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kingofthe-egirls · 9 months

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Hello hello!

Ok, I have a thought, hear me out!

Silly is the New sexy was amazing and we could need a Part 2~

Like, luffy can't help but think about your body and wants to do it again but she turns him down because you know people are literally being everywhere.

So! New Island, she stayed behind because of the short staw she draw, letting everyone go. She was totally fine and made stuff around the sunny. Imagine, she being in the kitchen as Lu burst in with a happy grin and be like >were alone! We can Do it again!< she just laughs and >give me a few after I wash the dishes<.

Lu pouts but sit down between her legs and be like prompt 8!

👀👀👀

ok im not gonna write the preamble bc u already did lmao let's skip straight to the smut, shall we?

DIRTY DISHES: LUFFY x Y/N

part 1

(cw: silly = sexy, est relationship, misuse of devil fruit, nipple play, face sitting, also this is my kitsune oc so kill the part of you that cringes, blowjob)

(a/n: i'll never stop playing dress up)

Songs: "Hard Feelings/Loveless" by Lorde, "The Bomb" by Florence + the Machine, "Morning Elvis" by Florence + the Machine

words: 1.5k

Luffy sits between your legs, head bumping back against the counter. His legs are splayed out in front of him, rolling back and forth like a little kid's. "Come onnnn," he whines, tugging at the cuffs of your denim shorts. He drags his fingertips up and down your fishnets, ribbing them in a satisfying, slow rumble.

You reach over him to finish scrubbing the dirty dish in your hands. Pizza sauce is crusted on from last night's dinner (sometimes even Sanji sets dirty plates to soak in the sink overnight).

"Okay, okay," you say, swiftly drying the plate with a soft towel. You set it in the dishrack, sparkling and clean, before turning back to your boyfriend. He's grinning up at you like a fucking capuchin.

"Hey."

You snort, rolling your eyes before crouching down to his eye level. He reaches forward to grab a strand of your hair, rubbing the damaged, bleached ends between his finger and thumb. It scratches against his skin. "Wanna play?"

"Obviously, Luffy. Now take your clothes off." You pull your own sweater off over your head--a baby blue cropped thing that you paired over a black bralette. You're wearing dark denim shorts with silver buttons down the side. Luffy tugs at the laces of your black boots. Steel-toed, a gift from Robin last time you docked portside.

Luffy giggles, and pulls his red t-shirt off over his shoulders. He slides down so he's lying on his back, stretching his rubber arms out to grab your hips. He slams you down onto his own face, cunt first.

"Fuck--!" You squeal, squirming in his arms so as not to crush his sweet little face. He's grinning at you like the devil.

"Sit," he commands, and you do. He bites at the denim of your shorts, not even bothering to take them off before he's running his thick hands all over you. You shrug off your bralette, letting your tits hang down, soft and bouncy above your ribcage. Luffy eagerly reaches up to grab them. He rolls his thumbs around your nipples in wide, slow circles. "So fuckin' pretty f'me," he murmurs, before stretching his neck up to suck on them. It's kinda alien, seeing his neck stretched out like a rubber band, but his tongue is magic so you don't fucking mind. You tilt your head back in pleasure, softly moaning.

"So good," you praise him, running your fingers over his hair. It's soft, and you pet him for a bit as he sucks on your sensitive nipples. You ride his abdomen, sitting on his stomach while he plays with you.

Your tails flick in pleasure.

"S'pretty, kitty," he says again, bucking his hips up behind you. He pops off your tits with a smack. His hands reach up to scritch at the base of your foxy ears. You hum, eyes closed in comfort.

"So are you," you say, reaching down to unbutton your shorts. You stand up, over him, to slide them down your legs. You leave the fishnets on. You're straddling him, looking down at your sweet captain with your legs on either side of his waist. Your boots stay on, too. The rose-gold bellybutton piercing sparkles at your abdomen: something you and Nami did on a whim last island, too.

"Spread your legs f'me," he says, staring up at your fishnet heat, so you lift a leg to place your boot on the counter. He's staring open mouthed at your cunt, left bare and dripping without any panties.

He licks his lips.

Suddenly, he's grabbing you by the waist again and slamming you down hard onto his waiting face. He slurps at your sensitivity, swiftly turning his hair white as he activates Gear 5. His tongue expands, shoving inside your slippery cunt as his eyes swirl rosy. Somewhere, a train whistle sounds in an honest to god awooga.

Shit.

"Luffy!!" You complain, as he rips your tights to give himself more room. Steam is pouring out of his ears, his eyes rolled back and crossed as he sloppily licks at your cunt. You're already dripping.

It's so cartoony, with him.

The sea laps at the side of the sunny, sparkling and sapphire in the afternoon sun. Seagulls call overhead. You watch them circle in the pastel sky through the window over the sink. Sparks soar into view as Luffy warps the energy of reality around him. You feel it pulling into you like gravity, bringing you ever and always closer to your captain.

He sucks on your clit.

You scream, surprised at the sudden suction. He slaps your ass cheek, the sound reverberating with several boi-oings throughout the empty room. You groan, sending your head back to just enjoy the sensations. You roll your hips over his tongue, sending shivers down your spine. He grips your hips, bringing you down harder.

"Sit!"

You squeal, letting your full weight sink down onto your captain's face. Supporting yourself on the sink, your hands grip around the cool porcelain as Luffy sends stars into your eyes. Sparkles alight overhead as his own pleasure creeps up. He's bucking his hips up behind you, and you turn to stretch yourself enough to reach his hard cock through his jeans. He lets you lean over, supporting your hips in his searing grasp. Your tails frizz out, shivering and shaking as he sends you over the edge.

Stars.

You gasp, coming to with sore thighs and an aching belly.

"Sweet girl," Luffy croons, letting you slide off him to the side. You collapse onto the tile, letting the coolness seep into your heated skin.

He sits up, wiping off your slick from his soaking chin.

"My turn?"

You smile, nodding eagerly as Luffy rips off his shorts. You settle onto your own back this time, letting him straddle your head. His sticky cockhead is shimmering with precum, and you reach out for an experimental lick. He shivers, letting out a hiss through his teeth.

"That's it," he says, rocking his hips forward. The tip hits your lips, and you let him in. You start sucking hard on his head, and he lets out a strangled moan. You run sweet, kitten licks up and down his aching shaft. The veins are bulging and sensitive, and every slide or dart of your tongue elicits sharp inhales and gasps from your lover above you. He shallowly thrusts his cock deeper into your mouth.

Stretching, you take him down your throat.

Luffy groans, softening your skin with ripples of elastic energy. His hair is fluffy and white, with matching clouds floating above his head. Your tails are squished behind you, but they flutter in soft, shivering arcs. He reaches down to grab one, wrapping it around his wrist.

He tugs.

