#you go from having to ask because you don't know what to roll to rolling because you know the mechanic

[cosycryptid]

Eddie has always enjoyed giving people nicknames, it’s just something creative he does that makes people stick in his brain. He’s never forgotten a face and it’s mostly because he has names to go with them.

Typically, he refers to acquaintances by their last name, friends by something jokey and embarrassing, and foes by nicknames that are a little mean and cutting.

Then there's Steve Harrington, who falls into his own category entirely.

Before, when he claimed to dislike Steve it would be:

“Perfect Harrington.”

“Steve Harrington the gorgeous with his flowing locks.”

“Guess what Mr. Hot Sports Man did now.”

“Can you believe Beautiful Steve Harrington and his merry band of assholes?”

“God, look at Mr. Distracting showing off his amazing chest again. He’s such a poser.”

“I was trying to order my usual, but then Steve ‘Dreamboat’ Harrington was behind the counter and he used his evil sorcery to make me say ‘1 scoop of vanilla’ by mistake. Now he probably thinks I'm boring.”

He said the names in a mocking tone, but it always ended with just a hint of something longing. His friends would shoot each other knowing looks across the room whenever he came up with a new one for one of his Steve related tirades.

Then they started to become friends and the names took on a more teasing, flirty nature, which then slowly gave way to softer and more tender names like 'Stevie' and 'sweetheart' and 'honey'. The knowing looks from friends became looks that said 'here we go again' and Steve's reactions went from intense, puzzled stares to warm smiles.

One day, when Eddie's running late for their fortnightly movie night, the rest of the party decide to say something about it.

"So, I have to ask," Mike says. "What kind of magic spell have you cast on Eddie?"

Steve looks up and sees that everyone is staring at him. "Huh?" he blinks. "Were you talking to me?"

"Yes Steve, he was talking to you!" Dustin exclaims. "Who else here in this room does Eddie regularly shower with mushy pet names?"

"Okay, they're not 'mushy pet names'," Steve argues, rolling his eyes. "They're just nicknames, he gives everyone nicknames. I don't see why it's a big deal."

"Steve, he gives everyone else nicknames. Yours are something else." Max points out.

"How?"

"How?" Lucas asks. "Steve, last week he walked into me by accident, said 'Sorry Sinclair’ and then turned to you and went 'Hey, angel. How are you today?'." He puts on a sickeningly sweet voice for the second one and Max laughs.

"Yeah and what about that time he threw a sunscreen bottle at Mike and said 'Stay safe, pasty', then saw you putting yours on and said 'Need help getting your back, darling?'" Max adds. Her and Lucas are snickering to each other by the end of it.

Mike frowns. "Don't know why he called me that. He's just as pale as I am."

Will pats him on the back. "Don't worry about it, he called me Bowlcut Junior two days ago when he was asking me to make a perception check."

"Oh so that's what the Bowlcut Senior thing was about," Jonathan mumbles.

"Steve, he likes you," Robin says, clearly spelling it out. "Or at the very least it's obvious you're one of his favourites."

"He does call you an awful lot of things even me and Jonathan wouldn't call each other," Nancy adds carefully.

"Eddie's just a sweet guy," Steve says.

"Eddie Munson is not a 'sweet guy'," Mike retorts, bewildered. "He killed off all of our characters in last week's session because we were ten minutes late."

"I mean if he went to all of that effort planning and preparing everything then you could have at least turned up on time."

"Thanks, mom."

"I did warn you guys he wouldn't be happy with us," Will points out with a grim expression.

Before anything else can be said, Eddie walks in with Gareth and Jeff trailing behind him. Everyone tries their best to look casual. Most fail. Luckily, Eddie's attention is zoned in on two people.

"Hey Sweet Prince, and Henderson and others," Eddie greets them. "I'll be right back, just gotta run to the bathroom because I was checking something under the van just now and it looks like I got into a fight with an octopus."

He lifts his arms, which are covered in oil.

"Oh shit," Steve says. "Yeah, no problem. Feel free to take a shower and borrow some clothes if you want, we'll wait."

"Thanks, sugar." He calls behind him.

The party's eyes are locked on Steve when he turns back to face them, causing him to flinch a little.

"What's up guys?" Gareth says as he and Jeff make themselves at home, finding a spot on the carpet.

"Yeah, you all looked super awkward when we walked in just now," Jeff adds. "What's that about?"

"We were just trying to get it through Steve's head that Eddie is basically in love with him," Robin fills them in. "Also, I don't know if I should be a little offended that we're 'and others'."

"Oh that," Jeff says, way too casual. "Yeah that's been a thing for years. Even back when he was pretending not to like Steve."

"Wait what?" Mike asks.

"Oh yeah, he used to call him things like 'Handsome Harrington' or 'Beautiful Steve Harrington' every time he talked about him," Gareth shrugged.

"Oh shit," Dustin says. "One time I tried to get him to hang out with us and he said no but he called you 'Pretty Boy Steve'."

"Can you guys just let this go?" Steve sighs, clearly getting annoyed. "It's just a thing he does, it doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah, sure," Jeff scoffs. "Keep telling yourself that. What are you trying not to get your hopes up?"

Steve is too quiet for too long, and he hates the way his friends expressions turn sympathetic toward him.

"All I'm saying is, do it back to him and see how he reacts," Gareth says with a knowing smile. "I dare you."

The opportunity doesn't arise until later, when Eddie gets up to go to the kitchen half way through the movie. He comes back with two drinks, one of which he hands to Steve while lifting the other to his lips.

Robin gives him a look that says 'what are you waiting for?' and Steve takes a deep breath before accepting the drink with a casual, "Thanks, babe."

And that’s all it takes.

Eddie’s hand jerks, his brain short-circuits, and the drink completely misses his mouth. A splash of soda hits his chin, and the rest pours out on the Harrington's expensive carpet. Then he just stands there blinking like he’s been hit with a stun spell.

His brain seems to come back online when he sees Steve's shocked gaze switch between him and the liquid soaking into the carpet.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" Eddie shouts, no longer in control of his volume. He sprints to the kitchen and returns just as fast with paper towels, dropping to his knees to try and soak up the spilled beverage. His face is bright red in a way Steve's never seen on him before.

Steve is still frozen, half-standing, watching Eddie frantically blot the carpet like it personally insulted him. The rest of the group is silent for a beat—stunned into stillness by the sheer velocity of Eddie’s reaction.

Then Robin breaks the silence with a quiet, “Oh my god.”

Max snorts. “I think you broke him.”

“Like, for real,” Dustin adds, eyes wide. “That was a full system crash.”

Eddie doesn’t look up. “Don’t mind me, just ruining your house and my dignity in one fell swoop.”

Steve finally moves, crouching down beside him. “Eds, it’s fine. Seriously. It’s just soda.”

Eddie glances up at him, eyes wide and still a little dazed. “You called me babe.”

Steve smiles, soft and a little shy. “Yeah. I did.”

Eddie stares at him for a second longer, then groans and drops his forehead to the carpet. “I’m never gonna recover from this.”

Steve laughs, nudging him gently with his shoulder. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

Eddie lets out a muffled noise that might be a whimper or a laugh, it’s hard to tell. But when he lifts his head again, his face is still red, and his smile is blinding. And Steve forgets they have an audience.

"I think I know a way you can make it up to me," he grins.

"How's that, babydoll?" Eddie asks, confused, but hopeful.

Steve pulls Eddie in for a quick kiss and says, "Take me out tomorrow night, when I finish work?"

"Absolutely," Eddie beams.

Their moment is ruined by fake gagging noises from the kids. "This is worse than Dustin and Suzie serenading each other with Never Ending Story," Lucas comments, receiving a middle finger in response from Dustin.

"I'm assuming band practice is off tomorrow then?" Jeff smirks.

"Sorry guys," Eddie says still looking at Steve with a tender smile. "Something incredibly important just came up."

[chrizzzbang]

All Bets Are Off (And So Are the Clothes)

pairing: (Best Friend) Bang Chan x Female Reader

wc: 5.7k

cw: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (don't do it), teasing

Minors DNI

Summary: At a mutual friend’s party, you and Bang Chan, best friends, make a bet: whoever scores the hottest date wins, and the loser owes the winner anything they want. What starts as playful competition quickly spirals into a night of cocky flirting, failed hook-ups, and an undeniable tension neither of you can ignore. By the end, the bet is forgotten - because some things are worth losing for.

Chan was in your mirror again.

Not his mirror. Yours. In your bathroom. Shirt half-buttoned, sleeves rolled up, head tilted slightly as he examined his reflection like he was prepping for a magazine shoot instead of your friend’s birthday party.

You crossed your arms, leaning on the doorframe. “You’re not seriously wearing that shirt.”

Chan glanced over his shoulder. “Why? Jealous?”

You gave him a slow once-over. “I just think it’s funny that you’ve worn that exact shirt for, like, three birthdays in a row. Are you okay? Blink twice if you're stuck in a fashion time loop.”

“It’s tradition,” he said, smoothing the fabric over his chest. “Also, it brings out my arms. And the arms are where the magic happens.”

You snorted. “Please. The only thing magical about you is your ability to repel women with bad pick-up lines.”

Chan turned toward you with a mock-wounded expression. “Excuse you. I’ll have you know I have incredible success in the field of flirtation.”

“You flirt like someone who learned how from a TikTok compilation.”

“And yet I still pull.”

“Do you?” you asked, brow raised. “Because last time we went out, you spent half the night trying to talk to that girl in the red dress and the other half getting cockblocked by her friend.”

Chan groaned. “Why would you bring that up? I thought we agreed never to speak of Cockblock Carla again.”

You smirked. “You just make it too easy.”

He stepped out of the bathroom, grabbing his rings from the kitchen counter. “If you’re so confident, why don’t you pull someone tonight? Hmm?”

You grabbed your lipstick from the coffee table, applying it slowly in the reflection of the microwave. “Maybe I will.”

“Uh huh.”

“I will.”

“Sure.”

You turned to face him fully, hands on your hips. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he said, walking toward you, “that for all your talk, you never actually go home with anyone.”

“Neither do you.”

“That’s because I’m a gentleman,” he said with a wink.

“That’s because you’re emotionally unavailable.”

“Oh, wow. We’re going there.”

The front door swung open mid-bicker, and Felix stepped inside holding a four-pack of canned cocktails. He took one look at the two of you- bickering in the middle of your kitchen, faces close, tone flirtier than it had any right to be- and sighed dramatically.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Do you two ever stop?”

“Hi, Lix,” you called without turning around.

“You know you could just fuck and get it over with, right?” Felix said, cracking a can open.

You and Chan answered in perfect unison: “We’re not fucking.”

Felix pointed at you both with the can. “Exactly. You’re not fucking anyone. And don’t say it’s because the options are bad. You two never hook up. It’s like a weird… abstinence pact with banter.”

Chan made a face. “I hook up.”

Felix sipped. “Not recently.”

“I’ve just been busy,” Chan said, clearly offended.

“Doing what?” you asked. “Being annoying professionally?”

Chan threw a pillow at you. You caught it one-handed and threw it back.

Felix watched this exchange like he was watching a ping pong match. “Okay, here’s an idea. Tonight? Both of you pull. For real. Compete.”

You squinted at him. “Compete?”

“Wingman each other,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Whoever lands the hotter date wins.”

Chan tilted his head, intrigued. “And the loser?”

Felix grinned. “The loser has to do whatever the winner wants.”

You raised a brow. “This sounds like a setup.”

“Only if you’re scared you’ll lose,” Chan said smugly, leaning a little closer. “Are you?”

You hated that your first instinct was to rise to the bait. “Hardly.”

“So?” he asked. “Wanna make it interesting?”

You hesitated. You and Chan had always been flirty, sure- but this wasn’t the usual harmless teasing. This had teeth. And maybe that was why your pulse kicked up a notch when you looked him in the eye.

“Fine,” you said finally. “Whoever lands the hottest person tonight wins. The loser owes the winner… whatever they want.”

Chan’s smile was slow and lethal. “Dangerous offer.”

“I’m feeling confident.”

He held out his hand. “Shake on it?”

You took it.

Big mistake.

His grip was firm, his thumb brushing yours like he knew what he was doing. And suddenly, the air felt thicker. Warmer. Like your friendly little game had just turned into something a lot less friendly.

You didn’t back down. “Hope you like losing.”

He leaned in; voice low. “Hope you like begging.”

You blinked.

Felix walked by sipping his drink. “Gross.”

You yanked your hand back like you’d been burned. “Okay, let's go before I strangle him with his ‘magic’ sleeves.”

Chan followed you to the door, still grinning. “Don’t forget to stretch before the L. Don’t want you pulling a muscle tonight.”

“Oh, I’ll be pulling,” you said sweetly. “Just not what you think.”

Felix groaned. “Okay, okay- no more sex puns until we’re at the bar.”

Chan held the door open for you with an exaggerated bow. “After you, my opponent.”

You rolled your eyes but walked past him, catching a faint whiff of his cologne as he followed behind- clean and warm, like cedar and danger. You shouldn’t have noticed. You definitely shouldn’t have lingered.

The elevator doors were already open when you got to the lobby, but you didn’t press the button yet. Chan stepped in beside you, oddly quiet for a beat.

He glanced at you sideways. “So… just to clarify. Hottest overall or hottest in bed?”

You snorted. “You won’t be taking anyone to bed, so it’s a moot point.”

“I could,” he said with a shrug. “I just value quality over quantity.”

“Oh please,” you said, stepping into the elevator. “You value whatever girl smiles at you for longer than three seconds.”

He grinned. “Well, that’s how I met you.”

You turned sharply. “I did not smile at you.”

“You did. That first party at Minho’s? You laughed at my dumb joke about werewolf astrology and spilled half your drink on my shoes.”

You blinked. “That’s… disturbingly specific.”

Chan shrugged. “I remember the important stuff.”

Your heart kicked once, hard and unexpected.

Just as quickly, he smirked. “Also, I liked the shirt you were wearing. Red. Tight. Distracting.”

“Okay, I take it back- you’re definitely going home alone tonight.”

He laughed and bumped your shoulder as the elevator dinged.

The doors slid open.

You stepped out first, composing yourself like your pulse hadn’t just betrayed you.

It was just a dumb bet. That’s all. A stupid little game with your best friend. Nothing dangerous. Nothing new.

Except for the way Chan looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. Like this wasn’t just about winning.

Like maybe, just maybe, he was finally ready to lose on purpose.

You and Chan step into the bar like you own the place, the pulsing music wrapping around you like a drug. The air is thick with laughter, clinking glasses, and the heady scent of spiced cocktails mixed with just a hint of sweat and anticipation.

“Alright, mission’s simple,” Chan says, flashing that mischievous grin that’s simultaneously infuriating and charming. “We split up, work the room, and whoever lands the hottest date wins. Loser owes the winner... anything. Anything at all.” He winks, and you know he’s already imagining exactly what “anything” will mean.

You shake on it, both of you smug and totally not imagining how badly this bet will backfire.

Without a second glance, you both vanish into the crowd, scanning for targets like seasoned hunters.

You catch sight of Chan immediately, leaning casually against the pool table, eyes locked on a tall blonde with a killer smile. His confidence is magnetic as he laughs at something she says, his hand brushing her arm in that casual, intimate way that says I’m smooth, deal with it. You raise your eyebrows, amused and smug - no way he’s winning tonight.

You turn your attention to the bar, where a dark-haired guy nurses a whiskey, looking dangerously handsome in that effortless way. You sidle up and shoot him a grin.

“Music’s too loud to have a proper conversation,” you say with a teasing smile. “But I’m sure we can manage.”

He laughs, and just like that, you’re flirting, trading quips and stealing glances. There’s something about the way he watches you- like you’re the only person in the room that matters.

You steal a quick look back at Chan, who’s still working his charm on the blonde. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see her glance past him toward someone else, and suddenly she’s excusing herself, leaving Chan standing alone, that brief flicker of confusion crossing his face before he smooths it into a grin.

Your lips twitch into a smug smile. Maybe he’s not so smooth after all.

But then, a flicker of something sharp- jealousy?- bubbles up.

No, not you.

You roll your eyes at yourself and focus back on your whiskey guy, who’s clearly intrigued.

Minutes later, you spot Chan striding over with that cocky grin plastered on his face.

“You’re taken,” he announces as he slides between you and your guy, as if staking his claim.

You blink. “Taken by whom?”

“By me,” Chan says, voice dripping with smug certainty.

You laugh, loud and playful. “You? Please. You wouldn’t land a date with a paper bag.”

He leans in, lowering his voice so only you and your guy can hear. “I’m the reason she’s still single.”

Your guy watches the exchange with amusement, clearly entertained by the show.

You exchange a playful glare with Chan. This is war.

Suddenly, a tall guy with a crooked, devil-may-care smile saunters over, eyes flicking between you and Chan like he’s sizing up a prize.

“Now, this is interesting,” he says, voice smooth as silk. “Mind if I join the party?”

You raise an eyebrow.

Chan smirks. “Depends. What’s the party about?”

He leans in, lowering his voice to a teasing whisper. “Well, I’m thinking... why settle for one when you can have both?” He winks suggestively, and you both catch the implication.

You and Chan exchange a look, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the proposal.

“Appreciate the offer,” you say sweetly, “but tonight we’re on a bet. Two’s company, three’s a crowd.”

Chan grins. “Yeah, plus I’m not sharing.”

The guy raises his hands in mock surrender, backing off with a laugh. “Fair enough. Can’t argue with that.”

You and Chan share a triumphant glance, both secretly relieved.

Then the music shifts to something slow and heavy, bass vibrating through your bones.

Chan’s eyes gleam with challenge.

“Dance-off?” he asks, standing up and holding out his hand.

You grin, grabbing it. “You’re on.”

The dance floor becomes your playground. You move with confidence, hips swaying to the beat, each step a playful dare.

Chan matches you move for move, his body fluid and confident. Then- he’s close. Too close. His chest presses against yours, warm and solid.

His hand slides down your back, fingers tracing light, teasing patterns as he pulls you in tighter.

He grinds slowly, deliberately, every move a silent promise.

The heat between you is thick enough to cut with a knife. Your breath hitches.

Your heart races, cheeks flushing.

You refuse to let him win that easily. With a sly smile, you twist away just enough to catch your breath and flash him a teasing grin.

His lips brush your ear, warm and low. “Told you, I’m just getting started.”

The crowd blurs around you, but you can still see the smirk playing on his lips and the challenge burning in his eyes.

You laugh breathlessly. “Okay, okay. You win the dance.”

Chan’s eyes sparkle with victory as he pulls you closer, body pressing insistently.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he murmurs.

As the night deepens, so does your flirt war. You trade glances, smiles, and touches that linger just a second too long.

Then, a few more mishaps add to the chaos.

Chan tries to flirt with another girl later, but she shoots him down mid-sentence with a polite but firm “No thanks.” You nearly choke on your drink watching him recover with mock dignity, raising his hands like “I tried” before sauntering back to you.

That crooked-smiling guy reappears, cheekily flirting with both of you again. He leans in close, grinning like he’s got the secret to the universe. “How about a threesome?” he jokes, eyes twinkling.

You and Chan exchange a look, then burst out laughing.

“Not tonight, buddy,” you say, raising your glass.

Chan adds, “We’re in a competition, remember? Can’t risk sharing the prize.”

The guy shrugs, grinning, and disappears into the crowd.

The night spins on, charged with delicious tension and playful challenges- your bet turning into a battlefield of charm, wit, and the undeniable pull between you and Chan.

The bass from the bar thumps faintly in the background, but just outside the bathroom door, the noise softens to a dull roar. You lean against the cool, tiled wall, trying to catch your breath. Your cheeks are flushed, warm from the dance floor and a little from the drinks. Strands of hair stick to your forehead, and your lips still tingle from the teasing smiles and whispered conversations you had just moments ago.

You savour the moment of quiet, closing your eyes briefly, when you hear footsteps approaching- slow, confident, familiar.

Chan.

His voice, low and smooth, breaks the silence before he even rounds the corner. “Hey.”

You open your eyes and meet his gaze. His dark eyes sparkle, slightly glazed but intense. His shirt clings to his toned frame, sweat making his skin glow in the dim light. His hair is tousled perfectly messy, just like you like it. You try to keep your expression neutral, but your heart betrays you, thudding hard against your ribs.

“Hey,” you reply, voice light but with an edge.

You both lean casually against opposite sides of the hallway, pretending the space between you is comfortable when really it feels charged, electric. The kind of silence where the air seems too thick to breathe but neither of you wants to move.

After a long beat, Chan breaks it with a smirk. “So… she was cute, huh?”

Your lips twitch upward. “Yeah? He had great arms… unlike some people I know.” You toss a quick glance at him, daring him to respond.

Chan raises an eyebrow, smirking wider. “Smooth. Not bad.”

You bite back a grin. “Better than your usual.”

His smirk twists into a playful challenge, and he steps a little closer, the heat from his body brushing against your arm. The scent of his cologne mixed with sweat makes your stomach flip.

“Jealous, maybe?” Chan’s voice drops, low and teasing.

You meet his gaze without flinching, eyes sharp. “You wish. Besides, I’m winning this bet.”

A flicker of something unreadable flashes in his eyes - pride? Desire? Both? - and suddenly the playful tone shifts.

“You’re pretty sure about that?”

“Absolutely,” you snap back, voice steady but your pulse quickening.

Chan closes the gap between you slowly, deliberately. His breath ghosts over your cheek. “So sure that you don’t want to back it up?”

You swallow hard, heart pounding in your ears. The world narrows until it’s just you two - a private bubble of tension and unspoken promises.

Your eyes drop to his lips, full and slightly parted. His eyes flick back to yours, dark and burning.

You almost lean in, the space between you vanishing.

Just as your lips are about to meet, the bathroom door swings open.

A girl stumbles out, laughing loudly with a friend, oblivious to the charged moment she’s just shattered.

Chan lets out a short, amused laugh and steps back, regaining his usual cocky grin.

You clear your throat and run a hand through your hair, trying to smooth your flushed face. “Duty calls,” you say, forcing a casual smile.

“Yeah,” Chan agrees, voice still thick with unspent tension.

