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For Whatever It’s Worth I Love You (Ain’t That the Worst Thing You Ever Heard?)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; best friend!Harry x fem!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; best friends forever or whatever the saying is. how bittersweet it is to love someone that you can’t have how you want.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 8.8k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; angst, drinking, one mention of a sexual encounter, foul language, use of Y/N. date with a college guy who only wants sex and is obvious about it.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: i did link a playlist in another post, but here it is. this fic is something personal to me so not everyone will relate but if you’ve ever been in love with your best friend, this is for you. you don’t have to listen to the playlist while reading but a few deserve a honorable mention that i feel accurately describe the feelings throughout.

yours - conan gray, it’s nice to have a friend - taylor swift, falling for u - peachy! ft mxmtoon, heather - conan gray, people watching - conan gray.

— — —

Y/N and Harry were friends. They were the absolute best of friends if anyone asked. They grew up near one another but she tended to shy away from him in their early days. During their elementary years, she observed him from a distance. Him and his seemingly always put together outfits, the way he would snicker in class whenever the teacher mentioned anything remotely funny (it never was to the little girl.) She watched as he sometimes decided he wanted to take notes and would write everything down as fast as he could.

She watched as he grew a small circle of friends and would go around the school playing pranks, placing fake bugs inside lockers or on the teachers desk. She couldn’t help but to be curious of the boy as time went, something about him intrigued her. Years go by and eventually Y/N grew the courage to approach the young boy. She was still hesitant, nervous really, she didn't know what to say to him in any sense. But her legs carried her to him, her mind runs a mile a minute the closer she gets to him. She was bound to make a fool of herself, she just couldn’t stop.

Her feet stopped, she stood right in front of him and he’s yet to notice her, too deep into whatever conversation he’s having with his friend to notice the scared girl. She can’t help her gaze from roaming over his face, the soft cheeks and pretty green eyes, his pink lips and long eyelashes. His hair has gotten quite curly over the years, it’s honestly her favorite feature of his. She wishes she could look at him this close every day, just admire him without any fear or doubt and oh- he’s staring at her. When did he stop talking to his friend? Her eyes drop to his lips and they’re moving.. he’s talking to her, oh god he’s talking to her. This is it, she’s gonna make an utter and absolute fool of herself and he’s never going to talk to her again.

“Uh hello? Did y’need something?” He asks and she just stares blankly. She can’t force her brain to say something, anything please.

“Uh- well.. jeez. You see.. I just,” is all that comes out of her mouth when she finally decides to open it. She can feel heat rising to her cheeks, the embarrassment warming her and making her want to hide in her room until the end of time.

Harry’s just staring at her, his lips pulled up into an amused smirk of some sort and she can't help the shame that fills her.

“Go on then, I don't have all day.“ He says with amusement laced in his tone and she nearly melts. She couldn’t think he could get any better but his accent is heavenly. It’s smooth and soft and she wishes she could listen to it all day- no she doesn’t. That’s irrational and oh, he’s still looking at her. She needs to say something, she begs her mind to come up with anything at this point.

“You’re pretty.” His face immediately morphs into a look of disbelief as he shakes his head gently.

“Well thanks I guess.” He laughs gently before looking back at her.

“I don’t think pretty is a term meant for me, maybe for you though.” He smiles gently at her and she swears her heart skips three beats. Her skin flushes with heat at the compliment he gives her, and she can’t help but to smile shyly at the curly haired boy.

“Oh, um thank you.” She can’t help but to giggle and he watches her with a curious gaze.

“What’s your name then?” He asks her and she tells him, he compliments her name and says his own.

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry.” They smile at each other and he invites her to sit with him and his friends.

Just like that, a new friendship begins to bloom between the children. They stay by each other’s side through the years, becoming the best of friends in the seventh grade over their shared disgust for dissecting frogs. Their faces screw up and they just keep complaining about how gross it feels and how they hate the sliminess of the skin. It’s hard to imagine that anything could break them apart, they’re too similar. They’re too close, their friendship is far too strong.

— — —

When high school came around, you never got one without the other. The pair were always attached at the hip. Some students thought the two were dating, and Harry always shot them down by saying she’s just a really close friend, they’re just friends, they couldn’t date. Y/N kept her mouth shut, always had to swallow the big lump that formed in her throat whenever the topic came up. She knew she wouldn’t be able to deny it, or she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from admitting her feelings.

She’s not sure when she started catching feelings for Harry exactly. There’s many moments where it could be possible. It could’ve been all those nights they share a bed, they’re close enough and their parents figured nothing bad will happen. If they were to sneak around, they would’ve done it already. Harry will be over at Y/N’s house, either studying or just hanging out with her and they’ll stay up too late and Anne wouldn’t want to come and pick him up so Harry will pick an outfit or steal some of her bigger clothes to wear (she likes to wear oversized clothing when she’s going to sleep, they’re the only clothes that’ll fit him.) The first night was awkward to say the least, she didn’t own a sleeping bag and wanted him to stay with her. They thought of piling some blankets on the floor, but he said it’d be too uncomfortable and would hurt his back. He offered to sleep on the couch but she fussed and said it wouldn’t be a proper sleepover if they weren’t in the same room.

The last offer was said with hesitation, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned red and he stared at the floor with a bashful smile.

“We could, maybe if you’re comfortable with it of course, maybe share a bed? We don’t have to. I’m sure your mom could figure something out-” She’s embarrassed at how fast she answers the boy, her skin warmed and shy eyes.

“Yeah! That works.” And just like that, the first initial problem is solved. They lay relatively stiffly in their own sides of the bed, a line of pillows lay in between them acting as a protective barrier, the moonlight filtering through her bedroom window and resting on his face. Casting a soft white hue onto his face, making him look even softer and she can’t help but to keep sneaking glances at her best friend. She doesn’t want to just stare and ogle, she doesn’t want to make this even more awkward for the two of them, so she settles for quick glances. They talk about anything and everything, whatever they learned in class or Harry’s newest favorite song, her current book she’s reading or some gossip one of them overheard.

Time passes, and Y/N can hear his breathing even out. She watches as his chest rises and falls slower signaling the young boy is sleeping. She then turns on her side, slowly and quietly as she pays attention to how much sound she’s making, her gaze landing on the sleeping boy. This should be, this is weird. She shouldn’t be watching him, but she can’t help it. Her eyes roam over his face once more, this time unashamed and more slowly, she wants to memorize every single detail.

She takes in the way his lashes fan his cheeks, she’s always been jealous of how long his eyelashes are. There’s no point in him having them if he doesn’t put them to good use. His eyelids flutter ever so often as he sleeps, his nose and his lips. They’re soft and pink, pillowy as if they’re made from the softest fabric. They’re inviting, but she shouldn’t be thinking like that. They’re best friends, best friends don’t kiss. They don’t think about cuddling up to them, they don’t do what she does.

Besides it’s normal for a young girl to develop a small crush on her best friend, it happens to everyone. At least that’s what her mom had told her weeks after the bed sharing experience.

— — —

She manages to bottle up those measly feelings for him, she doesn’t want to ruin anything and lose him. Years pass and now the two are in college. Freshman, the jokes of the school, the perfect targets for all of the upperclassmen. Y/N and Harry are still as close as ever, in fact some may say they’ve gotten closer. Harry’s always there to protect her from anyone who tries to pick on her, to lend a hand when she needs a study partner. Y/N’s there to support his dreams, to embrace him after a long day, to listen to him ramble about anything and everything.

The two would usually spend their nights sitting side by side as they help the other study, listening to the newest music on their phones, or just chatting happily with each other. The silence that settled over them sometimes never felt uncomfortable in any way, anything that had to do with Harry was warm. It was happy, filled with care and cozy, constantly feeling like she was enveloped in a warm hug. It was always a comforting moment whenever she’s around him, never awkward in any way or a silence so deafening that makes her feel the need to ramble about anything just to fill the silence.

True enough, college was stressful for the girl. She was known to overwork herself and to stack more and more things onto her imaginary plate. A stack so high that she can’t see over or around, and the weight of it only gets heavier as time passes by. It’s not something she can help though, she’s always been one to want to overachieve her own dreams and goals — even if said goals were highly unattainable and unrealistic — but she always had Harry to help her. She’d tack on classes that she may or may not need to take but she thinks it will be easier to take all the classes just in case.

She makes frequent stops to her teacher’s office to ask for help or to check her work (she’s sure the teachers are sick of her at this point), she’s constantly working on homework and studying for her exams and any tests she may have. It’s safe to say Y/N is as good a student as one can get, and she takes great pride in that! As much time as she spends in her dorm room or in the library with her face glued into text books, she makes sure to set time aside to spend time with her best friend.

She always makes time for him, how could she not when he’s the best part of her day? They’ll meet up in the library for an impromptu study session that usually ends up with their studies forgotten as they talk about whatever comes to mind, him sitting beside her on her bed because she doesn’t like visiting the boy’s dormitories simply because they’re loud and the majority of the time it smells unpleasant, or they’ll stroll around the campus because she loves being in nature. They’ll talk about how their classes are doing (hers are good but overwhelming and loud, his are good as well and he quite enjoys them,) or they’ll talk about potential crushes they have.

It usually always just results in Harry talking about whatever girl he thought was pretty as Y/N nodded along. She never had anything to contribute, she never had any crushes other than him and didn’t feel the need to add anything to the conversation. She was always too jealous, too upset to say anything anyways. She wished it was her. She hoped that she could hold his hand and kiss him whenever she wanted, wanted to play with his hair and cuddle up to him whenever she wanted, wanted to show him off and announce to the world that he was hers.

It was silly, she knew that, which was why she never said anything about her feelings. She couldn’t have him the way she wanted him, they were always just gonna be best friends. She was okay with that, to a point, she was glad to have him in her life just the same. She wouldn’t tell him in fear of losing him. She couldn’t bear the thought of not being in his life, to not traveling to his place and hanging out with his family, to not have that one person who meant everything and anything to her.

So she pined, she yearned from a distance while still encouraging him to go on dates. Which is exactly what she’s doing now, sat on his bed with a sad smile as he told her about the current girl he’s interested in.

“No, you don’t understand. She’s so smart, always one of the first to raise her hand, she could honestly give you a run for your money. She always looks so pretty, it’s like she never has bad days. She even volunteers on the weekends!” He goes on and on, not realizing the sadness etched on his friend's face, he never noticed it as he rambled about whatever girl he was interested in.

Y/N nodded along, halfway listening as she felt the small ping of hurt begin to bloom in her chest. She wishes she could be all the way happy for Harry. She hates that she gets jealous of all the girls, she just can’t help it. She wishes she had a chance.

“Why don’t you ask her out then, Harry?” Her voice is quiet, scared of it coming out as shaky as she feels.

“I don’t even know if she likes me! I’d hate to ask her out just to get rejected.” He says as he paces, a habit he does when he’s nervous.

“You won’t know if you try, or you could just try talking to her normally and see how it goes from there.” She says and he nods, a big smile on his face (one she wishes he would give to her) as he thinks it over.

She hates these moments if she’s being honest, it always leads to the same outcome. He’ll listen to her advice, he and whatever girl he’s interested in will start talking, they’ll realize they’re compatible and start hanging out more, he’ll bring her around to meet Y/N and then something happens and they break up. She wishes he would stop, at least for a while, and go back to give all of his attention to her.

— — —

They’re now juniors in college and the two are still relatively close friends. Harry will walk her to class if his own is close enough, they eat lunch together when their schedules line up, Harry still takes her to and from school every day (unless something came up with his soccer schedule.) Harry did get into the party scene though, and Y/N thinks this is where it all got complicated. He would go to parties thrown on the campus and when he first started going, Harry would invite Y/N to come with him and the girl always said no.

Partying wasn’t her thing, she didn't find the whole appeal of it all. Going to someone’s dorm room or house, either way the space is entirely too crowded for her, the smell of cigarettes and weed fill the air and songs she’ll never enjoy blasts through whatever speakers they have. The drinks are usually not that bad after she’s had a couple before heading in, but she doesn’t necessarily like to drink anyways.

This was where her and Harry had begun to drift in a way, Harry enjoyed partying. He enjoyed it a lot, the thrill, and once he had gotten a couple of tattoos and grew his hair out he became quite the ladies man.

He would go on about whatever party was going on, to her it seemed there was a party every week. She didn’t understand why these people aren’t studying and making the most of their time, but she realizes that not everyone’s like her. It was very rare for her to accompany Harry to a party, but when she did, she made him promise to stay by her side as much as he could. He agreed, because why wouldn’t he, and tried to get to enjoy herself as much as she could.

Tonight’s a party, she couldn’t believe someone is throwing a party on a Thursday night, she would be cozied up in her bed with her textbooks laid across as she wrote down notes. Harry had convinced her to come with him, and told her it was going to be a small party and said they were having a pick a music DJ so she could even request a couple of her favorite songs! She reluctantly agreed only after Harry gave her the biggest eyes and pout she ever saw. She’s always had a soft spot for him, mainly because he’s never given her a reason not to trust his word and judgment.

So she sighed as she ushered him out, playfully swatting his butt with whatever she was able to grab and shooed him.

“Go on then, get ready! This better be good otherwise I’m shaving your head while you sleep.” She said with a soft smile on her lips, they both knew she would never do so simply because she enjoyed running her hands through his hair. He shook his head and laughed at her fondly as he allowed her to push him to the door. He then left her dorm with a smile on his lips to get ready for said party, one of his main priorities is to make his best friend begin to like parties so they could go together.

A while later, they’re standing against one another, a plastic solo cup in each of their hands in a somewhat crowded house. Harry was right, it was smaller than the normal party, there’s more room to walk around without the fear of bumping into someone and causing a scene. The music vibrates through the floors and fills the space, the air is stuffy and filled with the smell of weed. There’s so much happening all at once, and Y/N’s glad she doesn’t get overstimulated easily otherwise she’d have to leave.

Y/N sips on her drink, taking just the smallest of drinks simply because whatever Harry gave her smells and tastes bad, burning her throat and leaving a bad aftertaste on her tongue with every drink. Her eyes roam over the kitchen but they always manage to land on Harry. He’s so pretty, and just happy. He looks like he belongs here, long sleeve black shirt partially open, a black tie barely even tied around his neck, a pair of black jeans and a pair of white tennis shoes. He’s let his hair down instead of his usual man bun, and Y/N swears every girl has their eyes trained on him. She doesn’t blame them honestly, she just wishes she wasn’t there to watch as her best friend checks the girls out as well.

