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outofsstyles · 5 years ago

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WILDEST DREAMS

a/n: soo I’ve been working on this for a little while now and I’m very excited to share it with you al!! This piece is inspired by Taylor Swift’s music video for her song Wildest Dreams. If you’ve never seen the video, or don’t remember it really well, I recommend you watch it *after* reading the story so you don’t get it spoiled! If you’re interested then you can watch it by clicking *right here!!*

Word count: 17.2k Rated: M, mature

You agree to help your friend on her film project and Harry is playing your love interest.

“You’ve been frowning a lot and haven’t said a single word in the past five minutes, what’s wrong?” You looked up to your quiet roommate sitting opposite to where you stood near the kitchen counter.

A playlist you both had made months ago, meant only for cooking days, as Nia had instructed, played faintly in the background. You hummed along to the melody of a song you didn’t really know the name of, but had listened to it enough to mumble the lyrics, as you focused on cutting banana slices.

Nia was the one who brought up trying out a new fruit smoothie recipe she had found while scrolling around on Pinterest. She was pretty excited after coming home with the groceries, ready to start the process. Which is why seeing her sitting quietly as she glared at her phone was a big sign that something was wrong.

“I think Jordan is about to pull out on us,” she groaned loudly, locking her phone and throwing it on the counter, running her hands on her face, “I can’t believe this is happening a week before filming starts.”

“Oh, that’s not good news” you said, looking back at your friend’s defeated state in front of you as you threw the banana slices into the blender. “What happened?”

“He said he decided to go with his cousin to Ibiza.” Her arms muffled her voice as she lied on top of them, sighing once again, “this is the third one that leaves, I might as well just cancel the entire thing and fail this class.”

You rolled your eyes lightly at her, shaking your head as you listened to her dramatic reactions. Being her friend for as long as you have, you knew how stressed Nia got with a project, specially something she was passionate about. She was always too hard on herself, trying to push everything to be as perfect as possible, which is a good thing when you focused on the ultimate results. But she often tended to over-stress herself, and that’s what makes you worry.

With this one in particular, you could tell how excited she was from the day her teacher assigned it. She came back home and rambled for hours on end about making her first film. Which is why when she begged you to be part of it, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to say no.

It was a small production after all, it just being Nia and her partner Evan, whom you have known had gotten close to her in the past months. She assured it would a rather simple concept, with only two characters. The trickiest part being the fact that they would film it out of town, in a camp house that belonged to Nia’s aunt. You had agreed to it to make her happy, and with her promise of buying you chocolate muffins. Most uni students, however, didn’t seem as keen to sacrifice a week of their spring break as you were.

“You’re being dramatic Nia,” you reassured, turning on the blender and cringing at the loud noise that took over the place. “Maybe they just read on the script that they would have to kiss me a couple of times and got too nervous about it,” you tried to humor, raising your voice a bit before turning the processor off. Nia looked back at you with a serious expression, making you scoff, “calm down, grumpy pants, I’m sure Evan knows someone who can do the role, stop worrying.”

“All I do is worry, you know that,” she sighed, standing up to walk towards the cabinets behind you. She selected two matching cups that she had gotten for your birthday, one had Elsa printed on it, and the other Anna. You smiled as she placed them on the counter, knowing you always thought matching friendship objects were silly, but Nia loved it, so you loved it too. She looked vaguely at the blender, letting her shoulder weight down. “At least we have a banana smoothie.”

“And something else!” You said, jumping on your feet to get to the fridge and retrieved a tupperware. You held it in her direction and smiled, “leftover spaghetti from Joe’s!” you exclaimed, attempting to brighten her mood. She looked back at you, grabbing the container from your hands, as she tried to fight back a smile.

“Yes, how could I forget the leftover spaghetti?”

As the days passed by, the both of you had gotten more stressed out. Nia was still worried about everything related to her film project. With the days passing by and no one to fill the other role on the script, she found herself on a daily cycle of stress breakdowns.

Just two days after your former cast partner dropped out on the project to spend his week on the busy beaches of Ibiza, she had bought three different boxes of hair dyes. And as you helped her turn her hair into a light shade of pink, she cried about how everything seemed to go wrong in her life.

Meanwhile, you had been struggling to fight your procrastination tendencies and try to finish as much work as possible before spring break. A task that was showing itself to be extremely difficult, considering your mind seemed more focused on binge watching true crime shows on YouTube.

The blank document stared back at you from your computer screen, as you wished that if you looked at it for long enough, the essay would somehow write itself. Writing a couple of words but soon deleting them and going back to an empty page, you signed. Why was it so difficult to introduce a topic? You took a sip of the hot drink on the sparkly Cinderella mug you had chosen for the day, another one of Nia’s Disney-related possessions.

You frowned at the blank document, your failure to write a single paragraph still open in front of you. You heard a light knock on your bedroom door, but before you could even say anything, you spotted the already fading pink hair coming into the room.

Nia walked in jumping excitedly, saying your name in little squeals and almost tripping down as she made her way to sit on your bed in front of you. Breathing out, she looked at you with a big smile and messy hair before blurting out.

“We’ve got you a husband!” you stared back at her, arching your eyebrows. You knew she was referring to the role on the film, but you still laughed off at her choice of phrasing. “Evan got someone, it’s like his old friend or something, said he trusts him not to drop out.”

“Well, fourth time’s a charm, I guess?” you smiled at her.

“We’re planning a pizza night this Friday, so we can, you know, set the details and all that.” She properly lied down next to you, playing with the strings on the hem of your pajama shorts. “Also so you two can meet each other, of course, you’re going to be married for a week after all.”

“The way you say it seems like we’re actually doing it,” You laughed, finally closing your computer, and moving down to face her. “We’re just playing characters, Nia.”

“I know, I know… You’re really no fun, aren’t you?” She moved her arm up to support her head and poked you with her free hand as you rolled your eyes at her. “Also, he seems pretty cute, Evan showed me his picture, maybe you two can hit off.”

“I’m sure he is,” you tried not to fall for her attempt on teasing you over someone you don’t even know. Sure, you’ll be playing love interests, but you’ve done this plenty of times before, back on your theatre days. Kissing someone on stage doesn’t mean you have feelings for them in real life, and you knew that pretty well. You sighed, looking down at her, not wanting to engage into this kind of topic.

“Anyway, should we celebrate your new cast member and my inability to write a single sentence about art history?” you changed the subject, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts. “We could watch Devil Wears Prada and make caramel popcorn.”

Nia gasped dramatically, “these are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard coming from those pretty lips of yours,” jumping to her feet as she pulled you to stand with her. She then ran out of the room, screaming back, “I’ll get the blankets and you start with the popcorn!”

It’s been years since you’ve known Nia, but yet the dynamic between the two of you has never really changed. You’ve always considered yourself very lucky for having a friend like her in your life. From the day you met her in your English class, it was like seeing someone you had already known your entire life; it was always that easy to be with her.

You two became inseparable from day one.

Looking back, it’s crazy for you to realize how well your high school plans with each other had turned out. Most people you know had those friends in school they only really talked to because they saw them five times a week. But as soon as graduation came by they parted their ways and became only good nostalgic memories for one another. With the two of you, everything just worked out.

You both got into the university you wanted, ready to get matching art degrees. On your second year of college, you moved in together. And halfway through the course, Nia just dropped out to enroll on an eighteen months film school. And that’s when she met Nate.

You always knew she was destined to be that kind of person who just has one great love in her life. Which was funny considering that anyone who spent over five minutes with her and Nate in the same room could swear they would never work together. They just were those kinds of couples who are the polar opposite of each other.

Nia was a little social butterfly, who could start a conversation with anyone about anything. She could talk for hours with the old ladies at the grocery store about how the new brands of beans are just not as good as the ones not as well known. Or chat with the yoga moms about a new reality show that had premiered on Netflix. She loved experimenting on new things, trying out new recipes or mix distinct colors together on her clothes.

Nate, on the other hand, just wasn’t much of a talker at all. Since the start of their relationship, he often stops by at your apartment -wearing a different shade of grey every time - but it would be a lot to say that you two have had a conversation for longer than five minutes. He just mostly kept it to himself.

They balanced each other, which is why they worked so well.

It would be a lie for you to say you didn’t think about having something like that for you. You thought maybe you just weren’t the kind of person to have one meaningful relationship in your life. And that was okay. You’d like to think you’re better off on your own, anyway. But now and then you wondered how it would be to fall asleep in someone’s arms every day.

But you tried your best to keep those thoughts locked away in the back of your head. You knew that for the most part love is not really meant to last, Nia was just part of the lucky few.

The atmosphere in your shared apartment was cozy, as you waited for Evan and his friend to arrive before you started the pizza hangout, as Nia called it.

You both had spent the day tidying up the place, trying to decorate it a bit with some fairy lights and nice pillows you found in your room. It had been a long time since you had done any kind of social gathering in your home, and Nia wanted everything to be perfect. She even insisted on making the pizzas herself, which took most part of the afternoon, and a lot of bossing around on her part.

By the time the food was in the oven and the only thing left to do was wait, her boyfriend joined the two of you.

She was very talkative and bubbly, as she usually is, getting the wine bottles she selected for the evening and placing them on the counter as she chatted with him. It was nice seeing her back do being her usual self after such a stressful week.

You got the right amount of glasses, placing them next to the bottles, as you hummed along to the Declan Mckenna’s voice playing in the background. You weren’t really paying attention to Nia’s babbles, catching a word or two as she rambled about some dolphin documentary she had to watch for one of her classes. Pouring out a glass for yourself, you looked over to Nate who had a puzzled look on his face, as he tried to make sense of whatever rant his girlfriend had going on. You took a sip of your wine, and laughed lightly at yourself at the contrast between the two of them, something you had always found very amusing to observe. But before you could go further into your thoughts, the sound of the buzzer took over the small apartment.

“They’re here!” Nia gushed, as she quickly made her way out of the kitchen to get the front door, yelling back at you to get the pizzas out of the oven.

“Yes, ma’am,” you teased after she left, earning a light chuckle from Nate.

Making your way around the kitchen, you took out kitchen gloves that had figures of little chicks printed on them, giving one last check inside the oven to make sure everything was ready, before opening it and taking out the food. You could hear Nia greeting Evan excitedly in the background, as she rushed him and his friend to come inside. As their voices got closer, you turned your back to the entrance, concentrating on not burning yourself while you placed both pizzas on top of the counter.

“There’s our star!” You heard Evan’s loud voice taking over the kitchen space, making you look over your shoulder and laugh at him.

You turned around while taking off the gloves, as he pulled you into a tight hug, the strong scent of his cologne invading your nostrils. He wasn’t much taller than you, making him being considered short for a man. But his presence in a room was always so loud and bright that he seem much bigger than he actually is. You pulled back and looked at him, suddenly feeling underdressed in your own home. His entire outfit was bright red, being consisted of a jean jacket and silk pants, his eyes matching with vibrant eyeshadow taking over his whole eyelids.

“It’s very nice to see you again Evan,” you smiled at him, his hands still holding onto your shoulders as he looked warmly at you. “It’s been too long! You look fabulous!”

“Oh honey, you flatter me too much! It’s why I love coming here,” he scoffed playfully, coming to your side and wrapping one arm over your shoulder as he guided you. “But tonight is not about me, unfortunately. It’s about the two of you.”

As you finally moved your attention to the kitchen entrance, you realized another presence standing there. A man, who you assumed was Evan’s friend, already smirking down at you as both of you approached him.

You suddenly felt nervous under his stare while you could hear Evan commenting on something you didn’t really pay attention to. You had been taken completely by surprise by the man standing in front of you. Sure, Nia had mentioned to you once or twice that he was good looking, but you were not expecting this.

It was a weird feeling, being this affected by someone you had just met, but you would have to be blind not to notice. His face was beautiful, a sharp jawline contrasting his soft skin, his fingers poked at his bottom lip as he smirked, you could notice the hint of a dimple forming on his cheek. His hair was short, but still long enough to see the shape of slight curls forming in it, some locks falling charmingly against his forehead. But what hit you the most were his eyes, thanks to the dim lighting you couldn’t really tell if they were a shade of forest green or more of a hazel tone, but you could feel your cheeks warming up from the way he watched you as you got closer.

His shoulders were broad, as he was leaning against the entrance, the hand that wasn’t poking at his lip resting inside the pocket of his brown pair of trousers. He wore a blank white shirt, partly tucked in, underneath a beige cardigan. The sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, making you notice the tattoos hugging the skin of his arms. You felt a curious wish to know how many more you could find under all the layers of clothing..

As you and Evan got closer, he moved from his leaning position to stand tall in front of you. The smile never leaving his lips, and his eyes still watching you closely.

“So, darling, meet Harry,” Evan spoke up, gesturing you towards his friend. “He’s a pest, but I’m sure you’ll get along just fine”

“Way to give a first impression, E,” Harry rolled his eyes at his friend’s teasing, before turning his attention back to you. He moved closer, embracing you into a side hug “S lovely to meet you-”

You quickly cleared your throat, afraid that your voice would give you away, before saying your name. The attempt didn’t really seem to work, as your words came out higher than you had intended. You could feel Nia’s gaze turning to you on the corner of your eye, but tried your best to ignore it. He repeated it, before shooting a smile in your direction, the sound of his deep voice and the way his lips circled around the words making the hairs behind your neck rise.

“Okay! So how about we move this party to the living room?” Nia’s voice broke into the atmosphere. “Everyone can get their wine glasses and make themselves comfortable while y/n and I finish arranging the pizzas.”

She shot you a knowing look, before moving to get the wine bottles and handing them to Nate. Everyone shifted to get their glasses and settle in the other room, leaving you and Nia alone.

You moved to get the knives and looked at the pizzas standing on the counter in front of you, calculating how you could cut out even slices on each. You could see your friend from the corner of your eye leaning on the counter staring directly at you.

“You know you can’t fool me even for a second, miss,” she teased, you could hear the smirk on her voice.

“I’m not doing anything,” you murmured, still not looking in her direction. She scoffed, elbowing you lightly as she mimicked you, saying your name in a high-pitched voice. You shot her a dirty look before shushing her, afraid the guest in the other room could hear her teasing. “I didn’t sound like that!”

“Oh please! You should have seen how you looked at him!” She rolled her eyes at you, “thought you were gonna drop down on your knees right then and there!”

“Nia!” you screamed in a whisper, your cheeks warming up at her words as you pinched her, making her squeal. You quickly shot a look at the entrance to see if anyone might’ve heard her, but they seemed to be enrolled in their own conversation. “Let’s just get this done quickly before they suspect we’re in here for too long.”

“Okay, cheeky girl,” she bit her lip and moved to get a knife to cut one pizza, but still eyeing you with a slight smile, leaning in one last time, “but I told you he was cute.”

Eventually, the two of you finished sorting out the pizza slices and joined everyone in the living room. Nia then rushed to join her boyfriend on the loveseat, leaving the only spot available for you being between Harry and Evan on the couch. She shot you a teasing smile, but you tried your best to ignore it and focus on finishing the wine glass you had poured for yourself earlier.

“Okay, so I’m going to need everyone to eat the food and tell me how good it is,” Nia pointed out to the center table where the pieces of pizza laid upon, “I’ve spent the entire afternoon on these babies, so eat up!”

“You know that I’ve helped you with them, right?” you added, squinting your eyes at her, “some credit wouldn’t hurt.”

“You only laid the toppings on the dough so they would look even,” she snapped back pointing a finger at you, “I did all the hard work, so shush it.”

But before anyone could move to get a slice, Evan was already stretching out his arms to stop you from moving. “Wait a second,” he spoke, “I feel like I’ve watched enough seasons of MasterChef to be the first one to judge.”

“I mean, you are the best critic I know,” Nia pointed, leaning in to get a slice and offering to Evan, “but again, I don’t really know any other critics.” She humored as he took the food, making a show of analyzing it.

Everyone waited expectantly as Evan bit into the pizza slice, keeping a straight face that didn’t reveal much of his opinions. Nia leaned in his direction, nervously biting her bottom lip as she waited for his final verdict.

“You have to be honest,” she warned, observing him, “but know that I can get my feelings hurt pretty easily.”

“I don’t mind that,” Evan finally said, straightening his posture as he looked back to Nia’s waiting eyes, “I’ll say that it’s not the best pizza I’ve ever had,” he announced, “but it works.”

“You know what, I take it,” everyone laughed lightly as Nia visibly released a breath she had been holding in, “It’s not a bad review for a first time.”

The hours went by quickly as you eased into a conversation with everyone. It was nights like this you missed the most when the stress of all the accumulative work weighted on your shoulders. Having a more of a cool night to hangout with a few friends, drinking some wine and chatting about whatever topic came to mind.

As time passed, you could tell Nia and Evan got more agitated, probably due to the amount of wine they had consumed without even realizing. They chatted excitingly about Midsommar, their voices raising a bit too loud. But every time you tried to shush them, jokingly reminding of the neighbors next door, they would soon forget about it again. You watched them babble, giggling when they would get excited on a certain topic and start to trip over a few words.

You also felt lighter because of the alcohol, not as much as them, but still enough so you could feel your chest warmer and your mind a bit dizzy. You still felt an annoying tingle at the pit of your stomach when you felt Harry’s eyes fixating on you when you spoke, or when your hands brushed as you reached for the bottle at the center table. It was silly, and it made you feel like a teenager being in the presence of an attractive boy for the first time.

When it all quiet down eventually, Nia had dragged Evan to her room so he could give an insight on how she could decorate it. It was something she would do now and then, give her room a big renovation so the change in the space could make her more motivated, or something like that. Sometimes, if she felt inspired enough, she would change around the living area or even your own room - when you allowed her, of course.

Nate was still sitting on the loveseat looking like he was about to fall asleep at any moment as he scrolled through his phone. He hadn’t spoken a lot during the night, which wasn’t unusual for him, but he still managed to chat for a bit.

That left you and Harry alone sitting on the main couch, with one person less it left you enough space to cross your legs, making yourself more comfortable. He was sitting on his side, his back resting on the big pillows by the arm of the couch, his chest turned towards you.

You reached for the wine bottle at the center table, realizing there was just a bit left, enough for a last glass for the two of you. “Wanna help me finish it?” You turned to him with the bottle in your hand. He had a smile resting on his lips, as he raised his glass toward you so you could pour the liquid into it. You could tell his eyes were a bit cloudy, but you knew none of you had had enough to be drunk.

“Thank you, love,” he said, the raspiness on his voice as he spoke the pet name making the hairs in the back of your neck rise. You poured yourself the rest of the wine left, emptying the bottle as you settled it back where you got it. “Should we make a toast?”

“Sure,” you replied easily, smiling at him, “what should we toast for?”

He looked away, puckering his lips slightly as he made a puzzled expression, a hand scratching at his chin as if in deep thought. You giggled at his dramatics before he pointed his finger up, his face turning into a big smile. He raised his glass in your direction, as you did the same. “A toast for being husband and wife?”

You chuckled, clinking your glasses together, “that’s fair,” you said, “ ‘s why we’re here after all, isn’t it?” you joked, taking a sip of your drink before settling it down on your lap.

“Sure is,” he mimicked, rising his glass to his lips, a smirk still adorning them as he managed to not break eye contact. He took a small sip before settling his glass back on the table. He scratched the tip of his nose slightly with the side of his finger, before he relaxed back on the couch. “So” he spoke up, bringing your attention to him, “E told me you’re an actual actress,” he raised his eyebrows at you, “made me a bit nervous, love.”

“That right there is a lie,” you chuckled, biting your lip and shaking your head. “I used to do theatre back in the day, haven’t done any acting for years though.”

“A theatre kid, huh?” He laughed as you rolled your eyes jokingly.

“I’m aware we have a poor reputation, yes,” you said, “I reckon we deserve it, but we weren’t that bad, I promise.”

He giggled, making your heart skip a beat at the sound. His smile was something you could easily get used to, the way it formed crinkles in his eyes and the dimples deep on his cheeks. You had to stop yourself for staring too much, moving your gaze to the glass on your lap.

“People are too harsh on theatre kids,” he reassured, “I think it seems pretty fun — only time I did it was when I played Elvis when I was about five, I think.” He added, resting his arm against the couch, his hand just a few inches away from your shoulders. “Had the time o’my life though.”

“You got main character though, that’s impressive,” you expressed, raising a hand to poke at his side playfully. “Have you done anything since your big debut as the king?”

“Can’t say I have, no,” he chuckled, “guess this is my big comeback, maybe I’ll get a call from broadway soon.”

“I’m sure you will!” You giggled, taking another sip from the glass in your hand.

You found it easy to dive into a conversation with him. You were both giggly from the wine, but it still seemed like you could stay like this for hours on end, just talking to each other.

He told you he wasn’t planning on doing the film, considering he never really thought about acting. But when Evan asked him if he could be part of it, he saw how desperate he was to fill the role, so he agreed. It warmed your heart to hear how fondly he spoke about his friend, telling you how willing he was to help, even if it involved doing something out of his comfort zone.

You two bounded over your mutual wish to become teachers. You found out he was studying Literature, a choice that for him as an easy one, considering throughout his life he had always been an avid reader. He said no matter how harsh thing got, he always found an escape between books, you could tell how passionate he was about it as he spoke about his favorite reads.

Eventually, you could hear voices coming closer from Nia’s room, as they seemed to be gushing about the filming that was starting soon.

As Evan came into the room, he made his way to the couch, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulders. “Honey, as much as I wish we could stay here ‘til dawn, I’m afraid we must get going.”

With his declaration, everyone moved around to gather the dishes splattered across the center table to put it all at the kitchen counter. After some insisting -mostly on Harry’s part- on helping with cleaning, you convinced them you two could handle the task just fine. And they were the guests, after all.

Finally, you said your goodbyes, pulling Evan on a small hug, assuring him you’d do your best to do his script justice.

And as you came to face Harry, he leaned into a hug, giving you a last kiss on the cheek, before telling you how lovely it had been to meet you.

You had woken up with your door opening abruptly, making you jump a bit from the sudden change in the peaceful atmosphere from your deep slumber. Before you could process the situation in hand, Nia was already pulling out the covers and spitting out words at a faster pace than you could comprehend in your mind state.

“Get up already! We are very late,” She urged as you lazily scratched at your eyes before sitting up to look at her. “Evan is going to kill us!” She cried out.

Your head pounded slightly, making you search for your water bottle previously prompted by yourself the night before, knowing you would need it in the morning. You reached for it in your nightstand, taking big gulps as you watched amusingly Nia run around your room picking random clothes and throwing it in a duffel bag you had just noticed.

Resting the bottle down on your lap, you yawned lightly, still in the process of waking up. “Calm down Ni,” you mumbled, “We still have time, we’re only leaving at like, two.”

She looked back at you as if you had just slapped her across the face, your shirt falling partly from her hand. “It’s already one,” she informed, making your eyes bulge as you reached to check on your phone, confirming as it read 1:16pm. “We don’t even have our bags packed AND we got a sink full of dishes to wash.”

The minutes after that were rushed, as you two did your best to get ready as fast as possible. Mentally slapping yourself for leaving everything for the last minute, but still managing to pack your bag in record speed.

But as time passed and the list of things to do was still far from over, Nia phoned Evan and let him know you would need a few more hours to be ready to leave. To say he wasn’t the happiest about the news was an understanding, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.

A couple hours later you were finally packed, and after a quick stop to shop for road trip snacks you were off on the road.

You left much later than planned, and even if it wasn’t that much of a long drive, it was still 3 hours until you got there. The ride itself was mostly quiet, except from Lorde’s Melodrama playing softly in the background. You hummed along to the words, but apart from that there wasn’t a lot of talking between the two of you, all due to the limited amount of sleep you got from the previous night.

As you got closer, the scenery of open grass camps and blooming flowers at the peak of spring was a peaceful change of scene from the busy city streets you were used to. And when you finally got to the house, the sun was almost setting on the horizon. The sky being a satisfying mixture of blue and orange. There was a car already parked in, and as you got closer, you could see two figures sitting on the front stairs.

Getting out of the car, you quickly made your way to where they stood. “Have you been waiting long?” Nia asked as you got closer to them.

“Longer than I was planning to, I’ll say that,” Evan replied, taking off his sunglasses to greet you.

Harry came up from behind him, looking incredibly cozy wearing a knitted cream sweater. It took everything in you not to nuzzle on him as he met you with a quick embrace. You had to focus on keeping your breathing steady as you looked up at him when you parted. The sun coming from behind you doing wonders as it hit his face perfectly. His eyes were the prettiest shade of green as he smiled down at you before moving to greet Nia.

“We’ve been here fo’ ten minutes, don’t listen to him,” he assured with a small laugh.

The house itself was much bigger than you expected, it wasn’t huge, by any means, but you had pictured a small cottage with barely any space for the four of you. The place, however, was big enough for you to have your privacy but still small enough to feel cozy and welcoming.

You quickly found there were three rooms, and despite you arguing you didn’t mind sharing one with Nia, considering you two lived together, she still insisted that you and Harry had your own bedrooms. It was her way of thanking you for agreeing to help them.