You both turn away abruptly - you to the bathroom door, he back toward the crowd - but as you part ways, your eyes lock for a brief second longer.

There’s something unspoken there - the thrill of the almost-kiss, the challenge that’s only just begun, and the undeniable spark that has set the entire night on fire.

As you step back into the cacophony of the party, you feel Chan’s gaze burning into your back. You bite your lip, both frustrated and exhilarated. The bet isn’t just about who gets a date anymore - it’s about everything between you.

The music thumped relentlessly as Chan stood close to the girl he’d been flirting with all night- an effortlessly cool brunette with smouldering eyes and a laugh that lit up the dim bar light. They’d been teasing each other for nearly an hour, trading playful touches and sly smiles. He could feel the warmth of her breath as she leaned in, lips inches from his.

Chan’s hand brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. His heart rate spiked- not because of her, but because of you. The memory of your teasing glance, your smirk, the way your eyes locked with his just moments ago. A flash of jealousy, sharp and unexpected, stabbed through him.

He stopped. Mid-kiss. Pulled back slightly, catching the girl’s surprised look.

“Everything okay?” she asked, arching a brow.

Chan gave a half-smile, shaking his head. “Yeah, just-” He hesitated. “Sorry, I need a moment.”

He turned abruptly and slipped through the crowd, weaving toward the bar.

Meanwhile, across the room, you found yourself in a similar situation. The guy you’d been dancing with- a tall, lean blond with a cocky grin and killer moves- pressed closer. His hand slid down your waist, fingers warm and firm. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as the music wrapped around you both.

He leaned in, voice low and breathy. “You’re amazing.”

Your lips parted, ready to respond, but something inside you stiffened. A sudden annoyance flickered to life. Was this just a game? A distraction? A way to prove a point?

You pulled away abruptly, stepping back with a glare.

“Wait- what’s wrong?” he asked, brow furrowed.

You shook your head, brushing off his hand. “Nothing. Just... not feeling it.”

Without waiting for an explanation, you turned on your heel and moved toward the exit, the cool night air calling you away from the noise and the false promises.

Back at the bar, Chan slumped onto a stool, running a hand through his hair. The frustration was thick in his chest. He hadn’t expected this bet to mess with him like this.

He glanced toward the entrance- and saw you slipping out.

His jaw tightened.

You found a quiet corner outside, the night breeze brushing cool against your flushed skin. You took deep breaths, trying to shake off the confusing swirl of emotions.

This wasn’t just about winning a bet anymore. Something between you and Chan had shifted, cracked open.

You couldn’t deny the ache of wanting something more- but what? And with him?

Inside, Chan watched the crowd through the window, his mind racing. The girl he’d been flirting with? She was nice, but not you. His heart thudded painfully at the thought.

He knew you felt it too.

The bet? It was turning into something else entirely.

You stepped back inside briefly, scanning the room until your eyes locked on Chan’s. His expression was unreadable but tinged with something raw, something vulnerable.

Neither of you moved.

No words were exchanged.

The game was far from over, but maybe, just maybe, the rules had changed.

The cool night air hit your face like a welcome splash of reality as you stepped out of the bar, the sounds of the party fading behind you. You weren’t really ready to call it a night, but the restless ache in your chest and the weight of the bet’s fallout pushed you to leave early.

You glanced around, surprised to find Chan right beside you. He’d slipped out just before you, and now there you were- walking the quiet streets together, the world shrinking to the two of you.

Neither spoke at first.

Your footsteps echoed softly on the cracked pavement, the only soundtrack to your uneasy silence.

You stole a glance at him- his jaw tight, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, eyes fixed ahead but somehow distant.

“Why do we always do this?” you finally broke the silence, voice low, tinged with frustration and something softer beneath.

Chan’s lips twitched into a half-smile, but there was no humour in his eyes.

“You mean…” he started, then shrugged. “Keep pretending like we’re just friends?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

“It’s easier,” he said, almost a whisper. “Less messy.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Messy? Yeah. But maybe it’s also because neither of us wants to admit what’s really going on.”

Chan stopped walking, turning to face you under the glow of a streetlamp. His eyes caught yours, serious and searching.

“Fine,” he said after a long beat, “let’s make it interesting. A game.”

Your brow lifted, intrigued.

“A confession game,” he explained. “We take turns telling each other something we’ve never said before.”

You crossed your arms, smirking. “Getting deep already, huh?”

He grinned, the spark of that old teasing Chan lighting up his face.

“Don’t chicken out.”

You nodded, the challenge accepted.

He went first.

“I hate seeing you flirt with other people,” he admitted, voice low and earnest. “It drives me crazy more than I want to admit.”

Your heart skipped, and heat crept up your neck.

You looked down, fiddling with your fingers before meeting his gaze again.

“Well,” you said softly, “I always wonder what would happen if we stopped pretending.”

The silence that followed felt heavy, loaded with everything you both knew but never said.

Chan took a slow breath, stepping closer until the space between you was charged and electric.

“Let’s stop pretending,” he said quietly, voice rough with emotion.

You blinked, startled but unafraid.

The tension broke with a nervous laugh escaping your lips.

“About time,” you said.

He reached out, his hand brushing yours, fingers lacing together effortlessly like they belonged.

The city around you blurred into a soft haze, and for the first time that night, the bet and the games faded into the background.

The cool night wrapped around you like a quiet blanket as you both stood at your apartment door, the hum of the city fading behind you. The streetlight cast a soft glow, pooling over your feet and Chan’s, illuminating the small space where the world seemed to pause.

Neither of you moved for a moment, just breathing in the silence that felt heavier than it should.

Finally, Chan broke the stillness, his voice low but teasing. “So… who won the bet?”

You lifted an eyebrow, a slow, sly smirk curling your lips. “We both lost.”

Chan chuckled softly, stepping just a bit closer, the heat of his body brushing against yours. “Then what do I get?”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your heart hammering in your chest as the gap between you vanished.

“You tell me,” you murmured.

Without another word, Chan closed the distance, his hands reaching up to cup your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. His lips found yours with a hunger that made your knees go weak.

The kiss started slow, a gentle exploration - soft, teasing, electric. But the restraint didn’t last long.

His mouth opened against yours, tongues swirling together, messy and desperate, as if trying to make up for all the nights you’d spent apart.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, pressing your body flush against his. The cold night air was forgotten as heat pooled between you, urgent and overwhelming.

Chan’s grip tightened on your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt, and suddenly you were pushed back against the brick wall of the building, the rough surface grounding you as his mouth left yours and trailed down your jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.

A low growl vibrated in his throat, and you shivered, your breath hitching.

Your hands slid under his jacket, tracing the strong muscles beneath, feeling every inch of him- hard, warm, needing.

He pressed his forehead against yours for a breathless moment, voice husky. “Been waiting for this.”

You laughed softly, breathless, and reached for his belt, fingers fumbling in eager anticipation.

Before you knew it, you were both tugging at each other’s clothes, stumbling toward your apartment door with shaky hands and wild eyes.

The lock clicked open, and you dragged him inside, shutting the door behind you with a decisive thud.

The room was suddenly smaller, tighter, but somehow freer- a private world where everything you’d been holding back exploded.

Chan kissed you again, deeper and rougher this time, his hands roaming and claiming, marking you like you belonged to him.

The city lights filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm amber glow over your bedroom. Chan’s eyes glinted with that familiar mischievous spark as his fingers brushed the hem of your shirt, dragging it slowly up your body, teasing. His breath was warm against your skin, voice low and teasing. “Still think you’re winning this bet?”

You arched a brow, smirking confidently. “I’m about to make you lose in every way possible.”

With deliberate slowness, he peeled the shirt off, fingers grazing over your bare skin, sending tiny sparks racing through you. His gaze roamed over you as if memorizing every curve, every inch, making your pulse race harder.

You reached out and shoved him gently onto the bed, straddling his hips with a grin. “Shut up and lose properly,” you challenged.

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss- soft and slow at first, then deepening with an urgent hunger that made your knees weak.

He broke the kiss, trailing hot breath down your neck as his mouth landed just above your collarbone. Teeth nipped gently, making you shiver. His hands slid lower, gripping your hips possessively, fingers digging in slightly as he rocked his hips beneath you.

“You like it needy, admit it,” he murmured with a wicked grin.

You laughed softly, arching into him. “You’re the desperate one right now.”

His lips pressed along your jawline as his hands explored, slipping beneath your waistband to cup your bare skin, warm and steady. You gasped when he hooked his fingers inside, slow teasing that built tension like electricity.

You ground down on him, feeling the delicious friction through the thin fabric of his pants. Chan’s hands tightened on your hips, matching your pace with a steady thrust from below.

His mouth found the sensitive spot just above your hipbone, sucking gently, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning aloud. The combination of his touch and that teasing kiss was driving you wild.

“Patience isn’t your strong suit, huh?” you whispered against his skin.

He growled low, lips brushing your pulse point. “Neither is you.”

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Chan shifted, lifting you higher so your bare skin met his fully. You felt the hard press of him against you, the heat and weight of his body grounding you both in the moment.

You moved together, slow and deliberate at first- riding him gently, savouring every delicious stretch and friction. His hands slid up your back, fingers tracing the arch of your spine, pulling you closer until there was no space between you.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging slightly as you kissed him again- lips soft and urgent, tongues exploring, tasting. The bed creaked under your shifting weight as the tension between you thickened, heat pooling low in your belly.

Then you found a rhythm- steady, pulsing, breathless. You felt every inch of him as he thrust up into you, slow and hard, drawing soft gasps from both of you.

Chan’s lips travelled lower, kissing a trail down your neck, your collarbone, pausing to bite lightly along your ribs, leaving teasing marks that made your skin burn with want.

You laughed breathlessly. “Using my thigh as a sneak attack? Classy move.”

He smirked against your skin. “You make me desperate.”

You shifted, sliding off him just enough to change position, kneeling between his legs. His hands gripped your hips, steady and commanding as you lowered yourself down again- slow, savouring the delicious burn of being filled.

His head fell back, eyes closing, lips parted in a silent moan. You leaned down, kissing him fiercely, tongues tangling in a wild dance.

You rolled your hips in slow, tantalizing circles, feeling his muscles tense beneath you, every movement pulling you both closer to the edge.

Then you flipped him onto his back, climbing over him so your bare skin pressed against his. His hands tangled in your hair, tugging you down for a bruising kiss before trailing down your body with heated kisses and gentle bites.

You caught his gaze, panting. “Bet you didn’t expect this much competition.”

He grinned wickedly, voice rough with need. “I’m just getting started.”

His fingers traced teasing lines along your spine as he pinned your wrists behind your back. “Who’s winning now, huh?”

You smirked, breathless but defiant. “I’m the one on top.”

His voice dropped low, thick with desire. “Winning or not, you’re mine.”

Your eyes locked, heat and something softer flickering there.

And then, Chan’s breath hitched, eyes dark and serious as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Your heart hammered against your ribs. You looked into his eyes, steady but full of need, and answered, “Then take me like you mean it.”

He groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as he moved harder, faster- every thrust deep and claiming, every motion a confession.

Your bodies moved together, chaotic and electric, perfectly in sync as waves of pleasure rolled through you both. The sounds you made- the gasps, the moans, the whispered names- filled the room, raw and intimate.

The pace between you both quickened, hot and urgent now, a delicious chaos of skin sliding against skin, breath hitching, and whispered names spilling out in ragged bursts. Chan’s hands gripped your hips tighter, guiding every movement with fierce possessiveness as you rode him, hips rolling in perfect sync.

His voice was rough, barely more than a growl, “God, you feel so good. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

You pressed your forehead against his, gasping, “Then don’t stop now. Show me.”

His lips found your neck, sucking a bruising mark just below your ear as he thrust upward hard, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. The pressure built fast- sharp, deep, overwhelming. You clenched around him, breath stuttering, eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck, you’re mine,” he rasped, voice low and desperate.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him fiercely. “Always have been.”

The world narrowed to just the two of you- heat, skin, pounding hearts, ragged breaths. The tension wound tighter and tighter until it shattered in a wild, shuddering release that left you trembling and gasping.

Chan followed seconds later, a guttural moan torn from his chest as he held you close, every muscle flexing and relaxing beneath you. You both stayed tangled, the air thick with the scent of sweat and skin, warmth and something tender beneath the heat.

Your breathing slowed, and Chan brushed damp strands of hair from your face, eyes softening as he whispered, “You’re crazy, you know that?”

You smiled tiredly, tracing his jawline with your fingertips. “Crazy for you.”

He chuckled low, pulling you even closer. “Best bet I ever lost.”

You nuzzled your face into his neck, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat against your cheek. “Definitely.”

The first light of morning slipped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the tangled sheets where you lay- still warm from the night’s wild storm of passion. Your muscles ached in the best way, a delicious reminder of every touch, every whispered word, every stolen kiss.

Chan’s arm draped across your waist, holding you close, his breath soft and even against your skin. You stirred, eyes fluttering open to find him watching you, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

His fingers traced lazy circles on your shoulder as he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss there. “So…” His voice was low, teasing but gentle. “What do you want me to do? I lost the bet.”

You turned your head to look at him, the corner of your mouth quirking up in a smile. Your voice was quiet but certain. “Be mine.”

Chan’s grin widened, all that cocky charm melting into something softer, something real. “Already was,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

The room was quiet except for your breaths mingling, heartbeats syncing in the calm aftermath of the night’s fire. You snuggled closer, feeling the steady warmth of him beside you.

“You’re lucky I’m nice,” you teased lightly, fingers curling around his hand.

He laughed softly, voice husky. “Lucky is putting it mildly.”

You both lingered there, wrapped in the quiet promise of something new and thrilling, tangled sheets and whispered words the only witnesses to the start of what felt like forever.

The music thumped through the crowded room, laughter and chatter swirling around you as you leaned against the bar, sipping your drink. Chan slid in beside you, that familiar mischievous grin lighting up his face.

Suddenly, one of your friends- Felix, always the instigator- caught sight of you two leaning in, foreheads almost touching, eyes locked with that unmistakable spark.

“FINALLY!” he shouted, drawing a chorus of cheers and teasing whistles from the group.

You both flushed but didn’t pull away. Another friend nudged Chan, grinning. “So... who won the bet?”

Chan’s grin softened, his voice low and warm as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “We both did.”

You smiled into his eyes, knowing this was only the beginning.

[mars4hellokitty]

We'll never have sex

Hockeyplayer!Vi x reader :)

| The notorious fuck boy has seemingly put her days of sleeping around behind her after getting in a committed relationship. But between her teammates and the reputation bestowed upon her, the pressure to please you becomes overbearing |

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cw : none really? angst if you squint really hard but other than that it's just tooth rotting fluff :p hurt x comfort. ALSO MY NATIVE LANGUAGE ISN'T ENGLISH SO PLEASE BE MINDFUL 🙂‍↕️🙏🏾

a/n : THANK YOU SO MUCH @applejusue FOR PROOF READING FOR ME MUAH ILY ALL 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I just lost my ficginity guys 😓💔 I'm so so so so so so so so scared about posting this idk why it's probably like fine for my first try????? idk roast me to death or give me love idk idc um i don't think I'll write that much in the future??????? honestly who knows? ok i know I said roast me to death but dont be too harsh or I'll cry ☹️ OKAY HAVE FUN READING BYEEEEE

Milestones in relationships weren't something Vi was too familiar with, yet it felt like everyone around her had an internal checklist of these stages, which they expected their relationship to follow:

1. Dating

2. Officially being girlfriends

3. Saying ‘I love you’

4. Having sex

The hockey player was a notorious fuck boy in highschool, a reputation she has yet to be able to redeem. Because of this, her teammates are a bit…

Vi’s gaze traces up and down the aisle, trying to find something that you'd like. It was your anniversary and she wanted to get you something small to celebrate that, without the price hurting her wallet.

She grabs a box of chocolates she knew you loved, temporarily ignoring how many shifts at the Last drop it would cost her as she holds it gently.

Her teammate, Maddie, scoffs at her.

“I'd never spend that much money on such a prude.”

Vi's jaw clenches, teeth grinding together as she huffs through her nose.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I didn't think you had it in you man, a few years ago you wouldn't even have had a girl around for a week, let alone 5 months!” another girl shoots in, her seemingly sinister snicker making the other ones laugh all over again.

Her teammates laugh.

Like it was unbelievable that Vi would be with someone without putting her tongue in them.

“Just quit it, alright?” She huffs, pushing past them to get to the cashier. Pretending as though their words didn't feed her already growing insecurities.

Of course she'd thought about it, why you two hadn't done it already, were you just not ready? Did you not like her? Was she disappointing you?

Was she even worth more than what she could do for others?

Her mind churns and wanders, not noticing the line diminishing until the cashier has to gently bring her back to earth, waving a hand in front of her eyes.

Vi flinches slightly, putting the chocolate on the conveyor belt with an apologetic expression.

Her teammates had left her — How predictable — leaving her to take the long route to the dorms.

On the way there she made a plan, she had to. You were going to leave her unless she stopped being all sappy and just fucked you already.

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You had prepared everything, walking around and decorating the limited space you had in your dorm before your girlfriend was coming over.

You had your friends on speaker as you paced around, excitedly showing them everything you had bought as you neatly wrapped her gifts.

“I hope she'll like it!” You say excitedly to your friends, grinning.

The friends look at each other slightly before turning to talk to you.

“Look… It's been 5 months right?” She says carefully, trying to gauge your reaction.

You nod, not quite understand where this conversation was headed.

“And you haven't had sex?” Her question earns a groan from you as you keep tidying up.

“No we haven't, there's no deadline is there?” You ask sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

You didn't get why people put this timeline in front of you for no reason. Why couldn't you two just go at your own pace?

You were aware of Vi's past, and had a healthy dose of skepticism before you two started exclusively dating but she proved herself time and time again.

By this point you trusted her completely, which is why your friend’s unnecessary comment annoyed you.

“We're just looking out for you girlie, intimacy is important you know!” She says, trying to cover for the other friend.

Just as you were about to respond, the doorbell rings.

“She's here! "Bye!" You hang up before they get the chance to say anything, rushing to the door with a grin.

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Vi nervously shuffles from foot to foot, the plans that were previously swirling around in her head now plummet to the ground at the sight of you.

She's more nervous than usual, smiling sheepishly as you hug, wiping her hands on her pants when you aren't looking, running her hands through her hair enough times to probably make it greasy despite her definitely showering properly before coming here god why was she such a mess?

You didn't seem to notice, or maybe you did and just didn't want to comment on it. Maybe you found her so disgusting it turned you off?

“Do you like it?” You smile, showing her how you've decorated the place.

You pull her out of this anxious trance, as she looks around.

You had put in so much effort, for her? She hugs you gently.

“Thank you baby, happy 5 month anniversary.” You say sweetly, kissing her cheek gently.

Vi usually loves it when you kiss her cheek, it's a comfortable way to show intimacy, but now it's gotten to her. What if you kiss her other places instead of her lips on purpose?

Vi fidgets, picking at the skin of her scabbed knuckles.

You place the gifts you've wrapped neatly in front of Vi, smiling.

“Open it!” You coo, smiling as she takes the gifts, opening them.

The first gift is a bunny plushie dressed up as a hockey player, including the puck and the ball. You smile, proud that you got your girlfriend something she'd enjoy having.

A smile creeps up the pinkettes face. “Thank you babe.” Her hand reaches for yours, kissing it gently.

You giggle, enjoying her chivalrous ways of thanking you.

“I could thank you in other ways, you know?” Her voice gets low, watching your body language as she turns your hand, kissing up your forearm.

You shiver slightly, your breath labored ever so slightly.

“What- what are you doing?” the words slipped out, slightly shocked.

The pink haired girl freezes, looking up at you as she slowly pulls her lips away.

“I'm sorry I thought you wanted-” She begins, her eyes searching your face as the tears sting behind them.

A worried expression paints your face as you move closer towards your girlfriend.

“Thought I wanted what?” You ask softly, looking up at her.

“We've been together for almost half a year and we haven't had sex!” She blurts out, the words hanging in the air for a beat too long.

“There's no deadline, Vi.” You reassure her, grabbing her face gently, letting your thumbs caress her soft cheeks.

“But haven't you been waiting?” The pinkette asks, the statements from her teammates sticking to her like glue.

“To have sex? no?” You answer as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like sex was just something you randomly chose one day to want. Like it hadn't been plaguing your mind like her teammates said it had.

“But they said…” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Who's they, Vi?”

“... "My teammates."

You groan, having made it clear that you've never liked them a long time ago.

“Violet Vanderson, listen to me alright?” You say sternly, yet your voice is laced with love.

“I’d love you even if you told me you never wanted to have sex” You say, matter of factly. Her eyes water as your thumb reaches up to wipe it away.

“You mean more to me than that, you know that right?” You reassure, search her face for any sign of her taking your words into account.

Her tough exterior finally crumbles, her face scrunching up as she cries, her face in your hands. You pull her into a hug, soothing her gently.

All those years, only being pursued for one thing, convinced her she wouldn't find someone who wanted her for more than that. Someone who would hold her while she cries in a kitchen decorated to celebrate their 5 month anniversary.

“I love you, not just what you can give me. I love all of you.” You cooed gently, kissing her hair.

“I love you too.” She sobbed, burrying her head in the crook of your neck.

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You stay like that for a while,embracing each other as your hands drawing soothing circles on her back ever so gently.

When the pinkette looks up at you, her glossy powder blue eyes slightly red from all the crying, you simply smile.

“Do you want to sit on the couch? you still haven't opened the other present I got you.” You coo softly, kissing away the remaining tears.

Vi closes her eyes for a moment, soaking in the kisses, as if the soft plush of your lips would heal the wounds deep in her soul.

Without any warning she simply picks you up, playfully running over to the couch with you.

You laugh, playfully scolding her to slow down so she doesn't drop you. Your girlfriend gets the gift you got her as she sits down, placing you on her lap.

You turn to face her, straddling her lap to see her reaction better. “Go on, open it.” You urge her impatiently as she laughs.

“Calm down princess, I will.” She smirks, unwrapping the gift gently. The neat wrapping is undone carefully, a silent appreciation for your wrapping skills.