It fuels a bubbling in her stomach, a queasy feeling that won’t go away. It’s a feeling she’s grown used to, being friends with Harry always led to her feeling envious of the girls he talked to. She wishes she could just accept the fact that they’ll never be together how she wants them to be, accept the fact that they’ll always just be best friends. She knows that she could treat him better than they can, she knows all the small things they’ll never know. She knows how to make him happy, how to comfort him, knows all of his secrets and ticks and cues.

She hates the painful feeling that resides in her chest, near her heart every time this happens. The horrible feeling of rejection that makes her hate the friendship they have, hates the fact that they’re so close and it’ll never go any further than that. She sighs and takes a bigger sip of her drink, her face screwing up in disgust at the bitter taste left on her tongue. She hopes he’s too busy checking out every girl at the party to notice her discomfort, but of course he has some kind of senses that ties to her as he wraps an arm softly around her shoulders.

He gives her a soft squeeze as he leans down to whisper in her ear, only to make sure she can hear him over the bass of the song.

“Y’okay?” She can’t help the shiver that runs through her at the feeling of his breath fanning across her neck. She only nods her head meekly, she doesn’t trust her voice enough to speak for her. He chuckles and squeezes her shoulder once more before pulling away and Y/N can only sigh quietly at the lack of contact and warmth. It’s moments like these where she wishes she’s back at home, cuddles next to Harry as they do whatever. The music’s getting too loud, she’s getting warmer and her drink doesn’t taste good, that can only mean she’s getting overwhelmed.

They stay alongside each other at the party, her wrapped in his arms as time goes on. She wishes he would say they can leave, but she’s unsure how long they’ve been here and she won’t be the reason Harry leaves a party early. Harry mutters in her ear something about getting another drink and she’s sure he asked if she wanted something different. She nods her head softly and turns her head, her eyes staring into his pretty emerald eyes and she smiles at him before asking if there’s something there that doesn’t taste so bitter and he can only laugh at her. She swears his eyes look so pretty in this light, pupils slightly dilated and the green of his eyes shine in the lighting above the two of them. They stare at each other for what seems like ages, not that Y/N’s complaining any, before Harry pulls back and tells her that he’ll be right back with the drinks and she nods in response. She watches him as he makes his way through the crowd, more than likely saying excuse me and apologizing if he even brushes past someone on his journey because he’s just that polite.

— — —

Y/N hates parties. She’s mentioned this to Harry several times and he’s so persistent on changing her mind, only to be left disappointed by her response the next day or through a text. They always smell bad, it’s hot, there’s no personal space and she just absolutely despises watching Harry get hit on by every girl in the vicinity. She gets it, he’s good looking, funny and an absolute gentleman which is not something she can say applies to any other boy on campus. Harry’s a rare gem and she wishes she could keep him for herself, but alas they’re just friends. That’s all they’ll ever be.

She hates when they go to parties and he leaves her, usually letting her know but sometimes he’s dragged away and never comes back until he’s drunk. Another reason she hates parties is how he acts when he’s drunk. She turns into a babysitter, making sure he’s careful not to throw up on himself, bump into some guy who had too much to drink and wants a fight, and has to drive them home when she doesn’t even like driving. Not to mention, she hates how affectionate he becomes. He’s always cuddling up to her, holding her hand and calling her all sorts of sweet pet names.

She thinks that’s the worst part, because not only does it fill her heart and make it swell, but it also causes her to be the target of all of the nasty glares from the girls at the party. That’s exactly what’s happening right now, he’s managed to bring her to yet another party even though she all but begged and pleaded not to come along. It was bigger, louder, and plain annoying. She just wanted to stay in bed, cozied up underneath her softest blanket with a book and her favorite songs. Harry insisted yet again that she’ll have fun, and it shouldn’t be too big. Insisted that they wouldn’t be there very long, and that was two hours ago. Y/N’s head hurts, her back and feet hurt as well and she doesn’t know any of the songs playing through the speaker. She’s just having a miserable time meanwhile Harry’s having the time of his life, she’s lost count of how many drinks he’s already had including the one currently in his hand. She knows it’s enough to get him to loosen up, to not care about the way he’s pressed against her, one tattooed arm wrapped around her waist and his breath fanning the side of her neck as he sings along to whatever song is blasting through.

They rock gently together as if it’s not an upbeat pop song, lost in his own drunken world and she just wants to go home.

“Honey, you’re just the sweetest thing. Y’know that?” His voice all but oozed into her bloodstream, warming her skin and making her fight back a smile.

“And you’re drunk, I think we should go home Harry.”’She says, hoping he listens and tells her to take them home. Instead he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck and squeezes her.

“Don’t wanna leave yet, m’having fun with you.” She can’t help the smile that tugs on her lips at his words.

“I know but we could have so much more fun at home in our pj’s. Doesn’t that sound nice, Harry?” He only hums and squeezes her tighter.

“M’having fun with you baby. S’nice seeing you all pretty. Look so pretty every day.” She can’t help the heat that rushes to her cheeks at his words, the main reason she doesn’t like attending parties with him.

He’s so cuddly and loving, the line they’ve made blurs whenever he’s drunk and makes it hard to differentiate between just friendship or something more. She knows he doesn’t mean any of it though, at least not in the way she hopes he means it. She can feel the nasty glares from all of the other girls, knowing they’re wishing to be her in shoes. Who wouldn’t want to be wrapped in Harry’s arms with him whispering in your ear and a goofy looking smile on his lips?

“Thank you, Harry. We can still have fun at home, I won’t change so I can still be all pretty for you and it’ll just be the two of us. I’m sorry, I wanna go home, Har. It’s getting to be too much.” She says just loud enough for him to hear, her eyes scanning the crowd. He sighs before kissing her neck ever so gently, a kiss so feathery soft that if she weren’t so sober she wouldn’t even feel it.

“Fine, let’s go home then baby. Don’t want my girl to be overwhelmed.” He says before unwrapping her from his embrace only to intertwine their hands together as he leads her to the exit. She’s grateful that he’s taking charge, her brain repeating the same three words over and over again.

My girl, my girl, MY girl, my GIRL, MY GIRL.

Those two words do something to her brain, sending her spiraling into the delusion she only entertains late at night when she’s alone in her bed. The fantasy that they’ve been together for a couple months, every drunken interaction always ends with a kiss and then cuddling in the bed. She follows him outside and to their, his car and he opens the door to the drivers side for her and walks around to the passenger side. She stands by the door, making sure he can get in the car without hurting himself and he huffs, reminding her of when they were kids.

“I can get in the car by myself, love. No need to fret over me.” His accent is deeper because of the alcohol and Y/N can only sigh and roll her eyes affectionately.

“I know H, just don’t want you to hurt yourself is all.” She says softly as she pulls the seatbelt around him.

“Always so sweet for me, baby. Thank you.” He smiles at her, a dopey expression on his face and she can only smile at him in return. She closes the door gently and walks to the other side, getting into the car and starting it, immediately turning on the radio in hopes it’ll distract him from seeing the tears roll down her face.

— — —

If there’s one thing Y/N hates is going on dates. Especially if they’re dates she doesn’t necessarily want to be on, just like the one she’s on now. Harry had insisted that he takes up the majority of the time (he does) and that she needs to go out more, (she doesn’t want to) so she reluctantly agreed to go on this stupid date. She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early just in case and to prepare herself, waited for ten extra minutes for him to decide to show up smelling strongly of some cheap cologne and cigarettes. Once they were seated, things stayed somewhat relaxed as they made small talk and got to know each other; he had made some remarks she didn’t necessarily agree with but she stayed quiet.

When it came time to order, there was a certain look on his eyes when she ordered. One that felt almost as if he was… judging her? He stayed quiet otherwise though, didn’t let his disgust be known verbally and she’s thankful for that. She’s sure they’ve been at the restaurant for about thirty minutes, give or take, but this is the longest she’s been out with a guy who isn’t Harry. That has to mean something, right? Sure the conversation could be better, maybe he could talk more and maybe seem a little more interested in what she has to say, but she can’t complain too much.

She can’t help but to wonder what Harry is doing right now, probably either sleep or playing on his game system. He might be on a date as well which could explain why he was soo insistent on getting her to go on this date, but she refuses to think that’s why. She’s bored and she misses him. She always misses him though, she’s gotten so used to basically being attached at the hip with him that it feels like years whenever they’re apart (even if it’s only a couple of hours, she’s just dramatic as Harry would say.)

“So are you and Harry together, or…” The guy asks and Y/N shakes her head quickly.

“Oh.. uh no! We’re not together.” He squints his eyes at her like he doesn’t believe her, and honestly she doesn’t blame him.

“So are you guys just screwing around?” Y/N laughs, a sound in between a snort and a scoff bubbles from her lips and her date only to stare at her in confusion.

She’s heard plenty of rumors regarding her and Harry’s friendship, that they’re dating or maybe siblings, one even said she’s secretly someone famous and he’s just her bodyguard. She laughed at that one and when she told Harry he simply smiled at her and said it’s only true; she’s his princess and he vowed to protect her from any and all harm and she smacked his shoulder with a dopey smile on her lips. But to hear that people think that they’re just sleeping around with each other is new, well at least to hear it. She won’t deny the fact that sometimes late at night she’ll daydream scenarios where the two are happily together doing all the couple-y stuff but sometimes those daydreams tend to wander and turn into something filthy.

Dreams of him whispering in her ear, praising her as he rocks against her. Dreams of him maybe catching her reading her smut books and recreating them together, trying new things and exploring each other’s bodies.. She shakes her head, thankful that she can play it off as her denying the rumor.

“No, no! We’re just friends, best friends actually.” She says and laughs gently, hoping her voice doesn’t crack. He stares at her a little while longer before his gaze begins lower and he clears his throat, she knows where this is going. This happens all the time on her dates.

“Well I mean, I wouldn’t blame him if he did.” He smirks afterwards and Y/N has to hold herself back from screwing her face up in disgust.

This is usually the part where she’ll excuse herself or the date begins to head downwards, leaving her with disappointment and the small hole in her chest she’s holding out for the small chance of Harry returning her feelings begins to ache. She clears her throat in response and begins to fidget in her seat.

“Uh, yeah sure. Anyways, are you enjoying your food?” She asks in hope that it’ll detour the conversation back into safer topics.

“I mean.. it’s alright. You look gorgeous, that dress really fits you. Are you enjoying your food?” He asks as he brings his fork to his mouth and the girl has to refrain from frowning at her date.

It’s safe to say that she misses her best friend, misses being cuddled up next to him and the two of them talking about anything and everything. She misses how comfortable they are, she misses his voice, his hugs.

“Yeah, I’m enjoying it so far.” She says, her voice sounding disappointed that once more her date is turning into all of her previous ones.

“I was wondering if maybe I could stay over a little after this is done. I’d love to get to know you more.” She sighs softly before answering him.

“No, I’m sorry. If you excuse me, I'm just gonna go ahead and go. It was nice meeting you, and this should be enough to cover my half.” She says as she puts a couple bills on the table in front of him, she’s sure that it’s more than enough to pay for her meal and she should stick around to get her change; she just wants to leave though, to get away from him and back to her comfort. She immediately heads to the door, her eyes beginning to well up with tears as she walks to her car. The disappointment stinging her heart yet again at the ending of another unsuccessful date.

— — —

Y/N’s managed to find herself at another party but this time Harry’s not glued to her side, he’s gotten dragged off by one of his friends. She’s not sure where he went or how long he’s been gone but she is having a much better time than she usually is. She thinks drinking a little bit before she goes helps, being in the comforting embrace of just her and Harry as they take a couple of shots helps her loosen up.

So she stands in the kitchen, her eyes roaming over the crowd as she attempts to find Harry and her body swaying the music. She nurses a red solo cup filled with some alcohol that tastes better than whatever she had the last time, it doesn’t burn her throat whenever she takes a sip of it and it flows down quite nicely if you ask her. Her body feels loose and overall she feels happy, she doesn’t find herself worrying about anything or overthinking.

A few people bump into her while she stands but she doesn’t mind that much, simply apologizing to them as she steps out of the way. The music is something pleasant and she thinks she maybe knows this song as it plays through the speakers, she finds herself mouthing along to the words as she makes her way through the crowd. She’s sure Harry couldn’t have gotten too far, she just wants to tell him about whatever drink she has and tell him how much she likes it. She just wants to see him. She stumbles as she walks hinting at the fact that she might have had a little too much to drink, bumping into a few people as she passes through. It’s nice to not have to be the one that’s sober like she usually is, although she hopes Harry kept his promise and stayed sober in his role as the designated driver. It’s nice to be able to let loose and honestly, she understands a little why Harry likes to go to these things.

As she passes through the crowd with a content smile on her face, she makes sure to ask a few people if they’ve seen her best friend. Some tell her the last place they’ve seen him while others haven’t seen him, she thanks them all the same with a smile on her face. She continues passing through the crowd until she finds a little glimpse of an opening in the crowd, the people slowly beginning to thin out and the music grows softer. When she makes it all the way through she sees Harry leaning against a wall, one hand nervously fidgeting with his hair and the other wrapped around his phone tightly.

He bites at his bottom lip nervously and she just wants to coo at him, kiss him and hug him forever.

“What’s a matter?” She asks as she steps closer to the boy, and his face immediately lights up and all of the tension seems to melt away.

“Couldn’t find you, honey. I went to the kitchen and you weren’t there, I tried to call you and you didn’t answer. I thought you… I was scared.” He says as he wraps her tight in his arms. She doesn’t try to say anything, she knows how he gets whenever he’s nervous and assuming the worst happened, allows him to take in the moment and to calm him down. They rock gently, his face pressed into her hair as he breathes her scent in.

He pulls away a couple minutes later and they stare at each other, his brow furrowed and lips slicked with spit, jade irises shining under the lights and filled with relief and care. Y/N doesn’t know what came over her, what led her to do what she’s about to do but her in the future better be prepared and absolutely angry at herself for drinking so much. She slowly begins to lean forward, tilt her head and pucker her lips subtly. Of course, Harry doesn’t think much of it or doesn’t care when their lips meet.

Slow and tender, she doesn’t bother to move her lips. She’s content with a peck, doesn't need to be greedy. He just looked so pretty that she couldn’t help herself. Harry’s arms are tight around her, keeping her close to him as if she planned on walking away again. She pulls away with a soft click and she licks her own lips, a goofy smile on her face as she stares at him.

“‘M so lucky.” She says, her words kinda slowed and all Harry can do is stare in shock at the girl.

He’s unsure what to do now although he knows the responsible thing to do is to take her home, get her changed and tucked into bed where there definitely won’t be anymore kisses and she’ll be safe and sound. He just stares at her, her eyes unfocused and her eyelashes wet as she stares back. The music blares but to them it’s simply background music, the two of them seemingly secluded away in their own personal bubble. It’s usually how it always is though, wherever they go but it always happens at these parties Harry drags her to, they’ll isolate themselves somewhere in a corner and just chat away until Harry decides to mingle with the other party goers. Harry thinks she’s pretty like this, well he usually always thinks she’s pretty. He likes to see her dress up though, which is why he invites her to so many of these parties, likes knowing all of the girls there envy Y/N because she’s his best friend.

