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koiir · 10 months

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Tryna take a trip under the moonlight

— Lyrics from moonlight that describe how they love you

Characters; Rin, Bachira, Isagi, Reo x fem!reader

Genre; fluff, comfort?

A/n: going to continue with this little pattern of my post being inspired by twice for the next nine days… also not proofread so don’t mind the mistakes

“You’re eyes are glowing in the dark / lighting the way to where you are”

Rin cant place a finger on what he’s feeling at the moment, he should be focusing on his plays yet one thing is keeping his mind occupied, someone. It’s been like this for weeks, probably longer though since he’s always pushed the thought away. Not wanting to admit defeat to this… feeling he has for you.

Rin isn’t stupid, he knows what he should label this feeling as but doesn’t. He knows that he views you more as a friend, he wants more. But stubborn as ever, rin doesn’t accept this to be reality. Even when his teammates point out this, he ignores them as always. Cause what do they know about rin? What do they know about you two?

“Rinnieee, your girl is here.” “Shut up.” Rin wished he could punch Shidou, glaring at him as he laughed at Rin’s reaction. He asked for you to pick him up, enjoying the ride to wherever you two would go. You always decided on a new place to go, switching up where you two would go. Rin always said it was “stupid” but he couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed the whole ride with you.

Once away from the facility, Rin was able to spot you outside your car. Head down until you looked up at him, a smile making its way onto your face. Rin tried to fight it, but he let a small smile out. He couldn’t help it, rin was captivated by you.

His eyes naturally would follow you, it’s always been this way. Since youth, you would be the only other person who could catch his attention other than his brother. It’s like a treasure he was chasing, so desperate to make it his. It was your eyes that rin could never look away from, his favorite part of you if he was being honest.

The way your eyes lit up, the way that had rin in a trance, not being able to look away. His only thought being getting closer to you, following the path with a glow so bright he couldn’t describe.

For once maybe rin can focus on something else, maybe something different could bring him a new happiness. He isn’t so certain of his decision until he gets closer, and looks at your eyes. The light in them telling him everything he needs to know. The light in you will lead him to become better, better in himself and create something beautiful that he never thought he could obtain.

“Ain’t nothing pulling us apart / when we’re together”

Any moment spent with Bachira is always filled with the unexpected, what else could you expect from him? But that’s what you loved about him, with your two different personality’s the two of you complimented each other and fit together like a puzzle piece.

So any time spent with Bachira, expect him to keep a hand on you at all times. It seems as though he can’t keep his hands off of you, especially now at the beach. He’s jealous, that much is obvious to you as he kept a turning his head around.

“Stop looking Meguru,” you snapped him out of his trance, a pout on his face.

“I can’t though! Especially with the way they keep looking at you…”

It’s been like this every since you two came to the beach, Bachira noticed the stares those boys were giving at you. Jealousy filled his veins, the way others looked at you as if you were single and clearly not with him.

“What if they noticed you though, it isn’t every day Meguru Bachira is out and about.” You teased, a grin on your face as you looked at him like he was the only one sight.

And in truth, he was the only one in sight. He wanted it to stay this way, making sure no one caught your eye but him. A spark erupted inside of him, now it was his turn to give you that grin smirk you loved.

“How about we take a dip in the water?” Bachira wasn’t going to wait for you to answer, but instead grabbing you into a bridal style hold and heading to the shore ahead.

“MEGURU BACHIRA STOP,” you kept calling out for him to stop, laughter coming from the both of you as you finally reached the water.

The cold water hit your knees as Bachira put you down, only for you to cling onto him as he laughed. “What the hell meguru!” A small hit to his chest was given as you looked up at him.

You couldn’t help but just stare, the same could be said for Bachira. The sun had set long ago, leaving the faint scene of the moon with the stars in view, creating a light in which you two shined under.

“Heh… hey, I love you [name].”

He softly spoke, enough for you to hear. Bachira didn’t look away, still looking deep into your eyes with passion so strong it burned like a flame. He pulled you in, making note of the way it seemed as though you two were the only ones around.

The silhouette of two could be seen the distance of the beach, the two lovers that held each other in the water sharing a moment of love. Although it seemed that he had calmed down, Bachira made sure to give a grin while sticking his tongue out to the group of boys eyeing you. Making it know that he was yours, and you his.

“I Wanna be the air, be the air your breath / hold you forever”

SIMPP. That’s all I can say about him, bye. No but actually, with the was Isagi act’s you, it’s so obvious how down bad he is for you. It’s evident in the way he goes full on caring mood, watching for every single thing if it means that you will be fine.

Especially now, with you being sick and having to be taken care of, but your mother took that role while Isagi wished he could help.

“Can I come over?!” His voice laced with concern, almost pleading for you to say yes.

“Yoichi no-“

“[name] please? I’m sure your mom would appreciate the help,” ever since he found out of your sickness, isagi had been making plans for every thing that you might need, and would come over or drop it off. He was suppose to leave, but he couldn’t, not if it meant he could be by your side while in your time of need.

Your mother greatly appreciated him, she always had been fond of your best friend over the years, so when he came to help she would tease you once he had left. Telling you how lucky you were to have found someone like him.

“And what if you get sick? I don’t want that for you,” if only you knew how those words affected him. Isagi had always loved the way you always think of others, even if you always didn’t voice it. How he wished to be next to you right now, being in the same space caring for you. He never thought he would grow envious of air itself, wishing you could breathe him in the same way you do as air.

“What about your mom, huh? She might get sick, and would you rather her get sick than me?”

“It’s not like that’s going to happen, cause at least she’s keeping her distance unlike you who literally stayed in my room for your whole stay even though I kept sneezing and coughing.”

He remembered that, it was only two days ago when he stayed with you. Isagi stayed In your room, even with your protest. But he argued that you might get bored being alone and that he had to take care of you. With your mother out, he was the only one able to aid you, so you didn’t bother fighting back. Also because his presence made everything seem more better, resulting in you to fall into a blissful slumber. Dreaming of a new dawn to come.

“Ughh, fine. But on one condition.”

“And?! What is it?!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness, your heart flutter after seeing him so happy over your answer.

“You make the soup… you know the one gave me that one time? Oh! Maybe you can even teach me how to make it? How does that sound?”

You continued the ramble on, isagi hearing attentively while he smiled to himself. He’ll do anything for you if it means he gets the chance to be with you.

“All the stars above got nothing on you baby / and your love is shining like the sky”

Reo has had everything handed to him. That much was obvious when you first two became friends, but the so obvious was no longer true when he befriended the guy ‘nagi’ and had to basically drag him everywhere you two went. Reo helped form the trio between you three, and soon it became a daily thing for the three of you to hang out.

You remember the day reo told you about his true dream and goal, the one he wished for one day. The one thing that was not in his grasp. Even with the two of you being friends for a couple months, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were going to have the same thoughts as everyone else. Wondering why he had such a foolish dream when he already had everything he needed.

But when you told him that he should go for it, telling him he was already a natural player, he felt something he never had before. The smile you gave him reminding him of how he smiled when watching soccer matches, the smile so bright he couldn’t look away. That’s when it occurred to Reo that he had another dream, the one in which he had you.

“Man… you so lucky [name] that your house has so much space. Meanwhile I had to be trapped in that apartment I live in…”

“That’s because you live in the City reo, plus your apartment isn’t bad at all! It’s large and is really pretty you know.” You two had always been over to the others home, enjoying the company of one another and sometimes with nagi. But tonight it was only you and reo, on top of the roof of your home that had a view the mountains.

Reo remembered first seeing the new place your dad had bought, having people build the beautiful house filled with acres of land. He loved the freedom that came from your home, wishing he could be over with you all the time.

“Well yeah… but sometimes I wished here. Do you know if any of the lands are available?” A grin made an appearance on rep’s face, the grin he could never let go of when with you.

“Reo you know all the lands have been sold, why not try to bargain with one of the owners?” You gave a sly smile, knowing that if he wanted, he could get any home he desired.

He gave a small “no,” looking up at the sky that was filled with countless of stars. The ones that twinkled so bright, reminding him of the bright future he could have if he gave it his all. The he thought of you, wondering about the possible out come of you two. He thought of a future, one In where you were his, finally being able to make you his. No matter how many stars reo counted, he only had one he wished to have.

“Enjoying the view?” Your voice being him back to reality, the reality in which you two lay next to each other. He wished he could do this every day, be by your side, be the one who holds your heart.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so bad… even with the countless numbers of stars the only thing on my mind is you.” Reo could only hope that you could make his dreams come true, that you felt the same. He waited, until he heard the words spoken from you that gave him all the hope he needed. The words that made him realize his dream just might come true.

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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prof buying lingerie to impress h and being super shy?

sure! i imagine this being towards the beginning of their relationship (after they've made up and everything)

The Professor series

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"That's Harry Styles' girlfriend?"

You wished the girl hadn't said it so incredulously.

You weren't sure if she thought you couldn't hear her, or if she knew you could and didn't care. Either way, it stung.

The urge to sprint out of the clothing store was great, but you tried to ignore it, not wanting to bring more attention to yourself. You could picture the girl and her friends giggling as you walked away with your head hung with embarrassment. So you kept rifling through stacks of clothes, not really wanting to shop anymore.

"She dresses like a grandma. Or a librarian."

"She dresses like her mom still picks out her clothes!"

"I thought Harry only dated models? Why the hell is he with her?"

"I don't know, she seems nice."

"You need to be more than nice to date someone like Harry, don't you think? I don't know she just seems so...plain."

"She must be a great fuck. She has to be looking like that and keeping his attention that long."

The last comment had your ears burning. You knew you weren't exactly Harry's type, that statistically, he did go for a certain body type and look in the past. That didn't diminish how he felt about you, though, and you didn't know why being an outlier in your boyfriend's dating history made people think that way, or how your sex life was anyone's business but your own.

You'd always had a blunt way of speaking, but these teenagers were absolutely brutal. As calmly as you could, you moved to the opposite end of the store and out of earshot.

Only when you were good and ready and decided there was nothing in the store that you liked did you leave. You walked through the mall, passing by a storefront that displayed posters of models in bras and panties, each more revealing than the last. Looking down at your patterned sweater, corduroy pants, and mismatched socks, you frowned, even moreso when you remembered the plain nude bra you were wearing underneath. Did you really dress like a grandma? You never spent much time with your own grandparents growing up, but from the little you did see of your grandmother, she didn't dress the way you did. And the comment about librarians was simply misinformation, you decided.

In a split-second decision, you went inside the lingerie store. Just to check it out, you told yourself. Besides, there was no such thing as too much underwear, you thought.

The first thing that you noticed was lace. Lace in all different colors and floral patterns, lace covering the top of a bra or fanning out over the waistline of a pair of underwear, lace that seemed dainty, and lace that seemed...domineering? You took in everything, trying to determine which sets seemed the most like you, but nothing really stood out in that regard, which was probably the goal of the store. The models wearing the store's garments sent a message of unattainability to its consumers. Try all you like, they all seemed to say. You'll never look like us.

You never understood the plight of body image issues and body dysmorphia more than you did staring in the middle of the store right then. You'd never struggled with your appearance much. Physical attraction could actually be traced back to math and science, proportions and angles and all that. You didn't fall into that small percentage of people who fit into the equation, and you were perfectly okay with that. You had many more interesting things to offer than what big corporations such as the store you were in deemed attractive or desirable. Or "tolerable" as Mr. Darcy would say.

Still, it was hard to remind yourself of that as models with toned bodies and perfect, perky breasts smiled down at you condescendingly.

"Can I help you find anything?"

Startled out of your thoughts, you turned to see a woman around your age smiling at you.

"Um...No, I'm just looking, thank you," you said.

"Any occasion in particular?" the woman pressed, a smile that said, please let me help you I need the commission, written on her face.

You found yourself saying, "I guess I'm looking to...branch out a little?"

"Well, you've come to the right place," the woman said. "Do you need to be sized today?"

From there, the woman piled up different colors, and cups, and cuts into your arms. You owned maybe three or four thongs and one push-up bra, and had no opinion on any kind of style, so you let her grab whatever she wanted for you, though the more she plucked from drawers, the more overwhelmed you became.

"That should be a good place to start," she finally said, setting a lacy one-piece complete with a garter belt on top of your small mountain of lingerie. "Let me open a fitting room for ya."

You followed dutifully, thanking the woman as she shut the door. Finally alone, you set the pile down, unsure of where to start. "Just work your way down," you mumbled, picking up the one-piece.

You tried on bra after corset after g-string after cheeky fit, but nothing really stood out to you. You looked fine in them, you supposed, but none of them seemed special enough or worth buying. As you were trying on a black number that was mostly see-through, there was a soft knock on the door.

"How are you doing in there?"

Looking in the mirror, you shrugged. "Fine. I'm not really sure if I like any of them, though."

"Need a second opinion?"

Thinking it couldn't hurt, you put on a set that was less revealing and opened the fitting room door. The woman gave you a onceover, then told you to turn around so you could see yourself in the mirror.

"I mean, you look great. What don't you like about this one?"

While you appreciated the compliment, you just didn't like the set, a deep red one with little bows on the hips and the middle of the bra. "I don't know," you said with a shrug.

"Well, is there anything you do like about it?" she offered, going for a different angle.

You tilted your head to the side. "I guess...I like that it isn't so harsh. It's...sweet...I guess? Does that make sense?"

"It does," she said. "I can work with that. Anything about the others that stick out to you?"

"I think I like it better when my ass isn't completely out," you said.

"Okay. Noted," she said, clearly amused, but not in a way that you found antagonizing. "I'll be back."

You went back into the fitting room while the woman traversed the store to find something for you. Grabbing your phone, you snapped a picture and sent it to Harry.

You: What do you think?

You slipped into a couple more and sent a few more pictures, trying to see if Harry could give you some insight. He had an eye for fashion. He would be able to guide you.

Before you could send a fifth, he called you.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Uh...no? Are you driving? Sorry, I'll stop texting you."

Harry choked on a laugh. "It's not that I'm driving, which I'm not, by the way. You're sending me pictures of yourself half naked."

"Oh. Right. Well, I was just walking past this store and I thought I would try a couple things on, but I haven't liked anything, so I thought I would ask for your opinion, but if you're busy—"

"I'm not busy," he said in a rush. "Well, I kind of am, but now I have to wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Y/n. You sent me four pictures of you in very revealing lingerie, and now I'm hiding in the studio's bathroom. What do you think I'm waiting for?"

"I don't—Oh," you said, his predicament finally dawning on you.

"Yeah 'Oh.'" he said, but you could tell he wasn't really mad. "So you'll be happy to know that I think you look to die for in all of them, but they don't really feel like you, you know?"

"That's exactly what I thought! Here, what do you think of this one?"

You sent another picture, and you could tell Harry had seen it by the harsh exhale that escaped through his nose. "Now you're just teasing me because I told you I was hiding in a bathroom."

"But what did you think?" you pressed on, ignoring his comment.

"You look great, love, I always think so. But...you know you don't have to wear all that to impress me or anything like that right? I love the stuff you already have."

"I know. This isn't for you explicitly, I just wanted your opinion."

Harry laughed. "And here I thought I was going to be a reassuring boyfriend."

"I mean, I've always found it kind of odd that women have to go out of their way to dress up for their partners. I understand it to some extent, but you don't see men going out of their way to get all dressed up, do you? Why do we have to wear the uncomfortable underwear and itchy lace to impress you? And by you I mean the male population, of course."

"Of course," Harry replied. "You make a good point, love. Buy whatever the hell you want."

"Thank you."

There was a moment of silence, and then, "Did you still want my opinion or are you all good?"

"Mm...Yes, but objectively. And since we are dating and I do like doing nice things for you, I will take into consideration color preference and perhaps a part of my body that you might want to see accentuated."

"I greatly appreciate it," he said, his voice mock-serious. "Well, I'm not sure I can be objective, but I suppose like when you wear pink, and...Oh! You have two little freckles just above your right hip bone. As long as I can see 'em I'm good."

His answer had you blushing from the crown of your head all the way down to your neck. How did that make you blush more than any comment about your breasts would? "You're a charmer."

"One of my best qualities according to my mum," Harry said. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a situation that this conversation is in no way helping and a song to record, so I will see you at home."

"Okay, sorry about the situation. Love you!"

Harry responded in kind and hung up the phone. Once the call ended, you opened the fitting room door again, surprised when the woman was there. You could tell she'd just been standing there for a while, listening to your phone call.

"Sorry," she said blushing. "I had your things, and then I was curious. My grandmother always called me a chismosa growing up."

"It's fine," you said, trying to focus on the matter at hand.

"I think I found something you might like," she said, then handed two garments. "It's sweet, like you said you liked, and it covers up more than some of the other ones, if that's more the route you want to take."

The material was gauzy and pink, with ruffles cinching the top and bottom of the bra. And instead of underwear, the bottoms were ruffled shorts made of the same material. The woman was right, you decided. It was sweet with its pink satin bows and over-the-shoulder design.

"It comes with a matching garter, but you don't have to wear it if you don't want to," she said.

Your eyes lifted to hers appreciatively. "Thank you."

Once again inside the fitting room, you tried on the final set. You knew that it was either going to be this one or nothing, so you shimmied into the shorts, straightened out the neckline of the top, and considered yourself in the mirror.

It was perfect. You didn't feel so exposed or like you were way outside your comfort zone, but you felt good too. Sexy, even, something you never went out of your way to feel. And just as Harry hoped, the two freckles on your hip were visible, so he would get something out of this after all.

"I think I like this one," you said through the door.

"Oh good! I'll be at the register when you're ready to check out."

Looking at yourself in the mirror one last time, you debated sending Harry another picture. He'd joined you on this journey so far, but you didn't want to pull him away from his work again. And you had to begrudgingly admit, there was a part of you that wanted to see his eyes light up in person when he saw it on you for the first time.

