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[missingexaltation]

Wayne coming home to find the boys viciously and LOUDLY arguing and immediately getting ready to a) throw that Harrington boy out on his ear and b) be a shoulder for Eddie to cry on.

As soon as he walks through the door the Harrington boy gestures at him and screeches "TELL HIM WHAT YOU TOLD ME", and Eddie just crumples in on himself in shame, refusing to look at anyone.

Wayne standing there listening to Steve rant about how 'he doesn't care about kids or marriage or any of that shit' and how he's going to throttle Eddie for trying to break up with him because he thinks he's trailer trash and therefore has nothing to offer Steve in the long run.

Wayne excusing himself to get ready for bed, chuckling to himself as he realises that 'that Harrington boy' is gonna be around for a long time, and he's actually good with that.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #steddie #i can see Wayne being completely aloof and distant with King Steve 'The Hair' Harrington until he shows that he puts Eddie first #and then realising that his boy is actually in good hands and backing off completely #Wayne Munson is a god tier parent...no i don't take criticism #(Eddie thinks he's being practical but he's just scared shitless bless him) #Steve is in full 'shut the fuck up and listen to me while i aggressively tell you how amazing you are' mode and it's terrifying #how the fuck did this get 1k notes #and now 2k notes wtf...thanks guys! #3k Holy shit #This post is sponsored by 4k notes #5k notes omfg...it's an honour to be on this hellsite #6k nightmare 😂 #7k superstar #8k baby! #9k nugget! 😄

[msgexymunson]

The Ink Shop Part 2

Description: After your encounter with Eddie, things are beginning to get a bit more complicated; especially when you ask him for another little favour. But, will Eddie go for it? 

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI this ain't for you, angst, tiny bit of fluff, smut, fem oral receiving, male masturbation.

A/N: OK when I said this will be in 3 parts I lied, it's totally going to be at least 4, maybe 5! Thank you for the love you've shown the first part, it's incredible! You're superstars. 

❤️ If you like it please comment and reblog, it really makes my day!❤️

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Masterlist Part 1

For some reason, the shop seems more welcoming today than ever. It might be the fact that the sun is shining, it might be the radio seemingly playing all your favourite songs, or it might be last night. Either way, you feel loose and free, laughing at jokes, smiling at everyone, and genuinely just happier. 

Eddie saunters in thirty minutes late and you barely notice, apart from flashing him a bashful smile. 

“Well hello there sweetheart, you seem chipper today.”

You roll your eyes at the obvious insinuation, but your smile is warm. “I had a good night's sleep, that's all.” 

“Bet you did,” he grins, “you look real pretty.” 

Looking down, you consider your outfit; you'd decided enough of the corporate clothes, this is a tattoo shop after all. So, you'd paired a roll neck sweater with a short jean skirt and sneakers. A more relaxed outfit to go with a more relaxed attitude. Before you can say anything in reply he strolls over to his station. 

Right, so a few jabs, but he's being nonchalant. So put it out of your mind.

The morning moves quickly, a messy blur of clients and phone calls. After a fast lunch, the shop finally calms down a little. When you're focusing on sorting the mess of the heavy bookings tome in front of you, Eddie approaches, mischief glinting in his eyes. 

“I see London, I see France…” 

You follow his bowed head and cross your legs in sheer embarrassment, realising a sliver of your panties must be on display. 

“Eddie!” 

He simply laughs, throwing his head back far enough that your gaze drifts to his Adam's apple. 

“Sorry, I couldn't resist, I'm a big fan of this skirt,” he says, drinking you in with his eyes, “anyway I wanted to ask-” 

His sentence is stopped however by the loud ringing of the old corded phone. You and Eddie share a look, yours begging and his smug. Before you can grab it, he picks up the phone, putting on a ridiculous British accent. 

“Good Afternoon, London Underground Airways, this is your captain speaking- Oh shit Mac- Yeah she's- I know I'm not supposed to answer- Sorry I- Fine, here.” He brandishes the phone at you. 

“Hello? Oh, of course I'll let them know- I understand- It'd be my pleasure- see you soon.” replacing the receiver, you make a note on the pad at your side. 

“What'd he say?” Eddie asks, hovering over you. 

Not giving him the satisfaction of a look, you continue to make your note, however perfunctory it may be. “Mac's going to be a little late, he told me to tell his next client.” 

“He said my name, I heard it. What'd he say?” 

Placing your pen down with a loud click, you turn to him. 

You tell him as you smile smugly. “He told me to hit you for answering the phone.”

If anything, his grin grows broader. “Oh? Go on then princess, I'd hate for you to break the rules.” He turns his face, no doubt expecting a cuff to the back of the head.

Spinning on your stool, you slap him right across the cheek; not with all your strength, but certainly hard enough to remember. Eddie's face is a picture of shock, pink handprint already flushing his cheek. 

But that just makes his smile wider. 

“Harder.” He asks, eyes flashing arousal at you. 

“Eddie!” you shout, pushing him away, but his laugh echoes through the shop. Before he has a chance to continue, a burly biker type walks right in the door. 

“Good afternoon, can I help you?” 

“Yeah, It's Jimmy, I'm here for Mac?” 

“He's running a little late, but he'll be with you as soon as possible. Can I get you a coffee or something while you wait?” 

You can't help but hear a huff from Eddie, but before you can question it he's drawing in his book, entirely oblivious to the outside world. 

At the end of the day, you're tired, but still in fairly high spirits. It's the first time you've seen everyone in the shop at once. There's an edge to the air though, as if an expectation hangs over everyone. 

So… bar?” Mac asks in a defeated tone, although he's smiling. Everyone reacts; Eddie woops, pumping his fist, even the usually reserved Miranda is clapping quietly. You smile and nod, finally understanding what the atmosphere was about. 

As you all enter the dimly lit bar, chatting and laughing, you hear a low huff. 

“What did I do to deserve this?” John is standing behind the bar. An imposing figure, his arms crossed and face surly, but there's a kindness in his eyes. Mac leans straight over and hands him a card.  

“Easy John, I got this,” he chuckles. The card is accepted gratefully, the gruff demeanour lessening with the promise of payment. 

You accept a bottle of beer and slide into a nearby booth, the rest of the group filtering in. Mac walks over, eyes the space next to you, then grabs a stool to sit at the head of the table. It throws you for a minute; surely he knows he can sit there? Before you can tell him so, Eddie waltzes across the room with a tray of tequila shots and all the fixings with a cheeky look in his eyes. He slides right in next to you, tray and all, and places it on the table with exaggerated care. 

“Ladies, gentlemen.” He says, gesturing to the tiny glasses like an old timey butler. There's a succession of groans from the party, but despite this they all grab a shot. All except you. 

“I don't think I-” you begin, but he's waving a hand in the air. 

“Come on, you drink. It's a shot. Never had tequila before?” 

Fixing him with a sharp look, your cheeks begin to redden of their own accord. Eddie smirks and tosses his head back, hiding his eyes with one hand. 

“Shit princess, what did you do at college?” 

“Study.” You say primly, but take a glass tentatively and place it in front of you. 

“Right, so for the new guys…“ Eddie smiles right at you and licks his hand between his thumb and pointer finger. That hint of silver mesmerises you, the ball of his tongue piercing catching the light. It's almost sensual the way he does it, your eyes automatically following the movement of his tongue. “salt right here…” he sprinkles some on the spot he moistened, “then, lick, shoot, suck.” 

In a few fluid movements he licks the salt from his hand, downs the shot, and sticks a wedge of lime in his mouth. As your brain finally engages after that display, the little show that shouldn't have heated your insides up, you follow along, and take your shot with everyone else. It's easier than you would have thought, the lime easing the burn somewhat. 

Eddie squeezes your thigh under the table and whispers low enough for you to hear. 

“Good girl.” 

Shooting daggers with a simple look, he just smirks, leaving his hand on your bare leg as if challenging you. Dimly, you hear the echoes of a conversation in front of you; it's Julio, arguing about good tequila not needing salt and lime, but you're lost in the deep pools of Eddie's chocolate eyes.

For a moment, your body flashes red hot and you regret your choice of the high necked sweater. Tearing your eyes away you look at something, anything, but Eddie. 

The conversation drifts between all manner of subjects and you start to relax, the beer and tequila swimming in your belly loosening your tongue. It's nice, having a chance to chat and giggle with your coworkers in a setting not interrupted by the constant buzzing of tattoo machines. 

Julio and Chloe end up in a full scale argument about the karaoke machine in the corner. Before you're subjected to the horror of having to sing in public, you get up to grab another beer. Perching on a stool by the bar with your purse in hand, you're waiting patiently to be served. 

Eddie strolls over. You see him in your periphery; that confident walk as if he owns the very ground he walks on. Casually he hops up on the stool next to you, making no effort to hide the way he undresses you with his eyes. 

“Quit staring Eddie,” you say testily as you knock the bar with your bank card. 

“Now I can't look at you?” He asks with an amused grin. 

“I said quit staring, not quit looking,” you huff out. 

“What's the difference?” He asks, shrugging his shoulders and scrunching his nose at you.

You groan, turning on your stool to face him. “You are impossible,” 

He sticks his long tongue out childishly, flashing his piercing at you. 

Thankfully, John's voice cuts through the squabble. “What can I get you?”

“May I have a beer, please?” 

“You certainly may.” John cocks his thumb in your direction, addressing Eddie, “I like this one, she's polite. Don't scare her off.” 

Eddie dramatically holds his chest. “You wound me, sir!” 

Two beers are placed on the bar and John waves your card away. “Don't worry about it, Mac's treating you guys tonight.” 

As you swig your beer, you contemplate for a moment, trying to work out something.

“You're staring, sweetheart.” Eddie grins, as he gulps his drink. 

“I wasn't staring, I was thinking! I know that's a foreign concept to you.” It's catty, you know that, but he just seems to bring it out in you. No one else has annoyed you so much in your life just by… being. 

“That was rude. I thought we were playing nice?” he pouts playfully. 

“Sorry. I- Can I ask you something?” 

“Sure, shoot.” 

Turning to him, you speak what's on your mind. “Why do people get their tongues pierced? No one really sees it. I get like, nose and eyebrow piercings and stuff, but the tongue one I don't understand.” 

Eddie's grin is wide as he bites his bottom lip and stares at you. Well, you couldn't call it a grin. It's a flash of teeth, almost wolfish in its delivery. 

“Oh princess, you are too cute.” 

Staring at him with your brow furrowed, you try to work out what he means, but the longer you take, the more amused he looks. 

“What? What is it?” 

Sighing, he leans closer, the scent of aftershave, cigarettes and man clouding around you. “It's got a purpose, sweetheart.” 

“What, like, kissing?” 

Shaking his head, he looks you up and down. “Kinda. Kissing somewhere… specific.” 

Realisation breaks across your face, followed by a fierce blush that you can feel to the roots of your hair. Laughing, Eddie pulls away a little and takes a mouthful of beer. 

Voice an airy whisper, you lean over to him as you speak. “And girls like that?” 

His laugh is so loud it reverberates around the bar. 

“Yeah, a lot, in my experience.” 

“Oh.”

Well, the thought is there now, and you're pretty sure it won't ever go away, not without some sort of mind bleach. Eddie's head between your legs, his long tongue exploring your sex. The image is burned into the back of your brain, playing on a loop.

“You're looking a little hot there,” he says, as if he can read your thoughts. It's fair to say it wouldn't take a psychic to know what's rattling around your head right now. 

“I'm fine, this sweater is too warm,” you shake out, pressing your thighs together. 

“Liar.” 

Mouth opening and closing like a fish, you finally snap it shut with a crunch. Curiosity is eating away at you, and it's too easy to say what's on your mind after a couple of drinks. 

“Eddie, could you… tell me, what- what it's like?” 

He chuckles lightly and scoots closer to you. “you know I can't, I've not exactly had the pleasure.” 

“I know that, I mean…” 

For a second he just gapes at you. 

“Wait, princess, are you asking me to tell you or… show you?” 

Flustered, you turn away a little. “Sorry that's- that's too much isn't it. It's just you… did such a good job with the, you know, the other thing, I was just curious.” 

Eddie bites his lip, puffing out a little breath. “You know, flattery works with me. I did a good job, huh?” 

“Well, yeah. I can imagine you'd be really good at… that too. I could, owe you a favour?” It's bold, especially from you, but the way he's looking at you, the slight flush to his cheeks, you'd put money on him agreeing. 

Eddie stares at you incredulously. “Wait, you're saying you want me to stick my tongue in the holiest of holes and then you owe me a favour?” 

“Yeah? Like a little… arrangement.” 

He rubs his face with his hand, his voice muffled as he speaks. “I'd feel like I was taking advantage of you.” 

That confuses you for a moment. Surely you were the one who asked him? Hesitantly you reach out and touch soft fingertips to the back of his hand. 

“Please?” 

“Fuck.” He looks around, and turns to you, gazing into your eyes for a moment. 

“Fine. Right now.” 

“Oh I didn't-” 

“Listen, before I change my mind. Meet me out back. I'll tell the guys you're not feeling well and I'm taking you home.” 

Wordlessly, you grab your purse and head to the back door, heart hammering in your ears. It's a little dank out here, with the sound of a dripping pipe and moss covering the cement. Eddie comes out a moment later looking more serious than you've ever seen him. 

“You sure about this?” He asks, searching your eyes. 

‘Yeah, but…” you look around the small yard, gesturing vaguely. 

“Oh. Oh! You thought- oh Christ no, not here. I'm not a complete asshole. Come with me.”

Letting out a relieved breath, you follow him. He walks over to a gate in the fence and opens it, which leads down a narrow alleyway, a little shortcut between yards. That eventually opens up to another road with a couple of apartment blocks. The one he moves towards looks mostly clean, if a bit lifeless, with a creepy looking van parked out the front.

“This way sweetheart,” he says, leading you through the courtyard and to the stairs. 

For a second you stop in sheer surprise. 

“Wait, you live this close and you still manage to be late for work?” 

He chuckles, looking at you over his shoulder. “I have a condition, you know. Chronic tardiness; I'm afraid there's no cure.” 

You bat him on the arm playfully and he grasps your wrist, stopping on the stairs briefly, giving you a look that is wickedness personified. 

“If you're gonna hit me, do it properly.” 

“Eddie!” 

He laughs loud and grabs your hand, holding it in his until he reaches his door. That alone is enough to shut you up. It's warm and rough, and the feeling of his skin on yours, no matter how tiny, sends bolts of sensation through you. 

“Right, here is my castle,” he says as he opens the door and lets you inside. 

Chaos. That's the first word that crosses your mind. It doesn't look dirty, there's just things everywhere. A bookshelf stuffed with books and weird little trinkets placed any which way dominates one wall, and another on the other side with a huge music collection. There's a poky little kitchen with a couple of pots still in the sink, and a big couch with mismatched cushions takes up the remaining space. A tower of board games is precariously leaning next to it, and on the wall over the TV is an honest to goodness sword.

“It's nice,” you say as you walk in, as if you're not mentally organising it in your head. 

“You hate it.” He scoffs, pulling his boots off and dumping them by the door. 

“No, no, it's very… you.” 

“I stand by my previous statement.” He grins at you, clearly indicating he wasn't being entirely serious. 

“This is the bedroom.” He walks over and nudges the door open with his foot. Surprisingly, apart from an open clothes rail, an overflowing laundry hamper, and an enormous bed, there's not much in it. The wallpaper is a pretty purple colour, and looks oddly familiar. 

“Eddie isn't that the same wallpaper-” 

“-As the shop? Yeah. Mac let me have the leftovers. I was broke and this room was fucking pink.” 

You snort out a laugh; the thought of Eddie with a pretty pink bedroom was rather unbelievable.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I can live with purple.” He roots around and grabs a pair of sweats. “Make yourself comfortable, I'm gonna change real quick.” 

Then he walks out into another doorway, you assume the bathroom. The urge to snoop is real, but you resist. It looks like he spends less time here anyway. 

The question is, how comfortable are you supposed to make yourself? Nerves start settling in, the thought of what you've asked him to do is finally sinking its way into your mind and down your jangling spine. What if he doesn't like the underwear you're wearing? God, you've been at work all day, what if you smell bad? Or taste bad? What if- 

“You can sit down, princess.” 

Eddie saunters back in, shirtless, a pair of grey sweatpants hanging so low on his hips you see his cut groin. A little squeak hiccups out of your throat at the sight. You stay standing, ready to make your excuses and leave, but the signal hasn't reached your legs just yet. 

“What's wrong?” his eyes are brimming with concern as he steps toward you. 

“No I- I was- maybe this-” 

“Hey, look at me,” he says, grabbing both of your hands. You stare up at him, his face gentle. 

“Whatever you're worried about, I'm sure it's nothing.” 

“But i haven't showered-” 

“When did you last?” 

“Well… this morning.” 

“You're fine. Trust me.” 

He backs you up onto the bed, your knees folding as you flop down. The air around you feels full, humid with anticipation. He's so close, your bodies almost pressed together. 

“I wanna kiss you.” He says softly, stroking a lock of your hair out of your face. Heart leaping into your throat, you try to suppress the urge to lean forward. The last thing you need is to fall for this man. Chloe's words echo in your head; he's not boyfriend material.

He'll break your heart. 

“That's not part of our deal, Eddie.” 

A frown flickers across his face. It's just for a second, a flash of vulnerability, before his usual cocky smile returns. 

“That's not where I wanna kiss you.” He winks and tugs at your top, “can I take this off?” 

Nodding wordlessly, you help him and wriggle it up and over your head. 

“God damn.” Eddie props up on an elbow, running a finger between your breasts, before following the edge of your black cotton bra. 

He looks up at your face, grinning wide, and points at your neck; little purple marks adorn it. “That why you wore that sweater today?” 

Flushing crimson, you run fingers across your neck. 

“Yeah, you marked me Eddie. Not exactly discreet.” 

He chuckles, stroking the side of your neck. “Sorry sweetheart, I won't do it again. Well, not anywhere that anyone can see.” 

Heat floods your stomach, the stark realisation that you want him to mark you clings to your insides. If he notices your reaction he doesn't say, instead he leans toward you pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. 

“You're really pretty. I don't know if I said that before.” 

Awash with a new heat in your cheeks, you smile bashfully. “Thanks, I don't get told that very much.” 

Staring at you, he shakes his head.

“You should. You should be told every fucking day.” 

You open your mouth, but before you can reply he kisses your jaw, running his tongue down your neck, before he presses his mouth to the top of your breast, sucking roughly. A gasp flies out, and your hand makes a decision entirely on its own to grab his hair. 

It seems it was the right thing to do, judging by the deep groan that comes from him. It seems to spur him on, and he yanks the cup of your bra down, taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue teases it, rubbing his piercing over the pebbled nub.

“Oh Holy fuck!” Back arching with the foreign sensation, you revel in it, wriggling underneath him. He smirks against your skin, and takes your nipple between his teeth. Moaning loudly, you pull his hair. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” He looks up at you, pupils blown to black, “can’t hold back if you do that.” 

It's not a dare, but it tastes like one, and before you can think you're tugging at it again. Eddie's eyes roll back, and a hard look crosses underneath his eyes. 

His actions turn a little feral, pulling you up so he can unhook your bra, practically ripping it off you before his mouth is all over your chest, firm fingers digging into the flesh of your hip. 

“Fuck, Eddie” you stutter it out, voice laced with need. 

“Yeah?” He whispers out breathlessly between urgent kisses, making his way down your stomach. Suddenly he takes the flesh of your hip in his mouth and bites down little before sucking a bruise as you writhe under him. 

He reaches your skirt, hooking fingers into the waistband as he looks up at you, his tone urgent. “Can I?” 

As you nod frantically, he reacts immediately, yanking it down along with your underwear. 

“Fuck, look at you.” 

The urge to close your legs is real, embarrassed at the way he's ogling you right between your thighs. They quiver with tension, but Eddie forces them open with his large palms. 

“Don't hide from me. You still want this?” 

You nod, and his head snaps up to look at you. His voice is hard, swirling around your insides with an intensity you're not used to from him. 

“Say it. You need to say it.” 

‘Yes, please Eddie.” 

That satisfies him. He leans forward, breath ghosting over your clit. You're waiting for his mouth, his tongue, but that's not what happens. He inhales you, nose so close it's almost touching your sex. 

“Jesus Christ, you smell so fucking good.” 

“Eddie!” you cry it out, cringing at his words as you bury your face in your hands. 

“Relax princess, it's a compliment.” 

Before you can retort that it's not a compliment, it's weird, and he's a freak for saying it, it no longer matters. He's licking a fat stripe up the length of your pussy, long tongue pushing against you hard in an animal-like gesture. 

The noise that expels from your chest is inhuman, a choked, guttural breath that belongs in a cave somewhere, not a bedroom. 

He doesn't relent, his mouth exploring every inch of you with a ferality that has you tingling all the way to your toes. His fierce movements, accentuated by the bump of his piercing, have you nearly leaving the mattress. You're not sure if you're trying to get more, or move away. Not that it matters. His hands are holding you so firmly that all you can do is wriggle helplessly like a fish on a line. 

Fingers trace the outside of your entrance before they slide in, beckoning your release. Whimpering, you grasp the bedsheets in a need to keep contact with something real. 

“Talk to me,” he says between mind numbing messy kisses to your clit, “good, yeah?” 

“Eddie, f-fuck, its incredible, please, oh God, k-keep going!” 

You can practically feel the smirk on his face as he dives back in, suckling at your clit with an unmatched fervour, his tongue piercing flicking expertly as he does so. Suddenly, you're not creeping toward your release, you're being hurtled toward it, thrown into the depths of absolute pleasure. 

Hands finding their way into Eddie's hair again, you hold on tight, buckling up for the ride. It's almost violent the way he pulls your climax from you, and you scream loudly, almost folding in half before you fall back onto the bed. 

Eddie sits up, hands placed on your thighs, as he grins proudly, face shining with your slick. 

“You OK princess?” 

OK doesn't seem to cover it. You're panting wildly, each breath shallow and ragged, brain melted into soup. 

“Think you can go again?” 

That gets your attention. You sit up, gaping at him. “Again?” 

Chuckling, he runs a finger up your slit and circles your clit in a teasing manner. The slight touch has your thighs trembling. 

“I think you've got at least one more in you.” 

Without a further word he presses his tongue against you. On instinct you grip his hair once more, bucking your hips up. 

“Fuck, that's it sweetheart, ride my face.” 

This time he slips his tongue inside as his nose nudges at your clit, the thick muscle curling and writhing. Holding on tight, your hips know what to do, your body reacting and rolling to meet him. 

You're yanking his hair hard as you grind against his face, pulling deep grunts and moans from him which vibrate inside of you. It feels primal, sheer need clouding your mind, a fog that rolls into every limb and leaves no part untouched. 

“Eddie, fuck!” You moan loudly as your walls clench around his tongue, another climax bubbling its way to the surface. He doubles down with his efforts almost as if he needs this as much as you do. 

With one final thrust of his tongue you whine out your orgasm, back finally touching the bed once more. There are no thoughts, only your heavy breath and beating heart keeping you in the moment. 

After a few seconds that seem to stretch on for a year, he hovers over your face. He's wiped off your release, but nothing could wipe that smug grin. 

“So? Good?” 

It's not like he doesn't know. You pat blindly at his arm, words stuck in a puddle on your tongue. In an unexpected tender gesture, he swipes his thumb over your chin, his gaze pensive. You stare back, fingers reaching out to gently touch his cheek. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” You whisper, the words pooling from you unbidden. 

For a split second you think he's going to lean in and close the gap, but he flashes his teeth at you and flicks the tip of your nose. 

“That's not part of the deal.” 

Disappointment leaks into your stomach. Which is entirely unfair. He's using your words after all. Fighting the feeling, you force a smile. 

“I think I'll need a wheelchair to get home.” You chuckle, indicating to your still twitching legs. 

“Stay here. I'll take the couch.” 

“Oh, no, Eddie, I couldn't kick you out of your own bed thats-” 

“Hey, it's fine, honestly. I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it.” He shrugs and rolls off the bed and onto his feet in one quick movement like a cat. “Here. If you want something to sleep in.” He hands you a faded t-shirt. Hesitating for a moment, your hand hovers over it, but he stuffs it into your grip. 

“Honestly, it's fine. I can drop you home before work so you can get changed and stuff. No big deal.” 

“What about your chronic tardiness?” You joke, smiling softly at him. 

“You're here, I'm sure you'll whip me into shape.” 

“You'd probably like that,” you tease. 

“More than you know.” He winks again, and walks to the doorway. “Night, princess.” 

“Night Eddie.” 

When he's gone you shrug the shirt on. It's clean, but there's an undercurrent of pure Eddie still there that's more comforting than you'll care to admit. Then, you lay there, staring at the ceiling. 

Well. You certainly weren't expecting to end up in Eddie's room, in his bed, but here you are. You're not sure what this all means just yet and processing it is just hurting your brain. A part of you is saying that you should get out now whilst you can. Another, louder part is telling you this is where you should be. The only problem: is this message coming from your heart, or much lower down? 

Chloe drifts into your mind whilst you lay there. Did they hook up in this bed? Are you in the same place she was? And how did that end? Clearly it was on good terms, considering how friendly they are, but how many girls have been where you are right now? A few? A dozen? A hundred?

After a while your thoughts just start to ache, leaving a migraine behind your eyes. Shifting on the bed, you try to get comfortable, but it's no use. You wonder if Eddie is still awake. After all, he's the only one that can answer your questions. 

