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mermaidssonshipss · 4 years

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5 times they pretended they were a couple, and the 1 time they actually were

hello babes! so i got my first request and i’m super excited about it bc it’s such a cute idea lmao. i hope whoever sent this request sees this and enjoys it! I don’t know if the last one is exactly what you wanted but i hope it’s okay omg i’m nervous.

warnings: none really! maybe some cussing and the usual weed and alcohol reference but aside from that it’s chill. little mention of harassment (not from jj) at one point but not severe.

pairings: jj maybank x reader

word count: 3,425 (this was so much longer than i intended i’m so sorry)

The first time JJ and you ever pretended to be a couple, you were 12, and he was 14. Your best friend, Layla, had just gotten her “first” boyfriend, and had been teasing you for not having one of your own. In a moment of blind rage at the girls teasing, you had approached JJ, asking him if he would pretend to be your boyfriend for at least a week, just so you could rub it in Layla’s face that you did, in fact, have a boyfriend. The two of you had known each other for a couple of years at this point, both of you friendly enough, and he was the only male you felt comfortable enough asking. JJ was slightly confused and apprehensive at first, but when you promised you would sneak him a plate of whatever your mom had cooked for dinner for a month, he agreed.

For a week, JJ held your hand and pretended to whisper sweet-nothings in your ear whenever Layla was around, always trying to one-up her boyfriend with his actions. Strictly just to make Layla jealous, of course. Half way through the week, Layla had dumped her boyfriend, but you still made JJ carry out the full week, not wanting to be obvious about the fake arrangement. Once the week was up, you pretended to have a heated break-up, and all went back to normal.

The second time, JJ had been the one coming to you, begging you to be his girlfriend for the night.

“Please, y/n,” he was pleading, his head darting around as he kept an eye out for the brunette haired touron that had been quite literally stalking him all week, “I already told her I had a girlfriend but she doesn’t believe me!”

“Because you don’t have one, Maybank,” you had laughed, taking a sip from the red solo cup in your hand as you watched him, raising your eyebrows in amusement at the panic on his face.

“I will do anything, y/n. It’s just one night, she leaves tomorrow! I just need to make it one more night!” The boy truly looked frantic as he begged you, and you blew out a breath of air, accepting you wouldn’t be hooking up with your own touron tonight as you finally gave in.

“Fine, but you owe me, Maybank.”

“Anything,” he smiled, his body relaxing finally and you simply rolled your eyes.

You were confused as to why JJ, of all people, would pass on hooking up with a touron, but it wasn’t really any of your business, so you brushed the thought aside. The two of you were sat on a broken tree log, his arm dangling over your shoulder as you leaned into his side. The brunette in question was sitting across from the two of you, a deep scowl on her face as she studied you.

“She looks like she’s going to rip my face off,” you whispered into JJ’s ear, a smile on your face as you pretended to say something cute. He glanced over at the girl for a moment before leaning his head down, his lips next to your ear as he spoke, his breath raising goosebumps on your already cold skin.

“She’s just jealous,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a look as you shook your head.

“Nothing to be jealous of,” you huffed, your eyes scanning JJ’s face, stopping on his nose as you took note of a few freckles spread across the little button in the middle of his face, “She’s gorgeous. She probably knows this is fake and she’s just waiting for the right moment to pounce. I mean look at her, and look at me.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” his hand had fallen from your shoulder and was now wrapped securely around your waist, his thumb trailing over the exposed skin on your hip, “You’re the prettiest girl on this entire damn island.”

The third time, you had lost a bet. JJ was the best surfer on the island, but somehow he had wrapped you into a surfing contest, and if you lost, you had to be his girlfriend for an entire month. His friends had been teasing him lately about not being able to hold down a relationship, and he wanted to prove them wrong. So he went to you. As always, you gave him a hard time about it, as you did everything, but eventually gave in when he brought up the bet. You went into it, knowing he was going to win, but it made the situation seem a bit more fun.

“What if they know we’re lying?” Your leg was bouncing nervously as you sat on the couch at the chateau, the other pogues in the kitchen grabbing drinks.

“They don’t,” he had assured you, placing his hand on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding his hand up slightly, resting it on your thigh as the other pogues entered.

You were 3 weeks into the deal, and you were starting to actually grow feelings for the blue-eyed boy. The skin underneath his hand on your thigh literally felt like it was on fire, and when Kie offered you the joint in her hand, you accepted it, taking the longest drag any of them had ever seen you take, hoping it would help you push the feelings down. It didn’t.

The fourth time had been a year after the third time. You’d “broken-up,” but assured everyone it was a mutual and respectful decision. At that point, the group had already accepted you as a pogue, and you began to hang out with them daily. This didn’t help your feelings for JJ whatsoever, but you were a master at getting drunk at parties to push aside the jealously when you saw JJ with a touron.

This particular night though, you were on one. You were absolutely irritated with pretending like you weren’t smitten for JJ, and you were also cross-faded as hell. It had been a very long time since you’d been this fucked up, but you didn’t care. As you watched with narrow eyes as some faux blonde bitch threw herself at JJ, you decided you needed more to drink. You stumbled slightly as you approached the empty keggar save for the boy giving out the beer, until you felt an arm snake around your waist. Your head snapped to the side and you were met with an unfamiliar face, a smirk on the boys lips as he grabbed the cup from your hands and took a swig from it.

“Hey, that’s mine,” you slurred, trying to step back, but his hold on you only tightened.

“What do you say we get out of here?” He was dragging you now, your feet stumbling slightly with each step he took.

“No thank you,” you hiccuped, but he ignored you, proceeding to take you behind the trees that were scattered behind the beach, “I need to get back to my friends,” you slurred as he pushed you up against the tree, his lips pressing against your neck, “Excuse me sir,” you weakly pushed at his chest, but he was like a fucking leech against your skin, “I have a boyfriend.”

“Don’t lie to me, princess.” He had finally pulled away, a cocky smirk on his face, and you looked at him, disgust on yours.

“I do!” You shrieked defensively, “I have a boyfriend! He just... he went to get something from the car.”

“Is that so? Then where’s this said boyfriend at?”

“He’s right here,” JJ’s voice made an appearance and your head snapped to where he was standing, your eyes widening as you saw him before you broke out into a smile, “But she shouldn’t have to have a boyfriend for you to leave her alone when she says no.” He was stepping closer to the boy, whose name you still didn’t know, his chest puffing out and you watched as his fists clenched, ready to throw a punch.

“Not my fault you left your girl alone. If I had a girl that looked like her, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. Clearly you don’t care, so why not let me have a go?”

Even in your hazy state, you knew when JJ was about to burst and you threw yourself in front of him just as he started to lurch forward, your hands pressing against his bare chest. It was hot underneath your hands, his anger causing his body temperature to rise.

“Let’s just go,” you muttered quietly. He had stopped moving forward at the feeling of your hands on his skin, but his eyes were still glaring behind you, “Baby...” you whispered the pet name, and his eyes snapped to yours. You had never called him anything other than JJ or Maybank, and it caught him off guard, but he liked the sound of it rolling off your tongue. His jaw clenched and unclenched quickly before he nodded once, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

The fifth time, your family was coming into town, and you had been lying to them for a year now about having a boyfriend. They were old, so they didn’t have social media to check up on you on, so the lie had slipped passed your lips easily when they asked. They’d been ragging on you for months about it at that time, claiming that you were about to turn 20 and you still hadn’t had a serious relationship, so you said you did. And you told them it was JJ. Your parents had been amused and just went along with it, but as they were now coming to visit and expecting to actually meet JJ, you were panicking.