After you got established in your respective room, you met everyone down at the kitchen. The place was loud with chatter as they played around while making dinner. Nia seemed to boss the boys around to cut the vegetables properly, as she concentrated on figuring out how to work the old stove. They laughed lightly as she cussed under her breath in frustration after another failed attempt. You watched quietly for a moment, before joining in to help her.

You finally turned the stove on with the help of a few matches you found laying on the counter, being able to cook with no more trouble. It was already getting late when you finished eating and gathered the dishes to lay them on the sink. Still, Nia insisted on watching one of the movies she had carefully selected on her extended collections of DvDs to bring with her.

You decided to make yourself some tea while the rest of them moved around to arrange themselves for the movie night. After offering if anyone else wanted a cup as well, you were met with Harry’s warm smile as he accepted shyly.

Soon enough everyone settled down on the big couch to watch the movie. Evan took his place on one of the armchairs, while Harry opted to sit by the end of the couch, setting his legs on the footrest in front of him. As you walked in with your mugs, he gazed up at you, shooting a soft smile and muttering a quick ‘thank you’ as you handed him his drink.

He patted the spot next to him, indicating for you to sit, to which you happily obliged.

“Wanna share?” he asked, holding up a blanket that lied at the arm of the couch. “There’s jus’ three of ‘em.”

“Sure,” you replied, moving to pull the blanket, so it was covering the two of you. You knew very well you could always get an extra one from one of the bedrooms, but you would never bring yourself to suggest it.

Finally, Nia entered the room with a small pack of m&m’s on one of her hands and the DvD case for ‘Love Actually’ on the other. She was quick to insert it on the player before settling down next to you. Pulling out the leftover blanket for herself, she lied down to rest her head comfortably on top of your legs.

It didn’t take long until she fell in deep slumber, cuddling up on your lap as soft snores left her lips. You pouted slightly down at her. The poor thing was exhausted from driving all the way, and the bad night of sleep the day before.

As the movie progressed, you could feel your eyelids getting heavier as well, the words coming from Keira Knightley’s mouth becoming more of a background noise as you fought to keep yourself awake. But before you could doze off, you felt Harry shifting slightly next to you. Suddenly feeling his arm hugging your shoulders, as he gently pulled you closer.

You moved your head to look at him but before you could say anything he shushed you softly and pulled you back in. “ ‘S fine, love,” he whispered, “can see that you’re tired.”

And with a half-woken mind and heavy eyelids you laid back on his shoulder and allowed yourself to snooze.

You woke up with him shifting again from under you, opening your eyes slowly to find the end credits rolling up the screen in front of you. You yawned lightly before sitting up, being careful not to wake a still-very-much-asleep Nia on your lap.

“Sorry,” you heard Harry say as you scratched at your eyes, “didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fine,” you assured, your voice a bit raspy from your nap, “would have to happen, eventually.” You looked down at the unconscious girl lying on you, knowing you had to get her to bed so she could sleep properly. “We should wake her.”

“Want me to carry her to her room?” he asked.

“I think she’ll be okay,” you replied, gently calling her name so she could slowly wake up.

Surely, it didn’t take a lot of coaxing to get her eyelid to flutter open, as she lazily rose from her sleep.

You helped her to her room, afraid she’d trip down the stair in her hazy state of mind, still half asleep as she dragged her feet across the floor.

As soon as she laid down in her bed, you made your way back to the kitchen to fix yourself a glass of water so you could go to sleep.

It surprised you to find Harry still awake as you entered the space; he looked up at you from his position leaning on the counter with his phone in his hand. Quickly placing it in his back pocket as he saw you coming in, giving you a slight smile. “Thought you’d gone to bed.”

You reached for the cabinet Nia had pointed you to earlier where the cups were placed, picking one with little thought and closing it. “Just came here for a glass of water,” you spoke, moving the cup under the tap, “always have one next to my bed, y’know, in case I get thirsty and stuff.” You shook your head slightly, not wanting to ramble about the benefits of staying hydrated during the night just to make a conversation.

“Smart girl,” he joked, causing you to chuckle as you felt blush creeping out on your cheeks. You could see him coming closer to stand next to you from the corner of your eye, which didn’t help the tingly feeling forming at the pit of your stomach. “Excited fo’ tomorrow?” he asked, crossing his arms on top of the counter as he leaned next to you.

“Guess I am,” you answered, looking up at him and finding he was closer than you had realized. You smiled nervously as you met his eyes gazing down at you, before clearing your throat lightly. “What about you?”

“To be honest ‘m a bit nervous, love,” he confessed.

“Why’s that?”

“I mean,” he started, his eyes still fixed on you, “ ‘s not every day I get to pretend ‘m married to a pretty girl like you.”

You could feel your heart skip a beat as he reached one of his hands to move a strand of your hair behind your ear. He kept his hand on your cheek just as his eyes seemed to gaze down at your lips, so subtly that it felt like you might’ve imagined it.

The silence in the room was loud as you could almost hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, as he leaned down just barely, getting closer to you. He looked down one more time at your lips, this time making sure you realized the unspoken question behind that action. You suddenly felt water pouring through your fingers, as the forgotten cup in your hand overflowed. This caused you to jump back a bit, quickly turning the tap off and resting the glass on the counter.

“Oh my god,” you squeak, reaching out for a towel right next to the sink to dry your hand. “I’m sorry, that was-” you chuckled, glancing at Harry who seemed to watch you with an amused expression. “That was awkward, sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” He assured, picking the full glass and moving it in the counter so it was out of your reach. “ ‘t was actually quite cute,” he moved closer to you again, reaching his hand to hold at your jawline.

You held back your breath as you felt his own hitting the top of your upper lip, your noses brushing slightly.

“Been wanting to do this fo’ a bit now, love,” he spoke a bit above a whisper, his deep voice sending chills down your spine and making you grab at his sweater, ”would you let me?” his thumb caressed your cheek lovingly, “would you let me kiss you?”

You could feel your heart beating strongly against your rib cages, swallowing hard as you looked up at him. He was watching you closely, his dark emerald irises gazing down at you as your lips barely brushed. You nodded at him, trying to pull him closer.

“Use your words, darling,” he insisted, not budging from his position. “Wanna hear you say it.”

“Please, Harry I-” you moved your hand to grasp on his waist, “just —kiss me.”

Giving a satisfied hum, he finally leaned down, closing the space between the two of you. His hand remained stroking your cheek softly, as the other sneaked under your neck.

He moved his lips ever so slightly, his cupid bow founding its way above your inner lip, sucking on it gently. The kiss was teasingly slow, making you hyper aware of all of your senses. Your hands feeling the soft fabric of his sweater, grabbing at it as if asking for more.

He moved the hand on your neck, pulling gently at your hair, making you angle your head up a bit. As his tongue poked to lick at your bottom lip, you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss.

You stayed like this for a while, pressed against the kitchen wall as you enjoyed the taste of each other.

When you pulled back, he splattered a few kisses along your cheek, giving one last peck on your mouth before pulling back.

“As much as I don’t want to end this now,” he muttered, moving his hand, so they were both holding your cheeks, “We should get some sleep fo’ tomorrow.”

“We should,” you agreed.

“We’ll get the chance to do this again,” he said, making you bite down a smile at the innuendo behind his words.

He gave you one last kiss before pulling away completely, reaching for the glass of water you had already forgotten about on the counter and handing it to you.

You walked back to your rooms without saying a word, but still sharing glances and smiles along the way. And as you got to your respective rooms, you whispered quiet good nights before parting ways and closing the door behind you.

The days that followed were rushed, considering the filming had officially started. You two barely had the chance to be alone again, which was disappointing. But still you couldn’t find yourself time to miss the feel of having his soft lips against yours, considering the scenes you had with each other. What you did miss was being able to kiss him without it being written in a piece of paper, or having someone from outside tell you to. You missed the intimacy of feeling his tongue meet your own and having his hands pulling you close as you both craved for more. You missed the shared secret between just the two of you, that was knowing how it felt to have him all to yourself.

It was discomforting, earning for someone you barely even know. Jumping into a feeling you know there’s no way can end well. You both were playing characters. Lovers, yes, but it was all pretend. It didn’t help that he was so good at it. In front of the cameras he would be so loving that you often wondered how much of it was just part of the act.

It was subtle things that made you think of it, like a glance across the room between takes. Him leaning close to you every time they called you to watch back something you had just recorded. Or when he sucked in your lip during a scene, so softly you could barely notice but still made your heart skip a beat.

But as much as it was nice to pretend that you two had some shared secret, you knew that the most likely scenario was that he was just doing his work and being friendly. So you tried your best to convince yourself that all of it was just your mind playing tricks, this way you could prevent yourself from inevitably getting hurt. That encounter in the kitchen was most likely his way of making things less awkward to when you inevitably would have to do it in front of a camera. That was it, nothing more.

It seemed to have worked pretty well, you two had the chemistry Evan hoped for when he wrote his script. Nia kept teasing you with every given opportunity. You didn’t tell her about the late night kitchen situation, but you knew she could sense the ‘chemistry’ was not simply because you two were just that good at acting. No one was complaining though, considering everything was going so smoothly they suspected it could be wrapped up even earlier than expected.

Every time they would mention the possibility, you found yourself wishing deep down something would set you back on the schedule. You felt bad for it, and you never voice your inner thoughts, but you knew wrapping up early meant going home early, and you were getting a bit too comfortable getting to act all loved up on camera.

As if some kind of outer force had listened to your wishes, just as you were halfway throughout the week, mother nature seemed to be your biggest ally.

You had just woken up with the annoying tune of your alarm clock, one you had chosen for finding it soothing at first. But you soon found that those sounds are not meant to feel soothing at all, as it woke you from your deep slumber. You were quick to turn it off before rubbing your eyes softly and enjoying the warmth of your bed for a few more minutes. You could hear the gentle sounds of raindrops hitting your window, but barely paid any attention to it as you rose lazily, stretching your arms above your head.

Making your way down the stairs you first noticed Evan standing by the big window in the living room, looking out with a hand resting on his hip and the other one holding a mug. Behind him, in one of the armchairs, sat Harry, also drinking out of a mug as he read a book quietly. But as if he felt your presence as you got to the bottom of the staircase, he looked up, smiling at you as you made your way into the room.

“G’morning,” he spoke, alerting the man by the window of your presence as he turned around to look at you.

“Good morning,” you said back, before realizing the worried expression on Evan’s face, “is everything okay?”

“A disaster just happened, honey, look out the windows!” he snapped, gesturing behind him where you could see the rain hitting the glass. The sky was dark with clouds, suggesting it was just the beginning of the storm that was to come. You looked back with a puzzled expression, knowing the weather was not the best, but as far as you remembered you had already shot all the scenes you needed outside. Evan rolled his eyes, “our natural light is gone, honey, it’s too dark to shoot!” he barked.

“Hey, no need to yell at her like tha’,” Harry looked back at his friend, attempting to calm him down, “ ‘s fine, we were early on schedule anyway, one day is not gonna delay it.”

He shot a look at Harry, his hand finding its way back on his waist as he let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, this is just incredibly frustrating.”

You smiled at him to assure it was fine, knowing how much stress he was putting on because of this project. “Doesn’t Nia have one of those light things you were using the other day to make the scene brighter?” You suggested.

Evan sighed, “that’s a reflector, it just— well, reflects the light, we would need the sun for it to work, and seems like she’s not showing her face anytime soon,” he weightened his shoulders down, clearly feeling defeated. “I guess today is our off day — we should use it to pray for sunlight tomorrow, otherwise I’m pulling my hair off.”

When Nia woke up, you could tell she was not happy at all with the news that filming had to be cancelled for the time being. She spent the whole breakfast whining and crying about the poor weather. You tried your best to console her, but knowing your friend you knew her dramatics showed off when she worried about something. She tended to overthink every scenario that could go wrong, which did nothing to help the pressure she put on herself.

The day went on as eventless as it possibly could, the rain outside just seeming to get angrier as time passed by. You did your best to distract Nia from her own head, asking her about the recent documentaries she had watched, knowing she could go on tangents for hours. You talked about crime shows you have started before filming and shared different theories you had on them. You even listened to her deep analysis of trashy reality shows she loved to watch and always tried to drag you to get into it.

You talked and talked with no end, considering there wasn’t much else to do. Nia’s aunt hated computers and refused to install any kind of wifi, leaving you with a shitty connection that barely loaded a five-minute video.

As the evening came by, and the raindrops still hit angrily at the windows, you decided to watch another movie — this time it was Evan’s choice of Freaky Friday.

You volunteered to grab the blankets from the cabinets on the second floor, while Nia excitedly announced she would make popcorn for everyone.

Quickly moving along the hallway, you made your way in front of the doors and opened them. You could hear footsteps coming up the stairs as you tiptoed to reach the top shelf where the soft blanket you had used the first night lied on top of.

“Need help?” You heard a voice approach, looking over your shoulder to find Harry walking towards you with an amused expression on his face. You nodded, chuckling as you quickly stepped out of the way to allow him to take your place. He reached up, easily retrieving the blanket and giving it to you.

“Thank you,” you muttered, looking up at him for a moment.

“No problem, darlin’,” he said, fetching two other blankets before closing one door with a swing of his hip. You closed the other one with a small giggle. You started to quietly move along towards the staircase when he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him. He kept his gaze down before speaking softly, “After the movie, think I’ll go back to my room a bit early,” he looked at you for a moment, “ ‘f you want to join me.”

You stopped walking to look at him arching your eyebrows surprised, not expecting this kind of proposal at this moment. He stopped a step ahead of you, staring back with nervous eyes and shooting you a shy smile. “I’m not saying we have to do anything, I just-” he spluttered, “just wanted to be with you, without the camera and stuff.”

You smiled at him, “of course,” you voiced, “sounds nice.”

Shortly, you found yourself in the same position as the first day. Sharing a blanket with Harry, but this time Nia was wide awake next to you with a bucket of popcorn plopped on her lap. Some people would consider her to be the worst kind of person to watch movies with, considering she would always get too excited and comment on every scene she could. You had gotten so used to it with time, that it felt weird watching a movie without her voice interrupting a scene every five minutes.

It got hard to concentrate on this one in particular, and not because of Nia’s speaking over the lines, but the sudden feeling of Harry’s hand resting on your knee halfway through it. Your legs were crossed on top of the couch, making part of it rest slightly on top of his as he eased his thumb over your skin.

As time passed, he moved his hand up a bit, finding its final place on your inner thigh, causing goosebumps to arise on the back of your neck as he caressed it softly. You caught yourself holding your breath multiple times, something he was also probably aware of, considering the position of his arm on the side of your chest.

The tension between you two was almost palpable as the end credits rolled up. At that point you had prompted yourself to lean your head on his shoulders. He grasped your skin slightly before removing his hand and motioning his position to get up, making you pull back from him.

“‘m going back to my room now,” he announced as he got up, shooting you a knowing look, “g’night.”

You stayed back for a few minutes so as not to look too suspicious, folding up the blanket you had used and scrolling through your phone for a bit. Not long after you excused yourself, climbing the stairs two steps at a time.

You found him in the hallway, leaning in on the wall right next to his door as he looked down on his phone. As he felt your presence he gazed up, grinning softly before bringing his finger above his lips as to warn you to stay quiet.

The two rushed inside his room, trying to be as quiet as possible, considering your friends downstairs could come up at any second. He closed the door behind him, looking right at you as he leaned back. His room was similar to yours, the difference being a few more clothes lying on top of the small couch standing at the corner. The curtains hanging on the big windows were pushed open, allowing the moonlight from the now-clear sky to illuminate the place.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you stared back at him, meeting his dark irises. He started stepping closer to you until he could lean his forehead against yours. His hands found their way caressing your jawline, one of them going as far as to pulling lightly on the hair above your neck. You held your breath, gazing up at him as you waited for his next move.

He smiled lazily, brushing his nose against your softly before placing a peck to the corner of your lips. He was teasing you, his hand leaving your hair to find its way down your body, paying special attention to the side of your breast before placing itself holding your waist.

You swallowed dryly, feeling your heart speed up as you pulled him closer, wanting desperately to close the space between the two of you. Too scared that your voice would give out your desperation, you moved one of your hands to the back of his neck and pulled him in. He didn’t think twice before finally closing the space and allowing you to feel his lips against yours.

The kiss started slow, both of you still trying to figure it out how it was to taste each other like this. His lips were soft, moving teasingly as he sucked on your bottom lip. Your hand pulled his hair gently, causing him to whine into mouth, licking at your tongue as he deepened the kiss. The hand on your waist moved up, caressing the side of your breast softly as he tried to pull you in as close as possible.

He started easing you backwards, considering neither of you were willing to break the kiss to watch where you were going. You felt the mattress of his bed hitting the back of your knees. You allowed him to lay you into the bed, parting for a moment so you could move upwards, laying your head on the pillows. Shortly enough he joined you, placing his elbows on both sides of your head, not wasting any time before closing the space between your mouths again.

The two of you stayed like this for a while. Slowly kissing each other, as your arm found its way back behind his neck and one of his hand caressed your cheek. You could get used to this, with him being the only thing you could sense. His taste. His touch. His scent.

He was all you could think about.

When you finally pulled back, you could see his red, puffy lips even with the limited amount of lighting going into the room.

He looked into your eyes for a moment, “you look so pretty like this, darling,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper, sending chills down your spine. “Could eat you up.”

A small whimper left your mouth, as he dove back in to spread kissed along your cheek and down your throat. You bit hard into your lip and swallowed back a moan as he sucked in a spot right below your jawline. You could feel him grinding his hips down on your tights, making you aware of the growing bulge inside his sweats.

You placed your hand on his shoulders, pushing him gently and disconnecting him from your neck. He pulled back, looking back at you with a puzzled look. You kept pushing him until his shoulders hit the mattress, reverting the previous position you both were in, as you stranded his waist.

Looking down at him, you wanted so badly to discover his body, to make him feel good. So you took the same position he had on you. Placing your lips against his neck and running your tongue against it, sucking in his skin. You kept doing it as your hand smoothed down his body, finding the hem of his shirt and lifting it enough so you could scratch at his love handles. He gave you a small moan, a sound so delicious to hear you that made you want to swallow him whole.

Both his hands found their place on your waist, pressing you down so you could feel his need between your tights. You quickly pulled your head from his neck, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

“Please, love, just-” he grunted, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Just do something, please, I-“

His hands gripped tightly on your waist as you rolled your hips against him. Neither of you could contain your moans as you repeated the movement, even fully clothed his bulge rubbed deliciously against the place you needed it the most.

You leaned down again, this time pushing his shirt up as you made your way down his body, splattering open-mouthed kisses along his warm chest. You paid a special mind to the tattoos you met along the way, sucking spots over the wings of a butterfly inked on his stomach. As you licked along the leaves of the ferns that adorned his love handles, you felt one of his hands tangling in your hair, his hips rising slightly as he whimpered.

“A bit impatient, you are,” you spoke, feeling his belly tighten as you placed a playful bite under his belly button, causing another moan to leave his lips.

“Darlin’, please,” he whined, “Just- fuck, just need you right now.”

You decided not to tease him for too long, considering you needed it just as much as he did. Finally, you moved down once more to place a kiss above the hard on over his pants. He lifted his head, watching your every move as his hand that was placed on your hair pushed some strands away from your forehead. You wrapped your hand around the hem of his sweats, rising your eyebrows at him as you felt he wasn’t wearing any underpants. The thought of having such easy access to him making you press your thighs together, feeling your wetness already damping your underwear

Slowly, you bit your bottom lip, keeping your gaze focused on him as you moved his sweats down, he raised his hips as to help you out. Once his cock was fully out, you stared back down at it lying proudly against his stomach. You ran your fingers gently along his length, causing him to hold his breath, his abdomen tightening once more. He was definitely bigger than anyone you had ever been with, causing your mouth to water a bit and your thighs to press together once again at the thought of fully having him.

You could feel him peering down at you as you wrapped your hands around the base and applied the smallest amount of pressure. The precum was already escaping from the tip and sliding down the tiniest bit.

Moving your head forward you looked back at his waiting eyes, spitting on top of the head as you moved your hand up caressing it. This time he gave you an actual moan, throwing his head back at the pillows behind him.

Looking down at him, you didn’t know where to place your lips first, wanting to bite and lick every part of his body. Finally deciding on sucking a spot on his thigh, right next to where rested an ink of a tiger head.

You kept the movement of your hand, twisting it and applying more pressure eventually as you watched him shift around under you. He raised his hips slightly as he pleaded under his breath for more, his hand firmly on top of your head as the other was thrown above his own.

You moved your thumb to run across his slit, caressing the head with a flick of your wrist as you moved your mouth to place kisses at the base. At this point he became a moaning mess, throwing his arm over his mouth as to muffle the sounds while you licked up his shaft.

“God- fuck- such a good girl,” he moaned on his arm, moving it out of the way so he could look down at you. “Doing so good, you feel so good- shit.”

Smiling at him, you jerked him off a couple of times before resting your hand at the base so you could replace it with your mouth.

You licked around his head, giving it a small kiss before you moved down as far as you could go. He cried out, tightening his grip on your hair and moving his hips up to meet your movements as you sucked on him.

He was desperate to reach his climax, and you were desperate to see him cum undone under your touch. So you started speeding up, your mouth licking at his veins, your hand helping you as you moved it along his dick. He was cursing and moaning over you, pleading for you not to stop. You kept moving your hand as you licked at his head once more before detaching so you could look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Almost there?” you asked, having him nod frantically at you, “will you let me have a taste?”

That seemed to do it for him, as he pushed your head back down, making you attach your lips to his head as you felt him shoot his load inside your mouth. You milked him as he came down from his high, feeling his softness on your lips as you swallowed down.

You sat up and looked down at his hazy eyes while he calmed down with heavy breaths. He adjusted his sweats quickly before moving himself up to pull you in for a frantic kiss. “God, darling, you’re a dream,” he spoke between kisses, his hands gripping at your waist as he positioned you to lie on top of him, moving one of them under your shirt, pulling it up slowly.

You quickly placed your hand on top of his stopping him from going further as you detached from him. He furrowed his brows at you. “I should go back to my room,” you said, “got an early day tomorrow.”

He gave you a puzzled look, “but you still haven’t- “

“it’s okay,” you interrupted, moving to get up from his bed, suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Good night!”

You left his room before he could protest, wanting to slap yourself from running away like this.

The next morning was thankfully much brighter than the one before, with sunlight shining through the windows at the earliest hours. You didn’t get a lot of sleep, tossing and turning around, replaying the previous night in your head. The thought of what could’ve happened if you had stayed imprinted itself in your mind. You started to overthink it. What did he even think of you? After running away like that?

Your thoughts consumed you as you sat in of the stools in the kitchen by yourself, for the first time being the first to be awake. Your coffee running cold by the minute, as you frowned to yourself, taking a sip every so often.

It didn’t take long until you didn’t find yourself alone anymore, having Evan join you as he happily cheered about the nice weather. You nodded along to him, not really in the mood for talking as you anxiously poked at your nails.

It was when you walked towards the sink to wash your used mug that you saw Harry walking into the kitchen. His hair messy and his eyes sleepy, making you annoyed at how charming he managed to look even after just getting out of bed.

He greeted you with a raspiness to his voice, his eyes lingering on you a moment too long as he smirked before moving to the cabinets. He stood next to you while you washed the dishes, grabbing himself a bowl while he worked on his breakfast.

Yours arms would brush every so often as you moved while doing your tasks, making you gaze at him. He kept a grin sitting on his face as he casually made a conversation with Evan, his dimple poking out the smallest bit, but still not looking back at you.

As soon as you were finished you left for your bedroom so you could get ready for the day, but not before sparing one last glance at Harry. This time his eyes were already trained on you as he chewed slowly his fruit salad. You felt your cheeks getting a bit warm from the eye contact, making you look down and leave the room with a speeding heart.

The work started early, as you ran around to keep up with the schedule after losing one day of productivity.

Harry seemed to be in it for teasing you. His touches lingered longer than needed. His kisses were harsher, the need behind them being almost palpable. His gaze on you told you something you couldn’t really tell exactly what it was. Lust? Desire? You weren’t entirely sure, but every time you caught him watching you felt a warmth take over your face.

In one occasion, between takes, as Nia and Evan discussed the best position for the camera considering her broken tripod. You stood awkwardly waiting for their instructions as you played with the hem of your dress. You could feel him staring closely, looking up to find him with the same smirk he gave you in the morning. He looked quickly over your friends who were still trying to figure out the problem before leaning up close to you “Still haven’t let me have a taste, love,” he said quiet enough to that just you could hear, the words sending a chill down your spine and making your core twitch as you glanced back at him.

That same night, after you announced you’d tuck yourself in, just as you changed into your pajama shorts, you heard a soft knock on your door. You opened up to see his darkened irises staring back at you as he quietly let himself in. And within a few minutes he found his place between your legs, your hand gripping tightly at his curls as you moaned into your pillow.

