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bivwifeybunny · 1 year

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ik it’s not southern sat but I’ve had 3 different men make me uncomfortable in the span of a week thru unwanted compliments and lots of up and down stares so i just need to read abt southern sap comforting the reader bc southern sap is the only man i am taking compliments from at this time pls and thank you have a nice day <3

- r.

Pairing(s): Southern!Sapnap x reader

Warning(s): Harassment, drunk idiot gets punched, nothin else just really cute fluff

A/N: I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD!! Aka back to hopefully posting some more after college absolutely destroyed me last semester lol. As a treat have this Southern!Sapnap fic I wrote in like 3 hours. Guess what time it is for me rn? 5:00 am babyyy 😎 so lookin forward to waking up in a 2 hours 🙃 anyways one last thing, when I wrote this I envisioned Sap as a football player but it's not specific so you can imagine any sport you'd like. Oh wait, last last thing, ik it's not cold in Texas but shush it just fits the plot and i'm too tired to fix it. Hope ya enjoy! (ps, i'm so sorry this took me so long, r hope you enjoy it even if it's like... 3 months late.. my bad.)

You were excited. Rightfully so. You were back in Texas, visiting Sapnap for summer break. College had been kicking your ass, so to say being within arms length of your boyfriend was comforting was an understatement.

The two of you were excited to spend the summer together, spending your first few nights together laying in bed, planning everything you’d do.

One of your plans was to attend more parties. Sapnap’s teammates are known for their raging parties, and in the past you and Sapnap had preferred to do other things, though you did attend on occasion. This summer, however, you wanted to make the most of it and the two of you happened to agree that the best way was through these parties.

Now this was not at all what you pictured.

You were gently bopping to the music that was blaring as you stood outside. You were off to the sidelines, spectating a beer pong match currently going on between Sapnap and his teammate. Nursing the beer in your hands, you began to regret not wearing more layers. Oh well, at least you looked hot as hell even if you were freezing your ass off. Maybe I should keep drinking to warm up. However before you could take another sip, a voice rang through your ears. Way closer than you would’ve liked.

“Hey there, pretty little thing. How’re you doin’ tonight?” The man’s breath fanned over your cheek, causing your nose to wrinkle.

“Fine.” You replied curtly, taking a step away.

“Well I know a few things that could make your night from fine to fantastic.” His eyes raked down your body, either too drunk to take the hint, or blatantly ignoring it.

“Oh yeah? Like what, leaving me alone?” You gave a sarcastic smile, rolling your eyes and folding your arms across your chest.

“Ooh, feisty. I like it,” He smirks, “But as much as I like the attitude, sweetheart, I’d like to fuck it out of you even more.” His hand reaches for your waist, tugging you flush against his body, knocking your drink to the floor in the process.

Your heart rate quickly elevated, eyes darting around looking for Sapnap, quickly locking eyes with your pissed looking boyfriend.

Sapnap slammed down his cup with a laugh and a hiccup, eyes automatically wandering back over to you, eager to see your reaction to how fast he chugged his cup. Instead, he was met by you pressed up against this random guy, looking as uncomfortable as ever, which quickly made his blood boil.

You always liked to think of Sapnap as a bull. He shared lots of characteristics with the animal, not to mention his short, bulky frame. But it was times like these you could really see it. Like as you watched as he pried the drunkard off of you and his fist collided with the guy’s cheek.

The man fell to the floor but quickly staggered back onto his feet, immediately turning to Sapnap. “What the fuck is your problem, man?” He yelled, swaying as he tried to remain upright.

“What’s my problem? You need to learn how to take a fuckin’ hint.” The brunette spat, southern drawl thick from the alcohol, grabbing your hand for comfort. “Even better, learn to take no as an answer. Try to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull next time and leave my girl alone.”

He tugs you away, back inside the bustling house and into one of the unoccupied rooms, away from everyone else. He makes quick work of his jacket, settling it over your shoulders, wanting to warm you up after feeling your cold skin. “Are you okay, darlin’? He didn’t hurt ya, did he? Sorry I didn’t step in sooner, wish I’d noticed earlier-”

His slightly slurred ramblings were cut off by a small kiss. “I’m fine, Sap. A little grossed out, but fine. It didn’t go further than that which is all that matters. You stepped in and prevented that, so thank you.” You smiled reassuringly to which he eagerly returned.

“You’re welcome… was just worried somethin’ had happened.” He murmured, leaning into your touch as your hand came up and cradled his cheek. His hand wrapped around your waist pulling you into a hug and nuzzling his face in your neck. “Can we go home?”

You smiled as you hugged him and ran your fingers through his hair. You knew he wasn’t asking for himself, and the thought of how caring and thoughtful he was even when he was drunk filled you with giddy. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Spend the rest of the night, cuddlin’, yeah?”

“Yeah..” He mumbled in response, nodding his head as he let you lead him back out of the house towards his car. As you were digging in your bag for the keys, two of his teammates came jogging over to you.

“There you guys are. We were looking for you.” The blonde one said, sending you two a smile.

“Yeah, we wanted to see if you were okay and let you know we took care of the guy and sent him on his way with a friend of his who was sober.” The other informed you both, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“What he did wasn’t cool and we hope it doesn’t deter you from coming to another party sometime in the future. We swear they aren’t all like this and we try to handle people like that as soon as we can.” The blonde reassured with a sincere and polite smile.

You smiled in relief at the boys’ kindness. “Thanks, and I’m totally fine. Although I’m lucky Sap here stepped in when he did.” You patted his arm as he chuckled, his arm around you giving you a light squeeze. “And I can promise you we’ll still come to parties in the future.”

The two beamed, high fiving one another.

“Yeah, otherwise how’ll we finish our beer pong match? I was totally kicking your ass.” Sapnap smirked, causing the blonde to scoff.

“Yeah right, that’s why you’re drunk right now?” He retorted, earning a laugh from their other teammate.

“M’not drunk.” Sapnap huffs indignantly, earning a giggle from you as well.

“Alright, we should get going now. See you boys later.” You waved, helping Sapnap into the car before starting the drive home.

As soon as you’re home, you’re making quick work changing into some soft, cozy clothes, aka one of Sapnap’s hoodies and some shorts, and getting Sap to drink some water before getting comfy in your bed together.

He held you closely, sharing your warmth under the blankets as he tucked his head in your chest. “Know you’re gorgeous an’ all but people are dicks. Need to learn boundaries. Especially when it comes to my girl.” He kissed your lips before settling back into his cozy position. “Love you, darlin’, g’night..” He murmurs softly before he begins to snore.

You can’t stop the smile on your face, nor the way your face heats up at his words, though you know you don’t really want to. “Love you too, Sap.. goodnight..” You grin as you nuzzle into his embrace and close your eyes. The things this boy does to me…

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daz4i · 7 months

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T U B R & Z :) for the Ask Question :)

hi hi hi sorry for the late reply, and thank you for the ask!!! ^o^

answered t here!

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

bsd: gonna shock everyone i know..... nikolai :) his vibes are just impeccable. i love his whole view of life and what he does in hopes to achieve his impossible goal. i love that he's crazy cuuhraaaayyzeeee asylum but also is he. keeping us on our toes. and most importantly he is FUN every time he's around you can't help but have a good time even tho he's like, gruesomely murdering someone (i mean for me it's also part of the fun but eh)

fire emblem: ferdinand!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he is just. ough. he is so dear to me. he fills my heart with joy and warmth i can't explain it. he has such a good and lovely arc and despite suffering and losing so much he remains positive through it all and tries his best to help others. and he's also just! very fun! like with nikolai every time he's on screen is just enjoyable, usually p funny, or very touching :')

persona: akechi. he makes me insane. esp in royal he's a very well written and interesting character imo, his motivations are illogical in a logical way (as in. they're illogical but you can perfectly understand why), he is so so tragic. and once again like the last 2, he is just so so fun, esp in third sem where he lets loose and becomes more violent and vulgar and sassy :)

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

tbh i wasn't sold on fyolai at first (which is probably shocking to those who haven't followed me when i first got into bsd lol) but creantzy's art convinced me of it ngl :P also the anthology art bc i mean. yeah

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

dazai and atsushi........ hits me very deep in my soul........... it's so dear to me it means so much to me............ i can't even put it in words bc it simply makes me overflow with too much emotion at once

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

ig when it comes to fandoms. one big pet peeve i have is the amount of negativity ppl have around the source material?

criticism is valid and understandable and no media is free of it, but some people really spend almost all their time in a certain fandom doing nothing but hating it and its creator (biggest example is the bnha fandom is 2017ish. i swear most posts i saw abt it were hate posts from people who were still following the manga religiously)

not to mention the version of this that's like ignoring canon completely and making up new personalities for the characters in an attempt to make them non-problematic and such. pls just make ocs

like at some point i can't help but wonder why they're still reading it?? please move on to different things? if not for your own well being then for other fans bc i don't wanna see your negativity when i'm trying to be excited over smth i like 😭

(also true abt ppl who hate a character/ship and spend more time talking abt how much they hate it than talking abt the ones they do like, or worse, leaving mean comments on posts/fics made by ppl who do like it. yes that includes "problematic" ships or characters. complaining here and there is chill ofc but you gotta move on at some pointtttttt just block the tags or ppl who post a lot of it come on)

but fr it's mostly for you. esp if you're someone who doesn't have a lot of free time, why are you spending so much of it on something you're not even enjoying? i just don't get it 😔 you shouldn't take sunk cost fallacy into account when it comes to your joy i think

#ramble turned into a bit of a rant there sorry asdkjfgh but it's smth that as you can see. has been bothering me for awhile

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linorachas · 1 year

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with the clarity of (nearly) a full night’s rest, I belatedly realized that my suggestion to get you to blink twice if you wanted me to message off of anon was silly 🫣😅 and so I thought I should just message you anyways off anon while the other message is still hopefully intact somewhere in your inbox, so you have the choice of responding however you want.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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request for ceoverse! pls make where the wifey visits him at work ((wherein the employees still dont know how she looks like)) and his secretary kinda looks down at her like “who r u, do u even have an appointment lol” ... i want angry ceo!harry and shook employees PLEASE +++ hes all soft w her in front of them and they are all like HUH 🤨

TEMP OPENING (mini blurb)

Reminder: Harry is not nice! He’s an asshole to everyone but his wife and baby.

Y/N was a bit frazzled. She was suppose to drop off important documents, that her husband had forgotten at home, to Harry’s office an hour and a half ago.

Ivy decided that it’d be best to throw a temper tantrum because she didn’t want to stop playing with her toy kitchen set.

After a half hour of wriggly, angry toddler chaos - Ivy was strapped into her car seat with a furious expression.

Especially because YN didn’t let her bring a toy along because of her behavior. It was her attempting to kick the back of the leather seat until YN firmly asked her to stop.

When she wouldn’t, YN pulled out her last resort card. She didn’t use it much because she didn’t want it to lose luster.

“Did I need to tell Daddy how you’re treating mummy?” YN looks in the rearview mirror at her red-faced daughter.

Ivy looked comical. She’d refused to let her mother comb her wild curls or change her white shirt that was covered in berry stains.

“No!” She shrieks but stops kicking and huffs as she looks out the window to the passing scenery.

The temper of her father, YN swears.

She manages to scurry through the building without many glances. A few people know who she is but not any of the lower level employees.

They don’t recognize Ivy either because she is rarely in the building and if she happens to be they keep her on the secluded top floor where his office is.

YN is rushing, feeing awful about not getting the papers to him sooner. She doesn’t look much better than her baby.

Hair is a messy bun atop her head, a ripped up vintage shirt, and grey biker shorts that have similar berry stains to her daughters.

She is basically dragging her toddler along as she isn’t very willing to use her feet at this very moment. Stopping and staring at everything then grumbling when her mum pulls her away.

Finally she arrives at the office that houses his secretary before the massive doors that lead into his office.

When she pushes through, there are two men sitting on the sofa with briefcases in their laps - obviously waiting for a meeting.

The women behind the desk isn’t the usual grey haired grandmother-like women that she and Ivy love.

Harry’s normal secretary was on a week vacation and there was a younger, raven-haired girl sitting in her usual position.

She looks YN up and down with judgemental eyes before she smirks and says, “Mr. Styles isn’t hiring for the cleaning crew right now.”

It takes moment of confusion to realize that the girl is implying that how she looks - unprofessional and a hot mess means she’s less than.

Even though any job is a good job.

YN is about to comment on how rude the comment is but Ivy bolts to the side of the office to view a large very much alive plant.

She reaches up to curiously pick at the leaves in her child-like wonder but ends up pulling the whole thing over, soil spilling all over the plush white carpeting.

It startled Ivy into tears, rushing back to her mum and begging to be picked up. YN can feel the men and the secretary’s eyes on them.

“Mummy, it’s scary,” Her daughter whines, sniffling and burying her face into her mum’s neck. Hiding.

“You’re okay, it’s fine,” YN soothes, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“It’s really not okay because now I have to clean that up. Maybe you should get that little brat under control.”

It’s perfect timing when Harry’s door opens and he hears the girl call his daughter a brat.

His perfect little baby.

All eyes go to Harry, he demands attention anywhere he goes but this is his territory. He’s fucking furious.

“Hayley, why are you talking to your boss that way?” Harry asks in a calm, taunting tone. He casually rests against the doorframe.

Hayley looks at him confused, “What do you mean? I was just telling this women that her daughter is out of control.”

“First off, that women is your boss just as much as me. Seeing as she has 50% ownership of the company,” He replies cooly, pursing his lips in irritation.

“Second off, I’m not going to tolerate you insulting our daughter. She’s a fuckin’ baby, she’s going to do things kids do,” Harry motions to the plant lying lifelessly on the ground.

YN shoots his a look, no cursing in front of Ivy, and he automatically sends her an apologetic look. Their daughter has popped up and is dimpling at her father.

“Daddy! Missed you!” Ivy chirps happily.

The two men are wide-eyes and quiet, they look at each other once - communicating silently.

“Anything else I need to address, pet?” Harry asks his wife, accepting Ivy when she makes grabby hands at her father.

Harry smiles down at his child, “Hi Vee. Y’missed Daddy? I missed you, my little lovie.”

YN usually would let it alone and not be catty - truly.

Insult her all they want but they do not talk about their daughter like that.

“She said that they’re not hiring janitorial staff. I guess my appearance gave off that kind of signal,” YN smirks, even though the rock on her finger should have given it away.

“Hmm, isn’t that interesting?” Harry hums, mocking that he’s thinking hard.

It’s amazing how he can still be intimidating with a little clone of himself in his arms - who’s currently wrapping her fingers in his cross necklace.

“Wha-what?” The confused, nervous girl answers as she realizes the pit she dug herself into.

“It’s interesting because we may not have a janitorial position available but we have a new opening for a temp secretary,” Harry smiles widely with no empathy for the girl.

Then he’s turning to the other men, “D’you two have anything t’say? I’m always willin’ to open your positions too.”

They shake their heads in unison and don’t open their mouths at all. They actually look at their feet.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Hayley spits at him, standing up and throwing her purse over her shoulder.

“You better hurry. The unemployment office closes at two,” Her husband tells the girl before ignoring her mutters to kiss his daughter’s cheek.

YN steps over, murmuring “She has been a brat all day but she’s our brat.”

“Eh, her mummy is a brat half the time too,” Harry replies, lowly so the men can’t hear.

He can’t help but reach his hand around and squeeze quickly at her bum.

“H,” YN squeaks, smacking him playfully, “Here’s those papers. I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“Never be sorry, s’okay. These guys have been sitting there for the last two hours waitin’ on them to start the meeting. They’re fine.”

YN flushes, avoiding the men’s gazes, and hands them to her husband, “You really are an awful boss.”

“I know, s’fun,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips before kissing Ivy’s nose to hear her giggle.

After meeting, the men will discuss - one: how hot his wife is and two: how Harry was whipped for her and his baby.

Enjoy 😊

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mymedicine · 4 years

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Love and Other Drugs

or, 5k of new bf harry

moodboard/inspo tag + my masterlist

sum - yacht parties are cool and all, but harry really just wants to spend more time with his girl

warnings - alcohol (have I even written a fic where both mc’s are sober the whole time yet lmao), light sexy stuff (lil bit of ch*king k*nk if you squint), swearing probably, harry being a little shit, fluff to the maxxxxx

notes - good lord, this fic has been the absolute death of me. I stg, murphy’s law is real. anyways, the driving home scene is completely inspired by real life events that once made me swoon, but now I am lonely and so so tired so pls be nice to me thx much love <3

“Hold still!”

Harry whined and craned his neck away from his girlfriend’s hand, but he wasn’t able to go far with his back flush against the car door. “No baby, we’re already late!”

“But you’ve got jam on you!” Y/N cried. She reached her fingers up to rub the reddish marks off of his face, but, once again, he turned his head away like a stubborn child. “And we wouldn’t have been late if you hadn’t spent two hours combing your hair.”

“S not jam, it’s lipstick,” He insisted, deliberately ignoring her second (valid) point.

“Whatever. It’s on your cheek.”

Y/N made one final attempt to clean him up, but this time, he managed to escape the circle of her arms. He ran backwards toward the dock, taunting her playfully as he went, “Come on, baby!”

“Harry!” Given no other choice, she frantically pushed the lock button on the car key and chased after her child—er, boyfriend. She winced as her high heels hit the asphalt, feet aching against the gold sandals already. He’d slowed down a little to give her a break, but she was still panting as she yelled, “You can’t go to a fancy yacht party with lipstick on your face!”

He finally stopped running—thank God, because they were right in front of the ship and the last thing Y/N needed was to embarrass herself (or rather, be embarrassed by her man-child boyfriend) within sight of all the famous people that would surely be onboard already.

“But I like it.” He pouted as she reached him, entwining his fingers with hers before she could use them to try to scrub his face again.

Before she could reply, a familiar Irish accent boomed over the loud purring of the boat’s engine, “Harry! Y/N!”

Y/N really hoped someone was keeping an eye on Niall tonight. It was barely dusk and he already looked a little too buzzed to be leaning over the railing on the top deck. She craned her neck up to look at him, giggling to herself at the flush in his cheeks and the blonde mess on top of his head.