“Just ask JJ to pretend, you’ve done it before,” your dad suggested one night. You had told your parents about the few times you’d pretended to be with JJ, and they had always just laughed. They liked JJ, a lot, actually. They knew he had a rough home-life, and he didn’t always make the smartest decisions when he was younger, but they knew he was a good friend to you, and they were grateful for that. Now that he was 23, JJ and John B had gotten a place of their own together, and JJ had kept the same job for 3 years. He wasn’t getting into fights anymore, and his kleptomaniac phase had ended once he turned 18, realizing that if he got caught, he’d actually go to jail.

You chewed on your bottom lip nervously, your foot tapping the ground. Ever since that night on the beach 6 months ago, things between you had been weird. You couldn’t recall why, and when you brought it up to him he had just shrugged it off, saying nothing had happened. Rather than arguing about it, you just accepted his answer, but it stung every time he would go out of his way to not sit next to you, or how he couldn’t seem to make eye-contact with you.

Deciding that you didn’t really have a choice, not wanting to deal with the bitching of your older family members, you sucked it up, jumping into your car and driving to his place.

“HEYYYY!” John B called when he opened the door before you could even knock, “I was just heading out, but JJ is in his room,” he messed up the hair on-top of your head as he walked past you, ruining the perfect messy bun you had created, and you huffed, stepping in and closing the door behind you.

You stood outside JJ’s closed door, your hand trained on the doorknob, gnawing at your bottom lip before forcing yourself to just go in. JJ was sitting on his bed, his phone in his hand, and you almost groaned at the sight of him in grey sweatpants and no shirt.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” you rushed the words out, getting straight to the point, and JJ’s head snapped up from his phone. “I... what?” He honestly hadn’t really heard you, not really processing that you had been in his room and were talking to him at first, he’d just heard the word “boyfriend” slip from your lips. You huffed, stomping your foot on the ground as you let out a quiet whine, not wanting to repeat the words. He smiled at the action, finding you adorable.

“I know things have been weird or whatever but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. My family is coming into town and like maybe I told them we were dating a year ago and now they’re like. Coming. To town. To see me. And meet you. And I am not telling them we aren’t actually together because I am not dealing with that for a week,” you were talking fast, you now being the one refusing to make eye contact as your eyes flew around JJ’s room. You’d only been in it a handful of times, usually just to wake JJ up and drag him out of the room. Your eyes stopped roaming when they fell upon his bedside table, a picture of you and him resting on top of it. You were on his back, your face leaning over his shoulder as you laughed, and JJ was looking up at you with a smile on his face, his hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you from falling. Kie had snapped the photo when you two had been fake dating that one time you lost the surf bet years ago, but you didn’t know he had it, let alone printed it and framed it by his bed. Quickly you looked away, not wanting him to see what you were looking at, your eyes now trained on the window above his head.

“Okay,” he agreed, shrugging his shoulders as he moved off the bed, “Just like other times,” he was standing in front of you now, and for the first time in months, his eyes were on yours.

“Yes,” you nodded, trying to stop your eyes from roaming down to his chest that looked really nice and tan and honestly you couldn’t stop thinking about biting it.

Now, you two were hidden from your family in the living room as they conversed in the kitchen. Tonight was there last night here, and you were all getting together for a last dinner. They had absolutely loved JJ. He was charming, and he was so god damn convincing you found yourself forgetting he wasn’t actually your boyfriend. Until last night, when your cousin had questioned you about the fact that she’d never seen you two kiss. You had sputtered out some bullshit excuse about how you weren’t into pda, but you could tell she was suspicious.

“I think my cousin is onto us,” you sighed, throwing your head back onto the couch.

“You always think people are onto us,” he laughed, and you turned your head towards him, glaring.

“Okay but I’m serious this time. She cornered me last night and I had to come up with some bullshit to satisfy her prying mind.”

“What did she corner you about?”

“Us not kissing,” you groaned, running your hands through your hair, “I mean I get it, couples kiss, but like. Maybe we just don’t like kissing. Why does she care?” you grumbled, your arms crossing over your chest as you pouted, and JJ just smiled.

Soon, you two had been called into the kitchen, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him. Before you could sit down though, with your cousin watching the two of you closely, he pulled you into him and placed his lips on yours.

You swore you felt your stomach literally drop out of your ass as his lips pressed against yours, but you snapped out of it quickly, resting your hand on his cheek as you returned the kiss. Your dad coughed quietly after a few moments, both of you too lost in each other to pull away, and you both pulled back reluctantly, sitting down. You ignored the questioning looks coming from your parents who knew it was fake, both of you acting completely normal as the night went on.

The sixth time you had been caught off guard by his presence. Since your family left, you hadn’t seen JJ. He was avoiding you, and to be fair, you were avoiding him. You couldn’t get the kiss out of your head, and neither could he. You’d accepted the fact that you’d probably just ruined your friendship, and you were currently sulking on your bed in one of his shirts after just getting out of the shower. It was his favorite salmon colored long-sleeved shirt, and it was huge on you. You’d snatched it months ago from his floor, and it had become your favorite sleep shirt as you didn’t have to wear any pants with it. Your wet hair was piled on-top of your head in a bun, your face buried into your pillow as your legs were spread out on the bed, your butt poking out from under the shirt, a pair of cute black lace panties covering it slightly. You heard your door open, but just figured it was your dad.

“Go away,” you grumbled, satisfied when you heard the door close. But when you felt the bed dip beside you, you groaned loudly into the pillow, getting ready to yell at your dad since you didn’t have pants on.

“Is that my shirt?” You froze, JJ’s voice being the one you heard instead of your dads. You turned your head slightly, one eye peeking out from the pillow, falling on JJ, who was looking at you with an amused smirk.

“....no....” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow. The smirk turned into a wide smile.

“Was wondering where it went,” he tugged at the edge of it, his fingers grazing the exposed skin on your ass slightly, “Didn’t think you were the thief to blame, though.”

You sat up now, facing him as you scrunched your nose up at him. You didn’t say anything, just looked at him and waited for him to talk. He sighed, looking away from you as he rested his elbows on his knees, his head hanging slightly.

“I don’t wanna be your pretend boyfriend anymore, y/n,” his voice was soft as he spoke, and your shoulders slumped slightly.

“I mean my family is gone for now...”

“I don’t wanna pretend to be your boyfriend ever, y/n. Even when they come back. I can’t keep pretending to be your boyfriend.”

“Oh.” You felt sick to your stomach, but what right did you have to be upset about this? At the end of the day, it was fake, and he didn’t owe you anything, “Okay. I understand,” you nodded, your voice cracking as you fought back the tears threatening to spill. He looked up finally, shaking his head as he looked at you.

“I don’t think you get it,” he was whispering now, and his hands reached out to grab at your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed with him as he laid your legs across his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as you looked up at him confused, “I don’t want to be your pretend boyfriend, because I want to be your real boyfriend,” your breath caught in your throat at the admission, his forehead now resting on yours, and a very small smile pulled at the corners of your lips.

“I have a secret to tell you,” you whispered, tilting your head slightly so your lips were grazing over his just ever so slightly.

“And what’s that?” His eyes were closed now, his hand resting on the back of your neck as his thumb caressed your jawline.

“I’ve wanted you to be my real boyfriend since we were 12,” he laughed, and then his lips were on yours. While the first kiss had been good, this one felt real. There was nothing hidden behind it. No feelings, no lies, just the two of you finally acknowledging the way you both felt about each other. This wasn’t pretend.

You’d been pining after him for 9 years now, playing games and pretending to be a couple, not realizing that every time you were pretending, both of you were falling harder.

You’d finally got the boy, and he’d finally got the girl.

#jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow x reader #outer banks x reader #jj maybank imagine #rudy pankow imagine #request!

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sinslasherfics · 3 years

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hi i hope your doing well! i love your writing :D i was wondering if i could request a stu x reader, he and his s/o are stuck inside together bc its super snowy out? i need some winter fluff for this boy hehe

hello!! hope you’re doing well, too 😊 and thank you, i’m super glad that you love my writing, it means so much 🥺❤️ And can I just say I LOVED writing this. writing anything to do with winter/christmas never fails to get into the holiday spirit!! Side note: I wrote it as similar to the ask as possible, but i got carried away and it ended somewhat different? still a snowed-in kind of deal though! hope you enjoy <3

Snowed In

(Stu Macher x reader)

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You’d heard from local weather reports that the snow would come in heavy tonight. Everyone had, and made the wise choice of staying in the comfort of their own homes. However, your oh so smart boyfriend, Stu Macher insisted on going over to your place for a while. Yes, he was aware that there could be a blizzard today. And no, he did not care.

“Stu, seriously. If it does snow that hard how’re you gonna get back to your own place?” You asked as he tried to keep up with your fast-paced walking. Stu responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “I’ll just stay the night at yours, duh.” You gave him a look. “wouldn’t your parents ask about you?” He shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Nah, they’re barely home anyway. Doubt today’s an exception.”

“What would we even do?” you questioned, now growing more fond of the idea of spending the night snowed in with your goofy boyfriend. He grinned down at you. “What we always do! cook up some popcorn, watch scary movies, maybe do some other things.” he teased as you reached over to lightly slap his shoulder. “come on, please? it’ll be, like, the best day of your life! no one can pass up this opportunity.” Stu exaggerated, leaning almost all of his weight on you.

“Stu-! Get off of me, you doofus!” “No can do! not until you agree to let me stay the night? please!” Laughing, you pushed him off of you. “Alright, alright! fine. You can come over, but only for a little while. We don’t need you getting stuck at mine.” He waved it off, “Pfft, you’re saying that like it’s a bad thing. I’d gladly get stuck anywhere with you.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he playfully placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. You mocked disgust, wiping you cheek off. “yeah, yeah whatever. i’ll see you later!” you voiced, now walking your seperate ways.

“Adios! and i’m pickin’ the movies, yours are weak!” S Reaching over to pick up snow, you rolled it into a ball and threw it at Stu’s back at his comment as he walked away. He turned around almost immediately, picking up a bigger chunk of snow. “Two can play this game!” Your eyes widened before you turned to run away from the tall boy with the huge snowball.

Night time rolled around, and the snow had started to fall harder. Staring out of the window, you gnawed your bottom lip as you watched for Stu. Sure, he insisted he would be fine but with the amount of snow and ice on the ground you were sure he would slip and injure himself. Your eyes landed on a running figure in the distance, as you squinted to make out who it was. You stood rather quickly from your spot and ran to the door once you noticed it was your idiot boyfriend, running in the ice laughing everytime he almost slipped.

The cold rushed in as soon as you opened the front door, a few snowflakes sneaking their way in as well. Stu rushed in, pulling you with him as he closed the door behind him, wind slamming it shut. “Are you seriously only wearing a sweater.” You deadpanned, glaring at him. “not too bad out there.” he excused, that signature grin on his face. Your hands reached up to cup his face, “Stu! you’re face is practically freezing.” As he reached up to feel his own face, he realized you were, in fact, correct.

“Well, that’s what blankets are for!” He dived onto the living room couch that you’d already set up to watch movies on. You shook your head as you walked over to the couch, smiling fondly. Stu is an idiot. But, he’s your idiot. He sat up to pull you onto him, practically squeezing you into his chest.

“you gonna let go anytime soon?” your words came out muffled. “nope.” he responded, popping the ‘p’. He felt you sigh against him as you gave in, his grin growing wider. “can you at least pick out the movies? since my taste in them is lame, apparently.” you spoke, looking up at him. “don’t take too much offense, babe. we both know i’m the one with better taste in horror movies.” He finally freed you from his grip in favor of leaning his back into the comfortable couch.

“as if,” you scoffed, pushing yourself off the couch to grab the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Stu snatched it from your hands, holding it above his head before you can attempt to grab it back. “I’ve come up with a different idea, other than watching movies all night.” you raised an eyebrow at this. “Really? what’s your idea?” You know the look in his eyes all too well.

They twinkled with mischief, with playfulness. “Let’s go out in the snow.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “are you kidding? there’s like, a blizzard out there.” His eyes shot over to the window. “Doesn’t look too bad to me.” He responded, nonchalantly. You only smiled as you booped his still cold nose.

“nothing’s too bad for you,” You grabbed the popcorn back now that he was distracted. “now let’s watch these movies.” Never one to turn down a good horror film, Stu complied and turned his attention to the t.v screen. You spent a good few hours like that, laughing and commenting along with him. The both of you cuddled up and sharing kisses every now and then. Suddenly you were glad you let him come over.

Otherwise, you would have spent a lonely night without him. Neither of you noticed when the time hit 11 pm, it only came to your attention when the 5th movie of the night ended. Pouts on both your faces, Stu reluctantly stood from his comfortable place on the couch. “Let me at least get you a jacket.” You mumbled as you clung onto him, arms wrapped around his waist. His hand took hold of your chin, making you look up at him. You were met with that cute grin of his. “Don’t need it, i’ve got a sweater.” “Do you WANT to catch hypothermia? frostbite?” His blue eyes stared into your (e/c) eyes. “You worry too much, baby~! it’s so cute!” he cooed, hands squishing your cheeks together. You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, the blush on your cheeks giving away your act. Walking him over to the door, you grabbed a spare coat from the coat hanger shoving it into his arms. Leaning down to your height, he placed a gentle kiss against your lips. “See you soon?” Stu spoke, still smiling. “See you soon.” You confirmed, a smile of your own on your face. The weather, however, had other plans for the two of you. For as soon as you opened the door, it almost immediately slammed shut due to the strength of the wind. Going over to the window, your eyes widened at the snow-flooded streets and sidewalks. “Guess I gotta stay, huh?” Stu was smug as you turned to him. You smiled widely as you jumped on him, almost knocking him over.

“Guess you do.” you replied, pressing another kiss to his soft lips.

#stu matcher #stu macher #stu macher x you #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #scream #slashers fandom #slasher x reader #ghostface

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daddyconfessions · 5 years

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daddy’s journal 3/16/16

daddy’s journal 3/8

Thursday Mar 2nd Bubbles hit me up today around 9am and told me she couldn’t make it. She’d gone out with Piper and had stayed out too late. Her and Piper had been hanging out a lot. I guess that explained all the drunk texts she’d sent the other night. I couldn’t be bothered though. I was busy looking at job ads.

I had a lot on my mind. The more I looked at jobs the more I realized I desperately needed to get in with some recruiters if I wanted to improve my chances. I hit up Firecracker to let her know I was free. She told me she couldn’t make it and had plans to volunteer somewhere. About an hour later she asked if she could have extra money. Something about needing to buy a ticket for a trip with her friends. I told her it was cool. Then a couple of hours after that, she texted me again to tell me she was having a weird discharge and needed to go to the doc and get it checked out.

I asked if she had a STD. That didn’t go over well. We got into an argument, mostly her calling me out for thinking of her that way as well as her making it very clear no one was hitting the kitty uncovered. She stopped texting me suddenly. I figured she was mad so I left it alone. I had always used a condom so I wasn’t really too worried. Still she was acting weird af.

