you pulled back slightly looking up at him, “I love you too.” You giggle and look down. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you.” You looked back up at him before you kissed him quickly.

He pulled you back in for a hug. “I’ve got you. After what happened yesterday, I’m taking you home from now on.”

“I’d like that,” you whisper as you hug him.

#kick ass #kick ass imagine #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski imagine #dave lizewski #friends to lovers #fluff #flufftober #flufftober 2023

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dizzyjelly · 1 year ago

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I Like You, You Idiot

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: you and your best friend Dina go out on patrol where she saves you from dying and you feel you’re not enough. Instead of revealing your insecurities to her, you keep quiet. Later that night she takes you to a party and make a drunken confession which has her freaking out the morning after.

Cw: drinking, fighting, shooting, guns, vomiting, very subtle sexual themes

A/n: so sorry guys this was supposed to be out yesterday but I got super busy! Anyways hope you all enjoy!

You were woken up by the sound of someone knocking- no pounding on your door. With a tired groan you stumbled out of bed, paying no attention to how you were dressed in your pajamas. Skimpy shorts and a white tank top that your nipples peaked through because it was fucking winter and terribly cold. Suddenly you were extremely aware of your clothed as you opened the door to see Dina. What was she doing here?

“Dina? W-what do you want?” You ask, crossing your arms to try and cover up a bit.

“Uh- nice pjs” She laughed, “didn’t Maria tell you? We’ve got patrol this morning. Get ready I’ll wait.” She smirked, her eyes traveling the length of your body.

Her gaze lingered in certain spots. Your thighs, your boobs. That kinda stuff.

“Shut the hell up. Come in, it’s cold.” You open the door wider and let her inside.

Dina accepted your offer almost immediately because she was freezing out there. She sat on your couch, already knowing where to go since she’d been at your place countless times before. You’re busy getting dressed upstairs while she waits for you. You come back all nice and ready, getting your backpack on.

Dina lead the way to the stables, greeting the stable boy Jack. He smiled at her, his eyes roaming over her body. It pained you to watch them interact as he had such an obvious crush on her, but she seemed to ignore it. Which you didn’t understand. Anyways, Jack informed her that there was only one horse available for you and Dina. Some kind of horse flu was going around and the others were busy.

She thanked him and got said horse from its stable. You let her get on first, then climbed on the back. At first you’d been hesitant, but after reminding yourself that as her best friend you’d literally cuddled, you wrapped your arms around her waist and held on tight. You interlocked your hands where they met at her stomach, and she lead you guys to the path that would take you to your patrol building. After a little bit you decided to break the silence.

“Why don’t you go out with Jack?” You asked her, genuinely curious.

“Um what?” She laughed, you felt her body shake with her laughter, “what do you even mean?” She asked in return.

“He obviously likes you Dina. I mean who wouldn’t..” You mumbled the last part, hoping she didn’t hear it.

“Oh, well I don’t care. I like somebody else.” She responded confidently.

You couldn’t help it as you felt a bit disappointed. Sure it was good she didn’t fancy Jack, but she liked someone. Was it bad you hoped it was you she liked? You’d been best friends for years now and in all that time you managed to develop a crush on her. Then again, she was so charming and beautiful. Of course you liked her more than a friend! But she’d never know, not for the time being at least.

The two of you arrived at your patrol building, making sure your horse was settled in a comfortable area before going to fill out the patrol form. Dina signed both your names and nothing else since you hadn’t come in contact with anyone, or anything, yet. There was a couch in the area, so you decided to sit. Dina didn’t take long to join you, sitting close to you.

As you sat beside her you began to wonder about who she liked. Your mind went to a few different people, some she’d mentioned and others you just suspected. Dina was quiet too. Why, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t really care, better for you to think. After a few minutes Dina stood and said she had to use the bathroom. You told her to be careful and she told you not to worry. You sat and continued to think in peace, but not for long.

You felt your nerves shoot up as you heard some clattering, and not in the direction Dina had gone. Immediately you stood and took out your gun, glancing around the room for any signs of someone or worse, something. Just as you were about to turn back around, somebody shoved you hard enough to knock your gun from your hands. You yelped as you were now pinned to the ground by a rather large man, who had a baseball bat in his hands.

You struggled underneath him, hoping to get your pocket knife and stab him literally anywhere. But it wad no use, he had been sitting across your torso and trapping your arms all at the same time. So, after realizing you could not save yourself you started to scream and yell for Dina. Just as you were sure this deranged man was going to swing his bat right across your face, he was shot right in the head and fell backwards off of you. You could barely breathe as you scooted away and stood quickly. You gasped as you ran into Dina while backing away, she held you in her arms as your breathing was fast and irregular.

“Are you ok? Y/n?” She asked, her tone laced with concern.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” You had trouble answering since your breathing was so erratic, but you managed.

You nuzzled your face into her neck as your head rested on her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around your back as she kept watch for anyone else who might show up. After you caught your breath the two of you explored to make sure nobody else was coming. Then you sealed off the building so no one else could get in. You were sat on the couch with your head in your hands. It wasn’t the first time Dina had to save your ass, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Every time something like this happened, you felt terrible.

Like you weren’t good enough. You’d never been an amazing fighter like she was, you were good sure. But that’s it, just good. Meanwhile Dina was fucking phenomenal. Dina pulled away from you with a small smile and motioned for you to go sit on the couch. You did so and spent the duration of your patrol feeling guilty. She hadn’t picked up on your mood change, which was expected since you’d come to be good at hiding it. It was time to leave and you let Dina fill out the patrol notes, after that was done with the two of you got onto the horse and made your way back to Jackson.

Once you returned, Dina got the horse into the stables and had another conversation with Jack. You stood and watched as they conversed, she seemed to be more harsh towards him this time. Not as polite as usual. You wondered if it had something to do with what you said earlier, and it probably did. After she finished speaking to him, she turned around to walk you home. But you were already gone. Your house was really close by so it didn’t take you long to get there. Once you had, you started to get unready from patrol then headed upstairs. You’d just been setting out your things to shower when there was a knock at your door.

With a sigh, you walked downstairs and answered it. And who else would it be, it was Dina of course. Coming by to check on you.

“Hi, I just wanted to see how you’re doing.” She smiled brightly at you.

“Uh, fine. Why?” You chuckled, holding onto the door as you crossed your other arm over your stomach.

“You seemed pretty shaken up and I don’t know- I’m your best friend I can tell when somethings up.” She tilted her head with a shrug.

“Look I’m fine, it’s-“ for a moment you thought about opening up about your insecurities, but you didn’t, “it’s nothing, ok?” you sighed, hoping she won’t continue to pry.

“Well, I don’t believe you, but I’ll leave it alone for now. You wanna go out, do something fun?” Dina asks with a smirk.

“I was going to shower, but maybe after?” You squinted and she nodded.