Once you were back in your clothes, which you determined were not what a grandma would wear, you went to the register to check out.

"Thank you for helping me," you said. "I...find it hard to dress in a way that's conventionally sexy and still feel like myself."

"Happy to help," she said with a grin. "And I know I'm outing myself as an eavesdropper again, but I liked what you said about not having to dress up for anyone. My boyfriend always likes to see me in all this stuff, but he's not going out of his way to impress me, so why should I?"

You smiled. "Exactly. And I don't mind dressing up for my boyfriend, but he's not the only one, you know? I'm dressing up for me. Him liking what I wear is just a bonus."

"And he's fine with that?" she asked, almost like she couldn't help it. It made you realize that you had very different boyfriends.

You made a note to let Harry know how much you appreciated him forever never telling you what to wear or how to dress. Those girls in the other store had their opinions, but what they didn't know was Harry loved the way you dressed, and even if he didn't he loved you for you, not necessarily the clothes you wore. Why they thought he was so shallow was beyond you. Harry never came across that way, you didn't think.

"I mean, I'm no model and I dress like this and he loves me anyway," you said with a shrug.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the way you dress," she said. "It's cute in a quirky kind of way. And being a model is overrated."

You'd never had much in terms of friends. You were much younger than all of your classmates growing up, and before Harry, you mostly kept to yourself. But you thought if you did have a friend, this was how conversations would go. It felt nice to speak so openly with someone. Besides Harry, obviously.

What the woman said was true, you knew that. Though no matter how much you knew that, or how many books on feminism you read, sometimes being insecure was inevitable. Especially when comments about your appearance came from judgy teenage girls.

"Thank you. I'm Y/n, by the way."

"I know. I watch your videos a lot," she said. "I'm Samantha."

As you left, you hoped to bump into Samantha again. She was nice and someone you could see yourself getting along with. Another friend you made all on your own.

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"Okay, you can open your eyes in three...two...one!"

"Wow."

"What do you think?"

"I think the fishnets make your legs look great," you said, taking in Harry's "surprise."

You'd come home shortly after leaving the lingerie store, eager to show Harry what you finally decided on, but before you could even set your bags down, your boyfriend was tugging you by the hand and into your bedroom. He'd been in a robe, which wasn't totally out of place. He lounged around in them a lot when he was at home. What wasn't typical was when he sat you down on the edge of the bed and told you to close your eyes.

He was in fishnet tights and a pair of leather shorts, the rest of his body free of clothing. Your eyes took in the sight, from the top of his head right down to the ruffled socks that covered his feet.

"I thought about what you said," Harry told you by way of explanation. "About men not having to dress up in the bedroom."

With a small smile, you said, "Is that what this is about? You didn't have to—"

"I know, but I wanted to. I don't think I'm comfortable wearing lace underwear, not yet anyway, only time will tell, but I still had this from a photoshoot I did a few years ago, and I thought, well, I thought—"

"You look really handsome," you said.

"Really?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You know you do."

Harry grinned down at the floor, though you weren't sure if he felt as bashful as he looked or if he was playing it up a little. "Yeah, but I like hearing you say it."

"I'd be happy to tell you all the things I find physically attractive about you," you said honestly. Patting the spot next to you on the bed, you said, "Come sit."

Harry did exactly that, and you had every intention of making good on your promise, but seeing him up close made you falter. He'd smudged eyeliner in the corners of his eyes, a little messily, as if he wasn't really sure how to put it on. There was something glittery on his cheeks and collarbones, and he smelled absolutely divine.

"You..."

"Yeah?"

In a move that surprised even you, you pushed Harry back onto the bed, one hand in his hair and the other on his torso as you kissed him hard. Harry made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, but he was quick to recover.

"You look really pretty," you said, kissing the shell of his ear all the way down to his jaw. "And I like the tights, but I would like to take them off now."

Harry grinned, his eyes closed as he enjoyed your lips traveling down his neck. "Okay. Give me a moment, and I'll—"

"No. I'll do it," you said, bringing your head up toward his for one last kiss before moving to rid him of the shorts and tights.

Harry leaned on his elbows, lifting his hips up so you could take his shorts off. They were still suspended in the air, but you had yet to take the tights off. "Love?"

"I—I think I want to keep kissing you with them on for a little bit," you said.

"Fine by me. Kiss away."

"But first." You stood up and grabbed the little shopping bag you brought to your room. "Let me change."

Harry raised his brows at you but didn't say anything as you disappeared into your bathroom. You quickly shed your day clothes and put on the set you bought. You felt just as good as you did in the store, which you marked as a good sign. But when your hand reached for the doorknob, you hesitated.

"H?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Can you close your eyes? Please?"

"Of course."

You knew you looked good, and you knew Harry liked the way you looked, fancy lingerie or not. But there was something so vulnerable about showing yourself off in this way. The anticipation of it all made your stomach flip. You weren't the type to draw attention to yourself with clothing, you just wore what you liked. It kind of felt like you were performing for him, and the longer you waited, the more the excitement converted into nerves. But Harry went out of his comfort zone for you, and while you knew you didn't have to, you wanted to. Just because.

So, stepping out of the bathroom, you quietly padded over to where Harry was still waiting on the bed, one hand covering his eyes, you returned to him, legs draping over both of his hips.

When you told him to open his eyes, they didn't go wide the way you had anticipated, the way yours had. They were quite hooded as he took everything in. He didn't say anything for a full minute, like he was processing each stitch and bow. His thumb absentmindedly brushed over the two freckles on your hip, sending shivers down your spine.

"So...can we kiss now?"

Harry chuckled, but his eyes raised to yours anyway, and you found only fondness there. Okay, maybe a little lust, but it was mostly fondness.

"Yes, I would very much like to kiss you," he said. "I just wanted to tell you that you look—"

You couldn't wait any longer. You kissed him, perhaps even more aggressively than before. Harry had no problem with that, though. His hands held onto your waist, pushing you closer to each other until there wasn't a sliver of space between you.

Later that night, you were laying on your sides so you could face each other. His hand was on your hip and playing with one of the satin bows while yours was in his hair and combing through his curls idly. The Emperor dozed between you while Faye Winter was curled up by the window, enjoying the midafternoon sun.

"What brought all of this on, anyway?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not every day that I get texts from you in different kinds of lingerie or that you buy stuff like this. I'm just curious to know what led you to...do all of this."

"I..." You wished you could say you bought it because you just felt like it, that it had nothing to do with what you'd overheard in a different store. "I'd overheard some girls talking..."

You explained how your day played out. From going to a store to browse at clothes to what those girls said about you, to your adventure into the world of intimates.

"I know you like the way I look, and I know that I don't need any sort of validation, or that I have anything to prove to anyone about my body, but..."

"People get insecure, Y/n. It happens," Harry said gently. "Just know that I love you for you, inside and out, body and mind and soul and all that, okay?"

"I know."

Harry laughed at your blunt delivery, and you laughed too. "Of course you do, but I was kind of hoping you would reciprocate the sentiment."

Eyes widening, you said, "Right, right, right. I love you too. Top to bottom, inside and out."

Harry grinned, his eyes crinkled in a way that told you he couldn't be more content than he was in that moment. Reaching for the Emperor, he set him down on top of his stomach to make room for you at his side. You shuffled closer immediately, your leg slotting between his as your cheek rested on the spot between his shoulder and chest.

"So, you were right. Sarah loved Persuasion," Harry said.

Leaning up a little, you smiled wide. "Oh, she did?"

"Yep. I'm beginning to think you have a knack for finding the right book for the right person. We might have to start a book club when we start touring."

"Very rockstar of you," you said.

"I'd like to think so," Harry agreed. "Anyway, she said she's ready for the next recommendation whenever you are."

Your face lit up like Harry knew it would. "I have so many. She can obviously keep going with Austen, or if she wants something more contemporary, she can read..."

Harry kissed the top of your head, but that didn't stop you from rattling off titles of books, even if they weren't for him and you could tell Sarah your book recommendations yourself. Once you got on a roll about books, it was hard to stop you. But he didn't mind. He was just happy to hold you against his side, his fingers tracing patterns on your hip while he continued to listen.

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Peach Tea in Tennessee | One

Pairing: Elvis Presley x black!reader

Word Count: 6K

Summary: Love is wasted on the young, or so they say. This isn’t the case for Elvis. He never dreamed of it happening to him, but a girl with the nude brown sunhat who sits in the park near Lauderdale Courts with the romance novel in her hand would change a lot of his thoughts about what true love truly means. This is a love story for the young and old, this is the love story that deserves to be told.

Warnings: teenaged!elvis, black bookworm!reader, smut (in later chapters), fluff, angst (lots of it), twists and turns, slow burn, a classic love story, written in the segregation/civil rights era, mention of racial slurs, happy ending???

A/N: Hey there babies, welcome to the beginning of Peach Tea in Tennessee. I wasn’t for sure if this would be a series or not, but because of my darlings, it has become a series! I’ve gotten some ideas from some of my babies and decided that this shouldn’t only be a one-shot so this is what it has come down to. This was a request from a wonderful anon who blew my mind with what she asked for. I don’t wanna keep you guys but I’m truly excited to see how this series will turn out. I hope everyone sticks around and enjoys the love story of Elvis and his little peach. 💗

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Summers in Memphis were unusually scorching. The neighborhood kids would find themselves spending their breaks away from school by the lake or playing in the streets near a busted fire hydrant.

Elvis was no different.

Although he wasn’t necessarily popular with his peers at Humes, he still had a small circle of people he would like to think were his friends. One blistering summer day, Elvis was heading to the lake to meet with his friend, Red West. He had to beg his mother to allow him to take the car, but he knew that she would worry that something would happen to him during the route.

He started the journey there, his trusty guitar thrown over his shoulder and a song in his head. It would take him longer on foot than if he would have gotten the keys to his 1941 Lincoln, but he felt that he needed the exercise. He cursed under his breath as the blistering sun beamed down on his skin, eyes hooded as he tried to keep himself composed.

As he rounded the corner, he could make out a few of the neighborhood kids from his school who would in their spare time make jokes about his lanky form or his fashion. They would call him ‘squirrel’ or ‘mama’s boy’, but it didn’t bother him much. While he kept his eyes forward in hopes that they didn’t notice him, his eyes cut to the local park that all of the poor families of the neighborhood would frequent.

His family lived in Lauderdale Courts, the first of many housing projects that were owned by the government. The local park was a place where he and his family would often spend their time when they needed a place that was less stuffy than the two bedroom apartment that they lived in. He continued forward, his eyes lingering over the people who were out and about with their children or with their significant others.

However, there was one woman who stood out the most to him. You sat on a knitted quilt, the patterns catching his eyes with little birds and sunflowers on each piece of fabric. You had a nude brown sunhat on your head, but he could count the amount of curls on your head as your face was pushed into a book. Your cocoa brown complexion shone under the heated sun, the sundress that you wore was almost cream but it made your complexion stand out.

Although he couldn’t see your face, he knew that you were beautiful. Elvis was almost starstruck with how content you seemed, book in hand, surrounded by little eatables that he figured that you liked. While he was caught in wonder at the beautiful girl who sat in the entrance of the park, he bumped into something or someone. He didn’t want to turn away from her and from the looks of the person who stood in the way of his dream girl, he wished that he hadn’t.

“Hey Squirrel, where are you headed?” The voice caught him by surprise.

He sucked in a breath, feeling the presence of two more people behind him. It was Richard Dundy and his goons, the football stars at Humes who often were at the forefront of his teasing. His electric blues glared at the boy, sidestepping him as he only wanted to keep walking until he made it to the lake. His eyes turned back to where you were sitting only to find that you had placed the book aside as the commotion distracted you. Your eyes burned into the boy who stood in front of him, daggers in your eyes as your lips sat in a tight line.

“Why don’t you leave him alone?” His eyes widened like saucers at the sound of your voice.

He didn’t think that you would sound as beautiful as you looked; your bronze eyes watching their every move, but hadn’t once looked in his direction. Then your eyes turned to look at him and he could have sworn that his heart jumped out of his chest. He didn’t want you to get involved, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if you had gotten in trouble by defending him. Especially because you were on the different spectrum when it came to race. However, race didn’t matter to him. You were incredibly breathtaking and he would come to your rescue if he needed to.

“Nobody was talkin’ to you, little lady.” Richard spat, the hatred filling his eyes as they raked over your body.

Elvis could see red, reaching forward to grip the boy’s collar before leaning into his ear. “You don’t talk to a woman that way, I don’t care who she is.”

Richard smirked, his eyes moving from you before turning back to the boy in front of him. By the look of his wild eyes, Elvis knew that he brought unnecessary trouble to you. But, as troubles would often come and go in his life, he knew that he didn’t like the way they looked at you. He found himself wanting to protect you, even if it was from himself.

“Oh, so little mama’s boy has a darkie as a girlfriend? You never fail to disgust me every time I see you.”

That did it.

Elvis didn’t hold himself back as he reared his fist back before connecting it to Richard’s smug face. He heard you gasp, but all he could see was red. As he tussled with Richard on the ground, he could feel his goons struggling to pick him up from where he sat, fists connecting with every part of his face that he could reach. At that moment, he was pushed off but his eyes never left yours as he watched you covering your mouth at the commotion in front of you.

He was so embarrassed that he made a fool of himself in front of you. Once the situation died down, he looked in your direction once more, almost falling back down on the concrete from your beautiful smile. He couldn’t be in your presence looking the way that he did, so he gave a small smile to you before continuing on his way.

You were shocked that a guy like him would have issues with others. In your mind, you figured that he was popular, but due to the situation that happened before you, you felt pity for the boy. You could only hope that you would have the chance to express to him how grateful you were that he stood up for you.

Days went by without the sighting of the lanky, blue eyed boy who pummeled the rascal that spoke to you in such a hateful manner. You shouldn’t be surprised though, you lived in such a time where people would spit in your general direction. Not him, you hoped. However, as time went on, you would begin to believe that the situation days prior was only a fluke. When he didn’t show up in the days following the incident, you were beginning to think that it was the last time that you would see him.

What you didn’t know was that he would walk that same path past the park once you were gone, his heart hopeful to catch a glance of the beautiful girl with the bronze complexion that shimmered under the sun. He was beginning to lose hope as well when he didn’t see the beautiful quilt or the nude sunhat that sat on the crown on your head. How he wished that he wasn’t a coward, that he didn’t even know your name. He couldn’t face you after you witnessed him struggling to seem macho.

He didn’t want to approach you, with the fear that you would view him as a boy who couldn’t hold his own. That he couldn’t protect you from the dangers that you dealt with on a day-to-day basis. Elvis was conflicted; he wanted to hide himself away from you, viewing you as a goddess that deserved to be treated with the utmost respect but he also wanted to get to know you. He wanted to know what you liked and disliked, he wanted to be the man who made you smile like you always did when you were neck deep in those books of yours.

One summer afternoon, Elvis walked that same path with his guitar strapped to his back. His cerulean eyes searched the entire park for the dark-skinned beauty who had become a fixture of his daily thoughts. He was eager to see you once again, but he wasn’t willing to have his hopes shattered at the reality that maybe he had scared you away. He told his mama all about the girl who captured his attention, how you loved romance novels and little snack cakes. His cousins teased him about how he was becoming a hopeless romantic, after all, they were used to seeing him being chased by girls on the regular. You weren’t like those girls, he refused to believe that you would throw yourself all over him because of his act of chivalry.

Elvis needed to know your name. He knew that it would taste sweet on the tip of his tongue, but he had no clue where to find you. Elvis didn’t know if he would ever see you again, but he wasn’t willing to give up until he captured your beauty in his sights once more.

“Excuse me sir, I’ve seen you walk past this park every single day. Are you looking for someone by chance?” Elvis turned to see a taller woman with the same complexion as the girl who graced his dreams.

It wasn’t you, but maybe she would know where he could find the smaller framed woman that he has been searching endlessly for.

“Uh y-yes. Ya see, ‘m lookin’ for a short woman. W-with the b-beautiful b-ronzed skin that shines under the sun. She’s always readin’ a book or somethin’, n-nude sunhat?” He stammered over his words, cheeks tinted with pink.

The girl in front of him pondered over his words for some time before a knowing smile crossed her lips. Elvis didn’t miss the way her eyes lit up as if she knew exactly who he was talking about. She stepped away from him, peering at him with an unyielding gaze before she opened her mouth.

“So you’re the boy who punched that scoundrel in the face?” She asked, eliciting a nod from Elvis as he twiddled with his thumbs.

Elvis didn’t know where the girl was going with the conversation, but he didn’t press her any further. He was sure that she didn’t know the unknown woman who plagued his dreams every night, but he was surprised when her smile grew. “You’re looking for Y/N. She’s been at the park everyday, lookin’ for you. However, when she didn’t see you, she was beginning to give up so she took a break for a while. I can tell you where she lives if you want to find her?”

Elvis’ knees nearly gave out at the sound of your name. Y/N. He was right that your name was just as beautiful as you were. The girl gave him your address and he became immediately familiar with the neighborhood; after all, that’s where he would frequent with his buddies when they went looking for the hot spots to catch a glimpse of his favorite musicians. Elvis was the type to not chase his tail while trying to get a girl’s attention, but he didn’t mind making a fool of himself in order to get yours.

That same night, he sat at the dinner table with his folks happily chewing up the meatloaf that his mother had made. His mama knew that he was growing impatient with the search for the girl who caught her boy’s attention. It was then at the dinner table that she knew that something had changed, but she couldn’t put two and two together at that time.

“What’s got you so happy, baby?” Gladys placed her fork back down on the plate, catching Vernon’s attention as he sipped from his beer bottle.

“Why can’t the boy be happy, Gladys? He’s been down in the dumps since last week, maybe something good happened at school.” Vernon grunted, turning to face his son as he looked at the both of his parents.