The following day wasn’t much different, starting with a tight filming schedule that was coming to a close end. An exchanging of glances across the room and yearning touches with underlying motives behind them. Ending with you lurking into his room at the dark hours of the night, craving-filled touched and muffled moans.

The wrap up of the film was welcomed with a bittersweet feeling settling itself in the pit of your stomach. Knowing as much as you were glad everything had gone as smoothly as possible during this week, it was time to leave it all behind.

You were nervous about how it would be with Harry after you got home. Was this the start of something that could potentially become a warm and beautiful feeling? Or was it just a lust-filled affair that would end as quickly as it had started? It made you anxious to think about it, not wanting to let go of it just yet.

Nia walked into the living room with two champagne bottles that had been brought up for this exact moment. The atmosphere was filled with chatter as everyone celebrated the end of the hard work.

You were dressed in the fanciest clothes you had brought on your rushed-packed bag, which consisted itself in a black blouse and a loose pair of pants you stole from Nia’s wardrobe a couple weeks prior. But you once again could not compete with Evan’s sense of style, as he seemed right out of a cover with a hot pink turtleneck under a sparkly black dress that hung all the way to his feet.

But you still couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

You watched as he laughed along at something that had been said, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before fixing on Nia as she offered to serve him the champagne she had just opened.

He looked so good.

Like you, he didn’t opt for a very glam look, wearing a simple graphic white tee with a rainbow printed on it, and a simple pair of checked trousers. But as plain as someone could argue it was, he still managed to look incredibly inviting, which made it harder for you not to latch yourself onto him.

You were coming into your sixth or seventh glass when it all died down. Your head was fuzzy, and you felt giggly as you cheered along with everyone about the successful week you had. Nia had already gone back to her room. She didn’t drink as much considering she would have to drive early in the morning, wanting to leave most of the celebration for the premiere day.

The glances stolen between you and Harry were getting more frequent, the longing in each other's eyes visible with the effect of the alcohol.

He had you pressed up against your bedroom door as he sucked in your bottom lip harshly. His hands gripped at your waist tightly, putting his weight against you.

You wrapped your hand around his neck as the other pulled at his shirt desperately with the need of having him close. You felt overwhelmed by him in the nicest way. Having his hips pressing against your own, making you open your tights slightly as you felt his arousal straining on his trousers.

You whimpered into his mouth at the feeling, suddenly needing him as close as possible. You could tell his desperation matched your own by the way his hand pressed on the side of your body and his mouth moved against you. His groans getting lost in your throat every time you tangled your fingers on his roots, pulling at it.

“You’re gonna kill me like this, baby,” he breathed out, his lips moving against your wanting ones, “so fuckin’beautiful.”

You tried to keep your shaky hands steady as they travelled down his chest, scratching as his tummy lightly under his shirt before you began pulling it up. He detached from you to quickly reach over his shoulders and pull it off completely. He didn’t waste any time bringing his hand to unbutton your blouse, peppering kisses along your lips as he moved it down your shoulders, only to be met with your bare breasts underneath.

“Fuck me,” he groaned staring down at you, attaching your lips once again as he pulled you from the door as he fiddled with the zipper of your pants. You stumbled on each other's arms across the floor until you were met with the plush feeling of the bedcovers on the back of your thighs.

You stepped out of your pants as they got loose around your waist and fell damply to the floor, allowing Harry to push you gently into the mattress. He quickly got rid of his own trousers, wasting no time before towering above you, connecting your mouths once again.

It was like no matter how close you were, it still wasn’t good enough to satisfy the craving you had. You still wanted more. Needed more.

He was fully licking into you, his hands gripping your tights as he rolled his hips to meet yours. You moaned in unison at the feeling of your arousals meeting deliciously as he repeated the movement once more before parting your mouths so he could spread kisses along your neck.

“Harry,” you breathed out his name, dragging your nails along his back as you moved your hips up eagerly.

He moved his head from your neck o hover above yours, licking his lips teasingly as he looked down at you with dark eyes. He moved one of his hands to caress your cheek lovingly, as the other found your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple. “Can I have a taste, baby?” he leaned his forehead against your, not breaking eye contact, “just a fo’a bit, then you can have me.”

You nodded frantically, brushing your nose against his. He gave you one last peck on the lips before moving down again to lick down at your skin. He pressed open-mouthed kisses at your chest, sucking harshly between your breasts. His tongue moved along your belly, craving his finger into it playfully like you had done to him, making you squeal above him.

He finally settled down between your thighs, his hand gripping at them to keep it apart before moving teasingly slow to the hem of your underwear. Your breath got caught in your throat as you moved up to lean on your elbows, gazing at him, hyper-aware of his every move.

He looked up, grinning like a devil, before moving his face down to nose gently at your mound. Pulling away, he pressed his hands on your sides, sliding your underwear off your legs as you helped him, raising your hips slightly.

You whimpered as you felt him kiss along your inner thigh, meeting your middle as licked you once. Your hips raised impatiently, making him smirk at you again before completely diving in.

You got lost in the pleasure as he licked his tongue into you, letting yourself fall back in the cushions behind your head. Your hand moved to grip at his hair tightly as he sucked in your clit, making you yelp and call out his name. His mouth was warm as his saliva mixed with your own wetness every time he licked into you.

Feeling your arousal pooling on your folds, you desperately needed to feel him as close as possible. Wanting every inch of him against you.

You pushed him from you, grabbing at his shoulder so he could move up to face you again. He didn’t protest, spattering quick kisses along the way before pressing his mouth against yours. The taste of champagne still lingering on your tongue mixed with your own taste on his as he licked into your mouth.

“y’taste so good, baby,” he groaned, parting from you as he moved to remove his briefs. The limited amount of light illuminated his face beautifully, making you able to notice the glistening of your juices down his chin. You felt your core twitch at the scene above you, desperate to have him fill you up.

“Please,” you urged him, grabbing at his hips to pull him down.

“Can I have you, darlin’?” His voice was raspy, as he looks down at you with hooded eyes, “‘d you let me?”

Your arousal blurred your mind, your grip on his waist tightened as you raised your hips impatiently, nodding along to his question.

“Have to hear you say it, love,” he spoke, leaning down to place kisses along your neck, “just say it, and you’ll have me.”

“You can have me, please, I-” you moaned desperately, babbling words without thinking, “I need you, please.”

He raised his head from your shoulders, giving you a quick peck before reaching down to guide his length between your folds. Your belly tensed as he rubbed his head against your clit, holding back your breath as he finally slid in you.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he choked, pushing his hips all the way, allowing you to feel every inch of him fill you up. You breathed out a moan, reaching your hand on his back. “‘s this all fo’ me?”

You whined out a ‘yes’, rolling your hips as a way of urging him to move.

His movements began slow, his cock rubbing heavenly against your walls, making you clench around him. You both moaned and whimpered as your lips brushed.

“Can feel me deep?” He asked, resting his forehead against yours as he pushed his dick all the way in. You nodded, yearning for him to start moving again. “Can feel me in y’belly?”

“H, please,” you begged, gripping your nails on his shoulder blades.”Want you.”

“y’have me,” he kissed you hard before moving again, rolling his hips as he picked up the pace.

The air around you was hot as you threw your head back with the delicious feeling of him hitting the spot inside of you. He was addicting. The salty taste of his skin. The touch of his hands gripping on your sides. The smell of his cologne faintly mixed with sweat. The sound of his skin meeting yours. It made you earn for him in every possible way.

You felt your wetness dripping out of you as he pulled your leg up to your chest, allowing him to effectively hit deeper spots. The new position made a cramp start to creep up on your thight, but you ignored it to focus on the way his hips met yours.

Time seemed to pass like a blur as you pleasured each other, but soon enough you felt your orgasm building up. His thrusts became more frequent and smooth as he felt you clench more around him.

“that’s it, baby - fuck,” he grunted, moving his hand down to flicker your clit, causing to arch your back, moaning loudly. “Wanna feel you come for me.”

His cross necklace dangled over you as he watched you closely. You kept your gaze locked on his as you felt the feeling deep in your tummy take over your entire body. A moan got stuck in your throat as you opened your mouth to an ‘O’ shape, digging your nails further on his shoulders as you reached your high.

Getting home, you soon realized that throughout the week you had been so lost in your feelings with Harry that you didn’t even think of asking him for his phone number.

The month that followed passed by surprisingly quickly. During the first week you were swiftly thrown back again into your old reality of course essays and textbooks. You hadn’t heard a word from Harry, and the most frustrating part is that he seemed to have settled his place inside your thoughts. You tried asking about him to Nia once or twice again, but every time she seemed to come up with vague answers and change the subject, so you figured she had other things to worry about.

It was a disappointing end, to say the least. Even knowing from the start that being let down was the most possible outcome, it didn’t hurt any less. You often wondered if it had been something you’d done that made him pull away, or if he just wasn’t in it from the start.

By the second week you had gotten a job at a tiny local cafe you used to go after class to study and eat cinnamon rolls. That’s when time starting to rush by, as you found yourself busy through most of your day. Nia was working more than you’ve ever seen her. You two barely talked as she spent most of her time with Evan or inside her room editing. And as the week at the camp house got further away, it started to almost seem like you had imagined all of it.

Having a lot of distractions helped, but you never seemed to push the thought of a certain curly-haired boy completely away. Sometimes during a tedious lesson you would daydream about the feeling of his lips against yours. Or right before you fell asleep you would think about the taste of his skin, how strong his hand were gripping on your thighs. Maybe even at work. When there wasn’t a lot of movement, you could almost hear the sound of his voice.

It was aggravating, the effect he left on you. It got to a point where you got angry; sometimes at him but sometimes at yourself. He was the one who had gone after you, and yet he was the one who disappeared. But again, he didn’t really owe you anything, and that’s what’s frustrating. You were the one who allowed him; you knew from the start that you would get hurt but you still went for it, anyway.

As you got closer to the premiere night that was planned, you started to get anxious. You would catch yourself daydreaming more often, not being as focused as you were. You even started picking your nails again, which is a habit you thought you’d kick it a long time ago. But truth to be told, you were nervous.

The thought about seeing him again made your heart race. You wished that you could somehow find a way not to go. Maybe ask Nia if the two of you could have a private viewing. You had even thought about bribing her with making your mom’s brownie recipe. But you already knew the answer before you even suggested it. This was an important night for her, and you would be there to support it.

You were overthinking this. Was it going to be awkward when you met him? How would you even greet him? Would he kiss you? Would he ignore you? Should you ignore him? All the scenarios in your head made you want to throw up and run away.

When the two of you finally arrived, you were greeted by a cheerful Evan, who jokingly teased you for being late. As you got into his house, you found a bigger group than you expected. It seemed like you and Nia were the last ones to arrive, as there was around ten other people in there. Some of them you recognized from being Nia’s friends, others you had never seen, but none was the one you earned to see the most.

Evan guided you across the living room area, “I’ll show you the kitchen so you two can get some drinks,” He held up his glass as he spoke. Gesturing to the entrance of the room, “We’ll start everything in around ten minutes, so get ready.”

As you entered the kitchen behind Nia, you could feel her stiffen her posture a bit, before looking back at you. You frowned lightly at her, confused by her behaviour, gazing inside the room and finding immediately a pair of green eyes already watching you. It made you think back to the first time you were in this exact position, except in your own kitchen. This time, however, he was the one to approach you.

He looked really good, which did nothing to help the butterflies flying relentlessly in your stomach. He was in all black, a buttoned up shirt with a few buttons open, exposing a bit of the skin on his chest where a silver necklace laid upon. You swallowed dryly at the sight of his hand running swiftly through his hair, with a ring hugging each one of his fingers.

As he got close, he greeted Nia first, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, before turning his attention back to you. He shot you a shy smile, before embracing you into a hug. You didn’t really know if it was your mind playing tricks but you felt him a bit hesitant as he greeted you and placed a kiss on your cheek. Pulling away, he cleared his throat, running his hand again through his hair, he almost seemed… nervous?

“‘S nice seeing you again,” he mumbled, “this uhm… ‘s my girlfriend, Jess.”

You could felt your heart drop with his words as you finally noticed a smiley girl coming to his side.

She wasn’t much taller than you, her red hair pulled back in a perfect ponytail. She matched him with a small black dress that annoyingly hugged her body in all the right ways. You could barely register her greeting you, as you tried your best to keep a straight face to hide the shock that took over your body. You felt a heaviness at the pit of your stomach, a feeling so distressful that made you want to scream as an attempt to make it go away.

You didn’t pay a lot of attention as Nia made a conversation with the girl, knowing that’s what she did best. You kept your gaze directed to Harry, your eyes asking a million questions - you didn’t even think you wanted to know the answers to. But he kept his eyes locked on the floor, eventually looking up at the girl in his arms as she seemed to mention him. But never meeting your own. Her hand was caressing his chest lovingly while his found their way on her waist, keeping her close.

“I think I’ll get something to drink,” you announced, realizing you might’ve interrupted the conversation as they stopped talking. You turned to Nia, “do you want something?”

She looked back at you with sorry eyes, “I should go with you,” she quickly turned back to the girl, “It was lovely meeting you, Jess.”

“Oh! Sure,” she smiled brightly at you two, her hand moving to rest on Harry’s chest, “we should go get our seats as well, right, babe?”

You left the scene as quickly as you could, not wanting to hear any more of it. Looking at all the drink options on top of the counter, you tried to think which one could get you drunk enough to stop feeling hurt over someone you spent just a week with, but still sober enough so that you could pretend everything was fine. Before you realized, Nia was standing next to you, getting two plastic pink cups before she stared at you with guilty-filled eyes.

“I should’ve just told you about it,” she sighed, “I didn’t want to make you sad, but looking back it was probably best if you already knew.”

You turned your head to look at her, “so you knew it all along?” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt it close once again.

“Evan told me like a few days after we got back!” She rushed, “I don’t know if they were together while we were filming.”

You took a deep breath, knowing Nia was probably blaming herself for putting you into this situation. But you knew it wasn’t her fault, she would never purposely put you in this position if she knew about it before.

“You know what, it’s fine,” you tried your best to cover up the hurt and gave her a weak smile, “it’s not your fault Ni. It’s okay. I’m fine.”

She pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m sorry, bubba,” she said, “let’s get you something to drink so you can enjoy this party like the star you are!”

The two of you decided on the vodka mixed with watermelon juice, something you had never even thought of trying before but seemed to be ideal to handle the situation you found yourself in. You walked back to the living area, where people were already beginning to settle on the chairs.

Following Nia, you prompted yourself on a seat at the edge closest to the door, opposite to where Harry sat with the girl. His girl. You thought bitterly, taking a big sip from your cup and cringing at the strong taste.

There was a speech you didn’t pay much attention to before they started the film, only giving a slight smile when you realized the mention of your name.

Before you knew it, the lights were out and your face took over the screen.

It was harder than you thought it would be. Looking up at the scenes you had with Harry, knowing everything that happened behind the cameras. Knowing every touch and every kiss felt more than just playing a character. You knew the actual feeling of having him to yourself. But now staring at it right in front of you, it just left a sour taste in your mouth.

You finished your drink barely ten minutes into the film, the feeling of your chest aching starting to become overwhelming as you watched your shared kiss on the big screen. You could feel your throat close once more, your eyes watering a bit.

“I’m gonna get some air,” you whispered to Nia sitting next to you, who gave you a sympathetic smile as you got up. You glimpsed quickly to Harry who had his eyes trained on you, the girl next to him leaning to whisper something in his ear.

You could feel the tears falling down stubbornly as you left the room. Standing in the hallway, you made the decision to turn to the front door instead of the back, not wanting to face anyone with reddish eyes.

You left the house, picking your phone with shaky hands as you managed to call a ride home, sighing in relief as your screen told you it was just about three minutes away.

You heard the door open behind you as stood on the sidewalk hugging yourself to get some warmth on the chilly night. You tried your best to swallow back your tears as you turned around, expecting to find Nia looking at you with pitiful eyes.

To your surprise, the person standing there was Harry, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he took in your tearful eyes. He spoke your name in a soft voice, causing you to look away.

“Don’t-” you interrupted, raising your hand at him, “I don’t wanna hear it.”

He frowned at you, not wanting to upset you more. “I’m sorry,” he hesitated, taking a step forward.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, as you watched your ride pulling in front of you. You looked back at him, “I’m sorry too,” you said before moving to enter the car.

You spared him one last glance through the window as the driver pulled away.

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Nagi Rokuya Birthday Photobook Rabbit Chat Part 3: Nagi And His Senior Idols

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Thank you for gathering here today..! This project was created to show more of Nagi-san’s true nature as a way to commemorate the release of the Nagi Photobook.

Tsumugi: I’m sure you must be busy, but I’d like for you to talk as you usually do. I look forward to chatting with you!

Nagi: Feel free to discuss every one of my good points. Now, begin.

Ryunosuke: Hello, Nagi-kun! I was excited for your photobook!

Nagi: Hello.

Yuki: You're as cold as I heard.

Momo: Yoohoo, Nagi~! Mind giving us a little more of a warm welcome???

Nagi: I do not mean to treat you coldly. This is how I normally operate.

Yuki: Like a train?

Gaku: You're not like this when you talk to me. What's going on?

Nagi: Hm, is that so? Perhaps I must correct my conduct around you...

Gaku: Why? (lol)

Tenn: Gaku, are you done trying to act like the two of you are best friends?

Ryunosuke: Wait, Gaku and Nagi-kun are friends!? I want to be friends with him, too. Do you think we could make that happen?

Tenn: Ryu, you're veering dangerously close to flirty territory again.

Ryunosuke: Huh!?

Yuki: It's almost scary, how unaware of his own flirting he is. He and Nagi-kun are pretty much polar opposites.

Momo: I think you're a little like Ryu in that respect, too...

Yuki: Am I?

Tsumugi: Nagi-san, please say something ><

Ryunosuke: Did he fall asleep?

Nagi: Of course not. I was merely observing our chat log, in case any of you felt like talking about my photobook.

Gaku: Geez, you're really gonna keep doing this aren't you? (lol)

Tenn: Nagi Rokuya, your crying face makes you look like a child.

Momo: Ah, you mean in the social media pic~!? Wasn't that taken during one of his Cocona marathons? lolol

Nagi: OH, I was not expecting you to open with that. Cute, was it not? Although Mitsuki is the only cutie we need.

Gaku: I thought we were finally gonna talk about your photobook, but now you're just bragging about your teammates!

Nagi: Is that a problem? :-)))

Gaku: No!

Nagi: I do enjoy your banter, Yaotome-shi.

Momo: Nagi, you're so funny, lolololol

Nagi: Am I? :-P

Yuki: I didn't know you even could cry.

Nagi: ? What do you mean?

Yuki: Nothing.

Ryunosuke: That picture of you with the cherry blossoms was cool! I was completely drawn to it.

Nagi: I think you should take a photograph in front of the nighttime sakura, as well.

Ryunosuke: I'm not really the type who'd look good around sakura, lol

Yuki: You're more of a hibiscus kind of guy.

Tenn: Totally.

Nagi: Uminchu (1).

Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san just sent me a message saying: "Nagi's trying to mail order a ton of hibiscuses and send them to Yaotome Productions, I'll go pretend I'm Cocona until he comes to his senses"..!?

Ryunosuke: W-why!?

Yuki: That's hilarious.

Tenn: No, it's not...

Gaku: Yeah, it is.

Tenn: It shouldn't be.

Momo: Hey, Nagi! Why were you trying to send them hibiscuses!? lolololol

Nagi: So Tsunashi-shi may be photographed against a hibiscus background? He may not look as good as me, but I am sure they will suit him nonetheless.

Nagi: Consider it a thanks for his appreciation of the photobook Sogo produced for me.

Ryunosuke: B-but... I just said what I felt, are you sure I should accept the flowers?

Tenn: Don't look so happy, Ryu.

Yuki: Maybe you could send me flowers, too

Nagi: Will edible flowers do?

Momo: LMAO

Tsumugi: Um, I received another message from Mitsuki-san, this time saying "He's just got this creepy, serene look on his face! And he's not stopping, in fact now he's trying to buy edible flowers"...

Momo: He's actually doing it, lolololol

Yuki: How many were you planning to get us, by the way?

Nagi: 1100.

Momo: Figures!!! Are you rewarding us for talking about the Nagi Photobook or something!? lololol

Gaku: Is this some kind of reforestation campaign?

Nagi: You are to photograph yourselves in front of the flowers I send you, holding a Nagi Photobook, and then upload it on social media.

Nagi: On June 20th, at exactly midnight, of course :-))))

Yuki: That'll be one hell of a picture. Sounds fun

Momo: Let's do it! A handsome Nagi in bed plus Re:vale in front of tons of edible flowers equals a massive reaction, lololol

Ryunosuke: Now I'm getting nervous! It's a big responsibility, but I'll try my best to take a good picture.

Gaku: Ryu, if you're doing it, don't take the photo yourself. I'll do it.

Ryunosuke: Thank you!

Tenn: I don't care anymore.

Tsumugi: Before we get more sidetracked, here are some questions the others prepared for you...

Nagi: I was waiting for this. It is about time for me to free Mitsuki, who is still pretending to be Cocona for me X-P

Choices/outcomes:

1. Why do you like anime?

Nagi: It is a long story... But to put it shortly, anime is one of the things that saved me.

2. Meat or veggies?

Nagi: I like both. But if you mean my conduct with the ladies, I am more of a carnivorous type... ;-P

3. Do you do anything specific to maintain your physique?

Nagi: I watch Cocona. The sheer excitement is enough for me to break into a sweat, and it has a detoxing effect.

Nagi: I look forward to each of your photobooks, as well.

Gaku: Oh, that's nice to hear. Let us know what you thought, okay (lol)

Nagi: I think I will be able to judge them based entirely on how Sogo will be acting when they release.

Gaku: Why Osaka?

Ryunosuke: He did say he's our fan!

Nagi: Unfortunately, that appears to be the case ;-(

Yuki: Unfortunately?

Nagi: Sogo and Mitsuki are such rabid fanboys ;-(

Nagi: By the way, Kujo-shi, I hope you will look forward to the Riku Photobook, which I will be producing.

Tenn: ^^

Tsumugi: Aaaah, I'll cut this part out of the public version..!

Tenn: Oh. Okay then.

Tenn: I expect a cover portraying your center as the healthy and wholesome 18-year- old he is ^^

Nagi: OH, do not fret, Kujo-shi. I understand completely (V)o¥o(V)

Tenn: What is that kaomoji supposed to be..?

Nagi: (V)o¥o(V)

Momo: I knew this when I read your photobook, but you've gotten soft, Nagi! In a good way!

Nagi: What? But I have not gained any weight!

Momo: That's not what I meant, lololol I meant your personality and vibe, stuff like that.

Nagi: What makes you say that?

Momo: Just a hunch!

Nagi: A hunch?

Momo: You used to be like Yuki, when he was younger.

Yuki: Did he now? Does that mean I should get into Cocona, too?

Momo: Nah, I think you're good, lololol

Gaku: I kinda get what you mean. My image of him changed after we did MATSURI together, too.

Nagi: If that is the case... Then perhaps I have finally found a place where I can truly be myself.

Ryunosuke: Are you happy right now, Nagi-kun?

Nagi: Yes. More than anyone else in the world.

Ryunosuke: That's great!

Tenn: You've found something to hold dear.

Nagi: Moments of happiness, sadness, and anger. It is a routine we have come to share. I think it has changed not only me, but each and every one of us.

Nagi: Meeting all of you has changed us greatly. Thank you for paving the way for us.

Momo: He's finally warmed up to us..!

Yuki: That he has.

Nagi: Though we will be the ones paving the rest of the way for you :-P

Gaku: Nah, he's still his usual self (lol)

Tsumugi: We've changed because of you, Nagi-san.

Tsumugi: Thank you for keeping your cool. No matter what happens, I feel like we can always get back on track, as long as you're with us.

Tsumugi: Still, I know we can't keep relying on you like this... So I'll make sure to become the kind of manager you can even complain to!

Nagi: I thought a true man should never complain.

Nagi: However, I now realize that my feelings on the matter might be hurting you.

Nagi: Thank you all for coming here tonight. I was happy to talk to you.

Nagi: Though I do not dare wish for more, I have come to feel that maybe having 12 of us is even better than having 7 of us. I hope you will understand this feeling, too.

Translator’s notes..?

1) Uminchu basically means “man of the sea” in Uchinaaguchi/Okinawan

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lettrespromises · 4 years ago

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PLAN À TROIS.— TODOROKI, BAKUGOU.

A.N:

❝ dear reader,

why hello it is i, nikki, back at it again. this post was specifically written thanks to @sasukelore’s big brain, meaning that this one is for the boys with the booming system, top down, AC with the cooler system😔✊🏻. it’s my first attempt at writing smut (which means it’s a direct ticket to hell) so please bare with me, i hope you’ll like it! if you have any feedback, please feel free to send it to me! also, my requests are open for business hehe.

sincerely yours,

nikki.