Sitting up a little, you listen intently for any signs of life from the next room, but no matter how hard you strain your ears, you can't hear anything. 

As you quietly get up and creep to the door, you press your ear to it. Maybe that was a word you heard, a loud breath, or the signs of an overactive imagination. Turning the doorknob like a safecracker, you inch the door open ever so slightly to peek beyond. 

There he is, laying on the couch, eyes tight shut and face contorted in concentration. Odd. You slowly guide the door open a little more and your eyes nearly bug out of your head. 

Eddie's laying there, hand down his sweats, tugging at himself like there's no tomorrow.

You almost cry out in shock but manage to swallow the noise just in time. For what feels like a full minute you stand and stare, mouth gaping open. It's like you're hypnotised, unable to tear away from his urgent movements. 

A particularly good stroke has him bucking into his hand, and he lets out this strained whimper that shoots directly between your legs. 

Right, stop. This is wrong. How would you feel if he caught you? …OK, bad example. 

Reluctantly, you close the door again as quietly as you can before climbing back into his bed to stare at the ceiling once more. 

It looks like it's going to be a long night. 

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“You look really great,” Chloe says as she strolls into the shop, handing you a coffee, “like, happier, more relaxed.” 

It's a few days after your impromptu sleepover at Eddie's place, and she's absolutely right. You do look more relaxed, even you've noticed the change. There's more confidence in you, and a smile that was once a little forced is warm and genuine. 

“Thanks, I think I'm getting more comfortable here.” It's not a lie, exactly, but it's certainly not the whole truth. 

“Good, glad to hear it!” She beams at you and heads to her table. 

The bell over the door chimes once again startling you. Miranda and Mac are already here and it couldn't possibly be Eddie this early. 

“Um… Hi.” A gangly youth walks in, all arms and legs and bright blonde hair. He shuffles over to the counter awkwardly. 

“Morning, can I help you?” 

“Y-yeah, you do walk-ins today, right?” He asks, brandishing a crumpled flyer at you. 

Face lighting up, you fix your best smile. 

“Why yes we do, it's walk-in Wednesday. It's a little early though. Can I see some ID? 

He hands it over. The guy's freshly 21 and knows it, puffing out his little pigeon chest with pride. 

“Excellent. It's about 10 minutes until we open, but Miranda will be with you. Miranda, you got a book for this guy?” 

Confusion paints Mirandas's face, but then she smiles. 

“A walk in? Wow.” She strolls over and hands him her portfolio of designs, introducing herself. 

When Eddie finally turns up, there's another guy waiting. 

“You're not my 10:30.” 

The poor boy looks at him nervously like he did something wrong. 

“Eddie, he's a walk-in.” Mac says, calling over his shoulder. 

Eddie smirks at you and leans over the counter. 

“Well well, bet you're happy. Atta girl.” 

Blushing profusely, you move to tap him on the arm in warning, but he grabs your hand and kisses it. Heat flies straight to your belly at the gesture.

“Let me know when my 10:30 is here, alright sweetheart?” 

He's still holding your hand, brushing his fingers over your knuckles. Weakly you nod, gazing at him as your toes curl in your shoes. 

Shooting you a wink, he ambles over to his station as you watch him, eyes drawn to the way he moves. 

There's three more clients asking about Wednesdays; granted, one didn't have an ID, but the other two were seen and inked, and one even booked a follow up with Miranda. 

Buzzing with job satisfaction, you're grinning when you nip to the restroom, walking through the narrow corridor. As you exit, you're immediately accosted by Eddie. He stands close, a hand loosely holding your wrist to keep you there as he bends to whisper in your ear. 

“Now, you're not supposed to touch fine art, but someone's gotta pin you against the wall and nail you right.” 

“Eddie!” You whisper shout at him, only serving to make him chuckle low in his throat. 

“Sorry, couldn't resist. I have an idea, for that favour you owe me?” 

Body tensing of its own accord, you look up at him, your cheeks flushed and mouth slightly parted. Before you can ask what it is, a voice cuts through the tension. 

“Hey, keep it at home guys.” 

Mac's standing at the other end of the corridor with his arms crossed, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Pursing your lips, you wriggle from Eddie's grip. 

“It's not what it looks like Mac, I promise.” You say, shouldering past Eddie. 

“Come on sweetheart, don't get all shy on me now!” He shouts, walking after you.

You ignore him, giving Mac an apologetic look, and sit back down at the counter. God, that was embarrassing. Seems like professional and discreet are out the window. 

“So, as I was saying-” 

“Eddie, stop, not now.” you say, cheeks bright red. 

“I was only-” 

“Eddie please! I don't want to get into trouble!” 

Eddie scoffs and rolls his eyes, but backs off finally. 

You make a very clear point of being busy until the rest of the day, completing any ad hoc tasks you can think of. Tidying the stock cupboards, refreshing the consent sheets, and even organising the sparse counter. Anything to avoid further comment from Mac. 

When six rolls around you turn to talk to Eddie, but he's already leaving without a glance at you. 

Sighing, you make your way outside and home, trying to ignore the little sting in your chest. 

********************

It's Saturday before you see him again. Your day off was mostly spent worrying about how you upset him and thinking about everything you could have done differently. 

By the morning you're an emotional wreck, anxiety having done her job and left you a bubbling mass of maybes. When Eddie storms in the shop with a proverbial rain cloud over his head your heart pangs in your chest. 

He's such a big character, and you didn't realise until now the influence this has on this place. Usually he's energetic and upbeat; however, with this melancholy energy coming from him, everyone seems to stoop a little more, eyes a touch downcast, movements more shuffled and broken. It's like a black hole has descended on the shop, pulling joy from your soul and sucking everything into its gravity.

The tattoo shop is quiet for a Saturday. Not from lack of customers; it's just a more hushed and sullen atmosphere. By the afternoon you decide enough is enough and you grab Eddie's arm between clients.

“Eddie, can I talk to you?” 

He gets up, stretching his back in a feline movement, and walks with you slowly to the stockroom. 

“Listen, I'm really sorry about what happened on Wednesday, I didn't want to upset you and I can't stand seeing you like this and-” 

“Woah, sweetheart, slow down. You been worrying? About me?” He tilts his head, giving you a small lopsided smile. 

“Yeah? I thought you were mad at me.” You mumble out. 

“Oh, princess, come here.” He wraps you in his arms, holding your head close to his chest. A relieved breath puffs from your chest as you melt into the hug. 

“That's not what I'm upset about, I promise.” 

You pull from the embrace to look at him, a hopeful smile tugging at your lips. 

“Really?” 

Stroking your cheek softly, he presses his lips together. “You're adorable,” he moves his hand away and starts waving his arm about as he tells you what's wrong. 

“You know I'm in a band? Well we've got this regular gig at Hatters, which is great and all, but I found out they're looking for more bands at The Pit. That big rock club on Main? I've been trying to get hold of the damn owner but he's ignoring all my calls and I'm pissed off.” 

Grinning, you grab his arm. “Eddie, I can totally help you with that.” 

His gaze is soft and warm as he asks “Really? You'd do that for me?” 

“Of course I would. You got their number?” 

He digs around in his pocket and passes you a wedge of shiny paper. Unfolding it, you look at the details, smiling even wider when you see they're attempting a ladies night. There's a telephone number at the bottom, the contact listed as William. 

“I gotta idea. Just roll with it, OK?” 

He looks confused but nods at you. Skipping to the counter, you pick up the phone and dial the number. When it's answered by a young woman, you speak with a nasal voice, sounding almost bored. 

“Is Bill there?- Tell him it's Barb- oh trust me he's gonna wanna take this call honey.” 

Eddie's staring at you with an amused expression; you look back at him, flashing a smile while you wait. 

“Bill! How long has it been! Oh, don't say you don't remember me… oh, you do!- I'm good, I'm good- I'm managing this band, yeah, you've gotta book them- Corroded Coffin- yeah, yeah- They are hot right now, selling out their shows- look I know you're struggling getting the ladies in, but that's about to change. Their lead singer is-  well lemme tell you, if I were a younger woman- haha yes, sounds great! Next Saturday?- Nine- Great stuff- I'll speak to you soon.” 

Placing the phone down with a little click, you cross your legs and look at Eddie smugly. 

His jaw may as well be on the floor, eyebrows so high that he resembles a cartoon character. 

“Barb? Selling out their shows? If I were a younger woman? Where the fuck did that come from?” 

You giggle, “I thought he'd listen if he thought I was a business connection. I took a shot, a little bullshit can take you far.” 

He swoops over to you and grabs you in his arms, lifting you bodily from your seat and swinging you around as you squeal helplessly. 

“Saturday? Not even midweek? Princess I owe you big time.” 

“Eddie I already owe-” 

He's not listening, running over to Mac and bouncing on the spot like a child. “Mac, Mac, did you hear? I'm playing at The Pit!!” 

You watch as he explains what just happened; he's so animated, gesticulating wildly as loose locks of hair fly from his bun. Mac beams at him and hugs him in a fatherly motion before Eddie springs back over to you. 

“Who the fuck is Barb?”

“I dunno, she sounded worldly.” 

He grins, shaking his head, “I can't believe you lied for me. You seem… different lately. More confident. It suits you.” 

Blushing, you thank him. For a second you stare at each other, both lost in the other. 

Eddie shakes his head, and looks at the time. 

“Fuck, right, I got 20 minutes, I'll be back!” He grabs his coat and runs out of the shop shouting “personal errand!” 

Chuckling, you sit back down at the counter. Mac approaches, smiling softly. 

“You did good Miss, he's really happy.” 

“Thanks, I couldn't bear the sulking.” 

He laughs and touches your shoulder, “he cares about you. In case you didn't notice.” 

He walks away nonchalantly as if he didn't just drop a bomb at your feet. Eddie cares about you? You're still pondering it when he returns a half hour later looking sweaty and dishevelled. 

“Princess, I got you a present,” he whispers, brandishing a nondescript black bag at you. You peek inside and shut it immediately. 

“Eddie what the fuck!” You whisper, face flooding with blood at the sight as you hide it under the counter. There's a sex toy in the bag, well at least one, but you were so shocked at the sight you didn't get a good look. 

He chuckles and leans in close. “Thought you'd like it.” 

“Eddie I don't know how to- to use this stuff,” you mumble quietly, looking around to make sure no one's listening. 

He smirks at you in response.

“You free tonight? I can show you.” 

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Same Old Truck

Jake Seresin x fem!reader  7k words (yeah i know)

summary: It’s been fifteen years since you last saw Jake Seresin. Back then, you were head over heels in love with him. Now you aren’t much better off. The only question: If it ended back then, how can you be sure it’ll last now?

a/n: still no clue about the us military. i googled it all and as we know google is inaccurate as shit so dont mind that  also that’s one of my favourite jake gifs so.... yeah. 

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Usually on a Friday night, you would be sitting at home with a nice cup of tea, watching TV. Sometimes, you would be out with friends, drinking and dancing. Today, you were back at your old high school’s gym in a summer dress, champagne in one hand and phone in the purse at your side, chatting to people you hadn’t seen since graduation.

Everyone had come back today. All of the guys you had spent years next to in class, laughing with over lunch in the cafeteria, gossiping with, studying with, crying with. There were so many memories here, good ones as well as bad ones, and you’d dabbed at your cheeks more times already than you wanted to admit. But who could blame you? So many stories were being told again, half of which you’d forgotten over the years, and new ones as well - these of careers and weddings and kids. It was unbelievable how much and how fast everybody had grown up.  

Yet as happy as you were to be here, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread too, couldn’t help the gnawing in your stomach, the nerves bubbling up, the voices in your head that had been arguing for days now - Will he come? He’s far away after all. Do you even want him to come?

And after an hour of being here, an hour of not having seen him once, you were beginning to think that all that hope, all that dread, all that nervous anticipation had been for nothing in the end - he hadn’t come. You scolded yourself for the bitter taste that thought left in your mouth. You tried to wash it down with champagne. When that didn’t work, you excused yourself from the group you’d been catching up with to find something stronger. 

And, of course, just as you had lost hope, just as you decided fuck him, let’s get drunk, just as you turned around to walk to the bar, there he was, in all his glory, standing in the doorway with a killer grin, shirt with the top buttons undone, hands stuffed lazily in the pockets of his jeans, and as you felt yourself stiffen at nothing but the sight of him, you realised that even fifteen years later you were no better off than you had been in senior year in high school. 

Well, shit. 

A chorus of cheers went through the crowd when he stepped in, like he was some superstar, some hero. Of course. Obviously you weren’t the only one still stuck on high school impressions. 

Jake Seresin made it all of two steps into the gym before he was surrounded, shaking hands and greeting people and offering everyone a charming smile. You stood, dumbfounded, frozen in your spot - how you’d hoped he’d come. How you’d begged he wouldn’t. How you’d prayed he’d show up. How you’d pleaded he’d stay far, far away. 

His eyes met yours and you could feel your knees going weak at once. Goddamn, you had to get yourself together. You were a grown ass woman, an adult with her own successful career, her own apartment, her own cat, her own fucking life, not a teenage girl anymore wooed simply by the attention of the popular guy. 

At least that was what you told yourself as you tore your eyes away and forced yourself to turn around and walk up to the bar to pour a whiskey, ignoring your shaking hands as best as you could. One of the advantages of being an adult, of course, was this: There was alcohol at the prom now. No more forbidden bottles of wine and beer stolen from parents’ cabinets to sip after midnight, when the gym had closed and the teachers were going home and you were perched on the back of Jake’s truck with the rest of your friends in your dresses and suits. 

“He still looks at you like that.” 

You almost jumped out of your own skin at your old friend’s voice. You’d lost contact years ago - sad, really, because you’d always loved her. You remembered her in your bedroom, rummaging through your closet like it was hers, flitting about with the makeup she’d brought from home to help you get ready for your first date. You could remember her sleeping over any chance she got, you could remember staying at her’s every Saturday, you could remember dinner with her parents and torturing her little brother and staring in awe when she had got her first laptop. You’d been through thick and thin with her. 

“Jesus, don’t scare me like that”, you said, pushing the well of emotions down as far as you could. You were here to enjoy a night of catching up, not cry every time someone talked to you. She raised an eyebrow. 

“You still look at him like that too.” 

“Look at who like what?”, you asked, your fingers skimming the rim of your glass. You weren’t dumb - she was talking about him, of course, about Jake, about the way you’d frozen in place when you’d seen him. You had been hoping it hadn’t been as obvious, but it seemed it had been (despite your prayers). 

“You should go talk to him”, she said, brushing over your question completely. You bit your lip and looked down. 

“It’s been fifteen years”, you said softly. “I don’t know what I’d even say.” 

“It’s been fifteen years for everyone”, she countered. “And let me just remind you that reading people’s body language is part of my job. You very obviously want to talk to him.” 

Right - you’d forgotten she’d studied psychology. 

“I...” You took a deep breath and glanced up at her. “I’m not saying I don’t want to talk to him. I’m just saying... I don’t know what I’d tell him. And I don’t know if he even wants to talk to me.”

She snorted at that. 

“Are you kidding me? He’s been eyeing you from over there since he got here, he definitely wants to talk to you. He probably would’ve already if he wasn’t being cornered by literally half the people here at once.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course he’s still just as popular.”

You couldn’t help but grin. You knew very well that she loved him - at least that she had back then - and that she was feigning the annoyance just like she always had. They’d got in so much trouble together, pranked each other to the point where they’d both ended up in the ER, and you were surprised that they’d lost contact, though you knew yourself just how easily that happened. Time really did sneak up on you in life. You’d be surrounded by friends one day and when you looked back the day after that, years would have passed and they would all be off in some faraway corners of the world without you. 

Your eyes started filling with tears for the millionth time today. You tried to blink them away, but she noticed before you could. 

“Oh god”, she said, putting a hand to your arm, “Don’t cry or I’ll cry too.” 

“Sorry”, you laughed, in an attempt to get your mood back up. “It’s just- Sometimes I just wish we could go back. I didn’t even realise how much I missed you all. Promise me we’ll stay in touch after this, please? I don’t want to lose you again.” 

You could see the tears in her eyes when she sniffled and hugged you, throwing her arms around you with a fevor that nearly knocked you back. 

“Promise! And you promise to come to my wedding.”

You laughed as you held her close. “Definitely.” 

When she pulled away again, you had to dab at your eyes, but she wasn’t looking at you - she was looking at something behind you, the corners of her lips tugging upwards, and the twinkle in her expression reminded you of the way she’d always looked at Jake the second before tackling him.

Jake, you thought, and immediately your body reacted (to the mere thought of him, no less), a cold shiver running down your spine, your jaw clenching, your knees going weak. She winked at you. You had half a mind not to turn around. 

“Loverboy heading your way”, she muttered. She was already backing away when you came to your senses. 

“Don’t you want to, you know, catch up too?” 

Maybe it would be less weird if she stayed. Maybe you’d be less affected. Maybe... Or maybe not. But she wasn’t about to let you figure that out. 

“I’ve got his number saved”, she shrugged. “You just relax and enjoy it.” 

Relax and enjoy it, sure, sure, because that was so easy. Because you hadn’t spent the last fifteen years drinking up every tidbit of information about him that had somehow crossed your path. Which hadn’t been much anyway. He’d become a naval aviator, just like he’d always wanted. He’d been travelling all over the US. He’d come for the holidays whenever he’d been able to. That was that. So basically, you knew nothing. Nothing at all. 

You didn’t know if he was still the same Jake you’d dated back then. You had no clue if perhaps he was an entirely different person now. 

But you would have to find out. You would have to jump in at the deep end, because you were standing all alone at the bar with Jake coming up behind you. Your fingers swiped over your glass. You didn’t want to turn around. Yet everything inside of you was screaming at you to do it, just to look at him, just to know if this was the same guy that you’d been head-over-heels in love with in high school. 

He tapped your shoulder. You could smell his aftershave. Your hand wrapped around your glass as you took one last, deep breath and turned to him.

He’d grown. He was taller than you by a head now. His shoulders were broader. His hair was shorter. His hands were bigger, gripping the neck of a bottle of beer. His fingers were longer. You were certain that he was hiding a set of well-defined abs beneath his shirt.

But his face was still shaven - you remembered him doing it with your pink razor in your bathroom one Monday morning before school, when he hadn’t had the time the day before - and his eyes were still the same shade of greenish grey that you’d never quite managed to figure out. 

You had to smile involuntarily. 

“If it isn’t the prom king in all his glory”, you grinned, hiding your nerves under an all too familiar facade of teasing and flirting. “Just had to make a late, dramatic entrance, did you?” 

He grinned as well, resting his elbow on the bar top, his aftershave fully clogging up your senses. 

“Well, if it ain’t the prom queen”, he drawled. He paused to look at you. Really look at you, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, and usually you’d think you would feel embarrassed or shy, but Jake had looked at you so many times before that all you felt was a sense of familiarity. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. The last time you’d seen him, he’d been eighteen years old. But you did nevertheless.

“You look stunning”, he said after a moment. You couldn’t help the heat spreading through your body like molten gold. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself”, you smiled - the understatement of the century. 

Jake Seresin had always looked just a bit too handsome for his own good. It had got him in and out of trouble often enough. But, well, back then he’d been a teenager, hardly an adult. Now he was grown up. He was wider and broader and older and if anything, he’d become even more handsome, even more attractive over the years: he’d got tan and obviously he’d been working out. His job seemed to be doing good for him. 

You couldn’t believe that after all these years, you were standing in front of him again. Looking at a man living his dream, not a boy just dreaming it anymore. He’d been extraordinary back then - now he was nothing short of impressive. 

You didn’t know how long you’d been staring at each other. It could’ve been anything from a few seconds to a few minutes. You didn’t mind. You didn’t think you’d have minded a few hours either. Compared to fifteen years, that was nothing.  

“I got off the plane two hours ago”, he explained eventually. “Hence the dramatic entrance.” 

You raised your eyebrows. 

“You got here today?”, you asked. 

“Two hours ago”, he repeated with a grin. 

“Shit”, you laughed. “What’d you do, miss the first three flights?” 

“Had to work ‘till five.” 

“Five?” You slipped your phone out of your pocket to take a look at the time. “It’s ten. How’d you get here in five hours?” 

His grin widened. 

“Kind of my job to be good with planes.” 

So he was still as cheeky as he’d been back then. And his accent had hardly changed - you’d dreaded hearing him with something like a Brooklyn one. God knows where he’d spent his time. 

But no. He was still your Jake. Your Jake from back then. Jake who’d taken you on an hour-long drive in his car just to go stargazing on a random Thursday night, Jake who’d climbed in through your window when there’d been no reason to, Jake who’d left you his cowboy hat even though it was his most prized possession. Jake. 

“Is it your job to get off the plane looking flawless too?”, you asked, heartbeat quickening. You’d never had inhibitions when it came to complimenting him. Sometimes you’d thought you shouldn’t fuel his ego further - though in the end you’d always decided he deserved it. Your friends had been so annoyed with you, but you’d never minded. You’d never minded his arrogant grins or that over-confident twinkle in his eyes. Maybe because you knew that despite it all, he was a big sweetheart, or maybe because it was all just so very justified. Because he was that talented, because he was that charming, because he was that attractive. So why, good lord, why should he not have known it? 

“You know I always look flawless”, he chuckled. 

“Ah, yes”, you said. “Of course. Always have, always will.” 

He paused for a moment. Then he said, “Much like you.” 

Your grin widened. He’d never seemed to have a problem complimenting you, either. God - he was here, he was real. After fifteen long years, you were finally seeing him again. And apart from a few differences, it was like he’d never left. 

“I missed you”, you whispered with a smile still on your lips. You didn’t leave him time to respond, too afraid that his answer might not be one you wanted to hear, that he might not have thought about you at all. Which you really couldn’t have held against him - it’d been so long you wouldn’t even have been surprised. “Now tell me what you’ve been up to. I want to know everything. If you did become the best pilot the navy’s ever seen, if you did visit every state. If your dream turned out just as good as you wanted it to.”

He did tell you. He told you about the academy, about the planes, about the places he’d been stationed at. (”That’s classified”, he chuckled when you asked him why he was stationed in San Diego now. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”) He told you about the people he worked with, about what a callsign was, about being one of the only ones on active duty who’d shot down enemy planes. But more importantly than that, he told you about what it felt like to fly. About the freedom of being up in the air, about being responsible for only him and his own plane, about power and liberty and about feeling like he belonged. 

You had to bite your lip to keep from getting too emotional again. He’d lost none of the charm of the young boy dreaming about all this, about planes, about flying, about how one day he’d be up there himself. He’d promised you - lying on the roof of his car, wrapped up in his arms, staring at the darkening sky and pointing out contrails - He’d promised you that one day he’d do it. You had made him swear he wouldn’t stop at anything to get there. 

“You seem happy”, you said when he’d finished, a genuine smile on your lips. He did seem happy. And you were happy for him. 

“I am”, he agreed. He looked at you again, looked you in the eyes with an easy grin, voice turning all serious. “Just sometimes think I could be happier.” 

You felt the intensity of his eyes stronger, then. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You grabbed your glass more tightly. 

“Happier how?”, you asked, a bit breathless, because you thought you knew the answer. But you wanted to hear him say it. Hear him admit that he’d not forgotten about you. That he’d remembered the little girl from school throughout the years. That maybe after the great love story of your lives had turned into just another high school romance, you hadn’t been the only one to stop and ask yourself if maybe it really had been the love of your life, if maybe you had blown your chance of ever finding love like that again. 

You’d cursed him so often. After dates, after breakups, after watching rom-coms on your couch with your cat curled up in your lap and Ben & Jerry’s ice cream perched on your leg. Cursed him for ruining men for you so early on, for setting your standards too high, for going away back then, for never really coming back. 

Jake reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. He put it in front of you. You frowned. 

“Take off the case”, he urged. Your curiosity won, so you let go off your glass to peel off his phone case - plain black, but you hadn’t expected anything else. A piece of paper came free. You looked up at him with raised eyebrows. When he nodded, you glanced back, dropping the case onto the bar top to unfold the paper. It was barely bigger than your hand and even though it looked torn at the edges, it must have been folded carefully after every time it had been looked at. 

You recognised your own scrawly handwriting the very moment you glanced at it, gasping up at Jake, who only grinned. 

This is your guardian angel, you’d written, in the middle of maths class one fateful day close to graduation, here to tell you to pay attention. You won’t be a very good pilot at all if you can’t concentrate on what you’re doing because you’re staring at me. 

So you’ll be up in the air with me?, he’d scrawled below that. 

Always, you’d scribbled. Even if you can’t see me. 

You could remember that day well, mainly because that morning he’d been accepted into USNPS, the first step on his way to chasing his dream. He’d pulled up to your house and you’d already been closing the door, but unlike usual he hadn’t stayed in his car, instead he’d come sprinting at you with the biggest grin and you’d already known what had happened just by looking at him, so you’d run at him at full speed, abandoning your schoolbag and jumping up into his arms, drawing him in and kissing the grin right off of his face. 

“You kept that?”, you asked with a laugh. 

“Of course”, he said. “I took it up with me the first time and came back in one piece. Haven’t flown a single time without it.” 

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip. If you weren’t careful, you’d fall back into your old habit and keep at it until you drew blood, but... 

“So a piece of me has been up in the air with you every time”, you realised. 

“I couldn’t leave behind my guardian angel now, could I?” 

