#I had to step away from Instagram for a moment because it annoyed me so bad lmao

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 8 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I promise next chapter will be juicy! 😉

W/C: 3.086

part seven

"Wait- why am I actually kind of bitter about this?"

I mumble, looking up at Luis. He turns around, moving his camera away to look at me.

"Bitter about what?" He asks, fidgeting with the settings of the device.

"They literally crap out money- but get a free BMW?" I question, folding my arms.

"Oh, please. Will you stop being such a negative person?"

He gives me a nasty look, his hand coming to grab my arm.

"Or go sit in the car..?" He adds, pointing behind me.

"No, it's too hot to sit in the car.." I complain, adjusting my sleeve.

"Why did you even follow me here in the first place?" He asks, raising his brows.

"I was done with my to-do list and didn't want to stay cooped up in the office.."

Not to mention to avoid the insanely annoying looks I had been receiving ever since those stupid rumors and photos had been out.

"Okay, just stay back and watch then.."

I watch him make cinematic shots of each individual model and car. My patience begins to thin when he's still busy with it twenty minutes later.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to keep myself busy. I carefully scroll through my Instagram explore page, ignoring the thousands of follower requests to my account.

The internet was very quick, so within hours of my face being online, people had found both my full name and social media accounts.

"y/n!"

I freeze, holding my phone against my chest, and turn in the direction the noise came from.

I make immediate eye contact with Valeria, her obnoxiously fake smile burning my eyes instantly.

"Yeah? Anything wrong with the shoot?" I ask, shoving my phone into my pocket.

"No, the players have just arrived- and it's a better look if you're off your phone and look interested."

I fight the urge to snort at her ridiculous comment, and just nod before I lose it.

"Sure, any reason you're here today? It's only for some short clips..”

I watch her take a step forward, a hand reaching up to her hip. She moves her neck in a weird way, staring at me for a moment.

"It's always good to see how my juniors work, and how close they are to the players is really something I like keeping an eye on.."

Oh- surprise, she was here for something stupid!

I was already over her snarky remarks, especially those insinuating a romantic relationship between Jude and me.

The thought only makes me want to gag.

I shiver at the cursed idea, noticing a few players already walking over to check out the new car they chose, and look back at Valeria.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guys really need your presence and knowledge. Please, go and join them.."

I instigate, hoping and wishing she goes to bother Toni instead.

For some reason, he could handle her bullshit really well.

"Oh, don't mind if I do.." She chuckles, immediately turning her back to me and walking away.

I sigh in relief, rubbing my nape to try to release some tension from my body.

I begin walking up to the cars myself, reading off every license plate to see which player got what model.

I stop at the car chosen by Aurélien, observing the details of the 'i4 eDrive35'.

« Très belle, non? » I hear him say. I nod, pursing my lips.

« Le couleur- noir est parfait.. » I compliment, stepping back to get a better view.

I open my mouth to say something else- but I'm startled by a loud car horn, it almost makes my eardrums explode. I shut my eyes tightly, not reacting fast enough to cover my ears properly.

"What the fuck.." I mumble, looking to my left. An obviously aggravated expression on my face, because who the hell thought that was a good idea?

“Jude! Get out of your mom’s car, please!” I exclaim, seeing him stand at the driver’s door.

The man couldn’t even drive, but got to choose a car for himself?

Not even that- he also chose the most expensive model worth more than a hundred thousand euros?

Life is so unfair.

“You’re standing in the way!” He exclaims, walking around to sit in the passenger seat. Another staff member comes over to drive him around the parking lot.

I give him a nasty look, stepping aside and looking back at Aurélien.

“Why don’t you join him?” He suggests, an obvious smirk on his face.

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, raising my brows and folding my arms defensively.

“You know- nice car and fun drive..” He trails off, glancing at the moving car.

“I would feel like I’m in danger without him even being the driver..” I state, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

He chuckles, as if to mock the fear for my safety. I shrug it off, looking behind me to see where Luis is.

“Come on- get in the car and I’ll get Luis to do a little video..” I usher, walking away to get Luis.

The entire shoot takes us about an hour before we’re finally done. I quickly bid farewell and thank fellow staff members for their hard work before jumping into my car.

I go to start my car, looking up to see where Luis is. I roll my windows down, letting some fresh air into the car, hoping he’ll be here quickly.

“No- it’s just annoying because I’m trying to do my job properly and I’m getting the craziest stares. Like, does having a conversation with someone mean we’re married with three kids and a chihuahua?!” I exclaim, looking at Amira on FaceTime.

“And you attended his match, and you wore his name on your shirt and spoke to his family and-"

I cut her off with a loud groan, rubbing my eyes in irritation.

“You’re the one who set me up!”

“I thought you already knew it was his shirt! Should I have worn Jude’s while you wore Trent’s?” She defends herself, a smirk forming on her lips.

I shake my head, dropping my pencil on the table.

I had been studying all day and had stopped the instant Amira called me.

“The way I can’t even get mad at anyone about this- ugh..” I complain, shifting in my chair.

“And those follow requests are so annoying..”

I grumble, totally aware of the fact that I had been complaining about literally every single thing and then some.

“Girl, if you set your account on public again and accept those followers..”

“What? I’m going to clout chase being that douche's fake girlfriend?”

“Obviously?”

“I have to take over my dad’s firm one day, and you want me to be known for dating my coworker?”

“Too late-"

I stop paying attention to what she’s saying when the front door opens, my gaze moving to see my dad walking in.

“I’m going to call you back later.” I mutter to Amira, waving at her until she hangs up.

I close my laptop, standing up to walk over to the door.

“Hey, dad- you’re late.” I say, grabbing his laptop bag off of him.

“I had a lot of work to review. Did you have dinner?” He asks, hanging his coat up on the coat rack.

“I had some of the food auntie Carmen made. You?”

“We all had dinner in the office. Everyone has been going home late these days.” He says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink before loosening his tie.

“With what?” I ask, setting his laptop bag on the table, prying into his business.

“Can’t say, but- don’t you think you need to tell me something?” He suddenly asks, turning to me.

I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes.

What the hell would I be hiding from him?

“Uh- no? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I state, scratching my nape in confusion.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, coming to hold onto my shoulders.

“I’m sure. What am I supposed to hide from you?” I ask, getting rather defensive, a frown forming in between my brows as I keep staring at him.

He notices my irritation, letting go of my shoulders and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay- I understand. Don’t get all angry at me..” He says, smiling.

“I’m not angry- just confused..”

“Forget I asked- How was work? How about you tell me about that instead?”

I purse my lips, looking down at my laptop.

“Alright, the players got new cars, so we had to do a shoot for BMW..” I mutter, fiddling with my notebook.

“You look so down, y/n. What? Are you jealous? I got you your new Audi less than two years ago..”

“What do you mean, dad? I love that car, would not exchange an Audi for a BMW- I have some car knowledge.” I state, my expression changing as I explain to him.

“That’s right! Come to me when you really want to change your car. I’ll call up some people I know.”

I make my way towards the printer, looking for the documents I had sent over to be copied a couple hours ago. Finding them, I quickly read them through to confirm the pages are complete, until I’m stopped by Hugo.

“Are you ready for El Classico week?” He asks, making a copy of something.

Most people, as in football fans, would say an El Classico is a match you shouldn’t miss. The long-standing rivalry between the two clubs was always interesting to watch, and I would definitely agree a hundred percent-

Only, if it didn’t mean we had to ensure our match posts, interviews, and statements were properly prepared and triple-checked and approved days leading up to the match.

Of course, I loved watching the game- but the way it exhausted literally everyone involved was no fun.

What made it harder was the fact that we had a whole Champions League match to worry about first. To sum it all up, no one was getting sleep for the next two weeks.

“Yeah, just really busy with preparations.” I reply, folding the corner of the documents.

“Good luck, we’ve all been having sleepless nights. It will be worth it in the end- you’ve experienced this before. Just keep on doing what you always do.”

I nod in acknowledgment, smiling at him.

“You’re right, we will put our best foot forward.” I give him a thumbs up, chuckling.

“Good- I’ll see you at lunch. Work hard!” He encourages, patting my shoulder before leaving with his printed papers.

I sigh in relief when he leaves, making my way up to my desk. I place the documents on the table, before running down to the pitch. Having to finish some last-minute recording of the match preparations.

I walk over to the pitch, training is already in full motion, and I notice Luis already there. I look around for any other staff members, only seeing the creepy guy I ran into weeks ago standing across the pitch.

The guy was a walking, real-life jumpscare at this point. I’d only run into him at random moments, and the way he’d look at me had my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re late.” Luis complains, bringing me out of my thoughts, fiddling with a black cable.

“Did those two minutes kill you?” I ask, sighing, and look at the players who were training.

“Of boredom, yes..” He replies, and I notice the small- very slight compliment in his words. A smile forming on my face as I chuckle.

“We would’ve been absolutely fucked if Kepa didn’t save that one..” I mutter, insanely stressed, as I eye the scoreboard in the Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium. A temporary stadium FC Barcelona had been using for this season.

“Don’t say that- you have no trust in this team whatsoever..” Luis complains, looking up at me.

“Who will score?” I ask, we loved guessing who would score and assist goals during every match.

“Jude.” He immediately says, not hesitating one bit.

“No- I’m guessing Vinicius..” I say, eyes darting back to my laptop screen.

“I will be right- just watch..”

“It’s his second El Classico and his first in season one. What is he going-” I immediately stop talking when I notice a chance to score, my hands tangle into my shirt as I see how much space there is to score.

I gasp, and my jaw slacks open when Jude scores an absolute screamer, which I’d obviously never admit to him.

“I told you!” Luis screams, celebrating like it’s his birthday. I scoff, secretly happy we were put out of our 0-1 misery, and search for the draft I’m supposed to publish.

A couple minutes pass, it’s almost full time, and extra time is finally announced. The away side is full of Madridistas, all sitting on the edge of their seats until Luca kicks the ball towards Jude and GOAL!

The away side celebrates happily, with another El Classico win in our pocket. I quickly manage and do what I have to do, before we both get up to go back inside.

I was both delighted and annoyed at the fact that we won. Of course, it’s always amazing to win a match like this, especially when we were doing so well this season. Also because it’s Luca’s 500th match, and an assist is pretty amazing to pull off on a day like this.

The only thing making me have bitter feelings was the fact that I had to interview Jude today. Normally, Man Of The Match interviews with him were already horrific to experience. An elaborate interview with him, after I’d been avoiding him like the plague, wasn’t necessarily something I would want to do.

“Can you go first? I’ve got to pee really badly..” I say to Luis, placing my bag down and running towards the restroom. Finishing my business up quickly and washing my hands thoroughly.

I look around me for a bit, knowing that sometimes players would use these restrooms as well. I had heard about instances where the players of the opposite team had raged against our team’s staff members. Which definitely had me watching my back in moments like these.

I had interacted with some players of FC Barcelona, and they hadn’t been disrespectful so far.

Thus, I’m not too fazed when the door to the restroom opens. I look up as a sweaty and tired Ferran Tores walks in.

We make immediate eye contact, and I nod in greeting, shooting him a quick ‘hello' before pulling some paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

He seems to be seething in anger, so I break eye contact, looking away.

“This is a staff bathroom, are you aware of that?”

He suddenly says, water splashing from the faucet as he begins washing his face.

“Sorry?” I question, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Not for girlfriends.” He mutters, turning the faucet off.

My face twists into one of confusion, the words throwing me for a loop. Seems like he notices, and he opens his mouth again.

“You’re Bellingham’s girl, aren’t you? This is the staff restroom.” He enunciates every single word as if I’m a kindergartner, it makes me freeze for a second.

I struggle to stop myself from reacting thoughtlessly, not knowing if I should be crying or laughing.

My hand reaches for my staff badge hanging from my neck, waving it in front of his face.

“Do I look like a girlfriend?” I ask, dropping my badge and stepping out before he can apologize.

Asshole, losing doesn’t give you the right to be so damn rude.

How could I even get rid of these stupid fucking rumors?

“Okay, smile!” I exclaim, holding Luis’s camera up to take a photo of the squad. With the happiness of winning an El Classico and the celebration of Luca's milestone came a lot of excitement and enthusiasm.

I hold back a chuckle at the sight of Aurélien laying on the floor, instructing some of them to move a bit for a better shot.

We take multiple photos together, staff members taking photos with the squad while I force them to stand in front of the camera.

“y/n, come here, and we’ll take a picture!” Antonio urges, snatching the camera off of me and pushing me to stand in front of the camera.

I feel myself being pushed, until I find myself almost pressing into Jude’s side.

I curse to myself, forcing an awkward smile as I pose next to everyone.

“What? Surely, you don’t think I bite?” Jude whispers, his arm dropping to his side.

“Please, shut up and pose. We still have that interview, so don’t start now..” I mutter between a clenched smile, pretending I’m not fazed.

I hear a soft chuckle, a mocking and breathy ‘sure’ leaving his mouth.

It gives me shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to step on his shoe, focusing on posing instead.

This will be a long, long interview..

“You should’ve told me you’re leaving.” I mumble, mouth full of cereal and milk.

“Sorry, been so busy, didn’t even come to mind.” My dad says, walking around the house as he gets ready for work.

“Where is that blue tie I just got?” He shouts from his room.

“I ironed it! It’s in the bottom drawer!” I shout, scrolling through my messages.

“Got it!”

I hum, chugging the leftover milk in my bowl before standing up from the dining table.

“When are you going? Will you be gone for long?” I ask, watching him put the tie on in his bedroom.

“This weekend. It’s a crucial case, so I’ll be back when it’s totally over. Don’t get up to mischief. I know how you get when you’re home alone.” He points, giving me a stern look.

“Yeah, sure, I will plan a house party or two..” I joke, but it doesn’t land as he continues staring me down.

“Okay! I will be a responsible adult and call you or auntie Carmen when something happens..”

“Good, I’m leaving to get to work. Will you be back on time for dinner?” He says, grabbing his paperwork and laptop bag.

“Yeah, can we order in tonight?” I give him a pleading look, walking him out.

“You know I can’t deny my daughter happiness in the form of burgers and fries...”

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[i-am-baechu]

Chapter one

Wishes (M) (Season One) 

Summary: After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? 

Genre: Gang au!, college au!,  strangers to enemies (one-sided), strangers to lovers, slow burn, friendships, romance, angst,  little comedy, and smut

Main pairing: Gang leader! Min Yoongi x Pianist! Reader 

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, gangs, violence, smoking cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol usage 

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

Melancholy. The only way Min Yoongi could describe how he was feeling on this September evening. The sun was in its perfect position to bring in the photographers or just the average person on Instagram but to Yoongi, it was annoying. The light purple mixing with the pink so seamlessly was annoying. The sky always brought annoyance to him. It was consistent and in his world that meant safety. Safety was something he could never have and he knows this. 

He lit his cigarette and made his way through the campus. No one knew who Yoongi truly was, he never let anyone get close to him to find out. There were rumors that he was a gang leader and even though they were true, he never let anyone know that. He was a mystery, a mystery no one wanted to solve because of fear. The fear of the truth is enough to keep the daring away. 

He opened the door to the music hall and his eyebrows furrowed when he heard a soft melody. It bounced off of the red velvet walls and created this hypnosis that would make the weak clap their hands but Yoongi wasn’t weak. He quietly walked further down the music hall and watched the girl play away on his piano (it wasn’t his but the whole campus knew not to touch it). He tilted his head in curiosity at the girl, he couldn’t see her face but whoever it was, had to be new. He softly made his way up to the wooden stage, making sure not to make noise, and stood behind her. He took his cigarette out and let out a puff, “You shouldn’t touch things that aren't yours.” 

He waited for a response. Nothing. His eyebrow twitched at this and let out a cough as the girl continued to play, “Yo, did you hear me?” He gently kicked the chair and she jumped at the sudden action. She looked at him with wide eyes, she looked innocent. Her sweater was nice and it looked like it was expensive and her pearl earrings gave away more than she could ever know.

She took off her headphones and gave him a small smile, “Did you want to play too? I was almost finished practicing.” 

He scoffed at her and let out another puff as she watched him closely, “It’s my piano. I don’t need your permission to play it.”

“Well, I don’t see anyone’s name on it. If anything it's the schools.”

“What’s your name?” 

“Now why would I tell you that?” He watched her gather her things and his eyes focused on the seal on her bag. It was the seal of the private school across the way, which only the rich and influential go to. He glanced back at her with a raised eyebrow, “Now what is a rich girl doing in a community college music hall?”  

She put her arm through the loops and turned to look at Yoongi, “The fact you're already judging me for being rich is annoying. I’m here because I can be. Good luck with your piece, bye.” 

She pushed her hair behind her ear and gave him a tight smile. She walked down the steps but he couldn’t peel his eyes away from her. She glanced back at him and gave him another tight smile, “Have fun...”

With that, she walked out of the music hall leaving Yoongi standing there with a confused face. He let out a puff of smoke and shook his head, “Women...” He sat at the piano and stared at the ebony keys. The one place where he could be at peace. Some people had the moon and the stars to give that said peace but for Yoongi the piano gave him everything he needed. His fingers gently touched the keys and the sad melody played throughout the hall. 

It was quiet. Too quiet. Yoongi sighed and cracked his neck with annoyance. He turned his head and glared at the door, “I know you're there.” 

“Haven’t lost your touch, boss.” The curtains moved and Kim Namjoon appeared with his glasses shining under the stage light. Kim Namjoon was the student president on campus and he was well respected. He was intelligent, elegant, and a good second-hand man. He was also Yoongi’s best friend since they were children. He knows all the secrets and the darkness in his soul and vice versa, best friends till death. 

“Don’t call me boss on campus. What happens if someone hears you?” 

Namjoon shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the piano with a small smirk, “We could always just kill them.” 

“And waste a bullet on a student, and to think I thought you were smart.” 

“When I need to be. We have that meeting tonight.” 

Yoongi sighed and sucked in the air, “Don’t leave any evidence.” 

“Do you want to keep a finger?” 

“I’m sure he wants to see his son’s finger one last time. Just make sure he doesn’t kill one of our men again, he’ll learn.” 

Namjoon nodded his head and took a cigarette from his pack. He lit the cigarette and placed it in his mouth, “It wasn’t just that...You know what he did to me.”

“That’s why I’m doing this...let’s go.” 

The two left the music hall but before they left the campus, Yoongi turned towards Namjoon, “I need you to keep an eye on that private school.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrow while smashing his cigarette under his shoe, “Why?” 