A couple minutes go by, hours maybe but Harry doubts it, and Harry decides to take a couple steps back and rubs his hands down her arms to interlace their fingers together.

“Hey, love bug. You ready to go home?” He asks gently, wary of the fact that she could be more emotional and isn’t thinking straight in the first place for her to kiss him. The girl simply nods her head and allows the boy to lead her through the party crowd and outside, while Harry makes sure she doesn’t bump into any cars on the way to his own car. The breeze is soft and warm, gently caressing their cheeks as it passes through. The sun is filtering through the clouds, landing on Y/N’s face as they walk.

It doesn’t take very long to reach his car because he almost always parks as close to the entrance to make it easier for the other to escort them to the car when they’re drunk. It usually always ends up being Harry, so it feels weird in a way to have the roles reversed, to have him being the one taking care of her. He unlocks the car when they get close enough, his arm wrapped securely around the drunken girl just in case she stumbles. He listens as she rambles about something he can’t make out, her words slurring together due to excitement and her being drunk. A quality of hers that he’s always found endearing, so he lets her ramble of course, humming along to show he’s listening and only occasionally adding his own input when asked and he’s able to make out what she’s doing.

He opens the door for her, getting her all settled in and closing the door behind him, walking around to the driver’s side and starting the car. Once he starts driving, the radio stays off and the windows down to let in the breeze, Harry tries his best to ignore the feeling of her eyes on him.

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Two weeks have passed since the drunken kiss incident and neither of them have really said much about it. Harry brought it up to her a couple days later and she only laughed and said it’s okay, everyone does stupid stuff when they’re drunk. Nothing has changed between the two necessarily, maybe Harry’s been going out of his way to walk her to her class and yeah maybe they have to be touching in any way. Whether it be holding hands like how they used to do, kisses on the forehead and cheeks, or their arms slung across the other waist or shoulders.

So he assumes that there’s nothing else to make of it, it’s not a big deal and honestly if it hasn’t affected their friendship, then he doesn’t mind ignoring it. He has noticed that she’s been the one to initiate the physical touch now, more open about it whereas before she shied away from it in hopes to not upset any of the girls in school. She doesn’t swat at his chest whenever he calls her the exaggerated pet names he used purposely to annoy her, she even said a few of them back. Sure, sometimes he’ll catch her looking at him with eyes all gooey late at night but that must be because she hasn’t had enough sleep.

They’re still the same two best friends like before, just a smidge different but it’s not a bad difference. Y/N thinks she could be okay with the way they are now, living in her own little imagination where they’re more than friends.

Which is why Y/N’s confused whenever Harry knocks on her door early in the morning. Ten in the morning isn’t super early but it’s definitely earlier than she’d like to be awake on a day where she has absolutely nothing else to do. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes as she gets out of bed and throws on some clothes as she makes her way to the door of her dorm. When she opens it, she sees Harry and a beautiful brunette by his side. She looks familiar to the girl, maybe they’ve shared a class before but all in all Y/N’s confused. Harry usually doesn’t stop by without letting her know (not that it mattered, he was over all the time it seemed) and definitely never brought another girl by.

“Harry? What’s going on?” Y/N asks, a yawn escaping her mouth afterwards and the other girl just smiles at Harry.

“Y/N, this is my girlfriend Liv. Liv, this is my best friend Y/N.” Harry says as he points at the girls, introducing them.

Y/N knows the respectful and proper thing to do is to greet her and welcome them into her to get to know one another, but she can’t wrap her brain around it all. She stares at them, more at the girl than Harry. She can’t bring herself to look at him without wanting to cry, she watches as Liv leans forward to give her a hug and tells her how it’s so great to finally meet her and then Y/N’s slamming the door in their face. She stares at the now closed door and hurries to lock it, she’s sure Harry will just open the door even though deep down she knows he won’t do that unless told otherwise that he can.

Usually, he talks to her about the girls he’s interested in, asks her if it’s okay to bring them over and gives her plenty of time to have her - unknown to him - breakdowns and prepare herself for this moment. She’s not sure when this happened or why he didn’t talk to her about it first, the only thing she’s sure of is the absolute heartache she feels right now. The painful jab in her heart with every beat, the feeling of her stomach falling. The pain that’s beginning to bloom in her head and the feeling of her knees hitting the floor, hard enough to leave a bruise but she can’t bring herself to care about that at the moment.

The immediate sting in her eyes as tears well up and fall from her eyes, the betrayal, the jealousy tearing its way up. The heartache overall is one she’s felt in smaller amounts as she listens to Harry talk about whichever girl he’s interested in asking out, but this.. this is something completely different. It’s intense, it burns and she can’t breathe. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, beating faster than normal.

She lets out loud sobs, cries she should be embarrassed of but at this moment she can’t bring herself to care. She’s grateful her roommates aren’t here, they kept telling her it’s not worth it to stay best friends with Harry due to how much she liked him. She constantly argued that she knew what she was doing, she could handle her own if something like this happened. She should’ve listened to them, would she have stopped being friends with Harry? She doesn’t think so, might’ve been distant to allow her feelings to dwindle back down.

She’s not sure how long she stayed on the floor as tears streamed down her face when her phone rings. She grabs it and stares at the screen, Harry’s name flashing across the screen and she just sighs as she turns the ringer off and sets the phone on the couch. She can’t talk to him right now. She stares at the floor, memories of their friendship flicking in and out, the memory of their kiss haunts her, she feels stupid. She hoped they were moving towards a relationship, how silly of her to think they could ever be more than just friends.

After a couple hours, she manages to pull herself from the floor and begins to make her way to her bed. Her safe haven, she can wrap herself in her softest blanket and read her silly little romance books or watch her favorite movie, where she can wallow in her own self pity. There’s a knock on the door, whoever’s on the other side knocks one, two, three times before it goes silent. She hopes they’ll go away, her roommates have a key so it can’t be someone she has to open the door for.

“Y/N. It’s me, Harry. I don’t know what I did that upset you so much, she’s gone. It’s just me. Please open the door, let’s talk about this.” He says, somewhat muffled but she can still hear how his voice is watery and shaky, can hear the pain in his voice and she just sniffles as she walks towards the door.

“There’s… nothing to talk about. Go home.” Her voice is just a reflection on how she feels right now, she’s sure he can hear it from the other side.

“Yes there is, Y/N. You slammed the door, the look on your face… I don’t know what all that was about but you looked so hurt. I want to know what happened.” He says and she just frowns.

He’s never paid attention to how her face looked before so why does it matter, she opens the door and stares at him. Fresh tears welling up in the girls’ eyes and she swears she can feel her heart breaking even more. He looks just about how she thinks she looks. His eyes full of tears and eyelashes all clumped together, red cheeks stained with tears and his skin flushed. His lips are wet and he can’t stop pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You happened, Harry. I tried, God I tried so hard to get over it. But I can’t. I’m so in love with you it hurts. It hurts to hear you talk about the girls you like knowing it’s not me, hurts hearing all the girls gossip about you and the things you do for them. It hurts when you’re drunk and treating me like I’m yours, calling me all these sweet fucking pet names and holding me close to you. It hurts that we act like we’re together and we just aren’t, we’ll never be. I love you so much that I’m just hurting myself in the process. I’m so scared to lose you that I tell myself that just being your friend is okay. I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you” A sob interrupts her, a wet choking sound and she sighs.

“I can’t just keep hoping and praying that something will happen and we’ll finally be together, it hurts too much. I’m so lucky to have you in my life and be your friend, but I don’t know if I can handle just being your friend. I can’t handle hoping that I’ll get my chance. I’m tired of waiting for something that’ll never happen. I’m not cutting you out because I don’t want to lose you, I just need some time alone. I need to get over you and learn how to be okay with just being your friend and nothing more.” She says through her tears and immediately she’s wrapped in a strong hug, his scent filling her nose and she cries even harder.

“I’m sorry I’ve been hurting you and didn’t see it. Take as much time as you need honey, I’ll be waiting for you always.”

“Okay, thank you.” She says as she pulls away and he nods, a sad smile on his face that she wishes wasn’t because of her.

“I love you.” He says before she shuts the door once more, the wall of their friendship being built slowly.

‘I love you’ she thinks is just the worst thing she’s ever heard, just a painful reminder that the love they share has never been on the same page, just another shatter of her already broken heart.

You can’t have love without the pain, and she’s the definition of just how much love can truly hurt you.

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theautisticwriter · 2 months

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Love Letters: Yandere! Helluva Boss characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli

Show- Helluva Boss

Genre- romantic, yandere

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- swearing, pet names, yandere themes, mentions of planned kidnapping, stalking, delusional characters, unwanted attention

Word count- 1.5K

Extra notes- I have a Hazbin Hotel version of this uploaded as well!

key: f/l = first letter of your name, y/n = your name, n/n = your nickname

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By this point you know who it is y/n, I’m the only person COOL enough to send u romantic as fuck letters like the old people do

Sorry for eating the food u made last night, when i was raiding ur fridge it looked so fucking good (and it was, who knew u could cook :P). i left u a pony as a replacement, u can’t eat it but it’ll make u think of me ;) and that pony cost me a FUCK ton of money, collectors addition and shit. i know, bad fucking ass right??

the stupid shitty loud alarm u installed didn’t work when i came in, ud be much safer with me and loony. that’s the plan anyways babe, u have NO idea the fucking creeps that live down here, they’re all fucking animals and ur…not, a fucking asshole i guess.

i drew you smth (it’s the thing stuck on the back of the envelope with the glitter glu)

^glue

it’s me and u holding hands, like other couples do. we’re better than those corny fuckers tho, hence the crowns on our heads.

ignoring my texts, BLOCKING ME (still upset about this BY THE WAY) and then ignoring my very nice letters is kinda a dick move f/l, but it’s whatevs. everything is almost ready for ur move in. i cleaned up n everything :D

from the only bitch worth ur time,

blitzø

<3 (ignore that, moxxie threw a gun at me and my hand slipped, might fire him)

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Hiya sweet cheeks!!!

It’s Mills here, just checking in! Via letter! Ain’t that just the fanciest little thing? Mox said it’s the best way to show thought and care to someone, so here’s all my thoughts and care, just for you!

How’ve you been? Good I hope, I’ve been just peachy thanks for asking! My Ma and Pa are super excited to meet ya one day, they’ve even started planning the wedding! Now I told them to slow their horses down, and not the overwhelm ya, we’ll get to that don’t you worry darlin.

Im just so excited to write this letter for you! Ain’t it so romantic?? I’m practically squealing in delight at the thought of you opening this and swoonin’, that’s what you’re doing, right?

Now i’m writing this on my break, and my boss really needs me back in the game! I got employ of the month! Most amount of kills, with the best and bloodiest results baby!

Until next time sweetheart,

Your Mills! ♡

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Hi y/n,

It’s Moxxie here, I was a little nervous to send this letter to you, but I always try to follow my heart, and my heart was telling me to communicate with you in the most romantic way I know how due to our current circumstances of being so far away. It’s hard, for the both of us i’m sure, but we’ll be okay y/n.

As much as I don’t get along with my father, he has been helpful with my preparations for your arrival. It’s a big deal, moving in together. I’m sure your anxious, I am too, but in the best way possible. Love is pure, and can make somebody feel whole, it’s a wonderful feeling. I never want that to be taken away from me, and you are the source of all my love. That’s why we need to be together, being only half a demon isn’t good for the soul.

We can do lots of fun things together as well, like go to the opera, or to musicals, or I can show you my shooting skills. My boss says that I have a pretty good shot, which is the biggest compliment he’s ever given me. And we can do things you like too, marriage is equal of course. Obviously, this will all happen later done the line, you’ll need time to adjust, and I understand that. I understand you.

I’m running out of room on my page, but I will write to you again tomorrow. Please respond? Just once, y/n? It’d be nice, to hold something from you since I can’t hold you yet.

All my love,

Your Moxxie <3

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Uh, hi?

Wait, you don’t put ‘uh’ in letters do you? Or put wait whilst you think, fuck shit fuck

Sorry, I’m new to this. Normally I just send a text to people but, your phone is off at the moment I think? Or you lost it? Or you blocked me?

Either way, I’ll send you these stupid letter things until it’s back on. So, uh, what are you up to? Blitz has been up my ass about meeting you, heads up, when I come get you and bring you to our room he’s gonna go all psycho dad mode and integrate you, but he’ll back off after a while. He’s a dick sure, but he does want me to be happy. And your, likeable or whatever, so i’m sure you’ll get along.

Once you get comfortable at home with me, Blitz said you could work with me at I.M.P. You’ll be like the co-secretary or something. You won’t be put in danger, I won’t let that happen, you’ll just get to sit with me. We can watch things together, if you wanted.

I guess i’ll see you soon, how do you end these?

See you,

Love from,

Regards?

Bye y/n,

Loona.

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My dearest y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well. I yearn for your presence here, besides me. It’s quite lonely without you, I will admit my dear. It would be oh so wonderful if you could write back. I understand you may be preoccupied with your current activities, but I can’t help myself from desiring a response. I know, it’s selfish of me to expect you to reply to my letters when you’ll be here with me shortly, but I can’t keep my thoughts at bay at the moment.

Your face is a constant in my mind, night and day, asleep and awake, your voice in my mind calms me when I need it most, your smile brightens the bleariest of moments and so on. You can imagine the difficulties I’m facing with no response from you, but that’s alright. If you can’t write back to me dear, I won’t pressure you. Your time is precious, and we will have all the time in hell quite soon. Isn’t that exciting?

I can give you the life you deserve n/n, any luxuries or mundanities you wish for will be handed to you on a silver platter. Or a golden one, if that’s more to your liking? We can properly discuss the specifics once we are together. How thrilling, the though of you and I together at last.

We truly are written in the stars!

Yours until the end of the sky and then some,

Stolas.

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Hey there baby,

It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry if you feel neglected babe, it’s so hard keeping in contact with you when you’re so far away hun. Wouldn’t it be so much better if you were here with me? Sure I’ve got a lot of meetings, being a sin and all, but I’d be at your beck and call n/n, you could even be my new excuse to leave those awful “business” discussions. They barely talk business with me, it’s just complete bullshit babe.

I know the lust ring can be intimidating, we have quite the reputation, but I assure you, love is not a foreign concept to me. Romance is one of my most favourite things! Though that’s a secret, let’s keep that between us, yeah? That side of me is reserved for you n/n.