Her smirk widens into a smile as she opens the small box, finding a silver necklace with a violet colored stone inside.

“I know you don't wear these kinds of necklaces very often but it reminded me of you and-” her soft lips met yours before you were able to finish your sentence.

It wasn't rushed, heated, hungry or ranchy like she had planned it to be before she entered your dorm.

It was simple, sweet and loving, and she wouldn't want it to be any other way.

She takes notices of you smiling in the kiss, smiling as well. Vi’s unending stamina takes a toll on you as you gently pull away, needing air.

“So I take it you liked the gift?” You say in-between catching your breath.

“Liked is an understatement. I loved it, thank you so much.”

“I can put it on you if you want?” You suggest, gently taking the necklace out of her hands.

Vi nods as you lean in, breathing in the smell of your perfume as you lock the necklace.

You place a kiss on her neck, a gentle peck.

“It tickles,” she responds, grinning

“I love you” You murmur gently, pulling away

Vi hums gently in response

“The necklace looks really good on you, violet on violet.” You grin.

The pinkettes blue eyes roll at you, caressing your hips gently.

“Did you want to watch a movie?” You ask, turning around to reach for the remote.

“Sure, why don't you pick something princess?” She murmurs gently, placing her chin on your shoulder.

The tv glows gently as the time flies by as you watch the movie, occasionally switching positions as you talk about everything and nothing at all.

The credits roll on the tv screen, Vi spooning you gently. She peaks over your shoulder to check-in on you only to see you sleeping. She smiles, kissing the top of your head gently as she closes her eyes.

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She's convinced their coach hates them when the fluorescent lights in the ice rink attacked her eyes early in the morning.

The harsh sounds of the ice-skating blades slashing through the ice echo throughout the rink, in sync with the swish from the hockey stick perfectly leading the puck through the different obstacle courses.

At some point during the practice you had come, holding a water bottle as you waved excitedly waiting for her to see you.

Her heart skipped a beat as her powder blue eyes met yours. You came to her practice, with water.

Such a small gesture, yet so considerate.

You really did care.

Your gaze kept Vi in a trance —well until Coach Sevika came over— momentarily distracting her.

Maddie skates up next to her, nudging her slightly

“Hey Vi, you got any action last night?” Maddie snickers.

Vi smirks “Why, do you need any tips?” She shoots back.

Her teammates all collectively ‘ooo’ and Maddie scoffs, crossing her arms.

“N-no! me and Caitlyn are doing just fine!”

“If you must know, we watched a movie and fell asleep.”

Her teammates quiet down.

“and that's.. that alright with you?” Another one of them quipped, gauging Vi's reaction.

“Yeah. We're taking things at our own pace. One step at a time.” She answers, smiling as she looks up at you again.

Besides, there's no deadline, is there?

Taglist : @lolitalovess @korn-dawg @usuck @wrappedinvines

[formulafanfics13]

the girl in the white dress - KA12

Masterlist || Part 1

Part 2 to 'You're with him?'

Summary: Kimi Antonelli arrives at the paddock with a mystery girl at his side — elegant, unreadable, and clearly off-limits. The entire F1 grid and paddock spiral trying to figure out who she is. But it becomes obvious she’s not here for fame or games. She’s here for him. And Kimi makes it clear without a word: she’s his, and no one else gets to touch her.

Warnings: Power couple dynamics, intense mutual devotion, public/private contrast, groupchat gossip, obsession from other drivers, emotionally loaded glances, zero tolerance for bullshit. Feels like a modern royalty arrival.

She arrives at the paddock at 10:02 a.m., walking three steps behind Kimi Antonelli like it's rehearsed, like she knows exactly how to let him lead without ever looking like she's following.

White linen dress. Soft gold flats. Her hair in a plait that brushes the edge of her spine. No lanyard. No pass. But the security doesn't ask, because Kimi nods once, and she's through.

Everyone watches. Because no one knew she'd be here. And no one knows who the fuck she is. Except Toto, who clocks her from the Mercedes hospitality balcony and immediately leans into his headset. "Make sure someone has water for her when she gets to the garage." Except Susie, who watches from the F1 Academy tent with an amused sip of espresso. "That's our girl." And except George, who mutters under his breath to Carmen, "God help every other man in this paddock if she looks at them twice."

She doesn't. She's not here to flirt. She's here for Kimi. And god, does it show.

He offers her a headset as they reach the Mercedes garage. She shakes her head. Stays just outside. One hand on the back of her neck. The other looped in the strap of her tiny designer bag. Calm. Regal. Observing everything like she's royalty visiting a foreign kingdom.

"Is that her?" Oscar whispers to Lando.

"Holy shit," Lando whispers back. "She's real."

Pierre does a full double-take and nearly walks into the Ferrari hospitality door. Logan fumbles his sunglasses. Charles chokes on his water bottle. Max doesn't react, just looks, blinks once, then turns away. But that means more than anything. Because she's not loud. Not attention-seeking. Not manufactured. She doesn't need PR. Doesn't need sponsorship. She's Kimi's. And every single person here knows what that means.

She leans into the pit wall for a moment. Kimi says something in Italian. She rolls her eyes, smacks his shoulder playfully, then smiles. And that's when the paddock really loses it. Because that smile? It's not for them. Not for the cameras. It's for him. And it's soft. It's fucking intimate.

"That's not a situationship," Daniel says under his breath to Christian Horner. "That's endgame."

"She's not even trying," Carlos mutters to Charles.

"She doesn't have to," Charles murmurs back.

Zhou Guanyu circles her once during a grid walk and almost asks for her number, until Kimi appears behind her, hand brushing her lower back, and stares. Zhou aborts immediately.

Later, in the Red Bull motorhome, someone sends a photo in the group chat.

DRIVER GROUPCHAT Pierre: bro. who is kimi's girl. Yuki: i tried to flirt. i got verbally euthanised. Oscar: toto said she's not allowed to do grid walks alone. George: i don't blame him. she's literally made of gold. Alex: she looks eighteen? Charles: she is. Pierre: fuck. i'm going to jail. Lando: you should. Max: she's smart. too smart for this chat. Carlos: you talked to her?? Max: she asked me what compound we were on. i said softs. she said emotionally? Lando: i'm in love. Oscar: too late. kimi already is.

Back in the garage, she's sitting on a folding chair, legs crossed, watching the monitors. No makeup. Just lip balm and a hint of perfume that smells like summer. Kimi walks past her, drops a kiss on the crown of her head, and keeps moving. She doesn't blush. She expects it.

They don't speak in public. But they don't have to. She glances at the timing sheet. Tilts her head. Points to a sector. He glances over. Nods. Doesn't correct her. Doesn't explain. Just accepts it. Because she knows. Because she alwaysknows.

One of the Sky reporters tries to approach her. She blinks slowly, then says, "I'm not here for press."

"Just a few questions-"

"I'm here for Kimi," she says, "not you, I'm sorry." And walks away.

Toto sees the whole thing. Smiles. Later, the cameras catch Kimi walking out of the Mercedes motorhome with her behind him. He's changed. Navy polo. Sunglasses. She's wearing his jacket now. Swamped in it. She doesn't look at the cameras. But Kimi does. Just once. One warning glance. And the media knows: this girl isn't up for debate.

[queersyourgender]

Congrats on the milestone! 💜 I’m not sure if you are okay with writing for Abbot from the Pitt…if you are, could you write something about a nurse reader who gets hurt by a patient or something but tries to hide? It’s okay if you don’t want to 💕 congratulations again!!

Hiding Your Pain — Jack Abbot x GN!Reader

Notes: Eee thank you!! Ofc I'm okay writing for Jack, he's high on my list of favorites! I hope this is to your liking, and thank you so much again <3

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It happens all the time, you remind yourself. Don't make a big deal out of it. That's your motto for whenever you get assaulted on the job. It definitely doesn't apply to your colleagues, you remember raising hell and high water when Mateo's tooth got knocked out right in front of you, but that's how you roll for yourself.

That's why when you get a knee from a patient directly into your ribs, so violently it knocks you on your ass, you already know this is an incident you won't tell anyone about. All you do is quickly get to your feet and shout for security to catch the man before he escapes, hunched over and clutching your side in pain.

Dr. Abbot's the first to run over to you rather than the runner, his eyes critical and serious. “Shit, what happened in there? You hurt?” He asks you curtly, his tone short and no-nonsense and his hands hovering over you but not quite touching as he looks you up and down, trying to assess for any injuries.

Quickly, you straighten up and wave a dismissive hand in the air, silencing your pained whines and shallow pants as you try to play it off. “No, no, it's okay, he just scared me,” you lie to your attending, giving him a strained smile and shaking your head. “I'm fine, Dr. Abbot, thank you for asking.”

Your boss narrows his eyes at you, clearly unconvinced but unable to ask any further questions without reason. Which is great, because you're already embarrassed enough as it is that you wasted his time and made him worry over you like that.

Security tackles the dude and takes him away, and the shift carries on as normal. Night shift was always hectic, but after playing both sides, you found that you preferred it over the morning. The team just felt closer, more like family. It had nothing to do with your hot boss, by the way.

With a sigh, you wrap up another patient, much less rowdy patient and head back to the nurse's station, dropping down into one of the chairs and wincing at the pressure that mere action puts on your no doubt bruised by now ribs. Charge nurse Birdget must hear some kind of noise from you, because she immediately drops everything she's doing and whips around to look at you.

“You okay?” She asks, and there's a warning around her question, like she's saying you better not have pulled that stupid shit again without actually saying it, and you try to give her a thumbs up only to move too fast and pull your hurting side. Bridget's eyes widen, and she turns around and calls: “Jack!”

You look up at her in betrayal and alarm, because she could've called literally anybody else, could've even checked you up herself, but no, she has to call the man you're secretly gone on. Dr. Abbot must hear the urgency in Bridget's voice because he springs out of a trauma room, looking directly at her with sharp eyes.

When he notices you beside her, his eyes immediately narrow as he connects the dots before Bridget even says anything. She still snitches on you anyway, and you have no choice but to get up and follow after your unhappy attending as he motions for you to get behind the empty curtain number three.

“It's really not that bad,” you still try to say, blushing something fierce as you look everywhere but at him while lifting your scrubs and undershirt up and above your ribs where you got kneed. At Jack's sharp intake of breath, you look down at yourself, and your eyes go wide at the violent discoloration. “Okay, maybe it is that bad. Damn.”

“Goddamnit, I fucking asked you,” Jack hisses, shaking his head angrily, and your eyes immediately look to the floor in shame. You hadn't wanted to bother him, but even worse than that is to disappoint him.

Suddenly, though, a hand settles underneath your chin, thumb gripping it gently and lifting your head up so that your gazes can meet. “Sorry,” the older man murmurs, his cheeks glowing a faint pink-ish shade as he deeply looks back into your eyes. “I'm not mad. Just worried.”

Your eyes widen despite yourself. “Worried?” You ask, and Jack gives you a strange look, something along the lines of exasperated and knowing at the same time.

“Yeah, worried,” he repeats, reaffirming the idea with an almost playful lilt to his voice. “You know, a state of concern? It happens sometimes, when something bad happens to someone you care about.”

“You care about me?” You stammer, your voice high-pitched and disbelieving, and Jack clearly can't help the way he chuckles at that. “And people said I was the clueless one,” he murmurs, shaking his head fondly as he examines you, content on letting you flounder for answers as a punishment for trying to hide your pain from him.

[mortal-ethos]

Polytrix x reader but the reader is actually Derpy the tiger who could transform into a human form the whole time (gn!reader)

Mira and Zoey warm up to you pretty quickly, Zoey much faster than Mira, and you've been cuddling with them on Rumi's bed for quite some time. Rumi comes into the bedroom from taking a shower, silently as per usual, and she scares the crap out of all three of you. The girls shriek as you make a deep cat-like groaning sound and roll off the bed. Rumi immediately runs up to the girls, apologizing profusely as they try to reassure her everything is fine. You slowly lift yourself up from the floor, the knock to the ground having disoriented you, and find your groaning has turned into... Words.

"Ngh, that could've felt better."

The girls voices go silent immediately. And your heart beats in your chest. Uh oh. You turn to look at them slowly, as their jaws nearly reach the floor. You barely see yourself, out of the corner of your eye, in the mirror beside you. Your skin is bluish in tint, with striped dark blue short hair and cat ears. Your sharp fangs peek out slightly from your lips and you sigh.

"I should go." Your bright orange eyes scan over them as Zoey is the first one to speak, taking in a deep and sharp breath.

"You're a person too?!" Her voice is high pitched and your ears twitch. You start shuffling backwards and tip over Rumi's metal waste bin. Your ears perk up as you slowly turn your head towards it. You kneel down quickly and with both hands, carefully place it up right. Or try to, at least, as you drop it from a few inches above the ground and it spins around itself before falling over again. You do this a couple times before Rumi sighs in exasperation and goes over to the bin and places it upright. You slowly look up to her and blink.

"I almost had it."

"I'm sure you did." She says kindly before she crosses her arms in front of you, and you look down in shame. You sit on your knees, your legs pulled in, and lean forward drastically, your forehead flat against the floor.

"I'm very sorry for not telling you earlier. I'm not good at interacting with people when I'm... A person. Everyone likes the tiger more. That is why I stayed as a tiger. I understand I betrayed your trust. I will leave now." You move to sit up straight as a hand softly catches the top of your head. You look up to see that it's Rumi's hand, as she scratches behind your ears like she normally does. Her gaze is inquisitive and you try to restrain yourself but fail. A deep purring reverberates from your chest and fills the room. You stare at her in awe for a few moments before quickly forcing your head back to the ground with a bang, and the girls wince. "It has been a long time since I have not been a tiger. I apologize for my odd tendencies."

"Not like they're any stranger than Rumi's." Mira jokes and Rumi in response gives a short, "hey!"

The pink haired girl laughs. "As if you don't purr when you're scratched behind the ears." This makes Rumi's cheeks flush with red. Zoey is basically vibrating with excitement as she speaks.

"Okay, okay, but I have so many questions. Can the bird shapeshift too?"

"Oh, him? No, he's just like that. He's always been like that."

"How can you transform into a tiger?"

"I don't know. I've been able to for as long as I can remember."

"Is it because you used to be a tiger?"

"I don't know, it's possible."

"What's your opinion of zoo tigers?" The last question makes Mira grab her face to turn to her.

"Zoey, focus." The dark haired girl mumbles a confirmation before they turn back to you.

"Have you ever seen us, uh..." Rumi asks awkwardly, and pauses. You look back up to her and wait patiently as she struggles to finish the sentence but Mira finishes it for her.

"Naked. Doing embarrassing stuff. Any of that?" She says curtly and your eyes go wide.

"I promise, I have never seen any of you in unsightly circumstances. Despite my dishonesty previously, I would never do such a thing." The girls all look between themselves, in relief but still uneasy. Rumi walks forward to the girls as they softly discuss what to do next, as your ear perks up to a sound outside the window. You slowly turn your head towards it, and crawl forward. You sniff the air, an acrid stench filling your nostrils, and a growl bubbles up from deep within your stomach. Your crawl becomes a prowl, as your shoulders tense and bunch, your spine curves and your feet flex. Soon your presence fills up much more space, your skin turning to a cobalt hide, paws padding against the floor, claws digging into carpet. The girls aren't so engrossed in their conversation that they don't notice the giant cat has returned.

"Uh, what're you doing?" Mira asks cautiously, and your big bright eyes stay focused ahead. The window to the balcony is open thankfully, and you walk onto it. The girls get up quickly to follow you, and within an instant you find the stench. Above you, a demon, of average build and strength, perched upon the roof. With a quick lunge and a careful descent, your mouth contains the demon's torso. Your teeth dig in and you hear the demon plead for mercy, confused why you would attack one of your own. Your wide eyes don't change, as you slowly apply more and more pressure. The girls just stare at you, baffled by the sight before them. They slowly pull their weapons from the Honmoon, and you hear its song ringing in your head. Your eyes close peacefully, as you accept a fate you would only expect from having betrayed the demon hunters. And with the sound of a swipe beside your ears, the blade itself singing through the air, the smell of rotten meat and sulphur disappearing, your eyes open again. The demon within your maw is gone. You look up to the girls again, confused, though you know your eyes can't show it. They allow their weapons to return to the Honmoon, and small smiles come to their faces.

"I guess since you're human, too, we can give you actual food now." Mira ponders smugly and Zoey lights up.

"Oh! Oh! I wonder if you like ramyeun! Have you ever had it before?" She asks quickly, and you hope your head tilt conveys your unfamiliarity with the product. She gasps and runs away, yelling, "You're gonna try mine first!"

Mira follows after her, laughing, leaving you and Rumi where you first met. She gives you a soft smile and crouches down. She holds the side of your furry face, and you let your form disintegrate. Dark blue flecks float into the air as your flesh returns, your eyes burn as they search her face. You're not certain exactly for what though, you find her hard to read.

"Let's get you some clothes, huh?" She says, and you realize for the first time that you have been naked... This whole time. Your cheeks darken, as you push your head forward to the ground again, your palms beside it.

"I am so sorry for my indecency! You are too kind!" Your voice booms and she laughs.

"it's not the craziest thing I've seen tonight. It's okay. But maybe you should come inside?" She takes your hands and lifts you up, careful not to stare at you. It's been... You're not sure how long it's been since you've stood on two feet. She helps you walk inside, as you squeeze her offered arm and steady yourself on the railing of the balcony. She gives you some oversized sweatpants and a top, and it's... Warm. Soft. Cozy. Almost like your fur. The girls stuff your belly with human food, and Zoey tries to pry out of you which of the ramyeun was your favorite. Mira asks you questions about yourself as Rumi examines your more demonic features.

"So, we've been calling you Derpy for a while... Sorry about that. What's your actual name?" Mira asks, and your eyes go wide.

"Oh. I don't..." You look down to your hands, the hands you haven't seen in hundreds of years. Your brow furrows, an expression you forgot you could make. "I don't know." The girls sit in a sad silence for a little bit before Rumi speaks up.

"Well, Derpy is kind of... rude. With everything considered. What about...," she thinks for another couple seconds before continuing. "What about Pureun?"

"Pureun? Like, just 'blue'?" Zoey asks, her mouth full of noodles, and Rumi shrugs. You let the word settle on your shoulders, sit in your stomach, and you feel almost a fluttering. A smile reaches your face, a real smile, and you look up to the girls.

"I like that." The girls take a second before softening their gazes and smile back at you.

Pureun. Yeah, that will do.

[mlyscha]

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS 𓏲 NEIGHBOR JONGSEONG

❝ 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 ❞

This is the part one of the "WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS" two parts series!

【 CATALOGUE 】 𝒶' neighbor!jongseong ﹠ fem!reader ( 11 OOO ) non idol au 𐔌 series! fluff&slowburn&crack ; 𝓮xtra' . not proofread, eng. is not my mother language! (..◜ᴗ◝..) click here for pt2!

IN WHICH ᝰ your parents convince you to help your little sister sell lemonade around the new neighborhood and hopefully make some friends.

𝒶!付言 : hey, guys! so, i've been wanting to write this au for a while now and now that i am coming back, i thought i would post it because it has been rotting in my drafts hehe... that's not funny. (¬`‸´¬)

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍! ♡ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾&𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀&𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

"I already miss you so much, Nina..." you whine as you roll to the other side of your recently bought bed. "I know... I miss you too! But you know what I miss even more?" "What?" you ask. "Your cookies..." your friend chuckles on the other end of the line, whispering like it's a secret, making you scoff. "You're ridiculous, but maybe I can send you some somehow," "Really?!" you could picture her eyes shining. "no." you reply, dead serious. "You're mean, Y/N..." her voice seems do melt away, just like the candle─ lavender scent ─ you brought from your old house; to hopefully cover the musty smell.

You laugh out loud, also picturing her smile fading away as the negative word came out of your mouth. Suddenly, you hear the front door of your newly bought house opening and the muffled voice of your mum and your dad echo. "Y/N! Come here!" the feminine voice calls out for you, making you whimper in lazy. "I think you have to go now," Nina comments. "How did you hear my mum calling me?" You smirk in amusement. "Well, one thing I know about your family is that they are very loud─and don't take this as an offense, alright? it's... cute...?" she sounds uncertain, but you brush her hesitation away with a chuckle.

"Alright, you heard my mum─ I gotta go!" "Okay, talk to you later!" "Talk to ya later." "And don't forget my cooki-" and you hang up, feeling that Nina would be fuming because you hung up on her face.

Throwing your phone on your bed carelessly and blowing the candle out, you go upstairs just to encounter your parents putting away the groceries they just bought at a nearby market.

"Hey, Y/N!" your mum smiles at you. "You're tired?" she asks as your dad looks at you, curious about your reply. "Kind of..." she purses her lips and turn to look at you as you sit on the chair across the kitchen counter. "Y/N, I was wondering if you could help your sister with-" "Before you say anything, I will be honest and say that I won't be helping her with potty training or something." Your mum chuckles.

"Y/N, your sister is five years old, she knows- okay, maybe she is still learning how to do her duties, okay?" you shrug. "Honey, we were wondering if you could help your sister to sell lemonade," your father speaks up. "she's really excited and since me and your mum are looking for jobs around the area, it would be great if you could help your little sister out." "Yeah! And you could also make new friends, Y/N!" your mum adds.

Your eyes were narrowed eyes while hearing their requests, but then, it softened as you started to ponder the idea of hopefully make some money and see your little sister's smile. And about the friends part? It was a consequence, nothing serious or like an objective.

"But it's really hot outside," you pause, hesitant on speaking. "won't it be a big problem? you ask, worried. "Oh..." your mum stares at your dad with worry across her face. "Honey, you two will be fine! Don't worry about the heat and make happy memories with your sister. If you feel really hot you can drink some lemonade and maybe, if you two raise some money, you can buy an electric fan, you know?" you slowly nod your head in understatement, but looking a little skeptical still.

"Come on, Y/N, you're 20 years old, you can handle some heat! Imagine your little sister who's five! She'll be selling lemonades all alone in the summer... really?" your mum softens your heart.

