#you know just conquer the world with your best friend some weekend

[andysgallerys]

Happiness...

[quirrrky]

—•✦ 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐

KUROO, your business partner and bestfriend, had one birthday wish and that's for you to attend a party as his fiancee, his fake fiancee

3k+ f!reader, friends to lovers, fake dating

ꨄ︎ happy birthday to the male lead of my life! wishing you'd finally show up for real now lmao

“So Kuroo, you’re turning thirty this weekend, right?”  

“No, sir, just twenty-nine.” Kuroo gave a stiff and stony grin. Mr. Onitsuka, the CEO of the sportswear company he was trying to get as a sponsor, happened to be a rigid family man.

“Just twenty-nine...” There’s certainly some hint of disappointment with how it sounded from the older man.  

Kuroo gulped and bit the inside of his cheeks. This deal was his most important thus far. We’re dealing with one of Japan’s prestigious brands. He couldn’t let this opportunity pass, especially that he just recently got promoted as the Sports Ambassador for the Japan Volleyball Association. 

“Well, we can feature our players-” 

“You mean athletes.” Mr. Onitsuka corrected. 

Kuroo gulped and almost banged his head against the nearest wall. Of course, athletes! Not players.  

Not a “player” like...him.  

Who would’ve thought that his singleness was not a good credential for the strictly traditional man in front of him? Everyone who’d see the specimen of a man Kuroo was could tell that he had a high market value among the ladies, which screamed one thing. He must be a player! 

“Yes, that’s right. Athletes...”  

“Look, Kuroo, it’s clear that you had everything well-planned out.” Mr. Onitsuka closed the folder. “But I’m sure you can’t do all this by yourself...” 

“I know someone who could cover this partnership.” Kuroo beamed, excitedly. His face lit up like he had the most brilliant plan out of his pocket. “We’ve been together and conquered a lot by now. I would even bet my life to guarantee you that she is the best!” He pronounced, loud and proud. 

“I never heard about her before.” Mr. Onitsuka's expression changed into something a bit lighter. “So when did the both of you start together?” 

At last! He’s passing the test. Kuroo thought. 

“Oh, me and Y/N? We began working on a project about a year ago and we really hit it off so well. Our chemistry’s just...out of this world.” 

Kuroo’s phone rang with the Star Wars’ Imperial March, a ringtone you personally assigned for yourself. Mr. Onitsuka saw your name and said, signaling for Kuroo to answer the phone, “Your girlfriend.” 

In a slight panic, Kuroo almost juggled the phone in his hand. For a short while, he thought that he was now accepted by Mr. Onitsuka, however there seemed to be a misunderstanding. He wanted to clear it up, but he had to answer you first... 

“H-Hello...” Kuroo gulped. “How’s my girl?” He saw a tinge of disappointment on Mr. Onitsuka's face, and he got agitated, mindlessly spouting things off. “How’s my beautiful...” Of course, he couldn’t say girlfriend. “Bride...” Shit! That's too sudden, so he added. “...to-be.” Bride to-be? 

Oh crap. He ran his mouth without thinking. 

You laughed. “Wait...Are you drunk?” 

“Mhm hmmm...so drunk on you, only on you, babe.” Kuroo winked at Mr. Onitsuka, who was obviously enjoying the show he was putting on. 

“What have you gotten yourself again, Tetsu?” You cracked up and followed, “Hey...listen, I already reserved the bar for your birthday party. It’s all good now.” 

“You’re the best! Wait, love. Just hold on a sec, okay? I’m in the middle of a meeting, but I’ll be there in a heartbeat once this is done.” 

You scrunched your face, laughing. “What’s wrong with you? Are you being hit on by an old lady again?” 

Kuroo chuckled, genuinely. Oh...that smartmouth of yours... 

“Let’s talk about it in a few, alright? See you the soonest, sweetheart. Bye bye, love you.” He hung up and sighed apologetically at Mr. Onitsuka. “Sorry about that. My woman needs me.” 

“Then I suggest you go to her right away. You musn’t keep her waiting.” Mr. Onitsuka said, sounding more relieved to have found out that JVA Sports Ambassador Kuroo Tetsurou was a “committed” man. “If that’d be my wife, I’ll be having an earful by now.” The older man oddly broke his rigid exterior and laughed.  

“I’ll take that advice to heart,” Kuroo affirmed. 

“I’ll be sending the documents with my signature within the week.” Mr. Onitsuka extended his hand and Kuroo shook it. “It was nice meeting you, Kuroo. I’ll see you and your fiancee on your birthday party.” 

Kuroo chuckled, nervously. “Can’t wait, sir.” 

Now, he’s left with convincing you to be his future wife even just for a night.  

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

As the new sports ambassador for JVA, Kuroo now carries the image of the sport, well, including its athletes. As much as it’s great to recognize that Volleyball athletes were good-looking, values such as commitment must be reflected as well. Kuroo knew that.  

Though he admittedly had a past of dating around and exploring his options, it wasn’t the deal now. Kuroo wanted to commit but...he wanted to be slow and careful... 

Opening up the door to the restaurant, he immediately spotted you browsing on your phone. He didn’t miss the look of the man seated beside you on one of the bar stools. He sighed. Another one of those bastards... 

Approaching you, Kuroo wrapped an arm around your shoulders and planted a kiss on your forehead. “So, how’s the check-up? Is our little peanut okay? I’m sorry I missed it.” He said, making sure that the man heard.  

You subtly rolled your eyes and answered back, “He just kicked inside me now like he wanted to kick you instead.” 

Kuroo acted animatedly amused. “Sounds like his mother. That’s too early.” Taking the other seat beside you, he swiveled your chair so you’re facing him.  

“Last week you put a ring on me and now it’s a baby.” You snickered. “What’s next, Tetsu? Retirement plan?” 

“Come on. I’m just being the best bestfriend there is. Plus, you have saved my ass a million of times too.” 

Indeed, you didn’t know when it started but you and Kuroo played as each other’s fake partner whenever you’re both being hit on by strangers you didn’t like.  

“Yeah, remind me to pose as your lovesick wife next time.” You joked and Kuroo rubbed his chin. 

“Maybe at my birthday party?” He suggested. 

You took a sip of your juice. “Yeah, sure.” 

“No, seriously, though.” He took your hand and held it firmly. “Mr. Onitsuka...” 

“Oh, Family Guy...” 

“Exactly! I...” He’s now starting to take out his greatest weapon, his sad boy pout and unfortunate doe eyes. 

Oh. “How did you mess up this time?” 

His hold on your hand tightened. “I might’ve made it seem like we’re getting married.” 

That explained the cheesy lovey-dovey petnames a while ago. 

You were speechless. Kuroo’s not the one to lie. He’s always the straightforward guy, so... “How the hell did that...” 

“I don’t know. Man, he’s been grilling me with my life plan, my age and all, that I had a slip-up.” 

Well, you’ve done this countless times before, but his birthday party was a different thing. His friends and some colleagues will be there. You looked at your joined hands and then back at his troubled expression. 

“Y/N, just for my birthday, please...” Kuroo pleaded, “Be my lovesick wife even just for that day.” 

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚ 

Kuroo leaned on his car as he marveled at you so breathtakingly beautiful in a red dress. Playfully, he whistled. “It might be hard for me to think this is all pretend when you’re doing some serious damage on me with that dress.” 

Equally, you admired how handsome he was in that black sweater, and got lost at the sight of him that you almost trip on your wat to his side. Almost.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you in check.” Lightheartedly, you set an alarm in your smartwatch. “You got me until midnight, love.” 

The two of you laughed. 

Today’s the big day. Tetsu’s birthday. And yes, the birthday part did get you to agree to his "proposal". 

In no time, you reached the little bar you rented. It was cozy and had a little dancefloor and disco lights that could make the activities later on at night extra special.

You assisted in arranging a party for him, inviting his close friends and some colleagues. No lies, you’re a little nervous. This was different from the strangers you’d been fooling. 

This is it...  

Kuroo pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by the waist. “You got this, sweetheart.” He brought your hand to his lips. You gave him a prim smile and he opened the door for you.  

You were welcomed by familiar faces which put you at ease, while he had a hand at the small of your back. All the worries you had earlier dissipated. Having Kuroo right next to you like this made you feel more confident.  

Though everyone had their eyes on the two of you, everything about this situation felt natural. The electricity that surrounded you...It was so strong. The chemistry you had the first time you met was glowing in front of everyone right now. You could tell that they looked at you and Kuroo like you’re made for each other.  

“Here comes the future Mr. and Mrs. Kuroo,” Kenma welcomed, mischievously knowing fully well what the both of you were up to.

Lev greeted, “Happy Birthday and Congratulations!”  

“What? I thought you two are already married!” Bokuto remarked, which shocked the both of you. “I mean... ever since you two got along, Kuroo talked about nothing but you. I even got a little sad because I thought I wasn’t invited.” 

Kuroo was just pretending not to be affected by all this, but he’s definitely dying on the inside as Bokuto ratted him out. Slowly, you tilted your head to sneak a glance at your “fiance”. 

“W-What?” he asked. 

You giggled and teased, “I didn’t know I’ve been on your mind a lot.”  

Kuroo just simply scoffed. This was totally not how he planned things to work out.  

Mr. and Mrs. Onitsuka finally arrived at the scene. Kuroo squeezed your hand as if you were going to face the biggest challenge of your life.  

“Kuroo,” The old man called as he patted Kuroo’s shoulder, “Happy Birthday, boy!” 

This was shocking. Mr. Onitsuka went from a scary strict dad to a friendly goofy one. It must be the effect of being with you.  

“Thank you, sir. Ma’am,” Kuroo acknowledged Mrs. Onitsuka’s presence, taking her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.  

“Hmm...You sure know your way with the ladies.” The older woman complimented.  

“Gives me headache every now and then,” you said, playfully, which made the old couple laugh.  

“You must be Y/N,” Mr. Onitsuka shook your hand. “Now, I know why you got this boy to settle down.” He patted Kuroo’s chest twice. “You’re such a lucky man to have someone like Y/N right here beside you.” 

“See, even you could tell how bad she got me.” Kuroo glanced at you with an unexplainable softness in his gaze. “So damn bad.” 

The way he looked at you, his smile, his eyes, almost stopped your heartbeat. You felt so little...small? Cute? Weak in the knees? Excuse me. You’re probably smiling like a preschooler having a crush right now, but this felt like a fairytale. Someone must stop you. 

“You both looked so good together I wonder how you fell in love with each other.” Mrs. Onitsuka mused.  

Kuroo confidently replied, “It was love at first sight...” 

You choked up a laughter at his statement. Love at first sight? Crazy.... 

He raised a brow at you with a vexed and hurt expression on his face. 

“Hey, now! It sounds like a Hallmark movie. You can’t blame me,” you reasoned out.  

“But it was the truth!” 

Kuroo took a long and deep inhale. His eyes refused to look back at you as he explained, “When we met for the first time to finalize our partnership for the Volleyball video game project, I really thought you’re beautiful, and as lucky as I am, you’re also smart, funny and someone whom I found comfortable to be myself with.” 

Smiling, you recalled that moment. It wasn’t only him who felt that way that day. “Yeah...that’s...” ...what you felt too. You almost forgot this was all just a pact.  

The two couples found your bickering very amusing, which roused their curiosity even more. “Well...let’s go to the proposal. How did our lady’s man right here propose?” 

“I first asked her to marry me during the successful launch of our first project.” Kuroo shared to spark a memory in you, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. 

“What?” 

“You really can’t remember?” He complained. 

You explained, “I thought you’re just talking about our next projects to come.” 

He gave you a stare of disbelief like you’re the stupidest, silliest girl alive. 

You paused for a moment, trying to grasp what happened in the past when Mr. Onitsuka cut your musing with a laugh. 

“Those were the days...” Mrs. Onitsuka admiringly commented.  

Mr. Onitsuka sighed. “I guess we’ll leave you two alone then.” 

You and Kuroo bowed your heads as gesture, watching the older couple take their seats.  

A sigh of relief escaped the both of you and you looked at each other chuckling.  

“Let’s go?” Kuroo invited, taking your hand to pull you close to him until he had an arm around your waist. 

You nodded your head, giggling. For the rest of the night, you did nothing but that. He was greeted from time to time, but he’d always return his attention to you. He pulled your chair close to him and playfully fed you with spoonfuls that had your mouth full—ridiculously full that you were swatting his arm almost non-stop.  

You didn’t drink anything alcoholic, but it felt like you were tipsy. You didn’t know where this endless happiness was coming from. It’s that free bubbly feeling that just fizzled out inside you. You were always playful and childlike around Kuroo, but there’s something in this moment that was just different. It was like you were set free–free to express whatever it was you wanted to for a long time.  

Kuroo rubbed your belly, “Looks like our little peanut is getting bigger now.” 

You both laughed at his teasing. “It’s ‘cause you’re feeding me a lot, dummy!”  

“What can I say? I’m just simply being a good provider. Making sure that the love of my life is well-fed and happy.” He boasted and you rolled your eyes.  

Kuroo was so close to you, the warmth of his body surrounding you in full as he had you caged all to himself. Your body moved on its own and you laced your arms around him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. All of a sudden, you didn’t want to let go.  

You didn’t know why, but your heart was about to burst at any moment now. He’s right. You’re... “Happy...” You said with a muted voice. “Birthday, Tetsu.” 

Kuroo embraced you back and even tighter, closing his eyes firmly while he was holding you so close like you’re something that could melt away in his arms at any moment. “I’m happy. I’m very very happy right now, Y/N.” 

He parted a bit, cupping your face with both hands. You searched for his eyes, and he probed yours. Your gaze shifted to his lips while his did the same thing, lingering a little on yours. You swallowed.  

What is this? 

Kuroo bit his lip. His eyelids were getting heavy as he was reaching forward. You had your lips parting a bit, just enough so you’re breathing from the space between.  

What’s happening? What’re you anticipating? 

Slowly, your noses touched. 

Just a little bit more... 

But the speaker close to you started blaring, shocking you both from your little moment and made you laugh instead.  

Kuroo stood up and extended a hand, “Care for a dance?” 

You accepted, taking the dance floor with him. He had his hands on the sides of your waist as you both swayed to the music. Your eyes were not leaving each other’s as you both got lost in the moment, cheeks hurting from the smile that won’t just fade away. 

“Screaming, I testify that we'll survive the test of time they can't deny our love.” The lyrics blazed all over and you let yourselves loose, singing the song together. “They can’t divide us. We’ll survive the test of time. I swear that I’ll be right hereeee!” 

You both burst out laughing at each other with how your voices cracked, failing to hit the high note.  

“I don’t know why it feels like I’m drunk right now,” Kuroo pondered fondly.  

“Drunk on me?” You teased, recalling what he said on the phone last time. 

“Most likely,” he smirked and returned, “You know I didn’t have any alcohol.” 

You laughed. “Yes, because that mouth of yours may run some BS again.” 

“Oh...” He scoffed and rebutted, “You speak as if my mouth is only good at talking.” 

Your quirked a brow up. “What else would it ever be good at?” 

You’re really getting him so bad like this, huh.  

The look in his eyes turned dark and he bit his lip. He stopped dancing, pulled you closer and whispered, “A lot of things.” 

His gaze slickly traveled down your lips thirstily taking in how he wanted them so bad. He grazed back to pin your eyes with a serious stare that showed how he’s already at his limit. You gulped, air got stuck in your chest. You were lost at the sight of his handsome face being accentuated by the colorful lights that you failed to ready yourself when he placed a hand behind your head and brought your lips together. Your eyes automatically closed, arms snaked around his body as he had a hand at the small of your back. Your lips danced, gobbling each other passionately, intensely. You’re taking one another’s breath.  

At that moment, only the two of you existed, intoxicated by each other’s taste and fully consumed by the fire inside you that finally came blazing after a long time being kept hidden. 

Miya Atsumu whistled. “Man, this got me frustrated.” 

“Ugh, get a room.” Oikawa chided, bitterly. 

“Just admit you’re jealous nobody wants to kiss you that way,” Iwaizumi rebutted while Kenma had his phone up, streaming the entire show.  

Your smart watch started alarming, cutting off your kiss. You glanced. It’s already 12 o’clock, which brought you back to reality. This...This was all just an agreement. An odd stabbing pain hit your chest. You looked around and the Onitsukas were nowhere to be found. They must’ve gotten home already. Your heart was knocking loudly in your ear, and you just looked at Kuroo painfully confused. 

All these emotions... 

“Excuse me,” you said, and briskly walked outside the hall.  

Your hands were cold and trembling as you placed them over your lips. It’s done now. You couldn’t run away from it anymore. For so long, you’d been telling yourself it was all just friendship even if you knew that all this time, the person you wanted to be next to you was just him.  

With this heavy feeling in your heart, you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle denying anymore. You love Tetsurou more than just a friend. 

“Y/N!” You heard him called out, and you shut your eyes firm.  

You’d just end up broken if you’d keep on pretending. 

Kuroo held your elbow, and you were swept away when he spun you around so you were facing him. He had you in his arms, with his hands clasped at the small of your back. 

“Tetsu...” You placed a hand on his chest, putting up a boundary. “Mr. and Mrs. Onitsuka went home already.” 

“And so?” He answered, noting that you’re not pushing him away. 

“I-It’s already past 12,” you reasoned out with a shaky voice. 

He bumped his head into yours. “We can have it extended, you know?” His tone was almost begging.  

You chewed on your bottom lip. “What do you mean?” Your heart stammered so hard against your ribcage.  

“The love at first sight, the proposal...they’re all real for me, Y/N.” His voice was staggering that you could feel how nervous and scared he was. Scared of losing you and letting this moment slip away. He might not get another chance. “I slipped up that you’re my bride-to-be because that’s what I’ve been wanting to happen all this time.” He ran the tips of his fingers across your cheek. “I love you, Y/N and should’ve shown you how much a lot earlier”  

“Oh, Tetsu...” you smiled at the brink of tears. “You’re such an idiot!” You lightly smacked his shoulder and scolded, “I thought I’m gonna be single forever because of you, dummy!” 

You both laughed, finally feeling the freedom of having things all let out in the open. 

Leaning close to your face, he teased you with his lips lightly grazing against yours as he spoke. “You’re still not answering me...” he muttered under his breath. “It’s past midnight now. Are we extending?” 

You smiled against his lips and asked, “For how long?”  

Kuroo grinned, pressing your noses together. “Indefinitely.” 

And you answered him with a kiss, knowing that you both won’t have anyone standing next to you aside from each other, indefinitely.  

𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 w/ my fellow kuroo babes @mayarii-darling @sookisaurus @tetzoro @shidouryusm @kuroosexuall @jotatetsuken @boosyboo9206 💋

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[skywalker1dream]

side by side

note: i just wanted to write something about Fernando...its short...btw i will post 4 spin the bottle part today.

Fernando Alonso x webber!reader

Warning: Mentions of age gap, mild language, romantic tension.

Summary: Being Mark Webber’s little sister, you have always been around the Formula 1 world, including his best friend, Fernando Alonso. The five-year age gap never seemed like a problem, but both of you kept your feelings hidden. Now, with your brother retiring and Fernando still in the race, will you finally confront the long-standing feelings that have simmered just beneath the surface?

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You had grown up in the shadow of the racing world. From your early teenage years, you were a constant presence in the paddock, trailing behind your older brother, Mark. You had seen him rise through the ranks, standing beside him as he became one of the most respected drivers on the grid. But your life in the paddock was not just about Mark; it was about the friendships you formed, the places you visited, and the people you met.