“Welcome abooaaard!” He waved far more aggressively than was necessary.

“Happy birthday, Niall!” Y/N yelled back at him, blocking the bright sun with one hand—a hand she discreetly wrestled out of Harry’s.

Harry, too, looked upward and was squinting into the sky. The sun was just beginning its descent into the horizon, and soon the evening would be hanging behind the silvery moon. In the mean time, the sky was bright and painted with delicate strokes of soft pink and peachy orange.

While Harry waved back at his friend, Y/N took advantage of the distraction—and his exposed cheek.

Without warning, she hurled her hand up to his face and swiped at the pink mark as hard as she could.

“Hey!” Harry whipped his head back to her, mock hurt written all over his face.

Y/N flashed him a cheeky, victorious smile. “Got it!”

September in south Florida was as hot and humid as summer anywhere else. Even out at sea, with the cool ocean wind surging throughout the top deck of the yacht, it was plenty warm enough for the guests to enjoy the outdoors.

“H, can you hold my phone and keys in your pocket?”

Harry was standing awkwardly near the railing of the boat, fiddling absently with the plume of lace and chiffon on his black top. He still had a faint reddish mark on his cheek (she wasn’t sure if it was leftover lipstick or just irritated from her rubbing at it) that Y/N, despite the turmoil that had ensued over it, found very endearing. She always thought he was handsome. She had since the first day they met four months earlier. But tonight, he was positively glowing. He shined in the fabulous black number, his skin further brightened by the setting sun and the utter joy coursing through him (the entire flute of champagne he’d already downed certainly didn’t hurt, either).

He took the phone and keys from her while she admired him, happy to help her but not without a smart remark: “You should’ve worn the dress with the pockets, love,” he chastised her playfully, a smirk dressing his berry lips.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “You said you liked the pink on me!”

Choosing her dress for the night had been an ordeal that rivaled even Harry’s complicated hair routine. She’d originally chosen a black long sleeved one with pockets that was comfortable and appropriate and matched Harry’s own all-black ensemble (which he’d had picked out for weeks). Her boyfriend rejected the black dress, pointing out that she’d be hot it in because “It’s practically summer in Miami, love.” Instead, he chose a silky pink number, midi-length and tight in all the right places with a tastefully low cowl neckline. She’d dressed it up with a few gold bracelets and a single pearl earring in her left ear that, to her satisfaction, matched Harry’s. And yeah—it didn’t have pockets, but Harry liked it and it made her feel sexy and that’s all that mattered.

Harry hummed with a tight lipped grin. “Yeah, you’re right,” His tone was innocent, almost regretful as he looked her up and down. The pink sunset behind her was highlighting her figure just right, wind rushing through her hair, exposed skin supple and tempting. Harry was mesmerized by her.

His hands moved on their own accord to gently hold her by the waist. “Your ass looks really cute in the silk…I reckon the color makes your skin glow a bit, too. And matches your makeup, and looks nice with my earring…” He continued spewing some breathy compliments at her, even after she sort of stopped listening when a waiter holding a tray of delectable looking hors d'oeuvres caught her attention.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course, honey,” she replied (mostly) honestly. He was always a mushy little sap for her, but she truly did love the way he appreciated the little things she put effort into. “Thank you for noticing those little details.”

“You’re welcome. Know ya don’ just do it f’me though,” His ring clad fingers drummed against her waist, the metal cold through the thin silky material she wore. “Love that about you.”

Y/N cracked a smile in spite of the nervous shiver washing over her at his words. She couldn’t help but notice it was already the second time he’d said that word since they’d embarked. He was treading dangerously close to the vast, uncharted l-word territory. He’s a little buzzed, she reasoned with herself, despite also knowing it was silly because he’d only had a single champagne. But then again, he was a lightweight—and judging by the way he suddenly dropped her waist to chase down a passing waitress for two more glasses, he wouldn’t be slowing down any time soon. If he told her while he was drunk, would it really count?

He returned to her side, keeping one flute for himself and presenting the other to her. “Thank you, honey,” she said, grasping the stem of it (even though she still had a half full one resting precariously on the railing behind her). It was a fitting nickname for him, she thought. She hadn’t really meant for that to become her little pet name for him, but he loved it just as much as she did. “You’re sweet.”

“You’re sweeter,” her boyfriend hummed happily, “even when you’re checking out that waiter…”

“No! I wasn’t!”

“You kinda were,” He smiled cheekily at her.

“Was not.”

“’S alright, baby. He’s handsome. You’re allowed to have a little look.” But the way he held her protectively by the hip betrayed his words.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” If that wasn’t a hint, she didn’t know what was. “I’m just hungry. He was holding bacon wrapped shrimp, I think.”

“Mmm, me too,” Harry replied, the interaction already forgotten in favor of a savory snack. He tugged on her hand so they could follow that waiter, grumbling as they padded around the crowded deck. “Niall’s a fuckin ass for not serving dinner at an evening party.”

“Oh give him a break! It’s his birthday.” she let him pull her toward the middle where more people were gathered around the bar and admiring the decor—

“Is that an ice scultpure?”

Harry was right. It was a giant clear sculpture of a guitar made entirely out of ice. People were around it, admiring the intricacies and mingling and sipping on expensive looking drinks.

“How long you bet til it melts?”

“Not before Niall accidentally knocks it over,” Y/N laughed and gestured toward the man of the hour, who indeed was stumbling over his feet while trying to maintain a conversation with a group of several strikingly beautiful looking people—models? Probably.

It was obvious that Niall hadn’t planned this for himself. The whole thing was far too elegant and classy. His drunken ramblings were entertaining, sure, but he stood out amidst the black tie formals and live R&B music floating around the large deck of the luxurious vehicle.

Harry chased down the waiter and grabbed shrimp skewers for them both while Y/N continued quietly giggling at Niall’s antics.

Minutes drifted into hours as alcohol, shrimp skewers, and joyful conversation flowed liberally about the deck. Y/N had separated herself from Harry—much to his drunken dismay—to go and mingle with some of the “famous people.” She did it all on her own, confidently striding over and striking up a conversation with anyone worthy of her attention.

“Long time no see, mate.” Mitch’s voice interrupted Harry’s inner thoughts surrounding his girlfriend. He tore his eyes away from her and turned to face his friend, who was standing with his own girlfriend beside him.

“Been busy,” Harry replied.

Sarah’s eyebrows rose as a grin spread across her cheeks. She glanced at Mitch, who wore a matching one.

“You both have been quite busy, yeah?” Sarah cocked her head toward where Y/N was, grin widening along with Harry’s eyes.

Harry hid his smile in his glass, taking a large gulp of the bubbly. “What d’ya mean?” He asked innocently.

“We saw you staring at her, buddy.”

Well, fuck. He can’t exactly deny that. He was indeed watching her as she mingled with a group of people—exceptionally beautiful people. She fit in perfectly with the models, her smile bright and dress shiny, hips swaying tantalizingly to the beat of the drums. She engaged effortlessly in what looked like an exciting conversation with A-listers and held their attention with sweeping hand gestures. Even from across the deck, he swore he could feel her joy. Light just radiated off of her and sent a gentle flutter through his belly and a heat wave through his heart.

Sarah studied him. The way his eyes twinkled and his cheeks flushed with happiness…it was obvious. “You love her.” She deadpanned.

Harry shrugged in response, a knowing smile on his face which he didn’t bother to hide this time.

“You do!” It was Mitch this time, who wrapped an arm around Sarah and looked at her with the same happy smile his friend wore.

“No comment.” A twinge of jealously bit his heart as he watched a handsome brunette lean down to whisper something in his girlfriend’s ear. He frowned instinctively, picturing the man muttering flirtatious compliments or dirty suggestions to her like he should be doing right now.

Sarah continued to watch Harry watch Y/N, unsure if he was even listening anymore. “It’s alright to admit it. Love is a beautiful thing.”

“Don’t listen to her,” said Mitch, “it’s a drug!”

“Hey look!” Harry shouted a distraction, pointing somewhere behind the two of them. He spotted two waiters bringing out an impressive tiered cake swirled with white frosting and topped with those sparkling candles. “It’s time to sing for the birthday boy!”

The boat erupted in a cacophonous rendition of the birthday song as the cake was placed on top of the bar. Night had fallen over the deck, making the sparkly decorations shine blindly bright against the moonlight. Meanwhile, Niall was dancing hysterically among the crowds, even singing along to his own birthday song in a drunken spree. At the final, …to you! he performed a dramatic bow and roared, “Thank you, beautiful people!”

Applause died slowly as Niall began grabbing peoples’ faces to kiss their cheeks in thanks. Y/N looked around for Harry, quite certain that her boyfriend would be perfectly willing to accept a kiss from the birthday boy, especially when he was inebriated. Sure enough, she caught sight of him wrapped up in an embrace with the blonde, a wide smile on his face as Mitch and Sarah laughed hysterically at the interaction.

Harry accepted the cheek kiss, just as his eyes met hers over Niall’s shoulder.

“Y/N!” He screeched and broke the embrace. He started running over to her in an uncoordinated stride, limbs flailing and most definitely spilling alcohol on other peoples’ expensive clothes.

“Y/N!” he slurred, finally reaching her side, “Gimme a kissy!”

She laughed. “You just got kissies from Niall, honey.” “But I want your lipstick on me. Yeh wiped it off.” He frowned deeply, no—melodramatically as his hand cupped his own cheeks where the pink lipstick mark once was.

She called him a little baby but obliged anyways, stamping a firm lip shaped mark on one of his flushed cheeks. He grinned wildly in response and looked at her with that look in his eyes that she absolutely adored. He was looking at her like she was royalty, like she hung the moon and commanded the sea and granted miracles upon mere mortals such as himself.

“Wish I could give you one too…” Harry trailed off, eyes wandering around the room. “Maybe then all those hot models and waiters would leave you alone.”

“Aw, you jealous baby?”

He nodded shamelessly and, with a pouty look, tucked her into his arms. He pressed a series of hard kisses on her cheeks and temples, squeezing the silky pink fabric at her waist. The feeling made her heart squeeze in the most delightful way—chest tight and warm with…with love.

“Wanna go check out the lower deck?”

And Y/N hadn’t known this man too long, but it was long enough to know that he had anything but innocent intentions with his sweet request. She was still only nursing her third glass of bubbly, but Harry’s suggestive stare and wandering hands seemed to ignite the slight heat flowing through her veins into an inferno.

It engulfed them both as Y/N’s back hit the inside of the door to the lower deck bathroom.

Harry’s lips were soft and playful and sexy all at once—just like him. He trailed hot kisses down her cheeks and jaw much like he had earlier, only now there was no audience. No need to hold back. Only hot, sweet skin swathed in pink silk and black chiffon.

“You marked me already, ’s my turn.”

Just when she was feeling a little too sober, Harry’s words drenched her in the heat of desire. This was definitely a bad idea, but it didn’t sound like one when he put it like that.

His fingers slipped from her jaw and followed his lips down to her throat, enticing her with a gentle squeeze—a warning? Or a promise for later? Either way, this bathroom escapade was fucking sliced bread and she was putty in his hands.

He sucked harshly on the supple skin of her neck without warning. A gasp slips out of Y/N’s mouth and Harry’s ringed thumb pressed deeply into the center of her throat in reprimanding. His other fingers gripped the crook of her neck, just enough to make her head spin and keep her body pliant.

Meanwhile, his other hand slithered down the smooth silk to her waist, his hold on her heavy and warm. Harry’s swollen lips retracted from her bruised neck, not before pressing a few gentle pecks to the hickeys to soothe the pain.

Y/N felt dizzy with pleasure and enveloped in love. She couldn’t help but chase his lips for a few more desperate kisses as he pulled away from her neck. She suddenly wished she could admire the marks he’d left, but the glazed, hungry look in his eyes would definitely suffice. The little bathroom felt ten degrees warmer—leaving Harry looking hot and flushed and absolutely irresistible.

“You okay, baby?” Harry whispered in the tiny space between them, words slightly slurred and dipped in bliss.

Y/N nodded aggressively, letting her hands wrap around the back of his neck where his skin was hot and hair curled adorably. “Please kiss me again.”

He did as he was told, of course. His lips moved tenderly with hers and his hands trailed lower, gently caressing her waist and hips. His fingers started a course back up to her ass, this time taking the fabric of her dress with them.

Y/N’s head felt light as a feather, no thoughts besides Harry…Harry’s hands…Harry’s lips…Harry…

She curled her thighs around his hips and he responded effortlessly, hoisting her up by the backs of her thighs and pressing taut between the cold bathroom wall and his own hot chest. The temperature in the room seemed to rise impossibly then, the sounds of breathy moans and gentle sucking kisses seamlessly diffusing into the heat and surrounding them in a delightful symphony.

Y/N was thrilled by the way Harry’s tongue tasted like champagne—as sweet and plushy as always. She decided then that she would never get tired of the feeling of his mouth on hers, of the dizzying joyful feeling his lips gave her every single time.

“Harry…honey…”

“What ’s it pretty girl?”

The pet name in his raspy accent went straight to her core. She let out another shameless whine, squeezing his waist tighter with her legs.

“I need you, Harry…”

“Hm? Need what?”

She groaned—now he wanted to be a tease. After he’d gotten to give her the hickeys like he wanted.

“Harry, please.”

“‘M just messing, pretty girl. I know what you ne—“

Suddenly, a loud crash rang out in the little cabin. Y/N let out a screech and sprang away from Harry, landing awkwardly on her stiletto heels. Wide eyed, she and Harry both looked up toward the source of the sound. Muffled shouts followed, in the midst of a horrible shattering sound, like broken glass, or hail or—

“The ice sculpture!”

They were both wide eyed and panting and a little sweaty, hair tousled and lips swollen red.

“Oh shit,” There were more muffled shouts and some shuffling of feet above them. Even through the ornate ceiling of the bathroom, it was clear there was an ordeal going on up there.

Breathy pants lingered between them, and the room suddenly felt even smaller, even more swelteringly hot and stuffy. Of all things to ruin the heat of the moment…a fucking ice sculpture.

They looked at each other blankly, as if to say what the hell do we do now?

“Let’s head back up while everyone’s distracted.” It was Harry’s alcohol-induced idea, cooked up in his foggy brain.

“There’s no way we can go back to the party like this.” Y/N gestured between them—the sweaty foreheads, messy hair, skin dotted with hickeys, and most prominently, her boyfriend’s obvious arousal.

Harry sighed, glancing down at himself. “Let’s leave then.”

“What, you wanna swim home?”

Harry frowned, “Huh?”

“We’re on a fucking boat, dumbass.”

Harry looked away from her with wide eyes and burning cheeks. Right…Absently, he thought it was funny how she could go from making out with him against the wall of the bathroom, practically begging for more, to mercilessly making fun of him, all within seconds. His thoughts bled into his expression, a happy smile tugging on his lips as he thought about her and her unparalleled sex appeal and her cute laugh and her mock insults and her more and more.

And just like that, he was laughing. His wild laughter seemed to echo in the small bathroom. Despite their hot rendezvous being rudely interrupted, Y/N swore she could smell the happiness in the room—almost as poignant as the champagne on his breath.

Seconds later, she couldn’t help but join him in happy laughter.

Turns out, the fallen ice sculpture was even more of a hazard than they’d initially realized—so much so that the captain of the yacht demanded an early return to shore and a continuation of the party on land. Many patrons were disappointed by the early end to the yacht cruise, not including the birthday boy himself, who Y/N would be surprised if was still walking at this point.

As they sailed back toward the shore, Harry was nursing yet another flute of champagne while Y/N clung to him in the boat’s interior—half because she wanted to cover his erection from any passerbys, and half because she just really wanted to hold him. He’d also managed to produce a slice of cake on a porcelain plate, which he’d presumably snagged when he left her on the couch to find more alcohol.

“You look cute,” she mused at him while he chewed the forkful of cake she’d just slid into his mouth. She was sideways in his lap, bare feet rested on the arm of an expensive looking couch. She vaguely realized that this area of the boat was probably off limits for guests, but fuck it, she thought, no harm no foul.

“Hm?”

“I said, ‘you look cute.’” Y/N repeated. He really did look cute like that, with his face flushed and hair messy and a tinge of lipstick still lingering on his cheek.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled with frosting still between his teeth, “I heard you the first time.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying. I take it back.”

“You can’t take it back!”

She gathered another forkful of cake and brought it up to his lips, “I just did.”

“Fine then,” He said, “I’ll just toss you overboard. Out of sight, out of mind.”

At that, Y/N gasped. She quickly turned her hand away and brought the cake into her own mouth, licking her lips for extra impact.

“Noooo!” He held her by the hip and dragged her even closer to him, as if she were about to get up and actually go overboard and take the cake with her. “I’m sorry baby, you’re cute, too. So cute. Like, so cute that I can’t believe you like me.”

Like? I think I more than like you.

“I can’t believe it, either.”

The words were on the tip of her tongue, dancing around in the tiny space between their lips like electricity. Harry leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, sucking on her bottom lip as if trying to pull them out of her.

Yet again, they were interrupted. This time by a loud horn blare and the captain’s voice over the intercom. “Land, ho!”

“Finally.” Harry sighed in relief, already trying to stand up from the couch, “Can you take me home now, please.”

“We can’t just leave when the party’s still going! What about Niall?” Y/N pressed her hands against his chest to slow him down.

“Niall won’t remember a damn thing.”

She considered his words. He wasn’t wrong; Niall had already knocked over the ice sculpture, after all.

“Take a left here,”

“Here?”

“Ye—wait, no.” Harry slurred, shaking his head from the passenger seat.

But his girlfriend had already turned the wheel to the left, inevitably sending the car in the wrong direction, again.

“Shit, M’ sorry baby.” he said with a drunken giggle.

“Good lord Harry…”

She threw the car into a random driveway, grumbling as she executed a clumsy K-turn.

She could hear the cranky frown in Harry’s voice as he groaned, “You’re a shit driver.”

“Well you’re a shit navigator!” Y/N looked over and gave him a pointed look. But the look only fell on his droopy, half-open eyes. “Where the fuck do I go?”