You don't want to agree with her, but she's right. You should make memories with your sister until she turns into an rebellious teen that no one can manage. And you shouldn't be this thick-headed: you remember the first lemonade tent you opened back in the days... It was so much fun despite the heat, you should admit.

"Okay, I will help her, no problem." you give them a small grin. "Oh! Great!" your mum claps her hands with excitement. "When are we planning to open her little lemonade tent?" you ask as you make your way out of the kitchen. "Perhaps... on saturday?" "Today is...?" "Thursday." you nod your head in agreement. "Alright, and where our little lemonade seller?" you ask your parents and you could see the amused grin across their faces. "At the living room!"

As you hear that, you make your way to the living room and walk in looking for your sister, encountering her laying on the sofa. "Princess?" you call her since she seemed to be asleep. "It's too hot!" you chuckle, crouching close to the sofa and then nudging her just to hear her bothered whine. "You are hot?" she nods. "You know we have an AC here, right?" suddenly, her eyes went wide open. "Are you serious?!" "Yeah..." you grin, nodding your head. "Do you want me to turn it on since you're hot?" "What do you think?" she replies with an frustrated tone. "I think you... don't want me to...?" you tease her and she pouts. "Okay, okay, I will turn it on, I'm just teasing you."

You walk to the nearby desk to grab the AC controller, turning it on instantly. "Oh... much better..." she spoke with her eyes closed, relaxed. "Lily, mum and dad told me about the lemonade tent and guess what?" You sit on the empty end of the sofa. "What?" "I'll be helping you!" "Really?!" she sits up to look at you with bright eyes.

"Yeah!" you laugh. "Are you excited?" "Kind of!" "Kind of?" you drop your head to the side. "By the tone of your voice I thought you were really excited, but 'kind of?'" "Isn't kind of a good thing?" she mimics the drop of your head, pouting in confusion. "Not as much as you think it is." you respond with a shrug, poking her fragile shoulder.

"I thought it was because I always hear mum, dad and you 'speaking' it" "It's not 'speaking', it's saying," you correct her, "Whatever," Lily shrugs, sitting up completely on the sofa.

"So... Lily," your sister looks up at you. "mum and dad told me you were making the sing for you lemonade tent, what do we have so far that I can help you out with?" "Mummy and and daddy lied," "What do you mean?!" you chuckle, thinking she was just joking around or randomly saying that. "I didn't start nothing yet," she shrugs, walking over to grab some random boxes. "they told me to use these boxes to make the sign." you nod your head. "O-okay,"

You walk over to inspect which part of the boxes you could cut to turn into a beautiful thing. "Good thing we moved, now we have plenty of boxes if something goes wrong." you comment. "And how are we going to build the whole tent? I mean, we have cardboard, but it's surely not the best of the best materials to build an entire lemonade tent."

Out of nowhere, Lily waves her hand as if she was calling you to get closer, so you bend over to hear what she has to say. "Mummy and daddy said that our neighbour will help us with that, don't worry too much, sissy!" she pats your should like an old man giving you advice. "Our neighbor?" "Yeah! Now, stop asking me questions and let's start making this sign before I get tired." "Okay, ma'am!" you shrug.

"All done!" the amused voice coming from Lily make you smile despite the tiredness. "Oh, wow, girls! Did you two make that?" you look at your little sister, waiting for her to answer with excitement. "Yes, mummy! Me and sissy did that!" she sounded so proud that you laughed out of cuteness.

If you're wondering how the sign turned out, imagine an rectangle figure painted in white and a lettering saying: "Lemonade by Lily" and a heart shape made by the 'lemonade seller'. Oh! And an important detail is that, above your little sister's name, a small crown has been drawn.

"That looks sooooo pretty! Now, you know what comes next, right?" "What, mummy?" "Clean this mess up," Lily whines and you mock her, whining along, but she doesn't realises it. "Can you at least help me, mummy?" "Lily, mum's busy, I'll help you." you say, poking her shoulder and nodding at the mess. "...Okay..." "Thank you, Y/N." your mum smiles, walking away from the room to make dinner.

Later that day, you were laying on the sofa with your mum: your head on her lap, her hands caressing your head while watching something on the tv― dad and Lily sleeping upstairs. "Oh, I'm so glad your dad moved the furniture here before we actually moved, it's much more comfortable this way," she randomly commented. You hum as you heard her comment.

"What are you watching, mum?" you ask her, turning your head completely to the tv, letting go of analysing the ends of your hair. "Some silly romance I used to watch when I was a teen," "Oh, really? You enjoy watching romances that much?" you glance up at her this time. "Sometimes, yeah..." she nods. "I like to reminisce the old times." your mum smiles with affection.

"You wanna know what?" "What?" you ask her, curiously. "The first time your dad asked me on a date, we went to the cinema― because, you know, it was a very romantic thing back in the days― and we watched this film." your mum chuckles, as if she remembered something. "I remember I found the acting so bad that I could just laugh the entire time."

"Did you and dad kiss that day?" you ask her with a grin on your face, appreciating her story telling. "No, because I couldn't stop laughing we were actually kicked out of the session," she replies and you chuckle. "Really?" "Really," she nods. "But you know what? I am glad we were kicked out of the session." "Why is that?" you frown. "Because later on your dad invited me to come over his house― after we talked a few more months prior― and there we kissed while watching the same film; as we watched at the cinema."

"Why would he invite you to come over to his house just to watch the same film you kind of hated?" "I didn't hate it, I just found it... stupid." your mum spoke with an uncertain tone. "Whatever, answering your question: your dad told me he loved my laugh, so he wanted to hear it more." and once again, she grins like a teen girl talking about her first date with her best friend.

"Mum," she hums. "Will I ever be loved like you are loved by dad?" "Honey," your mum chuckles, probably thinking you sounded kind of silly. "You will be as loved as dad loves me, okay?" this time, you chuckle, nodding. "That was melancholic, wasn't it?" "I won't judge, many times I have asked that to your grandma." she admits. "Oh, really?" "Of course! I was around your age when I first met your father! And, by the way, your dad is my first and ever kiss." "That means not everything is lost," you joke, but your mum agrees. "If that makes you feel better." after a shrug, she yawns.

"Are you getting sleepy, mum?" "Kind of, but do you want to ask me anything else? I want to know." she begins to play with your hair once again. You think a little hard before asking: "Who is our neighbor?"

"What do you mean, Honey?" "I mean, like," you sit up, glancing at her. "who is them? Is they an old man, is they a-" "It's an old man." she replies dead serious. "Oh..." you purse your lips. "good to know." you nod your head this time, like your understood her tone.

Suddenly, you hear your mum's laugh. "Just kidding, I haven't actually meet them, only your dad has." she shrugs. "" "But Lily told me dad and you learned about them since they were taking care of the lemonade tent..." you frown in confusion. "Oh, so she told you? Good, I was thinking you were asking me that melancholic stuff and then about our neighbor because I were falling for them-" "Mum! I haven't even seen them!" you exclaim and she shushes you. "I know, that's why you should try to know them! I have bought some ingredients for cookies... Just saying..." she shrugs this time. "And just so you know: put on that dress of yours, it's pretty."

"What smells so good here...?" a masculine voice encounters your ears. "Sissy's making cookies!" your little sister answers dad. "Oh, really? And-" "It's not for you, for me or for Lily, it's for our neighbours, honey." your mum walks in, giving your dad a deal breaker and a peck. "Our neighbours, huh?" "Mum is actually making me look mean because I am not baking anything for you guys," you finish putting the cookies in the oven. "but I promise I have made enough for everyone here." "Take that, sweetie!" your dad teases your mum. "Shut up, Bernard!" "My name isn't Bernard!" "Exactly!" "Your mum is so romantic, isn't she?"

"Mummy, can I go with sissy, pleeeease?" "Lily, you have things to do, let sissy go alone." "What things? I'm just 5 years old! Not 50 like you and dad!" "Lily, honey, I am not 50!" "Well dad is 50, right, dad?" you tease him. "Look, what if I am?" "Old... Yikes!" "Lily!" your mum enters the discussion. "Let's stop this discussion before our poor dad has an heart attack," and once again, you tease him. "Stop right there, Y/N." he points his finger at you and you surrender yourself, walking away from the kitchen.

"Mummy, what things I have to do?" "Um..." "Nothing?" "Li-" "Oh, great, so I can go with sissy!" she jumps out of her chair and runs up to you. "Sissy, mummy just told me I can go with you!" "I did not!"

A few hours later, you have put the cookies in a cute tupperware with a small letter saying: "made with love, hope you enjoy!" and you were wearing the pretty dress your mum mentioned last night. Just so you know: the dress is long, flowy, with a flowery pattern and uncovered arms. Your hair is half put in a ponytail while the underneath stays loose and free― a princess style. And lastly, but not least, you had pretty normal, yet cute, sandals on― you weren't putting on trainers under this heat.

I went downstairs to grab the cookies and leave. By the way, it was around afternoon, so the sun was setting, creating the perfect scenario and atmosphere to go out― and thankfully it wasn't as hot as you thought it would be.

"Mum, dad, I'll be back!" "Lily, don't!" you hear you mum yelling at Lily, you couldn't see them, but you assumed she just tried to run up to you. You chuckle with the scene. "Bye!" "Bye, honey!"

And with that, you are meet with the hot, yet, windy weather. "Thank God this dress is long..." you mutter to yourself, walking up to the house on your right, since that was the house with the number you were looking for― and the number your mum gave you.

Hesitantly and nervously, you ring the door bell and leave a small knock at the door. Your hands were sweaty and fidgeting on the corner of the tupperware's lid, but suddenly the door opened; revealing a man, who looked around his 50's. "May I help you?"

The man was sweaty and his beard a little grown, but looked and sounded friendly, so you smiled despite your shyness. "Hey there! So, I am your neighbor, my name is Y/N and I'm actually Y/D/N's daughter; to be more specific..." you nod. The man looked at you with narrowed eyes that soon softened, making you feel more comfortable but tense at the same time― not knowing what to expect at this point.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N! Come in!" you were a little hesitant to come in since the man wasn't familiar and in his late 50's, but you decide to enter his house since your dad knew him apparently. "I apologise about this mess, I wasn't expecting guests today," he chuckles. "Oh, I'm sorry about that! I don't want to be inconvenient..." "Hey," he looks at you. "I didn't mean it like that!" the man waves his hand with an friendly tone. "I should be more organized and clean, that's all." and to ease the atmosphere, he laughs.

"Mi casa, su casa! Or however the teens say nowadays," you chuckle and sit on the sofa since he gestured for you to take a seat. "Do you want some water? Some coffee?" "Oh, no, I actually wanted to give this to you as a..." you pause. "a thanks for building my little sister's lemonade tent." you smile and extend the tupperware so he could accept it. "Oh, really? Thank you so much, I wasn't expecting anything in return since everyone around the neighbourhood helps each other out." you notice his smile. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you my name! I'm James, Jay's father!" James shakes his hand with you as an act of respect.

"You have a son?" "Yeah!" he sounded proud. "I'm going to call him, mind to wait a second here?" "You don't need to call him, it's okay!" you wave your hand, not planning to bother his son with your presence somehow. "Nonsense, you took your time to make us this delicacy, I am calling definitely calling him to meet you!" you didn't try to say anything then, waiting patiently at the sofa and a few seconds later you heard some voices coming from somewhere over the house to the living room.

"Y/N, meet my son, Jay!" you glance at them and your eyes meet with that blond guy wearing black gloves and protection glasses. You notice his trousers covered in wood dust― as it seems to be wood. "Ni-nice to meet you," you stand up to shake his hands, but before you could do that, he takes off his gloves and then shakes your hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm... Jay, as you might have heard." ― He's handsome and friendly? Oh gosh... ― you thought. "And you are Y/N, right?" "Oh?"― His father has told him my name? ― that little voice insisted. "Yes, I'm Y/N." you awkwardly responded. "Good..."

"Okay, kids, I'll make some tea so we can talk and eat these cookies together, alright?" "Oh, there's no need to do that, I'm leaving soon." "Why is that?! No, stay here and drink some tea with us, and then I'll let you leave, 'kay? Jay, talk to her, I'll be back in a minute."

Jay nods and gives the man a small hum as his father walks away from the living room to the kitchen. Both of you sit down― Jay sitting on the armchair while you sit on the sofa, the awkward atmosphere standing tall and firm. "I was , um... working on the... the lemonade tent...?" he starts but soon sounds uncertain, so you nod, confirming his doubt. "right, the lemonade tent for your sister, and now I might have to work even harder to make it perfect." you wonder what he meant by that. "What do you mean?" "Nothing." he sounded embarrassed since he coughed right after and looked awkward, leaving more questions in the air. "you'll be working at your little sister's tent?" "Sure, my parents convinced me somehow." you chuckle.

"Now I am sure I'll have to make that tent perfect..." he mutters to himself but you hear it. "Why is that?" you chuckle once again. "What?" he glances at you with desperate, yet, shy eyes― billion thoughts going on his mind after seeing your pretty self sitting on that sofa. You were about to ask Jay what he meant by that, but steps were heard coming from the kitchen so the conversation was over.

"Here is the tea and the cookies," he places it on the center table. "hey, son, get out of my seat." "Why?" you saw the way his father glanced at him, like he was giving that 'mum look'― except it was the 'father look'. And before you knew it, Jay stood up from the armchair and sits on the sofa that you were sat on― a few inches away, of course. With that, you must admit that the awkwardness grew bigger, but thankfully, Mr. James breaks the ice by asking some simple questions or commenting about his work― which you were pretty interested on.

"And how old are you, Y/N?" "I am 20 years old," "Oh?! Really?!" that man had a damn amused smirk on his face and you realised he wasn't glancing at you a few seconds after your response, but at his son. "Aaand, do you have a boyfriend?" "Dad!" you heard Jay yell. "What? I just want to know!" "You're making her feel uncomfortable!" "No, it's okay and... no, I don't have a boyfriend..." "See, son? She's only 3 years younger than you and doesn't have a boyfriend!" "What that has to do with me, dad? Stop that."― ouch! what a cold man!

"That's so cool! I didn't know that you could sculpt something like that out of wood!" you comment with amusement after Mr. James showed you a picture of a wood sculpture he has finished a few years ago― in which he sounds really proud ever since. "I know, right? It took about five months to sculpt this, but it's always worthy to see our clients smile, you know?" you nod. "And this sculpture is like... 6 feet tall so it's massive! It's even taller than me and Jay together!" He jokes and Jay grins at his dad's antics.

When Mr. James was about to share another proud work with you, your phone rings and without a doubt it was your mum, so you don't pick up but announces that you had to go back home. "Already?!" Jay's dad pouts. "I wanted to show you a dog sculpture, but maybe next time..." he shrugs. "Dad she has been here for almost three hours now, she's probably tired," Jay comments without glancing at you, like, at all, focusing on the can of soda he had in hands― you discovered he wasn't a huge fan of tea.

"My son is always getting on my ass..." his dad mutters just to hear a airy laugh coming from Jay. "Alright, Y/N, it was a pleasure to meet you, I hope we can see each other soon." you nod with a smile. "We will, Mr. James, it was my pleasure meeting you two!" you bow your head in respect and walk to the door accompanied by the two owners of the house. "We loved the cookies and tell your dad I said 'hey'." "No problem, will do," you nod your head once again. "Bye, Y/N, pleasure to meet you." Jay gestures with his hand discreetly, leaving you amused. "Bye, Jay, my pleasure to meet you... I'll see you around?" you watch him nod with a closed smirk. "Hopefully." "Hopefully."

So you walk back home with your heart almost beating out of your chest and a big grin across your face, making your mum smirk at the way you walked in the house, already knowing damn well what and who you have encountered in that place.

"Hello, hello! I'm back!" "There is she!" your mum exclaims from the living room and you make your way to talk to her. "There is me!" you open your arms like you were being free from something. "Why are you acting like this?" your mum chuckles, asking you just to make sure she was right. "Like what?" "So excited and happy, haven't seen you that happy since high school," she mutters, putting her glasses back on as she reads a random book.

"Mum! Come on!" you walk up to her and sits on the empty space on the sofa. "We’ve just moved to this house out in the country and we are all together here, everyone is happy and-" you sigh, laying on the sofa and completely ignoring your mum's legs laying on the sofa as well. "And apparently we have amazing neighbours, right?" she gently kicks your head just so you get up. "Is that what you were going to say?" you frown at her with a pout, sitting up. "Amazing neighbours...? What do you mean?" "You know what I mean!" she jokes, laughing out loud while getting up from the sofa.

"Or may I say... amazing neighbour?" "Mum!" you throw a pillow at her while she walks away from the living room after whispering those words at you. "Good night, sweetie! Sell lots of lemonade tomorrow!"― oh, right! The lemonade tent!

Later that same friday night, you decided to call your best friend― Nina― to update about your first day at this new town, and, of course, about your neighbour.

"And he is soooo handsome, Nina! Ugh! I have never seen anyone with a jawline so perfect and such a sexy appeal!" you roll around your bed as you reminisce his face. You hear Nina laughing on the other side of the line. "And you said he, 'apparently', knows how to sculpt on wood and build things, yeah?" "Yeah." "How come are you falling in love with Bobby the Builder, oh my gosh, Y/N!" she jokes and you chuckle. "He's not like Bobby the Builder, he's more like... the Michelangelo of the Bobby Builders." you say and all you hear is silence.

"Oh gosh, Y/N..." "What?" "That's your first impression of him?" Nina sounded shocked. "...Apparently, yeah... why?" "Girl, be careful, you might die from falling from him too hard. I can see you already hit your head, you're not okay!" "What do you mean?!" you whine after a chuckle. "What was that analogy?" she teases you even more by mocking your voice. "Oh he's like the Michelangelo of the Bobby Builders and I hope we marry, have three kids and two dogs― how about that?!" you laugh, trying not to be loud since you didn't want an upset mum knocking on your door― creepy...

"Nina, I know I might sound a little thrilled-" "A little lot thrilled actually," "A lot and pretty much thrilled perhaps, but I am going for it, okay? He's hot, he's my neighbour and he works hard on his stuff." "That's actually great to hear, Y/N― that you recognises his qualities, even though you guys have seen each other once! You're very positive about your future and feelings, I admire that about you."

"Why do I feel like you're being sarcastic...?" you ask with a certain hesitance. "'Cause I am being fucking sarcastic!" "Oh, good... bingo...!" "Y/N, jokes aside, I am here for you no matter what, so, take your time to meet your lover and I hope I can know who is him someday― invite me to your wedding!" "You're so sweet sometimes... Okay, I gotta sleep, tomorrow I have to help my sister sell lemonade, remember?" "Of course I do, you sent me a hundred texts about it anyway." "Alright," you chuckle. "Talk to you later," "Bye," "Bye," "Love you." "Love you too." and with that, you hung up the phone, hoping you could encounter the blond headed boy the next morning.

The day rise a little brighter today and, despite the heat, the weather was good and balanced. This morning you woke up a little early so you could start making the lemonades that you'll be selling with your little sister, and of course, you asked for your mum's review as you sweetened it. "Is it good? Not too sweet but not too sour? How is it?" you ask your mum frenetically. "It's perfect, not too sweet but very refreshing, that's what we need." she nods her head. "Yay!"

"By the way, Y/N, me and your dad are leaving soon because we have to look for a job around the area like we have told you a few times, so-" "But I don't get it, it's saturday, and you're going to do a job interview?" your mum takes off her glasses, abandoning her book and replies: "It's not an job interview, we are looking for opportunities and ways we can invest around this town, you know? So we can be more financially and mentally stable here, okay? It's going to take a few hours so take care of your sister while me and your dad are away― you can do that for us?" you try to babble something but she's already responding to herself. "Yeah? Okay, great, Honey! Let's go!" your mum calls your dad.

"Oh, also," she turns to tell you something else. "There is ice in the freezer and we have a thermal backpack somewhere that you can bring to the tent." "What do you mean we have a thermal backpack? Since when we have that?" "Since your father tried to sell beer on the beach one time and it was an disaster," "You can it an disaster, I can that an investment," your father comes downstairs. "Investment my ass..." your mum scoffs with her arms crossed. "Let's go, Honey, so we don't get home too late today." your dad says, walking to the door. "Okay, bye, Sweetie! Wake your sister up as soon as possible, alright? And make some breakkie for both of you."

You walk over to the door to say good-bye to them. "I will be fine, don't worry." you gesture with your hand and give them a small grin. "Of course you will," your dad mimics your smile and grabs his keys. When he opened the door a familiar masculine figure appeared. "Oh, look who we have here!" your mum exclaims excitedly as she glances at you and winks, clearly teasing you.

"Mr. Y/D/N and Mrs. Y/M/N, hello," Jay gently bows in respect. "I was about to tell you guys that the tent is done and I have placed it on the sidewalk there." he points somewhere that only your parents could learn about. "Oh, no worries, it's a perfect spot, right, Y/N?" and those six eyes were suddenly fixed on you. "Ye-yeah, it's perfect." you nod at Jay with a smile and you notice he smiles back discreetly.

"Jay, do you want to come in?" your mum asks and when you dad was about to complain, she shushes him immediately. "Y/N needs help to make breakfast, can you help her?" "Mum, there's no nee-" she shushes you too. "Uh... Yeah, I can help her..." Jay hesitantly walks in as your mum gives him green light. "Great! If you guys need something, call us," your mum says but quickly whispers on your ear: "Wear condoms and sunscreen, alright?" "Mum!" and she gestures for you to be quiet as you kept your shocked expression. "We might not be here," your dad starts and soon pauses. "but we'll be near, okay?" "Oh, Honey, that was a good one!" "I know, right?!" they both laugh and close the door, and with a blink of an eye it was just you and your neighbour...

"Oh... this is awkward, isn't it?" you try to break the ice as you make your way back to the kitchen, hearing Jay's step behind you. "Not really actually," "You think so?" "I think so." he shrugs so you shrug. And then, as expected, there is silence too. You standing near the kitchen counter discreetly glancing at him and catching him stealing glances at you and Jay standing by the kitchen's door fidgeting on his fingers. "Okay, maybe this is a little awkward..." he admits, walking into the room. "That's what I'm saying!" you chuckle, making him chuckle as well.