“Nothin’ ever good happens at school, Daddy.” Elvis started, placing his fork down on the table before grabbing the glass of his mama’s famous lemonade, taking a couple of gulps before placing the glass back down on the table.

“If nothin’ ever good happens at school, son, why don’t ya tell us what’s got ya so merry then?” Vernon pressed, a smirk crossing his lips as he knew it had something to do with the short brown-skinned woman that his son wouldn’t stop yammering about.

“I finally found that girl that I was tellin’ yous about. Her name is Y/N and she lives out there by Beale Street.” Elvis grinned, his cheeks burning pink as he felt embarrassed about how jubilant he sounded when speaking your name.

“That’s great news, baby. Are you gon’ invite her over for dinner?” Gladys questioned, a soft smile crossing her lips as she took in the horrified look on her son’s face by the question she asked.

“Mama, I don’t wanna scare her away by invitin’ her to meet my parents so early when I didn’t even know her name until earlier today.” He groaned, brows furrowed as he so desperately wanted you to meet his parents.

“I’m thinkin’ about askin’ her out on a date first. She may not even be interested in me, I’m white and she’s black. That may be a problem for her.” He frowned, scratching at the back of his neck as his ears burned red.

Gladys frowned at her son’s ignorance, sending a sharp glare in his direction before turning to her husband. She knew the era that they lived in, but she could never understand how people could have an hateful perception of a dynamic of people based on the color of their skin. Back in Tupelo, Gladys remembered a kind woman who welcomed her and her son with open arms when they became the only white family to move into Shake Rag. From then on, she had come to love and cherish every human that graced the world.

The good Lord’s word always preached to love thy neighbor and in her eyes, black people weren’t an exception to the rule. She didn’t miss how Elvis was always fascinated by the tent revivals that happened in the same town of Shake Rag, listening to him become thrilled about the type of music that he wanted to make once he grew older. Although she worried about her son, she always wanted her son to be happy. A couple of grandkids didn’t hurt either.

She knew that it was a little bit early to talk to her son about her desire to see her son happily married with children of his own, to fill the void that she has always had since her beloved Jessie earned his angel wings. God knows that she and Vernon couldn’t bear having another child, the uncertainty that the same would happen to it if they pushed through. Having Elvis was enough, but she couldn’t help but to think that maybe growing old and witnessing her precious son having his own family would fill the hole that became engraved in her heart.

“I’m sure that she would be delighted to go on a date with you, son. Don’t let the segregation laws stop ya, but whatever ya do, be careful. You may not know it now, but people are evil. Ya don’t want nothin’ to happen to that beautiful girl.” Vernon spoke up, picking up the bottle of beer before taking another swig.

“Yessir.” Elvis drawled, eyeing his mother who seemed deep in thought. “Everythin’ alrite, mama?”

Gladys returned her son’s gaze, mustering up a small smile as she nodded her head. “Your father is right, baby. Keep that girl safe, Elvis. I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you or to her. Whenever you’re ready, Vernon and I will welcome her with open arms.”

That gave Elvis the push that he needed to ask you on a date, pushing his chair away from the table before grabbing his coat and the keys to his Lincoln. He wasn’t going to miss this opportunity, not by a long shot. “Where are ya going, baby? It’s late.”

He turned to face his parents. Vernon wore a grin on his face, while Gladys looked confused. Elvis sucked in a breath, a toothy grin spreading across his lips. “‘m goin’ ta ask her on a date, I ain’t waitin’ any longer. Thank ya, Mama, Thank ya, Daddy.”

Elvis shut the door behind him, not giving his parents any more time to keep him at the house longer than he wanted. He climbed into his old Lincoln, pushing the keys in the ignition before speeding away from Lauderdale Courts with only one thing on his mind. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to go to sleep that night without asking you out. The words that his parents had spoken at the dinner table rang in his mind as he drove to your address, but he was filled with so much excitement that he realized that he was nearing your home.

He didn’t pull near your home in fear that he would get you into unnecessary trouble, turning the lights off of his car before getting out. He noticed that there was only one light on in the house, a smile crossing his lips as he realized that it was your room. He crept up to the proximity where he could get your attention. Elvis was filled with nervousness each step that he took to your house, careful not to step on any object that would alert the neighborhood that he was creeping around your window.

Elvis picked up a few pebbles from your flower bed, chucking a few towards your window. He sucked his teeth as a few missed your window, but he grew confident once he adjusted his aim. His eyes lingered towards your window, nerves eating up at his body as he took in your beautiful form making your way over to investigate the noise. He threw two more pebbles, smirking as you pulled your window open with a glare on your face. “Who is-?”

“It’s me.” You turned your eyes to look over the lanky boy who stood in your yard, pebbles in his hand and a lopsided smile on his lips.

It surely couldn’t be the boy who you saw at the park, you thought. Your eyes adjusted to see that it was indeed the tall, lanky boy who wrestled in front of you the week prior. Your glare faltered from your face, becoming replaced with uneasiness at the fact that he was standing in front of you. You would have remembered giving him your address, but you haven’t been able to see him for days. Why was he here now?

Surely, he must have known that you were looking all over Memphis for him. As you took in his goofy smile and his shimmering eyes, you forgot that you were standing in front of him in your nightgown. You reached over to grab your robe before tying it around your body before leaning out of the window to address the boy whose name you still didn’t know.

“What are you doin’ here? It’s late, you know?” You giggled, placing your hands on the windowsill, leaning out to see that he was bouncing his legs like he was on fire.

“I know what this looks like, darlin’. I must look like a creep standing at your house like this so late, but I’ve been lookin’ fer ya everywhere. Your friend told me where you lived so I wanted to come by to let ya know that I haven’t forgotten about ‘cha.”

Trisha must’ve told him about how you were sitting in the park everyday around the same time looking for him. You made a note to tell her off once you saw her the following day, but you pushed that task to the back of your mind before returning the boy’s gaze. “Well, can I at least have the name of the boy who is standing in my yard? You ran off so fast the other day that I didn’t get the chance to ask.”

“E-elvis, my name is Elvis.” The southern drawl caught your attention.

You’ve never met a boy with such an unusual name, but you thought that it fit him. You giggled, rocking on your feet as you smiled softly down at him. “Well, Mister Elvis. I wanted to thank you for standing up for me the other day. I’m Y/N.”

“I-I know. Y-your friend told me your name earlier today when she stopped me.” He stammered over his words, you could make out the pink tint of his cheeks as his eyes looked everywhere rather than at you.

“I'm gonna kill Trisha.” You muttered, rolling your eyes at the fact that she was the one to tell him your name.

“W-what was that, darlin’?”

“Oh nothing, so may I ask why you’re here so late?” You asked, tilting your head, your curls falling in your eyes before you nervously moved them away so you could see him fully.

“I-I was in the neighborhood a-and I-I-I wanted ta know if ya wanted to go out on a date with me? Y-ya don’t h-haveta s-say y-yes, I just felt like I w-would ask.” There he goes again stammering over his words, softly cursing under his breath as he figured he sounded like a fool stumbling in front of you like this.

He looked up at you, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for any reaction that he could get from you. The silence bothered him, putting thoughts in his head that maybe he bit off more than he could chew until finally, you opened your mouth to speak.

“I don’t see why not? When do you want to go on this said date?” You asked, your voice sounding like music to his ears.

Elvis was stunned. He didn’t think that you would agree the first time, but he was so glad that you did. He thought for only a moment before tilting his head up to look at you, his blue eyes glowing with excitement. “Are ya free Saturday? We can meet on Beale Street, if that makes ya more comfortable? I-I-I don’t have any problems with anything ya agree with.”

Your giggle reached Elvis’ ears once more, his heart fluttering in his chest as he took in your beautiful appearance. He could die happily tomorrow if all he heard last was your elegant laugh. “Saturday it is, Elvis. Now, go home! I don’t want to get caught by my parents talkin’ to a boy this late.”

“I’ll see ya Saturday, darlin’. Goodnight.” He couldn’t keep his smile at bay, grinning up at you before stepping backwards almost tripping over his feet.

He silently cursed once more, hearing your beautiful laugh grace his eardrums before waving at you as he walked away from your house. As he rounded the tall hedge of bushes that hid your house, he pumped his arm in victory. He couldn’t wait to get home and tell his parents that he would have a date. As he climbed into his car, he couldn’t keep his smile off of his face, excited for the rest of the week to pass so that he could see you once again.

He made it back home safely, the smile still prevalent on his lips as he entered the living room where his mother was sitting with his grandmother, Dodger. He sank down on the couch, still holding on to his keys and his jacket. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that his mother was calling his name. “Yes, mama?”

“How did it go, baby? Did she say yes?” Gladys laughed, patting his knee.

“Mama, she’s so beautiful. I ain’t think that she would agree, but she did. Oh, mama, I can’t wait to see her again.” He spoke fast, not stopping once to catch his breath.

“Calm down, baby. I knew that she wouldn’t say no to my boy, look at you. You’re such a sweetheart, I’m sure she will find that out for herself soon.” Elvis grinned in his mother’s direction, bouncing his knee as his thoughts returned to the brown-skinned beauty whose smile lit up his world.

“I’m gonna go to bed, mama. I’ve got school in the mornin’.” He stood up from his seat, pressing a kiss to his mother’s cheek before going over to kiss his grandmother’s forehead.

As he laid in bed, he couldn’t keep the smile away as he replayed the look in your eyes as he stuttered over his words. He couldn’t help himself, you were too pretty for him to let you slip out of his fingers. He knew that Saturday was a few days away, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He knew that he had to, but that didn’t mean that he liked the idea. As sleep overtakes him, the only thing that his mind replayed was the graceful sound of your laughter.

The rest of the week went by slowly, much to the chagrin of you. You couldn’t stop thinking about the tall boy named Elvis who appeared at your home on Monday evening. Trisha picked at you, wanting to know what he talked to you about. You didn’t miss the time to also let her know that it wasn’t polite that she was the one to tell him your name or where you lived for the matter. In fact, you wanted to be the one to tell him yourself.

“Come on, Y/N, would you have actually told him where you lived even if he asked you out on a date at that stupid park?”

“That’s not important. I wanted to be the one to tell him things about me.” You retorted, tilting your hat properly on your head before turning to face her once more.

You dismissed yourself from her, giving her a tiny smile before you made your way to the familiar park that became your second home. When you first found it, you were amazed at how much you felt free. Your parents weren’t ever home, leaving you to find your purpose on your own. Books became your main source of comfort in the time of loneliness; the words popping off of the page and becoming part of your world.

You were in another world due to the romance novel that you had begun to read when the sun suddenly disappeared from your face. You tilted your head up to meet the icy blues of the boy that you had been thinking about. You thought that he looked handsome as he stood in your yard the other night, but nothing could have prepared you to see him up close and personal. Your eyes lingered on his face, a shy smile crossing your lips as you placed the novel in your hands beside you.

“Good afternoon, peach. I thought I would find ya here.”

You didn’t miss the hitching of your breath and the increase of your heartbeat at the name of endearment. You struggled to find the words to speak, but nevertheless, you pushed through. “Afternoon, Elvis. How can I help you?”

You mentally slapped yourself at how demure you sounded. You turned your face away from him for a short time before turning back to look at him. He still wore the same smile as he did when he was at your house, something that you were starting to like about him. You waited for only a short while, the silence sweet and welcoming as you stared into his blue eyes.

“Well, I know that we are supposed to go on a date soon but I wanted ta come sit with ya for a while. Y-you don’t h-haveta agree, but I just wanted to.” He stammered, your face in awe at how flustered he became when he spoke to you.

“I don’t see why you couldn’t. I brought some snacks, if you wanted to try them.”

Elvis hummed, sitting next to you on your quilt. His eyes wandered over the different snacks that you made, a small smile lingering on his lips before he turned to face you once again. You could make out the small acne lines that littered his overall clear skin, his blue eyes shining beneath the sun before he parted his lips.

“What are ya readin’ today?” He asked, pointing to the book that now laid beside you.

“The Great Sophy, it’s written by Georgette Heyer. She’s one of my favorite authors, have you heard of it?”

He shook his head, waiting for you to continue with your thoughts of the novel. You were blown away at the fact that he was so interested in learning about the books that you were reading. The boys that you would talk to before him were never interested in the same things as you were, often dismissing your love for novels because they thought it was a bit unsuitable that a girl like you would indulge in childish books about romance. Elvis seemed to welcome it and more, wanting to learn more about you the more than he was around you.

“Well, the protagonist, Sophia travels with her father during the Napoleonic war because he’s known as a diplomat. After Napoleon is exiled, she follows her father to South America where he has taken up a temporary post. She gets along with most of her cousins when they arrived, but she doesn’t get along with one: Charles Rivenhall. He finds her annoying to put it lightly.” You started, your eyes never leaving Elvis’ as he soaked in your summary.

“So Charles has a lot happening in his life. He assumed the role of the adult of his family due to his sickly mother and his gambling addict of a father. He’s also engaged to marry a woman who I think he doesn’t need to be with, Eugenia. She’s very spiteful, very tyrannical in a way. Sophia feels as if she needs to save the family, so she makes it her mission to solve the problems that are plaguing the family. According to where I am, she and Charles are supposed to fall in love with each other, although they don’t take to one another.”

“But aren’t they cousins? That’s gross.” Elvis chuckles, picking up one of the strawberry cupcakes that you baked the night before.

“I suppose that would be seen as gross in our time, but this story is written in 1816 so it wasn’t uncommon for familial romance. Although it is boorish, it’s still sweet that Sophia is willing to save his family. She doesn’t have anything to lose other than his fiance, Eugenia who has everything given to her.”

“Do you see yourself like the character Sophia? Do you relate to her?” Elvis asked, catching you off guard.

You turned back to look at him, mouth agape as you thought about the question that he had asked you. In most of the novels that you had read, you found yourself comparing the characters in the stories to your life. You could see some similarities between you and Sophia, minus the falling in love with your cousin. You would like to believe that you were independent and outgoing as she was.

“In some aspects, yes. She’s very independent, outgoing, and elegant. I don’t know about the elegance part, but I am fairly independent and outgoing. My mama often calls me Goose because she says that I’m friendly and always wanting to keep people smiling.” You giggled, placing your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from embarrassing yourself any further.

Elvis found you adorable, his cerulean hues staring into your cocoa eyes as he took in every word that you said. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be speaking to such an intelligent soul such as yourself. Although he didn't often read books, he appreciated how you found such importance in the captivating stories that you read. He wanted to sit in your presence, hearing more about the books that you would read. He wanted to be in your embrace even without talking about the stories.

He was enamored with you, wanting to be in your life as long as time allowed. He spent the rest of the afternoon learning things about you that made him like you even more. You were the only child; the child of a businessman and a nurse who were never at home until late at night, and you enjoyed everything that was made of strawberries and peaches. He found that the nickname ‘Peach’ fit you because you were fairly sweet. He adored you, often wondering how someone like you could ever be interested in a stuttering fool as himself.

Soon, the day had come to an end and Elvis needed to return home before his mother sent a search party to look for him. He didn’t want to leave your side, but it was far too dangerous for you to be out when it got dark. “Would you mind if I took ya home, peach?”

“That’s very nice of you, Elvis. I wouldn’t mind at all.”

That was all Elvis needed to hear before he helped you gather your things, leading you over to his car that sat in the front of the park. He opened your door, helping you inside before he placed your things in the backseat. On the ride over to your place, Elvis continued the conversation but this time, he allowed you to ask him questions about himself. He found himself telling you things that not even his parents knew about him, finding that being in your presence was effortless. You were so pleasant to talk to, he wanted nothing more than to continue.

As he made it to your house, he stopped in front of the driveway before clearing his throat. “I could pick ya up tomorrow for our date s-s-so ya won’t haveta walk. Does 4 o’clock work for you?”

“It does, I had a great time today. Thank you for keeping me company, Elvis. You’re such a delight, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You softly retorted, gathering your quilt and the tupperware that now was empty from Elvis eating most of your snacks.

You exited his car, waving goodbye as you made it inside of your house. The beating of your heart never ceased as you laid against the door. Elvis was surely different, so easy to talk to and so polite. You weren’t sure where he came from, but you were so conflicted about letting him in. Yes, he was sweet and very attentive to the words that you said but he was also white. You weren’t the type to think about skin color being a flaw, but it was because of the time that you were living in that you had to take that into consideration.

What would his parents think about their son courting someone of a different skin tone as him? You already knew that your parents didn’t care about a person’s race, only reminding you that it was what was on the inside that counted. Your parents would love Elvis, he was very sweet and he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. You didn’t know if his parents would respect their son’s decisions to see a black woman, let alone a woman of her status. You were also concerned about what society would think if you were seen with Elvis, making the upcoming date much more alarming.

Only time could tell where this would lead, so you decided that you would give Elvis a try and would worry about the rest at a later time.

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#elvis presley #elvis #elvis 2022 #teenaged!elvis #black bookworm!reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x black!reader #black writers #black reader #daisy writes #requested

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daddyy333 · 1 year

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Headache | Steve Harrington x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 0.6k

warnings: I wrote this a little while ago so I might’ve forgot some things but reader has a headache/migraine, I think reader gets nauseous, ?

summary: y/n has a really bad headache but Steve is more than happy to help it go away

You’ve had this dull headache all day long. It’s been really irritating you all day and you were going to try to get medicine during your lunch break but you completely forgot until the headache got worse and you knew you were too busy to get a break.

Now, you’re home and you didn’t do anything for the last 30 minutes but bury your face in the pillow and try to wish the headache away. Sure, you could get up and go get medicine but you’re so tired and you honestly feel a little lightheaded and nauseous so you’re sure this is the end for you.

“Bubba! I’m home!” Steve said as he came in. You whimpered and he called for you again but you knew yelling would make it worse. A few minutes later he came in and said “hey, are you alright?”

You were kinda curled up and your breathing seemed a little irregular so there had to be something wrong. “I just…I’ve had this headache all day and it got worse after lunch and now I’m nauseous and I feel really dizzy” you whispered, eyes squeezed shut as you sighed.