After that you let her inside and told her to just make herself at home. While she did so you headed back upstairs and into your bathroom. Your clothes and towel were set out on the counter, all nice and ready. You turned on the water and waited while it warmed up, then you got in and did what you usually do. Your shower was shorter than usual since you were trying to rush because Dina wanted to go out. You used a hair dryer so you wouldn’t look like a mess then went into your room to put sneakers on.

Dina smiled as you returned downstairs, all ready to go. She said there was some party going on at one of her friend’s places. It sounded like fun, so you walked beside her as she led the way there. The both of you arrived and as you walked in you watched Dina greet people she knew with hugs and smiles. You always admired how she was so affectionate with her friends like that. She offered to get you drinks and you accepted, making your way to the living room.

Dina returned shortly with your drinks, standing next to you then taking your hand to go and converse with some people she knew. One of them being Ellie, who you knew as well. You weren’t as close to her as Dina was, but you two got along. As you watched the way Dina talked to Ellie, you thought maybe Ellie was who Dina liked. It wasn’t a crazy thought by any means, they had known each other for a long time and there was no doubt that they were close. Maybe you were her best friend, but then what was Ellie?

The party continued and everyone was enjoying themselves, as well as getting rather drunk. You were just tipsy, as you weren’t in the mood for a ragging hangover tomorrow morning. You stood by yourself while you watched as Ellie and Dina shared a joint. There was no denying they looked like more than friends. You sighed as you set your drink down somewhere, then went to the bathroom. You didn’t really have to go so you just washed your hands then stayed there for a few minutes.

Once you exited the restroom, Dina was outside waiting for you. You gave her the best fake smile you could, but she saw right through you. Just like she said earlier, she was your best friend, she knew when something was up.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked, crossing her arms and giving you a smug smile.

“Do you… like Ellie?” you asked, looking at her as you raised your eyebrows in question.

“Ellie?” She burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world, “oh my god, no! I don’t like Ellie..” She sighed.

“Oh, ok.” You chuckled.

“Y/n you are one of the most oblivious people I have ever met. Come here, I have a secret” She giggled, waiting until you leaned closer to hear and her lips were right at the shell of your ear “I like you, you idiot.”

She pulled away with a smile and you were blushing deep as you giggled. You were pretty surprised at her confession, but she was clearly drunk. That didn’t matter though, because she liked you. And she said she liked you. Dina rested her hands on your shoulders as she swayed to the sound of the music. You smiled in admiration as you rested your hands on her waist, biting your lip slightly as you watched her.

Dina seemed to be unable to help herself as she leans her body into yours. You feel her chest press against your own, causing your breath to hitch as your grip on her waist tightened. Slowly, she began to kiss at your neck. You let out a sigh as your head fell back with pleasure, Dina laughed at the effect she had on you. But, you came to your senses. She was drunk, you weren’t as drunk, but you were a couple drinks in.

“Take me home..” She whispers against your neck, her voice was needy and her warm lips were on your neck again in seconds.

“Dina.. no. You’re drunk, come on. I’ll take you home but just to make sure you get there safe.” You sighed as you pushed her away from you, keeping a safe distance.

Dina pouts grumpily and sighs. She mutters an angry fine then leans on you as you walk her home. It’s not exactly easy to deal with a drunk Dina as you’ve come to learn, but you managed. You helped her up to bed, turning away while she changed shamelessly because you were already uncomfortable enough. Finally she’s in bed and of course asking you to join her. You decline, sleeping on the floor instead to avoid anything you might regret in the morning.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of Dina vomiting in her bathroom. With a sigh at your headache, you rush to sit by her side and hold her hair back. You breathe through your mouth as you hold her hair in a makeshift ponytail and rub her back soothingly. She groans, flushing the toilet after she’d done and resting her head on the toilet seat. You grimace at this, lifting her head with your hand.

“Come on Dina, that’s gross.” You look at her as she blinks slowly, eventually just keeping her eyes closed.

“I know, I don’t care. What happened last night?” She asks, rubbing at her eyes.

“Well you drank like a lot, uhh you smoked a joint with Ellie and then I took you home.” You left out the most exciting part of the night, hoping she wouldn’t remember.

“Oh shit, yeah! You thought I liked her, man that was-“ she stopped and her eyes opened wide as her mouth fell agape and she stared at you, “oh my god..” she spoke quietly, her hand coming to cover her mouth.

Obviously, she remembered the secret she shared with you last night. Immediately she stood and walked away from you and into her room, where she started to pace. You followed and watched her as you sat on the edge of her bed.

“Dina, it’s ok, seriously!” You tried to convince her, but she wouldn’t buy it.

“No, no it’s fucking not! I-I ruined everything. We’ve- we’ve just been friends for so long and I care about you so much. My god how am I so stupid, I can’t believe I told you. I’m sorry. I’m just sorry. I don’t wanna lose you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the s-“ her words were cut off as you stood and pressed your lips to hers.

It wasn’t a great kiss, she tasted faintly of her liquor from the night before and a bit sour. Dina sighed into the kiss, her hands coming to rest on the back of your neck. You smiled, your hands coming to rest on her lower back. Your forehead now rested against hers as you let out a small laugh, she was just smiling so big and moved her hands to hold your face.

“That’s so gross, I was just sick.” She chuckles.

“I don’t care. Dina, of course I like you too.” You smiled.

You looked forward to what your relationship would come to next.

#dina woodward #dina woodward x reader #dina x you #dina x y/n #dina x reader #dina x fem reader

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razorblade180 · 3 months ago

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A Book of Love

[Steam Bird]

Aether:Hey Charlotte! You wanted to see me? Is there an article you want to run by me before publishing?

Charlotte:No it’s not an “Eligible Adventurers” incident. I uhh…wanted to give you something and have a quick escape of I got too embarrassed.

Aether:…*stands in front of the door*

Charlotte: Gasp! My escape route!

Aether:Your honesty is both wonderful and your enemy. Anyways, what gift could be so embarrassing.

The reporter pulled out a very hefty scrap book with Aether’s emblem on the front. His mind couldn’t help but wander off to the last time Charlotte gave him surprise polaroids. His face went red.

Aether:Ummm I gotta ask. Is that book safe to open in public?

Charlotte:This gift is nothing like that last gift. Well…in spirit I guess it is, but far more safe! Have a look!

Despite not being inspired with confidence, Aether took the book and opened the first page. The words “Tales of Fontaine” were in bold blue letters above a collage of photos of himself. There was him before court. Another fishing with Freminet; there was even a tea party photo with Navia.

Aether turned the page to find many more moments like him and Paimon at a magic show and the time he swam with otters. Charlotte had even collected more dynamic photos of him in the midst of battle among friends and the more exciting part of the court cases.

Charlotte:Feels like yesterday when that happened. Now you’re off to Natlan soon, right? *smiles* Aether, I’m truly grateful for being apart of your amazing adventure. It’s one thing to be told about it, and another to live it. It wasn’t always grand for you; there’s a thousand pictures I never took that showed the rough times few ever get hear about from an adventurer.

