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mydearesthrry · 10 months

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love in secret - h.s.

a/n: ohhhh my loves this one is a mess. please bear with me!!! it gets better. i promise. i love this one so so dearly and its very special to me so please be kind :’( i love you i love you i love you, thank you for choosing to read my work. enjoy <3

🎀 warnings/cw: a really weird creepy uncle (weird comments/advances on yn), a weird creepy guy at a bar, a weird girl at a birthday party, angst, harry yells lol, FLUFF CANT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGHHHH, PROTECTIVERRY nothing too out of the ordinary for me

🐇 pairing: best friend!reader x harry styles to lovers

💐 wc: 5.9k (not edited, completely unproofread)

summary: 5 times when Y/N and harry communicated with just a look to each other, or, 5 times where they just understood.

— 1

The lights in the restaurant were bright. Blinding, really. YN had a hard time even keeping a conversation with someone due to the lights being so bright and her needing to shut her eyes tightly every couple of seconds. It was unfortunate enough that she showed up to the dinner with a headache beginning to brew at the nape of her neck, and she cursed herself in her head at the fact that she let herself just ignore it. The room was filled with loud chatter and laughter, the other patrons enjoying themselves and letting loose with the alcohol provided to them. Her head was hung, hair falling around the sides of her face, allowing for a nice shield to dim the lights a little bit, providing her eyes a little bit of solace from the intrusive brightness.

“Alright y’guys, I’m really tired and I think ‘M gonna head out now.” She could hear Harry announce to the table, pushing his chair back with his legs as he tapped on YN’s thigh with his right hand. Pushing himself up with his legs, he leaned down to whisper a quick ‘get your stuff’ to YN. She agreed without another word, and stood to grab her purse from where it was hung on the chair, pulling it up onto her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling chilly out of nowhere. Harry noticed this– of course he did– and draped the jacket he had resting on his forearm over her shoulders. YN and Harry both said their goodbyes, no one questioning YN packing up her things. Everyone knew that wherever she went he would follow, and wherever he went she would follow.

Slinging his arm over her shoulder, Harry gave one last goodbye from the both of them, before leading her to the back entrance to avoid paparazzi, knowing how much that would hurt her head. He could sense that she was feeling weird from the second she grabbed a seat next to him, but didn’t question her about it. As the night went on, he noticed how she kept blinking harshly, kept rubbing her temples with her fingertips, or rested her forehead on his shoulder for comfort. Suddenly, when she let her head fall, he realized exactly what was happening– she was having a migraine.

Little to no words were shared between them during dinner in an attempt to catch up with their friends who they’d hadn’t seen in a long time, but they were still reminded of each others presence. Harry's been placing soft kisses onto her hair when he felt the weight of her head drop onto his shoulder while also keeping conversation to whoever he was talking to. YN linked their pinky fingers at the beginning of dinner, letting it hang between the two of them for the rest of the night until she had to rub her temples to try and ease the pain. While they didn’t really speak, they had conversations with their eyes that only they could understand.

Harry initially checked on her when she lifted her head from his shoulder the third time, turning his head to look at her only to see that she was already waiting for him. He gave her a look that asked if she was okay, and she answered silently with a small head nod. Even though he didn’t buy it, he left it alone since he knew that they’d be leaving soon anyway.

When she finally got to the sweet solace of Harry’s car, a sigh of relief left her at the darkness inside. The interior of his car was all black with tinted windows, so the dim of the streetlights couldn’t bother her as much either.

“Lovie, y’should’ve told me y’had a migraine, would’ve gotten y’home instantly.” Harry scolds in a low, quiet voice, a frown on his lips when he saw the way she slumped down into the passenger seat, head falling back onto the headrest.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just looked like you were having fun.” She whispered, knowing her voice at full volume would hurt her head.

“Y’are way more important to me than a dinner with our friends. We can see our friends whenever, and it would be much more convenient for the both of us if y’were healthy while doing so.” He grumbled, grabbing the steering wheel with his left hand and reaching over to rest his right hand on her thigh.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear I’m such a burden,” She spat, voice still low. She opened her eyes when she heard nothing but silence to see Harry giving her a look to which she sighed at, grabbing his hand to twist the rings around on his fingers. “I know what you mean. Jus’ being stubborn right now.”

He snorts, “Trust me, I know. ‘S like it’s y’middle name.” He squeezes her hand at the soft laugh she gives, his heart pumping the slightest bit faster.

“Back to mine?” He whispers.

“Obviously.”

— 2

YN rested her back along the arm of the couch, knees pulled up so that she only took up one cushion. Even if the rest of the couch was completely unoccupied beside her, she wanted to be as respectful as possible. The room was almost full by the way producers, writers, and managers scattered around, but she was only there for one of them; the boy in the booth. Harry’s been recording for about 2 hours now and she knew that he was overdue for a break, however, she also knew that he wouldn’t step foot outside of the booth until what he recorded was 100% to his liking, and they both knew that his perfectionist tendencies was his vice.

She sat around for a bit longer, silently playing games on her phone mindlessly while periodically checking the time, until she heard a muffled shout come from the booth– the booth that she knew only had Harry in it. Looking up, she saw Harry with the studio headphones pulled down to hang around his neck, stepping to the side so he wouldn’t be shouting into the microphone. She rolled her eyes and stared at him in annoyance, waiting until he would eventually catch her gaze. Right when he did, he could already see the look in her eyes which made him look down ashamedly, taking the headphones from his neck to put on the mic stand, coming out of the booth like a puppy with its tail between its legs. He already knew he was about to get chewed out by the way she looked at him, almost disappointed by the way he seemed to lack self care when he was working.

“Can we break for a minute, everyone? 30 minutes, tops.” She said loudly enough so everyone could hear her. Everyone immediately agreed and began to shuffle out of the room, leaving only YN and Harry in the space. Once the final person left and they heard the door click shut, she turned her head back to him with a distinct glimmer in her eyes.

“Really, H?” She sighed, gesturing to him to join her on the couch. She slid her legs down and opened them a little, already knowing that he was going to fall and put his entire weight onto her. And she was right. The second she opened her arms, he slumped down into a sitting position at first, before laying down with his head resting just below her chin, head turned toward the soundboard with a pout on his raspberry lips.

“I know, ‘M sorry,” He sighed, arms coming round to rest underneath her back in a loose hold, trying to get as much comfort as possible. “Jus’ hate when it doesn’t come out exactly how I envisioned it.”

“I know, but overworking yourself and your precious voice doesn’t equate to anything and it especially won’t equate to perfection if you’re tired. Looking at it all, especially from my perspective, it jus’ looks like you’re being mean. Like, lashing out on all of those people… they’re tired too, bub. They don’t deserve this kind of treatment from you, especially not when you can help it. Are you seeing what I mean?” She tried to lay it out in the most delicate way possible while also knocking some sense into him, and it all started to make sense to him after all.

“You do know you need to apologize to them, right?” She mutters into his hair, pressing the tiniest of kisses to his hair.

“I know. You’re right. I mean, you’re always right, but you’re especially right, right now. I dunno how y’always know me, or how you always know how t’make it better.” Harry grumbled. He hated this part. He hated when what he was envisioning didn’t come to full fruition right away.

“It’s because I’m your best friend,” She could feel the way they both collectively tensed at her words, “It’s just what I do. I know you better than anyone else in this world and I have since we were toddlers. There’s no way you can be surprised now, ‘M basically your only friend.”

He laughed along with her, trying his best to mask the rejection he felt when he heard her say that she was his best friend. “Y’are, lovie. The only one who knows me like this.”

She hummed. “The only one who ever will,” She said in full conviction. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, their faces close to each other. He could feel her breath on his face, and when he went to lift himself up a little to be able to meet her lips, she cleared her throat and nudged up a bit, creating distance between them.

Tangling her fingers back into his hair, she awkwardly whispered, “Now, rest for a little bit, bub. I’ll wake you up when they’re ready to go.”

— 3

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for YN and Harry to have dinner with each other’s families, but there was something about tonight that made the both of them have a weird twinge in their stomachs that tonight would be different. It started off normal, really. They showed up to YN’s parents house, one of her hands pushed into the crook of his arm. YN had a bottle of wine in her other hand while Harry had his shoved into his pocket. Ringing the doorbell, there was something about the lack of commotion coming from inside that made them share a weird glance, before they shrugged their shoulders in unison and put it to the side when they heard the lock click.

YN’s mom opened the door with a sheepish grin on her face, and YN already knew she was going to spew out an apology for something.

“Hi, my loves, missed you. But, before you both come in,” Her mom wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist, “Uncle Rick is here.”

YN and Harry both groaned, already dreading the dinner that hadn’t even started. They knew something was up when they didn’t hear the shouts of little kids wrestling each other to get to the door, and now it was completely explained why.

Uncle Rick was her dad’s estranged brother who had only started coming around 5 or 6 Christmases ago, and the entire family has had a weird dislike for him since the beginning. He was creepy! As simple as that. He used to make weird comments on her and her sisters bodies, and he liked to talk to Harry about how much money Harry had, while also trying to push out a sob story so Harry would flit him some cash. It never worked, by the way.

“That explains why the rascals weren’t here t’open the door,” Harry muttered, an annoyed and pouty look already on his face. He was excited to see the little ones, and they weren’t even here!

“Harry, stop with the look, don’t be a brat. Both of you, lighten up! I dislike him as much as you do but you two are the only ones who showed up for dinner. Your sisters bailed the second I mentioned him, so please just try to be nice?” YN’s mom scolded Harry. Since they’ve known each other since they were practically still in diapers, she treated him like her own and Anne did the same for YN.

“I’ll try,” Harry grumbled, patting YN’s bum when her mom stepped out of the way to let them in. Unhooking their arms from each other, they pushed their coats off and hung them up. Turning to each other, they shared a look before inhaling deeply at the same time, entwining fingers. “We got this, lovie. I believe in us.”

YN only nodded, trudging forward with him trailing behind her, his arm lifting a bit from the small pull where their hands were conjoined. Walking into the kitchen, she greeted her dad with a side hug in an attempt to not let go of Harry, before pulling back to let Harry greet him as well. They stepped back and looked at her dad expectantly, a sigh emitting when he saw their faces. “Sorry, kiddos. Would’ve told you, but mom wanted you guys to be here to keep us sane.”

“It’s okay, dad, but you have to shut him down if he says something about me. You promised last time.” She sighed, leaning into Harry the slightest bit for no reason other than familiarity and comfort.

“I will, Princess. I promise.” He shook his head fast, immediately abiding to the promise he made a couple of months ago.

“Alright, bub, let’s go say hi,” YN mentally prepared herself as they walked over to the living room, humming when her mom told her to get him for dinner. YN subconsciously tightened her grip on Harry’s hand, him doing the same. “Hi Uncle Rick, you remember Harry, right?”

“How couldn’t I remember? Y’bring that bugger around more than anyone else, I woulda thought he got you locked down. Quite annoying, that one is.” Uncle Rick’s feet were propped up onto the coffee table, a feeling of disgust already swirling in both of their chest when they could smell the mix of beer and smoke oozing from his pores.

“Um– He’s literally right here, and you just called him annoying?” She said quite exasperatedly, a muffled groan leaving her lips. “Whatever, it’s fine. Mom wanted us to tell you that dinner’s ready.”

“God, finally! Your moms been taking forever, annoying how long she takes to get everything ready. I mean, isn’t that her job? To cook and clean? She does a pretty shit job at it if I’m honest.” The man groaned, struggling to even get off the couch. He walked past them and placed a hand on YN’s waist when he passed by, making her jump and twist into the front of Harry’s body. He caught her with ease, letting go of her hand to wrap his arms around her body. He could feel how tense she was, her unease and anger radiating off of her in waves.

“Fuck. My. Life.” She muttered, leaning her face fully into his chest, banging her forehead against it with each word. Harry hummed, placing a few kisses onto her head to conceal the fact that he too, was bubbling with anger.

“Gonna kill him, lovie. The fuck was that, anyway? Calling me annoying when I’m right here? 5 feet away from him? Not a lot of cogs turning in tha’ one’s head, I’ll tell ya,” Harry snorted, trying to relax his best friend a little bit. “Calm down, babe, practically shakin’ in m’arms.”

She sighed, nodding into him. Comfort slowly seeped into her when she felt the gradual pressure of his arms behind her back. “I know, I’m sorry. Thank you for being here, though, you’re the bestest friend I could’ve ever asked for.”

Harry isn’t afraid to admit his heart shatters the tiniest bit at this. He even goes far to unwrap his arms from her frame prematurely, plastering on a fake smile before she can see the frown he had on. “‘S what I’m here for.”