"Ouch!" You yelp, trying to pull your seventh tail out of his grasp. He giggles, and doesn't let go. Instead, he pulls harder. An airhorn sounds. "Luffy!!!" You complain, face heating up. His cock muffles your words, but you glare up at him anyway.

"Shishi, sorry," he giggles, slowing his pace slightly. You relax, slowly sucking on his shaft as his thrusts grow erratic and sloppy.

His balls smack harsh against your chin.

Sizzles and pops sound overhead, and you open your eyes to watch star shapes dance around Luffy's face. His cheeks are flushed, and his head is tilted back. His adams apple bobs with his raspy pants.

The stars float down over both of you, sparkling and bursting in silvery rainbow shimmers. Luffy speeds up, his hips now a blur as you do your best to take it. A star slips down to bounce off your cheek and onto the floor. It sizzles out of existence.

A slight halo glows around your lover's face.

You wrap your hands around his thighs, and suck harder. He gasps, and spills his seed into your mouth. It spurts out from the corners of your lips, filling your senses with musky bitterness.

"Shit, shit shit," he groans, arching his back as he shudders and gasps. You moan, vibrations sending through his pulsing cock.

"Sweetheart," he moans, pulling out of your mouth. He sits back on his heels, giving you room to sit up. You rub at your sore jaw, before wiping his spend off the sides of your face. It smears into the soft hairs on your forearm, sticky and sweet. He grins, and reaches forward to pull you up into a kiss. He tastes like sugar.

"Sweet," you tease him, pulling on a lock of his downy hair. He snickers, swatting your hand away. "Snackies?"

He laughs outright, slapping his belly. He giggles, hiding his face in one hand. "Shishishi, hahahahaa!" He slips backward, bouncing on the now-rubbery floor. It buoys him, snickering and rolling on the elastic tile. It rocks you, too, as you stand on shaky legs.

"Luffy," you grin, tripping over your own feet onto his smiling frame. He catches you with an oof! as two arms come to snake around you. He brings you down to nuzzle against his face, skin soft and sweaty. He breathes into your hair, inhaling deeply. His fingers scritch at your scalp, and you peak up to see his hair swirling black.

The floor steadies beneath you.

"Snackies," he agrees, before he stands up with his arms still wrapped around you.

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rat-that-writes · 3 years

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Hi friend!! Do u think u could write something dark x reader (although tbh u can write whichever ego u feel most inspired with--im not picky lol) where reader has had a long day at work and just needs some gentle attention and rest and affection👉👈🥺

a/n: hi <3 this is so cute thank u for the request, really feeling it rn. you can tell how badly i want pizza for dinner. enjoy !

tw: very mild embarrassment, thunder, swearing, food & eating (pizza specifically), use of the word lift instead of elevator lol im scottish dont @ me americans

Slapping down hard on the pavement, your feet carried you hurriedly down the street. It had started raining just ten minutes before you left work. You thought maybe it would have stopped by now, the forecast said it would be clear skies at this time, but no. Definitely not. Heavier than before, the rain soaked through your jacket, trousers, and your shoes. Every step you took you could hear the squelching of your socks against the sole of your boots.

You would have called a cab but of course the weather had also soaked through your pockets, rendering your phone useless until it was dry again. You just had to carry on through the misery until you reached your apartment.

Just when you were approaching your half-way-home mark, a loud crack of thunder rang in your ears, startling you enough for you loose your footing on an uneven tile and almost trip over. The streets weren't crowded by any means, but a few bystanders definitely saw that. You felt your face heating up as you caught your breath. Sighing loudly, you carried on walking at a slightly slower pace, not wanting to trip up again.

After another fifteen minutes of freezing misery being poured down on you from the dark cloudy sky, you had finally reached your apartment building. Stomping up to the lift, you stepped in, pleased to find it empty.

Feeling the large metal box moving upwards, it was if you felt your woes lifting with it. Soon, you would be in your cosy apartment, taking a long, hot shower and cuddling up in one of Dark’s hoodies that he never wears. Maybe you’d even call him to come cuddle you. Well, you’d have to dry your phone first.

As soon as you heard the telltale ding of the doors opening, you softly pushed past the three other people waiting for the lift, muttering an ‘excuse me,’ as one of them gave you a slight glare.

You could almost already feel the promise of the hot water gracing your skin, ridding you of the cold rain water and sweat. Turning the key in the lock, you struggled a little. This always happened on bad days. Jiggling the piece of metal slightly, you finally pushed the door open.

Peeling off your jacket, you hung it on the coat rack to dry, taking your phone out of the pocket. You didn’t even wait to turn the light on before you started on your jeans and t-shirt, but maybe you should have because the sight of glowing eyes just mere feet in front of you tore a hoarse scream from your throat. Your hand unconsciously threw itself at the light switch, flipping it on to reveal the the rest of the entity sitting on the back of your couch, knees bent and palms flat against each other. He looked confused, to say the least.

“Oh fucking hell, Dark! What are you doing here?” Your tone softened towards the end, voice sore from the scream.

“I did text you, Darling.”

“My phone got wet..”

“Ah.”

Finally having caught your breath, you chuckled softly. The demon smiled. He could tell you had had quite the long day.

Sighing softly, you continued to undress, uncomfortable with the soggy clothing clinging to your body. You could tell he was trying not to watch too obviously, which was amusing.

“I’m gonna take a shower, you can stay here if you want? I’ll probably take a while.”

He nods, getting up and reaching for you. You hesitantly accepted the hug, not wanting to dampen his clothes, but he didn’t seem to care. Kisses were planted atop your head as his arms squeezed you softly, enveloping your figure. For a demonic creature he gave the best hugs.

“Take as long as you need. I’ll order you some food.”

Feeling cosy and refreshed, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom to search for that hoodie you wanted. Dark bought it specifically for you to wear. He wore it only once, describing it as “agonising to be cloaked in such common threads,” but you knew he was exaggerating. The smallest inconveniences were always put so eloquently disdainful, which was hilarious.

Eventually, you found it buried at the back of your wardrobe, and slipped it on with a pair of cotton shorts. Falling just above your knees, the hoodie was soft and comfortable against your skin. You always wore this after a bad day.

The sound of voices interrupted your thoughts. Padding into the kitchen, you heard the sound of a very intimidated delivery guy, and a deep, restrained “thank you.”

As your boyfriend returned to the kitchen with a pizza box, your mouth watered and you realised just how hungry you were. Reaching to open the box, you felt his arms come around you and his head atop yours. Smiling, you inquired about the scared-sounding boy.

“Why did that pizza guy sound so distressed?”

“They all do.”

Shaking your head at his answer, you turned around in his hold. Charcoal eyes looking down at you, he smiled again and kissed your temple. Looking up again, he reached for the pizza box and took your hand to lead you to the couch, the Netflix already loaded up.

Settling down between his legs, you put the box on your lap over a fuzzy blanket. Just then, you realised he was still fully clothed in a black dress shirt and black slacks. His expression turned confused as you stood up from his lap.