"So... this is the lemonade?" you nod, humming. "And you have made how many bottles― slash― jars?" "I think I have made... five (5) big bottles," "Oh, that's more than enough, perfect, I thought you would need help with that." he innocently comments. "Are you saying you thought I wasn't capable of doing such?" you tease him, pretending you were deeply offended by his comment. "No! I just thought you need help since it's early in the morning and-" "It's okay, I'm just joking, Jay," you laugh, easing the atmosphere and you notice the way his shoulders and jaw also eased a bit― relaxed.

"What do you usually have for breakfast so I can help you with that?" he looks at you. "Not saying you can't do such, but you heard your mum: I can and should help you." you grin with amusement and replies what you usually have for breakfast. "Okay, you can sit down and relax a bit, I'll take care of the kitchen," "But I want to help you as well," "You want to help me, Y/N?" "Yeah..." "So sit down and lemme take care of this."

"You're very handsome, sir," "Thank you," he chuckles as he eats his toast. "Your sister is so cute." Jay comments with affection, glancing at her with love and amusement. "Don't you think, sissy?" "What?" "That Uncle Joe is handsome...?" "It's not Joe, it's Jay, Lily..." you correct her with a certain embarrassment. "Oh... right, Jay! But answer me! Isn't him handsome?"

Suddenly the air felt tense. You gulped down that piece of toast like a piece of concrete. However, when you were about to answer, Lily begins to cough like never before― she was actually chocking. Therefore, before you could even blink, Jay, on the alert, gets up, goes to her and performs maneuvers so that she doesn't lose air; and thankfully she stops coughing and gulps down that damn blueberry down.

"Lily! You nearly killed me!" you exclaim as your hand fell to your chest, nervous as you bring her to your lap. "I nearly died!" Lily begins to cry, shocked after what happened. "It's okay, it's okay..." you calm her down until she says: "Uncle Jay, thank you!" she yells between cries and whines. "You're welcome, Lily." you notice his humble smile, clearly relieved. "I am never eating blueberries again!"

An hour later― after that chaotic breakfast incident― you were standing a little away from the lemonade tent, observing Jay placing the sign you and your sister have made on tent and where is supposed to be. And may I mention how much you couldn't take your eyes off that man as he looked so hot just screwing nails.

"Here!" you hear your little sister's voice. "What is that? For me?" you reefer to the piece of paper towel she's holding and offering you. "Yeah, you're kind of drooling a little, sissy..." Lily doesn't look amused by the view as she scrunches her nose. You cringe your shoulders and accept the paper towel as you notice some actual drool coming out of the corner of your mouth.

"Is everything okay?" the now familiar masculine voice asks you and that made you realise how close he got to you in matter of seconds. "Yeah," you turn your head to glance at him. "I'm just... fixing my makeup!" you shrug. "I like your makeup by the way," he comments. "I don't understand nothing about that, but whatever it is, you look great." "Oh... thanks...? I like your shirt." you smile as you point to his shirt. "Oh, really? Thank you." "'Uncle Jay! Uncle Jay!" Lily pokes him. "Mhm?" "And how do I look?" "You look like a princess to me, Lily!" and her giggle sounded so precious to you.

"There you go," Jay placed two chairs for both of you and your sister to sit on. "Thanks, Jay!" you smile. "Thank you, Uncle Jay!" "Your welcome, Lily. Are we done?" "Yeah, I think so- oh, wait, actually, no..." you sounded a little worried. "Why is that? There's something wrong?" "I forgot that damn backpack!" you muttered. "A what?" "That stupid thermal backpack that my mum couldn't tell me where it was!" "Oh..."

"Um... excuse me...?" a woman approached the tent. "Oh, hey, ma'am..." you tried to smiled friendly, worried about the lemonades getting hot. "Can I, um, have a lemonade?" "Wait here, alright? I'll be back." you hear Jay whisper to you, and you tried to ignore how deep his voice sounded against your ear. You just nodded. "Of course!" your little sister responded to the middle age woman. "How many would you like, ma'am?" you asked her this time and she hummed before answering: "Three! For me, my husband and my son."

You muttered a "okay" and got plastic cups you found in one of the moving boxes at home, put some ice in the cup and served with a small straw. "There you go, ma'am. Do you want some help?" "Oh, no problem, my husband is coming soon." she smiled. "Are you guys new here?" "Yes, we are..." you gave her a coy grin as you tried to hide Lily drinking some lemonade. "That's great to hear! Are you guys enjoying the area?" she took a sip on her lemonade, as the other one rested on her left hand and the other one on an empty space of the tent's 'desk'.

"I'm back, did you guys waited too long? I just got a thermal box or something like that," Jay came back and quickly arranged a spot to place that thermal box. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Clark!" he shook hands with her. "How are you doing, Park?" Mrs. Clark friendly asked. "Great," "Are you helping these two now?" "Yeah, I'm trying!" he chuckled.

"I was just asking her if she is enjoying the area, have you helped her out with that?" "What do you mean exactly?" you notice a small frown forming on his face and the way his eyes quickly laid on you. "Uh... you know... she's very pretty and she's new in this neighborhood, you should take her on a date!" Mrs. Clark takes another sip on her lemonade.

"Uh... Mrs. Clark, your husband is coming." Jay pointed behind her somewhere. "Oh, right! Hey Hun'! Look at these cuties selling lemonades!" she placed the small plastic cup on the tent's 'desk' and yelled since her husband was a little far away. "How much do I own you, girls?" "Fifteen ($15) dollars!" you heard the woman chuckle, amused by your little sister's antics. "You're so cute! Here's five dollars, two dollars of tip, is that alright?" "That's not a great tip, ma'am-" "It's perfect, Mrs. Clark! Thank you for helping us out!" you smiled while shushing Lily with your hand― Jay laughing in the background.

"Oh," Mrs. Clark giggled. "nice to meet you, girls, I'll see you two and that man around!" Jay waved at her. "Bye!" "Bye!" you waved as you watched her husband help with holding the plastic cups. You kept the money in a tip jar, even though not all of them were actually tips.

A few hours and a few more clients later, you have made a considerable amount of money and friends― just like your mum have told you. "Sissy, I think I'm getting burn by the sun!" "Oh, yeah? I'll grab it at home for you, wait here. Jay, can you-" Lily shared with you with a giggle, but Jay seemed to have heard it as well. "Y/N, here, I have it." and in a blink of an eye, he stood up from the chair he was sat on and grabbed the sunscreen from the backpack he brought and gave it to you. "Oh... thank you, Jay," "It's my pleasure," Jay shrugged slightly. "Lily, say 'thank you' to Jay!" you whispered. "Thank you Uncle Jay!" "You're welcome, princess." Jay smiled and sat back on the chair.

However, a client walk up to the tent while you were applying sunscreen to Lily's little face, making that a little difficult to manage. Therefore, thank gosh you had Jay on your back because, even though that was the bare minimum, you thought it was cute the way he stood up from the chair― almost immediately after seeing you struggle― and treat the client with kindness and sense of humour. It seems like he was so attentive with everything it makes your heart slowly melts every time he acts so gentle like that.

"Thank you, Jay... again," It's my pleasure... again." he smile with a hint of shyness, bowing his head discreetly and sat back down. "Sissy...?" Lily asked you as you gave the sunscreen back to Jay. "Aren't your cheeks getting burned like mine?" "Um... no...? I don't think so, why?" "Why are they red then?" "Oh?" and Jay giggles on the background, receiving narrowed eyes from you.

"Oh, Y/N, do you need some sunscreen for yourself too?" he jokes and extents his hand holding the sunscreen to you. "Come here, I can help you with that," but you refused, turning your face to look away. However, he got up from the chair for the hundred time and walked up to you. "Why are you making things difficult, huh? Lemme help you with that blush." he gently turned your face by your chin to face him. "Oh, yeah, Lily, you were right! Your sissy's cheeks are burnt!" Jay joked again.

"Stop that!" "He's trying to help you, sissy! Uncle Jay help her..." Lily innocently said and you pouted with annoyance. "You heard heard her, Y/N, lemme help you." "But I'm not sun burnt!" you swerve from his hand. "So what is that red I see? Kind of pink on your cheeks?" "It's... rosacea...?!" Jay giggles and says: "You're impossible! I give up!" he surrenders himself.

"Me, Uncle Jay! Me! Sunscreen!" Lily starts to jump with excitement, trying to get Jay's attention to apply sunscreen on her face. "Oh? You want me to apply sunscreen on you?" "Yeah!" Jay glanced at you, a little hesitant. "Go ahead," you nodded and let him. "only if I get to be next..." you muttered to yourself. "What?" "What..?!"

Later that day, while you and Jay were tidying up everything and walking back to your home― Lily significantly helping you two as well― Mrs. Clark suddenly walked up to you guys and said: "Uh... good evening!" "Oh, Mrs. Clark? Our lemonade tent has been clo-" "Oh, no, I don't want any lemonade right now; even though it tasted really good..." an question mark was still hanging on both of yours and Jay's head.

"I was wondering if the lemonade tent will be open on sunday," "Tomorrow?" "Yeah," she pauses to cough, sounding a little embarrassed. "tomorrow..." "Uh... yeah, sure, why though?" "Because I was wondering if Lily would like to come over to my son's party tomorrow..." "Oh, is your son's birthday tomorrow, Mrs. Clark?" Jay asks with an raised eyebrow, interested. "Yes! And we are organising a simple but significant party and since you guys are new around the area, I thought it would be great if Lily could go!"

"Mrs. Clark thank you for your invitation, I will talk to my parents and do you mind if I could get your number so I can give you and update if she's coming or not?" "Of course!" "Great, and what's your son's name?" "Luca," "Beautiful name by the way." "Thank you," she gives your her number and starts to walk away. "I hope I see you there Lily!" she waves and you smile as you watch Lily wave at her back.

"Who's birthday is that?" Lily stood up from the chair and Jay took the opportunity to put it away. "Mrs. Clark's son and she invited you-" "I am going!" Lily starts to run up to the woman, but you grabbed her arm. "It's only tomorrow Lily! And we have to talk to mum and dad, okay?" you notice her pout but she nodded gently. "Okay! But I'm going!" you let out an airy chuckle and patted her shoulder. "We'll see..."

You and your mum were having your nightly hang out by midnight. Both of you on the sofa― you laying your head on her lap while she plays with your hair.

"Of course she can go! I have talked to Mrs. Clark a while ago when we came up here to visit some houses, she's a sweetheart!" "A little nosy though-" you point it out. "Why?!" your mum frowned like she felt offended by your comment. "Because, look, we were talking to her and she suddenly says that Jay should ask me on a date!" your mum chuckle before commenting back: "She ain't wrong though..."

"Mum!" "What?! She's right! James's son is a gentleman, isn't he? He helped you all day today, haven't been disrespectful with you or Lily― really different from those boys you have brought home back then..." "Mum, it has been like, five (5) years?! Get over it!" she shook her head with pursed lips. "You're lucky I am a mum who supports you, Y/N," you roll your eyes. "and don't roll your eyes because you know I am right!" your mum gently pats your arm.

Suddenly, your phone starts ringing, so you sit up on the sofa and stare at the screen. However, the number calling your phone was unknown, so you hang up as always; and usually these unknown numbers would stop calling you for a few days, but this number called you again... and again... and again... "Who is calling you so much?!" your mum even comments. "I don't know!" so you finally pick up this time.

"What?!" you pick up a little annoyed. "Who is it?" your mum whispers, curious and nosy, but you gesture her to wait. "Uh... Y/N?" a masculine and very familiar voice echoes on the other end of the line. "Jay?!" you notice your mum covering her mouth with excitement and shock, making you pinch her arm gently while grinning with excitement as well. "Yeah..." his voice sounded a little hesitant and shaky as he chuckled. "sorry for insisting on calling, I should've stopped on the second try..." he chuckle once again, a little embarrassed this time. "No, no, it's okay!"

"Put on speaker mode!" your mum, still curious, whispers on your ear, so you decide to get up from the sofa and go upstairs to your room so you could have so privacy. "I even thought to myself if wasn't too late to call you but, oh well, it worked somehow..." "Yeah..." you smile to yourself as you lay on your bed, awkwardness winning over embarrassment.

"So... how did you get my number, Jay? Because I'm sure I haven't give it to you..." "It's a secret..." he muttered with a funny tone, so you giggled. "And why did you call me?" "Uh... this is kind of embarrassing but I kind of- wanted to... uh... talk to you, you know? Hear your voice somehow..." "Oh?!" "Was that too much? Yeah... I'm so-" "No! It's okay, I was actually talking about you earlier," you closed your eyes tightly, thinking you just gave some unnecessary information to him. "Oh, really?" he let out a proud giggle, so you just know he had that damn smirk attached to his lips.

"I was talking about you too," he pauses. "Well, not actually talking about you, but thinking about you. That's why I decided to call you..." you hummed in understatement and a few seconds of silence predominated before he asks you: "Y/N, I was actually, uh... wondering if you would or could like," he pauses again. "like, go on a date with me tomorrow night..." his voice tone came up a bit hesitant and to try to break the ice, you let out a muffled giggle as you laugh against your pillows. "Are you okay?"

You recompose yourself by coughing a little and replying: "Why are you asking me on a date?"― Y/N! That's not something you should ask someone who's asking you out!― you think to yourself. "Uh... because- I-I- want to get to know you and-" "No, it's okay, I just asked you something stupid, you don't need to get much on details..." "Oh, okay, if you think so," a moment of silence grows, so when you thought your awkwardness would let that opportunity go away, Jay asks you again: "So... would you like to go out on a date with me?"

So you smile with joy and excitement just with the thought. With that you say: "Yeah- I mean, yes, sure, when?" "Tomorrow-" "Tomorrow? Yeah, fine... really fine..." "Is everything okay?" "Everything's really okay..." your voice sounded like it was melting out of giddiness. "Oh, yeah?" "Yep!" "Glad to hear that much of excitement, I hope I can see you that excited maybe around...?" "Around 8(pm)?" "Around 8, perfect." you try to let out a discreet giggle.

"Where are we going?" "Do you like pasta?" "Yeah," "What about steak?" "I like that too, yeah," "So add my number and I'll pick up around 8." "You have a car?" you ask, genuinely curious. "Yeah! Is that a problem about that?" Jay chuckles. "Nothing! I just... didn't know..." "That's why I we should go out more often― to know each other better, pretty."

After that call you received last night, once you woke up this morning and went to get breakfast, the first thing you heard was a question coming from your mum― something like: "What happened last night?". And when you told her you had a date with Jay tonight, she jumped like crazy! Your father, who happened to be walking past the kitchen while you were eating breakfast and watching your mum jump around, when he discovered the reason, he almost passed out― what do you mean his first little girl just got asked on a date?! especially with his friend's/neighbour's son! He is kind of happy and is happy, don't worry about it.

And about Lily's appointment? The Mrs. Clark son's party? Well, she's out around 6 pm and your parents were surprisingly invited to come over the party as well. By the way, you were invited as well, but of course you refused since you have an appointment around 8 and you weren't planning to get late to your date.

So around 6 pm, your parents and your sister were getting ready to leave while you were still deciding what do wear. Your sister, of course, got a little confused why you weren't coming with them at first, but after your mum said you were going out with, quote: "Uncle Jay", she got overly excited and wanted to come with you as well― but of course you and your mum said no, just like the last time you were coming to your neighbour's house to give them homemade cookies.

Once your parents and Lily left, you were left alone, so you quickly pull out your phone and called your emotional support number: Nina― to ask for help on what to wear.

"Should I wear this dress?" you show her a dress with dots pattern on facetime. "What is that?!" she clearly scrunched up her nose. "When did you get that?" "I don't know either, my mum gave me this a while ago," "I didn't know your mum hated you, girl!" Nina jokes and you chuckle as you look for another option while throwing all of the rejected options on your bed.

"What about this one?" "Y/N," she pauses, trying to find the words with a dead serious face. "a― whatever this is― animal print in the big 2025 is not it, next!" "But I thought this was cu-" "And I thought I said next!" "You're rude!" "And you're wasting my time showing me these ugly dresses!" "Ugh, so tell me your ideas!" "Uh... I know! Did you bring that silk and smooth, sexy and shiny black dress of yours?" "I think so..." "That's the one, trust me. That man will be on his knees for you!"

And guess what? Nina wasn't lying, you looked incredible in that silk dress. The dress is black and its collar comes up to your neck by a species of necklace. The dress is backless and it's flowy, yet, elegant. With that done, you did your makeup― not too much, but not too less, just the perfect amount of everything. Your hair was put up in a bun you managed to style in a way it looked harmonic with the dress. You, also, didn't lose the chance to wear lots of accessories that would make everything pop even more, making you the brightest start tonight― and surely the only thing Jay would have eyes on all night, despite the road as he drives.

You grabbed a black purse you have and inside it you had your lip-gloss, your phone and a small bottled perfume― just necessary things! You were wearing a comfortable high heel you used maybe once or twice since you bought it. You then, proceeded to spray that expensive perfume of yours― that one you only wear when it's an special occasion― and you were ready to leave! Or, better, to wait for him.

You were downstairs sitting on the sofa, patiently and nervously, constantly checking on your phone and the time, afraid that you would lose something anytime. However, you didn't even need to be that aware since the doorbell rang― your heart skipped a bit instantly. You stood up from the sofa after that bit scared you got and with courage, opened the door with a beautiful smile.

Jay was wearing a dark blue formal shirt, the collar open just enough, a black tailored trousers and, of course, a beige coloured analogical watch. Also, by the way, his hair looked very tidy and shiny― all of that making you realise how handsome he is and looks.

"Wow... you look... so, so beautiful, Y/N- I mean, you are beautiful, but- wow..." "Stop that, Jay..." you gesture at him while giggling shyly. "I won't stop, only if you let me give you a ride in my car," "Is that so?" you tease him. "That is so." he nods and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at his antics. However, you accept his offer and get in the car― Jay get in the car after opening the door for you.

"Wanna know something, Y/N?" you hummed along, curious. "I actually lied..." your soft expression turned into a frown. "About...?" "I will never and won't stop complimenting you," he paused and glanced at you with a hint of sentiment in his eyes. "you are perfect."

During the drive, you two chatted a few minutes before arriving at the restaurant, and, thankfully, Jay made a reservation, because the restaurant seemed busy; with people even waiting for tables. And, by the way, you thought that the way he took your hand, helping you to leave the car like a gentleman, made your heart melt a little.

"Hello, I have a reservation under the name 'Park'," "Good evening for you two," an elegant and, as it seemed, friendly lady greeted you two. "I'll check here..." she hummed as she checked the names written on a paper. "ah, here it is." she then proceeded to nudge another lady and walked back to her spot. "She will guide you guys to your table." and finally she smiled and you and Jay followed her instructions. "Thank you."

"Let's go?" the other lady smiled and began to walk in the restaurant, you and Jay following every step that she made around the place. "Here is your table, Sir, I hope both of you enjoy your night and dinner; our server is coming soon, feel comfortable." she bowed her head. "What's your name?" Jay asked and then she replied: "Bella." "Thank you, Bella." Bella bowed her head once again with a sweet smile and left in a blink of an eye.

Before you sat on your chair, Jay quickly dragged the chair a few inches back and gestured for you to sit down, so you did. You placed your purse by your side on the chair― right on the corner. "Romantic, huh?" Jay commented after sitting down on his chair, nodding to the candle on the center of the table. "Yeah..." you chuckled.

"Good evening, couple," "Hello," Jay smiled at the server. "my name is Jake and I'm going to be your server for tonight, okay?" "perfect, Jake." you nodded along. "Perfect for me too, Sir." Jake smiled and placed the menus on the table. "There is our dinner menu and wine menu, and if you guys are ready to order anything, please tell me or call me anytime, alright?" both of you nodded at the same time. "Great, are you guys interested on ordering something right now?" "Are you?" Jay asked you and you shook your head shyly and gently. "Not now, thank you." "Excuse me then."

"This place is beautiful and surprisingly quiet," you heard Jay chuckling. "Why is that?" "Because," you let a discreet scoff. "haven't you seen the amount of people waiting just to get a table? And it seems that the whole restaurant is almost full..." you comment. "I tried to choose the most reserved table here," he sounded so nonchalant about it while looking at the menu. "Really?" you let out a shy, yet surprised, smile. He nodded and smiled as he quickly glanced up at you.

"Do you like what kind of wine, pretty?" the corner of your lips slowly twitch into a smirk, but you hold it in, treating the pet name as if's nothing. "I don't really know, would you mind helping me choose one?" he hummed as he looked through the menu. "Would you like something sweet or more alcoholic?" "Definitely sweet," "Something lighter or bolder?" "Mhm... light." "Alright," Jay nodded his head like he understood the assignment and called Jake with hand gesture.

"Yes?" he approached the table. "We would like to order, for starters, the wine: Moscato― please," "Of course, It'll be here in a minute, Sir, anything else?" "We are still deciding, thank you." "My pleasure," and he walked away after a small head bow to grab the wine― you assumed.

Soon, you started to search for something that would interest you on the menu as a starter. "Have you decided anything yet?" "Have you?" "I mean, I come here sometimes and I have my favourites," "I trust you then, try to surprise me," you smirked playfully and he kisses his teeth against your teasing. You notice the way he blushed and fixed his postured on the chair. He cleaned his throat and said: "Trust me, I will."

A few hours later into that date, you were a little less sober and full. The food was sooooo good and that made you think that Jay had a great taste in everything. You guys were talking about everything as well. About personal life, past and future. Desires and ambitions. Opinions and thoughts mainly on relationships too.

"Why aren't you drinking any?" you reefer to the wine. "Because I have to drive, pretty," he takes a sip on his water. "Oh... right." you pursed your lips as you nodded and you took a sip on your wine this time. "I promise next time I'll drink with you." "Next time, huh?" you grinned a little tipsy. "You don't want to have a next time?" "Of course I want to! I love yo-" you had a small hiccup. "your sense of humour and just-" hiccup "talking to you." hiccup and Jay's giggle. "Sorry," "Don't need to apologise, you're so cute by the way." you notice the affectionate way he smiled at you. w

"It makes me wonder how you don't have a boyfriend-" "I don't have a boyfriend, yet." you muttered, hoping that he would hear somehow. "Come again?" that smirk of his made you wonder if he really hadn't heard that, so you replied: "Nothing..." shyly.