A confused look made its way onto YN’s face, wondering what she said wrong to make him let her go. Opening her mouth to ask, she shut it right after she heard her mom call to them.

“Kids, come eat now!” She shouted.

“Coming!” YN called back, giving Harry one last look, a small look of hurt in her eyes, before pivoting on her heel to walk to the dining room.

They sat down, Uncle Rick at the head of the table with YN and Harry on one side, and her parents on the other. Harry frowned when she didn’t scooch her chair over a bit to be closer to him, and he looked at the amount of space that was between them. Taking initiative, he moved his chair over and rested his hand on her thigh, YN grumbling under her breath but grabbing his hand anyway and interlocking their fingers. Although he was right handed, he’d sacrifice his dominant hand to hold hers any day.

The four of them talked easily, Uncle Rick staying out of the conversations mainly, but he hummed or protested every so often to give pieces of mind (even though it was severely unneeded).

“So, YN, I heard that you graduated a couple of months out of medical school? How’d that go? Normally girls your age sleep around to graduate from something so difficult, hm?” Uncle Rick commented disgustingly, food spewing out of his mouth since he was talking with his mouth full.

“Um– sorry, what?” YN choked on the wine she brought, a fiery look already in her eyes. Her parents’ expressions dropped instantly, her dad already trying to sputter out an apology.

“If you’re implying that I slept with the higher ups to graduate then I’m sorry, you’re dead wrong. I worked so hard to get to where I am now, and maybe if you hadn’t been estranged, mind you, we didn’t even know who you were, then maybe you would’ve noticed. Or maybe, you’d still be the same sleazy prick you’ve always been. Either way, it’s no bother to me, I know how you feel after all. The way you try to subtly touch me and my sisters, we all notice it, but we’ve been biting our tongue for so long, because you know what? You’re family. But I’ve honestly had enough of it. Mom, Dad, me and H are leaving, thank you for dinner, but I really, really can’t.” She spewed out without missing a beat, tugging Harry up with her. He turned his head to look up at her, but he could see the upset look in his eyes and stood up without another word. He let go of her hand to go around the table to kiss her moms cheek and to clap her dad on the back.

He walked over to the threshold to leave, before deciding to give a little to this conversation as well. “Y’know, Uncle Rick, I tried m’hardest to be respectful as well, and I always wanted t’make a good impression, especially since I was with my best friends family, but I’ve been here f’longer than y’have to know that they’d love me either way, so I’ll just say this before I go; I didn’t mind when you’d make comments about me, but it’s another thing when y’making weird comments about her. She’s everything t’me, m’soulmate, really, and I feel bad that you’ve probably never had one. It would explain why y’so miserable, wouldn’t it?”

Rick tried to say something, but was quickly cut off. “And I pity that you’ll never get to see how wonderful YN is. I really do pity y’for that. She’s incredibly smart, beautiful inside and out, and y’threw away the chance to have something amazing with her. So for your own benefit, I hope something changes f’you so you can get t’know her. But if not, don’t worry, really, we’re very fine off without you, anyway. Goodnight, Y/M/N and Y/D/N, it’s been wonderful seeing y’both again. ‘M sure we’ll be back soon in better circumstances, I hope.”

And with that, he leaves the kitchen, leaving the three of them in awe.

Grabbing the both of their coats, noticing how YN had forgotten hers, he slammed the door shut and stalked quickly to the car, noticing how she was already in her assigned seat (He’d always joked about how she was the prettiest passenger princess), gnawing on her lips as glimmering tears lay stagnant in her eyes. He walked faster when he clocked this, knowing that her biting her lips was an anxious tic of hers. Popping open the door, he sat and settled into the driver's seat as fast as possible, turning on the ignition to power on the heater as quickly as he could.

She turned her head to him, and he grabbed the back of her head in a tight hold, his other hand wounding around her waist. Sobs starting to fill the car, followed by soft shushing by Harry.

“It’s okay, bub, y’so okay, I’m here, it’s okay.” He reassured, heart clenching at the gutwrenching sobs that left her.

“Love y’so much, you’re s’perfect, and he’s so so wrong. You’re m’best friend in the world, the best person I know... Precious girl, wish y’saw yourself the way I see you.” He placed the softest of kisses to the side of her head, whispering sweet words to her until her sobs calmed and he felt her move her eyes from his shoulder, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“I love you, H, no one I trust more in this world than you,” She whispered, pulling back to lay her temple on his cheek. Pulling back a little more, they now looked at each other, his eyes searching her watery ones. Their breaths hitched when they realized just how close they were to each other, knowing that if they were to move even an inch their lips would touch. They both moved forward a little, before jumping away from each other when Harry’s elbow pushed a little too hard on the center of the wheel, the horn honking.

A shy laugh left her lips as she spun back to face the windshield, a soft blush coating her cheeks. “Home?”

Harry cleared his throat, nodding slowly, a smile growing on his face when he realized that she referred to his house as home. “Yeah, bub, let’s go home.”

— 4

“Harry! YN! Come in, come in!” They smiled at her friend Alex, who was already noticeably drunk, a pink flush on her cheeks. As much as they didn’t like parties, they decided to show up to Alex’s birthday party, the decision hard for the two of them since they knew it would pretty much be like a party at a frat house. Alex pulled on YN’s hand, dragging her inside to the party, Harry being tugged along as well when he grabbed YN’s outstretched one. They get dragged to the kitchen, being heavily encouraged by Alex to make a drink, before running away when she gets distracted by another one of her friends.

“I guess bartender Harry’s making an appearance,” Harry shrugged, “What can I make f’you, bub?”

She tilted her head, thinking it over. “My usual, please.”

“One cherry vodka with sprite coming right up, sweets!” They talked for a little, giggling when Harry had opened a fresh liter of Sprite to make sure it was safe, which started spewing everywhere and in turn, all over his white shirt. “Fucks sake!”

“Messy boy.” She giggled, taking the drink with a gracious smile. She took his hand to lead him to the living room, finding a few of her friends and talking to them, also making conversation with Harry who they knew because of how many times he’s met them. When YN had thought about it, she realized that he really is there every single time she goes out with her friends. It’s like she had her own personal bodyguard.

After a few of her friends had come and gone, she placed her now empty cup on the counter that Harry was resting his back on, trying to stabilize himself as she relaxed herself into his body. “‘M gonna go up and use the bathroom real quick, will you be okay down here?”

“Of course I’ll be okay, but you be safe, bub.” He sent her away with a pat to her bum, a squeal leaving her lips. He watched her walk away with a smile on his face, not even realizing how lovesick the grin must’ve looked. A poof of blonde hair in front of him distracted him from her figure, and when he looked down, he saw a girl with curled and messy blonde waves, thick eyeliner paired with red lipstick that’d grown messy throughout the night. “Hi?”

“You’re so hot.” Blondie commented bluntly. He stepped back to create some space between them, sliding his arm out of her rough grip. He couldn’t pinpoint the reason why her hands felt like sandpaper on his tanned skin, but it felt like he’d just been burned with a flat iron.

“Oh, um… thank you? That’s very sweet, but I’ve got a girl-” He started.

“She doesn’t need to know…” She purred, and disgust filled Harry’s face.

“I’m flattered, but I really do have a girlfriend, and she’s here with me tonight, I’m not comfortable with this, ‘M sorry.” He tried again, but every time he would take a step backward, Blondie would take a step forward. Can she not take the hint?!

“Is the girlfriend in the room with us?” She started to get annoyed. A small weight lifted from his chest because he thought maybe if she got tired of him, she would just leave. He tried to wait for this plan to work, but he realized he didn’t even need to when he saw his precious girl descend down the stairs. Her eyes caught his, and he tried to iterate in his eyes that he needed help, and fast. She noticed and tried to go down the stairs a bit faster, not even caring if she stepped on someone. She walked fast to close the distance between them, burrowing herself in the space Harry provided when he lifted his arm as she was on her way over.

“Hi baby,” YN started, pecking a kiss to his cheek sweetly, before turning her gaze to the girl in front of Harry. “Oh! I’m so sorry, that was so rude of me! Hi, I’m Harry’s girlfriend, YN. And you are…?”

Blondie stared at YN’s outstretched hand in confusion, rolling her eyes and flipping her messy blonde hair over her shoulder, whacking YN in the face with the tips as she walked away. YN pulled a face of disgust, Harry immediately brushing her face off softly with his hand.

“Fuckin’ bitch, thinks she can take y’from me,” YN muttered under her breath, quiet enough to the point that even Harry himself couldn’t hear, which said a lot since they were practically telepathically connected.

“Hm?” Harry questioned, but she didn’t say a word.

“Nothing, just crazy to think that these girls think they can get you without getting through me first, that’s all.” She smiled up at Harry innocently.

He snorted. “I send my luck out to anyone who even ends up trying. Thank you for saving me, bub. I owe you, big time.”

“Just take me home now. Can we watch a movie?”

“Anything f’you, Sweetheart.”

— 5

They didn’t really like these galas.

To be honest, it wasn’t really their scene and they’d much rather be at Harry’s house, cuddled on the couch with her feet on his thighs, his fingers digging into the heels and soles of his feet mindlessly.

They were in matching outfits, a silky emerald dress hugging her body whilst also accentuating her curves. Harry was clad in a velvety dark green suit, a black button up buttoned to just the middle of his torso matching her black YSL purse that she got as a graduation gift from him (among many other things against her wishes). They walked into the event arm in arm which wasn’t unusual for the pair. She tended to be his date to these once in a while events he’d agree to going to. The two had already walked in whispering and giggling about how they caught Glenne and Jeff sucking face in a darkened hallway near the entrance.

Harry found a couple of his friends he’d made while in the process of making the album, YN standing close to his side with a polite smile on her face. After a couple of minutes, she’d become thirsty and, unnoticeably to anyone else, tapped her fingers on his forearm that her hand was hanging on. He looked to her, a soft but questioning smile on his face, and she scrunched her nose, clearing her throat to speak. “‘M gonna get a drink, bub. Getting a little thirsty, do you want anything?”

He shook his head, turning fully to face her. She unhook her hand from the crook of his arm, nodding toward the bar. “D’you want me t’come with you?”

She shook her head no, already stepping back to move towards the bar. “I’ll be okay, jus’ keep an eye on me in case I need saving, yeah?”

“Of course, only have eyes f’you anyway.” He unashamedly flirted, chuckling at the bashful look on her face, turning her gaze to anything but him to will away the blush begging to make itself known on her cheeks.

“Cheeky boy, I’ll be back.” She smiled, shaking her head. He pulled her in a little, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before sending her away, following her figure with his eyes to ensure she was safe on the less than eight feet walk to the bar. Once assured she was there safely, he turned his gaze to his gaggle of friends, making small talk with them, nothing more than work and the weather. He’d shared a couple of laughs before his brain made itself aware that his other half wasn’t back to his side as quickly as it would normally take her, and he turned his head to look for his girl– not his girl, but– no, she was his girl. They’d both known it anyway.

His heart dropped to about his toes when he saw her turn her head too, a quick panicked glimmer in her eyes. He was unsure if he was reading her correctly, but when he kept his gaze trained on her for a little longer and watched as she gave him the same panicked look, he knew she was in trouble. She looked back forward, trying to be as polite as possible, and he excused himself from the group in the blink of an eye. Striding over as fast as his legs would allow, he slowed his pace down a little to not look suspicious to any onlookers. He found her quickly, her head turning once more, a now relieved and slightly amused look in her eyes. Clocking the creepy looking guy standing in front of her, he said fuck all to looking suspicious and picked up his pace once more.

He closed the distance between them quickly, pressing his front against her back gently, trying his best to not be overbearing. The heat radiating from his body automatically calmed her, feeling the way he let his arm snake around his waist to let his hand sit on the small space between her hip and her waist, a large tattooed hand resting on her tummy. She placed the drink onto the bar, laying her cold hand onto his warm one. He leaned towards her head, kissing her hair and humming when she leaned her head a bit into his lips.

“Hi m’love, who’s this?” He asked while tilting his head down to look at her, finding her eyes to send her a message to go along with him. She looked up too, reading his eyes instantly and knowing what they were going to do. Just like they did at the house party, they were going to fake date for a little bit. This was him returning the favor.

“Hi baby, this is Jack, Jack, this is my boyfriend– um… Peter.” She giggled, not being able to think of a better name. “He said that he’s Jeff Azoff’s personal assistant,” Looking toward the guy who shriveled into himself with fear, a smirk present her lips. Obviously they both knew that Jeff didn’t have a male personal assistant– Glenne had given the job to her friend’s daughter, and they were just as close with her as they were Glenne herself. “He even said that he’s gotten to know Harry Styles quite well himself, also offered to take me to meet him after this event, isn’t he so sweet?”