P.S: “plan à trois” has a double meaning— it means “threesome” in french but it also literally means “a plan involving three people” which is the core of the story, both literally and figuratively. ❞

Genre: Smut. (All three of the characters have been aged up.)

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of drugs (but no actual use of drugs), unprotected sex (please use a condom), nudity, spanking, choking, cunnilingus, blow-job, temperature play, threesome, dirty things.

Word count: 6.5k (she’s a big girl, don’t be shy.)

Letter object: One hotel. One gala. One mission. One person to take down. Three heroes. You and Shoto have to play the perfect fake couple to gain your enemy’s trust, the only thing is, Shoto has no clue how to behave as a couple. The unexpected help comes from Ground Zero who seems a bit too impatient and eager to show Shoto how to really treat a lady.

Metaphorically speaking, the heroes are seen as the predators and the villains as the preys, it’s always been that way— an eternal game of hide and seek, which only ends in binary results, either victory or loss. The latest news concerning the hero world had put this little game to a halt: the hushed rise of the anti-quirks drugs were concerning. The enemy was everywhere and nowhere, it was all whispers, a thread of ‘who said what’, mere illusions replaced authentic clues. The rules of the game had been changed into a paradox where the villains became the predators and the heroes were deemed as the preys.

The rule of silence, which could have easily been personified as the ringleader of this dystopic scenario, was cruel— anyone could be suspected of being a link of the drug chain. But fret not, if you were suspected and voices started to echo around louder and louder, a little bit of hush money was the price to pay to reinstate the rule of silence. Anyone could be a culprit, even (or mostly) into the highest spheres of society. Those who are worshipped in an agnostic way, they were on top of the social food chain and, perhaps even, on top of the drug chain. These elites have been very vocal about their will to suppress the almighty authority pro-heroes possess— feeling threatened for their own sake and their own inferiority complex, they were willing to play dirty to be able to rule the country with an iron fist.

The corrupted elites still remained as elites and enjoyed their mondane occupations— galas being one of them. It was a dream opportunity for you as a pro-hero, a room crowded with highly potential culprits served on a silver plate with a cup of champagne to serve as the cherry on the cake.

Stealth missions were highly dangerous if you didn’t have a cover good enough, and treading on the playground of influential people could possibly cost you your career as a pro-hero, but if you managed to succeed, you were bound to bask in glory. Keeping a realistic cover is the number one check on the list entitled “how not to blow up your whole mission and be hated by the rest of the country.” Luckily enough, your agence had already done all the dirty work for you and sent you everything you needed— a flawlessly cut evening attire, a shockingly well-done fake ID and a full file regarding the background of your character, all down to the tiniest details. And I cannot emphasize enough “all” the details...

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” Amongst the myriad of details (and some of them were completely unnecessary, I mean, was your favorite fruit really important?), one of them was impossible to ignore. “Shoto Todoroki, really?” His name rolled off your tongue for a reason, you were supposed to play his pseudo fiancée for the night. Your thumb brushed the surface inked with his name, unconsciously wishing that if you were brushing hard enough, his name would disappear and so would your almost wilted high school crush on him.

Your silent complains were cut short, the sound of someone knocking on your door stirred you from the invasion of your thoughts. Then the knocking sound echoed once more. “Just a second!” Has anyone heard of the concept of patience? Waiting a few seconds for someone to open the door isn’t a inhuman task. Eventually (although it could’ve have been funny to let this mysterious person fume because you purposefully took too long), you opened the door to your hotel room and it just felt like you had welcomed a storm in. Much to your surprise, there were two surprise guests, two U.A alumnis just like you— Shoto and Ground Zero.

“Well, shit, were you planning on letting us fucking die in the hallways, woman?! What the fuck took you so goddamn long, ha?” When I mentioned a storm earlier on today, I meant Bakugou Katuski— his annoyance was transcripted upon his face through the frowning of his eyebrows and the wrinkle sitting between them. “It’s good to see you too Bakugou, glad to see you missed me after all this time.” His hands were shoved in his pockets, clearly not keen on listening to your sarcastic remarks nor wearing a tuxedo for the night. “Tch. Keep your smart ass talk to yourself, dumbass.”

You had indeed let a storm invade your hotel room. But unbeknownst to you, you had also welcomed a hypotizing breeze, the polar opposite of Bakugou, and apparently future fiancé for the night: Shoto Todoroki. His facial expression reflected nothing but pure serinity, a signature stoic face which radically clashed with Bakugo’s scowl. Todoroki was so discreet, almost blending his presence with the newfound silence. He was wearing an evening suit of his own, aquamarine was his color after all, it was a known fact since your high school years.

“Y/N, as you may be aware, I am here for the stealth mission. Bakugou is going to accompany us just in case something goes wrong. It was a last minute change, but considering the household names who are going to attend this gala, too much precaution is better than not enough.” Ohh, so that was the reason why the angry gremlin was here. Although, you wondered how Shoto felt about the two of you acting as a fake engaged couple, was he still serene about that? “Yeah, while you two fake lovebirds will be busy eating each other’s faces off, I’m gonna be around to check if there is any intell on these anti-quirk selling bastards.” Each of his word was accompanied by a hand gesture pivoting between you and Shoto and, of course, the same old look of annoyance plastered upon his face. You and Shoto, on the other one hand, appeared a bit surprised at the use of “fake lovebirds”, it just hasn’t sunk in yet... Denial, perhaps?

“Speaking of kissing and shit— you, half and half bastard, do you still have a fucking stick up your ass or do you know how to act in a relationship?!” His interrogation was accompanied with a daring glance thrown in Todoroki’s direction and an eyebrow lifted just to emphasize the characteristic of his question a bit more. A bold question which immediately found its answer from the mouth of Todoroki, needless to say, you felt this remark coming. “Bakugou, you’re the last person here who could pretend having the knowledge necessary to provide relationship advices.” You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape at Todoroki’s remark highlighted by its bluntness, although you quickly changed your mind once you felt Bakugou’s stare landing on you with such rage causing you to hush your laugh by biting your thumb.

“Ha?! What the fuck did you just say, half and half bastard? Use that fucking mouth for yours for good measure and let’s see if you can kiss Y/N correctly. I won’t let this mission be blown up by your stupid ass.” This time, there was a hint of amusement in Bakugou’s voice, it was hard to distinct if he asked that because he truly cared about the mission or if he just wanted to push Todoroki out of his comfort zone. But the ghost of a smirk drawn upon his face seemed to support the second hypothesis.

“Guys, just a second here. I understand why we have to take care of our cover but it’s not like Todoroki and I are going to kiss all night long.” Your gaze alterned between Todoroki and Bakugou, it became impossible to hold your gaze on a fix structure due to how flustered you felt, and soon enough, your cheeks were quick to adopt a rosy tone. “Y/N, are you scared of kissing me by any chance?” You secretly hated the obvious tone of concern in Todoroki’s voice, he was willing to do anything to make this mission a success but also make sure you were comfortable around him. “N-No! It’s just… I don’t mind it.” What a miracle, you finally managed to look at him in the eyes but the blush on your cheeks was as lively as ever. “Then damn, if you don’t mind it just fucking kiss already we don’t have all night, dumbass.” You could tell by Bakugou’s body language that he was growing more and more impatient by the second, his arms were crossed over his chest— he was getting pissed.

Todoroki captured your attention once more when his index brushed the surface of your skin right below your chin while his thumb was carefully set upon your jawline. His orbs shone by their gleam of reassureance, his eyes met yours, as a silent way to ask your for permission and you fluttered your lids shut as an answer. As if it was some kind of second nature to him, his other arm compassed your waist in order to bring you close to him. His lips finally touched yours. Each one of his actions was so soft, you could barely feel them yet, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. His lips were melting ever so perfectly with yours, as if your lips were the sole one which could fit is, you couldn’t help but to hum as the carefulness of his lips overwhelmed you. The kiss was shy, experimental, and yet so agonizing. He was temptingly and agonizingly slow, which only made you crave for more. However, given the lack of oxygen, you had no choice but to (relanctutly) break the kiss. You opened your eyes and basked in Todoroki’s beauty, still in awe at what just happ—… “Oi! Have you ever kissed anyone before, Icyhot? Fucking hell, what was that?!”

Of course this was bound to be expected— the angry gremlin in his natural behavior. You and Todoroki exchanged a look which held a thousand questions before you felt your wrist being caught by a much warmer palm, and eventually, you were yanked straight into Bakugou’s chest (not that you were complaining.) “Open your damn eyes and look, this how you fucking kiss a woman, dipshit.” The sound of his voice roaring against your eardrum made you flinch in the nicest way possible. Bakugou naturally made himself at ease all while maintaining his gaze upon Todoroki who was looking at him in return with a noticeable disdain in his eyes.

Bakugou was challenging him in a way, he perfectly knew that Todoroki was observing his every move, hence why he took the liberty to let his palm roam over the curve of your derrière as a way to taunt him. However, the taunt didn’t last too long not to make you feel uncomfortable. He quickly settled one of his hand on the small of your back (to maintain you as close to him as humanly possible) whilst his other hand was set upon your neck. He didn’t waste any more time and went straight to business.

Bakugou’s kiss was, as expected, a vivid contrast compared to Todoroki’s kiss. While Todoroki’s felt hesitant, caring, sweet… Bakugou’s kiss was rough around the edges and his sole purpose was to make your knees weak. Once he crashed his lips upon yours, he immediately swiped his tongue over the surface of your bottom lip, demanding immediate access to your mouth. You knew better than to upset Bakugou so you pleased and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth— your tongue was at his mercy for a few instants before finding a steady rhythm for you two. His presence was overwhelming— his smell, how close you were to him with nowhere to escape, his mouth, his tongue, everything caused you to rightfully let a moan escape into the kiss. At the sound of it, Todoroki’s eyes widened while Bakugou smirked into the kiss, he knew he made a point. You, in return, started to tug at his blonde hair— the rough atmosphere of the kiss affected your actions as well. Just prior to breaking the kiss, Bakugou’s teeth dug into your bottom lip and applied a few pressures while you were looking at him with pleading eyes to continue. Once he got what we wanted, he ended the kiss with a surprisingly soft peck upon your lips.

With his hand still settled on the small of your back, Bakugou turned to Todoroki’s direction and offered him his biggest smirk to show his secret victory. You were left breathless by the kiss, a series of uneven hot breaths crashed down onto Bakugou’s skin.

If anyone were to walk in your hotel room, they would be able to feel and even touch the graduating tension in the air which almost felt agonizing. The tension was mostly radiating off of the two men, a silent battle for dominance had been declared through glances, holders of pure will to outbest the other.

Todoroki observed the scene on his chair, and unbeknownst to him, Bakugou had indirectly offered him the best seat in the room to watch the manifestation of his talents. An almost inaudible sigh left Todoroki’s lips which translated into a sign of discontentment. “Y/N, come here.” The tone was strict, cold even, and you felt obligated to do as told.

Detaching yourself from Bakugou’s embrace (you could tell he didn’t want to let you go judging from how his palm lingered on your back), you stepped away and made your way to Todoroki, a quizzical look noticeable in the reflect of your eyes. “What now?” You asked. Todoroki gestured to his lap and you knew what it meant, it was a speech without any word necessary.

Paradoxically enough, Bakugou stared at the scenery in front of him in pure silence, and although it was very unlike him, he was mimicking Todoroki’s actions earlier on- he wanted to witness how Shoto was going to respond to his own deeds.

You placed your hands over Todoroki’s shoulders to gain stability before sitting on his lap, it was a foreign feeling, but goodness, it was already addicting as hell and you were not interested in finding a cure. Both of Shoto’s hands crawled on the same spot where Bakugou’s hands used to linger just a few moments ago, you understood rather quickly that he was using his own methods against him. You were the center of Todoroki’s attention, his gaze graced your frame and he was loving the sound of your uneven breath, he wondered if he could make your respiration even more irregular.

He paid no mind to mind to the silent Bakugou who was already fuming in his corner as Shoto delivered a succession of pecks on the delicate flesh of your neck, and you tilted your head just enough to let him play on a wider surface. He traded the pecks for a few daring bites on certain areas, he needed to find your weak spot. “A-Ah... Shoto!” the sound of his name rolling off your tongue coated in such bliss was enough for him to curve his lips into a smirk.

It was a brief moment of peace before he dug his teeth on the same spot and you failed to prevent any whimpers from coming out by biting your lower lip. He knew you were restricting yourself, prisoning these beautiful sounds of ecstasy, and he didn’t like any of it. He focused on your lower lip and rubbed the oh so soft surface with the pad of his thumb to prevent your from biting it, and thus, keeping your sounds of pleasure to yourself.

“Don’t be shy, love. I’m pretty sure both Bakugou and I can agree on the fact that the little sounds you’re making are too divine to be hushed. Will you be a good girl and let us hear the sounds you’re making?” It was as if his voice was coated with honey, just his voice alone was enough to make you feel weak, and if you paid enough attention, you were pretty sure he purposefully blew a fit of cold air onto the skin of your neck. “Yes, please... I’ll be good, so good.” From that moment you knew you were at his mercy and he enjoyed every second of it. “You’re such a good girl for us.”

And so he continued, but it was rougher this time, a harsh contrast compared to his hesitant kiss from just a few moments ago. His teeth dug into the flesh of your skin harder this time, the sole purpose of leaving a mark on your crimson colored flesh was haunting his mind. To accomplish said purpose, Todoroki alternated between biting motions and a few swipes of his tongue on the newly bruised skin. The whimpers coming out of your mouth shamelessly only added fuel to his fire. He knew what he was doing, and you knew just how sensitive this particular area could get.

Once he judged it was enough, he delivered a few pecks on the love bites, a way to kiss his art into your skin. “You’re so perfect, love, so perfect with my name written over your skin.” He whispered between kisses. Your head was thrown back, fingers grasping at the roots of his hair, your mouth agape- your whole body language testified of the addictive effect he had on you.

Such bliss couldn’t last for long, and quickly enough, another voice was being heard, a roar even. “Oi, oi, oi! Don’t even think for a single fucking second that you can have her all to yourself, half and half bastard.” It was almost a miracle that Bakugou had observed you in silence, but as expected, patience was nowhere near his forte. He had already crossed his limit long before you sat on Todoroki’s laps. Bakugou’s eyes were strictly focused on your frame, he was completely under your spell after observing how your chest would rise and fall unevenly to grasp any ounce of oxygen.

Your knees felt weak already, you could only stare at Bakugou and silently ask him to continue, to make you feel even weaker, to make you experience pure bliss. You wanted to say his name, it was right on the tip of your tongue, but as you observed his figure reducing more and more the space between the two of you, you just admired him in silence.

“Hah? What’re you looking at, brat? You want more? Is that it? You want fucking more? Say no more.” You should’ve known that the wicked smirk plastered upon his face was a pre-indicator of what was bound to happen. He lifted you off of Todoroki’s lap, the latter frowned a bit at the lack of your presence on him, and carried you to the bed before dropping you on the mattress. Todoroki was quick to follow from behind and stood right next to Bakugou, his hands already busy taking off his jacket and unbuttoning the first button of his evening shirt. “I’m sure that Bakugou and I can find a little agreement. After all, we can share, correct?” Todoroki’s rhetorical question found its answer once Bakugou let a discreet chuckle escape from his mouth after throwing his jacket God knows where and messily undoing his tie. “We’re gonna take real fucking good take care of you, baby girl.”

You were refraining yourself from already touching you, it took all the strength in the world not to give in to the most passionate temptations. But deep down, you already knew you were bound to be overwhelmed by pure bliss judging by how they were looking at you. You could only hum in response, unsure of how your voice would have sounded under the heavy influence of desire.

Bakugou made the first move, after all, his poor soul felt left alone when Todoroki overwhelmed you with pecks and bites. He crawled over you, his knees were on each side of your waist, his hands however, assured total domination- his right hand clutched your wrists now pinned above your hand while his left palm settled by force on your throat, needless to say, the pressure was already applied on your windpipe. “You wanna’ play that game with me, hah?! Let Icyhot have all of you to himself and I got fucking nothing in return? Babygirl, I don’t watch, I fucking play.” It was too ferocious to be qualified as a whisper, and yet, when Bakugou pronounced the last bits of his sentence right in the shell of your ear, you felt like you were floating in pure bliss. “Answer me.” His grip on your throat felt a bit tighter. “P-Please... Ju-Just do whatever you want... With my body.” The lack of oxygen felt agonizing, you were deprived of fresh air and you were laying on the bed while Bakugou exuded pure confidence and domination, an aura so thick, you wished you could’ve touched it. “That’s my babygirl.”

As Bakugou’s lips crashed onto yours, forcing its tongue into your mouth while maintaining the right amount of pressure on your throat to offer you a panorama of new sensations, Todoroki had already gotten rid of his shirt. If you paid close attention, you could see shy flames on his shoulders, he was absolutely adoring the scenery unfolding before him. Everything about you filled his senses, the sight of you giving in to Bakugou was nothing short of divine, the whimpers leaving your mouth in cascade whether the reason was the lack of air or the fierceness of Bakugou’s intentions was the sweetest melody he had ever heard. Everything was perfect.

You felt the oxygen become one with your body again once Bakugou broke the kiss and allowed his hand to travel from your neck down to your chest, but his eyes were never leaving yours. He wanted to watch you come undone under his touch, he swore it to himself.

“I’ll take the bottom half. Icyhot, I don’t give a damn about what you do, just don’t fucking interrupt me.” His eyes were already set on the prize, your heat in all its glory. Shoto said nothing in response, you were the holder of all his undivided attention. As Bakugou took a firm grasp of your thighs, opening the way to his newfound purpose, Todoroki took over the top half of your body- he started by planting a succession of pecks from your lips down to your collarbone, passing by your neck, and each kiss was amplified by the cold air he was blowing on the surface of your skin. The contrast in temperature cause you to allow a few whimpers to escape, you already knew you craved for more, it was a way of manifesting it.

“You won’t need that, will you, love?” He said while pointing at your shirt, as his index was already hooking the fabric. It was a rhetorical question of course, you simply answered by humming. Your silent response was the only thing necessary for Shoto to send your shirt flying somewhere in the room. He continued his trail of kisses down to the valley of your breasts, the same cold air following him as he went.

Bakugou, on the other one hand, had already gotten rid off your skirt, but not before letting his palms explore the generous cheeks hidden underneath it, and eventually, leaving a slap right on this area which caused you to yelp in surprise. The pad of his thumb was already brushing against the surface of the fabric, oh what a pleasure it was when he felt the sensation of humidity coming through your underwear. A sensation so good, so addicting, so divine that it brought a sly grin to his face. “Already so wet for us, babygirl? You’re not wasting your damn time, hah?” Your skin was burning under his touch, you could already feel the chills running down your spine and he hadn’t even taken off your underwear yet.

Todoroki took the strap of your bra between his thumb and index, and much to your suprise, he used the right amount of his quirk to burn the fabric and applied the same treatment to the other strap. Before you could even protest about the poor outcome of your bra, he planted his lips on your own to keep you quiet. Now, he focused his attention to your breasts and the bits of clothing left which prevented the upper half of your body from being fully exposed. He took the opportunity given by Bakugou who had gotten rid of your underwear which made you arch your back to unclip your bra. There was nothing stopping him now. He let his gaze fell on you, so full of adoration, while he leaned down and caught the last piece of fabric remaining of your bra between his teeth. His eyes held so much envy, so much desires which reciprocated in the reflect of your own orbs.

Shoto threw your bra out of his mouth, and there you were- your body bare in all its glory. “Fuck, you’re so perfect...” He whispered right against your chest, causing you to let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding. He used his mother’s inherited side to trace the contour of your breasts, he knew he was going to earn a moan in return and he was so please to hear such a sinful melody at the clash of his cold fingers against your burning skin. His thumb and his index worked in harmony to twist the bud of your nipple and overwhelm it by Shoto’s cold touch while his tongue delivering hot saliva on your skin was already doing wonders on your other breast, a perfect balance between cold and hot which made your arousal erupt even more and someone was quick to notice...

“Oi, doll face, focus on me, not on this goddamn fucker. Don’t you feel so fucking good when I touch you like that, hah?” His burning jealousy amplified the voracity of his deeds. Every single one of his touch served the purpose of pleasuring you, but also outdo Todoroki’s touches. He needed to be the best at everything, including making you melt under his touch. You struggled to keep your eyes open, the desire to close your eyes and let your body attract all the attention while basking in pure bliss was too strong and yet, Bakugou’s voice roared into your mind, you couldn’t help but lay your eyes on him through half-closed lids.

Once he knew he was the bearer of all your attention, he put his body and mind to work. Both of his hands planted your thighs on each side of his body, you felt too weak to move under his touch and did not dare resist the pressure. You whined in advance because you knew what was coming- and boy, did he look good with his face buried between your thighs.

One long, sharp, vertical lick was all it took to let yet another moan escape your lips once more, and to Bakugou, it was the best reward. The heat of his tongue responded to the heat of your core, it was pure harmony. He licked the your core over and over again, tasting you, loving you, worshipping you even. One time he left lingering kisses to the side of your core, another time he was left licking motions all over your folds because your taste was the best thing he had ever felt. His motions echoed to your whines and moans, he was sure of hearing a sinful melody each time his tongue entered in contact with your skin.

“Keep making these noises for me, don’t be fucking shy.” His hot breath on the center of your heat embraced perfectly the succession of his actions, “Y-Yes... P-Please, I want... I need more.” Bakugou couldn’t help but let a low chuckle leave his lips, in response to your needy attitude, he left a harsh slap on the surface of your butt, to which you whined loudly in response. “Such a fucking filthy mouth you have there, hah?” He smiled to himself, knowing perfectly that what he was about to do was bound to leave you as a whimpering mess. Without any warning, he slid two of his fingers inside your core, and fuck, you were tight. His thumb was brushing against your sweet bundle of nerves which had already been cherished by Bakugou’s tongue earlier.

You clutched the sheets of the bed to release some of the buildup pressure inside, it was as if a tornado, a volcano and a firework were exploding at the same time in your stomach, each of them resulting in a series of whimpers and moans at the overstimulation. Your lids were shut close already, yet, they kept fluttering over the invisible crimson touches left by both Todoroki and Bakugou.

Speaking over Todoroki, he was tasting you in such a different way as he started to get the grip of Bakugou’s mechanic. His mind kept roaming and roaming, he knew that just one mark on your neck was not quite enough and he needed to beat Bakugou at his own game- he positioned himself right over your right breast and blew a fit of fresh air, causing him to smile at himself for being the reason of such a reaction, and dug his teeth into your flesh. Motivated by the the way you kept tugging at his hair, he kept biting the same area over and over again until sucking your flesh just enough to create yet another love bite over your breast, such an intimate area, isn’t it? And now his whole name was written on it.

“B-Bakugou... I can’t take it... Ahh! Anymore, please, please...” His fingers weren’t enough anymore, you were pleading his name, begging him to become one with you because you were unsure as to how you were going to keep the unleashed pressure within you ruin you. “So eager for my fucking cock, aren’t you?! You’re gonna count with me each inch entering your fucking cunt, got it?” You were willing to do anything at this point- Todoroki’s bites and his cold touch, Bakugou’s fingers and tongue, it made you fill dizzy but you knew, deep down, you were slowly approaching a pure state of bliss. “Yes... Yes I will.”

For his own purpose, Bakugou took his fingers off your core and flipped you on your stomach so you could be on all fours. You were giving him the view of worthy of a masterpiece: the crimson colored marks on your butt cheeks, the vivid rosy tone of your dripping core, oh he wanted all of you. “Love, don’t you forget that I’m here too, right? Open your pretty mouth for me.” You did as Todoroki preached, opening your mouth for him to stick his index in there. “Suck.” he commanded, to which you obliged by creating hollows in your cheeks and embrace his finger around your tongue, this feeling was beyond perfect, beyond the wildest fantasies his imagination had to offer. He could only let his subconsciousness roam about how his cock would feel around your perfectly pouted lips.

Bakugou’s hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers turning white in the process while your flesh adopted a reddish tone in response. With the use of the pad of his thumb, he spread the pre-cum leaking all over his length, and so it began: the first inch. “One.”, it sounded more like an order than a statement, “...One.” you echoed, your response didn’t come quick enough to Bakugou’s liking, making you earn a harsh slap on your cheeks in return. Then another inch “Two.” , another faint sound coming from your lips “T-Two...”, yet another slap on your abused flesh. And so it went on, the process remained the same- another inch, another whisper escaping your mouth between sobs, another spank.

On the other side of the bed, Todoroki was stroking his own length at the sight before him. You were on the brim of tears, and Bakugou didn’t show any mercy regarding your current state. “I’m sorry, her mouth is going to be full soon, she won’t have room to count out for you.” Bakugou grunted in response to Todoroki’s taunt. His strokes became gradually faster, like a crescendo if you will. His other hand, however, was placed right underneath your jaw to give you some support and your mouth was already open in anticipation for what was bound to happen.