A beat of silence passed as Harry’s head lolled around. He hummed a bit, imitating the low rumble of the car’s engine. Finally, he murmured, “Keep goin’ straight.”

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t reply, just turned to look at her with that mischievous drunken smile.

“Aw fuck, no. We passed it up.”

“Harry!” She couldn’t help but laugh. Despite her annoyance, his antics were amusing. “Are you sure you actually know where you live?”

“Of course I know where I live!”

Y/N sped into another middle-of-the-road U-turn, and Harry dramatically fell into her lap with a low yell.

“Slow down, you minx! Gonna get us killed!”

“You’re so dramatic, Harry. If you’d just tell me where the fuck you live!”

“Can’t remember.”

She craned her head up to ceiling, letting her own eyes fall shut as she inhaled her frustration.

“Okay, fine. It’s that blue one over there.” He gestured vaguely to the right, but it was too dark to see the colors of the houses anyways.

Y/N let out her deep breath, “Somehow I don’t believe you.”

His growing smirk gave him away. After only a few seconds, his foggy brain would not allow him to contain his giggles.

“Harry!” she whined. He was always kind of silly and clingy, but the excessive alcohol made him an actual baby. He was still laying in her lap over the center console.

“Why are you like this?”

He pouted, feigning hurt. “Maybe I just wanna spend more time with you.”

Y/N’s fingers loosed on the wheel. She slowed the car to a stop against on of the curbs in the quiet neighborhood, poised under the soft light of a street lamp. Her annoyed expression softened and the familiar urge washed over her—the urge to kiss his cheeks and tell him she loved him and squeeze him tight and never let him go. How could one person be so annoying yet so fucking adorable?

She pushed his hair back (not without thinking about how he would’ve scolded her for messing it up at the beginning of the night when he had been sober, but now he was far too drunk to care) and wrapped an arm around his neck. It was definitely an awkward position and Harry couldn’t have been comfortable like that, but he didn’t seem to mind. He held her arm in both hands and snuggled into her lap as she cooed at him. “Aw, baby. You could’ve just told me.”

“But we’ve only been together for a little bit…and I don’t want ya to get sick of me.”

“Could never get sick of you, honey. Not even if I wanted to,” she said earnestly, continuing to stroke her fingers gently through his curls.

“Really?”

Now if that wasn’t a hint…this man was even stupider than she thought. In spite of his endearing idiocy, Y/N still could not resist the urge to just love him.

The idea that he could possibly love her back crossed her mind several times, especially in the past few weeks.

But they’d only been officially for a month and a half…was it too soon? Would she scare him off? Was there some unwritten rule of love to wait until they’d at least seen each others’ homes? Although, if she did tell him now, Harry was so drunk he may not even remember. If it went horrifically wrong, maybe she could forget it happened. (No, she definitely would not ever be able to forget if that happened, but the lie comforted her a little nonetheless). But if it went well, she’d be more confident telling him again when he was sober tomorrow. And at last, she didn’t even think she could hold the words in for another second while he was cuddling into her and kissing her arms like a baby kitten.

“I love you, Harry.”

“You do?!”

Suddenly, he seemed alarmingly sober.

“Ugh, yes. How could I not?”

He looked appalled, really. As if the idea of her loving him was absolutely insane. “Well, I annoy you, I kiss you in public, I drink too much, I spend way too much time on my hair, I’m not as handsome as that waiter…”

“And you’re pretty stupid.” Y/N interrupted with her own addition to the growing list.

“Yeah, you’re right. I am pretty dumb…But,” he paused, flipping over in her lap to look her in the eyes, “I did get one thing right.”

“What’s that?” She asked, fondly stroking his gelled hair with trembling hands.

“Falling in love with you.”

And loving him was that easy, as easy as sipping champagne and eating cake and falling overboard. She loved his flamboyance, his confidence, his kindness. She loved his silly tattoos and his bunny teeth and the little scar under his chin and the faint lipstick stain on his cheek. She loved the way they teased each other like children. She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. She loved the way he adored her. And so, she couldn’t help but smile wide.

“Alright, let’s add you’re super cheesy to that list, too…”

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literallythebiggestfuckingsimp · 4 years

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Our Little Secret

description: you and rudy have been sneaking around for a while now, what happens when you get caught in front of thousands of fans?😳😳

warnings: making out?? ooo and swearing oops (as a british person i can’t just NOT swear)

Rudy’s lips smashed against yours, moving hungrily as his arms snaked around your waist. You gasped, arms moving to hook around his neck as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You had to be on set in five, and you were just passing the time with your good friend Rudy in his trailer.

Between the two of you, neither of you were quite sure what you were. So far, all you guys had done was purely physical. Of course, there had been lingering touches, longing stares, stolen smiles. But you hadn’t talked about it.

It had started with flirty jokes, and then, boom! It just kinda happened, if you were being honest.

Not breaking the kiss, the two of you stumbled backwards until you bumped into the table. You jumped up and he took his pace between your legs, detaching his lips from yours and turning his attention to the skin on your neck. You moaned, heading rolling back to give him more access.

“Hey, Rudy? You in there?” Your eyes widen at the voice outside the trailer door, freezing both yours and Rudy’s movements.

“Uh, yeah?” Rudy says, clearing his throat.

“Why’s the door locked, toot?” You could practically see the suggestive smirk on Chase’s face.

“Cause I’m about to take a shit and I didn’t want anyone to come in here and smell that,” Rudy replies, looking at you with a grin on his face. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, pressing your face up to it to suppress your laughter.

Chase laughs. “Alright, then, but have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“Nah, sorry bro,” Rudy calls out when you shake your head at him. “I’ve gotta take this shit or I’ll explode. See you in a sec.��

“It’s good, bro,” Chase replies. “She’s gotta be on set now, though. I’ll find her, don’t worry about it. Probably went off to craft services or something.”

You glare at the door where Chase is stood on the other end, but your eyes widen wen you realise you’re gonna be late to set.

“Cya, man,” Rudy says, helping you down from the counter as you pat down your hair. Chase mumbles a “bye”.

You two wait until it’s clear, giving Rudy a quick peck as you subtlety sneak out the trailer door once you’re sure Chase is gone.

As you walk - more like jog - away, you look back. Through the window you salute to Rudy, and he salutes back with a maniacal grin on his perfect face.

♡

You’ve just finished shooting for the day, and straight away, you headed over to see Rudy. He’d slid you a note earlier in the day to meet him at his trailer once you were done.

Arriving, you were immediately pulled into a kiss by by the blond headed bimbo who’d stolen your heart. You smiled against his lips, happily thinking about the fact that you could finally call him yours.

Around two weeks ago now you two had finally sorted through your shit and admitted your feelings for each other. However, you’d both decided it would be better if you kept your newfound relationship to yourselves. You didn’t want to make things awkward if it didn’t work out, and, besides, sneaking around was fun. “Think of it as our little secret,” you had said.

You pulled away from the kiss and he pouted. Laughing, you pecked him on the cheek and watched as a smile took over on his lips. Rudy’s arms situated themselves around your waist as he laid the two of you down on the makeshift sofa in his trailer.

Rudy was lying on your lap as you played with his hair, occasionally kissing him as some stupid ass movie played on the TV. It was a nice breather from all the crazy scenes you’d been filming and you couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Well, that was until there was a knock at the door. You wasted no time in rushing into the bathroom, hiding as Rudy went to answer the door.

“Yo, dude,” you hear JD greet and you mentally cuss him out.

“Uh, hey, JD, Maddie,” Rudy says. “What’s up?”

“Why’re you being so weird?” Maddie questions, confused as to why Rudy seemed hesitant about letting them in.

“Me?” Rudy asks, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not being weird.”

“Whatever,” Madison huffs. You hear her and JD walk in and mutter profanities under your breath. Thank god you had picked up your phone from the sofa or you would be toast. “We wanted to watch a movie and you have the comfiest couch.”

“What’re we watchin?” Rudy asks, bouncing on his heels. Madison shares a look with JD, confused as to what the hell was up with him.

“I dunno,” JD shrugs. “I gotta take a tinker in your bathroom, though. I’ll be right back.” He says, and your eyes widen.

“No!” Rudy calls out, and you search frantically for an escape route. There’s a window, but it’s kinda small, you’re not sure if you’d fit. Fuck it, you think as you hear JD and Mads confront Rudy about being weird.

“I just mean ... it’s kinda rank in there,” Rudy says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Disgusting,” Madison mutters.

“I’ll just block out the smell,” JD shrugs. “I’m desperate, bro.”

Rudy silently prays to himself as you fumble about the bathroom, climbing on top of the seat. You put one leg through the window as the footsteps land right outside the door, and try to slyly maneuver yourself out with your phone in one hand. Your plan fails miserable and you tumble to the ground, landing in a bush.

“Fuck,” you mutter, sitting up and pulling leaves out your hair.

The door to the bathroom swings open and you run as fast as you can back to your own trailer. You ignore the confused looks of the crew members, and Drew calling your name as he sees you run past with twigs in your hair.

As soon as you get back to your trailer, you shoot Rudy a quick text.

I jumped out the window ;)

Jesus, Y/N. You good?

Yeah, just thank god for my super rad spy skills.

Sure, baby. Sure.

♡

You giggle as Rudy pushes you down on your bed, peppering your skin with kisses, making you laugh more.

Filming had ended and you were currently quarantined with the cast, stuck in yours and Madelyn’s apartment. After the release of the show, you had gained quite a big fan base and your time had been occupied with online interviews and live streams. You’ve barely had the chance to sneak around with Rudy, not wanting to raise any suspicions since fans had already started shipping the two of you, pointing out the way he looks and interacts with you, and vice versa.

You didn’t want to let your friends catch on. Not yet.

Swiftly, you flip you and Rudy over, straddling him as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You must not have heard the footsteps creeping up to your room, or the door swing open as you kissed your boyfriend.

A quick shriek alerted you of someone’s presence. You scrambled away from Rudy, cheeks red and eyes wide. It was Madelyn, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. Clumsily, she dropped her phone, the object clattering to the floor

“Fuck,” Rudy mutters, pulling on his shirt as you put your hands over your face in attempt to hide you embarrassment.

Madelyn stands dead still, frozen to the spot. “Oh my god, guys, I am so so so sorry! I didn’t know you two were-”

By now, you had alerted the attention of Chase and Drew, who came running over at the sound of a scream. It didn’t take them long to connect the dots, between your rosy cheeks and swollen lips and Rudy’s messy hair and flustered appearance.

“Oh, shit,” Drew swore, eyes wide.

“Uh, guys ...” Madelyn spoke up, chuckling nervously. “I was on live and they saw ...” she motions between the two of you with her hands, “that.”

Honestly, you think you could’ve died, right then and there. You scramble to grab Maddie’s phone from the floor, seeing the comments screaming about what they had just accidentally witnessed and quickly end the live.

“I’m so sorry!” Maddie squeals, cheeks tinging red. “I was planning on scaring Y/N and I didn’t think Rudy would be in here, let alone that you two would be-”

You quickly cut her off, scratching the back of your neck and biting your lip. “It’s fine, Maddie. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah,” Rudy clears his throat. “You couldn't have known.”

“Uh, well,” Drew chuckles. “This is awkward.”

“Honestly, I’m gonna need a good few shots to erase the embarrassment of this moment from my memory,” you state, walking through the door and towards the kitchen where a bottle of vodka awaits you.

“I second that,” Rudy says, following you and lazily placing an arm around your waist.

Chase grins, watching the two off you. “So ... “ he trails off, gesturing between the two of you with his hand. “Are you two, yanno, together?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You nod and Rudy smiles. “Yeah, we have been for a while now.”

“God, it’s about time!” Chase exclaims.

“You guys were pretty bad at hiding it,” Drew states, a grin of his own on his lips.

You mock fake offence, gasping as you poor the vodka into your shot glass. “We’ve been dating for four months, so, obviously not.”

Madelyn’s mouth hangs open. “Four months?!” she yells. “And you didn’t tell us?”

Rudy shrugs, kissing your cheek fondly. “Eh, it was pretty fun sneaking around.”

“Agreed,” you say, smiling up at him. He meets your gaze, pecking you on the lips.

“Ew, you guys,” Chase groans. “Just because you’re together now doesn’t mean you can be all openly affectionate.”

Madelyn whacks his arm, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, they’re cute.”

“Nah, they’re gross,” Drew jokes, laughing. “Anyway, I made Mama Starkey’s casserole. Who wants some?”

“Me!” you exclaim, grinning excitedly. If there was one thing you loved it was Mama Starkey’s chicken casserole. Also, eating and drinking would be a good way to get your mind off the fact that practically the entire world saw you on top of a shirtless Rudy, making out with him.

A/N: AHAHAH THE WAY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS SHDJSHJDH also pls excuse the crappy writing this was made at 4am last night😳

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joontier · 4 years

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mercedes midnight runs | drabble

synopsis: ur thirsting over jk driving you around in a mercedes

pairings: jungkook x reader

rating: R

genre: smut, angst | warnings: pwp basically (the thirst is real and unquenchable) with lidol angst ; swearing ; degradation ; car sex (pls dont do this while driving fjlaksas)

word count: 2.1k

g/n: this is the first installment for my ‘between the lines’ collection! ackkk ive been wanting to do this for so long because ive always thirsted over the boys driving and imagining jk driving his mercedes around seoul is just,,,,, eye ---- btw, this is heavily unedited nhnghgnhgn i just had to share the thirst with yall real quick

between the lines navi. | navi. | m.list

You’ve already planned out a quiet night to yourself tonight to rest and get your mind off of things, but all of a sudden, just as you were about to settle in bed, Jungkook sends you a text, telling you to get ready in half an hour because he’s going to pick you up and take you out somewhere.

It isn't new news anymore that he’s texting you at this hour because he’s only permitted to go out after his schedules, which usually also end late at night. Superstar problems, can’t relate.

Well, that and because your relationship with him warrants these types of late night meet-ups. It’s that type of arrangement you’d never thought you’d agree to, but eventually, learned to cope with. Your phone pings - a new message.

[🕺] 12:45AM

im out front

When you exit your apartment, you see an unfamiliar silver car parked in front of the building, you back up the stairs, wary of who might be inside the mysterious vehicle. The window rolls down halfway, and you see Jungkook takes a peek through the small space.

Going back down the steps, you quickly climb inside the vehicle. “New car?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

You hum in agreement, tracing a hand along the sleek design of the dashboard. “It’s very...you,” you remark, in awe at how this new Benz fits Jungkook so well. “C’mere,” Jungkook tugs at your elbow, closing the distance between the two of you. “Fuck, you don’t know how much I missed you.” He presses his lightly chapped lips against yours, nipping gently at your bottom lip. Abruptly, you pull away, worried.

“Kook...what if someone sees?”

“I got the windows tinted. I got this car for us.” His words resonate throughout the car, and you're afraid he might hear your heart thudding strongly in your chest. You choose to ignore the implications of his words, focusing on his presence and not your treacherous thoughts.

You give him a chaste kiss on his cheek in reply, sending a smile in his direction. You hope he doesn't see your real emotions swimming in your eyes. “Where are we escaping off to tonight?” Internally cringing at your careless choice of words, you take off your hoodie and place it at the backseat, along with your purse, all the while giving him a generous display of your cleavage as a distraction.

Jungkook’s tongue darts out to moisten his lips. “I’m having second thoughts now, if we should really leave or not,” he says, unabashedly staring at your chest, eyeing your nipples, pert against the fabric of your low-cut top. “No bra?”

“You told me you’d be here in twenty minutes, so I had to hurry….”

“Wearing a bra takes you twenty minutes now?” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head at your lame excuse.

“Yup, especially when all I could think about is having you take them off. So be grateful, because I’m doing you a favor.” You give him a wink, giggling when he huffs and starts the car. You’ve outwitted him once more. Silently, deep within the recesses of your brain, you wish you had the same amount of control you had over your words with your heart, especially when you’re around Jungkook.

Connecting your phone to the car’s music player via bluetooth, you scroll through your recents and pick on your favorite playlist when you’re with Jungkook. ‘Sexy Can I’ by Ray J and Yung Berg comes first on shuffle.

“That sounds like a very promising playlist.”

Your conversation slowly lulls into silence, the two of you seated there quietly as you feel the enhanced bass reverberate throughout the new car. Leaning against the headrest, you glimpse at the man beside you, studying his features.

Sometimes you find it funny how never in a million years did you even dream of being this close to the Euphoria crooner. If it wasn’t for your cousin Eunkyung - an idol who debuted the same year as Jungkook did, who’s likewise a very good friend of the latter, then you don't think you would even come close to breathing the same air as the global sensation beside you.

Judging by the movement of Jungkook’s lips, you reckon he’s been speaking to you for the last five minutes, but you definitely have not processed a single word from him, for all you care. You couldn't blame yourself though, and Jungkook is certainly the one who is to take responsibility for your momentary preoccupation.

“You okay babe?”

“Mhmmhm”

If you were going to be completely honest, you were far from okay. Besides the many thoughts swirling inside your head, your trusty menstrual cycle tracker app is telling you that you’re bound to welcome your monthly visitor in a week - which means you’re PMSing - which further means you’re only in one certain state of mind - you’re insatiably horny.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook is absolutely no help at all. Not when he constantly looks like sex personified - muscular thighs, veiny arms, the whole package. Plus, there’s something about Jungkook behind the wheel that’s ultimately driving you crazy.

A major part of it is your hormones for sure, but then again, even your hormones are thirsting over Jungkook driving, veiny forearms on display as he grips the wheel, or the way he backs up with only one hand on the steering wheel, or the way he sometimes keep a hand on your thigh as he drives. The formula is clear: Jeon Jungkook will be the cause of your insanity.

Jungkook pulls up the sleeves of his Carhartt sweater, revealing his nearing full-sleeve-tattooed right arm. The sight instantly makes you water, or wetter. Whichever the case may be.

You hadn’t seen him in a week, busy working on his mixtape, amongst other stuff. And you miss him terribly, sex with him included. As desperate and slutty that sounds, Jungkook is that type of person that leaves you wanting, yearning for more.

“What’s going on then?”