He kissed your head softly as he gently massaged your head and said “you feel a little warm, baby. I think you might be getting sick or something. You should really eat something and drink some water and take some medicine” “I’m…I’m not sick I just need this headache to go away”

He gently encouraged you to move your head so you could look at him and you sighed, a small pout on your lips. He smiled a little and said “come on, honey. Why don’t you just do it incase?” “Ok fine” you said and closed your eyes, the light bothering you more than usual.

He noticed and said “oh…babe, you have a migraine” “mm mm…I don’t have migraines” you whispered and groaned, you just wanted the pain to go away. Steve sighed and got up, turning off the light and grabbing the medicine and the water as well as your leftover pasta from a restaurant you ate at the other day.

“Hi, beautiful. You gotta eat so you can take medicine” he said and you took a deep breath. He sat in front of you again and said “come on, baby. It’ll make you feel better, I know it” He helped you sit up and gently tied your hair in a loose braid to keep it out of the way.

“When did you learn how to braid?” You asked quietly and he smiled. He set the plate on your lap and said “I want to learn for nights when you’re too lazy to do it yourself since I know you like to sleep in them sometimes. Robin and Nancy helped me learn” You smiled and said “you’re a good boyfriend”

“I hope so,” he said, urging you to take a few sips of water. You ate pretty slowly, trying to wish the nausea away and thankfully it did kinda go away as you kept drinking the water and eating little by little.

“Good girl, now take these,” he said and you blushed a little. You took some medicine and rested against him, turning over and cuddling into his chest. He smiled and started massaging your head softly, whispering sweet nothings to you.

You sighed and said “thanks for taking care of me” “of course, princess. You’re probably stressed and that could’ve caused it, maybe you should try and use some sick days or something so you can rest” he said and you smiled lightly.

You hummed, drawing little patterns and shapes on his ribs with your hand. You started to feel sleepy as time passed and the medicine helped numb the pain a little. He kissed your head and said “get some rest, bubba. You need it” “I love you…so much, Steeb” you said and he chuckled. He shook his head and said “I love you more, y/n/n”

Taglist: @hellfire1986baby

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Maya Hawke

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#stranger things #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington one shot

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bytaylorswift · 10 months

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an unwilling shadow.

pairing: inej ghafa x fem!reader summary: when dirtyhands’ most trusted spider returns to ketterdam, his new informant seeks to size up her predecessor. word count: 1.06k

y/n’s always been very aware of the standard she has to live up to.

kaz brekker didn’t seem to trust a person more than he trusted inej ghafa. his wraith, his spider, his friend.

but now the girl's away at sea, freeing indentures and being a hero, kaz brekker needs a new informant.

kaz never called y/n his spider. it was something she felt grateful for, but it didn’t stop others from doing so. and as much as y/n - and kaz - tried to ignore it, the impact of the words still seeped into the roof she perched on, the crates she hovered behind, the windowsills she scaled.

and the pressure was getting to her.

y/n had slit one too many throats. scraped one too many injuries. missed one too many messages. all thanks to her getting in her own head about inej ghafa.

and so, when her inside man from fifth harbor informed her that a young suli woman, small and silent, was to arrive in ketterdam that morning, y/n knew this was her chance to scope out inej.

she did not realise inej was going to be the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

y/n almost bailed right there and then, from where she lingered in the shadows at fifth harbour, too stunned to move. and then inej began to slip through the crowds and she remembered why she had come in the first place.

she tailed the girl through a number of alleyways, learning her pacing, the moments at which she'd speed up or slow down or melt away into the shadows.

and when she had begun to learn inej's pattern, she allowed herself to seep into the open. y/n timed the moments right; the flash of her jacket showing when inej's eyes darted to the left, scuffing her shoes when she paused to listen for followers, crossing wide around corners and matching every change in inej's pace.

and so when y/n followed inej around yet another corner and the girl was nowhere in sight, she knew her plan had worked perfectly. she stopped dead still in the middle of the alleyway, fighting away a smile and dragging her eyes across the rooftops to try and glimpse the wraith.

knives were unsheathed from behind her and y/n whipped around to find inej stood directly in front of her. she had no idea how she managed that.

y/n felt something in her chest flutter as their eyes met. and then inej’s gaze sharpened.

“you’ve been following me.”

y/n bowed her head forwards ever so slightly, holding her hands up in surrender.

“you caught me.”

y/n couldn’t help but hide a smile at the glint of triumph in inej’s steady gaze. inej straightened up and as her long dark hair fell over her shoulder, y/n felt the same fluttering in her chest.

“here’s a tip: if you want to follow someone without being caught, you need to-” inej trailed off as a smirk slipped onto y/n’s lips.

inej’s shoulders slumped slightly but she maintained the hard look in her eyes. “you wanted me to notice you.” she realised aloud.

y/n shrugged a little. “maybe i wanted to meet your pretty face.”

“i wish i could say the same.”

inej's eyes widened as she realised what had slipped from her mouth. she hadn’t meant the girl didn’t have a pretty face too, simply that she wasn’t intending on any spontaneous meetings on her trip to ketterdam. but the damage was already done.

“you’ve a mean tongue, inej.” y/n winced.

“what business?” she demanded, willing away the warmth in her cheeks.

"no business, just curiosity." inej's eyes narrowed at that, but y/n continued. "your reputation precedes you."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"it means i'm your-"

“-inej,” a rough voice cut the air, and y/n had to force back a sigh at her boss's timing. “i see you’ve met my new informant.”

inej’s eyebrows shot up, barely, the only sign she was surprised at that information. but y/n was watching her so closely she could see every morsel of expression in her face.

kaz's cane hit the ground as he settled a few feet away. neither one had heard him approaching. although, y/n wondered if she hadn't heard him because she was simply distracted by inej.

“i have.” she replied, matter of factly, in such an endearing way that y/n couldn’t bring herself to be mad.

"this is y/n." he introduced, tilting his head to indicate the girl.

"that's why you were following me, y/n?" y/n thought her name sounded like honey on inej's lips. "were you sending someone to spy on me, kaz?"

"always good to know what you're matching up to." y/n answered before kaz could, with a shrug. "no spying. well, none beyond the spying i did do."

inej's expression gave nothing away. kaz's eyes narrowed at her then, and she felt the urge to shrink away, knowing what was to come next.

"y/n, my dear, when were you going to tell me inej had arrived?"

"i was just on my way to the crow club." she chimed back, not convincing herself let alone kaz, but he surprisingly let it slide.

"we should get back to the club. we have business awaiting."

inej bowed her head to him, then looked to y/n. a flicker of delight and amusement crossed her face as she tilted her head to y/n too and then turned away into the shadows to head to the crow club.

the quiet creaking of a drainpipe - only heard due to the deafening silence between dirtyhands and his informant - indicated that inej had turned to the rooftops for the remainder of the journey to the crow club.

neither y/n or kaz moved nor said a word. and then, when y/n felt like enough time had passed for her to continue after inej, her boss's voice sounded out.

"y/n."

there was an unfamiliar tone in kaz's voice that jolted y/n. it almost sounded like genuine, friendly amusement.

"were you flirting with my wraith?"

there it was again. the genuine, friendly amusement.

kaz was biting back a laugh as y/n's face flushed violently red and she craned her head up to look at the rooftops to see if the other girl was still hiding away in the shadows.

"kaz brekker."

"yes, y/n?"

"i am going to murder you."

a/n: okay so originally i thought this was really cute but now i’m starting to think it’s not. let me know what you think! all i know is inej is the love of my life and she deserves far more love than she gets on here.

#inej ghafa #inej ghafa x reader #inej ghafa x you #inej ghafa imagine #inej ghafa fanfic #the crows #amita suman #knife wife #soc #six of crows #six of crows imagines #six of crows x reader #i feel like inej is too underrated and no one’s gonna read this #kaz brekker #kaz brekker needs therapy

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amberbeach · 7 months

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'REINFORCEMENTS'

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There were many words to describe Theo, but Casey believed three fit him best. Uptight, egotistical, and neat freak. After Lily, and his attempts to snap Theo out of his funk after Gekko managed to escape his clutches by scaling a building, the Blue Ranger was contemplative, refusing to share his thoughts with others, and lost his usual work ethic. Lily knew that there was only one person who could break through to Theo while he was like this: you.

You were surprised to hear that the Yellow Ranger had requested your assistance, only realizing that when you arrived, she had made the situation seem like life or death so you could leave the academy. Casey was shocked when Lily introduced you both. When the Red Ranger pictured Theo's love life, he imagined someone exactly like him, or non-existent. Yet here you were, the bubbly girl whose silver tongue had fended off Jarrod more than once.

"So," You hung up your jacket, turning to the two Rangers. "What happened?"

Between the two of them, they described their fight against Gekko. Theo had attempted to follow the monster up the side of the building but had fallen to the ground. Casey noticed the way your frown deepened at the thought of Theo being injured and rushed to assure you he was fine - aside from his bruised ego.

You sighed as you stood up from the staircase where you had been chatting, "Alright. Where is he?"

Lily led you downstairs to the restaurant while Casey remained in the kitchen and you looked at Theo who sat by the window, his head in his hands.

"I didn't know what else to do," Lily sighed.

You looked at Casey as you began to explain Theo's current turmoil, "Theo has always placed intense pressure on himself to be perfect at everything he does. And when he slips, even just a little, he, well, shuts down." You sent the two a smile, "Don't worry. He'll be fine." You headed towards the Blue Ranger, muttering, "I hope," when you knew she couldn't hear.

You sat across from him, smiling brightly, "When I pictured the base for the Power Rangers, I never considered a pizza parlor -"

"Go," He began, lifting his head to meet your gaze, and it broke your heart to see the defeat in his eyes. "Go away."

You weren't phased, nor upset by his reaction, even if it had been weeks since you had last seen each other. It was common throughout your relationship for Lily to call you when she noticed Theo losing confidence in his abilities, and it became somewhat of a joke between the three of you when she dubbed it 'calling for reinforcements'. In his despair, and self-loathing, Theo couldn't bring himself to be happy to see you, although beneath it all he was. He wanted you to be proud of him, for becoming the Blue Ranger, not to watch him question whether he belonged on the team.

"Casey and Lily told me what happened." You sighed when he rested his arms on the table, looking down, unable to meet your gaze. You reached out to place a hand on his arm, rubbing patterns with your thumb. "You've never been the type to give up. You kept going when others would have packed their bags." You squeezed his arm, and he finally met your gaze, "I've always admired your dedication. You always figured out how to solve a problem. And that's all this is a bump in the road. You'll solve it like you do with everything else."

Theo shook his head, and you held his hands across the table, "Look at me," His eyes met yours instantly, "I've known you since your first day as a Cub. I know what you can do when you put your mind to it. I've seen it. You were chosen for a reason, and it wasn't a mistake because there is no one more dedicated than you."

After a few moments the faintest of smiles formed on his lips, "I should've anticipated Lily would call for reinforcements." No longer wishing to dwell on the fight with Gekko, Theo asked, "How are you?"

You informed him of your training and he rested his elbows on the table, holding your hand with both of his, nodding along now and then. And you knew he needed the distraction - to break himself out of his internal torture.

Lily approached the table with Casey, "We've got trouble."

You sent Theo a smile, "I'll be here when you get back."

He mirrored the smile as he stood up. He placed his hands on the table, leaning down to kiss you tenderly, pulling away a few moments later. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Blue."

His smile grew and you watched them leave, sighing as you looked around the crowded restaurant. Fran was rushed off her feet now that the three Rangers had run off, and you were quick to offer your assistance.

When the trio returned a while later, you were placing drinks from a tray on a table, sending the customers an award-winning smile before heading to the kitchen. You caught Theo's gaze as he tied an orange apron around his waist, flashing you a toothy smile that told you all you needed to know. The team was victorious.

You returned the smile, momentarily forgetting to take a table's order as you wrapped your arms around his neck, a notepad and a pen in your hands. He returned to work with a renewed vigor and, knowing you would be leaving soon, worked in harmony around you as you fulfilled orders.

You were drizzling flour on pizza dough when you bit the inside of your cheek, tossing a handful of flour towards him. Theo raised an eyebrow at you, "Really?"

You squealed when he tossed grated cheese in your direction, giggling as you picked up pepperoni, throwing it towards him as he hid behind a chopping board. Hearing the noise, Lily and Casey entered the kitchen to find it covered with ingredients, and the Red Ranger was stunned at Theo's relaxed attitude around you. The Blue Ranger placed a hand on your jaw, using his thumb to wipe sauce from your cheek, gazing at you with a smile on his lips.

And Casey understood why Lily had called you.

You were the only one who could break through Theo's shell, and you balanced each other out perfectly.

#theo martin #theo martin x reader #theo martin imagine #theo martin imagines #power rangers jungle fury #power rangers jungle fury imagine #power rangers jungle fury imagines

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nonclassyparty · 2 years

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Starring Role- ACT I (C.S; S.MG)

title; you don’t love me, big fuckin’ deal

summary:

We’ve all read about the infamous player who falls in love with the good girl that manages to make him change his ways…but what happens to the other girl? The pretty, popular one that has warmed his bed before the good girl came along and took him away.

Well, no one cares about her. After all, she’s just a side character.

It almost feels like a joke to play a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.

pairing: choi san x reader, song mingi x reader

wc: almost 9k

warnings: smut, angst, fluff (if you squint), cursing

a/n: y/n has a really active imagination so there are some parts that might seem weird or make you confused lmao

taglist: @joonsthethicc @marievllr-abg @cookiechristie @purenjuniverse @hwaist @littleparkseonghwa @hwasong @hwadump @hongshines @kitty4hwa @knisterlicht @flamingi @revehosh @gayliljoong @naiify @btshook @atzcoke @circusjanreblogs @baguette-atiny

the intro / masterlist / act ii

“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?” - James Patterson, The Angel Experiment

You stared at the ceiling of your bedroom, tracing patterns with your eyes that strangely reminded you of planet Earth getting blown to tiny bits and pieces across your ceiling, the oceans dripping down your walls and the lava from it's center splattering across your furniture and burning holes through the expensive cushions your mother placed on your window seat.

You vaguely felt like the world was coming to an end today.

Okay, so that might've been a tad bit dramatic but you wouldn't be you, if you lacked your knack to blow things out of proportion. Your brother often called you a drama queen and if you were still on good terms with him, you may have agreed but ever since your last little spat in the kitchen- Seonghwa could argue that the grass is green and you would be calling it blue just to spite him despite knowing he's obviously in the right.

But back to the end of the world.

There should be an introduction of some sort for the biggest cause of all your current ordeals. And that cause goes by the simple name of Choi San.

You met him at your first ever college party in your freshman year and, for reasons you don't wish to discuss right now, you both ended at an empty balcony of a frat house sharing a cigarette.

You were too frazzled by previous events at first to even notice how handsome Choi San is.

It's when you've successfully calmed down, half of the cigarette gone, that you notice his magnetic eyes that pulled you in and dimples that decorated his cheeks when he smiled.

"I study electrical engineering." He responds to your question of what he majored in. "I'm a third year."

Two years older than you. You were always into older guys.

"You?" San asks with a soft smile, eyes attentively glazing over you. The air is surprising chilly for an August night.

"I'm an art major." You respond, hands stopping their shaking finally as you finally relax.

"Cool. First year?" He asks, taking the cigarette from your hand and taking a drag himself. You watch his lips part as he breathes out the smoke.

"Yeah."

"Do you paint or?" San asks, head cocking to the side as he flicks the ashes off the cigarette.

"I mostly focus on painting, yeah, but I do other stuff as well."

"Hm, that's interesting. I'd like to see some of your art sometime, if you'd allow that." He comments confidently and your cheeks pathetically flush.

You watch him for a second longer and it's then that you realize that you want this guy to be yours. You don't know anything about him but you want to. You want to know him inside out. You want him. Just like that.

He was handsome. He was sweet. He was intelligent. And he had to be yours. It was all it took for you to get your act together and stop being so squirmy and shaken up.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" San chokes out a laugh at the sudden question and you smile as well, knowing how forward that was even for you.

"No." He shakes his head with another pretty laugh. It's such a light and soft sound that makes your insides flutter. He's single. "Why do you ask, Y/N?"

"Just curious." You shrug with a faint smirk but you both know it's more than that. You confirm it by asking the next question. "Are you looking for a girlfriend then?"

San's smile widens and it makes his dimples pop and eyes crinkle and holy fuck, he has freckles on his neck and he's looking at you so playfully that it makes excitement pulse through your veins.

"Are you volunteering?" He counters your question with an eyebrow raised and smile still intact. You bite your lip, looking away for a moment to stop the smile from appearing on your face.

"Maybe I'm just asking for a friend." You say, feigning disinterest that makes him chuckle. You smile sheepishly, a giggle bubbling out of you.

San hands you back the cigarette, watching you take a drag and then skimming you up and down. His tongue swipes over his lower lip as his eyes stay on your short mini skirt barely covering your thighs for a second too long.

"Well, maybe you should give me your number. You know, so I can text you when I start looking for a girlfriend and you can let your friend know."

And that you do. You give him your phone number with a flirty smile and the smile he gives you back stays in your mind for the rest of the night.

It started innocently, you'd see him around campus after that party and he would throw you that irresistible smirk that makes his dimples pop with a "hey, Y/N" uttered in his mellow voice. His fingers brushing your waist enough so it would seem accidental but drag the point across that he was trying to get your attention as he passed you by. They were simple incidents, sneaky gestures that you couldn't even call flirting properly but it's how he was slowly pulling you into his web. Soon enough, you were seeking him out on your own, waiting and wondering if today would be the day that something would actually happen.

In the end, as always, you had to take matters into your own hands.

A month passed since you met him and San still hadn't made a proper move on you by then- you were impatient, horny and extremely curious about him.