Harry had to lift a hand to rub his lips to prevent himself from laughing. “Oh yeah, darling, that would be wonderful. Think I can tag along with you? I’m a huge fan, and would love to meet the guy. Tonight might not be the best, though, I heard he’s at a fancy event or something.”

“Oh, of course, baby, how could I forget? Could I have your phone? I could get Jack’s number so we can arrange something,” Turning to fully face Jack, she giggled a little at the way his complexion now was pale like he saw a ghost. The three of them knew he’d been caught in a lie. She felt the weight of his phone on her hand and pulled it up to her face, her face ID unlocking it instantly. “What was your number?”

Jack stumbled over his words. “I- um… Uh- I just– Forget it.” Scrambling away as fast as he could, the two laughed together as she turned in his hold. She moved her arm down to drop his phone back into his pocket. She wounded her arms back up to place her arms on his biceps, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“Boyfriend, huh?” He grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head when she dropped it onto his chest, a groan leaving her lips.

“You started it!” She whined, lifting her head back up to meet his green eyes.

“I know, I know. Can’t believe it took you a Rory imposter to call me y’boyfriend, though. Been waiting forever for that, really. Sounds pretty coming from y’lips, if I’m honest.” A sigh tumbled from his lips, trying to subtly let her know what he was feeling.

“Me too. In our very own romance book, eh? Fake dating trope and all.” She giggled, lifting her arms to wound around his neck, obviously picking up on what he was putting down.

They were finally having their moment.

“Gonna let me make it real, Sweetheart?” He whispered, ducking his head down to be level with hers.

“God, hurry up with it will you? Been waiting for this since we were teenag- oh!” She was cut off by his lips on hers.

It was natural. Of course it was.

The way their lips met made her truly believe in the romance books she was just joking about not even a second ago. She could taste the sweetness from the cookies they snacked on in the car on the seams of his lips, softness from the chapstick he borrowed from her still moisturizing his lips. He could feel every dip and crevice in hers if he focused enough– as if he wasn’t completely drowning in all of her. Her perfume, her hands on his neck, the taste of her lips.

Pulling away with a quiet smack, he grinned as widely as humanly possible, bunny teeth making its full appearance, as well as his dimples. He placed another sweet kiss to her nose, making her scrunch up her face.

“Fuckin’ finally. So in love with you, sweet girl, m’best friend.”

“Mm, love you, H.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry edward styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfictions #harry styles x you #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagines

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seokmthw · 1 year

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playing with zb1's hands

⇢ pairing: zb1 x gender neutral reader

⇢ warnings: fluff

⇢ word count: 1.7k

⇢ notes: i'm honestly not super happy with how a lot of these turned out, but i hope you all enjoy them regardless!

ZHANG HAO

you were leaned up against hao’s chest on your couch, his arms wrapped around you and his eyes trained on the movie you were currently watching since you both decided to spend your day off in the comfort of your own home. you felt warm and content, a soft smile finding its way onto your lips as you relished in the tranquility being with your boyfriend brought you.

absentmindedly, you began to hold onto his fingers, feeling some of the callouses that had developed on them from his many years of playing violin and from numerous days of practicing choreo that involved being on the floor. you traced each and every curve of his knuckles, finally making your way up to the pads of his fingertips, tapping them gently with your own.

you stayed like that for a few moments, absentmindedly making your own beat to some of the background music that played in the movie. finally, hao shifted, making the decision to lace his hand perfectly with yours, a soft smile on his lips, “that tickles, you know.”

“oh, sorry,” you replied, finally looking up at him, only to catch him in the act of his sparkling brown eyes soaking up every single inch of you. you blushed, looking down at the collar of his shirt as a distraction.

“it’s okay, you're cute, so it makes up for it.”

HANBIN

“there you are!” hanbin, your boyfriend, exclaimed, flipping the cover off of your side of the bed to allow you to crawl in next to him, sighing in content the moment you were able to feel his warmth. you melted into his side, resting your free hand on his chest as you relished in the moment of finally being with him after a long, stressful day at work.

“how was your day, love?” he asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. you merely grumbled, barely getting out that you had contemplated quitting at least ten times throughout the day, which earned a chuckle from him.

you nuzzled closer to him, asking, “what did you do today?”

he smiled softly as he recounted his dance practice to you, as well as the lunch he ate and the walk he took along the river as a break. while he spoke, he grabbed onto your hand, lacing and unlacing your fingers together. you couldn’t help but giggle at him as he did so, turning your hands every which way in an attempt to keep his mind occupied while you held quiet conversation with one another.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, peering down at your face through his bangs, playfulness sparking in his eyes.

“nothing, you’re just cute.”

MATTHEW

you walked though the mall with your boyfriend, eyes scanning various stores before you decided on one you both wanted to go into. it was rather crowded, and while you knew matthew wouldn't stray too far from you, it was an instinct to reach forward and link your pinky with his.

you were unable to see the grin that broke out onto his face, but the more you continued to walk around, you tightened your grip, afraid of losing him in the giant crowd of people who were desperate to get their hands on whatever newest releases were out. he squeezed back, reassuring you that he was there, and you weren't going to be separated.

ultimately, you decided to exit the store, coming to the conclusion that it was much too busy for the both of your liking and walked down the main stretch of the mall. you began to pull your pinky away, but he gripped it so hard with his own you were almost afraid it would snap yours in half.

“sorry, love!” he was quick to apologize, but you could only smile at him, “i just like it when you do that, it makes me feel like i’m able to protect you.”

you giggled, slipping your entire hand in his, fingers wiggling to get settled comfortably, “no matter what you do, i’ll always feel safe.”

RICKY

you were sat on a picnic blanket in the park, the sun setting beautifully over the water and the warm air almost lulling you to sleep. your head was rested in ricky’s lap, one of his hands threading through your hair and the other in your own as you closely examined each and every ring adorning his fingers. you spun your favorite one around absentmindedly, stating, “this date has been so lovely, thank you.”

your eyes met with his momentarily, a look of adoration for you evident on his face as he replied, “i couldn't agree more,” lips curling into a gentle smile the moment your attention went back to what you were previously doing.

the silver of the ring flashed beautifully in the evening sun, the diamonds embedded within in it causing you to turn it every which way to see their glimmer in different angles. ricky laughed quietly, voice at a volume only the two of you could hear, “you know, one day i’ll put one of those on your finger.”

you swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, your eyes snapping back up to look at him once more, unable to hide your excitement as you said, “i can’t wait.”

GUNWOOK

“i never realized how big your hands actually are,” you said, eyes wide in awe as you held gunwook’s hand up to you own, taking note of how much longer and wider they were than yours. you were lucky for your hands to even be considered half the size of his.

gunwook chuckled at your words, folding the tops of his fingers over yours to show just how much room there was left. you could no longer suppress the grin that had been fighting to tug at the corners of your lips, peering up at him only to be met with his soft gaze. you felt your cheeks begin to heat up, quickly looking away from him out of nervousness.

“you know,” gunwook replied, shifting his hand to the side ever so slightly, “i always thought your hands being so much smaller than mine is endearing.”

he linked your fingers together, catching you slightly off guard as he did so, and he raised them up to be level between you both. he flashed his gummy smile at you, dark irises disappearing into the crescent shape his eyes adorned.

“see? they’re a perfect fit!”

TAERAE

“i don’t understand why i can’t seem to get it” you huffed, your fingers playing a stream of extremely out-of-tune notes on taerae’s guitar. you told him you wanted to learn, but for some reason, your brain wasn’t working properly.

taerae moved in behind you, allowing you to sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around your frame, “here, try this.”

he attempted to align your hands the way they were meant to be, but after a few minutes of you still not grasping it, he placed his hands over top of yours, strumming the melody to the song he had been attempting to teach you for the past hour now. you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered over the way his hands perfect encompassed your own, and you found your brain growing even foggier at his close proximity.

“see, you did it!” taerae happily exclaimed, now shimming his fingers in between yours in order to properly link your hands together. you were thankful he couldn’t see how much you were blushing.

“it’s all thanks to you, love.”

GYUVIN

you always loved lazing around in bed with your boyfriend on days you had no plans. you never felt embarrassed by how clingy you got with him, because you were always reassured he would be ten times worse than you. it was honestly a miracle if he ever let you out of his grasp for more than a few minutes at a time.

you were content like that though, fingers laced together from the play fight you’d just finished having. your phone began to ring beside you, but when you attempted to reach for it, gyuvin refused to let you go. you laughed at him, “can i have my hands back?”

“hm,” he pondered for a moment, squeezing gently as he did so, a grin on his lips, “no, sorry, they’re all mine now. i like the way they feel in mine.”

“gyu~” you whined, “what if it’s a call from work or something?”

he couldn’t hold back the laughter as he playfully replied, “they can wait.”

JIWOONG

a warm breeze moved through the air as you walked through the park with your boyfriend, jiwoong, hands intertwined with one another and a peaceful silence amongst the both of you. jiwoong stole a few glances at you, taking in how pretty you looked and thinking of just how lucky he was to have you in his life.

he lifted your hands up to his mouth, lips brushing against your knuckles softly. you were able to feel him smiling against your skin, and you couldn’t help but look up at him with a questioning look in your eyes, “what was that for?”

“just to show my appreciation to you, is all,” he answered matter-of-factly, his loving smile contagious, “at least in a small way, that is.”

you returned his grin, this time kissing the back of his hand, catching him completely by surprise. you giggled, saying, “gotta return the favor.”

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chelscait · 3 months

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meet the parents. | Kerstin Casparij

category: fluffy, fluff.

summary: kerstin meets your family.

word count: 1.7k.

a/n: take 53204298543298 of trying to post this. hopping on the kerstin train, so i created something scrappy for yous :L

The silence was heavy as you switched the engine off, glancing over to your frozen girlfriend in the passenger seat, keeping a grip on the bouquet of flowers she chose earlier after minutes of debate. “Kerst-”

You moved to grab her thigh, rubbing your thumb over her bare skin as she turned her head to you, gulping as she peered at your childhood home's front door. “What are the chances that you’d let me not meet them? Then tell them I died or something, and we can run away together-”

“Breathe.” With one hand still on her thigh, you traced the other one over her cheek, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before she leant into your palm, eyes full of anxiety; however, it dulled slightly as she followed your breathing. “I promise, you're overreacting; they are going to love you.”

She whined, “Pinky promise?”

Shifting your hand from her face, you held your little finger in front of her. “Pinky promise.”

Locking her finger with yours, you used it as leverage to pull her in for a kiss, Kerstin sighing sweetly as you pulled back, chasing your lips once more as she felt her heart rate settle. “Another, please.”

“One more,” You whispered against her lips, pressing one more gentle kiss to her lips before withdrawing, “Come on, let's not be late. I have a feeling they already know we’re here.”

Stepping out of the car, you moved to the back and grabbed out a few gifts you had gotten for your little sibling. While Kerstin stood waiting on the other side, still visibly tense, you knew that once your smaller sister got talking, she’d be fine.

“Kerst, can you grab my bag, please?” You requested, the brunette shuffling around the car towards you and pulled it from your shoulder, standing beside you as you shut the door, needing to stick by your side before making a move. “Dank je, schatje. Ready?”

Linking your arm with hers, you tugged her towards the front door, expecting you to knock, but she was surprised as you pushed the door open. “Hello! We zijn er!”

You heard some replies spaced out around the house, but the loudest came to view as she rounded the corner: “Y/N!!!”

You didn't even have time to slip your shoes off before your 6-year-old sister crashed herself into you, holding onto you as tightly as possible. “Hey, trouble! I’ve missed you!”

Lifting her up from under her shoulders, you balanced her on your hip, adjusting her slightly as she had gotten significantly bigger than the last time you saw her. “Jezus, you have gotten heavy.”

She grinned cheekily as she played with your hair, her eyes darting to Kerstin, who was awkwardly still standing right beside you. “Who's that?”

“This, cheeky, is my girlfriend.. Kerstin. Can you say hi?” She stared at you as you spoke calmly, easing her into the fact that someone new would be joining the family. She nodded in reply, mumbling a quick hi towards Kerstin before leaning her head on your chest. “What's got you so shy? You’re not normally like this; if you perk up, Kerstin may play with you later..”

Your girlfriend, dumbfounded, agreed hesitantly as the blonde girl slipped out of your arms and situated her hand into Kerstin’s, dragging her towards the living room where everyone was giggling to yourself as Kerstin urged you to hurry up without speaking.