“If this is about Eunkyung…you know we already talked about that…”

“I don’t wanna talk about that, Jungkook.”

“What’s wrong then?”

You don’t answer, just silently watching the muscles on his forearm ripple as he pulls on the hand brake when you get to an intersection. You gulp, looking away as you push your thighs together, hoping that somehow the friction will help the desire pooling between your legs. The action doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, whose eyes instantly darken, now all too aware of your state.

“Tell me what’s wrong baby girl.”

Your resolve nearly breaks at the pet name, looking out the window to avoid his gaze. The light turns green again, and as he continues to drive, he rests a hand on your exposed thigh, strategically placing it just in the middle, the action gentle, yet enough to add fuel to your frustration.

His tattooed fingers gingerly trace patterns on your bare thigh. Fuck Jungkook and his thing for skirts. You weren't one to complain about his sexual fantasies though, not when wearing the skirts he buys for you gets you a good fucking afterwards.

You stay quiet in your seat, not giving the satisfaction that Jungkook gets knowing that he’s getting you all riled up. Two can play at this game.

Gingerly, you place a hand on top of his, gently guiding his hand north towards your core. The man driving beside you lets out a cough, sitting up straighter. Keeping his hand sliding up until he’s fully cupping your core, Jungkook chokes on thin air as he realizes you’re not wearing panties either.

“Let me guess, wearing underwear is too mainstream?”

Shrugging, you spread your legs wider, guiding his fingers to slide against your already glistening folds. A shot of electricity runs through your spine. “Fuck, baby girl, you’ll be the death of me,” Jungkook growls, taking a sharp intake of breath as he teases you, shallowly dipping a digit through your wet cunt.

“You’re fucking soaked. You seem to enjoy the thought, princess. Christening my car seats like the slut that you are?” He drawls, this time fully pushing a finger in as you get to another stoplight.

“Jungkook, don’t tease me like that baby.” Biting your lip to stop the moan that’s threatening to spill, your own hand reaches out to grab at Jungkook crotch. He hisses at the sensation. You smirk to yourself. Seems like you’re not the only one who’s greatly affected.

Encouraged by Jungkook’s reaction, you slip a hand through the waistband of his sweats, taking hold of his already hard cock. “And you’re surprised I don’t wear underwear? Bit rich coming from you now isn’t it?”

“Better watch your mouth and stop teasing me, baby girl. You might just get punished for that.”

“And what if I want to get punished?”

Jungkook huffs, pulling out his finger as the light turns orange. He brings his slick-covered finger to your lips, “Suck,” he orders. You oblige, sucking on his slender digit and swirling a tongue around it.

“You’re in for a fucking treat, naughty girl.”

It’s green again. With a sigh, Jungkook gets back to driving, this time religiously looking for a discreet place to stop over so he can fuck you properly. He finally finds a filling station, now driving with newly found urgency.

He parks in one secluded corner of the station, with just a singular parking space separating you from a parked truck, the driver snoring away happily.

The tension is thick in the air, inevitably making you feel hot even with the air conditioning on full blast. With no words needed to get the message across, you both unbuckle your seatbelts hastily, finding each other in a heated kiss shortly after.

Making another grab at Jungkook’s dick - outlining against the confines of his Puma sweats, you urge him to pull them down to his thighs so you can have a taste of your alleged ‘treat’. Likewise, he orders you to lift your skirt up, giving him easier access to have you writing on his fingers alone.

Scooting closer, you bend over the center console, taking Jungkook’s length in your hands. You place a tentative kiss on the tip before diving in, taking his cock inside your mouth. Jungkook lets out a guttural groan at the sensation, taking your hair into his hands, forming a makeshift ponytail on your head.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that right?” His head throws back as you take him to the hilt, the tip hitting the back of your throat. At his compliment, you swallow and as you watch Jungkook visibly shudder, you give yourself a mental pat on the back.

As you continue to bob up and down Jungkook’s length, your hand travels between your legs, fingers easily finding your nether bud. With Jungkook starting to buck his hips upwards, helping you with your task, you quicken the pace of the fingers toying with your clit. You’re so close, but you’re doubtful you’ll even get to orgasm, considering your perched precariously over the console - definitely an uncomfortable position for you to orgasm in.

Jungkook senses your discomfort and tells you to sit down, and you’ll both do this together. As soon as you get seated, you scoot closer to the middle, when Jungkook’s hand extends to return its attention to your dripping cunt. You give Jungkook’s erection stands tall, likewise calling for attention. Heeding to its silent call, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking his length languidly.

For a full minute, you both stay like that, trying to get each other to orgasm. Jungkook’s breathing gets labored by the second - the tell-tale signs he’s getting close. As your hand momentarily leaves his dick to massage his balls, his phone blares, startling you both out of your wits.

Letting out an annoyed huff, he grabs the phone and switches mute button down then thrusting the device somewhere on the dashboard. Pretending as if nothing happened, you continue your handjob until Jungkook can’t take it any longer, pulling you up from your seat and telling you to come and sit on his lap.

As soon as Jungkook pushes his seat back, you crawl over to his side, unceremoniously sitting on his lap, gyrating your hips as you slide your wet folds against the muscular expanse of his thigh. You’re almost there, Jungkook taking your breasts in his hands for more stimulation - that is until his phone vibrates loudly against the surface of the dashboard.

“You should probably get that,” you pull away, retreating to your seat: cockblocked for the second time. You check the dashboard for his phone, and get a glimpse of the caller’s ID on his screen. Eunkyung.

You place the device into Jungkook’s hands yourself.

“It’s your girlfriend calling.”

#bts smut #bangtanhq #btsguild #ficswithluv #btswritingcafe #btsgoldnet #btsghostie #ksmutclub #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts drabbles

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jayflrt · 3 years

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this IS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT 😭😭

my studying is long gone and I’m here reading a-list I don’t even know how to being how much I like it no I LOVE IT. the way they had the tension from the fucking stART LIKE URGHHHHHDHNDJDMD yes beautiful.

“I know you do, princess,” Jongseong replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve always loved being on Gossip Girl’s A-List.”

oh to be called princess by him 💳💳🗣🗣 I’m not even a fan of pet names but if it was him sign the fuck up.

I LOVE JAYS CHARACTER SO MUCH YES !!! i want a best friend like him ??? no imagine jay as your bestie like it would be so cool. random drives or just randomly spoiling you. he would be such a great listener and giving advice like omg !!! THE HUGS HE GIVES OR RANDOM KISSES. 🥴🤍 ALSO LIKE IMAGINE CALLING HIM AT NIGHT AND HE SINGS FOR YOU or talks about the most random thing at 3am on a school night AHHDINDKEKEK my guy friend could never 🙄 WAIT IM OFF TRACK I SWEAR THIS HAPPENS WHEN IM TALKING ABOUT JAY 😭😭. no i literally re read it cuz I wanna show my favorite parts, and like, how am I supposed to even supposed to take few parts from the whole masterpiece???

ok enough talk of jay, let me give some spotlight to my girl. pls I love her character so much urgh!!!! like she is kinda spoiled but she is considerate of things nice of you and thank you for having an idea of jay actually being head over heels for you. she gave off a lot of girl boss vibes minus her chasing hoon. stop flexing you got the PARK JONGSEONG wrapped around your fingers we KNOW 🤧🥲🤚🏽🤚🏽 give me a chance ig or something I can be your maid thank you 😊 ALSO STOP CHASING MEN THAT DONT LOVE YOU BAVK LIKE JAY PLS BABE !!! no I REALLY LOVE HER CHARACTER ITS SO NICE ?!??!! You SHOULD HAVE CONFESSED SOONER LOVE 🗣🗣🗣🗣 ngl this part made me laugh a little

“I’ll bite you,” you taunted. “Let’s see if you can even do that with my cock down your throat.”

ok I’m big curious but do you write these filthy part and be like damn,,,,, I just really wrote that, woah that’s cool 👍🏽👍🏽 or something but I’m curious what’s your thought process after writing any story like, do you stare at what you wrote and be like “damn that was something” and ignore your assignments???? the songs gave more feels to it like sexy. i loved how you described all the scenes so well and gave the feel to imagine it like hdjdjdk. maybe we deserve a small bit of jay and sunghoon “fight” or whatever. don’t you think 🤔🤔

OH MY GOSH 😭😭😭 YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IM GUSHING OVER THIS ENTIRE ASK RN LIKE ??? YOU WROTE ALL THAT FOR ME:?;9;8 😭🥺💖

thank you so much for reading angel :(( and ditching your studying to read 😭😭 i’m honored BUT ALSO ITS OKAY U CAN READ AFTER STUDYING 👉👈 and pls i’m so glad you could pick up on the sexual tension i was hoping i wrote it well :’)) AND THE FACT THAT YOU TOOK THE TIME TO PICK OUT A QUOTE YOU LIKED ILL JUST CRY RN BYEE E 🏃‍♂️😭💝

sorry this is long i must read more this 😞

but pls i hate pet names myself but oh 2 have park jongseong call me princess 🧎‍♀️lord i’ve seen the things you’ve done for others 🙏

PLS IF JAY TREATED ME LIKE THAT AS MY BESTIE HE BETTER CUFF ME RIGHT AFTER BC THATS TOO BOYFRIEND FOR ME 🥸 but pls i would Love to have him be my bestie :((( like late night drives at night and getting food together and watching movies together <33 that’s how my friendship w my guy friend kinda is except i question his driving so midnight drives r me holding on for dear life 🤕 but it’s spooky szn now so my thoughts r simply best friend or boyfriend jay helping u hand out candy or watching horror movies together 😞😞 ITS OKAY MY THOUGHT OF TRAIN GOES OFF THE RAILS BC OF JAY TOO :’)) also you reread it 😭😭😭 i’m so touched rn oh my god 💗💗💗

AHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE MC :’)) her character is very blair-esque in that she’s pretty self absorbed but the pedestal she holds herself at makes her just want to be loved bc it’s lonely at the top yk D; so that’s where she’s coming from with chasing after sunghoon (esp when she has that competitive nature and sees him so enamored by ningning). BUT THIS WAS SUCH SELF PROJECTION I JUST WANT JAY TO BE IN LOVE W ME 😞 in reality i am the one wrapped around his finger

LMAODJF MY SMUT DIALOGUE ALWAYS NEEDS HUMOR IN IT HERE AND THERE 💀💀 like is that sexy ?? maybe not but 😀 also OMG so i was kinda surprised by the turnout of my smut scene in this fic because i usually don’t write multiple orgasms (??) LMFOAJD BUT NO I GET MY WORK DONE 🤧 like yesterday i had finished my assignments due on that day and i had to wait at school for like 5 hours for a meeting so i sat down and just wrote :’)) the smut turned veryyyy self indulgement LOLL also it makes me so happy that you think my scenes are vivid ☹️💝 i draw a lot of inspiration from real life and i guess just have a good imagination LMAOAO so it’s p easy to write :’))

as for the sunghoon and jay fight :o i didn’t write it since the fic is from mc’s point of view and i didn’t want her intervening in their convo but the way i envisioned it was just sunghoon and him hanging out like they usually would, and then jay just dropped the bomb. sunghoon was just shocked, anger building up, but he knew jay’s feelings from before so he didn’t explode. the black eye was kind of provoked by jay, like him egging sunghoon on to just punch him, half for sunghoon to have an outlet for his anger and half for him to feel less guilty about his feelings for mc. afterward they would just laugh after their little fight and go back to talking about how they made mistakes in past relationships and should’ve been more communicative with each other :’)

#💌 : jayflrt love notes #anon #fic: the a-list #makes me smile #💘💞💗💖💘💝💕💖💗

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actualbird · 3 years

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I KNOW I CANNOT SEE LUKE IN LOVE WITH ANYONE ELSE EITHER... but tHINK about the potential this relationship has... the two of them as nsb partners, working together in the field, fist bumps and drinking alone together, watching luke's back while he's doing the sniping, the fact that in this relationship they're BOTH EQUALS and i can just... sidestep all that luke stop being a self sacrificing git 😭😭😭 i sound so deranged - 🌃

sorry for the late reply, NightStar!! after i posted ficlet last night i passed out kdjgds

but yes YESSSS ohh my gosh, okay, like i absolutely understood this nsb oc for being in love with luke (duh, luke is awesome) but HRGH how you describe their dynamic im REALLY SOFT ABOUT THEM NOW?? HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME???? if youre deranged you just very quickly made ME deranged along with you...clever move, NightStar, clever move.

man man mannnn im thinking about this nsb oc now like, youre RIGHT, theyre both equals, luke doesnt have the self sacrificing guilt with this person because his instinct to put himself lower just isnt switched on. not because luke doesnt care about this person---he does, he cares so much about everybody, is my interpretation of luke---but because luke hasnt given his heart to them.

hell, now im thinking like...luke gets ambushed and nsb oc manages to save him and luke is so grateful, so sincere.

"thank you," luke says. on the job, luke always keeps his feelings tucked away so he can focus on being the weapon the nsb needs him to be. but right now, if only for a split second, there's sincerity. a reminder that luke isn't just nsb's best weapon, but a young agent not yet completely hardened into hopelessness by the job. a reminder that luke is good and kindhearted and---

in nsb oc's chest, the beginning of a feeling. the beginning of something that will bring them so much pain in the future.

"don't mention it," they say, ignoring whatever the hell the pounding in their chest is doing. "but get your act together, raven. i can't carry you the entire time, can i? wouldnt be good for your top agent reputation."

luke rolls his eyes fondly. "yeah, yeah. let's go."

so they both go. they both finish the job. but it's luke who goes home with his heart in tact.

it's nsb oc who goes home realizing that in that the moment luke said thank you---

---they had just left a sliver of their own heart inside luke's.

LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE TO ME, NIGHTSTAR!!! //SOBS.

pls disregard my ramble scene, my point here is that your concept is amazing and if you do choose to write this i am 1) in awe because this concept is gonna be hard but i believe in you, and 2) so VERY excited to see the direction you'll take with the nsb oc!!!

(also, wait, last point, can i just say that like, who wouldnt fall in love with luke pearce after watching him snipe? nsb oc u r SO VALID)

i hope you have a wonderful day, NightStar!!! sending the good writing vibes ur way :DDD

#pls i never close my inbox bc i love all asks from random anons and from regular anons but also #yall never give my brain a day of rest kJKJFFJ i am always thinking now 24/7 which is FUN I LOVE IT LOVE U GUYS #i just get so tired come 9pm lol #NightStar!anon #asks

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shes-ddreaming · 4 years

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the eyes that lost you ➸ lee donghyuck

✧ destination ↬ best friends to lovers + fluff, angst,,, all that jazz yak

✧ a party of two for ↬ lee donghyuck x reader

✧ duration of flight ↬ 2.5k

✧ in stereo ↬ exo - what if

✧ in which your best friend donghyuck decides to pretend to be someone else’s boyfriend, leaving you to confront the only thing you’ve been avoiding your whole life—your feelings for him.

donghyuck had confessed to you a long time ago. and if you only knew that you’d be hurting like this now, you would’ve said yes to him in a heartbeat. but you didn’t; you had decided that your friendship was more important than anything, rejecting your best friend’s confession.

he took your rejection lightly, telling you that your friendship was just as important to him as it was to you. “look, y/n, i love you not because i had any intention of making you my girlfriend, but because... i love you for .. you. and if you’d much rather stay friends, then i’m all for it. i’ll be your best friend—whatever you want me to be, i’ll be.” he was sincere, and you appreciated that more than anything. you were more than grateful that donghyuck understood your reasoning behind the rejection.

and a day later, things went right back to normal, never a moment of awkwardness. he was still the same best friend you’ve had since you came out of the womb. it was as if his confession never happened.

and that’s all it took for you to make lee donghyuck your best friend for life. he was your constant, the one person in your life who has always stayed by your side. so many of your friends have come and gone, but donghyuck wasn’t one of them.

here you were, not even 3 years later, your eyes were on your best friend whose hair has grown a little longer from how it was when he confessed. he’s a lot taller now, standing a good 6 inches or so above you. it seems like a lot about him has changed, and his feelings for you were not an exception. but there was one thing that could never change, and that was you being his best friend.

the object of his lingering glances is no longer you, but it just had to be kang mina. you weren’t surprised—she was annoyingly pretty, smart, and funny. not only that, she happened to be the class president. donghyuck? vice president. everyone called them a match made in heaven. you hated how you felt when he was around her. you hated how your heart would fall every time you caught sight of him stealing glances at her. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair to donghyuck. what right do you have to catch feelings for him when you let him suffer from his feelings for you for so long?

the guilt had eaten you up for a long time. you liked to believe that your suffering now was your way to repay the pain you caused donghyuck for liking you without any reciprocation all those years.

he always reminded you that he was alright with the way you two were, that you rejecting him didn’t hurt him as much as you thought it did, that he was glad you two were best friends. but it was hard to ignore his obvious feelings for you. you knew deep down that you were hurting him by staying friends, but he never complained. he quietly loved you until he developed feelings for someone else.

it was your turn to realize your feelings, only now it’s too late. you’re in love with your best friend but he’s in love with someone else.

however, it probably wouldn’t hurt as bad if he hadn’t been fake dating her. maybe then you wouldn’t see him in so much pain. you couldn’t bear to witness seeing him doing anything and everything for her when she doesn’t even feel the same way, just like he did for you.

“you’re a hypocrite,” mark says as you bore your heart and soul to him. these days, donghyuck sits with mina at lunch to continue to play the little charade they’ve been onto for weeks. mark lee has been your rock these past few months, always quietly listening to you and offering—what he would call—words of wisdom. you couldn’t count how many times you’ve gone to him to talk about your conflicting feelings about donghyuck. “be honest with me. is the fact that you’re no longer the object of lee donghyuck’s desire the driving force of what you think are your feelings for him?”

leave it to mark lee to be brutally honest with his stupid rhetorical questions. you sigh, putting your head down on the cafeteria table. you were a shitty person, a terrible, shitty person. you feel your lunch tray being moved away from your head. “do i have lettuce in my hair?” mark laughs at you, slapping your shoulder in the process.