Aether:Hehe, it comes with the job…

Charlotte:I know. I also know that Natlan will be no different, which is why I made the book. Whenever you’re down, I wanted you to have a way to remember the fun side of adventuring; the memories you made in this land of justice.

Aether:Charlotte, this is…beyond incredible. There’s so much here. Why the heck would you be embarrassed by this!? It’s awesome.

Charlotte:*red*Because of the red tab…

Aether:Red tab?

He looked at the side of the pages and found it. The tab skipped more than half the pages and led him to “Tales of Us.” First thing of note was a photo of the first time they met in Mondstadt with the caption, “New Friends wherever you go.” The next photo was them on their first date here. Specifically, it was the photo of him blushing while attempting to drink his coffee and avoid eye contact. “I think he likes me” was written underneath.

Aether couldn’t help but laugh sheepishly. His eyes went towards the photo of her on their second date when he had playfully given her a rainbow rose. He remember snapping this bashful photo of her a couple minutes after doing it. The caption read, “I know I like him.” First dance, dinner dates, strolls, fishing, so many little miscellaneous moments of them together perfectly captured on several pages. Aether kept flipping through as Charlotte looked at the floor to keep her cool.

Charlotte:I remember telling you and Paimon that if the world were to end tomorrow, I’d still do my job. I maintain that thought. However, if I were lucky enough to know you were close by, I’d make sure everything I had to do was finished then race your way for the final moments without fail. Aether, I really, truly…*looks up* huh? Hey! You’re crying!!!

Damn straight he was! If he were Neuvillette, it would be pouring! The boy had two streams running down his face.

Aether:Of course I’m crying! This gift is so fucking sweet! This might be the nicest thing I’ve ever gotten! I’m not used to farewells like this. I always try to smile and say “see you later!” *sniffles*

Charlotte:…Pfft hehe. Is that right?

Smiling fondly, Charlotte stepped closer and gently wiped the tears away. To think her gift would move him so. Aether was always full of surprises, but that’s what she loved about him. Slowly, she leaned in, kissing him and holding in a giggle when she felt him kiss back just as quickly. She wasn’t great at long confessions anyways and frankly, neither of them needed it. Their lips parted but they remained in each other’s arms while pressing their foreheads against one another and continuing to smile.

Charlotte:See you later, Aether.

Aether:Until next time, Charlotte.

#genshin impact #gi aether #gi charlotte #they met again after work #he walked her home #charlotte x aether

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lalal-99 · 8 months ago

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of new friendship {h.j.} | track 3

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: The one where you go to a Jackson Wang party.

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You couldn’t remember the last party you had been to.

A real party, with crates of alcohol, loud music, and drunk people, that was.

Throughout your early teen years it had been a regular part of your week. Getting drunk, befriending strangers and making mistakes. You left no party within reach unattended, no matter the people or their willingness to provide alcohol to minors. You had figured out ways to always get what you wanted in the end. And what you wanted at that time was to drink away any and every one of your brain cells.

With a little luck it would be the very one that made you remember the grief of losing a parent.

Whenever you told people about those days, it was as an explanation to why you rarely drank now. Most people also thought Jisung had helped you overcome that part of your life. It would have fit right into their version of a romantic love story—girl sad, girl meets boy, boy fixes girl. Happy end.

Most people couldn’t have been more wrong.

Jisung, like yourself, was plagued by his very own share of suffocating pain. And he too wanted to forget, desperately. In meeting you, he found someone who was right as troubled, maybe even more so. Thus, a toxic relationship formed, the two of you soon becoming the life of every party you attended.

Any party you went to, you became the centre of. Be it a friend’s party, a friend’s sibling’s party, or a stranger’s party one of your mutual friends had heard about god-knows-where. Surrounded by a crowd of people, both your age and older, you became the main source of entertainment. Making people laugh and providing them with memories they wouldn’t forget. Because which other two 14-year-olds could keg-stand and funnel like grown-ups?

You weren’t proud of it, but at the same time, it was as much part of your story as everything before and after. The darkest part, filled with pain, rage, and the simple desire to forget, yes. But a part never less.

Those times were long gone; life had caught up to you at some point.

Despite your party-animal-past, a shiver ran down your back when the frat house appeared on the horizon.

People gathered on the porch, on the stairs leading up to it, and on the lawn, smoking, drinking, and making out. Whatever stereotypical frat-party scenario you could have come up with played out right in front of your eyes.

You lingered for a moment, watching the scene unfold. Unsure how to approach the evening or if you even still wanted to. Hadn’t it been for Yuqi taking matters into her own two hands and dragging you inside... Well, you would have turned around and chosen the safety of your room instead.

Your partying days sure had passed.

When you entered the house, a thick veil of warmth and sweat hit you, a breath of nausea taking over your being. A sea of people was stumbling from room to room, up the stairs or towards you, in a desperate search for fresh air. If you planned on staying here for the next few hours, you’d need a drink. Or five.

Yuqi turned towards you, excitement evident on her face, “Wanna look for Jisung?”

“Drinks first!” you yelled back, her nod telling you she had understood. Surprising, seeing someone had cranked the bass right up to 11.

With your hand in hers, Yuqi pulled you through the crowd until you reached the kitchen. It was less crowded than the rest of the house, meaning you had a safe haven you could come to if things got too much. Judging from the tension in your back not even five minutes in, you’d need it at some point.

You didn’t pay too much attention to the people around you. The couple making out on the counter or the group chatting on the other side of the room. Instead, your gaze focused on the beers in the ice-filled sink. A sigh of relief escaped you as the cold, bitter liquid ran down your throat. The first half of the bottle, you emptied in that initial gulp.

You must have needed this more than you noticed.

“Impressive,” Yuqi praised you, her lips wrapping around her own bottle for a less eager sip. “Remind me never to face you in a drink-off.”

“Trust me, my drink-off days are far behind me.”

Your voice startled one of the people standing by the side, a familiar face snapping towards you. “Y/N?”

You found Hwasa leaning against the counter, a surprised expression taking over her features.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Your roomie had told you she’d be going out tonight too. Although you hadn’t expected her to be at the same party you had been dragged into. Pulling you into a hug, a few of her locks tickled your nose. “Jisung got invited by an old friend.”

“And you brought my new favourite person! Hi!” Hwasa greeted Yuqi with another bone-crushing hug. To an outsider, it must have looked like you hadn’t seen each other for years rather than yesterday.

“Don’t call me your favourite person, or I will cry.”

The smile on Yuqi’s face spread from one ear to the other as she let go of your roommate. After a few shorts hours spent with her, she had opened up to you about how difficult it usually was for her to make friends. Similar to Jisung, her quirky persona more times than not scared people off. Befriending not one but two people within the first week on campus, her happiness was understandable.

“So, who’s the mystery friend that invited you here? Wait, don’t tell me! I’m gonna guess. Is it Chris? He knows, like, everyone.” You shook your head, never having heard that name in your life. Scratching her chin with two perfectly manicured fingernails, Hwasa pondered. “Matthew? He’s been around for a while.” Again, you didn’t know who she was talking about.