You felt a hot tear running down your cheek that you did your best to wipe away without letting him see. He’d not only kept one of your notes all these years (and you’d written each other a ton of those), he’d used it as a lucky charm - Jake, who’d never been religious, much less superstitious. He’d kept it, he’d kept it close to him for fifteen years, he’d taken it up in the air with him every single time. He’d made you a part of his dream even after you’d let him go. 

“I actually did write you a letter, you know”, you admitted, quietly, almost whispering. “I did even before they’d accepted you. I wanted to give it to you the day I had to kiss you goodbye at the airport. It said... it said that I had always known you’d do it and that I was sure you’d become the best of them all. That I was always right anyway so you could trust me. That I would always be there for you, no matter how far away you went. And that I’d... that I’d be there even when you were up in the air. I folded it so it’d fit in a pocket. So that you could carry it like a lucky charm even though I knew you didn’t believe in them.” 

He was smiling when you found the strength to look at him again. 

“Why didn’t you give it to me?”, he asked and for just a moment you thought you heard a kind of sadness in his tone. You shrugged. 

“We’d broken up. I didn’t want to make it harder for either of us.” 

He paused. You didn’t look away this time. The paper still between your fingers, a chorus of ‘He never forgot’ in your mind. 

“But you still came to say goodbye at the airport.” 

You took a deep breath. Yes - you had driven to the airport that day, had sprinted to the gate you’d known he was supposed to be at and tackled him just before he could go through security. That was the last time you’d seen him - waving at you as you sobbed, a smile on his lips that you knew he was only putting on to seem strong for you, before he disappeared into the gate and you realised just who you’d lost. 

“I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodbye”, you admitted. “I had to see you one last time.” 

He raised his eyebrows. 

“And that didn’t make it harder?” 

“Only a bit”, you chuckled, pretending there weren’t tears dropping off your chin. “But it would’ve been worse if I’d had to live with the knowledge that I never got to properly say goodbye. I thought I’d never get to see you again. I mean, we all knew that you’d be successful and that you wouldn’t come back. What’s a little town in the middle of Texas got to offer a multi-million-dollar plane-flying naval aviator such as yourself?” 

You glanced from him back down to the paper in your hands, your own handwriting, and folded it carefully again. You couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, not while you were living through the memories of two beautiful years and one horrible one to get over them. Maybe all this was pathetic - you’d thought so a lot of times before. Maybe it was pathetic that you were clinging on to a boy from high school, to someone you hadn’t seen in fifteen years, to someone you knew - and had always known - you simply did not have a future with. But every time you met someone else, every time you considered the possibility of settling down, of marriage and growing old, you had to think back and compare and god, Jake Seresin really had ruined your love life so very early on. He’d ruined dating for you once and for all. Your miserable attempts at hookups and boyfriends had always ended the same: with you waving goodbye because none of it felt good enough to be called love. None of it came close enough to him. 

Jake hooked his fingers under your chin and turned your face to his, his thumb brushing over your skin to wipe away your tears. You bit your lip, the weight of his eyes on yours enough to make your nerves run rampant. 

“What about my dream girl waiting back home?”, he asked quietly. 

You took a deep breath. Thoughts were racing through your mind at such a speed that you couldn’t grasp a single one - shreds of “dream girl” and “after all these years” and “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck”. A lot of that last one, really. With how close he was, those too-familiar eyes boring into yours and the feeling of his touch for what was the first time in a decade, you couldn’t even say you were surprised. 

“Dream girl?”, you repeated breathlessly, your voice hoarse to the point of breaking. You had half a mind to stay where you were (not that you could move a muscle). He smiled. 

“Dream girl.” 

Your brain short-circuited. 

This was better even than the wildest of scenarios you’d been imagining since you’d got the invite to the reunion - hell, this was better than what you’d been imagining over the past fifteen years. You’d pictured over and over what it would be like to see him again, to talk to him and to touch him again, and every time you had scolded yourself for doing so because it would never happen anyway. Now here you were. And Jake was more breath-taking, more overwhelming than ever, driving you to the edge of insanity with just his presence, a grown version of the boy you’d kept close to your heart all throughout your life, a man now who’d achieved everything he’d ever wanted, and he was telling you, you and no one else, after fifteen years, that you were his dream girl. That you were the only thing this whole town still had to offer, the only thing he was still missing. 

You had to close your eyes and take a shaky breath. 

“Jake”, you said quietly. “We haven’t seen each other in over a decade. You don’t even know who I am anymore.” 

His thumb kept brushing over your skin even after the tears had dried. 

“So let me get to know you again”, he muttered. 

You smiled. It was like he was plucking the - in themselves very few - doubts from your mind with such care that you felt fuzzy inside. You opened your eyes again to look at him, only to catch him still staring at you, lips curled in something between a genuine smile and a cheeky grin. 

“I went to college in California because I had to get away from home for a bit”, you started in a whisper. If he wanted to get to know you, he’d have to make do with the run down of your life for now. “Studied child care. Came back and got a job as a kindergarden teacher here. I got an apartment, I got a car, I got a cat. You know, just like I’d always said. It all worked out exactly like I’d planned.” 

Jake raised his eyebrows. His fingers had travelled from your chin to cup your jaw softly, thumb brushing over your cheek.

“So you’re living your dream”, he said. 

“I guess so.” 

“Impressive.” 

“Says you.” 

There was a pause - Jake was just looking at you again, smiling, but you didn’t feel like complaining. You never had, you certainly never would. He could spend the rest of his life looking at you if he wanted to. 

“Green still your favourite colour?”, he asked. You nodded. If it were anyone else, maybe you would’ve been surprised that they’d remembered but god, it was him, you would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t. He’d remembered every little detail about you back then, from the nail polish you had used to the sound of your father’s footsteps coming down the staircase. 

“Your mum’s hot chocolate still the only you’ll drink?” 

You nodded again. Your smile was quickly turning into a broad grin. 

“Do you still turn the volume all the way up when our song plays?” 

You swallowed. And nodded again. Your song - the one that had played in the background for your first kiss, for your last, for your first dance at prom, that time you’d baked in his kitchen, countless more when you’d been driving around in his truck. You had turned it up all the way whenever you’d heard it, no matter where or when. And Jake had pulled you close to him and started dancing with you, twirling you this way and that until you collapsed against his chest, smiling and laughing and kissing him. Even after he’d left, you had always turned up the volume, just now with no one to dance to it with. 

“So I do still know you”, he muttered. You paused to examine him. 

“And do I still know you?”, you asked, voice barely more than a breath. His thumb on your cheek stilled. Instead you felt him reach for your waist, tugging you closer, so close that you had to tilt your head back to keep looking at him. You felt your breath catch. 

“You’ll have to find out”, he drawled. 

“I’d like to”, you smiled. “I’d really like to. It’s just... How do we know it’s not gonna end like before again?” 

He was so close that you could kiss him now. He felt like home, all familiar and comfortable and cozy, like love and adventure and sparks in your stomach. He was real, he was here, right now, right there, right in front of you, touching you, talking to you. This wasn’t some fantasy - and that was why you were scared. 

It was all fun and games imagining it. Imagining that you’d meet him again and fall for him again and that you’d spend the rest of your life with him because he was the only man you’d ever truly love. But this, this was reality, this was the real world with all its obstacles and its difficulties. The problem was that you remembered like it was yesterday how you had broken up - why you had broken up. 

Afterwards you’d been sitting cross-legged in the passenger seat of his truck, letting your tears fall and drop onto your shirt, onto his shirt that you’d been wearing, staring out of the window at the sky and the scenery change, blankly for the very first time. You had been hugging yourself, arms wrapped around your torso, and the radio hadn’t been playing - the radio had always played. But not then. He had been driving in silence and you hadn’t said anything either and when he had pulled up in the driveway in front of your house, you had got out without another word and paused just before closing the door. 

“I love you, Jake”, you’d said. “I’ll never not love you.” 

And he’d said “I love you too. More than you’ll ever know” and then you had shut the door and not looked back at him once as you had walked up to the house, fumbled for your keys and sunken down into a puddle of human limbs in the hallway, sobbing and screaming and struggling for breath. 

“Because it was the wrong time back then”, he said now, holding you close to him. 

“And this is the right time?”, you asked. 

“We’ll have to find out”, he said. 

There was a certainty to his voice, a determination in his eyes that told you he wasn’t saying it lightly. Jake Seresin was never saying anything lightly. So despite your fear, you had to smile at him. 

“Kiss me”, you breathed. 

You didn’t have to think about it, didn’t have to ponder the what’s and if’s or any of the consequences. If there was one thing you knew about him, it was that when he did something, anything, he would come out a winner, because that was just what he did: win. Any situation, any challenges, any difficulties thrown at him. It was why you had always been able to trust him completely, to follow him blindly. Because Jake Seresin would never do something he wasn’t a hundred percent sure of. 

So when he pulled you close, when he leaned in, when your heart stopped beating for the moment that his eyes travelled to your lips, when you felt his breath on your skin, the last of your doubts faded away. And when his lips met yours, the last of your thoughts left right with them and your eyes fluttered shut. Because the kiss was soft and gentle, because neither of you moved for a second, because you were holding your breath in fear that this moment might be a dream after all, because he put an arm around your waist and held you close, because your hands found their way to his jaw, cupping his face, holding him there as firmly and as carefully as you could, as if not wanting to break him or maybe just not wanting to break the kiss. Because he tasted like mint and beer and vanilla somehow and because he smelled of sandalwood and spice and something so distinctly him. Because it was so familiar and so new at the same time. 

Because when he moved his lips against yours, when he deepened the kiss, your feet suddenly weren’t on the ground anymore, not anywhere near the earth, and if you had opened your eyes you probably would have seen heaven, but you didn’t because why would you have, why would you have with his arm around you and his hand holding your cheek and his lips on yours so perfectly. 

There were fireworks going off in your heart, butterflies going berserk in your tummy, warmth unfurling in every part of your body. 

He tasted of your very first kiss and your last and every single one in between that, of the memories of so many: your legs wrapped around his waist, waves crashing against your bodies, friends cheering from the beach; your arms around his neck, the hood of his jacket, too big for you anyway, pulled over your head, snowflakes catching on your nose; his fingers skipping over your cheek, pulling you close to him, rain dripping against the umbrella he was holding over the two of you; the warmth of his sweater and a cup of tea, sitting cross-legged on his windowsill, his lips barely ghosting over yours, quickly, softly, as to not disturb your stargazing. 

When he pulled back, you were tempted to chase after him for another kiss, but instead you just smiled at him. He rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed, thumb still brushing over your cheek. 

“I waited so long for that”, he muttered. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. 

“No longer than I have”, you chuckled. You were still a little breathless and a lot emotional. He opened his eyes and pulled back a bit to look at you, the ghost of a grin dancing across his lips. 

“No”, he admitted. “Probably not.” 

You wanted nothing more than to bathe in this feeling of joy, of bliss, of finally being back home, but... 

“Jake”, you whispered. “Why did you never come see me? You visited your parents at least once a year for Christmas. Why now?” 

He pulled away from you, drawing his arm back and his hand from your jaw, and you felt horribly lonely at once, like you’d made some irreversible mistake and hurt him deeply. He grabbed the neck of his beer bottle and took a sip. Your teeth found your bottom lip again and you reached for your long abandoned whiskey glass, fingertips skimming over the rim as you watched him from the side. Eventually, he let out a chuckle and shrugged. 

“I was scared”, he said quietly. You raised your eyebrows. 

“Scared?”, you repeated. You couldn’t believe that any word related to fear was rolling off his tongue. Jake Seresin was never scared. He simply didn’t do fear. “You? That can’t be.” 

He laughed then and looked back up at you and you felt yourself smile, relieved that you didn’t seem to have hurt him after all. 

“It’s true. Sadly.” 

You grinned and shook your head, still in shock that not only he’d been afraid at all, but that he was admitting it - to you, to himself. He really must have grown a lot over the years. 

“So why now, all of a sudden?”, you asked. 

He was quiet for a moment, just looking at you, taking in your expression, thinking about your question and how to answer it or thinking about if to answer it at all, you didn’t know. 

“I flew a mission two months ago.” He’d gone serious. “A few of us almost didn’t come back. Makes you think about your priorities in life.” 

You couldn’t help the lump in your throat or the way your fingers stilled. You’d always tried to ignore just how dangerous his job actually was, what was on the line every time he started the plane. Once you’d asked him about it, about why he would purposefully put himself at risk like that, and he’d looked at you in earnest and asked you if you would not do the same for your dream, if you would decide any different, decide to keep yourself safe with no concern for the children in your care. You’d smiled and kissed him instead of giving him an answer. It had been obvious enough. 

“So... you’ve been rethinking priorities?”, you asked carefully. 

Priorities. That one word had held so much power all those years ago. It had been the reason he’d left, the reason you’d stayed, the reason you’d let him leave, the reason he’d let you stay. Priorities. Over a decade later and it was still haunting you. You’d done your own fair share of thinking about it. 

“You haven’t?”, he asked, a smile tugging at his lips. You had to smile as well, shaking your head slightly as you chuckled. 

“I have.” 

He raised his eyebrows as if to say I told you so. 

“You really think we can do this”, you realised, somehow not surprised. Jake just didn’t take unnecessary risks. He nodded. 

“I do.” 

It had been fifteen years. Fifteen years that you’d spent without him, without anything - no calls, no texts, no nothing. But here he was and despite what should be logical and reasonable and what you should probably do, you knew that you’d still do anything he asked. If he was serious about this, you would be too. If he thought you could manage it, then you would manage it. 

“How long are you gonna be here?”, you asked. He chuckled. 

“Two weeks.” 

“Already got a place to stay?” 

He raised his eyebrows at that, amusement apparent in his expression, and you couldn’t help but grin. 

“Not necessarily.” 

“Alright”, you said, trying your hardest not to look too cheeky. “How would you like a cozy little apartment with absolutely no room service but a fully functioning kitchen and a very cute alarm at 3am every night called my cat?”

Jake smiled. 

“Sounds lovely.” 

“You’re saying that now”, you snorted. “Wait ‘till you get punched in the face by one too-big possum.” 

“Sounds very lovely.” 

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your whiskey - it was almost empty by now and the clock read half past eleven. Was it acceptable to leave already? You’d talked to most everybody you’d wanted to catch up with so far, exchanged numbers with everyone you wanted to keep in touch with. There was nothing really keeping you here. 

“Do you...” You bit your lip, suddenly shy for some reason. Maybe it’d been too long to still feel confident when suggesting something like this. “Do you want to get out?” 

His grin deepened, turned smug, and he raised his eyebrows, emptying his beer at once. 

“I hear there’s an apartment waiting for me”, he said. 

“And a demon possum”, you reminded with a laugh. 

“Not to forget.” 

Silence fell, comfortable, only for a second. He was here and he was real and he had kissed you and you were taking him home. Taking him home because maybe this time it would last. Because you felt fifteen years younger with him, like a girl in her last year of high school. Because you wanted all that again, everything that since then you had only read of in romance novels and watched on screens. That “love of my life”, that “once in a lifetime”, that “heaven on earth”. Maybe you were stupidly optimistic. Maybe you remembered it all through rose-coloured glasses and the perception of a teenage girl. 

But maybe it would be even better. Maybe this time it really would last. Maybe you had, in fact, both rethought priorities. Maybe you had both come to the same conclusion. Maybe this time, love would play just as important of a role for your futures as your careers had back then. Maybe what Jake said was true - maybe this was the right time.

“I’ve got my truck parked outside”, he said, putting the beer bottle down on the bar top. 

“The same old truck?”, you asked. That truck had been through a lot with the two of you. You’d been through a lot with that truck. You couldn’t believe it still existed. 

“Same old truck”, he nodded. You shook your head as you grinned at him. You’d had your first kiss there, you’d said your first I love you’s there - you’d said your last there too. 

So you puzzled his phone back together, held it out to him and drawled:

“Then take me for a ride, cowboy.” 

#top gun #top gun x reader #x reader #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader

[headfullofpresley]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 7K

Summary: Even though you worked as a music journalist, you weren't familiar with America's newest heartthrob in the same way his fangirls were but Elvis makes sure to give you an interview (and night) you won't forget.

Warnings: 50s!Elvis, slight age difference (only 4 years, reader is older), alcohol consumption if you squint, smut; oral (f. receiving), vag penetration, unprotected sex, one night stand, creampie, no use of dom/sub dynamics.

A/N: after dying over elvis flirting with a reporter with @woundmetender, i just knew i had to write something about it (this one's for you, my baby belle ♡). also this means that yes, some of this dialogue actually came out of this mf's mouth and no, i'm still not over it. also, kinda thinking about turning this into a mini series? decisions, decisions...

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Never in your life had you been this nervous to interview anyone.

Being fairly new to the Modern Teen team, the list wasn’t extremely long yet but you’d often boast to your friends about how The Everly Brothers let you play on their guitar a little in their dressing room even though you barely knew how to hold a guitar and how what was supposed to be a fifteen minute interview with Pat Boone turned into a full day because you two shared mutual interests.

The fact that he slipped you his phone number was something you kept to yourself, though. You were not planning on losing your job; being a journalist was your dream job and although you were sure you weren’t going to be working for Modern Teen your entire life, you did enjoy it.

Your co-workers were nice and you got to meet the famous people that were surprisingly more human than one might expect. That part of them also showed in your interviews, as you did not ask them questions that had nothing to do with them, such as politics and whatnot. The magazine you worked for catered to mostly teenagers and all they wanted was a fun story and some nice photos to go along with it.

The person you were assigned to get a story from today wasn’t as easy to sit down as The Everly Brothers or Pat Boone. You truly believed you could’ve gotten an interview with Marlon Brando quicker than you could with Elvis Presley, but you and your co-worker managed to get into the Shrine Auditorium in LA where the superstar would be performing tonight – you had to convince the men at the door, who simply could not believe you were who you said you were or were not interested in having two girls from the press come inside, but as a ginger haired man around your age busted through the entrance doors and saw you in a discussion with one of the guys, he told them it was fine and he’d handle it.

It being you and your co-worker.

Before you even realised it, you were being led into the building by the guy who introduced himself as Red and handed you and Lori, your co-worker, two backstage passes.

“Wait here, ladies. I’ll be right back,” Red said, shooting a quick wink Lori’s way before disappearing into a dressing room and leaving you two behind in the hallway, among other reporters which were mostly male.

Your nerves were growing and growing. You partly blamed it on the exciting rumble of people entering the auditorium, and maybe also the fact that you knew absolutely nothing about Elvis Presley.

You had heard his music on the radio and you knew that a lot of people weren’t happy with the effects he seemed to have on young people, but you never took the time to sit down and give your undevoted attention to the newfound rockstar that was sweeping not only the nation, but the world.

“I should’ve prepared better,” you mumbled in frustration as you leaned against the wall and flipped through your little notebook. Suddenly all the questions you and Lori had come up with sounded stupid and you wouldn’t be surprised if Elvis would kick you out of his dressing room after asking the first question. Lori held onto her camera and recorder and placed her free hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Y/N, you’ve been asked to do this interview because you’re good at it. People love your presence and your charisma.. I mean, c’mon, what other journalist gets a personal invite from Pat Boone?” she kept her voice low, not wanting any of the other reporters to hear the conversation. “If you weren’t good at what you did, Mr. Kimzey would’ve fired you already,”

You widened your eyes at the grinning blonde next to you, making her laugh as she patted your shoulder and leaned against the wall next to you. You knew she was right though; your boss was a business man through and through and he had no problems firing people if they wouldn’t do their job well. He had only ever been nice to you, feeding your ego with compliments, so you figured you were doing something right.

“I bet he’s arrogant,” you whispered with a soft laugh, shifting the topic back to Elvis, nudging your shoulder against Lori’s. She giggled along, leaning in a little closer to you before she spoke.

“If he’s anything like that guy from before, I bet he is,” she whispered, hiding her mouth behind her hand as the both of you laughed together, getting some annoyed glances from older reporters that were waiting out in the hall, hoping they’d be let in the dressing room before the two of you.

 

It felt like hours before Red came out of the room and as he did, you and Lori were immediately disappointed when he announced Elvis wouldn’t be doing any more interviews seeing he had to go on stage in thirty minutes. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind to interview him after the show, but you had no idea what Elvis’ after show routine was and if he’d stick around or not.

If you wanted a good story, and hopefully a promotion from Mr. Kimzey, you had to do this interview now.

Red watched as most reporters wandered down the hallway with annoyed grumbles and disappointed sighs, and before you and Lori could walk away too, he grabbed Lori’s arm.

“He wants to speak to you two. Modern Teen, right?”

You immediately nodded, standing up straight as you showed him the pass of your company that hung on a lanyard around your neck. He nodded and let go of Lori’s arm as he gestured for you to follow him.

“We don’t have much time, though. I’m sure you can do your thing in ten minutes,” he said, making you raise your eyebrows at the back of his head as a comment was already burning on your tongue but Lori made you swallow it as she nudged her elbow in your side, quickly tugging you along into the dressing room.

There were more guys in the dressing room but other than looking up to see who entered the room, they didn’t give you and Lori any further attention and went back to doing their own thing. The person you came here to see was standing by the vanity table that was perched up against the wall, fixing his tie in the mirror.

Clothed in an all black suit, the red tie was the only thing that popped some color in the whole get up. His dark blonde locks seemed almost a shade of darker brown or even black with the amount of product he had slicked it back with and as his eyes found yours through the mirror, you didn’t miss how blue they were. You suddenly felt as if your flats were glued to the floor, standing there and staring at him like one of his lovesick teenage fans.

You were a twenty five year old woman; you were not a crazed fan, especially not of someone a few years younger than you.

You barely knew the man.

But as his plumb lips raised in a smirk and he turned around to look at you in the flesh, your breath hitched in your throat.

Elvis Presley was a gorgeous being of a man.

“Get these girls somethin’ to drink, Red,” Elvis said, looking back down to his tie to fumble some more with it. He wasn’t doing too well and your fingers were itching to do it for him; as if he was some kind of mind reader, he looked up, his eyes finding yours again.

“Do one of you ladies know how to do this? Can’t get the damn thing right,” he chuckled softly, not waiting for an answer as he already made his way over to you and stopped right in front of you. Red handed Lori a bottle of Pepsi, putting yours on the small coffee table by the lounging area of the room because he knew Elvis well enough to sense what kind of situation this was.

Fixing an artist’s tie wasn’t exactly in your job description, but neither was spending an entire day with Pat freaking Boone. “I’m no expert, Mr. Presley, so please don’t blame me if it falls off in the middle of your show,”

He laughed softly, raising his chin a little to give you enough space to fix his tie. “Call me Elvis, honey. And you ain’t got to worry, it’ll probably be ripped apart by the end of the show,”

You couldn’t imagine yourself in his shoes, screaming girls touching you and pulling at you every place you went, but from what you had seen outside the auditorium you realised those girls wouldn’t let anyone or anything get in the way of them and Elvis. Laughing softly at his words, you made sure his tie wasn’t too tight and took a step back when you were done, clearing your throat a little.

“Do a lot of your clothes get ripped?” you asked, shamelessly clicking out your pen and opening your notebook. It wasn’t even a question you wrote down, but you were curious. Lori quickly followed your lead as she turned the recorder on.

Elvis sat down on the couch and you and Lori followed, only you sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

Nobody in the room cared about you doing so, so you stayed seated.

“I lost my entire pants one day,” he stated casually with a soft chuckle, leaning back on the couch. With the way you were right opposite him, he could see your hands shaking a little as you scribbled down something in your little notebook. He had no idea why you even had a notebook since Lori was recording the conversation and his curiosity got the best of him.

You seemed interesting, different; while he was sure the entire auditorium was filled with girls wearing dresses and skirts and tops that would most definitely show off things they weren’t supposed to show off, you were dressed in a pair of black pants and a black blouse that was similar to his, only you had the first few buttons opened and the sleeves rolled up. Equally as black leather flats with a little bow on top adorned your feet and he found himself wondering what color pedicure you could have.

You were beautiful, but not in a typical way most girls that he met were. You intrigued him.

“Why do you write everything down?” he questioned you and your writing came to a halt, exchanging a quick look with Lori who sat on the couch next to Elvis before turning to look at the man in front of you. You let out a small laugh, crossing your legs.

“I believe I’m the person who’s supposed to be asking the questions, Elvis,” you said playfully, not wanting to offend him in any way or whatsoever.

Mr. Kimzey would have your head.

Instead of being offended, which you had feared for a quick second, Elvis threw his head back with a laugh and nodded. His laugh was contagious and you couldn’t help but laugh along a little, gently taking the recorder out of Lori’s hand and putting your notebook down on the table. “But I don’t have to write if you don’t want me to, we can do it like this,”

You leaned your arm on your knee, holding the recorder in between you and Elvis. He looked at you and grinned, shamelessly keeping eye contact. You’d be lying if you’d say it didn’t have any effect on you, because it did; up to the point of your heart skipping a beat and a faint blush coloring your cheeks. Still, you acted as professional and perhaps a little casual as you could, not wanting him to see how he was making you feel. But this man had the eyes of a hawk, ofcourse he noticed, and he wasn’t going to give up the opportunity to tease you a little.

“Let’s do it like this. You got pretty eyes, I wanna look into ‘em when we talk,”

He smirked at the way you blinked a few times, letting out a nervous laugh before clearing your throat. You were glad for Lori when she quickly asked if she could take pictures of him during the interview and he agreed; you tried to compose yourself as much as you could, slowly but surely falling back into your reporter role and asking him questions about his music and shows.