One person, in particular, stood out among the rest: Fernando Alonso. Five years older than you, Fernando was not just another driver. He was your brother's best friend and a regular fixture in your life. You had watched him conquer tracks, win championships, and face challenges with the same determination you admired in your brother. But with Fernando, there was always something more.

Your heart raced whenever he was near, a fluttering in your chest that never quite went away. His smiles, his glances, the way he would always find a moment to talk to you, even if it was just for a few seconds. There was a connection, a magnetic pull that neither of you acknowledged but both felt deeply.

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It was the weekend of Mark’s final race before retirement. The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix was always a spectacle, but this year, it held a bittersweet significance. You stood in the paddock, watching as your brother prepared for his final qualifying session. Fernando was there too, as always, sharing a laugh with Mark before turning to you with that familiar twinkle in his eye.

"[Your name], you look more nervous than Mark," he teased, his Spanish accent soft and comforting.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Can you blame me? He's my brother. It's a big day."

Fernando’s expression softened, and he reached out to gently squeeze your shoulder. "He'll be fine. He always is."

There was a moment of silence, the air heavy with unspoken words. Your eyes met, and for a second, it felt like everything else faded away. But then Mark called out to Fernando, and the moment was broken.

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Later that evening, after the day’s excitement had died down, you found yourself alone on the balcony of the hotel, gazing out at the city lights. The sound of footsteps behind you made you turn, and there he was, Fernando, looking as handsome as ever in the dim light.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Of course not."

He leaned against the railing beside you, his presence warm and reassuring. For a while, neither of you spoke, content to simply enjoy the quiet together. Finally, Fernando broke the silence.

"You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about what comes next," he said, his voice thoughtful. "For Mark, for me, for all of us."

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "Everything’s changing. It’s strange to think of the paddock without him."

"It is," Fernando agreed. "But some things stay the same."

You turned to look at him, your heart pounding in your chest. "Like what?"

He met your gaze, his eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. "Like how I feel about you."

Your breath caught in your throat, the words hanging in the air between you. "Fernando…

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "We’ve danced around this for years, Cariño . I’ve tried to ignore it, to be just a friend, but I can’t anymore."

You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a mix of relief and fear flooding through you. "I’ve felt the same way. But I was scared… of..... of how it would change things."

Fernando squeezed your hand, his expression earnest. "It doesn’t have to change anything. We can figure it out together. I don’t want to keep pretending I don’t feel this way."

You took a deep breath, the weight of your feelings finally finding their release. "Neither do I."

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The night passed in a blur of conversation and confessions, the years of longing and unspoken words finally finding their voice. As the first light of dawn began to break, you found yourself wrapped in Fernando’s arms, feeling a peace you hadn’t known you were missing.

The future was uncertain, filled with challenges and changes. But for the first time, you were facing it together, ready to take on whatever came your way. And as you looked into Fernando’s eyes, you knew one thing for sure: you were done waiting. It was time to start your own race, side by side.

[enhypencores]

Enhypen Sunghoon X Y/N

Genre: romance/angst/fluff

Synopsis: you knew your boyfriend, Heeseung, had some terrible friends who were a bad influence, but the one you trusted was Park Sunghoon. You thought Heeseung loved you, but one football match rocked your world and left you devastated. If Heeseung could cheat, what was holding you back?

Warning: profanity, sexual content, making out and cheating. I would recommend minors don’t interact.

You thought your eyes betrayed you as Heesung’s tall figure approached the cheerleaders’ stand. As his gaze raked down one of the blonde cheerleaders, he flirtatiously ran fingers through his messy undercut. He winked at her, setting off a frenzy amongst the crowd. The girl cheered his name louder, returning his advances with a smile. His friends circled him and cheered ceremoniously with proud smirks as if their friend had conquered the world. All of them except for one, standing at a distance, his eyes on you.

Somehow Sunghoon was the only friend who remembered Heesung was taken.

Sunghoon watched you with a scorned expression, his lips tightly pressed together. His gaze flicked between Heesung and yours before settling on you. His eyes pinned you down as if asking you why you were still seated, cheering for a man who openly acted single. You looked away, ignoring his menacing gaze because you didn’t know the answer to his questions.

Heesung was your first boyfriend. You were a transfer student whom your senior boyfriend had welcomed with open arms. It started with friendly teasing and melded into flirtatious banter. Initially, you only liked him as a friend and ignored his efforts to be something more, but as his advances grew bolder, your curiosity got the best of you. You decided to date him three months ago.

Heesung was sweet, lively and fun. The first month was special. He took you on date nights almost every weekend and spent most of his evenings cooped up beside you in the library. Then you both got busy with midterms. He strained with a biotech degree whilst you worked on your psychology research paper. In the meantime, you started studying with Sunghoon at the library as you two shared the same course. You grew familiar with Sunghoon through Heesung when he introduced you both at a birthday party. All of Heesung’s friends had made you feel uncomfortable because they reeked of bad influence.

All except Sunghoon.

The moment you met him, you felt like you could trust him. His eyes were pure and mouth reserved. He didn’t crack stupid jokes about the unfortunate ‘taken’ label or bring up Heesung’s past exes. He kept to himself, which initially made you believe he was antisocial; however, god were you wrong. Sunghoon is perfectly social with his people.

You found out one night when Sunghoon and you overslept in Heesung’s dorm. Your boyfriend was out of town for a cousin’s wedding when Sunghoon needed notes for an extra credit course. Since you had a duplicate key to his dorm, Heesung asked you for a favour.

Searching for the notes in his drawer, you came across the Tekken game cover and reminisced about the time you played it with your siblings. Sunghoon suddenly forgot all about the notes, his eyes wide with fascination as he challenged you to play a round. You couldn’t reject.

There wasn’t just one round. A few competitive rounds later, you were calling each other names as your rivalry grew intense, and at some point, he was defeatedly smashing the console against the floor. You saw colourful sides of him that night. Both of you had ended up late to the morning lecture.

The blaring whistle pulled you out of your reminiscences. You looked back at the field: Heesung was in his position as a defender. Your eyes unintentionally wavered, looking for Sunghoon, the captain. You spotted him, rubbing the back of his neck as sweat trickled down his black strands. He shook his head lightly and yelled for a teammate to pass him the ball.

Half-time was over, and the game restarted.

You lost focus as soon as it began. Your eyes followed the tall captain in his red jersey; his armband was strikingly obvious as he led from the front. His muscular feet toyed with the ball and drawled it onwards, past an opposing player. Sunghoon’s hair flipped back as he ran like the wind, his body flexing like a rubber string as he defended the ball, directing it towards a teammate before the opposing member stole the chance.

Realisation dawned upon you. You screwed your eyes shut in frustration. Even if Heesung was acting up, it was wrong to stare and salivate over his best friend. You felt small, watching the match and staring at another man. You wanted to disappear.

You cradled your bag and grabbed the water bottle you had gotten for Heesung, ready to leave.

All of a sudden, gasps filled the venue as the referee’s high-pitched whistle blared across the field. You jerked up, caught off guard and inspected the source of discussion.

You were up on your feet instantly, jaw dropping as you witnessed the scene: Heesung was on the ground, his face scrunched up in pain as he held onto his right joint. The referee held up a yellow card for the perpetrator standing at arm’s length: Park Sunghoon.

“Did you see that? It was deliberate!” Someone yelled, and your body grew cold.

“Aren’t they best friends?” A male snickered beside you.

“This is Sunghoon’s first yellow card as the captain,” Another added, and your blood pressure seemed to rise.

You felt your body jump into action, running towards the field, eyes trained on the two as you hoped Heesung wasn’t injured too badly. The closer you got, the more your heart sank. Sunghoon stood by with a tightened jaw, eyes bleak like impending doom. You hurriedly knelt before Heesung, inspecting the wound.

It was bad. The skin was torn, and a pink layer was exposed with remnants of bloodied flesh dripping down his knee. It looked like the fall and friction had almost spiked his tendons.

“Babe, it’s okay. I’m okay.” Heesung interrupted, his words heavy as he noticed the concern dripping down your eyes. You shook your head, edging closer and touched the lower half of his bent knee.

“Can you stand?” You asked. He chuckled, but it sounded more like a pained moan.

“Of course,” he claimed like the over-ambitious man he was. You leaned forward, placing his arm around your shoulder as you attempted to get up.

Sunghoon stood against the bleachers, his gaze pinned on the two of you with a taut jaw as he fiddled with his water bottle. The stare made you squeamish.

Heesung groaned, breaking the trance, and you noticed the visible agony on his features. His knees almost met the floor when suddenly the head of health department reached forward, grabbing onto Heesung’s waist, supporting his weight.

“It’s alright. We’ll take it from here,” he comforted, and you hesitantly let go. Heesung spared you a tight lipped smile before limping out with assistance.

As the back of your boyfriend disappeared behind the door, your eyes immediately shot towards the culprit. You scrutinised his face, but he decided to play the game of ignorance. Head thrown back, he downed an entire litre of water like a fuming engine, restraining the urge to explode.

He then returned your stare with the same level of intensity.

The whistle blew once again after a substitute joined. The game commenced as if nothing had ever happened. You stood on the sidelines, your eyes trained on that one man who wouldn’t leave your head for the past couple of weeks.

You felt confused. He continued the game like really nothing had happened. There was no remorse or distress, instead, his fierce gaze gave you a feeling that he was proud. You could hear the chitter-chatter and gossip from the stands, so you decided it was better to leave.

With a final glance at Sunghoon, who was driving the opponents up a wall, you exited the premises to go find Heesung.

The university was currently retouching some of the aged walls, so you were hit with the overpowering scent of fresh paint as you headed towards the infirmary. It made you feel nervous and lightheaded.

You knocked on the door, but there was no answer. You pushed the door wide, surveying the room. No one was there, so you backtracked. Your ears perked up when you heard soft moans from the far left. You felt sick imagining the amount of pain Heesung was enduring to be making such sounds.

You impatiently walked up to the bed and spotted him from the gap in the curtains. You were about to pull it aside when you noticed another person present.

Your hands froze, face dropping like your heart.

It was the blonde cheerleader from the stands, sprawled on top of your boyfriend’s lap. Her hands were in his hair, and his mouth was on hers. His knee was bandaged, and she was fisting his shirt off as they kissed like starved animals. The moans were not of agony like you had believed; they were sounds of pleasure and excitement. Turning away, you knew the image would haunt you for weeks as your lunch rose to your throat.

You hurried out of the room. Wobbly legs carried you down the hallway as the overbearing smell of paint rushed your stomach’s contents up to your mouth. Fortunately, you made it to the restroom in time and emptied your insides till you were a gasping mess, holding onto the walls and sobbing uncontrollably.

Lee Heesung betrayed your trust. All the unimportant memories rushed forth like warning bells. He had been ignoring your feelings and spending more time in his “study groups”. Who knew how long he had been cheating?

Another memory rushed back. A week ago, Sunghoon brought up your relationship, and it caught you off guard because Sunghoon never pried into your love life. You felt uneasy answering, but before you had the chance, Sunghoon retracted.

“Actually, I don’t wanna know. Just don’t get hurt.”

You stood up, rubbing a hand over your face. You exited the bathroom stall and repeatedly washed your face with cold water. The mirror saw a corpse with untidy hair and an unappealing smile.

You let him hurt you.

You spent a long time, emptying your heart in the washroom. By the time you finally exited, the football match was over. Players were heading to the locker room. You lowered your head as you walked down the hallway, praying none of Heesung’s friends spotted you. Especially Sunghoon.

Roars of celebration echoed in the building, and you wondered if it was Sunghoon’s team that ended up winning. You would know if you just looked around, but you were too exhausted.

You were near the door to the lounge when suddenly someone grabbed onto your wrist. You turned hesitantly.

Sunghoon stood in his drenched jersey, holding onto your hand with an irons grip. Beads of sweat trailed down his forehead, swimming to his neck and dissolving into his jersey. You ignored his gaze, so he wouldn’t notice your puffy eyes.

“We need to talk,” he claimed, his words breathy and concerned as his hold on your wrist tightened.

“I’m tired. Let’s talk tomorrow.” You dismissed his attempt.

“No, we need to talk today. Wait for me,” he pleaded, but you stubbornly shook your head.

“Sunghoon, not today,” you lashed out, your tone cruel as you wrenched your hand from his grasp and turned to leave.

“Y/n. Please.” Despite your harsh behaviour, he maintained a gentle tone, jumping forward to block your path.

You quickly looked down, inwardly begging him to leave you alone. You didn’t want to face him because the moment you met his warm eyes, you knew you would crumble.

“I know you’re mad at me for what I-” he cut short. “Hey, are you okay?” His words hung low in the air, and he shifted close, placing his fingers under your chin and carefully lifting your head.

You watched his eyes grow wide and lips part in shock. He raised a brow, his gaze narrowed as he tightened his hold on your chin. He surveyed the swollen redness of your eyes and the paleness of your cheeks. The sudden proximity made you falter, and you stepped back. He followed.

“What did he do?” Your jaw almost dropped hearing the amount of bitterness in Sunghoon’s tone. The fact that he immediately picked up on the cause of your current state baffled you.

“Nothing. I just-” your words cracked, as did your demeanour.

You wanted to go home and cry your eyes out, hopefully dissolving into the sheets of your bed, so tomorrow wouldn’t come. But here stood, this stubborn man, making you want to spill your heart out. His presence had an indescribable effect on you.

“Sunghoon, I just wanna go home.”

Your drenched eyes made the world blurry. As the tears ran down, you embarrassedly tried looking away. You didn’t want Sunghoon to see you breaking down like a hot mess, but currently, you felt so lost, you couldn’t persist any longer.

You thought you almost hallucinated the touch when his fingers brushed your arm. It was so gentle like his he was holding a child’s hand. You looked up and caught the softening brown in his gaze. He carefully stepped close and brought his arms around your back, lowering you into his chest.

His scent and warmth washed over you, disrupting the front you tried hard to keep up.

The gentle embrace undid the last knot in your chest, and the pain wrung out of your heart as you wrapped your arms around his waist and hid in his warmth. The tears flowed on their own accord, absorbing into his jersey like a vacuum sucking up all your misery. You felt his arms cradle you tighter as your chest rumbled, sobs wreaking your frame. He rubbed his hand against your back in an attempt to comfort you.

You weren’t sure how long he held you. It was only when you couldn’t feel your legs that you swallowed the remaining sobs and shifted, unwrapping yourself from him.

His arms felt unwilling, but he bit the inside of his cheek, slowly dropping them and stepped away. Your first instinct was to look down at the mess you had created, and it filled you with instant regret. The top half of his jersey was drenched.

“I-am so sorry,” you apologised with a screechy voice.

He seemed confused at first but noticed your eyes on his jersey and visibly tensed, his jaw tightening. “Is my jersey the issue right now?” He gritted.

You sighed, nibbling on your lower lip, something you did when you felt anxious.

“I’ll see you tom—”

Sunghoon huffed, his glare pointed at you. Before you could continue, he pulled you to sit on the bench beside the locker room. He kneeled immediately, meeting your eye level.

“You will sit here and wait for me to change. I will drop you home myself,” he directed, his tone rigid as he stared at you.

You wanted to decline but realised there was no room for discussion. His words were set in stone. You reluctantly nodded, your hands clasped together.

“Good.” He patted your head like you were his pet and rushed into the locker room.

As if he walked through a costume spell, he was out within a heartbeat, dressed in his uniform. You surveyed him: half unbuttoned shirt, loose tie, disarranged hair and untied shoelaces. You broke into a nasally laugh.

“I wasn’t going to run away,” you confirmed, and he smiled back at you, his nose scrunching.

“I wasn’t going to take any chances,” he claimed but you paused when you realised his intentions. He didn’t want to give you enough time to be alone with your thoughts.

Your smile returned as you got up and followed him out the university.

The sun had come down by the time, leaving behind trails of orange hues dissolving into the sky’s blue. The walk to the bus stand was quiet. You were thankful Sunghoon didn’t ask you anything despite his impatient personality.

Your phone suddenly pinged, alerting both of you. You grabbed it from inside your bag and turned it on. The screen lit up, showing one text message.

Heeseung <3

babe, did you go home already? need you with me tonight

(sent 5:33 pm)

You visibly flinched reading the text. Disgust settled in the pit of your stomach, your body wanting to throw up again. Though, there was nothing to empty anymore.

Sunghoon’s hand on your arm interrupted the disgusted scowl developing on your face. “What is it? You’re shaking,” he gripped your arm tightly, voice laced with concern.

You thought about telling him everything. But you didn’t want to put Sunghoon at odds with his best friend, so you nibbled on your lip and shook your head.

“I just-can we not go to my place?” You stuttered desperately. As much as you wanted to go home and rest, Heesung had a key to your dorm. You were worried he might show up.

Sunghoon blinked. The confusion in his gaze made your body tense up again. But he gulped it all down, nodding slightly.

“Come to my place.”

You never imagined that your first time at Sunghoon’s dorm would be under the given messy circumstances. As you walked through the door, you could immediately tell that this man was well put together. His place was just like him: neat and upright.

The white walls reflected the moonlight peaking inside from his window. The place smelt of fresh lavender and the familiar scent of Sunghoon’s cologne, reminding you of his embrace. You quickly shook away the thoughts, taking your shoes off beside the door, and Sunghoon led you to the dining table.

When you settled down, you noticed the desk on the right corner with countless books and papers sitting on top. You gave him a slight smile.

“Preparing the criminology assignment?” You guessed, and he nodded.

“It’s the absolute worst. Be glad you didn’t double major,” he sighed, going to his kitchenette.

“What do you wanna eat?” He asked, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat. It felt intimate.

“Uh-nothing really,” you muttered, but your stomach protested, rumbling exactly on time.

You turned bright pink.

“Ramen it is,” he announced and bent down to grab a pack.

You watched the man brush away strands of hair from his eyes as he cut open the packet and emptied it into a saucepan. The sound of boiling water spread, and its heat seemed to diffuse into your chest, warming up your heart because something about the man towering in his tiny kitchenette preparing supper for you made your insides curl. It was almost a funny sight, one you wished you could forever commit to memory.

You blinked when Sunghoon placed the bowl on the table.

“You’re not eating?” You asked, feeling bashful upon eating alone.

“I eat late,” he replied, his eyes not leaving yours as he signalled at the bowl.

You wanted to tell him you also eat late. Normally. When you don’t empty everything out in the morning. You refrained and quickly slurped down a big bite.

While you ate, you felt Sunghoon watching you. You didn’t look up nor ask him because you were certain he was curious about your recent mental breakdown he had been a witness to.

When you slurped the last bits and downed the soup, you felt yourself heave a breath in relief. You finally looked at Sunghoon and spared a toothy smile.

“Thanks for the best ramen I’ve had in a while.” He grinned at your comment and looked away, turning pink.

“It’s just ramen, drama queen,” he muttered, and you giggled, noticing his shy denial.

Your laugh died down when you heard the sudden beeping of your phone. You hurriedly grabbed the device.

Heeseung Calling

The mood shifted. You muted the ringing and put the phone down on the table. Sunghoon watched your body tighten, gloom settle in your eyes and hands fiddle with the edge of the table. With a tightened jaw, his arm reached forward, grabbing your phone.

It happened before you could process it.

One blink and Sunghoon had answered the call, phone against his ear as he silently stared you down.

Your eyes zeroed, head moving left to right in an attempt to deescalate the situation. Sunghoon knew your intentions, but decided to not care.

“Baby, finally! Where are you?” You heard Heeseung’s chirpy voice through the phone and your stomach tightened, the ramen attempting to jump up to the roof of your mouth again.

Sunghoon’s intense gaze made you feel uneasy and you tried stealing your phone, but he opened his mouth before you could.

“It’s Sunghoon.”

The air thickened.