This game could have taken forever. There were about 300 people who could have invited you, judging from the crowd inside this house. Though the fun was cut short when the door to the kitchen opened, and a familiar face entered the scene. Just like you remembered, he was followed by a crowd of eager people. Ever the centre of everything.

“No way! Am I dreaming? Y/N! I can’t believe you came.”

You startled when he pulled you into a hug, wrapping your arms around him with reluctance. You hadn’t seen him in over two years, and this was how he decided to greet you? A hug? Thinking about it, you had probably hugged him only a handful of times in your lifetime. Your birthday, maybe. Or Christmas.

“Hi, Jackson.”

He let go of you, momentarily staying in your proximity before stepping back.

He looked good, face clean-shaven and hair pulled back by a baseball cap. His clothes told the same story they always did. Rich guy with swagger, Gucci earrings somehow accentuating his baggy clothing. Jackson, for all you remembered, had always dressed like this. Drenching his aura in handsome.

“How is everyone? How’s the fam?”

“Everyone is perfect. Healthy, happy.”

Despite your best efforts to sound nonchalant, you couldn’t help the undertone of spite. Jackson seemed to understand the secret message, nodding as his lips pressed into a thin line.

You wanted to be nice to him as you were aware he was a good person at heart. But after everything, you couldn’t help being a little bitter still.

Hwasa—oblivious to a fault—interrupted the awkward shift this conversation had taken and you silently thanked the heavens. “You know each other?”

“What? You do, too?” Jackson replied, pointing between the two of you, ever the Spiderman-meme. “How?”

“We’re roommates.”

Emptying your first bottle, you pulled a second one out of the sink, opening it on the marble of the kitchen island. A party trick from back in your heyday you never quite unlearned.

“What? That’s crazy!” Jackson seemed genuinely surprised. He pulled his baseball cap off his head and repositioned it over a few loose strands. “Small world.”

“How about you?” you threw the question back to them.

“We’re—” Jackson cut himself off, eyes meeting Hwasa’s as they toasted their bottles. A quick wink, and he finished his contextually unbelievable description of their relationship. “Friends.”

Hwasa choked on her drink, laughing at his words as if it was the funniest thing she had heard all year. “That’s the understatement of the year.”

You remembered Yuqi, who was leaning against the counter beside you, perfectly quiet as she listened. Probably the quietest you had seen her since you met her. And that included the courses you visited together.

“Fine. We used to hook up. Happy?” Jackson corrected his previous statement. The wink he had sent Hwasa made way more sense now.

“Almost. You seem to have forgotten the part in which you fell hopelessly in love with me.”

Your eyes focused on the two of them. Could Hwasa be the girl? No way! That would have been too big of a coincidence.

“Okay, you are blowing that way out of proportion.” Chuckling at her words, Jackson positioned himself so that he was now facing her. “I had a little crush on you.”

“Exactly. What I said.”

Huffing, Jackson shook his head, pulling Hwasa into a side hug of sorts. Good thing Wheein wasn’t around to witness this flirtatious moment. Her absence explained why Hwasa even let someone come close to her like this. Her girlfriend’s presence seemed to put her a little on edge. Like Hwasa was in constant hope she wouldn’t do something to offend Wheein. Or, God forbid, make her think she was anything but faithful.

“We broke things off, and now—”

“We’re besties,” Hwasa ended his statement, patting his chest as they smiled at each other.

It couldn’t have been silent for more than five seconds before Jackson unwrapped his arm from his bestie. He fetched himself a fresh bottle out of the sink.

“Anyways,” throwing you and Yuqi a kind smile, Jackson turned to his friends. They were still gathered behind him, talking over each other with loud laughter. “It was nice seeing you again. I hope you and Sungie have a great night. Let me know if you need anything.”

Making his way out of the room, he left you to yourselves, sipping on your bottle like you hadn’t just emptied the last one. “Good luck finding him if you need anything. Jackson won’t be in the same room for longer than a minute.”

There was no need to tell you that.

At every party he had ever thrown, Jackson had always been nowhere and everywhere, all at once. You distinctly remembered searching for an hour once before eventually finding him where you had started. How he did it, no idea, but he sure was a pro at it.

“Let me get back to my friends. I’ll see you later?”

Nodding, you turned towards Yuqi, who had about 100 questions dancing on the tip of her tongue. The second you were on your own, she erupted like a waterfall.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” As if she would buy that. There was no way you didn’t know what she was talking about. Your body language had been very see-through throughout that whole interaction. Arms crossed, lips tight, brows cocked.

“Don’t play me, bitch!” A term of endearment, you had learned. “There was so much tension, I thought I was in Riverdale for a sec.”

You laughed at her words, shaking your head. “I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

“Alright.” Yuqi accepted, but not before getting at least one last statement out in the open. “He’s smoking hot, but whatever he did to you, I would not want to be him.”

The two of you left the kitchen on a seemingly impossible quest to find your boyfriend. You forced your way through the crowd until you reached a less dense section of the room. Only then you noticed a group of people a little further back, right by a window.

You motioned for Yuqi to follow you as you approached the couches. Your boyfriend’s mop of brown hair remained the centre of your vision.

Jisung was deep in conversation with a boy beside him while Felix listened to them. Apart from them, a handful of other boys spread over the couches. The ones that didn’t fit, sat comfortable on chairs. Seeing Jisung in a sea of people he didn’t know, talking like it’s all he was born to do, you almost didn’t want to intrude.

“Bro! Babe Alert!”

The boy next to Jisung was the first to notice you approaching. It took a lot in you to push your amusement at his obliviousness down.

As Jisung’s head followed his friend’s gaze, he gasped out a loud “Yah!” before giving the boy next to him a slap against the bulky arm.

“Dude, that’s my girlfriend.”

“Oops.”

All eyes were on you as you waved at the group. You introduced yourself while sitting on the armrest beside your boyfriend. Yuqi joined your other side, and introduced herself before leaning against you.

“I’m happy you’re here,” Jisung confessed, hand coming to your thigh, squeezing it in adoration.

“You are?”

When you looked at Jisung, you noticed the guy beside him, eyes threatening to bulk out of their sockets. Staring at Yuqi, no less. After a few seconds, he realised he’d been caught and blushed. By pulling Felix into a conversation, he hoped to cover up his interest in your friend.

The girl in question was too deep in her interaction with one of the boys on the chairs to notice. He soon offered her half of his seat, which she accepted while discussing his choice of—footwear? She really seemed to know her way around the closet.

“Yes. Because someone didn’t believe you were real.” Jisung’s eyes darted towards a boy on the other couch whose blonde tresses were pulled into a loose ponytail. “What do you say now, Hyunjin? My hot girlfriend is real.”

“That’s how you describe me to people? Hot?” You didn’t know whether to be mad or flattered.