Your questions weren’t bad and Elvis liked them, because he liked talking about his music, and even though the ten minutes Red had given you had almost passed, Elvis did not seem to be in any rush. Even though you were very aware that Elvis Presley was a bit of a flirt, he was also good at keeping up a conversation. He was quick with his answers, polite but playful, and the Southern drawl that laced his tongue definitely added to his charm.

Despite your nerves not being completely gone, you did feel a bit more comfortable than a few minutes ago and Lori seemed to feel the same. Figuring she had taken enough pictures for now, her attention shifted to Red and you didn’t mind it all too much.

“When will you be on tv next?” you asked him, taking a quick sip from your untouched bottle of Pepsi.

“September the 9th, for the Ed Sullivan show,”

“How do you see your future in rock and roll music?”

He smiled softly at your questions. Rather than feeling like he had to think of something smart to say or be extremely polite, he let the conversation flow on its own. He provided you with honest answers, not really caring if the entire story would make it into the article or not because he liked you. He liked that talking to you seemed somewhat of a normal conversation between two young people, between friends.

“I wish I knew,” he told you, shrugging his shoulders a little as he leaned forward. He made sure to keep enough distance from the recorder so you’d still have a good tape to listen back to but he also made sure his knees were nearly touching yours. Your legs were still crossed and your foot was currently pressed against the side of his calf. Neither of you moved away, nor broke eye contact. “I do hope I can continue makin’ music for a long time to entertain people and give the kids an outlet for their energy they can’t let out anywhere else,”

“How does it feel to be up there on that stage?” another question you had not written down, but with the way he was speaking, you were craving for more.

“It’s.. somethin’ out of this world. I met people who get nervous before going on stage and I get nervous too, but once I’m up there, it’s like.. like.. like I’m being transported to another planet or somethin’, you know? I get chills- no, can’t even call ‘em chills… it’s like electricity rushing down my spine. It’s a rush, honey, it’s better than making love,”

All you could do was stare at him. You had no idea what he meant because you had never been on a stage to perform in front of so many people. But he seemed passionate when he was talking about it and even though you could never call yourself a proper fan of Elvis Presley before, you realised that might change after today.

You were already starting to become a fan of his personality, and you couldn’t wait to see him doing his thing on that stage.

“That’s beautiful, Elvis,” you told him honestly, your smile widening a little as you couldn’t even look away from him even if you wanted to. You were drawn to those eyes, drawn to him. “I wish you the best of luck with your music and everything you’ll achieve with it. You touch a lot of people’s hearts, Elvis, so on behalf of your loyal fans; thank you,”

You didn’t want to end the interview, but you knew the minutes on the clock were ticking by and your time here was almost up. Elvis felt the same, but unlike you, he did not seemed to care much about the time.

“Thank you, honey, that’s real nice of you. And don’t be so nervous,” he told you, a grin tugging at his lips as he felt your foot swaying back and forth against his leg. You were still nervous, he got that right, but not because you were in the presence of someone famous or afraid about not doing a good job. You had become nervous because of him; because of the scent of his cologne being so prominent in your aura and those blue orbs looking so deeply into yours. “I’m not gonna bite you,”

You should’ve known that he was going to make a comment like that, but it caught you off guard just a little. Enough to make your cheeks flush and for you to let out a little giggle, making you sound as if you were one of those girls in the auditorium. Still, you weren’t exactly a shy person – you couldn’t afford to be in your line of work – and you didn’t want him to think you’d throw yourself at his feet the way he was used to.

But, you liked the shift in the conversation. It wasn’t the first time a celebrity flirted with you during your work, but it was the first time you actually flirted back.

“Well, I ran all over the city of Los Angeles, looking for good rockin’ tonight,” you grinned at him, feeding him a little lie since you were from Los Angeles and the only place you ran was from the office to the auditorium. Well… you ran for the bus that took you here.

He didn’t care about the details, your comment making excitement tingle in his chest as he leaned his arm on the arm rest of the couch, his head leaning in the palm of his hand. He stretched his right leg out a little, nearly trapping you in your spot with his long limbs while he just casually sat there, smirking.

“Is that right?”

He was giving you the opportunity to take back your words, but with Lori still being occupied with getting her own flirt on, you threw all caution to the wind. Just because you were working, didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun.

“I sure did,” you hummed, nodding your head as you gave him a flirty smile.

“Well, why don’t you come down to my house and I’ll give it to ya?”

You had expected yourself to be taken back by his words more. Never in your short career had you met a male that was so upfront, so unfiltered. Not even Dean Martin. But God, did you like it and you couldn’t help but be pulled into the moment by him. Thinking about the amount of girls that would kill to be in your spot right now, you laughed softly, tugging a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I would love to,” you told him confidently, the little flirty smile never fading off your face. “Where are you from?”

“Memphis, Tennessee,”

“Memphis,” you repeated with a slight nod. “And how old are you?”

“Twenty one,” he grinned, shooting his answers back at you as quick as you asked them while his leg was pressing firmer against yours. You had to fight the urge to look down at your legs nearly tangled together, or to touch him.

He on the other hand didn’t hold back as your next question flew off your tongue, leaning forward to let his fingertips draw small circles on your knee. “Still out looking for a girl?”

“I think I found her,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you as he tapped his finger on your knee. “You,”

You raised your eyebrows, letting out an amused laugh. “Is that so?”

“Definitely,”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Elvis,” you promised, noticing Red signing for you to wrap up from the corner of your eye. Looking at Elvis, you chuckled softly and he went as far as to engulf your knee with his large palm, slipping it a little further up your leg to squeeze your thigh.

“Thank you so much, honey, and don’t be so nervous. Honestly, there’s nothing to it,”

Another squeeze, his teeth tugging at his lower lip a little though he hadn’t stopped grinning and looking at you with those bedroom eyes the entire time.

“Nothing to it? I think I could’ve gotten an interview with the president quicker than I could with you,” you winked at him, laughing softly. He chuckled, answering you as if you and him were having nothing but an interview, as if his hand wasn’t creeping higher and higher up your thigh.

“I’ve enjoyed talking to you, honey, and I’ll see you again and we’ll talk some more,”

You knew you couldn’t put this in your article and you didn’t want to. Ofcourse, you were not the first girl he flirted with like this, but it was a moment you did not want to share with his fans. You didn’t want to share it with anyone other than Elvis and the people in the room right now, although you doubted anyone was paying attention to the both of you.

You cut off the recorder and smiled at him, neither of you moving an inch until Red suddely stood next to you, telling Elvis he had five minutes until show time. He immediately removed his hand from your thigh and you shot up from the table, gathering your things in your arms.

“You’re stayin’ for the show, right?”

You looked at Elvis as you stood up straight, Lori immediately agreeing as she appeared next to you. The two of you weren’t planning on staying, but right now it felt like the right thing to do. You didn’t want to leave Elvis, wanted to spend more time with him, and you were curious about seeing him perform.

Seeing how Lori and Red were looking at each other, you grinned. You weren’t about to cock block your co-worker and friend.

“We’ll stay and watch the show,” you told Elvis with a smile, which he returned. He also pulled you into a hug, acting as if he had known you for years already as he squeezed you firmly in his embrace before getting ready to go on stage.

 

You and Lori had the best spot in the entire auditorium, standing on the side of the stage, hidden away from the audience. Red and some of the other guys that were in the dressing room earlier were standing alongside you, but Red was too busy with Lori and the other guys didn’t pay you much attention.

You didn’t mind it, your eyes glued on Elvis with every move he made. You had heard the stories about his shows, but experiencing it live and from this up close yourself, you were slowly starting to understand what he was talking about earlier and why people were so crazy about him.

He never lost one second of attention from the screaming crowd, giving them the attention right back as he dragged the microphone stand across the floor, lowering himself to the floor. The screams were getting louder and louder as he let people touch him and tug on him and his clothes. It was crazy, exciting and even a little scary at some times.

It was a rush; it was electrifying.

 

The red tie had survived until the end of the show and as Elvis ran toward you and the others, he took off his jacket and threw it in Red’s arms. He pulled his tie off, hanging it around your neck with a laugh before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You didn’t even have time to say anything or ask where you were going as you and Lori didn’t have a choice but to follow the guys when they pulled you along.

You found yourself waiting outside of the men bathrooms for a few minutes with the others, where Elvis splashed some water in his face and ran his wet hands through his hair until it was completely soaked. Instead of going back to the dressing room, you and Lori were ushered into a car by the guys, Red rushing to get behind the wheel.

“Are you kidnapping me, Elvis Presley?”

He laughed, his arm still resting around your shoulder as he breathed heavily, still high on adrenaline. “I’m not- wait, I don’t even know your name, honey,”

That was right. You had never given him your name, because you were pretty much starstruck the second you walked into his dressing room and he made you fix his tie.

“It’s Y/N, and that’s Lori,” you giggled, pointing at your friend that was in between Red and another guy at the front of the Cadillac you found yourself in. Elvis quickly introduced himself to her before he turned back to you, his breath warm on your face because you were pressed up against each other in the tight space of a full backseat.

“Sorry for rushin’ you outta there so soon, Y/N. I wanted to spend some more time with you but we usually go right back to the motel after a show. Hope you don’t mind?”

At least now you knew where you were going. It made your heart leap pathetically in your chest, but you managed to keep yourself cool, looking casual; just because he was taking you back to his motel didn’t mean something had to happen. You were sure other girls had been in your spot before and you really weren’t interested to be used for pleasure and then be tossed aside like garbage.

But looking at him now, smiling down at you so confidently and looking so disheveled but delicious, you didn’t know if you could keep the promise you made to yourself of not becoming one of those girls.

“I don’t mind, as long as you give us a ride back home,” you grinned and he immediately nodded as he promised you he would.

 

Everyone gathered in Elvis’ room to enjoy room service and good conversations. You learned that aside from a few beers, Elvis and his friends didn’t indulge in a lot of alcoholic beverages, but rather a lot of food. While Lori didn’t turn down a beer as she sat at Red’s side, you were perfectly fine sipping on a Pepsi and you were glad Elvis didn’t pressure you to have something stronger either. You figured it’d be best to stay sober if you wanted to survive this night.

Adrenaline was still rushing through Elvis’ veins as he was talking to everyone in the room, talking about the show and the people in the crowd. He was happy with how the show went and his smile widened even more as you complimented him on his performance.

“I’ve never seen anything like it, you were just amazing, Elvis!” you gushed happily, the others going back to their own conversations and the food as you and Elvis sat closely together on the edge of his bed. “That electricity you were talking about… I didn’t understand it at first, but seeing you up there, it felt like I was experiencing what you were experiencing. It’s.. it’s crazy!”

He was laughing at your enthusiasm and the way you were talking got his energy even higher, happy that you were so excited. “Was that enough rockin’ for you, honey?”

Not missing the playful tone in his voice, you grinned at him and gave him a soft shove by bumping your shoulder against his. “Well, maybe, unless those hips need to release a little more tension,”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise and although he laughed at your words, it made blood rush down to his cock. He wasn’t the type to sleep around with girls without getting to know them first; he wasn’t a one night stand kind of guy. But he was going to the next city tomorrow and he had no idea when, or even if, he was going to see you again. It was no lie that he was attracted to you, both physically and mentally.

He liked you and although he would not mind to spend the night just talking, he was craving to taste you.

Craving to be balls deep inside of you, to be completely fair.

“Maybe they do,” he whispered, sitting so close to you that your shoulders were pressed up against each other, his eyes wandering over your face to drink in every detail. You didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered at your lips a little longer than necessary and you had to fight the urge to kiss him, because you were still surrounded by his friends and Lori.

“At least your tie survived,” you said, laughing sheepishly as you broke the tension between you two, lifting the tie that was still around your neck. He looked down at the fabric, chuckling softly as he bumped his shoulder against yours, taking a sip of his beer.

 

Lori seemed to be starstruck as well, only not by Elvis, but by his friend Red. You were surprised when she pulled you aside and asked if you’d mind if she stayed the night in Red’s room – pleasantly surprised. You were too weak to tell Elvis no and when he asked you to stay the night earlier, you were a little nervous about talking about it to Lori, though now that she had the same plans as you and was the one bringing up the subject herself, you were thankful you didn’t have to do so.

Elvis swiftly but nonchalantly announced that he was tired, getting everyone out the room. You hugged Lori, wishing her a good night and telling her you’d see her tomorrow – she told you to be careful, giving you a wiggle of her eyebrows before she ran after Red with a giggle.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Elvis told you, before he disappeared into the bathroom once you gave him a nod. Not long after the shower turned on, there was a knock on the door and as you peeped through the little hole, you opened it to greet Red once more. He gave you a little bag of toiletries Elvis asked him to get from the vending machine in the lobby and you waved him off again, though not after telling him to treat Lori well. He gave you a knowing smile as he agreed.

Elvis came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with a pair or fresh boxershorts on and a simple white shirt. He put the clothes he wore earlier tonight in what you assumed was one of the laundry suitcases, before he opened another one and grabbed a button up out of it.

“It’s clean,” he assured with a soft laugh as he handed you the piece of clothing, to which you nodded and walked into the bathroom.

 

Locking the door behind you, you moved around the small bathroom in a hurry. You were excited to spend the night with Elvis Presley, but also nervous. No one could ever know about this other than the people involved, because you could definitely lose your job over this. But you had come too far to back out now; you were standing in your underwear in Elvis’ bathroom, freshening yourself up a little and brushing your teeth as quick as you could. You’d always like to think you were hard to get, wanting to make men really work for your attention, but the truth was.. when it came to Elvis, it seemed as if your body was on automatic pilot.

You’d act before you’d think.

After applying some lipbalm to your lips and slipping into the shirt Elvis gave you, you fixed your hair a little and folded your clothes, walking out of the bathroom with your flats dangling from your  fingertips. Putting your clothes on the couch, along with the red tie, and placing your shoes on the floor, you turned to Elvis and smiled.

He patted the empty spot in bed next to him and you bit your lip to stop your smile from aching your cheeks, walking over to him and slipping into his bed. It felt a little awkward to lay there next to a man you did not even know, but as the both of you rolled onto your sides to face each other and look into each others’ eyes, he didn’t feel as the electrifying superstar anymore. Sure, he still had that flirty aura around him, but that cocky smirk had turned into a small, genuine smile.

He felt like a normal person.

He felt human.

“I don’t usually do this,” he whispered, reaching out his hand to play with a lock of your hair.

“Sleeping with reporters, or girls in general?”

“Both,” he admitted and you laughed, obviously not believing him. He propped his elbow into his pillow, leaning his head in his hand.

“I’m bein’ serious, Y/N. I don’t sleep around, don’t have a new girl in my bed in every next town,”

He sounded serious and as you rolled onto your stomach and looked at him, you believed him. Though perhaps it were your own insecurities hiding under the surface that still made you a little doubtful, and Elvis was quick to caught onto this.

“You’re a real pretty lady, honey, and I’d like to make love to you but we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he assured you, smiling as his fingers were still running through your hair, playing with it.

“Well, I don’t usually do this either so please don’t think I’m some kind of… floozy. I think you’re sweet, Elvis,” you told him, leaning into his touch a little as his hand moved down to cup your cheek. “Why don’t you kiss me first before we get to the love making?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice; the both of you laughed softly as he leaned down and carefully closed the gap between you. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, but the longer you were taking each others’ breath away, the deeper and more lustful the kiss became. In the heat of the moment, you found yourself laying on your back with him on top of you, his hands exploring your body the same way yours explored his.

With his cock so tight in the confinements of his underwear, he didn’t have enough control to stop anymore either. As he realised you wanted this just as much as he did, he didn’t hold back. Taking off his own shirt and unbottoning yours, he was quick to plant sloppy open mouthed kisses all over your chest, moans leaving you as he sucked, licked and nipped at your hardened nipples. Your hands tangled in his hair, legs wrapped around him to keep him close against you; you felt as if you could come undone from his attention to your chest alone, that’s how turned on you were. Releasing the tension of your legs around him, he kissed his way lower as his hands caressed down your thighs before one of his hands made its way into your panties, his fingertips slipping through the slick of your arousal.

 

He assured you he’d stop whenever you wanted him, but it was like you had lost all self control. Feeling him so up close to you, his soft lips kissing your face and neck and his hands fondling your breasts underneath the shirt you were wearing, your entire body was practically tingling with arousal. For someone who said he didn’t sleep around often, he sure knew what to do.

“You’re so wet,” he hummed, that small smirk tugging at his lips again. It had you moaning softly, biting your lip as your hips moved along to the rhythm of his fingers that found your clit. “You wanna stop, honey?”

“N-No, Elvis,” you whispered, shaking your head as your eyes met his. “Please don’t stop,”

He smiled, moving his fingers lower to slip one of them into you. He pushed it knuckle deep inside of you, curling his finger a little to hear you moan louder than before. The sound made a chill run down his spine and he didn’t waste any more time, getting comfortable in between your legs after he had taken your panties off and threw them over his shoulder.

If anyone would’ve told you this morning that Elvis Presley would have his face in between your legs by the end of the day, eating you out as if you were one of the best meals he had ever had, you would’ve told the person to get their head checked. But here you were, a moaning mess as Elvis grunted into your folds, his tongue slurping up your arousal while he was looking up at you through half lidded bedroom eyes.

You were happy that he was confident enough to eat you out above the blankets, because this was a sight you wouldn’t want to have missed out on.

 

The twenty one year old gave you a delicious orgasm that had your thighs shaking like leaves and your walls contrasting harshly. You were more than willing to return the favor, but the only thing he allowed you to do was give him a quick handjob.

“I wanna be inside of you.. Can’t wait any longer,” he croaked out as he was kissing you again, situating himself in between your legs with his boxershorts loosely hanging around his ankles. You cupped his face, nodding as you planted kisses along his jawline and in his neck as he aligned himself at your entrance.

He wasn’t going to tell you a blowjob would have him cum in only a matter of a few minutes, like a pathetical school boy.

Perhaps naive, but you weren’t worried about the lack of a condom; you believed Elvis when he said he didn’t do this often, and you were on the pill. Bringing up the subject of a condom right now would bring the mood down and that was the last thing you wanted.

You hid your face in his neck as he pushed himself inside of you, the both of you moaning in unison when he bottomed out, his lips finding yours again to kiss you. It took a few seconds for the both of you to get used to the feeling of your bodies connecting together so closely, but once you told him to move, he immediately started thrusting into you.

His pace picked up every few seconds and when he was literally fucking you into the mattress with his hands pressed firmly on the pillow on either side of your head, you couldn’t keep yourself quiet. Neither could he, moans and deep grunts rolling off his tongue as he couldn’t look away from your bouncing breasts underneath him. The both of you were so lost in the moment and so high on sex that neither of you heard the moans and creaks of the bed coming from the room next door where Red stayed.

Seemed like you and Elvis hadn’t been the only ones that gave in to the temptations.

With your legs wrapped firmly around him and your hands grabbing onto his arms, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of the man above you. His hair looked even more messy than it did after his performance tonight and this time, you knew it was because of your hands that had been running through it. He allowed you to touch him anywhere you wanted and when he announced he was close to climaxing, you moved your hands down to his ass to keep him in place instead of pulling out which he was planning to do.

“R-Really?” he questioned, making sure you were okay with this. You frantically nodded your head as you moaned, biting his shoulder softly which got his eyes rolling into the back of his head and thrusting into you even harder, chasing his orgasm. It came within a few seconds after you gave him permission, and he painted your walls white with a long, deep moan followed by a grunt right into your ear as he hid his face in your neck.

 

“I think all tension’s outta my hips,” he laughed after the both of you cleaned yourselves up again and you laid in his arms in the bed. Giggling, you raised your head to look at him and he leaned down to quickly peck your lips.

“I’m glad,” you smiled, tracing his jawline with your nails. “I’ll make sure to write up a real good article,” you teased him, wiggling your eyebrows and he wrapped his arms around you tightly, as well as his legs as he wiggled you from left to right in his grip.

“Interview me again when we wake up. I’d like this one to stay private,”

You looked at him as he stopped messing around with you and you stopped laughing, nodding your head. “I’d like that too, Elvis,”

He smiled at you, pushing your hair out of your face before he took your face in his hands and kissed your lips a few times.

“How can you come to Memphis for some real good rockin’ if you get fired?” he teased with a smile on his face, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours.

“I think we did a pretty good job at that tonight,”

He looked down at you as you giggled, squeezing your face in his hands a little as he let out a mysterious laugh, pressing a harsh long kiss on your squished lips before he wrapped his arms around your shoulders again.

“Oh honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,”

 

You had no idea if you’d ever see him again after this little rendezvous, but his words still got you excited. If Elvis Presley ever wanted you in his bed again, you sure as hell weren’t going to decline.

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jily | 7k | rated t | canon divergent

for @sunshinemarauder — happy holidays, kat, you superstar! <3 welcome to trope central; we hope you enjoy your stay :)

She didn’t tell him when it counted. She’s daydreaming of a redo.

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#jily #jily fic #ct gift exchange 23 #sunshinemarauder #jple #hana writes

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F L E T C H A

Summary: Katniss believes herself to be cursed, as everyone she’s loved is killed by King Snow. Until one day she’s orphaned and she finds an old wizard who tells her she’s the key to solving the mystery behind her father’s disappearance and her unnatural second sight. King Snow wants her dead because he knows Katniss is the only one who can destroy him.

Rated M: for violence - Fantasy AU, HG Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Time Travel, Wizard Crane, Wizard Haymitch, Magical Creatures, Magical Katniss, Good versus Evil, Everyone thinks Katniss is a boy, Peeta is a Prince, Soul Mates, BAMF Katniss Everdeen, Transfiguration / Birds, Mind Meld, battles

Chapter 23: The Battle is upon us and it is now time to see if Snow can keep to his Crown and if Crane's visions hold true.

Special thanks to @sommmee @lemonluvgirl @jroseley for helping me so much with this chapter. @sommmee & @lemonluvgirl both of you read the chapter before it was finished and helped me with your suggestions and edits, it would never have been finished without you I am not worthy to have such great friends. @jroseley you're a superstar a shining star thank you so much for all that you did. You read this chapter twice, that's 7K worth of writing, and of me going back and forth with ideas for months. I wanted to thank my bestie @norbertsmom who I cherish with all of my heart. and who this story is for, and I hope you love this chapter.

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Could End in Burning Flames or Paradise

I have no idea about any of the real time events, I'm assuming they both made it to the NHL right away, given their high pick status, and I'm not about to go do research on this friends, I just wanna write some dirty stuff about them being horny for each other, ok? Don't focus too much on the specifics, k?

Warnings: absolute smut (eventually). Rimming, hand jobs, light dom/sub. Not really orgasm denial but definitely asking first. I feel like there’s more to this fic, maybe a second instalment?

Word count: 7K (whoops)

The Leon Draisaitl has a problem. Specifically, Leon Draisaitl has a Connor McDavid problem. Like, he's happy to have Connor on the team - thrilled actually. A generational talent like that playing with him, it's the dream, really. He couldn't be happier than that. He spent the off season watching videos of Connor, he sees how he trains and takes care of his body. The jokes about how he's more robot than hockey player don't phase him, Leon's German, he appreciates a well run machine. He's just....distracted. Now that Connor is here and in the change room and Leon is seeing him close up, his sort of secret, not-really-a-crush-just-an-appreciation-of-his-talent-shut-up-ok THING is a problem. He's had crushes on guys before and it hasn't been a big deal, but there's something about Connor that's just magnetic to him. He can’t stop thinking about him. He FEELS him entering the room. It's like the room is getting smaller and smaller and that it's just them. All the clichés he's heard before. He just doesn't know what to do.

The first time Connor takes off his shirt in the locker room his brain sort of short circuits. He starts thinking about being on the beach with him, and how nice it would be to just like, put sunscreen all over him. Innocent enough, then he's pulling down his shorts a bit (just in case they ride down when he's tanning or playing with a football or something. Everyone knows you have to put sunscreen just under where the clothing line is...) and then Connor is looking at him with a devious look in his eye, saying he can go lower if he wants, and Leon is just...salivating. Like, he can't believe this, and then...then he's right back in the dressing room and Connor McDavid IS talking to him but he's got his base layer on and he's looking at him like he's probably said something an embarrassing amount of time ago and Leon has just been staring and good job, Leon, you should probably say something now. "Hey, Connor, Leon. Sorry, I’m still working on Germany time. So nice to meet you, great to have you on the team" and he salvages the moment, he thinks. Gotta keep it under control Leon.

Most players in the locker room don't care that he's gay, but he doesn't need to make a fool of himself here. Connor is so new here and already has the pressure of the world on him, you're just welcoming him to the team. He also doesn’t know if Connor is gay, and it’s only training camp and you don’t want to be awkward with the new superstar.

So if Leon goes home and he can't sleep that night and he looks up videos of Connor playing and working out and if he gets hard and jerks off (just a little, most of the time he's picturing Sebastian Vettel, anyways, it's just the videos of Connor that get him going) nobody needs to know, right? He tells himself he can keep it in check.

But training camp is grueling, and he's tired, and he's paired with Connor a lot, both young stars, it makes sense. And if he gets exhausted and slips into a fantasy here and there, he can't help it.

Connor is actually really sweet about it. He brings Leon an extra coffee the next morning and he also seems to think that Leon is maybe dehydrated and gets the training staff to give him extra Gatorade. He's even chatted about nutrition and Leon managed to have a totally normal conversation that time. He did not fantasize about feeding Connor chocolate dipped strawberries. Shut up brain, not now!