Napoleon came into my office not too long after that. We had a brief discussion about the next meeting with the Russian’s as well as the Board of Directors meeting next week. He seemed jovial with me, not at all like a guy who wanted me gone. Maybe I was just being paranoid about my job. Still when he left, I got up and cleaned my office some more. Tomorrow could be the big day.

Later that evening, I went home and spent about an hour with the family before I poured myself some Crown Royal and coke, grabbed a Cohiba and went out on the front porch. Nothing clears the mind like a little crown and coke and some of Cuba’s finest. I was feeling sporty after that. My mind was clear. FC was tripping. Bubbles cancelling left and right. What’s a SD to do? Time to get online.

I played around on CL for kicks. I didn’t expect much. Usually sugardaddy posts get deleted within the first hour of being posted. But I came up with a snazzy title that would pass cursory inspection and posted it. Then I got back on SA, paid for my membership. Then I logged into SD.com and looked around. I toyed with the idea of going to this bar known for being a sugarbabe hook up spot. But I needed to get a bit prepared for that so I passed. Truthfully, I can’t handle another SB but the way FC and Bubbles are going, it’ll be over soon.

While I was playing around, FC got back to me telling me she didn’t have any STDs and then launched into some long tirade about the doc saying her body was going through changes, hormonal and what not, and reacting to the weight gain she’d had as well as her period being out of sync. I apologized for insinuating she might’ve had something. She told me she needed a break to let things clear up. It all sounded suspicious to me. But in the absence of more info, I had to go along with it.

Friday Mar 4th The big day. My office is clean af. If I get sliced all I needed to do is grab some pics and a bag and I’m out.

10am. 11am. Noon. Nothing. 1pm. Still nothing.

I get text from FC saying her period finally started. I didn’t even respond. I’m starting feel like I’m in a chess game.

2pm. I realized my boss had gone home for the day. Guess I wasn’t getting fired after all. I get a text from Bubbles. Hadn’t thought much about our date that day. I took a Lamar Odom and an hour later I was heading out the door to meet her. Can’t believe I overreacted like that about my job. Guess my paranoia got the better of me. But Bubbles hadn’t cancelled again so not a bad end to the week. It dawned on me that I hadn’t had any kitty all week.

When I got to the restaurant Bubbles had already gotten the table/booth. I like that shit. Most SBs will be late. Or if they get there first they’ll stay in the car until you arrive or wait in the sitting area. No way their getting a table and you ain’t there. Not Bubbles. I liked her style. The way the booth was made it sat sideways so you could see the whole restaurant. We sat back and people watched while we sipped our drinks, ate and kissed. Bubbles doesn’t have any problem with PDA. We must have tongued each other down several times throughout the early dinner. Sharing the sweet taste of our drinks on each others lips and tongue. Several other tables kept looking over at us. It was kind of fun. Wild. Definitely a thrill. An elderly couple kept looking over too. Not in disgust more out of curiosity. Bubbles is a pretty girl. She’s skinny as a toothpick but she’s pretty af. The old heads were probably wondering why an old scrub like me was getting that young kitty….$$$$

Bubbles kept checking her phone. She apologized. Told me her son had a fever from some shots he’d just gotten and she was constantly checking on him. I honestly keep forgetting she has a 6 month old. You’d never know she had a newborn the way she looked. She doesn’t have a stretch mark on her body. Her stomach was flat as a board. I asked Bubbles about the other night with her girlfriend. She and Piper had gone out with some rich record exec. You’d probably know him or one of his artists if I mentioned them. Pipers the type that can’t handle her alcohol though so when she got drunk she started fighting with everyone including Bubbles. Bubbles was trying to calm her down and talk sense into her. Piper hadn’t backed down, got mad at Bubbles and took her phone and threw it across the room, shattering the screen. Some other stuff happened including Piper cursing out some of the security guards and other guys at the table. The big Exec told security to throw her out but they didn’t want Bubbles to go. They wanted her pretty little ass to stay. Bubbles couldn’t let her friend be outside, drunk, by herself so she went with her even though the entourage wanted her to say. They took uber to get there and hate to wait until another Uber to come which was almost an hour later.

I took the opportunity to bring up some serious concerns. “I’m don’t know if I can compete with your circle of friends,” I told her. “You’re hanging out with rich dudes. Famous and shit. Not to mention they know other famous people. Money aside, I couldn’t come close to that kind of lifestyle.” She touched my hand and pursed her lips. “Oh babe its not like that. Those guys aren’t my type. I’m not into the thugged out, gold chain wearing, baggy pants type of guys. These guys got tats everywhere and they treat girls like shit. Besides, just because they have money doesn’t mean they’re going to be doing anything for you. I keep telling Piper that. They just want some pussy and when their done with you you’re gone.”

“Well I was just wanting to bring it up,” I said. Truth is I’m tired. In the old days a bloke could shell out some cash and have a good time with a girl. Spoil her to death and not worry about all the drama the sugarbowl has now. But now its mad drama and all this unnecessary competition. Not to mention all the games both SBs and SDs try to do to each other. Its enough to drive a man crazy. I told her what I was thinking and added, “I know hanging with Piper gets you into the inner circle and all that. But from my past experiences, its tiring competing with celebrities. Not to mention the lifestyle they have to offer. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.”

She shook her head. “No. Piper’s just a groupie. She’s my girl but I gotta be honest. Besides, since I’m not doing anything when we go out its getting harder and harder to hang with her. I’m like the 3rd wheel. And all of these guys don’t give a shit about her. They even hit on me in front of her and she just laughs it off. Honestly, I’m sort of getting tired of it but Piper’s my girl. And she knows people that knows people. If we ever needed to get into a club, backstage at a concert, all we have to do is ask her.”

“The benefits of being a groupie,” I said. We both laughed. She put her hand on my thigh and rubbed it. “But really babe, you don’t have anything to worry about. I already have my lover.” She lifted her glass and said, “To us.” I lifted mine and we clicked glasses. Then we kissed again, the sweet taste of the drinks on our lips made the kisses that much sweeter.

We talked a bit more about Piper, celebs and our situation. Suddenly, Bart was hard as a rock. The Lamar Odom’s had kicked in. I was ready to fuck.

From there we headed to the hotel. Lots of kissing and tonging before we moved to the bed. I couldn’t wait to lick the kitty. But she stopped me. Told me she was still spotting. Damn. Can a Daddy get a break this week? WTF? I couldn’t even hit it. She decided to just give me fellatio. I’d love to blog about how I licked the kitty. Sucked the clit. But no. No fun filled evening of me trying to get inside that tight kitty. She gave me brains, but I wasn’t that into it tbh. I wanted some kitty. “I’m sorry baby,” she said, stopping, my tip less than an inch from those pretty lips. “I’m not usually this bad of a fuck. Its just that I haven’t been that active…” Poor girl had to work hard to get ol Bart to cum. And when I came it was nothing spectacular. I can’t say she did a bad job…more like I was just wanting more that evening.

“I’m sorry. I promise I’m not this bad…” she kept saying. She said two more times and then, “I promise I’m not usually this lousy. I switched BC and its got my body all weird. That’s why I’m spotting.” For a minute I was thinking her and Firecracker were collaborating. “I’m sorry if I keep cancelling. It’s just hard with my work, my son and my friends.” The look on Bubbles face was of pure worry. I could tell she really felt like she was disappointing me. I told her to relax. I was patient. Low key I suspected a threesome was in my future. The thought alone of a 3 way was enough to make even the most impatient man wait. Then she promised things would be better tomorrow. But that would never happen….

Saturday Mar 5th By noon Bubbles cancelled again. Her son was still running a fever and she didn’t feel right leaving him again. It was cool. She was probably still spotting. I also had several messages from my CL ad and some hits of SA. I’d forgotten I had even been playing around on the sites.