“You’re still dressed,” you spoke, eyeing him up and down.

“If you wanted me to undress, Darling, you should have said so earlier.”

Making a show of unbutton his shirt, he smirked at you. Rolling your eyes, you set down the pizza and the blanket and ran into your bedroom, leaving Dark looking confused again.

Soon you emerged, a pair of grey sweatpants in hand. He’d worn these a couple times before, at your request. Eyeing them up, he sighed softly.

“I just want you to be comfortable,” you said, tone slightly teasing.

“Very well, for you.”

Getting up, he took them from your grasp and kissed your cheek. Face heating up slightly, you went back to your pizza to grab a slice. That first bite you took was like heaven. Cooled down enough to not burn your tongue, but still hot to please your taste buds. Immaculate sauce, slightly sweet. The cheese. The cheese was even better. You swear you almost left earth and all planes of existence after that bite, until you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down.

As your back made contact with his solid chest, you let out a squeak. He smirked again, placing kisses all over your bare shoulder where the hoodie has fallen slightly. Trailing up your neck, you giggled and shrugged slightly as his beard tickled your throat. Dark hummed, squeezing you again. Eventually, he stopped and let you carry on eating whilst you looked for something to watch.

“Are you gonna have a slice or not? Because I will eat this whole pizza.”

A torn look came upon his face. You rolled your eyes, knowing that his dramatic side was to show itself any moment now. Slowly, he reached for a slice, picking it up with the very tips of his fingers. He brought it up to the two of you, flapping the pizza slightly as it assessing it. A judging hum came from the man, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. All while you look on in amusement.

Taking another bite from your slice, you looked at him. He looked at you, then the slice, then straight ahead as he took a hesitant bite. Forever a man with an unreadable expression, you couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. At least he wasn’t spitting it out.

When he stopped chewing, you kept looking at his face for an answer. Nothing was too clear, but he didn’t look like he hated it.

“It was... fine, actually.” His tone was unusually soft, it almost concerned you.

Slowly turning back around, you grabbed another slice for yourself and one for Dark. He accepted it, but didn’t eat it straight away. He just held in front of him, eyes focused on the movie. A silent chuckle fell from your lips.

Content, you snuggled closer to the demon. His arms squeezed you from time to time, a gentle reminder that he’s still there. As your breathing grew slow and even, you felt the hands of slumber creeping closer into your brain, a silent lullaby drifting you off to dreamland. Eyes closed, you turned your body slightly. Dark’s arms squeezed once again as a kiss was planted on your forehead. A final sigh escaped your lips; you would finish the pizza tomorrow. Now it was time to drift away, in his arms, secure and content. Finally.

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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First In Line

Jax Teller x Reader

Requested by @rocketqueen

Prompt: “I don’t think you realise just how many people want to date you...I mean you’ve got a queue longer than the one to get into Glastonbury” -

Looking around your living room, a smile formed on your lips. Tonight was the weekly pizza and beer night. You only had a small house but somehow everyone managed to be comfortable, it was cozy.

You were sitting on the floor between Jax’s legs, this was your spot, always has been and always would be.

“Hit me” You smiled leaning your head back against Jax’s groin, looking up at him.

“I swear its like having a pet” He smirked as he held a piece of pizza in front of your mouth so you could take a bite before taking the slice off him.

“Thank you” You said, sticking your tongue out at him.

Everyone just wished you would hurry up and get together, seen as you both acted like a couple anyway.

“So I was thinking” Juice smiled “lets play a game, we each go around and say two truths and a lie and then the others have to guess which one is the lie”

“How old are you again?” You winked at him.

“For that you are going first” Juice laughed, making you groan.

“Fine” you huffed “right so I have never had a boyfriend because no one shows any interest in me”

As soon as you finished speaking you heard Jax choke on his beer. Leaning your head back you looked at him to make sure he was okay.

“Carry on” he nodded.

“I have always been too scared to learn how to ride and when I was about 8 years old I got stuck in the washer machine” You said resting your head on Jax’s knee feeling him playing with your hair.

“Definitely the boyfriend thing” Chibs nodded followed by everyone agreeing.

“Nope the lie was getting stuck in the washer machine” You said trying to read the room.

“Just so you know there are plenty of people interested in you darlin’” Jax said.

“Well where are they then” you sighed “because I sure as hell don’t see them”

“I don’t think you realise just how many people want to date you...I mean you’ve got a queue longer than the one to get into Glastonbury” Jax whispered running his hands through your hair.

The rest of the room fell silent thinking that Jax was going to confess but it never went any further.

It was now 1am and everyone apart from you and Jax had fallen asleep where they were sitting.

You and Jax were sitting out on your front porch, a blanket wrapped around the two of you, smoking, drinking coffee and watching the stars, your head was resting on his shoulder and your whole body felt a peace, it always did around Jax. You didn’t have to pretend you were better people.

This was one of Jax’s favorite times, just you and him. In fact in his head he pretended that you were together.

One thing that you couldn’t stop thinking about was what he said earlier that night.

“Can I ask you something?” You whispered.

“Darlin’ you know you can ask me anything” Jax whispered kissing your head “what's going on it that pretty head of yours”

“Just what you said earlier” You said softly “about how I have a line as long as the Glastonbury queue of people that want to date me, were you being serious?”

Jax was slightly taken back by the question, he hated how you didn’t believe people were interested in you for more than just a one night stand.

“Look at me” Jax whispered, placing his fingers under your chin, moving your head so you were looking into his eyes. He smiled lovingly at you, his heart was melting at how beautiful you looked in the moonlight, there was something so raw about this moment.

“I was being serious” He whispered running his thumb across your cheek “and I know your next question is going to be how do you know, I know because I am first in fucking line darlin’, I always have been”

The words got caught in your throat at his revelation. It took you a couple of moments to process what he said.

“But why?” You mumbled “I am obviously nothing special”

“Hey, I never want to hear you say you aren’t special again okay” he whispered, linking his hand with yours, brushing his thumb over the top of your head. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel sparks and butterflies right now.

“Okay” you nodded.

“I didn’t want to fall in love, or need someone. I really didn’t want anything especially with the life I live. But then you appeared and I started wanting everything, when I look at you, I see the one I love, the one I need, the one I am meant to be with”

Silent tears were falling down your cheeks, you couldn’t believe that the person you saw as your best friend had been in love with you for so long and you have no idea.

“And if you gave me a chance I would spend every single moment showing you how much I love you” He whispered, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

You didn’t know where the confidence came from, you felt a buzz and not just from the beer. Reaching up you place your hand on the side of Jax’s face, feeling his lean into your touch. You took a deep breath before closing the small gap that was between the two of you, your lips connecting with his. And in that moment everything felt right, nothing else mattered right now and it was like it was just you and Jax.