They have amazing chemistry on the ice, and Leon knows he should be offering to hang out more often, but Connor is actually pretty shy (and has a really strict regime/schedule) and Leon is honestly afraid to ask him anything cause he's pretty sure it'll just come out as something like "hey Connor you wanna come over and watch movie but I'm just going to be watching you and thinking about what your mouth around my cock would look like or my hands on your hips and I fuck you over the edge of this couch" and he can't really say that now, can he? There’s not much downtime anyways and Connor is always getting pulled into media.

Hockey wise, they are seriously tearing it up on the ice. He’s challenging himself to keep up every day and he seems to be the only one who can. He’s bagged at the end of the day, but like, nobody else is close to keeping up with him. He thinks he’ll have a chance to actually play on a line with Connor. He’ll just have to get used to the cellys. Their body running into each other, slamming into the boards, Connor grabbing his helmet and tucking Leon’s head into his shoulder, or throwing his arms around Leon’s waist, its…a lot. Leon is thankful for all the all the equipment he’s wearing and he rushes to the the showers directly after and takes the longest, coldest shower known to man. It’s going to get exhausting.

After the game Connor is feeling pretty jacked. All the guys are. Preseason game or not, Connor McDavid is on their team and things are looking good. Connor and Leon have been having more normal conversations where Leon can mostly control his fantasies, and then Connor comes over and slings his arm around Leon’s shoulders. He’s so close to Connor’s face and Connor is basically talking into his ear. His breath is hot on Leon’s cheek. Leon sinks into the feeling then freezes. He doesn’t want it to stop, but he also doesn’t know what to do. He’s just got his shorts on and his brain has already gone on overdrive. He’s picturing Connor putting his other arm around him the pushing his body up against Leon’s. Lining up with Leon’s ass, he can feel Connor’s dick hard and grinding into him, maybe nibbling on his ear lobe and oh no, Connor is looking at him again. Leon sort of shrugs Connor off him and he runs to the bathroom and changes quickly. Thankfully this time his body hasn’t quite caught up with his brain but he knows that was kind of an awkward move. Connor is sitting in his stall (which happens to be next to Leon’s) when Leon comes back out, looking a bit dejected. He catches Leon’s eye on the way back and Leon kinda can’t avoid it. “Sorry if I'm too handsy, I’ve been playing with Mitch Marner for the last couple years, I forget not everyone wants some guy all over them. Even I don’t like it really, just got used to it. Marns has no personal boundaries” he laughs and he’s smiling so much and Leon says it’s ok and just kinda nods a lot takes as much clothes as he can without being weird to the showers and when he’s done, Connor is doing media again.

So when Eberle hosts a party at the end of the week Leon is a bit worried. He’s never been so excited, never been so tired, and never been so horny in his life. Everything is just turned up to 11. He promises himself he’s going to take it easy, but he’s still a young guy on the team and he’s being fed drinks by Nuge and Ebs and he’s feeling a bit drunk. After a few drinks though, he actually feels great. He’s not all anxious and stressed. He’s dead tired, yes, but he can sleep it off. He’s not feeling like a tightly wound like a guitar string, ready to snap. He sees Connor across the room and he looks a bit lost. Leon just thinks “I can do this” and goes over to him. When Connor sees him coming he lights up and waves him over, clearing space on the love seat. He’s out on the deck and as far as Leon had seen, he’s had a bunch of short one on one conversations, but nobody’s really stayed in conversation too long. It must be kinda lonely being Connor McDavid, he thinks. Placed on this pedestal, so high above everyone else. No one else in even close to his level, and he’s basically only lived and breathed hockey up till now. Leon feels a bit bad for him and as he strolls across the room, he tries to put every sexy thought about Connor McDavid in a box and close it up. He sits on the couch and Connor moves over, giving Leon plenty of space, but Leon feels brave so he brings a leg up, sitting sideways across the couch, pressing his shin against Connors thigh. “How’s it going Connor” Leon smiles. The two chat for a while and eventually Connor does confide that he thinks people find it hard to talk to him, hard to relate. Leon knows pressure, he’s the highest ever drafted German player. He’s no Connor McDavid, but he’s got the hopes and dreams of Germany on his back and he feels it sometimes. They’re chatting and drinking and relaxing seems to weirdly be the answer. Leon is actually enjoying having a conversation, leaning in, Connor puts his arm up along the back of the couch and Leon doesn’t imagine holding in down and crawling on top of him (or if he does, it's in the back of his mind, easier to ignore). Eventually they’re both a bit loaded and talking about their childhoods and friends and stuff and Leon is leaning more and more into the places where Connor is touching his body, but it’s loose and light and he's mostly able to focus on the conversation and then Connor puts his hand on Leon’s thigh and he’s not even aware of it but Leon’s brain just flips and switch and he can’t stop it and he just looks at Connor and says “I want you to ride me until you beg me to let you cum” and then he freezes. Shit. He knew getting drunk was a bad idea. Connor is staring at him, head cocked sideways like a puppy. He doesn’t look mad, just confused. Leon wonders if he even said it out loud, but he’s pretty sure he did. Connor finally speaks “dude, we’re you just speaking German to me? How drunk are you?” and he laughs, throwing his arm around Leon and messing up his hair. Somehow, amazingly, he didn’t fuck this up. Also, now that he’s said it out loud, he kinda feels more relaxed. It’s like saying it got something out of his system. He wrestles his head from Connor’s grip and fixes his hair. He even reaches over and messes up Connor’s a bit. They spend the rest of the night chatting and if Leon drops a few German curse words in when he feels like Connor is being just a bit too sexy for him, who’s the wiser.

The next day the have a late practice and of course they get bag skated because everyone knows they’re hungover. Leon is bone tired. He passed out as soon as he got home last night but doesn’t feel like he slept a bit. Connor looks sort of the same. His hair is all messed up but he honestly looks amazing. He has morning sex hair and it’s not fair and Leon tells him so. Still half asleep and also exhausted, he defaults to German again, and then remembers his realization from last night. He looks away from Connor and continues to mumble to himself “you look like you just woke up after being fucked so hard you forgot your name. I want to fuck you in your stall, you riding me while holding on to the hooks, screaming my name.” He tries to make it sound boring and monotone, and he’s fairly successful, but his breath does catch at the end. Connor just rolls his eyes at him like “typical Leon” so this is a thing now. Leon is thrilled. Finally it feels like he can function. This is brilliant. Him and Connor go out for dinner after practice and he has a great time keeping up the conversation, but also mentioning in German about how he’d love to be jacking Connor off underneath the table right now.

Leon’s tendency to mumble in German or strait up forget he’s speaking German in the locker room is well known after a couple months, so when Connor comes in and says good morning Leon just nods and then Taylor looks over and rolls his eyes “they already have a sick connection on the ice, now they’re speaking German. There’s no hope for any of us to catch up” and Leon hadn’t realized that Connor had said good morning in German. He does a double take at Connor and the Canadian’s face just lights up. “I’ve, uh, been looking up some German words” and he looks so shy and bashful and Leon absolutely wants to wipe that look from his memory but also save it forever. Leon composes himself and shoves Connor a bit and jokes “you’re gonna learn how to say ‘pass the puck’ so that I just get you more assists” and Connor smiles and yes, that was the right hockey chirp in that moment. Leon regroups later at home, thinking about what this means. Most curse words he’s using are slang and not the kind that the internet will provide without digging, and it’s not like Connor has all this free time, but still, he should be careful. The next time he mumbles something in German he keeps an eye on Connor and he can see him trying but comes up blank and then it barely looks like he’s paying attention at all after a while so he stops worrying so much.

He’s gotten better at hanging out with Connor, but it’s definitely followed by some furious jerking off when he gets home. He has to do something about it, otherwise he goes back to being grumpy Leon but he’s got this balance worked out. He’s stopped feeling bad about jerking off to his friend’s body because he’s sure there’s a whole bunch of gay dudes all over the world who are into hockey and into Connor doing it too, so why should he feel bad? Just cause he knows him and is friends with him, does that make it weird? He can’t think about it too much. It’s more of just a release and it’s working.

One day after a series of losses on a road trip they’re all piling into the locker room dropping off their stuff. Connor and Leon are sitting side by side in their lockers. They sat together on the plane and Connor fell asleep on Leon and drooled a little on his arm. Leon’s just thinking about how much he’d love to see Connor drooling from sucking his cock and Connor looked all ashamed when he woke up and he’s all soft and sleepy now, dozing off again half on Leon and so he just mumbled “God Connor, you look so fucking sexy I just want to take you into the therapy room, bend you over the massage table and eat your ass until you’re begging for my dick. Then I want to fuck you until until I fill you up with my cum” and Connor suddenly sits up, eyes wild and looks at Leon, looks at the therapy room, then looks at Leon again. Shit. Leon looks around then looks at Connor when he’s satisfied no one is paying attention to them “how much of that did you understand” Connor also glances around surreptitiously and looks sheepish and is blushing quite a lot. “Well , I know you mentioned the therapy room, and uh, I think you said something about” he pauses and drops his voice in to a whisper and it also drops about an octave and gets all gravelly “about fucking me and my ass and uh, um, uh eating it?” He looks at Leon then quickly looks away. His face is so red and he’s got his arm across his chest, like he’s protecting himself and he’s rubbing at his neck. “Jesus fucking Christ McDavid, are you good at everything” Leon says and Connor laughs, but stops and just looks at Leon. He’s waiting for confirmation. He’s put himself out on a limb here, and Leon is fucking it up again. “Um, yes, I did say that to you.” Connor swallows hard. Leon can see his Adams apple move and his own breath hitches. He doesn’t want to hope, but it feels like this could happen? That all the filthy fantasies that he’s told Connor about in a language that apparently he just learned over the last couple months could come to fruition. He can’t back down now. He doesn’t want to. But he has to make sure Connor can back down if he wants. He musters up all the confidence he has (which is a lot, he’s a professional athlete, but also he’s just a guy who has had a huge crush for a long time and is really laying it on the line here) and leans in to Connor and whispers in his ear “what’s the play, McDavid, you in or out?” He leans back and smirks a bit. Connor looks a bit like he’s going to back out, and then a smirk breaks out of the corner of his mouth “fuck yeah, let’s do this.” Leon can’t breathe for a second. He thinks about asking Connor to pinch him, but that’s too cheesy and he is also very aware of how real this is by how very uncomfortable his pants have become. He stands up as coolly as possible and looks around. Luckily most of the vets have shuffled off and he thinks he can command this room. “All right everyone out, McJesus here needs to do some special workouts in the therapy room and he doesn’t want to get embarrassed by the whiny noises he makes. He sounds like a fucking porno.” The guys look around and laugh and totally buy it. Leon and Connor have been spending a bunch of time together and also an unwritten rule of the team is whatever McDavid wants, he gets. Connor looks incredulous and Leon even thinks he catches a glimpse of him adjusting himself in his shorts. Leon quickly runs though his head of all the things that he wants to do to Connor, but there’s just too many and then everyone is gone and it’s just the two of them and Connor is looking at him expectantly. “We, uh, we doing this Drai?” Leon strides by him and turns his head back once he’s walked by “fuck yeah we are” and walks in the room and holds the door open.

Leon walks inside once Connor is in the room and locks the door cause you just can’t be too careful. He looks at Connor and breathes deeply. His voice steady and a tad bit lower than he expected when he instructs Connor to take off his clothes. Leon doesn’t move to help him. He doesn’t move to kiss him or touch his face. Just makes Connor strip in front of him. He can hear a slight noise form in Connor’s throat, almost like a moan he holds back, and Leon smirks. Connor looks up once he’s just in his boxers “umm, did you want me to take everything off or…” he looks at Leon, unsure. “Yes, hotshot. You want me to eat that ass or not?” Connor almost trips getting out of his boxers. “You gonna answer me, kid?” Leon asks even though Connor is only two years younger than him. He is a rookie after all. “Uh, yes, yes very much I’d like you to. You know. Do that” Connor says, almost running out of breath at the end, and then he manages to get some dignity back and looks Leon dead in the eye with glint of danger and says “you want me to call you sir or something?” Leon seriously considers it, and thinks about what he really wants, but he doesn’t want to push it just yet, so he just looks back and says “Leon will do for now. Now turn around and put your hands on the table” he says, in the same measured, monotone voice. Connor obliges. Leon wants to say to hell with the formalities, but he also needs to know what he’s getting into. “Have you ever done this before, Connor?” Connor sort of shifts like he’s going to turn around, then decides to just talk to the massage table. “No. I’ve never been with a guy and I’ve never” his voice gets breathy “I’ve never had my ass eaten either.” Leon smiles. “And you’re ok with me cumming inside of you? We’ve both been tested, but I want to make sure” Leon spreads a hand against Connor’s back and feels him jump a bit, but then arch into his hand “oh god yes Leon.” He sounds like a kids from a 50’s sitcom (oh golly gee, yes Leon), but it also gets Leon kinda hot. “Ok Connor. You let me know if I do anything you don’t like” Connor pushes his ass shamelessly up in the air towards Leon “I don’t know if that’s possible” and Leon has to swallow hard.

Leon takes a hand and smooths it down the arc of Connor’s ass, trailing his thumb along the inside. He feels Connor gasp and then hold his breath for a bit. Leon takes his other hand off Connor’s back and pulls open his ass cheeks. Leon takes deep breath, leans in and just breathes out into the puckering hole in front of him. Connor’s whole body reacts. He sees Connor’s leg muscles tense, his back arch, he’s pretty sure he throws his head back like a fucking porn star. God this is going to be good. “How are we doing so far?” Leon asks and Connor stutters as he answers “g-g-good Leon. Fuck, so good.” Leon chuckles and breathes out little short breaths into Connor’s ass cheeks. He plants small kisses on Connor's ass, hovering over the hole, but not quite going there. Connor is whining and trying to back into him and Leon warns him by firmly pushing him back into the table "stay fucking still." Connor sounds like a fucking child when he says "but you're driving me crazy" Leon backs up a bit "oh, you want me to stop?" Leon feels Connor's whole body react to that "please no god, sorry Leon, I'll behave" Leon thinks about it for a second and then pulls a hand off Connor's ass, winds up, and slaps it. Connor groans and Leon smiles "you fucking better"

Leon puts both hands on Connor's ass again and spreads his cheeks. He flattens his tongue, licking all around the hole smoothly across the skin. After Connor relaxes into it, he starts pressing in. Connor pressing back into it, puffing out air as an involuntary response. No noise, just breath. Leon fucks him slowly but firmly with his tongue. It's been such a long time since Leon has done this, and it's really one of his favourite things to do, but he knows it a lot the first time, and he really wants to get to the main event here. He slows down and lets go of Connor's ass. He thought Connor would wine again, but he's just leaning into the table breathing hard. "You like that, Connor?" Leon says, stroking up his back. "That is" Connor says between breaths "the best fucking thing to happen to me, ever" Connor manages to get out. "And I was drafted number one in the NHL" he adds, slyly, getting a chuckle from Leon.

“I don’t have any lube, so we’re just going to have to improvise” Leon says, then leans forward again and reaches around to grab Connor’s dick. Connor chokes a high pitched moan out and Leon strokes him for a second, then thumbs over the tip, collecting precum on his thumb and then lets go. Connor whines and Leon assures him “the next bit is going to be even better than that, don’t worry” Leon says before he sticks his fingers in his mouth. He sucks on them a bit, while rubbing the thumb covered in precum over Connor’s hole with the other hand. He removes his fingers from his mouth and between Connor's fluids, the wetness from Leon's mouth, and Leon's fingers, he's able to work two fingers into Connor pretty easily. Connor eagerly takes them, once again, trying to back into them and Leon has to use one hand to hold down the younger boy's hips. "Leon, fuck, Leon that's so good. Shit. Pleasedontstop" Leon is slowly working his fingers in and out the tight hole, starting to think about himself here. He has been achingly hard in his pants for too long now. He's been able to ignore it up until now, solely focused on Connor's enjoyment, and having a good time himself, but his dick is begging to be paid attention to.

Connor feels more relaxed and after a few more thrusts with his fingers. Leon says "I think you're ready, Connor" pulling his fingers out. Once again, Connor just takes the time to catch his breath and doesn't complain. Leon takes off his shirt, pants, and boxers and gets a hand on himself. He sighs a sigh of relief, finally getting to touch himself. Slowly stroking he checks in with Connor again "how are you doing, Connor?" Connor is resting on the massage table, using it to support all his weight. "Please, Leon. Please" Leon squeezes his dick and moans with pleasure "please what, Connor?" Connor whimpers "Please fuck me. I need you. I need to feel your dick inside me now" Leon's knees buckle a bit. He's not sure he's going to be able to last very long, but likely neither will Connor. "Alright Connor, fuck, I'm gonna fuck you now" and Connor pulls himself back up on his elbows and Leon lines up with Connor's hole and he slowly presses in.

Connor has been sufficiently prepped, but Leon still takes care and moves in slowly. Connor starts backing up into Leon, but once Leon has started pressing in, he stops and cries out a bit. "Hey, Connor, take your time, slow down. You doing ok?" Leon asks, Connor gulps "yeah, it's just. A lot" Leon steadies himself. Letting Connor adjust to the feeling. "You let me know when you're ready for me to move again Connor" Leon says and Connor nods. Leon strokes up and down Connor's back, and finally Connor relaxes a bit more "ok, I'm good" and Leon starts moving in again slowly. It's excruciating, but also exciting. Knowing Connor is going to grow and stretch around him, and he has to close his eyes and hold back a couple of times cause he's getting pretty close himself. He’s never fucked somebody he cared about this much, and he's never been anyone's first time. He hooks up at bars and online, but this is totally foreign and kind of intense. Leon's proud to be Connor's first time. He wants it to be perfect. Connor is just so eager and feels so good around him. He's got a rhythm going now, each time pushing in a bit further and when he finally bottoms out, both him and Connor groan in unison. "God Connor, you're so tight, you feel so fucking good" Leon moans. Connor just rests his head against the massage table and hums in approval. He's starting to move with the rhythm, backing into Leon and Leon is beginning to feel overwhelmed.

Everything he's held back for the last couple months, every single fantasy he's had, it barely lives up to the real thing. He's fucking Connor McDavid and there is nothing better in the world. Connor is starting to moan and whine and move erratically and Leon leans over and asks "do you want to touch yourself Connor" and the younger man gasps and pushes up and reaches down to his cock. He turns around to look at Leon to make sure and Leon just nods. Connor wraps his hand around his dick and loses his footing a bit. His knees buckle and Leon grabs tightly onto his hips to steady him. Connor is stroking himself sloppily, moaning nonsense, but Leon makes out his name so he asks 'what do you want Connor?" Connor's speech is almost slurred when he replies "Leon, can I?" Leon closes his eyes and steadies himself knowing that his own release won't be much longer after Connor's. "Can you what, Connor?" He asks coolly. Connor works hard to keep his composure "can I cum Leon" he says. Leon bucks a little harder into Connor, and elicits a shout, but Leon calmly says "yes Connor, you can cum" and he feels Connor begin to stroke faster and everything gets tighter around his dick and Connor is moving so much and Leon is trying to steady him. Connor starts babbling and there's a series of "oh, oh fuck, oh fuck Leon. Shit, fuck, I think I'm gonna. I'm gonna cum, fuck" and then a tortured moan comes out and he's clenching all around Leon's dick and Leon is barely holding on here. Hearing Connor's reaction, hearing him say his name, knowing that it's Leon that made Connor feel this way, feeling him clench so tightly, Leon's starting to come undone. He grips tighter to Connor's hips, knowing that he's going to leave a bruise, and starts to feel his release coming. "Connor, you've been so fucking good, I'm gonna fill you up now. Fuck, Connor, you feel So Fucking Good” he say, punctuating each thrust. Connor is still stroking himself and Leon thinks he must be pretty raw at this point, but he keeps going and Leon finally releases with a groan. His knuckles are tight where they are gripping Connor’s hips and he is definitely going to leave bruises, but he thinks that Connor might enjoy having these little memories of tonight. He’s certainly going to enjoy seeing them later in the locker room and well, that’s something to file for next time. He releases his grip and takes Connor’s hand in his and slows him down until he’s let go of his dick completely. He still seems pretty dazed, the side of his face laying against the massage table. Leon is still inside Connor, and he leans over to whisper in Connor’s ear causing Connor to whimper as Leon’s still hard dick pushes deeper inside. Leon shudders as well. “You did so good, Connor” Leon croons into his ear. “So good for me. Did you have a good time?” Connor makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan and tries to nod his head. Leon lets go of Connor and brings his hand up to stroke his face. “I’m gonna pull out now, and do you know what’s going to happen?” Connor tries to shake his head but just ends up looking at Leon questioningly. “I’m going to pull out and all my cum is going to leak out of your asshole where I filled you up.” Connor melts a little bit and Leon steadies him. “You made me cum so much, there’s going to be a lot.” Leon keeps stroking Connor’s face, making his way to his neck and keeping firm pressure on the back of Connor’s neck and upper back. “It’s going to drip down and feel so nice, and do you know what I like to do with it?” Leon asks, slowly stroking down Connor’s back “I like to clean it all up with my tongue” and Connor is sinking again. “Do you think you’d like that, or do you want to stop for tonight?” Leon says as he takes Connor’s hips again, trying to avoid the spots that are blossoming into bruises. “I…” Connor stutters “I want it. Fuck, Leon, I want it so bad, please Leon”

Leon wishes he had a his phone so he could record this as a voice note. It’s like the best porn, hearing Connor say that. Leon steadies himself and slowly pulls out of Connor, who whimpers a bit, but manages to stay still. Leon’s cock is followed by a trail of cum, slowly leaking out. Leon grabs a cloth and wipes himself off, and then puts both hands on Connor’s ass cheeks again. It’s like a bookend of rim jobs, and Leon thinks about how lucky Connor is to have him do this. Not in a cocky way, just the fact that someone has taken care during his first time.

Leon directs his attention back to Connor and sees that the cum has made its way down as far as his right knee. Leon starts there, licking up the inside of Connor’s thigh and under the swell of his ass, gathering it in to the hole and then licking it all up with his tongue and swallowing. Connor’s legs are shaking and he is lying on the massage table and using it to support most of his weight. His face is turned into the mattress and his eyes are pressed closed. His mouth is open, just a little bit. Leon continues licking around and cleaning up all the cum. He loves following the lines of liquid and getting every last bit. He appreciates a clean surface. When he’s done he presses kissing on the insides of Connor’s cheeks and squeezes the swell of his ass.

Connor is fully hard again and Leon runs a hand up and down his back “do you think you can cum again, Connor?” Connor hesitates “I’m not sure. I want to, but it’s so…so much” “I know baby” Leon strokes Connor’s back slowly and Connor basically mewls at the nickname. “Do you like it when I call you baby?” Leon asks, already knowing the answer. “Yes” Connor whispers, turning his face back into the massage table. “Don’t be ashamed, baby. I’d love to call you that” Leon says, knowing what he wants to ask, but not knowing if he should. It’s like, the ultimate fantasy, and this has already shattered his wildest fucking dreams, he doesn’t want to ruin in. Fuck it, though. He wants it, and he’s going to ask for it. “Connor, I’d really like it very much if you called me daddy, do you think you could do that?” Connor swallows heavily “yes daddy” he says breathlessly, and fuck. Leon thinks his brain is going to explode and his dick is also very interested in this now. “Thank you baby, you’re so good to daddy. Do you want me to finish you off? We can do it together” and Connor looks back and Leon and nods. “I’m going to need you to stand up, baby” Leon says, stepping back from the massage table. Connor closes his eyes and takes a second “yes daddy” Connor says and Leon smiles.

Connor pushes himself up and stands up facing Leon, who then steps towards Connor and cups his face. Leon looks at Connor and realizes that they haven’t kissed yet. A weird omission, but I guess it kinda started all hot and heavy, and that’s the way Leon likes it, but this feels more like a sweet moment. Leon leans in and presses his lips against Connor’s. Connor presses in hard and starts opening his mouth. Licking into Leon’s, full of desire. Leon pushes his tongue into Connor’s mouth, chasing the other boy’s tongue. He wonders if Connor can taste Leon’s cum, and his own ass. Leon is aching with how perfect this has been. How Connor has fulfilled every fantasy. He reaches down and grabs his and Connor’s cocks together in one hand and starts jerking them, hard. They’re both still slicked up with cum and they’re both raw and on the just the other side of uncomfortable. Connor is whining and sucking on Leon’s tongue and Leon pulls his tongue out of Connor’s mouth and bites on his lip, sucking hard afterwards. He makes his way to suck on Connor’s ear lobe while they both take some breaths. “You like this, baby?” Connor is breathing hot against Leon’s shoulder, leaning on him to hold himself up. “Yes daddy, you’re so good to me, daddy, I’m gonna cum again for you” and Leon smiles and takes a quick nip on Leon’s neck before sucking a large mark. “I just want to let everyone know you’re mine, baby” Leon said and Connor nuzzles his face into Leon’s neck, mumbling. Leon isn’t gonna last much longer, and he’s pretty sure if he told Connor to cum now, he’d be ready to go. “Do you want to cum again for me, baby?” Leon whispers on Connor’s ear “yes daddy, so badly” Connor mouths onto Leon’s neck. “Ask nicely” Leon says. “Please daddy, can I cum now?” Connor asks. Leon’s starting to feel his own orgasm coming from the friction of his hand and Connor is bucking into it causing frictions on their dicks. Leon whispers “cum for me baby” in Connor’s ear and nibbles on his ear lobe as he feels Connor start to shake and fall apart. “I’m…I’m…im cumming for you daddy, oh god, oh fuuuuuck” Connor cries as he falls into Leon, and Leon struggles to hold them both up.