Your head pounded in frustration as you watched the man in bewilderment. You felt the instant change even before Heeseung said anything, his breath halting for a moment. Sunghoon, on the other hand, looked purely intrigued, his eyes shining.

“Why’re you with y/n? Put her on the damn phone.” The sweet facade dropped as he rasped harshly.

Sunghoon’s grip tightened. “She left her phone on the stands.”

Your body recoiled, tension falling away. You looked at Sunghoon with gratitude. If Heeseung found out you were with him, he would come down to Sunghoon’s dorm and you were in no mood to face him. Not without throwing up again.

“Oh.” Heeseung’s tone became neutral.

“She hasn’t come to see me after the injury, so I’m a little worried,” he drawled, and Sunghoon listened in silence.

“By the way, that was not cool man. You seemed to have an agenda against me.” He playfully chuckled, pointing it out. Sunghoon breathed heavily, his hand clenching into a fist.

“I’ll give her phone back tomorrow. Don’t call before then,” Sunghoon spat and cut the call off, throwing it on the table with a darkened shadow on his features.

“Who told you to answer the call!” You shrieked, your body functioning on autopilot as you jumped forward, smacking his bicep and grumbling.

“What did the dick do?” He suddenly blurted and your adrenaline rush fluctuated, images of the ordeal flashing in your head. The tears rushed to surface, gathering in your eyes.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Sunghoon nodded eagerly. “Okay don’t talk about it. I’ll call him and ask.” You gasped as he reached out to grab your phone.

“No! Sunghoon-”

"You cried like that for the fucking idiot. I need to know or I’ll stalk down to his dorm and shove this phone up his ass.” The words flew out of his mouth like he meant it. His tense gaze overwhelmed you.

Tears gathering in your eyes flowed out, but you wiped them quickly.

“He cheated,” you simply stated.

His face collapsed. He blinked several times. Silence settled between the two of you.

Saying it out loud made it more real, but also bursted the uncomfortable bubble in your chest. Telling someone made it lesser of a burden. You felt you could finally breath a lot easier, but the pain from the chest shot right out your eyes.

This time, you let them flow.

Sunghoon suddenly got up from his chair and he rounded the corner, watching you. The rigidity in his gaze melted, and he stared at you with gentle concern. His jaw was still tight as if he was restraining himself.

“Don’t cry-not over him,” Sunghoon muttered incoherently.

He kneeled down, against your knees and wiped your face. When you looked at him, you noticed the frown on his lips, concern wearing down his face.

“Heeseung could never deserve you,” he bitterly stated, his eyes narrowing with fury.

You shook your head. “Why didn’t he just tell me he didn’t like me anymore? Why did he have to go behind my back?” You gravelled, heart plummeting in your stomach.

Sunghoon shifted forward to look you in the eyes. “That idiot still likes you.” He chuckled bitterly.

This caught your attention. You looked back at him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Sunghoon’s enraged gaze could split the sun if he looked hard enough. “He does but not enough to get over his urges.”

You froze. Your lips parted in confusion.

“What do you know Sunghoon?” You questioned.

Sunghoon looked away, standing up. You immediately followed his actions.

“Sunghoon-”

“This is a conversation you need to have with him. But I’ll be there. You’re not going to be with him alone ever again.”

He avoided your gaze, turning away and searching around for his phone. You quickly jumped forward to block his path, meeting his hesitant eyes. The confusion from his words had stopped your tears. You wanted to know exactly what Sunghoon knew.

“Tell me. What do you know?” You muttered, your voice hoarse from all the crying.

“Y/n,” he mumbled, his lips tight.

“Sunghoon, I don’t wanna see him. I feel sick just hearing his voice. I can’t face him, so please tell me what you know,” you pleaded.

He hesitantly stood watching you and then pulled your arm, seating you on his single bed as he sat on the chair. You felt the tension in his muscles as he gulped and rubbed his palms against his trousers.

“Heeseung has been off for a while. I’ve noticed him flirting with girls on campus,” Sunghoon started and already you felt bile rise up your throat. You hated hearing about this. You felt embarrassed that Sunghoon was telling you the details of your boyfriend’s immoral endeavours.

“So I asked him about it, and he kinda shrugged it off saying it was all friendly,” he continued.

“Today, before the match I overheard him talking to some of his douche pals.” Sunghoon’s voice trembled. His eyes harboured a bleak fire.

“He was telling them about not feeling satisfied… because of his needs.” Sunghoon swallowed the rest of his words, face red and voice lowering.

Your breath hitched.

He didn’t have to complete because you knew exactly where this was going. Your mind went numb. The walls were closing up on you. You shifted forward, but Sunghoon clasped down on your shoulders, pushing his knees against yours.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said but you tried again hoisting yourself up. He didn’t let go.

His stern gaze met yours.

The gaze softened when he noticed the lifelessness in yours.

His hands found yours, cupping them together and watching you earnestly, hoping you would give him a slight nod-anything that proved you were with him.

“This is why you hurt him,” you accounted.

It all clicked. Sunghoon had heard the rancid comments and retaliated by kicking Heeseung to the ground. Your chest burned. Your entire body felt like it was on fire.

“He’s a scum.”

You had never heard Sunghoon this furious-never with Heeseung. You could tell he was restraining the bubbling anger just like he had done the entire game with a tight grip on his rage.

“I didn’t sleep with him because I was insecure,” you blurted before you could stop yourself.

Sunghoon froze. His frown deepened as his grip on your hands tightened.

“I wasn’t ready. I tried to get over it, but whenever he took the initiative, I backed out like a coward.” You recounted as if admitting these words out loud wasn’t tattering your soul.

“You’re not a fucking coward,” he snapped, his glare burning into you.

“If he couldn’t make you feel good enough, he didn’t deserve to touch a single hair on you.”

You didn’t know exactly what coerced you to carry out your next move. Suddenly you were leaping forward and capturing his lips with yours.

He froze. You imagined he would push you away, disgusted after your foolish action, but you also knew this was probably the only chance you would get to kiss Park Sunghoon.

You were about to pull away when you felt his lips part. Heavy breaths hovered over your mouth for a fraction of a second before he finally disposed of whatever thoughts plagued him and connected his lips to yours deeply.

The moment felt magical. The hitching of breaths and kissing of lips drugged your conscience, and you felt your mouth opening as invitation. He didn’t waste any time, quickly plunging his tongue into your mouth, feasting like he was starved for your taste.

One flick of his tongue against yours, and your brain melted into a puddle. His hands clenched around your shoulders like he was holding on for dear life. He angled his tongue into every curve. The harsh grip tipped you off the deep end, and you found yourself getting closer to him like a bee chasing nectar.

He released his hold on your shoulders and pulled your waist, igniting a fire within your soul. The force of his hold pulled you towards his lap. You obediently threw one leg on either side as he invaded your mouth.

The closer proximity worked wonders. You felt your brain going mush, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sucked on your lower lip, wetting it with his tongue. The kiss was passionately messy with his saliva dripping down your mouth and chin, noses colliding against one another like two vengeful enemies.

His lips were soft, but they were exploring your mouth like a rogue. You even opened your eyes slightly to watch him; they weren’t fully shut; they were drunkenly narrowed, hazed and rapturous. His cheeks and lips were tinted red, and his mouth worked tirelessly, nibbling and consuming your taste as if he had newly found his high.

You impatiently dragged your tongue against his lips, wishing to taste him. His chest vibrated as an annoyed groan left his mouth like he wasn’t willing to take his tongue out even for a moment. Your heart pounded, and you stubbornly bit his lower lip. This earned you another groan, and his tongue finally retracted. You immediately filled his mouth, and your body quivered upon the sensation.

He tasted like peaches, gushing of freshness. Your hormones purred as you pushed yourself into him, his scent washing over you like a bath. You had never felt Sunghoon this close. You had never heard or smelt him this way. You had never imagined how absolutely delicious he tasted. You had never felt your insides disintegrate and reintegrate with one kiss. Never with Heeseung.

The reminder of your boyfriend’s cheating fuelled your desire to completely undo yourself before Sunghoon. You tightened your arms around his neck as your fingers found way in his slick locks. You pulled at his hair, and the affect was instant. Sunghoon’s mouth dropped and his body tightened. Your heart stuttered when you felt a bulge, straining against his trousers, poking your thigh.

You knew this wasn’t right. You weren’t supposed to be on your boyfriend’s best friend, drinking from his mouth and sharing his heat.

But the heart wanted more.

The sinful look in his eyes almost liquified your abdomen, and you decided to become bolder. Without thinking it through, you shifted on his lap and lowered yourself on his hard-on. His gasp rung through the walls, making your body revel in delight. Eyes wider than before, his hand came quickly to hold onto your waist, his fingers digging into the flesh alarmingly.

You only considered it a green signal and pushed your core harder against him, this time making your insides clench with need. His iron grip on your waist tightened to the extent you felt the ache within your body. The pain only magnified your pleasure, and you felt your head fall back.

Sunghoon immediately pulled you close, and then bit your lip, almost like he was angry. Your brows knitted as he refused to release his grip on your waist, preventing you from moving freely. He delved inside your mouth again, this time sucking your tongue harshly. When he drained your mouth, he kissed the corner of your lips repeatedly like he was scraping for the last taste.

You impatiently pulled at his baby hairs, wanting him to release your waist so you could feel his hardness, but he started leaving feistier bites on your mouth to prevent your insistence.

You unwrapped your arms, pushing at his neck as his lips wouldn’t leave yours. It was as if he was so lost, he didn’t realise your attempts until you turned your head away.

He halted.

Breathless with burning insides, you both stared at each other, panting to get some air.

He recovered quicker, eyeing your bruised up lips again and again like he was waiting for the green signal to take a shot.

You would let him have anything if he just dropped that goddamn hand from your waist.

You quickly brought your hand to his, attempting to unclasp his hold. His teeth gritted, a low hiss leaving his mouth. He didn’t budge.

“I need you,” you whispered, leaning up to pepper kisses on his chin and cheek.

He sucked in his lip, eyes drowning in frustration.

“Y/n,” a low moan escaped his mouth, eyes growing pained as your lips lowered to his adam’s apple and sucked on the skin, colouring it red.

“Not-not right now please.”

Maybe the words weren’t audible enough or you simply refused to understand them because your lips kept moving lower, sucking his milky skin and littering it red with reminders of your devouring.

His body panted underneath, eyes rolling back and lips tightening as if his restrain was falling out the window. You attempted to shift and this time he released his hold. Your lips ran down, tasting his neck.

Your heart chimed in glee as your core throbbed to feel him but before you could move again, his hands were on your shoulders.

“Y/n!” He moaned as your teeth dug into his neck, biting and sucking his flesh like he was a bar of candy.

You were high. High on his body’s scent, high on his taste, high on his starved touch, high on his warmth and high on every smothered sound from his chest.

“Stop-please.”

The desperate plea finally made it to your conscience and you paused, your mouth freezing against his body. His words ran through your mind once and twice. Your heart plummeted, eyes widening in shock.

You hadn’t realised. Sunghoon didn’t want you to touch him this way. He had constantly been rejecting and restraining your advances, but you were too absorbed in your own world.

You were absolutely disgusting.

Your eyes welled up, but you strained to keep it together.

“I’m so so sorry.” You jerked off his hold, getting off his lap in a hurry. Your weak legs almost gave in as you stood up.

“No-no! I didn’t-” he was up on his feet, reaching out to you but you turned away. Your eyes wandered as you frantically grabbed your bag from the table along with your phone.

“Y/n, wait!” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you back, but you wrenched it out immediately.

“You don’t have to feel bad. I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have.” Your stomach twinged as you hurried towards the door, hoping he would just let you go because the day had brought enough baggage to last you an entire year.

“You crossed the line? I had my tongue down your throat,” he snapped in fury. You froze, turning a burning red at the shameless crudity of his words.

Your anger flared as you turned around to look at him. “It was a mistake,” you snarled.

You caught the change of gaze, his fury and concern watering into coldness. His drilling stare instantly made your heart drop in regret.

“Mistake?” He huffed, breaking into a shaky chuckle. “You were on top of me, devouring me like that and you call it a mistake?” You winced.

“I’m sorry-”

“No you’re not. You’re not fucking sorry.” He growled as he towered, gripping your wrist. You could feel the anger vibrating through him, jaw clenched as if he was biting down the remaining harsh words.

“Sunghoon.” Your voice quivered.

“I beg you. Let me go home. Please.”

He watched your eyes pool, body quiver. He released your arm defeatedly and stepped away. You wanted to apologise again but knowing it would just hurt him more, you tugged on your shoes and dashed away.

[explorer-motorhomes]

How To Choose The Perfect 4x4 Camper Van For Your Needs?

Planning an epic adventure off the beaten path? Whether you're eyeing the rugged trails of the outback, the serenity of mountain escapes, or a coastal road trip, one thing’s for sure: your 4x4 camper van will be your ultimate companion.

But with so many options, how do you pick the perfect one that suits your needs? Well, buckle up as we dive into everything you need to know about choosing the Best 4x4 Camper Van for your next big adventure!

Define Your Adventure Goals

Before diving into the world of 4x4 camper vans, it’s essential to figure out what kind of adventures you want to pursue.

Are you looking for weekend getaways or extended road trips? Will you be navigating rugged terrains or mostly sticking to smooth highways?

Knowing the answer will help you narrow down the type of 4x4 camper van that best suits your lifestyle:

For Off-Road Enthusiasts: Look for models with high ground clearance, robust suspension systems, and durable tyres that can handle rough terrains. These features will ensure your 4x4 camper van can easily conquer the trails.

For Weekend Warriors: If you’re more of a casual explorer, a compact camper van with basic amenities and moderate off-road capabilities might be all you need.

For Long-Term Travelers: If you plan to live on the road for weeks or months, you’ll want a larger camper van with advanced amenities such as a kitchenette, bathroom, and comfortable sleeping area.

Consider the Size and Layout

When it comes to camper vans, size does matter. The dimensions and interior layout of your 4x4 camper van will directly impact your comfort and convenience during trips.

Compact Vans: These are great for solo travellers or couples who prefer agility over space. They offer a cozy sleeping area and a simple kitchen setup, perfect for short, spontaneous trips.

Medium-Sized Vans: Ideal for small families or travellers who want a bit more room, medium-sized vans offer more storage and living space while maintaining the off-road capability of a 4x4 camper van.

Large Vans: If you can bring along friends, pets, or extra gear, a larger van with ample living space and a well-organised interior layout is your best bet. Just remember that larger vans may be harder to maneuver on narrow trails.

Evaluate the Essential Features

When shopping for the perfect 4x4 camper van, it’s crucial to pay attention to the features and amenities that matter most for your comfort and convenience:

Sleeping Arrangement: Look for a van that offers a comfortable bed setup—whether a fixed bed, fold-out bed, or pop-up roof bed.

Kitchen Facilities: Cooking on the road is part of the charm, so having a kitchenette with a sink, stove, and fridge can make a big difference.

Bathroom Options: Some camper vans have built-in bathrooms, while others only offer portable toilets. Decide what level of comfort you need when it comes to bathroom facilities.

Storage Space: To keep your van organised, you’ll need sufficient storage space for everything from camping gear to clothes. Check for overhead cabinets, under-bed storage, and extra compartments to fit everything.

Examine the Off-Road Capabilities

A 4x4 camper van should be capable of handling a variety of terrains, but not all models are created equal. If you’re serious about taking on rugged paths, consider the following features:

4-Wheel Drive (4WD): Ensure your camper van has a reliable 4WD system to give you the traction and control needed for rough terrains.

Suspension System: A good suspension system will make your ride smoother and allow your van to tackle bumpy trails without a hitch.

Tyre Durability: Off-road tyres for all terrains are a must-have for any serious adventurer. Look for vans with all-terrain or mud-terrain tyres to keep you moving, no matter the conditions.

Set Your Budget and Explore Customisation Options

Your budget plays a big role in determining the kind of 4x4 camper van you can afford. Camper vans can range from affordable models with basic features to luxury builds with all the bells and whistles.

New vs. Used: New vans offer the latest features and warranties, but they are expensive. On the other hand, used vans can be a more budget-friendly option if you’re willing to invest time in finding one that’s well-maintained.

Customisation: Some adventurers prefer to buy a blank van and convert it themselves, while others opt for fully equipped camper vans. Many companies offer customisation options, allowing you to choose everything from the layout to the colour scheme. This way, you can create a 4x4 camper van that feels like home.

Test Drive and Research Reviews

Once you’ve narrowed your options, it’s time for a test drive. Feel how the van handles on the road and test its features to see if they meet your needs. Pay attention to the driving experience, comfort level, and noise levels inside the van.

Additionally, read online reviews from other adventurers who have tested the same models. Their insights can give you a clearer idea of how well the 4x4 camper van performs in different conditions and its overall reliability.

Conclusion: Hit the Road with Confidence

Choosing the perfect 4x4 camper van matches your adventure style with the right features. By understanding your needs, setting a realistic budget, and researching, you’ll find the ideal van that will make your journeys unforgettable.

So, gear up, map out your route, and get ready to explore the great outdoors with the perfect 4x4 camper van by your side!

Source - https://explorer-motorhomes.blogspot.com/2024/10/how-to-choose-perfect-4x4-camper-van.html

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Feeling Like a Supermom Drowning in To-Do Lists? Take Control of Your Time!

Juggling work, kids, chores, and me time can feel impossible. But you've got this, mama! This post is packed with powerful strategies to ditch the overwhelm and create a calmer, more balanced life. Let's reclaim your sanity and become the time management queen you were always meant to be!

Before We Dive In: Breathe & Accept Your Limits

Best Time Management Strategies for the Overwhelmed Mom

Feeling like the world rests on your shoulders? It's normal, mama! But you can't do everything, and that's A-OK. Let go of the guilt and focus on what truly matters. Prioritize tasks, set achievable goals, and embrace self-care. You deserve it!

Time Management Hacks for the Busy Mom

Plan Like a Boss: Feeling scattered? Planning is your BFF! Schedule work, family time, self-care – everything! Knowing what's ahead reduces stress and keeps you on track. Plus, ticking things off your list feels amazing!

Early Bird Gets the Worm (and the Coffee!) Struggling to squeeze in "me" time? Become a morning person! Wake up before the little ones and enjoy some peace and quiet. Read a book, meditate, or grab a coffee – it's your time to recharge. ‍♀️ This sets the tone for a productive day and lets you tackle priorities before the chaos begins.

Craft a Morning Routine You Love! Set yourself up for success with a morning routine. Wake up 30 minutes earlier for some joyful activities like yoga or savoring a cup of coffee. Feeling energized? Add some exercise to boost your mood and productivity! Use this quiet time to set goals, make a to-do list, and conquer the day!

Family Calendar: Teamwork Makes the Dream Work! ‍‍‍ Feeling like you're going it alone? Get the whole crew involved! Create a family calendar and discuss everyone's schedules. Delegate tasks, and don't forget to schedule in self-care time for yourself, mama! You're important too!

Set Goals You Can Crush! Feeling overwhelmed? Set realistic goals. Break down big tasks into smaller, manageable steps. This helps you make progress without feeling crushed. Remember, your well-being matters, so set goals that work for you, not against you.

Bonus Time Management Strategies for Working Moms

Office Hours: Boundaries Are Your Friend! ⏰ Feeling pulled in a million directions? Set work boundaries with clear "office hours." Let everyone know when you're available for work-related matters. This keeps you focused and helps you plan your day effectively. It also allows you to be fully present with your family during non-work hours.

Pomodoro Power! Feeling like you're constantly multitasking? The Pomodoro Technique is your new best friend! Work in focused 25-minute intervals ("pomodoros") followed by short breaks. This keeps you laser-focused and prevents burnout. Take a deeper dive into the Pomodoro Technique to unlock its full potential!