Your lips moved in sync, the passion and love being spoken in words that you didn’t know how to say. Pulling away you rested your forehead against his, a large smile gracing both of your faces.

“You don’t know how long I have been waiting for this moment Y/N” he whispered “so what do you say? Wanna give us a shot and be my girl?”

“Do you think I would have kissed you if I didn’t want to give us a shot” You giggled before letting a long yawn escape your lips.

“Come on lets get you to bed” He whispered kissing you softly.

You were now laid in bed, wrapped up in Jax’s arms, things still felt like a dream and you just hoped that come morning it wasn’t a dream.

“So are you really scared on learning how to ride?” Jax asked as you ran your fingers across his bare chest.

“Yeah” You whispered feeling slightly embarrassed.

“But you ride with me all the time” He said running his fingers down your arm.

“Yeah I know but I’m not in control of the bike” You said looking up at him.

“Do you want to learn to ride on your own?” He asked.

“Yeah I do” You nodded listening to his heartbeat.

“Well then tomorrow, you and me will go for a ride into the middle of nowhere, so its just us and I will teach you how to ride” He whispered, you could tell by the sound of his voice he was smiling.

“Jax I can’t” You mumbled.

“I won’t let anything happen to you darlin’, I will be right behind you until you feel you are confident enough to ride on your own” He whispered kissing your head “Now beautiful, get some sleep”

“Night Jax” You mumbled letting your eyes flutter close, letting the sound of his heartbeat be the lullaby you needed to drift to sleep.

Jax couldn't help it, he stayed awake a bit longer to watch the angel, his angel sleeping peacefully on his chest, he didn’t think this day would come, the day that he could finally call you his girl but here he was, on cloud nine and he only had Juice to thank for wanting to play a silly game.

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saltytyrus · 4 years

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🌺💘🌷 Get to know your mutuals! When you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know! They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. When you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!🌷💘🌺

!!! I'm sorry!! I always fail and forget to get around to answering these 😭 (does that count as fact #1? 😂)

Anywayssss, thank you!! 💗

1. I'm left handed

2. I'm terrified of any and every insect, no matter how pretty they are...if I see a lightning bug or a butterfly—im running for the hills screaming.

I'm pretty sure it's because of this SpongeBob episode:

so yeahhh, this is literally me now everytime:

a continuation of my bug fears:

Idk how long it was there for but I realized in the car once that a ladybug was on my sleeve and proceeded to scream while my mom picked it off. (I 99.9% overreact in these situations 😂) it happened with a spider too another time; it was on my leg, IN THE CAR, andd it wasn't a fun time. my mom and I are both terrified of spiders, her more so, so she was freaking out all while trying to get it off of me. It was honestly instant karma though, I had been laughing at her for freaking out—literally seconds before—over a spider and webs being on her side mirror or something

so spiders, silverfish and centipedes are my mortal enemies. roly polies freak me out. I even refuse to touch ants. and flies are the worst!! when they disappear and then randomly buzz in my ear, I want to crawl out of my skin and I scream...yet again, just super jumpy and unsettled so I basically won't rest until I kill them if they're in the house

3. I've never been stung by a bee or broken a bone (major knock on wood confession right there,,on top of that it's Friday the 13th 😬😬😬)

4. I love asmr and fall asleep to it every single night (unless I pass out before getting around to turning it on) specifically close ear to ear whispering, tapping, brushing etc

if you're interested in asmr, I recommend PJ Dreams, Gibi Asmr, Heather Feather, FastAsmr, Marno Asmr, Sufficient Whispers, Frivolous Fox, Asmr Bakery, Asmr Zeitgeist, AsmrMagic andddd RaffyTaphy....also just plain music but in 8D audio

(all with headphones ofc! I've gone through countless pairs in the last three years)

5. I can't eat food without condiments. Like with fries I won't eat them plain and only crave them and other foods specifically for the sauces 😂 so either ketchup, mayonnaise, ranch, cheese, sour cream etc...and I won't eat pizza unless there's ranch and hot sauce; same for sandwiches and mayonnaise—sometimes I'll drench the bread in pickle juice.

also, this should've probably put me off of mayonnaise but I once ate two expired jars (obviously not all at once) but it happened...one right after the other 😂 idk how I didn't realize the first time that it was expired, but the second time it was because I blindly trusted the fact that it was okay because it was just bought andddd BIG MISTAKE!! 😂 I got halfway through that jar and was like 'ohhhh, this is...it expired two months ago...' (I didn't get sick though so 👍 it immediately went in the trash regardless)

so now I check every and all expiration dates while shopping, which is good because things are often expired!!!!!!! or closely nearing the expiration date. my mom found it weird until I asked her when her yogurt expires and she replied with 'it's fine, I just bought it' etc...yet she checked anyways to prove me wrong and it turns out she had been eating yogurt that was two weeks expired 😂 (so she definitely bought it expired) AND THEN, again with the mayonnaise,, my mom was going to make potato salad for a party in January andddd there were these massive jars of Miracle Whip and I checked the date to see that several jars were months expired—like one was from June!!

#this is so dramatic and over detailed I AM SORRY 😂#so fact number 6 - i overshare a lottttttt

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dawnowar · 6 years

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Super productive day. I barely go out anymore and im totally OK with this. I mean its not for forever. I’ve got loads of Halloween partying to do and it starts in a few days anyway so its not like I’ve retired and become a cat lady.

My old foot injury came back to haunt me. I did yoga 2 weeks ago without heel pads cause i thought I didnt need them anymore and my foot swelled up really badly. Worse than its been in years. and I’d thrown out my old broken-foot boot so I couldn’t even fall back on that without ordering a new one from Amazon. Thanks to Prime, I had it in 2 days but here i am 2 weeks later still trying to get the swelling to go down.

I’ve been able to do most stuff last two days. Just being cautious and putting lots of heat on it, which in the past was key to healing it. I guess it never fully heals. Duly noted. So i’ve ordered some extra pads for yoga while I’m recovering by watching lots of Netflix and ordering things on my computer.

Today I got my chair in the house. My foot has been too messed up to do that. The day I got the chair it was worst and the girl who came with me has her own health problems and she can’t lift anything so I put it in the garage cause it was easiest at the time. Took a week to be well enough to move it into the house.

The chair .. they lied to me and its obviously not “barely used” like they tried to tell me, but It’s fine cause its the right color and fabric. It’s really comfortable and matches the house perfectly. I had to prop it up on a board cause it tips forward cause i think whoever sat in it was over the weight limit. But propped up its perfect.

I had one of those perfect shopping trips where I hit 3 stores with a list of very specific items and got in/out everywhere with exactly what i needed and nothing I didn’t.

and then i realized I forgot the pizza sauce. and the dishwashing detergent.

But other than that it was perfect.

Watched Coco. Totally made me cry.