“Just do it.” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The only thing that guided them was the lamp posts and the occasional headlights from the street. It was Yoongi and his main crew, the captains. Kim Namjoon; the second-hand man, Kim Seokjin; the hacker, Jung Hoseok; the interrogator, Kim Taehyung; the stealth, Park Jimin; the seducer, and Jeon Jungkook; the muscle. Best friends since childhood to gang leaders, oh how the time passes. 

Yoongi cracked his neck and glanced down the dark alley looking over his shoulder to Taehyung, “To the roofs. I’ll signal you when I need you, take Jin.”

Jin looked at Yoongi with a frown, “You want me to go that high up with him, you trust him?”

“Of course I trust him. He hasn’t killed you yet.” 

Taehyung let out a chuckle and shook his head, “Come on hyung, you love spending time with me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, kid, let's go.” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the two and turned towards Jungkook, “You know what to do. Hoseok, you're going to follow Jungkook.”

“Yes, boss.” 

“Alright let's go.”  

The rest of the guys made their way down the alley and Yoongi cracked his neck when he saw a person standing at the end. He raised his eyebrow at the scene, it was weird to see just one person. Where were the rest of the guys? He looked around and saw Taehyung standing at the building next to them. Taehyung flashed three lights letting him know that the close was clear. 

Yoongi stopped and took out his cigarette to lit, “What do you want, Hwan?”

Song Hwan was Yoongi’s rival since the beginning of The Seven. Hwan was one of those kids that whined to his dad to get what he wanted and his father was the type to make sure his son gets it. Hwan went to the same school as Yoongi and was always jealous of everything he achieved in school. Yoongi may be a gang leader but he was always the top student in his year. It all started when Yoongi showed up at school with a gold chain and Hwan wanted it. Hwan would stalk Yoongi and see that he was selling drugs among other things and wanted to make the same if not more money than him. It was just a petty one-sided rivalry that was more annoying to Yoongi but that ends tonight. 

Hwan let out a small chuckle and watched Yoongi puff out some smoke, “Those are bad for you, you know?”

“What do you want, Hwan?”

Hwan rolled his eyes and glanced at Namjoon, “Never one for small talk. How’s your sister Namjoon?”

Namjoon tensed at this but Yoongi put his hand up to stop him from charging. He turned his head at Hwan and shook his head, “You called me here for a meeting. Get on with it.” 

“Fine. My father is getting too involved with business and is leaving The Dragons in my hand...I don’t want to be rivals anymore.” 

Yoongi took out his pistol and pointed it towards Hwan, “You got the nerve to say that to me, after everything you’ve done. Should’ve killed you when we were teenagers.” 

“Just listen, there’s a bigger threat coming.” 

“Speak.” 

Hwan sighed and glanced down at the pavement, “There’s a new group that's becoming big. I know you heard about the death of Ha Joon.” 

“Of course.”

“It was done by this new group, Demony na zapade.”

Yoongi lowered his gun and stared at him, “Why should I believe you? You almost killed my right-hand’s sister and even mocked him tonight with it. Why would I ever want to work with you?” 

“Because Demony na zapade's main goal is to destroy all the groups...they already sent Chin Hwa to the hospital.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at this and took a step forward, “Chin Hwa, the boxer? In the hospital because of this group, boss...”

“I’ll think about it, Hwan. Let’s go.” 

Hwan sighed and nodded his head, “Fine. Let me know soon before something happens.”

“Fuck off.” 

Yoongi entered their headquarters and walked straight to his bedroom leaving the rest in the living room. He slammed the door and locked it. He ran his hands through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. He turned his head and walked towards two pictures with a small smile. He lit the candle in front of them and started to pray. He let the smell of lilac fill the room and camouflage the sins for another night. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“You really don’t listen do you?”

She turned her head and tilted her head at him, “I haven’t seen you in a couple of days. I thought I scared you off.”

He scoffed and took his cigarette out of his mouth, “You like annoying people don’t you?”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “I wouldn’t say annoying...I like to keep them on their toes. That’s all.” 

“You gonna tell me your name?” 

She shook her head and stood up from the stool, grabbing her backpack. She turned towards him and gave him a small smile, “No but I can take you out for food.” 

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“No, I was just heading out to get food and I thought it would be polite to invite you. Looking at it now, I don’t think you deserve an invite.” 

He raised his eyebrow and let out a deep chuckle, “Oh? Why is that?”

“Because you're a tyrant.”

“How so?” 

She glanced at his cigarette and then back at him, “Only tyrants smoke indoors when there's a sign that clearly says no smoking. Also, in a music room? Where it's supposed to be peaceful, not filled with smoke and ash.” 

“Very poetic. Does that fancy school teach you this?”  

She rolled her eyes at this and looked away from him, “Why do you keep bringing up my school? It’s annoying...”

“It’s annoying that a rich person is asking me to go out with them like it's nothing.” 

“I revoke your invitation.” She walked away from Yoongi but stopped when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and looked at Yoongi with a raised eyebrow, “What-”

“Let’s go get noodles before I change my mind.” 

“Really?”

“I’m hungry...hurry up, woman.” 

The walk to the local noodle restaurant was quiet but Yoongi was used to the silence but not this form of silence. This silence was comforting? It was strange that the silence between two strangers gave him more security than being surrounded by his guards. He glanced at her and really took in her appearance. She was shorter than him but not by much and her hair could cause someone to crash their car with how shiny her hair was. He noticed when they talked her voice was soft but it still had power behind it and just from the few interactions, he could tell she was stubborn. She wasn’t like the other girls that he has fucked in the past, she was different. Different isn’t always a good thing in his mind. 

She opened the door and waved at the waiter, “Oppa!” 

The waiter smiled at her but his eyes landed on Yoongi. Yoongi wanted to scoff at the glare but kept it in, “Who is this, Y/N?”

Y/N glanced at Yoongi and looked back at the waiter, “Joo Won, this is my friend. I met him at the music hall.” 

Joo Won looked him up and down, “He plays the piano?” 

“Never judge a book by its cover. I’ll sit.” She turned towards Yoongi and pointed towards the table in the back. He looked at her and nodded his head, her excited smile was cute? They moved their way through the other tables and sat by the window. She glanced outside and smiled at the sunset, “It was hot today.”

“Seriously talking about the weather?” 

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “Yeah, it's a good way to start a conversation.”

“It was normal temperature.” 

“The news said it was abnormal, are you going to disagree with the forecast?” 

He clicked his tongue and leaned forward as she continued to stare at him with a raised eyebrow, “Why do you want to fight me so bad, Bambi?” 

“Bambi? Why am I, Bambi?” 

“You seem too innocent for this world. Now, why do you want to push my buttons so much?” 

She shrugged her shoulders, “If I push your buttons, why did you come with me?” 

“Because I can, Y/N.” 

She rolled her eyes and went back to stare out the window, “Great you know my name.” 

“Of course I do Bambi. Now order something.”

“Fine, Yoongi.” 

He glanced from the menu to her, “Now, how do you know my name?” 

“All the girls on your campus know your name. It wasn’t hard to figure it out.” 

“She's innocent and smart, I like that.” 

She pressed the button under the table and looked back at Yoongi with a small smirk, “Thanks, I like me too.” 

After eating and Y/N constantly pushing his buttons, they left the noodle place. Yoongi couldn’t help but notice the way Joo Won stared at her, it was annoying. He would’ve let Y/N walk on him if it meant being that close to her. It was clear he was in love with her but Y/N didn’t notice it or didn’t feel the same. Either way, it shouldn’t matter to Yoongi. 

They stopped by the light and he glanced down at her, “Where do you live?” 

“Not that far. I was going to walk there.” 

“You can’t. It’s dark out and you're a woman.” 

She let out a small laugh and looked at him, “I’ll be fine don’t worry.” 

“I’m walking you, let’s go.” He grabbed her jacket sleeve and she glanced at his hand and back to his face. She rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh, “Fine.” They walked through the city and the noises around them polluted his mind. He felt dizzy being next to her and he felt like the whole world could see him, it was making him sick. 

She let out a small giggle and this caused him to look at her, “What?”

“It would make things easier if I told you where I lived.”

He let go of her jacket and nodded his head, “Hurry up.” 

“I live by my school, just two houses down.” 

“So, you are rich.” 

She rolled her eyes and started to walk away from him, “Technically my parents are rich. I have money but it's not close to them,  hurry up.” 

“Innocent, smart, stubborn, and independent...I like it.” 

They continued to walk and they stopped when they were in front of a tall gate. Yoongi glanced at the house and saw that their lawn was decorated with flowers that any floral shop would want. The grass was so green that it made paintings look dull. He looked at her and tilted his head, “Just who are you, Y/N?”

She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders, “Just a Ceo’s daughter trying to get good grades and money on her own. Who is Yoongi?” 

Trouble. “Just a college student that smokes.” 

“Which is bad...but I digress. Goodnight, Yoongi...” She pressed a button and did a small wave (a camera has to be there, she’s that rich). The gates opened and she glanced at him with a small smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Maybe. Goodnight, Y/N.” 

He watched her enter the large house and waited until the gates closed. There was something about her that he couldn’t figure out and that pissed him off. He’s a gang leader and he had to be one step ahead of everyone but here he is, stuck. Whoever Y/N is, he was going to figure it out. The walk back to the headquarters wasn’t that long but long enough for him to clear his mind. Jimin was the first one to go up to him, “Boss where were you?” 

“Eating. Any new details on Demony na zapade?” 

Jin sighed and rubbed his neck roughly, “The only thing I saw was there from Europe. That’s it. Whoever these guys are, they're quick with everything they do.” 

“They’re like ghosts.” 

Jin rolled his eyes at Jungkook as Namjoon pushed them out of the way, “You wanted me to keep an eye on Ariana Marie Academy, is there someone you want me to focus on?”

“Her name is Y/N. I don’t have a last name but try and find out for me.” 

Namjoon looked at his boss with furrowed eyebrows, “Why? Is she dangerous?” 

Dangerous to me, “No, I’m just curious.” 

“Hyung has a crush on someone!” 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and glared at Taehyung, “Shut up and go look around the area. Only for an hour and then come back inside, take Jungkook with you.”

“I can handle myself!” 

“I don’t give a fuck, we have to be more cautious. We can’t lose each other, now go. I’ll be in my room.” 

Yoongi didn’t even wait for a response and headed to his room. He locked his door and kneeled in front of the pictures like he did the night before. He changed the candle with something new (Namjoon gifted it to him a month ago) and lit it. The smell of freshness with a hint of floral notes filled the room and he couldn’t help but think about Y/N. It smelled just like her...he hated that.

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #Bts #min yoongi x reader #bts yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader

[spicyclover]

Pranks

Summary: You have had enough of Charles and his stupid TikTok prank.

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!

Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover 

Charles is with his friends in the living room enjoying an aperitif in front of a football game when you finally get out of your office to prepare food. Not even a hello or anything. They all ignored you. You don’t hold it against them, but it annoys you a little.

For some days, Charles has discovered a new passion: TikTok challenges. So it goes from dancing to food and even jokes. He laughs about it with his friends, who find it highly amusing. You, a little less.

Because yes, you have been taken as a prime target. You are entitled to everything to your own annoyance.

You don’t know that you’re being filmed without your knowledge for yet another joke. When Charles finally speaks, you arrive at the kitchen counter and put your phone next to the lever to wash your hands. 

“Bitch, what are we eating?”

Shocked, you turn off the running water and slowly gaze at your boyfriend. This is the last straw. You look at him silently without saying anything. Your eyes do not reveal any emotion; it is only when you decide to move that Charles begins to regret his prank.

You still answer nothing and walk to the door with his keys and coat. You slam the door and run down the apartment's stairs to reach the parking lot. You walk quickly towards Charles' Ferrari. You sit on the driver’s side and start the engine. You see in the distance Charles running in.

You don’t wait another second; you step out of the square and start heading out. 

“Wait! Wait Y/n. I’m sorry,” yelled Charles trying to open the door.

Annoyed, frustrated and sad, you don’t want to listen to what he says and go out. You drive towards Carqueiranne, a small town by the sea south of France. You drive for two hours before arriving on the coast. The sun slowly begins to set away. You got the music in the car, your sunglasses on your nose, and you’re singing the lyrics all over the place. You deliberately ignore the vibrations on your phone, which you know, from Charles. You finally get to the front of your grandparents' house.

“Open, it’s me!” You say through the small intercom. 

They let you in, and you go up the small slopes of the house to park on the side. You get out of your car and take off your sunglasses. You put on the hat you found in the back of the car and walk towards the garden where your grandparents are reunited with some friends for dinner.

“Sorry to barge in unannounced, but I was walking by, and I thought, why not,” you say, hugging everyone across the table. 

“You are always welcome. Have you eaten?” Ask your grandmother when you get up to give you a well-stocked plate. 

“No, but I’m super hungry.” You sit in the empty chair and take the wine we offer you. “Thank you.”

“So, what brings you? Is it your car? “ Ask your grandpa, looking at the car you walk in. 

“No, it belongs to my boyfriend, Charles.”

“Oh, Charles. Can we find out more? How long have you guys been together? Where did you meet him?”

“It will soon be eight months that we are together,” you answer, laughing in front of the many questions everyone is asking. “He’s a racer, and we met at the Austin Grand Prix in the states.”

“Charles, as in Charles Leclerc, the Monegasque driver for Ferrari.”

“Yes, he.” You’re smiling.

Continuous conversation is good for talking to people you’ve known all your life. They don’t see Charles' girlfriend, the great Charles Leclerc. No. They see Y/n as the one and the only. You even posted a small private story on your Instagram account to celebrate this moment. You’re having a wonderful evening when you suddenly hear honking noises coming from the road. You get up to see who the crazy guy is who honks like crazy.

“Y/n,” he yells once he sees people approaching. 

“Charles?” You exclaim as you get closer.

“I’m sorry! I’m an asshole.” 

“Yes, you are.”

“Please come back. I am gonna stop the TikTok thing. I just realized how much you...”

“No more TikTok or prank!”

“I promise,” he says, getting closer to you to hug you. “I told the guys to fuck off. I was so scared you left me for good.”

“Well, I was thinking about it if you didn’t run after me like you did,” You respond, your head on his chest and hugging him tightly. 

“If you ever let me talk to you like that. You better smack the shit out of me! If I ever speak to you like that, do you understand?”

“Yeah...”

“Good, because I love you too much, babe, to lose you.”

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #prank #wrong

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

💫 I don’t know where I was taking this one, I had in mind something totally different but my mind isn’t just working at the moment. But enjoy. 💫

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urbanwyatt I’m on the road she gotta ____ herself 👨🏼‍🦯👨🏼‍🦯

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yourbestiename I need those jackets like nooow!!!!

urbanwyatt No, you didn’t join us

yourbestiename 😮 I get the wife privileges soo hand them over here 💅🏼

jackharlow 😂 She really does.

druski2funnny I’m back with some pot stirring so be aware!!!!!! In 3. 2 . 1

druski2funnny So who has to fuck herself since you’re on the road? Is it stassie or y/n? Plot twist a whole different girl?? 🤔

yourbestiename 💀

urbanwyatt All of them apparently!!!

yourusername Nothing wrong with that, but luckily I have someone with me who can fuck me all night long 😉

druski2funnny Oh do tell

urbanwyatt Get off my page y/n

yourusername @ druski2funnny It’s not urban that’s for sure 🙈

urbanwyatt I’m about to block you

urbanwyatt Annoying ass, I get it we’re not together but I don’t need to know who you’re sleeping with.

yourusername ☠️ To be fair, I didn’t even say who.. so you don’t know.

urbanwyatt But you are sleeping around

yourusername It doesn’t count if it’s with the same person though.

yourusername But why do you care? It’s been 6 months. Let it go.

urbanwyatt I care because I still want to work shit out

yourusername 😅

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yourusername 👀 🔜

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yourbestiename I’m excited!!!!!!

yourbestiename You got Angus on this? They’re not ready!!!!!

anguscloud 💥 🔥

yourcousinname I love Urb, but you know it’s real when you get the one guy he lowkey told you to keep away from 🙈🙊

urbanwyatt 🙄 at this point she’s doing everything she can to get back at me

anguscloud lmao what did I ever do to your boy @ yourusername

yourusername Nothing, you’re good. He’s just territorial and doesn’t like when men look my way.

anguscloud I thought you were single?

yourusername Oh I am 😉

urbanwyatt 😡

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yourusername Tengo uno que está listo pa llevarme. El segundo está esperando en el hotel y el tercero lo conozco esta noche

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yourbestiename 🍑 💦 😋 Damn mamii

yourusername 🙈

anguscloud 🔥 🔥

druski2funnny Looking respectfully, Sorry Urby

yourusername Lmao why you saying sorry to him for ?

druski2funnny He still has dibs on you

yourusername Dibs? What is this elementary school ??? 🙄

yourbestiename 💀 These men I tell you 🤦🏻‍♀️

jackharlow I didn’t do anything

yourbestiename Lmao

nemoachida Soooo who’s gonna translate the caption????

yourusername 🙈 🤫

yourusername Just know that no lies were detected. I mean everything I say on the captions I be posting 😉

urbanwyatt You’re really annoying you know that?

yourusername Yes, we all know I’m a brat 😊

cozane so what does it mean???

yourbestiename I have one who is ready to take me. The second one is waiting at the hotel. The third one I’ll meet him tonight.

druski2funnny DAAAAMN

quiiso LMAAAO

nemoachida Oh dang

2forwoyne She didn’t have to say all of that 😞 I feel for our boy

yourusername Your boy believed some hoe over me. He put me to shame on social media, called me out on my name. Then went to meet with the bitch who caused all of this. But you feel for your boy? Got it.

cozane He didn’t cheat tho so idk why this has gotten into a huge thing when it shouldn’t have

yourusername You’re telling me, if someone would’ve sold FAKE information to the media that Urban is stepping out on me, that he was caught cheating. & I believed those rumors, and went online and called him every name in the book, if I would’ve made a scene in front of his work place, & then went to meet with the person who sold that FAKE story to the media, & also be ok with the person who did all this, to hurt us, but also somehow dragged our best friends marriage into this bullshit? you’re telling me he wouldn’t have done the same as me??? He wouldn’t be pissed, rightly so, he wouldn’t be hurt because I did that? Oh ok.

cozane I mean ….

yourbestiename Beba, tu bien sabes que si se vieran enojado. They would’ve gotten more mad and made it a big deal too. You do you mami, I got you 💘💘

yourusername Ya se, pero se hacen como que si mi dolor no importa, oh que esto es un chiste. It’s not funny at all, like I really went through this pain by myself and they take it as a joke. So me “sleeping around” is bad but when he does it, it’s a “cool bro how many”

lilnasx They talking in Spanish, that means they’re going in on all of you.