Tech To the Rescue! Technology can be your lifesaver! Use calendar apps, meal planners, and to-do lists to stay organized. Feeling overwhelmed? Find online communities for support and inspiration. There's an app for (almost) everything, mama! Use them to your advantage.

Remember, Mama: You Don't Need More Than 24 Hours... You Need to Use Them Wisely!

Feeling like there just aren't enough hours in the day? It's not about more time, it's about using your time effectively. Prioritize tasks, set goals, and eliminate distractions. You've got this! By optimizing your 24 hours, you can achieve amazing things.

Empowered Moms Rock! ‍♀️

Time management isn't just about convenience, it's about your well-being and success! These strategies, from weekend prep to mindfulness, will help you navigate motherhood with grace. Embrace flexibility, prioritize progress, and don't forget to take care of yourself. You are a superhero, mama, and a healthy, happy you means a happy family. ❤️

This is just the beginning, mama! Take one or two tips at a time and find what works best for you. You've got this!

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How to Set Up Your Small Soundproof Generator for Maximum Efficiency

Power outages can be a real drag. Whether you're a homeowner weathering a storm or a weekend warrior powering your campsite adventures, a small soundproof generator can be a lifesaver. But just like any piece of equipment, getting the most out of your little powerhouse requires some know-how.

Let’s dive into the world of small soundproof generators and explore how to set yours up for maximum efficiency. We'll cover everything from choosing the perfect location to optimising performance, ensuring your little noise-cancelling champion runs like a dream.One of the most apparent advantages of opting for a soundproof generator is its ability to minimise noise pollution

Finding the Sweet Spot: Location, Location, Location!

The first step to maximising your small soundproof generator's efficiency is all about placement. Unlike its louder counterparts, a small soundproof generator offers more flexibility in terms of where you can put it. However, strategic positioning is still key.

Think "Fresh Air & Flat Ground": Your soundproof generator needs good ventilation to stay cool and operate efficiently. Avoid placing it near walls, fences or any structures that could restrict airflow. Aim for a flat, level surface to prevent oil leaks or uneven wear on the engine.

Mind the Distance: Remember, even though it's soundproofed, your small soundproof generator will still produce some noise. Keep it far enough away from windows and living areas to minimise disruption. Check local noise ordinances to ensure compliance as well.

Fuel Up for Success: Easy access to fuel is crucial. Position your small soundproof generator near a designated fuel storage area, keeping safety regulations in mind.

Power Play: Connecting Your Devices

Once you've found the perfect spot, it's time to connect your devices. Here are some tips for efficient power distribution:

Match the Load: Small soundproof generators have a limited power output. Before plugging anything in, consult your generator's manual to understand its wattage capacity. Only connect devices that fall within this limit to avoid overloading the system and compromising efficiency.

Prioritize Essentials: When an outage hits, prioritise essential appliances like refrigerators, freezers and medical equipment. Leave non-essentials like entertainment systems unplugged to conserve power.

Power Strip Power: Utilise power strips with surge protection to safeguard your electronics from unexpected voltage spikes. This not only protects your devices but also ensures efficient power flow throughout the connected appliances.

Keeping Your Small Soundproof Generator Running Smoothly

Just like any engine, your small soundproof generator needs regular maintenance to perform at its best. Here's a quick maintenance checklist:

Oil Changes: Regular oil changes are vital for optimal engine performance and lifespan. Refer to your generator's manual for the recommended oil type and change intervals.

Filter Frenzy: Don't forget the filters! Air, oil, and fuel filters all play a crucial role in keeping your generator running efficiently. Replace them according to the manufacturer's recommendations.

Visual Inspection: Get into the habit of giving your small soundproof generator a quick visual check regularly. Look for any signs of leaks, loose connections, or visible damage.

Bonus Tip: Embrace the Manual!

Your small soundproof generator's manual is your best friend. It contains valuable information specific to your model, including recommended maintenance schedules, troubleshooting tips, and safety instructions. Refer to it regularly to ensure you're getting the most out of your quiet powerhouse.

By following these simple setup and maintenance tips, you can ensure your small soundproof generator delivers maximum efficiency and reliable power whenever you need it most. Now go forth and conquer those outages with confidence (and minimal noise)!So, if you’re wondering which silent back-up fits your needs, then browse the latest range from Lance Power or contact us today

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Working Professionals' Guide to Distance learning MBA in India

Let's be honest, the daily grind can feel real. You've aced your way into a good job, but that nagging ambition keeps whispering – the itch to climb higher, to become a leader in your field. An MBA gleams like a golden ticket, promising prestige and career advancement. But how, as a busy young professional do you even consider fitting it all in? A distance learning MBA program is best suited for you.

This guide isn't a dry list of steps; it's your battle plan. We'll navigate the world of Distance MBAs, equip you with the knowledge to make informed decisions, and most importantly, show you how to balance work and studies like a pro.

Why Distance Learning is Your Best Friend

Remember those all-nighters in college cramming for exams? Don’t worry you don’t have to go through that anymore. Distance Learning is all about flexibility – the ultimate perk for busy young professionals like us. Imagine devouring lectures during your morning commute it’s a bonus for avoiding rush hour traffic , tackling assignments on a lazy Sunday afternoon after brunch with friends, or even participating in online discussions late into the night because hey, some nights you just can't put down that fascinating marketing case study! Gone are the rigid schedules and the "oh no, I missed a class!" panic attacks. You control the pace, catering your studies to your existing commitments.

Here's another secret most people don't know: Distance MBA colleges are typically easier on the wallet compared to their full-time counterparts. Since universities don't have to deal with the same overhead costs, the financial burden for students is significantly reduced. This is a major win, especially when you're managing real-world budgets and those weekend getaways you deserve.

Choosing Your Perfect Program: Don't Settle!

There is an ocean of Distance MBA programs available in India, choosing the right one is crucial. Here are some factors to consider:

Accreditation is King: This ensures the program meets the highest academic standards. Look for universities with UGC-DEB (University Grants Commission - Distance Education Bureau) approval. This is your quality check! Find Your Niche: Distance MBAs often offer specializations in areas like Finance, Marketing, or Human Resource Management. Choose a specialization that aligns with your career goals and helps you stand out from the crowd. Research is Your Weapon: Don't take a university's brochure at face value. Dive deeper – research the university's reputation, faculty expertise, and student reviews. Look for programs with experienced professors who can provide valuable industry insights. Remember, you're investing in your future, so choose wisely! Industry Recognition Matters: Make sure the program you choose is respected by potential employers in your field. Check if companies you aspire to work for value graduates from this particular program. After all, the ultimate goal is career advancement! Think about the companies you dream of working for and see if their websites mention specific MBA programs they favor.

Conquering the Application Process:

The application process at some of the best accredited online MBA programs is typically straightforward. Most programs require a Bachelor's degree with a minimum percentage (usually around 50%) and may have work experience requirements. Some universities might require entrance exams like MAH-CET (Maharashtra Common Entrance Test) or NMAT (Narsee Monjee Management Aptitude Test). Don't sweat these exams! Prepare accordingly – the internet is filled with resources for test prep and skill development. Utilize online practice tests, brush up on your business fundamentals, and remember, a positive attitude goes a long way.

Scholarships: Your Financial Ally

Let's face it – education can be expensive. However, numerous scholarships are available specifically for working professionals pursuing Distance learning MBA courses. These are offered by universities, government agencies, and even private institutions. Explore all available options to minimize the financial burden. Think of scholarships as your secret weapon to conquer those tuition fees!

Bonus Tip: The Power of Networking

Don't underestimate the power of networking! Once you've enrolled in your program, connect with your classmates online or even try to form a local study group. Not only will you gain valuable insights and support from peers, but you might also build lasting professional connections. Remember, your classmates could be your future colleagues or even business partners!

Remember, You've Got This!

Earning a Distance MBA takes dedication, but the rewards are worth it. You'll not only gain valuable knowledge and skills but also the confidence and leadership qualities to take your career to the next level. Network with your classmates and professors, utilize the resources available, and most importantly, believe in yourself. With hard work and a dash of perseverance, you'll be well on your way to conquering that Distance MBA and achieving your dreams.

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Finding Your Style Soulmate: A Woman's Journey to the Perfect Coat

Think of your favorite coat. You know the one – the trusty companion that instantly makes you feel put-together, capable, and ready to conquer the world. A great coat isn't just a functional necessity, it's a style statement, a mood booster, and a reflection of who you are. Let's dive into the world of womens coats, learn how to choose the perfect one for YOU, and discover ways to make your coat a central part of your signature style.

The Wonderful World of Women's Coats

Let's explore some of the most beloved and endlessly versatile coat styles:

The Trench Coat: Synonymous with timeless elegance, the trench coat adds polish to any look. Its versatility makes it ideal for the office or weekend adventures.

Louise Deluxe Check Wax Coat: Our Louise Wax coats are immensely popular because they boast exceptional reliability and quality, crafted right here in England. They excel in repelling water and blocking wind, while also offering a flattering silhouette with a fitted waist and fishtail design at the back, complemented by two adjustable straps. Featuring a suede-lined collar and a cozy cotton lining, they ensure warmth on chilly, rainy days. The two-way zipper provides flexibility, and the detachable hood offers versatility for those rare sunny spells in Britain. Our Louise Deluxe Check coat is a timeless staple with a touch of added style. Proudly manufactured in the UK, it contributes to our commitment to sustainability as a clothing brand.

The Wool Coat: Wool coats are the epitome of refined style. Whether you opt for a classic wrap coat or a bold statement piece, wool offers both warmth and an air of sophistication.

The Leather Jacket: Add instant edge to any ensemble with a leather jacket. This iconic garment goes with everything, from flowy dresses to jeans and sneakers.

Your Coat, Your Way: Choosing the Perfect Fit

The best coat isn't just about aesthetics; it needs to enhance your life. Consider these factors:

Your Climate: Your location is crucial. Prioritize warmth and weather-resistance if you live in a cold, wet environment. Lighter-weight options may be best for milder climates.

Your Lifestyle: Do you have a long commute? Need a dog-walking coat? Or perhaps you want dressy options for special occasions? Choose styles that support your daily needs.

Your Personal Style: Do you gravitate toward classic cuts, bold colors, or trendy pieces? Your coat should reflect your fashion sensibility.

Your Body Type: The right style can flatter any figure. Belted coats define the waist, A-lines flatter pear shapes, and longer lengths are a win for petite silhouettes.

Your Budget: Set realistic expectations. Quality coats can be an investment, but sales and pre-loved options can help you find your perfect match within your means.

Styling Your Coat: Make It Your Signature

Embrace the Art of Layering: Coats are fantastic layering pieces. Add sweaters, scarves, hats, even hoodies for textural interest and adaptable warmth.

Play With Proportions: Contrast a fitted coat with wide-leg pants, or try a long puffer with skinny jeans for a modern look.

Accessories Are Your Friends: A vibrant scarf, a chic belt, or a statement hat can instantly elevate your coat's style.

Balance Is Key: Let your coat be the star by keeping the rest of your outfit simple, especially if your coat is bold or patterned.

Don't Forget Comfort: Even the most gorgeous coat is useless if it doesn't feel good. Make sure yours allows for ease of movement and feels great to wear.

Caring for Your Treasure: Coat

Invest in your coat's longevity with these simple care tips:

Read the Care Label: Always follow instructions for washing or dry cleaning.

Treat Stains Quickly: Blot spills immediately, and seek professional help for stubborn stains.

Store It Smartly: Use sturdy hangers to prevent misshaping and breathable garment bags for long-term storage.

Welligogs Spotlight [Highlight some key styles from the Welligogs collection, focusing on their unique features and the types of women they'd be perfect for.]

Example:

The Polished Professional: The Welligogs 'Tailored Triumph' wool coat is designed for the boss babe who values sophistication and warmth. Its timeless cut and luxurious fabric exude quiet power.

Make Your Coat the Star

The right coat has a transformative power. It can become an extension of yourself, a source of confidence, and a sartorial statement.

Visit for more options: Coats for Women

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Sleep Well, Ace Your Exams: Time-Saving Tips for Efficient Assignment Completion

Hey, fellow American students! We've all been there: staring down a mountain of assignments, fueled by stress-eating pizza and questionable amounts of caffeine. ☕ It's enough to make anyone dream of escaping to a tropical island, deadlines be damned! ️

But fear not, academic warriors! There's a way to conquer your workload without sacrificing precious sleep or sanity. In fact, getting a good night's rest is actually the secret weapon in your academic arsenal. Here are some practical tips for efficient assignment completion that'll leave you feeling energized and ready to tackle anything:

1. Master the Art of Prioritization:

Don't just stare blankly at your to-do list, feeling overwhelmed. Prioritize! Identify the most urgent tasks first (usually those with the closest deadlines). Use tools like Eisenhower Matrix or a simple color-coding system to categorize tasks based on importance and urgency. Remember, not everything needs to be done right now. Delegate, postpone, or even ditch non-essential tasks to free up time and mental space for the big stuff.

2. Plan Like a Pro:

Once you know your priorities, create a realistic schedule that breaks down each assignment into manageable chunks. Don't be a hero – be smart! Allot enough time for research, writing, revisions, and unexpected distractions like that adorable squirrel outside your window. ️ Use apps like Google Calendar or Trello to stay organized and track your progress. ️

3. Embrace the Power of Pomodoro:

The Pomodoro Technique is a game-changer for staying focused and avoiding burnout. Set a timer for 25 minutes, work on a single task without distractions, then reward yourself with a 5-minute break. Repeat this cycle until you're done. This method keeps your mind fresh and prevents you from getting bogged down in one task for hours. ⏱️

4. Tame the Social Media Beast:

Let's face it, social media is a siren song for procrastination. Block out dedicated times for checking notifications or responding to messages, and stick to them like glue. Use website blockers or apps like Freedom to temporarily disable distracting websites and apps during your study sessions. Remember, the world won't end if you miss a few cat videos, but your grades might suffer if you let Facebook become your new best friend.

5. Fuel Your Brain (and Body):

Late-night pizza binges might seem tempting, but they'll leave you feeling sluggish and unproductive the next day. Instead, prioritize healthy foods that boost your energy and focus. Think fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean protein. Don't forget to stay hydrated! Water is your brain's best friend. And don't skip meals! Eating regularly keeps your blood sugar stable and prevents energy crashes.

6. Sleep like a Champion:

This is where the magic happens. A good night's sleep (7-8 hours for most adults) is crucial for cognitive function, memory consolidation, and overall well-being. Develop a regular sleep schedule and stick to it as much as possible, even on weekends. Create a relaxing bedtime routine that includes dimming the lights, avoiding screens for an hour before bed, and reading a book. A well-rested mind is a productive mind!

7. Seek Help When Needed:

Don't be afraid to ask for help! Talk to your professors, classmates, or even consider seeking professional practical assignment help in the USA. There are many reputable resources available to guide you through tough assignments and help you polish your work. Remember, collaboration is key to academic success.

Bonus Tip: Reward yourself! Celebrate your accomplishments, no matter how small. Completing a difficult task deserves a pat on the back (or maybe a healthy treat!). Recognizing your progress will keep you motivated and on track.

By implementing these tips, you can transform from a stressed-out zombie into a well-rested, efficient academic warrior. Remember, it's about finding the balance between hard work and self-care. Sleep well, fuel your brain, and conquer those assignments like the rockstar you are!

So, ditch the all-nighters, embrace the power of naps, and watch your grades soar! You got this, fellow students!

[ella-healthy-foods]

Healthy Eating on a Time Crunch: Meal Prep Tips for Busy Schedules

Oh, the daily hustle and bustle of life, a never-ending roller coaster of tasks, commitments, and deadlines, leaving you gasping for breath and craving a decent meal. Sound familiar? You, my friend, are not alone. The modern world has left us scrounging for time, and sadly, our diets are the first to suffer. But fear not, for I come bearing the secrets of meal prep and healthy eating on a busy schedule.

First, let's address the elephant in the room - the dreadful consequences of a poor diet for the busy bees like yourself. Nutrient deficiencies, weight gain, low energy, mood swings, and even the dreaded "hangry" beast are lurking around every corner of your chaotic life, just waiting to pounce. Surely, you don't want to fall prey to these diet demons, do you?

Well, you're in luck! I'm here to guide you through the intricate world of batch cooking and freezing meals, creating weekly or monthly meal plans, and whipping up delicious dishes in just 30 minutes. So buckle up and get ready to embark on the flavorful journey of healthy eating, even when you're racing against the clock.

1. Embrace the Magic of Batch Cooking and Freezing Meals

Batch cooking is the superhero of meal prep for busy folks like you. Simply put, it's the art of cooking large quantities of food at once and freezing them in individual portions for convenient reheating later. Imagine coming home after a long day and having a delicious, home-cooked meal ready in minutes. No more sad, soggy takeout for you!

The key to successful batch cooking is selecting recipes that freeze well, like soups, stews, casseroles, and even some pasta dishes. Spend a few hours on the weekend whipping up your culinary creations, portion them into containers, and let the freezer work its magic. Your future self will thank you.

2. Plan Your Weekly or Monthly Meal Plan Like a Pro

Creating a weekly or monthly meal plan may seem daunting, but trust me, it's worth it. You'll save time, money, and all-important brainpower by knowing exactly what's on the menu. Plus, you'll avoid the dreaded "what's for dinner?" question, which, let's face it, can lead to some pretty unhealthy choices.

Start by picking a few go-to recipes that you can rotate throughout the week, and don't forget to include some quick, 30-minute dishes for those extra hectic days. Your meal plan should be flexible, allowing you to swap ingredients and make adjustments as needed. And remember, practice makes perfect – you'll get better at meal planning with time.

3. Master the Art of the 30-Minute Meal

Not every meal needs to be an elaborate, time-consuming project. Sometimes, you just need to whip up a tasty, nutritious dinner in under 30 minutes, and for these moments, salads, stir-fries, and grain bowls are your best friends.

The secret to lightning-fast meals lies in having pre-cut vegetables and fruits on hand. You can either buy them pre-chopped or spend some time on the weekend slicing and dicing for the week ahead. Combine these pre-cut veggies with hummus for a satisfying snack, or toss them into a salad, stir-fry, or grain bowl for a quick, filling meal.

4. Stock Up on Time-Saving Ingredients and Tools

Having a well-stocked pantry and a few handy kitchen gadgets can save you precious time and energy. Keep your kitchen stocked with healthy, versatile ingredients like whole grains, canned beans, and an assortment of sauces and spices that can be easily transformed into mouthwatering meals.

Invest in a few time-saving tools like a slow cooker, an Instant Pot, or even a simple rice cooker to take some of the stress out of meal prep. These gadgets can turn seemingly complicated dishes into easy, set-it-and-forget-it masterpieces.

There you have it – a treasure trove of tips and tricks to help you conquer meal prep and healthy eating on a busy schedule. With a little planning, creativity, and a good dose of humor, you can wave goodbye to sad, tasteless meals and hello to a world of delicious, nutritious, and time-saving dishes. So go forth and conquer, dear reader, and may your meal prep journey be ever triumphant!