He leans Connor against the massage table after a few seconds and finishes jerking himself off, looking at the tired and spent Connor McDavid and replaying his favourite parts from tonight in his brain. He has a lot of material for later. He cums loud and hard and Connor just stares at him, looking dazed, but very satisfied. He wipes up again and walks up to Connor, bent over the massage table again. “Why don’t you lie down for a bit, it’s ok, I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you” Leon says, helping Connor onto the table. He finds a towel and he cleans Connor up. He finds his boxers and puts them on and grabs two more towels. “I’ll be right back, you just relax, I’ll take care of you baby” Leon says as he unlocks the room. Connor lies in the dark, collecting his thoughts and coming back to his body and soon enough Leon returns with two warm, wet towels. He puts one on Connor’s forehead, and uses the other to clean himself and Connor up, uttering soothing sounds, telling Connor how good he was. “So good for me, I hope you had a good time.” Connor grabs Leon’s arm and looks him in the eye “fuck, that was, I didn’t even know it could feel that good. Shit Leon. I mean, daddy” and he blushes. Leon looks down at Connor lovingly “you can call me Leon again. We’ll save daddy for in the moment stuff. You don’t want to slip up in the locker room” and Connor nods, squeezing Leon’s arm. “I don’t think I can move, can you carry me home?” and Leon cracks up at that. The idea that he fucked superstar Connor McDavid so good that he can’t move and needs to be carried, that’s something he’s going to hold onto until the grave. “You’re good, big guy” Leon says tapping Connor’s side “let’s get you home” he said collecting Connor’s clothes. They think about showering again, but it’s already late and they are super tired. Leon watches Connor get dressed, proud when he winces over a bruise, or walks a bit delicately from getting fucked, and he swells with pride. “Wanna stay at my place tonight? We can stop by yours on the way and get anything you might need for the morning?” Connor nods and smiles. Leon grabs another towel and a spray bottle and cleans up the rest of their mess. He takes all their used towels and throws them in a laundry basket. Leon sees Connor just standing there and comes up behind him, kissing the back of his neck, sliding his hands up Connor’s shirt in the front and running them over his chest. Connor hums. He turns around to face Leon and puts his hands on the small of Leon’s back. Leon steps into Connor and places a hand on the back or Connor’s neck. He brings their bodies together and when their dicks meet, even fully clothed, Connor hisses inwardly. Leon smiles and said “so good, baby” and kisses Connor’s lips. Connor smiles and after a quick kiss says “learning German was really worth it” and Leon doubles over laughing. He can’t breathe. He’s starting to feel the day and the last hour catching up to him. “Let’s go home, Connor” Leon guides him out of the room and into the locker room as they gather their stuff. “So” Connor looks at Leon while he’s throwing some gear in his bag and asks “is this just a one time thing, or…” and Leon smiles “you think that short of shit happens all the time, rookie?” Connor blushes “you know what I mean” and Leon sits next to him and leans in “I don’t plan on letting you get away any time soon. That was the best sex I’ve had in my life and guess what? It’s only going to get better” he plants a kiss on Connor’s cheek and squeezes his hand. “Now let’s get going, some of us didn’t get to lie down!” Connor rolls his eyes at Leon, but he’s still looking at him like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen. And he probably is. And they’re going to play hockey together for a time. And also sometimes, they’re going to fuck. And Connor wouldn’t want anything else.

#leon draisaitl #connor mcdavid #edmonton oilers #hockey #hockey rpf #hockey rpf fic #hockey fic #Leon Draisaitl x Connor McDavid #they are so bodyfriend #but leon is in charge #I just want Leon to tell him what to do #and maybe get him to play a game with a plug in #and then fuck him after #leon draisaitl fic #leon draisaitl smut #Connor McDavid fic #Connor McDavid smut #hockey smut #nhl fic #nhl hockey #nhl #leon draisaitl rpf #Connor McDavid rpf

[elliebirdwrites]

Thai BL Fic Recs

You know what I miss? Fic rec posts.

I spent a glorious few hours reading some really good BL fic that I stumbled upon completely by accident, some of it a few years old.

Things I've read and loved recently, in no order.

bodies running on a dream Dan/Yok (Not Me), explicit, 2,900 words bittersweet post-series fic that's really freaking hot and also kind of sad.

made to your measure Earth/Mix, explicit, 2,500 words super sexy porn set during safe house with a slutty, desperate Mix (seriously the characterization is fucking hot af) and a long-suffering Earth. Delightful and hot.

let's make a move Jeff/Barcode, teen & up, 800 words someone else beside me has written Jeff/Barcode! A very sweet first kiss, Jeff calming a nervous Barcode.

pin me to your wall First/Khaotung, explicit, 15k words Well this was fucking delightful. Tay takes sexy boudoir photos of Khaotung and First has a full on panic about it. Super sexy and funny with delightful cameos by Earth, Mix, Neo and others.

Come on, get up Kim/Porchay (KinnPorsche), teen & up, 5,700 words This one has tons of kudos/comments so I imagine you've read this if you're into the pairing, but I have read very little of anything and this was a joy to discover. Kim gets kidnapped and Porchay helps save the day while still being a pissed off teenager. Super well-written and great characterization.

the kind of superstar that would only steal your heart Kim/Porchay (KinnPorsche), teen & up, 11k words Another I imagine most people have read. I liked the way this writer writes Porchay. I am SUPER picky about this pairing and this felt very true to how I see the characters. Another really good Porchay voice as well.

Sugar On My Street Neo/Shin/Miw (3 Will Be Free), mature, 7k words There is not enough 3 Will Be Free OT3 fic and I am so glad I found this. This is quietly and super sexy and focuses on the three of them working out how to be together.

we come as a pair Ai Di + Bai Zongyi (Kiseki: Dear to Me), not rated, 4k words I have not stopped thinking about this since I read it (note to self, leave a comment dummy). Short vignettes of Ai Di and Bai Zongyi's friendship/the way they look out for each other during and post prison life. So many sweet moments and a beautiful dynamic.

#kiseki: dear to me #not me the series #3 will be free #fic recs #jeffbarcode #earthmix #firstkhaotung

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (18-24 Feb 2024)

i'll always prefer the og but this iteration is entertaining

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

The Old Codgers Greatest Hits Album (AggressiveWhenStartled, author; quietnight, narrator) - 57K series, canon-divergent stucky co-starring peter parker. Reread of this hilarious forever fave where first teenage peter is forced to deal with two body-swapped geriatric supersoldiers and then bucky is forced to deal with two teenage spidermen trying (and failing) to stealthily rescue their "dog". Great podfic by quietnight, absolute hilarity

History of American Capitalism (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 85K, shrinkyclinks college AU with superstar QB!Bucky & history nerd Steve - incredible found family dynamics, can't believe @zenaidamacrouras1 made me actually really get into an AU that involved both undergrads AND football. The nerve! The talent! (the fic is single POV but there's an amazing companion piece that's Bucky's convos with this sister that give a his POV on some of it and it's equally amazing)

💖💖 +347K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Half sleep, half waking (softestpunk) - The Sandman & Rivers of London crossover: dreamling, 8K - amazing crossover! I wish there was 60K of this for me to read

Road to Joy (Oddree13) - Stranger Things: steddie, 25K - latest chapter in this omegaverse steddie series that I absolutely adore

Knit One, Purl Two (mollus) - MCU: stucky, 32K - reread; forever fave WS recovery fic with lots of softness in the form of: knitting, dancing, soap making and senior citizens

Red, White & Royal Goose (fairestfaerie) - RWRB: alex/henry, 7K - I just love a good Soulmate Goose of Enforcement fic

This Sunlit Land (eyres) - MCU: stucky, 38K - wonderful canon/timeline-divergent WS recovery AU

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Resident Alien - s1, e1-3

QI - series S, ep 7-9

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Fall of New York City" (s7, e1)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Heaven and Hell on Earth" (s7, e2)

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Stress Tested" (s21, e7)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Negroni and a Bowl of Spinach" (s16, e7)

Ghosts (US) - s2, e16-22; s3, e1-2

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Kimberly Drew

The Sporkful - Can A Restaurant Makeover Make Diners Spend More?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Boston’s Blue Hill

Short Wave - The Life And Death Of A Woolly Mammoth

Desert Island Discs - Sheku Kanneh-Mason, cellist

I Said No Gifts! - Jay Jurden Disobeys Bridger

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Where Does Fani Willis Go From Here?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - World’s Loneliest House

⭐ Switched on Pop - Adult Contemporary, but make it cool (with CHROMEO)

Shedunnit - The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club (Green Penguin Book Club 1)

Up First - Julian Assange Extradition Hearing, Egypt Buffer Zone, Louisiana Special Session

Today, Explained - The Panama Canal is drying up

It's Been a Minute - Jada Pinkett Smith, the artist

Vibe Check - Welcome to Tip Check

Outward - True Detective: Night Country’s Lesbian Subtext

⭐ Code Switch - Why menthol cigarettes have a chokehold on Black smokers

Short Wave - When The Sun Erupts

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Stone of Destiny

⭐ 99% Invisible #571 - You Are What You Watch

Films To Be Buried With - Tyler James Williams

Ologies with Alie Ward - Black Hole Theory Cosmology (WHAT ARE BLACK HOLES?!) Part 1 with Ronald Gamble, Jr.

Off Menu - Ep 226: Noel Fielding

NPR's Book of the Day - 'Thank You Please Come Again' pays homage to Southern gas station food shops

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Buffalo Soldiers National Museum

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Jake Tapper on American Political Scandal

⭐ Throughline - Dance Yourself Free (Throwback)

If Books Could Kill - The Better Angels of Our Nature

Our Opinions Are Correct - We Don't Give a F*ck About Canon

⭐ Today, Explained - Fight at the Museum

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Bagels

Dear Prudence - My Friend Has a Master’s Degree in Lying. Help!

What Next: TBD - The Coasts are Sinking

Short Wave - Didn't Get A Valentine's Love Song? These Skywalker Gibbons Sing Love Duets

Endless Thread - Endless Thread: The Musical

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Industrial Musicals

Strong Songs - "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden

You're Dead to Me - Queen of Sheba [turned out to be really perfect timing to have this knowledge right before getting to certain relevant bits in my current read The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi]

It's Been a Minute - Have we hit celebrity overload? Plus, Miyazaki's movie magic

Simply Reflecting - Did You Say Delusional?

Under the Influence - Seeing is Believing: The Power of Demonstration Commercials

Hit Parade - The Bridge: Bon Soir, Barbra

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Chromeo

Living Colour

Chicago House Foundation

Presenting Soundgarden

Swing Fever [Rod Stewart & Jools Holland] {2024}

Adult Contemporary [Chromeo] {2024}

Campfire Classics

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #soulmate goose of enforcement #fanfic ftw #d20 #dimension 20 #chromeo #living colour #chicago house music #soundgarden #throughline podcast #switched on pop podcast #20k hz podcast #code switch podcast #99% invisible podcast #today‚ explained podcast #you're dead to me podcast #hit parade podcast #vibe check podcast #the atlas obscura podcast #the sporkful podcast #short wave podcast #it's been a minute podcast #strong songs podcast #what next: tbd podcast #up first podcast #ologies podcast #endless thread podcast #desert island discs

[undercoverpena]

Hi Jo!

Congratulations, you superstar!

📝: word is THUMB

🎵 : El (and if you need more letters, cheese)

🔐: about ILTWY

Thank you for your beautiful stories, your kindness and your friendship. I'm so lucky to call you my friend!

🍩💜🛠

<smacks you affectionately on the arm so I don't make it weird>

you could NEVER make it weird. if anything, pls make it weirder hahahah.

📝 thumb

Starting as a carnal need, a teeth sinking, nail digging desperation, it ends with soft brushes of thumbs, mouth grazing over exposed skin and whimpers of his name.

🎶 EL

E - Every little thing she does is magic by Sleeping At Last

L - Lost in the light by Bahamas

🔐 ILTWY

omg, so originally, they were gonna get caught at Frankie’s house by Will at like a games night. i had it all planned out, and it was supposed to be after they’d had the convo at the bar. but, I just liked their bubble they were in and that she went to Will to “pretend” (and that wouldn’t have been possible if she knew, he knew). but also like imagine mid-making out in the living room and Will just walks in… I don’t know why I find that idea so hot, I just do.

also, I’m even luckier to call you a friend babe 🩷✨

jo’s 7k celebration sleepover

#jo: 7k celebration #asked and answered #donuts and mirrors and hammers and moons go so well together

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Michael/Luke (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

30,000 Feet in the Air (ao3) - antisocialhood E, 3k

Summary: Luke teases and Michael strikes back.

ain't it funny how the night moves? (ao3) - soulmatism E, 6k

Summary: Luke really shouldn’t still be thinking about the summer he spent hooking up with his best friend when he was nineteen.

Arcadia (ao3) - paperstorm michael/luke E, 100k

Summary: Crisp, thin air. The rough scrape of blades on ice. The jumbled, unintelligible echo of male voices, ringing off the rafters and bouncing through the empty seats. The familiar smell, sweaty equipment and rubber flooring and Zamboni fluid. Luke’s taken to closing his eyes sometimes, cutting off his primary sense, and just absorbing the noise and the scent and the feel of cool air on his cheeks. That way, regardless of where he is, an arena still feels like home. Or, an AU in which Luke is a small-town hockey superstar who gets drafted to the Montreal Canadiens, Ashton is the bubbly team Captain, Calum is a defenceman with a bad habit of settling on-ice conflicts with his fists, and Michael is the NHL’s first openly gay player.

Baby, Show Me What It’s Like (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 5k

Summary: Luke shouldn’t be trusted at parties. Luckily, he has Michael

Beg (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 3k

Summary: The first thing Michael hears when he opens the hotel door is a broken off desperate moan.

Or Michael and his boyfriend have a little fun

Cherry Bomb (ao3) - littleficlets (addictedkitten) E, 1k

Summary: Cisgirls!Luke and Michael, the first time Luke eats Michael out backstage after a show.

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops E, 36k

Summary: Prince Luke of the Faeries is forced to marry King Michael after a War between kingdoms threatens to tear their lives apart... and maybe Luke and Michael fall in love too. Maybe.

Complication In Your Heart (ao3) - DracosPubicHair E, 29k

Summary: Michael has killed over 10 people and has never been caught, and maybe Luke is just as crazy.

do you want me (dead?) (ao3) - cliffakitten M, 12k

Summary: Michael and Luke are flatmates who can't stand each other, so the two of them having to spend the Christmas break with just each other could only be a bad thing, right?

Eat Me (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt M, 14k

Summary: “Michael’s bottle green eyes are absolutely shining and Luke has to take a second to appreciate the beauty before him. Luke convinces himself it’s not weird to think things like that because it’s so obviously a fact. Michael is a beautiful boy, the prettiest Luke’s ever seen, and it makes Luke’s heart pound to think that he’s his best friend. How did he get so lucky?”

Michael is upset that none of his bandmates want to take him to a deserted island and eat him so Luke makes him feel better. In doing so, he discovers the feelings he has for his best friend are a little stronger than he ever intended.

Grind On Me (ao3) - flowercrownmikey T, 3k

Summary: Hotel Room Smut where Muke discover themselves.

Hearts Pounding (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt M, 7k

Summary: “Michael realizes he’s blatantly staring at his friend’s mouth so he finally tears his gaze away and returns it to Luke’s eyes. When they meet, Luke is staring right back at him and something in Michael’s stomach tightens and flips. He clenches his jaw, smart enough to know that that’s not a normal feeling to get for your best friend. That’s the feeling he got in high school when a girl he liked actually felt the same and kissed him after school one day.

It’s not a feeling he should have about his best friend.”

Luke feels sad in the middle of the night so he goes to Michael for comfort and decides to finally take a chance.

How He Moves (ao3) - thesoulsailor michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 30k

Summary: And Luke knew he was staring, he knew, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t pry his eyes away. Because the feeling that spread through Luke's body when he looked at the strange boy was the same he strived for when he danced. The stranger was consummate.

or Luke lives for the ballet, Michael lives for the moment, Ashton is a dance prodigy and Calum will do pretty much anything to win his boyfriend back.

If Walls Could Talk (ao3) - orphan_account past michael/calum, michael/luke M, 23k

Summary: “Don’t even fucking say anything about me, Wave. You have no fucking idea why I left the team, and you have no clue how much I lost after it,” Luke says surging forward, eyes glowing bright white and causing the electricity in the room to crackle with his true emotions coming out.

or the Don't Stop AU where everything fell apart.

Kinky (ao3) - wastedheartmuke M, 43k

Summary: While moving into their new apartment, Luke finds a list of kinks Michael wants to try.

Seems like vanilla sex isn't enough for his boyfriend, but is Luke willing to try some kinky things?

Lily (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance E, 49k

Summary: Luke and Michael, they used to be boyfriends, lovers and each other’s world. Michael did not know whether those things really existed but he used to think Luke was his soulmate and that they completed each other; that was until Luke left without saying anything. After many years, Luke had decided to come back home but he did not come alone; he brought along a cute little girl, named Lily. When he suddenly came across Michael, the feelings that he had forgotten started to come back. Will he be able to ignore them? Or let his heart decide for him? Although many years passed, Michael had never really been able to be with anyone else because his heart has always beat for Luke. Meeting Luke again was like a second chance to save what had been lost; he wanted to get close to Luke. Will Luke allow him into his world again? Or was it just him and Lily?

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

she wears short skirts (ao3) - loafers michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Probably is a bit of a joke, getting off with your unofficial arch nemesis.

Target Workers (ao3) - Muke_Niam michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: They all work at Target. Michael is a new worker who really likes Luke and goes to his new friend and co-worker for advice. Luke is another worker who likes Michael.

You Ain't No Friend Of Mine (ao3) - CliffordAffliction michael/luke E, 50k (WIP)

Summary: Luke hates Michael and Michael hates Luke ever since they started playing on rival teams but it turns out that they don't hate each other as much as everyone thinks

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #muke #luke hemmings #michael clifford #muke masterlist

[maggiedanikka]

Superstar One Shot and Let Me Go(writing UPDATE)

Hi I just wanted to come on here and say that I promise I have not jumped ship and abandoned the Let Me Go series.

I just finished my LSATs and currently working on the Superstar one shot that I started/have been working on since my fall sem began.

I am diligently writing so I can finish the one shot hopefully by the end of the week. And hopefully get a chapter of Let Me Go done before the spring semester starts.

I want to thank everyone whos still tuned in and patiently waiting for the next installment.

I'm not gonna lie to y'all its been a busy and stressful semester and I've been slightly distracted by the Wednesday fandom. But I am here and working.

This Superstar one shot really did just threw me for a loop and I couldn't figure how to continue it but I finally got a burst of ideas so I have it planned out just needs to be written.

I might or might not have a beta to proof read it for me so I apologize for any bad grammar or cringe writing. It is currently at about 5k words and I expect it to reach anywhere from 7k-12k. I know it seems far off but I promise I type fast.

Hopefully I'll be back here with an update in 2-5 business days :)

[knightyoomyoui]

Jihyo x Reader- “Push & Pull”

HAPPY 7K READS TO THIS BOOK! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!💕

After taking a break to the first person POV, we're gonna return it back in this story!

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-JIHYO'S POV-

Another day, another same experience over and over again inside the campus of Seoul International High School.

It's currently lunchtime and me including my three other friends were walking into this hallway that for us, it looks like we are attending a glamorous event where we are the VIPs or superstars entering by walking onto the red carpet.

And the media would be the students around here.

Yes, they're watching us again through every step or move we make in front of them since we are the most famous students in the school, especially me and the other one who's with me right now.

Let me introduce us first.

The girl in front of me, Minatozaki Sana, is the class president of Section A, the highest-ranking section of the highest grade period in the entire school. She has long black hime-style hair and a beautiful, squirrel-like face. She is, in fact, a senior like us. I must add that she has a very lively personality. It happens very infrequently for me to see her without a smile every day.

The girl sporting a long black straight hair with very white pale skin walking beside President Sana is Kim Dahyun, the Vice President of our section aka Section A. Unlike Sana, she is more serious and less fun. She can smile or laugh but only if it's needed, based from what she said before; but still she's still good to be friends with.

So in a sense, we are also the role models that everyone has been admiring, but we are less effective than the class leaders.

I am aware of this because, as the muse, I occasionally instead having many men to approach me and ask me out on dates, but I politely deny each one.

Because my heart has been already by this one person I hated the most. Well... only because of making me feel this way.

Kang Y/N. The escort of the class and one of the smartest students in the whole campus. Why do I need to let others take a move at me when I'm only attracted anyways to this boy already.

He's just so handsome, cute, responsible, hardworking... everything to describe on being how good of a student he is. He's what the ideal man I always wanted to be so yeah, right now all I can do is to secretly look at him lovingly.

Secret, because I don't want himto know about this; not only because the "dating rumors" of us has spread around the campus but also you'll see later why.

After we walked to the hallway, we took a turn and went straight inside the canteen; taking a seats for one another and they all sat with their prepared hone made lunch inside their lunchboxes or tupperware. We prayed before starting to eat.

Sana drew YN's interest as we were eating, and YN continued to watch what Sana was eating. Why is it, did she like Sana's food? I just remain mute as I listen to them chatting to each other because that is what I'm trying to figure out.

YN: "Sana, is that Wagyu meat?"

Sana: "Yup! My mom made it for me", she said as she stabbed the meat and slowly raised his arm to allow him trying it.

YN: "Oh... that's expensive and rare right? I mean... I've seen some of it on the internet and it says likewise."

Sana: "It is true. My mother only got this from our top-notch chefs that serves our family who gets ingredients at a very private market only exclusive for rich families like ours."

Dahyun: "You never tasted one, YN?", she raised her eybrow as she asked Y/N.

YN: "Y- Yeah... that's why I'm curious. I- I don't know the taste.", Even though I'm not totally focused on him, I briefly caught him looking away. I assumed that he was embarrassed to say it, which naturally made me feel awful for him. "They said it's delicious."

Sana then slightly pushed her lunchbox near to YN and presented it's contents to him. Sana: "Oh, here! Take some! It's really good.", she said and that completely made me raise my head and look at them intently.

Sana then took some of her wagyu meat and there she feeds YN with it. I felt completely jealous. YN HAS HANDS, WHY DOES SHE EVEN NEED TO DO THAT.

I started thinking that I should not let myself unable to do it just because I don't have wagyu meat in my lunch that YN is curious about. As much as I wanted to buy YN as many wagyu meat as he wants, no. I should do something already right now. Something that will end up being better still than what YN is gonna receive!

Then I looked at my own lunch and I caught at glimpse at something that made an idea brighten up in my mind.

That's right! SHRIMP! Yes, I remember that YN used to say that he loves shrimps!

So to not make myself completely obvious that I'm feeling uncomfortable having this sight in front of me that might end up looking like a misunderstanding, I also gently pushed forward my lunchbox where YN can also be able to see clearly.

Sana: "How is it?", she asked YN and there I started munching one shrimp as I'm about to start my plan.

YN: "Wow it is really tasty! Thanks Sana!", YN smiled at her. OH, I HOPE I COULD GET ONE TOO, BUT WIDER THAN SANA!

Sana: "You're welcome YN! Just tell me if you want to have some again, I'll make our chefs cook again for us!", Sana giggled.

Jihyo: "Mmmmm this shrimp is so good~~~", I acted like I'm so into this delicious taste of my shrimp so that I could get YN's attention and have him turn it to me. But as I waited for his response, what I received was something I'm not expecting at and much worse... IT WAS TOO FAST.

YN: "Oh hey, you can take one from mine too."

DID HE JUST... NO.

HE JUST NEVERMINDED MY SLIGHT FLEX OF HIS FAVORITE IN MY LUNCH?!

He was too much focused right now on his unique experience that he's having because of Sana that's why I was unable to distract him.

Sana: "Okie dokie!", she answered and then Sana took one bacon from YN's lunch and I watched her bite it with my eyes having a deadly piercing stare. Agh, she got the chance but I'm not!

Sana: "Mmmm the bacon is so crispy!", she said while chewing the food in her mouth. I turned pale just watching at her.

"Good bye, Sana. I hate you. Starting today, don't even acknowledge me as your friend... because I don't want traitors in my life... like you. You pathetic sneaky little seducive snake.", I started to say it all in my mind as I curse her while I'm having flashbacks of our memories.

YN: "Ooh, Jihyo! Is that shrimps? Can I get-", YN asked me next about my food but instead of allowing him to do so, I slapped his hand away before he was about to snatch one. I don't know why, I just felt like not doing it anymore. I can't even match the way how Sana feeds YN although I would've love to do it for him.

Jihyo: "You already had Sana's, no need to take mine. Don't be greedy, dumbass.", I just rolled my eyes at him while speaking bluntly.

YN: "Okay, chill.", YN just giggled which makes me irritate more cause I feel being teased about my defeat. "Too bad, I was about to offer you my food too if you could've just let me."