It’s so boring over here without you, I feel like i’m just lounging around and last time I checked, I was the lust sin, not the sloth sin. We’d have so much fun together babe! Can’t you picture it? Even if you can’t yet, I can wait. Having you near me will be enough, you are enough just as you are.

Sincerely yours,

Asmodeus (Ozzie) xoxo

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Heya cutie!

Letters are a lot harder to write than I thought they’d be y’know? I’ve rewritten this like 16 times already, sheesh. It just feels so awkward, I can’t see your reaction to my words which means I can’t fix any mistakes I’ve made :(. I’m sure I haven’t made any though! Right? This letters going really well so far and is definitely wooing you, right, y/n?

Hah, I’m asking questions as if you can reply right away. Silly old me, I don’t know what i’m worrying about! We’re meant to be together. I know it’s super sappy, but we’re like soulmates. Soulmates are bound to be together! That’s why I’m bringing you home soon, I can’t wait! I’ve got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many awesome tricks to show you!

And, the best news, I quit my job!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ ༘⋆-ˋˏ This means, we will have a LOT more time with each other, and you don’t have to worry about Mammon being possessive over me, because fuck him! I’m my own clown! Or, well, your clown.

I can’t wait to see you! This is going to be great for us, I pinky promise :P

Love from,

Fizzarolli !!!! ༘⋆!!,-!ˋˏ!!!

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tyonfs · 2 years

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a series of white lies

❝ he calls me ‘dude.’ i can’t date a guy whose term of endearment for me is the same one he uses for johnny suh. ❞

PAIRING ▸ mark lee x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, high school au, best friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, underage drinking, honestly just a lot of fluff, johnny has a twin sister in this, mark drives with one hand on the steering wheel and i thought this deserved a separate warning, me fulfilling my mark lee gamer bf needs, fluffy kiss scenes, and mutual pining (but they think it’s unrequited love) ofc !!

SUMMARY ▸ in which it takes you six years to accept that you’re in love with mark lee. (it takes him one.)

PLAYLIST ▸ crush by lucian, tiffany day • falling for u by mxmtoon, peachy! • rising, rising - bassnectar remix by crywolf, bassnectar

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,514 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i was very much in my mark feels so i wrote this spontaneously !! this actually feels short to me idk why but 10k in 2 days ??? im fucking crazy.......... but im free. hope u guys like it <3

YOU WERE ELEVEN YEARS OLD WHEN YOU FIRST ACKNOWLEDGED MARK LEE’S EXISTENCE.

He was Johnny Suh’s best friend—stuck at the hip since they were preschoolers. You had seen him around the house when you went to play with Johnny’s twin sister, Jia, but you never paid him any attention. At the age of eleven, you and Jia could care less about boys; you just wanted to see who could braid each other’s hair the fastest and see if you could fit into her mom’s evening gowns without her noticing. (Spoiler: you couldn’t.)

Since you lived down the street, all you had to do was walk a few minutes to get to Jia’s house. Mark, on the other hand, always rode his bike. Your mother didn’t allow you to go over on weekdays, so you practically lived at Jia’s house on the weekends. Now, though, it was summer vacation, so you could do whatever you liked. Like it was any other Saturday morning, you walked over to Jia’s in the summer heat.

Today, however, no one answered the door.

You stood on their porch, feeling a little lost. You weren’t too early, were you? Someone always opened the door around this time, but you couldn’t even tell if the lights were on inside.

While you were worrying at your bottom lip, wondering if you should just go back home, Mark rode onto the driveway in his green bicycle. You immediately recognized him as Johnny’s friend, but you felt a little awkward because you had barely interacted with him before. The only time you had a proper conversation with Mark was when Johnny brought you all otter pops and you were overly-enthusiastic about explaining the best way to eat the icy treat.

“I don’t think they’re home,” Mark spoke up after you both stood at the door for a while like lost puppies. “Shoot! I remember; they were going to the zoo today.”

You recalled Jia saying something about that a few days ago. That probably explained the reason why there was no car in the driveway.

“What do we do now?” you asked, feeling a bit defeated.

You didn’t want to go home. You knew that you would just be bored and find yourself rewatching a show that you didn’t even like. Plus, there was something about walking back home shortly after you declared you were going to Jia’s house that felt shameful.

“Uh,” Mark started, rubbing the back of his neck. He uselessly supplied, “I don’t know. We just go home, I guess.”

“I don’t wanna go home.”

“What’re you gonna do then?” he asked, scrunching up his nose at how stubborn you sounded. “Can’t you just hang out with another friend?”

“I don’t know where they live.”

Silence.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say, but maybe part of you was waiting for him to offer his company. You didn’t know Mark Lee aside from being Johnny’s friend, but you did know a little bit about what they said about him at school. All the sixth grade girls had a crush on him, which was understandable considering Mark was very “first crush” material. Jia told you it was something about how considerate and nice he was to everyone—a trait that most sixth grade boys didn’t seem to have, apparently.

“Do you want a ride home then?” He gestured to his bike. “You’ll have to sit on the back, though.”

“Okay.”

You trusted Mark’s cycling abilities, but you didn’t trust your balance. You were rather scared of bicycles because you didn’t know how to ride one yourself. Naturally, Mark was surprised when you sat on the rack and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “I’m a little scared. Jia tried to teach me how to ride a bike before, but I kept falling.”

Mark laughed in response, and you were taken aback. Was he laughing at your vulnerability? You were starting to get the feeling that all boys were the same. Even though everyone talked big about Mark being the sweetest thing ever, he was probably just a carbon copy of Johnny Suh. (You still held a grudge from when Johnny stole your pudding last year.)

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “I’ll go slowly so you don’t fall.”

“Thanks.”

He was being especially careful, and you were thankful for that. Mostly, you were scared that you were going to tip over the bicycle somehow and let the both of you fall. Your mother would definitely get mad at you if she found out that you injured Mark.

It just so happened that your parents were friends with Jia’s family and Mark’s family. Although you never really spoke to Mark much, your mothers called each other nearly every day. If your mother discovered that Mark gave you a ride home and you repaid him by crashing his bike, she would probably invite him inside for dinner.

You didn’t even want to imagine dinner with your parents and Mark Lee. That would’ve probably been the most awkward situation to be thrown into.

So, you steeled your core and dared not to sway from side-to-side. You were going to make it home in one piece without sabotaging Mark’s bike.

Your strategy seemed to work well because you both got to your house safely. You felt invincible just knowing that you were unscathed and you didn’t have to wear a helmet. When you got off the bike, Mark was already turning to leave. Then, he looked back over his shoulder at you and smiled shyly.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, knowing you both would try your luck going to Johnny and Jia’s place again the next day.

You waved to him. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem.” He pressed his foot down on the pedal. “That’s what friends are for.”

With that, Mark cycled off, leaving you staring blankly into the distance. You were just replaying what he said, trying to make sense of it.

You guys were friends?

At the age of twelve, you grew a little closer to Mark.

Not close to the point of hanging out regularly, but Mark became your ride to Johnny and Jia’s occasionally. He would often offer you a ride if he stumbled upon you walking to their house. You graciously took his offer each time (partly because you hated being the last one there).

Being a middle schooler was weird, though. You didn’t really want to tell anyone about your random companionship with Mark. You were sure the girls would tease you about it incessantly, but it really wasn’t like that. It was safer if you just pretended like you had no relation to him.

“What color should I paint my nails?” Jia asked from where she was sitting on the floor, inspecting her long nails that she had just smeared with nail polish remover.

Ah, right. She was getting to that age, too, where she cared a lot about fashion and makeup.

A lot of the girls in your class were like that now. You weren’t going to lie and say you weren’t, but it was more of an interest reserved for your Pinterest boards. It wasn’t exactly like you owned any high fashion pieces that you could wear to middle school without getting dress-coded.

“Red,” you decided. “Christmas is coming up, so maybe you should do something that fits the holiday vibe.”

Jia gasped, like she had completely forgotten it was December. “You’re right! God, what would I ever do without you?” She shook her head as she fished for her red nail polish. “By the way, do you think Kim Doyoung from our math class likes you or something? I keep catching him staring at you.”

“What? No way.” Your cheeks heated up, but the thought of someone being romantically interested in you made you feel a little sick. You weren’t sure what to do with that information. “He’s probably just slacking off.”

“Let’s ask Johnny.”

“Huh? No!” you protested, but Jia was already getting up to pull her twin brother from his room.

He looked irritated with his sister as he begrudgingly followed Jia back to her room. Mark was right behind Johnny, as usual, looking awfully curious about whatever was going on. His lips curled into a lopsided smile as he watched Johnny and Jia bicker back and forth.

“You interrupted our game!” Johnny complained.

“I don’t see Mark complaining,” Jia fired back. “Come on, we just had a question for you. You’re friends with Kim Doyoung, right?”

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“Jia, shut up.” You covered your face with your hands and let out a whine. Your best friend just laughed at your misery.

“Oh?” Johnny smirked. “Does someone have a crush on—”

“No!” you exclaimed, horror all over your face at the mere suggestion. The three of them just laughed at you even more, but you had no idea what was so funny about such a horrifying situation. “I do not have a crush on Doyoung.”

“But we think he has a crush on her,” Jia clarified. “Do you know if he does?”

Johnny shrugged. “We don’t really talk about that kind of stuff.”

“What the hell?”

“Whoa.” Johnny’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Mom! Jia just swo—”

Jia slapped her hand over Johnny’s mouth to shut him up. The fear that flashed in her eyes was unmistakable, and you giggled a little upon seeing how desperate she was to not be told on. Jia had developed a bit of a cursing habit recently. You were surprised every time she did so, but she insisted that saying hell wasn’t as bad as saying fuck.

“Give it a rest!” Jia exclaimed. “I’ve heard you cuss, too, so I’ll just tell Mom the same thing.”

“Fine, fine,” Johnny caved, “but I really don’t know anything about Doyoung liking Y/N, so can Mark and I go back to playing Minecraft?”

Jia was persistent, though. You had to give her some credit for being so proactive about what she wanted to uncover about their friend.

“Mark,” she said, turning to the smaller boy, “do you know anything about who Doyoung likes?”

“Um… not really,” he answered. “We just talk about video games.”

“Ugh!” Frustrated, Jia walked back over to her nail polish station on the floor and plopped back down. “Boys are so boring!”

“We’re going back,” Johnny said. “Come on, Mark.”

You swore that Mark Lee met your eyes for the most peculiar second before he left. You weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you, but if you had been brave enough to admit it to yourself, you would’ve noticed the tips of his ears turning red.

On your thirteenth birthday, Mark’s present for you made you wonder if he knew you better than even your closest friends.

Your parents threw you quite a large birthday, which was nice, in retrospect. It was something you could look back on when you were an adult, and you could feel happy that your parents put so much effort into making your day feel special.

However, right now, you felt absolutely crappy because Jia couldn’t show up.

Johnny was sent in her place, instead. Your face was void of amusement as her twin brother performed his own glamorous rendition of “Happy Birthday” in Jia’s place. Apparently, she had specifically requested him to sing for you in front of all the parents. Although it was supposed to be humiliating for him, you were feeling the embarrassment instead.

So, halfway into your own birthday party, you retreated to your room. Everyone was busy socializing, so you had some time to wallow in self-pity before you had to go back out to cut your cake.

While you were sulking on your bed, a knock came at your door. You assumed it was one of your parents trying to talk you into coming back out, so you offered a soft “come in.”

It was not your parents. It was Mark.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “It’s your birthday party. Shouldn’t you be celebrating with everyone?”

You hugged your knees to your chest and shook your head. “It doesn’t feel the same without Jia.”

Mark laughed a little. “You’re so stubborn when it comes to her. You were like this when she went to the zoo, too.”

Your cheeks heated up a little from embarrassment. You couldn’t believe Mark remembered that from two years ago. It wasn’t exactly the impression you wanted to leave on him, but only your childish qualities seemed to come out when he was around.

“Why are you here?” you asked him this time.

He paused for a moment, as if he himself forgot why he knocked on your door. Then, Mark’s eyes lit up and he held out a poorly-wrapped present that he had been hiding behind his back. You stifled your smile at the sight of the messy tape job and lopsided ribbon.

He grinned. “I got you a present!”

“Can I open it?”

“If you want—yeah.”

You unwrapped the gift wrap carefully, even though there was no salvaging its remains, and Mark watched you intently. You sat criss-cross on your bed and removed the wrapping until you were holding a photo album in your hands. A picture of you and Jia from when you were nine years old was on the cover, the both of you smiling with missing teeth and popsicle-stained lips.

Your lips parted in surprise as you flipped through the album, biting back a smile as you looked through all the pictures of you and Jia. There were some of Johnny and Mark with you guys sprinkled in there, too.

“Did you make this yourself?” you asked, surprised.

Mark nodded shyly. “I asked our parents for pictures and printed them out,” he said. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “I hope you like—”

“I love it,” you cut him off, still staring at the album. A bright smile crossed your face, and you leaned over to press a chaste kiss to Mark’s cheek. “Thank you, Mark.”

On your thirteenth birthday, you made Mark Lee the color of a tomato.

You were fourteen years old when you had your first kiss with Mark Lee.

The progression in your relationship with Mark was a bit of a jump from last year, you realized. You weren’t sure if it was because his family was being invited over more or if it was just convenient having so many classes with him, but he ended up hanging out with you in your room multiple days a week. You weren’t sure what to think of it at first, but soon it had become natural, like how it was for you to go over to Jia’s place.

He would often find himself laying on your bed, playing a random game on his phone that he would lose interest in after a few weeks. Two weeks ago, it was Cookie Run, and Mark was determined to get you hooked onto the game for a while. He convinced you to start an account with him, and neither Jia or Johnny could understand when the both of you started discussing the lore of the Cookie Kingdom.

“It’s GingerBrave,” Mark muttered when Johnny’s mother set a plate of cookies for the four to share.

“A lot of GingerBraves,” you replied with a frown. You took a bite of the cookie and sniffled. “He tastes so good.”

Jia stared at the two of you in disbelief. “You guys are such weirdos.”

If you thought middle school was weird, entering high school was even more strange. Everyone’s hormones were on the rise, and you saw couples getting together all around you. Slowly, you noticed conversations with your friend groups go from what anime you were currently watching to what boy you were currently crushing on.

Apparently, Rin Okumura wasn’t an acceptable answer anymore.

It was about halfway through your first year of high school when you felt like you had fallen so far behind. As your friends started actively pursuing the guys they liked, you were just waiting around for something to happen. There was no one that made your heart burst into a thousand pieces, which Jia claimed was the way she felt around Lee Jeno from her biology class. You realized you were absolutely inexperienced when Hwang Yeji announced her new boyfriend to the group.