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Okay, home from the con, peeled off all latex, makeup, wigs, and cosplays, and in comfortable clothes for the first time in like three days and about to pass out after barely sleeping for three days, but here's the highlights (also I promise this is my last post about it, I just had a really fun time and am laksdjfakds about it)

Day one we're on our way to the con throwing on wigs and putting on makeup in the middle of Chicago traffic, somehow did not die

Me and my friend's husband cosplayed Shinji and Kaworu while she was Asuka and since people sometimes assume me and my friend are dating I thought it was funny that it was me and her husband who were the "couple" cosplay that day lol

The person who shouted "Get in the robot, Shinji!" at him and then disappeared into the crowd, never to be seen again

At one point a guy came up to us and was like "hey my friend wants to know if he can get a picture with you" and we were like "Oh yeah ofc!" and turned around and he was cosplaying the fucking Seele sound box (I did not fully register there was a person inside of it at first but oh my god)

After recharging in the hotel for a bit we went to the rave and it was a good fucking time. Lots of jumping and screaming and dancing and there was a mosh pit. Could have done without the Asuna cosplayer flashing everyone her whole underskirt area while getting grinded on in the middle of the mosh pit but eh, what are you gonna do

Helping my friends get into their super complex league of legends cosplays the next day (I conquered the world's most intense safety pins, let me tell you)

My best friend's pure and utter excitement over the full Freddy Fazbear cosplayer

About twenty minutes after arriving at the convention center on day two a Denji cosplayer came up to me and asked for a picture (I was cosplaying Makima) and we took one and then he goes "okay, I have another request, and you totally don't have to do it if you don't want to, but you know how Makima calls Denji her dog..." and then he pulls a whole leash out of his bag so I got to put a Denji cosplayer on a leash. Man got down on the ground and everything lmfao

Watching my friends walk around in their funky little bird feet all day for their league of legends cosplays

Somehow?? Someone??? Double-booked a rich kid's prom at the convention center? So all these high schoolers showed up in formal attire and were so fucking confused and horrified by all the fucking nerds and cosplayers over-running everything

One girl literally huffed at us when we walked by and her boyfriend pointed at us kinda excitedly lol Ruining prom for stuck up bitches even after my own prom hellll yeah

Today we cosplayed Maki and Nobara so fuck yes hardcore kinnie moment

I encountered a Toji cosplayer as Maki and we got some fun pictures together :D

I bought a Sanemi keychain from an artist and as she was wrapping it up, she goes "By the way I love your Maki cosplay. You must really like angry characters, huh?" and I almost fucking died

Encouraging my friend to finally ask Goru cosplayers for photos after she spent the whole weekend staring at them because she loves Goru

My friend got to meet a famous cosplayer she's been a fan of for a really long time, and she was super cool and just sat and chilled and chatted with us for like 30 minutes

Peeling the Maki makeup off of me in a panic in a Denny's parking lot half way home because we weren't gonna subject the poor staff into wondering what the fuck was going on

Anyways, it was an extremely fun weekend. I haven't got to go to a con since I was still in high school and a family member had to take me and didn't want to do anything/just made fun of everything. So actually getting to go the whole weekend, cosplay, go to events, and do it with two friends who were having just as much fun as I was was amazing :D

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

FreFo/FuFo Heist Planning: Volume #2

So, down to business, now that we’re all here...

*A little while later, Oliver, Leona and Kouji all show up, and everyone gathers in the basement of the building. 

So that’s the situation?

As I’m sure you’ve already been informed by your friends, Emilia Feng and her company are collaborating secretly with Organization Zetsubou.

And they’re planning something big. We don’t know what it is, but we don’t know if we can stop it on our own.

Yeah, we examined some shit from Tamashiro’s mansion after that whole fiasco, and that Kerokuma that came in and killed him might be part of a bigger project...

Why didn’t you say this when you asked us for help the first time round?

Because we’re not dicks?

We understood your situation. We didn’t want to press for it...

Because, like Leona said...we’re not dicks.

But you see, this is helpful for us as well. Fang Inc. are Organization Zetsubou’s biggest international sponsor and supplier. Zetsubou’s best weapons come from the company, and there’s a chance the CEO had a hand in Operation Toxic Love as well. 

Right, that poisonous rain scheme...But why would Feng collab with terrorists from Japan anyway?

Hm...Well, from the way you’ve played up these guys as extremely dangerous, it’s likely that their influence, should they succeed, will affect the entire world; not just Japan.

It would make sense if the old woman’s goal was to aid Organization Z in doing that, and then fight a war against them. 

For profit I assume?

Likely, but at the same time, if a war gets too big, it falls out of even Emilia’s control. If OZ conquer the world, and destroy most of the cities, even she’ll struggle to reap the benefits of that.

I don’t think that matters. Emilia’s an arrogant bitch, but...she’s not a cynic. She’s gotta make sure both she herself, and everyone else around her, sees herself as the hero. 

Every time she goes somewhere, be it here, or anywhere else in the world, she has some mad plan to fix all it’s problems. Like with highly-trained police, or automated crop fertilizer or some bullshit. Society to a woman like her is a technology problem, and people are bugs in the system.

Which means she’d be more than willing to discreetly remove them to “fix” the system.

Yeah. That’s the issue.

So whatever she IS planning on doing, it can’t be a good thing. In fact, it may actually be Organization Zetsubou’s first step into dominating places off border.

So we need to stop it, but...how do we even find out what her goal is?

That’s the first step in our “master plan”

...

*Kuripa and Maya simultaneously pose.

Lame...

Oi!

No, she’s right. That was lame.

I think it was good teamwork.

Can we focus?

Yeah, come on guys. 

Alright. Here’s the deal.

*Kouji nods to Oliver, who loads up a map on the projector.

This right here is one of Fang Inc’s biggest police stations, and work buildings. It was one of the first facilities that the company produced in their early days.

It’s also open to the public on weekends, and serves as a digital museum, detailing Fang Inc’s history...Naturally, leaving out all the skeevy shit they do.

It’s a museum all about Emilia? Talk about sucking your own non-existent dick.

Hey! Watch the language, we have kids here!

...Sorry...

But why is this place so important?

Because Emilia’s got an upcoming meeting in two days time at this place. She’s assembling both her main circle, as well as some government officials to talk about a major project she has planned for the US.

The US as a whole?

The company may be based in DC, but their influence expands over the whole continent, AT LEAST.

How...do you know this?

Eh?

How do you know about this meeting? Did you intercept phone calls or something?

Not outside of our budget...or morals for that matter...

But no. We have our own Hercules Mulligan, but she’s a badass chick instead.

Who?

Have you never seen Hamilton, Boss?

What Maya means to say is they have a spy on the inside.

Who is this spy? I was under the impression that there were only 6 of you.

That’s...uh...not important right now. Let’s just focus on this, ok?

...

Alright, sure. Then what we’ve gotta do is...

Sneak in, and infiltrate that meeting. Get those juicy deets. Easy clap!

Sweet! I’ve always wanted to be in on a caper!

Uh...are you sure it’s a good idea to let this kid in on this plan?

As her mother, naturally I’m protective of her...But...

Before we adopted her, Akeru survived by herself on the street for a long time. She even formed her own gang.

And she’s stealthy. If this is an espionage mission, then she’s our best bet.

Heck yeah I am!

Hold on a second. Even if Akeru IS a capable stealth agent, I still don’t think sending her in there by herself is a good idea. She’s still young, and it’s not like she’s ever breached a place that’s got Fang Inc. levels of security.

Besides, you know what happened the LAST time she tried to do an espionage mission for us.

That doesn’t mean we can just bar her from doing one again. She’s so talented at it.

Yeah, but even so!

Yeah, I’m with Toko on this one. Just from looking at this place from the outside, it’s definitely not a doddle breaching it. The kid might have to sit this one out.

Aw...

But we have to get in somehow, and it’s too early to risk a full-frontal assault.

If sending in a child is what it takes, then so be it. We have to know what Emilia is up to.

Maya, she’s 13 or 14 years old. And she’s my niece. It’s not happening.

*sigh* Alright. Sorry, I guess that was shitty of me.

Language...!

My bad!

...

Sorry Akeru. I bet you were looking forward to it.

It’s fine...

Alright, but if Kid Ninja’s off the table, what’s the plan? If we can’t navigate past the security, how do we get in?

Have you ever heard of the phrase “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em?”

You mean...?

*Leona suddenly produces a uniform out from under the table.

Ta-Dah! Our secret contact provided this for us! It’s the staff uniform for that facility!

So the way we’re going to break in is by disguising ourselves as employees, and blending in?

Yes...However, there’s just one problem.

We only have one uniform. And...if you’ll forgive me for saying so; I promise this doesn’t just apply to your group but also ours...

A lot of you...stand out way too much.

That’s fair. This hairdo has it’s problems.

Everything about you has it’s problems Hiro.

So ultimately, what you’re saying is...we need to pick ONE person who doesn’t stand out too much.

AND who can act as an undercover agent by themselves.

Basically, we need a perfectly normal proxy...

...

*There is a moment of silence, but then everyone’s heads simultaneously turn in the same direction, like valves.

God Fucking Dammit!

LANGUAGE!

Oop! S-Sorry!

Perfectly normal appearance...check...

Is reliable when it counts...check...

Welp. Good luck Boss~

Hold on a second! I’m not saying I won’t do it, but don’t I get a say in this!?

Sorry Mak...You’re the only one who can pull this off...

Besides, it’s not often that you get to be this useful to the whole group.

Hey! That’s uncalled for!

Jeez...Fine! But you owe me a coffee on the house AT LEAST!

Done deal! Don’t worry though, we’ll lend you a COM device you can put in your ear and talk to us with. Just try to be discreet.

You’ve got a few days to prepare as well.

And what happens if I get caught?

Well...

I’ll burn the whole place down before I let that happen.

Thanks...I suppose...

Good luck Uncle Koto!

Believe me...I’m gonna need my Ultimate Luck now more than ever.

[laceandhockeyskates]

Stay with me ft. Matthew Tkachuk

Request: none except for me

Author’s notes: I’ve been thinking about this for awhile so I’m sucking it up and actually writing it for myself I guess.

Warnings: some cussing

Word count: 5.3 k

You had known the Tkachuk family for as long as you could remember; after all you were only three when the two loud and obnoxious boys had moved next door. There wasn’t a memory that you had that didn’t include at least one of the Tkachuk family member. Although there certainly were more that involved Matt than the others.Since they entered your life they filled it with a lot of yelling, fighting, and playing; but also more love than you could ever truly process. It was a breath of fresh air for you according to everyone that surrounded you. There was something about about the boys that drug you out of your quiet shell and instilled a certain level of confidence that you carried with you through everything. With the love of Chantal and the encouragement of the boys you knew that there wasn’t anything you couldn’t accomplish. Although much to your mother and Chantal’s dismay that often meant reckless dares and ending up with a new bruise or scrape, not conquering the patriarchy; at least not yet.

There was a connection between you and Matt that went beyond words despite how crazy he tended to drive you. Even as children he knew just how to get under you skin, but he was also the one who knew how to comfort you. He was the one that tugged on your pig tails, but also was the one who comforted you when you were sad. The relationship you had was the balance you needed in your life.

Your childhood was mostly spent at a hockey rink when you weren’t in school or at your own sports practices. Between Keith’s own games and the boys’ tournaments there was never a shortage of hockey in your life. It was what shaped your entire life after all it was impossible not to when it felt like everything was centered around a hockey schedule, or three. Those were some of your best memories though. After all nothing quite beat sitting near ice level while swaddled up in a blanket with Taryn during the long weekends, especially watching Matt winning.

As teenagers you may have bickered back and forth with Matt constantly, but he was your knight in shining armor on your worst days.  The day you had your first heart break it was Matt who wrapped you up in his arms and held you while you cried wondering why you hadn’t been enough for some teenage boy. What you weren’t aware of at the time was just how much it broke his own heart seeing you so hurt, and he had sworn then and there that he would never be the one to break your heart. He would just be the one to figure out how to piece it back together.

Somewhere along the way your heart had become a melted mess for your curly haired best friend. You knew better than to believe that boys like Matthew Tkachuk would ever end up with a girl like you though. It was simply how the universe worked. You could be happy with your friendship though, because at least he was yours in some way.

The day that he left for Calgary was the day he had ripped your heart out clean from your chest and took it with him. Of course you had known it was coming long before it had actually happened, but you still couldn’t help but be scared about what it meant for your friendship. On one hand you were overjoyed for Matt getting to live out his childhood dream, but on the other it was the most distance between the two of you that you ever had to deal with. 

During the seasons while he was in Calgary you kept busy with college since you weren’t as lucky as he was to have an insane talent to fall back on. For the first time since you had met you were living completely different lives. It was a terrifying change and you were sure that within a year he would have moved on from your friendship.

Except he never did.

Instead every Saturday you both fit in a facetime call with each other, making it a rule that the two of you held onto tightly. Of course you tried to fit in any other phone calls that you could and text messages were constantly flowing between the two of you. But once a week you needed to see his face just as much as he needed to see yours. Your heart still ached for the physical contact during the season, but you made up for it through out the summers and whatever short trips you could manage to make happen during the season.

Three and a half years of your life slipped past your fingers before a pandemic hit the world thrusting everything in your life into chaos. With mere weeks until graduation it suddenly looked as if everything you had worked so hard towards was going to be ripped from your hands. Of course you were going to still graduate and have your degree, but it wouldn’t come along with the entire graduation day you had planned. You wouldn’t get to see the emotions of your parents, or have Matt twirl you around in your cap and gown, or see Keith trying to play off his own feelings about your accomplishment, or even having to deal with Chantal shoving you and all of the siblings together to get as many pictures as she could manage.  

Yet there was Matt. He answered every call that first week as you felt as if you were losing your mind. Once he was home though you had basically moved in with the Tkachuk family. Before you had always been welcome in their home, but with quarantine came your parents constant fighting and you couldn’t live under the same roof anymore.Without a question they took you in and made you feel at home just like they always had. Matt being there had just been an added benefit to help keep you sane. 

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Growing up movie nights had always been a weekly event between the two households. More often than not you ended up pressed between Matt and Taryn a fact that at least you and Matt had never grown out of despite the many nights of side glances from your families or the chirps that came your way. But nothing could have stopped your tradition, after all it was where you felt complete.

Quarantine brought what felt like nightly movie sessions after a long day of competitive games held between the siblings and their father. During which you and Chantal tended to be on the deck sipping on a drink during the mid afternoon summer sun. Being around the Tkachuk family meant there was constantly some form of a game going on just so they could prove who was the better brother or son, since you all knew that Taryn was truly the best Tkachuk. At least you were never bored and always entertained.

Movie night had always been a favorite of yours, but now there was something just---different about the time you spent in the Tkachuk family room. Perhaps you had missed the way it felt to be pressed against Matt’s side as you felt the way his fingers played in your hair. Or perhaps it was just missing the feeling of family. Something that had been lacking in your own family the last few months. Or it could have just been the fact that you missed it all. This was where you belonged after all.

The night had started out with both of his siblings spread out along with the two of you on the floor but through various movies they had both wondered off to their bedrooms leaving the two of you alone in a comfortable silence.

“I have to go back to Calgary,” Matt whispered to you as he moved to wrap his arms tightly around your middle in order to hold you tightly against his chest. You had known that it was coming since it was all Keith could talk about, but you were ignoring just how soon you would be without your best friend again. His words were a blow to your heart still even with the heads up.

You had turned your head slightly in order to look up at him taking in the way his jaw was set and the way that his hands ran along your side. It was clear in his body language that it wasn’t something that he wanted to discuss yet. Which was probably why he was distracting you with the way he was touching you, there was no way he didn’t know that it would cloud your own judgment. Although it was nothing out of your normal with him, it still set your skin on fire.

If only there was a way for you to know that Matt was having his own reaction to you. You had always been his best friend that he happened to be in love with even as a teen, but something had shifted and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hide it. A fact that often terrified him because he always knew that he would never be good enough for you, but he knew he couldn’t live life without you tucked by his side. Even the thought of ruining the connection the two of you shared was enough to freak him out. Could he truly live with someone else sweeping you off your feet either?

You sucked in a deep breath wanting to reign in your own emotions as you tried to piece together the words that rushed through you head. Something had shifted between the two of you, but you were afraid of him going back and things changing again. Your hand reached down to grab Matt’s hand as it ran along your side as you moved to wrap it completely around you settling your focus on the wall across from you. “When do you leave?” You asked him quietly unable to look at him. You knew if you took one look at him that you would break.

“Monday,” You heard him huff quietly causing your hair to stir a bit. You didn’t even have to see his face in order to know that he was pouting. It was almost second nature that he seemed to always pout when he had more on his mind than he was saying. You supposed that you could play his game for one day instead of giving him any issues about it. 

Sighing dramatically yourself you shifted to turn in his arms so that the two of you were now face to face so that you were able to see his face fully. It was then that you had noticed just how closely that the action had put you though, but you weren’t going to back down. “Okay Mr. Dramatic what’s going on in that head of yours?” You asked him quietly wanting to help him any way that you could.

Seeing Matthew going through any struggle was difficult on you. All that you wanted was to ease any burden on his shoulders that you could. After all it was exactly what he did for you. Every single time you had needed him he had made sure to force you to talk about your problems so that he could find the solution that you were missing yourself. Now it was your turn.

You felt Matt’s hand reaching up tugging gently on the ends of your hair as his eyebrows furrowed together. What you wouldn’t have given to be able to read his thoughts in order to make it easier on him since he seemed to be struggling. “I just don’t want to leave you again. We have always spent summers together, it feels as if everything is changing now,” he admitted as his steely gaze flicked up to meet your own eyes.

You understood what he had meant though considering you felt the world shifting around you as the days dragged on, and it terrified you. This was suppose to be your last summer of freedom before you settled into an adult job that meant no more long summers with your best friend. However all of those plans were being ripped from you thanks to a global pandemic. You had spent the last few months trying to recreate your exciting summers. There had only been so much that you could manage to do though. Now you only had a few days before it all came to a close and he was back in Calgary.

“I’m guessing that there’s no change in keeping you here is there?” You asked him already knowing what the answer was. There was absolutely nothing that would stop Matt from being with his team and chasing the cup. If there was a sliver of a chance he could bring it home he would be there working his hardest. It was just another thing that you loved about your best friend.

You watched as he pursed his lips close seemingly lost deep in his own thoughts for a moment. His hands dragged his hands back down your side to settle on your hip before he let out a quiet breath that he had been holding. “Or you could come to Calgary with me,” he suggested quietly as he didn’t dare to meet your eyes. 

You had visited often during his seasons whenever school had allowed you to, but this would be different. This wasn’t an offer for a long weekend. Instead you knew that it was going to be a few weeks, but it was a few weeks with the boy that you were hopelessly in love with, and probably the last time that it would happen. 

“Okay.”

It was a simple response, but it had pulled a smile from him that seemed to be brighter than any you had seen in the last few months. You knew that you had a lot to figure out but for now you were simply filled with excitement about what the next few weeks could bring the two of you. 

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The last few days in St. Louis had sped by in such a flurry that you had barely had time to even catch your breath. Before you could completely process what was happening you were sitting beside Matt on a plane heading towards his home in Calgary. You knew that you would be stuck in the apartment considering there was still a pandemic going on in the world, but at least the nights would be spent with him. You had been so excited about your time with him that you hadn’t even taken a moment to consider how much more difficult this was going to be on your heart. Living in such a domestic situation was bound to get your heart twined up in more even more than it already was. Considering how long you had been in love with him though you knew that even that was saying a lot.

You had been lost in your thoughts when you felt him leaning over the armrest in order to get a better view of the word search that you had been working on since you had taken your seats. “Are you bored of my sparkling personality already? Because I have some bad news about how long the next few weeks are going to be for you if you are,” his laughter had your heart soaring in your chest.

You weren’t sure if you could ever be tired of Matt, but out of everyone you knew specifically that his ego didn’t need to be stroked more than it was. You shifted in your seat to look fully at him as you rolled your eyes unable to hide the amused smile that pulled on your lips, “I could always go hide at Elias’ I’m sure.” You knew that you had won the battle when he pouted to himself pulling back with a murmur about the game not being fun anymore. You hadn’t won the war though, and you knew that. 