And you're not the type to sit around and wait, if Choi San wasn't planning on coming to you- then you would go to him.

He worked at a mechanic repair shop near campus and no, that wasn't information you stalked out of him. San mentioned it at the party during your brief conversation. 'It's hard work, but I learn a lot and the pay is good', he had said with a charming smile.

The shop is easy to find, true to what San said, it's just a ten minute drive off campus. There's a boy with bright red hair sitting in front of the shop when you park your car and get out, your heeled boots clicking against the pavement making his attention turn to you.

He looks young with big eyes and round cheeks, oddly reminding you of a teddy bear.

The boy has a cigarette stuck mid-air in his hand as he watches you with his jaw slightly agape, carefully following the swish of your short skirt. You glance at him with a dazzling smile.

"Hi." You greet him simply, passing by and he simply stares with round eyes and parted lips after you, mind too bamboozled to come up with anything to say. You enter the darker, stuffy space that smelled like oil and whatever else they used in these macho, no-women allowed places. You wouldn't know.

There are posters and calendars of naked women on the walls and music is playing from the old radio. Shelves with random tools are littering the walls and a small door with 'office' on it is smacked in the middle of the main space.

Locating San is easier than you thought because it seemed like only him and the red haired guy were here today. You find him under the hood of some car, arms flexing as he uses his little tools to fix whatever needed to be fixed, you presume.

"Hey." You greet softly, lips pulling into a small smile as you walk further into the space and near him.

San's head whips towards you with furrowed brows. He looks utterly confused by your appearance but nonetheless, a smile pulls on his plush lips as he straightens out his tall frame to look at you properly, gaze roaming over your cropped sweater, short plaid skirt and down your legs that sported leather boots which reached your knees.

"Y/N." He responds, licking his lips as he stares at you for a second longer. "Hey."

You clear your throat, his gaze making you feel hot all over as you turn your attention to something else.

"That's a nice...car." You have no idea what kind of car it is. To you, it's just a car. A red car, at that. You were never interested in them, if you were honest. It was only important that the car was able to take you from one place to the other, the brand or year or whatever didn't matter at all to you.

San's chuckle rings through the dimmed space and you circle around him, trying to seem unbothered when you were in fact, a little bit embarrassed to not knowing anything about cars.

"Do you have a car that would require any of my services, princess?" He asks, going back to his work below the hood of the car as you stand by the side, careful not to lean on the wall or brush up against anything that would leave a stain on your outfit.

"No." You answer simply. "I just came here to talk to you."

"Talk to me?" He asks but by the teasing tone of his voice and the smirk on his face, you know what he's playing at. San didn't want to seem desperate for anyone, it always had to be the other way around. "About what?"

"Just, you know...stuff." Shrugging, you pursue your lips slightly in thought before deciding to bite the bullet. "Like, when you're taking me on a date."

You take pride in knowing that you caught him by surprise because his head whips to you for the second time, his eyes wide, brows raised and lips parted. It all falls into the water fairly quickly though, once he lets a laugh leave him.

"A date, huh?" And he's back to his fucking work, screwing something in under the hood. His arms have oil stains on them and you shouldn't find it as attractive as you do.

"Yes." You say with the most confidence you could possibly muster, not letting your eyes falter for even a second from him.

"I don't date, princess." And San says it so softly, almost as if he's trying to spare you the humiliation. But you never wanted to be spared.

"So what? You just fuck around then?" You ask boldly, although you have to admit, your chest deflated a bit after his statement. So, he wasn't ever even looking for a girlfriend.

"Pretty much, yeah." San nods quietly, before his sharp eyes meet your own. "If you're interested in that, we'll gladly work something out."

"You mean, like,..." You slowly walk closer to him, sitting down on the side of the car and being extremely aware of his gaze on you. "Friends with benefits?"

So he was that type of guy. Interesting. You were in so much fucking trouble, you knew then and there.

"Yeah, something like that." He nods simply, lips quirking up and showing off his dimples. His eyes roam over your frame, sitting at not even an arms length away from him. "You'll get dirty sitting there."

Your eyes meet his and a new fire sets ablaze inside of you as lick your lips, thinking over how this could go.

"I don't mind getting dirty."

Something flashes across his eyes and he let's out a breathless chuckle at your words, gaze unmoving from your from your face. You gulp down the nervousness because everything with him feels like getting thrown into the deep end without knowing if you can make it back.

He straightens out again, no longer hunched over the hood of the car and he grabs a rag to clean his hands with best effort. "Is that so?"

In your head, this is where you're a gazelle, prancing around the prairie and he's the sharp lion, circling around you in the tall grass, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. He expects you to jump up and run when you hear the rustle of the leaves.

But you won't fight. You won't run. You'll sit on the soft green and wait for him, a meal set on a silver platter.

San drags his nose up the column of your neck and you cock your head to the side to give him more access as you grip the side of the car to steady you. His calloused hands grip your thighs and spread them apart easily with your permission as he steps between them.

"You wanna have some fun, princess?" He asks in a hushed tone, hooded eyes staring down at you and making warmth pool on the bottom of your stomach.

"Yes." You whisper against him. He's so close, his lips a couple of inches away from your own.

"Then you came to the right guy." And if anyone else used that line, you would've rolled your eyes but it was San. You couldn't even mind if he was a little corny.

Instead, your hand reaches up to the back of his neck so you can finally kiss him- your patience running thin. Just as your lips are about to touch his, he dodges them and they brush against your cheek instead.

"No kissing on the mouth." He says against your cheek, squeezing your thighs a little bit.

"Why?" You're not even ashamed that you ask it through a pathetic whine. You want to kiss him.

San takes his time with his answer, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck that makes you sigh out loud as his hands travel up your mini skirt and fingers curl around the elastic band at your hips as he steps back so you can close your legs. He tugs the stretchy collar of your sweater down with his teeth, revealing your bra before looking up at you and releasing the material from his mouth. Your legs quiver a bit.

"We can have fun without that."

And he pulls the panties down your thighs, stopping them at your knees and his fingers flutteringly glide over the bare skin at the back of your knees as he stands up straight, gripping your legs a bit firmer, now.

"Y/N, do you want that?" San asks seriously and you swallow down the saliva that gathered in your mouth before licking your lips, "If you don't, there's no problem. We'll just act like it never happened."

"I do." You nod deciding that if you're choosing doom then at least it's with Choi San. A gazelle sitting pretty on a silver platter.

San nods his head slowly, a gorgeous grin stretching across his lips that makes your heart (and pussy) flutter as he continues where he left off and starts dragging your panties down your calves. Once the thin, flimsy material is off of you- San tucks it in his back pocket.

"You're not getting these back." He whispers to you teasingly before dropping to his knees on the dirty floor.

You notice his hands aren't completely clean of the oil because of the stains they leave on your thighs, it serves as a reminder to where you exactly are.

"Wait," You say and he looks up at you. You turn to face the door before returning your attention to San. "I don't want anyone walking in-"

"Princess," San stops you, spreading your legs wide apart that has you gasping, "Jongho knows not to let anyone in here when I have company."

He presses kisses up your thighs, eyes watching as you finally allow yourself to relax.

And then his mouth is between your legs and he's suckling and licking and twirling his tongue around in just the right way that you can't even be bothered to question what he just said.

Jongho knows not to let anyone in here when I have company. Which would mean he does stuff like this often. With other girls.

"Oh-" You choke out a gasp, hand ending up twisted in San's midnight hair as you throw your head back and grind down against his face. All thoughts of how many girls he had like this before you are completely gone out of your head because it's you that's feeling that good now.

"San-ah..." You, at least, try to be quiet but San is probably the most experienced guy you've been with so far. Which fair enough, there weren't a lot, you only had two boyfriends before this. But he picks up on where to touch and lick fairly easily, his hands never leaving his grip on your thighs as you moan and groan in wanton while he devours your pussy like he'll never have it again.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna-" You whine, back arching off of the side of the car where you were perched up at and your orgasm washed up and down your body as San's name in moans and sighs leaves your lips.

He licks up your release and you twitch and whine at the sensitivity before he stands up and levels you with another smirk.

"Is that how its going to be?" San questions, cocking his head to the side as he observes you with hooded eyes and arms caging you against the car on each side. Your confused face gets him to elaborate on his question. "Are you going to come in less than 2 minutes every time I go down on you?"

You blush ferociously at that, looking away to the side as a small whine escapes you which makes San laugh. The sound of it is smooth and melodic, it makes your heart flutter.

"S-sorry, I-"

"No, don't apologize for that." San interrupts you with another chuckle, brows furrowed almost as if he found you ridiculous. Did he find you ridiculous? "We can work on that now that we'll be seeing each other often."

That sentence causes you to gulp as you look up at him again. You're reminded of the 'work something out' part he mentioned earlier and it strangely felt like you're about to sell a piece of your soul to the devil. And maybe you will, only this devil didn't have a three piece and horns but a beautiful smile and fucking dimples.

You're about to reach out for the button on his jeans, as a means of returning the favor after the mind blowing orgasm you just experienced but he's quick to gently push your hand away.

"Not today." San says, his voice sounds deeper and raspier than usual. "Look at this as payment for having to drive all the way to here."

You wordlessly nod because you're not sure what to say. Is that what sex is to him? A transaction?

"Do we have an agreement though? On the having fun together part?" He asks, cocking his head to the side as his dark eyes bore into yours. He was too fucking handsome. A dream guy.

"Yeah." You respond after clearing out your dry throat.

"Great, I'm happy to hear that, princess." That makes butterflies erupt in your stomach because you don't know that he's always 'happy to hear that'. You think you're special. "I'm going to need your phone number."

Your heart drops at that as your lips pull into a small smile at the corner of your mouth while your eyes drop to the floor.

"You already have it. I gave it to you at the party, remember?" If he's surprised or embarrassed he doesn't show it, only nods with the same grin meaning he doesn't give a fuck that he got caught not remembering.

"Right, well, you should go now." San says, placing a small kiss to your forehead. "I have to finish this before my boss shows up in an hour."

"Okay." And you're turning on your heal and walking away. Until San calls you after a couple of steps.

You turn around to find him watching you with those dark, hooded eyes.

"Pull your skirt down." He says, as if he has any right to order you around.

With a scoff, you pull on the waist of your skirt and hike it up even further up your body, revealing more of your thighs which now had grey oil stans on them before you're turning around and walking away after giving him a small smirk.

His laugh rings through the stuffy and darkly lit space.

Jongho, as you learn his name is, doesn't look at you in the eye when you walk out but you can see him jump a little when you open the front door to find him not moved from his seat. His cheeks are flushed red and he clears his throat. You find him adorable.

"See you around!" You sing to him with another dazzling smile, completely unashamed that he probably heard you have an orgasm not even five minutes ago.

"B-bye." Jongho stutters out, and you know his eyes are trained on your long legs with oil stains on your thighs as you walk to your car.

San texts you three days after that, he doesn't even beat around the bush a little and instead, simply asks if you want to hang out in his dorm around nine. You say yes, of course.

San's frat had an entire apartment building for themselves so it was three guys on one apartment and it was a pretty neat living situation for a college student (not that you would know, you lived at home still). He quickly gave you a tour of the apartment and then took you to his room.

And then, he fucked you. Really, it was that easy.

You didn't know if it was some sort of special treatment he gives to girls when he has sex with them for the first time but it was the best sex you will ever have with him.

He made you come four times that night. Once on his tongue, once on his fingers, once on his tongue and fingers and then, on his dick.

You remember leaving his place at around three in the morning, worn out and sore but so fucking satisfied and happy because you had him. You had Choi San.

Except you didn't.

Or maybe you did in a way. Yeah, you did have Choi San but so did a dozen of others. You didn't care to remember their names except for one. Seo Yeojin.

She was his favorite one. Or at least, that's what your friend Minjung told you. Now, Minjung was usually a backstabber and someone you could absolutely never rely on- but she knew her gossip.

It was a first to hear about this Seo Yeojin, though. Never met her, never heard of her. But you did allow a shot of satisfaction to run through your system at the fact that she knew about you and she didn't like you.

Usually, you didn't care what people thought of you. You grew up surrounded by the upper class so if you let everyone's opinion affect you, you would be six feet underground a long time ago but knowing that Seo Yeojin disliked you without ever even meeting you could mean only one thing- she was threatened.

Something about that made you feel giddy, if you were honest.

The first time you come face to face with her is at a party a week after you hook up with San for the first time.

You're in the spacious bathroom of some college house, fixing your lip gloss when a girl walks in the room. You make eye contact with her through the mirror and can see her stare you up and down but you don't do anything about, typically used to people sizing you up.

It's when she steps towards the sink and fishes out a cheap drug store lipstick which she begins applying to her lips, that you get a hunch on who is next to you.

"You're Y/N?" Her voice is higher than you expect and you turn to her, to look at her properly.

"Who's asking?" You ask simply, turning your attention back to your reflection in the mirror.

"San's girlfriend." Her response makes you let out a loud laugh and you can tell it pisses her off with the way she flushes and her hands clench into fists. Terrible manicure, you notice.

"San's girlfriend?" You counter with a tiny smirk, eyes crinkled at the corners. Playing indifferent and being obnoxious is something you have mastered by now and yes, you put it to good use most of the time.

"Yeah. I'm the one in his bed almost every night, so you could say that I'm his girlfriend." She says flicking her damaged hair over her shoulder and you have to stop your eye from twitching at her admission. This was Seo Yeojin. You refuse to let her know that she has any sort of effect on you. It would be humiliating.

"Well, shit. I guess I'm San's girlfriend, too." Is what you say, leaning against the sink by your hip and crossing your arms over your chest, a smirk still playing on your lips.

"Don't piss me off, kid-"

"Is there a reason why you're talking to me right now?" You interrupt, fuse running short the moment she uttered the word 'kid' as if the fact that you're younger than her, gives her the upper hand somehow.

"Yeah." She nods, crossing her own arms over her chest. "Don't let him giving you attention get to your head, you're not anyone special to him. You're just a little freshman who still doesn't know what she just got herself into."

"It seems like you're not anyone special to him either, if he's fucking me. A little freshman who doesn't know what she got herself into." You draw out, smirk dropping for once as you glare at her.

It's fucking embarrassing, arguing with another girl in a bathroom at a party over a guy who doesn't give a shit about either of you. But you have too much pride to be the bigger guy and walk away from an argument, especially an argument with a bitch who thinks she has any claim over the guy you were currently infatuated with.

"You have some balls, I'll give you that." She chuckles almost in disbelief as she glares at you equally hard. Before her face softens and an annoyingly pretty smile grows on her lips. "But I'm his favorite one. Always was and always will be."

"Not for long." You mutter before you could stop yourself and if you cared that she heard you, you might've been a little bit nervous.

She takes a step towards you, arms falling to her sides.

"I'd take the attitude down a notch or two, freshie." She whispers with a knowing smirk that causes your jaw to clench in annoyance, the indifferent facade easily cracking. "You'll be interesting to him for a week and then you'll get put on the back-burner while he returns to someone who actually knows what they're doing."

She's a year older than San which means she's three years older than you and you should respect her, she's a senior after all. But the catty part of you just doesn't allow it, her words filling up a new type of rage because; is this the type of girl that was San's first choice?

She was pretty but not that pretty and definitely not prettier than you. Her face was regular, there were a dozen of girls that looked like her at this exact party. Boring, cheap clothes and with the way she articulates herself and moves, she's not particularly smart or classy either. What was there to favour so much?

"Maybe you're used to being placed on the back-burner Yeojin," You utter, jutting your chin out in confidence that looks very real to everyone but yourself. Her smile falters when she realizes that you know her name. With a snarky smile, you take a step forward. "but not me. I'm not forgotten so easily."

Yeojin lets out a disbelieving chuckle, her eyes narrowing as she stares you down with her jaw slightly dropped.

"We'll see about that, freshie." And she's walking away, leaving you to stare at your own reflection in the mirror. The hinges are so close to coming off and for the first time, you think that you bit off more than you could chew with Choi San but....But.

You were never a quitter. Ever since you were little, you were taught that if you wanted something you should stop at nothing to make it yours and you fucking wanted Choi San.

But seeing and hearing all of this about him. About his reputation. It caused something heavy to sit down at the bottom of your stomach. Days passed and you saw the other girls, heard the other stories and got enough warnings- all very helpful in building an image in your head of who Choi San really was.

Heck, even he himself told you he doesn’t fucking date.

You realized very early on that you could never be the only one in his book and sometimes even you had to settle with the next best thing . So in this matter, if you couldn't be the only one- the next best thing was to be the favorite one. To take Seo Yeojin's place.

And maybe, from there, you could meticulously work and plan on how to become the only one.

So you slowly started going up the list of his girls. It was such a disgusting label. San's girl. But that's what all of you were. A pretty girl that he fucked around with and the one that sometimes got the privilege to be let into his small, elite circle of friends. You fucked him the way he liked, left when he said to leave and pretended like you were completely okay with everything being San's way. It's what the favorite one did, wasn't it?

And being the favorite one meant being one step ahead of the competition at all times which, and you don't say it to be mean, wasn't hard at all.

The girls San usually slept with were so...basic. If you lined them up next to each other, you would think that they were all variations of the same person. The same very basic fashion style that they probably saw their favorite Instagram influencer wear bought off of Shein, the same eyebrows, same lip liners, same cookie-cutter mold that made none of them stand out in the mass of girls he had flocking around him.

They all looked like each other. Which wasn't a bad thing, they were pretty (he wouldn't fuck them if they weren't pretty). But you were simply better.

For starters, you never wore the same outfit twice and your jewelry didn't leave blue prints on your skin because it wasn't fake. You looked pretty with or without makeup and a bottle of your perfume costed almost as much as their three monthly rents. You didn't look like you got picked off of someone's Instagram feed and you actually knew how to apply your bronzer and trim your eyebrows to suit your face. In looks, you easily triumphed over the rest.