druski2funnny Where is Urban at? He’s been mighty quiet since this comment section got lit lmao 🤣

urbanwyatt I know when to pick my battles when it comes to y/n. Y’all can handle that, since y’all were the ones stirring shit.

jackharlow 👀 I’m staying away, if y/n is anything like my wife, then good luck to u all.

yourbestiename I think she’s 10xs worser

urbanwyatt She is

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urbanwyatt Me whenever I see her 😂

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jackharlow 😳 why’d you use a picture of me for 💀💀💀

yourbestiename LMAAAO but thats me whenever I see my husband 😉 🤤

jackharlow Thats right 😏

druski2funnny Hmm 🤨

urbanwyatt What???

druski2funnny Is that who I think it is

urbanwyatt 🤷🏼‍♂️

cozane 🙄 Like we don’t know come on now

lilnasx Y/N YOUVE BEEN CALLED TO TESTIFY. IS THIS YOU?

yourusername NO

urbanwyatt 🤔

girlfromvideoname It’s me 😜

jackharlow 😖

girlfromvideoname Jack you weren’t making that face when you were hanging out with me and my best friend you even had her in your video 🤔

cozane 😳

yourusername You’re just asking for another ass beat at this point.

girlfromvideoname 😚😚😚

yourbestiename Stass I’m not even going to lower myself to you.

girlfromvideoname Yea go worry about those kids of yours.

jackharlow Now hold on, idk what kind of shit you got going on with y/n and Urb. But what you’re not about to do is come for my wife and my kids.

yourbestiename Papi, It’s ok lmao. She’s just trying too much at this point. We know we’re good, that’s all that matters. No one and I mean no one can tell me shit about my marriage and my children. Let me worry about that, they’re more than good, thank you very much. Urban, handle your little friend, before y/n does again.

girlfromvideoname You people can’t take a joke

yourcousinname Umm why is y/n location near Calabasas ??? Is she about to fight this girl again?

cozane 💀

yourcousinname WAIT WHY ARE Y/N AND URBAN BOTH NEAR THIS GIRLS HOUSE?

yourbestiename How do you know this? They’re not answer my calls

yourcousinname I share location with y/n and I know where this chick lives & Kylie just texted me asking me why my cousin and her ex pulled up at stass house.

neelamthadhani GET THEM OUT OF THERE

neelamthadhani They need to tell me ahead so I can have money and lawyers ready.

druski2funnny Yoo I’m so confused, how did we go from wondering who the girl is, obviously now we know is y/n, but to now them pulling up to peoples houses

yourusername Don’t come for my best friend and her kids, point blank period.

yourbestiename Bitchhhhh I love you, but you need to chill on your gangster lmao

jackharlow 😂😂😂

cozane so y’all are back together then? This basically confirms it

yourusername No, we’re just fucking!!!

urbanwyatt 😏😏😏

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#instagram au #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt x y/n #urban wyatt

[siremasterlawrence]

Genie 5 - 7: A Family Affair

Part 5

Stephen Jack is a instagram heavyweight wrestling champion pretty well known.

I of course have no clue at alf of his so called fame because I don’t care.

I also don’t care that he is incredibly cute to boot either.

I have four slaves to worry about at this very moment and he is in my way.

I dash past him onto the oncoming elevator shaft.

The cart races up to the fourth floor of my apartment complex.

The instant I walk onto site the music is turn up high.

Like someone clearly could sense me raised it up to annoy me.

I sigh, rolling my eyes and drudge for my keys and hear I am.

“Happy Birthday “

“Wow!”

“Happy Birthday Lawrence “

“What the what?”

“I hope you don’t mind”

“Here’s a little something “

“I open the bag”

“Meet me upstairs the letter said “

“Enjoy Master”

Part 6

The next morning I wake up in fit of sweat draining my body.

I can barely raise up from the bed with the light blinding me.

The dream I had was so intense I begin to think rummaging through the room.

I finally manage to get myself together out of the clouds shambling my mind.

Kicking the bathroom door nothing seems to alert me.

Pulling back the bathroom curtains leads me to scream.

My body takes a step back taking in the site of this guy.

What on earth is Stephens brother doing in my shower.

He continues to wash away the suds of soap covering his bare chest giving me a wink.

“Hey babe”

“What the fuck?”

“It’s just me”

“Stephen told me take shower”

“Excuse me?”

“Prepare for you”

“I thought you would be still a sleep”

“Better for me”

“I see”

He walks out in a sexy lacrosse outfit and I am lost for the count.

Part 7

“Oh You Are Up”

“Robbie?”

“You too”

“Oh yeah!”

“I wonder if…l

“I’m nervous”

“You never were before”

“You make me nervous “

“Geez”

“Would you go on a date with me?”

“Well…why?”

“Forget the others “

“I am here now”

“I can teach you to use a quiver and arrows”

“I’ll be Green Arrow”

“I brought a costume and all”

“Why the hell not?”

“Hell yeah!”

The end

[bashqureshi]

Bodhi Finds Out

CHARACTERS: Self para feat. Bodhi, with mentions of @nazlixertugul. 

LOCATION: Bash’s apartment, University Heights

“You’re home late,” Bash called out as the front door slammed shut. 

It wasn’t totally unusual for Bodhi to stay out with his friends these days, but he usually texted to let him know where he was. Tonight Bash’s phone had been conspicuously quiet and while he liked to think of himself as the cool, ‘no stress, good times only’ kind of dad who didn’t freak out over his grown-up son having a life, he had to admit he’d been getting a little worried. 

“Sorry, I got caught up with the guys.”

He wasn’t moving with the usual lively spring in his step which annoyed their downstairs neighbours so much. There was something cautious in his walk as he joined his father in the kitchen, as though he was approaching a wounded animal. Bash straightened up at once, his brow creasing in concern.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, it’s just… I need to tell you something.”

Please don’t let it be that he’s knocked someone up. 

“I saw someone… at the fair.”

Oh, thank god.

He squinted at Bodhi, unsure of where this was going. “Okay?”

“I think it was my mom.”

Immediately, Bash felt the blood drain from his face. The atmosphere took on an eerie buzzing sound. Bodhi continued to babble, apparently unaware of the panic he’d just sparked in his father. 

“I recognised her from those pictures, those ones you showed me from college? And… I mean, at first I thought ‘hey it’s probably just someone who looks like her’, but then Caleb told me she owns the Silk Road restaurant, downtown—his mom knows her or something, I think. Anyway, her name was right, you know? I guess we just got kinda carried away talking about it, so we looked online and…”

He held up his phone. It was open to Nazli’s Instagram, a stunning picture of her all dressed up, and so painfully similar in looks to their son that it made Bash ache a little inside. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. His pulse had kicked up a notch and his chest felt tight. He knew exactly how this was going to go down before he even opened his mouth.

“Yeah, uh… that’s your mom,” he said after a long beat of silence, confirming it with a short nod.

It wasn’t enough. It so clearly wasn’t enough, but what else was there to say?

Bodhi stared at him for a moment.

“You… you don’t seem surprised.”

God, this was tough. Bash looked down at the counter, willing himself not to screw this up even as the sinking feeling that it was too late for that began to settle in.

“That’s because I’m not,” he said. “Nazli’s, uh, well she’s been in town for a little while now.”

“A little while,” Bodhi echoed, expression unreadable.

“She didn’t know we lived here. Her moving here was a coincidence, I just-”

“Wait, so how long have you known she was here?”

“...A few months.”

“Months?!”

Bash winced. The accusatory tone sent a wave of guilt washing through him. He cursed himself for not having the guts to tell him sooner. “I didn’t know how to tell you! You know… we never really talk about her that much and you were at school when she showed up. I wasn’t sure if you’d wanna know.”

Bodhi threw a look of such scorn his way that Bash had to fight the urge to flee. “That is such crap. We’re not supposed to hide things from each other, dad! Not stuff like this. Obviously, I’d wanna know if my mom showed up out of the blue, what were you gonna do? Hide it from me forever? She’s living here!”

“I know, I know,” he groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. “I should’ve told you when I first ran into her. I just… I didn’t know how, okay? I didn’t even know if she’d be sticking around, then when I did speak to her she said...”  Fuck. How did he explain to his son that his mother still wanted nothing to do with him without it sounding awful?  “...well, I mean, she was just as surprised as I was. She kind of freaked out a little. Then I freaked out a little.” A lot, but that wasn’t the point. “And after we both stopped freaking out I kept waiting for a good time to tell you and… well, I guess I never really stopped freaking out about it.”

Bodhi folded his arms. Bash hated it when he did that, it made him look far too authoritative for a nineteen-year-old.

“What else have you been hiding?” He demanded.

Well, there was nothing else for it. He was going to have to tell Bodhi the truth, else risk his wrath later if he found out some other way. Bash let out another sigh.

“We’ve been… hanging out,” he said weakly.

There was a long silence. He dared not meet Bodhi’s eye. As long as he’d been alive, not a day had gone by where his son couldn’t see through him like glass. The noise of understanding he made as it all clicked into place was the worst part.

“The person you’ve been sneaking around with,” Bodhi said, flatly. “You’ve been- Jesus, dad. I can’t believe you. I thought you were being weird about it ‘cause you were like… afraid I’d get attached to your new partner or whatever. Not— ugh, fuck this. This is so fucked up.”

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so surprised that he’d noticed Bash had been seeing someone—he was always the more observant of the two—but he’d been too wrapped up in his own life to realise. 

“Fuck this,” Bodhi said, stalking out of the kitchen and grabbing his keys from the bowl. “Just- fuck this.”

Bash scrambled after him, panic rising in his chest. It wasn’t often they fought and when they did it wasn’t ever about anything so serious as this. He’d never seen Bodhi look so angry, let alone angry with him.

 “Where are you going?!” 

“Out!”

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Bash staring at the faded wood. 

Fuck. 

#.selfpara #.self001

[sick1ada]

CAMP CONCLUSIONS: Engineering camp was so damn fun! Who would’ve thought! Teenagers just like to party it up and pick up girls and guys and fuck with each other and fuck around with each other, even the supposed dorks. And listen, I don’t believe the pursuit of popularity or looking cool are worth following, but being at engineering camp, I felt cool and competent and hot! It’s just in settings like that, five day stuff where you can’t just sit back and be solitary, you have to be out there and talking and starting conversations, where things run fast and exciting, even if it’s stressful. It’s like we were higher up on the food chain, but it wasn’t like Shawnee Mission East where being popular means being a rich white country club kid. I mean if it was Naga, Saranya, me, Jonny, Anirudh, Nik, Mortar, Tyrese, Hart, and Braxton, that’s three Indian kids, two black kids, a wasian kid, and four white kids. There’s no point in counting it up, I don’t know, but it was just so different from East, in a really fun and exciting way.

I HAD TEENAGER EXPERIENCES! I WAS A YOUNG DUMB AEROSPACE ENGINEERING SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD IN THE PRIME OF MY LIFE!!! I snuck out of my dorm and flirted with boys at engineering camp! The irony is palpable! The diversity of my experiences was glorious! I learned about supersonic aerodynamics! I caught sick touchdowns with the frat boys! I flew drones! I ran down hallways fleeing authority! I walked through wind tunnels! I flirted with French boys! I built airplanes!! I played never have I ever with virgins and potheads and surfers and dorks! I’m just glad I did it, there were so many laughs and sweet moments that I never would have felt if I hadn’t stepped out of my comfort zone. I proved to myself that I was totally capable of doing it, and doing it well, with some good luck on my side of course.

Now I’m back home, I experienced summer camp withdrawal and I freaked out and cried and lost my shit a little because I guess that’s what sneaking out at 2:45 and waking up at 6:50 does to you. I’m sad because I don’t want to take out the little braids that I’ve had in my hair all week, I don’t want to take the bandaids off my heels either. And I hope that all the muscles in my legs just stay sore, I don’t want the feeling to go away. There’s a pen I accidentally stole from Jonny sitting on my dresser. It’s weird how I would sort of hear people’s voices and see their faces when I was trying to fall asleep at camp because I was so used to having them around me all the time. And I still can perfectly imagine Jonny’s voice, and the freckles on his face and the one on his right ear, and his smile, and Naga’s voice and his teeth and the annoyed faces he would make, and Saranya’s smile and her voice when she said something soft, and Ani’s voice and his face when he said something clever or made people laugh, and Tyrese’s voice and his braces and smile, and the way Mortar would hold his eyebrows and mouth in that excited way when telling a story, and Nik’s smile and his scowl. I would be in bed at camp and wake myself up a little cause I could imagine the way all their voices said “Ava”, I’d hear it sometimes consciously, sometimes unconsciously. I mean seriously these people were really just living in my mind. It was just a tight little community for a very small amount of time. How is it over? How is everyone back in their houses with their regular lives? Did they all really have some of the greatest days of their summers’ at camp this week? I mean I did, so I do believe the instagram captions lol. It’s just so strange going back to my home where I pluck my eyebrows and watch Succession and have the time to listen to instagram reels and flip through my sketchbook. It’s good of course, but such a change of pace. It’s been a weird day, I really miss them. It feels so separated from my normal life, like the two can’t coexist, which is probably why my already dysfunctional brain got fried seeing my parents inside the lecture hall. I’m gonna stop being sad now I think. It’s probably over dramatic and stuff, I just didn’t think I’d be so beat up over leaving. Forced proximity is wild huh, maybe it does that to you. Meeting people and saying bye to people. IM NOT USED TO HAVING TO SAY BYE TO PEOPLE!! I DONT STOP BEING FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE CAUSE I RARELY START BEING FRIENDS WITH THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE!! I dont know. Hopefully I’m just sad because there’s still something wrong with my brain, but it’s okay. I’m just happy I decided to go to camp in the end.

[the-iyan]

The Futile Climbing

Hi there, this is a story. It's written by the author known as T. Belfry. Tumblr has completely fucked the formatting so mind the odd indentations and messy paragraph placement. For a full reading see my Instagram @Nimnat Hope you enjoy!

Another key component of civilian public espionage that gets overlooked too many times is cacophonology.  It’s like if the Charleston and the Yemenite Step found Skanking and Metaphysics alone at a party. And all four had a tumble between the sheets. Now to be perfectly fair to my fellow investi-Gators. I personally only learned it after I left the nation's elongated nipple. 

I was at this home away from home in Rhode Island called the “Floating Floridian New England Barge&Gill”. I wasn’t fully licensed yet see, I had fled the state awaiting the Florida Department of Agriculture and Consumer Services Division of Licensing decision. I’m not a superstitious type, but I have found all clerical matters work swimmingly well so long as I’m not hanging around when it’s done. 

Granted I’m not this place’s usual clientele. After the deceptively dingy dock was a dense forest of tulip tree tall and red wood-wide people. Thick layers of flannel, vinyl and denim so intricate Theseus himself would be left without a clue. I was like morning fog on the forest floor, slipping and sliding through angry leather work boots. 

“Hi welcome to Floating Floridian New England Barge&Gill what can I get started for you today?” Mark practically growled at me. I let go of his leg and stood up.

“Sorry, Marp. Can I get food at the bar too?” I read his name tag wrong, so I thought his name was Marp. 

“The bar’s closed, it’s 3 something in the morning. But if you’d like a table I could-”

“Say Marp, could I sit at the bar?”

“I just told you it’s closed. We aren't serving alcohol.”

“I know. Can I have a seat, at the bar?” Mark looked annoyed and confused. 

“I’d still like just food Marp, I would just like it at the bar.” 

I was attempting to clarify but I see in retrospect how that comes off as extremely condescending. Which explains how poorly Mark and I get along at first.

“What can I get you?” Behind Mark was a brick wall, with shelves cut into the material. 

There was a metal gate over the booze, but you could see colors shimmering through. The place was lit with deep orange lights. All the noise and faces reflected off the bright bottles like demons hiding in flames. But the spirits inside were liquid glass, catching flickers and dancing with them. 

“What do you boil your fries in?” I asked.

“Our fires?” he stopped filling my glass with sparkling water.

“Yeah, what oil? Do you use?”

“I don’t know.”

“Could you ask? Please?”

Mark left my cup half full. Which was an inconvenience because I actually was feeling quite thirsty. I saw my reflection in one of the bottles for a moment.

He didn’t blink. Two oily black eyes begging for a swim. His face was a dark mossy green. Thick hair flowed from his face like a hipster Jesus.

“Who are you?” The face didn’t say it with me. So, I knew it wasn’t mine at least.

He mouthed something. It must’ve been meaningful because he seemed very sorry to say it.

“I can’t hear you; can you hear me?”

He mouthed it again. Wherever he was it had the worst reception I have ever seen.

“We use peanut oil.” Mark came back.

“Thank you Marp! Can I have the endless fried shrimp and basket of fries hold the shrimp?”

“So you just went the fires?”

“Exactamundo Marp my friend.” I handed him the laminated menu with a smile. “And hold the ketchup!” I brought my vegan ketchup.

“What are you doing here?” Mark almost slammed the pitcher into the table.

“What am I doi-”

“Yeah!? You just ordered the fucking shrimp no shrimp.”

“I only wanted the fries. And I thought-”

“Dumbass there are no fires! There is no shrimp! This is a front. For drugs. Are you here. To buy drugs!”

“Oh! No, I’m good for now Marp. Not a lot of money so, water for me I guess.” I took a sip of my sparkling water, which he still hadn’t finished pouring.

“It’s $20 a glass. And my name Is Mark.” Mark began to walk away.

“Wait, why? Wait is this a full glass!? Why didn’t you ask me if I wanted any?” I despertly reached for his pitcher but my hands could not hook it before he left.

It was then that I noticed my glass was not only not filled all the way, but it’d seem someone had dropped an alka seltzer in my drink. Now don’t get me wrong here, I don’t just go around drinking any fizzy drink in sight. But you’ve got to understand my reasoning. That was a $20 glass of water, I didn’t wanna waste it. 

How to know if you’re tripping 1.0.1

I

How do things feel? Touch memory always goes first for me. You know that feeling where you know you have been touched or have touched something. But the moment that sensation stops it feels like it never happened. I always check that first by touching my face. But this could also be the effect of a mild stroke so next.

II

How do things sound? Listen to some music and focus on that feeling. If it has depth of sound, rich tonality, and a smooth melody you may be high. When you lose your sense of self and environment, your appreciation for music skyrockets. But you could also just be listening to ELO. Or the Beach Boys.

III

How do you think? The final test requires a mirror or any reflecting surface, in my case it was a champagne bottle. Look at your face and think. Do I feel high? If the answer is yes, you may actually be high. If you said no? You’re hurling through space bud.