“Just so we’re clear,” the boy, Hyunjin, chimed in, “it wasn’t the hot part I didn’t believe. It was the whole concept of a girlfriend I was questioning. But you are real, apparently. So I owe Felix ten bucks.”

Laughing at Hyunjin’s cluelessness, your boyfriend couldn’t hide his amusement. “Felix already met her, stupid! You got pranked good, dude.”

Hyunjin’s jaw was on the floor at the new discovery, gaze dramatically cutting to the boy in question.

As the two of them exchanged money and ridicule, you caressed Jisung’s thigh in adoration. A sense of pride filled you at how he had somehow already found a way out of his shell. University seemed to have a positive impact on him, the first week progressing smoother than you had anticipated. Regardless of how he made so many friends this early on, you were glad he did.

“So, who are your friends?”

Gaze wandering through the circle, Jisung introduced the boys one after another. Starting from the one sitting next to Yuqi.

“That’s Seungmin. He’s an English major.”

The boy conversed with Yuqi as though they had known each other for years. He had puppy-brown hair, parted in the middle and cut even on all sides in a fashionable bowl-cut. Two strands of light-blonde framed his face, rounding off an otherwise innocent appearance. His clothes were simple, t-shirt and cargo pants hanging loose on his lean shape.

“Next to him is Jeongin. He’s studying to become—something biology. Honestly, I didn’t understand what he does. It’s all about mitochondria and other boring stuff.”

A little more on the shy side, Jeongin followed Seungmin and Yuqi’s dialogue instead of creating his own. Like Seungmin, he clothed casual. Standing out was his thick pink hair, which contrasted his initial timid demeanour. A something-biology student with pink hair? Very eye-catching.

“On the couch, that’s Hyunjin, Minho and Chris. Hyunjin is studying art history, and Minho majors in dancing. Chris is a Music major.”

Hyunjin, the one who got pranked out of ten bucks—by Felix, out of all people—was clad in a more fashionable outfit. His grey jeans he had paired with a white button-up, a multitude of jewellery decorating his fingers and neck. Minho wore his hair in a lavender tone, a tight-fitting shirt and black leather pants. Showing off his very toned legs—a dancer, indeed. And Chris. Well, he liked his arms the size of logs, apparently. They were an unexpected contrast to his cutesy laugh, nose scrunching up as he joked with Minho.

“And the boy who can’t keep his eyes off Yuqi, that’s Changbin. Sports major. If you tell him your weight, he will send you a video of him benching it.”

“Yah, I don’t do that for just anyone. Consider yourself lucky,” Changbin interjected. Thankfully, he had only overheard the second part of Jisung’s description.

Ignoring his friend’s words, Jisung concluded his introductory round. “And you already know Felix. He’s studying to become the best teacher in the whole wide world.”

Felix ignored the mocking tone in his friend’s voice, only one of the reasons rendering him perfect for a teaching position. He stood calm whenever needed, not a word taken out of proportion. That much you had already learned from hanging out with him a handful of times. It wasn’t hard to believe, he handled children the same way he did his drunk friends.

“I’m glad you have so many friends with majors now. Maybe, they can help you decide on yours.”

Rolling his eyes at the subject you somehow couldn’t let go, Jisung pulled you from the armrest onto his lap. A tiny yelp escaped your throat, his action surprising. The two of you usually didn’t exchange PDA like that. His advances, therefore, you understood as a sign of the amount of alcohol he had already consumed.

“You will never let this go, will you?”

“Not until I know you’re not just going to university because I’m going.”

You had been gifted with so much drive to go to uni, study, become a manager. Sometimes, you forgot that some people weren’t as lucky to know what they wanted to do with their lives. Your boyfriend was one of those people.

Sure Jisung had hobbies like singing, sports and the occasional guitar session. But other than that, he was pretty clueless about his future. The two of you used to joke about it. Kidding how all the ambition and focus had gone to his sister and once he was born, there was nothing left of it. An innocent joke for as long as it hadn’t been reality.

Now that you were here and for the months leading up to your move, the joke was underlined with more seriousness.

For the longest time, Jisung hadn’t been sure he even wanted to go to university. He had debated going to work right away. Learn something handy, like electric work or nursing. That he didn’t even know a direction to go in didn’t make the decision any easier. In the end, he figured that while you were studying to go into management, he might as well join you. If anything, it could potentially give him an overview of possible fields of work.

After many discussions about your joined future and his role in it, he seemed to be over it. He wanted to explore his options—that’s what he had told you when you two enrolled. And yes, you were proud of him for getting his grades up in the last year of High School. Even if only to share this adventure with you. Though you still needed him to be a little more serious about it. Otherwise, university was four years of him exploring, ending in no degree. Four years wasted, in your eyes.

“I just want to make sure you’re thinking about it.”

“Right now, the only thing I’m thinking about, is taking you to one of the empty bedrooms upstairs.”

His breath fanned over your neck as he whispered into your ear. Goosebumps rose all over your skin, his fingers gracing over your exposed hip. You hadn’t even noticed how your shirt had ridden up before his careful touch. Repositioning yourself to sit sideways on his lap, you bit your lip at his suggestion. Your hand came around his neck, fingers running through the hair at the back of it.

“We just got here,” you chuckled as his arms wrapped around your thighs.

“So?”

“Let’s enjoy the party for a bit, yeah?” Jisung knew a final decision when he heard one, a pout overtaking his face. Good thing you had already taken measures to soften the blow. Years of being with each other gave you the confidence to play your plan as you intended. “I might know a way to make the wait worth our while.”

You smirked as you retrieved a round object from your pocket and pushed it into Jisung’s hand on your thigh. A kiss to his cheek concealed your action, his eyes widening once he realised what you had handed him. A remote control. And not just any old remote control. Connecting the dots, Jisung soon understood that it controlled the matching vibrator inside you. The very same one you had bought for his most recent birthday.

Happy Birthday, indeed, and to both of you.

Judging from his expression, you figured your plan to make his patience worthwhile erected the awaited reaction. Then again, that could have also been him pocking you from below.

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the fake date plot | part 2.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 4.7k

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James passed a note to you after you sat down for Transfiguration. It was the start of a drawing. You added a few details before passing it back to him. The two of you kept doing that the whole class. It wasn’t really to make people think anything but every little bit counted. You could feel his friends’ eyes on the two of you, burning holes into your back.

You supposed you would be confused too but it’s not like the story was unbelievable. You and James were class partners and talked every day until you became friends and then something more. But were you guys moving too fast as friends? You didn’t have time to think about that because class was ending and James stood up before turning back to look at you.

“Do you actually share a dorm with Lily, Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas?”

“Yeah,” you said as you packed up your textbooks. “Why?”

You and James were now walking through the hallways together. He shook his head.

“No reason. They just mentioned it when I said I invited you to the party.”

“Sorry again that I couldn’t go.”

“Don’t mention it, not a problem. But you can make it up to me.”

“Oh no, how?”

“Ravenclaw’s having a party, come with the rest of us.”

“Ravenclaw?”