They were superficial reasons, you were very aware and San didn't care for any of that. A pretty girl was a pretty girl to him, he didn't give a fuck about her outfit unless when he was planning on taking it off of her. The real reason why you were the favorite one was because in San's book you were listed under 'The Rich, Spoilt Brat That Not Everyone Could Have', and he had you.

Men always liked knowing that they were special enough to attain something which was otherwise considered untouchable and San was no fucking different. Knowing that he had the rich girl who didn't fuck around with just anyone under his thumb got him going.

You could tell he liked it when you walked into the room and everyone's attention went to you but you were looking at him. He enjoyed knowing that he was the only one taking you to bed and you often wondered if you didn't have the old-money name to back you up; would you be on the same pile as the rest of the girls you surpassed?

Thinking about what made you special to Choi San was a dangerous game. Was it the sex, the high-fives he gets from his friends for fucking the granddaughter of one of Korea's richest CEOs or could it ever be just you?

Still, you enjoyed it. He didn't love you but at least he knew you were better than the rest.

And boy, did that feel good as you stared back into Yeojin's eyes with a smirk pulling on your glossy lips as you placed a soft hand on San's arm which was draped over your shoulder in the smoky, crowded room almost two months after your first meeting in that bathroom. He was conversing with Yunho, not paying an inkling of attention to you but at least, he wasn't paying attention to anyone else either.

Especially not Yeojin.

'I win.' You mouth to her, and you know there's a mean look in your eyes but you knew that if Yeojin was in your place, she'd be gloating just as much (if not more) to your face.

So you don't feel all that bad about it.

You were the new favorite now.

And you remain the favorite one all through your freshman year and the summer after it.

There are other girls, of course, but they're all one-night stands and flings that come and go. You're the only one he keeps by his side, no matter how many times he's fucked you. It's a burden as much as it is a relief because while San wants you around, you're constantly looking over your shoulder to check if someone else caught his attention for the night. It's pathetic and demeaning.

It's even more demeaning when you're in the presence of his friends when he decides to hook up with someone else for the night. His friends, Yunho and Yeosang, hate you.

Yunho is two-faced and at least pretends to be nice to you when you're in their presence at a party or share a lunch table at the cafeteria, even though you know he bad-mouths you the moment you turn your back.

Yeosang on the other hand, well... he is just nasty to you to your face. If he didn't outright despise you, you might've liked him a little bit. You might've even tried to be his friend because you always had a thing with people for no filter.

Also Yeosang gives off the vibe that he's maybe killed a man, but if you were to ask him directly about it, any answer would feel like he's lying. Which makes him even more interesting.

But San's friends weren't the only problem. Your own friends weren't any better because they were trying to fuck San.

Now, everyone must be thinking; Y/N, with what kind of people do you surround yourself with? And the answer is pretty simple- terrible people.

You didn't really care how honest or trustworthy anyone was because almost every single one of your friendships was for the sake of connections and climbing up the social ladder. Also at the time, you had Seonghwa. He was your best friend.

But your friends were actively trying to fuck the guy you had some serious feelings for and the worst part is that one of them succeeded. Jennie fucked San almost half a year after you started hooking up with him and she rubs it in your face to this day.

You were hurt obviously but not so much by Jennie because you didn't give a fuck about her. You were hurt by San. Why would he sleep with your friend? Even if you two weren't together, surely there must be some sort of rule in the friends-with-benefits rulebook that says you can't fuck each other's other friends.

And you could get back at him, you know you could go and fuck someone else but why would you? San wouldn't care in the slightest and you'd only give yourself away to someone to try and spite someone else.

If nobody concluded by now, your life was kind of a mess but San was the hurricane in the center.

When you thought about him, you imagined the two of you in a whirlwind of tangled hands, twirling in the middle of a steep hill. Your hair is whipping you in the face from the speed of your movements, white dress clinging to your body as you stare at him from across from you.

Big, beautiful smile with dimples popping and eyes crinkled. Black, soft hair falling dancing with the wind and revealing his handsome face. White button-down shirt getting swayed by his each movement.

He's yelling; "Let go, Y/N! Let go of my hands!" with a big smile on his face, "Let go of me, Y/N!" But you never do, instead you stubbornly hold on as both of your feet pick up pace and you twirl even faster.

But you handled it well. The unrequited love, the traitors you call friends, the snarky remarks from his friends. You took it like a champ because you were the favorite one and no-one could take that from you.

Until Son Boyoung walks into the picture, or rather bumps into it.

Like every plot-shifting, drama- starting event in Gossip Girl, it all starts with a party. The first party of your second year of college to be precise.

A party you didn't even want to go to if you were honest, you might've just preferred to fuck San in his dorm and then leave because that's how the night will end anyway. This entire tradition of getting ready for two hours to be surrounded by horny college boys trying to get with you while San partied around got old a long time ago.

"Wanna go?" San's breath coasts over your ear and it makes you shiver lightly as you nod in response. His breath smells like beer but he's not drunk, you can tell because his eyes are still crystal clear and he wasn't tripping over his tongue yet.

You let him lead the way, his pointer finger wrapped around your own loosely so he doesn't lose you in the crowd as you both make your way through the dimmed room.

You both don't make it three steps forward before someone is bumping into San and causing you to bump into his back when he stops in his tracks suddenly.

You're more focused on the fact that there's beer spilled all over his shirt now rather than who spilled it on him as you gasp lightly.

"Watch where you're going." San says darkly to the smaller figure in front of him and for the first time you turn your attention to the girl who was hold an, now, empty cup in her hands and looking absolutely mortified. You kick yourself to this day for feeling bad for her.

"You're the one that bumped into me." Your brows raise in surprise at the sudden bravery in her voice. She still looks small and slightly nervous, but she's stubbornly holding her own and you can't help but respect her a little for it. "You watch where you're going."

And she's pushing past both you and San with him only left staring at her back with his jaw slightly dropped and gaze pissed off. His jaw clenches, eyes on the unknown girl for a second longer before he's nodding for both of you to head to the entrance.

As always, you both walk side by side to his dorm which is just a three minute walk from the place where the party is held. Usually, this is your favorite part because it's when San is the sweetest to you.

His attempt to woo you out of pure courtesy because you both know he doesn't have to since you would sleep with him with or without the sweet words but he still does, maybe he knows how much you like them.

Tonight, he's agitated by something and it doesn't even cross your mind that it might have something to do with the girl from earlier.

"What's up with you?" You ask lightly, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt teasingly. It seems to snap him out of the staring contest with the pavement because his head snaps to you.

"Nothing important." He replies with a crooked smile. His finger gets hooked around the belt hoop of your mini skirt and he pulls you closer to his side as you both walk down the empty street. You let out a loud laugh at that, attempting to push him off but only ending up with his arm draped across your shoulder.

"You want something to drink?" San asks as you enter his unit. You push off the high-heeled boots off of your feet, leaving them by the door and immediately going to his room.

"Water!" You shout back, knowing that you're alone in his apartment because you've seen both Yeosang and Yunho at the party tonight.

You tune out San's shuffling in the kitchen as you take your jacket off and throw it across the chair next to his desk. You turn on the desk lamp, not bothering with the ceiling light and look over his cozy bedroom. It's messy but in a very organized way and you always find some new detail in it to nitpick over, all in hopes to learn something new about him.

Tonight, it's his small collection of records which sits in a neat row at the bottom of his small bookshelf. It's a mix of old school bands and RnB records with an occasional indie artist that you're not familiar with. You wonder if he plays them while studying or does he use them to impress girls?

Two hands hooking below your elbow catch you by surprise and with a small squeak you're lifted to your feet, back coming in contact with a firm chest.

"You're always snooping around my room." San comments in a hushed voice against your ear and you know he's smiling. His hands lightly skim over your hips before they rest on your stomach. You huff.

"I'm not snooping!" You defend yourself with a pout, watching over the little knick-knacks scattered over his desk. "Just...observing."

He chuckles against you before you feel him reach for something behind you.

"Your water, princess." A bottle of water comes to your view and you take it with a 'thank you' before opening it and taking a couple of gulps. "And if you're done with your 'observing'..."

San's hands return to your front only this time, they don't rest on your stomach but starts fiddling with the button of your skirt until it's undone and he's tugging on it until it slides down your legs and hits the floor.

"I was observing. Don't get a big head." You giggle with a small whine, worried that you'll spill water over the floor because of his wandering hands and kisses pressed to your neck.

It doesn't take long for you to get in the mood with San simply because you always want him. Something about him is so irresistible and so magnetic that something as easy as a pretty smile can turn you to mush.

You place the water bottle down on his desk and relax in his hold, relishing in his touches and kisses pressed to your skin. With his hands wrapped around your middle, he walks you both backwards to his bed and pulls you into his lap.

The kisses to your neck turn hotter and slower as one hand dips between your thighs, fingers running up and down your clothed heat while the other feels hot and heavy on your waist. A sigh leaves you, head lulling back onto his shoulder and giving him more access to your neck as you start grinding down on his lap while his fingers continue to tease you.

"God," San sighs lowly into your ear, lips at your temple as you grind down harder on him.

"San, do something." You whine against him.

Suddenly, you're picked up and placed on the bed with him hovering above you. He tugs your panties down and throws them over his shoulder before quickly spitting on his hand and spreading the essence over your cunt, slicking you up with parted lips and watchful gaze.

"Fuckin' pretty." He mutters and you whimper a little as his fingers start carefully rubbing your clit, the motion making your hips jolt.

His fingers dip inside of you, stretching you out and making you moan softly as your back arches off of the bed.

"San, please." You whisper through a moan, looking up at him and letting out a loud groan when his thumb brushes your clit. "J-just fuck me. Please."

"Whatever you want, princess." And his fingers slide out of you.

You watch him remove the black shirt he had on, admiring his broad shoulders and toned stomach. A silver necklace decorates his chest, hair swept to the side and lips flushed and you can't stop the staring. He's beautiful.

When he catches your eyes on him, San laughs lightly and grazes your hip with his fingers before rummaging through his bedside table to find a condom and it makes you smile sheepishly as you adjust yourself on the bed.

Soon enough, the rest of his clothes are discarded and you remember you still have your top on which you quickly slide off of yourself and throw to the floor.

San pulls you towards him by your ankle and you squeak in surprise before it turns into a laugh when his fingers dig into your waist, tickling you. He puts the condom on swiftly before nestling himself between your legs.

You mewl when he slides inside of you, the delicious stretch overwhelming you accompanied by the torturous kisses to your neck and collarbones that turn into soft bites when he starts thrusting into you.

"Always feel so good." He mutters, hips snapping into yours as you grip his shoulders. Soft whines and whimpers leave you as the familiar feeling in your stomach starts building and your nails dig into the skin of his back.

"Fuck, San..." You sigh when his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue rolling over the sensitive bud. He pulls away with a groan, lips trailing upwards before his face is buried in your neck, breath coasting over your sensitive skin and making goosebumps rise.

"Say my name, again." He whispers against your neck, hips bucking into yours which causes you to moan loudly.

"San..." You whisper, hand getting tangled in his dark hair. His name continues to leave your lips like a prayer with each thrust and his lips trace your skin.

And that's how both of you lose yourselves in the moans and shared breaths, skin on skin, profanities and lewd noises filling his room until the coil in your stomach is snapping and you're coming undone underneath him so hard that you see white in front of your eyes. San finishes not long after you, filling up the condom with a low groan against your skin and all that's left are heavy breaths that fill up the silence and cold air meeting, now, sweaty skin.

You often think how if this was some other guy, you would probably be kissing him while he fingers you, while he's balls deep inside of you, after he makes you come and you've come down from the high and in a daze. But not with San. He doesn't kiss.

You found it peculiar and wondered why because if he's willing to eat you out, why was he so against something as innocent as kissing? And after days of pondering over it, you finally understood.

Kissing is way too intimate for him.

Sex was something incredibly normal and daily for San. Well, sex is normal in general. Everyone fucks. But to San, it was just an action that he did with the means of getting off and it didn't represent anything special to him.

Kissing, on the other hand, didn't always lead to sex. Sometimes you just kissed people because you wanted to kiss them. Wanted to have them close like that, wanted to feel that tender moment of when your lips disconnect and you look into each other's eyes, wanted to express how you feel towards them through tongues.

San never kissed you. He only ever had sex with you.

And sex didn't mean anything to San so it subsequently followed that you didn't mean anything to him either.

The end of the world that you were currently mulling over though, happens on the first Monday after that night.

It was the first day of classes of your second year of college and after four hours of classes, you find yourself in the campus cafeteria. Coincidentally, San has lunch at the same time as you. Well, Yunho and Yeosang are with him as well but who gives a fuck about them.

"Hi guys!" You greet cheerily, sitting down at an empty seat and placing your lunch box in front of you. San gives you an amused eyebrow raise while Yunho nods at you in greeting, neither saying much. Thank God Kang Yeosang is there though.

"Oh, Jesus." He mutters and you sigh, suppressing an eye roll as you open your lunch box and take out your chopsticks. "Don't you have a Twice video to stream or something? Why are you here?"

"I did that last night while I was doing my nails, Yeosang." You reply simply, taking a bite out of your salad. "I'm having lunch just like you."

"Well, can you take your plated grass somewhere else?" He asks with a sarcastic smile as he eyes your salad with distaste and you clench your fists, holding yourself back from lashing out at him the way you want to. They way you always want to but don't, for the sake of staying in San's good graces.

Instead, you fix yourself up in a polite smile.

"There's plenty of space here."

You only get an eye roll in response and he turns to Yunho, starting a conversation about some topic you don't really care about.

You open your mouth to ask San how his first day of classes was but when you turn your head to him, you're completely gagged by the expression on his face and it quickly makes you clamp your mouth shut.

San looks determined and intrigued, which wouldn't be anything out of the usual, if his attention wasn't directed to something over your shoulder. Or rather someone.

You follow the direction of his gaze, eyes scanning the almost empty area and wondering who he was looking at so intently and so wistfully. The red head? The tall girl with a wolf cut...she might be his type. The girl that's rumored to model for Calvin Klein?

It's when she catches your attention. Sitting behind an empty table, in a sweatshirt that swallows half of her body, hair braided and falling over one shoulder and earphones plugged in as she writes something down in her notebook, is the girl from the party. The girl who spilled her beer all over San.

She's sitting alone, a little bit to the side and she's got a pretty face but in the sea of pretty girls surrounding her, she is completely unnoticeable and plain. You turn to face San again, his eyes would fly behind your shoulder too often for your liking.

Surely, he couldn't be...?

"I'd be worried if I was in your place, princess." Kang Yeosang whispers in your ear and you jump a little, surprised by the sudden closeness. "It seems like you're about to get replaced by a nerd."

Your eyes connect with his and your stomach twists at the annoyingly pretty but vicious smirk on his lips, eyes dancing with mirth.

You want to laugh in his face. You want to tell him that a girl so mediocre could never be even up to your knees. Even the fact that you’re comparing yourself to her is ridiculous. You were you and that Plain Jane could never be a threat.

But words fail you because this doesn't feel like all the other times a pretty girl would catch San's attention. The fact that she doesn't fit San's type of pretty girls makes you clutch the chopsticks firmly and you can't find yourself to respond as you turn to San once again and your heart drops.

That's how the world explodes on the ceiling of your bedroom later on, this afternoon as you replay what happened at lunch over and over again while laying on your bed. From San's intrigued gaze to Yeosang's words to the way even you felt something shift during that lunch because...

While you were looking at San, San was looking at her.

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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The Bodyguard (Loki x Female reader) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 13 here// Series Masterlist

Chapter 14

Summary : You protect Loki from Paris.

Warning : 18+ , Harsh language, bodyshaming, fatshaming, mention of neglect and abuse, emotional abuse, Unhealthy Eating Patterns, blackmail, starving and under eating, implied smut, mention of drug use, some weird feeding kink I'm (loki is) developing

As you kissed on the bruise that he got from punching the door he smiled, he was happy to have your attention again, he should have been honest with you but he was afraid you would hate him for choosing a convenient way and would be disgusted by him.

"It's nothing, don't worry" you walked with him and he laughed a little as you didn't stop pushing him until you two reached the bed, then you made him sit down and sat next to him.

"I'm sorry too Loki" your eyes teared up so he kissed your forehead.

"Don't be love, it's not your fault, it's just..this thing between us is ..complicated " he hated that word but he didn't have any better adjective to describe his relationship with you. What even was this? He wanted to tell you his true feelings but he knew that would only make things more difficult.

"Feed me" you mumbled softly and his heart swelled,

"I don't see the dessert" You are here. That's what you wanted to say to him but you controlled yourself somehow.

"Granola bar would do?" he nodded so you got up, brought one from the snack pack he bought for you yesterday and gave it to him. He was buying things for you, he was taking care of you, he was sacrificing his safety, getting blackmailed for you. You wanted to do the same for him but you didn't know how. You sat down on his lap and for a moment he was taken aback, he wasn't expecting that but he calmed himself down.

"I'm sorry I threw one out this morning" you mumbled softly and he nodded,

"Never do that again okay? Food is precious..just like you are" your eyes teared up but he was busy unwrapping the bar to notice that. And you didn't want him to see you sad either, you hurt him today as much as he hurt you and you wanted to make up for it.

"Okayy I promise I won't" he smiled as he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand while he fed you with the other, his thumb brushed over your cheek, the rest of his fingers scratched your scalp.

"Good girl, you have been so good today, finished all your meals right? Didn't cheat did you?" He asked you so you shook your head.

"I would never cheat on you, I could cheat for you but never you" his heart skipped a beat at the double insinuation your words held.

"I know baby..I know" he whispered softly and you grabbed the bar from him so you could feed him a bite.

"I'm full darling" he smiled but you weren't taking no for now.

"Eat ..please" how could he not when you said please like that and made those eyes at him. He took a bite and then he made you finish the rest of it.