No point in wasting a perfectly good Saturday afternoon : ) I poured myself some more Crown & Coke, sat down in my office and I spent the afternoon talking to some POTs. The stuff from CL was admittedly just garbage. Mostly girls looking to catch a date. The only hopeful one was this mid 40’s chick. She was kind of liking the fact that I was so young. Her last SD was in his mid 50s so she was interested in seeing how this would turn out. She was ready to meet to. Said she was going out with the girls and wondered if I could meet her at the bar. Old cougar. I call her Tigress. I declined to meet though. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to go that route. Old chicks be on something else. And, its been awhile since I was involved with someone over 30.

Sunday Mar 6th FC texted me and she felt like things were over. I took that as an indication she wanted to end things. She told me she felt guilty the last few weeks. That was right around the time I’d bought her a new Louis bag. I recalled she had been shocked I had bought it. She was happy too but I could see something in her eyes that something was wrong. Now it all made sense. She felt like she hadn’t deserved it. “I just don’t feel like I can give you everything you want,” she said.

The funny thing this all I ever really wanted was her. It was never something complicated.

But I was tired. Whatever was going on with her had taken its toll on me. I figured she had a new SD or a new fuckboy. Either way it was probably best to end things. I cared for Firecracker but I wouldn’t be a fool for her. Not with so much other kitty around me. She told me she wanted to remain friends and that if I wanted to have lunch or sex one day then to hit her up. We sort of ended it right there.

I was sad. I even posted this journal entry just to vent. She was my princess and now she was gone….

The week was off to a fucked up start.

#sugar tales #daddy's journals

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deansoutros · 7 years

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A/N: sorry it took so long for this one :( i’m sorry if it’s kind of shitty i rushed to finish this bc i had ppl asking for it :/ also fuck you chi

characters: dean x oc, zico x oc, crush, rome

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, alcoholism, stoners(lol), violence, (mentions of) abuse, sexual content(not in this ch)

CH1 CH2

chapter 3:

my mouth dropped slightly and I acted surprised but I knew she was going to say that. everyone had their mouths open in a small smile. I looked up at dean, his expression mirrored mine. sochi smiled proudly, pushing the black cup back to me.

“drink up” she said. I didn’t know what to do. I was well aware that I was pretty drunk now and drinking from that cup would end me but I couldn’t kiss dean. he was perfectly sober. I knew I might not remember it later but he would. kissing him would make things awkward between us and that was the last thing we needed right now. if this had happened a week ago, I would’ve probably done it because he’s my best friend and the kiss would mean nothing more than a save from the cup but now, he knew something about me. he knew something that made us closer than before and I knew something about him. i couldn’t do it.

everyone looked at me waiting for me to either jump on dean or drink. I looked at dean one last time before sighing, taking the cup sochi had pushed toward me. she snickered in victory as I looked at the contents inside the cup. I felt all eyes on me and as I brought the cup to my lips, it was taken out of my hands.

“you’re really drunk okay. I’m not letting you drink that.” dean set the cup on the table and crush immediately began laughing. everyone began chanting “kiss him” except for sochi. this had become more than she intended, everyone began pressuring me and I felt like I was about to burst. I grabbed the cup and quickly chugged. my perception of time was off but I counted the five seconds.

“that’s enough” zico ripped the cup from my hands and I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I got up and set my own drink on the table. I was upset now.

“happy?!” I looked at sochi before storming out the front door.

“chae wait-“ zico followed me out and I heard the room behind me go silent.

I walked out to the lawn, and leaned against the wall with my head back. zico closed the door behind him and stood next to me with his hands in his pockets.

“you okay?” he didn’t look at me, instead he looked straight ahead. I didn’t reply, I still felt the burning sensation of the mixture of tequila, vodka, rum and wine coating my mouth, throat and slowly covering my stomach.

“here” he handed me a water bottle and I took it. I drank it until the taste layering over my tongue was washed out. my face felt warm and I could tell that the drink I just took would hit me soon. a trail of heat formed down my chest to my stomach and for a minute I felt like it would come up but I managed to contain it. we both stayed silent for a while, he waited for me to be ready to talk.

“you don’t need to be out here I just needed some air” I said.

“I want to be out here” he replied with no hesitation.

“you shouldn’t have drank that if you didn’t want to” he continued.

“I didn’t have an option”

“you did and you know you did”

“I didn’t want to kiss him zico, fuck off”

“but you did. listen, we all know there’s something there. we all see it. no one says anything because you both make it so…obvious. even when he was still dating heoyang, he would be with you more than with her. you don’t think we all see how much you care about each other? I don’t know if you both are really that stupid or if you’re pretending you are. you’re falling for each other in a very genuine way or else why would you even think about drinking? if I got that dare with nayeon I would kiss her because there’s nothing there. we aren’t compatible and we never will be. she’s a great friend and I love her to bits but not like that. a kiss would mean nothing, but you hesitated and I saw his face too. just like you, he wanted it but he didn’t want anything to be ruined because he cherishes you. you both know what’s really going on here and you’re scared of what will come after.”

“shut up! just shut up! you don’t know what you’re talking about okay. that’s my best friend not just some random person. would you kiss your best friend?!”

“I’d kiss dean if it saved me from that cup. fuck yeah” I groaned in response and hung my head down.

“I don’t like dean like that why does everyone think I do? I act with him the same way I act with you, so do I want to date you too now?!”

“no, you treat me like I’m your brother, a very handsome brother but nonetheless, a brother. you treat dean like, well like he’s your world. I’m probably exaggerating but why were you so sad all week? you were upset, why? because he wasn’t around.” he sighed. “I didn’t tell you this because I know he said it when he was drunk but, every time I called him he talked about you. if I was in his place all I would talk about is heoyang and how fucked up she was but he barely mentioned her. he talked about you. about how bad he felt calling you all those things, about how scared he was to apologize. you both just need to-“

“please stop, stop talking.” I felt so overwhelmed. I was barely able to stand anymore and I felt like zico had been screaming at me. I know he didn’t mean harm in his words at all but for some reason I began aching. while he was talking, I was trying so hard to convince myself that his words were lies. I was being bombarded with feelings I didn’t even know if dean had or not. I felt like everyone had been screaming at me about this except the one person I needed to. I began regretting even agreeing to this stupid night. I shouldn’t have drank or smoked, I know that when I’m intoxicated my emotions are amplified times a million and a situation that isn’t that big turns into life and death to me. it was so annoying that I was thinking this way but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about it all.

“I like what I have with him, I don’t want anything to change. this is the first person I’ve ever opened up to.” before I knew it I had tears running down my cheeks. “why do you all keep pressuring me? have you ever thought that maybe just maybe if I liked dean I would have done something about it already? you all think you know everything and you don’t. stop assuming shit” I dropped the half-filled bottle of water and stumbled my way toward the parking lot. zico ran after me, grabbing my hand but I only fought with him.

“let me go zico!” I hollered. “I’m just going for a walk okay”

“you’re shitfaced, stop, you aren’t going anywhere chaeyeon” I tripped over the parking bumper and zico quickly tried to get me up but I refused. I dropped my face into my hands, tears pouring down my face for no reason besides the alcohol. I was no longer in control of my body, physically or emotionally. I kept repeating that I needed to throw up in between sobs. I felt zico hook his arms around me and pick me up. he carried me back to the boys place and everyone got up the second we went in.

“what the fuck is she okay?” christian examined me.

“chaeyeon-“ sochi seemed horrified and everyone came closer. I kept my hands covering my face and I felt zico tense up.

“everyone back up, don’t come near her it’s going to make it worse just give her some breathing space. I’m taking her to the bathroom okay? no one come in she’s fine she’s just really fucked up so give her some room.” zico held onto me before whispering to someone “where is he?”