“you did. but, i took it off of your hair, dumbass,” he softly pats your head like one would do to a crying toddler. “look, i’m sorry if that was a little mean. i hope i didn’t hurt your feelings or anything.”

“nah, it just got me thinking. do you think i’m projecting my desires of wanting a

boyfriend onto hyuck? or maybe i’m friend-jealous and i’m mistaking it for being in love with him?” you once again steal a glance at the boy who has been all over your thoughts lately and your heart disagreed. whatever these feelings were, they’re definitely not friend-jealousy or whatever mark had called it. you knew in your heart that you loved him.

“oh god i wanna die, i want to actually fucking die.”

mark has this amused look on his face as he helps you pack up once the bell rings for 4th period. “stop thinking about it for now, alright? we can get ice cream after school, it’s on me. i think i owe you.” he takes the textbook you were holding out of your hands and carries it for you, as he reaches his hand out for your backpack. you roll your eyes, taking it off and handing it to him. this was beginning to be a routine for you two whenever you’re sad. mark never lets you carry anything and always walked you to class.

“what did i do to deserve a mark lee?” you wonder out loud, followed by a kick to your shin from mark. you immediately took back what you said. “suddenly i don’t remember ever being friends with a kid named mark.” you hear his obnoxiously loud laugh and shake your head.

“shut up, loser!”

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: KDKDKD come heRE

[you questioned: “KDKDKD come heRE”]

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: STOP DOING THOSE REACTION THINGS AND REPLY FJDKDKDKD

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: PLEASE Y/N OH MY GOD

you: WHAT

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: pls come down to my floor rn i need sugar

you: what the fuck

[full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖 disliked “what the fuck”]

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: I PROMISE YOU’LL GET TO HAVE SOME OF THE COOKIES I BAKE

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: I RAN OUT OF SUGAR I NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE 😔🙏🏽

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: I HAVE A COUNCIL MEETING IN LIKE 2 HOURS AND I NEED TO HAVE THE COOKIES DONE BY THEN

you: oh shit i just checked i dont have any sugar

[full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖 disliked “oh shit i just checked i dont have any sugar”]

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: god why didn’t apple give the people™ the option to disheart something

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: you had one job

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: ONE JOB

you: KDKSKSKS IM SORRY LMFAO

you: ALSO I DONT EVEN THINK DISHEART IS THE RIGHT TERM FOR IT

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: come to the grocery store w me 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

you: fine 😔

“hey, neighbor!” you hear donghyuck yell from his door as you hold the button that keeps the elevator doors open.

you can already hear mark arguing “you two technically aren’t even neighbors! he lives like two floors below you!”

while donghyuck counters back saying, “yeah but if she lived on my floor then we would live right next door to each other!” you can recall this exact confrontation when the three of you were in 3rd grade.

you and donghyuck have lived in the same apartment building your whole lives—which is also a big reason as to how the pair of you reached best friend status.

“let’s go before the sun starts setting!” he was smiling as he ran towards you and you couldn’t even deny that your heart was doing backflips.

“hurry up before i let go of this button and leave you there,” you threaten him and he laughs, pretending to walk in slow motion. you let go of the button and the elevator doors begin to close in on each other, prompting a loud gasp from donghyuck as he runs as fast as he can to reach the doors before they close completely.

“y/n, what the fuck!” he cries once he reaches the doors and they open back up again. he had his hands on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath and you couldn’t contain your laughter. “i hate you, oh my god! i busted a lung out there trying to catch up to the elevator. i can’t believe you’d do that to me.” you were both laughing now and you watched as he pretended to sob.

the doors of the elevator opened back up once you reached the lobby and donghyuck takes this as an opportunity to run away from you to get to his car before you could beat him there.

he had his payback when he locked the doors before you could even open the door to his car, leaving you there for a good two minutes, yelling “karma, bitch!” before finally letting you in.

“you’re insane!” he just laughs at this, and you two call a truce to stop pulling pranks on each other for the duration of your grocery trip.

“alright, alright. i’ll go drop the sugar off to my house and i’ll meet you at the rooftop,” you nod, waving goodbye to him as he steps foot off the elevator with the grocery bag in his hand and you continue up to the penthouse floor.

you really didn’t know if this was legal. if you were being honest, you had a feeling you were putting your parents’ lease on the line every time you snuck onto the rooftop. you made your way out of the penthouse floor, opening the doors to the fire escape before you were finally met with the stairs that lead up to the rooftop.

you smiled as you looked up to the sky with its various shades of blue, purple, and pink. it was your senior year of high school and you knew you’d miss this once you left home.

you: HURRY UP THE SUN IS SETTING REAL QUICK

you: it’S NOT GONNA WAIT FOR YOUR SLOW ASS

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: FUCK FUCK FUCK WAIT IM PUTTING THE COOKIES IN THE OVEN FIRST

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: TELL THE SUN TO SLOW DOWN 😤😤 damn even the sun has no pATIENCE

you: damn riGHT so if you don’t hurry up you’re gonna miss it 😔

full sun (the best friend) 🌞💖: ALR ALR THEY’RE IN THE OVEN I’M USAIN BOLTING OUTTA HERE

and usain bolt, he did. donghyuck soon opened the doors out of the fire escape, finally getting a glimpse of the sky as the sun started to set. you seemed to have not noticed him, eyes focused upwards onto the sky.

he stopped in his tracks. donghyuck liked to think he no longer had any feelings for you. “not even any residue,” he would tell himself. but he couldn’t lie that there were some moments that he’d wish you had felt the same way as he once did. this exact moment would make it on that list. you looked cute. your small figure was a good ten feet away from him but despite the distance, he just knew there was no other place you’d rather be at the moment.

“finally!” you yell as he made your way towards you. “i was ready to lasso the sun and keep it here until you got your ass up here.”

he was staring at you, a small smile adorning his features. if the word fond could be personified, it would probably be this exact face he was making.

you finally let go of the breath you had been holding when his eyes leave your face and instead focus onto the sky. “god i’m gonna miss this.”

“the sky? i was thinking the exact-“

“no, us.” oh shit. oh shit. oh shit. you couldn’t even look at him. god, you were blushing like crazy and you prayed that he didn’t notice because you knew you were being crazy obvious right now. “i’m gonna miss us sneaking onto the rooftop to watch the sunset, you know? it’s just- i don’t know. senior year ending has made me become more... sad? i don’t think that’s the right word for it. nostalgic? maybe. every moment just has this sense of finality to it and that scares me.”

you were about to reply, but you were immediately cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. “hey, mina.”

and just as icarus flew too close to the sun, so did you heart. and now you felt it falling straight down to the sea. you didn’t bother to listen to the rest of his conversation on the phone. instead, you watched the sun while it painted the buildings a brilliant shade of golden yellow and casted a shadow onto the trees. but the view of the buildings could never compete with donghyuck as his tanned skin glowed in the golden sunlight and his eyes twinkled in a different shade of brown.

“crap, i almost forgot about my council meeting. i have to go pick up mina, too,” he had a small frown on his face and you giggled. lee donghyuck, how could you be so cute? “are you gonna be okay up here? i’m gonna go get the cookies ready. i’ll leave some at your door, as promised.”

you reject donghyuck’s offer of walking you to your door, telling him that you just wanted to stay here for a little while longer.

mork 🤢: damn senior year rly be hitting different 😩😔😫💦

you: MARK WTF JDDJDJ YOUR EMOJIS GTFO

mork 🤢: y/n i have a story omg facetime me #storytime

mork 🤢: i think my life is starting to become a coming of age movie LMAO

you smile as you read mark’s texts, telling him you’ll facetime him once you get back home. he was right though; senior year really did feel different, and it forced you to confront feelings you’d much rather keep buried, especially in the lee donghyuck department of your heart.

hello! if you made it this far, then thank you 🥺 tbh i was reALLY SCARED TO POST THIS IDK I HAVEN’T ACTUALLY WRITTEN ANYTHING IN AWHILE !! this WILL be continued so stay tuned !! 💖 kjdfakjl also aren’t we all just tryna be hyuck’s best friend 😔✊🏽

#haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck x reader #haechan x reader #haechan au #lee donghyuck x reader #lee haechan x reader #donghyuck au #ee.doc

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bangtan-madi · 5 years

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Hi! Could you pls do Jumin mystic messenger when Mc's saw him being so angry (which is a rare sight for everyone who knows him) for the first time and she immediately tried to calm him down (the causes is up to you xD) thanks! :D

Jumin Han is the last person you’d suspect to have a hidden streak of anger.

I mean, the guy’s a pretty level-headed person. He’s not one to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He’s often told you how emotions don’t help a situation. In the RFA chat rooms, this often doesn’t sit well with more emotional people like Zen and Yoosung. Even you, at one point, wondered why he was so infuriatingly calm.

As you closer to Jumin, you realize why he is that way. To him, this is the best way to handle life. Not only was it a way to prove that his father did have the right to be proud of him, it was a way to protect himself. Being the heir to a wealthy man, set to inherit an enormous company, the list of people who would take advantage of Jumin is endless. For him, this is as much a self-defense mechanism as a tool to maintain his father’s love and pride.

But not even Jumin is immune to hurt, despite what he might let the world believe. Even he has his breaking point.

This revelation comes to you one morning at work at C&R. Jumin is late. Very late. That alone should tell you something is wrong. When he finally does arrive, he’s curt and short with everyone. The staff, his employees, security: everyone gets a taste of the waves of displeasure that roll off him like smoke. His dark brows pull together, eyes and nose scrunch up angrily. Jaehee and you look at each other as he storm past everyone. He slams the door behind him after entering his office.

Something is definitely wrong.

“I’ll let you handle Mr. Han while I attend to damage control.”

As Jaehee ushers the employees away from Jumin’s office, you knock tenderly on the door. After not hearing a reply, you try the door knob, finding it unlocked. Cautiously, you push inside and close the door behind you. Jumin stands in front of the wall of large windows, facing the city that sprawls out for miles below.

“Something is bothering you, Jumin. Do you…Do you wanna talk about it?”

Jumin doesn’t respond right away. He doesn’t even move or look over his shoulder towards you. The two of you have been a couple for a little while now, and there isn’t a single day that he doesn’t acknowledge your presence. It’s his usual habit to glance over at you and offer a tiny smile, even in the midst of a meeting.

“You’re never short with your employees…What’s on your mind?”

As you step closer, Jumin heaves a heavy sigh and lets his shoulders slouch.

“You know, when I was younger, all I wanted to do was earn the love and pride my father had in me, and the compliments that people gave me because of him. No one would dare say anything bad about me since he was my father, but I wanted to be more than just that. I wanted to earn that respect, those compliments. I wanted to be able to say, ‘Yes, I did that well, didn’t I?’ I wanted to be flawless, perfect, not a mistake in sight. I didn’t want them to just see my father when they looked at me. I wanted them to see me. That’s why I always keep a steady hand on my emotions, why I never let them get the best of me. After a while, that is who I became.”

He uncrosses his arms and braces them against the glass. His head hang lower.

“But I have just about had it with that man! Woman after woman, it’s never enough for him. I’ve tried to ignore them–I have for years–but they’re just…damn.”

It’s then that everything clicked for you. Jumin’s father has a weakness for younger women, and it’s never the same one for long. You know it bothers Jumin a lot, but he always keeps those feelings shoved down. Even when forced into “family” outings–which mostly consists of Mr. Chairman showing off his new lady friend and showering her with gifts–Jumin trains himself to remain the stoic and honorable son. He’s loyal to a fault, and now all those repressed emotions have finally come to a rolling boil.

You know he isn’t mad at you, Jaehee, or anyone else at C&R. You know he returned from an evening out with his father and most recent lover. His father hit an already tender nerve, and this time Jumin can’t ignore it.

Gently, you reach out and place a hand on the sleeve of his suit jacket. Gripping his wrist slightly, you pull his arms down from the glass, using your other to uncurl his clenched fists. Jumin still doesn’t look at you, but you didn’t mind that. Your compassionate gestures slowly bring him back down from his rage high.

You move your hands from his sleeves up to the lapels. Shifting them across his shoulders, you slide the jacket off and down his arms. Tossing it onto the desk beside him, you slip your arms back around his middle and rest your forehead on his chest.

His breath catches in his throat at the unusual action, and he blinks down at you in surprise. If your goal is to surprise him into calming down, you’re wildly successful.

“You don’t have to be perfect, Jumin. You shouldn’t hold yourself to such a perfect standard. No one blames you for your father’s actions. He’s not a perfect man either. You can’t expect yourself to be flawless. Everyone has their weaknesses. Your father’s is women. Yours…Well, I don’t really know what your weakness is. You don’t let anyone close enough. Maybe that itself is your weakness.”

Eventually, as your soft voice brings him back to earth, Jumin rests his chin on your head. His arms wrap gently around your frame, pulling you even closer. He knows you’re right. You always are. Something inside him tells me it was time to let someone in, and who is the safest choice?

Well, of course, it’s you.

“What should I do?”

His voice is soft and calm, and you smile against his shirt.

“Lean on me. Tell me your feelings, all of them. I swear I can take it. You don’t have to wait until it blows up to finally share what you really feel. I can be your safe place.”

You move your head from his chest and stare up at him, offering a small smile.

“No one is going to stop loving you if you show emotion, if you show that you’re not perfect. In fact, I might love you even more.”

Jumin’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the reassurance. Somehow, you had figured out his deepest and worst fear, and his frown transforms into a soft smile. He pulls you into a kiss, pressing his lips softly to yours, putting every emotion he’s held back into the gesture. By the time you separate, the only word that can describe you is breathless.

“You know, I have a second weakness.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, it’s you.”

#kyojin-madi writes #mm #mystic messsenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanons #jumin #jumin han #jumin han headcanons #fanfic #headcanons #jumin han x reader #jumin x reader #jumin han x mc #jumin x mc

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antiadvil · 4 years

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i AIM 2 b w/ u

summary: Dan’s life is a little bit of a mess. He met his only friend through a chat website, and Dan doesn’t even know what he looks like. The only person he’s ever come out to is said friend. He’s wasting his gap year away.

But hey, at least there’s that cute boy he met at London Pride.

rating: PG13

wc: 4k

notes: for the @phandomreversebang! lovely art created by @anironsidh and betaing provided by @quackitity (also stay tuned for @judearaya‘s version which i betaed and is very good)

read on ao3 or under the cut

Dan glanced at the time. He had a few minutes to kill before he had to catch his train to London Pride, he decided, so he logged into his laptop and opened AIM.

His heart skipped a beat. His best (and only, if he was being honest) friend was online. He sent him a message.

danisnotonfire: hey

amazingphil: hi!!!

He and Amazingphil had met in a chat room about five months ago. They bonded a bit over their sexualities, and then Dan sent him a PM about Muse, and then here they were, still messaging almost every day since.

amazingphil: what r u doing?

danisnotonfire: im never doing anything

amazingphil: lol

amazingphil: yes u r >.<

amazingphil: guess what im doing

danisnotonfire: what

amazingphil: guess >:(

danisnotonfire: no >:)

amazingphil: pls

danisnotonfire: hmm

danisnotonfire: maybe

amazingphil: hurry up

danisnotonfire: wait im thinking of a good one

danisnotonfire: ok

danisnotonfire: ur running away from the police bc u stole the crown jewels

amazingphil: no u spork

amazingphil: im picking out an outfit

danisnotonfire: an outfit? :0

danisnotonfire: u wear clothes?

amazingphil: i hate u

amazingphil: i have Plans today

Dan glanced at the clock. He had to leave soon for his own plans, but he still felt a tiny bit jealous.

danisnotonfire: you have Plans?

amazingphil: yes

amazingphil: what r u doing?

Dan checked the time again. He frowned. He had to leave now if he wanted to make his train.

danisnotonfire: getting ready to take a train

danisnotonfire: g2g actually sry

danisnotonfire: c u?

He didn’t wait to see amazingphil’s response before he closed his laptop and bolted for the door.

The train ride to London was nerve wracking but uneventful. Dan had never travelled so far on his own before, and his mother’s warnings rang in his head. As tempted as he was to pull out his phone and pretend to be busy, he kept himself alert, his phone safely stowed in his pocket and his backpack clutched in his lap.

His mother didn’t know where he was going. No one knew where he was going. It was a little bit scary, but also exhilarating. He could do anything; he could be anyone, as long as he was on the 8pm train home.

When his train pulled into the station, it was easy to follow the crowd of people in rainbow apparel to the parade site. Dan’s train had arrived a tiny bit late, and it looked like the parade had already started.

The street was crowded, but Dan wriggled and elbowed his way to the front of the crowd, where he had a decent view of his first ever Pride parade. He found himself sandwiched between two girls holding hands and a dark haired boy who looked about Dan’s age.

“Hey,” Dan found himself shouting to the boy next to him.

The boy glanced over, flicking dark hair out of his eyes. “Hey,” he shouted back. “What brings you here?”

“I’m gay,” Dan shouted. He laughed. It was so exhilarating to say out loud that he said it again. “I’m gay!”

The boy laughed. “Me too,” he said. “What a coincidence.”

“What’s your name?” Dan asked.

“Phil,” the boy replied. “You?”

“Dan,” he said back.

“Well, Dan, is this your first pride?”

Dan nodded. “What about you?”

Phil shook his head. “This is my third.”

“Wow,” Dan said.

Phil laughed. “It’s not that many. I’m sure there are some people here who have been to every single one.” He nodded toward a group of older men riding on a passing float.

Dan tried to wrap his mind around the fact that there had been fewer than forty London Prides. That everything around him was new and fragile and still in its infancy. “That’s crazy,” he said. “That that’s even possible, I mean.”

Phil nodded emphatically. “I know, right? If I had been born just fifty years earlier…” He shuddered.

“It’s not like it’s that great to be gay right now either,” Dan admitted.

“No,” Phil admitted. He looked down.

They were silent for a few moments.

“Sorry,” Dan said, clearing his throat. “I kinda killed the mood there, didn’t I?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Phil said. He shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with the plastic rainbow flag in his hands. “Does your family know you’re here?” he added softly.

Dan shook his head, eyes welling with tears.

“I’m so sorry,” Phil said in a rush, “That was such a personal question, I don’t know why I-”

“It’s okay,” Dan said softly.