Managing to catch up, you both bumped into your mother in the doorway, who, not as chaotically, pulled you into a hug with a squeeze- your sister had let Kerstin go as you dropped the few toys onto the floor. “Oh, I’ve missed you, my baby. How’s England been treating you?”

“Good, good- I really like it there.” She held you at arms length, scanning you over before mentioning you were still as beautiful as ever, with classic mother talk as usual. “Mum, this is Kerstin, my girlfriend.”

She turned towards the taller girl, and you positioned yourself so you were touching, fingers slipping in between each others. “You’re joking, right?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as she spoke, before her straight face cracked into a smile and you silently sighed a breath of relief, Kerstin paled slightly. “Y/N, I wouldn't have thought you’d be able to pull such a pretty girl!”

Scoffing, “Mum! She actually pulled me.”

“Whatever, are you hungry, Kerstin? Thirsty? Come, let me take you to the kitchen.. Y/N, your father and brother are in the living room.” She ushered you away as she got talking with your girlfriend, always wanting to spend time with a partner to be able to get to know them better- as she always said, you and your siblings were her precious babies. Yuck.

“Sorry about the mess; one look away, and that crazy child ruins everything.” Your mother uttered, waving around at the amount of food splayed across the counter that was meant for picky bits.

Kerstin laughed as she leant across a counter. “It's okay; these are for you, by the way.”

Handing the flowers over to her, she grinned as your mother exasperated. “Ah, thank you, dear. You didn't have to; they are gorgeous.”

“It’s no problem; I just wanted to get you a little something.”

"Well, that's very sweet of you. Thank you. Anyway, drink. We have coke, lemonade, juice, water.. beer?” Opening the fridge, she listed all the bottles of liquid she could see, turning back towards your girlfriend before shaking her head. “Who am I kidding, hey? You definitely need one of these. It can be hard meeting this family.”

She took the bottle opener from the draw and popped open the bottle top before Kerstin could say anything, handing it to her as she moved to open another one: “That one is for Y/N.”

Seeing her face, she assured, “Don’t worry, no one in this household will judge- my husband and son have already had three. Greedy bastards. Whenever that boy comes round, I swear this fridge is empty in an hour.”

“Thank you.”

The younger girl calmed down slightly, taking a sip from the bottle before keeping it in her hands.

“No worries, you seem like a sweet girl; I can already tell Y/N is very lucky to have you.”

Walking into the living room, Kerstin kept her eyes on you as she stepped carefully over your sister's toys before handing you the beer your mother had prepared with a timid smile. Raising your eyebrow, you took it from her, silently communicating with your eyes, knowing straight away she had no decision.

“Kerstin, this is who I was talking about.. all nice things, I swear.” The two on the opposite sofa said their hellos as Kerstin shook their hands before sitting down, glancing at you once more as you shuffled up next to her.

The room engaged in a soft chatter, basing opinions on the top news stories in the media and mentioning snippets of lives away from home, before your mother had enough of the small talk.

“So, the elephant in the room, how did the two of you meet?”

“We have actually known each other since the youth teams for the Netherlands, but we only just started getting close a year and a half back..” Kerstin started, yourself looking down at your connected hands as you blushed at the way she spoke. “I had feelings for her for longer than that, and it took me a while to have the guts to ask her out.”

You eyed her as she admitted that, uncertain as to how long she had been hiding her crush for as she never answered your question whenever you asked, you were proud to now state you had been Kerstin’s secret crush.

“But.. we only started getting closer when she fell on top of me in the corridor, after she bumped into me, and we somehow got stuck together- it was like fate.” Your girlfriend teased, knowing full well it wasn't as fairy-tale-like as it sounded.

Slapping her playfully, you replied. “Shut up; my hair got stuck in your zip.”

“So, you let the clumsiness actually get you something other than a bruise; well done, Y/N.” Your brother provoked- it was now his turn to make fun of your relationship, like you had done to him and his fiancé for so long.

“Oh, tell me about it- I couldn't breathe when you were younger; I always had to keep my eye on you; otherwise, there would be broken glass or a broken bone.” Your father huffed, observing his youngest playing on the floor with the toys you had not officially given her. “Now, we have to deal with that one.”

“Oh shush, I wasn't that bad.”

“You’ve broken the same arm twice in the span of 8 months.” Your brother intervened.

“How is that even possible?” Kerstin giggled.

“It's perfectly fine now and has not been broken since. End of story.” You huffed, showing your arm, and Kerstin picked it up to inspect it before leaning to press your pout away with a kiss.

The night moved on like a breeze, with your girlfriend fitting into the family as if she had been there the whole time. Your little sister also warmed up to her, and when you returned from helping your parents clean up in the kitchen after dinner, you found them both laying on the living room floor together, playing with her ponies.

“Well, it seems you both are getting along well.” You spoke into the room, heart warming as you observed Kerstin interact with your little sister, both sprawled out across the floor playing with her ponies.

Kerstin smiled up at you before she focused back on her playing. The little girl clapped back that she loved her as she jumped onto her with a hug.

While you were still in the kitchen, you were being bombarded with praise and approval, your fellow Dutch teammate having exceeded the rates your parents were expecting, and she now has their unsaid permission to do anything she wants, which they were just hinting at getting married, which won’t happen any time soon but soon enough.

As you were both getting ready to leave, you went to say goodbye to your sister as your parents stayed with Kerstin, as she had already said goodbye to your siblings.

“Thank you for this evening; I really enjoyed it.”

“No problem, Dearie, thank you for loving my daughter; you are now one of us, from the moment you started caring about her.”

#kerstin casparij #woso #woso x reader #kerstin casparij x reader #woso imagine #kerstin casparij imagine

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bagerfluff · 2 months

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Touch Prompt List

For anyone who needs it I thought i share this prompt list I have saved. I have no idea who made it. This prompt list had 55 different prompts all about touch. You can use this for anything you want. Drawing/writing/anything.

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the others cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

feeling their temperature

caressing the other’s cheek

holding the other’s jaw

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

sitting on the other’s lap

gripping thigh

linking arms with each other

touching cheek to cheek

tracing the lines on the other’s hand

#writing prompt #writers #writeblr #writing prompt list #writing prompts #writers on tumblr #drawings #drawing prompt #artists on tumblr #prompt list #prompts list

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sethsclearwater · 11 months

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ik you hinted at it in your subspace blurb with poly seth and paul but could you do a blurb on the time where paul accidentally let reader to go sleep in the subspace and the morning after where she's just crazy clingy and needy and emotional and him just comforting her and calming her down

i love them🥺🤍

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"daddy-" you whimpered, squeezing his bicep as you anxiously attempted to wake the male up from his deep sleep. whether it was the tone of your voice or how you squeezed his arm, paul seemed to wake up a bit, humming as he squeezed you closer to him and rolled onto his side.

"'s wrong?" he mumbled, using his other hand to blearily knuckle at his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. he clearly still had yet to realize that you'd called him 'daddy', something you only did while he was fucking you.

you frowned, suddenly overcome with a surge of emotions, bottom lip warbling and tears forming at your waterline before you could get any words out. paul noticed the pause in your response, opening his eyes to get a better look at you, "hey, hey, what's going on?" he asked softly, tone laced with worry as he pulled you closer to him with his free hand, taking his other hand and running his up and down your back soothingly.

"jus' missed you so much and i wasn't sure why you even wanted to be with me-" you rambled, tears quickly spilling over your waterline and down your cheeks.

paul let out a soft sigh, luckily able to pick up on what was going on with the help of the imprint bond, "princess," he murmured, sliding his hand up to your jaw so he could gently rub circles against the soft flesh there, "i love you," he reassured, "so much. you know that, right? never gonna leave you, promise." he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he patiently waited for you to finish processing his words in your emotional state.

you sucked in a deep breath, holding it for a moment as you tried to come back to your senses, "you promise?" you whispered as you exhaled, sniffling and letting out a soft giggle when paul nodded and linked your pinkies together.

"promise," he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your intertwined fingers before turning his gaze back to you as you anxiously brushed the stray tears away with your free hand, "there you go princess," he cooed, "how about you drink some water, yea?" he suggested, reaching over and grabbing his water bottle from the nightstand and handing it to you so you could take some sips.

"still feeling fuzzy?" he asked softly after a moment of allowing you to sip on the water, letting out a sigh when you nodded, "'s what i thought," he murmured, leaning over to press another soft kiss to your forehead.

"why don't we put on a movie or something and cuddle then, yea? seth is gonna come over after patrol too so you'll have both of us to cuddle then." he explained, offering you a soft smile when you nodded and curled further into his chest.

"'m still your good girl though, right?" you murmured shyly against his chest, only peeking up at him after you felt his lips press against your hair.

"always my good girl," paul reassured, "now let's get that movie you wanted to watch last night on, yea princess?"

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thatrandomwriter · 1 year

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Alibi

Stu Macher x Reader

warnings: cursing, making out, suggestive language

summary: Stu visits reader after the deaths of Casey and Steve so that, unbeknownst to her she can be his alibi. ((in this story, Stu is not dating Tatum))

I flipped off the bathroom light after brushing my teeth, sending the house into darkness, the only light coming from the crack under my bedroom door. Once inside, I shut the door behind me, moving to flop down onto my bed, more than ready to curl up with a book before going to sleep. But I never made it that far.

Arms grabbed me from behind - someone had sprung from my closet. I struggled, doing my best to wriggle free, but to no avail. Whoever it was was strong; they had me pinned tightly against their chest, despite my squirming. It was only when they let out a laugh that I realised that I knew exactly who the perpetrator was.

“Fuck me, Stu,” My hand was clutched over my chest as I fought to catch my breath, adrenaline still surging through me. In my panic, I had somehow failed to immediately recognise that it was my idiot boyfriend’s idea of a joke.

“Gladly,” he was still laughing, arms not leaving my body as he yanked me onto the bed, flipping me so that we were face to face.

“The fuck was that for?” I demanded. He was grinning down at me, the intensity of his gaze making my face feel hot.

“Thought it would be fun - I was right, you’re sexy when you’re scared,” he licked his lips. I felt like a deer caught in headlights - or in front of a hunting rifle. Prey, that he had caught, and was now deciding what to do with.

“You’re such an ass,” I replied, covering my vulnerability with an insult. It only made him grin wider as he leaned towards me, face centimetres away from mine before he stopped. His nose dipped further to brush mine. He was waiting for me to abandon my annoyance and kiss him, tempting me with soft lips that hovered just above mine. Normally, Stu did not possess the patience to be a tease. As soon as he got the chance, he was all over me, hands never leaving my body, kissing every inch that he could reach. My breath hitched as I thought about it, and I knew that this stand-off would not last long.

“Come on, baby, don’t be mad at me,” his voice was pleading, he almost whined, “I was just playing a game with you, I wanted to make you jump, is all,”

He couldn’t resist making the first move entirely, planting an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. It sent tingles through my body. He was winning and we both knew it - I couldn’t even pretend to stay mad at him for much longer.

“Do you promise you aren’t gonna do it again?” I at least had to put on a show of disapproval before caving in.

“I’ll cross my heart and hope to die, if that’s what it takes. Or scouts honour. Or pinkie swear!” He shifted his weight to lean only on one arm, grabbing my hand with his free one to link our pinkies, “I hereby swear never to scare you again,” he kissed my hand, locking in the promise.

“I guess that’ll do,” I said, allowing myself to smile at him. It was sweet, even if he was joking. He opened his mouth to reply, but I didn’t let him speak, leaning up to close the distance between us with a kiss. He hummed in delight, kissing me back deeply, tongue sliding against my bottom lip in a way that made me gasp. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, grazing it against my own. I reached up to grip his short hair in my hand, tugging on it in the way I knew he liked, communicating to him exactly how good he was making me feel. My legs hooked around his waist, pulling his body flush against mine, so that I could feel every inch of him pressing against me, his clothes and my thin pyjamas the only barrier between us.

“You feel so good, baby,” Stu groaned, right next to my ear. He kissed his way down to the base of my neck, where his teeth found traction, biting down hard and pulling soft skin between them. I inhaled sharply, my body unsure whether to wince or to moan. He bit down harder, and I let out a yelp.

“Careful - my parents are gonna hear us,” I said. Stu grinned, entirely unbothered by the notion.

“Maybe you should try and be a bit quieter then, sweetheart. Cuz you know I can’t help myself, not when I know you’ll make noises like that,” He nipped at my neck again, as if to prove his point, slightly gentler this time. I knew that a bruise would bloom there tomorrow. It would likely be dark enough for my skills at using concealer to be bested, even though I had a lot of practise with Stu around. I wouldn’t have been surprised if that was his goal, marking me in a way that was sure to be seen by everybody. As if the fact that we were glued at the hip was not sign enough that we belonged to each-other.