“he got mad too, he went to his room” I could barely recognize crush’s voice. zico forced my arms around his neck and he carried me like a child. he took me to the bathroom and kicked dean’s door on the way there. once we were in the bathroom he set me down on the floor and I heard dean’s door swing open.

“what? who the fuck kicked the door?”

“dean, bathroom now” zico yelled. the familiar footsteps came closer and I couldn’t stop sobbing. zico leaned me against the toilet and I fought him until I saw the door open.

“what the fuck?!” dean rushed to me, brushing my hair out of my face. all I was thinking about was how disgusting I looked. I pushed him away and hid my face in zico’s chest. I felt so embarrassed.

“chaeyeon come here” dean grabbed my arm and I shoved him away again.

“zico get out”

“nah bro she needs help”

“get out I got it”

“dean-“

“would I let anything happen to her?” zico sighed and released me.

“if you need something call me over okay” he walked out and closed the door behind him.

dean instantly took his spot. he sat next to me, leaning against the tub and he pulled me onto his lap. I was still sobbing like I was 2 years old.

“hey, hey it’s okay, you’re okay. no need to cry. I’m right here chae.” my arms wrapped around his neck and I rested my head against his shoulder. he continued to brush my hair out of my face. I felt my eyes puffy and I knew they were red. I looked up at him and he grabbed his sleeve, wiping tears off my cheeks.

“you’re okay chae. it’s all right, breathe.”

“I’m sorry” I managed to mumble out.

“for what? you did nothing wrong babe”

“I’m a mess, I’m sorry you’re dealing with this. and I’m sorry to zico too” I was slightly more calm now, dean had been rubbing my back and it was soothing, his touch was soothing.

“zico would murder someone if you asked him to. as for me, you can make it up to me by doing my chemistry homework yeah?” his lips curled into that smile I loved so much and I tittered. he stroked my hair back, his eyes were practically glued on me. I gently hit his shoulder before hiding my face in the crook of his neck. my cheeks felt hot and I had suddenly felt self-conscious.

“stop looking at me”

“why? because you look like crap?” I looked up at him and tears began forming in my eyes again.

“no, no I was joking chae- I’m sorry I was trying to lighten up the mood” he reached across the toilet to grab some toilet paper and began wiping my nose.

“you look beautiful, you always do. the more I see you every day, the prettier you become. even right now, you look adorable”

“dean are you sober?” he nodded.

“you haven’t drank anything?” I persisted.

“besides two glasses of water, nope. what about you?” I let out a small chuckle, tightening my hold on him.

“did zico make you cry? should I punch him?” he asked.

“no no I just felt, overwhelmed. can I ask something?”

“what is it?” I closed my eyes and rested against his chest. I wasn’t thinking properly and I replayed zico’s words in my head.

“I don’t want to move” the tiny sober part inside me prohibited me from asking what I really intended.

“that isn’t a question, silly. if you want to stay here, we will. if you want to sleep here, I’ll be your pillow” god, he was being so adorable.

“can you carry me to bed? if I get up everything’s going to spin more than it is now” I mumbled sleepily.

DEAN’S POV

I stood up and bent down, linking my arms under hers. I picked her up and her arms draped around my neck whilst her legs did the same around my waist. she laid her cheek against my shoulder and I felt her hair cover my back. when we exited the bathroom, sochi noticed and rushed over, asking if she was okay. I nodded to reassure her.

“she just needs sleep, I’m going to put her to bed don’t worry” she hesitantly agreed. I could tell she was full of regret. I knew she probably thought she upset both chaeyeon and I, which she did but she didn’t know how chaeyeon would react, neither did I.

I kicked my bedroom door open, pulling the sheets back from my bed before setting her down. she was practically knocked out when I put her down. I pulled the sheets over her and she incoherently mumbled as I made my way out.

“what chae?”

“don’t go” I was barely able to make out her words.

“I’ll be right back okay, I’m going to grab some water for you” she hummed in response and I flicked the light off, leaving the door cracked.

as soon as I walked out, everyone stopped talking and looked at me.

“she okay man?” christian put his drink down and glanced at me.

“she’s okay, she just needs to sleep it off.” I turned to look at the girls, giving them a pressed smile. “don’t worry, she’s staying here, I’ll take the couch tonight and I’ll take care of her throughout the night.”

“thanks” sochi got up and made her way to the door, jisu and nayeon followed. “she tends to kick and hit in her sleep, just in case” the thought of her sleeping recklessly amused me. I could imagine her hitting sochi and denying it the next morning.

sochi looked down and nayeon led her out. I took a look at everyone. they were all drunk, especially sochi and crush. as the girls exited I grabbed a bottle of water from the counter. the guys were picking up the cans and pizza boxes laying in the living room. I motioned zico to come.

“you should go with sochi, I have a feeling she’s going to be chaeyeon 2.0 in about 5 minutes. she had a lot to drink and she feels guilty. go with them” he turned to look at the girls. nayeon had her arms around sochi’s shoulders. she was slouchy and hung her head.

“yeah, you’re right. I’ll be back in the morning” he followed after the girls, grabbing his phone before walking out.

“I’m going to bed guys, night” a collective “goodnight” rang from their mouths. they all sounded dead and I could tell they were tired.

I carefully walked into the room, trying not to make any noise. I placed the water bottle on the nightstand next to my bed before grabbing a blanket from the closet and settling down on the couch across the room. just as I was about to fall asleep, a groan came from chaeyeon’s direction. I opened my eyes and saw her moving. I kept an eye on her to make sure she wouldn’t fall off but she began to breathe quicker and quicker, whining. she was probably having a nightmare.

I tossed the blanket off me and got up, gently shaking her.

“chae wake up it’s a dream” it took her a couple of minutes before she opened her eyes. her breathing was heavy and rapid.

“it’s okay you were dreaming. go back to sleep” she took a hold of my arm, tugging me to her.

“sleep with me” she murmured. she was still half asleep but she wouldn’t release my arm. I tried to relieve myself from her grip but she refused to let go. she began whining and I stopped struggling with her. she looked so childlike. her lips jutted out in a pout but her eyes remained closed. her fingers grasped around my wrist but her touch was gentle, so gentle I got goosebumps the more I thought about it. I gave in, pushing her to her side as I slid under the covers. I maintained my distance from her but she reached for my hand, draping my arm around her. I chuckled and she leaned into my chest. her arm coiled over my torso and she hugged me as if I was a plush.

I stroked her hair as I thought about what crush had told me earlier. after chaeyeon walked out earlier tonight, zico stopped me from going after her. I swear it was like all of them had planned this. I was upset that sochi would put her in such an unfair situation and to top it off zico refused to let me go out so I went to my room. crush had come in a couple of minutes later and basically lectured me. he may have girls around him all the time but when the man’s in love, he knows what he’s doing. in fact, he’s the reason I began dating heoyang. crush’s words rang in my head.