With his hand to keep your jaw steady, you welcomed Todoroki’s lenght into your mouth and he automatically let a groan as the tip of your tongue caressed his sensitive tip. You imagined how rewarding it must have felt for them to hear your own moans and whimpers because hearing Todoroki’s moan felt like a blessing to your eardrums.

Your tongue circled around his cock, your hand was pumping his length, and Todoroki wondered if this is what heaven looked and felt like. Your whimpers were hushed by the presence of his member in your mouth, but somehow, even these half silenced sounds of pleasure sounded even better to his ears. He felt his lids shut close under the miracle work of your tongue while his hand lingered in your hair to motivate you to keep going.

Bakugou, frustrated by this change of plans due to Todoroki’s own personal pleasure, slid the entirety of his phallus into you abruptly. The shock caused you to remove Shoto’s member from your mouth momentarily to catch your breath and release yet another whine before pleasuring Todoroki again. That came as a surprise to no one, not even Shoto himself, but Bakugou’s pace was rough and almost animalistic.

The sound of his testicles clapping against your flesh testified of the pace and yet, it felt so enticing. Bakugou was not so vocal, but he did leave his fair share of grunts as he buried himself into you more and more until reaching your cervix. It was too much, your core was burning, hell your whole body was on fire. The tears that threatened to fall had put their threat to execution, you knew you were close, the overstimulation was getting the best of you leaving you in a whimpering, trembling mess.

You continued to stroke Shoto’s length with your tongue, but his need to take control took over him. The same hand that rested in your hair suddenly took a firm grasp of your hair and he thrusted himself into your mouth and from there, his grunts became more repetitive. Truthfully, it was the only push he needed to bring him over the edge, the previous work of your tongue had put him under a spell. A spell he never wanted to wake up from. He knew what was coming, you felt it too but how the tip of his phallus was tickling your throat deeper and deeper.

Shoto didn’t even notice the small flames making their apparition on the blades of his collarbone, meaning that it was finally time for him to cum. He set your mouth free and hinted his length towards your chest, letting the drips of cum color your skin, and allowed the most magical moan to leave his already parted lips in satisfaction. “Love, look what you fucking did to me. You’re so beautiful, so beautiful with my cum all over you.” Your first instinct was to fill your lungs with oxygen, something so common yet it was cruelly needed. You looked through your lashes at Shoto with pleading eyes while he looked at you with a glimpse of adoration in his. His digit was carefully wiping the excess of cum leaking down your chin to place it right into your mouth. He could only stare in awe at the sight of you tasting him. He felt so full, and fulfilled. He was finally at peace, soaking in pure bliss.

The grasp Bakugou was holding over your hips became even harsher, which you though was impossible just a few seconds before. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grunted, trying to keep his volume at bay by digging his teeth into his lower lip but it was all too much to be contained. He knew his climax was close, so close that he could picture it if he closed his eyes just for a second. Bakugou’s name fell on your lips like a forbidden prayer, his name had turned into the only thing you were able to say. “I-...Ah! Inside, inside, fuck, please...”, you felt a wave of pleasure taking over your body, a pleasure so intense, no word could have done it justice. Oh well, that was the sole indication he needed to hear before digging his nails into your sides, causing you to arch your back and bite the sheets, already preventing the cascade of whimpers from echoing in the room. “Fucking hell... Cum with me, now.”

With one last thrust, Bakugou came within you, his face was facing the ceiling as he came undone with you. His cum slid within you and in return, your body thanked him by letting your own juice flow all over his length.

Silence invaded the room. No more grunts, no more moans, no more cries. Pure silence inhabited by the uneven breaths of three protagonists who had just touched heaven by the tip of their fingers. Three victims of passion.

Bakugou pulled out of you, earning a whimper in return at the sudden feeling of vacuity. Your legs were shaking, and you secretly thanked every God for allowing you to stay relatively steady on all fours for this long and be able to endure the bestial-like pace of Bakugou. Needless to say, you were panting, you mouth was agape and you were crying for air. Your body immediately crashed onto the mattress, the soft feeling of the sheets enveloping your skin after reaching heaven made you feel as if you were floating on a cloud.

Bakugou and Todoroki shared a look, a small grin even, before crashing down onto the mattress next to you. You were unable to move, your mind was comparable to a wild blur as a result of your orgasm. A rush of words flew through your air but absolutely none of them was powerful and meaningful enough to qualify how you were feeling. At peace? No, not strong enough. Full? Nope, did not carry enough meaning. It was a unique feeling, worthy of all the praises in the world.

Todoroki draped an arm over your waist and left a trail of kisses upon the flesh of your shoulder, a silent way to thank you for allowing him to experience heaven in a rush. Bakugou, on the other one hand, was facing your back and allowed his index to draw invisible patterns on the skin of your back. Paradoxically enough, the silence carried more words and emotions than an actual speech. Until...

“So... Um, about the mission?”

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Best Friend's Brother | Raul Mendes

Growing up with your best friend is amazing, having this loving and caring relationship is fantastic, planning your lives together seemed natural, what Y/N didn’t include in her plans was falling in love with Raul Mendes, Peter’s brother.

Hi hi, lovies! I know, I know, I disappeared, but I’m back with a Raul piece! It’s been ages since the last time I posted something and I missed it so much! I had a really hard time writing for the past few weeks and I’m really happy that I was finally able to finish it. So I’m so sorry it took me way too long and thank you so much for being so patient, really 💘 I’ll stop rambling now! I hope you enjoy it!

*Word Count: 8.5k+

*Warnings: a few curse words, drinking, injure (sprained ankle in case this triggering), and I guess that’s it!

*Posted: October 5th, 2020.

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You could say Y/N was in trouble.

Growing up with someone right beside you will always create that invisible string that’ll keep you two together for, what some say, the rest of your life. It forms a bond so strong you can tell what they’re feeling just by a single look in their eyes and you just know exactly what to do. And if life allows you, you’ll keep them around for a long time and have them around you for every occasion, being it good or bad, but always near you to support you. And thankfully, that were the triplets for her. She met them in High School, Shawn was obsessed with music, Peter was the cute nerd that took amazing pictures and Raul was the typical bad boy and Y/N was a sweet and quiet bookworm. They met when she was asked to tutor Raul and he ended up asking her to meet him at his place, and that’s how she ended up with three best friends and a crush.

She was a bit closer to Peter since they had similar interests in general and also had similar plans on Friday nights, and they’re basically glued to the hip and everyone outside from their little bubble were one hundred percent sure they’re together somehow. And the fact that the three of them (Shawn was too busy touring the world) went to the same college didn’t exactly helped with the rumors. But in reality, the triplet that makes her heart skip a bit, her stomach to do flips and her breath to get caught on her throat was Raul. And if she was honest, how could someone honestly resist him? Girls who didn’t even know him normally wanted him, and Y/N knew him like the back of her hand and knew that behind the bad boy exterior there was the softest and biggest heart on the planet, was almost impossible to resist.

And even though she had all this feelings and felt all warm inside when he playfully winked at her, she never acted on them. Peter obviously knew about it, but she never told anyone else. Hell, she didn’t even tell him, he somehow managed to notice it.

Peter tried encouraging her to talk to him about it or do something about the whole thing, mostly because he was tired of seeing her suffering every single time she saw him with another girl, which wasn’t very uncommon. But she never did. Y/N doesn’t like comparing girls, that’s just mean, because everyone is different, and just because you don’t look like someone doesn’t mean you’re not enough or good at all, just makes you unique, but she can’t help thinking she’s not his ‘type’. Not that she noticed he has a specific body type or something, she’s just not the kind of person who would catch his eye.

It’s just he literally models on the side, goes to med school and has amazing grades, while still going on parties, having hook ups and living his best life while getting tattoos and having fun. While Y/N likes to light up a candle and read a good book on her couch, maybe with Peter while they eat some pizza and discuss from the latest thing that happened on campus to the theory of wormholes. They are close, they are friends, but they are polar opposites.

And the worst part? He acts as if she was the reason the sun rose every single day and treats her as if she’s the reason he’s capable of breathing, but in a “you’re my best friend and I love you like you are family” type of thing, not in a “I am hopelessly in love with you”. He was very touchy and big on pet names, specially when Peter went to sleep and it was just the two of them watching stuff on his living room, but never did anything to lead her into thinking he likes her more than a friend. It’s all her fault for looking too much into it and having her heart broken whenever he had a girl over when she was there (which wasn’t that common since he wasn’t big into having a serious relationship, at least not enough to bring someone to their flat) or when she saw him all heart eyes or making out with someone.

Y/N swears she tried burying those feelings down, even going as far as hanging out less with him and avoiding going to his place, taking way too long to reply to his texts and dodging him everywhere she could like the plague. He wasn’t having it, so he randomly showed up at her dorm room at midnight, looking like an abandoned puppy and begging her to forgive him for whatever he had done that upset her so badly. And that’s when she decided that maybe that wasn’t her greatest idea. That maybe all she needed to do was just to forget those stupid feelings and butterflies that felt like ripping out of her body whenever he smiled at her. Well, that didn’t work either. So, to sum it all up, Y/N was in trouble.

In a big, big, gigantic trouble.

-*-

So it was a Friday night when Peter called her to crash at his place so they could watch the last season of How to Get Away with Murder while he worked on a project for his class or something like that, and she agreed almost immediately, it’s not like she planned on doing much better. Y/N gathered what she considered to be important in a few seconds cause he told her he was going to pick her up since he was still on campus and ran to the entrance of her building, already seeing his car parked outside. The ride to his place was quiet and consisted on them basically talking about what theories they had for the end of the season since they met for lunch.

“I don’t think Raul’s home yet, his bike wasn’t on his usual parking space” Peter hummed as he opened the door to his apartment.

“Yeah, I didn’t see it either” was all she could answer. And Y/N didn’t know how to feel about it, it’s been a week since she had the chance to talk to him and she missed it, but at the same time, she wasn’t going to end up a blushing mess around his natural flirty persona.

“Let me just grab my camera and computer, you can drop your stuff on the guest room if you want”

“Okay, don’t start the show without me” she said before starting to walk away and all she could hear was a ‘don’t take too long then’ Peter muttered under his breath.

She giggled to herself from his silliness as she placed her backpack on the bed and took off her shoes, getting rid of her jacket and pulling her hair in a loose ponytail, only grabbing her phone as she got back to meet Peter on the living room, already on the couch with his stuff around him as he let out a frustrated groan.

“What’s wrong, grumpy?”

“Raul’s an idiot, he took the remote to his room since he stepped on his or something like that and he’s too lazy to get his fixed or return the other one to its place”

“But is it in his room?”

“Probably, could you please grab it for me?”

“Wouldn’t he get mad I got into his room without him being around?”

“Oh please, Y/N, Raul mad at you? He’d probably get mad at me for making you go in there to grab it for us”

“It’s not like that”

“Of course it is, Raul could never even look at you slightly pissed, and even if he did, he’d feel guilty”

“If he gets mad I’ll tell him it was your fault”

“He won’t, honey, he’s not even home yet”

“Fine” she ended up giving up, arguing with Peter was always pointless.

So Y/N turned around and headed for Raul’s room, knocking tentatively and without response, she just got in and tried to find the control without looking at his stuff for too long, she didn’t want to be nosy. Since she was busy with the task of finding it, she didn’t notice the soft sounds coming from the bathroom or the gentle click of the door when someone opened it. Her attention was finally brought the other side of the room, when she hear someone clearing their throat. Her eyes widened as she looked up only to find Raul standing across from her, with his hair damp and naked apart from the fluffy towel hanging low on his hips.

He had a little smirk on his lips and a funny expression, but that didn’t stop from almost giving Y/N a heart attack. She started mumbling a string of apologies as she covered eyes with both hands, walking backward until she hit her head on a shelf and tripped over something, falling right on her butt.

“Ouch!” she said reaching one of her hands on the back of her head to try and relive some of the throbbing, still covering her eyes “I’m so so so incredibly sorry, I didn’t mean to simply walk in here, but we thought you weren’t home, and I knocked, and Peter told me to come in here to grab the remote, and said you wouldn’t mind, and...”

“Hey, no, it’s okay” Raul said hurriedly, walking towards her a crouching down in front of her, lightly wrapping his fingers around her wrists “Y/N, it’s okay, look at me, love”

And with the gentle tug on her hands she decided to let go, opening her eyes to be met with his honey orbs “I’m so so sorry, I really didn’t mean to invade your privacy, if I knew you’d be here I wouldn’t- I would never come in, please don’t be mad at me, please”

“Oh, sweetheart, there’s no reason for you to apologize, really, I’m not even naked, or completely naked at least, and even if I was? wouldn’t have minded, yeah?” Raul said gently cupping her face “and I’m not mad at you, how could I ever be mad at you? You’re the sweetest person I know and you didn’t do anything wrong”

“I’m sorry” Y/N mumbled softly and he just chuckled, leaning in and pressing a kiss at the top of her head.

“It’s okay, are you staying the night?”

She nodded “we’re having a marathon, we’re rewatching How to Get Away with Murder”

“Oh, do you mind if I join?”

“You’re not busy?”

“Not at all, but it’s okay if you want to watch just the two of you”

“No, of course not, you can join us if you want”

“Are you ordering food or do you want me to make us something?”

“We didn’t order anything, and I don’t want to bother you with cooking”

“I’d gladly do it, I can make us something quick so it won’t get in the middle of your shows

“I really don’t want to bother you, Raul”

“It’s not a bother, come on, the remote is over there, I’ll change real quick and make us something to eat, and you two can start the show, I’ll meet you guys in the middle, yeah? Sounds good?”

“Sounds amazing”

“Now go, you pervert, I need to change” he said trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh, sure” she mumbled as she scrambled to get back at her feet.

“Or you can just stay and enjoy the show" Raul threw a wink at her direction as she was already by the door.

Y/N only closed his door a bit harsher than she should, feeling her whole body heating up, she just couldn’t decide if it was of embarrassment or... something else. She shook her head to get rid of the dirty thoughts about her best friend’s brother out of her head and got back to Peter at the leaving room. Seeing he was sitting at the armchair, with all of his stuff around him for him to work comfortably, leaving her the loveseat.

“Oh hey, is Raul at home?!”

“Yeah, he was at the shower, so thank you for putting me in that position”

“Was he mad at you?”

“No”

“Told ya, got the remote?”

“Yeah, by the way, he’s going to make us dinner and join us later”

“Oh, thought he was going out tonight” Peter said opening his computer “do you want to arrange the show?”

“Don’t you think we should wait for him?”

“Nah, don’t think so”

“Wait for who?” Raul asked coming out of the hallway wearing a pair of sweatpants and thin white T-shirt.

“You, to start the show” Peter answered without looking up from the screen.

“Oh no, go ahead, I’ll make us some food and I’ll bring you guys some, okay?”

“Do you need help?”

“No, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’ll be pretty basic”

Y/N hummed in response as she started the first episode and things were as normal as every Friday she spent watching anything with Peter. Only this time, he was a bit less focused on the show and more on his work, but still was able to make comments about the all the scenes. They would both laugh and joke around a lot more than actually watch anything, specially since this wasn’t the first time they watched this. Almost at the end of the first episode, Raul showed up with plates of a very appetizing looking pasta, placing one in front of Peter and one on Y/N’s lap. He went back into the kitchen and coming back with his own, plopping down beside Y/N.

“This is the first, right?”

“Yeah, the end of it”

“Oh, it’s been a while since the last time I watched it, I don’t think I’ve ever finished it”

“Really?”

“I kind of forgot it, I was watching another one at the time, but I remember liking it a lot”

“Well it’s a great thing we decided to follow the episodes and not just jump into our favorites, and by the way, this is amazing”

“Oh, thanks, it’s really simple actually”

“Don’t even start, you always make the most basic stuff like grilled cheese taste like gourmet food”

“He just likes to be praised” Peter said with a chuckle.

“Fuck off, Peter” Raul chuckled and before he could throw a pillow at him, Y/N grabbed his wrist “hey!”

“His camera is there”

“Oh”

“Thanks, Y/N, but this pasta is actually amazing, I have to give you that”

“Was that too hard?” Raul asked and Peter just shrugged with a laugh.

“Maybe we should focus on the show” Y/N said pressing the next episode before they both decided to start something.

Peter got up after they finished dinner to place everyone’s dishes in the sink, going back to his place and work silently. As they watched the episodes, Peter was getting silent as he focused more on his work and Raul was the one commenting on the episodes and talking to Y/N. Which she didn’t mind at all. He was always pretty funny and manage to make her laugh at the silliest jokes.

Maybe that’s the reason so many people were attracted to him. He had a mysterious vibe going on, since he was pretty close with people in general, but could be a sweetheart with the close ones, he had the looks that had everyone’s head turning, he was funny and intelligent. He’s just so good and she hates to admit that even her fell for his charming smile and golden heart. And when he leaned a bit closer to her as the episodes went by, she hated to admit that her body felt a bit warmer and she was itching to lean into him as well. But what made it worse was him laying his head on her lap as he wrapped himself in a throw blanket, giving her a sheepish smile and turning back to the TV. That had her fingers practically moving to its own accord to tangle on his curls, and she couldn’t help but brush them out of his face. And just as she was about to mumble an apology, he let out a content sigh and leaned into her hand.

After a few moments Peter looked up at them and just chuckled softly, and as Y/N looked up at him he just shook his head and pointed towards Raul “He fell asleep with you playing with his hair, just like a puppy”

“Do you think he’ll mind when he wakes up?” she said barely above a whisper.

“Not at all, he loves you, he can never be upset with you”

“That’s not true”

“It is, ask Shawn or Aaliyah, they’ll agree, he’s got a soft spot only for you”

“Shut it, Peter, we’ve known each other for years, he’s just nice because I’m your best friend”

“That’s not true, but I’ll drop it, I think I might go to bed now”

“Okay, I think I’m going to finish this episode”

“You know you can wake him up, right?”

“I know, I just don’t know if I feel like doing it”

“I can do it for you” Peter offered as he gathered his stuff.

“No, it’s okay, I’m going to finish this episode first”

“Do you want me to roll out the sofa and make it more comfortable for you? You don’t have to move”

“Yes please”

“Okay” he answered as he leaned down to extend the couch into a kind of makeshift bed as carefully as he could to not disturb his brother “call me if you need anything”

“Okay, thanks, Peter” she said smiling at him as he shook his head and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight, dummy”

“Night, Peter”

He grabbed his stuff and threw one last look at her direction, but she was far too distracted with Raul’s curls to have noticed, and he caught a glimpse of his brother slowly opening his eyes, only to close them again and nuzzle closer to Y/N. Peter hold back a laugh as he went back to his room, he would never figure out how the most brilliant people he knew could be so oblivious.

-*-

Y/N didn’t intend to fall asleep, but the warmth radiating from his body, the soft light coming from the TV and the soft cushions lulled her to sleep without her even noticing. She only noticed she fell asleep when she woke up to rushed whispers in the living room and the soft click of the front door closing.

She was a bit confused, but the strong Raul’s strong scent and the comfortable position she was currently at made it hard for her to come back into consciousness. But as soon as she opened her eyes, Y/N noticed she had her face nuzzled into Raul’s neck, with her body partially on top of him and cuddled close with his arm around her waist. Her immediate thought was to pretend to be asleep so she could come up with a better plan of getting rid of the embarrassment. But before she could do anything, she heard Raul’s warm chuckle.

“Morning, sweetheart” he said combing his fingers through her hair gently, almost making her melt back into his chest.

“Hi” she said sitting up and knuckling at his eyes softly “I didn’t even notice when I fell asleep”

“Me neither, I was completely drained”

“I’m sorry for -you know, being on top of you”

“Oh, it’s okay, I woke up in the middle of the night and I didn’t feel like waking you up, cause you seemed so peaceful, so I just rearranged us, and I guess we ended up cuddled”

“Yeah” Y/N said brushing her hair out of her face.

“You know I don’t mind, right?”

“Mind what?”

Raul gave her a knowing look and she could feel her face beating up “It happens, sweetheart, and there’s no reason to be ashamed, I slept like a baby with you”

“Oh, I slept well too, is Peter gone already?”

“Yeah, he said something about having to buy something for his camera or something like it”

“He saw us?”

“You make it seem like we were doing something so scandalous, he found it cute actually” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh, okay”

Raul gently grabbed her hand and placed a kiss at the back of it “Relax, darling, hungry?”

“A bit, yeah”

“Want to go and grab breakfast? I can drop you home after if you want”

“That’d be amazing, but only if you’re available”

“Of course I am, I always have time for you, now let’s go, I’m starving”

“Already?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for a while now”

“Why?!”

“Didn’t want to disturb you, you needed to rest, sweetheart”

“You’re too sweet”

“Only for you” he said throwing a little wink on her direction.

He had no idea how much that affected her.

-*-

Aaliyah’s birthday was always an amazing event. The triplets always committed to provide her the best birthday they could every single year and they never let her down. It has always been like this since the triplets parties were always nice for the three boys, they felt like they needed to give her the best time possible. She was their little baby after all.

This year was no different.

Her seventeenth birthday party was beautiful and she was literally gleaming, surrounded by her closest friends and family. Raul had a tough week and was feeling a bit off for a few days, there were many reasons to it but he could never ruin his sister’s birthday, so he put on his best smile and went smoothly along with his siblings. He tried his best having fun and forgetting about everything else, but he about half an hour into the party he sat down by the bar and decided just to sit there and drink until he felt lightheaded. Raul just sat there and watched everyone, sometimes having a small talk with anyone who sat down beside him, but mostly, his gaze was constantly searching for Y/N. He didn’t mean to act like a thirteen year old boy with a school crush, he didn’t even mean to keep on searching for her, but she looked so damn adorable he couldn’t help it. She was wearing a beautiful summer dress, in a peachy color that accentuated her gorgeous curves and of a silky kind of material, urging him to run his hands through it. But he knew better, he knew her since they’re kids and he knew he wasn’t what she needed or wanted, or at least, that’s what seemed. So he just stood there, watching from a safe distance and from time to time, but as soon as he started feeling tipsier than he desired, he decided to move away from the bar and take a breath of fresh air.

As soon as he got in the balcony, he let out a sigh of relief as he noticed no one was around, so he would have a least a little bit of peace. He placed both of his hands on the stone railing, feeling his footing not the most balanced one, maybe he had too many drinks for the night and maybe he should go back and grab a bottle of water and something to eat. But before he could actually really think about it, Raul heard a pair of heels clicking behind him, and since no one called him or made a noise to call his attention he just ignored. He felt the person coming closer and he saw on his peripheral the same coloured dress he’d been staring all night. As he turned his face slightly on the person’s direction, he saw Y/N standing beside him, mimicking his position and looking down at the city. Neither of them felt like breaking the silence, so they just enjoyed each other’s company in a comfortable silence. At least until he saw her body shivering from the colder temperature it was outside, which led him to taking out his leather jacket for her and handing it to her.

“It’s okay, I don’t want you to be cold” Y/N mumbled as if not to disturb the peaceful environment.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, but you’re visibly cold”

“Thank you” she said giving him a soft smile that made his whole body warm up as she put on his jacket, wrapping her arms around her own body “but let me know if you need it back”

Raul chuckled “Fine”

“So… Are you going to pretend everything’s okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Raul, I’ve known you all my life, you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, you just don’t have to act as if you’re fine around me”

“It’s silly and nothing to worry about, really, you should go and enjoy the party”

“I’m okay here, actually, ’m a bit tired”

“Oh” he said with a nod and looked forward at nothing in particular.

“And I also didn’t want to leave you all alone, and I want you to know that I’m here in case you want to talk”

“Thank you” he said turning to face her and she looked up at him ‘’you’re beautiful, but tonight you look just perfect”

“Oh, thanks” Y/N brushed the hair out of her face “you look gorgeous, as always”

“Yeah, I do, right?” he joked as she giggled, making a smirk appear on his lips.

“Yeah, right” she said looking down at the city.

Raul spoke up after a few moments of silence, regretting almost immediately “I saw you with Mike yesterday”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, you’re leaving the movies at the mall, Peter asked me to buy his new lens and I saw the both of you, was it nice?”

“What?”

“The date”

“Oh, no, it wasn’t like that, he’s actually into Jeff and we go to the same classes since I got in college, he needed to vent and to get distracted, so we went to see a movie”

“Sorry, I had no idea”

“No need to apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong”

And back to the silence. Raul was embarrassed for bringing it up and relieved in a very selfish way she wasn’t going out with him. And he was also afraid he was going to blurt another inappropriate question or comment, the alcohol normally tended to make him lose his filter.

“Was it a shitty week?”

“Huh?” Raul hummed looking back at her.

“Was it a shitty week? That left you like this”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that”

“Is it about the girl you were seeing?”

“Anna? No, we’re not going out anymore, I haven’t even seen her in a while” He answered taking a deep breath “It’s just, sometimes I wish I had someone that understood me, that was there for me, that cared about me besides my family, I don’t know, and I had so much work to do this week was insane, I’m sorry for rambling, I’m just- I don’t even know, I’m sorry”

“Hey, it’s okay, you can ramble as much as you want, sometimes it gets hard, and you should know by now that I’m here for you and that I care for you, yeah?” Y/N said reaching for his hand and squeezing it lightly and he nodded, pulling her into a hug.