“Just try and be careful, please?”

He groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically as if this was a great personal inconvenience. “Fine, but only if you come over to mine this Saturday - my parents are out again, so we’ll be nice and alone, and you can make as much noise as you need to,” He wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated, suggestive manner at me, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“You have a deal,” I said.

“Yes!” He replied, triumphant. I was sure that, had he not been suspending his weight above me with his arms, he would have pumped his fist in the air. Probably more than once. He was still grinning as he leant back down to resume kissing me. I reached up a hand to cup his face, feeling the dimple of his cheek and the line of his jaw as his lips slid against mine in lingering kisses that made me desperate for more. I caught my hand in his sweater, making a fist in the fabric as one of his hands traced a line from my chest to my waist, before settling on the small of my back to press my torso against his, pulling us somehow closer together, our bodies aligned. He was warm, and I could smell his soap, fresh and aromatic. My sheets still smelt like him from his previous visit. Our tongues met as we kissed, making him shudder against me. I was breathless when he pulled away to kiss along my jaw, chest rising and falling rapidly. I couldn’t take the separation, directing his face back to mine so that I could kiss him again and again and again.

Fun as this surprise visit was, Saturday could not come soon enough.

#oneshot #imagine #stu matcher x you #stu macher x reader #stu macher #scream 1996 #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream #scream fanfic

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beom1e · 1 year

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ephemeral sixteen | thank you

genre fluff, slice-of-life. warning anxiety, alcohol, details of kissing. playlist ml. wc 925.

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you wished that you had actually taken yeonjun’s offer to pick you up a little earlier, now that you were walking in the cold. beomgyu was grumpy because you were too cold to hold his hand, and you were feeling sick with social anxiety.

‘i can’t do it,’ you stopped in your tracks, reaching for beomgyu’s arm to stop him too. ‘i won’t know anyone there, and i’m evidently not good at making friends.’

‘you know me and four other people,’ he grabbed your hand and tugged you along with him. ‘as much as i would like to pity you and take you back home, it’d be a very cold thirty-minute walk back to our building.’

‘please, ‘gyu,’ you turned into an anchor, refusing to let him pull you any closer to the tall building. ‘i’m way too anxious.’

‘y/n,’ he stood in front of you, maintaining eye contact. ‘i promise you that you’ll regret going home right now. i’m going to be by your side the whole night, and if you still don’t want to be there after ten minutes, we’ll go back to my place and watch a cheesy romance movie instead.’

‘pinky promise?’ you frowned, holding out your pinky finger.

‘i do,’ he linked his pinky with yours, and pressed your thumbs together to seal it. ‘i’ll take care of you.’

you may have been a little dramatic. at first, the loud music and various voices had made you question all of your decisions leading up to that moment, but walking into the apartment proved to you that it would be a lot more fun than you’d expected. the hosts came right up to you to greet you and sweep you away from beomgyu, excited to see you at a party for the first time since they’d known of your existence. after you had been given a short tour, shown a safe place to leave your belongings and introduced to a few strangers, beomgyu had returned with two drinks.

there was so much to do. a group playing card games in the kitchen, a makeshift beer pong along the dining table, a childish game of spin the bottle on the living room floor, beomgyu’s friends laughing about something on the couch, and a small group of girls dancing beside the speaker.

you followed beomgyu to the couch and he pulled you into his lap, not afraid to show off your relationship to the rest of the partygoers. he joined the conversation at hand whilst you sipped from your cup filled with a vodka mixed drink. and then, a question was directed towards you thanks to taehyun.

‘didn’t you first meet beomgyu at one of these parties?’ he spoke, and the boys all turned their attention towards you.

‘um, yeah,’ you shrugged. ‘my best friend used to drag me along to as many of these as they could in my first year.’

you felt beomgyu’s hand on your thigh. it was his way of subtly comforting you at the mention of your best friend.

‘your friend?’ kai spoke, leaning forward. ‘do we know them?’

‘you might’ve,’ you smiled sadly. ‘they passed away only a few months into our first year here.’

‘i’m sorry, y/n,’ soobin frowned. ‘we didn’t know.’

‘it’s okay, guys,’ you smiled softly. ‘i try not to think of them as gone anymore, because the memories are enough.’

‘should we get another drink?’ beomgyu distracted, and you agreed before being ushered away by him.

the more drunk you got, the more comfortable you became. after joining in on every game you possibly could, beomgyu had somehow convinced you to dance with him. a slow song was playing through the speaker as he twirled you around and pulled you back towards him. yeonjun had found interest in a stranger and was flirting his way towards getting their number, kai and taehyun had taken over the beer pong table for the past three games, and soobin was sitting on the floor for a final game of ‘never have i ever’.

in his drunken confidence, beomgyu pressed his lips to yours. you had to grip onto his shoulders to ground yourself, still dizzy and unstable from the dancing and alcohol mixture. his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you close, and you felt yourself smiling into the kiss.

he pulled away momentarily to look into your eyes, his gaze filled with so much emotion. this time, you looped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself up to meet his height. he dipped his head back down to kiss you once again, leaving you both to forget about the space around you.

‘get a room!’ kai yelled as he stepped back into the room, throwing a ping pong ball in your direction. thankfully, it bounced off the wall and missed you both completely.

half an hour later, you were saying your goodbyes to yeonjun and soobin who had came down to the lobby with you. beomgyu was busy fastening your coat whilst you were being coerced into promising to attend more of their parties, but it was all very light-hearted. they soon headed back towards the elevators, with your boyfriend taking your hand and leading you away from them.

‘thank you,’ you turned your head to side in order to take in the sight of him, smiling to yourself.

‘for what?’ he met your eyes, breaking out into a smile himself.

‘for not allowing me to give up,’ you leaned to press a short kiss to his lips, feeling at peace.

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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⋆｡°✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina's little acts of love

warnings: ooc chishiya, blood in arisu's, kuina mentions her mom being sick

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⋆｡°✩ chishiya

watching over you during games (word count 259)

“wait,” chishiya grabs your arm, pulling you back away from the beach’s exit. he pulls his wristband off, tossing it towards the air. instead of falling to the ground like you expected, it singes at contact of the forcefield before bouncing off.

kuina steps forwards, leaning in. you can faintly see the grid of the forcefield blocking you from leaving around her. “the beach is the location of a game?”

your question is answered when an announcement rings out. “game: witch hunt. difficulty: ten of hearts.” you nervously glance at chishiya. fear spreads through you, keeping you rooted exactly where you stand. chishiya reaches over to grab your hand, pulling you along with him and kuina as you make your way back into the hotel lobby. a woman lays on the floor - dead. a knife sticks out of her chest. behind her is a table with stacks of phones and a sign that reads “one per person.” “rules: momoka inoue has been murdered. a ‘witch’ stabbed her in the chest with a knife. the witch is hiding among the members of the beach. the murder is a witch in title - it may be a man or a woman. game clear: players find the witch and burn their wretched soul in the fire of judgment. game over: the witch survives for 120 minutes.”

panic spreads through the beach. it ripples through the crowd, infecting everyone. you watch as people rush to the table, grabbing phones and signing in. “chishiya,” you whisper.

“we’ll be okay,” he squeezes your hand. “i promise.”

subtle pda (word count 217)

chishiya’s hand brushes against yours as he reaches for a packet of cookies. he smiles, passing it to you. “i love these.”

you raise an eyebrow at him, watching as he grabs another packet before sitting down at one of the various tables in the cafeteria. you sit down next to him. chishiya moves a little closer so your shoulders touch. “we’re in a death game and you’re eating cookies?”

“they’re good cookies,” chishiya shrugs, returning to watching the other players. they huddle around in a large group, taking turns nervously glancing around the room and saying each other’s symbols. “besides, heart games are based on betrayal. i don’t need to worry about that with you here.”

you hum, accepting the cookie chishiya hands out for you. it’s not overly sweet in your mouth. the artificial vanilla tastes good. “i like them.”

“i thought you would.”

chishiya reaches over, linking your pinky with his. you lean your head onto his shoulder, watching as kotoko nervously looks around before she grabs a packet of cookies.

“i wonder who she’s looking for.” you whisper.

you move your hand to fully hold chishiya’s, intertwining your fingers together. he squeezes your hand - a gentle reminder that you will make it out of the games. “i’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.”

⋆｡°✩ arisu

letting you interrupt him while gaming pre-borderland au pretend he doesn't live with his dad lmao (word count 191)

“chota, cover me!”

you can hear the familiar sound of gunshots and clicking from arisu’s console as you approach his room. you quietly open the door, stepping in and closing it behind you. you walk over to the bed at the side of the room, setting your bag down.

arisu’s focus stays completely on the game. you watch him for a few seconds, waiting for the round to end. his shaggy hair nearly falls into his eyes. chunky gaming headphones cover his ears, blocking out any outside noise. his hands are fast as he switches between pressing the various buttons and toggling the switch.

“shit,” arisu sighs, throwing his head back in defeat. he sets the controller down on the table. you take the opportunity to crawl into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder. arisu blushes, wrapping his arms around your waist. “babe?”

”hm?”

“is everything okay?”

you nod, snuggling even closer into him. “just wanna be with you.”

you can nearly feel the heat radiating from his face and ears. “okay,” arisu reaches around your body to grab the controller again. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

taking care of you (word count 255)

you press your hand against the cut on your shoulder, sitting on the cold metal table in the beach’s basement. arisu furrows his eyebrows, grabbing your hand away from your arm and towards him. hues of blue and purple decorate your wrist. “did you get hurt?”

“oh, i hit my hand during a game.” you wince when arisu gently rubs the bruised area. “i didn’t notice during the game. it was really dark out.”

“does it hurt?”

“not much. it stings when you touch it.”

“stay here,” he murmurs. you watch as he starts rummaging through a few cabinets. he pulls out gauze, a bandage, and an ice pack, setting them on the table beside you. he presses the ice against your wrist. “hold this.” you comply, silently watching as he pulls your jacket down your shoulder and presses the gauze against the cut. “sorry,” he whispers when you hiss at the pressure. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine,” you shift, trying to relax your muscles. “just wasn’t expecting it to burn.”

you fall into a comfortable silence as arisu continues working, cleaning the wound on your shoulder. “i don’t think it needs stitches,” he murmurs.

“that’s good.” his hands are gentle when he presses the bandage against, watching so the blood doesn’t seep through it.

“thanks for taking care of me.”

“you don’t need to thank me,” he says, pulling your jacket back up over your shoulder. “i love you. i just want you to be okay.”

“as long as you’re with me i always am.”

⋆｡°✩ kuina

constantly touching you (word count 158)

the water is cold as you sit next to kuina, dunking your feet into the pool. “hi baby,” she smiles, reaching over to grab your hand. the beach is nearly empty, most of it’s members busy playing games. only a few people remain, standing around and talking amongst themselves.

it’s a warm summer’s night. the stars are barely visible in the sky above you. kuina leans against your shoulder, almost curling into your side. you wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. “it’s nice out,” you whisper.

“it’s so peaceful,” kuina hums. “i wish it was like this more often.”

you rub your hand against her back. “when we get back, i’ll take you stargazing.”

she shifts to look up at you. “yeah?”

“yeah. we’ll be sappy and make smores and fall asleep together under the stars.”

kuina leans up to press a kiss against your cheek, fully leaning against your chest. “i can’t wait.”

confiding in you (word count 284)

the sun is hot as it beams down on you. you trudge through the empty tokyo streets next to kuina. “we’re not really looking for chishiya, are we?” you ask.

“we are…” she trails off, staring down at her feet. you sigh, stopping.

“come on, there’s a grocery store over there. let’s find some water. take a break.” kuina nods, following you into the store. to your surprise, the automatic doors slide open as soon as you approach. you make your way to the back of the store, opening the doors and pulling out two bottles of water. they feel warm in your hand as you hand one to kuina, sitting down on the floor. she pulls a crate over to sit across from you, setting her bag on the floor beside you.

you sit in silence for a few minutes. despite the lack of air conditioning, the reprieve from the unforgiving sun feels good. you set your now half-empty bottle of water aside, leaning back against the wall. you keep your voice low when you break the silence. “what are we really out here for?”

kuina sighs, setting her own bottle down. “there’s a hospital around shibuya i’m looking for.”

“do you need something?”

“no, it’s nothing like that.” she pauses before continuing. “my mom got sick about a year ago. she’s being treated around here. i wanted to see if i could find her old room.”

“is it close by?”