The flight had been fairly uneventful considering that almost as soon as you were in the air you felt your best friend dropping his head on your shoulder before dropping off to dreamland. You were fairly use to it by now, and while your heart strings were certainly being tugged you never felt more content as you moved to watch a movie during the flight so you wouldn’t risk moving him even slightly.

You found yourself being practically drug across Calgary International Airport with your hand in Matt’s since he had taken it the moment you had stepped off the plane. There was something about his excitement that fed into you. He was home, and now he got to make it yours for the foreseeable future. Although if he had his way it would be just as much your home as it was his. One day at a time though he knew it would be a long battle to get there.

It took longer than you had wanted to get through customs, but once you were free and had your uber on it’s way you noticed Matt turning his attention to you as he took you in while he ran a hand through his unruly curls. The smile he flashed you had your heart playing pitter patter against your chest. “I’m happy that you decided to come with me, Y/N.”

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The first few weeks had passed in a blur as you had settled into the guest room at Matt’s apartment. You knew that it was difficult for your best friend to not be able to drag you around the city to show you the place he called home, but risking the process to get to the playoffs wasn’t worth it even to you. From the parts that you could see though you knew that this wouldn’t be the only time he would have a chance to show it all to you the way he truly wanted to. Maybe you could even see Calgary as your home at some point.

The two of you had settled into a comfortable pattern together. Both of you waking early enough to have breakfast together before he would have to rush off to practice. You would spend the time apart cleaning the apartment no matter how much Matt argued with you about just enjoying your time, and not supposedly picking up after him but it was your mess too. When he would get back the two of you would make dinner together and settle in for a few more episodes of Gilmore Girls. A fact that you were still happy about being able to con him into binging with you.

And even if he wouldn’t admit it to you he would have watched anything if it meant seeing the contentment on your face. All he could imagine while he held you on his couch was just how much happier he would be if this was his entire future. He knew that you were all that he would need to be happy, but he would have to get his head of his own ass soon if he were to make it happen. 

Unfortunately time passed far too quickly and before you were ready you were standing on the tarmac hugging Matt as tightly as you could manage while you kept your head buried against his chest. You already couldn’t wait for him to return to you, but you also knew that you wanted him to stay in Edmonton and win a cup. You would survive a few weeks without him by your side.

There had been a debate about going back home to St. Louis while he was gone, but given everything happening in your own family dynamic you had decided that staying in Calgary was the best plan at least for now. Being on your own at least gave you time to clear your own head, and it wasn’t as if the Tkachuk family would ever allow you to be on your own. Facetime dates were a daily occurrence with Taryn and Chantal during the day, and every evening you fell asleep on the phone with Matt.

This day was harder than the others had been, not because you were alone but because you missed having him there with you constantly. You hadn’t realized just how much you relied on having Matt to hold you together until he was hours away. You had curled up in his bed simply wanting to feel closer to him while you watched the game with every intention of moving back to the guest room where you had been sleeping.

You just hadn’t realized how tired you were. Before you knew it you were drifting off to sleep midway through the second period. It wasn’t until your phone started to ring to alert you to an incoming facetime that you even stirred. Your brain wasn’t processing what was happening as you hit accept and adjusted yourself in the bed to actually look at your phone. The shit eating grin on Matt’s face was the first sign that was something was up. You rubbed at your eyes tiredly knowing unable to put together what was happening until you realized just where you were. The room wasn’t strange to you, but it certainly wasn’t the room that had become yours. 

“So how comfortable is my bed?” He asked finally as he fully took you in. The tired look on your face, the fact that you were wearing one of his shirts, and you were tucked into his own bed. It was almost as if you were trying to kill him, but at least it would be a blissful death.

You knew that your cheeks felt warm you just hoped he couldn’t read your embarrassment too easily on your face. You knew that you were kidding yourself though because he could read you easier than anyone else had ever been able to. “I missed you,” it came out as a grumble but you knew that he would hear it.

You watched as his face seemed to melt at your words, but you weren’t sure if you were reading too much into it. “You could have just taken over. I’m not there after all someone might as well enjoy it and you look adorable in my shirt too.”

You knew that he was teasing you. There was no way that he was even trying to be flirtatious with you. You were now sitting up holding the phone in one hand and playing with the hem of the tee shirt you wore with the other when you heard Matt trying to get your attention. “Pretty girl, what’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked giving you his full attention. 

God how you wanted him to be yours. For his shirt on your back to be marking you the way you wanted it to. For his sheets wrapped around your body to be the same sheets you shared every night. But you knew that you’d never be the girl to get him.

“I was just thinking about how weird going home to St. Louis is going to be after being here for so long now. It almost feels like Calgary should be home now.” 

You weren’t sure what spurred your words, but once they were out there was no taking them back. They were there between the two of you, and you knew that it was probably too much.

Instead he shocked you as the widest smile you had seen on his face took over. “I mean you could just make it official and move in,” The offer was there for you to take, but it was too generous. You already knew better than anyone else what it meant for you to move in. If you thought for a moment that Matt would even consider splitting the bills you didn’t truly know him. And you were an independent woman that wanted to pay for your fair share of everything.

“Would you actually allow me to pay any bills?” You asked curiously even if you knew the answer. Of course not. 

He didn’t bother hiding an eye roll from you as you took him in.”Okay but you would be cooking and taking care of the apartment. It’s only fair if I’m the one paying the bills! Come on, Y/N. You know it would be fun.” 

It would be fun for some time. But then there was the concern of how you’d react to him bringing girls home. You knew you would be jealous no matter how little of a claim you had on him. It was just asking to ruin your friendship.

Everything in your heart told you to say no, but one look at the hope on his face the words suddenly seemed stuck in your throat unable to be forced out. “We can at least talk about it,” you caved watching the victorious look on his face knowing he would try everything to convince you to stay.

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After that first night it became habit for you to curl up in his bed while you were on facetime with Matt until one of you fell asleep. There was something intimate about those nights and those conversations that seemed to continuously creep closer and closer to a line you can never uncross once you were on the other side of it. You were terrified about what it all could mean, and if you would lose him all together. But you also couldn’t stop yourself. You wanted to be it for him in the same ways that he was it for you. 

The playoffs were short lived however between Matt’s own injury and an early round exit you felt your heart crushing in your chest. You knew that he was upset with himself, and could never blame his teammates for what happened. Instead he put that blame fully on his own shoulders. 

You hadn’t expected a facetime that night, but before you were able to completely drift to sleep your phone began to ring and without hesitation you answered the call knowing that he needed the distraction.

Still nothing could have prepared you for the tired look on his face as he laid in the hotel bed trying to keep it together as he smiled weakly at you. “At least I’ll see you tomorrow,” he offered up and it was clear that he was reaching for any positive in the situation.

“It’s okay to be upset, Matty. I don’t care what the media says you’re allowed to be hurting over this.” You could strangle the media for always poking at players whenever they showed any emotion. God forbid that grown men were upset when they fell short of their life long dreams and had normal emotions. You just wished that he was home with you.

Because Calgary was home. You weren’t sure how you were going to make it work, but you were going to somehow. You just didn’t know how to tell him until he was back and you had time to piece together your best friend again.

“Y/N,” he whispered quietly causing you to raise your eyebrows. “Thank you for always listening to me. I don’t know if I could do this without you.”

“I’m always going to be here, Tkachuk. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” seeing the tired look in his eyes tugged at your heart. You knew they had an early flight home, but he wasn’t going to be able to sleep. 

Tiredly you decided to sit up in the bed committing yourself to staying awake as long as you could to try and make the night easier for him in any small way. 

You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but the bright sunlight finally woke you hours later. You had barely begun to stir when you heard the front door opening. You felt your heart begin to race wondering if you had a reason to be afraid, but before your mind could wander too far Matt came into the bedroom.

You watched as he kicked off his dress shoes, and slid his jacket off before sliding into the bed beside you not bothering to change. You weren’t complaining though as his arms came around you in order to pull you against his chest. 

“Thank you for still being here,” he murmured quietly against your hair as he nuzzled his face against the top of your head. You weren’t sure if he could get any closer to you, but you didn’t mind. You wanted to be there for him.

You did your best to rub your hands tenderly over his back in order to comfort the best way you knew how since you were both children. “I can’t imagine being anywhere else. I can’t even imagine being in St. Louis now,” it was a quiet admission that held a lot of weight in the words.

You felt the way Matt’s body stilled for a moment as he seemed to process the words before he pulled back to look at you watching the way his smile lit up warmly. “Are you saying what I think you are?” He asked you as he raised his eyebrows.

You weren’t sure you could vocalize what you wanted to say when you saw the look in those eyes you loved so much, but you were able to slowly nod your head. You were going to be a Calgary girl, and he was going to be stuck with you.

There was absolutely no hesitation on his part as he leaned in pressing his lips against your own. Nothing felt more like coming home than kissing Matthew Tkachuk. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for your brain to catch on to what was happening, and if you only had this one kiss with him you wanted to make it truly count. You leaned in returning the kiss eagerly. 

Your skin felt on fire as he moved to slip his hands underneath the tee shirt you were wearing. You could have completely lost yourself in his touch, but you forced yourself to pull back in order to look up at him studying his face trying to get a read on what was going on in his head.

You had crossed the line and you needed to know what was going on with him. Any other guy in your life you could do the friends with benefits thing with them, but with Matt you were already so in love with him that it wasn’t a possibility. 

Matt could clearly see the gears going in your own head as his face melted into a tender smile. “I’ve only wanted to do that for about ten years now,” he admitted effectively causing your heart to stop completely for a moment, “I’m in love with you, Y/N. You’re the only one that I ever want to come home to. I want you to stay with me.”

You didn’t even have to think about it. This was everything you had ever wanted. There was a lot to discuss but for today you could focus on the man before you and helping him heal from his disappointment. You’d have time to discuss all the details.

[myelocin]

the concept of the end | miya atsumu

synopsis: in which miya atsumu has a hard time accepting of how and why the world allows for endings to exist as much as beginnings.

characters: miya atsumu, you, + crumbs of inarizaki i think lol

genre: angst, slice of life

wc: 1600+

-

in reality, all there really is are two things: the beginning and the end. 

for one, starting and finishing the more mundane chores in life. much like his routine during a saturday, he thinks. he hates the non stop practice held on the weekends, but at the same time would be too restless at home if he were to miss a day. 

“it’ll be over soon,” wasn’t much a comfort because that was just a fact. things that have a beginning will always have some sort of an end--eventually. what atsumu did do though, was try to show up at the very last minute, savoring as much as he could from his remaining time free before showing up to practice with a huff and not much of a game plan. 

“the sooner we start, the sooner we’ll end,” kita used to say, and atsumu would be quick to wave him off without much of an argument.

in a way, he was right, but it didn’t change the fact that the eight hours to conquer afterwards wouldn’t be brutal on the body.  

the mundane parts of life worked like a schedule. there was an expectation that was always met at before or at the end of the twenty four hours offered in a day. 

 so when he’d pick up the ball, first he’d inwardly huff at the dreaded hour by hour schedule of the day where he knew would pass by him slowly, then he’d will his body to move through the motions.

hour by hour. step by step.

jump. toss. spike. land. repeat.

end.

for him, the mundane always had a sense of eternity. he didn’t know whether to like it or not.

so atsumu decides he doesn’t.

and when he meets you, for the first time he’s nervous because he knows from the moment you exchanged hellos—that was your beginning. 

this time, time didn’t move at a snail’s pace. this time, time felt like it was leaping from one year to the next in just a snap. his undercut growing and roots of the dyed blonde showing felt like it happened overnight. and even if he liked it—he didn’t know if he wanted to stay in  it.

atsumu knew he wanted to stay with you, but the end being as inevitable in nature as it is, always lingered in the back of his mind.

to the point where as the time with you passed, the more atsumu chose to grasp at the frayed edges of the present so when the future came, he could stay in some semblance of the past. 

because for atsumu, the end meant coming back home after a month long vacation from paradise. the end, meant osamu, who he spent more than half his life building his life plans with choosing to branch off of volleyball. it meant receiving a diploma at graduation and only seeing the group of people he’d loved break off of his line of connection and only appear as a text during the holidays. 

and even if people, for as long as the concept of time was created, tried their hardest to prolong the inevitable end of some things—they were only half met goals in the end.

“i’ll see you soon!,” “text you often!” “we’ll meet up tomorrow, right?” were plans.

plans that may have seen the light one or two times but end with an ellipsis anyway.

the end, meant eventually closing a chapter with you  too.

and it was terrifying, atsumu thought. because it wasn’t like before; it wasn’t like the days where he knew how the schedule of the day played through hour by hour until the end. 

the end, with you has always just been a mystery. at every argument that continued in a sort of loop instead of landing somewhere solid, at every time either of you walked out during heated confrontations, and every time he thought that you wanted to give up. 

and perhaps that’s why he chose to make the decision for you. 

“we should just break up,” he hears himself say, but the voice inside him rebels.

"no,” atsumu thinks. “please say no.”

but instead, you nod your head and drop your shoulders. 

“are you relieved?” he thinks, the look of apathy settling on his face as his heart clenches at your reaction. “please say something else.”

“is this what you want?” you ask him, voice ringing in the silence. 

“yes,” atsumu replies.

“no,” the voice in his head retaliates.

“then i’ll respect that,” you tell him before the silence envelops the room again. 

-

“if there’s a beginning, there’s an end,” atsumu read out loud once from a quote posted with an ad.

and for him, letting you go was a means of evading the inevitable end. you were someone atsumu didn’t want to watch in desperation as the end chased the beginning he started with you.

time, or at least how it was with you, wasn’t something he measured by the hours of the day or the seconds in a minute. with you, time did everything but pass him slowly. and because he didn’t want you to end, atsumu chose to live in the mundane again.

the mundane where time passed him by the hourly schedule. where starting the day at eight and looking at the five pm end felt more eternal than tangible.

but at least, atsumu thought, even though you were apart—in a way, time for the both of you stretched.

in this case, the end of you was when you sat across him one day, a wedding invitation in between the two of you.

“why would ya’ want your ex at your own wedding?” he asks, and atsumu focuses on the rim of your coffee mug instead of the looped calligraphy on the white piece of paper.

he hears you laugh, and atsumu feels the muscles in his neck twitch. “look at her,” the voice in his head insists, but he clenches his jaw and tightens his fingers against the underside of the table instead.

“so we can have an ending,” you reply, voice almost like a resigned sigh and atsumu regrets his decision to look at you as soon as his neck snaps up.

you look refreshed. the look in your eyes telling him that you were far from his grasp. timeless, atsumu thinks. you’ve always looked timeless. always the one to personify the start for him.

the start being the beginning of everything that taught atsumu the roots of patience and love. the start to questioning the concept of the end and where he is in the spectrum of accepting to let things simply be.

“i thought our ending was the one from four years ago,” atsumu says slowly, just testing the waters and waiting for whether a shift in your calm will come or not.

it doesn’t. instead, you offer him a smile. one where he knows that if he tries to return would only look strained at best.

“did we really?” you ask him and atsumu can only open his mouth as silence renders him speechless.

so even as he sits across you, heart yearning and stomach clenching as the inevitable breathes its presence against his neck, atsumu realizes he’s never felt more far away.

he’s really always just yearned for you as time for him became a loop while for you, it became a witness to your journey.

then you look at him, you back in the present as you push the invitation with the calligraphy that doesn’t loop the letters of his name towards him again.

“i’ll understand if you won’t go, but i just had to put it out there that you’re still welcome to be in my life, atsumu. i don’t think i’ve ever let the chapter of you end.”

atsumu blinks at your words, wishing for his brain to start turning so you wouldn’t sit across him looking lost. sadness, he thinks, has never been a good look on you. so he wishes for his tongue and vocal chords to chime in a joke. anything—just so the haze that told him of your insecurities would clear.

atsumu only wishes to see your eyes.

and like heaven’s grace deciding to drop him crumbs of salvation, it does. you smile at him like you would an old friend and atsumu’s slapped with the reality that now that’s all he really is—an old friend.

time, to him, as he remained and chose to love you again from the mundane felt like it moved hour by hour instead of the four years that he just now realizes that you soared through.

the ring on your finger catches the light from the window. it’s bright.

he raises his head and meets your eyes which seem to glow in the dim lighting of the corner. it’s blinding.

“so see you later?” you say, smiling as you stand up and clap him once on the shoulder before moving past—and away—from him.

the chimes by the door tell him you’ve made it outside. he holds his breath. when he thinks of you, he’s still blinded.

see you later, atsumu resonates. and it felt like the see you later the stranger’s kid from the park used to tell him back when he was young. the one he never met again.

“yeah, see you around,” atsumu replies, to the traces of you, and to no one in particular.

he knows that this time, as he watches you walk away, a reunion isn’t promised. atsumu’s always believed that the universe has ways of letting stories end, so instead of waiting for the ellipses fade into an abandoned closure, like before, he chooses to write the ending himself.

this time, he listens to the universe and lets the inevitable finally catch up.

and as he sighs, watching you turn the corner and disappear, he allows for the end to arrive.

see you later, he thinks. in another lifetime, maybe.

-

[superbadassnatural]

Not Friends

Summary: It’s time for a wedding! Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his family. Good thing his friend Y/N is willing to help. Pairing: Dean x Reader // Sam x Jess Word count: 8,846 Warnings: fluff, fake dating, nudity (but it’s barely there), waxing A/N: this was writen for “SPN Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge” hosted by the darling @supernatural-jackles. There are 7 prompts in this one and they’re all in bold. Hope y’all enjoy!

“I still don’t get why you asked me to do this. I’m not a professional,” you mumbled. “Since it’s the first time you’re doing this, you  really should’ve gone to a professional.”

“I know, I know,” Jess sighed, taking another gulp of the wine. “I lost track of time and forgot to set an appointment. It’s just that Sam is planning something special for this weekend. I wanted to look nice.”

“You’ve been together for nearly five years, Jess. The guy asked you to marry him. And knowing him, he doesn’t mind if you wax or trim or do nothing down there.”

“I know he doesn’t. But I’m not just doing this for him. I’m doing this for me,” she said. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” you shrugged. “Alright, now lay down.”

Jess did as told, placing her glass on the nightstand. She was naked from the waist down, a white towel covered her lady bits. You could see it on her face that she was nervous. It would be better if she was a little drunk for you to do this.

“Move the towel so we can get going,” you asked, holding a popsicle with a large blob of yellow wax.

She gritted her teeth and her breath was caught in her throat when you spread the burning wax over the top of her mound. Jess clenched her eyes shut.

“We shouldn’t do this. I’m already regretting it.”

“You’ll be fine, Jess. Trust me.”

Jess took in a deep breath, relaxing a little.

“Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you,” you said before pulling the strip off.

“Fuck!” She nearly screamed, sitting up straight.

“Here,” you offered her the bottle of wine. “See? It wasn’t that bad.”

“It wasn’t that bad?” Her blue eyes widened. “It was worse than I expected.”

“You know that we’re not finished, right?”

“I know,” she cried, taking another gulp of the whine and finishing the bottle.

Jess laid back and you repeated the process. She winced once again.

“And to think I was gonna ask you to be my maid of honor.”

“You were what?” You exclaimed.

“Well, I was gonna ask you properly next week and it was gonna be beautiful, but I guess I ruined everything.”

“I can’t believe you chose me to be your maid of honor,” you couldn’t stop the big smile to spread over your lips, happy tears welled in your eyes.

“Really?” She smiled. “I thought it was kinda obvious.”