“Thank you” he mumbled against her hair as she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Now come on, let’s sober you up a bit for the cake, okay?” she said placing her chin on his sternum to look up at him and he nodded chuckling lightly.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart”

“Don’t give me this amount of power, Raul, I might regret it”

“Would never regret it, ’sides, I’m already yours for you to do whatever you want” he said and her heart did a flip, but she only giggled.

“Oh, darling, you have no idea of the mistake you just made” she said grabbing his hand as he slotted their fingers together, letting her drag him back inside.

And to be honest? The party was much better after she showed up to talk to him, specially since she was practically glued to his side making sure he was having a good time.

-*-

To say Y/N and Raul got closer was an understatement. Since his sister’s birthday, they were hanging out pretty much every single day they could, Peter was involved almost all of the time, but something that didn’t happen before was only Y/N and Raul going out alone just for the sake of hanging out. And even though it was completely new, it felt completely natural as if they’re the closest for years. So, for the past month she felt really connected to him and she also felt her crush multiplying like crazy, which could end up pretty bad, but she couldn’t stop herself from being closer and wanting to be around him. And when Shawn called Raul on FaceTime one night and who picked up was Y/N he was delighted. He was coming home on the next weekend and he suggested they went camping, like they did when they’re younger, renting cabins, bonfire, guitar and marshmallows type of thing.

And of course the triples were instantly excited and planning everything and Y/N was included on the camping trip from the moment she picked up the phone, her wanting or not. Not that she was opposed.

So they rented the cabins, one for Peter and Y/N, one for Shawn, Brian and Raul, and one for Mark, one of the guys’ friend and his girlfriend. Raul took her to the market the night before of the trip to buy supplies and food (mostly snacks, but Raul insisted on buying at least some stuff to make a real meal).ul insisted on buying at least a few things to make a real meal for them “we can’t survive two days with cookies and marshmallows, baby”). He even went to her place to help her pack and offered her to stay the night and his flat with Peter so she could sleep a bit more before they hit the road the next day. She couldn’t deny, specially when Peter was complaining Raul was stealing her from him and that he missed her, and since Raul was pouting and begging while using the silliest pet names he could come up with, and he was pretty creative.

When the time to wake up and get ready to leave, she was awaken by rowdy boys on the hallway, clearly too excited to go camping, just like children as they practically bounced on their feet. The ride was pretty nice, she even took a nap on Shawn’s shoulder as Raul and Peter listened to something on the radio softly and chattered about random stuff. Arriving there brought back that nostalgic feeling of when they’re young and came here twice a month on summer days. They quickly dropped their bags on their respective cabins and went out the explore, going to the lake until it was lunchtime and everyone was starving.

After resting a bit, they decided to go on a hike up the hill to watch the sunset from the top of it. Which was clearly filled with jokes, laughs and a bunch of random pranks they pulled off. If anyone was to tell their age, they’d never say anything over 15 years old. Sarah, the only girl on the group apart from Y/N was pretty nice and was walking side by side with her, laughing at the boys and just talking about everything when Raul came back, face flushed from laughing too hard and grabbing Y/N’s hand.

“I was informed your boyfriend misses you and I’m here to keep miss Y/N company”

“Very well then” she said giggling and throwing Y/N a knowing look and a little wink, walking a bit faster to reach John.

“What?” Y/N asked as she heard Raul laughing “what did you do?”

“Hey! I didn’t do anything”

“Oh really?”

“I did not! Brian did though”

“Oh God, what is it then?”

“He might’ve pushed John into the mud” Raul said sheepishly and Y/N laughed.

“And why do you seem so guilty?”

“Cause I was the one who saw it”

“Of course you did” she said slightly bumping her shoulder into him.

“I wasn’t the one who pushed him though”

“That’s true, but doesn’t make you completely innocent”

“It’s not my fault I pay attention to stuff”

“No, but it is your fault telling Brian you saw it”

“You got me there” he said bumping her shoulder back as he chuckled and she laughed shaking her head.

“Hey, lovebirds, come on, it’s almost staring!” Shawn shouted a few feet away already at the top.

Y/N felt her cheeks heating up and Raul just laughed, walking to where everyone was already waiting for the sunset.

They sat down to watch the process, and since they’re both the last ones to reach the top, they sat down in the end of the semicircle they formed. Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and he did the same, laying his head on top of hers as they chattered watching the sun to set on the horizon. Y/N’s heart felt a bit warmer being so close to Raul and having such a beautiful view. He grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his lap, carefully playing with her fingers and tracing random patterns at the back of her hand.

“Maybe we should go back before if gets too dark” Peter suggested as everyone got up and grabbed their stuff.

On the way back the guys were trying to make it as an obstacle course, always making fun of every situation as Y/N and Sarah laughed leading the way. At least until Brian called out Y/N when she started roaring with laughter as he fell face first on the mud.

“That’s what I call Karma”

“It’s easy to laugh and not do anything princess, bet I can get to the cabin before you do”

“Well, I was on the tracking team”

“Well, I’m better than you”

“First one to get there is free from all the chores?”

“Deal” Brian said “on three, who’s counting?”

“I am!” John chirped in.

“This is not the greatest ide-” Peter was cut off by John”

“3... 2... 1 and GO!”

That was all it took for both of them to start running down the hill as they laughed, the others hurrying their steps to follow them. The cabins weren’t that far and as soon as Y/N got there, she tripped in one of the firewoods the guys placed there sooner, falling down and feeling the pain crawling up her leg in a burning sensation.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Brian was the first to arrive, kneeling down beside her “are you okay?! Are you hurt?! What the hell?! Who let this shit in here?!”

“It’s okay, I-“ her words got caught in her throat as she tried to move her feet to get up, feeling her eyes welling up with tears from the burning sensation.

“Y/N!” Raul shouted rushing towards her, flopping down beside her “what happened?”

“She tripped on the damn firewood someone left here early”

“It’s not their fault” she let out with her voice a bit strained.

“It doesn’t matter right now, what’s hurting, baby?”

“My foot”

“Which one?”

“Left”

“Can I see it?” he asked and she just nodded, knowing that if she spoke another word her voice would break and she would start crying for real.

“Holy shit, what’s going on?” Shawn was the first to ask.

“She tripped and now she’s hurt”

“Do you need me to get you something?!” Peter was the first to offer.

“Yeah, I brought an aid kit in case something happened, it’s in the car, also, grab me a bottle of water” Raul said almost robotically as he carefully worked on taking her shoe off “it’s swelling, it looks like a sprained ankle, but it doesn’t seem like you feared any ligaments for now”

“Should we go back?” Shawn asked.

“No! Please don’t!” Y/N barely chocked out as Raul looked up at her and she focused on looking at him because it was calming her a bit “I don’t want you guys to miss all the fun due to my clumsiness”

“Honey, we don’t mind, we ca-”

“Please, Shawn, I- no, okay? I want to stay, and it’s dangerous to drive at night” Y/N cut him off, still looking directly at Raul.

“Here!” Peter said coming back with a bag.

“Thanks, I don’t think it’s too bad” Raul finally said “I’ll keep on checking it through the night, if the swelling gets too bad or if there are any signs that she might have tore or stretched a ligament I’ll take her back, is that okay?” he asked and she just nodded, looking down at her lap.

“You should stay with her tonight, I can spend the night with Shawn and Brian if she doesn’t mind” Peter offered.

“I’d appreciate it, do you mind, Y/N?” Raul asked and she nodded “okay, I’ll take her to her cabin so we can have a better look at it and shower, can you guys take care of the bonfire?”

“Sure, do whatever you need to” John said.

“Okay, can I pick you up, sweetheart?” and again she just nodded, so he picked her from the ground bridal style and carried her back to (now) their cabin.

“I’m okay, you don’t have to do this”

“Of course I do, and it’s okay, we need to put some ice on it, where do you want to sit?”

“Not on the bed, I’m probably too dirty to sit there”

“Okay” he replied placing her down on an armchair, with her feet up “wait just a sec” he said before going through the mini fridge to retrieve an icepack “here”

“Thank you”

“It’s okay, sweetheart” Raul said kneeling down beside her on the floor “is it hurting?”

“A bit, it was worse before”

“Okay, good, you can’t put much weight on it, yeah? Or it’ll only get worse” Raul softly grabbed her hand, lightly thumbing at her knuckles “if you need anything, just let me know and I’ll do it for you, yeah?”

“You don’t have to do this, I don’t want to bother you”

“You won’t, don’t worry about it”

“Raul, you’re literally going to have to babysit me, I’m ruining your weekend”

“You’re not ruining my weekend”

“Of course I am, this is what you do every single day, you’re supposed to be free to relax and not take care of people all the time”

“This is different, this is you we’re talking about and I really don’t mind spoiling you and caring you around the whole campsite if it need be, besides, I like doing what I do, so it’s no bother at all, you’re not ruining everything, now try to relax a bit, you don’t need sore muscles to appear too”

“Okay” Y/N squeezed his hand lightly.

“Good, I’m going to grab my stuff and hand Peter his, is it okay?”

“Yeah, sure”

“Be right back” he said placing a kiss to her forehead and leaving.

Y/N reached into her bag to grab a book to pass the time, Raul quickly came in and said we was going to shower so she would be free to do the same when the ice was done. She got so deep into reading it, that she barely noticed when he got out of the shower, only realized he was in the room when she her gentle humming to a song. Looking up from behind her book, only to find Raul with only a towel wrapped around his hips, looking through his duffle bag for something to wear. Y/N really tried to look away quickly, but maybe her brain was too clouded by him to actually make a quick move, and since he was literally standing in front of a mirror he caught her glimpsing at him, causing his famous smirk to appear on his lips as he got back into the bathroom to get dressed.

“Don’t” Y/N warned before he could even say a word when he came out with a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

“What?”

“Just don’t, I know you”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to be shy, you can look, I don’t mind, I actually like it”

Y/N scoffed and threw the pillow that was behind her at him as he laughed “Fuck off, Raul”

“Okay, stinky lady, let’s get you to the bathroom, I got a little plastic chair for you to sit instead of being on your feet”

“Hey! I’m not stinky”

“Oh really? How can you be so sure?”

“Shut up, Raul, I hate you”

“Fine, then you won’t be taken to the bathroom”

“Okay, then I’ll walk!” Y/N said standing up and before she could put her feet to the floor, Raul was swiping her off her feet (quite literally) and she let out a squeak as he chuckled “put me down!”

‘’Nope, you can’t simply walk without a cast or something, so I’ll be your knight and shining armour”

“My saviour” she mumbled rolling her eyes and he laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek and placing her seated on the little plastic chair for her shower.

“Okay, smelly girl, do you need help with anything?”

“I think I’m good, can you just grab me something to wear?”

“Sure, ma’am”

And with that he left, only to come back with a similar look to his and left her to shower. It wasn’t the easiest event of her life, but she managed it just fine, trying to get out to the door by jumping in only on foot, and as soon she opened the door to the bedroom, Raul was already there by her side with furrowed brows, hands on her waist to steady her and helping her to the bed as he informed her they had a bonfire ready and food as well outside. And they decided to grab some shoes and meet the rest of the group outside, Raul tried wrapping her foot the best he could to imobilize it with what he had there, and he did a pretty great job. So they sat down on the little wood kind of benches already on the ground with everyone, and they started talking about the most random stuff and Brian was trying to convince everyone to tell creepy stories like the movies, which quickly turned into a huge joke cause they couldn’t be serious for a long time. The environment was pretty light and filled with laughs as they ate the burgers Peter was making, Shawn even grabbed the guitar and played some songs, that were quickly ruined by everyone else shouting atop of his voice and messing up the lyrics. As they started to roas the marshmallows and calm down a bit, acting like civilized humans again, Y/N started to feel a bit sleepy.

She was wrapped up in a cozy blanket with Raul, making her just absolutely toasty and comfy, a bit drowsy from the painkillers she took and all the food, feeling just delighted to be surrounded by this people. She loved to be around the triplets, and Brian and John have been around long enough that she was completely used to them and liked them very much. They always made sure she was okay and having fun, the whole Mendes Family if she’s honest, she always felt very welcomed and glad to have them around, specially since she grew up with them. Maybe it was all of that great feeling, associated with the medicine and the that comforting feeling, she felt herself leaning into Raul a bit as Y/N struggled to stay awake, and instead of pushing her softly or saying something about her falling asleep too soon, he wrapped his arm around her welcoming her in his arms as she laid her head on his chest. She heard his warm chuckle as he placed a kiss on the top of her hair.

“Do you want to go to bed?” he asked softly rubbing intricate shapes on her back in a gentle way and she shook her head “let me know whenever you’re ready, yeah?”

She just nodded, nuzzling closer to him and without even noticing, she fell asleep.

-*-

She woke up what felt only moments later feeling her body moving and when she opened her eyes, she noticed that Raul was placing her on the bed for the night.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” Raul whispered, pulling the covers up her body.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mean to fall asleep”

“It was a long day, sweetheart, it’s only natural” he said going to grab them each a bottle of water and flopping down beside her and she giggled.

“Thank you”

“For what?”

“For taking care of me and being the sweetest person”

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, you deserve it”

“But I do” Y/N said knuckling at her eye and reaching out for his hand, slotting their fingers together and squeeze it gently “thank you”

Raul smiled and leaned in to place a kiss at her forehead “you’re so beautiful, you know that, right?”

“Stop being silly” she laughed as he feigned an insulted expression.

“I’m not, you’re just the prettiest girl I’ve ever met and I’ve always thought this”

“Oh really? Aren’t you just trying to butter me up?”

“Me? I would never do that!” Raul scoffed and she just chuckled giving him a knowing look “okay, okay, you caught me, I’m just trying to steal your heart”

Y/N gasped “why would you do that to me?”

“Because I want it”

“For what? I’m not an athlete anymore, it’s a poor heart, and I love junk food, you won’t be able to sell it”

“You’re ridiculous, you know?”

“Look, you have to decide if I’m pretty, smelly or ridiculous, can’t be all of them” she said and he laughed.

“You’re impossible”

“Oh great, thanks, can you elaborate?”

“Don’t feel like doing it, no” he said and she rolled her eyes, turning away from him on the bed.

“Fine, then goodnight” Y/N turned off the lamp from her side of the bed and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back flush against his chest “Hey! I-“

“Do you really want to know?” he said taking a deep sigh and burying his face on her neck.

“Well, if there’s an explanation to it, then yeah, but I was just being dramatic and-“

Raul cut her off trying to gather all the courage possible “There is and I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, I was just trying to find the best timing and not ruin our friendship”

“You won’t end our friendship, yeah? You can just tell me” she said trying to turn in his arms but he had a vice grip on her, so she just gave up, interlacing their fingers together.

“We’ve known each other for years now, and even though you are closer to Peter most of the time, I couldn’t help it but want you closer. You’re always the cutest and sweetest little thing, always caring about the people around you and taking care of others, and being this funny smart person that always make the environment better around you, so I felt drawn to you. And for years I pushed it aside cause you’re always shy around me and I thought you just weren’t interested so I never made a move or something, but recently that was proven to be impossible, since that night you spent over and we slept on the couch I’ve been wanting to ask you about it or just do something about it“ Raul slowly loosened the grip on her and she decided to turn around to face him “You’re not impossible, maybe sometimes when you really want something, but what was really impossible was not falling for you, and you don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know”

And Y/N couldn’t even speak and she wanted to. She was just speechless. The guy she had a crush on for years just told her he liked her, what the hell was she supposed to say?! She truly wanted to shout that she liked him too, that she wanted him too and that she felt like this for years, but the only thing she could do instead of gaping him like a fish was lean forward and press their lips together, and that’s what she did.

Raul was completely shocked at first and didn’t react at all, which made Y/N instantly regret her decision starting to pull back, but before she could completely pull away, Raul cradled her face in his hand and smeared their lips together in a sweet yet passionate kiss, pulling her closer as she wrapped her fingers in his hair, tangling on his curls. Y/N couldn’t believe this was actually real, the only thing that made her understand this wasn’t a dream, was the warmth and butterflies spreading through her body as he swept his tongue on her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth genlty. Her head was spinning when they finally parted for air without actually leaning away. Raul rested his forehead on hers as they both panted softly, a bright smile spreading on his lips and Y/N just chuckled, making him do the same.

“I’ve had a crush on you for years now, you idiot” she said and he laughed.

“So sweet” he retorted and she laughed.

“But it’s true! I thought I was so obvious!”

“If I knew I wanted me too I would’ve done it sooner” he said before leaning in and pressing another kiss to her lips.

“Well maybe I should’ve said it sooner”

“Well, we can change that now, but I can take you on a date as soon as we get back and your feet is a bit better”

“Or we can just ignore my feet and go!”

“Not a chance, we can hang out at my place or yours and then go out”

“Sounds pretty nice”

“Then it’s settled”

“Oh, we have to deal with Peter”

“Hm, we can deal with him tomorrow, yeah? Really don’t want to think about my brother right now” he said pulling her to his chest and she giggled.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t completely fucked as she thought a month ago.

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YOU ASKED FOR GAL THOUGHT SO HERE THEY ARE !!!! you were talking ab new yorker eddie a bit ago and so here's something based on that. concept: post-derry, richie goes to stay w eddie in ny for a while and they go see the rockette christmas spectacular together

HEY @kurtchies I REALLY DIDN'T THINK I WAS GOING TO SQUEEZE THIS IN BEFORE CHRISTMAS WAS OVER SO IS SURE HOPE YOU AREN'T IN A TIME ZONE AHEAD OF ME

Ao3 Link

(also for a person who live in the city the last time I saw the Rockettes I was six and for a MT major I'm awful at describing dancing, so my deepest apologies for ending the one shot prior to Rockettes, please know it is better this way and they really enjoyed the show)

(also also this was written in two hours please be nice to me,,,, as a Christmas present)

New York City and Eddie Kaspbrak are such direct and polar opposites it’s absurdly funny.

Like funnier than anything Richie has ever performed in her entire life even when she was writing her own sets in college funny. (Not that that’s much competition, in her opinion dog shit on the sidewalk is funnier than most of the things she’s ever performed, but that's neither here nor there.)

She wishes she could have seen little eighteen year old Eddie, all fired up on NYU dining hall food and absolutely no recollection of Derry, Maine, realizing just how abhorrent disgusting subway poles were.

As a kid she’d had her heart pretty set on California, the land of stars and movies and soul sucking heat and poverty and drugs- but she would have given that dream up to sleep on Eddie’s dorm room floor and watch the origins of Anti New York New Yorker Eddie form in real time. But that hadn’t fucking happened, becuase of course it hadn’t, because that would have been far too normal for their very fucked existence.

But maybe it's okay, she thinks, because now she gets to experience it while sleeping on the other side of Eddie’s king sized tempurpedic mattress in her brand new studio apartment, waiting for her to get back from her run along Central Park East to drag herself out of bed, because this is nice too.

And, well, it’s still really fucking funny. Because now she gets grumpy old person Eddie, who refuses to take public transport unless it's absolutely necessary but bitches every second she’s forced to drive in the city, and hates when people dodge in front of her car when the walk light isn’t on and then does it herself when she’s walking because she very distinctly refuses to look like a tourist.

Which is only partially why Richie is so desperate to look as much of a tourist as humanly possible.

Only partially, because most of it has to do with how stupid being a toruist actually is; when she drags Eddie across the city to get to the ferry that will take them to Liberty Island it’s not because she’s particularly desperate to meet Lady Liberty, it’s because when Eddie is teasing her over her dumb famous person anti paprazzi sunglasses and baseball cap or informing her of how the Hudson River is literally radioactive or pretending not to laugh at Richie’s jokes about sneaking an up close and personal peek under the Statue of Liberty’s skirt she’s distracted enough that she’s not thinking about her shitstorm of a divorce or job or recent PTSD from a space clown.

Richie’s always been told several times by friends with benefits or partners she didn’t realize she was the mistress of that she was an excellent distraction. Somehow it feels much less depressing to be an excellent distraction for Eddie Kaspbrak.

And, well, she likes spending time with Eddie. Sue her, but all day long walking tours mean she’s trapped with her all day.

(Trapped probably isn’t the right word, considering Eddie’s never once genuinely complained past their legally required banter about hanging out with her.

And was also the one who invited Richie to live in her apartment across the country and asked her out, but it’s not like Richie ever said she didn’t have her own shit to work through.)

She’s got a lot of free time after dropping her entire production team and disappearing off the face of the planet to plan tourist trap outings, and she’s gotten good at it too. If she never regains the urge to give comedy another shot she’s thinking of taking it up professionally. She’s mastered finding city trips that check all the best boxes, dragging grumpy ‘I hate New York’ Eddie all the way to Brooklyn, finding tours or specifically selected restaurants or stores she knows Eddie with like, forcing her to go a million places where both of them know without talking about it that they’ll have a solid guarantee that Myran would be on the opposite end of the city.

The only problem with Richie’s new career path is just that, well, New York City, specially with Eddie ‘Fuck The Subway’ Kaspbrak and a to-do list of every tourist trap ever listed on a ‘top ten things to do in NYC’ list, is a lot of walking.

And Richie’s body was fucked up before a clown dropped her several stories into solid concrete.

She’d been doing so much better, especially after moving in with Eddie who actually made her go to physical therapy and helped her with her stretches and was more than happy to hook her chin over her shoulder and rub warm hands coated in pain relief salve over her hip bones, but, admittedly, Eddie could only do so much for Richie’s own healthy disregard for her own boundaries.

She’d noticed her knee acting up, knew her brace was only doing so much for it when she was dragging Eddie up and down avenues, felt her back starting to seize up, but Richie just didn’t really care.

And then, because she didn’t care when it wasn’t a big deal, she could barely get out of bed for a week.

Eddie’s tried to make it better, her self-inflicted and Eddie-inforced bedrest, and she’s done her very best for sure, but Richie Tozier just isn’t a person who was made to be stationary.

Card games and FaceTimes with the Losers and movies only did so much when she knew that if she wasn’t all broken she may have finally convinced Eddie that ice skating at Rockefeller Center was required for a New York City Christmas not to be garbage or that they were supposed to take the Ferry to Staten Island because Richie had found a Christmas Themed cat cafe. And when Eddie wasn’t in there wasn’t anything keeping her from going on Twitter where and when she could get a play by play of how shit her career was going to be when she finally stopped avoiding it.

The trips hadn’t just been good for distracting Eddie.

It’s been five days and she thinks if her back doesn’t kill her she’ll go stir crazy first, this morning the pain shooting down her back had dulled out, and so her knee had decided had decided to pick up the slack and been wake her up early enough that Eddie hadn’t even been back from her run yet.

Her knee had calmed down considerably in the hour she spent staring at the blurry ceiling light, trying to find the energy to grab her glasses off her bedside table, which is something, at least.

Eddie hadn’t noticed she was awake when she came in, and Richie had honestly been too tired and achy to say much of anything, so she watched her, still blurry, tiptoe through their room for fresh clothes, and then, forty minutes later, she watches her tiptoe back in, hair damp and curly. Her hair has grown a little too long recently, and seeing her scraggly post-shower bangs hanging in her eyes is a better incentive to put on her glasses than she’s had all morning.

Instead she squeezes her eyes shut and pretends she’s still asleep.

The bed dips next to her (all according to plan), Eddie’s palm soft against her forehead as she brushes her hair back.

“G’morning.” She whispers, snapping her eyes open right before Eddie can kiss her forehead to wake her up.

“Dude.” Eddie gasps, like the wind has been sucker punched out of her.

“Sorry.” She snorts, unapologetically, starting to scoot up the headboard before Eddie stops her.

“Wait, let me help-”

“Stop being all worried.” Richie swats away her hands, sliding back down entirely and shoving her arms grumpily over her face.

“I’m not-”

“You so are-” She yanks her arms down, squinting into Eddie’s big, distinctly worried eyes.

“I was going to say I’m not stopping, fuck off.”

She leans over her, scooping her glasses off her bedside table and poking them up her nose, going clear as she presses her shower-warmed-hand to the back of her neck and rubbing gently up and down her neck, from the base of her skull to the top of her spine.

“How ya feeling today?” She asks, suddenly soft, and Richie wants to hate it, the concept of being coddled, but she can’t find it in herself to really care.

“Better. I don’t know. I walked to the bathroom by myself at two in the morning to take a piss like a fucking pro.” Eddie snorts and gives her a cursory round of applause against her thigh so she doesn’t need to move her hand off Richie’s neck.

“How’s your back?”

“God, I feel ancient every time you ask that.” She grumbles, and Eddie digs her fingers in a little, not enough to really hurt, just enough to squeeze.

“Can’t help that one, Grandma.”

“You’re older than me.” She whines, tilting her head in an absent attempt to bite at her wrist.

“By like five months, asshole.”