James raised an eyebrow as he answered you with a yes. He had sent you an owl yesterday evening to tell you the plan. You knew there was a party and you were going to say yes. Why were you suddenly acting like the entire plan didn’t exist?

“I don’t really know, Xeno is gon—”

“Y/N, stop.” James realized the problem. “We’re going to the party, you’re gonna show him how hot you are, and you’re going to be the baddest bitch at the party and make Xenophilius Lovegood want to show you how he loves good. Now say it with me.”

“That was a horrible pun.”

“Y/N, say it.”

James swung his school bag over his shoulder and went to grab your shoulders. He shook you a little before moving his hands to cup your face, squishing your cheeks a little. He chuckled softly at you looking like a chipmunk. You looked him up and down as best as you could. Seeing him away from a school desk, James was taller than you thought. He always seemed like a short king when you were just class partners. He gave you a pointed look. You took a deep breath.

“I’m going to be the baddest bitch at the party,” you whispered.

“More confidence.”

“I’m gonna be the baddest bitch at the party!”

“And?”

“I’m going to make Xenophilius Lovegood… realize I’m a bad bitch?”

“Good enough.”

You went your separate ways at the top of the staircase, you going to History and him going with his friends to Charms. James ignored the others, not even bothering to fill Wormtail in when he entered the classroom. He was thrown off script and didn’t know what to tell them that would help the plan. They just saw him try to help you figure out how to get with Xeno.

The other three weren’t focused on that. They were focused on James daring to call another girl hot in the public of the corridors. He was so head over heels for Lily that he would normally never dare someone misconstruing his words about another woman. You two must have been closer than they thought if he was willing to risk being overheard.

Of course they didn’t say anything when you waved to James at lunch before sitting with Alice and her roommates at the Hufflepuff table — sitting with James wasn’t supposed to start happening for another nine days.

They did, however, say something when James started leaving his dorm early. Remus set down his book when he saw James putting on his shoes.

“Mate, where are you going? The party isn’t for another two hours or so and you’re not dressed.”

“Y/N wanted help getting dressed.”

James ignored their laughing and went up to the girls’ dorm to find you. He knocked on your door only to be greeted by Marlene.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

“Hello, Marls. This is a new way of saying hi to me.”

“Well, we’re in the middle of getting ready so we don’t have time right now, James.”

“Is Y/N in there?”

“She’s in the shower.”

“Great. Are you all dressed? Can I come in?”

Marlene swung the door open in confusion. James made himself comfortable on the only empty bed, assuming it was yours. He noticed the room looked like the Marauders’ dorm. You must have suggested it to them. He stared at the ceiling while the other girls watched his every movement. They all piled onto Lily’s bed to just stare at him. He turned his head towards the bathroom door when your humming turned into full blown sing-screaming.

He looked at your nightstand, spotting a sewing machine and a book of patterns. James flipped through the book until you finally came out. You jumped when you opened the bathroom door. Still in your towel, you forgot you had asked James to help you get dressed. He sat up and immediately slapped his hand over his eyes.

“Give me your best outfit,” he said.

You went to your wardrobe and took out the outfit you had prepared. James took his hand away when you tapped him on the shoulder. You frowned when he didn’t clap. The boy in front of you shrugged.

“Is there a second outfit?”

You found something else only to barely step out of the bathroom before James shook his head. You kept finding outfits only for each to be rejected. Annoyed, you came back out in just a towel.

“None of your outfits say that you’re hot,” James reasoned.

“To you. What if Xeno likes it?”

“Well, actually, I liked the last five outfits. Look, I asked Wormtail to ask the Dueling Club guys he’s friends with to find out what catches Lovegood’s eye at a party.”

“You did?”

“You’re welcome. And while you dress absolutely adorable for you, you just look cute.”

“I don’t have anything else.”

James opened the bag he came in with, dumping it out on your bed. “Which is why I am your designer for the evening. So, go ahead. Pick something.”

You stared at all the clothes on the bed. James had a lot of random t-shirts and jeans. Very tight looking leather pants stood out the most. You were a bit curious what he could possibly do with those. You ended up putting on the pants, a Zonko’s t-shirt, and a hoodie. James clapped his hands before moving to your desk. He grabbed some white chalk and kneeled down in front of you.

“Question.”

“Answer.”

“Do you want it slutty on top or slutty on the bottom?”

“Um, I don’t really own any bras that make your cleavage nice.”

James nodded as he marked the clothes. “Hot pants it is. I am so happy you have a sewing machine by the way.”

He finished marking the spots on the fabric to cut before closing his eyes so you could take the clothes off and put a towel back around you. James moved to the sewing machine at your desk. You sat on your bed and watched him start cutting fabric.

“Wait. You know how to sew but you can’t mend a hole in a jumper?”

“Knits scare me.”

“When did you even learn to sew?”

“I’m an only child of elderly rich parents. I basically did everything with them when I was little… Here, is the hemming enough on the shorts or do you need the waist altered?”

You laughed as you zipped them up. “You can see cheek!”

“That’s kind of the point,” he said, turning around to check the fit. He looked up at your roommates. “Ladies, do you want outfits? Lily?”

They stuttered through “no, thank you” as they just watched him, making note to definitely ask for an outfit later. You had to admit that James was a good wingman. He finished the outfit after what felt like forever to you but wasn’t very long at all.

Hesitantly, you put on the backless halter top made from the Zonko’s t-shirt and the leg warmers made from the hoodie sleeves. Your roommates made you blush with all the compliments they were throwing out as they found their own outfits.

“You are full of surprises, James Potter,” you said as you searched your trunk for the platform shoes he suggested you wear. “What else can you do?”

“Badminton, fencing, candy making, bowtruckle relocating, charm creating, bartending. Oh, I make an absolutely smashing saffron risotto. The trick is using gillywater instead of elf wine.”

“Interesting.”

James nodded as he took his own clothes into the bathroom to change. His outfit was much more understated, just jeans and a tank top. Over it was a thick corduroy button down that he left open with the sleeves rolled up because you told him you caught Lily staring at him at lunch when he had his uniform sleeves scrunched up past his elbow.

He walked to Ravenclaw with you and your roommates, figuring the rest of the marauders were already there. Before you could walk off to go find Alice somewhere in the sea of bodies, James grabbed your elbow. He leaned down right by your ear just in case someone overheard.

“Don’t forget, save me a dance towards the end of the night.”

“Got it.”

You patted him on the shoulder and went to go find your friend. Alice’s eyes widened when she saw you coming towards her. Heat rose to your face when she wolf-whistled. Your friend placed a bottle of gigglebeer in your hand. You took a swig, face scrunching up at the initial taste before a little laugh escaped you.

“Do you want to dance? I want to dance!”

You started jumping up and down to the music before receiving an actual answer. Another bottle was placed in your hands the moment you finished the first one. Your feet couldn’t handle the jumping in platform shoes anymore so you settled for swaying. You lost sight of Alice after twirling too much. Shrugging your shoulders, you tried to find your roommates or James.