"I had a dream about you feeding me like this today..but it was strawberries and chocolate instead" you mumbled and he chuckled.

"You're dreaming about me now huh"

"Mmmhmm madee think of a few things" he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head down on your shoulder, he wished he could have just slept like this in your comforting warmth but he can't. Paris would create a scene again if he wasn't in his room in a few minutes.

"You didn't sleep all night did you?" You caressed his head softly and he hummed in response. You won't allow a bitchy house helper to mess with your Loki like that. He was your friend, you two shared a bond that wasn't sustainable in the long run but somehow you didn't want to stop, he was protecting you all this time and it was your turn now.

"Mmm just an hour but I'm okay" you kissed the top of his head and he sighed, it was nice to be held like this, he felt cared for and cherished, it's been a long time since someone made him feel that way. His own wife never pulled her head out of her own problems to spare a moment on him, now that he looked back at their relationship, none of it made sense, It didn't fit. You did. You felt perfect in his arms and he wished the reality wasn't what it was for both of you.

"You should go, I wouldn't want you to get in trouble" he nodded and kissed your forehead before he picked you up and put you down on the bed, making you giggle in response.

"Good night darling, I'll see you first thing in the morning"

"Good night loki" you smiled and he turned around to leave,

"Lokii?"

"Yess baby?" You loved how smoothly that term of endearment came out of his lips for you as if he has been saying it all his life. Baby, you are his baby.

"Do you care about her? Paris?" You asked him just to be sure before you'd take a step against her.

"I do not care about anyone here.. except you, only you" he smiled as he twisted the knob of the door, leaving you all flushed and smiling.

He sighed when he entered his room, just the sight of her made him shrivel up, he missed you already and he just saw you. He missed holding you. Your thoughts infiltrated his head as he fucked the god awful woman under him, you said you had a dream about him feeding you, was it as filthy as his own dreams were about you?

He hoped so, he couldn't cum inside her. He couldn't let go so once she was exhausted he begged her to leave him alone for the night, she warned him that she was doing him a favour for the night because she felt like "being nice today". As soon as she left, he laid down on the couch, he didn't want to pleasure himself and think about you on the bed where he just fucked another woman,

He took the condom off his cock, he didn't trust this woman at all anymore, she played him before with her lies and he didn't want to be played again or ruin his life. He closed his eyes as he fisted his cock, he pictured you on your knees in front of him, your innocent doe eyes looking up at him as he would feed you something you both craved.

"Fucking hell yess babygirl" he moaned loudly as his pace increased, he wondered how your mouth would wrap around his length, how warm it would feel to be sheathed like that, the thought of you doing something so filthy for him turned him on beyond belief, his boss's daughter servicing him. You were supposed to be just a job.

He pictured you lighting up like a star whenever he'd praise you, make you flush with compliments, he knew you got turned on too when he called you his good girl, his baby, because that's what he wanted you to be. He wanted to feed you, take care of you, protect you, fuck you all day - all night long.

He hoped that you'd never tire of him, his body and most of all his affections that he desperately wanted to shower you with.

His thoughts wandered as he imagined you in several situations he'd love to put you in, he wanted to fuck his sweet sweet girl until she'd beg him to stop.

"Fuccckk yes y/n ..baby cum around me, mmm such a good girl for Daddy" his own filthy words made him explode all over him. Daddy, he wanted to be your daddy but not in a creepy way, just in a loving protective sexual way, he wanted to fulfill all your needs and he knew you had so many needs that weren't being met.

"This is getting so out of control" he sighed as he panted heavily, his other hand ran through his sweat drenched hair. A shower was what he needed to clean up himself as well as the impure thoughts he had about you. It was around 3 am and he gave you a call once he changed the bedsheet and laid down, he wanted to talk to you but when you didn't pick up after two rings he cut the call. He didn't want to disturb your sleep, you don't sleep too well already.

Next morning after dealing with Paris, you returned to your room so you could get ready for the gym. Once you were all prepped you knocked on his door. It was 9 am, you were late today but then you wanted him to get his sleep and you hoped that he got a few hours. You did notice his missed call around 3, did he want to talk to you? The thought made your cheeks warm up.

He opened the door and he looked all ready, that suit always made you want to jump into his arms and then jump his bones. He noticed your gym attire was all black too and it made him smile

"Good morning darling" he whispered as he walked alongside you

"Morning to you too darling" As soon as you both stepped out of the mansion he placed his arm around your waist and opened the door for you.

On the way to the gym he linked his fingers with yours,

"You called last night?" You asked him softly and his cheeks turned rosy

"I just.. couldn't sleep ..sorry I hope I didn't disturb your sleep"

"Never" you mumbled

"Are you sure this partition is soundproof?" He asked you and you nodded

"My dad trust no one.. I never thought it would work in my favor someday" you smiled as you pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"He trusts Steve" you looked at him as he said that, he didn't address Steve as your fiance for a change.

"He always wanted a son, someone who would run his empire when he's tired of it" your eyes teared up and his grip on your fingers tightened.

"You can do that, he doesn't need a son for that" you smiled at his sweet words, you wished your father shared his views but he didn't.

"Thank you unfortunately he doesn't think so, he never even allowed me to do my master's, what would be the point he said when I was selling his brand and name just by looking the way I do, besides he always intended to tie me to Steve, so he'd finally have a son in law in him if not the actual son"

The more he finds out about your past, the worse he felt for you, he doesn't even understand how you have stayed so strong all this time while you lived amongst such opportunistic money minded abusive pieces of shit.

"Do you like lifting weights or do you do it because you have to?"

"Well it's actually one of the things I truly do enjoy, it makes me feel strong even if just for a moment"

"You are so strong darling, not just physically, the inner strength you carry is insurmountable" your eyes teared up so you placed your head between the crook of his neck. If only he knew the truth.

"You smell heavenly" you whispered in his ear and just a slight whisper was enough to make him strain in his pants.

"So do you darling, did you bring a snack?" He asked you to shift the mood and you nodded but you found something else to tease him with.

"Is that a gun?" You questioned as you noticed a holster around his waist,

"Yeahhh" your hand sneaked inside his coat and you rubbed it over the holster, the action made him want to dig a hole and jump down there because it looked so inappropriate. You must know what you were doing right?

"It's so thick and hard ..Can I play with your.. gun" he grabbed your hand as quickly as the dirty words spilled from your lips .

"Okay stop baby..I know what you are doing" his tone was soft as he spoke so you decided to have some mercy on him, you giggled as you scooted away from him

"Look at you..you're red as a cherry"

"Eat your snack darling or I'll make you eat" he mumbled so you took out the protein chips and munched on it, you offered him too but he denied.

You wanted to go to the shelter sometime soon again, and you hoped he'd come with you, maybe you won't have to force him this time.

After the workout when he took you back to the mansion, he noticed that Paris wasn't there anymore. He enquired with the head of the house help staff and she told him that Paris was fired for trying to steal jewelry from Madam y/n' s room. He sighed as he heard that, he took out his phone to text you immediately.

You smiled as you put the phone down, you didn't even want to deny it anymore. You really fell for him in a matter of weeks, that's how he affected you. You have never had anyone like him in your life. You read the texts over and over again and it made you feel so giddy. Silly goose baby. Darling. Baby.

All The pet names made you feel alive, You had someone you could talk to, someone who didn't have any selfish intentions behind his friendship. He just cared about you and you felt it in your soul. There was no point in denying the truth anymore even though it was too soon to confess, your heart knew

You loved him, you were in love with Loki Laufeyson.

As you heard a knock on the door, you jumped out of the bed in excitement. You smiled as you opened the door but it dissipated slowly as you realised it wasn't Loki, but your fiance.

He was angry and you knew what he did when he was angry.

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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Congrats on 1k!!! I wanted to send in a GIF but I don't know how to do that as anon 😅 So instead could you write a 🍒 dark drabble for Loki x little!reader where she runs away (or tries to)

🍒 drabble for little!reader trying to run away from loki (dark)

a/n: i actually don't know if you can send in gif/pics as anon but i think you could send a link to it maybe? or you could always message me (if you're comfortable with that of course) the gif or image you would like for the 1k headcannons. also beware this one is has dark themes.

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Are you sure you haven't seen her? I swear I thought I saw her over here. She looked very upset, and she kept saying someone was trying to hurt her." The elderly lady asked Loki the same question for the third time.

She showed up at his doorstep a few moments ago to introduce herself as his new next door neighbour. He knew that wasn't the reason she was there though.

He accidentally left his girl unattended, and the poor thing thought it was a good opportunity to escape. When he turned around to crack the eggs into the pan, she bolted for the door and ran to her new neighbour for help.

When the neighbour opened the door, she was met with the sight of a frantic young lady, crying and asking for help. At first, the elderly woman found her attire a bit strange. She looked like she was at least in her early 20s. Her attire, however, was a pink nightgown with immature patterns and prints all over. Nonetheless, she noticed how distraught the girl was and she invited her in. When the poor old lady returned from the kitchen to bring her some water, she was gone.

The poor innocent elderly lady, standing at Loki's doorstep, tried to not-so-subtly peak inside his house. She was convinced he knew where she was but all he did was act dumb.

"Goodness, that sounds awful," He clicked his tongue, looking around his property, pretending like he was looking for her, "I wish I knew where she was but no I didn't see anyone come around here. There's no one out there either."

She definitely wasn't convinced but Loki couldn't risk hurting another neighbour right now.

Loki pretended to think for a moment before saying, "I'll tell you what, ma'am, if I see her I'll ring you right away."

She sighed and nodded, "Alright, young man, thank you for your help. Yes, please let me know right away."

"Of course, ma'am. Have a wonderful day." Loki smiled at her, then shut the door behind him. He waited by the window to make sure she went back to her house before making his way back to you in the basement.

"You know, I thought you were smarter than that, little one. I thought I told you to stay in your seat, darling." He tutted, picking up the paddle that was on the table next to you. You whimpered at the sight of the paddle, and quickly took moved back on the mattress.

"Tell me, dear," He pulled you back towards him, "Didn't I tell you to stay here?", You slowly nodded, afraid to move still.

"Then why do you insist on behaving like a stupid little brat?" He struck you hard across your cheek making you cry out loud, "Huh? Tell me!"

"I-I'm s-sorry...Please I'm sorry! W-won't do it again!" You apologized over and over again, crying your heart out.

"Oh I know you won't do it again love. You remember the chip that I put in you last week? The one that tracks where you are and everything," Loki smiled as he pulled his phone out and opened and app to show you. You nodded in response, wondering where he was going with this, "Well, now it has a new update. There's the first track option of course, but now there's another option called elimination."

There was a picture of you on there with two options under it. However, out of the two options, the only one you could focus on was the last one.

Loki's thumb hovered over the last option, and you whimpered in fear, "Because if you ever try to leave again, you'll be gone with just the click of a button."

#dark!loki #daddy!loki #loki x reader #loki angst #1k celebration #haley 1k celebration #🍒 drabble #daddy!loki x little!reader

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hbyrde36 · 11 months

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Steddie Week Day 5

Read Part 1 here / Part 2 here / Part 3 here / Part 4 here

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Thank God we didn't Peak in High School - Part 5

Prompt: Together / Hold the Line by Toto

~*Steve*~

The first time Steve Harrington noticed Eddie Munson was in middle school. He was thin and lanky with a DIY buzzcut. He wasn’t someone you would have necessarily looked at twice back then, at least until he opened his mouth. Steve had never seen anything like it, Eddie was loud and unapologetically himself. Steve didn’t know where the guy got his courage from but he was in awe, wishing he could be half as brave.

After that first lunch room tabletop tirade, Steve couldn’t STOP noticing Eddie. They didn’t get to share that many classes through the school years but whenever they did Steve would make sure to choose a seat as close to the other boy as possible. He never managed to talk to him though. They were so different, he wouldn’t know what to say. He was much more comfortable admiring Eddie from afar.

Steve had a bit of a glow up between his freshman and sophomore years of high school. Suddenly girls were flirting with him left and right, calling him King Steve and trying their hardest to get asked out on a date. So Steve let himself get distracted and he went on a lot of first dates that ended with a mediocre kiss and zero sparks.

Then came Linda. It was good, until it wasn’t. She was the first person he had sex with and the first person he said ‘I love you’ to apart from family. He hadn’t seen it coming, when she ended things. A pattern he would repeat years later with the only other person he had let himself fall for, and the only other person he slept with.

It felt, ironically, like a dirty little secret to Steve, the fact that he had only slept with two people in his life, till now. He was known to be this big ladies man, and yes he went on a lot of dates but that was all. At the risk of seeming uncool, Steve never corrected people when they talked about his high body count.

Steve knew he fucked up before he even went home with that girl. His first mistake had been asking for this stupid arrangement in the first place, and every day that he had let it go on, without actually talking to Eddie about it, made things worse and worse.

To be clear, being with Eddie wasn’t the mistake. He was great, amazing, beautiful. Everything Steve could want in a friend, in a lover, in a partner. The mistake was trying to be with Eddie while pretending he didn’t feel anything for the guy. It was a lie. He’d had a massive crush on him back in school and it had come back with a vengeance.

Steve would never forget the time they spent hanging out at that house party. He never understood what had happened that night. They were having such a good time and Steve was sure that it would have developed into something more given the chance, but when Eddie left to go to the bathroom he never came back. Steve knew he shouldn’t have taken it so personally, it was a few hours and one conversation, It’s not like they really knew each other. Maybe he’d gotten it all wrong. He knew Eddie was gay but just because somebody was into guys didn’t mean they automatically were into Steve.

That was the same night he and Nancy had gotten together. Shortly after Eddie’s departure she had come to find Steve and the two of them struck up a conversation about the kids, as they often did and one thing led to another.

Eventually Steve stopped thinking about Eddie, too caught up in his new adult life with Nancy. He concentrated all his effort on making her happy and supporting her as she went through college. He was overjoyed when she said yes to his proposal and then shocked to his core when she ended things mere weeks later.

Ever since he and Eddie started hooking up, Steve found himself wondering how different things might be now if he had just gone for it that night and asked Eddie out instead of being a coward.

He had really made a mess of things, and that was before he went and got wasted and slept with some random chick who hit on him. He could blame it on the alcohol, and he did a little bit, but it also smacked of self loathing and sabotage.

If Steve was honest with himself, he knew Eddie had feelings for him too and had chosen to ignore it. He had convinced himself that It was too soon after the breakup with Nancy for any of it to be real, it was also the reason he wanted to keep them a secret, he thought people would judge him for moving on so quickly.

As soon as Steve woke to the empty bed, he knew it was over. In a panic, he immediately picked up his phone to text Eddie. He forgot all about the fact that they didn’t usually talk about these things in the daylight. He didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to know if Eddie was okay. He sent a dozen messages but Eddie didn’t respond. He couldn’t blame him after the way he acted. Steve had realized something last night but sadly it seemed like it was too late. He was in love with Eddie Munson, and he’d already lost him.

Steve called out of work, nothing was more important than trying to talk to Eddie. By afternoon he was desperate and since Eddie wouldn’t text him back he decided he would call as many times as it took for the other boy to answer. When he finally did, it was not good news. Steve was too late, Eddie was thoroughly done with his bullshit.

It was Nancy who snapped him out of it and ultimately lit a fire under his ass. Jonathan had heard about what happened through the grapevine at work so when neither Steve or Eddie came to work one day he put two and two together.

Nancy let herself in with the hide-a-key he left in the front of the house. He hadn’t bothered to change its location after the breakup. She found him curled up in a ball on the couch, staring at the tv that wasn’t even on.

“Oh Steve.”

“What are you doing here Nance?” He said, unfurling himself and sitting up.

“Jonathan told me some of what happened. Obviously I don't know the whole story but I thought you could use a friend.”

“We’re not friends.”

“I deserve that, and if you want me to leave I will but, Steve, I still care about you and I really hope we can be friends someday.”

Steve sighed. She would never be his first choice for this but she was here now and he had to talk to someone or he was going to explode. “I messed things up with Eddie so bad and I don't know if I can fix it.”

She gave him a warm smile and sat down. “We’ll see about that, tell me everything.”

So, he did. He spilled his guts to Nancy, gave her the whole history of him and Eddie leading up to present day. It was easier than he thought it would be, to confide in her. He still cared about her too and as they talked he realized it wasn’t anything like the way he felt about Eddie. Maybe it never had been.

She helped him to devise a plan. First he needed to set a few things right at work. He would go to the store and confront Tommy and the others about how cruel they’d been talking about Eddie. He would make it clear that he liked Eddie and wasn’t ashamed of it and if anyone didn’t like that they should keep that opinion to themselves.

Then, forget texts and phone calls. Steve needed to find out where Eddie would be and go to see him in person. This sort of apology required a grand gesture and driving several hours just for the chance to talk to Eddie fit that bill nicely.

Robin was no help, when he visited work she made sure to make herself scarce and she too refused to answer his text messages. It was frustrating but Steve had to admire her loyalty. Maybe once she heard about him putting Tommy in his place she would be more inclined to help, but he didn’t want to wait around for that to happen.

Instead he decided to risk it and go straight to the source. He had only met Eddie’s uncle in passing but he knew where they lived. Steve had no way of knowing if Eddie had told his uncle what happened between them. He only hoped that if Wayne did know, he would give Steve the chance to explain and have mercy on him.

As he pulled into the park, Steve was surprised to see Eddie’s van parked in front of the trailer. His uncle’s truck was nowhere to be found though so maybe he had taken that on his road trip. The van certainly looked like it had seen better days so it seemed like a reasonable assumption.

Steve's hand shook as he raised it to knock on the door. He held his breath, waiting for the older man to answer. In his nervous state, Steve was staring down at his shoes and didn't register the fact that someone had opened the door until they said his name.

“Steve?”