Phil hovered awkwardly just at the edge of Dan’s personal space. “Um, do you want a hug or-”

“Yes,” Dan said, immediately crushing himself into Phil’s arms and squeezing his eyes shut.

He resolutely ignored the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Shh,” Phil said, holding him tighter. “It’s going to be okay.”

Dan didn’t know why he believed everything this beautiful stranger said, but he did.

It was going to be okay. Dan let that message sink into his body, settle in his stomach, until his limbs felt less shaky and his footing more solid. He pulled away from Phil, wiping his eyes.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I don’t know what that was.”

“It’s okay,” Phil said. “It’s your first Pride; it’s overwhelming. Are you from nearby?”

“I’m from near Reading,” Dan said.

Phil whistled. “That’s pretty far.”

Dan shrugged. “No one will recognize me here.”

Phil nodded. “I’m sorry.”

Dan shrugged again. “It’s okay.”

“Well, I hope you have a good time. It’s a lot of fun.”

Dan looked around at everyone wearing various different pride flags, all of the floats covered in rainbow. “I think I will.”

Dan and Phil stayed together for the rest of the parade, bumping shoulders and pointing out people with particularly funny signs. When the last float passed, though, Dan realized he didn’t want to break apart.

He turned to Phil to say so, but before he could open his mouth, Phil interrupted him, looking nervous. “Actually, um, if you don’t have anywhere to be yet, I thought we could hang out for a bit? Get coffee or something?”

Dan had left a few hours after Pride for exploring London, maybe even looking at some colleges so what he told his mum wasn’t a complete lie, but he’d rather spend them with Phil. “I’d love coffee,” he said.

Phil brightened. “There’s a Starbucks really close by. If you like Starbucks?”

“I love Starbucks,” Dan said. He loved anywhere Phil wanted to drink coffee together.

“Perfect,” Phil said, already walking, presumably towards the Starbucks. “My treat.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” Dan scrambled to keep up.

“Please,” Phil said, smiling. “It’s the least I can do.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “In exchange for what?”

“You travelled all the way to London to see me,” Phil smiled.

Dan rolled his eyes even harder. “It wasn’t to see you, dummy-”

Phil gasped in mock betrayal. “It wasn’t?”

“No,” Dan said, “It was to learn and grow as a person, to find myself, to-”

“Shut up,” Phil said, giggling. “Just let me buy you coffee.”

“Fine,” Dan said, pouting.

“Perfect,” Phil said, leading Dan into a Starbucks, “Now come on.”

Dan’s coffee was delicious, but he let it cool in his hands as their conversation went on. He and Phil had a lot in common, and their conversation flowed easily. They both followed a lot of the same online creators, they had similar taste in music, and they had similar senses of humor. They even had nearly matching hairstyles, Phil pointed out with a laugh.

“It’s a cool hairstyle,” Dan said defensively. Phil didn’t need to know that the only way Dan could make it look even slightly good was by straightening it every morning.

“Of course it is,” Phil said. “It’s mine.”

Dan rolled his eyes and lightly shoved Phil.

When Dan finally finished his coffee, he looked at it regretfully. “I guess I should get going.”

Phil hesitated. “I don’t know if you want to go back to my apartment or anything?”

Dan nodded, then looked at his watch. It was getting dark out. “Fuck. I can’t. My train.”

Phil’s shoulders slumped slightly. “Oh. Well, can I walk you to your train at least?”

Dan smiled. “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

It was lucky that Phil had offered to walk him, honestly, because Dan was completely turned around. London was one of the most confusing cities he’d ever been in, but Phil seemed to know his way around it like the back of his hand.

“Here you go,” he said, pointing out the train station Dan had arrived at earlier in the day. He shoved his hands in his pockets, staring at Dan with an intensity that made him blush. “I don’t want to go,” he admitted.

Phil drew closer, and Dan glanced around nervously. There were a few people around. No one seemed to be paying much attention, but that could change.

Fuck it, Dan decided. It was Pride. If there was ever a day for kissing cute boys in public, it was today. As Phil leaned in closer, Dan closed the gap and pressed their lips together.

It was sweet, shorter than Dan would have liked, but as Phil pulled away Dan noticed a man standing at the other end of the street, glaring. Dan could see Phil looking too.

“How about I just stick with you until your train comes?” Phil said lightly, but Dan could see his eyes still on the man on the other end of the street, who made eye contact for another second before finally turning away.

Dan felt the tension in his shoulders unwind just the slightest bit. “That’d be great,” he said.

Phil hovered protectively by Dan’s side for the next few minutes until his train came. Dan wouldn’t be much good in a fight, and he didn’t get the sense that Phil would be either, but his presence was reassuring. When it was time to say goodbye, Phil opted for a hug.

Dan sank into his arms gratefully. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Of course,” Phil whispered back.

“Stay safe,” Dan whispered.

“I will,” Phil promised, pulling back. “See you?”

“Yeah,” Dan said. “I hope so.”

Barely a minute after Dan boarded his train, his phone buzzed.

phil: did u make it?

Dan smiled.

dan: yes

dan: ty 4 coffee btw, it was good

phil: :)

phil: b safe

dan: u 2

He waited a bit with his phone out, wondering if Phil would say anything more, but he didn’t, so Dan closed his phone and put it away. He let his head fall back against his seat and turned to look out the window, watching London pass by until it was left firmly behind him.

***

The first thing Dan did when he got back home was check AIM. Almost as soon as he logged in, he got a message.

amazingphil: ur back!

amazingphil: where were u :0

Dan hesitated. He didn’t know why he felt like lying.

danisnotonfire: i have a life that isnt online u kno

amazingphil: D:

amazingphil: betrayal

Dan didn’t talk much about his offline life with Amazingphil. He knew the basics: Dan was gay, no one knew, everyone still managed to give him shit for it somehow. But he didn’t know where Dan lived, his little brother’s name, or that he had traveled to London today for Pride.

And if he said something about Pride, then he’d be asked how it went. And then he’d have to talk about Phil. And he didn’t want to talk about Phil for some reason.

danisnotonfire: u have a life offline too

danisnotonfire: remember u said u had plans 2day?

amazingphil: :0

amazingphil: i guess i did

danisnotonfire: howd they go?

amazingphil: good :3

danisnotonfire: is that all ur gonna say

amazingphil: yes :P

amazingphil: i need 2 have mystery or ull lose interest

danisnotonfire: :0

danisnotonfire: i would never

amazingphil: good

danisnotonfire: now tell me

amazingphil: no

danisnotonfire: ಠ_ಠ

amazingphil: :D

amazingphil: it wasnt really interesting anyway lolol

amazingphil: i dont wanna bore u

danisnotonfire: impossible

danisnotonfire: u could never bore me D:

amazingphil: i could

amazingphil: law

amazingphil: textbooks

amazingphil: school

amazingphil: math

amazingphil: r u asleep yet

danisnotonfire: (-_-)zzz

amazingphil: c? told u

danisnotonfire: ok ok

danisnotonfire: u win

Dan still wanted to know what Amazingphil had been up to, but Amazingphil didn’t seem like he wanted to tell, so Dan decided to let it drop. He started to type up a question about whether or not Amazingphil had seen a video uploaded by a YouTuber they both followed, but he was interrupted.

amazingphil: im kinda tired actually

amazingphil: i think im going to bed

Dan’s smile dropped. He had been looking forward to talking to Amazingphil.

danisnotonfire: :(

danisnotonfire: good night!

amazingphil: good night!

He went offline. Dan stayed online for a bit longer, but no one else was really there, and none of the chat rooms he normally joined were interesting that night. Eventually, he gave up. He went to bed early too.

***

He woke up the next morning to a string of texts from Phil. He smiled, grabbing his phone and rolling over to read through them.

phil: hey i have some free time this wknd

phil: i could visit maybe?

phil: if ur free 2

Dan smiled harder.

dan: im free :]

dan: idk why u want 2 visit tho theres nothing here

phil: theres u

Dan had to put his phone down for a second to make sure his face did not actually combust from how hot it was getting.

dan: thatd be nice :3 i miss u

phil: lol, we saw each other yesterday

phil: (i miss u 2 :3)

dan: call me? :3

Dan’s phone started ringing immediately. He picked up. “Why would you want to visit Wokingham?” he asked. “London is way cooler.”

“But you’re not in London,” Phil said.

“I can be,” Dan said, his mind already racing to find excuses for visiting again so soon. “I could say-”

“Dan,” Phil cut him off with a laugh. “I want to visit you. Calm down.”

Dan hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Dan,” Phil said. “Why? Are you?”

Dan hesitated. “It’s not that I don’t want to see you again; I really do. But I mean, there are so many people here who know me and I’m not really out. To anyone. Except you.” And someone online, he added silently in his head.

“That’s okay,” Phil said. “We don’t have to- do anything gay if you don’t want to.” He paused. “At least not in public,” he added hopefully.

Dan chewed on his lip. “Even if my parents were out of the house, my little brother is really nosy. Sorry, I don’t think we’d be able to go there.”

“That’s okay,” Phil said, even though Dan thought he still sounded a little bit disappointed. “I’d still like to visit you. I don’t want to make you come to London every time we want to see each other.”

Butterflies erupted in Dan’s stomach. Every time? This wasn’t a one off thing?

“That’s sweet,” he said. “But really, London seems better in pretty much-”

“Awesome,” Phil said. “What time can you pick me up from the train station this Saturday?”

***

Dan opened AIM again, halfheartedly hoping that Amazingphil had come online in the five minutes he’d had AIM closed. He hadn’t, so Dan sighed, closing it again. He checked his twitter for another five minutes, then opened AIM again.

Amazingphil’s away message wasn’t even descriptive: “How much pain has cracked your soul? How much love would make you whole?” Just a Muse lyric. If it meant something, Dan wasn’t going to bother trying to decipher it.

Dan closed AIM again. He opened twitter. He closed twitter, and opened AIM. He repeated the cycle until it was time to pick Phil up at the train station.

Luckily, his mum didn��t ask why he needed the car, just absentmindedly handed him the keys and told him to drive safely. He parked near the train station, hoping he wouldn’t forget where he left the car.

“So this is Wokingham!” Phil said when he got off his train.

Dan nodded. “This is Wokingham.” Phil was disturbingly excited to be in Dan’s town. Dan wasn’t sure why, it was nothing compared to London.

Phil jumped up and down, smiling. Dan couldn’t help but smile back.

“So,” Phil said. “Show me the sights! Hear me the sounds! What is there to do around here?”

Dan shrugged. “Uh, I don’t really go out a lot. But there’s this coffee place I go to a lot if you don’t mind more coffee?”

Phil narrowed his eyes. “Is it Starbucks?”

Dan laughed. “Starbucks? You wish. Phil, I am going to take you to the indiest, least mainstream coffeeshop you have ever been to.”

Phil blinked. “Low bar, if I’m being honest.”

“After this, you’ll never be able to go to a Starbucks again without being disappointed.”

Phil raised an eyebrow. “Tall order.” He giggled. “Get it? Tall order? Because Starbucks drinks are-”

Dan rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help giggling either. “Shut up.”

Phil’s tongue poked out when he laughed, Dan noticed. “Never. I will not be silenced.”

Dan shook his head. “Disappointing.”

Phil pouted.

Dan relented. “It was a little bit funny.”

Phil immediately perked up. “You think I’m funny?”

Dan rolled his eyes so hard they hurt.

Phil giggled.

“Shut up,” Dan said. “Let’s go.”

When they got to the coffee shop, Phil spent an obnoxious amount of time reading the menu.

“It’s just coffee,” Dan said. “It’s not that complicated.”

“It is absolutely that complicated,” Phil insisted. He ended up taking about ten minutes to decide what to order, and when he did it was the same caramel macchiato he had ordered at the Starbucks they went to in London.

Dan reached past Phil to put a wad of pound notes on the counter. “My treat,” he said. “Since you got the train tickets and all.”

Phil glared at Dan and stuffed a wad of pound notes in the tip jar.

Oh well. At least Dan could say he tried. And the barista, who was honestly a little bit cute, seemed very happy about it, so Dan was going to call this a win.

Their coffee was ready in just a few minutes, and Dan watched Phil’s face carefully as he took his first sip of his caramel macchiato. “How is it?” he asked.

Phil closed his eyes. “It’s amazing.”

“Better than Starbucks?”

Phil’s eyes flew open. “Now, now. I didn’t say that,” he said.

Dan snorted at the look of near-panic on Phil’s face. “Don’t worry, Phil. I won’t tell Starbucks you’ve been cheating on her.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Dan. You’re such a good friend.”

Dan looked down. Friend. He didn’t want to act ungrateful, but he had been hoping that Phil didn’t want to only be his friend.

Phil groaned. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Dan looked up, confused.

“Sorry,” Phil said. “I kind of just got out of a relationship, and I know we live in different cities, so I don’t know if it’s honestly the best idea, but I really like you. And I want to make it work. If you do too.”

Dan smiled. “I think I’d like that.”

Their coffee date- date? Was this a date? It really seemed like a date- well, whatever it was, it went well. Phil admitted that this coffee was, in fact, superior to Starbucks. He told Dan a bit about his job- he worked as a video editor- and asked Dan about his. Dan was a little embarrassed to admit he worked at Asda, but Phil didn’t seem fazed. Before long, Dan was telling stories about all the outraged customers he’d dealt with, and Phil was laughing along.

Dan let himself relax a little bit. It didn’t seem like Phil was going to judge him.

They spent the rest of the day wandering around Wokingham. There really wasn’t much to see, but Dan pointed out all of the places he and his friends used to spend time, before, well, they stopped being Dan’s friends, and all of the little coffee shops and secondhand clothing stores he still went to.

When Phil got on his train home, he didn’t kiss him. Dan knew too many people in Wokingham for that. But Phil did hug him, tightly, and Dan whispered a promise to visit soon in his ear.

***

When Dan got back to his room, the first thing he did was check AIM.

Amazingphil still had the same away message as that morning. Dan sighed. Why was he so hard to reach today?

Oh well. There were other things to do on the internet anyway. Twitter was boring today, but there was always YouTube, and random AIM chatrooms where he didn’t know anyone. Dan lost track of time, chatting with someone he was pretty convinced was a fifty year old man pretending to be a teenager, until he got a notification that Amazingphil was online.

He immediately closed his other chat window; the fifty year old man would have to wait.

danisnotonfire: ur back!!! :D

amazingphil: lol

amazingphil: im back :D

danisnotonfire: was ur relaxing day unplugged relaxing

amazingphil: lol

amazingphil: yes

amazingphil: i had a good day :)

danisnotonfire: that’s good

amazingphil: i was thinking though

amazingphil: u know what’s weird

amazingphil: i don’t know what u look like >.<

amazingphil: we should skype or something

danisnotonfire: we should

danisnotonfire: when?

danisnotonfire: like rn?

amazingphil: sure

amazingphil: if u want

amazingphil: im not doing anything

Dan glanced around. He should clean his room.

danisnotonfire: give me 5

He glanced around again. There was no way his entire room was getting cleaned in five minutes.

Oh well. He had committed. He slammed his laptop shut and surveyed the room, trying to figure out what he could clean in five minutes. Or, well, what he could shove under his bed or in his closet in the next five minutes.

He managed to hide all his dirty laundry, then kicked a bunch of the clutter in his room to one side and pointed his laptop camera firmly away from it.

He opened AIM again, composing a message.

danisnotonfire: ok im ready

danisnotonfire: my skype is danisnotonfire too

He barely had time to open skype before he got an incoming call from Amazingphil. He picked up, then gaped at the screen in shock.

“Wait,” he said. “Phil?”

Phil blinked. “Dan?”

“What are you doing here?” Dan asked stupidly.

“Skyping you,” Phil said, just as stupidly.

“You’re- you’re Amazingphil?”

“Yeah.”

“And also Phil.”

“I think?” Phil extended his arms, staring at them, as if to check that they were real.

Dan groaned, putting his head in his hands. “How did we not figure this out?”

“To be completely honest,” Phil admitted, “I couldn’t really figure out what your screenname was supposed to say. I didn’t really know your name was Dan.”

Dan laughed. “What did you think it said?”

Phil blushed. “I don’t know!”

“No, really,” Dan said, an embarrassing amount of affection leaking into his voice. “What did you think it said?”

“Like, Dani snot on fire or something,” Phil said. “Look, it’s hard to read, it’s all lowercase-”

Dan groaned. “You thought my name was Dani and my username was about my snot being on fire?”

“Look,” Phil said, still blushing, “I don’t know. What’s your excuse for not knowing who I was?”

Dan felt his face heat up. He shrugged. “Phil is a common name?”

Phil laughed. “Not that common. Dan, you spork-”

“Shut up!” Dan said. “I’m not the one who doesn’t know how to read-”

“Maybe if your username wasn’t so hard to read-”

“Oh, blame it on me-”

“Look, I’m just saying-”

Dan scoffed. “You’re just saying.”

“I am,” Phil insisted. “Look, we both made bad decisions-”

“Bad decisions?” Dan said. “You think us meeting was a-”

“Okay, okay. Stupid decisions,” Phil corrected himself. “My point is, we’re here now. Isn’t that what matters?”

Dan had to agree that it was.

#my writing #phanfic #phan #phanfiction

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flipomatic · 3 years

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A New World Chapter 7: Fully Devoted

Author Note: Miss Imai Lisa please accept my sincere apology.

First Chapter Previous Chapter

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Today should’ve been a good day. No, it should’ve been a great day.

Everything was lined up perfectly. There was a whole three hour block on the master schedule that was completely blank. Lisa was able to schedule a studio for the entire time.

All of Roselia would be able to rehearse together. The stars had finally aligned in their favor, for just three short hours.

At the start of rehearsal, Lisa’s heart felt warm as she looked around at her bandmates. It had been so long since they had practiced together like this, all in the same room.

They warmed up on some of their older songs, starting on Black Shout, with each instrument playing its part.

It didn’t sound the same though, not like it usually did. Lisa wasn’t exactly sure why, but something felt different. The mix didn’t match the same way it used to. The volume of the instruments seemed balanced, so that wasn’t the problem. The notes and lyrics were the same too. Something else had changed.