Went down some rabbit hole of artwork that ended in me totally changing my upcoming trip to an extra day to stay and look at a museum and do some ice skating and maybe some other stuff too.

Note to self: Go ice skating to see if you can remember how to do that. If not, learn to do that before your trip.

Which means i need to heal my foot.

Which I’m doing right now with a heating pad and Netflix.

I love my life.

Must get pizza sauce and dishwashing liquid tomorrow.

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marksleepy · 7 years

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Jaehyun - Pizza-girl & Dimple-boy

genre: fluff and other stuff idk some college!au thingy majingy word count: 5,527 plot: Yo mama ineffable mark HAHHAHHHAHAHAHAH (as you know personally I love reading your fanfics) Im gonna request something. Can you write about a pizza deliverer (a girl) not knowing she is delivering to Jaehyun’s house during his break. okay I believe your creativity from here 💕 Please write more often I will support you forever💖💖 A/N: @jaelyeoh sorry for taking 103473475638324 years ily hope this won’t be a disappointment. the ending is so gross

The smell of dough, tomato sauce, and cheese danced around in the air. You had always thought that the cheese had this stinking smell to it, but not to the point where you would barf. You were sat on the brown stool near the counter in the seemingly empty pizza parlour that your parents owned. It had been a month since you had started helping them out in delivering pizzas. You were on a three-month break from school and had been asked (correction: forced) to do something useful at the shop.

You sighed for the nth time that evening while scrolling through random apps on your phone.

“If you’re that bored, come help me with these pizzas,” Donghyuck groaned, placing pieces of pepperonis on top of the disc-like dough.

Your eyes stayed glued to the screen as you replied nonchalantly, “Shut up and do your job, Donghyuck.”

You swore you could feel him roll his eyes as he went back to what he was doing. Donghyuck was your cousin. Your parents adored him and saw him as an angel. You didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at that. He was nowhere near to being an angel. He was a devil. Always pulling at your hair, stealing your snacks, teasing you endlessly. What sucked was that you couldn’t do anything about it. Your parents would flip if you harmed their precious Donghyuck. You loved him, of course. He just did more mean than nice things to you, so no one should blame you for doing the same to him.

“Y/N, delivery time,” your mum called from the kitchen. She appeared with two boxes of regulars and settled them on the counter. You watched as she scribbled the address down on a post-it before handing it to you. Giving the note a glance, you shoved it in your pocket and balanced the boxes on both your palms. You had the car keys between your lips, ignoring how unhygienic that was.

“Be back soon,” you called out when you were in the car that was parked out front. After fastening your seatbelt, you punched the address into the GPS and off you went. The sun was only just beginning to set, sending a pomegranate-pink glare through your windshield.

“In 300 metres, turn right. Then, your destination will be on the right,” the usual robotic female speaker announced. You were about to make a right turn when your tires hit something and the car thumped, sending you practically flying up from your seat. “Shit!” you shouted as you lost total control of the vehicle. Grabbing the wheel and slamming on the brakes, the car skidded on the road before coming to a stop. You were so glad there were no cars around to witness this.

You pushed the car door open and stepped out, releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You could feel every pound of your heart, and you were shaking. You were lucky to be free from injuries. Thank God you wore your seatbelt. The car was a totally different story though. The front right tire was completely flat.

Well shit.

You popped the trunk and unfortunately, there wasn’t a spare. You remembered taking it out and throwing it in the garage, complaining that you didn’t have enough space for groceries (and shopping bags, but no one had to know that).

You almost forgot you were here to deliver pizzas. Rushing to the backseats, you grabbed the boxes and basically ran to the large brown and white house. You double-checked the address, obviously.

You rang the doorbell twice, still panting from the unexpected workout. You lifted your black and red cap, smoothing down your hair before putting it back on your head, attempting to look less dishevelled. You heard a, “Coming!”, and a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a tall blonde male dressed in sweats. Murmurs from the television could be heard from inside, and you saw a glimpse of three other people in the house. This boy standing in front of you, however, looked insanely familiar. And good-looking. You must’ve been staring for too long because he said, “Excuse me?”

You face grew red with embarrassment. “Oh, uh, sorry. Here you go.”

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he suddenly spoke, his eyes scanning you like a radar. You knew it! But you just shrugged.

He looked down at the ground before looking back at you again, his eyes all lit up. “I’ve seen you on campus!”

You mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. Was he called Jaeyung? Or was it Jaehyung? Before you could ask, a voice coming from inside interrupted you. “Dude, what’s taking you so long?”

This Jaehyung guy—you assumed—turned his head a little and shouted, “Give me a second.”

“Anyway, $23 please,” you stated. He dug around his pocket and handed you the exact. “See you around,” he smiled a little. You nodded and walked down the steps, only to realise your car tyre was still flat. You felt your jeans pockets for your phone to call your parents—or Donghyuck, only to become aware of the fact that you had left it back at the pizza parlour. Of course you did. The moment when you needed that device the most. Of course it wasn’t with you. You sighed in frustration.

“Are you OK?” the same guy from just now asked. What was he still doing out here? You turned to look at him, face burning from embarrassment the second time since you saw him. He was no longer holding onto the pizza boxes. “Um, it’s no big deal. I just need a phone to call my parents,”—you paused and took a deep breath from talking too fast—“I have a, uh, flat tyre.”

He looked at you in a silly way. “You can use mine.”

You accepted his phone gratefully. The screen lit up and you saw a photo of a girl beaming at the camera. He had his arms wrapped around her. Woah. Of course he had a girlfriend. You’d got to stop it with all the of courses. You excused yourself and started to dial, and someone picked up three rings later.

“What,” Donghyuck said.

“Brat, try sounding a little more friendly,” you frowned.

“Speak for yourself,” he spat. “And what do you want?”

“Why are you answering Dad’s phone? Tell him I have a flat tyre and ask him to come ASAP.”

“OK,” he said, ignoring your first question. “Whose phone are you calling from? You left yours on the counter.”

“Someone. Now hurry up.” You were about to hang up when you remembered. “Oh, and the spare is in the garage.” You heard an audible sigh from the other end of the line as you read out the address to him.

Walking back to Jae-something, you thanked him for lending you his phone. “It’s not a problem. Do you want me to wait out here with you?” he offered.

You shook your head and held up both your hands, palms facing him. “It’s fine. Go hang out with your friends.”

He looked at you hesitantly. “Alright,” he said before disappearing behind the door.

You walked back to your car and sat on the curb near it. Resting your chin on your knees, you watched as a car or two race by you, entirely oblivious to the situation you were in. It wasn’t like you wanted them to notice you, anyway.

The sun had completely sunk by the time your dad—and someone else—arrived. The truck was pulled over behind your car, and your dad stepped out from his seat next to the driver, looking a little more tired than usual. You realised soon that that someone was your uncle, who had so conveniently stopped by the pizza parlour to have dinner.