“it should only be a few more blocks.”

you finish off the rest of your water before standing up. kuina looks up at you confused when you hold a hand out for her. “let’s go find her room.”

“really?”

you nod. “really.”

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kezzzx · 4 months

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Writing prompts!

I'm in a slump with my writing, so send me a number and I'll write you a Wesper drabble (or a more general Six of Crows drabble if I decide that fits better)! <3

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

caressing the other’s cheek

gripping thigh

holding the other’s jaw

touching cheek to cheek

tracing the lines on the other’s hand

prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting

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miistymemorii · 1 year

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prompts list 1

please feel free to send in requests based off these prompts :) i write for the succession characters as well as the moon knight system !!

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

group hugs

hugging with head on shoulder

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs

hugging while slow dancing

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

cuddle pile

#prompts list

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dees-writing-corner · 2 years

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wedding bells - thursday

pairing: best friend!mingi x fem!reader

word count: 2268

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It's about 11.15 in the morning, and I'm currently on the phone with Laura.

"I'm just about to leave, should be there around 12.30."

"Okay, I've already got a room prepared for you."

Pinching the bridge of my nose, "Laura, you didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I want to."

"Thank you, I really appre-"

I was cut off by the sound of someone knocking on my door.

"I'm gonna go now, someone's knocking. See you soon."

Hanging up, I walked over to the door to open it.

"Joong?"

I stepped aside, letting him come in.

"How are you – What are you doing here?"

I watched as Hongjoong sat down at the foot of the bed.

"I'm here to make sure you're okay."

Blinking, I still couldn't believe he was sitting in front of me.

"Right. How the hell did you get here?"

"I bought the earliest flight I could to get here."

I was just staring at him in disbelief, "Kim Hongjoong. You are unbelievable."

He had a cheeky smile on his face as he looked up at me, "I know."

I checked the time before grabbing his arm, "Come on, I've gotta check out. The cars downstairs already."

Once everything was set and we were both on our way to the manor, I took out my phone to text Laura.

Putting down my phone, I turned towards Hongjoong, only to find him staring at me.

"What? Do I have something on my face?"

He reached his hand over, linking our pinkies together, "Just trying to get a read of you, that's all."

"Yeah? And what'd you find?"

"You're still sad."

Looking down, I had a small smile on my face, "Yeah, well, I'm not exactly going to be all happy and smiley after seeing the guy I've liked for almost 4 years kiss someone, am I?"

Hongjoong sighed from behind, "Y/N, you – Never mind. I'm gonna fu-"

I arched an eyebrow, cutting him off before he cleared his throat.

"What I mean is, I'm going to hand him his own head on a silver platter. After I've had a talk with him, that is."

Leaning my head against the window, I looked at him with a lazy grin, "Are you now?"

"What? Are you doubting me?"

"No, of course not. It's just that, and keep in mind that I love you dearly, you're kinda fun sized and he's," Pausing slightly, I tried to find the right words, "Well, the exact opposite."

He was now staring at me with THE most offended expression I have ever seen on him.

I couldn't help but let out a giggle before saying a small, "Love you?"

Hongjoong simply scoffed at that, "Hmm, sure you do..."

"Oh, I'm just kidding, half of our friends are scared of you, Mingi included."

"You're not?"

I simply gave him a look.

"Yeah. Nah, more like we're all scared of you. You're terrifying when your buttons get pushed far enough. Before meeting you, I had never even seen a group of 6-foot whatever guys cower in fear before."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the reminder, "Yeah, yeah, let's drop the subject."

The second we stepped foot into the manor, I was tackled by a giant being.

"What the - "

The person was suddenly yanked off of me. Blinking, my eyes focused on the scene happening in front of me. Hongjoong had Mingi by the collar, as Laura and Minho stood slightly behind them.

"Y/N, I'm just gonna have a talk with Mingi. I'll be back as soon as possible."

Hongjoong proceeded to drag Mingi up the stairs, where the rooms were located.

Laura made her way towards me, "I'm assuming that was the friend you texted me about?"

"Yeah, one second please." I turned towards Minho, motioning my head in the direction the two went, "Minho, could you go and check on the two? Hongjoong is kinda, very angry, so he might do something rash. Just, please make sure nothing happens."

Seeing him walk up the stairs, I turned back to Laura, "Hongjoong's a good friend of ours. He's also one of my closest friends."

She held onto my arm, pulling me upstairs, "You two must be really close, he literally flew here as soon as he could."

Smiling, I nodded, "Yeah, Mingi introduced us when I started uni. We clicked straight away."

I was lying in bed, scrolling through my laptop when my phone pinged.

It wasn't long before I heard knocking. Getting up to open the door, I expected to see Hongjoong, but instead, I saw Mingi.

"Can I come in?"

I stepped aside, letting him in.

"I'm sorry."

Sighing, I closed the door and walked over to him.

"You don't have to say that. I mean, it's not like we're actually dating, right? You can kiss whoever you want."

Just saying those words left a bitter taste in my mouth.

"I didn't want to kiss her. She kissed me. I was in shock, okay? I just - I'm sorry I made it seem like I cheated on you or something, you don't deserve it." He racked a hand through his hair. "God, I should've tried harder to convince Hyujin. I feel like this is gonna put a wedge between us."

Oh. That hurt more than I'd like to admit. Hyujin. The girl he used to date but then thought they were better off as friends. That Hyujin. The same Hyujin he brought home for the holidays three years ago as just 'friends'.

Casting my eyes down, I walked to the balcony, "Right..."

I looked out into the gardens. Of course he asked her. She was always his go-to choice for things like this. Maybe it would've been better if she came instead. Maybe then, I wouldn't feel so pathetic.

"Are you okay?"

I felt Mingi's hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I looked up at him. His brows were furrowed as he looked at me in concern, but the only thing on my mind was whether or not I should tell him the truth.

Taking a deep breath, I swallowed thickly, moving out of his arms.

He looked so confused right now.

"Mingi," I paused, not knowing if I should continue, but it was now or never.

Looking into his eyes, "I like you."

I watched as he gradually tensed. He just stood there, expressionless. Not doing or saying anything. The longer the silence stretched to more dread and fear I felt.

"Mingi?" I called out in a small voice. "Please, say something. Anything."

He pulled his lips into a thin line, his eyes dropping to the floor before returning to mine.

"I'm sorry... I can't."

I backed away, tears blurring my vision, before opening the door, only to be met with Hongjoong.

"Hey! How did the - "

I pushed past him, rushing out into the manor grounds.

"- talk go? What the hell happened!?"

Hongjoong stormed into the room, staring at Mingi as he leaned against the balcony rails, looking sorrowful.

"She said she liked me. I said I couldn't."

Hongjoong stared at him in disbelief, "Why the – Why would you say that?!"

Mingi gazed straight into Hongjoong's eyes, "Because you like her. I can't do that to you."

Hongjoong shook his head, "Because I li- What the hell made you think that? She's like a little sister to me!"

Mingi looked at him, confused, "What? You two are inseparable, you go everywhere together."

"Yeah, that's because I was helping her through her feelings. Mingi. She's liked you for three and a half years."

"But why didn't she tell me earlier?"

Hongjoong smacked Mingi across the head, "For someone so smart, you really are stupid. Dude, most of your dates were planned by Y/N, so why the hell would she confess when she thinks you're interested with whoever you were dating?"

Mingi walked back into the room, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, "I'm so stupid. I just pushed the girl I've liked for 3 years away."

Hongjoong nodded along, "Yes, now call her and make sure she's okay."

Mingi dialled my phone number only for it to ring on the nightstand. The two looked at each other before rushing out of the room.

I wandered around the manor grounds aimlessly until I reached the lake. Sitting down at the edge, I looked over it as tears streamed down my face.

Everything was so beautiful and peaceful. The moon hung brightly in the dark sky, the reflection of it could be seen on the still surface of the lake.

Maybe I shouldn't have confessed to him. Maybe then we'd still be able to go back to how it was before all this drama. But I couldn't turn back time. I couldn't take back those three words I uttered.

I just sat there. Reminiscing of the time we spent together before this trip. Of a time I don't think we'd be able to go back to.

About how Mingi always lost at the basketball machine in the arcade. Or that whenever he laughed at a joke, his eyes would disappear.

Over the past four years, Mingi managed to wiggle his way into my heart. I don't know how he managed to get past the walls I put around it, but he did, and I don't think I'd be able to get him out anytime soon.

"Y/N!"

I could hear someone call out for me in the distance, but I shook my head. He wouldn't come looking for me.

"Y/N."

I felt his hand on my shoulder, but I didn't look up.

He took that as an opportunity to sit next to me.

"Y/N, look at me. Please"

Sniffling slightly, I turned to him. His eyes scanned over my features, taking in the red eyes and nose. He raised a hand, wanting to wipe away the tears, before dropping it back down.

"I'm sorry."

I turned back to the lake.

"You don't have to apologise for not liking me back Mingi."

"But I do like you."

I looked back at him, not really believing him.

"I've liked you for 3 years. I just - I thought Hongjoong liked you as well, and then when you started spending more time together, I thought the feeling was mutual. If he didn't knock some sense into me earlier, I probably would've thought that he liked you."

"What?"

"I like you. No. Love. I love you. I just – I didn't know you felt the same."

I could feel the tears prickling in my eyes when he said he loved me.

Mingi reached for my face, wiping away the tears.

"Please don't cry. I don't know what to do when you cry."

I let out a choked sob before smacking Mingi on the chest.

"You put me through all of that, and now you're telling me you love me?! What is wrong with you?!"

Mingi pulled me into his arms, allowing me to bury my head in the crook of his neck as I cried.

Once I finally calmed down, I pulled away slightly.

"I hate you. I really do."

Though I couldn't keep myself from smiling as I said this.

"Sure you do, but that smile on your face tells me otherwise."

Mingi pulled me into him, nuzzling his face against my neck as I hugged his shoulders.

"I'm really, really sorry for what I put you through."

I could feel his lips brush against the side of my neck as he spoke.

"I know you are, so stop saying it. Plus, I've already forgiven you."

Mingi pulled back, "Really?"

When he saw me nod, he brought one of his hands to the side of my face, closing the distance between us, before pressing a kiss on my lips. A small shiver ran down my spine at the feeling.

He backed away slightly, lips hovering over mine, "Thank you."

Smiling, I leaned forward, catching his lips against mine.

"Oi! Lovebirds!"

Pulling away from each other, we both looked back, seeing Hongjoong leaning against a tree with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face.

"Do you two plan on feeding the mosquitoes tonight or what?"

We both stood up, brushing away the grass on our trousers before making our way to Hongjoong, hand in hand.

"Have you been watching the whole time?"

"I wasn't that far behind Mingi. I just stayed to make sure he didn't do something stupid and land himself in the lake because he annoyed you or something."

Laughing, we made our way back inside.

"Hey! I'm not that bad."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Now go to your room. I'll see you two in the morning. Night."

By the time we made it to our room and got into bed, it was already 1.30 in the morning.

Lying in bed, I turned to my right, facing Mingi.

"I didn’t say it back, did I?"

He draped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

"Say what?"

Reaching a hand up to gently cup his jaw, "I love you."

I leaned in for a kiss. Smiling slightly when I felt his arm tighten around me.

"I love you, too. So much."

Brushing the tip of my nose against his cheek, "Let's sleep. I didn't get much of it last night."

Turning around, I pressed my back against his chest.

"Good night, Mingi."

"Good night, my love."

I felt him place a kiss at the base of my neck before I drifted asleep.

taglist: @jhmylove @hongjoongsmainbitch @rielleluvs @marievllr-abg @cookiechristie

#ateez #ateez fluff #ateez series #ateez mingi #ateez x reader #song mingi #mingi x reader #fake dating #best friend to lovers #ateez hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez au

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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🦋 anon here with a boatload of handholding fluff

Channie: totally the interlocking fingers type, with his thumb on top stroking his partners thumb. Will grab for hands at any chance he gets. We also know from SKZ talker 50 he holds on and doesn’t let go unless absolutely necessary. Holds onto the fingers and I could totally see him kissing the top of his partners hands or absentmindedly kissing their palms while focused on his latest track. Blushes when partner returns the favor. Plays with partners fingers admiring ring layout, nail polish design etc.

Minho: Handholding is a rarity for this man. He’ll tease the hell out of his pack mates for wanting to hold hands with that Minho smirk (you know which one). But when he deigns to grace you with them they’re perfectly timed and tailored to each pack mates preferences. I can also see him randomly placing his hand on top of a pack mates when they’re just resting on the top of a table or something. PULSE POINT WRIST KISSES I REPEAT PULSE POINT WRIST KISSES. Kiss his hand and he’ll pretend to be disgusted but his red ears will give him away.