Lisa listened to each of her bandmates in turn. She started with the piano, playing directly behind her.

Rinko had always showed emotion in her playing, especially in piano heavy songs. She attacked each part of the song with enthusiasm, her fingers flitting quickly across the keys.

Something about her sound had changed. Lisa hadn’t thought Rinko’s playing could be more expressive than it was before, but somehow it was. She matched the tone of the piece perfectly. When Lisa glanced back at her, Rinko’s expression was serious. She was looking between her keyboard and Yukina, likely for cues.

Her sound was strong, exuding confidence and strength. The notes were placed with precision, with exactly the right emphasis.

It was amazing, better than Lisa had ever heard Rinko play. She blended perfectly into the song. She must’ve been learning a lot at university, to have improved this much in such a short time. It was impressive, even as Lisa played the same way she always had.

Rinko’s sound wasn’t the only one that had changed. Next to her, Ako’s drumming was different too.

Today, Ako was keeping consistent time. Not that she didn’t usually, but it sometimes fluctuated. Lisa was used to playing around that, especially in newer songs. Right now though, Ako was completely solid.

Lisa shifted her gaze there, having to turn her body farther to do so. Yukina’s eyes flicked over to her as she moved, but she kept singing the song.

Ako’s drumming technique seemed to have improved as well, Lisa noticed. She was playing with more control, and more finesse.

Lisa kept turning, looking across Yukina at Sayo. As usual, Sayo looked serious as she played. She didn’t have her music out today, which was unusual. Even when they practiced older songs, Sayo often had the sheet music in front of her.

Though she was frowning, Sayo’s sound was nearly perfect. The guitar carried the song, and now more than ever Sayo’s playing made her part in the song clear. She played more expressively than she ever had before.

Lisa’s three fellow musicians had all leveled up since the start of the school year. They were each bringing new skills, a new power level to Roselia. As always, they astounded her.

She kept playing the song to the best of her abilities, maintaining the bass line below the others.

Lisa’s eyes moved to her last bandmate, her vocalist Yukina. No matter what song she sang, she always attracted the spotlight.

Unexpectedly, Lisa’s eyes locked with glimmering gold ones. As they neared the end of Black Shout, Yukina had been watching her. Her eyes were unreadable, carrying an emotion Lisa couldn’t identify.

Yukina’s singing was immaculate, clear, and powerful. She sang beautifully since she was a child, and now that she was learning vocals full time her voice had continued to blossom. She truly was Roselia’s vocalist, who would lead the band to the very top.

Lisa’s bandmates had all improved this year. They were all raising Roselia higher.

What had Lisa done?

Lisa had been flooded with assignments and tests since the start of the school year. She worked hard to organize the calendar and go to as many Roselia rehearsals as she could.

She practiced multiple times a week, maintaining her chops and refining her playing. She did her best to be the bassist Roselia needed. As they played their very first song, that goal felt like it was slipping from between her fingers.

Lisa reached up with her band, but she had never been farther away. They were vanishing into the distance, into the world of professional music.

For her to just stay the same, to play the bass the same way she always did, that wouldn’t work. Lisa needed to improve too.

The band rolled into Re Birthday next, as their second warmup song. Again they played it straight through, and again Lisa listened to her bandmates around her. They were stunning.

Again, she played the same way she always had.

Her stomach started to hurt as they finished warming up and moved on to newer music. Lisa couldn’t help the anxiety building as they practiced.

She didn’t want to be left behind, she wanted to be part of the band. Of course, if she fell behind it would be her own fault. She wasn’t pursuing music professionally, so the others would naturally be better than her. Lisa knew that it wouldn’t be hard to find a replacement bassist with ten times as much talent as her.

Still, she loved being in Roselia. She would keep reaching, would keep practicing and fighting for her spot. After all, she was fully devoted.

Lisa tried not to frown during practice, but at times it slipped through. She thought about practicing more when she got home, working to improve her technique.

She left practice with a new knot of stress within, pushing her to try harder.

Today should’ve been perfect, but it wasn’t.

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Another day, another Roselia practice. Sayo wasn’t available, which led to Lisa being the first to arrive.

As she flicked on the light in the studio, she already felt exhausted. The week since their last rehearsal had been a busy one. She was working on two school projects consecutively, one of which wasn’t even done yet. Multiple work shifts kept her out late into the night, with barely any free time for extra practice.

Even though there wasn’t much of it, Lisa used that spare time to practice. Late at night she plucked away, trying to hone her playing and improve. She played the parts over and over again, until the pads of her fingers ached from continuing to hold the strings against the fingerboard.

Today her eyes were heavy, but she was prepared for practice. Lisa set up her bass in the usual spot, and immediately began working on one of the harder passages in R. The bass line was fairly exposed in that song, so it was a good place to improve her performance.

Yukina arrived next, with her usual curt greeting. Lisa paused to reply, keeping her hands on the bass. She resumed playing a moment later, as Yukina lingered near the doorway. Yukina’s mouth was set in a firm line, eyes cast down towards Lisa’s bass as she played.

She looked lost in thought; perhaps she had forgotten something? Lisa was about to stop playing again to ask, when the studio door opened once again.

“And there’s this huuuuuuge monster at the end!” Ako came through first, waving her hands in the air as if to express just how big it was. “It demolished the whole party.”

Behind her was the last expected band mate for today. “I suppose you need… higher attack debuffs.” Rinko followed Ako in, the familiar sight of them together washing over Lisa. She still didn’t understand half the words they were using, but it was nice to see them together.

Yukina seemed to snap out of whatever funk she was in, as she turned to watch them pass and then follow them further into the room.

“Your character can do that right?” Ako stopped near her drums, turning back towards Rinko as she brought both of her hands together in a praying motion.

“S-she can, but…” Rinko started to set up her keyboard as she carried on the conversation. “I don’t know when.”

“We’ll figure it out, it’s a permanent raid!” Ako plopped down at her drums.

“Y-you’re right…” Rinko finished setting up her keyboard.

Yukina grabbed a mic stand and carried it to her center spot. “Are we ready to begin?” She asked, looking between her band members.

“Yeah!” Ako pumped one fist in the air, drumstick clenched tightly in it. Rinko merely nodded.

Yukina’s eyes landed on Lisa last, clearer than they had been earlier.

“I’m ready.”

The corner of Yukina’s lip lifted slightly, into the slightest hint of a smile. Lisa’s heart thudded strangely in her chest. “Very well, let’s start with Ringing Bloom.”

Lisa quickly dispelled the feeling, moved her hands to the right starting positions. Then they were off, playing the piano centric tune. It made sense to work on this song, since it could be useful to practice it without the guitar.

In this song, Lisa had another chance to listen to Rinko play. How much she had improved was even easier to hear in the solos, in the long exposed piano features.

They played the song through multiple times, stopping once to adjust the balance. By the end of the fourth time, Lisa’s fingers were starting to hurt. That was unusual, since she could usually play for longer without any pain. She ignored it and kept playing.

Then they moved on to a different song. This time it was R. Yukina probably chose it for the same reason as Ringing Bloom, since it could be helpful to practice it without the guitar.

The bass line in this song was far more complicated than the one in Ringing Bloom.

The first time through Lisa was able to play it properly. She tried to use an improved technique from practice, but it was hard to do at full tempo. She would need to keep working on it in order to improve.

As they started to play the song for a second time, Lisa’s fingers again twinged with pain. It was her right hand this time, the one plucking the strings. She shook her hand out for a moment, resuming playing almost immediately.

This play through of R was not so smooth. Though Lisa tried her best, she messed up multiple times during the song. She just barely out of time, usually behind. It almost threw off Ako, who often listened to the bass line and looked to Lisa for cues.

Yukina stopped the song midway through with a wave of her hand. “Watch the tempo.” She said, and started it again from the top.

Lisa was able to keep up this time, but she knew she wasn’t playing her best. It was the opposite, she was playing badly. She knew it, but she couldn’t seem to play any better. Each note felt worse than the last.

No matter how fast she moved her fingers across the strings, the sound wasn’t improving. As the song went on, her face and neck felt hot. Tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, held in by sheer willpower. She couldn’t cry here, she wouldn’t.

How frustrating it was, to practice for hours on end and still achieve nothing. To come early and rehearse this very song, only for it to go this badly.

Yukina stopped the song again. Her eyes were narrowed as she turned, but widened when they met Lisa’s. For a moment, nobody spoke.

“We should take a break.” Rinko broke the silence, which Lisa was both grateful for and mortified by. Everyone could hear how poorly she was playing. They all knew.

Yukina broke her gaze away from Lisa. “15 minutes.”

Rinko muttered a quiet thanks, then turned to Ako and asked her to go help get drinks. Ako shrugged, but complied. The two had soon left the room.

This left Lisa alone with Yukina. The vocalist hadn’t moved since calling the break.

Lisa turned away from her and started to lift her bass strap over her head, but flinched in pain as she did so. Her fingers, which had merely ached before, had hurt when pressure was applied. Lisa quickly looked down at her hand, and gasped.

Her right index finger, the one she used to play, had a small blister developing on it. Lisa hadn’t had blisters like these since she first joined Roslia, a couple years ago. They were quite unpleasant and, if burst, potential points of infection.

Lisa used her other hand to take off her bass, then knelt down by her bag for something to cover the blister. She had some bandaids, which should do the trick. She wrapped one around the blister carefully, making sure to cover it fully. This would stop it from growing and potentially bursting while she played.

“Is everything alright?” Yukina’s voice called from behind her.

Lisa took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. She composed her lips into a smile, as real as she could muster. She stood from her bag and turned towards her vocalist.

“Yeah, thanks Yukina.”

Yukina was frowning, seemingly unpleased with the response. Her eyes flicked for a moment to Lisa’s now bandaged finger. “I was thinking,” she said, sounding more uncertain than usual. “We should spend some extra time practicing this weekend, just the two of us.” Her tone was light, unlike her words.

Lisa’s heart froze in her chest, and somehow thundered at the same time. After how badly she played today, she knew what this was about. She knew why Yukina wanted to practice together. The emotions she had shoved aside came back full force, the stress and frustration she felt.

What Yukina was suggesting was unheard of, she didn’t practice with just one of her band members. She didn’t baby them, didn’t shelter them. For her to do that now, Lisa couldn’t fathom it. No, this was to see if Lisa was good enough to continue.

If Yukina thought they needed to practice one on one, then Lisa was even worse than she thought.

After all of her practicing, all of her work for the band, she wasn’t good enough. She couldn’t make it. She didn’t belong in Roselia. Her years of devotion didn’t matter.

Roselia was reaching for the top. Lisa had been trying to catch up, but it felt like Yukina had already left her behind. She would never be good enough; this was just the first step. Soon Yukina would cut her loose, replace her with someone better. Lisa refused to wait for that day.

“If I’m that bad, you should replace me.”

Lisa’s words were ice cold, in an attempt to conceal emotions that were struggling for release. No matter how hard she worked, for the band or for Yukina, it was never enough.

If she stayed here, tears were inevitable. Even after what just happened, she wouldn’t cry, not in front of Yukina.

Yukina had lifted one hand towards her, mouth open as if to speak. Her eyes shook with surprise.

Lisa turned towards the door, unwilling to look at her for even a moment longer and leaving her bass behind as she fled the studio. Yukina called after her, Lisa’s name ringing like a bell from her lips, but she ignored her.

She swept past Rinko and Ako, who were returning with a tray of drinks. Ako tried to stop her, but Lisa insisted that she just needed some air as she passed.

She left through the front doors of Circle, took a deep breath of fresh air, and allowed a tear to drip down her cheek.

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Lisa was sitting at a picnic table outside of Circle, with her head resting against her arms. She had been there for about five minutes, venting her emotions onto the hard wood surface.

She had her back to Circle’s entrance; she didn’t want to see if anyone left. She knew she’d have to go back for her bass, but that could wait until later. Much, much later.

Lisa sighed deeply, sitting up and wiping her eyes. Her anger had faded, leaving heavy sour guilt in its place. Running out of Roselia practice, running away from Yukina like that, was a mistake. She had let her frustration get the better of her, allowed herself to act rashly.

Lisa thought she was done running away from her problems. She thought she was decent at the bass too, but not everything she thought about herself was true.

Behind her, Lisa could hear the sound of Circle’s sliding doors opening. She didn’t look at them.

Instead, Lisa buried her face back in her arms. Only children believed that if they couldn’t see the world, then the world couldn’t see them. Still, Lisa hoped for it to be true.

A set of footsteps slowly approached, proving that Lisa could certainly still be seen. They stopped next to her, as the person climbed into the bench to her right. They didn’t say anything, but even without looking Lisa knew who it was.

She turned her head a little to the right, opening her eyes slightly. Golden eyes, slightly red around the edges, looked back at her.

For a moment, neither said anything.

Yukina inhaled slowly, and then spoke. “Lisa?” That one word, the gentle way Yukina said her name, was enough to send Lisa spiraling all over again.

She sat up, looking dead ahead. “I… I’m sorry.” Her breathing felt ragged, like it was out of her control. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Lisa felt a slight pressure on her right arm. She turned her head slowly, looking down at the spot. Yukina’s hand rested gently against her arm. Lisa’s eyes moved from her hand up to her eyes, which felt like they could pierce right through her. “Will you tell me what happened?”

Lisa’s lower lip trembled as she searched for a response. All of her frustration over the last week, all of the time and effort she spent practicing for Roselia, it had been bubbling beneath the surface. Yukina’s question had just been the final straw.

“I just…” Lisa started, then stopped and had to try again. “Everyone in Roselia is amazing, and is learning so much this year. I feel like…I haven’t improved at all.” Yukina watched silently as she spoke, expression unchanging. Lisa swallowed hard; the next words were difficult. “With me as the bassist, Roselia will never reach the top.”

That was it, the heart of her fears and worries. That she was holding the band back, that they would never succeed with her in it.

Now Yukina’s eyes softened, as she reached down to lift Lisa’s hand with hers. “We wouldn’t be Roselia without you.”

Lisa’s hand was trembling now too, beyond her control. “Y-you’re just saying that. Any decent bassist could play my part.” She used her free hand to wipe her cheeks, pushing back the tears that she was forcing not to fall.

“It’s not just about the bass.” Yukina ran one finger softly over the bandaid from earlier, sending a shudder down Lisa’s spine. “Lisa, you hold Roselia together. You do so much for this band, for…” She paused for a moment, biting her lip. “I can’t stop you if you insist, but please, don’t leave.” The last words were almost a plea, a request that rang through the open air.

Even if she wanted to, Lisa couldn’t say no to that. When Yukina asked her to do something, when her best friend sat this close to her and looked at her with those eyes, Lisa’s heart had no power to refuse.

Lisa had clearly misunderstood Yukina’s question earlier, when she had asked for extra practice. She had jumped to conclusions, and she had hurt them both.

She quickly wiped an escaped tear away, though now they fell from a different emotion. “Of course I’ll stay.” Lisa said through a watery smile. “I want to stay.” She asserted with a stronger voice, making sure that Yukina knew that. “I’m sorry that I snapped at you.”

Yukina was smiling now too. She shook her head, “It’s alright, I should’ve been more considerate.” She released Lisa’s hand. It felt cold without her, and she wanted to reach forward to stop Yukina from pulling away.

“You’ve been plenty considerate right now.” Lisa commented, pushing that intrusive thought about hand holding aside. “I’m impressed.”

Yukina’s cheeks, usually untouched by emotion, flushed slightly pink. “Rinko helped me prepare.” Now Lisa wanted to reach up and touch that cheek, to brush the back of her hand against it and feel how warm it had become. She suppressed the urge, as she always did, turning her thoughts to her quiet band mate.

Rinko always had been the most emotionally astute member of the band. After all, she had been the one to call for a break and leave the two of them alone in the first place.

“I see, well we shouldn’t keep her waiting then.” Lisa rose from the bench, tapping her cheeks twice to compose herself. “Ready to head back in?”

Yukina stood as well. “Yes, Roselia has much to work on.”

As the two started to walk back towards the building, Lisa realized this was the first time she had spent more than a few minutes with Yukina for a while. They had both been so busy, they pretty much only saw each other at practice.

Maybe one on one practice wasn’t such a bad idea, if she got to see Yukina more. She did need the extra time practicing, which would be even more productive if they did it together. Yukina hadn't been insinuating anything by it, so maybe it wasn't a bad idea.

“About that practice session.” Lisa said as they reached the door to the studio, stopping Yukina dead in her tracks. “Does Saturday evening work?” She knew from the master calendar that it would.

“I’ll come over at 7:00.”