Therefore, all of the sudden, Jay got up from his seat and dragged his chair closer to you― to your side and cleaned his throat with a hint of hesitance and coyness. "Y/N," you hum, glancing at him, feeling small in a good way. "tell me:" he pauses and grabs your hand. "do you believe in love at first sight?"

A shiver came down to your spine and you gulped down an sip of wine tightly. "Did I make you uncomfortable? Shit, sorry-" you felt his frustration creeping so you tried to ease the atmosphere. "No, it's okay, I-" you try to find words, but nothing seemed right to be expressed by words. Consequently, you turned to look at him fully and with that affectionate look that secretly made Jay melt.

He instinctively gently placed his hand on your cheek and quickly took a glance at your lips, making you know how he was taking your action. "May I?" "You should." Your faces were getting closer as the atmosphere turned from a tense to a hot one, just like the summer. "I was waiting for this all nigh-"

"Here's the check!" out of the blue, Jake walked in holding the bill. "Oh- Did I come at a wrong time?" you wanted to reply with a 'what do you think?!', but you decided to turn your face away― just like Jay― and take a last big sip on your wine. "I forgot that I asked for the bill- um..." Jay cleared his throat and quickly checked if the items written down on the check were right and paid. "Thank you, Sir and Ma'am, I hope I see you two soon! Have a great night!" and Jake faded away through the tables.

"Uh... I'm sorry about that, Y/N..." Jay glance at you with a hint of guilty and frustration as well. You just smiled and said: "Hey, it's all alright." you gestured with your hands. "Next time, yeah?" "Of course. And I won't forget to kiss you before asking for the bill."

After leaving the restaurant, Jay drove both of you home― since he is your neighbour. During the drive, you two talked more about personal life and you finally discovered that since Jay was a kid, his dad taught him how to sculpt on wood and what each tool's functionality. You thought that was cute, imagining his little self holding a hammer twice as his hand's size. Yes, his father and him are carpenters.

"Thank you for driving me home, neighbour," you said right after he pulled up to your house. You smirked and he let out an airy laugh. "Always, pretty neighbour," he teased you back before leaving the car and opening the door for you like a gentleman he is. "Thank you for opening the door for me as well." "Not big deal." and he smiled. That smile. So you automatically smiled back, and both of you giggled. "That was something..." you commented, teasing him just to hear his hum and his hand waiting to be taken― so you could leave the car.

You two approached your house's porch and before you walked in your home, you said: "Jay, tonight was perfect and I loved the restaurant― everything! All thanks to you." you spoke with a shy smile this time and he gently caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. "You said 'next time', remember? But I don't think I can wait for next time, so please..." remember that sentiment in his eyes you couldn't really figure out? Now you know: it's desire, desperation, curiosity and affection. "Let me kiss you just a little tonight, mhm? Please?" You couldn't say anything, so you just nodded and waited to meet his lips. "Yeah...?" he hummed to himself, a bit surprised and desperate.

The kiss definitely kept with the feelings of that atmosphere, such as romance, desperation and curiosity. Your lips and tongue tasted like fine wine and Jay's tongue quickly figured that out. You were imagining what if a neighbour happen to walk past two lovers kissing on your house's porch like this is a scene coming out of a romance book, but that thought quickly faded away after Jay pulled you harder and kissed you harder with more desire.

Therefore, you pulled away a few minutes into kissing. "I need to go..." you muttered a bit embarrassed because you were the one who broke the kiss. "Oh... yeah, it's kind of late isn't it?" he noticed you started laughing at him. "Wha- what happened?!" "Nothing," you nudged his hand away from his face in a discreet act. "go home, is late!" you said, walking in your home. "And, Jay!" he laid his eyes on you. "I love your new lip-gloss!" "My... what?!" "Bye! Have a great night!" so you closed the door.

Jay pulled his phone from his pocket and saw lip-gloss smeared and smudged all over his lips and he could just stand there and laugh, reminiscing how good your lips felt against his.

Later that night, like usual, you were eating some crisps while your mum crocheted something, but you couldn't figure out what. By the way, earlier, when you entered home, your parents and Lily were asleep so you figured out you could take a shower and just go to sleep. However, your mum woke up as soon as she heard your murmurs through the hallway, that's why we ended up in the daily midnight talk.

"Mum," she hummed as you turn to glance at her. "since when you do crochet?" "Since I was... 10 (of age) or something." and then she shrugged before glancing at you back. "Why?" "Tell me why I have never seen you do crochet before?" you reasoned and she just chuckled, stealing a crisp from the bag you were holding. "'Look, my beloved daughter," she cleared her throat. "when you conceive two girls, you don't have time to even blink! And your father was always at work so I didn't have time to do it (crochet)." you hummed in understatement.

"But dad didn't help you at all?" "Of course he helped me!" your mum sounded a bit offended by your question, so you even apologised mentally. "He always helped when whenever he could. I remember when we found out we were having our first girl and your dad couldn't stop jumping from happiness in the middle of the ultrasound room..." she let out a airy laugh as she probably reminded of the past. "And he kept looking for jobs so we could afford the best for you. So, yeah, he helped me and you a lot." she pauses and stop crocheting for a few seconds. "I think that when you are a new mother, letting go of things you used to do to and for yourself comes with the wave."

"That's actually really depressing, mum," you frown with an apologetic look on your eyes. "Stop that!" she speaks between her teeth in a playfully way. "But I am back to crocheting, you and your sister are blooming like flowers and- wow," she pauses, getting back on her crochet. "time flies." and you couldn't agree more, nodding your head.

"I remember when Lily was born," you comment and she glances at you with a small smile. "Really? What did you think when you saw her?" "I thought I was going to be forgotten or, you know," you say vaguely. "be left aside." your mum hums, as if she understands how this was going. "I felt the same way as you when your uncle was born. Even though I was the third children out of three other brothers, I felt just like you did..." she admits and you nod along. "But you and dad have never let that happen. That feeling or thought never came up to my head ever since, thanks to you, mum, and dad." you notice that your mum starts sniffling but trying to be sneaky with it.

"I'm glad to hear that." "Awn... mum, why are you crying?" you sat closer to her and rubbed her shoulder. "No, it's okay, I am just really happy to hear that." she grins at you with a look of proud. "My baby is growing so fast..." muttering to herself, she caresses your cheek. "As a mum we always demand so much from ourselves and that's why we try to make our children's lives easier― so that they don't suffer, so yes, I'm happy to hear that I did a good job." you smiled and hugged her tightly. "I am happy to hear that you are happy, mum. I love you." "I love you sweetheart." and she sniffles a few more times.

"So now tell me more about your date!" she gently pushes you away, replacing that emotional grin to an excited one. "What else? I think I have told you everything," you reply as you shrug. "But what about Lily? Did she enjoy the party?" "Oh, I'm sure she did!" your mum replies with a smirk. "What is that smirk?" you squint your eyes, putting your chip bag aside. "I'm just saying that she enjoyed the party and she may, perhaps, have a crush just like you..." your mum mutters with a mischievous smile.

"Are you kidding me?!" you cover your mouth with your hand, surprised. "Shush! But yeah, I think so." "Why is that?" you ask. "I know that they have the innocence thing, but, I thought it was so cute when they were distributing the pieces of the cake, and Luca (Mrs. Clark's son) came up to our Lily and gave her a particular big and beautiful piece." "Awn... what a gentleman!" you comment with excitement. "I know! And as I observed, he was always playing with her― sometimes playing just with Lily." "That's so cute..." your mum hums. "And- oh! At the end of the party, I called Lily so we could go back home and he gave her a little peck on her cheeks!" even you feel flustered by just listening.

"But how dad reacted?" "Your dad is like a potato anyway, he didn't see anything or realised anything. I have cat eyes," she gestures with her fingers. "I can see everything, and I can see that my two daughters are in love." your phone rings, apparently a text notification. "Who is it?" "Jay," "Of course is Jay," your mum teases you and you roll your eyes at her antics. "He sent a picture...?" "Let me see!" she puts her crochet away and quickly sat even closer to you as you opened his message. "No! Mum, look away!" you nudge her away. "You're so petty..." she kisses her teeth.

"Mum...!" you look at her with worried eyes and she quickly glances at you, worried as well. "What?!" "I think I'm in love..." "Well, it's what your dad said earlier," "What dad said?" "When life gives you lemonade, make lemons, life will be all like: whaaaat?" "Isn't: when life gives you lemons make lemonade?" you frown. "Yeah, but I never said I was going to say something smart, you should know your dad."

© 𝓪𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝓮, 𝗺𝗹𝘆𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗮 ⋆ 25ᵎᵎ

[kingkat12]

Mario Kart (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: fluff, teasing, Roman is an annoying boy istg, mentions of sex ig

summary: after a long week of not having seen your boyfriend, you thought he'd immediately pounce you when you got him up in your room-- that was, until he spotted the new game you had downloaded

word count: 1,752

a/n: kingkat doing a oneshot?? balance has been restored lmaooo, I love having summer break, enjoy some fluff in the midst of all the angst I recently write<3333 MWAH

This was becoming ridiculous-- Roman was supposed to be here for me.

Instead, he was sunk deep into the edge of my bed, legs spread like he owned the place, completely transfixed by the stupid little kart racing across my TV. His fingers moved with deadly precision on the controller, sharp and fast, and I could hear how into it he was-- the low mutters, the victorious scoff every time he nailed someone with a shell, the smug little chuckle like he was hot shit; which, annoyingly, he totally was.

But right now, he was just acting like a piece of shit. Like, seriously?

I sighed, spreading out on my bed as I glared at my boyfriend through the corner of my eye. Why were boys so obsessed with video games? Was that stupid game I downloaded that one night Roman was out partying and I was overthinking everything more fun than hanging out with me?

To be honest, I had no idea what was happening with our relationship anymore. I could only keep on sighing, laying here like a tragic girlfriend cliché, watching Roman race through Rainbow Road like his life depended on it.

He chewed on lip as he barely dodged a banana peel; "Ooh, that was clean. Did you see that?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, tone flat. "Super hot. I'm soaking wet."

That made Roman glance over briefly, his green eyes glinting with something I couldn't place; was he bored, or...? "Liar," he grumbled, turning back to the screen.

"I could be, though," I huffed, rolling onto my stomach, half-facing him, my cheek against the pillow. "If you weren't so damn obsessed with Mario."

"I'm not obsessed with Mario," Roman mumbled, tone maddeningly casual. Did he not hear the irony in mine? "This is just-- hold on-- yes! Blue shell dodge, did you see that?!"

Fucking teenage asshole. Rolling my eyes, I sat up, glaring daggers into the back of his head; it was time to fight back. "I don't care, Roman, I don't give a damn! If you came over just to play Mario Kart like a little baby, then I suggest you go home!"

Roman didn't say anything at first-- then, he let the kart coast off a cliff while the game over jingle chirped mockingly from the speakers. He slowly set the controller down on the bed beside him, the silence between us pressing at my chest like a weighted blanket as Roman turned around to face me.

His eyes were hard to read-- still bright with adrenaline, gorgeous as ever, but something else had settled there too. Annoyance? That look he got when I hit a nerve?

"You done?" he quietly asked.

I blinked. "Pardon?"

Roman cocked his head at me like I was the one being unreasonable. "Throwing your tantrum. You done now?"

I scoffed; "Are you kidding me?--"

"No," he cut in. "Because you could've just said, 'hey, I'm feeling ignored'. You didn't have to go full nuclear."

"But you've been ignoring me for weeks!" I snapped, louder than I meant to, as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Not just tonight, Roman! You flake, you go out partying without me all the time, you cancel, and when you do show up, you're more interested in virtual mushrooms than me!"

In typical teenage boy fashion, Roman sighed, now looking up at the ceiling like he was trying to figure out some puzzle. Was it that hard to understand where I was coming from? Were girls as big of an enigma for him as for other guys? I wouldn't have guessed it, with his long dating history, and all. For a boy that was that good in bed, he was mortifyingly bad at everything else that had to do with girls. 

"I don't know," he finally said, head empty. "I saw the game and got excited, simple as that. You know I used to be insane at Mario Kart on the DS, like... world-class."

"Yeah, you talk about it all the time," I huffed, glaring at him. "So you wanted to relive your middle school glory days?"

Roman shrugged, as if that somehow made it better. "Kinda, yeah? I didn't think it was a big deal,"

I just... blinked. 

"I didn't think it'd make you mad mad," he added quickly, like that helped. "I thought we'd maybe play together or something. I didn't know you'd be lying here plotting my murder."

Groaning, I pressed my palm to my foreheads; "I don't want to play Mario Kart!" I whined. "We're here in my room, on my bed, my parents are out of town, I shaved, and-- and you want to play Mario Kart!" Before I could control it, my arms were flailing around as I tried to distract him from the sight of me falling apart. "Are you kidding me?! You're clearly not into me anymore, so put me out of my fucking misery!"

Roman didn't say anything for a good couple of seconds, staring at me like I had just told him that the sky was green. After blinking once, twice, inhaling slowly, letting his chest fill as he pondered how I had managed to have a complete breakdown over Mario Kart, he chuckled, low and surprised, and broke the silence like a pin to a balloon. "Poor baby," he cooed, tone full of mock concern. "Sitting here spiralling while I'm dodging banana peels." 

My glared at him with all my wrath; "Don't do that,"

"Do what?" Roman asked, that condescending smirk painting his plush, pink lips. He looked so good like this, too-- lean and sprawled over the edge of my bed, that slouchy, lazy arrogance he wore like second skin. "You're cute like this, y'know? Stressing over things you don't have to."

I wanted to sink into myself and disappear-- was he serious? Roman looked back at me with the most maddeningly calm demeanour as he continued cooing at me; "You're kidding, right?"

I shook my head, eyes stinging.

"Oh my God," Roman breathed, dragging a hand down his face like I was the exhausting one. "Baby."

That one word made my whole body tense. His voice was so teasing, like he wasn't taking this seriously at all. "Put you out of your misery? What does that even mean? I don't want to break up," he went on, scooting closer to me on the bed. "Do you want to break up?" 

"I don't know," I breathed, avoiding his gaze.

Roman got closer, and leaned in just enough to make my heart pound. His green eyes scanned my face, slow and lazy. "You don't want to break up with me. You're just being dramatic," he said, soft but condescending. His fingers brushed my cheek like I was delicate, like I was stupid and sweet and his. "It's actually kind of hot how insane you're being right now," he murmured, half-laughing. "Like-- you've got tears in your eyes because I didn't make a move the second I walked in? Jesus. That's what I get for trying to be respectful, huh?"

"I shaved," I mumbled again, feeling ridiculous.

"I know, baby," he said, voice dipped in mock sympathy as his thumb skimmed down the side of my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. "But two weeks ago, you were complaining that the only thing we did was fuck. And now... what? You want me to ignore all of that? It's a bit confusing."

I didn't meet Roman's green gaze anymore, focusing on the pattern of my comforter. "I just-- I guess I take it back,"

"You take it back?"

"I wasn't even complaining," I mumbled, tracing circles into my thigh. "I just said I was sore. Once. And you haven't even tried to initiate since..."

Roman's brows drew together, sustaining a laugh. "You could initiate too, y'know?"

"But how am I supposed to do that when you're playing Mario Kart?!" I snapped, smacking his arm, but it didn't land with any real force-- Roman caught my wrist and grinned, green eyes glinting. "Fine," he purred. "You want me to put away the game? Want me to play with you instead?"

I flushed so hard I felt dizzy-- well, yes. 

Roman's grin widened as he took in my expression. "Mm. There she is," He leaned forward until his lips were brushing my ear. "Let me guess," he went on, voice like smoke. "You spent all day thinking about it. Shaving. Lotioning. Probably picked your underwear based on what you hoped I'd do to you."

"I didn't!--"

Cutting me off without a single word, Roman shook his head. He had that knowing look about him-- there was that the quiet hunger beneath the smugness that I knew too well.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. I wore the black pair..." 

My confession was accompanied by a deeper redness in my cheek, one that earned me a nasty little whistle from Roman. He blew some hair away from his forehead, now tracing my thighs, knowing he had struck gold for tonight. "The whole set?"

I had no idea why this was so embarrassing-- my voice was barely a whisper; "Yeah..."

Roman let out a breath, grinning from ear to ear, probably silently thanking every God above. "Oh, I'm getting lucky, alright,"

Before I could even think, feeling as though my whole body was on fire, Roman pushed me down onto the bed, crawling on top of me in no time. "Breaking up, huh?" he muttered under his breath, lifting my shirt just a little to kiss right beneath my navel-- I could only squirm. "You're not getting away from me that quick, baby. Nuh-uh." 

For the first time tonight, I felt a giggle brew in my chest; it felt nice to get some attention. As Roman's fingers slid farther up my shirt, gripping at my waist, I let mine travel into his hair, tugging at his dark brown locks. 

He hummed against my skin, his soft lips pressing against my sternum. "You should've just told me you were horny," he purred, bunching up my shirt in his big hands; "I would've thrown that controller out the fucking window."

"Yeah, right," 

"You best believe-- oh, God, yes,"

When Roman managed to get my shirt over my chest, gazing down at his favourite pair of my lingerie, he let his head fall down, groaning into my skin like he could barely contain himself with glee.

Boys. 

Shaking my head, I could only giggle as I stroked my fingers through his soft hair. "I can't believe you make the same noises when you win in Mario Kart, and when you see a pair of tits,"

Roman let out another breathy laugh, raising himself up to kiss up my jaw, practically purring against my skin--

"A win is a win, baby,"

[bokumitra]

it’s fake, except for when we’re alone

summary- reader and atsumu are childhood bestfriends who fell out </3 but when atsumu’s fangirls get too much, he needs you to be his fake girlfriend. it’s all pretend, except it doesn’t feel like it. not when he looks at you like that.

cw - reader cant let go of the past and atsumu is a dick</3 bad ending?? angst, fem reader, SUNA MENTIONNN, i didn’t proofread

you and atsumu were childhood friends. you've known him long before anyone ever even looked twice at him. in fact, the atsumu you knew probably would've made fun of the type of person he was today.

that, or maybe you never really knew him at all.

you couldn't remember when the last time you saw atsumu was, but there had definitely been enough time to toss any trace of him you had left. his contacts been long deleted, you already packed up all of his clothes into a grocery bag and left them outside his door, no note, no text, you didn't even knock. which is why you were so surprised to find atsumu sitting with a discarded glittery envelope by his side, waiting outside your door on your way home from the store. he sat straight up upon seeing you, waiting until you were within earshot to say anything.

"finally" he groaned. that one word slapped you back into reality, the one in which you weren't that 15 year old girl waiting for your bestfriend to sneak over after your parents told you no to a school night sleepover anymore, and he wasn't that 15 year old boy climbing out through your window at dawn after sneaking over because he just had to show you the new movie he watched. as far as you knew, he really had no reason to be here anymore.

you never thought atsumu would look so out of place in front of your house.

now he's on his feet, he towers over you now, you've obviously missed a few growth spirts. his hair is bleached, and the way he dresses was nothing like his old usual sweatpants and band tee.

your staring is interrupted by a folded up piece of paper being shoved into your hands "what is this?" you say while unfolding it to find that it's actually about 8 pieces of paper taped together to make an intensely long love letter, you skim the first few lines and you can already tell it was written by some obsessive fangirl. "look, i know i haven't been in touch lately, but i really need your help." if he didn't sound so desperate, you probably would’ve been inside already, telling him to ask one of his new friends before slamming the door in his face. but something made you want to hear him out.

it's still atsumu, after all.

"I need you to date me."

"Im sorry?"

"i mean, just pretend to date me. just until these girls get the hint, please, y/n? think of everything i've done for you."

he was a lot better at guilt tripping you now than he was at 15, that was for sure.

the following weekend atsumu invited himself over, took one look at you in your tired and confused state from having just woken up and laughed

"so comfortable with me already?"

without waiting for permission he walked right in and made a b line for your room.

"wait, atsumu!"

opening the door, it was like a wave of nostalgia crashing over him. all your old figures, posters, you even still had your fluffy pink bunny slippers from when you were 13 atsumu gasps dramatically "who knew little y/n would stay such a nerd?"

you roll your eyes. "well it isn't like you were here to see for yourself." a flicker of guilt crossed his face, just for a second. then he looks over at your tv and smiles wide, "can i put something on?" he asks, already reaching for the remote.

"whatever, I'm going back to bed, don't be loud."

3 hours later, you wake up from your nap to find atsumu laying beside you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, completely out cold. after prying yourself from his grip you groggily reach for your phone

‘1 new message from unknown number'

"sorry, babe. had to get the word out there somehow😘”

that's when you notice you had an overwhelming amount of instagram notifications. but the one that sticks out the most is ‘atsumu miya mentioned you in their story’

a photo of you, dead asleep, holding onto his arm. with the caption ‘mine❤️’

great.

your first day back at school since atsumu’s hard launch was pretty much exactly what you were expecting. some random group of girls staring you down like you ruined their life (if you ask them, you did.) atsumus friends pointing and whispering, all before you could even reach your locker.

on your way to homeroom some girl you’ve never seen before now approaches you

“so you’re like.. atsumu miyas new fling, right?”

“what? no-“

before you can say anything else you feel an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer you didn’t have to look back to know who it was.

“my girlfriend, she’s just shy about it, isn’t that cute?”

the girl looks you up and down, gives you a dirty look and walks away, atsumu stays put.

“she’s gone.”

“good observation”

“you can get off me”

“what if i wanna stay like this?”

you look back, confused. then you see him, he has a huge shit eating grin, and not an inch of sincerity on his face. right, he was joking.

you shove him off you,

"whatever. you don't have to pretend when it's just us." atsumu pauses, long enough for you to expect him to say something. something that would fix the years of radio silence. but he doesn't.