“You OK, kid?” your dad asked, popping the trunk and lifting out a car tyre. Your uncle gave you a small smile and you waved at him. You rushed over to help your dad, but it looked like he didn’t need any. So you just stood awkwardly beside him, giving him a bashful smile. “Yeah. My car isn’t though.” The slightest whiff of smoke made you turn your head towards the direction of where your uncle was standing. He had a cigarette pinched between his thumb and index finger, his other hand shoved in the pocket of his trousers. You fixed your gaze on your dad again.

“I’ll get this fixed in a jiffy. Why not you get Uncle to drive you back and help Mum out in cleaning the kitchen?”

“Alright.” You climbed into the truck and turned the knob to find a different radio station. The seats were so worn out it looked as if rats nibbled through them. Your uncle climbed in the driver’s seat after discarding his cigarette butt. Although this truck was old, he treasured it and refused to get a new one. Listening to the DJ talk about some of the latest tunes, both of you were soon on the way back to the pizza parlour.

Nothing particular happened during the next few days. You waited for your parents and Donghyuck to finish up the orders before leaving to deliver them to people’s front doors and taking money for those orders. There were plenty of pizzas to deliver today. You drove to a few houses, relieved that your tyres did not screw themselves up. As you arrived at the last address on the list, you got out of your car. Pizza boxes in hand, you climbed up the gentle steps leading to the same brown and white house from that day. The sky was a subtle hint of purple, notifying the coming sunset.

You rang the doorbell twice and waited. The same shoes from your previous visit were left messily thrown about the doorstep. The door opened a little while later, and you saw the same guy from the time you brought pizza here. Well duh. He clearly lived here.

“Hello again,” Jae-something grinned. Dimple-boy, you decided. You were going to call him that until the moment you knew his name. The night was getting dark and the air brought a new chill to it. You smiled back. You thought he was just going to take his pizzas, pay, and leave. But he had other plans.

“How long have you been working?“ he asked. You tugged at your red sleeve uncomfortably. He had guests over. You should probably reply quickly and leave.

“Since the break. I’m just helping my parents out.”

Dimple-boy looked at you in surprise. “Your parents made these? They are amazing.”

You laughed, abashed. “On behalf of them, thank you.”

He shook his head and smiled, revealing his adorable dimples. He pushed the money into your hands, telling you to keep the change. He stepped back and was about to push the door close when he remembered something.

“Oh, by the way, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“I’m Jaehyun. I’ll see you around?”

You nodded and you face quirked into a grin after you turned around and walked towards your car.

So that was his name.

The three-month break was over—fast. You trudged to the entrance of the school, arms loaded with completed (and incomplete) assignments. You waited on the corner where you and your friend usually met before classes, only to receive a text from her minutes later telling you she fell sick after coming back from Japan. You ended up walking to class alone.

After three and a half boring hours of lectures came lunchtime. You tried looking for your other friends you usually had lunch with but remembered they had competitions and activities they were busy with. You considered skipping lunch. Your stomach growled in refusal.

Joining the queue, you squinted at the menu in front of you and contemplated what to have. Kimchi stew looked great.

You found an empty table in the crowded canteen and sat down. Students sauntered past you, chatting with one another, laughing at something, but everything became volume zero when someone placed his metal tray of food on the table and claimed the space on the plastic seat in front of you.

“Jaehyun?” you blurted. Your hand immediately stopped stirring the stew.

“Hi Y/N,” Jaehyun greeted you, giving you a boyish grin.

You looked around and spotted a few of the guys he always hung out with. They were a few tables away, so it was impossible that he had sat down at the wrong table.

You pointed in that direction discreetly and asked, “Aren’t you supposed to sit there with them?”

“I don’t have to,” he said, shoving a huge spoonful of rice into his mouth.

You munched on some kimchi as quietly as you could. “Why are you sitting here?”

Jaehyun stared at his bowl of soup. “To keep you company.” His ears were two shades away from a tomato.

You resisted the urge to grin now that he was looking into your eyes. “I enjoy my own company.”

He leaned back, clutching his chest. “Ouch.”

You let out a laugh. “Anyways, it’s OK. Really.” You turned to look at his friends. “You should go back. People might misunderstand.”

“A guy and a girl can have lunch together as friends.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but heard a recognisable voice. Donghyuck appeared at your table with a sandwich. You wished the ground would just open up and swallow you up right then.

“You know Jaehyun?” he asked a little too loudly for your liking.

You side glanced Donghyuck. “You know him?”

“Uh, yeah,” he replied, unwrapping his sandwich and taking a huge bite. “He’s my senior in basketball.”

“I feel so old,” Jaehyun commented.

Donghyuck was staring into your soul. “Are you two dating?”

You choked on your kimchi stew. “What the hell? I just delivered pizzas to him twice.” You wiped your lips with the back of your hand and then on Donghyuck’s sleeve. “Dude! This is going to stain,” he complained.

Jaehyun was watching the two of you. “You guys seem close.”

You and Donghyuck looked at him. “He’s my cousin.”

You returned back to drinking your soup as Donghyuck stood up. “I’m gonna go sit with my friends. Bye, Jaehyun.”

“Bye!” you yelled after him. He looked back and sniggered. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Sorry about what he said earlier,” you said quietly. A flush of heat crept across your face.

“What did he say?” Jaehyun asked, the corners of his lips lifting.

You recalled seeing that wallpaper of him and a girl on his phone. “About us dating. You have a girlfriend, right?”

His smile disappeared as soon as it came. “Er, yeah.”

Both of you spent the remaining lunchtime eating in silence, and you only bid him farewell quietly when your class was about to start.

The week had finally ended. You ambled down the pavement on a Friday evening, happy to be out of school. Surprisingly, you only had reading assignments to work on over the weekends. Humming as you walked, you soon reached your parents’ pizza parlour. As you settled your backpack on the white plastic chair next to you, you wound your earpiece into a circle and shoved it into the front pocket of your bag. You collapsed on the chair, thankful to be in an air-conditioned place. Not many people visited to have the pizza right on the spot. This place was pretty small after all. Four round tables, two chairs for two tables, four for the remaining.

“Mum, Dad, it’s me,” you called out.

“How was school?” your mum shouted from the kitchen. “Dad’s out to deliver pizzas.”

“Great.”

At the sound of the little bell hung at the top of the wall near the door, you glanced up from your phone as two people walked in.

Jaehyun focused his attention on his phone, his friend beside him looking around with little interest until he noticed you. He proceeded to jab Jaehyun with his finger.

“What?” he grunted. His eyes seemed to light up when he saw you. “Oh, hey Y/N. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly. “Well, my parents do own this place.”

Your mum appeared at the door leading to the kitchen. “Hello,” she said with glee. “Having anything in particular?”

“One large pepperoni and three sodas, please,” Jaehyun answered.