I have a fuzzy recollection of what happened next. I fought a dinosaur, killed a bee, stung a guy, and paid some lady to tail my ex for a month. But in either case I awoke at a dennies with a half-eaten plate of fries, and some vegan ketchup. My large pink shirt and green cargo shorts got replaced with a mankini, a constructor hat and three-piece shirt. My phone started to ring.

“Ahoy?” I used to answer the phone like a dick.

“Private dic for higher how may I help you?” I scooped cold fries into my mouth and listened through my chewing. From what I could make out, it was a companion of mine. She was calling to make sure I was ready for cycling that evening.

“Oh, absolutely I’m just having breakfast now.” She seemed confused by that answer, as it was sunset not rise. But I didn’t know that yet. I also had not known I was going cycling with her that evening. Apparently, somewhere in my stooper I had promised her I was going.

I swallowed my very cold fries and ran out of the door after leaving a 200% tip. I was met with an angry horde of people in the parking lot. All of whom had an issue with my ear bleeding solo singing to Dull Citrus. They told me so. In one sentence. In unison.

I sat outside in long white gym shorts and a green T-shirt. I have a collection of civilian clothes I had to raid to source the outfit though. She pulled in, we exchanged pleasantries and off we went to stationary bike rides.

Imagine a median the width of a house, that’s the city. Tall rectangular buildings on long rectangular blocks. With tight thin veins moving cars around like ants.  Nestled amongst the grey and black was a little white corner with orange lights. Almost like a reverse orange. There was a large deep orange “1917” on the glass doors taller than Goliath and built for him judging by the heft of it. I had to dig my heels into the brick just to move it a sliver.

“Welcome to CycleTsar on Gee Ilses Rd. How can I help you?” She was the single most beautiful human I had ever seen. Her smile was lightning to my spine and her eyes melted you with warmth and kindness. In front of her reflection was the concierge who resembled an accountant in gym clothes. Nice, but accountant so.

“Yeah, we’re here for the...excuse me are those peppermint?” My companion took over while I stared at the glass mouth filled with loose mints. Not individually wrapped peppermints, not loose mint leaves. Just plain unwrapped mints in a bowl shaped like a mouth. I think I even saw stray hair in there somewhere.

“What size sir?” She was the size of a mollusk leaning on a rack of shoes that was so long it disappeared over the horizon.

“Do you have 13, men?” It’s very important to specify that point. Why can't there just be one system for all size feet? Who the hell knows. She rolled her eyes and started the trek down the rack. I looked around for my companion, but she disappeared somewhere.

“Here you go.” The shoes she was holding were almost pointed with a thick metal tooth on the bottom. But I was afraid she would ask for a tip, so I grabbed them and rushed down a hellish orange hallway to catch up with the only reason here. Who was laughing and talking with a group of sweaty toned statues calling themselves people.

The room was half window half brick façade. Against the window the company had provided small lockers under a row of benches. Against the wall were teas, lemonades, and water. Free, I assumed. There were a handful of us there. 18 total Not including myself. She had found herself the topic of conversation for three of them.

“Have you tried hot yoga here? The teache-” He was a young Idris Elba in neon green tanktop and white joggers. The man looked like he could bend a car.

“You should absolutely see my tattoo artist sh-” It would be unfair to describe this woman as anything but in peak human condition. Her eyes could draw real blood and her arms looked as dense as a neutron star.

“Do your shoes have Velcro too?” I was sitting down struggling to untie my own shoes.

As I struggled, and got a larger pair, the crowddispersed into a side room. Meaning we were standing alone essentially.

“I’m heading in. It’s going to be fun.” she smiled and headed into the abyss. I touched my face as I followed behind. The door gave way to an empty blackness for three seconds. Then a blinding white. To my right was a concave mirror 10 feet high and the length of the room. To my left was a similarly shaped set of steps. A good three feet wide at each level. It resembled a cheap theater, with just as high ceilings. The chairs were futuristic white exercise bikes, and our star was hidden in a cloak of white light. She seemed to know where she was going because she led me to the only two empty bikes in the room.

“How we feeling tonight!?” The lights immediately changed to a deep blood red orange. Her voice seemed to be coming from within my ears. I had just managed to get on the bike, while everyone was already fiddling with the resistance.

“Okay everyone straps in and let’s go!” The lights started to strobe the rainbow and basic rock started playing at full volume.

“Ride with that rhythm y’all!” I fumbled to start peddling along with everyone. Was I the only one who didn’t get ready in mere milliseconds? I must’ve been there because to my left she was smiling and looking at everyone. She seemed to be having fun so fuck it I thought. I sped up.

“I want to thank you all for coming out on a Tuesday no less. You know we all struggle to get out of bed and get that routine going guys but you know what you did it you’re here for 45 and we only just started!” I want you to know that’s how she said that. No commas, just one long unbroken breath.

“Wait 45?” I mumbled under my breath, which was struggling to exist in the first place.

45

“Let’s go up our first hill now come on!” 

I looked dead ahead to my own reflection. I don’t own a mirror in my personal life so seeing it is always an interesting affair. I was revolting. A round red face frowning at nothing. But then it hit me. My side started to burn. Next my lungs, finally my mouth tasted like blood. While concerning for you I’m sure, for me this is just the price for health. However, if I didn’t slow down a bit to adjust my seat I wouldn’t be going for very long. 

30

“And as we start to feel that burn, I’d like to take a moment to slow down a bit and talk about my dad” 

It was very sweet, her monologue about her father. It was set to the tune of a remix of Dream On. Not what I would’ve chosen mind you. Though let’s be fair at the moment my vision started to go a bit purple to spite the green room. Also, Steven Tyler’s voice started to visualize in my mind as a cel-shaded man singing in a rainy oblivion.

“Hi Steven Tyler.” I thought. As I did, little Steven Tyler in my mind twirled, and the rain dissipated into a deep fog. Water Song started playing, Lil’Tyler sang along as he painted on a canvas he had. Opening my eyes, I was met with everyone else waving their hands and singing a completely different song.

20

“I want everyone now to think about someone in your life who motivates you. No, I want you to think about your fathers. We’re getting so close to Father's Day that I just want to-”

Frankly I stopped listening. Because reality was steadily sliding out of my view and a dark blank nothingness was replacing it. I looked at my reflection to make sure my eyelids hadn't simply given up but no, they were wide open.

In the black I peddled in now silence for what felt for an hour. Then suddenly an explosion of pinks and blues infested outward like a neural pattern. I glided over branch-by-branch dodging knobbles of immense heat. The peddles slowly got heavier and heavier. Until one of them slipped from under my foot. I stopped and looked at the offending side

My shoe was replaced with birds' eye view of an empty lot. Which I was also now standing in. I can’t explain it better than that. But there I was. Amongst broken foundations and half constructed walls for an acre. I picked up a smooth looking pebble then felt a hand on my foot.

15

“Do you need help with that?" 

The concierge was kneeling at my side holding my foot like a pigeon with a broken wing. I nodded and she helped guide the metal tooth on my shoe into the peddle. Which she also apparently had done for my right foot. When she was done, I could peddle as fast as everyone else in the room. Before I could celebrate, I heard it.

The music cut. And a semi-robotic voice started. Find me it sang. Not nursery rhyme sing, more chant singing. I looked around but no one was speaking. My companion was smiling and laughing with the group on the other side of the room. The instructor was demonstrating a breathing technique. But no one spoke.

I finally checked the mirror to make sure it wasn’t me making an ass of myself and there they were.

12:30

Before anything I noticed the nose first, red as if they’d been standing in the cold. Then eyes like a wild animal in a mania. They had an eruption of blonde hair that bounced as they sang. Smiling and yelling it was an alluring sight, as if this silent serenade was just for me. The figure became clearer in the mirror as my reflection faded. I couldn’t hear but they sounded so excited to offer me their hand and wave me into the mirror with them. I wanted to take it.

Behind them was a gilded path through a tunnel of white lit trees. People laughing, crying, running through the mirror embracing as they went. I could feel an immense warmth when I saw them offer it to me. I felt part of something whole. I felt wanted, needed, and welcomed. There's so much to learn and so much to do and all it would take is to grab that hand.

11:15

“Doing, okay?”

I felt the warmth of her hand and looked to my left. She was yelling over the third AC/DC song and her second water break. I said yes, she smiled and continued riding. I looked into the mirror only to be disappointed by myself once more.

9:40

“Just under 10 minutes now, I want us to lean in and ride this one through.”

Hey Jude, was replaced with Day in the Life and the cusp of ass cheeks were already bruised and begging to stop. But I had to keep going. I had no idea how well I had been doing throughout this entire session. But I owed it to my companion and my own money to give the most I could these last few minutes. I had found my motivation I thought.

“Don’t you want to push yourself?” Everyone agreed but me it seemed. Because they all chanted yes, and I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Come on you got this; it isn’t that bad push through it!” I know this was said as encouragement, but it just served to make my already herculean task of keeping up that much more humiliating. Just then the lights went red.

“Feel all that good energy out there ya'll.” The room was now being lit by some ground lights I had not seen. But in my current state it made the floor look like a river of blood.

“We got-” Then it got hot out of fucking nowhere. My shirt was a good three pounds heavier than it was when I arrived. It was then I noticed the souls of my feet had been sewn into the plastic pedals all along.

“You’re not even trying? Do you take anything seriously?” That was all I heard as the walls melted into the steel belly of a furnace. My lungs had started to dry.

“Welcome to hell. You deserve to be tortured and driven mad for your sins!” I was peddling away as my bike slowly sank into the boiling stew of blood. Above me flew a winged beast which took the phase of everyone I had ever loved. Its neck was long and hairy, leading to a kiwi sized body and bloodied wings. It spit a tooth at me.

00:00

“I wish I had remembered a cool down song I’m sorry y’all. We’ll just slow it down with some Men at Work here”

I slowly got off my bike and funneled out to the locker room with everyone else. Having lost 20% of my body weight in sweat alone.

I stood alone struggling to remove my shoes from the small locker when I saw my companion talking with the group from before. Even the concierge joined in the merriment. Mr. Elba was hosting some sort of post work out stretch at his place and half of the class was going. I would have known more details but that was about when I stumbled and knocked over the lemonade jug.

Sticky, sweaty, and severely dehydrated we left and headed to drop me off. I didn’t say much on the way. Half from the exhaustion half from the lack of conversational awareness. I was glad I went though, it’s important to be healthy.

We parted ways, she went to join up with the rest of them, I to my solitude. I walked into my room, I sat and rested my poor feet. Thinking over the events I came to a sobering conclusion. No matter what transpires, at the end of the day, I will always come home alone.

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[bookwyrminspiration]

honestly nothing will ever frustrate me more than when Shannon had just unveiled the cover of Unlocked and explained what and where everything was in the caption and then literally everyone on ig ignored it and made their own posts with theories of where each of the places drawn on the cover were like u idiots she literally fuckin told you wtf “I think this might be everglen” no bitch it’s got dinosaurs and Shannon said it was havenfield what u doin

#I had to step away from Instagram for a moment because it annoyed me so bad lmao #like Shannon literally stated what each of the places was in the caption #easy to find #easy to understand #and they were out there like #this is my theory!! what do you think 👀🙈 #I think you care about ur interpretation of the content over what Shannon is tryin do here #you didn’t even take the time to listen to her you just took the content and ran with it #anyways #rant over #disclaimer: not trying to be mean I’m just baffled #also this was literally months ago and I was just reminded of it #shout out to everyone who was confused by the cover #idk how it happened but I did and I will frustratedly love u #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #tw rant #tw swearing

[jongseongsnudes]

one.

warning; nishimura is slightly annoying 😅 0.8k words.

masterlist.

“where is he?” you sigh yet again, seeing the digital clock on the wall tick away, gradually getting later and later. you had agreed to meet up with niki at half past three after school but it was now almost four, without a single trace of the boy.

gathering your untouched books into your bag, you get up to leave the library when the tall boy you’ve been waiting for steps into the library with a lollipop in his mouth and a can of energy drink in his hand. 

“hey nerd, where are you going?” he chuckles upon seeing you try to leave the library, “i’m here.”

“we said 3:30 and it’s four now, nishimura. i’m going home.”

“nishimura? who are you? my mum?” the boy chuckles yet again, causing a few others to turn around, “it has been half an hour, it’s not a big deal. you didn’t die.”

you habitually sigh at the boy and follow him back to the table and take a seat beside him. he doesn’t even bother to take out his books but honestly, you didn’t expect much from him.

“this is so boring!” he sighs and falls back against his seat, his eyes boring into your face, “why do you like studying so much nerd? it’s so boring.”

“just try to focus okay?” you try to be as patient as possible, “thirty minutes and then we both can go home.”

you hear him sighing yet again before focusing onto the textbook that was lying in front of him but whether he was listening or not, you have no idea. and to be frank, you didn’t care either.

not even five minutes into your explanations and the boy yawns before pulling out his phone to scroll through what seemed to be instagram. 

“you know what,” you gather your books into your bag one more time and get up to leave, “i’m done.”

“ohhhh so our little class president is going to disobey our teacher’s orders?” he taunts you, “i’ll tell her you’re not tutoring me like she asked you to and ruin your so called, good student reputation.”

“do whatever you want. i don’t want to tutor you.”

“and why’s that, miss class president?”

“because i do not like you, niki.”

the boy’s face immediately stiffens at your words, his loud chuckles and cheeky eyes no longer there. no one speaks for a few moments, the two of you silently staring at each other and for the first time since knowing him, the boy looks utterly speechless. 

a part of you felt rather bad for blurting out such mean words because to be honest, you didn’t mean to. you didn’t really hate the boy but rather disliked the way he acted and treated you in front of others all these years. always making fun of you whenever he could, even when no one was around.

“i- i’m going...” you stutter awkwardly and tighten your grip onto your bag straps, “find someone else to tutor you.”

then you turn and leave the library as quick as possible, knowing that the bad boy’s eyes were on you as you did.

“it seems like you have a secret admirer!” your best friend squeals as you enter the classroom, “someone left your favourite chocolates on your desk with a note! go read it!!!!”

to say that you were confused would’ve been quite the understatement because you’ve never even had anyone confessing to you let alone a secret admirer?

making your way over to your desk, you were surprised to actually see a box of your favourite chocolates and a little folded note underneath. curiosity was killing you at this point and thoughts of the gift possibly being for someone else instead of you began filling your mind. 

grabbing the note, you attempt to shield it away from your friend’s prying eyes before opening it up.

“see you at 3:30 miss president. you better not be late because i won’t be. - n”

niki?!

you immediately glance up and meet eyes with the owner of the note who had just entered the classroom with his usual can of energy drink and lollipop. he only looks at you for a second, a smirk on his face as he takes his seat right behind yours like he didn’t just leave chocolates on your desk. your favourite chocolates.

did he feel bad for what happened yesterday? 

wait... how did he even know your favourite chocolates?

the coming two weeks is surely going to be interesting.

end.

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[erodasfishtacos]

ST. PAUL

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

-

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

-

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The Right Kind of Wrong

Title: The Right Kind of Wrong

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: hate to love, cheating, college!au, friendship, romance, smut

Warnings: smut, cheating, cursing, toxicity

Word Count: 8.454

Summary: There are many reasons for you to hate Jung Jaehyun. Aside from being cocky and selfish, the fact that he is dating your best friend is another one of them. But his mesmerizing smile - to hell with it - just isn't.

____

There were at least a hundred things you hated about Jung Jaehyun.

The fact that he was dating your best friend was just one of them.

Not a single day had passed by in the last year in which she hadn’t complained about her boyfriend having flirted with another woman, having ditched her again, going to a party and ignoring her all night, or simply dragging her mood down by one of his unpredictable and hurtful actions.

Aside from being cocky, selfish, arrogant and reckless, Jung Jaehyun was absolutely incapable of being a decent human being for more than ten seconds, and you were wondering why he was so damn popular despite all his faults.

When you went out with your friend group, he mocked the boys trying to hit on you, telling you they were so desperate for that move. When you were attending the same class, he purposely sat down next to you to distract you from the lesson. When he was at your dorm, he kept moving your things onto high shelves, knowing you couldn’t reach them.

And his smirk everytime he did so… his smirk every time he mocked you was so annoying. But also so hot.

Fuck, you thought whenever his mischievious eyes met yours again, and you had to turn away, at a loss for words and afraid he’d caught you flushing. You were so ashamed, because you actually wanted to hate him.

There were many reasons for you to hate Jung Jaehyun, but his mesmerizing smile wasn't one of them.

You hadn’t hated him from the first moment that you two had officially met as you had gotten introduced to each other through your best friend who was also your dorm mate, though. She had found him on a dating app, and you had found him sitting in your class two days later, talking back to the professor.

Back then, you had started admiring his intelligence and courage. But those were the only two positive things you had spotted so far as you only tried to stay as far away from him as possible, emphasizing his negative character traits over and over again.

But the truth was that staying away from him was a very hard thing to do, and you fought every day for your sanity, trying to be a good friend and suppressing your controversial feelings for a man who was absolutely forbidden to you.

“He went drinking last night and I saw an instagram story of him grinding against another girl on the dancefloor!” your best friend complained in your arms, tears on the verge of flowing. “Who’s doing that even?!”

A few pairs of eyes turned into your direction, but when you threw fierce glances at the people staring at you, they passed by very quickly.

When you had been invited to your friend Johnny’s house party, you hadn’t expected to be spending the evening comforting your best friend, even though that had been your daily routine for the past three weeks.

It had grown toxicly usual for Jaehyun and her to fight in a two to three day rhythm over the smallest things, and although their wonky relationship or whatever it was hadn’t been very steady before with them breaking up nearly monthly, lately it had grown almost obnoxious.

“Why don’t you just break up with him?” you suggested again and immediately felt your heart sink.

It wasn’t like you wanted them to break up because you wanted Jaehyun for yourself. You’d never do that to her.

Your best friend was just constantly hurting, and it hurt you just as much when you saw her suffering so greatly. Jung Jaehyun wasn’t a good guy, and you both knew. Yet, she couldn’t let go of him. You knew exactly how that felt.

Even if they were to break up, he wouldn’t belong to you. Because a friend’s ex was a taboo. So having Jaehyun gone entirely from your lives would kill two birds with one stone.

“Not that again!” your friend whined and retreated from you, sinking into the couch with her arms crossed and no signs of tears anymore. “I can’t! I mean… look at him! He’s so hot, and don’t get me even started about his skills in bed. That’s where we usually make up, you know, so-”

“I’m going to get you something to drink!” you interrupted her and jumped up. “You totally need a cocktail now! To come to your senses!”

You loved your best friend dearly, but you didn’t want to hear about Jaehyun’s skills by all means. At some times, your friend didn’t have a filter, and then, it only spiraled downhill from there. You heard them often enough in the dorm, that was already pushing you to your limits.