“So, yeah,” she answered Jimin, who was pestering her for information, “he just asked me out last night, so I guess we’re dating now.”

You blinked. Was it really that easy? All you had to do was just ask someone and see if you could hit it off?

“Have you guys done anything yet?” Jia asked.

“It’s barely been a day!” Yeji exclaimed, but she burst into giggles when she seemed to recall a detail. “But… he did ask me out on a date this weekend, so we might kiss.”

Your table exploded at this. All the girls were giggling and teasing Yeji. Maybe your expectations were set far too high by shoujo anime, but you couldn’t understand how Yeji could fall for someone only a month after her last boyfriend. Your inexperience in the dating realm made you wonder if it was just a concept you’d only be able to grasp once you had experienced it.

“Y/N,” Kim Minjeong drawled, poking your shoulder. “How about you? Any cute guy you’ve had your eyes on?”

“Watch her have the hots for Jia’s brother,” Yoo Jimin teased, causing Jia to choke on her food.

“Ew!” you exclaimed. “Don’t even joke about that, Jimin!”

You shuddered at the thought of dating your best friend’s twin brother. In all fourteen years of your life, you had never indulged that idea—not even once. Not only was Johnny Suh off limits, but you just couldn’t see him as anything other than a (slightly annoying) big brother.

“Wait, then…” Jia started, pausing to clear her throat and point her fork in your direction, “how about Mark?”

“Mark Lee?” Kim Yerim chimed in. “He’s really cute.”

You seized up at the mention of his name. It wasn’t like you disliked Mark (in fact, you liked him a lot more than you did a few years ago), but you were suddenly embarrassed to be mentioned with him in this context. You suspected Jia felt weird about you two being “shipped” by your friends, too. You often felt like she had some expectation that your relationship with both Mark and Johnny was supposed to be platonic forever. Blurring the lines between your friendship meant sabotaging the group dynamic, and that was unacceptable.

You decided to laugh it off. “I can’t see Mark in a romantic way at all. He calls me ‘dude.’ I can’t date a guy whose term of endearment for me is the same one he uses for Johnny Suh.”

Jimin hummed in response. “Fair enough, but I’m still betting you guys are gonna kiss at some point.”

“Jimin!” you whined.

“I totally get that vibe, too.” Yeji had a lazy smirk on her face as she pressed you. “He’s definitely gonna be your first kiss, Y/N.” When she caught onto your exasperation, she added, “Come on! He’s not even that bad!”

You pointed out Jia’s grossed-out expression. “Look—even Jia thinks you’re full of shit.”

“Don’t mind me.” Jia tried to wave it off. “I’ve just known you two for too long, so it feels weird thinking about you guys being mushy with each other.”

“Yeah, see? Not gonna happen.”

“What I’m surprised about is that Y/N hasn’t had her first kiss yet,” Minjeong said.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line. Your first plan was to ignore the observation and continue forking salad into your mouth, but everyone’s attention was now on your innocent self. You were just waiting for someone to make a comment about your “virgin lips.”

“She’s pure,” Jia defended. “No one is allowed to go near Y/N’s virgin lips.”

There we go.

(“Except Mark!” Jimin teased.)

For some reason, it felt strange to be labeled that way in your friend group. It made you feel like you were ten steps behind everyone else—not that it was a competition to check off your experiences or anything, but you just wanted to have your own stories to share sometimes.

Your ringer went off right at that moment, and you nearly jumped when you saw that it was a text from Mark himself. It was like he had some sixth sense that detected people talking behind his back.

mark: hey:) can i come over today lol

you: sure you: actually can i ask u a favor

mark: shoot

you: i’ll tell you when u come over

mark: aw whaaat mark: you can’t leave me hanging like that!

you: sorryy gotta keep u on ur toes for a bit

mark: btw the new boss baby movie’s out mark: wanna watch it with me?

you: bruhh boss baby? LOL

mark: consider for a moment the human baby mark: helpless mark: irrational mark: ruthlessly monopolizing the mother’s teat mark: now mark: imagine this same baby a titan of capitalist industry mark: a baby, yes mark: but also… a boss

you: ?? damn you: im sold!!! you: ur such a weirdo sometimes

mark: but you laughed! didnt you

you: maaaaybe :))

“Earth to Y/N,” Jia called, snapping her fingers in front of your face to get your attention. You snapped out of your trance and stared at her, confused. “The bell rang, so let’s get going.” You nodded and started gathering your belongings to walk with Jia. Before you both left the cafeteria, she smirked and pointed out, “You were smiling down at your phone for a while, you know?”

“W-what?” you spluttered out. “I was? I didn’t even notice.”

Jia raised a brow before she shrugged and linked arms with you. “Anyway, are you excited for Homecoming?”

That was right. The school dance completely slipped your mind (and part of you could blame that on the student council for hardly promoting). Jia had been tossing the idea of asking Jeno back and forth, even though you and all of your friends had already told her she should just go for it. She said she would rather just go alone instead of being rejected.

“Sort of,” you answered. “Are you still asking Jeno?”

Jia scrunched up her nose at the thought. “I feel like the timing isn’t right, so I’d rather just go with you. Unless… you already have a date?”

You laughed. “Me? No way.”

“Hey, anything’s possible.” Jia giggled as she walked ahead of you to file into your classroom. “Even Mark Lee has a date!”

You froze up on the spot.

What?

For the rest of the day, you felt like you were in a daze. You couldn’t think straight in class, and whenever someone told you something, you needed them to repeat it a couple more times for you to fully process what they were saying. It was the same when you got home and saw Mark waiting in front of your driveway.

“We should’ve just walked together,” he said as you approached him.

After you made him repeat his words a few more times, you shrugged in response. Instead of keeping your composure and inviting Mark inside normally, you blurted out the question that had been on your mind all day.

“Are you going with anyone to Homecoming?” you asked, mentally cursing when your voice wavered at the end. You sounded like you were jealous or something, and that made you feel sick to your stomach.

“Yeah.”

Oh. You felt numb.

Mark continued, “Johnny and I are going.”

Oh. You were an idiot.

The flush of relief you felt made you feel like an idiot. You had no reason to be feeling so giddy over Mark not going with anyone to the dance. Maybe it was because he had been your single partner-in-crime for the past year that you weren’t ready for him to leave the nest.

“Sounds fun,” was all you could say in response as you led Mark into your house. You made your way upstairs to your room, already shrugging your backpack off once you got halfway up the stairs. “Jia and I are going together, too.”

“Oh, cool.”

Mark looked like he wanted to say more, but he left it at that.

“Jia said you had a date, so I assumed you asked someone out,” you explained, then raised a brow at Mark, “unless… you asked Johnny as a—”

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable.” Mark let out a petulant whine, burying his face in his hands. “We’re going with the whole friend group! Except Jaehyun ‘cause he’s got a date.”

You laughed and tossed your backpack onto the floor, right beside your desk. Mark did the same and slumped back into your chair. His face was flushed from defending himself before, and you couldn’t help but find it a little adorable.

“What was that favor you were asking for, by the way?” he asked.

You felt hot immediately.

You hadn’t expected him to bring it up again, especially when you spent all of your class time mentally berating yourself for thinking of such a thing. It wasn’t your fault that people kept nagging you about your first kiss, though.

You sat back on your bed, willing yourself to look down at your thighs instead of Mark Lee. The way he was studying your face intently was making you go crazy because he was probably thinking you had some innocent request, but what was eating at your mind could actually tip the scales of your purely platonic friendship.

Yet. there was that flicker of doubt in the back of your mind that this request would actually affect your relationship with Mark. He was such a caring individual that you couldn’t see him distancing himself from you over this.

“Um… well, I just had a little question, but you don’t actually have to do it if you don’t want to,” you started in a small voice. You were quiet for a second, and Mark let out a little hum for you to continue, so you asked, “Could you be my first kiss?”

You knew asking him was letting Jimin be victorious in her claim that Mark would be your first kiss, and while that did put you off a little, you couldn’t think of anyone else you would be comfortable with. You thought of many possibilities of kissing any other guy in your class, and all of them sounded absolutely frightening. The mere image of kissing Lee Donghyuck, the loud class clown in your history class, made you want to crawl in a hole and die.

Plus, this was for practice. That was all it was.

No underlying feelings or anything running under the surface.

When you were brave enough to look up at Mark’s reaction, you were taken aback by how red his face was. His mouth hung open comically, and he was opening and closing it over and over again, completely lost for words.

“You can say no!” you added, wondering if you fucked up.

At that moment, Mark seemed to regain his composure. He stood up and walked over to you, bending down so that you two were eye-level. Your breath was caught in your throat by his sudden display of boldness; you didn’t expect a move like this from Mark Lee.

“Okay, let’s do it,” he said, dark eyes boring into yours, “but don’t you want your first kiss to be with someone special?”

You bit your lip. “I just want it to be with someone I’m comfortable with.” You hesitated a little when he nodded. “Are you sure about this?” you asked, and even though you didn’t have any feelings for Mark, your heart was going crazy at the thought of kissing him.

This was going to be your first kiss. You could kiss dozens of other guys after this, but you would forever have Mark Lee as the boy who was your first kiss.

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s just a kiss, right?”

“Right.”

You glanced at Mark’s lips. They looked soft, and you wondered how they’d feel against yours. Well, you supposed you were going to find out soon, but that didn’t help calm your nerves at all. Oddly enough, you hoped Mark was a bad kisser because you didn’t know what you would do if you felt fireworks or butterflies.

You met Mark’s eyes shyly and then closed them when he leaned in, and you met him halfway, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“How was that?” Mark asked when he pulled back. You almost let it go undetected with how dim the lights were, but you picked up on the faintest of blushes crossing his cheeks.

“Skin,” you answered. When Mark snickered, you clarified, “It just felt like skin against skin.”

“Did we do it wrong then?”

“I think it’s just because I don’t like you in that way,” you answered.

He laughed at this before straightening back up and clapping his hands once. “Well, I’m honored to take your first kiss, at the very least.”

There was one lie you let slip, though.

The kiss didn’t just feel like skin against skin—well, it did, but you happened to like it a lot more than you had anticipated. You were shocked by the little zing that traveled down your spine when Mark’s lips moved against yours. There was no slobber, no awkwardness, and certainly no repulse from your end.

It felt nice. In fact, you’d do it again, if you could.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Mark said, and when you looked at him, humming quizzically, he smirked. You weren’t sure why, but your heart was thundering in your chest. “That was my first kiss, too.”

You realized Mark Lee was extremely popular at the age of fifteen. A little too popular for your liking.

This revelation hit you when you heard your AP World History project group discussing the ranking of cute guys in your grade. Mark Lee seemed to be vying for either first or second with Lee Taeyong, and you wondered if he had been an unexpected dark horse this entire time.

“I’m telling you, Mark has potential!” Lia gushed. “He’s cute right now, but I guarantee he’s gonna have the biggest glow-up after we graduate.”

“What do you think, Y/N? You’re friends with him, right?” Jimin asked.

You shrugged. “Yeah, but I don’t really think about him in that way. I’ve known him for too long, you know?”

Jimin hummed. “I guess it’s weird if you’ve watched him grow up, so I get that,” she said before letting a giggle slip. “I still think he’s gonna be your first kiss, though.”

“He was,” you confirmed.

“What?!” Lia exclaimed.

You weren’t sure if they were shocked or impressed (or both), but both Jimin and Lia stared at you, completely flabbergasted. You shrunk back when you noticed Jia was acting like she wasn’t bothered. You expected her to explode at the news, but her disinterested reaction made you feel worse about sharing.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal and it didn’t really mean anything,” you said. “That’s why I never said anything about it.”

Jimin’s chest puffed up in triumph. “God, I’m a genius, aren’t I?”

“Look what you did, Y/N.” Lia tutted. “This is gonna get to Jimin’s head now.”

You laughed alongside them, but part of you felt guilty for not telling Jia before. You weren’t sure if it was just you overthinking, but there was clear tension for the rest of the day between you two.

A week went by, and Jia was still pretending like nothing happened.

That was, until she brought up your kiss while you were studying for the PSAT at her house over the weekend. Jia and Johnny attended private tutoring together, so you were surprised she had the energy to study separately with you, too. She took it very seriously—even letting you borrow about ten workbooks so that you could practice on your own time.

“So, you and Mark kissed, huh?” she asked, twirling her pencil between her fingers.

You choked at the mention, eyes wide as you whipped your head around to make sure the coast was clear. You had to play it safe when Mark could’ve been around the house at any given moment. He and Johnny normally cooped themselves up in the makeshift “man cave” that was actually the garage.

Jia laughed at your reaction. “Don’t worry. Johnny and Mark went camping with the others this weekend. That guy just does whatever he wants now that he has his license. What a jerk; he doesn’t even give me a ride to school.”

You smiled a little. Johnny had been boasting about being the first to get a car for a while, and everyone knew he was going to get his license first because he was a little older and had been the most prepared for it. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve suspected that he was driving illegally before he even took lessons.

But, first things first: back to the kiss.

“Yeah, we kissed,” you admitted, cheeks heating up yet again. “It was last year in my room.”

“In your room?” she pressed, a hint of a smirk ghosting her lips. “Y/N, you dirty little—”

“No, it wasn’t like that!” you exclaimed. “It was… gentle. We barely even touched!”

Jia hummed. “Well, was it good at least?”

There was no point in hiding anything from Jia, but you were too embarrassed to admit that you liked kissing Mark Lee. You couldn’t bring yourself to lie to her, though, so you just stuffed your face into your SAT workbook.

“What are you doing?” Jia asked.

Voice muffled, you replied, “Absorbing information.”

“Tell me about your kiss!”

“It’s embarrassing! You didn’t even ask me about it for a week after you found out!”

“Well, I figured you’d tell me at your own pace, considering you didn’t talk about it for a year.”

You pouted. “It’s just—I don’t know. It’s weird.”

“It’s not that weird,” Jia tried. “If you don’t tell me, I’m just going to come to the reasonable conclusion that he had food in his mouth while you were making out.”

“Gross!” you complained. “And we did not make out, we just kissed once.” You raised your head to look at her, finally saying, “It was… pretty nice, I guess.”

Jia bit back a smile and huffed. “I always knew you two were gonna get together.”

“We’re not!”

When you turned sixteen, Mark started making your heart flutter.

You weren’t sure where exactly it started. Perhaps it was the fact that he started growing into his features and maturing, but you started to see him in a new light. It was a bit frustrating, really. Whenever you caught sight of him, he just looked like he was glowing.

Other girls took notice of this, too, and maybe that was why you were ticked off.

Mark was completely dense, though, so he never talked about other girls around you. You wondered if he even realized how much attention he got, but you also gagged at the thought of the attention getting to his head.