“listen bro, I don’t want to get too feely right now but I think this is it. I’m sure zico is telling her the same thing I’m telling you but you both need to come to terms. I personally do not think y’all are going to last in this awkward in between ground for long, then again, I’m not you and I really don’t know how you feel. from an outsider’s perspective, to be brutally honest, in the past almost two months, I’ve seen you happier. even with this heoyang bullshit happening. you’re probably just as oblivious as her if not more. at first, we all thought it was just both of you ignoring it and we slowly came to the realization that neither one of you actually recognizes what’s happening. dean, when was the last time you met a girl and didn’t hook up with her? even your relationship with heoyang began like that. y’all were fuck buddies and before her, you’d have a different girl here every weekend dude. we used to talk about girls all the time even when you had your girl, you’d still look at other chicks and we’d talk about them. ever since chaeyeon moved in next door you haven’t joined our conversations. you haven’t even glanced at another girl same goes for zico but that’s another story. for fucks sake, you spent more time with her than with heoyang. that relationship had fizzled long ago and we all knew it, it was just a matter of time. don’t tell me you felt anything towards her for the past couple of months because I know you didn’t. it was blatantly obvious that the relationship returned to its original purpose, just sex. I’m not going to try and pressure you into marrying chaeyeon or some shit, but I do think you should probably reanalyze your friendship with her. you’ve never had girl friends, dean you don’t form friendships with girls. haven’t you noticed? ask yourself why she’s not only your friend but dare I say best friend. you tell her more shit than you tell us anymore. why? if you really believe that there’s nothing underneath the surface, I’ll be the first to tell you that you’re stupid as fuck. I know you have those little thoughts about her. when she smiles you stare at her lips and you start smiling yourself without even realizing it. the weird part is, you’ve never…well, checked her out. you literally look at her in every way except sexually which is what throws me off but who knows. no shame in loving women and sex dude but you aren’t exactly the type of guy to skip out on looking at ass and tits. so why is chaeyeon different? let yourself fall dean, stop being so afraid man.”

god, I felt like he talked for fucking hours but every single word was floating around in my head. after he had left I began thinking about what he said and I have never felt so lost before. I never noticed half the shit he said. I realized that it was like we were both restraining from even allowing ourselves to acknowledge any type of feelings towards one another. I cherish chaeyeon and losing her is a legitimately terrifying thought. when best friends begin to get romantic it never ends well and that’s what stopped me more than anything else. I tried to convince myself that my feelings were originated from a broken place with heoyang and I but it wasn’t true. heoyang and I had been over long before the night of zico’s party. I hated how I was feeling. I have never been caught up on someone, not like this. don’t get me wrong, I did really love heoyang but this was so different and it scared me. but at the same time, I wanted to do as crush said and let things happen.

my train of thought soon drifted me into a slumber only to be woken up a few hours later by a gust of wind being rushed out of me. my gasping for air woke chayeon up and the minute I looked at her, her eyebrows knit together with guilt.

“oh god, I’m so sorry. dean are you okay?” she rubbed my chest as I tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“fuck chaeyeon, when sochi said you kicked and hit I thought it was just reckless sleeping but you just punched me in the stomach”

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” she sat up in bed and laid her hand over mine on my stomach. I pulled my hand away and extended my arm to the side.

“lay down”

CHAEYEON’S POV

I slowly laid back down, my head resting on his arm. I kept my hand against his stomach, gently rubbing it in circular motions. I felt so bad. first, I had bruised him up earlier and now I punched him in the stomach. what was next?

“I’m sorry”

“it’s fine stop apologizing, you just startled me, don’t worry. are you feeling better though?” he asked with a yawn following his question.

“yeah, I don’t think I’m completely sober but I feel a lot better. I can’t really remember what happened after I fell though. I just remember crying”

“you fell?!”

“yeah in the parking lot. I think zico picked me up” dean began twirling my hair between his fingers.

“you aren’t hurt though right?” I shook my head and he reached back into the infamous drawer.

“if you take some advil now you won’t feel as shitty in the morning and you’ll avoid the headache” he handed me a small red tablet and a water bottle. I sat up and swallowed the medication. dean’s arms immediately enveloped me and he dragged me back under the covers. my back pressed against his chest and his arm rested over my hip.

“is this okay or are you uncomfortable?” the fact that he was asking was beyond adorable. I placed my hand over his and glided my thumb over his knuckles.

“it’s fine”

silence filled the room and I closed my eyes, getting comfortable in his hold. he adjusted his chin upon my shoulder before sluggishly whispering in my ear.

“let’s do something tomorrow, just you and me. I can make you breakfast in a couple hours then we can go anywhere you want and we can have a nice dinner too”

the proximity of his lips to my ear made me shiver as I felt his words hitting the side of my neck. he noticed and pulled me closer into him. I swear I was sinking into him but his touch was so calming. I felt something I hadn’t felt in a while. I felt safe.

in that moment, I felt that it was just us. it was as if we were the only two people on earth. it was just us in bed, entangled in each other. I thought about zico’s words and how we were in this moment. “you don’t treat him like he’s your brother” he was right, I don’t. part of me wanted to just let things fall into place on their own and the other half just wanted to stay in this moment right here, exactly how we were already.

I stayed quiet for a moment and I could tell he began to get nervous.

“anywhere?” I felt a sleepy smile press against my neck and just that alone forced a simper on my own face.

“anywhere” he said.

“okay, deal” I mumbled before we both dozed off.

the next morning I woke up before him. zico caught me in the kitchen and we chatted a bit. I apologized for last night but I also talked to him about the little moment dean and I had at 4am last night.

“go for it. do it. you don’t have to date him right away. test the waters, go out have fun. why do you think he asked to spend the day with you? he probably made up his mind too. he’s letting things be. stop trying to well ,stop things from happening. he’s going with it so you should too. let yourself fall, he might just catch you”

“that was actually gross coming from you. I’ll think about it though” as zico was about to open his big ass mouth again, dean walked into the kitchen.

“think about what?” he asked as he rubbed his eyes.

“think about g-” I covered zico’s mouth with my palm, shoving him back.

“nothing! just g…going to the pier…today. yeah that” he glanced at me then back at zico, shrugging before going into the fridge. I shoved zico away and looked him in the eyes. say something and I’ll murder you with my own two hands. he got the message quickly, putting his hands up and backing away from me.

“what do you want for breakfast chae?” dean called.

“you” I head zico whisper.

“what did you say?” dean immediately looked up at zico, an amused half-smile crossed his lips. I was about 2 seconds away from tossing zico out the window.

“I said pancakes” zico looked at me, I was still slightly frozen but he knew those might be the last words he uttered. I nodded, reassuring him that I’d let this one slide, for now.

I heard dean suppress a laugh as he walked up behind me, his fingers gently gripping my shoulders.

“are pancakes good? I’ll make them from scratch”

“that’s fine” I replied bluntly, my glare was still on zico, waiting for him to pull something out of his ass again.

“ignore him, he’s a dumbass” he said before pressing a kiss against my forehead and walking back to the fridge. zico raised his brows and so did I. it was unexpected. I knew my cheeks would flush soon and for once I didn’t try to stop it. zico had the stupidest smile on his lips as he walked into the living room. he may be a dumbass but he’s my brother…the dumbass.

I turned back, grabbing an assortment of fruits and chopping them up into a bowl. dean was so concentrated on cooking, he barely spoke. he looked so cute. when he concentrated, his tongue slipped out of his mouth a little and he bit his lip. I served two bowls of fruit and sat at the table, watching him try so hard to flip pancakes perfectly and laughing every time it splattered across the whole pan. just watching him made me happy. I could tell he was trying really hard to make this perfect and it was only breakfast.

“ok so they’re a little ugly but I promise they’re good!” he placed a plate with a stack of slightly overcooked pancakes before me. I chuckled, taking a few onto my plate and another three on his. we ate breakfast and discussed plans.

“after this we’ll go to the pier then we will have a nice dinner at one of the restaurants on the dock. so is it a date?” he said. the word date made my stomach tingle but god, this was such a cheesy idea. I didn’t want to be rude but this wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time. don’t get me wrong it’s cute and all but, not with him. he had always been someone I could be myself with and after thinking about what zico said, I decided to let things flow, but not if I had to act like I loved expensive ass food that would fill me up for 10 minutes. so I decided to stay true to myself and our friendship if this was really going to be a fair shot.