"should've been an actor, huh?" he winks. you should've slapped him when you had the chance. but you didn’t. not because he doesn’t deserve it, but because you just don’t have it in you to fight him anymore. so you let out a weak groan before turning away instead.

the school was quiet and nearly empty when you were finally let out. it was a little after 5 pm, so there weren’t many people around. despite the uneasy feeling brewing in your chest from being out all alone in the cold when the sun was already setting, you put in your earbuds and let yourself space out, figuring the walk would go faster if you didn’t think about it. your music was just loud enough in your ears to cloud your thoughts, but just quiet enough to notice the footsteps growing closer and closer behind you.

 trying to ignore it, you turn your music up to full blast. not the smartest idea, because not long after a larger shadow joins yours on the snow covered sidewalk, and just as your about to blindly swing at whoever’s next to you, a voice cuts through your music

“y/n! turn it down!” you should’ve known it’d be him. you tug on the cord of your earbuds to yank them out. “what’s wrong with you? you scared me!”

atsumu just chuckles in response. “sorry, sorry. i called your name like 3 times though!”

you don’t reply, you just turn your music down by a few volumes and put your earbuds back in. “what’cha listening to? give me one” he holds out his hand and you roll your eyes. “okay, but if you don’t like it, don’t complain.” you say as you hand him an earbud. “i remember this song! we were.. 13 when we made up a dance to this to convince our parents to let us have a sleepover?”

you remember it vividly, you were 9, not 13, and it was actually a different song by the same artist. but you don’t correct him. instead, you drop your head to stare at your feet and mutter a small “yeah.”

you allow him to rewrite it, because it’s easier than admitting you still hold on. to everything. him, too.

he smiles and gently nudges your shoulder “still a good song though, right?”

“yeah. still good.”

nearing your house, only a few steps away from the driveway, atsumu stops dead in his tracks. “hey.”

you stop to back at him. “there’s this thing on saturday night. a party, i mean. wanna go with me?” now you’re really seeing him. he’s looking at his feet, kicking around a small snowball on the ground. you’d only ever seen him like this as kids, uncertain and nervous. and in a way, it felt like a version of him reserved for you. maybe it could be how it used to, and maybe that thought was why you said yes.

after days of trying to not let yourself believe you were special just because of one invitation, rehearsing different excuses and lowering your expectations, the day of party came.

when you walked outside, atsumu was already there, waiting. his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, something he’d always done when he was nervous to avoid fidgeting. 

“hey.” you called out to him first

“hey” he offers his hand, you hesitate for a moment before slipping your fingers into his. the silence as you two walk wasn’t uncomfortable like you were worrying. it was more intentional, like it was what both of you needed. after a while, atsumu looks over at you. “you look nice.” he says, his voice sounding softer than it ever is at school.

“thank you. so do you”

the party hasn’t started yet, but something in your heart that’s been restless for years, finally quiets. maybe it is just a party,

or maybe, this could be the start of something special.

stepping into the house was like stepping into a completely new world, purple led lights lining the living room being the only form of light, mountains of red solo cups thrown carelessly on the carpet. pretty much everything you expected from one of these house parties. the whole night he stays by your side, introducing you to everyone who comes up to him. he never once lets go of your hand. until his name is called from across the room, before you can turn to look he gently cradles the side of your cheek

“i’ll be right back. stay put, yeah?”

the hours start to blur into eachother, you aren’t sure exactly how long it’s been since atsumu left. but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t starting to worry. you try to give atsumus group your full attention when they’re speaking to you, but your growing distress was getting harder to hide.

suna was sitting next to you, not really contributing much to the conversation. but you’d noticed him staring a few times. it was only the 1 millionth time you glanced back in the direction atsumu had gone when you felt a hand on your shoulder, suna.

“hey. he’s in there.”

he points to a random door with a do not disturb sign. ironic, because you’ve never felt more disturbed in your life.

it’s not until you step into the hallway that you can hear it clear as day through the cracked door. atsumus voice. he was laughing. but it wasn’t the loud and obnoxious one he put on in school. it was something softer, familiar. it was his natural one. the one you used to bring out of him easily.

it was yours.

despite your brain telling you to not peak, to just leave, forget atsumu right there and spare yourself the heartbreak. your heart wanted him, it always had.

and you’d never been any good at letting things go.

he’s lying down facing another girl, the same way he would when you were just kids with no idea what you wanted.

you quietly close the door before they notice.

he was never yours anyway. but you had gotten close, so close you thought if you held onto it, it could become real.

but that stopped being enough a while ago.

because even when you held on, almost still isn’t love.

a/n - sorry

[burekforsatoru]

boyfriend nagi headcanons part 1 | fluff

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boyfriend nagi senses you get up in the middle of the night and asks you to bring him some cheese. you were only going to get some water, but somehow he knew that your destination is the kitchen, and so you pat his chest and pad along to the tiled floor to stand in front of the fridge. one glass full of water already downed, you refill it and bring it back to the bedroom along with a bag of grated cheese. you knew when you stood in front of the cheese section in the store a few days ago it would come to be useful even though you had no real plans for it. there's almost a smirk on your lips, a ghost of a smile too tired to fully manifest as you walk back slowly, careful not to spill or trip. he's sitting up when you reach the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when he sees you with the haul. nagi's eyes soften, he didn't know if you'd remember, being almost half asleep when he'd asked, but the smile that flicks over your face is enough to get him melted again. he doesn't reach out for the food, instead lets you settle back into bed and open the seal of the bag yourself. something tells him you won't be in the mood to take it back to the fridge, and neither will he, so it would be best to kill that entire bag between the two of you. he waits until you grab some and put it into your mouth, only then does he reach for some too, the taste made that much better by the company. sitting in silence, in the dead of night, just two cheese goblins sharing gazes, bits of food, and kisses.

boyfriend nagi likes to sit between your legs while he games. as long as you don't move around too much, he likes the gentle reminder that you're there, but also a soft place to lean his head on when he's waiting for the next screen to load. it usually doesn't help in one aspect, and that's the overwhelming need to just close his eyes and savour the softness of your skin, and it's happened before. he would fall asleep in record time, and wake up to the almost mocking game over on the screen. it never matters, though, because he can always redo the level, but the moments spent with you are irreplaceable.

boyfriend nagi puts his entire weight on you when you're lying on the couch miserable and in pain. the first time you asked him that, he thought he was imagining things, but a tug on his hand and a whiny little voice showed him how serious you were. a weighted blanket, that's what you called him that time. he rolled his eyes exactly once before he noticed the slight quirk of your lips upward. it felt good, it was clear from the groan you let out as your body sank deeper into the cushions. pain slowly becoming more manageable as his warmth spread through your limbs, along your torso, into your heart, across your cheeks. he's since learned not to question you when you ask him to lie on you, and instead just lets you have a few moments of comfort under his strong form, the least he could do when you're feeling your insides fall apart, leaving you alone only to go and make you some lemon tea, because if it helps him feel better, surely it will do the same for you.

boyfriend nagi watches you cook often. he doesn't often have the motivation to eat proper food, let alone prepare it himself, but something about the way you move in the kitchen fascinates him. one hand firm on the knife and the once whole pepper turns into thin ribbons. several things going on at the same time, water boiling, pan sizzling, the heap of vegetables getting bigger on the side after a quick treatment with your blade— all that accompanied by your humming along to the song on the radio. nagi leans against the door frame and just… observes. sometimes he wishes he could do it, too. to surprise you with something he's made just for you, but his mind always goes blank when your smile is directed at him, just like when you catch him looking. it's useless fighting it, so he gives in to the urge to push himself off the door frame and wraps his arms around your waist, standing behind you with the best view of the way you clean up the chopping board and toss the vegetables into the pan, mixing them together until they become the dinner he's been sniffing in the air. a tender kiss thank you, a snuggle it's delicious, and the rest of the night spent sprawled out on the couch while playing a cosy game together i love you. that's how nagi thinks he might see the point of cooking.

boyfriend nagi likes poking your cheeks. at first it may have been accidental, or purely an impulsive move on his part, but ever since the first time you looked at him bewildered at his action, he hasn't spent a day with you without doing it at least once. he hasn't thought about it much, really, because it's a simple thing — his girlfriend, your sweet warm cheek, a giggle directed at him. all of the things he likes together. you don't even know why it brings him so much joy and why he tends to sit there fascinated by the bounciness of your cheek once he removes his finger, you're just happy to see him so enthralled. you don't even know it's because you smile every time. and even when he doesn't know what to say or how to act, the easiest way to get you to curl the corners of your lips and smile at him is to poke you. and a lot of the times that's enough for him.

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. 𖥔 ݁ SOFT HEARTS & WHISKERS — y.jw

【 猫 】 . ݁ SYNOPSIS : adopting a pet kitty with won . GENRE : sweet tooth fluff . PAIRING : bf!jungwon x fem!reader . WARNINGS : writing is all in lowercase , not proofread , petnames , mentions of pills/medicine , mentions of sneezing , mentions of kissing , etc .

𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝘆 commented : lowkey a long fic ... enjoy !

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the morning light beamed through the curtains, soft golden lines arranged across the bed, where you and jungwon slept. you were wrapped in the most softest blanket, genuinely half-asleep. curled beside you was jungwon; looking like a cute kitty sleeping. his arm was loosely slung across your waist, his hair ruffled because of sleep, his lips slowly separating.

you yawned, rolling over to look at your boyfriend. "good morning, won."

"5 more minutes..." he groaned, burying his face in his pillow.

you giggle, carefully poking his cheek to get his attention. "babyy, wake up!"

"ok ok fine!" he groaned again, eyes finally opening up. "i just had... a dream."

"about what?" you ask, suddenly curious.

"we... adopted a... cat..?" he said, somehow unsure of his answer.

"a cat?" you replied, your heart skipping a beat, for no reason at all.

"yep, a cat. it was so cute too.."

"but baby, aren't you allergic?" you said, pouting.

"yeah.. but.. you have to understand me! cats are cute, and i know you love them! if i take enough of my allergy pills, i'll just sneeze instead of die." he explained.

you sighed, slowly rubbing your temples. "you're lucky you're cute, jungwon.."

"you think i'm cute?!" he said, a smile spreading across his face.

"you're also stupid."

"oh? me?"

you gave him one of those side eyes, but you couldn't help but smile back at him. "fine.." you start, defeated. "we're going to the shelter.. but it has to be hypoallergenic. i'm not having you sneezing all over the house."

his eyes widened in fear, "like hairless cats? eww..."

"no.. they lowkey creep me out too.. please.."

a while later, you arrive at the cat shelter. you had told jungwon to take his meds, incase he sneezed up the whole place.

an employee led you to a separate room. "here are the more low-allergen cats." she explained, softly smiling. she walked out, letting you two look at the cats.

as you looked at all of the cats, you had the urge to say "awww..." to all of them.

as you sat down, playing with all of the precious kitties, one came up to jungwon, curling right onto his lap.

he looked up at you, tenderly smiling. "i think it's fate.."

you scootched close to him, watching the cat purr cutely. " oh my gosh... yes!" you squealed.

"can we name her miso.. please?" "i like it.. it's warm and kind of healing.. just like you."

his eyes watered slightly — either from the allergies, or how happy he was.

you press a kiss onto his cheek. "yes baby, we can name her miso. just don't sneeze all over her, okay?"

"kay.."

that exact night, you were back in your bed, with a new addition sleeping between you. jungwon started sneezing again.

you tut, handing him the box of tissues. "see?"

"it's worth it though!" he said as he blew his nose.

you smiled, leaning into his touch. "okay fine.."

@ki2rins @chromenishi @yuuuraaa @beomev

[formulafanfics13]

It’s so crazy how fast and good quality your fics come out. I’m in shock whenever I open tumblr and see the amount of post you have.

When you have time can you write a 🔥 with Lando where they’re at the club celebrating a win and he really wants to do IT as a reward. So she gives in and gets on his lap. They do it in front of everyone but they’re too drunk but Oscar notices and is in shock.

Then if possible do a part two where Lando and reader like the idea of a threesome with Oscar.

monaco's golden boy - LN4 (OP81) - (Part 1) 🔥

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Summary: At a chaotic Monaco victory party, Lando pulls you into his lap in a club booth and fucks you — slowly, deeply — right there under the table. You're not wearing underwear. No one sees it happen except Oscar, who freezes mid-conversation as he realises exactly what's going on. You keep going. You keep eye contact. Lando whispers filth in your ear, loses himself inside you, and when you're both done, you toast Oscar with a smug smile like it's a game you’ve already won.

Warnings: Public sex (in a club), voyeurism/exhibitionism, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, possessive Lando, teasing/dom-sub dynamic, non-verbal power play, eye contact kink, humiliation/control kink elements, orgasm control, mutual masturbation vibes (via Oscar’s watching), very light degradation/praise.

The bass is thumping. The lights are gold. The club is thick with noise and heat and bodies pressed too close. And Lando fucking Norris is glowing.

He's never looked like this before, messy curls, black shirt unbuttoned, Monaco sweat still on his neck. He's leaning back in the booth with one arm around you and the other holding a half-drunk bottle of champagne like he's untouchable.

And maybe tonight? He is.

Monaco's golden boy. P1. Winner. Yours.

He's been insatiable all night. Touching you. Whispering filth in your ear between shots. Tugging your dress higher on your thigh with every new toast.

"Babe," he murmurs now, mouth grazing your temple, "I'm serious. I need you."

You laugh. "You need me when we get home."

"No," he says, voice low and hot. "Now."

You look at him. At the glitter in his eyes. The cocky little grin. The way his fingers are already skating up the inside of your thigh beneath the table. "You just won Monaco," you tease. "You want sex as a prize?"

"I want you as a prize."

Fuck. You shift in his lap like it's nothing. Like you're just adjusting. Like you're not deliberately sliding your bare pussy over the bulge in his jeans.

Lando hisses. One hand locks around your waist.

"Are you-"

"No underwear," you whisper in his ear.

He groans, low and broken. 

"Do you want me that badly?" you ask.

He nods. You kiss the edge of his jaw. "Then sit still and keep your mouth shut."

And then you sink down. It's slow. Careful. Subtle. Your dress covers you both. His cock slides in like you were made for it, thick, hot, perfect. You bite your lip to keep from gasping.

Lando's nails dig into your hips. "Holy fuck," he breathes.

You roll your hips once. Twice. Keep your arms around his neck like you're cuddling, like you're just sitting on your boyfriend's lap in a booth at a club in Monaco. No one sees. Except Oscar.

He's on the other side of the table. Mid-sentence. Freezes. Blinks. His mouth stays open. Because he knows.

He can't see everything, but he sees your body moving. Sees the tension in Lando's hands. Sees the way Lando's eyes glaze over and lock on yours like you're the only thing anchoring him to the fucking planet.

Oscar's holding his drink halfway to his lips, completely still. You meet his gaze. You don't stop moving. Lando's teeth are at your throat now. Whispering nonsense.

"So fucking tight." "So good for me." "My girl. Mine. Mine." "You love being watched, don't you?"

You do. 

You fuck him slowly, deliberately, riding him deep and lazy while the bass shakes the booth. Oscar's cheeks are red. His drink stays untouched. You grind down harder. Lando groans. Oscar chokes on air. It's quick. Desperate. Filthy.

Lando comes first, hands tight, head buried in your neck, teeth gritted to keep from moaning out loud.

You come seconds later, shivering in his lap, holding onto his shirt like he's oxygen. When it's done, you don't move.

You just smile at Oscar across the table, soft and smug, and raise your glass in a silent toast. Oscar blinks. Then downs his drink in one go.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Abel: Why?

Lucifer: Because, anyone who's anyone knows Adam loves you even if he's fucking weird about it. And finding out you're my son too? That'll put a bigger target on your back and by extension Peter. The only "plan" we have is when the day gets closer, Adam will unlock my cuffs and we get the fuck out of here. And that brings me to my next point, we....... I know Hell isn't a wonderful getaway destination but.... Would-

Abel: We'll go with you.

Peter looked like he was ready to faint: What!? Go to Hell?

Adam: Hey! Don't speak to my son that way asshole!

Lucifer rolled his eyes and patted Adam on the shoulder when Peter shrunk down again: That's not what he was asking and you know it.

Abel turned to Peter: I get it, you're scared and Hell isn't something to sneeze at. But they're right, Heaven won't be safe for us especially if Sera finds out that we knew about this. Will you go with me?

Peter sucked in some air and nodded, Adam bit his lip to keep from talking, Peter in Hell? Those demons will chew him up and spit him out.

Peter: I'll go..... But why are you guys waiting so long?

Lucifer: Well, it's to give us more time to maybe think of something other than run for it.

He held up his wrists showing the sparkling bracelets that Sera put on him.

Lucifer: The second they're off Sera will know. My power has been contained for so long it'll send a shockwave through Heaven. I suspect we'll only have ten minutes at the most to get out..... If you guys come with us you know you can't come back right?

Abel nodded: I know. And that's okay, things have been getting a little boring around here anyway.

Adam snorted: Well, they're about to get real spicy buddy.

Hell's Missing the Devil

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Lucifer wasn't sure if he had heard Sera correctly but the serious tone and look on her face told him that yes she was in fact serious.

Lucifer: I'm sorry.... What?

Sera sighed, she sounded annoyed: We will put an end to the Exterminations and in exchange you will be up in Heaven as a prisoner.

That..... Didn't sound ideal.

But neither were the Exterminations.

He didn't understand, wasn't the whole point of him falling so that he would never see Heaven again? Didn't that defeat the purpose?

Unless...... There was more to it.

Sera: Think about it. Come back here tomorrow when you've made your choice. Make the right choice for once.

He scowled when she left. What a bitch.

Lucifer did think about it and that's when it dawned on him.

With Lilith gone and now Lucifer, Charlie would have to step up and rule Hell. Which meant that she wouldn't have time to run her hotel.

It was underhanded and sneaky..... It was so Heaven.

But by doing this....... He would be saving his daughter too. He didn't trust them not to go after her one day.

Charlie: Dad you can't.

Lucifer: Sweetie, I..... I know this isn't ideal but it's for a greater good.

Charlie teared up: What am I supposed to do without you!?

It was different when he was just holed up in the manor, at least she knew he was safe at home.

But in Heaven? Lucifer was considered a traitor. Who knows what they would do to him.

Lucifer hugged his baby girl tight: Y-you'll be okay...... I love you.

Charlie: ...... I love you too.

She didn't want to let him go. There had to be a way to bring him home.

The next day, Lucifer went to the embassy where Sera was waiting.

Sera: So?

Lucifer sighed, this felt like a mistake but he didn't know what else to do to keep Charlie and their people safe.

Lucifer: Alright.......

Sera: Good.

She snapped her fingers and a pair of silver bracelets appeared on his wrists and Lucifer suddenly felt very drained. They must be blocking his powers.

With another snap, handcuffs with a chain appeared as well, Lucifer walked with his head down through the portal with Sera.

He would have laughed when he heard Peter freaking out. But any amusement left him when Sera said who he would be staying with.

Sera: You'll be under Adam's watch.

It felt ironic in a way.

Lucifer felt like he had been handed a death sentence as Sera handed his chain over to the first man.

[filthygalli]

Glasses

Oneshot: Fem! Reader x Professor! Lee Byung-Hun

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Warnings: Orange paragraph means flashbacks, Classroom setting, Brat reader, Brat tamer LBH, Professor x Student relationship, Forbidden relationship, Teasing, Nipple play, light choking, Byung-Hun being a tease as always, Not Proofread! Let me know if i missed anything.

Word Count: 821

Author’s Notes: So, I was deleting some deafts on my docs about fics, then i came across this…my jaw dropped because I do not remember writing this….

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The door swung open as a tall figure came out of it, “What are you doing in here? Aren't you supposed to be home right now?” Byung-Hun checked his watch as he looked at his student who's reading a book.

Y/n looks up and rolls her eyes, “Can you give me my glasses back? Can't see shit.” She said as she pointed at her professor's face, wearing her glasses.

Byung-Hun chuckled as he walked slowly to Y/n, “I'll give it to you, but…you have to give me something as well.” He leans at her table, looking at her eyes, smirking at her. “And why would I do that? You just snatched it on me teasingly earlier at your class, just give it.”

“I'm pretty sure our lesson for today is about Global economy, not some fictional book, right?” He said looking at the class then looked down at Y/n who's sitting In Front of her.

She closes the book slowly and looks at her professor innocently, Byung-Hun leans down at her and chuckles as he takes Y/n’s glasses and wears it to himself, “So let's get back to global economy…” he smirks down at Y/n who's stunned at his action.

“What's with the attitude, Ms. Y/n? Not a good day for you?” Byung-Hun chuckled, “I thought it's always a good day when you see me?” Y/n rolls her eyes at his statement, she sighs “Just give it to me and I'll be on my way.” Byung-Hun chuckled, “And why would I do that?” “Because it's my glasses you dummy.” She stood up grabbing her book and her bag, “Fuck it, it's yours, I can buy a new one.”

Byung-Hun was liking the way she acts, bratty, the bratty side of her that he likes so much, he chuckled, “Sit. Down.” His words made Y/n stopped what she's doing, she nodded and sat down slowly, Byung-Hun grabbed the chair beside her and sat down, “You know I really like you, but your bitchy attitude…” he sighs “I don't like it, so now.. we're going to do something..to fix that attitude of yours, Understand?” Y/n didn't say anything and Byung-Hun didn't like it. He chuckled, annoyed at her, she just looked at him innocently and that made him snap. “So..this is how you want me to play, huh?” He chuckled, as he stood up and grabbed her throat lightly, “If you think..that you can act like this, talk like this to me, you're fucking wrong, understand?” Fear in her eyes showed as Byung-Hun started giving pressure on her neck, choking her. She nodded, “Words, Sweetheart. Need to hear you say it.” He said smirking at her, “Yes, Sir..I understand.”