You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but Mark Lee was your little treasure. You couldn’t imagine him having a friend that he was closer to than yourself (other than Johnny, of course). You two had gotten so close that he became the person you thought of whenever you found a funny meme; the person you called whenever you had something to rant about; the person you confided in whenever you needed advice.

Of course, you were extremely close with Jia, and she could fill the gaps that Mark would leave if he found someone else. The problem was just that Mark Lee had too big of an impact on your life. He took up so much space that you weren’t sure what to do with all the emptiness if he left.

mark: hey mark: you should join my discord server

you: LOL what?? you have a discord server?

mark: im trying to become a streamer

you: no way you: okay i’ll support you: are you streaming rn?

mark: i’ll let you watch me game in vc mark: but only you

you: wowww i feel special

mark: https://discord.gg/mrklee

you: omg the link’s customized too you: i'm friends with a celebrity

mark: hahaha nahhh

You clicked on the link to join Mark’s server, as per his request. The impressive amount of members made you want to start teasing him for not inviting you sooner. When you entered the main chat, though, Mark was already redirecting you to the voice channel.

mark: yooo y/n go to #stream

y/n: ooookay

johnny: 2/2 vc ???? romantic ;)

mark: stfu johnny

y/n: ooh johnny’s here too

johnny: what’s up

mark: dude you’re barely active here

johnny: yeah lol i only got on to make fun of you

You giggled at their back-and-forth and joined the voice channel. Mark was already in there, humming to himself while scrolling through his Steam account to see what game he wanted to play. You two never called over Discord, but for some reason, it felt so much more intimidating than a regular phone call. Part of it had to do with the fact that he turned on his camera, so you could see him with his messy hair and glasses.

“Oh, you’re here,” he greeted in a huskier voice than usual. You wondered if his voice was so low because he was sleepy, but it was relaxing. “I kind of wanted to play Undertale.”

“Mm… I’ll watch whatever you play,” you replied, clicking on the “join stream” button. You turned on your camera, too, and Mark chuckled at the sight of you.

“You tired?” he asked, noting how your blanket was up to your nose as you laid in bed.

“A little,” you mumbled. “You do realize it’s past midnight, right?”

“That means the night’s still young,” Mark replied with a grin. “I’ll stay on call, though, if you fall asleep.”

You giggled. “Like a sleepover.”

“Exactly.” Mark ran his hand through his hair. “You know I got a car recently?”

“You did? I haven’t even gotten my license yet.”

“You’re hella slow.”

“Shut up,” you whispered, trying to suppress your giggles because you didn’t want to wake your parents up. Actually, you thought it would be worse if they caught you talking to Mark past midnight. When he launched Undertale, you said, “I’ve never seen someone play this game before.”

“I’m gonna use your name, then,” he said before entering your name for the main character.

You watched Mark play for a while, but you were mostly just listening to his voice and watching his reactions to the game. (That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy watching the gameplay, though. You found the storyline very interesting, and you expressed that to Mark, who looked proud that he was able to get you hooked on a video game.)

Eventually, your eyelids started feeling heavy, and you were mumbling your responses to Mark. Just watching him made you so sleepy, especially when he was wearing that gray sweater that made him look so comfortable and warm. You were getting to a level of tiredness where you couldn’t even think proper thoughts or formulate coherent sentences.

When you said something about a gopher at a supermarket, Mark started laughing at you.

“You should sleep, Y/N,” he suggested.

“I don’t wanna,” you mumbled. “I wanna stay on call… and watch you play.”

“You sound really tired. I can always play tomorrow.”

You whined. “I’m not leaving. I feel so warm and comfy in bed, and your voice is really nice… your sweater looks nice, too. I’m gonna steal it one day, and you won’t be able to stop me.”

“Oh?” Mark smiled. “Are you now?”

If you still had your wits about you, this situation wouldn’t even be unraveling before you. It was like you couldn’t even control the word vomit spilling from your mouth, and even though you were absolutely embarrassed, it was impossible to defend yourself when you were falling asleep so fast. Before you knew it, you were mumbling nonsense as you lulled yourself to sleep.

Just before the rest of the world slipped away from you, Mark Lee’s laugh and voice rang in your ear.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

It had been a few days, and you were still reeling from the humiliation during the Discord call you had with Mark.

“God,” you mumbled, “it was so weird, Jia. I was saying the stupidest shit when we were in the voice channel.”

“How weird is ‘weird'?’” she asked.

You cringed before you explained, “I told him I was gonna steal his sweater.”

She guffawed. “That’s something a girlfriend would say, Y/N.”

“I know!”

It was safe to say that you couldn’t confide in anyone else about this situation. It wasn’t like Mark was the one who was saying anything borderline flirtatious that night; it was all you, and that felt worse. Thankfully, though, your friend didn’t bring up anything about the night to embarrass you.

The one time he did, though, was when you asked Mark if he wanted to go to the pumpkin patch with you.

None of your other friends were free. You thought it would be a good opportunity to take pictures together, especially since Jimin had been complaining about the whole group not having pictures together. However, the day you wanted to go to the pumpkin patch, Jia was out of town, Jimin was down with a fever, and Minjeong was at her grandmother’s house. Everyone decided to reschedule the group hanging out together.

You really wanted a pumpkin, though, so Mark wound up picking you up from your house in the evening. He was fiddling with his phone when you walked up to the passenger’s side door, and you could tell he was itching for you to compliment his new Toyota Camry.

“Nice car,” you decided to say, and his smile got brighter. It was endearing, to say the least. “Definitely an upgrade from your bike.”

Mark decided to reciprocate, but nothing could have prepared you for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

“Cute outfit.”

You were stupid. You were absolutely stupid because you spent the entire car ride thinking about those two words.

That, and the way Mark drove with one hand on the steering wheel.

When you both reached the pumpkin patch, you were dumbfounded when there was absolutely no one there. Mark gave you a dirty look when he pulled up to the front, leaning back in his seat and sighing.

“Y/N, did you actually check if they were open today?” he asked slowly.

“I-I mean… they were open on this day last year!” you defended. “When I mentioned going in the groupchat, no one even said anything about the pumpkin patch not being open yet. Actually… they’re all as stupid as I am, so I guess that makes sense.” Mark groaned, and you normally would’ve just laughed such a situation off, but you were feeling unusually sensitive. “I’m really sorry.”

Shocked by how upset you sounded, Mark straightened up and looked at you. “Hey, it’s not that big of a deal.” He reached over to ruffle your hair. “We can just get ice cream or something.”

You were frowning, but the mention of ice cream perked you right up. You nodded quickly, rubbing your arms as you sat back.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“Huh?”

Before you could confirm or deny, Mark pulled off his sweater. You bit back a smile as you watched him struggle in the middle of the process, but you were flustered again when he handed it to you. You let it lay on your lap for a moment before Mark told you to wear it.

“You said you were gonna steal my sweater,” he reminded with a smirk, “so there you go.”

You wore his stupid sweater while you did your best to ignore your equally stupid heart doing backflips.

At the age of seventeen, you went to your first high school party.

It felt a bit silly that you were just going to your first party in your senior year of high school, and you felt like the experience was overdue. Jia told you that it was never too late to start checking stuff off your bucket list, and you might as well get started before you were going to graduate.

Jia had invited you plenty of times in the past, and even Johnny had tried to convince you to show up to some, but you had always refused. In the past, you were more wary of what your parents would think about you coming home late. Now that you had a car, though, you felt more comfortable going out on your own. There was more leniency from your parent’s side, too.

Lee Taeyong was throwing the party this time, and everyone was going since he was the most popular guy at school. Plus, his house was huge and Jia gave his parties excellent ratings. It was rumored that there was a 66.67% chance of the police showing up to shut it down, and apparently that was a good thing.

Jia was stoked to take you to a party—even more so when Na Jaemin from AP Chemistry offered to drive you two. He was planning to take Renjun, Jeno and Chenle, but Chenle flaked at the last minute because he got floor tickets to a basketball game. So, Jaemin now had two open seats in his car, and Jia would never turn down an offer to spend time with Jeno.

When you got a text from Jaemin later that night, saying he was five minutes away from Jia’s place, you were panicking.

“Jia, did you die in that bathroom?” you called, knocking on the door. “Jaemin’s gonna be here in five!”

The door flew open not a second after, causing you to flinch and step back. Your best friend held up a bottle of Pink Whitney, a mischievous grin crossing her face. You swallowed thickly, bracing yourself for what was about to happen.

The dreaded pregame.

“Did you get that from your parents?” you asked, recalling the dinner parties where they’d pull out wine bottles to share with the other parents.

She shook her head. “You know my senior friend who graduated? Baekhyun?” You nodded, remembering the cute senior that Jia was obsessed with for a while. “I asked him to get me some. It was just, like, ten dollars,” she said. “Can’t let my parents find out, though, so I hid it under the sink.”

“He’s still around? Shouldn’t he be in college?” you asked, snickering as Jia poured way more than a shot into her cup. “You’re gonna kill us before we even get to the party, Jia.”

“We’ll live, and Jaemin’s driving so it’s fine!” With that, she handed you your cup, and you winced at how much she had poured into the cup.

jaemin: here

“Wait, Jia, he’s already here,” you said.

“Drink up, drink up,” she urged. “Quickly.”

In the heat of the moment, you pinched your nose and downed the bitter alcohol in one go, your best friend following suit. There was definitely more than one shot in that cup, and you decided you weren’t going to let Jia pour the shots by herself ever again. She made fun of you for plugging your nose, but you weren’t sure if you could drink it if you smelled it, too. The taste was already overwhelming enough for you.

Afterward, you both got into the back of Jaemin’s car while you kept complaining about why you had to be in the middle seat. When you saw Mark where Renjun was supposed to be, you froze up.

He raised his brows. “What’s up?”

“Where’s Renjun?” you asked. You checked the front seat, but Jeno was queuing up songs on the aux. “Oh, hi, Jeno.”

“Hey, Y/N.” He craned his neck to grin at Jia. “You look pretty.”

“Renjun said he has to grind his essay out tonight,” Mark said, “so I took his place in Jaemin’s car because I don’t trust Hyuck’s driving, even if he is sober.”

You felt like you were interrupting something.

You slid into the middle seat, and your body was already feeling hot. Your head was spinning a little, and you barely noticed Jaemin starting the car.

“Are you drunk already?” Mark asked, and you shook your head, mumbling something incoherent. “What’d you even drink?” When you hardly responded, he looked over at Jia. “Did you pour her shot? She’s done for.”

“You’re supposed to pour it to the first line on those solo cups, Jia,” Jaemin scolded. “At this point, you’re better off waterfalling it.”

“Y/N,” Mark murmured, and you let your head drop onto his shoulder at the mere call of your name. “Whoa, you good?”

You nodded. “Just gonna lie down for a little,” you mumbled, slurring your words.

The rest of the car ride was a blur, and you were completely zoned out while Jaemin started talking about how he blacked out at Taeyong’s last party. You picked up on some bits of info here and there, like Jaemin being invited for dinner by Taeyong’s mother when she found him passed out by the pool.

When he parked on the street, Mark was the one who helped you out of the car, holding onto you tightly so that you wouldn’t fall. You were so preoccupied with trying to walk straight that you ignored Jia giggling at you and Mark together.

“Do you need help?” Mark asked. “I can get you some water.”

Thankfully, though, you felt better than you did in the car. You supposed the initial wave of nausea was all you needed to get over your pregame shots. You politely rejected Mark’s offer, but you still allowed him to guide you into Taeyong’s house, guiding you with one hand on your waist so he didn’t lose you in the crowd.

“Y/N!” Donghyuck called from the counter. His eyes flitted to Mark’s hand on your waist, and his smirk grew.

Everyone started crowding the backyard, so you had more space to move around in the house and be spotted by tiring individuals (read: Donghyuck).

“You’re up to something,” you observed. “I see it in your eyes, Hyuck.”

“I was gonna dare you to match my shots tonight,” Hyuck said, “unless you’re gonna pussy out.”

Mark frowned. “Hyuck, she’s already dru—”

“I’ll do it,” you announced, and Donghyuck cheered to your declaration. You were sure it was a stupid idea because any rational thought in your head clouded over. Nevertheless, you took the red solo cup with vodka that Donghyuck handed you. “Already?”

“A celebratory shot,” he explained, ignoring Mark’s death glare and holding his cup out for a moment to clink against yours. “Here’s to dying of alcohol poisoning tonight!”

“Cheers,” you said, and you downed the shot. The fuzzy feeling came back, and you leaned back against Mark.

Donghyuck chuckled. “She’s so lightweight.”

Mark stroked your hair gently before trying to guide you to the couch. “I’m gonna find some water, okay? Stay here.”

“I don’t think I’m physically capable of moving right now, but okay.”

Shortly after he left, Mark returned with a glass of water. He sat next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back to get you to sit up. Once you did, he held the cup to your lips and had you drink slowly. It was like you were being pampered by your boyfriend.

“Mark,” you started once you finished drinking your water, “why do you keep taking care of me? You should go have fun, too.”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I can’t just leave you like this.”

“I won’t be mad if you do,” you said. “I mean, you do realize how suspicious you look, right?”

Not again. You weren’t able to filter the words coming out of your mouth right now, and you were terrified that you were going to let something idiotic slip.

“Suspicious?” he asked. “What do you mean?”

“Like… we look like a couple,” you mumbled. “You act like my boyfriend.”

For a moment, you were sure that Mark would back off immediately. You suspected that your comment would mess with his head, making him rethink everything he had been doing or saying. You were afraid that he would start putting up a boundary between you two, daring not to cross it for your sake.

Instead, though, the look on his face was the complete opposite of what you expected. There was a fire in his eyes, and he looked a little proud of himself once he processed what you said. It was like he had been waiting for you to realize that this whole time.

“Do you hate people thinking we’re dating?” he asked.

You faltered. “Uh… no? Isn’t it weird, though?”

“Nah, I don’t think it’s weird,” Mark replied. You bit your lip and tried to think about it from another perspective, like you were trying to grasp how to perceive your relationship with Mark in a more platonic way. “Besides, they’re half-right.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have had a crush on you since, like, forever,” he said casually, like he was stating how many centimeters were in an inch, “so, I guess it looks weird for good reason.”

You weren’t sure if Mark Lee had realized that he just completely flipped your world upside-down.

For the rest of that night, you were unable to think about anything but Mark’s words. He didn’t elaborate on it afterward because Jaemin started dragging him around, and then he was taking care of you when you were throwing up in one of the toilets. You also happened to stumble into the bathroom that Jia and Jeno were making out in, but nothing was going to stop you from puking your guts out into the toilet. As Mark held your hair back and rubbed your back, you were in utter amazement at how he could keep his feelings at bay while being an incredible friend.