When you entered the kitchen, you reached up to get a glass from the shelf, but like most of the times, you were too short for the remaining ones at the very top.

“Here, let me help you.”

A soft voice echoed from behind you, but before you could turn around to follow the tone, the guy had already heaved up his arm and reached over you to the very top of the shelf to get you a glass.

Shifting around, you faced the mischievous expression of the young man you had wanted to avoid and who your best friend was currently crying over.

Without a “thank you”, you reached out your hand to grab the glass from Jaehyun, but he immediately shot his arm up to bring the glass high over his head and far out of your reach.

“You think a simple ‘thank you’ is too much for you?”

“Fuck off, Jaehyun.” You crunched with your teeth and narrowed your eyes. “I’d rather die of thirst!”

“What did I do again?” He rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner as though his high spirits got ruined. “What did she tell you?”

“She told me everything she saw from last night!” you defended your friend. “That’s enough for me to get the picture!”

“Okay, and did the picture somehow include me pushing the girl away after she had grinded on me?”

You gulped.

“Just as I thought.”

He placed the glass on the counter, but somehow, this hadn’t got your both’s attention anymore.

“There are two sides of the same coin, yet all you've ever done was looking only at one.”

He approached you, and the rising hotness in your cheeks made you withdraw until your hips bumped into the kitchen counter.

Jaehyun leaned in and propped his arm against the same spot right next to your hip as he asked, “I know you’re her best friend, but being a friend doesn’t mean supporting your friends delusional, one sided thoughts into oblivion. Being a friend sure means to support, I’m not denying that. But being a true friend means to tell someone when they’re wrong. And I am not the one at fault here, y/n.”

“You were doing many stupid things to hurt her in the past!” you started blabbering just to bridge over the silence you’d get when you would stare at his mesmerizing eyes for a little longer. “How am I supposed to believe you?”

“You aren’t supposed to believe me.” He retreated, with the glass in his hand. “All I’m asking for is a chance to explain myself.”

Again, you were flabbergasted by the way he expressed his thoughts that stood in contrast to his questionable behavior. One of the main things that fascinated you. But you quickly turned this feeling into hate by recalling his wrongdoings from the night before.

Looking at the glass, Jaehyun continued, “Yes, there were many things I did wrong in the past. And I’m not going to pinpoint my finger at my girlfriend to tell that she was doing just as many questionable things as me. But people have reasons for doing the things they do. That’s probably why we’re such a good match.”

You didn’t understand a word. In your eyes, and you only knew about their relationship by what your friend told you and what you observed when you were hanging out, the two weren’t a good match at all.

He was the one constantly hurting her feelings, and she was the one to always get hurt.

Or... wasn’t it?

Jaehyun then thrusted the glass into your hand. “You’re lucky, y/n, you know that? It must be so great, living that freely, without any burdens… So oblivious to everything.”

With these words, he disappeared from the kitchen, leaving you behind all alone with the glass in your hand.

You looked at the item, your face getting reflected in the crystals to unrecognizability while Jaehyun’s words still kept you occupied. They had such an impact on you that you suddenly started to question whether your hate against him was actually valid.

When you stepped out of the kitchen yourself with a full glass of your best friend’s favorite cocktail in your hand, you found her in Jaehyun’s arms again, wildly kissing, his kind words suddenly vanished from your mind upon spotting them.

Instead, there was a little monster called jealousy sitting right inside your chest.

___

“8am in the morning! Who even places classes that early?!”

With a groan, Jaehyun flopped down in the seat next to you.

“Shut up, class is about to start.”

“Man, you must be really fun at parties,” he replied. “The professor is not even here yet.”

“You’re annoying, Jung Jaehyun, and if you weren’t dating my friend, I wouldn’t actually talk to you at all.”

“What are the odds we’re still connected to each other, huh! Tell me, y/n, what did I ever do to you? How did I ever hurt you? We’ve never even really spoken with each other ever since we’ve gotten introduced.”

“And I am grateful for this every single day.”

“What is it that you hate about me so much?” he questioned further, his eyes challenging.

But with your eyes straight ahead and no words on your lips, you ignored him as the professor entered the room only a short moment after, announcing the class’ start.

Your pen flew over the sheet, noting down the professor’s words when suddenly, goose bumps spread all over your arm.

When your eyes followed the trail to its source, your right elbow touched Jaehyun’s left one as a result of your hectic writing motions as you had moved too far to the side. The spot on your skin was so warm and so…

You withdrew your arm right away, placing it back to where it usually belonged, but Jaehyun’s own limb had moved so far to the left that you had no place to rest it next to your notes anymore without having his skin barely one inch apart from you. You weren’t touching anymore, but he was so close that you still felt him somehow.

Of course you could drop your arm and place it on your lap as the professor had stopped presenting the most important points of this lesson. Of course you could just move further away with your entire belongings, but the fact was that you didn’t. That you couldn’t.

Instead, you were fixating your eyes on the board right in front of you, listening to your professor’s words but not actually understanding a single syllable that he uttered as your heart beat fast against your chest.

You hoped that Jaehyun didn’t notice how desperate you were for him not to shift away right now. That you actually enjoyed it, but felt so much hatred at the same time. Not against him, but against you - for feeling this way.

“Can you answer my question, Miss y/n?”

Your eyes widened in shock as you got addressed by the professor by your surname. You were actually a good student who was always paying attention in class. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t have happened. But now you got caught red handed not listening to him, and he was a very strict lecturer.

“I… um…” you stuttered.

“The answer to my question, Miss.”

“Yes… the answer…” You gulped as you didn’t even know the question. “The answer is…”

From the corner of your eyes, you perceived how a sheet was slowly moving into your direction from Jaehyun’s place. His finger was pointed at a paragraph that you had also noted down only shortly before.

Suddenly, you knew what the question was about and answered formally to the professor’s task.

With your heart having calmed down after the shock, you let yourself sink down on your seat again. You had gotten distracted only once by something that shouldn’t bother you at all.

This wouldn’t happen again, you swore to yourself.

____

“No ‘thank you’ again from you?”

You turned around to Jaehyun who had rosen a brow at you. “Is this becoming your thing now? Asking for ‘thank yous’?”

“Is this becoming your thing now?” he returned. “Not saying ‘thank you’? I saved your ass in class.”

“Well, I haven’t asked for that, so go beg somewhere else for attention.”

You made your way through the crowded club, feelling the bass under your feet and the techno music in your ears. Jaehyun was following suit.

“Do you want some kind of reward from me? Because you’re not going to get it.”

“I don’t want a reward. Hey.”

He reached out and grabbed you by your arm, right there on the dancefloor. The feeling from this morning returned, but in a higher intensity as it spread all over your body.

“All I’m asking for is respect.”

You snorted. “Respect? Do you respect my friend when you destroy her weekend plans to go drinking with your friends instead? Do you respect my friend when you dance ass on ass with another girl? Do you respect my friend when you hurt her feelings with your rude words? I don’t like you, Jung Jaehyun, because you’re a bad person, and respect is the last thing you’ll ever get from me!”

You yanked yourself out from his grip and disappeared in the mass. What was up with him? Why was he bothering so much lately and evoking all these controversial feelings inside you by acting like this? He should just stay away.

With your eyes closed, you started to move with the music, all by yourself there on the dancefloor. You wanted to collect your thoughts, but as the music flooded through your body, you realized that thinking about nothing was probably the best way to cope with your inner struggles right now.

You opened your eyes widely when you suddenly felt a hand on your bum.

Turning around with much anger reflected in your mien, you stared at a boy around your age who grinned at you seductively. Your fierce gaze was probably mistaken for an invitation when he approached you further, grabbed you by your hips from the front and pressed you against him.

With his lips on your ear, he whispered, “I like what I see.”

And you wanted to scream. You probably did, but it got drowned out by the loud music, and his grip was way too hard for you to free yourself that easily as you shuffled in his arms.

“Let me go!”

Yet, his hands roamed around your private areas like they owned it.

“HEY!”

Before you could scream once more, the guy got dragged away from you by the last person you had expected it from.

“She said let go of her, you asshole!”

Jaehyun grabbed him by his collar, and his height and angry expression alone were probably enough for the other guy to nearly piss his pants as he hastily mouthed,

“I’m so sorry!”

When Jaehyun let go of him, he slipped off silently and wasn’t seen again.

You stood there awkwardly with your arms hugging your chest, still digesting the happenings.

“Did he hurt you?” Jaehyun asked when he leaned in for you to understand better.

You shook your head.

“Do you want to go outside?”

You nodded.

Jaehyun took you by your hand to lead you through the dancing crowd, and you didn’t protest.

This gesture was the total opposite to the disgusting one from the guy who had harassed you shortly before. This touch was raw and chaste. Nothing to be ashamed of and fight against, but something you wanted to accept wholeheartedly.

When you stood outside of the club, Jaehyun let go of your hand, and you finally whispered the words that he had been longing to hear for quite a time,

“Thank you.”

Against your expectations, he didn’t mock you or return witty words. With his eyes locked with yours, he sincerely told you,

“You’re welcome.”

That was the moment it dawned on you that Jung Jaehyun had more positive sides to him that you had always wanted to blend out. But perhaps, you had reached a point in which this wasn’t possible anymore.

You couldn’t continue keeping your eyes closed to all the kind sides of him. Because the more he showed you, the more you’d open your heart for him.

To you, Jung Jaehyun had to remain a bad person, otherwise you’d fall for him, and falling for your best friend’s boyfriend was a taboo.

“Hey, what are you two doing outside?!” Speaking of the devil, your best friend jumped out of the club’s door and into your direction. “Isn’t the music fun?”

Jaehyun looked at you, waiting for your reaction. You knew that if you wanted to go home, he’d follow. If you wanted to stay, he’d stay too, not letting you out of his sight. Because - and you couldn’t repeat this often enough - Jaehyun was actually a good person.

“I want to go home,” you decided. “You can stay, though! Please just let me be the party pooper all alone, I don’t want to spoil your night.”

“Oh, what a pity!” your friend said with a pout. “You always leave when the party is about to start!”

You shrugged with a weak smile, tired of fighting. “Yeah, I guess so. But I still have a lot of pages to revise.”

“Shall we take you back to the dorm?” Jaehyun offered in a caring voice that you apparently encountered for the first time, and your friend immediately shot a reproachful glare at him.

“Are you being serious right now?” she complained. “She’s a grown ass woman who can go home alone!”

His eyes hadn’t left yours. “I’m talking to her, not you.”

Had it always been like this? Her caring about herself more than about you? If it were the other way around, you wouldn’t let her go home alone in the middle of the night, no matter if you knew something had happened before or not.

Suddenly, you saw your best friend from a whole other perspective. Suddenly, she was the one having Jaehyun on a leash, and he was the one fighting back for his rights, not against her.

Two sides of the same coin… If you were to flip it, would your entire world view change?

For a moment, you hesitated. But not wanting to disturb your friend’s evening, you gave in with a, “It’s okay, I can go alone. Have a nice night!”

But Jaehyun held you back when he insisted on calling you an uber for which he even paid while your best friend continued pouting on the side.

____

“FUCK YOU, JAEHYUN!” you heard your best friend scream later that night from her room, every syllable of hers clearly to hear in your own room while you laid in bed later that night.

The hours before had passed by in a trance as you had only fallen onto your mattress face forward after having quickly changed into your pj’s, that was how much of a toll the day had taken on you.

You just wanted to forget what had happened in the club, but also the thoughts that had constantly been in your mind all the way home that only revolved around Jaehyun. So sleep was the best solution, and you would have gladly continued doing so if there weren’t your best friend and Jaehyun arguing loudly next to you for an hour already.

Then, Jaehyun seemed to return something to which she screamed again, “I DON’T FUCKING CARE!”

Stomping followed the brief silence, a door getting opened, then shut again, and footsteps moved into the direction of the entry door before it fell close behind Jaehyun.

This was a nearly weekly experience for you lately, and usually, you’d just miss hearing their arguments, but this time you couldn’t help but to wonder what they had been yelling about. You just hoped it wasn’t because of you and what had happened to you earlier, because in your eyes, Jaehyun had done nothing wrong.

He had been so incredibly nice and thoughtful that you started to doubt their relationship.

You turned in your bed, wanting to fight those thoughts so badly. Jaehyun was your best friend’s boyfriend, and hence, forbidden fruit for you. But you just couldn’t stop your imagination from running now.

What it would be like in your best friend’s place and get treated like this every day, and the worst part was that you didn’t even feel bad about betraying her in your mind.

Fuck, you only thought and sat straight up in bed, now surely not being able to grasp a light thought to accompaby you back to lseep anymore.

Feeling safe to leave your room ten minutes later as your roommate must have fallen asleep by now, you didn’t think about sleep anymore but wanted to get a glass of water from the kitchen to calm yourself down.

Perhaps, tomorrow, you’d have another look at the entire situation, you tried to convince yourself. After a few more hours of sleep, all these confusing thoughts and feelings might have already been forgotten.

“Cannot sleep yet?”

You turned around and found a half naked Jaehyun only dressed in boxers right in front of you. The empty glass of water in your hands got placed back on the counter with shaky fingers.

“What are you doing here?” you contered.

“Well… she suddenly left.” He shrugged. “We’ve been arguing. You sure haven’t missed that one.”

“I didn’t.”

Still, you were wondering what that was all about, but didn’t want to ask. He lifted the weight off your shoulders himself though.

“It was about you.”

“Oh…?” You gulped.

“When you were gone, I went back to that guy and didn’t let him go that easily. They threw me out of the club and your friend thought I'd ruined the night for her.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

You wanted to make your way around him, but he blocked your way as he didn’t move to make space for you to pass by the door.

“What’s making me a bad person, y/n?” Jaehyun suddenly asked. “ The way I saved you in class? In the club? Tell me.”

“You cannot be serious right now. It’s 5am, draw a number for another day.”

You wanted to slip under his stretched out arm, but he moved his body to block you again. “Number one. Now tell me.”

“Because those have been the only times you were nice to me, Jung Jaehyun!” You clenched your fists, breathing in deeply. “When we go out with our friend group, you mock the boys trying to hit on me, telling them they’re so desperate for that move!”

“Because I heard them speaking about you before,” he declared. “They were not looking for something serious but only fun, one had even placed a bet. I tried to spare you from this embarrassment and eventual lovesickness. Go on.”

“When we’re in the same class, you purposely sit down next to me to distract me from the lesson!”

This one let him smirk. “Because I always saw you sitting there alone. You have no friends in that class, and I thought you might need some company. Besides… I knew you couldn’t afford that book we needed, and I purposely always shoved it into your direction when the professor read from it. Have you never noticed?”

Now you have. And you were flabbergasted.

“Wh… when,” you stuttered, “you’re over here, you always move my stuff onto high shelves, knowing I cannot reach them!”

“Because I love to see the defeated look on your face and your cute pout when you have to ask me to get the things for you.”

You didn’t know what to say further as you stood there, frozen on the spot. You hadn’t seen this answer coming.

“Anything else?”

Yes, there were many things you hated him for, and you wanted to throw them all into his face, but as he was standing there in front of you, not even one more came into your mind.

“I just hate you to the core!” you hissed.

But with calmness in his voice, he only turned, “No, you don’t.”

And then, it was all only a blur.

You wanted to push him away, but instead, you found yourself nudging against his body. You wanted to free yourself from his grip, but instead, you wrapped your arms around him. You wanted to escape from his kiss, but instead, you kissed him back in the same passionate manner he kissed you.

Jaehyun’s hands roamed all over your lightly covered body while his lips moved against yours, touching every spot he had missed out on during the entire time he knew you, because you had always pushed him away.

But now that you had opened up to him, you were scared the time window was about to close very soon, so you had to work fast.

You jumped on him, hooking your thighs around his waist while his hands instantly clung around your buttocks to give you the support he needed to carry you to your bedroom. Your hands remained interlaced on the back of his neck when he placed you onto your bed and laid himself between your legs.

Thrown overboard were all your morals, priorities, and the friendship to the person that meant the world to you. You didn’t want to think about all that, but were longing for him so desperately that you wondered for how long you had been suppressing that desire already.

Jung Jaehyun was hot. But he was a bad person.

Or… wasn’t he?

You desperately ground upwards against him, feeling him growing between your legs, and you brought your hands down to massage his length. Jaehyun interrupted your kiss as he hadn’t expected this move to come, and groaned into your ear.

You smirked triumphantly, your hands kneading muscles until he was pressed hard against your palms. Tucking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you slid the garment from his hips, revealing his bum. Your hands glided along his curvy, soft mounds, grabbing into them like you were testing ripe peaches.

Jaehyun was pecking your lips as you slid your hands under his body again and closed around his entire girth. He stopped for a moment, but the second he continued on, you started moving your hands, top on top, along his length.

Not being able to concentrate on the feeling down there and kissing you simultaneously anymore, you perceived how Jaehyun got weak with supporting his body on his own arms that he had rested to the left and right of your head. So you decided to take the lead from here on.

Sitting up yourself, you put your palms on Jaehyun’s chest and pushed him backwards onto the mattress. He watched you with surprised eyes, but didn’t protest as you sat on his thighs, eyeing his member with much anticipation.

You slid further down his legs, nearly close to his ankles, and bowed down. With your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, you led him to your mouth. First letting the tip pass by your lips, then his entire length up until the very middle.

You only heard him swearing, “fucking shit,” before Jaehyun covered his face with his arm placed over his eyes and his other clasping the sheet by his side. Your hair grazed over the area around his navel while you moved your head up and down, cautiously slow at first to give yourself time to adapt to his length.

Then, you started bobbing your head, increasing the speed with every time you came up and nearly let him slip out, your fingers that had closed around him sliding in the same rhythm, adding to the pleasure. The slurping noises that came along with this act filled the room until they got drowned out by Jaehyun’s moans.

He directed his hand towards your head and grabbed it by the back, ruffling your hair between his fingers while he started to thrust upwards, meeting you halfway in the fast motions. Like this, he was able to reach deep within you, but still not far enough so that he could hurt you.

When you witnessed him twitching his legs, you stopped, held him still by the base and decided to tease him further a bit before you allowed him to release himself. With the tip of your tongue, you touched his glans, trailed along the slip and then circled around the entire top part.

Jaehyun’s swearing words came in a never ending trail like a waterfall that you couldn’t really understand all syllables from, but you were sure you did a good job and rewarded him for being patient with the motions from before again, but this time with added pressure and passion.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by your arm, urging you to stop.

“Or else I’m gonna cum,” he said and sat himself up, flipping you around so that you laid under him again.