He smirks, “Now, I want you to be a good girl and do what I ask you to do, no questions, just do it, understand?” He looks at her, waiting for her response, “Yes, Sir.” He smiled, “Good girl.” He released his hands from his throat making Y/n breath heavily, he sat down and pats his lap, “Sit here.” Y/n was hesitant but she saw the anger in his eyes, she sat down, unsure of what he's gonna do to her, he started touching her all over the place…kissing her exposed skin on her neck, sniffing her scent, “You smell Divine ..” he said as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, “Sir..what if someone see us..?” Her voice is shaking, not knowing what her professor can do to her. “Don't you like it? Other professors will see how much of a slut you are for me?” he chuckled as he felt Y/n shiver, “Don't you want this..?” He asked and Y/n replied, “I want it.. it's just..” “it's just what?” He started caressing her tits, “Hmm, i– it's just– new to me..fuck..” “Remove your shirt, put it on the table.” He said as Y/n started removing the tuck in of her shirt, she stood up as she removed her shirt and threw it on the table, Byung-Hun smirks at the site in front of him,

"You're going to be the death of me." Byung-Hun murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, teasing her hardened nipple through the thin material of her bra.

Y/n gasped, arching into his touch. He reached her back, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced free, “Sit down, but face forward.” Y/n did what she was told and Byung-Hun couldn't resist leaning down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud.

Y/n's breath hitched as Byung-Hun's mouth worked on her nipple, her fingers threading through his hair. The sensation was too much, and she found herself arching into him, her body begging for more.

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hope you don't mind me asking buuut were you up to write about Will using wrestling to rub his dick subtle on Mack's ass 👉👈🥺

(Both think the other one is straight, so they both try to get themselves off by wrestling and rubbing their dicks subtle at each other)

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Another fun one! You guys have some banger prompts lately...

The Sharks have practice at 7 a.m. the next morning, but Will’s wired. His body’s tired, legs buzzing from drills, shoulders loose from lifts, but his brain is chewing through itself. So he throws on sweats and drives down to the team gym, because at least then he can pretend he’s doing something about it.

It’s quiet. Dim. A couple of overhead fluorescents still hum above the weight racks. The mats in the back corner look freshly wiped down, the rubber floor giving off that faint chemically clean smell.

Mack is already there.

He’s sitting against the wall, legs stretched out, scrolling on his phone. His hoodie’s halfway off his shoulders like he gave up mid-strip. His hair’s wet at the roots, curls damp and pushed back from his forehead.

Will stops short, and something slow curls in his chest. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

Mack looks up. Shrugs. “Just felt like moving.”

“Same.” Will ambles over, lowering himself to the mat with a quiet groan. “God, I’m so sore.”

“That’s what you get for racing Eky on suicides.”

“He was talking shit! I had to.”

Mack huffs a laugh, and the edge of it slides warm under Will’s skin. They fall into easy silence. Mack stretches his arms above his head, t-shirt riding up to flash a strip of taut stomach. Will very intentionally does not look. Or if he does, it’s just for one second.

Just to take in the competition.

Will nudges him with a toe. “Wanna wrestle?”

Mack turns, one eyebrow raised. “Like… for real?”

Will shrugs, heart picking up pace despite himself. “Combat cardio. You know. Old school.”

Mack stares at him for a long beat. Then he slides his phone into his shoe and pulls his hoodie the rest of the way off. “Alright. Let’s go.”

Will wasn’t actually expecting him to say yes.

They square off in the middle of the mat, barefoot, grinning like idiots. It starts half-hearted. Will circling, Mack mimicking him like it’s a game. Which it is. Kind of.

Will lunges, gets a hand around Mack’s waist, tries to flip him. but Mack twists and counters like a goddamn snake, slamming his shoulder into Will’s side until Will topples backward.

They roll.

Will laughs. Mack grunts. Will shoves. Mack pins.

Will’s breath catches.

Mack’s weight is fully on top of him now, thighs bracketing Will’s hips, hands planted on either side of Will’s shoulders. He’s breathing hard. So is Will.

Their hips brush.

They both freeze.

Mack’s eyes flick down to Will’s mouth for half a second before darting back up. His face is unreadable. His thighs tighten slightly where they’re straddling Will’s.

Will swallows. His mouth feels dry.

He should move. He should roll away or make a joke or laugh this whole thing off, like he always does. But Mack is still on him. Still flushed. Still staring at him like he’s waiting for something.

The air is hot. Dense.

Finally, Mack pushes up and off, quick and smooth, already retreating toward the wall.

Will lies there for a second, blinking up at the ceiling.

Then he gets up. Grabs his water bottle. Forces out a grin.

“You win this round, Celebrini.”

Mack tosses him a smirk, but there’s something sharp behind it. “I always do.”

Will showers with the water on cold and jerks off with his forehead pressed to the tile, teeth gritted, hand fast and mean.

He doesn’t think about Mack.

He doesn’t think about how good it felt.

He doesn’t think about why he’s lying to himself.

---

They’re two months into the season and already half-dead from travel. Anaheim back-to-backs suck in theory. Less sleep, less prep, too many post-game media requests. But in practice, it’s mostly just sitting in a beige hotel room trying not to kill each other with passive-aggressive sighs.

Will’s got nothing to do and nowhere to go. Him and Mack aren't rooming this trip so naturally, at 10:37 p.m., he texts Mack.

u up?

gym mat looks lonely

There’s a long pause. Then:

5 mins

Will doesn’t even bother pretending he’s not already half-dressed.

He tosses on a hoodie over his thin base layer and slinks down to the hotel gym like some kind of degenerate. It smells like old sweat and fake citrus cleaner and the walls are lined with sad motivational posters: Hard Work Beats Talent When Talent Doesn’t Work Hard. Will almost takes a selfie beside one and sends it to Mack, but before he can, the door opens.

Mack walks in. Tank top. Compression shorts. A faint sheen of leftover post-game sweat still clinging to his collarbone. His hair’s a little flat on one side, like he was lying down before Will texted. He doesn’t smile.

“You’re actually serious about this?” he says, stepping onto the mat and toeing off his slides.

Will shrugs, already rolling his sleeves up. “Gotta keep the heart rate up.”

Mack raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t argue.

They start slow again. Almost cautious. Will circles like a shark, no pun intended, while Mack just watches him, solid and quiet, weight settled evenly through his hips like he’s waiting for the right moment to strike.

Will lunges.

Mack ducks. They collide.

It’s sharper this time. Less laughing. Less banter. Mack’s grip on Will’s biceps is tight and focused. Will plants his foot and pivots, tries to twist free, but Mack yanks his arm and takes them both down in a heap.

They roll. Will ends up on top for half a second before Mack flips them, slamming his thigh between Will’s legs and grinding down instinctively.

Will gasps.

Not loud. But enough.

Mack freezes. Will does too.

They’re pressed together from knees to chest, Mack’s arms caging him in, Will’s hands still clutched in Mack’s shirt. Will’s heart is hammering. His dick’s already half-hard and pinned awkwardly beneath the friction point of Mack’s thigh.

They both feel it.

Mack lifts his head, face unreadable. “Are you—”

“Sorry,” Will says, voice high and fast. “That was—I didn’t—”

He tries to shift his hips, but the movement only drags them together again. His stomach flips violently. Mack goes still, eyes darting between Will’s face and his mouth like he’s trying to solve a fucking equation.

Will’s breath stutters out. He thinks, kiss me, for one terrible second.

Mack blinks.

And then he’s up. Off Will, away from the mat, palms on his thighs as he catches his breath.

Will lies there for a second, staring at the ceiling like it holds answers. Then he sits up too fast and regrets it immediately.

“You good?” Mack asks, too casually, voice sandpaper-dry.

“Yeah,” Will croaks. “Totally.”

They don’t talk on the way back to the elevators. Don’t talk on the ride up to their floor. Mack scratches the back of his neck and mutters a “see you tomorrow” before disappearing into his room without looking back.

Will gets in his own bed and stares at the ceiling for what feels like hours, hard again for no goddamn reason except that his body can’t seem to forget the feel of Mack’s weight, the friction, the sound he made when their hips slotted just right.

He tells himself it was an accident.

He knows he’s lying.

---

They win in regulation. A clean, hard-fought home game that leaves the locker room buzzing with leftover adrenaline and mid-season optimism.

Everyone’s going out after. Steakhouse downtown, maybe somewhere sleazy after that. Toff throws an arm around Will and chirps him about not being late to team dinner and Will laughs, promises to catch up.

But he doesn’t.

Because Mack’s already packing up in the corner. Quiet. Focused. Still humming with tension like his blood didn’t get the memo that the game’s over.

Will doesn’t even think about it. He just catches Mack’s eye across the room, jerks his chin slightly.

Mack nods.

They don’t say anything.

The facility’s dark by the time they sneak back in. Staff’s gone home. The mats in the back gym are still laid out, slightly askew from earlier warm-ups.

Will sheds his hoodie the moment they step inside. Mack follows suit, rolling his shoulders like he’s trying to shake off a second skin.

No warm-up. No jokes. They crash together like magnets.

Will shoves first. Mack resists. They lock arms and jostle, the air thick with breath and the squeak of socked feet on the mat. Mack’s t-shirt clings to his back in a way that makes Will’s throat go tight.

“You’re holding back,” Will grunts, digging in.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Mack growls, actually growls, and throws his weight into it.

Will goes down hard.

The air leaves his lungs in a rush as Mack straddles him, pinning Will’s wrists above his head like he’s done it a thousand times in his sleep. His thighs are pressed tight to Will’s hips. There’s nowhere to go. Nothing to do except—

Rock up.

It’s instinct. Muscle memory. Need.

Will does it once, just enough to feel. Mack’s breath hitches. His grip loosens.

Will blinks up at him.

Mack’s lips part like he’s going to say something. But nothing comes out.

And Will, God help him, does it again.

This time slower. Deliberate. His hard dick grinds against the unmistakable bulge in Mack’s compression shorts, and they both just... freeze.

It’s not an accident this time. It’s not a joke.

Mack’s hands drop away like Will’s skin is on fire.

Will doesn’t move. Can’t.

“I—” Mack starts, but his voice cracks, raw.

Will sits up, chest brushing Mack’s. “We should—”

“I know.”

Neither of them finish the thought.

Mack scrambles off first, yanking his shirt down over his waistband. Will doesn’t look. Or he does, but only for a second. Long enough to see the flush spreading across Mack’s throat, the too-tight set of his jaw.

They don’t speak as they gather their clothes. Don’t speak in the hallway. Don’t even glance at each other when they split at the locker room doors.

Will showers with the water scalding and one arm braced against the tile while he jerks himself off aggressively with the other.

He comes too fast, a groan tearing out of his chest that makes him bite his own hand.

It’s not the orgasm that wrecks him.

It’s how clearly he hears Mack’s voice in his head right after, soft and breathless and very, very real: “I’m not.”

Not straight.

Not pretending.

Not alone.

---

They lose in OT.

It’s not even a bad loss, just one of those games where nothing quite clicks, where the puck bounces the wrong way and everyone walks out of the rink with that twitchy, unfinished kind of energy.

Will’s buzzing. Not the good kind. He doesn’t want a shower beer or a group hang. He wants to hit something. Or someone.

Or—

Mack.

Mack, who sits two stalls over and doesn’t say a word the whole way through undressing. Mack, who’s been avoiding Will’s eyes for three days, ever since the last wrestling session ended with Will on his back and Mack halfway hard on top of him, breathless and terrified and still not kissing him.

Will doesn’t ask this time. He just gets up, yanks a hoodie over his head, and walks out of the room without saying a word.

Mack follows ten seconds later.

The gym’s empty. Dim. Quiet.

Neither of them speaks.

Will throws his bag down beside the mat and turns around just in time for Mack to shove him, hard, full-body and loaded with something dangerous.

They crash together like it’s been waiting to happen. No circling. No warming up. Just arms locking, chests slamming, Will’s heel catching on the edge of the mat as they tumble to the floor.

Mack lands on top. It’s not graceful. It’s hot.

Will grabs him by the waist and yanks him down until their hips collide.

Mack stutters out a groan. “Don’t.”

Will’s voice is wrecked. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t—fuck—don’t start this unless you’re gonna finish.”

Will huffs, grinning through his own dizzy pulse. “Pretty sure we’ve only been starting things.”

Mack breathes in deep, like he’s bracing for impact.

Then he kisses Will like a fight.

It’s teeth and spit and weeks of unsaid things, all of it breaking open in the space between their mouths. Mack groans when Will grabs the back of his neck. Will grinds up into him without shame this time, no half-excuses or pretend slippage. Hust pure, unbearable friction.

Mack is hard against him. Fully, obviously hard. And when Will reaches down between them to palm him through his shorts, Mack jerks like he’s been shocked.

“You sure?” Will mutters, even as he palms him again.

Mack pants against his neck. “I’ve been sure since fuckin’ camp.”

Will laughs, stunned. “You—”

“Shut up,” Mack breathes, rolling his hips. “God, shut up.”

They fumble out of their clothes with all the elegance of horny teenagers. Mack’s still wearing his base layer top when Will gets his pants down. Will ends up shirtless in his compression shorts, kneeing his own water bottle out of the way as Mack yanks them down.

Their dicks brush and it’s like a live wire snaps between them. Both of them gasp.

Will spits in his hand, reaches down between them, and wraps his hand around them both. Mack groans, loud this time, helpless. His hand comes up to cover Will’s, guiding the pace, their hips grinding in time.

“I’m not gonna last,” Mack whispers, forehead pressed to Will’s.

“Yeah, no shit,” Will breathes back, kissing him again, softer this time. Slower. “We've been edging each other for weeks, Celly.”

The nickname hits its mark. Mack lets out a wrecked little sound, hips stuttering.

They rut together like animals, skin sticking, hands slipping, breathing like it hurts.

Will loses it first, hips jerking, voice catching on Mack’s name as he spills between them.

Mack follows half a second later, gasping into Will’s mouth, whole body curling inward like he’s trying to crawl under Will’s skin.

They lie there after, tangled and slick and stupidly content. The room smells like sweat and sex and cheap gym mats. Mack’s cheek is pressed to Will’s bare chest. Will’s hand is still on his thigh.

Neither of them speaks for a long time.

Eventually, Mack says, “So… combat cardio?”

Will laughs. “Best workout of my life.”

Mack hums. “We’re gonna have to stretch next time.”

Will’s heart trips a little. He turns his head, looks at Mack, really looks at him, flushed and soft and smiling just barely.

“There’s gonna be a next time?” he asks, quiet.

Mack rolls his eyes, fond. “Shut up and kiss me again.”

[ssivinee]

「 Lovesick 」

n. kazuha x le sserafim ! f reader ✎𓂃 Between you and your girlfriend, you've always been the caregiver type. You could never resist anything about Kazuha, even when your unaware of what you've done to hurt her feelings.

word count ! 1.6 k

requested ! hiii can i request something ab sub!Zuha? Doesn’t matter if it’s smut or fluff you can do whatever you’d like :))

author's note ! needed a break from the long fics and smut rq yall- I also apologize to the anon that sent me this like months ago AND I ONLY GOT TO IT NOW IM SO SRRY.

This is also fluff... don't be fooled :>

“I don’t understand why he likes bullying me!” 

You side-eye where the voice comes from, a look that annoys Chaewon to the point she throws the first things she touches beside her. Thankfully, it was only a pillow, and you dodged it smoothly, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Shiro bullies me enough, I don’t need you adding onto it,” she pouts, and a burst of laughter escapes your mouth, knowing well how much the dog antagonized her. “Rei got along well by training with him, so maybe it’s just his love language for you, unnie,” Yunjin voices while reading her book. 

Chaewon watches you nod in agreement, knowing it was just to annoy her, and she almost throws another item at you. Scared for your face, you shield up with your forearms in the hope of lessening the damage until you hear Kazuha coming into the living room from the hallway.

“Can we not try to kill her?” Chaewon looks offended at the younger as she sits down beside you, beginning to cuddle up into your side. “Yah! She’s the one that’s gonna kill me!”

You feel Kazuha just shake her head against you, your legs crossed underneath the soft blanket, you lean back to make sure she is comfortable. Looking down, her eyes look soft, gazing up at you with the usual warm smile she gave.

“Don’t get all lovey-dovey now,” Chaewon groans, voicing some annoyance. Someone clearly wasn’t in the best mood today. Probably because of the practice, which was definitely mentally and physically exhausting.

“Oh, c’mon, unnie. Don’t be a hater now,” You voice in a more innocent way, Yunjin tilting her head quickly in agreement before going back to her book once more. Chaewon visibly rolls her eyes, bunching up the blanket in her arms as she begins to make her way to her room.

You were a tiny bit worried that you may have pissed her off but she erases any worry when you hear her yell down the hallway, “None of you stay up super late please!”

There was a collective yes from before everyone heard the door click shut. “Does Mary die in this book?” Yunjin asks in English, and you turn your head, giving her a look. “I told you I wouldn’t spoil it for you,” she told her right back in English.

Having hyped her enough and actually putting her into the story, you told the fellow Korean-American that you would keep it spoiler-free. Yet the anticipation of Yunjin knowing you knew the ending had her all jittery.

“I just wanna know~” She whines, making you chuckle at the way she flails around with the book in one hand. “You want some tea?” Asking her as you got up from your seat, shifting Kazuha off slowly, who looks at you with soft eyes that you didn’t catch.

“I’m down,” she answered with eyes trailing across a page of her book. “Babe?” You ask, looking up a bit while heating up some water in the electric kettle. You only see her nodding before looking back at the TV to watch the show.

Catching how she gave you less attention than usual, you could tell something was bugging her, but you weren’t about to expose any problems in front of Yunjin. “Hibiscus?”

“Make it the blossom version, please?”

You nod, and take out one packet, then take out two packets of a Mango Cintron tea that you and Zuha both liked. Beginning to take out the three mugs, you placed them on the counter and began to rip each packet one by one to place the tea bags in.

“Make mine peppermint,” Kazuha voices, her attention not leaving the TV as you stared at her. Now you were sure something was wrong.

Your girlfriend was the type to follow you around everywhere when possible, cuddle into you at any point, and copy your food or drinks, so the change in tea flavor had gears turning in your head. Without any context, your brows furrow together, and you begin to scratch the back of your head.

Kazuha could feel how your eyes would glance at her every now and then while you waited behind the counter. A pout begins to form on her lips again while she feels your stare, a sigh escaping her lips.

After a few minutes, the ding of the kettle brings you out of your thoughts. You pour the hot water all the way for you and Yunjin, then leave some space for milk, the way Kazuha likes it.

No sugar for the older ones, then two small spoons of sugar for the younger, and you stir all three. You made sure you gave Kazuha’s tea first, then went to grab yours and Yunjin so you could sit back next to her.

But when you go back to your seat, stirring the spoon while holding the mug with one hand, Kazuha doesn’t even look at you. She keeps her eyes to the front, and you had a lot of patience… not when it comes to Zuha while she’s acting like this.

Yunjin put down her book, focusing on the show so she could properly drink her tea. You could barely even focus on anything, just staring at the back of your girlfriend's head while sipping slowly on the hot tea. 

The room only being filled with the sounds of the television made you want to bash your head against the wall. Maybe tea was a bad idea, but you wouldn’t have known that unless you actually made the tea.

Kazuha gets up from the couch to put her dishes in the sink. She usually comes back quickly, just so all the dishes can be done at once. 

With the sound of the faucet turning on, your head whips to the left, staring at her, very confused, as she begins scrubbing away at her mug. You glance quickly at Yunjin, who was already giving you a look, trying to hide her own suspicious face behind her large mug while sipping on the tea.

‘You better fix whatever you did,’ she mouthed towards you, and your eyes fell down to your lap. Shaking your head and trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly done this time, Kazuha leaves both of you and heads into her room.

You're left gobsmacked in the living room, Yunjin laughing at your mouth agape at the younger's actions. “Seems like you're in trouble~,” she teased in a quiet voice, making sure nothing upset Kazuha more. Flicking her off with an eyeroll, she cackles again as you leave her to head into Kazuha’s room.

As you enter, you shut the door behind you and lean on it to find her scrolling on her phone while lying on her pillow. The way she doesn’t even look your way made you a little sad. “Are Sakura-unnie and Eunchae not looking for you?”

“No, we agreed I’d spend the night here,” She hears you shuffle over after you answer, feeling the edge of her bed sinking down to the right. 

“Can you tell me what I’ve done wrong?” You asked woefully. Now the sadness in your voice makes her peak up, seeing how your brows tilted up while the frown on your face began to show.

You hear the click of her phone, shutting it off as she places it down beside her. “You didn’t even pay attention to me. Just Yunjin-unnie and Chaewon-unnie, you also know how I feel when the two of you speak English with me in the room.”

The way her head falls, hanging low, with a gloomy look on her face, as she fiddles with her fingers. Your eyes soften at the way she basically expressed feeling left out, and you take her hand into yours.

“I didn’t mean for my actions to come off that way. I’m sorry, angel.” You stare as she looks up, tears pooling in her eyes, and you pout at the look. Moving forward a bit, shifting your weight on the bed, you give her a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Chaewon unnie just hasn’t been in a good mood, so I’ve been teasing her a bit, then Yunjin asked me something and I responded in English out of reflex,” you admitted, wanting to explain yourself, but then shook your head. “Doesn’t matter, I’m just sorry.”

“It would’ve just been nice to be included,” you nod, understanding what she meant. It’s a valid way to feel, and it crushed you to even see her this way.

“Cuddle buddy?” You ask, arms reaching out to help her giggle, blinking the tears away. You lay beside her, head on your chest, as you combed your fingers through her hair. Even giving her kisses on her forehead as you hummed a tune.

“You know I love you, right?” Asking her and she looks up at her, her large doe-like eyes that made you swoon easily for her.

“Of course, and I love you too.”

“Good,” the response makes Kazuha giggle as you begin to squeeze her in a hug and roll her on top of you. “I would never do anything to make you sad on purpose,” you expose yourself, but the younger knew that already. “I know that, baby.”

“I would never want you to cry because of me.”

“I’m aware,” her heart began beating fast from all your words. You had a way with words that just made her fall in love with you over and over again.

“I would beat myself up for it, angel,” she taps your face lightly with the tip of your fingers, as if she were slapping you, and you let out a tiny gasp, acting offended. “You did not,” asking a bit appalled. 

Your girlfriend giggles, sitting up on your lap, and begins peppering your face with kisses. Then, leaning back down, straddling your thighs as she laid her head on your chest.

“Sorry for being sensitive.”

She feels you shake your head above her head, patting her back in comfort with another kiss on the head. 

“Don’t ever apologize for being you.”