You incessantly tapped on the back of some brunette that was taller than you. The man stopped talking to turn around. Your eyes went wide at seeing Xenophilius’ friend — Xeno was the person he had been speaking to.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else… Have you seen my roommates?” you yelled over the loud music.

Xeno eyed you up and down. You remembered what James said on the way to the party and turned around. While you pretended to look for your roommates, you gave your crush a view of your open back top and your leather shorts that had surely ridden up by now and exposed more cheek. A hand on your shoulder made you turn back around.

“I like your outfit,” Xeno said. Up close, you could see his face was flushed from the alcohol.

“Thank you! James made it for me.”

“Potter?”

“I don’t know any other Jameses.”

“Where is he now?”

You shrugged before pointing to his nearly empty drink. “Are you gonna finish that?”

“No, I’m not really a fan of Phoenix Sours. I’m gonna get a firewhiskey from the table.”

He handed you the drink. You were ready to dance again, happy that the music had picked back up. You grabbed Xeno by the bicep and tried to drag him to the middle of the room.

“Come dance with me!”

“Let me get a drink first.”

“Okay! I’m gonna dance!”

You watched him go to the drinks table but went to the middle of Ravenclaw’s common room. A large smile reached your face when you found the person you were originally looking for.

“Jamie! Oops, sorry, too loud. Jamie,” you said in an exaggerated whisper. “Hi, Lily.”

“Hello, tipsy,” she said. “James, I’ll let you know when the poker circle is finished or whatever we end up doing.”

“Sounds good,” he said before turning his attention on you. “Glad you remembered that dance.”

You both held each other’s free hand and just wiggled around for a little bit. You were on cloud nine from the gigglebeer. James spun you around so his chest was flush against your back. His hand rested on your waist as the two of you swayed and grinded to the rhythm. Checking to see where Xeno was, James angled the two of you to be in the man’s eyeline.

Your eyes were closing until your dance partner suddenly stopped. With a pout, you turned around to find out why. His friends and your roommates were standing there, inviting the two of you to the small circle in the corner of the common room playing a mixture of truth or dare, who’s most likely to, and go fish. Xenophilius’ group was there as well.

“Okay!”

You stumbled before actually making it to the circle. James steadied you. He turned you around to see your eyes half shut.

“Y/N, how much have you had to drink?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled with a shrug. “Like five?”

“Like five?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I love alcohol!”

James laughed. “Is this your first time drinking?”

“How’d you know?”

You shuddered before dropping your head on James’ chest. He began to take off his corduroy button down. You sighed in relief at the warm fabric covering your shoulders, letting your friend move your arms into the sleeves of the shirt.

“Alright, let’s get you someplace to lay down… Hey, guys, I think Y/N is done partying. I’m gonna take her back to Gryffindor.”

The others pouted because James could be the life of the party but said their goodbyes. You wiggled out of his hold to say goodnight to everyone. Your roommates laughed as you gave everyone in the circle a sloppy kiss on the cheek, including Xeno and his friends.

“Goodnight, everyone. I love you.”

“We love you too, Y/N.”

You stumbled once more. James stopped you. The party circle watched him kneel down to undo the straps on your platforms. James put the shoes in your hands, making you promise to hold on to them tightly. You nodded with the utmost seriousness. He turned around, still kneeling.

“Okay, get on.”

Clumsily, you did as he said. “Ooh, Jamie, you’re tall.”

“Yes, bug.”

“Jamie?”

“Yes, bug?”

“You’re very strong.”

He laughed as you left Ravenclaw. “I’d hope so, I am captain of the quidditch team. Plus, I’m the one who carries Moony’s sorry ass back through the castle.”

“Why do you have to carry Remus?”

“Um, he’s a lightweight like you.”

“I’m not a lightweight.”

“Do you know how much alcohol is in gigglebeer?”

“A lot.”

“Not nearly as much as you think. Like I said, lightweight.”

James was certain you fell asleep by the time he reached Gryffindor tower. Your head was slumped on his shoulder and you weren’t babbling anymore. He didn’t think letting you be alone in your room was a smart idea so he took the stairs on the right to go up to his dorm. You woke up when he set you down on the bathroom counter.

“Accio Y/N’s bathroom stuff.”

James started sorting through your stuff and you just looked at him. He organized everything in a row so he could get started helping you. James uncapped the tube of toothpaste to spread it on your toothbrush. You sighed as he ran the toothbrush under the running water of the faucet.

“Jamie, you’re really pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Not as pretty as Xeno.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone’s beating Xeno in your eyes. Open.”

You let him brush your teeth, looking him in the eye the entire time. James was careful as he washed your face. He made sure the foam cleanser didn’t get in your eye and that water from the towel didn’t drip all over you. He held you by the shoulders.

“Can you manage a shower by yourself?”

You took a breath. “No.”

“At least you’re honest,” he muttered. “Do you want my help or do you just want to change? Y/N, understand me. It means you will be naked in front of me.”

You nodded. “Help please.”

“Okay.” He looked at the shower. “You aren’t getting in that without an accident.”

James added the plug to the sink and let the water run until the basin was filled up. He told you, as he soaked a washcloth, that he was gonna help you wash the bottom half first and then the top half. James looked you in the eye, not moving his gaze from anywhere that wasn’t your face. He helped you into a pair of his briefs and his sweatpants before setting you back on the counter.

“What’s so funny?” he asked while passing the washcloth up and down your back.

“Most people stare at my boobs, Mary says they’re really nice.”

“I’m sure they are.” He helped put his quidditch sweatshirt on you. “What did you say?”

“I’m sorry I made you leave the party early,” you said once you popped your head out of the sweatshirt.

“None of that. I didn’t realize you never drank before. I would’ve taken you out to Hog’s Head first to know your limit.”

“But you were going to do something with Lily.”

“It was just a card game with everyone else, nothing even remotely romantic. We’re in the same friend group.”

“Oh, right.”

“You need sleep.”

James made sure you were actually in bed first before he went to take a shower and change. You snuggled into a pillow and listened to his singing. It was actually sweet sounding, very different from what you expected him to sound like.

He was shocked, as he exited the bathroom putting on his glasses, to see you were still up. He held up your wand, telling you he was putting it on his desk at the head of his bed so you could find it in the morning. Your hand shot out from underneath the comforter to grab his wrist.

“Don’t sleep on the floor. The carpet isn’t very soft.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. James set up a pillow barrier between the two of you and bid you goodnight. He set his glasses on the nightstand right next to him that blocked his face from the rest of the room. The two of you let the darkness lull you to sleep.

The other marauders came in a little after midnight. They were going to ask James if he successfully got you to your room but the lights were off and their friend was already asleep. They’d annoy him in the morning.

Peter was the first one up when the sunlight came streaming through the windows. Remus and Sirius were up when he came back into the room carrying a large tray of breakfast foods he convinced the house elves to give him. Remus looked over at where James was still knocked out.