“no, it’s not” he stopped eating and looked worried. I could already tell that he was thinking I wasn’t up for our “date”. his expression made me laugh which only confused him more.

“dean, don’t you think we should do something more, I don’t know, us? I mean it’s cute and all but, we don’t really do that stuff. I say we go to the science museum downtown and be nerds, then we go have wings for dinner. I know it isn’t “cute” but…it’s us.” I pressed my lips together, looking down at my plate. I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye, exhaling semi-loud in relief. he kept his gaze on me for a minute before continuing his meal.

“okay, I heard they have the first nmr machine ever built. you’d probably like seeing stuff like that you nerd”

“what? really? what are we still doing here?! that machine is calling my name” he laughed at my stupid joke, pushing his plate aside.

“let’s go! go get ready and I’ll pick you up in an hour”

“pick me up? dean. I literally live 5 steps away from you”

“ok and? I can still pick you up, fuck” he reached over and ruffled my hair. I swatted his hands away, getting up and fighting back. it quickly turned into a playful fight. he grabbed a hold of my nose and I pulled his ear.

“y’all are gross” crush said as he walked in, not even looking at us. he looked like shit. he was probably second to most drunk last night since I took the main title. if it wasn’t for that advil at night I would probably be worse than him right now.

we stopped fighting and dean got up to flick his head. crush winced and before he could retaliate, dean grabbed my hand and ran off to his room, dragging me with him.

“you’re so mean you know his head probably hurts a lot” I said.

“yeah well he has a big head, it should be distributed well enough for it to not be that bad”

“you make no sense. dean shut up” he let himself fall onto the bed, pulling me with him. I landed on top of him and he caught me in his arms.

“make me” I swallowed noting but air like they do in the movies, realizing that it wasn’t an exaggeration when they do it. he stared at me, waiting for a response but I was frozen. I got myself together and got off him, collecting my things before heading to the door.

“I’ll text you in an hour” I forced an awkward smile and quickly left.

“chae-“

I closed the door behind me and almost ran out the front door. when I got home jisu was in the living room watching cartoons.

“woah, you look scared are you okay?”

“yeah I’m fine, just…” I debated whether or not I should tell her. this is something I would tell sochi but I was still a little mad that she initiated this. I bit my lip in thought before dropping my things and taking a seat next to jisu. she sat up and muted the tv.

“I think dean wanted to kiss me. that’s weird right? oh well okay actually I should tell you that I’m going to give it a shot with him. I’ll let things flow like zico said. I think he’s doing the same but no one has really said anything so it’s kind of awkward but right now I told him to shut up and he said “make me” like they do in movies and I swear he wanted to kiss me. maybe I’m being extra and he didn’t. I don’t know but for some reason I got really shy and you know I’m not shy with anyone in general. I don’t know it’s weird right? or am I weird for thinking that?”

she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. I raised my brows suggestively.

“so? are you gonna say anything?” I asked.

“what the fuck just came out of your mouth, you talked so fast I understood like two words”

I groaned and let myself fall back against the couch.

“ok ok it isn’t weird. doesn’t a kiss tell you if you really like someone or not? I don’t know much about relationships you know that. but if you don’t feel like you’re ready to kiss then don’t. be old fashioned grandma, no one’s judging”

“ok A) you are judging by calling me grandma. B) fuck off this is different. I hook up with guys all the time but this isn’t a guy. this is ugly ass noodle head dean. I don’t know why I got shy, it’s not like I don’t know him. even with hook up’s, there isn’t much kissing, haha”

“you’re nasty. take your time before you suck faces if that’s what you want”

“you couldn’t have said kiss instead? ugh, wait. why aren’t you surprised that I’m going to date dean?”

“because everyone knew it was going to happen soon and because you just said it, meaning you do plan on dating him which also means I win $150 when you do as long as it’s before winter break”

“what the fuck, did you bet? with who?!”

“nayeon, christian, sochi, zico, and crush…so everyone. we all agreed that y’all had feelings for each other but crush thought he was going to dump that bitch for you, sochi and zico thought you were going to date sometime next year, nayeon and christian said it wouldn’t happen because you both care too much about your friendship and I said before the semester ends. be a good friend and get me money” I grabbed a pillow from the couch and smacked her with it.

“I hate all of you, I’m going to go get ready to date him in 3 years so none of you fake asses benefit from it” I got up and went upstairs.

“so…is that a yes?” I heard her say behind me. I ignored her and went to my room. I took a shower and got ready. I slipped on a jean skirt that laid above my knees along with a white t shirt tucked into it. I took a little longer than usual to get ready but my makeup looked so good I had no regrets of making him wait longer.

Dean: ready?

Me: yeah, come “pick me up” babe 😩😩😔✊

I laughed at my own text, thinking about how the fuck we would ever be able to function as a couple. why was I thinking about us being a couple??

Dean: on my way now 😉

Dean: here

the consecutive messages made me chuckle. he was so stupid but it was so cute. I rushed downstairs and the moment I opened the door he was standing there with a small bag in his hand.

“you look cute, ready?” I ignored his comment and pointed at the bag.

“what’s that?” I asked.

“oh yeah,” he handed me the bag with tissue paper sticking out. “I asked zico to pick this up for me last night but I didn’t get the chance to give it you”

I pulled away the tissue and grabbed the item inside. it was a small box.

“dean, you didn’t have to get me anyth-“

“open it” he interrupted. his smile showed how proud he was of whatever was inside.

I opened the box to reveal a silver necklace with the molecular structure of dopamine at the heart of it. it was so beautiful and thoughtful. I swung my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“I’m guessing you like it? let me put it on you” he gently pushed me off and took the necklace from my hand, turning me around and pushing my hair to the side. I lifted it up for him and he slipped the necklace around my neck. I turned back around and held onto the pendant laying on my neck.

“dean you really shouldn’t have”

“I wanted to,” he stepped closer to me, taking the pendant between his fingers. “do you know why I got it?” he asked.

“because you’re stupid” I replied. he smiled and shook his head.

“because you make me happy, so I wanted to give you happiness as well” in that moment I felt my heart speed up. i slipped my arms around him, my chest pressing against his, making sure he knew that it was beating like that because of him. his arms slid around my waist and he pulled me close, burying his head in my neck.

“thank you, I love it” I said.

“good” he replied, pressing a kiss against my cheek. my lips curled into a simper and I caught his hand in mine as he retracted from the hug.

“let’s go” he locked our fingers together and I swear I heard someone squeal followed by an “ow” but I didn’t really pay attention.

the whole ride downtown he refused to let go of my hand despite me telling him that it was sweaty and gross. I didn’t feel awkward or weird. it felt normal. it felt right.

after an hour of walking around the museum, pointing out things we found interesting and even some stuff we had either used or learned about in class, we headed out the door. I bumped into someone on the sidewalk, or more like she bumped into me, she almost knocked me over. thankfully dean was still holding my hand and he caught me before my face met the pavement.

“are you okay chae-“ his face went blank instantaneously. it looked like he had seen a ghost.

“dean?” I traced his eyes and…fuck.

“so that’s why you didn’t call back yesterday…” she said.

I looked at dean and he was speechless. yesterday?

“what? your new toy doesn’t know that we hooked up every day last week?”

“shut up” he spat through gritted teeth. I felt numb, I didn’t know how to feel nor respond.

“hah, you should probably get over your ex properly before getting a new one” she said. her tone was cocky and it made me angry.

“get the fuck away from us heoyang” dean uttered. she took a step closer to me and dean tried to push me behind him but instead I pushed him away. she came closer and closer, before I knew it, all I saw was red.

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