Hastily, you got rid of your top while Jaehyun worked on your sleeping shorts until shortly after, you were both lying naked on top of each other. You wanted him desperately inside you, because you just didn’t know when you’ve had had sex the last time, but instead of wanting to get through this fast, Jaehyun took his time.

That was when you realized that this entire joining was probably more to him than just sex to get it off. You had thought that because he hadn’t been able to get it tonight from your best friend, he’d take it from you. But the way he touched you insisted otherwise.

If it wasn’t more than just sex, he wouldn’t trail his fingers over your ribcage in feathery-light motions, admiring every inch of your body. If it wasn’t more than a body-focused act, he wouldn’t place soft kisses not only on your mouth, but also onto your forehead, your cheek, your neck… If it wasn’t more, Jaehyun wouldn’t be so damn thoughtful and tender.

He remained his tenderness and his gaze didn’t leave your eyes as well when he finally nudged between your thighs, pushing forward until he filled you up to the brim.

Restraining himself from starting to move right away, Jaehyun took his time to ask you whether you were okay at first when you let out a quiet “oh” that alarmed him. But you were eager to calm him down when you explained that it was only because you hadn’t been with a man in so long, and somehow, after speaking it out, it made you feel embarrassed.

As the boyfriend of your best friend, he’d surely know when you had been in contact with a man the last time, and you hated yourself for being so pressured by society to feel ashamed of who you were and how you lived your life.

But instead of judging you, Jaehyun only nodded and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, and suddenly, you were flooded with such a warm feeling towards him that you nearly cried. Rarely had you encountered a man so considerate and caring.

“Tell me when I can go on.”

You bit your lip and felt the uncomfortable pressure in your nether regions getting replaced by a feeling that you hadn’t encountered in so long. A feeling that made you want more, want him.

Holding onto his shoulders with both of your hands, you nodded back at him with a smile which he then returned. When Jaehyun started thrusting in and out of you, your eye contact didn’t break, and you were sure that right now, you were looking at the real Jaehyun at this very moment.

Not the guy you hated. Not the guy your best friend was dating. But instead the person who wanted to protect you from guys that only wanted to use you. A person who offered you company in class and shared his equipment with you. And a person whose cheekiness and affection he showed through childish acts because he didn’t know how to express his feelings otherwise.

This was not the person you were sure of knowing all along. Probably because you hadn’t even gotten to know him in the first place.

One arm now clung around his neck while with the other, you grabbed the pillow beside you. You threw your head back in excitement, his pushes coming in short intervals one after another, and he was hitting all the right spots with them.

Jaehyun propped his arms up to the left and right of him, lifting his upper body to gather all his strength in his groin area and stopped for a brief moment before he thrusted inside you with such force that it nearly knocked all air out of your lungs, and you couldn’t respond with anything else than moaning.

It felt so good, so… right. But how could something so wrong still feel so right?

Right now, you didn’t hate Jaehyun or your best friend the most, but yourself and the fact that you continued on and on. That you brought your hips up to meet his thrusts with hazy thoughts and his lips all over yours when he slowed down with his movements to dedicate himself to caressing your breasts.

You felt Jaehyun’s hot tongue swirling over your buds, and you shook under him. Not because it felt cold, but because his tender caresses just felt so good. You didn’t have the feeling that he could do anything wrong with whatever he carried out, that was your impression about how well your bodies meshed together.

No, you didn’t hate Jaehyun. You had always only hated how he had presented himself to you. But there was so much more to him.

Sweat droplets showed on his forehead when he continued with the hard thrusts again, the sound of you both breathing heavily mixing together with the sloppy noises of your bodies moving against each other filling the room, but no matter how messy sex was, it was the most romantic thing you had experienced in a long time.

Your eye contact also didn’t break when Jaehyun arose above you, his sweaty chest glistening in the dim light that shone through your windows, and increased his pace even more. When he dropped his head and bit his lip in the process, you wrapped your arms around him and added pressure to your nether regions as you felt him approaching his heights.

It felt very good to you too, but you were by any means not as far as him yet, so you didn’t blame him when he came only a short moment after with a groan that sounded sexy as hell to you.

You held him tightly when he fell limply onto your chest, still breathing heavily from the orgasm that slowly faded. Staring at the ceiling, you smiled with him in your arms, just enjoying the moment when Jaehyun moved away from you.

“We’re not done here yet,” you saw him grin as he laid himself next to you, rolled onto the side and placed his head in his palms as he propped his elbow against the mattress.

You wondered what was to come when you felt his finger tips dragging from your thighs to your navel, then lower again and stopped right at your most sensitive spot.

“Oh!” you let out as he placed two fingers on your folds and started moving them up and down with your remaining juices as lube that made the intense feeling kick in almost immediately.

You screamed when he added pressure and now directed circling motions around the sensitive bundle of nerves. From your half-closed eyes, you witnessed him looking at you with such admiration but also cheekiness as you writhed and wreathed under him, yet spread your legs even wider as release was so close.

Jaehyun leaned in to you, his fingers not letting go of the continuity as he half covered your body with his and just kissed you passionately. Like this, he encountered first hand how the orgasm took over you, and you moaned into his mouth, riding it out against his hand.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world when he wrapped his arms around you right after and pulled you onto his chest, and you drifted off into a slumber shortly after.

Even though the first tendencies of your bad consciousness set in before you closed your eyes, you decided that this would be the problem of tomorrow.

No, you didn’t hate Jung Jaehyun.

If anything, you should probably hate yourself.

___

“YES… YES… YESYESYES, OHMYGOD!”

You heard your friend from the other side of the wall, having rudely awakened you in the early morning hours. At least you thought so. But a glimpse at your phone through sleepy eyes told you that it was past 11am already.

Within a second, you were wide awake.

You were still naked, but the clothes on your floor only belonged to you, and the spot next to you in the bed was empty.

“OH!MY!GOD!.... YES! OH… OH.... AAAAH… OHOHOH… YES!!”

Jaehyun was gone. At least from your room.

Your best friend’s headboard constantly bumped against the wall, and you grabbed your pillow to cover your ears with it. You didn’t want to hear the sounds. Not because they stole your sleep, but because somehow, for the first time, you didn’t feel disturbed by the noise, but actually hurt.

In your mind, you imagined Jaehyun’s mesmerizing smile, the witty expression he was constantly wearing and his deep voice that had showed you for the first time last night that there was a certain softness within it.

You felt hurt, because you knew all the things from last night had been real between you two, yet he was still fucking your best friend mere hours later. What you had shared and felt had been special, yet he was still with her.

And suddenly, you felt hate again. But towards yourself. For betraying your best friend with him. But first and foremost, for betraying yourself.

You had never hated Jung Jaehyun.

You had always felt some certain kind of attraction towards him, but kept telling yourself you hated him to push him as far away from you as possible. If this wouldn’t be so wrong under these circumstances, this attraction would feel right and could blossom. But like this, you could never come to enjoy this feeling entirely.

Your relationship had been doomed from the very start, because given the wicked circumstances, you would never be able to form a healthy relationship. It was like a stain that would never vanish on a white sheet.

So you just decided to continue as usual. To keep this a secret between the both of you and just to carry on with your life.

And to hate Jung Jaehyun just a little more.

You just didn’t know how to feel and act towards your best friend without feeling so much… regret.

“Good morning.”

But the young man stepping out of your best friend’s room wasn’t Jaehyun. But Johnny.

You sat there in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, your mouth agape. And then it started to rattle in your head.

Lately, there were times when your best friend had screamed the name “Jaehyun!” loudly during the act. Those were the times you had actually seen him the next morning. But the nights she hadn’t screamed a certain name, no one had ever come out. And those times, you had counted more than the ones with Jaehyun in the past weeks, just when their loud arguments started on a nearly daily basis.

“Where’s Jaehyun?” you asked without greeting her good morning as you walked into her room.

“Oh, we had a fight last night,” she explained to you while getting herself dressed casually. “And then we broke up. I went away to be with Johnny after throwing him out, and we’ve only gotten back this morning. I hope he left last night already and didn’t stay here.”

“What?” you wondered.

“Yeah.” She shrugged. “I’ll get over it.”

“You actually already got over it as I’ve seen!”

“Oh, Johnny?”

“You’ve been fucking him for weeks already?” you provoked.

She shrugged again. “Perhaps a month… So what?”

You stood there, totally lost for words. “You’ve been crying about Jaehyun to me ever since you got together! That he flirted with other women, ditched you, went to parties and ignored you! And now you’re telling me you’ve been cheating on him for quite a while?! And this instagram story drama from last week?”

She sighed and flopped down onto the bed. “Okay, admittedly, I’m not an angel in this story, but he is by far neither! He was not. There were many things he has done wrong in the past. But then he actually started… doing nothing wrong. Being the picture perfect boyfriend without all these flaws and drama. And perhaps, this is not something that I want, so I started to look around elsewhere.”

“So…” You paused, still processing the shock. “Was it all an act? All the times you’ve cried to me over him lately while cheating behind his back?”

“Not an act, precisely,” she said reluctantly. “Yes, he explained every situation to me. And I was being dramatic over it for nothing, perhaps. I don’t know… I still enjoyed being with him though, but it just didn’t feel right anymore. I want to have men just… telling me I’m right, always coming back to me… what’s a relationship without fire? But Jaehyun didn’t want to do this anymore.”

In your head, you recalled everything that Jaehyun had told you. About there being two sides of the same coin, about you being so oblivious. All this time, he knew that she had cheated on him. He knew what you thought of him, yet he had never made a move to ever explain it to you.

But why?

“As he should,” you then stated. “How you treated him was awful!”

“Only because I cheated on him a few times?” she chuckled. “Come on!”

“I’m your best friend, and yet you lied to me! You twisted and turned stories so that you’d always be the one at right! But the truth is, you’re the bad person here. Not him.”

“Now what? He’s gone from our lives. Don’t care about him.”

But the truth was, you did. Now more than about her.

That was why, an hour later, you found yourself in front of his dorm. When he opened shortly after you had knocked, you stared at him, still gasping for air as you had run the entire way here, with all the memories from last night coming back with each step.

“She’s been cheating on you,” were the only words you brought out.

“I know.”

“For how long?” you asked.

“I assume for just as long.”

You breathed in heavily, not understanding a word. “But why did you stay with her?”

Jaehyun smiled meekly. “Because I don’t think I deserve a good person like you are.”

It ran hot and cold down your back. “I… I don’t understand.”

He leaned against the door frame with crossed arms, and even though he seemed uncomfortable talking about his feelings, he still did.

“I haven’t been the best boyfriend for her most times in this relationship, I admit this openly. We weren’t really good for each other and it destroyed me to the point that I wanted to change. But when I started being the boyfriend she had wished for, it wasn’t right either and she started cheating. So I just settled with it. Because I thought I screwed up to that point where I won’t be able to make anyone happy anymore and also don’t deserve the same in return. Even though I only wanted you...”

“You douche!” You stomped with your feet on the ground.

“What?” he returned perplexed with furrowed brows.

“Everyone deserves love and to love! And you’re not different from anyone else!”

His confusion got replaced with a mild smile. “You’re so kind, y/n. That’s one of the things I like the most about you. But you’re also oblivious.”

Jaehyun pulled out his phone, scrolled through his messenger and started playing a voice message from a very familiar person.

“Why do you even care about this bitch, Jaehyun?!” In the background, you heard music and other people talking. “She’s a stupid nerd, and I’ve only befriended her because she helps me studying and listens to my complains since we’re dorm mates, so don’t even waste a single thought about this party pooper!”

You stood there as though you had been rendered motionless. Your heart had dropped to your feet.

“This is from last night when I quickly went outside again to check whether you rode away safely with your uber and she couldn’t find me directly. That’s why we argued and broke up. No, it’s not the first time she’s talked about you like this.” He put his phone away. “I thought letting you hate me would make it easier for a kind person like you to keep their distance from someone like me. Because, in the end, I will only hurt you too. But the more I started to genuinely like you, the more I felt protective towards you. I couldn’t see her speaking about you like this anymore.”

Your breathing came in hitches as your whole world suddenly crashed over you. Your best friend wasn’t your best friend. She had probably never been.

You stumbled backwards, and Jaehyun stepped forward to grab you by your arm, but you pulled it away.

“I…. I just…” you stuttered. “I have to… talk to her.”

“Sure.”

The whole way home, you only cried.

Not over Jaehyun, but over the betrayal of someone you had considered your best friend, yet had hurt you in the most painful way like no man ever could. And the fact that you had been an asshole to her to the same extent after having slept with her boyfriend the same night they had broken up was probably the final straw.

You were no saint here. You had added to your both’s downfall just as much. And it hurt much more than any heartbreak you had experienced so far.

You had to sort your life out and right now, and amongst this chaos there was no place for Jaehyun in your life.

____

You put the last vase with dried flowers on your shelf, stepped backwards to your room’s door and inspected the final set up.

“Finished!” you praised yourself.

It had taken you three months to move to a new dorm, but this was your last step to a new chapter in your life.

You hadn’t had contact with your former best friend ever since your final conversation in which you had handed the keys over to her. The many conversations before had only consisted of screams, accusations and tears.

She had admitted to saying all those things about you, but also to genuinely have come like you. You weren’t so sure whether that was real or one of her lies again. You had admitted to sleeping with Jaehyun, and she would have forgiven you for that as she hadn’t been really in love with him anymore at this point, but you were sure you didn’t want either in your life anymore.

Your best friend because she had hurt you deeply, and Jaehyun because of your burdensome history. All of you had done so many wrong things, and you were only a bundle of toxic people together, so chaotic that you were better off apart from each other.

But you didn’t want to be this toxic kind of person anymore. So you moved out and left your old life behind.

You didn’t go to that class with Jaehyun anymore, and although you missed him, the touches of your joint night still present on your skin sometimes, you wanted to move on from even the mere imaginations of him as well. You were sure that you’d find a guy just like him, but you missed him wherever you went and couldn’t help but ask yourself “what if?”

The fact that he hadn’t reached out to you either made it easier, and as summer break came and passed, and the new semester started, you had kissed two news guys already, made a new friend group and were just overall happy.

But you still missed Jaehyun dearly and all the possibilities of what could have happened if only your timing had been right in life. Even if he wasn’t the right one for you.

“Is this seat taken?”

And then, one day, there he was again. Taking the seat next to you as though no time had ever passed between the two of you, smiling that mesmerizing smile you didn’t hate.

You only stared at him, and his kind expression didn’t break. When you moved your head to the front again where the professor introduced himself, you couldn’t help but to smile too. Because this wasn’t the expression of a bad person.

People changed, and just like good traits could turn into bad traits, a bad person could turn into a good one also. And they all deserved a second chance.

You had only known the Jaehyun from your best friend’s perspective, and then also his body. But even though you had gotten a glimpse of the real Jaehyun here and there, you didn’t quite know him entirely yet.

But you wanted to. The good, the bad, the real. Jaehyun wasn’t the right one for you, but such a thing didn’t exist. What mattered were only your feelings.

Because in fact, you didn’t hate Jung Jaehyun. At all.

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The one where Ethan is pretending

Description | When you bump into Ethan in Paris, you fail to mention that you know exactly who he is. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to keep it up when he asks you out for a drink.

Content | Fluff

Pairing | Ethan x gn!Reader (with the exception of one female pet name)

Word Count | 2071

Taglist | @ginny-lily @ethaneskin @tabi-toast @mywritingonlyfans

***

There was no way you were staying in the same place that Måneskin had just arrived at. There was no way, you kept telling yourself. Paris was a massive city, the number of available hotels in the hundreds, maybe thousands if you had to guess. And yet, somehow, you had managed to pick the one place one of your new favourite obsessions would spend their time. You knew it didn't mean much, the hotel had more than a couple of rooms and with your luck, you wouldn't even catch a glimpse of them. But as you kept scrolling through Instagram, seeing pictures of people meeting the four Italians in front of the place you had checked into mere days ago, you couldn't fight a little bubble of excitement forming in your chest.

Well, you told yourself you wouldn't get your hopes up. And you definitely wouldn't hang around in front of the hotel or in the lobby. You had booked your solo trip to Paris months ago, after dreaming about visiting the city for most of your life, and you would be damned if you wouldn't stick to your itinerary and enjoy your holiday. However - you had gotten up at what felt like dawn to go queue up for the Louvre and spent the last couple of hours there, so you decided that a nap was the way to go if you wanted to continue exploring the city in the evening. Fortunately, the walk back to the hotel wasn't long.

You had made it to the last corner before entering the street you were aiming for, when two giggling girls ran past you, unceremoniously bumping your shoulder and sending you tumbling. You were fully expecting to hit the ground, but instead, a pair of strong arms caught you and brought you back to your feet. A pair of strong arms belonging to a strong chest that you came face-to-face with, belonging to a gorgeous face, belonging to Ethan Torchio.

"Tu vas bien?" His broad French accent confused you, momentarily forgetting about the little detail that you were, in fact, in France, as you stared at the drummer in front of you, who was still protectively holding onto your upper arms.

"Huh?" Was the immensely intelligent answer that thus left your mouth.

"Oh, not French?"

"No, definitely not French." You finally said, taking a step back from him to avoid the increasing awkwardness you were feeling about being touched by him, while the two girls who had previously knocked you down were now lingering around the two of you suspiciously, not coming close enough to be rude, but obviously desperate to get their own piece of Ethan. "No, just a tourist."

"Me too," Ethan smiled. "A tourist, I mean. Well, kind of. I'm here with my band so it's not like we have time to do a lot of sightseeing."

He briefly turned around to look at the two girls who still seemed frustrated at you hogging his time and gave a small wave before turning back to you. It was the movement that made you realise he had the most gorgeous red rose tucked into the waistband of his trousers. Well, it used to be the most gorgeous rose - after your little crash, it had bent in the middle, the top hanging only by a thread, in the most miserable fashion.

"Oh, no I am so sorry!" You gasped, carefully grasping the delicate petals that were on the verge of breaking off. "I must have crashed into it when you caught me."

"Don't worry about it," Ethan said, softly, and pulled the stem from his waistband. The flower looked even more tragic now, in all its crushed glory. "A fan gave it to me a few minutes ago."

"Huh?" You surely proved yourself articulate in this conversation. You mentally hit yourself, angry at yourself for being so easily flustered.

"There are a few fans waiting in front of our hotel, because we're in a ... band ... and things."

Apparently, your awkwardness was contagious. Also, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Ethan thought that you had no idea who he was.

"Let me get you a new one," you suggested. "There's a flower shop just two doors down from the hotel - I mean, I am staying there, too, so I know."

He smiled at you with a serenity and calmness that had your heart soaring. You decided you'd be willing to buy him a million roses if only he kept smiling at you like that for a little longer.