What he just say? Is he serious? Wait, no. I need to hold on. If I accepted his offer, that would mean something different especially because I already rejected his. That would look like I'm really soft for YN and NO! I CAN'T LET EVERYONE THINK DIFFERENT ABOUT WHAT I MIGHT DO.

Dahyun: "You hear that, Jihyo unnie? Cmon, give him too.", Dahyun said as she tried to push me more from him. I stood straight still on my position, not letting myself submit more. What if he sense something different to me? I'm scared at what he might do when founds out about it.

Jihyo: "S-so what? That I could have some from h-his too? No! I'm okay with m-my food now.", then I rushed eating my lunch so that I could escape this tenseful moment.

YN: "Just let him, Dubu. It's fine.", he said. I noticed that his voice was kinda... disappointed... sad? I don't know. I starting to think that what if he....

THIRD PERSON POV

Yes. Although you had originally intended to avoid receiving one from Jihyo alone, you are genuinely anticipating receiving one from her as well.

Although what you did with Sana earlier was real, you played pranks on Jihyo to see whether she would feel bad about it and take action. which was giving you her lunch, which included your favorite shrimp. If she did that, you may probably assume that Jihyo was jealous and imitated Sana's actions, which she actually did, but you wouldn't know that because Jihyo canceled it in its place.

Unfortunately, you would have seen Jihyo's pouting face if you had dared to look her in the eye.

But still, you thought that Jihyo felt something wrong about what you and Sana did when you tried to get one from her lunch, only to receive a scolding from the mom of the group instead.

In the end, you and Sana both lost in this war of love you too are having.

War of love where the two of you are battling secretly, pushing and pulling one another onto who's gonna take the first move and confess his or her feelings for the other, because both of you are scared to do it voluntarily due to each others' fears.

Dahyun: "Hey guys, I think we should head back now to the class.", Dahyun said after she took a peek at her watch. "We still have more time. Is it good if we use it to review more before our test today?"

All of you agreed after and left the cafeteria as you and Jihyo felt both defeated.

Few hours later, the class ended and the test results has been revealed. You and Sana got the highest scores, Dahyun also has high score while Jihyo has the lowest among the group, but still having a good passing score.

You noticed that Jihyo wasn't impressed and thought that she's having a bad mood, he wanted to cheer her. You did it in a normal way, like how a friend should be there to help their fellow friend through their bad times, but ofcourse with a mix of slight impressing yourself to her.

YN: "Jihyo, what's wrong? You good?", you asked Jihyo worriedly. You didn't know that Jihyo secretly appreciated it.

Dahyun: "You don't look happy, unnie? Your scores were pretty high though?"

Jihyo: "I-It's not about my score... It's just that I'm f-frustrated about some questions because I haven't read it all before the test but I forgot it. It costs my questions missed points.",

Sana: "Aww cheer up unnie! We all do experience that sometimes and it's normal.", she patted Jihyo's shoulder, making the younger look at her with a feeling of warmth for her comfort. "So, chill and don't scold yourself too much."

Dahyun: "Sana's right, unnie.", she slowly nodded. "We got to go now, guys. Hey Sana, the meeting remember?"

Sana: "Oh yeah, see you guys tomorrow!"

YN and Jihyo: "Bye!", you two waved at them before slowly vanishing in your sight. Now that it's just you and her remaining, you decided to continue what you're doing for her since you let your other friends comfort Jihyo too.

YN: "Stop worrying about it, Jihyo."

Jihyo: "W-what are you talking about?", she stuttered asking. She was actually confused what are you pointing at, was it what happened at the cafeteria earlier where she failed lending you her food or was it the test.

YN: "Uhh, the test? Why?", you said, clarifying her.

Jihyo: "O-oh... well I'm not anymore. It's a relief already that I still got a high score.", she said, wearing a fake smile. But being as her friend (and your crush) whose observing her so well that made you know about her so much, that didn't made you pass it.

YN: "Who am I?"

Jihyo: "Eh?"

YN: "I know you heard me, you ain't deaf Ji.", you just hoped she ain't thinking if you are mad at her for being too serious.

Jihyo: "Agh, fine. Yeah, you're YN LN."

YN: "And?"

Jihyo: "Uhh classmate? Friend?"

"Still hurts.", you winced deep inside in pain when she said that f-word. That was always a confirmation to you  so far on how she only sees you, even though you didn't know that she was lying.

YN: "There you go. That means since I'm your friend, you can't just lie while being too obvious.", Jihyo gulped, thinking if you are referring something again. "The inappopriate mood is still there, Ji."

Jihyo: "And? As if you'll do anything about it.", she said. She was actually expecting something from you, and she waits for it.

YN: "What if I told you, I can? You can expect some help for me, you know?", you said, adding another points to your impression which Jihyo truely liked but still she tried exploring more.

Jihyo: "B-but... I might disturb your time, YN. There's no n-"

YN: "Would I even lend you some hand if I think of you like that?", you said. Jihyo secretly felt touched at it.

Jihyo: "Weekends?", she asked you, relieved that she accepted it and appreciated your help.

YN: "Sounds good to me.", you smiled.

Jihyo: "Okay, I guess I should meet you then.", she said. "Don't be late, pabo!"

YN: "Got it! Don't worry, I won't make it into a boring tutor lesson.", you chuckled.

Jihyo: "No need to try, I can only describe it just being with you already.", she pursed her lips which you found very cute whenever she does that.

YN: "Pft. Who are you kidding, Jihyo?", you wheezed. "If that so, then why bother accepting my offer?", you smirked at her, making her blush and gulp, nervous that she got cornered.

Jihyo: "I-it's because I NEEDED THE HELP, PABO! AGH YOU'RE SO IRRITATING!", she pushed you slightly to move out of the way. "BYE!"

YN: "HAHAHAHA!", you laughed loudly behind her who's blushing intensely. "She's so cute.", you mumbled to yourself.

Meanwhile, while Jihyo is walking away from you, she was mumbling something to herself too about what she did. Jihyo: "Did he felt bad about it though? I guess I should not make it think about it like that. Oh no, h-he might hate me. I got to do something about it."

In the end, you and Jihyo won because you successfully made her impressed and appreciate your help while on the other hand she made you do something about her problem.

-SATURDAY, 4 DAYS LATER- (YOUR POV)

YN: "Overall, your score is 18/20 which is great!", I said, nodding my head with my lower lip pouting. "Not perfect but atleast you proved that you still understand everything."

Jihyo: "The lesson became easier because of you, YN.", she said, praising me. Well, I didn't know that she already started doing her plan for today which is to lessen her coldness at me and let herself go to the flow with my mood today so that she can make me not think about what she said few days ago that i'm "boring", even though I actually didn't mind it anyways.

Jihyo: "I wasn't wrong at all that I let you do the help."

YN: "Told you. And also I just don't want to disappoint you thats why and it seems that I didn't.", I said to her.

Jihyo: "Yeah you are.", Jihyo sheepishly smiled. "Okay enough talking, can we go out now? I've been dying for it."

YN: "Sure. It's free time anyways, let's go.", I said as I wanted to spend more time with her anyways, which I didn't know that Jihyo wanted it too.

When we got outside, we initially headed to the sidewalk to wait for the stoplight to turn green and allow us to cross the street, but something drew my attention and I briefly left her side.

YN: "Hey, Ji.", I said to her after I returned, keeping my hands which is holding sometimes to prevent her from knowing what it is.

Jihyo: "Where did you go? You got me worried.", She spoke a little louder to me, but I didn't notice any evident emotion. She seemed more concerned and uneasy than I had thought, which made me feel horrible for what I had done. I had to do it so I could pull off this little surprise for her. " I thought you disappeared and leave me here looking for you like an idiot.", She sighed. She grabbed my wrist and gave it a light shake, which made me blush. She was complaining about it, and I was praying that I wouldn't lose it at how adorable she was. I had no idea that she was deliberately doing it.

YN: "My bad, I just went there to... grab you some reward from yours truly.", then I showed the object I'm hiding behind my back which was a new large sized milkshake that has Jihyo's favorite flavor in it: caramel.

Jihyo: "W-woah...", her eyes sparkled when she saw it. Guess that's clear for me to indicate that she liked it.

YN: "That's for successfully completing our first tutorial for today and for having that good score earlier.", She grinned in response to my smile and turned her head away. I noticed she was quite red and visibly moved by what I did. That motivated me to keep doing my hardest to win her over in order to continue developing her affections for me.

YN: " We won't know what might be the next time so... there. With your favorite flavor. Wait, did I got it right?"

Jihyo: "Yeah, you are. It tastes delicious, YN. Thanks.", she said after taking a sip and releasing a satisfied and refreshed sigh.

After that, we crossed the street and went next to the karaoke machine. There, we began singing some of the songs we wanted to sing while simultaneously praising one another.

We were about to run out of time for our spot, so I took some game out of my pocket to make a fair decision.

YN: "Alright, rock paper scissors on who's gonna sing the last song.", I started to close my hand and form it like a "rock" and lay it on my other open hand.

Jihyo: "You shouldn't challenged me with that, YN. We both know you'll lose anyway.", she let out a smug expression.

YN: "Uh huh, then show me what you got and make me.",

We played 3 rounds and in the end Jihyo won with a 3-1 tally. I just pouted in defeat which I didn't know that she found it adorable and funny at the same time.

Jihyo: "HA! SEE! I TOLD YOU!", She began mocking and teasing me when she won, and I allowed her since I deserved it nevertheless because I also thought I was a loser at the game despite my best efforts to improve.

YN: "Yeah fine, easy there loudmouth. You won. I know.", Jihyo just continued laughing at me which made me laugh too due to how contagious it is. Well, I mean... just seeing her happy makes me feel the same too because that's what I always wanted for her.

Jihyo: "Just sit there and wait more.", I just followed her while she cleared her throat as she waits for her song to start.

YN: "It's cool. You deserve to sing more, not me since you have a more beautiful voice.", She genuinely blushed when I complimented her, and the rapid heartbeat she had from my praise prevented her from singing the song's first two words.

Lastly, we went to an open public soccer field where we took one of the free spots here. Jihyo and I share both favorite sport also by the way.

YN: "GOALLLLLLL!!!!! FINALLY A PAYBACK!", I said as I shouted in victory when I defeated her in our round, 5-3 in tally right after I made the soccer ball hit the net.

But I quickly stopped my celebration when I noticed that Jihyo was holding her hand in pain as she has her body curled up to endure the pain.

YN: "Hey, what's wrong?", I ran through her for help.

Jihyo: "My hand. Just got bumped badly by the ball after I failed to catch it.", she said while having that wincing expression in her face.

YN: "Here. Give me your hand.", then she followed as she slowly let me touch her hand gently. What I did next was to begin massaging it while blowing air on it, which Jihyo found to be soothing that gave her chills all over her body.

I just keep doing it because I know that it is calming her down and that it is genuinely working.

YN: "Did that lessen the pain for a while?", I asked her.

Jihyo: "Y-yeah."

YN: "Good. My father did that to me before when I was a child and it worked... so I thought I should do the same care he did from me to you.", I said. I slowly raised my head upwards which made me caught her eyes staring at me, thus making us both locked at it as we ended up in silence to take some time adoring each other in this moment.

Our heart beating went rapidly and butterflies all over our stomach as I looked at our hand holding together.

As much as I wanted to make it last, I can't because I broke the silence between us because I thought it would make her feel awkward about it and it would also make my feelings for her way too obvious. However, I have no idea that she also wanted to keep us being like this for a while deep down.

YN: "U-uhmm.. Th- the sun is setting down, we should go home now before it goes dark.", I said to her after humming to bring us back into our senses.

Jihyo: "Ye-yeah you're right. My parents might start looking for me.", She said as she swiftly released her grip on my hand. I kind of frowned since I assumed she didn't enjoy how our hands were placed at each other while we remained in the center of a quiet atmosphere.

In the end, I won because I successfully impressed her again while hers was none because she didn't even need to do her plan since it was already solved.

The next day, I arrived at the class and shared something when I approached the group whose talking together at Dahyun's spot.

Sana: "WHAT?!", the president squirrel exclaimed as her reaction to what I shared to them.

Dahyun: "Oh so that's why you don't share an update in your account anymore.", the serious tofu said. What I told them actually was about my social media account being hacked which I can't open it anymore.

Jihyo: "What's wrong with their pathetic selves about enjoying stealing other people's prorperties?", she said in an annoyed tone, which was her way to express her distaste about what happened to me. " It sucks that you won't even know who might be the hacker is. Also, why bother someone for that app, as if they could do anything more in there psh."

YN: "It's fine. I'm getting bored using it anyways so... I tried a new app and created a new account there!", then I showed to them my cellphone as the screen was presenting something to them which was my newly created account but this time it's in Instagram. The three went shocked.

Sana: "Woah! You have one now too?"

Dahyun: "That's perfect for you. You like posting pictures more."

YN: "Can I add you guys?"

SaiDa: "Sure!"

We both followed each other after while Jihyo was waiting for her turn. She was actually back to her cold self today after that plan of hers last Saturday already ended.

-JIHYO'S POV-

Sana: "OMG WHEN WAS THIS PICTURE, YN?", she gasped at what she saw in her screen. That made me curious about what is she talking about.

YN: "Last vacation."

Sana: "GAAAAHHHH YOU CHOSE THE PERFECT PROFILE PIC! YOU'RE SO HOT HERE!"

"E-Eh? W-what does she mean with that? I-is YN topless there? I mean, I would love to see it but no need to rush. I'll be going next to Dahyun anyways.", my thoughts as my eyes widened open at what Sana said. That made me gulp and was trying to control myself steadily, keeping myself patient to find out what she's looking at.

Dahyun: "You're right, Sana unnie. Don't be shocked if many girls are about to follow and simp for you YN like they always use to.", Dahyun said, agreeing to what our President said. I keep on trying my best to contain myself, not knowing that I'm slightly shaking impatiently. I WANT TO SEE IT SO BAD! I WANT TO FALL FOR YN MORE THAN ANY GIRLS OUT THERE!

Little did I know that he was planning not to ask for my account next as he's waiting to see what I'm gonna do about it.

YN was about to start a new topic for us talk about when Sana spoke that made him get interrupted.

Sana: "Hey, Jihyo. You have one too right?", I noticed YN glared at him too which both of us became nervous about it.

Jihyo: "O-oh, yeah."

Sana: "Want to add YN?", she asked me. Oh, no. Oh, no this is what I'm talking about. No, after hearing what Sana had to say regarding the intriguing photo of YN, I made the decision not to ask for YN's account. I reasoned that they might think that I want YN's account in order to look at it myself.

Knowing that I am the class's muse and that there is a dating rumor involving YN, which Sana and Dahyun are also aware of, I was concerned that people could see the situation incorrectly. that I would secretly admire him even more after I eventually had his Instagram account and could simply stare at his attractive face whenever I wanted.

Jihyo: "No. He doesn't seem to care about me.", I said, pretending that I'm sulking so that I can point on who's gonna do the sharing of account first back at hkm and escape this trap I had in.

"Look, he didn't even asked me. The truth is going very clear to me now that he doesn't really treat me as a true friend.", I said as long as I can in a very disappointed tone while throwing YN a sassy glance

Fortunately, that was enough for him to back down and apologize to me for what he had done because he believed that if he did not, he would lose my account, which he also badly wanted.

YN: "Hey Jihyo, I'm sorry. I really thought you don't have one since you're criticizing the app.", he said as he's scratching his nape.

Jihyo: "Why? Don't I have any rights to express my opinion?", I said to him bluntly as I keep on secretly teasing him.

YN: "N-no that's not what I'm implying, okay? I'm sorry, can I add yours?"

YES! OMG, I FINALLY HAVE IT!

Jihyo: "Fine.", As we exchanged, I gave him my account and he got his. I was acting quietly, but YN, Dahyun, and Sana were unaware that I was actually itching to burst with joy and pleasure.

I promptly went to the notifications after receiving YN's account and opened it. There, I noticed YN's photo and his profile, which instantly made me blush madly.YN WAS ON A BEACH AND HAD A POSE WHERE HE WAS FREAKING STROKING HIS WET HAIR WHILE WEARING A SOAKED WET WHITE SANDO THAT SLIGHTLY REVEALS HER PERFECTLY BUILT MUSCULAR BODY.

I can't helped it but to just stare at the picture. while having my face all completely reddened and my heart was beating rapidly and loudly like drums being hit with full force by the drummers. The picture that made Sana's compliment justifies at what she saw through it.

Sana: "OMOOOOOO~ I knew it, youll be the same as us too.", Sana said as she stood beside me which made me awakened back to the reality, covering my cellphone quick like a flash.

Jihyo: "H-huh, what are you saying?", I said, trying to be denial while my embarassment is completely attacking me so hard.

Sana: "But wow, your cheeks are so red, are you blushing?", she looked even closer to me, leaning her face closer beside my face and went on to poke my warming cheeks with her finger. "What is this, is the muse becoming one of the escort's admirers now too?", she teasingly smirked.

Dahyun: "You've been staring at his profile too almost reaching a minute as if you can't get off your eyes out at it.", Dahyun stated with a smug look on his face. It's obvious that they're both making fun of me right now. They noticed it, oh no! HOW SHOULD I RESPOND?

I can't think clearly because of my fear over how to stop them from having narrowly-focused thoughts.

I saw that YN was simply observing us. He seemed to have no idea what the heck is going on, but I was unaware that he was actually enjoying it so much that I am now being overtly affectionate with him. He only wants me to officially CONFESS it after that.

Jihyo: "I-ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK GUYS OKAY? JEEZ CALM YOUR ASSES, I- IT DOESNT MEAN THAT WAY, IM JUST SHOCKED THAT HE HAS AN ACCOUNT IN THIS APP AND YES I ALSO ADMIT YN LOOKS GREAT HERE BUT THATS IT! I'M JUST PRAISING HIM AS A FRIEND WHO'S JUST POINTING OUT THE TRUTH!", I bursted out my defense to explain my own side. I don't care if they're gonna believe it or not but I just hope that they won't provoke me more because they won't gonna like what might happen next and what can I do next.

MEANWHILE YN: "Friend... Welp, I was wrong about my thoughts again, I guess."

YN: "She's right, don't give it another meaning guys.", he said as he swiped his hands back and forth, gesturing the two to cut it off.

If only I could just tell him with all pure confidence and pride that what they're saying is actually true and I didn't wanted to lie at all.

I'm just protecting something that I don't want to be broken at all.

Sana: "Okay sheesh!", Sana said, patting my back to make me calm down but I just stared at her with an annoyed look and sighed heavily. " Wow, God Jihyo forgive us as we've mistaken you from our sins then."

Dahyun: "Don't curse us!", Dahyun said with all fear.

Jihyo: "Aishhh, just stop and go back to your seats kids. Freaking delusionals.", I just ignored them and went on to open my bag and reach out my books for our first subject today.

In the end, YN lost because he was the one who went for my account instead while me resulted with a win because I made him do it, despite with that near- end of my secret feelings I'm having to YN that I experienced.

LATER THAT FOLLOWING NIGHT:

Jihyo: "He's so freaking handsome.", I said as I keep on staring at YN's picture while I'm smiling with my whipped in love expression as I'm taking my break on doing my assignments.

After looking at his picture, I put down my phone and closed my eyes as I thought of something I should do tomorrow when I remembered what happened to me earlier that made me feel very mixed feelings that make me go crazy.

Jihyo: "Look at what you're doing to me, YN. You always making me lose my cool no matter what I do.", I said to myself before letting out a heavy sigh.

Little did I know that in far away, YN was just relaxing in his bedroom by looking at my pictures in my account and complimenting at it while smiling too.

- THE NEXT DAY - (YOUR POV)

My entire day of classes was quite strange and... perplexing.

Jihyo wasn't speaking to me at all. Yes, she was responding to my worries, but she did it in a rather icy manner. She was only responding briefly and in a voice that was clearly exhausted.

However, Jihyo is still flustered and emotionally impacted from yesterday, when she came dangerously close to being discovered for her affections for me, so I have no idea that she is doing this to avoid me for now.That's why she needs to chill out for a while to lessen it down but whenever I keep trying to interact with her through the whole class hours, it only gets worse.

Before we were about to go home, I stopped Jihyo in front of our classroom to try one last time but now is about trying to figure out what's wrong with her today.

YN: "Jihyo."

Jihyo: "What is it?"

YN: "D-do you have a problem with me?"

Jihyo: "No."

YN: "You sure?"

Jihyo: "Yes, I... just don't feel like talking at all."

YN: "Why?"

Jihyo: "Don't worry, we'll go back to normal tomorrow.", she then pulled out her cellphone after we both heard it rang due to a notification. "Bye, my driver just arrive. We still have somewhere to go.", then she just left me quickly as she walked out already from the school.

YN: "Uhh okay, bye Jihyo."

I stopped Jihyo in front of our classroom before we left for home to give it one last shot, by trying to figure out what's wrong with her.

In order to observe her securely make her way home after that, I slowly followed her from behind.

But what I ended up doing left me deeply regretting it.

I continued to watch her, and as the door of the enormous white family car she was driving opened, I saw that she had stopped in front of the school's gate.

It displayed a guy dressed in a school uniform, yet he appeared to attend a different school.

He had his arms extended, letting Jihyo press her body against his and wrap him in a very close hug.

I began to consider the possibility that the reason Jihyo is moving away from me is because someone has already stolen her heart. For the sake of her relationship with this mysterious guy who is also her boyfriend, she might be being cautious about any men she is close to.

YN: "So that's the reason. I could've liked it more if I got the answers from her through words, not actions.", I said as I chuckled bitterly at myself.

They got into the car and started driving away as I took my turn to follow them, all the while thinking that maybe the next day I should keep some distance from Jihyo as a means of relieving the anguish of rejection and jealousy that was filling my heart.

-LATER IN THE AFTERNOON- (JIHYO'S POV)

Sana: "There's still few minutes to go before it falls to nighttime.", Sana said from behind me. It made me return back to being conscious as I turned my head to her.

Jihyo: "What do you mean?", I furrowed my eyebrows.

Sana: "Just kidding. I thought you're excited to greet the nighttime that's why you're waiting for the sky to get dark because of the way you keep on staring outside."

Jihyo: "O-oh. Wait how long am I s-standing here?"

Sana: "Almost 15 minutes I guess?", she shrugged. " I keep on talking and talking then realized that the one I'm talking with is drowning in her thought for me to get her attention.", I just keep being silent to express how guilty I am. "What's wrong, Jihyo? Seeing you turning into this, I can definitely tell something deeply is disturbing your mind. Is it YN?", I just sighed in return to her as a response.

"Answer's obvious, I guess. I knew it, you do like him.", that made me look at Sana, less shock in my face because I also somewhat called it already that she already knows about it, especially that she knows me so much since I'm her very first friend.

But still...

Jihyo: "NO... ONE... WILL... KNOW... ABOUT... THIS.... O- OKAY?! NOT... A... SINGLE.. WORD, SANA.", I said crazily to her ears as I panicked after grabbing her collar and pulling her very close to me, where her head is just beside my face.

Sana: "O-okay, Jihyo jeez... I won't tell it to everyone okay?", she replied as she pushed me away from her to calm me down.

Jihyo: "Yeah... I trust you.", I said, heaving out a sigh.

Sana: "So I'm sensing a love problem, hmm? WELL DON'T WORRY 'CAUSE THE LOVE DETECTIVE IS HERE TO SOLVE IT OUT!", she stated as she introduced herself, rotating her body in an anime-like fashion. She even took one of my hats and wore it in her head to look more like a detective.

"What happened to the two of you? Just like yesterday, you two aren't talking to each other that much, but when it comes to us you guy act normal.", she asked me.

Jihyo: "That's what I'm wondering about, Sana. I promised to him that we'll be talking again after he confronted me and asked about why am I ignoring him."

Sana: "Huh? What did YN do to make you ignore him?", she asked curiously.

Jihyo: "I don't have any problems with him it's just... agh I can't freaking say it.", I said, groaning in frustration while I held my forehead; massaging it.

Sana: "Why don't you just admit that you love YN? I mean... me and Dahyun can see it through you."

Jihyo: "Really?"

Sana: "Yeah. Way too obvious. Out of all the peeps in our group, it's you who has a different way of treatment to YN. It's like... you're avoiding something that might affect you so that what you needed to do is set your guard walls up and protect you from it. Am I right?", I just flinched back because what she said hits straight ahead through me. It's definitely true at all that's why I didn't bother to dodge it anymore since Sana already knows.

As a responded, I only nodded back at her while I slowly bow my head in sadness.

Sana: "And what keeps you from confessing?"

Jihyo: "I'm scared."

Sana: "Aww look at little tough, angsty God Jihyo, hard on the outside but soft on the inside.", she said as she tried to tease me.

Jihyo: "Yahhh! Sana!"

Sana: "Hehe, sorry." She cupped my chin and slowly raised my head to make my face and my eyes to match at her. "But seriously, it won't hurt if you won't try. Although, I suggest the first thing you might do for now is to approach him this time. Be the one who has the motivation to chase, just like what he did yesterday.

You see that even if he didn't get quite clear of an answer to you atleast he has a slightest idea of it to make him relieved. So do the same, Jihyo. Face your fears before it's too late and turn it unexpectedly into your worst nightmare.", she nodded, wanting me to confirm that I'll agree and follow what she adviced to me. I just mouthed an "okay" to her and then she pulled me for a hug, making me feel more her comfort at me.

We both became silent as we watched the clouds disappear as the whole view of the sky turns dark, the moon and the starts slowly starts entering and appearing on our sight.