His head snapped up, eyes wide and terrified because that was Eddie’s voice and oh god Steve wasn’t prepared for this. He thought he had a several hour drive to hone his speech and find just the right words to tell Eddie how he feels.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked and Steve realized he’d just been staring at the other boy for a long time.

Steve wasn’t sure what to say at first but decided that the only way forward was complete honesty. It’s what Eddie deserved and it was the only way he had a chance in hell at getting his trust back.

“I came to see your uncle actually. I was going to beg him to tell me where you were staying so I could come and see you.”

Steve could see the apprehension on Eddie’s face but he hadn’t slammed the door on him yet so he soldiers on.

“Look, you have every reason to hate me and I know I don’t deserve your time but please, please just hear me out and if you still want me gone after that, then I promise you won’t ever have to see me again.”

Eddie doesn’t respond but sighs and steps aside, allowing Steve to enter. The place is small but cozy, Steve likes it instantly. Eddie leads them over to the couch where they both take a seat.

“I owe you an apology, several in fact. I want you to know that I talked to Tommy and told him how fucked up what he said about you was. I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything about it sooner, I should have defended you and I didn’t.”

“Steve you don’t have to…” Eddie protests.

“Please, just…I have so much more to say.”

Eddie nodded, staying quiet and allowed him to continue.

“I’m also so sorry for the way everything has happened between us. I haven't treated you the way you deserve and I hurt you and that’s the last thing I ever wanted. I was so lost and confused after what happened with Nancy and that’s no excuse for what I've done but I want you to understand that I haven't been entirely myself for a while.” Steve pauses for a moment, struggling to find the right words for what he wants to say next, how to tell Eddie how much he feels for him.

The silence must have stretched on a little too long and Eddie breaks it with annoyance.

“You know, Harrington, I appreciate the apologies and all but if you came here to tell me that this has all been some big mistake to you, you could have saved yourself the time and gas. You made it pretty clear that that’s how you felt when you told me you slept with someone else.”

“Eddie, no. That's not what…”

“I think you should go now.”

“Eddie, stop! I’m trying...I want to tell you…”

“What? What more could you have to say to me!?”

“I LOVE YOU!”

Eddie’s jaw dropped open in surprise, tears already threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes.

“And in the interest of perfect honesty, I have to tell you that I think I’ve been a little bit in love with you since the first time I saw you. I’m sorry that I never said anything, I wish I had. I wish I had handled this better and I never should have asked you to be friends with benefits because that was never what I wanted. I thought I wasn’t ready for a relationship but when it’s right, it’s right, and I should have just talked to you about it instead of worrying what other people might think. I have never felt this way about anyone before, not even Nancy. I know I don’t deserve a second chance but if you’ll have me back it will be the real thing this time. No secrets or unspoken agreements and no sneaking around. I want the world to know that you are mine and I am yours.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a long time and Steve’s heart sinks. He knew it was a long-shot but he had done his best. He laid his heart out on the line and he doesn’t regret it.

“Are you sure?” Eddie said, voice no louder than a whisper.

“What?”

“You’d better be sure about this because, I love you too, and I think it might just destroy me if you’re not serious about this.” He added, inching closer to Steve.

Steve closed the remaining gap between them as he replied. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Their second-first-kiss is far better than their first, even if it was a little wet from their combined tears. They’ve shared many kisses and make out sessions in-between but this is the first time Steve has allowed himself to enjoy how perfectly their lips slot together, as if their mouths were made for eachother.

As they often do, Eddie and Steve wind up in bed together, but for once it’s not for sex. This is about cuddling and healing and whispering words of love in the dark. They talk about their past in an open and unguarded way. Both are equally surprised that the other remembers the night of the near miss, as Eddie called it. Steve laments the fact that if they hadn’t been so blind they could have been together all this time but Eddie stops him with a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t get caught up in what could have been, Stevie. Love happens in its own time, and I don’t want to get all ‘everything happens for a reason’ about it, but I don’t think we were ready for each other back then.”

“You’re probably right.” Steve admitted. “I still had a little bit of the old King Steve in me back then. You would have hated me.”

Eddie huffed a laugh. “I could never hate you. I think we both had a lot of growing up to do. I’m just glad we made our way back to each other.”

For the rest of the week they spend every waking moment together, unless Steve is at work. He finally meets Wayne officially and although Eddie said he didn’t tell his uncle any details about them, he can see how wary the man is about their new relationship status. Steve is quick to assure Wayne that he loves his nephew and promises to never hurt him again. He’s not sure Eddie’s uncle is convinced but Steve’s not going anywhere and he’s sure he’ll win the guy over eventually.

Eddie is shocked when Steve finally tells him one night how it was Nancy who helped him get his act together. It made him think better of her. She and Steve were still not friends, per say, but there were no longer any hard feelings between them.

Robin scolds Steve mercifully for how badly he hurt her best friend, but once she thinks he’s been sufficiently punished, she congratulates the two of them on getting their heads out of their asses.

At the end of his impromptu vacation, Eddie decides to go back to work. With Steve by his side he could care less about what anybody else thinks or says about him. A paycheck is a paycheck, for now.

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The waves that lap the shore - Chapter 20 - and then there were four. (Season finale)

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Wow? I made a mostly Kwazii and Paani chapter? Yes. With some shellso and twashi on the side. Wow? I made a chapter with more than 1000 words? Yes. I’ve been in a Kwazini mood lately so that definitely influenced this chapter- I also got Mellon Collie on CD for my birthday and I’ve been listening to it so that’s why Paani was listening to the smashing pumpkins. I wish I had gotten into the smashing pumpkins sooner cuz I love everything that I’ve heard <3 Stumbleine my beloved <3

Kwazii and Paani laid in Kwazii’s bed.

Kwazii was showing Paani some of his sketches.

However, he stopped when he got to a specific one.

Kwazii remembered when he drew that.

Kwazii sat on his bed with his sketch book as Gilmore Girls played in the background. He was going to draw sea monsters.

Kwazii made messy sketches as he watched.

It’d been a bit later. Kwazii had paused the show to use the bathroom. But they noticed something.

All of his doodles were of Paani. They had drawn a heart with Paani’s name in it. With little hearts and flowers all over them.

Kwazii dropped their pencil when they saw that. A embarrassed look appeared on their face. Had it seriously drawn that?! Kwazii couldn’t believe its eyes.

Kwazii felt a gasp escape his mouth is this what being in love is like? Kwazii asked himself.

•••

“I drew this one night while watching Gilmore Girls” Kwazii said, pointing to the sketches. Paani admired each little line in the sketches, they looked like him. “that’s supposed to be me, right?” Paani asked, feeling a slight grin appear on his face, Kwazii nodded in response.

Paani looked at the date.

It had been the day before the “Kwazii lit Mako on fire” incident.

The day before everything went down. The day before they told each other everything.

Paani then remembered what they were doing that day.

Paani was stretched out on his bed like a starfish, listening to Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness.

And i don’t even care

To shake these zipper blues

And we don’t know

Just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth.

Paani was thinking of someone in particular while listening to that song. Kwazii.

Paani was holding Kwazii’s paw as they walked along the beach. He was wearing a fancy suit and loafers, Kwazii was just wearing his typical pirate clothes.

“Wanna go hang out at my place, Kwazii?”

“Yeah Matey. I’ve never been to your place before.”

“Maybe I could… sing you a song?”

“Sure… I’d like that. I’ve never heard you sing before.”

“Well. You will now.”

The world is a vampire.

Paani then came back to reality. He jolted up.

Paani ripped his earbuds out of his ears. She rummaged through her closet, looking for her guitar.

It’s got to be here somewhere! Paani thought as she let out a grunt. Soon she found it.

Paani placed it on his bed, opening the case and pulling it out. Realizing how dusty the case was.

Paani started playing power chords.

He had tuned it to “mayonnaise tuning” for a reason.

“Oh Kwazii. Can I can I come to your house. We can dance to The Spice Girls in your room.” Paani sang softly, as he strummed his guitar.

Paani put it down for a moment, scribbling down lyrics on a piece of paper and the strum pattern.

Paani then got back on track, singing lyrics and strumming.

•••

“I wrote a song about you that day.” Paani admitted “you did?” Kwazii gasped “yeah.” Paani replied, getting off the bed to fetch his guitar.

Paani came back, his guitar in his hands. They sat on the bed, and started playing.

Kwazii was impressed. They started blushing as Paani sang. They felt so lucky to have someone like Paani.

Kwazii started to tear up a little. Surprisingly, he allowed himself. Not to many people had ever treated him this way. Let alone wrote a song about him.

“I-I’m sorry- I’m just a bit emotional-“ Kwazii apologized, wiping a tear from its face “not many people have ever treated me this way..” Kwazii added “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.” Paani said softly, understanding how Kwazii felt right now.

Paani knew that Kwazii wasn’t used to being treated this way.

Paani put the guitar down on the floor, on top of its dusty ass case. “Wanna go down stairs and eat something?” Kwazii asked “sure” Paani replied, getting off the bed.

•••

Peso had just gotten back from a mission, it went straight to Shellington’s lab. “Hey Shellie!” Peso greeted “PESO!” Shellington jumped out of his chair and ran up to Peso, scooping him up in his arms, hugging him tightly and showering it in kisses.

“I missed you so much!” Shellington beamed “I was only gone for a few hours- Peso mumbled “I know.. I just really missed you..” Shellington replied, putting Peso down.

“Wanna go get some hot cocoa?” Shellington asked “ sure” Peso smiled.

•••

Peso and Shellington were drinking hot cocoa in the kitchen. Peso was wearing a weezer shirt that he had stolen from Shellington (which was, way too big for him.) and Shellington was wearing his middle aged man sliders and his pajamas.

“Wow look at those nerds!” Kwazii teased, Shellington rolled his eyes and let out a giggle “Me and Peso are gonna go somewhere” Shellington said “Yeah. And I’m driving.” Peso added, Peso and Shellington then went downstairs to the Launch Bay to go on there date.

•••

It’d been a few days since Paani played that beautiful song.

Kwazii, Peso and Shellington were near the beach.

The song still rung in Kwazii’s head. He could still hear the sound of Paani’s soft singing against the beautiful mayonnaise tuning.

“Hey. Maybe we should go stop by that juice place.” Peso suggested, interrupting Kwazii’s train of thought.

The trio were walking down the boardwalk. “Yarrr what place?” Kwazii questioned “Palm & Citrus I’m assuming?” Shellington guessed “Yeah!” Peso clarified “come on mateys.” Kwazii guided as they walked to the cafe.

The three walked inside, that place looked like it was straight out of 2006, complete with old 2000s computers.

The interior was reminiscent of tropical bars, a cute box tv was on a little table. People some reruns of some old tv show that was playing.

The group took a seat, Shellington ordered a mango smoothie, Peso ordered an orange slushy made with fresh orange juice and Kwazii ordered a black current juice and salted seaweed.

Soon the drinks arrived, Shellington glanced affectionately at Peso, Peso exchanged the same glance.

“There’s a full moon tonight..” Peso mentioned “I’m kind of worried…” Shellington sighed, Peso nodded in agreement “yarr we’ll be fine mateys!” Kwazii disagreed, Peso and Shellington gave him looks of uncertainty.

Kwazii, Peso Shellington sat in awkward silence, until Peso started rambling about some sad romantic movie him and Shellington had watched.

“Their last kiss was so sad! She then died in her arms!” Shellington sniffled, on the verge of tears “they were so cute together!” Shellington added “why don’t we write a fix it fic where she doesn’t die!” Peso suggested “Yeah! Absolutely!” Shellington agreed, him and Peso began writing out concepts.

Kwazii rolled their eyes ah yes, Peso and Shellie and their sad fantasy romance movies.

Kwazii sat there bored for awhile. “Don’t you think we should get back home soon?” Kwazii mentioned “yeah true.” Shellington said, him and Peso putting away some notepads.

The three ran to the beach and dove into the water, it felt nice.

They glanced around the coral reefs, Peso and Shellington were talking about sea creatures, while Kwazii floated there alone. Until he heard a splash from behind him. Kwazii turned around, It was Paani.

He looked like he was straight out of Mean Girls. She even had the “A Little Bit Dramatic” shirt on.

“Hi Kwaz. Sorry. I was feeling a bit… uh. Girly today.” Paani said awkwardly “Ahoy Matey! That’s fine.” Kwazii greeted, warping his paws around Paani.

“Um… what are they doing?” Paani questioned, pointing to Shellington and Peso “arrg! being nerds.” Kwazii laughed “wanna go do something?” Paani asked “yeah sure why not.” Kwazii agreed.

•••

The full moon rose up, Shellington and Peso were in Shellington’s lab, which was moon proofed, they were reading some books together. Shellington had gotten sleepy though “hey I think I’m gonna take a nap..” Shellington yawned “I’ll join you.” Peso smiled, getting up and putting the books away and joining Shellington.

The vegimals soon climbed in bed as well. Shellington and Peso said goodnight to them, and to each other before drifting off to sleep, the soft sound of Shellington’s fan in the background.

•••

It was late in the afternoon.

Paani grabbed her paddle board.

She was going to Mako Island again.

I need to find out more about that place . Paani thought.

Paani took one last good look around his house, making sure he had everything.

He shoved it all into his backpack.

Paani surfed the way there. He’d wanted to find out more ever since he found Kwazii on the island when It was almost brunt to a crisp, like burning piece of toast that had been in the toaster for far too long.

The waves weren’t to bad right now. Soon they made it to the shores of the mysterious island.

The sunset was on the horizon. Paani could sense it, they glanced over their shoulder. The setting sun was looming close.

I can’t be here to long. Paani told himself.

Paani wandered around, taking photos of anything he saw that he found interesting, like some snakes. She even offered the snakes some of her Paani patties, which the snakes ate up. Paani continued on his journey.

He stopped though. He’d reached the spot where he found Kwazii.

He noticed that a thin blanket of ash still lingered on the ground. The faint stench of smoke still in the air as well.

He kept walking. Until he fell down into a hole that is.

“WHOOOOA!!!!” Paani exclaimed, her pants now covered in sand, she took a rest for a moment. Her ankle was aching.

Damn it. I was a stupid idea to wear my fancy 2000s cargo pants! Paani thought to themself.

“Hello!!” They echoed. No response.

Damn it. If only Ryla was here. Paani thought defeated, he attempted to contact them from his Octo-Watch but there wasn’t a signal.

Paani needed to figure out how to get out of here.

Paani walked up a stair like structure that was made of rocks. He peered his head inside. There was a pool of water.

It was sapphire blue in color. Paani was captivated by it.

The sky was now filled shimmering stars.

Paani noticed it began to bubble as the moon’s light shined through the opening at the top of the dormant volcano.

Paani dashed over there at the sight of that. He hanged over the ledge of the Moon Pool.

“Hello H2O! What secrets do you hold for me today!” Paani said as they grasped their test tube, and took a dive.

Oooo… pretty… Was Paani’s only thought as they glanced around the pool, she felt a funny sensation come over her as he swam around in the pool. Admiring the shimmering bubbles above.

He’d never seen anything like this before in his hydrology career.

Paani swam back up to the surface, putting a cap on his test tube and spitting some salt water out of his mouth and laying on his back.

This is relaxing Paani thought calmly.

•••

Kwazii was frantically looking for Paani. They were worried sick. Paani hadn’t answered it’s

phone calls or texts.

Kwazii had looked everywhere for him.

What if he’s at Mako. Kwazii realized. He rushed down the Octo-Chute. Kwazii rushed down to the Launch Bay “TWEAK! OPEN THE OCTO HATCH!!!” Kwazii urged “But it’s a full moon tonight, Kwaz! What if you burn down Mako again!” Tweak lectured, clearly unsure.

“ITS A EMERGENCY! I THINK PAANI IS THERE.” Kwazii yelled “Alright! Be careful!” Tweak warned, feeling knots form in her stomach.

“Tweak, what happened? I heard yelling.” Dashi asked

Tweak went silent for a moment, she was shaking. Dashi could feel the tension in the air.

“Oh uh- hi Dashi- Kwazii went to Mako. They think that Paani is there.” Tweak sighed, Dashi let out a gasp “why did you let him go?” Dashi asked “Well… I felt bad… i didn’t want anything bad happening to Paani i guess… if he is actually there that is.” Tweak answered “hopefully nothing bad happens-“ Dashi hoped “These full moons can get a bit… you know… cray cray.” Dashi mentioned “yeah definitely-“ Tweak agreed.

The two of them stood awkwardly in the Launch Bay for awhile, both hoping that Kwazii and Paani were okay.

“What are Peso and Shellington doing?” Tweak finally said, breaking the awkward silence “they’re in the lab sleeping. I’m just glad Shellington didn’t moonstruck-“ Dashi answered.

“What about Cap and Inkling?” Tweak continued “Captain is upstairs- he’s taking his online therapy sessions. And Inkling is in the library.” Dashi concluded.

“What should we do right now? I mean it’s just us.” Tweak questioned, turning to face Dashi. “Maybe we can watch something? Down here?” Dashi suggested “yeah.. I’d like that.” Tweak blushed.

Dashi and Tweak got cozy in Tweak’s bed, Dashi’s head on Tweak’s shoulder as they watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It felt nice to relax, after all of the chaotic events of recent times. Though, Tweak was still on edge, however she didn’t feel as uneasy with Dashi around.

•••

Kwazii had made it to Mako Island.

“PAANI?! PAANI!?” Kwazii called out in a panic, looking for them She can’t be at the Moonpool… could he?Kwazii thought to itself

Kwazii rushed down into the Moon Pool’s land entrance.

Kwazii ran in there faster then Tweak could say “buncha, munchy crunchy carrots”.

Kwazii was panting. He was fucking exhausted. He looked like he had ran a marathon across the entire continent.

To its horror, it saw Paani, floating around the Moon Pool without a care in the world.

“Oh hi Kwazii! The water is nice!” Paani smiled.

Kwazii’s stomach dropped.

Oh. OH SHIT!

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