“Pot kettle!”

“Fuck off, stop avoiding the question.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie squints at her, skeptical, “No, really, it is. Achey as shit but my leg’s the only thing that really hurts today.”

“Well, that's something.” Eddie grumbles, thumb rubbing nervous circles into the crook of her neck, “Feel like you’re gonna get up anytime soon.”

“I am right now. Can’t you see me? Getting up?”

“Oh yeah, you’re doing fantastic, sweetheart.” Richie blows a raspberry at her, keeping her tongue through her teeth as she scoots herself into a far more cohesive sitting position, “Hey, come on, no rush if you’re actually not feeling well, I’m just joking-”

“Can’t let my bones atrophy like my brain, can I, Eds?” She teases, refusing to look down as she slaps around the bed spread in an attempt to grab her hand.

“That’s not what I meant when I said that and you know it, jackass, you’re still healing and there’s a big difference between making sure you don’t make it worse by keeping stationary and overworking yourself.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m still the comedian here, jackass, I’m joking,” She squeezes around her hand, tugging her a little closer, “And this, my love, counts as being all worried.”

“Which is why I said I wasn’t going to stop.” She drags Richie’s hand up to her lips, gentler than she’s pretending to be, and presses a kiss to her knuckles, “So, you’re really feeling better?”

“Sure. Never felt more like a person after the most exhilarating week of my life.”

“Come on, don’t be a baby,” Eddie snorts, pressing another kiss to her hand before dropping it, “If you feel up to a trip to the kitchen I can make breakfast.”

“Well, I was, but maybe I don’t want to now-” Eddie glares down at her and she grins right back up, biting her tongue through the side of her teeth.

“I am going to pour cereal in a bowl and make coffee out of a Keurig. Literally no one could fuck that up.”

“I’m not putting it past Miss Broke Our Toaster with an Eggo Waffle that came with instructions.” Eddie rolls her eyes so hard Richie can only make out the whites and crosses her arms, pushing herself off the bed and heading for the door.

“I guess someone wants unsweetened almond milk in their Cheerios.”

“You wouldn’t.” Richie throws a hand across her forehead as dramatically as possible.

“I would.” Eddie shoots back, just as dramatic.

“Nooo, come on, Eds, light of my life, Spaghetti my love, I was just kidding, please, take pity.”

She gets another all-whites eye roll but when she makes grabby hands toward her Eddie drags her up all the same.

“Are you really feeling better? Like, get out and do something better?” Eddie asks for the ninth time over the course of breakfast, nervously dragging her spoon back and forth through her milk slushed leftover cereal.

“Yes.” Richie leans across the table so quickly she almost upends her half-empty coffee cup in her excitement. Something in her back twinges and she has to swallow back the hiss before Eddie’s eyebrows can get any higher up on her forehead.

“That was so fucking fast I feel like you’re lying.”

“No, come on, I’m not.”

“I’m kidding.” She cracks half a smile and digs into the pocket of her sweatpants, sliding her phone face up across the table with enough force she shuffle-boards the salt shaker partway across the tabletop before toppling it over. Richie snorts, dragging her finger through the spilled salt pile before grabbing Eddie’s phone and unlocking it.

(The password is Richie’s birthday. Something Richie pretends she thinks is very fucking funny to cover up the fact that it makes her embarrassingly homosexual.)

“Holy shit, Eds, really?”

There's a confirmation email, sat starred in the middle of Eddie’s well organized ‘Non-Work, Non-Spam’ email waiting for her. Two absurdly red and green, snowflake themed online tickets to the Radio City Christmas Spectacular.

“Tonight at 8.” Eddie grins into the lip of her water glass like Richie can’t read it, and then, with a level of relatively desperate emphasis, “If you’re feeling up for it.”

“I absolutely fucking am.”

“I just thought, because you’re so bored, stuck sitting in the house, you could spend a couple hours sitting in the theatre? I got a row that has leg room just in case and-”

“It’s perfect.” She tilts her head onto her hand, pouting her lips forward, “Aw, Eds, are you willing to be a tourist for me.”

“Shut the fuck up, you’re ruining the moment, asshole.”

“You love me.” She sing-songs, tilting her head back and forth even though it makes something click at the base of her neck everytime she does it.

“Don’t give yourself that much credit, you- you’re just like…fucking phlegm.”

“I’m like phlegm?” She lets it fell her all the way back in her chair, arms crossed and eyebrows as high as they could get.

“I said what I said.” Eddie crosses her own arms and raises her own eyebrows. A battle of wills, then.

“What the actual fuck does that mean.” She attempts to keep a straight face, but she can’t, the laugh bursts through her almost violently.

“It means you’re annoying and get stuck in my throat no matter what I try to do and get rid of you.”

“Oh, I can get stuck in your throat, baby.” She rocks up from her seat, eyebrows wiggling the best she can.

“You know what,” Eddie reaches across the table to grab her phone, focusing anywhere but Richie which is a sure fire sign she’s about to lose to either her laughter or her fondness any second now, “I bet I could scalp the tickets-”

“Oh come on, admit it, you love me-” She locks her elbows to lean closer over the table, at the same time, like they were connected, her knee starts to burn, and then, buckles entirely, ”Fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Eddie rockets up, any semblance of the bit entirely demolished as she makes her way across the kitchen so fast the rug under Richie’s shins slide crooked.

“I’m fine, Eds.” She groans, planting her hands on the table and forcing herself up, she doesn’t get very far before Eddie jams her hands under her armpits, dragging her the rest of the way back into her chair.

“We really don’t need to go, I can try and shift our tickets-” Eddie’s hands worry over her shoulders, like she doesn’t know what to do or how to help now that she’s seated other than the certainty that she should be doing something. Richie leans against the back of her chair, pinning Eddie’s shaking hands against her own chest with her shoulder blades.

“Fuck you, dude, we’re going.”

“Richie.” Eddie admonishes, but it’s soft and filled with the type of fond amusement she’d been avoiding earlier for the sake of the bit, she’s not trying now.

“Eddie.” She tilts her head all the way back to look at Eddie’s pursed up little face from under her chin, “Come on,” she pries one of Eddie’s hands out and holds it against her chest, batting her eyes so hard she starts tearing up, “For your beloved phlegm?”

Eddie snorts and pokes her in the center of her forehead.

“Fine.”

They’re late, to Eddie’s absolute disgust and horror, despite being the one, in Richie’s opinion, who made them late.

Eddie denies it, of course, because she’s in denial, but Richie’s convinced her only real allergy is to public transportation. It’s either that or she’s in love with a maniac because driving by choice into the heart of Midtown a week before Christmas and then, even worse, having to find parking in a place, apparently, that Eddie ‘trusts’ in the heart of Midtown a week before Christmas is just straight up evil.

She makes Eddie buy her a little Rockette doll with a light up, spinny skirt to make up for her ordeal, and then Venmo's her the cost of it to be an asshole, so she’s off the hook for now. (Not that she really minded in the first place, there is a large part of her heart dedicated to absolutely feral road rage Edith Kaspbrak.)

She feels a little less like a shithead for sending Eddie the money for the toy after they find their seats, she hadn’t been lying about leg room. Richie’s performed Radio City, she barely had leg room on stage, she doesn’t even want to know how much their tickets cost.

“You know, I trained to be a Rockette for like two weeks.” She leans over to prop her chin onto Eddie’s shoulder as soon as they sit down, whispering under the overture they’d interrupted.

“Fuck off, no you didn’t.”

“I did so! When I was in college, I was just too tall.”

“So you super did not do that.”

“Damn,” She flops her head dramatically to her shoulder farthest from Eddie and false-sobs, “Just because I can’t make it up the stairs now she doesn’t believe in my past career as a Rockette. Abelist bitch.”

“I think you were designed by God specifically to kill me.” Eddie sighs, like an I love you. Richie snorts, squeezing her hand hard. The curtain isn’t even fully up before she’s bouncing in her seat like a little kid. For a second, when she glances away from the stage just long enough to shush her even though she hasn’t said anything, Richie feels like she’s eleven again, about to see some movie they aren’t really old enough for at the Aladdin. She almost expects Stan to come scooting down the aisle with popcorn she’ll refuse to share.

But then she blinks and she’s forty-almost-forty-one again, with Eddie’s hand warm in her own, and, in her personal and professional opinion, that’s so much better.

(And, well, Eddie will deny it until she dies, even when the Loser’s blow up her phone, teasing her relentlessly over the selfie Richie sends to their groupchat holding up her program, but sometimes being a tourist with Richie is a million times more fun than being a New Yorker.

So, in her personal and professional opinion, this is better too.)

#fem reddie #reddie #it one shot #fem richie tozier #fem Eddie Kaspbrak #chronic pain #tw Richie makes vaguely derogatory jokes about having chronic pain #Eddie simply loves richie so much

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amedetoiles · 4 years ago

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9, 10, 21!!

9. A Fanon You Disliked

Oh gosh. Too many. But okay, the top of this list currently is the tendency to run away with the idea that Wei Wuxian enjoys living in Gusu / would have absolutely no difficulty living there / considers Gusu his home and could never think or want to live anywhere else. I have come to dislike it so much that I have a visceral reaction every time I come across it in fic and inevitably close out of it. I readily admit that I am being petty about this, but come on!

It’s really sweet that we all want Wei Wuxian to find a place of safety and comfort in Lan Wangji. He definitely deserves that after everything he’s been through! But Lan Wangji ascribes very readily and stubbornly to his own brand of rules which simply isn’t true for the rest of the Lan sect. While the newer generation of juniors may be a lot more liberal, openminded, and tolerant due to Lan Wangji’s influence and a childhood that was not wrought by war and murder, 99.9% of the sect is still very much a stuffy place with no drinking allowed, three thousand rules, mourning white robes, and bland herbal foods with no spice. Basically the polar opposite of everything Wei Wuxian is as a person and all the things he enjoys.

I’m not saying that Wei Wuxian can’t be happy there! He can! While I have very loud and specific feelings about where I personally want Wangxian to live their happily ever after, there’s of course something to be said about Wei Wuxian always managing to find happiness no matter the circumstances. I just don’t think it would be easy. Wei Wuxian is loud, unorthodox, entirely uncaring of the rules if he doesn’t believe in them, and wears black like the ridiculous teenage punk goth that he is. Plus, it’s got to be awkward for the Lan disciples whose family members were killed at Nightless City to then have the man responsible wandering around their home because he’s sleeping with the heir to their sect. They literally carved Fuck You Wei Wuxian on their sacred rock! None of this translates to a very easy and smooth living situation. Not to mention that Lan Wangji also has a pretty complicated relationship with his own sect. I would be much more into the Gusu endgame if these things were readily explored. It’s so much more interesting that way.

10. Favourite Fanfic Set-Up

Obviously anything involving Yunmeng bros reconciliation because I am softhearted and predictable. I am particularly fond of Jiang Cheng neurotically wedding planning his way into reconciling with his brother. Or the several thousand different ways Jin Ling traps his uncles into reconciling. I also have a very soft spot for Jiang Cheng time travel fix-its because I find it funny how stressed he would be about messing up and erasing Jin Ling from existence. Anyway, there’s something about Yunmeng bros going out of their way to make large sweeping complicated gestures of love instead of, you know, actually talking to each other. Love that for them.

21. A Fanon You Like

Everybody lives at Lotus Pier endgame!!!!!!! Granted, I personally maintain that this is canon because I have priorities. But Wei Wuxian being a senior member of the Jiang sect. Wei Wuxian teaching the Jiang disciples. Wei Wuxian’s bedroom refreshed and completely unchanged down to the drawing carved on his bed frame even after thirteen / sixteen years because a certain sect leader is the biggest emotional hoarder you could possibly be. Jiang Cheng hissing in irritation but never actually doing anything to stop it when Wei Wuxian obnoxiously takes over his desk and office. Reinstatement of chaotic Jiang lake parties. Basically, any and all variation of Wei Wuxian gets to be home in Lotus Pier in real life and not just in his dreams. I know a timeshare between Gusu and Yunmeng is probably more realistic, but I don’t care, I’m going to enjoy what I enjoy dammit!

Other things I love: Lan Wangji playing Inquiry for the entire duration Wei Wuxian is dead. Jin Guangyao genuinely and sincerely loving Jin Ling, Qin Su, and the Nies, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from making the choices that he did. There’s probably more but I’m bad at remembering what is fanon and what is canon, lol.

the untamed / mdzs ask game

#陈情令 #the untamed #mdzs #mdzs meta #yunmeng shuangjie #wangxian #[ ask eve ]#anonymous

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cherdream · 4 years ago

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blue bird+renjun

synopsis: the budding friendship of renjun and y/n who seem to be polar opposites.

genre: fluff + angst

warning: mention and acts of abuse (i’ll make a note before and after the scene!)

a/n: i hope everyone’s okay and signing petitions! i’ve also missed a bunch of the dream member’s birthdays because i haven’t been motivated to write anything and post. again please sign petitions, wear masks, and stay safe!

UPDATE: will not be getting a sequel. i apologize for the request.

“stop acting like you understand me,” you yell at the slender boy.

“that’s because you’re not letting me,” he yells back.

“renjun don’t you know how not to be nosy,” you ask, seething.

“it’s not being nosy it’s called i don’t want you to go through all this alone,” renjun replies.

“even if i told you, you wouldn’t understand.”

“and why is that?”

“because god damn it, renjun you’re a golden child. a damn prince and i’m someone my family could care less about. an angel and a devil aren’t meant to understand each other,” you yell leaving the boy flabbergasted as you walk away.

***

“mother,” renjun calls out as he arrives home for winter break.

“oh my, i see my baby has grown a bit,” his mother comes to hug him.

“you’re just being nice. my height has remained the same for a whole year already,” he replies hugging her back.

“how’s y/n?” she asks causing renjun to pause for a moment.

“is it possible for parents to not love their own child?” he asks as he takes off his coat.

“i’m sure most parents love their child but there are some that don’t. why? did something happen?” she asks with a worried look.

“no nothing happened. i’ll go wash up,” he replies with a faint smile and takes his suitcase to his room.

***

“i don’t really see why you had the audacity to come back home,” says a woman.

“the academy told me i had to come home mother,” you reply as you stare down at your feet.

“we pay so much for your tuition and yet they can’t let you stay there for break?”

“it seems so.”

“just get out of my sight and stay in your room like you always do,” your so called mother says in annoyance as she lights a cigarette.

“yes mother,” you reply in a monotone voice as you quietly walk upstairs to your room.

***

“oh we’re having hot pot?” renjun asks as he comes downstairs for dinner.

“of course, it’s your favorite after all i haven’t seen you for awhile,” his mother says.

“when’s dad coming back from his business trip?” he asks as he sits down at the table.

“in three days,” she replies as she plates some food for him.

“thanks and you need to eat too,” renjun chuckles as he takes the plate.

“my son needs to gain some weight and grow up strong,” she replies with adoration.

***

“miss can i come in?” a maid asks as she knocks on your bedroom door.

“is it dinner?” you ask.

“yes.”

“then come in.”

the maid quietly walks in and places the food on a table then quickly walks out.

you roll off your bed and sit yourself down at the table.

“they always forget i’m allergic to peanuts,” you mutter as you notice the cake topped with them.

the loud chatter of the floor below could be heard as the rest of the family enjoy dinner together.

“brother must be home too,” you say to yourself as you pick at your food.

***

you ignored all the messages renjun would text you during winter break which led to renjun having a whole conversation with himself as he wonders why you became so enraged that day.

winter break finally came to an end leaving both you and renjun to start packing for the academy once again.

***

“the miss is leaving today madam,” the maid informs your mother.

“didn’t i tell you not to report useless things to me?” she asks in annoyance.

“i finally have a few days left of my break without her being home,” a young male says as he focuses on his game.

“we should have sent her out of the country for schooling,” she sighs.

“father said she’d might be in trouble if she went by herself.”

“your father has always been soft-hearted.”

you try your best to carry your suitcase without making any noise but it was no use.

“can’t you be more quiet!” your mother scolds.

“sorry,” you say as you heave your suitcase down the stairs, but another thud could be heard.

[act of abuse ahead]

as if already knowing what was to occur next, you shut your eyes tightly as a hand lands harshly on your cheek.

“such a nuisance,” your mother says, as she grabs your hair and pulls you down to the floor.

the beating continues as you try to protect your face, which angers your mother more as she grabs hold of them and throws your body towards the floor once more. opening your teary eyes you see a blurry vision of your brother’s shoes. your eyes meet a amused expression on your brother’s face as your hair gets pulled by your mother. you could no longer hear clearly what she was yelling about. eventually you stopped crying and became numb to the seemingly never ending smacks.

[scene ends]

***

“mother i’m leaving,” renjun says as he puts on his shoes.

“wait take some food with you,” his mother frantically says as she hands him a lunch box, “did you make sure you didn’t forget anything?”

“yes i made sure,” renjun chuckles and gives her hug before leaving for the train.

as he walks to the railroad center he checks his phone to see if you’ve replied only for him to see that you’ve left him on read.

renjun: hey i’ll be taking the 6AM train tomorrow in case you wanted to meet. i have seat 20.

[read]

***

the train arrives at your stop causing renjun to look outside the window for you, but to his dismay he doesn’t find you as the train starts to leave the station. until he hears someone plop down in the seat next to him.

“y/n!” he exclaims with a wide smile until he sees your bruises, “did she hit you again?’

“i just got assigned to this seat coincidentally,” you say, ignoring the question he asked.

“alright, i won’t pry it out of you, but i’m always available to talk,” he smiles, “also at least let me treat the bruises.”

you don’t say anything which prompts renjun to treat them anyway. his fingers gently apply the medicine, trying not to hurt you.

the train ride remained silent for awhile until renjun breaks it by saying, “i’m sorry. are you ignoring me.”

you simply reply with a hum.

“y/nnnnn,” he whines.

“shut up,” you reply, glaring out him which causes him to pout.

“it’s fine,” you nonchalantly say.

“really?”

“yes,” you frustratingly reply.

“good, did you bring lunch?” he asks taking out his lunch box.

“no.”

“alright we’re sharing then.”

“there’s only one chopstick.”

“i knew you wouldn’t bring lunch, so i, of course, brought an extra one,” he replies showing off another pair of utensils.

“why are you smiling like that, but thanks,” you tease.

“hey!” he exclaims causing you to laugh a little.

***

“tell me again why your friends with y/n,” a young male asks renjun as they walk to their next class.

“because she’s a nice person,” he says.

“well it seems like your her only friend,” the boy replies as he notices you alone in the school garden.

“yeah.”

“hey, you’re y/n right?” renjun’s friend asks as he walks up to you.

“yeah why?” you ask, confused as to why the boy’s talking to you.

“i’m chenle. renjun seems to think you’re nice,” chenle smiles.

“oh.”

“hey leave her alone. she’s shy,” renjun says as he tries to take chenle away.

“why? i wanna know why you think she’s nice,” he says, shoving renjun’s arm away.

“we’re going to be late. let’s just go,” he pleads.

you close the book you’re reading and walk away before saying, “i don’t think i’m nice. so there’s nothing for me to explain.”

***

“y/n?” renjun asks as he approaches a figure in the school’s greenhouse.

“hey,” you reply.

“it’s late,” he says as he seats himself down next to you.

“then why are you here?”

“something’s been bothering me lately.”

“what is it then.”

“what’s really going on in your family?” renjun finally asks as he makes eye contact with you.

“i wouldn’t consider them family,” you sigh, “you heard of my brother right?”

“yeah the genius of the l/n family.”

“well that’s the problem,” you gaze up at the stars.

“is it because you’re not like him?” he asks as he continues to look at you.

“bingo!” you smile.

“y/n...”

“look renjun i’m okay with it. i know i’m not good enough for them. i lost the desire to be loved.”

for some reason it hurt renjun to hear those words from you, “i think you deserve to be loved,” he says.

“hmm?”

“everyone deserves to be loved, but most of all you do. i know i have no say in your life because of how loving my parents are and i know i won’t understand what you have to go through but...” he looks away from your gaze as he stops his sentence.

“but what? don’t leave me hanging,” you jokingly say making the boy a little flustered.

“i’ll give you all the love your family couldn’t provide,” he finally says after a moment of silence.

“and why is that?” you sigh.

“because you don’t see yourself the way i see you. you’re a good person and you’re important to me.”

“if you phrase it like that i can’t really refute it, can i?” you smile.

“i won’t let you either way,” he says with hands at his waist as if he’s mad.

***

“please stop,” a blonde girl whimpers as she falls to the ground.

“i don’t want to. it’s funny seeing you scared,” a brunette says as she looks down at the girl.

“why are they so loud,” you mutter to yourself as you try to read your book.

the rest of the girls surround their victim as they burst into laughter.

“say belle, why do you think everyone hates you?” the brunette teases.

belle doesn’t respond.

“because you’re useless and a good for nothing,” the brunette answers herself while the rest of her friends laughing along.

“how annoying,” you say.

“what?” the brunette says as she glares at you.

“aren’t you the good for nothing?” you ask, closing your book with a sigh.

“who do you think you are?” she seethes.

“i’m just saying you’re a good for nothing because who spends time bullying other people. shouldn’t you get a hobby or something? boxing could help with your frustration, you know?” you say walking up to her.

“i remember! you’re the girl from the l/n family.”

“what about it?”

“then shouldn’t you be the good for nothing?” she mocks as her friends snicker as you pick the girl up, “don’t you feel bad for your parents? they have such an amazing son but ended up with another child that isn’t a genius like him. doesn’t that hurt your mother’s pride, having a useless daughter. isn’t that why they never visit you when you’re at school?”

“well aren’t you annoying,” you sigh with no change to your expressionless face.

“why you little-” she says as she slaps you across the face.

the loud sound of the impact startles the other students.

you could feel the pain stinging at your cheek and for some reason you lose it as you pull the girl by her hair. someone leaves to get the dean while the others try to stop the fight.

***

“isn’t that y/n?” chenle asks as he notices a familiar figure.

“huh?” renjun replies as he looks at where chenle’s facing and is left befuddled as to why you were with the dean and gen.

“i heard gen and y/n got into a fight,” a girl whispers to her friend as they walk past renjun.

***

as you exit the principal’s office with your parents you notice renjun waiting near the door. you give him a glance, silently telling him not to talk to you since your mother was here and was already mad enough. you give him a little smile telling him that you’re okay.

renjun has no choice, but to leave. he never met your parents until today. he could notice the cold presence your mother exudes as she sends him a glare.

***

the next day, news went around at the academy that you got suspended as you refused to apologize to gen. therefore, you packing your bags didn’t surprise renjun, however, you started to avoid him and he didn’t understand why.

***

the day after, you finished packing everything from your dormitory before the rest of the students woke up, as you didn’t want to say goodbye to renjun.

***

renjun wakes up a little bit early today as he’s expecting a letter from his mother, so he hurries down to the school’s mail office. excitedly opening his mailbox, the first letter he sees has your name plastered on it. confused and worried at the same time, he hurriedly opens your letter.

dear renjun,

you’ve been the first true friend i’ve made, though it took awhile for me to open up. i know that you wouldn’t understand my family situation, but despite that you chose to stay with me and try to lighten my mood. you became a sense of comfort.

renjun clenches the letter in his hand and runs out the place in hopes of being able to say a goodbye.

you made me believe in things i didn’t believe in. you made me realize that someone is willing to stay with me. that someone would hold me in their arms when i cry. tell me everything will be okay, and that i’m worthy of my existence. unfortunately, it’s been decided by my parents that i’ll be studying aboard from now on. when i’ll be coming back is something i don’t know either.

he sees you loading your boxes into the car near the school entrance. sprinting to the entrance, you can be seen entering the car. renjun runs as fast as he can but before he gets there your car has already started driving away.

but thank you for all the times you’ve checked up on me. for treating my wounds both the physical and emotional ones. simply being my friend made a big impact on my life. it made me look forward to going back to the academy. something about that stupid positivity of yours and your constant attempts to make a joke made my heart warm.

not giving up, renjun continues to chase after you. thunder could be heard as it signals future rainfall, but he refuses to give up chasing after his friend.

i’m sorry for not being able to do the same and for not being able to repay you back for all those fond memories and pretty laughters. i only wish the best for you. for the first person i’ve learned to love and value close to my heart.

***

“do you want to stop the car?” your father says, signaling to the figure of renjun running in the rain after your car.

“no,” you reply, closing the window as another loud “stop” could be heard from your friend.

you couldn’t say a farewell to your friend, your heart just couldn’t handle it.