You pulled your books out, attempting to look busy. Jaehyun started chatting with his friend and you eventually got to know his name.

Your mum came out with the orders and placed them on the round table beside yours. Jaehyun placed one can of soda on your table and went back to talking to Doyoung. You mumbled a “thanks” as your ears stole back to the conversation beside you.

The small bell near the door jingled once more. Three pairs of eyes were fixed in that direction.

“Hi Aunt!” Donghyuck literally screamed. “Oh, and you guys.”

“Donghyuckie!” your mum squealed from the kitchen. “Thanks for visiting. You’re such a dear.”

You eyeballed Donghyuck. “You should get my mum to adopt you.”

“Aw, but I don’t want you as my sister.”

You would’ve punched him right there and then, but Jaehyun was there, and there was no way you were going to be violent. Donghyuck sat his sweaty self down beside Jaehyun and stole one slice of pizza.

After several minutes of listening to chewing and sipping, Jaehyun said, “Y/N, wanna come watch the basketball game next Friday? I’m playing.”

You looked at him as if he grew another head. “Oh, sure. I have nothing on that day. I think.”

Donghyuck scoffed. “And you never agreed when I asked.”

You felt the heat on your face. “I went once.”

“Yeah, that was because I told you there was going to be free food.”

You face grew hotter. “Shut up, Donghyuck!”

He glanced at Jaehyun then back at you, smirking. Don’t you dare, you mouthed. Donghyuck sighed dramatically. You looked at Jaehyun, expecting to see a scowl on his face because you were clearly only interested in food. But he was laughing silently, hand covering his mouth shyly like he wasn’t supposed. Just looking at him, you wouldn’t be stunned to find butterflies fluttering about and petals falling around him.

Stop it. He had a girlfriend.

You wished he didn’t, though.

It was another cool Wednesday night. You were on your way to Jaehyun’s house. No, not to hang out. You wished. Your hands felt toasty from the warm pizza boxes. You were a few metres away from his doorstep when a girl barged her way out of his house. Her tears glistened under the street lamps. As she opened the car door, she wiped them off her face, swearing like a trooper. You watched as the car got smaller and smaller in the distance until it completely disappeared.

Ding-dong!

The door creaked open. “Y/N,” Jaehyun said. He wasn’t smiling tonight.

You didn’t expect you would be delivering pizzas to him tonight. You were just studying at the round table back at the pizza shop when you overheard your mum mumbling the address you almost knew by heart as she wrote it down. All you wanted was to see Jaehyun. You didn’t want to know why.

His eyes searched the floor like he was looking for a coin. They were soon glazed with a glossy layer of tears. Brows furrowed, he looked so lost.

“She…” he choked back on tears. “She cheated on me.”

Your heart sank and you felt tiny knots forming in your stomach. You drew a deep breath and grabbed his hand, leading him to his couch. Placing the pizza boxes down on his coffee table, you let him cry. He wept silently, shoulders shaking violently. Do you hug him? Perhaps pat him on the back? You thought no more because he grabbed your arms and pulled you closer, crying into your neck. You wrapped your shaky arms around him, patting his back softly. His sorrow was like an infectious disease.

His cries died down after a while. He fumbled with the piece of tissue you had offered. “Sorry you had to see me in this state,” he croaked.

You shook your head. “It’s totally fine.” You gave him a tiny smile, and there was an indistinct trace of a smile on his lips. “I’m sorry. For what happened,” you stuttered.

“At least I’m no longer with a cheater,” he said bitterly. “I don’t even know why she was crying. To make me feel bad? To make me believe that it was all an accident? That it was merely a mistake? The relationship wasn’t working out anyway.”

He looked as if he was about to cry again. So you rubbed soothing circles on his back, calming him down. There was a moment of silence until he stood up, eyes puffy and red from crying. “You’re the first person to see me like this, actually.”

“I feel honoured,” you said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

He grinned that dimpled grin. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Sleep early, alright?”

He nodded, walking you to the door. He stood at the entrance and watched as you climbed into the car, waving until you could no longer see him.

It was Friday—the day of the basketball game. You told yourself you were only going because you felt guilty for turning Donghyuck down countless of times, but you knew that wasn’t the real reason.

You spent the whole day fidgeting in your seat, wishing time would pass faster. Your friends even shot you curious looks, wondering why you were so squirmish. You could only manage a sheepish smile.

After what felt like years, lectures were over. You threw on a simple jersey, shorts and a basic pair of white sneakers you had brought from home in the changing rooms. The game was starting in five minutes, but you took your time, not wanting to show up too early. After fixing your hair in the mirror, you finally stepped out of the stuffy changing rooms, a sudden gust of wind messing up your hair. You groaned and headed to the hall. Who were you even trying to impress?

You searched the crowd for someone—anyone, in fact. You saw Doyoung sitting at the fifth row, sipping on some juice and munching on popcorn. You ran up the steps and plumped down next to him.

“Oh, hey. Y/N,” he said between bites. He tilted the tub of popcorn at you and you gladly took some, throwing them in your mouth. “Thanks.”

The two of you observed the crowd. Laughter filled the hall. “Here to support Jaehyun?” Doyoung asked, mixing the popcorn around for the dark yellow ones.

You stared at his soft blonde hair. “Uh, no. I’m here for Donghyuck.”

He stopped playing with his popcorn and gazed at you, one brow raised. “It’s only seniors today.”

You felt your insides churn. “I knew that.”

He smirked knowingly before returning to his search for over-caramelised popcorn.

Donghyuck slumped down next to you, making you the main ingredient of this boy-sandwich. He reached over to grab Doyoung’s drink and took a sip.

“Ahh… This is heaven,” he sighed.

“You’re welcome?” Doyoung hissed, snatching his drink back. Donghyuck pouted as a referee blew his whistle.

You watched as a couple of basketballers jogged out from behind a curtain, waiting for a particular person. There he was. His biceps. You blinked a few times and focused on other basketballers. However, you’d always find yourself staring back at him. He scanned the crowd and a smile spread across his face when he saw you. Or maybe you were delusional. You gave him a small wave and felt a warm glow of satisfaction when he waved back. You wished you’d went back to fix your hair.

Jaehyun ran around the basketball court, catching the ball, dribbling, and passing it on to his teammates. The game was so fast paced, and you clenched your fist as you darted a glance at Jaehyun. Suddenly, the referee blew his whistle. One of the team members from the other team committed a foul! You rejoiced silently and watched as Jaehyun represented his team for the free throws. The hall grew quiet, some shushing others. He raised the ball above his head, shot, and… Scored! The crowd cheered madly and you grabbed Donghyuck, shaking him.

“Ow!” he whined. “Loosen your grip!”

The crowd went silent again as Jaehyun dribbled the ball on the spot. Everyone was tense as they waited. You held your breath as he raised the ball again. Score! People around you stood up wildly excited. Doyoung spilled a little of his popcorn but he seemed unaware.