"Well, I've got to go now, but it would be rude to refuse your offer. Meet you in the bar of the hotel at 8 tonight?"

No way this was happening. You almost gasped, but at the last moment managed to keep your cool, outwardly. On the inside, you were a mess. Bumping into the drummer of one of your favourite bands was a wonderful chance meeting as it was - but this almost sounded like a date. Now, of course, Ethan wouldn't be asking you out on a date. That would be ridiculous. But there was also no way you would miss out on a chance to meet him again. Preferably without those two giggling girls that were still standing behind him, watching every move of your interaction but luckily too far away to hear what you were saying.

"It's a d- uh, deal," you quickly recovered before almost spitting out the word date instead. Ethan chuckled.

"Right, see you later, then, for our... deal."

He had seen right through you anyway, you thought. But he was still laughing, so it wasn't all that bad - right?

With another quick touch to your upper arm, Ethan walked past you, turning around just one last time.

"My name is Ethan, by the way. You can tell me yours tonight."

Oh, you would.

***

The rest of the day was... well, restless. You couldn't nap because your mind was a whirlwind and your stomach was twisting with excitement. So instead, you had made sure to get the prettiest red rose you could find in the flower shop down the street - while slightly wincing at the price that a shop in the center of the city of love demanded - and put it in a glass the hotel receptionist had been nice to give to you. Then you had decided that there was no way you would manage to relax before 8, so you allowed yourself a few hours simply wandering through the city, no real destination, no itinerary for once, just a nice long stroll with nothing but your thoughts.

At five past eight - being slightly late was still cool, right? - you did a quick check-up in the mirror, realised you were not going to get any happier with your appearance whatever you tried to do at this point, grabbed the rose from its makeshift vase, and left your room.

It only took you a second to see him when you entered the little bar on the ground floor of the hotel. Even in the dim light, the white blouse that he had already been wearing when you met for the first time stood out like a sore thumb. Long dark hair fell over his back in a silky fashion. You had never wanted to touch anyone's hair more.

You took one more deep breath and then walked over to Ethan, smile on your face and rose in your hand.

"A rose for the handsome gentleman?"

Ethan almost jumped, apparently not having heard you coming, but quickly a smirk spread over his face while he stood up.

"I'll take the rose and your name, then."

"It's Y/n."

Ethan greeted you with a soft kiss to your cheek, before taking the rose, pulling your chair back, and inviting you to sit. It was almost ridiculously romantic and if it had been anyone else it would have seemed over-the-top and off-putting, but with Ethan it seemed sincere and fitting.

"Glass of wine, Y/n?" He asked as he casually waved the waiter over to your table.

"Just one. I want to get up early tomorrow for some more sightseeing."

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It didn't end up being just one glass. It ended up another one and then a bottle shared. But it also ended up with three hours of talking, laughing, teasing, and slowly moving your chairs closer together until you were basically sitting on the same side of the table. You had asked him about his band - still trying to cover up that you knew exactly who they were out of pure fear that he'd reject you for being a fan - and he has asked about your job, your life, your family. In fact, you only left the bar when the waiter had started throwing you annoyed looks while demonstratively cleaning the tables around you.

"I'll bring you to your room," Ethan chuckled lightly as you waited for the elevator. His hand was on the small of your back and it was spreading tingles all through your body. You were standing close enough that you could smell his perfume, a light yet musky scent that encapsulated everything about him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he lightly pushed you inside and you found yourself not minding him leading you like this. You pressed the button for your floor, leaning against the wall as you studied the man in front of you. He was a thing of beauty, no question about it, and when he smiled down at you the way he was right then and there, he made you feel like one, too.

"I had a lovely evening, Y/n. Is there any chance I could get your number?"

What a question, you thought to yourself. You'd be mad to refuse him!

You dug your phone out of your cluttered bag. You had switched numbers just a few weeks ago and had not yet learned the new digits by heart. Quickly, you switched it on - and your heart sank. Oh crap. You had completely forgotten about this.

The lockscreen of your phone was a picture of Måneskin.

As you looked up, you realized Ethan had seen. And, contrarily to the reaction that you were anticipating, he was wearing a massive grin.

"Ethan, I am so sorry, I should have told you immediately when we met but I kind of just stumbled into this and you were explaining you were in a band and I didn't know how to say-"

"Dolcezza, calm down. I've known all along."

"Wait - what?"

He didn't explain. Instead, he pointed to your bag - your tote bag - your Måneskin tote bag.

You truly felt like the least intelligent life form on earth.

"I've been carrying that around all day, haven't I?"

While your embarrassment grew, face heating up, Ethan grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his body. His arms tightly wrapped around your body and you could feel his giggles in his chest, as your head was pressed against it. You didn't hesitate in reciprocating, clinging onto his torso, slowly swinging from side to side. Both of you caught in a tipsy stupor.

You only stopped when the elevator arrived at your floor, both of you stumbling out and dragging each other to your door while clinging on. When you reached your room, you let your back lean against it, pulling Ethan along so you were standing face to face, smiling at each other shily and yet never breaking eye contact.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You finally asked. He stroked your cheek, leaving goosebumps. He had now gotten so close that you could feel his breath on your, drowning in each other.

"I liked pretending."

And then he kissed you. Boldly, unafraid and passionate. You melted like putty under him, letting him take control while letting yourself fall, as his lips moved against yours.

You only pulled away enough to get another glance at him, before once again searching your bag, now one-handed, so you never quite had to let go of him. A small triumphant sound escaped you as you located the key card. Holding it up next to your face, you shot the man in front of you another smirk.

"Why don't we keep pretending? At least for tonight."

It wasn't an offer he was going to refuse.

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[idy-ll-ique]

His Lovely Girl.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Requested: nope

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: Sebastian spoils her all the time. What has she ever done for him? When someone leaves a rude comment under her Instagram post, she can't help but rethink her entire relationship with the handsome actor.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! We're back to Marvel lol, enjoy!

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"I'll see you later, dove, have fun!" Y/N grinned when her boyfriend leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Bye, Seb, I'll miss you," she whispered and he looked down at her, his heart swelling in his chest, full of appreciation for her. He loved her so much. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, but I'll only be gone for around 6 hours." Y/N pouted and he couldn't help it.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I know. Go now, I don't want to be the reason you're late." He laughed heartily when she pushed him away with a smile. "Oh, doll, everyone knows about us, they'll know anyway." With that, he waved at her and left the apartment they shared. Y/N had moved in with him 2 years into dating.

Sebastian Stan; let's just say, he was a busy man. Y/N sighed and got up from the bed, feeling hungry. They had started dating 4 years ago, and what years those were; the most blissful ones in both their lives. They loved each other to death, and they knew that. Y/N waddled into the kitchen and looked around the various cabinets, finding a box of Mac and Cheese.

It was a funny story, actually, how they met. Y/N, at the time, was working as a barista at Starbucks. One day, Sebastian had walked into the Starbucks where she worked, and she was the one who took his order. He was extremely polite, funny and a bit awkward and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again. Y/N was a Marvel geek and Sebastian had noticed.

"I really like your hoodie, doll, where'd you get it?" he had asked her after telling her his order. And she had looked down, seeing the custom-made hoodie she wore. It was black in colour, but one of the sleeves was silver and had a red star on the bicep, just like his arm from the movie Captain America: Winter Soldier.

Bucky's trigger words were printed on the front of the hoodie. She had blushed furiously, simultaneously cursing and thanking her fate and coincidence. "I had it custom made," she had told him at the time and he had grinned so wide he thought his mouth would tear open. That was the moment where he, too, realized that he was getting a crush on the pretty barista.

And he hadn't hesitated to ask her for her number. He had taken a tissue paper, scribbled his number down and had written what's yours? ;) underneath. When he went to pay for his coffee, he purposely made sure that he wasn't giving her any change. With his notes, he slid her the tissue and she took it, giving him a confused look.

When she read it, her breath hitched. While pulling out his change, she had discreetly written her number down on the tissue, saved his on her phone and had given the tissue back to him with the coins. Both of them had grinned widely at each other when he left. While walking home, he had taken out the tissue and had seen her number written neatly under his. And his heart raced, Y/N is worth it.

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*@yn_yln posted a photo*

4,583 likes

yn_yln Mac and Cheese, anyone? :D

Y/N smiled and logged out of her Instagram account after posting the photo. She just couldn't resist; she looked good that day, one of those days where she felt confident enough to post a picture. She kept her phone away and sauntered into the sitting room to watch something on the television. An hour passed before she yawned, feeling tired.

2:05 pm, her watch displayed. Well, there's no harm in an afternoon nap, am I right? Sebastian wasn't home anyway, and it's not like she had anything to do. Grabbing her phone off the dining table, she walked into hers and Sebastian's shared bedroom, plopping down on the bed. She decided to check her Instagram before falling asleep and opened the said app.

She went through the page that displayed all the likes and comments, pausing at one comment. Her heart dropped as she clicked on the comment, her entire being filling with an uneasy feeling. You're only dating him for the money, admit it. Until then, she had never even thought… about that. Throwing her phone to the side she sat up, breathing heavily.

Y/N was currently jobless. After they started going out, she continued working at Starbucks until last year; Sebastian had suggested that she leave the job and work somewhere better, earn a higher salary. Y/N had discarded the idea at first, since the job paid enough for her to go about her daily things and where would she even find another job?

Starbucks was okay. But Sebastian wouldn't hear it. So she left the job, now jobless. She had applied to a few places but hadn't received any news as of yet. They're right. I'm living off of him. I don't even have a job. What does it look like? A broke woman dating a rich, handsome guy? Oh my God, am I leeching off his hard work? All those thoughts rushed through her head in a span of a few seconds.

The more she thought about it, the more she teared up. Blinking the tears away, she lay back down and curled up under the comfortable blankets. His blankets. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but the tears were proving it to be difficult. Fortunately, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber 15 minutes later.

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"Baby, I'm home!"

Silence. Sebastian frowned, carefully walking into the house. "Y/N?" he called out but there was no answer. Keeping the bag he was holding away, he walked further into the apartment, stopping at the doorway of their bedroom. "Aw," he whispered under his breath, smiling, stepping into the bedroom. He gently sat next to his sleeping girlfriend.

His knuckles traced her cheeks but he froze. Why is she so cold? His soft touch was enough to wake her up, because she stirred and blinked up at him. "Seb, hi, welcome back." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Did you fall sick?" he asked worriedly as she sat up, distancing herself from him. "I'm not sick," she muttered but Sebastian wouldn't buy it.

He reached out to cup her cheek, feeling like he had been stabbed multiple times when she leaned away from his touch. "Y/N?" She shook her head and looked out of the window, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just wanna be alone right now." She didn't want to send him away. She wanted to sit in his lap, listen to him rambling about his day…

But she also didn't want to be near him. Do I even deserve him? "What happened?" he insisted, his eyes going wide when she glared at him. "Go. Away." He scrambled off the bed without another word, softly closing the door behind him as he walked into the sitting room, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch and looked around.

What happened in those 6 hours that he was away? Sebastian knew she wasn't on her cycle, it still had another week to come. So it wasn't mood swings. His eyes landed on the empty bowl of Mac and Cheese sitting on the dining table but they skimmed right past it, not knowing that that bowl was the reason for Y/N's sadness. Then he stared at the designer handbag on the opposite couch.

Picking up the bag, he strode back to their room, knocking on the door. Maybe seeing a pretty purse would lighten her mood? "What?" Y/N called out from inside and he opened the door, holding the purse up. "I brought you a gift." Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest and tears glistened in her eyes anew as she stared at the bag with utmost resentment.

"I don't want it."

Sebastian went rigid. She never rejects my gifts. "Y/N—" She started shaking her head. "No. Return it. I'm not taking it. I don't want it," she repeated, her glare now directed at him. "But doll…" he tried, freezing when her jaw clenched. "Get out." Disheartened, he walked out once more, more confused than anything. Now I have to know what happened.

Inside the room, Y/N sobbed silently. The bag was so pretty, her favorite color, the sleek design… she wanted to keep it so bad, but she knew she wasn't worthy of it. Sebastian brought her gifts all the time. Most of them expensive as shit; he had the money to blow off. What had she done for him? Nothing, really. He spoiled her heartily, never once allowing her to do the same.

"You're mine, baby girl, mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to spoil."

She was definitely leeching off him. Outside the room, Sebastian took out his phone and texted Y/F/N, who was Y/N's closest friend. They rarely spoke, but Y/N told Y/F/N everything and he knew she'd have answers.

hey, do you know what's up with y/n

why what happened

she's in a really bad mood

she's angry at me and I brought her a gift but she won't take it

she usually loves them but today…

OH WAIT

I know what happened

she texted me in the afternoon

something about a comment on Instagram or something

ig that's why she's in a bad mood

oh

thanks

I'll check it out

He ended the conversation and opened Instagram, seeing a new post from his dear girlfriend. Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he liked the photo, commenting a heart emoji. There were only around 22 comments on the post, so he decided to go through them. Which comment had triggered her? He found it instantly and his nostrils flared.

Replying to the fairly rude comment, he typed, how about you fuck off and mind your own damn business? If you don't like her, unfollow and leave. There's literally nothing else you need to do. After hitting send, he kept his phone away and, determination shining in his eyes, ran back to the bedroom.

He threw open the door and a sob escaped the lips of the startled woman. He started taking off the annoying clothes he was wearing until he was just in his boxers, sliding into the bed next to her. She attempted to push him away but the strong man didn't budge, holding her on his lap as she thrashed. Soon, she gave up the fight and melted against him, crying her eyes out.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again and again, her breath hitching. "Hush, baby, it's okay, I'm not mad," he whispered, rubbing her back, helping her calm down. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him. "Tell me the truth. What happened?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Tiredly, Y/N narrated everything; from the comment to all her insecurities.

Sebastian gently cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears off. "Y/N, you're mine. I love taking care of you, I love spoiling you, and I don't do it because I expect something in return, I do it because I love you. Don't listen to strangers on the internet, what better work do they have? Nothing but lowlifes. You don't have to do anything for me. I don't want you to do anything for me."

"But Seb…"

"No. No, you're my girlfriend and only the best for my girl. I love all the gifts you get me. I cherish them wholeheartedly. Just you being my girl is a gift better than anything else in the world, to be honest. But I'm going to continue looking after you whether you like it or not. You don't even have to go to work, I'm here for you. I love you." Y/N teared up again.

They were happy tears.

"I love you so much," she cried weakly and Sebastian pulled her to him, cradling her head, breathing her in. "I love you too, doll. Now will you take my gift, please?" She nodded against him and he gently lowered her on the bed, going outside to get the bag. Once back in their room he handed the bag to her, smiling at the way her eager hands reached up to accept the gift.

As he watched her admiring the bag, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, till death do them part.

His girl, his lovely girl.

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[theladybarnes]

IS THAT A YES FROM YOU?

➤ summary: Reader believes that Bucky will be by her side through all the passages teens go through in high school. So when she asks Bucky to join her at prom, she’s left with a bitter surprise. 

➤ pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader ➤ featuring: Steve Rogers (mentions of Sam Wilson) ➤ genre: High School AU, Fluff, Slight Angst ➤ word count: 3,400< ➤ warnings: None 

“You do realize that going to prom wouldn't kill you, right?”

Bucky for once, tore his eyes away from his phone to give you an exasperated look. While he was your best friend in the world, he sure did love annoy the hell out of you. This was something you had been looking forward to since the start of Senior year. The day was meant to be one of the more important days of your lives. 

Asking Bucky was something you thought would be easy because these were moments you had to share with your best friend.You both thought a lot about your Senior year since you were kids. It was a right of passage. So when he replied back with a simple “I’d rather hack my arm off.” it made you realize you weren’t on the same page at all.

“I really don’t see why we have to go. It’s just a dumb school event. We’re not even required to go. I never had any interest in attending either. I hate wearing a suit and fixing up my hair.” For more emphasis he ran a hand through his shaggy dark locks. They fell back against his head in a perfect ripple. It was impossible for him to look ugly. He continued on with his rant despite the distractions he threw at you. 

“Let’s not forget to mention that the music usually sucks and everyone is on edge because half of them are going to get drunk and fuck that night while the other half is busy posing up for their Instagrams instead of actually doing anything remotely cool. So yes, going would kill me.”

Without even a glance for your reaction, his focus returned back to his screen. You held back your breath for a moment, wanting to do your best to avoid a fight. It wasn’t new to you to receive some of Bucky’s regular stubbornness. You had only hoped your eagerness would change his mind for once. 

So much for loyalty.

“Fine.” you said after a few minutes. Kicking yourself off from the lockers you two were leaning against, you reached down on the floor to pick up your messenger bag. “I guess I’ll just have to go and ask someone else.”

Bucky’s head snapped up now and he reached down to pick up his backup. It looked like he wanted to say something else, but he kept quiet. “Just remember that when you’re home on Saturday, instead of spending the night in bed probably reading, you could have been at prom with your best friend. Having what would have been a pretty cool night.”

You opened up your bag looking for the notebook you needed for the music appreciation club you were supposed to head towards. Successfully avoiding Bucky’s eyes on you. When he realized you were being serious, he chuckled softly. “And you think you’d be a great date?”

He was teasing, but you couldn’t help but scowl at his words. Taking a step towards him, you did your best to size up to his taller frame. The lingering scent of his cologne engulfed your senses. “I’ll have you know, James, that I am an amazing date.” The tip of your finger poked at his chest. “I’m always up for a dance, I make easy conversations, and I’m very good at the art of coolly hanging back while drinking punch.”

The tip of his tongue flicked over his lips before he smiled. “Guess I’d be really missing out, huh?” There was a sort of somber tone to his voice. “Listen,” he started, reaching out for your hand. The sound of heels clicking against the hard floor caused the two of you to pull away. 

It was a pair of girls you recognized from your calculus class. The taller of the two stepped forward towards Bucky. She was beautiful of course, with long hair that framed her face perfectly and a body that made you want to layer up in shame. First, she greeted you kindly before returning her gaze back to your friend.

“Bucky! I’m so glad that I caught you before you left.” You attempted to hold back a laugh at the look of bewilderment that showed across his face. This wasn’t something you weren’t used to but now and then you couldn’t help but be amused by his shocked reaction every time. 

 Before either of the girls could give you a dirty look from the reaction, you patted Bucky’s arm gently and gave them a slight smile. “I gotta head out so I’ll catch you later.” The wide look in Bucky’s eyes begged you not to leave him. “Have fun with your best girl.” you winked. 

 Not waiting to see his reaction, you sped off down the hall leaving Bucky with the two giggling girls. 