“Should we put something on the nightstand?”

At the agreement of the other two boys, he set a plate down along with a cup of water and a cup of fizzy orange juice. The three marauders all sat on Sirius’ bed, talking and eating. Peter and Remus looked over when Sirius squeaked. You had risen up from your sleep, stretching with an audible pop from one of your elbows. Rubbing your eyes, you just sat up for a moment.

“I hate alcohol.”

With your eyes half-shut you went to go use the bathroom and brush your teeth. James woke up at the sound of the toilet flushing. He sat up, excited to see food on the nightstand. The marauders all locked eyes as you came out of the bathroom.

“Good morning,” you said with a wave.

“This is so weird,” Peter muttered.

“Okay, I’ll say it.” Sirius set down his strip of bacon. “What the fuck is going on between the two of you? First you tell her to show Xeno how hot she is, next thing she’s sleeping in your bed wearing your quidditch stuff.”

You and James looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Improv still wasn’t your strongest suit, even with a fake dating idea. You kind of planned on letting James fabricate the entire story from the start of your relationship to the eventual fake breakup. You flopped over to the bed, laying behind James and burying your face in the pillow.

James was fiddling with his fingers while trying to come up with any answer that wouldn’t derail your entire fake dating plot. There were still two weeks before you two were supposed to become more than friends and another weeks before he publicly asked you to be his girlfriend — there were going to be white roses and a performance featuring the singing toad choir.

“We were going to ask him for a threesome.”

Everyone’s eyes went wide. You pulled James down and threw the comforter over both of your heads. The other three men, still in shock, watched your hand stick out of the bed and pat the nightstand to find his wand. Shortly after, the curtains were pulled around the bed and the silencing charm was cast.

“Did you really just say that?” you asked him.

“I panicked.”

“So we’re dating now?”

“I guess.”

“Our original story doesn’t work anymore. You haven’t seen me doing karaoke at Three Broomsticks with Alice and Dorcas before I dragged you on stage and we sang a duet that had so much tension everyone wouldn’t be surprised if we started dating.”

“Right, right. Never mind then. I’ll figure something out.”

“Like how you said we wanted to invite Xenophilius for a threesome?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I did until just now… Fine. Let’s do this.”

You and James put the curtain back at the ends of the four-post bed. He scratched the back of his head while you decided to grab the plate and eat breakfast.

“We were going to ask Xeno if he wanted to participate in relations with us but Y/N got too drunk so I just let her crash here.”

Peter pursed his lips for a moment before speaking.

“A threesome? But you’re a virgin, isn’t that a bit much for a first time? You haven’t even kissed someone.”

“Well how do you think I was planning on losing it, Wormy?”

Sirius scoffed. “Asking one of us would have been easier.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

“Wait, Y/N are you a virgin?” Peter asked.

You gave James the rest of the bacon in your hand. “Uh, yes.”

“So, both of you as complete virgins were going to ask the most notorious manwhore to pop your cherries together?”

“Having a lot of sex doesn’t make you a manwhore.”

“Frank Longbottom has a lot of sex, Xeno is a manwhore.”

Remus, Sirius, and Peter blinked when suddenly the curtains were pulled around the bed again. They could hear James grunt when you pulled him down before it sounded quiet. You probably casted the silencing charm. For good measure, you pulled the comforter over the two of you again.

“This isn’t working,” you said.

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Lie better.”

“You could try to lie too, you know.”

“I’m not good at improv.”

“And you think I am? We’ve been sticking to the script until now.”

You and James blinked at each other. He wasn’t wrong. James was a little playwright. Every purposeful interaction was written down on scrap paper and scrolls like a script, tucked in the back of his nightstand. This whole thing was his plan in the first place but the two of you needed to work together for it to be successful. You left the comforter once again to meet three sets of eyes that were waiting for an explanation.

You got out of the bed, bouncing on the balls of your feet and wringing out your hands. The three marauders had different expressions on their faces. You puffed up your cheeks before taking a breath. Remus, Peter, and Sirius leaned their backs against the wall to let you know they were ready to listen. James’ mouth dropped open when you ran.

“She stole my slippers,” he said while the others were howling in laughter.

Your roommates jumped when the door suddenly opened.

“Hi,” you said as you grabbed a bunch of stuff before leaving again. “Bye.”

You came back to the marauders’ dorm with your hands full. They watched you set up an easel and a large notepad.

“Why do you even have this?” Remus asked as you flipped to a blank page.

“For pattern making but sometimes I let Charlotte borrow it. She makes portraits of all of us for practice.”

You directed the three boys to sit on James’ bed while you pulled James up. The others were wondering what you were possibly doing because James blocked most of the board. Eventually, the two of you moved to the side.

“James plus Y/N equals question marks?” Sirius asked. “So you’re dating?”

“So you really tried to ask Xeno for a threesome?” Remus asked.

You said yes while James said no.

“Yes and no,” you tried to recover, seeing an out that would allow you to stick to the script. “Yes we asked Xeno for a threesome, no we aren’t dating.”

“Sooo…”

“It was a spur of the moment decision. Everyone makes it such a big deal and we just wanted to get it over with so we thought to just do it with each other.”

“But neither of us know what we’re doing exactly.” James started to catch on. “So we were just going to ask Xeno since he definitely wouldn’t care.”

Instead of writing your detailed dating plan on the next blank sheet, you made up a bunch of shit.

“James wanted to explore his sexuality and I wanted to try a few kinks of sorts… These. So, yeah.”

“Again,” Sirius said. “You could have just asked.”

Remus stood up, placing hands on both of your shoulders. “Just because everyone teases you about being virgins, doesn’t mean you have to have sex. We’ll stop if it makes you feel better but I really don’t think a threesome is the right idea.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” James muttered. “So, who’s feeling Hogsmeade?”

“Me!” you said before grabbing your wand and leaving to go get changed.

“You, especially. You need greasy food in your system or that hangover will be worse.”

As you all walked to Hogsmeade, the rest of the marauders fell a bit behind you and James. You were listening to a quidditch story of his. At some point over the summer, the two of you decided being real friends was important to sell the story. You both couldn’t just laugh at the expected moments before people realized it was a script. It was important to actually hang out.

“So do you think they’ve already slept with each other? We all know the threesome thing is a lie, right?” Remus asked as they watched James tie your shoe for you since you were in a short skirt.

Peter nodded. “Totally a lie. But we would’ve known if they were a thing by now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Prongs writes everything in his diary. The last time he did that was on the train when Lily gave him a thank you card for hosting the summer party. He would most definitely write a five page soliloquy if he finally had sex. Besides, Ja—”

“Lily!” James yelled before leaving you to try and catch up with the redhead. You started walking back to them.

Sirius frowned. “If you were embarrassed about passing out in his bed, you could have just told us not to mention it.”

“I guess we didn’t think of that.”

“Clearly.” Sirius threw his arm around your shoulder. “Come one, let’s go get you some cheesy pasta before you throw up on yourself.”

(part 3)

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