“Awesome,” he yelled, although no one sitting in the first row of the bleachers could hear him, let alone the players on the court.

The game continued on for 30 more minutes. The fact that Jaehyun was still on the losing team caused you to be on edge. The clock flashed 30 in red. The team only had 30 seconds to score a goal to win.

26… 25…

One teammate threw the ball to Jaehyun and he ran while dribbling, before throwing it to another team member. However, the opposing team got hold of the ball. You watched in horror as the ball was passed to the other end. The opposing team’s shooter got ready to shoot, but missed!

15… 14…

The ball was now passed on to Jaehyun’s teammate, then to another, then to Jaehyun himself.

10… 9…

Jaehyun jumped and threw the ball. It rolled on the edge of the basket and you heard Donghyuck let out a piercing shriek.

4… 3…

Please go in. Please go in.

Score!

You shot up from your seat, cheering hysterically. Everyone around you was clapping and shouting. You watched as the other team shook hands with Jaehyun’s team. He suddenly looked to the direction of the bleachers, beaming at you as he waved. You and the boys to your left and right gave him thumbs ups. The whistle was blown and people started leaving. You lightly pushed Donghyuck towards the exit and walked out behind, with Doyoung following close.

The three of you waited outside the school, observing those leaving the place. After some time, Jaehyun strolled out with his teammates, laughing and high-fiving one another. He waved goodbye to them and walked towards you, towel drying his sweaty hair.

“You were on fire, Jaehyun!” Donghyuck began, grasping his hand. “I’m gonna train hard from now on.”

Jaehyun flicked his forehead. “You should’ve been training hard since you joined.”

Doyoung threw one arm around Jaehyun’s shoulder. “But really, that was impressive,” he said.

You saw Doyoung and Donghyuck sharing a glance before looking at you. “Y/N, don’t you have anything to say?” Donghyuck asked, smirking.

Your cheeks burned hot as you stared at your sneakers. “Um, you were good.”

Donghyuck punched you on the shoulder. “Just good?”

This brat.

“You seemed way too excited for something described to be just good,” Doyoung added. You made a mental note to never help Doyoung or Donghyuck, ever.

Jaehyun, noticeably feeling uneasy, muttered, “Guys stop it. You’re making her feel uncomfortable.”

Those two devils threw their arms over each other’s shoulders, walking off shouting, “No fun!” Doyoung was at least four years older than Donghyuck, but they were acting like those best friends you see in kindergarten. You shook your head, sighing softly. Jaehyun smiled at you apologetically and asked if you wanted to have dinner together. You gladly agreed to.

All competitions were over. Students visited the library more often. You’d tried looking for an empty table in there, but to no avail. You spotted Jaehyun (more like he spotted you first) in the hallway a few days after the game. You stopped to chat, both complaining about the amount of assignments given.

“So…” he started. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“Nothing much, I guess,” you replied. You wished you were less boring. It was times like this you wished you were those who would be like “Oh, I’m going to this party at XXX’s place” or “I’m going for a fancy dinner”.

Jaehyun didn’t seem to be bothered. “I heard about this café that opened recently and they serve good coffee and cakes. Do you wanna go with me this Saturday?”

“Oh, OK,” you said. Way to go with that apathetic answer, Y/N.

So you gave him your phone number.

“Shoot, gotta dash,” he said. You looked at the time on your phone screen and rushed off to your next lecture, thinking of Jaehyun the whole time.

(Unknown number) hey :) it’s jaehyun [8:46 PM]

You hi :) hold on let me save your number [8:50 PM]

Jaehyun did you put a smiley beside my name like i did to yours? [8:51 PM]

You hold on… [8:51 PM] done [8:51 PM]

Jaehyun 😊 yay :) how were classes today? [8:52 PM]

You ok i guess. [8:52 PM] had a surprise test today :( [8:52 PM]

Jaehyun 😊 man those suck. i have this 30-page report due next month [8:53 PM] im only on page 8 [8:53 PM]

You well good luck [8:53 PM] you’re gonna need lots of it [8:54 PM] 😛 [8:54 PM]

Jaehyun 😊 thanks 🙃 [8:55 PM] anyways is 12pm at the entrance of school ok? the café’s near school [8:56 PM]

You sounds great! [8:57 PM]

Jaehyun 😊 :( [8:57 PM] :)* oops [8:57 PM] im going to go type my report if i want to submit it on time [8:57 PM] see you soon! sleep early [8:58 PM]

You see you! [8:59 PM]

You may or may not had spent two hours picking out the perfect outfit for this ‘date’. Was it a date? You wanted to spend Friday night choosing your outfit so you had more time. Plus, you could ask your friends if the outfit you had chosen was too wild or too plain. But no, you spent Friday night freaking out and Saturday morning panicking. You eventually wore this pastel pink knee-length skirt paired with a white top with sleeves that reached your elbows. You wiggled your toes in your white sandals as you waited for Jaehyun. It was only 11:50 a.m. Jaehyun ultimately came running towards you.

“Did you wait long? I’m sorry,” he apologised.

“It’s OK. I just reached, actually,” you assured him. You took a good look at what he was wearing. A large baby pink sweater with a pair of casual grey trousers. Adorable, you must admit.

“Let’s go,” he said eagerly, grabbing your hand. You tensed up immediately. Your face was definitely on fire.

He finally let go of your hand once the two of you entered the café. After placing your orders, the pair of you found a table leaning against the glass window. You looked fixedly at the table, inhaling the inviting smell of freshly-made coffee. You couldn’t think straight, and you came to realise you had been chewing on the insides of your cheeks when you tasted blood. Later, the cakes and coffees were placed on the table. Your cake looked so aesthetically pleasing, it calmed you down a bit.

“I actually have something to tell you today,” Jaehyun suddenly spoke as he cut his slice of cake with a fork.

You fixed your gaze on him. “Is it bad?”

“Not really,” he said. “It depends on how you see it.”

“Tell me.”

He traced the patterns on his coffee mug. “Um… So you know I broke up with my ex a while ago. Or she broke up with me. Never mind, that’s not the main point.”

You nodded and urged him to continue.

“I feel like she wasn’t the only “bad” person in the relationship,” he went on, using his fingers to do the inverted commas when he said ‘bad’.

You tilted your head slightly to the left. “What do you mean?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, ears a tint of pink. “What I’m saying is… I was interested in you when I was still in a relationship.”

He took your silence as a signal to go on. “I was just drawn to you. I felt like I needed to see you every day.”

You felt your cheeks warming up and your throat getting tight. “Me too.”

He failed to hide the shock on his face. “You feel the same way? I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I don’t express stuff well,” you admitted sheepishly.

You rested his hand atop yours, squeezing it gently. “You stole a pizza my heart, Pizza-girl.”

You smiled despite how cheesy (no pun intended) that was. “You too, Dimple-boy.”

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