Changbin: Gentlest hand holding EVER. Loosely laced fingers combined with a back hug, his arms wrapped around his partner and the hands interlocked over partner’s shoulder. It’s a deadly combo cause you get to lean in to the biddies, his muscled arms wrapped around you, AND you get to hold his hand. Feel like Changbin is a sucker for getting HIS hand kissed, doesn’t matter where or who’s doing it, just give this man hand kisses. Will do that high pitched giggle and then give you some right back.

Hyunjin: I feel like Hyunjin would prefer to hold hands while cuddling. Like why stop at just holding hands? I can see him playing with his partners fingers as well, admiring the differences in structure between each packmate, absentmindedly tracing doodles on palms of the backs of hands. Dramatically laments over the state of some of the pack member’s nails. Definitely loves receiving hand kisses, though he’s not opposed to giving them either.

Han: I feel like when Han gets distracted/wants to go look at something, he’s a wrist grabber. 99% of the the time, whoever he grabs is content to be dragged along with Han cause he gets so cute when he’s excited. The other 1% is when he grabs hyunjin on accident lol. When he’s feeling some anxiety creeping up, he’d appreciate a grounding touch and will likely randomly squeeze to make sure they’re still there. Will either tease or just 😳 when receiving hand kisses.

Felix: Our lovable cuddly chicken, interlaced fingers is a must during cuddle time, and he’d definitely swing arms when holding hands and walking. He’d also love to link pinkies. Since he gets his hand size compared to the other members all the time (what is this? Tiny hands) if noona’s hands are smaller he would be so. happy. He loves giving and receiving hand kisses and I feel like he’d kiss fingertips? He gives off those vibes for some reason.

Seungmin: he’s definitely the type where if you want to hold his hand he’ll complain about it while giving it to you. Then the second you let go he’s like excuse me? Where do you think you’re going? I feel like he would offer his hand in exchange for his packmate staying quiet while he studies. The loose lace type though he will tighten his grip if you pull away before he’s ready. Bro would def like hand kisses from his packmate during NSFW moments, especially from the brat line. He’s a palm kisser and he’s completely unpredictable when giving them.

Jeongin: since he’s one of the more touch averse members, I feel like handholding would happen mostly during cuddle piles or when he/someone else needs it. When hand holding does happen, I feel like it would be one hand encompassing the other, and he switches between the one being covered and doing the covering. Maknae on top gets alllll the hand kisses too.

I literally got butterflies and smiled uncontrollably while reading all of these honest to god.

Like. They're all so perfect. And there's something so sweet and wholesome to me about handholding? I've always loved the idea of it in relationships and how many different angles there are to go about it.

I'm not a super touchy feely person, I had a really adverse reaction to physical touch in my teen years especially because of some trauma, but hand holding has always been one way I've felt comfortable and its been important to me in relationships so this hits close to home. <3

You like to interlink fingers? Cool. So cute.

You like to hold one finger of the other person's? Freaking adorable. Lemme die rq.

Kisses along knuckles or pulse points or wrists? LET ME JUST SCREAM OKAY HOLD ON

#skz #stray kids #stay #ot8 #skz!Pack #new #update #pack!prequel #inbox #reply #ask #moots #mutuals #anon #anonymous #sweet nonnie #my submissions #submission #🦋 anon

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robinbuckley1985 · 2 years

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Here’s another snippet because I really love this story:

{Flashback to August 29th, 1982.}

The anxiety was flooding through Elyse. Is this really a good idea? To confess to her best friend that she likes her, in a very non-platonic way. It's now or never. Nancy took it well when she came out to her, so she's obviously not homophobic like the majority of Hawkins. But, she doesn't want to lose her best friend. Elyse gets pulled from her thoughts as Nancy waves a hand in front of her face. "Helloooo? Earth to Elyse." Nancy said, chuckling as Elyse snapped out of her thoughts. "Hm, what?" Elyse said, realizing she must have been zoned out for at least five minutes. "Everything okay? You, like, went somewhere." Nancy said, circling her hand, laughing a little. Elyse shared the laugh.

"But, like seriously, is everything okay? You've been like, off the past couple weeks. Did your dad do something?" Nancy asked, knowing how he can get when he's angry. "Umm, no, he didn't do anything. I just- there's something that I want to tell you, but you'll probably hate me." Elyse murmured out, the second part barely above a whisper. Nancy tilted her head to the side, furrowing her eyebrows. "Is it really that bad?" She asked, Elyse answering with a slow, but questioning nod. "Just tell me. I promise I won't get mad." Nancy said, Elyse hesitated for a moment, before sinking backwards into the bed. Nancy held out her pinky. "I pinky promise, I won't be mad or hater you, no matter what it is." Elyse slowly reached her pinky to link with Nancy's. She took a deep breath. And the. Let it spill.

"The reason I've been so weird is because I've kind of realized that I have feelings for you. And not platonic, strictly friends feelings. I mean, big, romantic, feelings." Elyse bursts in one breath. Nancy just stays still for a moment, opening her mouth to speak but getting stopped by Elyse. "No. Don't say anything. You hate me now. I'm just going to leave." Elyse said, frantically standing walking away. Before she can get far, Nancy stands up, simultaneously grabbing her wrist, pulling her back to stand in front of Nancy.

Elyse freezes, their faces just inches apart. Nancy smiles for a moment, before putting her hands around Elyse's waist, pulling her in. Elyse's breath hitched before her lips make contact with Nancy's. They stay like that for a moment, neither one of them wanting the moment to end. Nancy pulls away first, Elyse involuntarily chasing her lips. "Holy shit." Nancy says under her breath. "What?" Elyse asks, tilting her head. "I've been wanting to that for so long. I just- you kind of got a distant so I thought you like picked up that I had a crush on you.... clearly I was very wrong." She says with a small laugh, leaning her forehead onto Elyse's. Elyse drags her arms over Nancy's shoulders, pulling her closer. Both of them just enjoying the moment.

After a few moments, Elyse notices the time. "Shit. I have to go home otherwise my dad is going to actually kill me." She says, frantically grabbing her bag from the floor. She gets interrupted by a hand on her shoulder. She looks up to see Nancy, as she stands upright, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I'll see you tomorrow." She says, opening the door, rushing down the stairs and out the front door. Nancy follows behind, standing in the driveway. Watching as Elyse walks down the street. Her heart practically beating out of her chest. "Holy shit." She says under her breath, not believing this just happened.

#maya hawke #natalia dyer #ronance #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

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mycellarose · 2 years

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Love in the Dead

Chapter 1: Beginning of the Dead

Under a cherry blossom tree stood a boy with brown hair and a girl with orange hair. They linked their pinkies together and made a promise. When we're older we'll get married. Standing a few feet away was their friend. She clutched the flower crown in her hand and looked towards the ground. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to hold them in. She knew they liked each other but she still had hope the boy would like her more than her friend. Unable to hold them back any longer she watched as her tears dropped onto the ground. She remembers making a similar promise with him under the same tree. We'll be together forever. Though it hurt to know her affections would not be returned she realized as long as he was in her life she didn't care. She smiled and began running towards them wanting to show them her flower crown.

For years she watched as her friends' feelings grew for each other. In those years she became better at hiding her feelings for the boy. She could see they loved each other but apparently not enough since the boy was reluctant to ask her out. Sadly, the girl's best friend was held back, having to repeat their second year. The boy and the girl wondered why she was held back. She was smart and a straight A student. They were concerned and confronted her about the situation. The girl just replied with one comment. You just wouldn't understand. He and the girl couldn't believe the words she uttered. Instead of pestering her they decided to give her space. But as the girl's best friend drifted from the group she found herself and the boy becoming closer. By the end of their first year the boy and the girl were a couple.

The girl was ecstatic to finally be with the boy, but she couldn't say the same for him. They were fine when they started dating but she began to notice the changes in the start of their second year. She wasn't in the same class as him sadly but, at least he had his best friend there and she came by everyday to eat lunch with him. That's when she noticed her best friend and his best friend were getting close two each other. She was happy for them and she thought he would be too. Unfortunately, she was wrong. The lingering stares. Sadness and longing in his eyes. She chose to ignore it at first. The girl just wanted to be blind to love even though she could see it hurt him when the two got together. All she could do was pat his shoulder and repeat the promise they made together when they were younger, we'll be together forever.

The boy sighed as he reminisced about the promise he made with the orange haired girl and muttered, "Pinky promise. If you lie I'll make you swallow a thousand needles." He was leaning on the stair railing looking at the clouds. He thought back to the conversation he had with his girlfriend.

He sat laid on his bed with his arms behind his head and legs crossed. He had school tomorrow and of course, as the high school student he was, he dreaded it. Slowly, he began to get lost in his thoughts when his phone rang. He got up, walked over to his desk, and grabbed his phone. Not bothering to look at the caller I.D. he answered it with a hello.

"Hey, Taka-chan! I'm bored so I wanna talk to you." The girl said happily. 'Taka-chan' walked back over to his bed and laid down. "You called me just because you were bored?"

The girl nodded then realizing he couldn't see her giggled saying yes. He rolled his eyes at her bubbly character. He always wondered how she was able to be happy all the time no matter the situation. When Rei started ignoring him she was there with a smile on her face ready to cheer him up. He didn't know that her bubbly personality came from her love for him.

Ever since they were young she loved him. She wanted to confess to him for a long time but when she found out that he loved Rei and Rei loved him she stepped aside so they could be together. Never in her wildest dreams did you believe that instead they would be a couple. She rolled over onto her stomach with her legs swinging behind her. "So Taka-chan what are you doing?"

"Talking on the phone with you." He replied.

She rolled her eyes. "Komuro Takashi, the same ol' smartass. Okay fine, you try to find a topic to discuss." She sassed back.

He tapped his chin with his finger. "Did you do the homework for school tomorrow?"

She knew why he asked that question. Typical Takashi. "Yes and no you can't copy it." "Aww come on Kon. You always let me before, why not now?" He said sitting up.'

Kon' pouted. "Because you need to do it on your own. You can't keep copying off me, Taka-chan." She shook her head in disappointment. "To understand the material one must do the material."

He chuckled under his breath. She always tried to teach him a lesson whether it be doing homework or eating properly. Sometimes he feels like she's his mother and not his girlfriend. He started to wonder if Rei would have been like this. Would she be telling him to do his homework? Would she stay up with him on the phone? He bet she would have scolded him for not doing it then came over to help him with it. He depressedly sighed into the phone.

Maikoni opened her mouth to say something but paused when she heard him sigh. She knew that sigh anywhere. Something she said made him think of Rei. Was not jealous that her boyfriend was thinking of her best friend while talking to her? No. Upset? No. Sad? Surprisingly no. At that moment she felt numb. All she wanted was for him to return her love. She closed her eyes and plastered a fake smile on her face.

"Taka-chan what are you sighing about? Sad I won't let you copy my homework." She said cheerfully.

Her voice snapped in out of his daydream. He shook his head trying to rid his thoughts of Rei. "I'm just thinking about stuff." Takashi knew he should be paying more attention to her but he just couldn't. She is sweet, funny, smart, talented, and athletic but she isn't Rei. He doesn't even know why he's trying to hang on to this relationship in the first place.

"Well don't think too hard. Gotta use some of that brain for your homework." She could feel him roll his eyes through the phone as he muttered "okay".

Awkward silence hung between the couple. Neither one knew what to say to the other. While one thought about someone else the other thought about their relationship. She thought about how long she would be able to keep her facade. Should she break up with him? She immediately shook her head. No she didn't want that. She knew they would get past this or at least she hoped.

The light brown haired girl spoke softly into the phone. "Hey Takashi. You love me right?" Takashi's eyes slowly widened. She rarely called him by his name, only when she's serious. His mouth opened to speak but no words came out. Did he love her? He probably did but not as much as Rei. One minute passed but he still couldn't answer. Instead Maikoni answered for him. "It's okay if you don't. I just thought you would but it's okay. Just know I love you."

Takashi closed his mouth and balled his hand. He didn't deserve her. He knows but he continues to give her hope. Maybe one day he'll be able to say it back to her. Maybe one day he'll move on from Rei and treat her the way she deserves to be treated. He could only wonder.

Kon stared at her ceiling. "Hey Taka-chan. What do you think will happen in the future? I think something exciting will happen." She said.

Takashi thought about what she said. Then he thought about the promise he made with Rei. He wanted to say he'd marry Rei but stopped. You two just got off the depressing stuff and he didn't want to go back. His girlfriend was about to call out to him until he spoke. "I'll marry you." He finally said before he realized his mistake. He didn't want to tell you that but it just happened.