***

as renjun witnesses the car continuously getting smaller and smaller in the distance, his legs give out and his breathe struggles for air. coming to a stop, he breathes heavily as rain continues to pour down on him.

i promise i’ll see you again in the future. i don’t break promises, renjun. it’s your choice to wait for me or to forget me, but for me i would always remember you as my first friend and my haven.

thank you,

your friend, y/n

#renjun drabbles #renjun #nct renjun #renjun au #renjun angst #renjun fluff #nct dream renjun #nct dream fanfic #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #nct dream drabbles #renjun blurb #renjun blurbs #renjun x reader #nct dream x reader #renjun headcanons

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years ago

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We’ll Be Okay

Football jock Mark! X Reader

Genre: Angst (warning) Somewhat of a toxic relationship, insecurities

Word Count: 5.9K

Summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend Mark has been on the rocks lately and you’ve been hearing rumors about him cheating on you. Instead of confronting him on your own, you and your best friend Youngjae attempt to catch him in the act at a college party but things don’t go as expected and you’re given the ultimatum to finally end your toxic relationship or continue allowing Mark to take advantage of your love for him.

A/N: Every time I listen to Psycho by Red velvet I wan’t to write an imagine but a storyline never came to me and I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for months (Top Red Velvet song in my opinion don’t @ me) So yeah this is what came out of it I don’t feel as proud of this one as I do my other stories so please go easy one me (honestly this is so messy but whatever) please enjoy! (By the way #teamyoungjae hahahaha)

What should I do about you? I haven't felt this way Up and down a lot I can't control myself One thing is for sure I don't play the game People say we're so weird I just like you so much You know it so well and control me So do I We're in a very weird and strange relationship We crush each other (Crush) And hug each other (And hug) You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho People keep telling us As we fight like it's our last But then we get along They don't get it It's so funny

You knew you shouldn’t have been there. There was nothing you hated more in life than attending college parties. You never found the point in them, but you had a reason for going to this specific one and you wanted nothing more than to find what you’ve came for and then leave. There was a rumor going around school that your boyfriend Mark was secretly fooling around with one of the girls in your science class. You never wanted to be an insecure and easily jealous girlfriend nor did you want to assume the rumors were true without talking to Mark, but you couldn’t help as if there was something he was hiding from you.

Toxic was the best word to describe your relationship. He had a tendency to make rash decisions without putting anyone’s feelings in to consideration. Your boyfriend also had a very bad temper and would lash out on you over the smallest things. The two of you have been fighting almost every other day for the last month and it was coming to the point where you wondered if you should just call it quits on your relationship entirely. He claimed you were too needy and over expectant of his attention, but whenever you’d stay away from him to give him his space he claimed to need so much, he’d come running back to you less than a day later.

Deep down you knew it wasn’t healthy in a relationship to argue and to lack trust in one another, but you couldn’t picture life without Mark. He was all your heart knew and craved for the last three years. You knew you deserved better, but you didn’t want anyone else. Mark was it for you. Your friends began to pull you on the side and begged you to leave him. It was obvious your relationship was taking a negative toll on both your mental and physical health. Not only were you drastically losing weight and your eyes were always red and puffy from what they assumed were the cause of tears, but your smile no longer reached your eyes like it used to, you always seemed so out of it whenever someone would talk to you and you found yourself cancelling on plans simply because you didn’t have the energy nor desire to go out.

Tonight was the first night in weeks that you found yourself getting ready for an event and it wasn’t even one you were particularly excited to be going to. When you told your best friend Youngjae about your assumptions that Mark was cheating on you, he was quick to suggest that the two of you go to where he knew he could find Mark on a Friday night.

You and your boyfriend were polar opposites. He was the typical football captain; extremely outgoing and friendly to each and everyone that he met. You on the other hand were the definition of an introvert. You were also quite the bookworm and never really interacted with anyone other than your small group of friends unless you really had to. How the two of you ended up together was a mystery to everyone; even to you sometimes. However, when the two of you were paired up for a science project back in your freshman year, you found yourself spending most of your time with him and it didn’t take long for either of you to develop feelings for one another.

When he confessed his feelings for you and asked you on a date during one of your study sessions, you were hesitant on taking things further with him. Mark was notorious for being a player. Although you weren’t one to get involved in the drama that went around campus, it was hard not to hear all about his dating history and how he slept with almost half of the girls at your university. You didn’t want to allow yourself to get hurt by him, no matter how attractive and charming he was. Nor did you want to have to change anything about yourself to impress him or to be what you considered good enough for him. But you couldn’t help yourself.

Mark Tuan was a drug, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t addicted.

He was both shocked and relieved when you told him you felt the same and he was quick to kiss you before you could finish your confession. In the beginning of your relationship, Mark was nothing short of a gentleman to you. He never failed to remind you how much he loved and adored you on a daily basis and he would constantly tell you that he thought the world of you. Sometimes you felt as if he was only dating you out of pity and you knew he could get anyone he wanted, so you never really understood why he was settling for you. He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do, but he also didn’t stop doing things just because the two of you were dating.

When you and Mark first started dating, he spent every moment of his free time with you. If he wasn’t at practice or in class, he was at your apartment, lazing around with you. Of course, there were days where both of your schedules would collide and you weren’t able to see one another but that didn’t stop him from calling and texting you to see how your day was going and to let you know that he missed you. Everything seemed to be going just fine between the two of you for the last three years. Sure, like most relationships you had your fair share of disagreements; but it was never nothing that you couldn’t handle.

It wasn’t until just a few months ago that Mark grew distant towards you. He began contacting you less and started to come up with excuses as to why he couldn’t spend time with you. As captain of the football team, you knew he had many responsibilities he had to take care of and he had a lot of people depending on him to make sure your university’s football team made it to state finals. But when you found out that he was still attending parties and going out to bars and clubs with some of his teammates, you couldn’t help the green monster on your back telling you that there was someone else.

The first time you confronted him, you both got in to one of your biggest arguments together as a couple which led you to stay away from him for a few days. Many mean things were said to one another and he even threatened to end your relationship but he never went through with it. A week after the fight, he came over to your apartment at 2:30 in the morning begging for you to forgive him and that he promised to do better.

Unfortunately, he was all talk and no action. More and more arguments arose and he even tried to accuse you of cheating on him. You never understood where it all went wrong. When things were good between the two of you, then you could forget all about how cold he could be sometimes and the idea of him fooling around with someone would be pushed to the back of your mind. But when things got bad, they got real bad. Your boyfriend was completely aware of how insecure you could be sometimes and he did whatever he could to instill it in your mind that you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on and not only were you extremely smart and had one of the kindest personalities, but he loved every single thing about you.

When he began using your insecurities and self doubts against you, that’s when you knew he was no longer the same man you fell in love with three years ago. You felt crazy for putting yourself through this rollercoaster of a relationship and you knew that you were stupid for allowing this toxicity to continue.

“Are you sure he’s here Youngjae? We’ve been going in circles for the last twenty minutes and I have yet to see him. Maybe we should go.” The older boy released a frustrated sigh before grabbing two beers out of the makeshift cooler in the kitchen sink and handed one over to you.

Out of all of your friends, you were the closest with Youngjae. He knew you like the back of his hand. Other than Mark, Youngjae was one of the only people who held any meaning to you. He was very vocal about how much he disliked your boyfriend and how he knew you deserved way better than Mark. However, he also knew of how much a pushover you were and how you always tried to find the good in people. No matter how many times he and your two other friends BamBam and Yugyeom would try to talk you in to breaking up with Mark, you just couldn’t find it in you to go along with it. Sure, there were a couple of rumors now surrounding your boyfriend, but you weren’t going to give up on him until you saw for yourself that the rumors were true.

“I really don’t want to put any kind of negative images in your head, but there are a couple of rooms in this house and people are known to hook up at parties like these—“ Youngjae stopped talking mid-sentence the minute he saw tears build up at the corner of your eyes. Being the number one person you ran to when things were rough with Mark, Youngjae grew accustomed to seeing you try and conceal the fact that you were on the verge of crying. He hated it. He hated knowing the pain that Mark put you through and he hated knowing that you were willing to do anything and everything for your boyfriend even if it was obvious that he wouldn’t do the same for you.

“Y/n, please don’t cry. We’ll find him, I’m sure he’s playing beer pong with Jackson or something—“ you shook your head in disagreement before giving him a sad smile.

“We came here for a reason Youngjae. I wouldn’t have came here if I didn’t think there was a chance he was having an affair. It’s my fault for not having the courage to tell him of my worries—“

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for anything negative that happens in your relationship with that asshole. Do you hear me? Look at you y/n! This relationship is killing you! You shouldn’t even have to feel as if he might be cheating on you. I’m sure he hears the rumors himself and as your boyfriend, he should reassure you that there’s nothing going on. Especially because he knows of your insecurities. I hate him, so much and I hate that you continue to allow him to do this to you. You’re always at his beck and call y/n and look, you changed yourself into the person you said you’d never be. All for someone who couldn’t give less of a shit about you—“

“Will you shut the fuck up? You know nothing of y/n and I’s relationship. What are you even doing here y/n? You hate these parties.” Your boyfriend’s face seemed to soften at the sight of you but soon turned in to a scowl when he noticed Youngjae’s grip on your arm. The two of them never got along. None of your friends approved of your relationship with Mark and Mark hated the idea of you having male friends. You had a huge feeling things weren’t going to end well and you wanted nothing more than to go back home and pretend like none of this happened. The sarcastic laugh that fell from Youngjae’s lips sent chills down your spine. Anyone who knew Youngjae knew of how much of a happy-go-lucky person he was. He was always so nice to everyone and just like you, he believed everyone had some kind of good in them. That applied to everyone but your boyfriend and Youngjae was willing to fight anyone if it meant protecting your happiness.

“Well when she hears rumors that her oh so dreamy football captain boyfriend is cheating on her, she has to come and see so for herself because our words are never enough for her anymore. She doesn’t believe anything anyone says whenever it comes to your punk ass. How does it feel huh? Taking advantage of such a genuine and golden-hearted human being? She’s been crying over you for the last week because you’ve been such a fucking asshole towards her. So where have you been all this time lover boy? Loving up on someone else? Did you have to come downstairs for a quick break or something? I wouldn’t be surprised; you’ve never had a clean track record. What? Is y/n easy to you? Is that why you continue to break her fucking heart like it’s a toy? It’s because you know that she’d do anything for you isn’t it? You never loved her, you loved her body! The attention she gives you, the fact that you can change her in to anyone you want her to be. I knew you were pathetic, but God, I didn’t know you were the kind of person to do such a thing to someone you mean everything to. Y/n is such a wonderful person and you are the biggest piece of shit to exist. Why don’t you do all of us a favor and give her up already, I’m sure you can’t wait to get her off your hands anyway—“

The loud crack sound echoed throughout the room and if people weren’t already looking from the argument going on between your best friend and your boyfriend, then they were sure to be looking now hearing how loud the punch Mark sent against Youngjae’s jaw was. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. No matter how angry Mark could get, he would never resolve to violence and even if he despised Youngjae, he knew to never lay a hand on him.

“Mark what the fuck—“ before you could even process the entire situation going on in front of you, Youngjae threw himself towards your boyfriend and began punching him repeatedly. You felt as if you were about to throw up.

“Stop it! Get off of him! Youngjae please, that’s enough! Mark, stop it! Someone please help!” A few more punches were thrown, more so from Mark but you didn’t care who did what, you just wanted them off of each other or you were sure police were going to get involved. Once Mark’s friend Jackson came and pulled him off of Youngjae, you let out a sigh of relief and absentmindedly reached for his hand and attempted to lead him out of the house. However, the grip on your waist ultimately prevented you from taking any step further.

“Baby—please. Let me explain—you know it’s not true—y/n please—“ you found yourself cringing at the freshly forming bruise on his jaw but you couldn’t feel an ounce of remorse for him. If anything, it was Youngjae that you felt bad for. He came specifically as moral support but ended up with a black eye; all because of you. You yanked his arm from off of your hip and continued to make your way out of the house. His pained expression was now burned in to your mind and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and pull him in to your embrace; but he wasn’t the victim in this situation. You knew you’d have to deal with him sooner or later, but all you wanted to do was go home and take care of Youngjae.

As soon as you got in to your car and made sure Youngjae was buckled up, you drove straight to your apartment with the intent of cleaning him up and putting ice on his eye. The car ride was quiet for the most part; neither of you knew what to say and your thoughts were filled with the events that just happened to really hold a conversation with the boy next to you. However, you felt like you had to apologize for the trouble you caused Youngjae and thanked him profusely for defending you and doing whatever he could to protect you.

“Youngjae, I’m so sorry—“ he reached over the gear shift and gently squeezed your thigh to reassure you he was fine.

“Don’t apologize, I’m the one who egged him on. If anything, I should apologize to you. I didn’t mean to start such a scene and practically embarrass you. I don’t regret punching him though, he deserved worse. I’d take a thousand punches for you, you know that.” You gave him a sad smile before returning your attention back to the road. As soon as you pulled up to your parking structure and made your way up in to your apartment, you had Youngjae sit on the couch while you got him an ice pack and your first aid kit from the bathroom.

“So what are you going to do?” You handed him the ice pack before cleaning out his cut with alcohol. Hearing him hiss at how painful it was made you feel bad. He wouldn’t have been put in this situation if you just confronted Mark on your own.

“I don’t know honestly. I’m gonna need some time away from him, that’s for sure.” The laugh of disbelief that fell from his lips didn’t shock you. You knew you’d hear Mark out sooner or later and it didn’t take a genius to know that Youngjae wasn’t going to agree with your decision.

“Y/n, tonight should’ve been your wake up call. You should pick up your phone and break up with him right now! Are you kidding me? You had no clue that he was going to that party and we don’t know exactly where he was the entire time. You’re insane you know that? Completely psycho. Who in their right mind would allow this kind of treatment to continue? Please y/n, let him go. I hate seeing what this relationship is doing to you! It’s tearing you apart. I can’t witness this go on any longer.”

“But Youngjae—I love him.”

There was nothing else he could say or do to get you to change your mind. Those three words got him to shut up completely. He knew you loved Mark; you wouldn’t continue to stay in a relationship with him if you didn’t. However, he didn’t know if he could say the same thing for your boyfriend. If he really loved you, he wouldn’t be treating you the way he’s been for the last month. The distance between the two of you would bother him and the thought of you hurting alone should’ve awoken something inside of him. There was nobody in this world that would take care of Mark and treat him the way that you did. Your best friend didn’t want you to continue to give Mark the world on a silver platter when he couldn’t even give you a second of his time.

“Fuck, I really wish you didn’t. Damnit y/n, when will you wake up and realize that asshole isn’t good enough for you? How long are you going to keep up this unhealthy relationship? You’re going to end up in the hospital sooner or later at the rate you’re going.” You shrugged indifferently.

“Youngjae, I know you want nothing but the best for me and I’m very appreciative for how much you love and care for me. But I think that’s enough for tonight. I just really want to go to sleep.” He released a frustrated sigh before standing up and pulling you in to his embrace. You couldn’t help but tear up at the way he was holding you. Youngjae was the older brother you never had but always wanted. He always took such great care of you and did whatever he could to make you happy. You never argued with Youngjae once in your ten years of friendship until you started dating Mark. Although you knew he was right most of the time, you hated hearing him degrade your boyfriend and talk so negatively about him when he barely knew him. But then again, did you even really know Mark? Or was the person you thought you knew all a facade?

“You’re right, lets get you to bed.” The next morning, Youngjae was no where to be found, but the note that was left on your kitchen counter answered a few of your questions for you. You understood that he had every right to be upset with you, knowing that you were going to allow Mark to explain himself even if he didn’t deserve you. Deep down, he was aware that you were going to take him back even if you were to find out that he’s been cheating. Youngjae was sure that Mark could kill somebody right in front of you and you’d still stick by his side no matter what. Your boyfriend could do no wrong in your eyes.

When you read that Youngjae needed some time to accept your decision, you teared up at the idea of Youngjae staying away from you. You felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. By choosing Mark, you were pushing away Youngjae and if you thought with your mind; you’d give up on Mark completely if it meant having peace with your best friend. Why was your heart stronger than your mind? Why did you find pleasure in pain?

Mark did whatever he could to try and get in touch with you. You checked your phone every single day for the last week and your inbox only grew more as the days went by. You had at least 100 text messages, 56 missed calls and 25 voicemails. You didn’t dare to read or listen to any message. You weren’t mentally prepared to talk to him and find out why he’s been acting the way he has been for a while. You were tired and the longer you stayed away from him, the more you were getting used to his absence. When you returned back to work exactly a week after the fiasco that went down at the party, you weren’t mentally prepared to socialize with people and you wished you asked your boss to give you a couple more days off so that you could gain back a little bit more of your sanity.

Although working in a coffee shop was an ideal job for most college students, you didn’t feel like dealing with customers at all today. The day seemed to go by so slowly and your face was hurting with how many fake smiles you forced yourself to put on. You were fifteen minutes away from the end of your shift and you couldn’t have been more excited. You wanted nothing more than to go home and continue to wallow in self pity. Since it was slow, your boss had you go and wipe down the tables before you were finished and it was like a breath of fresh air for you.

As you were wiping down the last table, the door opened and you greeted the person without seeing who it was. You smelled him before you saw him. The Versace cologne that you bought him for his birthday last year was strong and overpowered the pungent scent of coffee. You gave yourself a few seconds to prepare your heart from seeing him again. You knew you’d have to face him one of these days, but you didn’t think you’d see him so soon. When you finally turned around, you felt your heart sink at the sight of him. Although it’s only been a week, his appearance changed completely.

The bruise on his jaw was still faintly there, both his eyes and his cheeks were swollen and puffy, his lips were chapped, his skin was paler than usual and his posture was so weak and frail. Was your absence affecting him that much? You didn’t think you meant all that much to him but seeing him so fragile made your stomach drop. Your eyes landed on the bouquet of flowers he was so desperately trying to hide behind his back and you couldn’t stop the small smile that began prying at your lips when he handed them to you.

“Hey.” You thanked him politely while taking the mixture of roses and sunflowers.

“Hi.” The two of you stood there awkwardly and he began to lean back and forth earning himself a little giggle.

“Can we talk?” You took in a deep breath before nodding in agreement. Although you weren’t exactly ready to head him explain himself, you were dying to know why he’s been acting so suspicious and you wanted him to shut down the rumors.

“I finish in ten if you don’t mind waiting.” He was quick to agree and took a seat at one of the tables as you returned back to work. You decided to watch him from afar as you finished up the rest of your responsibilities and quietly laughed to yourself as he began to fiddle with his fingers. You’ve been with Mark long enough to know what each of his mannerisms meant. Whenever he would play with his fingers, you knew it was because he was nervous and needed a distraction from his thoughts. Once you were finished, you clocked out and grabbed your things before making your way to him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Mark hesitantly reaching out for your bag; something he normally did whenever he came to pick you up from work. You found it cute how he seemed so worried but he had every reason to be. He didn’t know what you were thinking and he was afraid that you finally came to the realization that you no longer wanted to be with him.

Mark was selfish. He knew he was being such an asshole to you and deep down he was aware that you could do so much better than him; but he couldn’t let you go. He was stubborn and loved you with every fiber of his being. Your boyfriend was going to do and say everything he could to get you to forgive him and to prove to you that he was worthy of your love. You allowed him to grab your things and walked right behind him to his car. He helped you open your door and you thanked him quietly before getting settled inside.

“Um—my place or yours?” You thought about it for a few seconds before speaking up.

“Mine. Just in case things go south, I can just kick you out.” He had to stifle back a laugh but returned back to his sullen expression and drove. Mark plugged in his phone and put on the playlist he made especially for you of songs that reminded him of you. You playfully rolled your eyes at the idea of him trying to lift your spirits and stared out of the window as Billie Eilish began to sound off through the speakers. You could tell there was a lot on his mind and that there were quite a lot of things he wanted to say, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing and scaring you away before he could apologize completely.

You surprised both yourself and your boyfriend when your hand reached out for the one he wasn’t using to drive and intertwined your fingers together. A smile made it’s way on your face when you saw his breath hitch at your touch and you brought his hand up to your lips and placed a gentle kiss there.

“Mark.” He hummed in curiosity before grazing his thumb against your wrist.

“Yes baby?”

“We’re going to be okay.” He squeezed your hand all but gently before agreeing.

“Hell yeah we will. You and I are endgame y/n. Don’t ever forget it.”

When he parked in his usual parking stall and got out of the car to help you out of your seat, he took no time and pulling you in his embrace and connected your lips together in a very passionate and long awaited kiss. His lips were rough but still fit perfectly with yours. Your hands made their way around his neck while his gripped at your ass all but gently as he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, nonverbally asking for entrance. Before things could get too hot and heavy, you pulled away and placed your head against his chest.

“I’m sorry for staying away for so long.” He shook his head in disagreement although if he had it his way, the two of you would’ve made up the morning after the incident.

“You needed your space, I understand. Let’s head upstairs.” He intertwined your hands together and had you lead him towards your apartment. As soon as the two of you made your way inside, you looked for a place to put your flowers while he took a seat on your couch. Once you put your bouquet in a vase, you found your place next to him on the couch and allowed him to speak when he felt like he was ready. He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment and leaned back in to your couch as he brought his face in between his hands.

“I just want to start off by saying I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry y/n. I’ve been a dick—an asshole—a really shitty boyfriend these last few months and there’s no excuse for my behavior. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. You know that right? I need you to know that. I know I’ve been acting the complete opposite lately and you don’t deserve that. You’ve been nothing less 99than perfect to me and I could never thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me. I can’t tell you why I’ve been acting so weird towards you because I don’t even know myself and I know it doesn’t make sense—but I promise you—I never cheated on you. Okay? I could never live with myself if I were to do such a thing. I was pissed when Youngjae brought up that you guys were at the party to catch me cheating, but I can’t blame you. Even the last couple of accusations; I’ll admit I was hurt that you’d think I would ever do that to you. But I haven’t been showing you or telling you otherwise.” He took a moment to breathe before continuing.

“This last week without you has been one of the toughest weeks of my entire life and I’m a football player. That says a lot. I’m practically tormented in the sun, running for up to five hours with very little breaks and only a few sips of water here and there but it’s a pain I can endure. I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on your face that night and it haunted me every single day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had a huge feeling you were probably crying this entire week and I never hated myself more for being the reason. I hate being away from you. You’re my only source of happiness y/n. You’re the only person who means anything to me. It may not seem that way, but trust me when I say I love you with everything that I have. Youngjae’s words—fuck. He’s right. I didn’t meant to sock him in the face—okay well maybe I did, but it was because I was irritated with the fact that he was right. I don’t deserve you. You—you’re the best thing to ever happen to me and I took you for granted. The thought of losing you—I can’t even bear it. I know my sorries probably mean jack shit to you, but please know that I’m being sincere. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I love you more than anyone or anything on this hell forsaken earth. I’ll try to do better. Fuck that—I will do better. I refuse to lose you y/n. I can’t be without you. You’re my lifeline baby. I want you for as long as I can have you for.”

Seeing tears build up in his eyes made your heart melt. Mark always tried to keep up his tough exterior, but you knew your boyfriend was a huge softie. You were one of the only people who got to see the real side of him and you were extremely grateful that he trusted in you to show you the sensitive side of him.

“People think our relationship is toxic Mark. They think I’m crazy to continue staying in this relationship with you—“ the growl that came from the back of his mouth should’ve scared you, but you were used to his anger. Especially whenever people tried to get involved in your relationship. It was one of the main reasons why he never cared for any of your friends.

“I don’t give a fuck about what anyone has to say or thinks about our relationship. It’s our relationship. Not theirs. The only people who’s opinions matter is you and I. What do you think y/n? What do you want? Do you want an out of this relationship? Do you agree with what everyone has to say? I hate the idea of letting you go, but I can’t force you to stay if you don’t want to. So tell me y/n, what do you want? I’ll do whatever you want me to baby. The ball is in your court now.”

You turned yourself to face him and cupped his cheeks with your hands. No matter how much you knew you deserved better, and deep down you knew even if he’d promise to change there was a huge chance things would continue to be up and down between you and Mark, you would rather fight and argue with him than to be happy with anyone else. You didn’t care how twisted your relationship was, this man was the only one you wanted to spend the rest of your days with.

“It’ll take some time for me to trust you again, but I want you Mark. I’ll probably always choose you and our relationship. I don’t care what anybody says. I’m in love with you. I’m a fucking fool for loving you. Honestly, the love I have for you will probably kill me one day. Please don’t take advantage of my love for you. I can only give you so much of myself before I lose myself completely. I’m risking it all for you. My pride, my love, my happiness, my friendships, my health; please make it worth my while.”

Seeing his award winning smile before feeling his lips smash against yours caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy. “I love you y/n. Our relationship is sad but beautiful and that’s what makes it worth fighting for. I love you and you love me. That’s all we need. We’ll be okay.”

We're in a beautiful and sad relationship We make each other shine (Tell me now) Like the moon and the river And we hug again You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho People keep telling us As we fight like it's our last But then we get along They don't get it It's so funny Right psycho, psycho (Like a psycho, psycho) We're fools loving each other so much (Fools, fools) Without you I feel dizzy and sad I feel low People say we make a cute couple Hey now we'll be okay Don't look back Like that let's be who we are I feel you with all my body Everything will be okay You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho People keep telling us As we fight like it's our last But then we get along People say we make a cute couple Hey now we'll be okay

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