“Of course not! I was sure you were gonna ask one of your sisters.”

“Y/N, we both know that none of them would be able to help organize a wedding.”

“I’m truly honored, Jess,” you hugged her. “God, you’re gonna have the wedding of your dreams.”

“I love you, Y/N/N.”

“I love you too.”

Three years ago, Sam proposed to Jess. You still remember the day when she came running to your place to tell you everything and show the beautiful diamond ring on her finger. She was truly happy. Her blue eyes held a glisten you had never seen before. You were happy for her.

Jess wanted a big wedding. She had enough money to throw a magnificent ceremony. Sam was a bit worried about how they would afford it so they decided to wait to get married. They worked out on a budget and started saving money. Both of them had established jobs; Sam as a lawyer and Jess as a prosecutor. They saved enough money to have their dream wedding. Twice.

You helped Jess organize everything. You hired one of the best wedding planners in the U.S. and they were perfect. Jess was on cloud nine. She still had some stress, but in the end, she reminded herself that everything would be okay. She was nervous people wouldn’t come because it was a destination wedding. Sam and Jess picked Maui, Hawaii for their ceremony. More specifically, Makena Cove Beach. So she saved extra money to pay for the guests’ staying at a resort. It was a damn expensive wedding.

Jess was born into a wealthy family. They never had to worry about money. Good thing they weren’t snobs. Her parents insisted on paying for hers and the bridesmaids’ dresses. They paid yours too. They even wanted to pay for Sam’s tuxedo, but John and Mary wouldn’t have it. Her parents wanted to help. Their oldest daughter was getting married and they wanted to give her everything. It was nice of them. Jess and Sam were glad for their willingness to help, but they also wanted to be more independent and bear the expenses.

Sam wasn’t born into a rich family, but the Winchesters weren’t poor either. John owned a law firm in Lawrence and Mary owned a bakery. They couldn’t assist as much as Jess’ parents, but they managed to help out anyway.

October 24th was getting closer and closer. You were so excited about their wedding day. Seeing them so radiant was priceless. They deserved all the happiness in the world. With less than one week left for the ceremony, you had to do the last touch-ups for the reception. That includes finishing your speech.

You had never thought you’d enjoy organizing a wedding this much. Thanks to you and the bridesmaid team, Jess had an epic bachelorette party. And poor Sam had to deal with the bachelor party Dean threw for him. It was a nice party, of course, but Sam wasn’t the kind of guy that enjoyed being around strippers. The bridal shower was fun too and she got lots of nice gifts.

Dean, the best man and your best friend, was doing everything he could to support his brother. He even went out with Sam to buy his tuxedo.

“Hey Claire,” you grinned walking into the car shop.

“Hi Y/N,” she smiled. “Dean said you were coming. He’s in the back.”

“Thanks, darling.”

Winchester’s Auto Shop. Dean was passionate about cars since he was a little kid. He became a mechanic and after years of hard work, he opened his own shop. You were proud of him. Seeing him conquer so much in his life only made you love your best friend even more.

“Hey you,” grinning, you spotted Dean underneath his car.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, struggling with whatever he was doing to the muscle car.

“Why are you working on Baby?” You nudged his feet.

“Had to replace the pipe,” he said before standing up to meet you. His grey shirt and denim jeans covered in grease. “And done.”

Your fingers trailed over the shining hood. Dean circled the car and started the engine. The impala roared to life, a purr following.

“There you go, Baby,” a wide smile spread on his lips. He turned off the ignition and took a step back, contemplating the beauty of his most precious possession. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Yeah, Dean, she is,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “Alright, why did you call me here?”

“We can talk in my office,” he suggested. “With chairs and AC.”

You nodded and followed him to his office. He opened the door and you rushed to the comfortable chair in front of his desk. There was something about his office that was very homey. It made you feel at ease.

Dean headed to the mini-fridge and picked a couple of beers for the two of you. He sat on his desk, handing your beverage. You frowned at him, taking a gulp. He seemed tense.

“Alright, Winchester, spill.”

“I, uh, I know this kinda seems out of the blue and that I should’ve talked to you sooner, but,” he stopped his rambling and only made you more anxious.

“But?” You arched your eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I just need you to do this one little thing for me,” his pleading green eyes held your gaze.

“And that is…”

“Fake date me?” His lips curled into a weak smile as his brows furrowed, voice full of uncertainty.

“Sure,” you shrugged. “But why?”

“My parents are gonna be at Sam’s wedding and I don’t want them to pick on me for not having someone, you know?” His eyes fell to his lap, the beer in his hand untouched. “I mean, Sam’s their youngest and he’s getting married. I don’t even have a girlfriend. ‘Sides, you know everything there is to know about me so it would be easier for them to buy it. You sure you wanna do it?”

“I’m sure, Dean,” you smiled at him, placing your hand over his. Green eyes looked up to meet you. “There’s nothing wrong about being single at your age. And if your parents think otherwise, screw them.”

“Thanks, Y/N/N.”

“You’re lucky, you know?”

“And why’s that?” He took a large gulp of his beer.

“You’re gonna get to kiss me anytime you want,” you shrugged. “Just a heads up, people say I’m a pro at that.”

“Guess I’m gonna have to find that out myself,” he winked at you.

A comfortable silence fell in the room. Both of you nursed your beers isolated in your worlds.

“Did you finish your speech?” You asked.

“Yeah. It turned out really good actually. Did you finish yours?”

“Not yet,” you sighed. “I’m still trying to figure out how not to cry when I read it.”

Dean chuckled, standing up and putting on his blue flannel.

“I’m done for the day. Do you need a ride?” You nodded in response. “You going to Rocky’s or home?”

“Rocky’s,” you sighed in frustration as you headed to the door. “Gotta make up for the time Pam is gonna cover for me.”

“I thought you were gonna close the bar while we are in Hawaii.”

“I was, but Pam thought it was better to keep it open. She has way more experience in running a bar so I decided to go by her.”

Dean opened the door to the impala for you before getting behind the steering wheel. He turned the ignition and Baby’s loud purr filled your ears.

“I don’t get why we’re traveling tomorrow already,” he whined. “The wedding is only Saturday. We could hop on the plane on Thursday.”

“C’mon, I’m the maid of honor. In case anything goes wrong, I’m there,” you explained. “And you, Winchester, are the best man. You gotta help me.”

The ride to the bar was mostly quiet, saved for the sound of one of Dean’s cassettes. The night was falling and you were glad the bar closed at 10pm tonight. Dean pulled up in the driveway. You couldn’t find it in you to get out of the car and go to work. Monday nights were always dead and that’s way worse than having a busy night. The time just didn’t seem to pass.

“Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Nah, I’m good,” you smiled. “Thanks, Dean,” you leaned and pecked his stubbled cheek.

“Take care, sweetheart.”

You hopped out of the car, making your way to the bar. Every time he dropped you off at work or at home, he’d wait for you to come in then he’d head out. Tonight was no different.

“Y/N,” you turned and found Dean leaning on his seat. “Do you want to meet me at the airport or I pick you up and we head to the airport?”

“Pick me up,” you smiled. “Eight sharp, Dean.”

“Alrighty,” his lips curled into a smile. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Dean-o.”

————

“Ugh, I’m so, so tired,” you grumbled, plopping down onto the airplane seat.

“Hmm, me too.”  

Dean reclined his chair, his eyes were already closed. The plane hadn’t even taken off and he was almost asleep.

“Dean,” your voice was ever so soft.

“Hmm,” he blinked an eye open to take a peek at your pleading face.

“I’m cold.”

“Alright, c’mere,” he sneaked his arm around you, pulling you closer to his body. Your head laying on his chest. “Better?”

“Better.”

“You aren’t cold, are you?”

“Not really,” you chuckled. “Just love some snuggle before falling asleep. And I know that planes make you uncomfortable. So I hope this helps.”

“It does,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Now go to sleep.”

You and Dean slept through almost the entire flight. You called a cab and made your way to the resort you were staying at. Sam and Jess wanted to pay for yours and Dean’s stay, but you insisted on paying yourselves. They would already cover for most of the guests either way. Money would be a little tight this month, but it was worth it. It was your best friend’s wedding for Christ’s sake.

“Are you sure we’re at the right place?” You asked Dean as you both stood awestruck in front of the resort with your bags in hands.

“Uh-huh,” he swallowed thickly.

“This is so fancy. I don’t think I know how to behave in a place like this.”

“I don’t think I do either,” he chuckled.

You went to the reception and got the keys to your room. A gasp left your lips as you stepped inside. The room seemed to shine before your eyes. It was out of this world. The sprawling leather couch in front of the fifty inches tv had your breath hitching in your throat.  

“Oh my God, look at this view,” you let go of the bags and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The palm trees and the crystal blue water were a sight to behold. Sam and Jess had picked a beautiful place to get married.

“Y/N, come here,” Dean called from where you assumed to be the bathroom.

“Wow,” your eyes widened as they landed on the enormous bathtub. “I could easily drown in there.”

Your fingers roamed over the counter. Everything was in marble and hand-crafted tiles. Everything was magnificent and fancy. As well as the bath, the power shower was huge. Oh, the jacuzzi.

“I’m never leaving this room,” said Dean. “Sam can find another best man.”

“See? That’s one of the reasons why we came earlier.”

The cream Egyptian cotton sheets covering the king-sized bed made it difficult not to jump on and take a nap. You set on the edge, your body almost melting.

“Oh god, it’s memory foam.”

Dean’s lips curled into a smile as he watched you close your eyes. You were enjoying way too much. Your palms were flat on the mattress, taking in all its softness.

“I can sleep on the couch if you want,” he suggested.

“Don’t be silly. This bed is big enough for both of us. Plus, it’s not gonna be the first time we share a bed, fake boyfriend,” you shot him a wink. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop in the shower. I’m disgusting.”

“You go,” he nodded. “I’ll text Sam to let them know we arrived safe.”

“You do that,” you smiled, picking your clothes from the suitcase. “Also, can you call the ceremonial? Let her know that we’re here and we’d like to meet her today,” you asked before entering the bathroom. 

“Will do.”

Steam filled the room as you cut the shower on. The water poured on your body, massaging your tense muscles. You bathed quickly. You had a lot of things to do before Sam and Jess arrived.

The afternoon flew by you. Barbara, the ceremonial, had everything perfectly mapped out. Her team would arrive on Thursday. That would give them plenty of time to wrap up the last details of the rehearsal dinner and the ceremony.

You and Dean finished your speeches. It would be hard to hold back the tears. You spent the rest of the day mostly in the room. Both of you were still too tired to wander around the resort. The following morning, after having a delicious breakfast, you and Dean explored the resort.

Turned out that Dean isn’t that good at the tennis table. At least now you had something to hold against him. Then he kicked your ass at pool and darts. That wasn’t nice.

You spent most of the afternoon at the pool. Dean was a bit annoyed at first because he didn’t want to apply sunscreen. He said he didn’t need it. Boy, that pissed you off. If he wanted to look like a shrimp at his brother’s wedding, then he didn’t need it after all. Dean could be as stubborn as a mule when he wanted to. But he gave in and applied it. He was even embarrassed to ask you to apply it on his back.

Sam and Jess were on their way. You were excited about their arrival. You couldn’t wait to show her around the resort. Unfortunately, they arrived late at night. You just stopped by their room to check on them before going to bed. They were extremely tired. They had worked all morning and flew by lunchtime.

Dean was in bed, searching through the channels when you stepped into the room. His hair was a little wet, spiking in multiple directions. You plopped yourself down beside him, already in your pajamas.

“My mom and dad are on the plane right now,” he grumbled, his eyes fixated on the screen.

“That’s good.”

“They’re gonna be here tomorrow morning,” Dean added. “And they want to have lunch. You, me, Sam and Jess.”

“Guess it’s happening then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.

“Do they know that you’re ’with’ me?” you glanced up at him.

“Mmhmm,” he turned his attention to you. “I didn’t say your name ‘cause I knew there was a chance you wouldn’t want to do this.”

“Guess I’m gonna meet your parents, boyfriend,” you grinned.

“You are,” Dean chuckled and you yawned.

“Good night, Dean,” you pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

“Night, sweetheart.”

You turned on your stomach, right leg hiking up as the other stood straight. Your arm was tucked under the pillow. The room went completely quiet as Dean turned off the tv. You found it odd that he remained sat instead of going to sleep.

“Y/N/N?” His voice was unsure and as quiet as a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You awake?”

“No, I’m dead,” Dean shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. “What’s up, Dean?” You turned on your back to face him. He laid on his side and you did the same.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m sure, Dean,” you reassured him, fingers making their way to play with his hair. “It’s bad that I’m gonna lie to your parents the first time I meet them. But I’m doing this for you. Don't overthink this, Dean.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Oh, I don’t think I do,” you teased.

“Ah, shut up,” he chuckled.

“I love you too.”

“I know you do,” he smiled, his warm hand came up to your cheek, knuckles caressing your skin. A trail of goosebumps wandering through your body. “Sleep tight, sweetheart,” his lips met your forehead, lingering a little bit longer than usual.

He turned his back to you, shifting in his sleeping position. His hand reached for the bedside lamp and turned it off. You were facing the back of his head, breath still caught in your throat. You shook your head and turned to your side, waiting for the sleepiness that seemed to have faded.

Sunshine invaded the room. The curtains didn’t put any resistance on keeping the room dark. The orange glow made you clamp your eyes, before fluttering it open. You blinked a few times to adjust to the bright daylight. A heavyweight in your middle made you frown. Then you became more aware of your surroundings and realized what it was. Dean’s arm was draped over your waist, his knees tucked into yours. His chest was pressed flush to your back. You took in deep breaths. It was not the first time you’d shared a bed. But he has never been this close.

“Morning,” his voice sounded hoarse from sleep. Dean nuzzled into your neck, a shiver ran down your spine, his arm tightening around you.

“Good morning,” you beamed, voice a little husky.

“Don’t wanna get up,” he whined.

“Me neither,” you mumbled. “But I’ve got so much to do today.”

“No, you don’t. You have lunch with my parents and rehearsal dinner tonight. Other than that you’re free to spend the whole morning asleep.”

“Yeah, but I can’t. I’ve gotta talk to Jess about some things. Especially about our fake dating thing.”

“I’ve told Sam so she probably already knows.”

“You’re right,” you nodded. “Thank god I was able to set up a massage session for us after lunch.”

“We’re getting a massage?” You couldn’t see, but you were sure his eyes had lightened up like a Christmas tree.

“Not us, silly,” you chuckled. “Me and Jess.”

“You’re the worst.”

“If I had set it up for us, you’d hit on the masseuse and turn that into porn.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” his voice raised about an octave. “I would fall asleep the second she touched me.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, you would,” you scoffed.

“Why can’t we just go back to sleep? I’m tired,” he pleaded, burying his face in the curve of your neck. “You’re so comfy.”

He pulled you closer to him. Your body tensed as you felt a hardness against your ass.

“Dean, you, uh,” he noticed you stiffen in his hold.

“Oh, crap,” he pulled away as if your skin burned him. “Shit. Sorry. I, uh, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay. That’s normal, Dean. I know it wasn’t on purpose or because you were, uh, you know.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I mean it,” you smiled sympathetically. “Now go get changed so we can have breakfast. I promised Jess I’d meet her in an hour.”

Sam decided to have breakfast with you while Jess was at a yoga class. Since they’d decided on a date to get married, Jess started to hit the gym and go to yoga classes. She wanted to be in her best shape on her wedding day. It wound up becoming more of a way to relieve stress than anything else.

“Have you two come up with a story for mom and dad?” Sam asked.

“What do you mean?” Dean frowned at his brother, stuffing the last bite of his croissant in his mouth.

“They’re gonna ask you how you met, how long you met each other, how long you’ve been together, where’d you go on your first date-“

“Nah, they’re not gonna ask,” Dean shook his head. “They’re gonna focus on you and Jess.”

“Dude, you only introduced them to a girl once. And that was a long time ago. Of course, they’re gonna want to know more of you and Y/N. Take it from me. When I brought Jess home, mom wouldn’t stop asking questions. You know how she gets excited.”

“Leave it for me,” you said after taking a sip of your coffee. “I’m good at improv.”

“Your stories need to match.”

“I’m just gonna tell them the truth and change some bits. Add more romance. And voila. Dean and Y/N’s love story.”

“If you blow it, I’m gonna tell them you brainwashed me,” Dean warned you.

“Chill, Dean-o,” you bumped his shoulder. “I got everything under control.”

———

“Mom and dad, this is Y/N,” Dean motioned to you.

“Oh, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” Mary squealed, wrapping her arms around. Your eyes widened at her reaction. She squeezed you and you hugged her back.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Winchester.”

“Oh, please, call me Mary,” she said, pulling away and offering you a smile.

“So we finally meet the great Y/N, huh,” John grinned, a heat crept on your cheeks.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Winchester,” you smiled.

“Call me John, kid.”

“Right.”

Dean pulled out the chair for you to sit and sat beside you. Mary and John were at each head of the table.

“Oh, Y/N, we heard so much about you,” Mary smiled.

“You did?” Your surprise couldn’t even be hidden. You glanced at Dean and he shrugged with a head tilt.

“Of course we did. This guy wouldn’t stop talking about you so it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“You got him wrapped around your finger, kiddo,” said John.

You smiled sheepishly. The table fell into a comfortable silence as you looked through te menu, deciding to have the same as Dean.

“Sam, are you nervous about tomorrow?” Mary grinned.

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Jess’ eyes shone every time she mentioned her wedding.

“Jess, I can’t wait to see your dress,” Mary grinned.

“Oh, it’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen.”

“You’ve seen it?” Mary’s blue eyes widened at you.

“Not only have I seen it, but I was there when she bought it. You’re gonna love it.”

“Y/N is my maid of honor.”

“Really? That’s great!”

“We’ve known each other since kindergarten. She was the one to introduce me to Sam,” she smiled. “She’s my other half.”

Jess extended her hand across the table, linking your fingers.

“Hey!” Sam feigned offense. She chuckled and pecked his lips into a sweet kiss.

“Dean, honey, you’re awfully quiet today,” his mom said softly.

Dean looked up from his dish, his mouth full. Smiling at him, you reached for his hair. His shoulders were tense and he had barely said a word since you sat to eat.

“Oh, he’s just afraid you’re gonna like me better than him.”

Everyone laughed and you heard a small chuckle escape his lips. He was tense and even a little nervous. You could understand that. Dean was afraid his parents wouldn’t buy your story. That would be the worst.

The table was filled with laughter. Mary did most of the talking. She asked Sam and Jess a lot of questions about their wedding. You could hear how happy she was from the way she talked. You were surprised she didn’t question you about your relationship with Dean.

“So, Y/N,” Mary turned to you.

“Oh boy, here we go,” you straighten your posture, taking a deep breath. Everyone laughed at your response.

“Please, Y/N, tell me about you and Dean. I need all the details,” her pleading blue eyes only made a stain of guilt appear on your stomach. “No, not all the details. Those you can keep to yourself.”

“Mom,” Dean nearly whined, a shade of pink coloring his cheeks.

“Ugh, gross,” John chuckled.

“Where can I start…” you needed to articulate your thoughts so the story would be convincing enough for them to believe. “About six years ago, I was driving home from my parents' house and my car broke down. I called… what was the name again?” You asked Dean.

“Jamie’s auto shop.”

“Right. I called James's auto shop and waited for the guy. The guy took way too long. It was dark and there was no one on the road. I thought I was gonna be eaten by wolves-“

“Just to be clear, there are no wolves in Lebanon, Kansas,” he interrupted you.