The girl smiled wistfully. She knew who he really wanted to marry but decided to pretend he really meant it. "I'll hold you to that. But really Taka-chan think outside the box. What if the sky falls or..." she tapped her chin thinking then snapped her fingers. "... I know! What if zombies roamed the earth? What would you do?"

He chuckled. She always came up with ridiculous scenarios. "Obviously I'll fight them and protect my family and friends. What about you?" He asked.

"The same, of course." She said giggling. Her giggling died down. "Hey Takashi, if that does happen you'll never leave me right?"

When he didn't answer she grew worried. Was he fed up with her? Tears glistened in the corner of his eyes. Together forever that's what they promise. Even though their relationship was rocky she hoped he still kept their promise. Was it about to be broken?

"Maikoni, of course I'll never leave you. We promised right? Together forever."

Maikoni sniffed and smiled. "Yeah you're right." She yawned into the phone and rubbed her eyes. "Ne, Taka-chan I'm sleepy. Nighty night."

He glanced at his clock. It was almost two o'clock. "Alright get some sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow at school." He said.

She nodded into the phone. "Yeah." She said then hung up the phone and went to sleep.

Takashi stared at his phone and smiled. While he couldn't say he loved her like she did him at least he knew he had to protect her. He looked at his ceiling letting his eyes slowly close and falling asleep.

Takashi was so into his thoughts he didn't notice his classmate walking up the stairs towards him. "That's so stupid." she said.

He gave her a glance out the corner of his eye. "Takagi?" He asked, leaning on the railing. She put her hands on her hips. "Every time you have to face something you don't like you always escape to the same place. That's so elementary school." She walked towards him and leaned forward a bit. "Look at you, the first semester has just started. You better get ready for supplemental studies let alone repeating a grade. "

He turned towards her as she talked. He glanced down her shirt and looked at her breasts then turned his head. "I could say the same for you. The fifth period isn't even over yet." He said.

"It's okay because I'm a genius unlike you who got in this school by dumb luck, Komuro."

"Takagi, why do you always diss me like that?" He asked.

She crossed her arms. "Because I don't like stupid people."

"What?"

"Especially the one who can't admit they're stupid. You're stupid by at least you know you are. So if I tell you that you're stupid maybe you'll be less stupid, stupid. Huh?" She noticed Takashi turned away from her and leaned onto the railing, sighing. "What's the deal? Just because you got dumped by your childhood friend." She turned away. "That's stupid." She muttered and walked back down the stairs.

He didn't reply back. A sad expression made its way onto his face. She was right. He was sad that Rei didn't return his feelings. She told him she felt that way at one point but he didn't notice. He was still hurting from that but at the same time he thought about Maikoni and what they talked about last night. He meant what he said about never leaving her and protecting her. He would be keeping their promise no matter what.

Speaking of the girl, Maikoni, she was making her way up the stairs. She met Takagi on the way up and they both stopped. "I'm assuming he's up there?" She asked the pink haired girl. Takagi looked at the way she just came then to the girl. "Yep. He's moping about the girl that dumped him." She crossed her arms. "I don't know what you see in him. He's stupid and moping around recently. It's irritating."

Maikoni chuckled. "There's more to him than just that." She continued her way up the stairs as she waved slightly to the pinkette. "I'll see you later, Takagi."

Takagi huffed and continued to walk down the stairs. She wanted to call Maikoni an idiot but seeing as she is number two in ranking she couldn't. Well with dealing with Takashi she would always call her stupid.

Maikoni spotted him in the same position he was in when Takagi left. She slowly inched her way towards him and hugged him from behind. He jumped a bit in surprise and turned his head slightly to see the culprit.

"Found you, Taka-chan." She nuzzled more into his back. "I heard from Takagi that you were moping about Rei again."

He turned his head away from her. After what happened last night he didn't want her to hear about that. He thought she would get mad or be sad, considering she was his current girlfriend, but it was the opposite. She let go of him then grabbed his face slowly turning him towards her. He stared at her in shock. She was smiling at him. It was that smile of hers that enchants all who see.

Slowly she stood on her tip toes and lightly brushed her lips against his. "Taka-chan it's okay. I understand that you loved Rei and it's hard to see her in Hisashi's arms and not yours. I know that as your girlfriend you feel I should be mad but I can't. Even though we all grew up together and we both loved you, you picked Rei and I know she holds a place in your heart. I just want you to know that I'm here for you." She turned away from him ready to head back to her class. As she descended down the steps she could hear Takashi mutter, "I really don't deserve you." Takashi turned towards the gate leaning on the railing once again. He thought about what Rei told him the day she stopped talking to him. She told him that she couldn't deal with him anymore. Rattling was heard at the front gate.

Takashi gazed at the gate. "Who's that? Someone suspicious?" He asked himself.

At the gate was a man mindlessly banging himself into the gate. He watched as four of the school teachers walked towards the gate.

The female teacher pushed up her glasses. "What do you want? Don't do anything strange. " The man stopped banging his body on the gate.

One of the male teachers stepped in front of her. "Don't worry Ms. Hayashi, I'll handle this." He walks towards the man outside the gate then grabs his collar and yanks him into the gate. Ms. Hayashi looked frightened. "Wait, Mr. Teshima excessive violence is-" She paused talking and watched as the man grabbed Mr. Teshima's arm and bite into it causing blood to squirt. Mr. Teshima falls to the ground squirming as the man lets his arm go. She walks towards him with the other two teachers. Mr. Teshima fell to the ground dead with his eyes open.

"Oh my god he's dead." said the old male teacher.

Ms. Hayashi brought her hands to her face covering her mouth. "No way. From this kind of wound." She trailed off while watching his eyes close. Ms. Hayashi then gasped when she saw his hand twitch. "Mr. Teshima? Are you alright?"

Mr. Teshima's eyes reopened. She leaned over him smiling. "Oh Mr. Teshima thank god. You had me worried there for a..." Before she could finish her sentence Mr. Teshima grabbed the top of her shirt and lifted himself up while opening his mouth. When she was close enough he bit into her neck. Blood gushed into the air as her scream filled the air.

Takashi took a step backwards in shock and fear. He didn't believe what he just saw. He watched both the teachers, who were bitten, slowly make their way towards the other two teachers. He turned around and raced up the stairs with one thing on his mind. Rei. He needed to save her and make sure she's safe. He pushed the door leading to the hallway opened and ran towards her classroom. The class was silenced by the sound of the door slamming open.

"Komuro you couldn't be happy with just skipping my class? Now you're interrupting class?!" The teacher asked.

He ignored the teacher's question and walked towards his goal. He stopped in front of Rei's desk. "Come with me. We're going to get out of here." He demanded as he grabbed her arm and jerked her out of her seat.

Rei blushed. "Wha- What are you talking about?" She said startled. Takagi slammed her hands on the desk whilst standing up.

Hisashi walked towards them. "What is this all about, Takashi?"

Takashi turned to look at him. "Some people were just killed near the school gate. This is bad."

Hisashi jolted in shock. "Are you serious?"

"What do I gain by telling a lie like that?"

Rei pulled her arm from his hand. "Jeez! What's going on! I can never understand what's going on in your he-" She gasped as Takashi slapped her. She held her cheek and glared at him. "Wha"

"Just listen to me!" He yelled, interrupting her. He turned to look at Hisashi. Hisashi looked at him in shock then determination. Takashi turned around and left with Rei and Hisashi behind him. "Tell me what's going on!" Rei demanded.

"There was someone at the gate. The P.E. teachers went to check it out and something happened. And now those P.E. teachers are killing each other. " Rei shook her head. "That's insane."

They walked towards a janitor's locker and opened it. Takashi looked at Hisashi. "What? You forgot something?" Hisashi began rummaging through it until he came across a broom. "If what you told me is true, we're in need of weapons, right?" He grabbed a broom, broke the handle off, and handed it to Rei. Takashi found a student's bag with a baseball bat and grabbed it.

Takashi looked to see his best friend didn't have a weapon. "What about you?" Hasashi smirked. "I know I don't look it, but I've got a black belt in Karate. Anyway, let's get out of the school."

"Let's call the police. My dad is there too." Rei reasoned. Takashi pulled out his phone and gave it to her. "School rules are made to be broken, right?" She dialed the number and waited for him to pick up.

Hisashi looked at Takashi. "What about Maikoni?" Takashi glazed at him then looked at Rei. "She'll be fine. Rei is more important right now."

He shook his head. "After Rei's done, call her. I'm sure you don't want her getting hurt." As the two boys were having their conversation the line finally connected. Rei's eyes widened as she listened to the automatic voicemail. "No way."

They stopped their talk to look at her. "What's wrong?" She ignored them as she continued to listen to the machine. Her eyes were filled with fear. "110 is busy? That's impossible." Just as she took the phone away from her ear an announcement began.

"This announcement is for all students. A violent incident is taking place inside the school right now! All students must follow your teacher's instructions and evacuate. I repeat . a violent incident is taking place inside the school right now. All students must follow your teacher's instructions and.."

The announcement suddenly stopped. Each student waited anxiously wondering what happened. Maikoni gripped the ends of her desk as she waited. The only thing on her mind was finding Takashi. The announcer began to scream for help. Maikoni slowly got up from her desk while everyone was distracted, grabbed her wooden sword and made her way to the door and out the classroom. The moment the announcer screamed for help she knew what was going to happen. Once the screams stopped silence filled the school once more. All it took was a piece of chalk to fall for the stampede to start.

The students were pushing and shoving each other. Some were punching and trampling over other students. Others were yanking hair and tripping down the stairs. Maikoni was running away from the students while trying to call Takashi. She was scared. What the hell was going on? Where is Takashi? She tried calling and texting him but he wasn't answering. She stared down at her phone to send Takashi another text when she bumped into somebody. She fell down and dropped her phone.

"Ah that hurt." She looked up to see what knocked her over. Her face twisted into horror at the male student in front of her. His skin was gray, blood on his clothes, a bite mark on his neck, and milky eyes. He looked dead, kind of like a zombie. She didn't know if he could see her or not. Slowly she began to back away for him. Before she could get away he grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him. A loud scream left her mouth as he dragged her. His mouth was wide open ready to take a bite. Her pupils shrink in fear. She used her free leg to kick him in the face but he didn't let go. Tears filled the corners of her eyes. Was this it? Is this how she dies? She didn't want to die. The student managed to grab her other leg. Fear froze her body. She was paralyzed and shaking. What did her mother tell her? Take your fear and use it as strength? That's right. She was a member of the Hoshiyama clan and they take pride in their strength. Clenching her jaw she tightened her grip on her wooden sword, raised it over her head and struck his head while using the momentum to sit up. The student let go of her legs and she managed to get away and stand up. She looked down at him in sorrow. Even though is most likely dead he was still a person, but her will to survive overpowered. She continuously struck his head until he no longer moved. Her wild eyes look down at the body as she tries to calm her breathing. The only thing on her mind was the student she killed. She kept telling herself he was already dead but it didn't help.

Still in a daze Maikoni heard buzzing in the air. She turned her head to the right and saw her phone on the ground making the noise. She walked over to it and picked it up. As she grabbed it the buzzing stopped. Just as she was about to open it the buzzing began once more. She opened it and pressed the call button.

"Hello?" She spoke softly.

She heard rustling over the phone before someone spoke. "Kon?! Where are you?"

"Takashi? I'm by the classrooms. Where are you? What's happening? I just killed a person!" Her breathing began to pick up as she glanced at the body behind her. Takashi looked at the body of his best friend. He knew how she felt but know wasn't the time to mourn. "Listen to me. You didn't kill anyone. They were already dead and it was either you and them. Right now I'm with Rei. I'm..."

She cut him off. "Rei? If she's with you, where's Hisashi? He should be there too." She began walking down the hall in hopes of finding someone.

The brunette male sighed. "Hisashi... he didn't make it. He got bit." Static filled her ears at the news. Hisashi died. How is Rei right now? How was he feeling right now? She gripped her phone tighter. We can't think about feelings right now. We have to think about getting out of here.

"I'm sorry. I can gather what happened by your tone. Listen, if Rei is with you that means she's safe. The way I see it's a slim chance of us finding each other. You guys find a way out and I'll find my way out. If we cross paths then that's great. If not then take care of Rei and take care of yourself. Also remember I love you, Taka-chan." Before he could answer I hung up. The dial tone suffocated him. Maikoni sounded as if she was saying goodbye to him but that's not right. She couldn't say goodbye just yet. He promised he would protect her. He promised he would be there for her. He couldn't be either. She was alone protecting herself from 'them'. He took the phone from his ear and put it away then set down to rest.

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