Our moment was interrupted when Sana's phone vibrated and rang through its notification. She opened it to see what it is.

Sana: "Oh, Dahyun's with him?", she said. I looked at what she's looking at on her phone and there I saw YN's new update in his Instagram account, which has three pictures, one is his solo, second is Dahyun's and third is where my heart slightly felt a stinging pain.

It was a picture of them together, and their faces were very close together, their cheeks touching at one another. I admit, I feel jealous and sad... especially knowing that Dahyun is the first girl too that was featured in YN's new account.

I noticed too that he has a caption on his post stating "Thanks to this tofu who accompanied me! 🤙💞 @dahyunniee "

Jihyo: "I-I see. I'll try, Sana. Thank you.", I said to her, responding to her advise to me once again through words since I intend to follow her advice tomorrow.

I shouldn't always let him do the move. Who am I kidding? I guess I'll have to do it too this time. How could I possibly make him love me if I'm not even trying?

Sana: "Always for my bestfriend.", she smiled at me.

THIRD PERSON POV Meanwhile, what Jihyo doesn't know what you meant in your caption is that, you shared his own love problem too on Dahyun. What's worse is that you actually cried as you remember seeing Jihyo hugging a mysterious guy in front of his very own eyes.

In the end, you lost because you failed to know why Jihyo is ignoring you today which makes you fail to realize if you're impressing her while Jihyo won because she successfully avoided your moves.

-THE NEXT DAY-

Mr. Bang: "Our school's anniversary celebration is coming next week and ne of the student council officers decided that we should make students perform of our own choosing and all of us teachers approved. Since you two are my students who are enormously famous and also for sure, talented... I'm picking you two to participate in the program, is that alright?", our class adviser Mr. Bang announced and asked me and YN as he requested us to stay for a minute before going home to tell us about this.

YN and Jihyo: "Yes, sir."

Ms. Lee: "Okay, good. You may go home now and spend your time preparing what would you two perform for the event."

YN and Jihyo: "Thank you, sir.", Mr. Bang smiled at nodded at us in appreciation. He then gestured for us to walk out of the classroom now.

As we went outside, I called YN 's attention as he just passed me by and walked straight, about to exit the building.

Jihyo: "YN!!!"

YN: "Oh, Jihyo. Why?", he asked me after he turned her body around to face me with his blank expression.

Jihyo: "C-Can I ask you something?", I stuttered at the beginning because I'm starting to get nervous at what I'm gonna do.

YN: "Go ahead. Spill it.", he then walked closer to me and every step he takes makes me heart beat and bump hardly onto my chest.

Jihyo: :Would you mind if I go home with you? M-my family's car won't be for now due to some problems. I don't have anyone else with me.", I asked him sheepishly and hesitantly at the same time as I made my final try to convince him to like me today.

Why? Well, I've strengthened my attempts to follow Sana's suggestion because I suspected that YN was the one avoiding me this time.

As Sana mentioned, our roles from yesterday were completely switched this time.

I tried everything I could to interact with him, but it was all worthless. He wasn't even entertained by my conversation. Yes, I understand that it could be due of what I did to him yesterday, but I specifically informed him that I would act normally with him the next day, which is exactly what I'm doing today.

But what's up with his mood when it comes to me? What is his issue this time that is keeping me from catching up with him today?

YN: "Uhh why me?", he asked me, acting clueless. I don't know why it kinda made me upset on him about this.

Jihyo: "Duh, i'm with you right now whom I'm very close with and it's only you who I know that uses a vehicle as a transport on the way in and out of the school.", I said with a sass and attitude. I'm about to abandon my plan this time since he's being so uncooperative, but I'm trying to hang on because it's karma for me anyway, and also because... Simply said, it's him, YN LN who is my crush and the only guy who has won my heart.

Jihyo: "Why? Are you shy to be with me? You and I, alone together?", I said as tried to tease him just so I can decrease the seriousness we're having today.

YN: "Huh, w-what are you saying?"

Jihyo: "It's true, isn't it? Are you sulking that we haven't talked yesterday?", I asked him, wanting to confirm my guess about the reason of his mood today.

YN: "No."

Jihyo: "Uh huh, but you needed this. What's stopping you now?"

YN: "Can you please just stop teasing me and let's go so that I could be alone now?", his voice raised quite high but the lack of emotion is still audible to his voice.

Jihyo: "I-I'm sorry. I just want to know what's wrong with you."

YN: "Nothing. And don't ask me more, please. I appreciate your concern as a friend but all I want for you right now to do is to let me be alone, okay?", he said to me. I didn't speak more next as I just followed him from behind as we exit the school and ride his bicycle to drive us on our way home.

YN: "Here we are.", he said before pressing the brakes, making us stop in front of the gates of our mansion.

Jihyo: "T-thanks, YN."

YN: "Welcome. Have a nice day ahead."

Jihyo: "Okay, b-be safe. I hope you'll be okay, YN.", That caused him to come to a halt halfway through pedaling his bicycle. I observed he bowed his head for a split second before driving away, leaving me alone in front of our mansion.

I didn't notice that the tears I was holding were spilling out of my eyes as I realized that what I was doing for him wasn't enough to cope with and repay for what I had done to harm his feelings.

I also became panicked, nervous and scared as I remember the times I saw him always sticking with Dahyun earlier, thinking that what if she already went ahead first than me?

What if I'm already getting left out now?

What if my feelings were being obvious again about what I did to him yesterday, that's why he's suddenly getting awkward now having me being close to him?

Or was it because...

.... what if...

... he's developing an admiration and love for Dahyun instead of me?

THIRD PERSON POV

Meanwhile... You instantly stopped and hid through the street post after turning onto another street, watching Jihyo from a distance, hugging that unknown person again.

She stepped out of their embrace to give the guy time to help her wipe away her tears, which you already saw... Perhaps because of what you did.

You didn't wanted to hurt her, and you cried after what you'd done. If only you could tell her freely that you're doing this to rest your heart after suffering too much from what you saw yesterday... which also occurred today.

YN: "You finally saw someone you chose to adore. I think it's for me to surrender and be happy with you instead, even if it'll took some time to move on. Sorry, Jihyo.", you let out a sigh before driving away again with your new decision stuck in your mind, as you thought that this is the only way to lessen the pain you feel.

In the end, you won by successfully avoiding her while Jihyo and Sana lost because she failed to make you share the cause of your problems to her while Sana's advice also failed because you just ignored all of Jihyo's attempts.

-5 DAYS LATER- (YOUR POV)

YN: "I'm gonna be the next to perform, make sure yall will watch okay? Support meeee!", I said to them as I grab my guitar and wear it around me. The school's anniversary event is currently being held right now at our open ground and it's my turn next after this student who is currently performing in the stage.

Sana: "Woohooo!!! Go, YN!"

Dahyun: "Make them go crazy for you, bro!"

Jihyo: "Yeah, but you better support me back too, dummy ok? I'm expecting a repay for this.", She said to me, and all I could do was nod and grin back. I admit that I still find it difficult to get along with her because I'm still in my 'moving on' phase.

But I admit, it makes me still struggle with it because yeah, every time I'm with her, my heart feels a bittersweet feeling all over again, but I'm still trying my best to fight it because I don't want to look like a fool for hoping that I still have a chance for her by keeping myself unrecovered and unbothered with my feelings for her after the immense pain I got.

My name was called next, and everyone cheered, especially the girls for me as the escort as I made my way up to the stage.

I moved closer to the stage as I began to perform, singing "Come Inside Of My Heart" by IV of Spades to the audience who are about to listen to me.

I love you But I don't really show you I'd call you But only if you want me too

Oh, don't you let it stop Oh, I won't let it happen, baby I will never stop But only if you listen to me

Come inside of my heart If you're looking for answers Look at the stars, go a little bit faster Ooh, ooh, hooh-ahh-ooh

Come inside of my heart If you're looking for answers Look at the stars, go a little bit faster Ooh, ooh, hooh-ahh-ooh

As I was ready to finish the song, I looked at Jihyo, who was watching me along with the rest of the audience. I sung the last few lines exactly as my message for her, as I'd always wanted to tell her.

I love you But I don't really show you

Jihyo was the next performer after that. She performed by dancing and singing a song called "Push And Pull" by TWICE, a highly popular girl group in our country. She also had backup dancers, which in my surprise... were Dahyun and Sana, indicating that she really had planned thoroughly for this.

I didn't realize it was her goal to chose that music and dedicate it to me, exactly like what I did.

After she finished performing, our party decided to separate from the crowd and spend some time together on one of the benches under a giant oak tree.

Sana: "Uhh Dahyun, do you want to see those game booths organized by other sections so that we can report it to the council later on?", our president asked the vice who is busy munching her choco pie.

Dahyun: "Oh y-yeah! Let's go. I'm curious about that one which has many student lined up for it."

Sana: "Okiii, let's go!", then she went on to grab Dahyun's hand. They excused themselves for a while and we didn't have any clue at all that they actually both planned this, but haven't shared it through one another for them to team up.

Dahyun: "Go for it, YN.", she mouthed to me before Sana and her turn around and walk away, leaving me and Jihyo alone together.

The atmosphere became very quiet and awkward as we don't even know what to say to each other. She was wiping her sweat with her towel while I'm just leaning my back on the chair while watching the people from the distance having fun together.

YN: "Your performance was great by the way.", I said as I just spoke what was on my mind just to break this deafening silence that surrounds us which I don't want to make us feel uncomfortable by it.

Jihyo: "Oh, t-thanks. Yours too. You successfully made the girls fall for you because of your voice, huh.", she teased me.

YN: "Hehe I can see that. But that's not really my intention.", I shook my head.

Jihyo: "Then what is it? A-are you dedicating it to someone?"

YN: "N-no! WHAT I MEANT IS YOU KNOW... S-SHOWCASING MY TALENTS AND BE PROUD OF MY GIFT! I- I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING HYOMAS... OR ELSE, ARE YOU CURIOUS ABOUT IT?", I just started to became nervous so I rapid fire blurted out my explaination to avoid my own intention earlier to be revealed.

Jihyo: "H-HUH? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT PABO! N-NO I'M NOT! DON'T THINK ABOUT THAT IM JEALOUS OR SOMETHING. NOT EVEN GONNA GIVE A CARE ABOUT IT, DUH.", her overprotective and very defensive self of hers is showing again.

YN: "Uh-huh, well it does it sound like you're worried earlier when you asked me about it.", I continued as I took the turn to tease her this time.

Jihyo: "S-SHUT UP! ARE YOU EVEN HEARING YOURSELF, YOU SOUND DELUSIONAL AS IF I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU."

YN: "HAHAHAHAHHAHA DO I LOOK LIKE I'M EXPECTING? I'M NOT EVEN INTERESTED AT YOU. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS THINK LIKE THAT ANYWAYS, HUH?", I fought back ay her. She just pinched me in my arm after because of how irritated she was, but secretly it was also for me hurting her feelings.

"OUCH! OKAY OKAY alright i'm gonna stop now. Just kidding, okay?", I begged for her to stop which she did as she just returned back to her silent mode, glaring away from while pouting and crossing her arms. I just chuckled at how cute she is.

YN: "You know, I just... missed this."

Jihyo: "W-what? Y-you missed making fun o-of me?"

YN: "No. Us. Talking like this as if everything is normal again.", that made her slowly look back at me.

Jihyo: "Ahh... yeah, I-I missed it too.", she said as she sheepishly smiled and nodded.

YN: "I'm sorry if I never followed what you said few days ago. Just want to take a break for myself because of some reason."

Jihyo: "No it's alright. It was m-my fault, too.", she shook her head. " I should've t-told you why I am ignoring y-you at that day."

YN: "Shall we take away our worries then?", I smirked at her. "Tell me what's yours and I'll tell mine."

Jihyo: "H-huh?! Y-you should go, first!", she complained.

YN: " Ladies first, sorry."

Jihyo: "B-but you should be taking it like a b-brave man . Are you scared?", she fought back by teasing me too.

YN: "What? No! I told you I'll follow next right. And also, you were the first one who became like that.", I pointed at her, making her gulp because of how guilty she was. I used it as a signal that I successfully checkmated her. " Now that makes sense and you can't argue with that."

Jihyo: "AGH FINE! I'll do it." , she huffed some air before being able to speak again. "Okay, I- I was... angry at that time."

YN: "Mmhhhmm... yeah you were, but... why?"

Jihyo: "Because... I... I..."

MEANWHILE, IN JIHYO'S MIND... "Cmon, say it!"

"Follow what Sana said. I can't just torture myself longer. If I not share what I truly feel for him, there's still a chance that he'll go away slowly from me and get attached to a new girl... to Dahyun.

"No, he's mine. AND THIS IS THE TIME I'LL FIGURE OUT THE ANSWER."

"I.... am..."

YN: "You're what?", I asked her, patiently waiting for her response.

Jihyo:" I LOOKED LIKE I WENT OUT OF THE MOOD BECAUSE YOU KEEP GOING NEAR FROM ME...", she said it loudly which enough for me to flinch back. It really looked like she struggled and fight too hard with herself just to release it. "... and how can my heart even take a break if you keep on doing that. That's how I'm so in love with you, YN.", what she just said made me gasp and widen my eyes as I maintained my frozen and unconscious body, staring at her with pure shock and disbelief.

She confessed to me.

Oh my god, I did it. I made her love me.

But... wait, h-how? N-no, I must listen to her more because after what I've been through it does still feels a bit kinda.......wrong to it?

"You're m-making me go crazy for you. Everyday when I see you being touched by any girls out there who either admires you or not, I panic. Rage. I may be in denial that I don't care about it but only if you know how badly I wanted to snatch you away from them and keep you in my company.", she started expressing to me all what she's been keeping through her heart all along.

YN: "Jihyo...", all I could do was to mutter her name because I'm still taken aback at this moment. This is just so unexpected.

Jihyo: "I'm sorry for all the lies, the despise, and the way I act towards you. I didn't mean it at all, it's just... I need to do it so that you won't get a hint of me keeping all my adoration towards you.", I heard her sniff and that made me look very focusedly at her as she finally had that teardrop came out of her eyes, signifying that her emotions finally got her now.

"Cause I'm scared, that if one day when you found out you... you might, l-leave me because y-you don't see me m-more like this. A-as friends.", she said while she starts to cry in front of me. This sight of her doesn't fail to make me frown and make my heart being clenched because of how sorry she looked being like this.

"That's why my confession today took time to happen cause I don't you to abandon m-me. I need you.", she then went on to hug me as she cried it all through me. Her action made my heart flutter as I feel like I am really important in her life.

"Rejection, yes. I can take it. But please, don't make this as the reason to end our friendship by making a gap between us. Just don't waste my effort of showing my love for you instead.", she said while having a muffled voice because of her face being buried on my shoulder.

YN: "Jihyo...", I called her name, as I started to stroke her short black hair.

Jihyo: "Hmm?", she said after leaning her face close to my rampaging chest due to my fast heart beats.

YN: "I won't."

Jihyo: "How w-would I know if y-you're saying the truth?"

YN: "Then look at me to find out." Jihyo went away from the hug and then she looks at me, revealing her messed up face face due to her tears.

I wasted no time in planting my lips to kiss her passionately.

I kept her near because I wanted her to melt as much as possible in our contact, till she grasped the back of my head and drew me further closer to her face as our lips danced faster together, savoring the taste of our sweetness behind the love we're making us feel for each other.

She lets go off me with a popping sound releasing herself onto me. We both kept a small distance between our faces as I looked at her carefully while cupping her cheek and softly rubbing it with my thumb.

YN: "I always wanted to say this to you, Jihyo. That I love you too. Did you heard my heart beating in a high speed?", she just nodded to me while briefly closing her eyes.

" You're the only one who’s capable of doing that to me. No one else but you. That's why I'm hesitating to give up on making you feel the same as me because... I thought you really just made me prove my fears.

Jihyo: "What makes you afraid, YN?"

YN: "That I wasn't even worthy to be loved.", I smiled painfully at her. "That I do lack something. And it makes me worry that I may be not enough at all to capture someone's heart and make it bloom like a flower. So when I learned that I am definitely falling in love with you, I wanted you to be one who confirm it for me as that day comes that I made you be.

Now that I know you and I has something in common for us to nervous having ended up in this moment, I felt relieved... especially that you proved me all wrong about myself.", I said as my own tears of joy started to flow out through my cheeks.

Jihyo then took her turn to cupped my cheeks while taking out the tears away from my face.

Jihyo:" YN, I want you to remember this from now on. I didn't trusted you to lend my heart and soul because I only feel pity for you. No, I did that because I believe in you. You're more than enough. You are everything to me.", she hummed as she waits for me to answer which I gave him a nod first as my way to thank her in appreciation.

YN: "And I'll continue to be like that while being on your side, cause I aint going away from you. I'll do my best not to left you behind. I will make sure I won't abandon you. Hell, I don't even know if I can't do that when I can't even stand seeing you go far away from me.", we both chuckled after. After that, we both looked at each others' lovingly eyes as I smiled to her before asking this very special question I've been wanting to ask only for her.

YN: "So, Park Jihyo, my muse. I ask you, will you be my girlfriend?"

Jihyo: "Yes, my escort. I would really love you to be my boyfriend.", she showed me her gummy smile after and then seconds later we both pulled each other again for a deep, heartwarming kiss.

YN: "We can work it out, right?"

Jihyo: "Yes, as long as we have ourselves, we'll face our fears together.", I smiled at her as I feel touched through that words.

YN: "You know, I thought you're already taken."

Jihyo: "Yah, why?

YN: "I always see that dude you're always with on a car. If i'm not mistaken I only met your sister so I wonder who's that guy. Then a theory came in to my mi-", before I was about to finish my words she interrupted me with a loud laughter that made me look at her confusedly why she reacted like that.

Jihyo: "HAHAHAHAHHAHA YOU CRIED AT THAT? PABO THAT WAS MY COUSIN.", Jihyo kept laughing hard at me while I just stared in disbelief and embarrassment, knowing that the guy who became the reason for my tears, heartbreak, and jealousy was her cousin all along.

All I wanted right now was for the land I was stepping on to eat me entirely in shame.

YN: "O-oh... really?"

Jihyo: "Yeah you idiot, he was living for now at our mansion since his parents which are my uncle and auntie went abroad for business reasons.", she explained. She then lifts her head a bit higher and looked with her smug expression, smirking at me. "Aww YN's is jealous of me being seen with other men. How cute."

YN: "E-EH? STOP! DO YOU KNOW HOW BADLY I KEEP ON SPACING OUT AS I THOUGHT IM TOO LATE?", I whined but  just chuckled and pinched me both in the cheeks as I looked at her like a baby sulking on her mother.

Jihyo: "It's all fine now, YN. I'm only interested at you... after all, I will always prefer to be in love with you anyways, so take that in mind ok?", I just nodded back at her because I went out of words as I'm blushing too hard in front of her. "Actually I thought I don't have any chance also when I saw you and Dahyun in your IG post."

YN: "And you cried?", she just stared at me because I really caught her at that. Already enough for me to take that as an answer, I started wheezing until she also laughed at me too.

Jihyo: "Yaaaahhh!!! YN!", I just playfully hit him in the arm because I actually don't even hate it anyways because I deserved it too.

YN: "Dahyun and I are just "bros" okay? I just wanted to get some advice from her since she already found out that I have a crush on you. Well since we are just neighbors, she came into my place for that. ", I mentioned this to make her understand why Dahyun already has an idea of what's going on between me and Jihyo which I wasn't aware of, Sana already knows something about us too.  "And also... she's into Sana by the way.",She stared at me, mouthed "oh?" and gasped then I just signaled her to be silent while she nodded in response.

Sana: "AHH YES, FINALLY. THE TSUNDERES FINALLY GETS IT DONE.", me and Jihyo both had our heart skipped a beat in shock when Sana just appeared out of nowhere with us.

Dahyun: "About time the war of love and the exchanges of pushing and pulling each other has to be stopped. Congrats to both of you!"

Sana: "YEAH!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO! CONGRATSSS TO THE NEW LOVERS!!!", Sana then started cheering for us while Dahyun just kept on clapping while smiling for us.

YN and Jihyo: "T-thanks..."

Dahyun: "Hey, we found a photobooth there by the way! Let's have a picture of us!"

Me, YN and Sana: "Yeah!", we all happily responded to Dahyun's request.

After that, we walked to the photobooth and took four shots as a group, while Jihyo and I took five.

We both grinned as we swapped our solo photos and our first photos as a pair in our phone cases.

When I saw Jihyo's photo, I grinned. I still can't believe she's finally mine and I don't have to worry anything more. I can't help but feel grateful and fortunate to have this girl in my arms right now.

Now I'm encouraged more to do my best on doing my responsibilities as a boyfriend to her,  especially by making her laugh, smile and feel my overflowing love in my heart for her.

In the end, even though Sana and Dahyun won by making us two talk while Jihyo lost the war of love we have because she made the first move to confess; we still finally discovered that we both captured each other's hearts mutually as we finally had been able to share our feelings for one another, thus ending us up in this new upgraded relationship we always wanted to have, where it could lead us more to a bright and happy future that awaits us ahead.

-🦄-

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5k-10k Words (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six

A Game for Those Who Seek to Find a Way to Leave Their World Behind | 6k | - jilliancares

Summary: In which Dan finds a strange board game and ends up playing it (and releasing its horrors) with his best friend Carrie and arch enemy, Phil.

A Literal Pain In The Ass | 7k | - philsdrill

Summary: Late into the night, Dan’s boyfriend Steven takes an abusive turn. It’s up to Phil to rescue him and give him the aftercare and consolation he needs.

all this bloody happiness | 7k | (ao3) - graydar

Summary: It’s true that this Christmas won’t feel like any Christmas they’ve ever had.

A Prince’s Choice | 6k | - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Prince Phillip reconnects with an old friend at the royal family’s annual Christmas party.

a Superstar (ao3) | 8k | - queerofcups

Summary: Phil is a former child actor, with a kid and a not-so-mysterious past. Dan's a nanny, desperately trying to retire. They fall in love, y'know, eventually.

But in Your Position, That is a Risk | 8k | (ao3) - ot5ology

Summary: When Phil orders an extra large drink for his viewing of Blade Runner 2049, he discovers he’s taken on (or should we say taken in) more than he can handle. Dan’s just along for the ride.

Chocolate Ice Cream And Bourbon | 9k | - daeguk

Summary: It’s not as if Dan doesn’t want to go to the parties that he’s obligated to go to as a university student. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, and Dan knows that him and parties should not mix. That is, until he isn’t alone, and he meets a solemn writer named Phil.

Cinnamon Lips | 5k | (ao3) - aby55al (abyssa1)

Summary: Phil likes wearing pink and strawberry lip-gloss. Dan wears all black and chews cinnamon gum.

Falling In Love With The Enemy | 10k | - dxnhowell

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for the first time in such a long time (I know I'll be okay) | 7k | (ao3) - possumdnp

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from the starting line | 5k | (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil visit Dan’s family for the first time in a post-coming out universe.

High | 6k | (ao3) - strommae (dibbit)

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But of course, wanting to impress his cool older boyfriend, Dan says yes.

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not trying to hide it | 5k | (ao3) - dvp_95

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Pup Switch | 5k | (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: The guys have become comfortable in their roles as pup and master, switching from time to time—until they realise that they’ve never truly switched places. In this story, Phil tries to figure out how to fulfill Dan’s desire to be dominated.

Touch | 7k | (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan is home alone, and decides to go au naturale. It would be all fine and dandy, but then he gets a little drunk. A couple pictures, a few texts, and a surprising phone call changes everything.

What We Are to Each Other | 7k | (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: So maybe they both suck at communication. Maybe Dan needs to talk to Phil about what they are to each other. And maybe Phil needs to sit his parents down and tell them that big, slightly scary thing about himself. But maybe it’ll all work itself out, one way or another.

what you won't say out loud | 10k | (ao3) - seabright

Summary: All in the name of fiscal responsibility.

with the lights out | 5k | (ao3) - irrationalqueer

Summary: Dan’s been purposely brazen and provocative since basically the beginning, comfortable in the knowledge that his body and his whispered words can make Phil hot, keep him interested. But Phil’s been kind and sweet and thoughtful and when he flirts it just feels like honesty.

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[johannacantsing]

six sentence sunday-7.23

i moved in last weekend and finally got internet babey

i also hit over 7k words already???? yeehaw, we’re rolling

i might need to round it out a bit, but this is actually for a later chapter, so i’ll cross that fucking bridge when i get to it lol

Through gritted teeth and with panic in his voice, Noah whimpered, “Why is everyone having a panic attack in the fucking bathroom right now?”

“I’m not having a panic attack. I’m calm as shit, dude.” Maybe I was freaking out because why else would I say the least helpful thing in the world. 

“Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok,” Noah breathed out, nodding. I took a swig of the vodka and started in. It was hard to get the skin to meet. With a cut, the skin’s just separated but Noah had lost the shit that went inside and the edges seemed so far away. Still, I had spent the last 17 years stitching up myself and then my brothers.

I was just about to tie off the floss when I read “SUPERSTAR” in bold cheetah printed letters across Noah’s chest. 

“Are you kidding me! That’s my shirt! You’re bleeding all over my shirt, dickhead!”

#six sentence sunday #i don't know why i call it six etc etc bc i don't think i've ever posted just six sentences #it's always like 8-20 lol #i feel like six just don't paint enough of a picture or some shit lol #my writing