“You don’t know that,” you spat at him and he shrugged. “As I was saying, the guy took so long I thought he was coming on foot. It turned down he wasn’t. He was just driving like my grandma,” Dean had to bite down a laugh as he shook his head. “Then he climbed out of the car. The moment I saw those piercing green eyes, I knew I was a goner. And all those things you see in movies like the heart beating out of your chest, butterflies in your stomach. I felt all that stuff. And he was a gentleman. He made sure to drive me home. He fixed my car and gave me a really nice discount.”

“Are you telling me that it took him six years to introduce you to us?” Mary’s blue eyes were wide under arched brows.

“If it makes you feel better it took him five years to ask me on a date,” you shrugged.

Mary kept on asking about yours and Dean’s relationship. Some things were easier to answer. Others not much. Your palms started to sweat when questions started to get a little more personal. She wanted to know more about you. She asked about your family and what you did for a living. Your voice started to waver. You didn’t want to tell her that you owned a bar. A part of you feared what she’d think of you once you told her about your job. Hell, not even your parents liked the idea. What would she think of you? And why did you feel like you needed her approval?

“I, uh, I-“ you couldn’t find the words to say, your mind was hazy and your thoughts seemed to have disappeared.

Dean must have noticed because you felt a warm hand reaching for your thigh. His touch was reluctant, but soothing. He squeezed your skin softly, reminding you that he was there.

“C’mon, mom. It’s been years since I presented you to a girl and now you’re trying to scare her off?” His arm sneaked around your back, bringing your body closer to his. “This one was so damn hard to find. And there’s still time for her to get sick of me and dump me. But you’re not gonna do that, right sweetheart?” You shook your head, a smile spreading over your lips. “Good,” Dean pressed a kiss to your temple and you relaxed instantly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Mary apologized.

“It’s okay. You can ask me whatever you want.”

“But not today,” Dean stared at his mother, his voice almost sounded like a warning. “Hell, ask Jess all the questions. She can’t run away from Sam anymore. I mean, technically she still can-“

“Dude, don’t give her any ideas,” Sam played along.

“Anyways, it was lovely to meet you guys, but Y/N and I have a couples massage session in one hour back at the resort. We should get going,” Dean lied, he wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible. He was afraid his parents would make you uncomfortable again.

You hugged them and headed out of the restaurant. John and Mary would head back to their hotel while Sam and Jess were going to meet the ceremonial. They needed to go over a few things for the rehearsal dinner tonight.

“Do you want me to call a cab or do you want to walk back to the resort?” He asked.

“We can walk,” you shrugged.

“Okay,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’ve had it worse,” you brushed it off as if it didn’t matter.

“Of course it’s not fine. She shouldn’t have asked you so many questions. And she shouldn’t have made you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, Dean. She was just making sure you were with someone decent.”

“Well, she’s anything but decent.”

“Dean,” you scolded. “She’s your mother. Don’t talk about her like that.”

He only shrugged. The rest of the way was quiet. You were in front of the resort in no time. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Jess. She’d meet you in your room in fifteen minutes then you’d head down to the spa.

You decided to take a shower before meeting her. The water helped ease the tension in your shoulders. You headed out of the bathroom and found Dean laying in bed. His ankles crossed as he flipped through the channels.

“You owe me a couples massage session,” he mumbled.

“You wish, Winchester,” you rolled your eyes. “Alright, I’ll be back in an hour or so, do I meet you here or you have plans with Sam?”

“Sam and I are gonna hit the bar.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Don’t drink too much and remember, mister, you have a girlfriend. So don’t go around hitting on chicks.”

“I’d never do that,” he winked. “Now go get your massage and see if you learn something from them so you can give me the best back massage ever.”

“Keep on dreaming, Dean.”

You met Jess at the spa. The masseuses handed you your robes and waited for you to get changed. The moment the woman started to pour her scented oils on your skin, you melted.

“So what has gotten into Mary anyway?” Jess asked. “She wasn’t too rude, but there was no reason for her to ask you all that stuff.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I mean, she just wants the best for her son but I felt like I was being interrogated.”

“Yeah, I know,” she smiled sympathetically. “I had to kick Dean under the table so he’d do something,” you chuckled. “Men are so freaking dumb sometimes.”

“Yeah, they are,” you sighed. “Jess? Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can.”

“Does Dean seem different to you?”

“I haven’t spent much time with him lately, but he seems the same to me.”

“Are you sure he hasn’t been acting any different?”

“I am, Y/N. Now where is this coming from?”

“He’s just been very affectionate lately.”

“Affectionate?”

“Yeah. He’s just, uh- I mean, he always cared for me. Dean is so caring. But lately I feel like something might have changed.”

“And why is that?”

“We’re sleeping on the same bed. It’s not new. We used to have sleepovers and share a bed all the time, but we’d never cuddle or anything. Today, I woke up and he was spooning me. He was so close. His body was pressed against mine, his head buried in my neck. Then I felt his thing,” you blushed and Jess chuckled. “Not to mention that last night before we went to sleep he was a little weird. His hand was on my cheek and he was staring at me as if he could see my soul. Then he kissed my forehead and it lasted longer than it usually does. Now I don’t know if I’m overthinking this or not. I’m just a little confused.

“You like him, Y/N,” Jess’ smile reached her eyes.

“Of course I do, he’s my best friend.”

“No, Y/N, you really like him.”

“Are you not hearing me? He’s my best friend. Of course I really like him.”

“Are you dumb or what? I mean love, Y/N. And not in a friendly way. I mean passion.”

“Pfft, you’re delusional.”

“You know I’m not.”

Silence fell in the room. You did your best to focus on the pressure of the masseuse's fingers pressing and pulling at your skin. The things Jess just said wouldn’t stop crossing  your mind. You knew she was wrong. You and Dean were just friends. But what if she was right?

You walked back to your room and figured Dean was in the shower. You walked to the window and opened. The soothing breeze hitting your skin ever so gently, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

“You’re back,” Dean beamed.

You turned to him. He was in jeans and a fitted grey t-shirt. His wet hair spiked in every possible direction.

“I am,” you smiled. “How was it to hit the bar with Sam?” You asked when you felt his presence beside you. Just like that, it became really hard to have a casual conversation with him.

“It was alright,” he chuckled. “How was the massage?”

“Best thing that ever happened to me,” you groaned in pleasure as you remembered how good it felt.

“Better than meeting me?”

“Almost,” you chuckled.

Dean moved behind you. His arms wrapped around your middle, his chest pressed flush against your back. You stiffened at first, but you couldn’t help but melt into his touch.

“You smell good,” he leaned to your neck. His gravel voice was barely upon a whisper. The feeling of his hot breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to focus on anything but the feeling of having him this close. Your eyes were fixated on the blue sea, on the way the waves crashed onto the shore. But it was impossible.

“Hmmm, really good,” he nearly moaned.

Then you remembered. He had a few drinks with Sam a bit earlier. This was the alcohol talking.

Dean turned you in his arms, his green eyes stared deep into your soul. The air seemed to have become thicker. Or maybe he was just too close. His eyes wandered to your lips. He leaned his head, his breath mingling with yours. You pulled away quickly, clearing your throat. Dean seemed to realize what was happening and turned his head. His eyes falling on the calm, blue waves.

“We should, uh, we should probably get ready,” you suggested.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” he nodded. “I’m, uh, I’m gonna get dressed in the bathroom.”

Dean grabbed his clothes and locked himself in the bathroom. You heard the water from the sink running. What was that? Was he out of his mind? He must have been. If you hadn’t pulled away when you did, he would have… no, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t do that. He was your best friend. He just got a little carried away by the alcohol and the scent of the oils that previously bathed your skin.

You put on light makeup. Just a concealer, a thin coat of foundation and mascara. You picked the dress from the hanger and put it on. The navy blue dress fitted perfectly in your body. It hit your midthighs and seemed appropriate for the occasion.

The sound of the door unlocking echoed through the silent room. Dean got out of the bathroom all dressed up. His suit hugged his body just the right way.

“Can you help me?” You asked.

“Sure.”

“I can’t zip it. Can you do it for me?”

Dean nodded, standing beside you. The soft skin of his fingers touched your skin slightly as he zipped the dress. A different kind of electricity ran through your body.

“Thanks,” you smiled as you turned to him. “Do you want me to…” you motioned to the tie in his hand.

“Yeah, sure.”

You tied his silky red tie, smoothing it’s length. His eyes were roaming around the room, looking anywhere but you. Adjusting the collar of his shirt, you felt his gaze on you. You don’t know how much time you spent staring into each other’s eyes, but after a while he cleared his throat, breaking the trance.

“You ready?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, grabbing your purse and slipping into your heels. “Shall we?”

You headed out of the room and walked down the street. The restaurant Sam and Jess picked was close to the resort. So you wouldn’t get tired of going on foot.

“Hold my hand, we gotta make this look convincing, remember?” You smiled.

His warm hand took a hold of yours before stepping into the restaurant. Most of the people were already there. Jess’ parents were so happy to see you. It had been a while since you had last seen them. Her sisters cheered when their eyes landed on you. They wouldn’t stop giving you malicious looks and wiggling their eyebrows because you got the other brother.

Mary sat beside Dean. At first you were nervous she’d try to make any questions. You knew Dean wouldn’t let her do it, but you still had that feeling. That dissipated the second they started serving dinner. It was delicious and you were glad they had picked this restaurant. The room was filled with laughter and happy conversations.

After everyone had finished eating, Sam and Jess distributed gifts to their parents. They made their toasts, thanking everyone for supporting them and being there for their special day.

“I’ve been waiting for dessert the whole night,” Dean leaned, whispering to you.

“Me too,” you chuckled.

“Though it would be a whole lot better if it were pie.”

They started serving the cake and you were almost drooling. Just as you took the first bite, Mary called you.

“I need to go to the restroom,” her voice was barely audible. “Y/N, do you mind coming with me?”

You were a little taken aback, but agreed anyway. You knew she wanted to talk to you.

“Don’t let anyone touch my cake,” you asked Dean.

You followed Mary to the restroom. You tried to look for any sign of anger on her face but it didn’t show.

“I’m sorry for what I did earlier,” she smiled weakly. “I should have treated you better. I don’t know what got into me.”

“Mary, it’s okay. Really. You were just looking out for Dean.”

“He loves you, you know?” You smiled. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you as if you were his whole world. John used to look at me that way when we were your age.”

You didn’t know what to say to her. A part of you wanted to tell her it wasn’t real. He was faking it and he needed her to buy it. But another part of you wanted to believe in what she said.

“I’m glad he has someone like you, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Mary,” you smiled.

God, she’s gonna hate you if she ever finds out the truth.

“Now let’s go. I’ve stolen much of your time already.”

You made your way back to the table feeling a lot lighter.

“Everything okay?” Dean asked once you sat beside him.

“Yeah,” you smiled. Finally, you’d be able to eat your cake. Except there was no cake. “Where’s my dessert, Dean?”

“What?”

“Where’s my cake?” You made sure to not speak too loud for others to hear.

“I don’t know,” he sounded nervous.

“I can’t believe you ate my cake.”

“No, I didn’t,” he chuckled.

“Of course you did! You’re laughing,” you argued. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you with my food.”

“Look, I’m laughing because you’re angry. I swear I didn’t do it,” he held his hands up in surrender.

“If it wasn’t you, then who was it?”

“I don’t know. It probably was that kid,” he pointed to Jess’ nephew.

“Of course, Dean, blame it on the kid,” you hissed with a roll of your eyes.

“Look, I’m gonna get you another piece, alright?”

“You better.”

He did get another piece of dessert. It was delicious and you were as happy as a kid in a candy shop.

The rehearsal dinner came to an end and people started to leave.

“You guys are not heading back with us?” You asked the happy, soon-to-be-married couple.

“No, we still have some things to wrap up here,” Sam smiled.

“Okay,” you nodded. “You were amazing today. Everything was beautiful. I can’t wait for tomorrow,” you smiled, hugging Sam before hugging your best friend. “I love you both.”

You and Dean headed out of the restaurant and started to walk back to the resort.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?”

“I’d love that,” you said.

You walked to the beach. You breathed in the ocean carried air. Dean took off his shoes and you did the same. The soft golden sand seemed to caress your feet with its comforting warmth. The night sky along the calm sea looked like a painting.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Dean said as he noticed your eyes shine just as bright as the stars in the sky.

“It is,” you smiled.

“Let’s go in there.”

“What?” You turned abruptly to him.

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged. “There’s no here. We can go in fully clothed or not.”

“Okay.”

“We’re doing this fully clothed or not?”

“Fully clothed.”

He nodded, shrugging off his suit, and loosening his tie. Dean took your heels from you and placed it along with his pieces of clothes on the sand. Distant enough so nothing would get wet.

Dean held out his hand for you to take. He grinned before running into the water with you. You squeaked when the cold water hit your legs.

“Shit, it’s cold,” goosebumps crept up on your skin.

“Stop being such a baby,” he teased, splashing water at you.

“Oh, you did not!”

You did the same to him. Dean chuckled, splashing more water at you. You didn’t know how much time you spent acting like kids. The sound of waves of laughter echoed through the quiet beach. You pushed him and he fell, getting completely drenched. His arms reached out for you, bringing you down with him.

“You’re so mean,” you squealed.

“You started it,” he stood to his feet, holding his hands out.

“No, you started it,” he pulled you up, and once again you were too close to his body.

“Admit it, you had fun,” his hand reached to your face, brushing a few damp strands off your face.

“It was too cold,” you shivered.

“But you had fun.”

“I did,” you smiled.

“Let’s head back, shall we?” 

You nodded. Dean picked up your stuff and put his jacket around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“Just making sure you won’t freeze to death, sweetheart,” he sneaked his arm around your waist.

You walked in silence. You quietly thanked once you saw the resort get closer and closer. Your sore feet were more than glad to be back in your room.

“We should try that jacuzzi, huh?” He suggested.

“Yeah, we should,” you sighed, heading to the bathroom.

“I meant together, like-“

“I know what you meant, Dean,” you said, turning on the jacuzzi. “Now grab that champagne in the mini-fridge.”

He nodded and did as told. You could see there was something off about him.

“You sure you’re okay with the naked thing?” He asked.

“Yeah, of course,” you checked on the temperature and turned on the jets. “Are you?”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He was nervous. You chuckled. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you seem a little nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Okay, good,” you shrugged. “Can you, uh…” you turned to him.

“Yeah, sure,” he slowly unzipped your dress.

The dress pooled around your feet. Dean swallowed thickly at the sight of you in your underwear. His breath was caught in his throat. You slipped off your panties and he instinctively licked his lips. He was glad you had your back to him.

“Alright, I’m not gonna be the only one naked here, right?” You turned to him.

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

You frowned. He unbuttoned his white shirt and tugged down his pants. You blurt out laughing.

“I can’t believe you have a Scooby-Doo underwear!”

“Cool right?” He grinned, pulling off his boxers.

“It’s awesome, you beamed.

You hopped on the jacuzzi, the warm water making you relax instantly. Dean poured champagne for the both of you.

“So I was thinking,” you said before taking a sip at your drink. “Can I grab your butt in front of your parents?”

“No, Y/N, you can’t grab my butt in front of my parents.”

“But it’s so perky,” you pleaded.

“Y/N,” he gave a warning look.

“Okay, okay. I won’t grab your butt in front of your parents.”

“Great,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you in front of my parents?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be right in front of your parents, you know?”

“Yeah?”

“Sure. I mean, friends kiss sometimes.”

“Really?”

“I’m actually surprised you’re asking me this, but yeah, Dean, they do,” you said. “How do you think Jess and I learned how to kiss?”

“Oh, I never thought about that part.”

You chuckled. Both of you fell into silly conversations. It made you forget you were actually naked in front of him.

“We should get out,” he said. “It’s getting late.”

“Yeah, we should.”

Dean stood up, picking your glass from your hand.

“See, it’s perky,” you said.

He chuckled.

“Here you go,” he took your hand in his, helping you out of the tub. Dean wrapped a towel around your shoulders before wrapping one around his waist.

“Dean?”

“What?”

“I dare you to kiss me,”

His green eyes widened, but also looked for any sign that indicated you were kidding. His hand came up to cup your cheek. His plump lips captured yours in a sweet kiss. They glided over each other as if you had done this before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your towel falling in the process. He deepened the kiss as you parted your lips, allowing his tongue to delve into your mouth. His hand on your hip, squeezed your skin, drawing you closer to him. His tongue traced yours in a sensual dance. You tasted the champagne in his warm muscle. A moan was muffled by his lips.

The need for air came sooner than you hoped for. You parted. Neither of you dared to open your eyes. Dean pecked your lips softly before resting his forehead against yours. His thumb caressed your flushed cheek.

“I should, uh, I should go get changed,” he cleared his throat.

You nodded, watching him exit the room. Your fingers traced up to your kiss swollen lips. God, you were screwed.

——— “You look so beautiful. I think I’m gonna cry,” you said to Jess.

She looked perfect. Her gown looked even more beautiful than you remembered.

“Sam won’t know what hit him,” you smiled.

“I’m so glad I chose you as my maid of honor,” she grinned, hugging you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you kissed her cheek. “I need to get going. It’s almost time.”

You headed to the lounge to meet Dean. He was standing there in his tuxedo. You could swear you had never seen him this handsome.

His eyes widened once he saw you. Dean nearly gasped. The rose gold gown fitted your body perfectly, hugging every curve.

“You look, wow,” he smiled. “You look beautiful.”

“You don’t look bad yourself,” you smiled, pecking his lips. “Shall we?”

He linked his arm with yours, guiding you towards the beach. Everything looked so beautiful. It looked as if it had come out of a movie.

You waited for your queue and walked down the aisle to the altar. You and Dean stood on opposite sides.

A trail of goosebumps ran through your body once you spotted Jess. She grinned wide as her eyes found Sam’s. It was happening. Their dream was coming true.

“Family and friends, we’re gathered here today to celebrate the love of Samuel and Jessica.”

You forced your eyes away from the couple only to meet Dean’s green orbs staring at you. His lips curled into a smile. You held each other’s gaze. Your cheeks started to heat up at the intensity of his look.

Sam and Jess read their vows. You cursed at yourself for not focusing on them. Dean’s eyes were drawing you to him. Silly smiles spread wide on your lips.

The ceremony was beautiful. It was better than you and Jess expected. They were pronounced husband and wife and everyone headed to the wedding reception. They danced to the sound of their favorite song. Everyone could see how much they loved each other and how happy they were.

You and Dean made your toasts separately. Both Jess and Sam teared up a little. After the toasts, most people headed to the dance floor.

“Would you like to dance?” Dean held his hand for you as a slow song echoed through the room.

“With you? Always.”

He guided you to where couples were dancing. His hands were placed on your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you swaying to the rhythm of the song.

“So where does this leave us huh?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what happened last night. That wasn’t just two friends kissing. I know it and you know it too.”

“I know, you’re right,” you looked up at him.

“Good,” he smiled. “So no more fake dating?”

“No more fake dating.”

He pecked your lips into a passionate kiss and the whole world fell away.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you,” he said as you parted. “Not even your friends kissing you.”

“Same goes for you, Winchester.”

———

“You’re not gonna join them?” Dean asked behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“Nah, let them have their fun,” you said, watching the group of women gather not so far as they waited for Jess to throw the bouquet.

They all cheered and screamed when she tossed it. You jumped when the flowers fell on your feet.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you rolled your eyes.

“It’s way too soon, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled.

“Alright, ladies,” you announced, holding up the flowers. “$20 and the bouquet is yours,” they all laughed. “No? Ten bucks maybe?”

Dean chuckled, pressing his lips to your cheek.

“You’re one of a kind, sweetheart.”

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