Next Chapter

#bang dream fanfiction #bandori fanfiction #yukilisa #lisayuki #imai lisa #minato yukina #shirokane rinko #earning that ship tag this chapter #oh god this chapter #i worked so hard on this #it contains my entire soul #my yukilisa soul which has been dormant for like two years

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patpran · 4 years

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i wasn't implying that it was up to us personally to educate them, but as a collective almost? maybe I'm doing a terrible job at explaining it, it's also late here so my brains terrible at words(get some sleep bby, pls stay healthy) but my dash is covered in I'll never support tay/kristo/new again and it just seems to be straight to cancelling them rather than education. you're reply was so astute and knowledgeable. im really grateful for your thoughts on this matter. - cancel culture anon

ah i get where you’re coming from, and i guess aggressively telling them they’re wrong could be a form of education too..... djdfksddj and thank u i got a whopping 3 hours of sleep! & to be fair the krist homophobia thing has been a known issue for the past 3(?) years, so it is fair to “cancel” krist because he has been repeatedly provided avenues to apologise yet it never came. for me i’m absolutely cool with telling singto to suck a massive COCK if he doesn’t apologise. there are jokes done in poor taste, then there are jokes like his and krist’s that are so beyond disgusting it’s really not forgivable till you apologise and maybe donate your life’s earnings to sexual assault-related charities....... am i kidding? honestly, don’t know anymore at this juncture in my life

+ here are some asks that were in respond to yours? haha

Yeah i'm not a huge fan of the whole "educate them!" thing either. Me, a 19 year old, needs to tell a 25+ year old why r*pe jokes are bad? Why you shouldn't make gross jokes about your friend? Like sure cancel culture bad etc, but i don't see why i should educate these grown men in basic human decency when they could, i don't know, educate themselves? (but also tell me why we need to educate them in the first place like hello, how can you not know r*pe is BAD)

yeaaah i feel that lol that was a FUCKED joke.... can u even call it a joke..... my God

Why do we have to educate them? Most of them are rich they have Internet they are surrounded by lgbt+ people and women everyday They should know already and if they don’t then they can listen to people’s anger and educate themselves If they decide that they aren’t going to then they can fuck off for all I care because if they can’t respect people enough to understand why the shit they said was wrong then they don’t deserve to be celebrities

i agree wholeheartedly but i’m also going to add that a lot of LGBT people in the entertainment industry (be it in thailand, or elsewhere. it’s most prevalent in thailand, though) are relegated to comedic relief or just absolute caricatures in media. and i think a lot of LGBT people (i’m talking trans women and gay men who are on the more feminine side) in the entertainment industry have internalised this narrative. from watching thai interviews and all, it’s as if LGBT people in the industry bring some of these fictional stereotypes into reality shows as well... so yeah.... not wonderful... & therefore i’m not sso ure the LGBT people in the industry may do much to help dispel their ignorance (when it comes down to stereotypes). even so, it’s still their responsibility to educate themselves. especially when thailand is this open

#bread answers #tw homophobia #tw rape #discourse

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plainsight6578 · 3 years

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Kuroo with a depressed bf

A/N: ya boi is going through it rn so im writing this as comfort. Reader is technically male, but no pronouns are used so it could be gn too.

TW: depression

When you didn’t show up to early morning practice, he wasn’t immediately panicked. He figured you probably overslept or were running late.

He texted you, joking about you sleeping through your alarms.

He really started panicking when you didn’t show up to any of your classes though (even though he didn’t express it), and you weren’t replying to any of the texts he sent you. It was unlike you to skip school, so he knew it had to be something serious.

He didn’t spam you with text messages, but he did sent a few along the lines of ‘where r u?’ ‘r u ok?’ ‘Y/N pls reply :(((’ ‘is everything ok?’

After the day ended, he decided to come visit you. He’d assumed that you had to be sick to not only skip school but also ignore all his messages. He lowkey was worried, since, if anything was wrong you’d text him beforehand.

He’d also just missed you in general, so he grabbed your favourite snack at a nearby convenience store and made his way to your house.

When he knocked your door, your mother answered. Kuroo explained the reason for his visit, and she informed him that you were in your room.

When Kuroo reached your room, he knocked at the door and asked, “guess who?” in a playful tone.

When you didn’t reply, he threw open the door with a, “surprise!!!” and a wide smile to greet you.

“Leave.” You mumbled. Kuroo could barely distinguish what you said through the piles of blankets you were hiding under.

Your phone was thrown on the floor on the other side of your room, which had turned into a complete garbage dump. Clothes laid everywhere and there was a mountain of used cups and dirty plates on your table.

His smile shrank as the he took the view in. You would never let your room get this messy. You’d always made sure your room was at least presentable.

Seeing Kuroo’s expression, you only further buried yourself in your blankets, covering your face.

“Oi, Y/N, what the hell happened here?” Kuroo asked

“Please... Leave,” you pleaded. It was hard for you to even let those words out but the last thing you wanted was for Kuroo to see you in your pathetic state of depression.

Kuroo could almost hear the exhaustion in your voice.

In an instant, he crouched down next to your bed and lightly laid his hand on your shoulder (or, where it would’ve been if not for the layers of blankets covering you).

“Hey, kitten, what’s wrong?” His voice was a lot softer now, and when you looked into his eyes you couldn’t bare to tell him to leave again.

“I just...” It would have taken far too much energy to explain all that was going through your head right now, so you just sighed.

You opened your arms and made some space for Kuroo on the bed. He understood the invitation, “will this help you feel better?”

“I don’t know... It’s better than having nothing, no one...” you replied.

With that, he climbed on the bed, engulfing you in his long arms.

You two laid like that for the rest of the day, with Kuroo rambling on about how his day was, how hectic practice was without you there to help him keep Yamomoto in check, with you offering small chuckles in return.

Bonus:

When you started feeling better, better enough to at least sit up and participate in the conversation with Kuroo, you eventually explained parts of what was going on.

He listened intently. You were such a bright person, constantly there to cheer Kuroo up, he couldn’t believe your wonderful brain was making you think bad things about yourself.

He only respected you so much more, now that he knew you were battling with all of this and you still managed to be the amazing person that you were.

When you were done talking, he kissed a promise to take care of you whenever you felt like this onto your forehead.

A/N: PLSSSS IM SUCH A SLUT FOR THE NICKNAME ‘KITTEN’ LIKE JGHFJGHA IS THIS A LITTLE CLICHE? CAN YOU TELL ITS SUPER SELF-INDULGENT? ANYWAYS HOPE YALL LIKED IT TYSM FOR READING UWU <3. Also this is my first ever reader insert like this uwu so pls do leave feedback if you have any!

#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu reader insert

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Sleepover (Friends Forever)

Title: Sleepover (Friends Forever) Summary: Jo Harvelle considers you one of her closest friends. Little does she know, your feelings for her go a lot deeper than just friendship. Based on ‘Sleepover’ by Hayley Kiyoko. Pairing: Jo Harvelle x Fem!Reader Warnings: light angst/pining, some swearing, ends with fluff Word Count: 2.7k

note; pride month may be over but i’m still gay. also this does not fit into the canon timeline at all, i realise that, just go with it pls lmao

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“Hey, can you help me with my zip?” Jo asked, holding up her dress as she ducked her head into the room. Your head shot up, and you swallowed hard before nodding.

“Y-yeah, of course,” you said, forcing a smile to your face as you stepped into the bathroom where Jo was getting ready. Your brothers, Sam and Dean, were working a case against a particularly powerful warlock and needed someone to seduce him. As their little sister, they insisted that you were out of the question (despite your protests), but Jo was all too happy to volunteer - it gave her a chance to get out of the bar and finally get in some hunting, much to Ellen’s ire.

Such thoughts fled your mind as Jo turned around, sweeping her long hair away from her neck as she ducked her head. You rested a hand on her shoulder, your touch featherlight over her warm skin as you dragged up the zip with shaking fingertips. After clasping it, you stepped away like her touch burned you. And in a way, it did - Jo was like the sun. Bright, beautiful, and sure to cause you pain if you let yourself get too close. Of course, it might have been too late for that.

“Thanks,” she said, casting you a grin as she turned to the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair, sighing. “Do y’reckon you could work some miracles with my hair, as well?” she asked. “I might know my way around a gun, but a curling iron? A little out of my league,” she remarked, and you laughed.

“Mine too,” you admitted. Not the only thing out of my league, your mind added wistfully, watching as Jo tossed her hair back over her shoulder, so carelessly beautiful you couldn’t help but stare. You lowered your gaze. “But I’ll try. Here, sit down,” you said, dragging a chair into the room that Jo promptly plopped herself onto. The curling wand was already heated, so you ran your fingers lightly through her long tresses, the gold strands spilling like silk through your fingertips. You ignored the warmth of her body as she leaned back against your waist, closing her eyes as your fingertips gently parted her hair.

“Feels nice,” she murmured, eyes falling closed and a contented smile gracing her features.

“It’s easier when the other party’s not struggling,” you said with a laugh, and her eyebrows creased in puzzled amusement.

“Sounds like there’s a story there,” she prompted, and you couldn’t bite back your grin as you curled a lock of her hair around the wand, holding it there for a moment before letting it fall down in a neat coil.

“Back when we were kids… Dean was off on a hunt with Dad, and I needed someone to play princesses with. Sam stepped up - but he didn’t realise that entailed a makeover, as well,” you said, smiling fondly at the memories as you picked up another section of hair. “I think he still has the scars.”

Jo laughed, a sound that made your heart leap along with the sparkle of delight in her eyes.

“I’d pay good money to see that,” she said.

“Wish I could help you out, but Sam burned all the pictures I took with my shitty little disposable camera,” you informed her, and she pouted playfully.

“Too bad,” she lamented. You nodded, letting the last piece of hair fall as you grabbed a hairbrush from the sink. Jo hummed as you ran it through her hair, and you ignored the way her smile made your heart race. Wasn’t it just your luck to have a crush on a straight girl?

Well, it wasn’t like the Winchesters, in general, had particularly good luck with women - you supposed you could’ve drawn a shorter straw than this.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Jo asked, raising an inquisitive brow and jolting you from your thoughts. You shook your head.

“N-nothing. There, all done,” you said, putting down the brush as you stepped back and squirted a fine mist of hair spray over your work. Jo half frowned, not convinced, but let it go as she got to her feet and ruffled her hair. Her frown was erased with a pleased grin.

“It looks great! Thanks!” she exclaimed, shooting you a cheeky smile that lit up her whole face and ignited a wave of swirling butterflies in your stomach. You cleared your throat, smiling back tamely as you tried to stop yourself from imagining those soft, smiling lips meeting yours.

Not gonna happen, you reminded yourself. She’s not interested. Stop it.

Her face fell, and she sent a stern look your way, folding her arms and leaning against the wall.

“Okay, come on. Something’s wrong. What is it?” she demanded, her voice taking on a hard edge. You laughed dryly.

“It’s nothing,” you insisted, and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re being weird. Spill.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing - really. Just… feeling a bit alone, I guess,” you said vaguely, and Jo’s mouth curved into a sympathetic frown. She reached forward, her hand finding yours, warm and soft and firm as her fingers twined with your own.

“Well, you’re not. You’ve got me. Friends forever, right? Us girls gotta stick together,” she said, winking at you. An empty smile stretched over your face, contrary to the aching in your chest.

“Right. Friends forever,” you murmured. How were you supposed to explain that even when she held your hand, there was no erasing the blue feeling that had overtaken you? Every one of her smiles, her carefree laughs and affectionate touches had you wishing, longing for something she could never give you - how were you supposed to explain that to her without making her feel uncomfortable? You cared about her - god, you cared about her so much, and you couldn’t risk losing that - couldn’t risk ‘making it weird.’

“You ready?”

Dean’s voice rang from the bedroom, and Jo looped her arm with yours and dragged you in with her. Your brother whistled when he saw Jo, his eyes raking her up and down, and you fought back the urge to roll your eyes. She smirked, pulling away from you to twirl once for him. He raised his eyebrows, licking his lips once before shaking his head.

“Damn, Jo. You clean up nice,” he remarked stiffly, and she threw him a flirty wink that made your heart sink. Of course she was interested in your brother - that seemed to be just your luck. The cherry on top of the cake, as it were.

“I know,” she replied confidently, before spinning back to you with bright eyes. “C’mon, let’s go gank this son of a bitch,” she said, and you gulped, nodding nervously and snatching your gun from where you’d left it on the bed.

“Right. Let’s go.”

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“Well, that was easy!” Jo exclaimed as the two of you stumbled back to her bedroom, exhausted and sticky with sweat and splatters of blood. You chuckled, kicking off your boots and peeling off your socks as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“I’ll say - did you see his face when you pulled that knife on him? I’ve never seen a guy so torn between panic and arousal,” you snickered, and she beamed.

“Damn right,” she said brightly. “But did you see yourself in there? I think I had some competition,” she teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, right. Too bad for him, I don’t play for his team,” you said with a laugh, before freezing as you realised exactly what words had fled your adrenaline-fuelled mouth. She paused, and you could see her mind racing behind her eyes as she quirked an interested eyebrow.

“R-really?” she asked, voice soft, teeth tugging on her lower lip as she appraised you thoughtfully. You kicked yourself.

Fuck, your brain hissed. Fuck fuck fuck - you made it weird, right on, Y/N. Look at how she’s looking at you! You done fucked up!

You smiled nervously. “I- um- I mean-” You sighed - there was no use trying to cover it up, now. “Well, yeah. That’s… is that okay?” Your voice was timid, and it seemed to snap her from her thoughts.

“Yeah, of course!” she was quick to assure you. “You’re still Y/N - friends forever and all that, right?” she said, tone a little too bright to be genuine. You felt a pit in your stomach, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Friends forever,” you mumbled. “Look, um… can you not mention it to Sam and Dean just yet? I haven’t really told them, and…”

Jo’s all-too-bright smile fell into one of empathy, and she stepped forward to touch your shoulder, fingertips lingering a little too long on your arm as she ran her hand soothingly down its side. Her touch sent shivers down your spine and raised goosebumps on your skin, and you were grateful for the long-sleeved flannel that hid your reaction to her caress.

“I get it,” she said quietly, and there was a raw, turbulent sincerity in her eyes that you couldn’t quite place. She cleared her throat, ducking her head and shaking it once before her eyes met yours again, composed and steady. “I won’t mention it.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, and the two of you held eye contact, caught in a lingering moment of peace and familiarity that seemed to belong only to the both of you. You were lost in her eyes, wide and warm, only accentuated by the smudge of black eyeliner beneath them. She’d sweat off most of the makeup she’d been wearing for the case, leaving only a hint of smeared red lipstick fading from her lips and the faint, glittery sheen of highlight on her cheekbones, blending into the sweat that had her hair clinging to her temples.

She was beautiful.

You were startled out of your reverie when you heard a rapping at Jo’s bedroom door, and the two of you quickly drew away. Jo crossed her arms defensively, sighing, before responding;

“Come in!” she called, voice laced with irritation. The door swung open to reveal Sam, whose eyes sought yours.

“Sorry. Y/N, Dean and I are ready to head off when you are,” he declared, and you sighed.

“Just let me shower first,” you muttered, but Jo was quick to interject.

“Why don’t you stay here the night? There’s plenty of room, no need to rush off right away,” Jo protested, before shooting you a sly smile. “Besides, Y/N and I have plenty of catching up to do.”

Sam shrugged. “Sounds good to me - I’ll let Dean know,” he said, smiling once before turning away and letting the door fall shut behind him. As you heard his footsteps fade, Jo looked to you.

“Well, I dunno about you, but I’m ready for a shower,” she declared.

“Dibs next,” you replied, a smile stretching over your face. “Should I go find an air mattress or something while you’re busy?”

She scoffed. “Why would you need that? My bed’s plenty big for both of us. Watch out, though - I hog the covers,” she said, winking before walking into the bathroom, the door swinging shut in time with the sway of her hips. You blinked. She wasn’t… she wasn’t flirting with you, was she?

You quickly shook the thought away. No - impossible. You were reading too deeply into things. There was no way she… not after she’d looked at Dean like that… no. She wasn’t flirting - just being friendly, you thought decisively, settling back onto the bed and scrolling through your phone as you waited.

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By the time you’d both cleaned up, you were all but dead on your feet - as easy as it might have been, a hunt was a hunt - exhausting. You stumbled to the bed with leaden feet, running your fingers through your damp hair as you collapsed next to Jo, sliding under the covers and swallowing back the butterflies as Jo curled in close to you, her body heat quickly warming you up far more effectively than the steam of the shower. You felt nervous sweat prickle on the back of your neck as her legs wound with yours, bare skin on bare skin.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a sleepover,” she mused, and you laughed.

“Me neither,” you whispered, voices soft in the darkness cloaking the room. “What do people even talk about?”

She shrugged, chewing her lower lip as she considered. A mischievous grin crossed her face, and she nudged you playfully. “I know. Who do you have a crush on?” she asked in a teasing, sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes, hoping to cover up the panic that had flared in your chest at the question.

“Me? I think I should be asking you,” you countered, giving her a knowing smile and fighting to keep your voice even. Her brow furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

You raised an inquiring eyebrow. “I saw the looks between you and Dean. What’s going on there?” you asked, forcing yourself to keep your tone casual. Jo stared at you for a moment, before the comfortable silence was broken by the loud peals of her laughter.

“You- you think I like Dean?” she demanded. “No no no no no, I mean, we flirt sometimes, but- it’s nothing like that,” she chuckled. “There is a certain Winchester I happen to like a great deal, though,” she said, a shy smile spreading over her lips. Your brows shot your hairline.

“Sam? Really?” you asked in surprise, and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. You made a face. “My dad?”

She slapped you playfully. “No, you idiot!” she said in exasperation. You looked at her expectantly.

“What? Then… who?” you asked, overwhelmed in your cluelessness. She rolled her eyes, but her playful demeanour turned tentative and nervous as she prolonged her silence. You saw her swallow, pressing her lips together as her fingers nervously fiddled with the bedsheet. The springs creaked as she shifted closer, the two of you almost chest to chest when she finally raised her gaze.

“Take a guess,” she whispered, before leaning forward to seal her lips to yours.

You froze against her mouth, and she drew back anxiously, but as soon as her lips left your own you were leaning forward to catch them again. She smiled into the kiss, her mouth soft on yours, tasting of mint toothpaste as your hand found her waist over the thin cotton fabric of her sleep shirt. Jo hummed pleasantly, her hand moving to rest on your cheek and her thumb smoothing over your skin as her tongue found yours, playing a teasing game of touch-and-go that had your heart racing and your hands shaking as you lost yourself in the taste of her, in the soft press of her body against yours. You could smell the apple scent of her shampoo, the freshly laundered smell of her clothes as she ran her hand down from your cheek to find a home at your neck, sneaking around to thread through your hair as she tilted your chin back so she could move her lips to your jaw, kissing down your throat…

Pulling back breathlessly, you exchanged astonished smiles as your chest quickly rose and fell, desperate for the air it had been deprived of during your sweet kiss.

“I-I thought you were straight,” you managed to gasp, and Jo’s face twisted in amusement.

“Did that seem straight to you?” she teased, raising your hand to her lips and grazing a kiss over your knuckles. “‘Sides, I thought you were straight.”

You snorted, and she grinned, her hand moving down to rest on your hip as she leaned in and rested her forehead against yours. Although the two of you were blanketed in the night, the room felt the furthest thing from dark - Jo still shone like the sun, her touch burning and her eyes gleaming bright with passion as they found yours.

“What happened to friends forever?” you breathed, and Jo smirked.

“I can think of something better,” she whispered, before surging forward to kiss you.

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