So, the night went by without further elaboration on his sudden confession.

You thought it would bury itself under the sand so that you and Mark could go back to being friends. However, you weren’t sure if you wanted to go back to how things were now that this was brought to your attention.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored all the signs. There was that little feeling in the back of your head that screamed at you for being an idiot whenever Mark said or did something odd. However, you always tried to write it off as a kind gesture because you two were childhood friends.

You were starting to realize that part of you never wanted Mark to confess because you were scared of accepting your own feelings for him. You would rather lie to yourself over and over again to keep up the illusion of a friendship you had with him.

You were going to have to do so sooner or later, though, because you received a call from him the day after the party in the middle of the day. You had already called Jia that morning and told her everything that happened. Although she was hungover and barely recalled Mark even being at the party, Jia offered solid advice after interrogating you with several questions as to whether you liked him back or not.

(Later, Jia seemed to recollect memories from the night—ones that you forgot completely. Apparently, your feet were killing you toward the end, and Mark gave you a piggyback ride to the car. He even took off his jacket and put it over your shoulders because you kept complaining about how cold it was. Jia proceeded to explain how Mark nearly tripped over his feet and fell forward because you kissed the back of his neck to thank him.)

You weren’t sure what kept you from admitting your feelings. For some reason, even though the answer was clear in your head, the words “I don’t know” kept leaving your mouth.

“Hey,” Mark greeted you when you picked up. “I’m actually outside. Can I come in?”

You were surprised, but you agreed, “Yeah, just ring the doorbell. I’d come open it, but I’m too lazy to get out of bed.”

“Hangover that bad, huh?” he asked, and right on cue, the doorbell went off. You heard your mother rushing to open it, and Mark mumbled a “see you” before he hung up to greet your mom. When he walked upstairs, he held out a plastic bag to you. “I wasn’t sure what you were craving, so I just bought ice cream.”

“You’re kidding.” You took the bag and took the small carton of Ben & Jerry’s cookies and cream ice cream. You pouted a little. “Mark, you didn’t have to.”

He sat on the edge of your bed and shrugged. “I mean, you know why I did.”

You felt flustered. You didn’t expect him to bring it up again so suddenly, especially since you hadn’t mentioned it yet. You thought he would have waited to make sure you didn’t forget his confession after all the drinks you had last night, but Mark was going in for the kill.

“I’m not gonna pressure you into answering until you’re ready,” he said, “but I just want you to know that I’ve been serious about my feelings for a while. I didn’t just confess to you because I wanted to throw it out there. I’ve had a crush on you since we were, like, twelve.”

Oddly enough, you felt like your word vomit was worsening right now rather than when you were drunk last night. You had just suppressed so many feelings that they all came out at once. Maybe, all these years, you just weren’t ready to be loved. Maybe you were clinging to loneliness because that was more comforting at the time.

Now that your feelings were laying bare in front of Mark, though, you felt like it was high time that you opened up to him.

“I never considered us dating for real, if I’m gonna be honest,” you said. “We’ve been friends for so long that I thought you were just being nice to me, or that we were so close that you just treated me nicer than other people. I know that sounds really stupid of me, but… I really liked being the only girl you were the closest to, and I don’t think I would’ve been able to stand seeing you with someone else.

“I felt really stupid for the longest time. My heart kept racing when I thought of you, and I kept overthinking every little thing. I kept lying to everyone that I didn’t feel anything or care about whether we got together or not, and I played off every single time I felt something for you. I don’t know why I couldn’t just put what I wanted first for once, but I was so afraid that I was overanalyzing your kindness for something more. I would choose being heartbroken over losing our friendship any day.

“I thought a lot about it last night and today, but I wanna try accepting my feelings,” you finished. “If we’re bound to be something, then why not start now, you know?”

For a second, you thought you had scared Mark off with your entire rant. He was just staring at you with his mouth hung open, and you were wondering if you still had time to knock him out cold so that he could forget everything you dumped on him.

Before you knew it, Mark was dipping his head to press his lips against yours. You were so stunned that you didn’t reciprocate for a moment until you felt him smile against your mouth. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around your neck and pulled him in closer.

Mark was more confident this time, more aggressive than the first time you had kissed him on this very bed. His hands were flat against your sides, sliding up and down in soothing motions. This time, however, the heat in your cheeks was accompanied by butterflies in your stomach and a show of fireworks when you closed your eyes. Your heart was beating erratically and you watched Mark’s Adam’s apple bob when he pulled away.

“I lied back then, too,” you blurted out.

“Huh? When?” he asked.

“When we kissed for the first time here,” you started, “I lied about not feeling anything; I was actually going crazy on the inside.”

Mark smirked at this, and you weren’t sure the butterflies couldn’t get worse until you saw that look on his face. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I know,” he said, cradling your cheek with his hand. “By the way, I’d like to try dating, too, so will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled, and for the first time in six years, it had never been easier to say, “Yes.”

“What the hell?” Johnny gawked at the sight of you and Mark holding hands. “You guys are actually dating? Holy shit, I thought Mark was gonna get rejected sooner or later.”

You and Mark had officially been dating for a few weeks now. It wasn’t like you were keeping it on the down-low or anything, so you were rather surprised that Johnny was just finding out. Either he was extremely slow or men really talked about nothing but video games and cars.

“You’re a terrible friend, Johnny,” Jia told her twin brother. “Anyway, I think you two are cute.”

Mark squeezed your hand a little. “Thanks, Jia.”

“But you two better keep it PG in this household,” Jia continued. “Keep your couple activities away from the Suhs.”

Your cheeks heated up at her words, and you tried to change topics by tossing the remote to your best friend. “Can you pick a movie already? This conversation is making me gag.”

Mark laughed and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head while Johnny and Jia were distracted with the movie selection. Neither of you were a big fan of PDA, but sneaking in moments like these made it all the more special. And, even though your relationship with Mark was far more serious now, you knew that spending your days at Johnny and Jia’s house would never cease.

After all, the Suh household was where it all started.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this fic was genuinely so random like,, i just had this strong inclination to write mark fluff out of nowhere, and it was supposed to be around 5k but then it got to this....... i genuinely thought it was pretty short so im wondering how it would’ve turned out if i spent more than two days on it :o but i really love soft boy mark !!! he’s just too cute ♡ anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this and thank you so much for making it to the end :D

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bigfatbimbo · 24 days

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bro i accidentally unfollowed u when trying to click the askbox so PLEASE ignore that im sorry 😔

ANYWAYS! FLUFFY HCS TIMEEE!!!

starting off strong with velvette:

velvette is a girly girl at heart and she definitely has like a 70 step skincare and haircare routine, that she so graciously shares with you. velvette loves babying you in the sense that she both loves being pampered and pampering you, and she just wants you both to feel pretty ✨ you definitely have spa day dates and she always takes time out of your evening to do nighttime skincare with you

along w this, velvette definitely loves being pampered as well and on days where she's too tired to do so, you'll wipe off her makeup for her while whispering sweet nothings to her while she drifts off in your arms

velvette is one of those people who ALWAYS smells really nice, and definitely has a signature scent. im picturing it but its hard to describe so i'll try my best, but i imagine she smells sweet in a berry type of way, sort of like rasberries and strawberries? but it also has like another very elegant aroma of a hint of peachy vanilla too. idk maybe im just insane. but ANYWAYS she has like a very specific perfume that she wears and when you both first start dating, she not so subtly offers for you to start wearing it too. your hers, so why shouldn't you smell like her as well? this perfume is very expensive and is literally her signature smell, so literally anyone who smells it on you knows your hers and its velvette's subtle classy way of "marking" you

okie okie now some lute hcs too bc i have sm for her and she's my fav and i love sharing my hcs for her ‼️

once she begins to trust you enough, lute would absolutely love it if you cut her hair for her. as someone who used to have like a halfshave buzzcut (that was an... era...) having short hair actually takes a lot of time and energy to maintain bc it grows SO FAST. lute's hair grows pretty fast and it can be quite the challenge to cut on her own, so once she realizes you can cut it for her, she would totally be down to let you cut it

lute teaches you basic self defense, she always wants you to be safe and would feel 100x better if she knew you could defend yourself. sure, you're in heaven, but that doesn't mean danger might not arise elsewhere

even tho lute seems pretty small physically, she's actually ridiculously strong and can and will pick you up! she loves carrying you bridal style, and if you were ever out in public and you were sick of walking, she's definitely the type to scoop you up without another word. she'd even carey your shoes for you if they were the cause of your discomfort!

lute always buys you small gifts like necklaces and charms and loves seeing you wear them. its one of her main love languages and while she isn't great at expressing her feelings through words with her sharp tongue, her gifts are always meaningful

OKI OKIE ONE MORE CHARACTER AND THAT CHARACTER IS LUCIFER i love him sm 😭😭😭

luci 100% has bought you matching couples jewelry before, he LOVES those cute and cringey couples things and if you ever bought him one of those couples' necklaces that connect into a heart, or one of those like puzzle piece rings that connect to eachother, he would NEVER TAKE IT OFF

lucifer loves doing things for you. your really tired and don't feel like taking off your makeup and accessories? dw he'll do it for you!!! he also loves brushing your hair and untangling it, and will put a lot of time and effort into making sure your relaxed and happy

lucifer is big on communication, both romantically and platonically. sometimes he'll randomly ask you if there's anything he can do better or anything he can improve on, and will always take your advice

he makes you so many things!!!! from jewelry to ducks to trinkets, you definitely have a shelf in your room dedicated to gifts from lucifer. he gets really invested in making them too, he loves putting intricate details and designs onto each of his creations

lucifer would cook for you and he's surprisingly really good at it. it was one of his random depression hobbies that he picked up during liliths absence, and nearly every morning he's up before you to cook you breakfast

MORNING PERSON (derogatory and affectionate). this man is up at the ass crack of dawn just to help you get ready for the day. he'll lay put your skincare/toothbrush for you, wash your face for you, cook you breakfast, help you with your hair, he just loves helping you get ready. he always gives you a kiss on each cheek before you leave the house, and you make sure to do the same!!!!

THIS GOT SO LONG HELP 😭😭😭 i was gonna do vox hcs but i figured i can always save them for later i dont wanna crowd this ask up too much AJBDJS- ANYWAYSSSS HOPE U FEEL BETTER ELLIE UR WRITING ALWAYS MAKES ME HAPPY SO I HOPE THIS CAN MAKE U HAPPY!!!!

OH MY GOD SO IM FEELING WAY BETTER TODAY SO IM ACTUALLY GOING TO GIVE MY THOUGHTS ON ASKS!!

So Velvette and spa days literally just make so much sense like they would be so amazing oh my god. She would absolutely love to style your hair after too, and the perfume idea is so genius like that’s very in character, I SALUTE YOU.

Lute and gift giving as a love language like… just makes sense. Because she doesn’t strike me as someone who’s particularly skilled at communicating her emotions, especially when it comes to love. So like she would absolutely be all up on the gift giving business, but like literally anything she sees in a store window for a small second and is like “y/n likes that color.” Like bro is like a raccoon she just brings you shit.

And Luci oh my god he’s such a cutie! I’m so glad everyone recognizes Lucifer and his “Oh, he’ll cook for you” energy because that is so him. Also morning bird Lucifer is adorable and I get the feeling he’s one of those people who is obnoxiously loud in the morning, like you wake up to pans banging together clumsily from the kitchen where he’s cooking you breakfast or Lucifer accidentally dropping some super loud object in the bathroom.

ANYWAYS TO SUM UP, I LOVE THESE HEADCANONS! Days I have Rose rambles in my inbox are GOOD DAYS 🙌

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel headcanon #inbox open #bimbo rambling

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webslingingslasher · 7 months

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how you think peter would react to trouble being extremely jealous over some girl? (this is not a request! answer only if u feel like it <3)

i think he wouldn’t know at first. he’d just think you’re acting off and he thinks he may have done something to mildly upset you and he’s trying to do his best to be good to ease the tension some.

when he thinks you may need a breather he nods at a girl from his lab in the kitchen, they’ve talked a few times and he thinks she’s chill to talk to, so he kisses your cheek and tells you he’ll be back and tries to depart for his new conversation partner.

tries. because you tug him back by the wrist and hold him at your side, you scoff at him. ‘no you absolutely won’t be. you’ll be here all night. understand?’

peter looks down at your tight hold with confusion, it’s bordering aggressive, he’s never seen you like this before.

‘you alright, trouble?’

you have an icy glare towards his classmate.

‘peachy.’

when the staring contest becomes a war he goes silent, it’s a battle of dominance. you’re telling her if she wants him she needs to pry him from your hands.

you grunt, ‘c’mon, let’s go.’ you pull him behind you, he looks back to the kitchen and your ‘competition’ is watching with narrowed eyes. peter can feel how pissed you are by the grip on his hand.

he’s never seen you so possessive, he loves it.

when you have him outside you find a few friends of his, heading that way, because it’s a safe zone, peter can’t stop a bubbling laugh. it’s almost like a giggle.

‘what’s so funny?’ aka ‘is she why you’re so happy?’

‘i have never seen you so jealous. normally you just brush it off but i really thought you were about to pull out the cat claws.’

you grunt, ‘yeah, well, when a bitch goes around talking about stealing you, i have to make it known i’ll fucking kill her.’

you lag when peter stops walking, you try pulling him with you but fall back into place with him. peter looks confused and upset.

‘she said what?’

you look bitter, ‘she was fucking bragging to a friend about it and sarah heard it. fucking bitch was gloating about how easy you were to steal from me.’

peter’s head turns back to the house, he almost wants to go in there himself and set the record straight.

‘woah, woah, woah. was she really? i mean, are we sure it was her?’ his words make you sour, ‘yes.’

you hitch your voice like a bimbo, ‘all i had to do was bat my eyes and he did all the work for me, he’ll be under me in a week.’ you mumble under your breath, ‘fucking bitch.’

peter’s trying to think back and he winces, he doesn’t know how he didn’t see the signs. he used to be the number one flirter, but now all he has is tunnel vision for you.

you made him unaware to outside influences, his mind revolves around you.

‘oh. that’s not… she…’ peter squirms around, he feels uncomfortable. ‘that’s… yucky. it’s yucky.’ he doesn’t know how else to describe it.

you still look pissed, ‘yup.’

peter pulls you in for a hug, ‘you know you have nothing to worry about cause i had no idea she was even putting the moves on me.’ you smirk into his chest, you suppose it’s true. it’s not him you’re mad at, you can’t blame her for being interested. you can blame her for not respecting you and trying to swipe what you claimed as yours.

you still want to remind him, ‘i’m not mad at you. well, maybe a little, but only because you’re so pretty.’ peter squeezes you for three seconds before releasing, it’s like he wrenched all the frustration from your bones.