BUCKY: I could honestly kill you for that. YOU: Awww, why? She was so into you. Had to give her a chance to get you alone. BUCKY: All you did was give another girl the chance to ask me to prom. YOU: And you said??? BUCKY: Said I’m not interested. Didn’t seem to stump her attempts though. YOU: Wow, how brave. She’s pretty though. Didn’t leave you flustered? BUCKY: She left me with some red vines actually. YOU: Trying to win you over with sweets is an interesting approach. BUCKY: Shut it or else I’ll leave you with no ride. YOU: Oh boo hoo. I’ll see you out front by the fountain, okay? BUCKY: Yeah, yeah.

 It had been forty minutes later after your club ended when you finally were able to make your way over to your school’s fountain. The landscaping of the school wasn’t really much to look at but the fountain had it’s charm. 

 As you began your way over, you noticed a figure sitting on the other side. The first thing you saw was his bright blonde hair. A few steps more revealed a very familiar face. It was just the boy you wanted to speak to; Steve Rogers. He was the hottest, most popular guy in the school. He had charm, class, beauty, and brains. Apparently he was also chill enough that you could approach him. The only downside was that everyone wanted a piece of him. By some miracle, he happened to be alone today. 

 Clearing your throat, you casually walked over to him. His bright blue eyes looked up at you confused before he gave you a dazzling kind smile. “Hey, Steve.” you said calmly. The blonde sat up straighter and looked you over briefly before he shot you a dazzling smile. 

 “Hi there.” he beamed. “I’ve seen you around before but I’m afraid I don’t really know your name.” A part of you felt a little bit of a sting from the comment but considering that you haven’t really sought out to speak to him until now, you ignored that to press on.

 “We have uh two classes together.” you volleyed lamely. “English with Ms. Carter and Chem with Dr. Banner.” He shook his head, seeming to place you from somewhere else. “I’m sure you’re right but I feel like I see you outside of class…”

 The fact that he didn’t remember you well enough from class did bruise your ego a bit. He shook his head again and held out his hand. “I’m sorry, I’m pulling your leg and I don’t even know your name.” he chuckled. The sound alone was pleasant enough that you said your name with a small smile on your face. His eyes widened once he heard you.

 “Bucky!” 

 You raised a brow at his sudden outburst. “I’m sorry?” The confusion washed over you quickly as you tried to piece why he suddenly said your friend’s name like that. Steve stood up to stand in front of you now. The height he had over you was almost the same as with Bucky. The height difference between you and a guy always did a little something to you. 

 “Bucky is your friend right? Like you guys are best buds and everything?”

 “Yeah, he’s my best friend. Why?”

 A smirk tugged at his lips while he stuffed his hands into his pockets. For some reason, it felt like he knew a lot more about you suddenly. “He and I are good pals. I’m always trying to convince him to join the team but he always claims he’s not interested. That, and he has a friend he likes to hang out with.”

 This was news to you. Not once had Bucky ever mentioned knowing Steve or how he was asked to join the team. You didn’t even know he knew how to play! A warm hand brushing a hair away from your face pulled you out of your thoughts. Steve stared at you intently. “I feel like I keep interrupting you.” 

 “You haven’t. But now that you mention it, I did have something I wanted to ask you.”

 “I’m all ears.” 

 Clearing your throat, you straightened your posture and met his gaze. “I know it’s kinda last minute, but I was wondering if you’d be interested in going to prom with me?” The smile sort of fell from his face and you felt like suddenly everything started to fall apart. For a good minute the fountain and a few birds nearby were the only sounds around you two.

 “Of course if you’re already too busy or can’t go I’d under-”

 “No.”

 Ouch.

 “Ohh. Um..no?”

 He bent down to the floor to grab his bag before he turned back to look at you. “Nope. Sorry, I can’t go with you.” His shoulder lifted up in a half shrug. “ I’d like to honestly, but it’s gonna have to be a no from me.” he said with a small wink. And with a skip in his step, he walked away back towards the school, leaving you alone and confused.

 “What a dick.” said a deep voice from behind you. 

 Bucky made his way over to stand beside you now. The idea that not only having Bucky reject you today but also seeing someone else he knew today reject you filled you with more embarrassment than you thought. The worst part of it all was that he seemed so casual after just witnessing your humiliation. 

 “You should probably close your mouth, you kinda look like a fish right now.” he chuckled as he dug into his bag of candy. The pieces of the red licorice were all that your eyes could focus on since you couldn’t meet his face just yet. “Just forget about it and go by yourself. You don’t need a guy like him to go with you.”

 You shut your mouth and shook your head. Tears flooded your vision instantly. Whatever just happened with Steve right now was so confusing and Bucky’s lack of empathy had finally gotten to you. 

 “Do you know how hard it is to ask someone to the prom, Bucky? I don’t know if you saw all that but I basically just got shut down for no good reason. From Steve Rogers of all people! He probably just sees me now as one of his annoying fan girls or worse!” 

Bucky stayed quiet as he stared back at you. A neutral look on his face as he thought of what to say next. “So? Who cares what he thinks about you. I think you’re cool.” He pulled out a redvine and gave me a small smile. “Candy?” 

 Finally having had enough, you grabbed the candy from his hands and threw it back at his face. He flinched for a second before looking at you with a small glare. “You’re a complete and utter asshole, James Barnes.”

 Without letting him have another word, you stormed away from his side and began to run in the direction home. Not really thinking about how far it was from the school. It wasn’t until you made it at the halfway point that you let the tears really fall down your face. The sound of Bucky’s ringtone blasted from inside your pocket but you were quick to shut off the sound and continue the trip.

 You wished for nothing less than the earth to swallow you whole. What kept making it worse, was you weren’t even that hurt about Steve’s rejection. It was Bucky and his attitude towards you that made you feel so shitty inside. 

 After you had finally made it home, the only thing you did was stick in your earphones and hide under the covers. Allowing the sadness to put you to sleep.

  It was hours later that your phone’s buzzing woke you up. You silenced almost everything but your stupid text messages that didn’t seem to stop. Flipping the phone on your side you blinked at the screen and noticed the amount of messages you had received from your friend. Right as you were about to open one, his picture appeared on your screen. The photo you guys had taken last summer at the lake felt like it was taunting you. 

 So, you ignored the call and settled with replying back to the plethora of texts instead. 

 YOU: What do you want, James? BUCKY: Really? You’re gonna call me James now? YOU: It’s your name is it not? BUCKY: You know that’s not what you call me. YOU: What do you want, BUCKY? BUCKY: Well I’d like it if you answered my calls. YOU: I think you know well enough that I’m not particularly in the mood to talk right now. Especially with you. BUCKY:  Look, I need to know what colors to wear to prom.

 You stared down at your phone with wide eyes. Was it just not a couple hours ago he had told you he’d rather cut off a limb than attend? What happened while you sleep that suddenly changed his mind?

 BUCKY: I’m not wearing pink by the way. Or a tie. YOU: I’m really confused. BUCKY: Well, don’t we have to match? Ain't that the shit you wanted?

 Not waiting around for another response, you immediately dial his number. The ring goes only for once before he picked up. The sound of his hello is desperate and almost breathless. Like he had been holding it in before you picked it up.

 “Hey, so what the hell are you talking about?”

 There’s sounds of laughter in the back and slapping before he finally started talking again. “Shit, I’m doing this all wrong.” he said to someone else around him. A muffled deep voice responds to him before you cough to bring the phone call back to his attention. The anger was slowly building back up again. “Are you trying to play games, Buck?”

 “Sorry, I’m at Sam’s house and he keeps trying to join in the call.” Sam’s voice is more recognizable now as he shouted an apology from the other side. You’d usually smile at the idea of the guy but him hearing your miserable voice right just felt more horrible. 

 “Look, I just wanted to apologize. About today. It was..really shitty of me. I realize that now. I didn’t mean to make you cry or make you feel worse after what Steve did to you.”

 Your stomach flopped and you felt like hanging up from all the nerves building up. “Thanks for the reminder.” you muttered. Wanting to just end it there. But you knew that you couldn’t hate him forever. It was never easy to stay mad at him long. “Look, I just want to not think about Steve anymore. I’m over it.” A sigh of relief comes on the other end and you can picture the small smile he might have on his face. 

 “But, Bucky, why are you asking me about prom all of a sudden?”

 The call went silent for so long that you pulled back your phone to make sure it was still connected. His shaky breath is all you hear for a second. You’ve never known your friend to be this nervous before. Usually he was so confident and forward with his thoughts, he had no filter half the time. 

 “I keep going about this all wrong.”

 “Bucky, please tell me what’s going on.” 

 He groaned into the phone and mumbled something to himself. It was a side of him you’ve truly never seen before. As much as it was amusing, it also made you really nervous in a way that you just weren’t wasn’t used to. Wanting to spare him of whatever was hurting his mind so bad, you decided for him.

 “Look, let’s just forget prom. I’d rather just stay at home now and-”

 “I like you! Okay? No, wait. I really like you. I didn’t want you to stay home and think no one wanted to go to prom with you or dance with you or have punch and look cool against the wall with you. I want to do all that with you.” The tone in his voice was breathless again and it made your heart soar as you listened to his words. But he wasn’t done yet.

 “You asked me today and I felt like an idiot for not saying yes. I was full of too much damn pride and wanted to be the one to ask you. Then you made it seem like it was a best friend kind of thing and not a date and I just couldn’t deal with that. And of course of all the people you ask next is Steve fucking Rogers. A great guy but not good enough for my girl, you know? The thought of him holding you and possibly even kissing you killed me.”

 The line was quiet again, but it wasn’t Bucky’s fault this time. You held in your breath unsure what to do with this new information. Thankfully, Bucky continued on with his speech so you had more time to think of what to say. “I know we’re best friends, and it’s weird for me to like you. But I do. I didn’t want Steve to go with you. I even told him before of how long I’ve liked you. He probably put two and two together when you told him your name. So, it wasn’t because of you that he said no, it was me. I’m sorry he had to make you feel that way. I didn’t think he’d let you down like that.”

 “So you like me.” you said finally. Still stunned by the rapid confession. The feelings you had for Bucky had been pushed down since you were children, you had grown so long to not think of him that way that you couldn’t even consider for a second he might have done the same.  It always felt like a situation where you are only meant to be friends. But this definitely changes things.

 “Yes, I like you.”

 “…Well, I’m wearing blue. Light blue.”

 There was a small noise of hands clapping causing you to slap your face a bit when you remembered that Sam had been listening to it the whole time. He’d really not let the two of you live this conversation down.. “So I take it that’s a yes from you?”

 “Yes, Bucky. I want to go to prom with you.” A smile finally tugged on your lips. Though it was rocky to get to this point, you’re glad that you both were able to come out with long overdue feelings. 

 “You don’t know how happy that makes me. Can I come over to make up for it? I’ll bring some snacks.”

 The smile only grew wider as you peeled yourself off from bed to clean up before he came. “Yes, you can. As long as they aren’t redvines.” 

 His laugh sounded heavenly on the other line. “I’ll pick your favorites only.”

 After ending the call, you were quick to pick up everything for his visit. This was definitely one way to rear off Senior year. But you were happy to work with him on discovering the new relationship the two of you would have.

 YOU:  BTW. I forgot to mention it earlier but I like you too. A lot. BUCKY: Make sure to say this to me again in person. Can’t wait to hear it. YOU: Five minutes in a relationship together and you’re already cheesy. BUCKY: I’m gonna be that and a whole lot worse, babe. YOU: Can’t wait. ;)

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[iwadori]

Atsumu dating Kita's younger sister (their manager). That's it. That's the request. Hope you like this prompt 🤞😅

Dating your brothers teammate (Atsumu)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

ATSUMU

You and Atsumu started dating a month after Kita introduced you in your first year

You’re now in your second year and still going strong

However, no ones knows about your relationship since Atsumu said you being the manager and him being the setter it will affect the team dynamic?

You start the day off, seeing a message from your boyfriend,

‘Tsumu: Mornning babe, can’t wait to see you today!

You don’t respond, you are Atsumu have been at odds for the past few weeks as you feel like you guys should make your relationship public. Not even public per se, but you definitely feel it shouldn’t be hidden away especially with it being nearly two years of you being together.

Of course, Atsumu disagreed. He felt like at this moment you and him revealing your relationship to the team will just mess up the ‘dynamics’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean.

You get ready for school eating the breakfast your grandma made you and conversing with her and Kita before you both headed off to school together meeting Aran on the way.

You had an early morning practice and you didn’t mind it. To be honest, you love being around the team you were all a little family, you having a good relationship with all the guys.

This morning, the guys were all practicing different sorts of skills Kita was helping some of the gives with dives and receives and the rest doing other things. You were helping Osamu, Suna and Atsumu with there serves. 

Regardless of your public or private relationship status with Atsumu, you the twins and Suna were all good friends. You did have a slight inclination that Osamu and Suna knew of the relationship with you and Suna but just didn’t bring it up.

At the end of practice, the usual fan club was there waiting for the twins and the other guys to flirt and talk with them. As you are their manager, you did get some slight hate and jealousy from the other girls in your year but you didn’t pay no mind to it. 

When leaving practice, Atsumu (who usually walks with you to your class) gets stopped by a girl who seems to have something important to say so you politely step to the side (still in ear shot though.) 

“Miya-san” she said a bit nervous as her finger were shaking “I have this letter I would like for you to read.” 

He took the letter and said “Thank you, and you can just call me Atsumu” he smile at her.

“Thank you Atsumu, I hope to hear a response to you soon” she says about to walk away “Also, just to clarify you are single right?”

“Yes yes of course” he assures quickly making you annoyed “Why did you ask?”

“I assumed you were dating your manager, you seem pretty close”

“Oh her” he laughs and you already start to walk to your lesson leaving him behind “we’re just friends”

This makes the girl smile as she leaves, Atsumu turns to where you were standing shocked that you were completely vanished. He did think back to the conversation you had a week ago about your relationship status which did make him kind of sad for you since he did understand your reasoning he just wanted to you atleast wait it out till nationals is done.

He finds you at lunch, and to him it seems you don’t have a problem with him at all as you were being your usual smiley self interacting with him and all of your friends. So he assumed everything was fine (which it wasn’t of course.)

The next day at practice, when it ended the same girl came back again this time with friends and instead of approaching Atsumu they decided to approach you.

“Hi you’re the manager right?” one of them asks.

“Yup I have been for the past couple years.” you say 

“Oh and you’re definitely not dating any of the guys on the team right?”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business, but no i’m not.” it pained you to say this but you did agree with Atsumu to say you weren’t dating to people and as much as it pained you to say this you couldn’t break your ‘agreement.’

Once the girls leave, you start to softly cry because you don’t want to have to hide your relationship anymore. Atsumu enters the corridor and sees you upset and rushes towards you, “Hey babe what’s wrong with you?” he asks 

“Nothing ‘tsumu just go back to practice” you murmur 

“No i’m not going until you tell me whats wrong?”

“it’s just that girl that confessed to you yesterday and her friends approached me about if I was dating anyone and i-”

“what did you say, he told them no right?” he interrupts

“Is that all you care about? Wether I keep our relationship secret or not ..” you say slightly raising your voice 

“Well I would appreciate if you don’t go round telling the world that you’re dating me gosh Y/N” he shouts a bit 

“I’m not even fucking doing that, I havent told a soul and that’s all because of YOU” 

You’re screaming match has alerted the team (who you didn’t notice) and they all stood around you watching before Kita steps in “Y/N are you okay??”

“yeah i’m fine bro” you say preparing to leave with tears still in your eyes “I just got into an argument with a friend” 

Before you leave the corridor you look back at Atsumu and catch all the guys attention when you say “Also Atsumu, happy anniversay ‘babe’”

“I KNEW IT!” shouts Osamu but Suna nudges him telling him to ‘read the room.’ Kita slowly approaches Atsumu and punches him in the face “I don’t care what you did but you made my sister cry so you better go fix it you dick”

Atsumu nodded and clutched his face, “Also I think it was pretty evident that you guys were dating.”

“Wait they were dating?” said Aran

You were in your room, scrolling through old pictures of you and Atsumu and looking at the presents he was going to give him for your anniversary still crying. You hear a knock on your door “Granny, I’m not hungry right now” you shout. But the door opens anyways “Granny I said I wasn-” you pause when you see a bruised Atsumu ‘Kita’ you think making yourself smile at the thought of your brother coming to your defence.

“Y/N, i’m sorry baby for trying to hide our relationship and not seeing how wrong it was until it was knocked into me... literally” he says cautiously sitting on your bed “ I’ve always wanted to be able to show off to the world but I just couldn’t cause I thought Kita would be mad and I genuinely thought it would mess up the team dynamic, however I’d rather have Kita be mad at me and the team loosing nationals if it meant getting to date you”

His words make you swoon and to add on to your fawning he whips out a wrapped up box giving it to you. When you open it, you see it’s a necklace with both your initials on it “ Happy anniversay babe, this has been one of the best years of my life.”

You silently hand him your presents, murmuring a quiet “Happy anniversary.” After seeing your presents, he gives you a big deep hug whispering mutiple thank yous and compliments into your neck making you smile.

“So does this mean we’re in a public relationship? right?” you ask making sure you were on the same page.

“Of course!” he exclaims “Also check your phone”

You look down at your phone seeing a bunch of notifications all tagging you in one post that was from Atsumu on instagram. It was 8 pictures of him and you and a caption that read *insert long romantic sappy paragraph that I’m too lazy too write since its 3 am :3* 

Your heart was overwhelmed with love for Atsumu, you spent the rest of your night cuddling and watching movies and before you went to sleep you told him you loved him.

Waking up the next morning, you thought it was all a dream to be honest. Because there was no way that Atsumu did all that right? You go downstairs and are shocked at the sight you see, Atsumu and Kita both sitting down eating breakfast together “What are you doing with my boyfr-” you stop yourself from finishing that sentence,

“Its okay Y/N you can say boyfriend, I have given your boyfriend the talk I just had to make sure that he knows that if he was ever to lay a finger on you that he would definitely get a bi-”

“Ughh nii-chan you’re being so embarrasing” you say pulling Atsumu back upstairs hearing Kita’s laughter in the backround.

You and Atsumu, stay together and it wasn’t much of a suprise when your relationship was public to the rest of the school and that girl that wanted Atsumu she ended up with Osamu anyways (it does makes sense since they do have the same face afterall.) Kita enjoys his days embarassing the both of you whenever you’re at your house. But you don’t care since you can finally show off to the world how great your boyfriend is.

Authors Notes: I don’t know if you wanted it to have angst in it but I hope you enjoy? Might make this a series so if you want anymore characters Request them and I’ll write for them too 

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