‘i can’t wait for our next lab, she’s gonna try to talk to me and i’m just going to walk away. that’ll hurt more than a gentle rejection.’

a smile breaks over your face, its the first one you’ve had all night.

#frat!peter drabbles

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gilverrwrites · 22 days

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Hello could you please do some captain boomerang headcanon fluff, I don’t see enough of it on here.

AN: I can and I will. Good fluffy vibes only today, however, if you would like a reality check, please watch the video linked at the end.

Rating: General (however, wanting for swearing)

Please remember: Everything you're worried about, is going to turn out ok.

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He’s not much for texting, much prefers sending voice notes. These can range anywhere from simple good night/good morning notes, the longest, most pointless, probably drunken rambles, jokes he stole came up with, or professions of love.

When he texts, it’s always in 90s/early 00s style and full of emojis that don’t quite mean what he thinks they do.

Cn’t w8 2 c 👀 u 🫵l8r 👄❣️🪃 X 🌫️ Gud nite mu 🫥 u4e lol 😜 🩵🪃 xXx RUOK 4 d8 l8r??? 🌷💦 CUL ❤️‍🔥🪃 X

Has your name saved in his phone as the most ridiculous nickname you can think of, probably also with a bunch of emojis.

Dependant on your personality, petnames would include a few of the following: Darl’, darlin’, babs, babes, baby (pronounced bah-bee), sweets, hon, peachy, lovey, peanut, or doll.

Whatever your least favourite is, he will use the most cause he loves winding you up.

Swears at you, a lot. But its affectionate.

He’s not used to people doing things for him, so he is massively grateful when you do like menial domestic labour for him.

You sewed up the hole in my jacket? You’re THE best, I can’t believe you would do that for me. You did my laundry? WTF? You didn’t have to do that (he’s been wearing the same unwashed boxers for 2 weeks, someone had to) how can I ever repay you babes? You cooked for me? (It’s literally a pot-noodle) You’re an angel, I’m not welling up, shut it.

He’s really good at like, enhancing 'easy' food. He’ll add egg and chives and stuff to his packet noodles, makes the best cheese and vegemite toasty, knows just how much oil and extra cheese to add to a frozen pizza, and has mastered box mix cupcakes. His favourite is chocolate.

Uses a 5 in 1 shower gel, if and when he showers, and you cannot tell me he doesn’t blast lynx africa and/or paco rabanne 1 million so he smells woody and spicy.

However, if you have fancy smelly products of you’re own, he will use them. Gonna treat himself with a good scrub and some large helpings of your shampoo and conditioner (this one’s got multiple products for their hair, posho!)

Doesn’t matter if you use products intended for a specific skin/hair type, it’s getting used.

As a nice bonus he likes doing it cause it means your smell lingers on him when you’re not together.

Won’t admit it but he also really likes it if you burn candles and/or incense.

If you’re close enough in size, he will steal your clothes. Especially socks cause he is always wearing holes into his own.

Gets all gooey and excited when you wear his clothes, especially if you’re small enough that they look oversized, and are visibly his.

If you’re inclined to wear flowy summer dresses, he’ll go feral. Also, a big fan of linen shirts/blouses and short shorts.

When he’s dressed causal he lives in shorts and filp-flops, even in the midst of winter. Or if he’s not leaving the house he’ll just wear his boxer shorts.

Is gone for long periods of time (prison, hiding out etc) so is very clingy when you’re back together, and doesn’t really have boundaries.

Will walk in on you in the bath shower to use the toilet, or to just sit and talk to you. If you ask him nicely, he will wash your hair. Might not do a good job, but he will do it. Has his arms wrapped around your waist at all times while you’re trying to do chores or are out shopping. If he wakes before you (a rare occurrence) he will just lay on his side, watching you sleep. Might get impatient and attempt to subtly wake you by gently brushing your side or nose, or gently shaking your body.

Normally sleeps way into the day, and snores, loudly. Often wakes with a hangover. And will practically beg you to make him a bacon an egg.

Loves almost any and all brekkie food, bacon, egg, hash browns, pancakes, you name it.

Is not a cuddly sleeper. Like he can fall asleep cuddling, but he will start rolling around, splaying his arms out, kicking his legs. Huge bed hog.

Says his favourite films are action, gangster, or like bro style comedies. Think like: Road House, Indian Jones, Kill Bill, The Gentleman, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, The Hang Over.

If you put on a horror, drama, or rom com, he will not watch it with you.

But he will find things to do in the general vicinity. Or straight up do the dad thing of like standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. If he’s not sat with you, he’s technically not watching it.

So like, which one is actually her dad? They don’t tell you but the writ- No no no, don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out, Don’t go in the basement, there’s never anything good in the basement, oh she’s only bloody gone and went in the basement! But… Barbie doesn’t love Ken. I’m not cryin, I just got allergies, shut up an’ watch your dumb girly film.

Has a stolen tattoo gun,wants to get matching tattoos, has pro for everyone of your cons. Ideally, he just wants names/initials in hearts, but will settle for more symbolic tattoos. Like a boomerang to represent him for you, and something similar for you.

Keeping any gift you’ve ever given him for life.

I made you a friends ship braclet. Eh, ya know its not my normal kinda jewellery. You don’t ha- No, fuck off, I’m gonna wear it forever.

Would still love you if you were a worm. Hasn’t the foggiest what he would do with you. But he would love you.

Obviously gonna teach you how to use a boomerang. Even if you already know, he’s gonna show you the right way. Gotta make sure his bab is protected. (Don’t tell him that you find them impractical and are unlikely to ever use one when in need, he will sulk.)

Aforementioned video.

#captain boomerang x reader #captain boomerang imagine #captain boomerang hcs #digger harkness x reader #george digger harness x reader #gilverrwrites

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anxious-alastor · 2 months

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May I Have This Dance? ||Pt. 1|| Albert Wesker x Fem! Reader

"Why are people so stupid." You groaned as you and your team returned to the STARS office of the Raccoon City Police Department.

"You seem cheery." Jill commented as she put away her outer layer of protective gear and harnesses.

"Yeah. Responding to a chemical threat and finding two idiots who couldn't bother to read a label is just peachy." You huffed as you closed your locker a little too hard.

"Is something wrong, Doctor?"

You whirled around to see Captain Albert Wesker standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed and his usual harsh expression seemed softer than usual as your frustration ebbed away.

"U-uh. No sir, Captain Wesker."

"Let's not go slamming doors then."

You opened your mouth to respond but he had already walked off. You looked at Jill who shrugged and shook her head. Another growl of frustration left you before you sat down at your desk to fill out the required paperwork.

***

Time flew by fast as you worked, before you knew it you were done and everyone had begun to pack up and leave. On your way out, something in your brain switched and you began noticing things.

Chris and Barry had been incoherent until you heard Barry say, "So are you excited for the Banquet?"

Your legs stopped moving as you thought hard to process what was said. Wasn't the banquet for another week?

There was another whisper from Rebecca to Jill that you managed to catch as they brushed past you.

"Have you got a new dress?"

The RPD Banquet. The special event hosted by the city for the Police Department to thank them for their work, to get cozy with donors, and to show off to other notable guests. You hated wearing formal clothes, especially the kind they'd expect you and your other coworkers to wear. Chief Irons had an especially strict dress code for the entire station. Of course you had pushed it out of your mind until now.

"Hey Jill wait—" You grabbed her shoulder before she got too far.

The brunette turned to you, intrigued and concerned by the sudden grab and the shift of color in your face.

"Something wrong? You look like you're in trouble."

"I guess you could say that," You glanced around, "Is the banquet tonight?"

She grinned sympathetically, "Yeah it is, you forgot didn't you?"

"Of course I did. And I don't have a dress."

"What happened to the one you wore last year?"

"I rented that one." You sighed softly, "Maybe I'll have to back out..."

"If you think that's best." She offered a pat on your shoulder before returning to her conversation with Rebecca.

You just sighed to yourself before disappearing off to your apartment.

***

You had settled on your bed after having taken a shower. Comfy in pjs and wrapped in your blanket, you were barely aware of some strange baking show as you wondered about the event taking place about an hour from now. Guilt simmered just below your chest as you thought about what you might've cost the Chief in donations.

Then your phone rang. You quickly dug around your blanket, slightly panicked as you weren't expecting a call and had allowed your cellphone to be engulfed by the soft fabric. It was around the fourth ring when you finally answered it.

"Why aren't you here?" It was Wesker.

"I uh... don't have anything to wear."

"You aren't coming to the most important night for the entire department because you don't have anything to wear?"

You felt your face grow hot with embarrassment as you stuttered into the phone.

There was a pause, a long excruciating pause that was only broken as he drew in and let out a sigh.

"I don't accept this. Get ready, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"What—" You began but the call had disconnected.

You stared at your phone for a good minute before scrambling out of bed and attempting to not rush through your makeup. Even if it were a simple look, you didn't want it to seem sloppy.

You hovered around your hair for a moment before you heard the knocking at your door. With some hesitation, and after peeking through the peephole, you opened it to see your captain holding an opaque garment bag. You couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses as he offered it to you, but you swear you could see his cheeks get slightly pink.

You took it, glancing at him warily, "Do you want to come in?"

"I'll wait out here."

You just nodded before closing the door and quickly returning to your room.

Upon opening the dress you found that it was rather unique to you. It hugged you in all the right places and draped where it needed to, and it stopped at the length you felt most comfortable with. The only thing not tailored to your comfort was the color scheme. Black lace covered the deep crimson fabric that felt soft against your skin.

You admired the dress for a moment before deciding to add some dark red to your makeup look to compliment the colors. You then slipped into some heels and met your captain outside.

"I need you to zip it. I can't reach." Your voice was breathless and a little uneven.

He chuckled softly and placed one hand against your lower back while the other pulled up the zipper. He then led you to a limousine that he had hired.

***

It felt like the world finally slowed down as you settled onto the leather seat across from your captain. You hadn't noticed his outfit entirely until now. It matched yours perfectly—his was elegant and yet much more moody. It was hard to suppress a giggle as you realized how perfectly that described the man across from you.

"Something funny?" He tilted his head towards you.

You shook your head quickly, glancing out the window to avoid his gaze.

"How come you went through all the trouble just to get me to the Banquet? How did you get this dress so quickly?" You had so many questions.

"It's the most important event of the year according to Chief Irons. It was no trouble at all really." He paused as if deciding on his words. "I had a tailor design and make the dress a couple weeks ago. You seemed to be drowning in work."

"And my sizing?"

"Based off the size of your gear in your locker."

It seemed reasonable enough, though still very strange. You couldn't be too upset though since you'd be able to attend the banquet and not get teased for lack of attendance the next day.

Silence fell in the space until you reached the venue where the roar of chatter was a gentle rumble from outside. Your chauffeur parked and opened the door for the both of you. Wesker stepped out then offered you his hand which you took gratefully as you bowed out of the vehicle.

There were some people outside, not necessarily for you or your Captain but for the donors. Some of Raccoon city's biggest celebrities were attending and everyone wanted to see.

"Keep your chin up." Wesker spoke softly, something unusual for him as he wrapped your arm around his.

Your head had been tilted down, eyes preferring the ground rather than those who might be looking at you. Upon registering his words you lifted your head, faintly blushing as you tried to keep your eyes forward. Your hand gripped his arm tight as he led you into the venue.

All eyes were on you.

#resident evil #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #jill valentine #chris redfield #barry burton #rebecca chambers #alternative universe #feminine reader #resident evil alternate universe #idk what else to tag #wesker x reader #Black tie event #umbrella corporation #shy reader #resident evil wesker

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tiajk · 5 months

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Little Miss Hamilton(I think i’m actually hilarious)

Masterlist

Warnings: reader is seen as the Hamilton of the crew, reader is implied to have powers but not have eaten devil fruit, Poc reader implied (brown skin, curly hair ), It’s a platonic mostly (hint of zosan x reader not a hint it’s plain a day), Cursing, pre time skip im mind, Best friends Nami & Ussop (such an underrated duo), Mostly the Anime in mind when writing this, no use of name or y/n, grammar errors (i js know there are)

A/n: Told you guys another fic would be out today (I love Hamilton) (if you watch Hamilton what’s your favorite song(s) mines are satisfied & Non-stop), you guys i wrote this with the worst stomach pain im gonna fucking die

Dividers from ; @y-yushin & @anitalenia

—It almost felt like a reward every single piece of it. Starting with the fact you were apart of the straw hat pirate crew. Luffy claimed that you were all the best including you. most of the time dismissing him with a smile and a small “thank you!!” Then going back to your books and writings. thinking back to the fights you’ve been though you were grateful for having your powers what was more important was knowledge knowing every single piece of information that you found valuable was important to you and you would do anything to obtain it. Even if that included staying up late at night sleeping all during the day which at first no one thought was odd just assuming you were like Zoro. At night was when you did your true calling the most knowledge obtained from the Stars making charts, maps, and hypothesis’s about the moon and why does it change every single night. Mind running through thousands of ideas on how. Most of the time you would ire yourself out so much that you would fall asleep on deck but someone would always awake in the night to check most of the time it was Sanji and Zoro. Whenever Zoro found you he would grumble stings of curses out of his mouth when he saw you. He didn’t understand why you would leave yourself out in the open just to get more information about the stars but he would rather die then let you sit out in the cold. Sanji was the same way he would find you most of the time after Luffy tries to sneak into the fridge and he can’t go back to sleep. Tonight is no different from the rest your slumped on the deck your book is closed secure so the wind wont open it with little bits of pages sticking out of it your notebook stacked on top as well. Sanji & Zoro both cant sleep tonight instead of arguing with each other the just drink and get to know each other better. Surprisingly there laughing together playfully bantering each other when Sanji’s expression changes and goes outside Zoro doesn’t know what he’s doing at first but then it clicks in his head you were probably asleep on the deck again. He follows Sanji out the kitchen door seeing Sanji picking you up bridal style already you look peaceful its like your boy knows that Sanji’s got you and that your safe. While he’s climbing up the stars when he passes zoro he stops “Can you get her books I would usually would get them but your here to help me this time”. He wants to roll his eyes but he can’t and for once he just listen maybe it’s the alcohol flowing through his system or maybe he knows how important your books are to you it’s your dream. During the day most of the time nami watched over you she would distract from your books claiming how you both needed a break. Dragging Ussop(he wanted to go) as you guys al go shopping and play a little dress up. By you guys its mostly nami and ussop finding clothes to give you and you to try on while they give you there opinions (Ussop has good fashion taste cant change my mind (u prob could but pls don’t). Nami Had this beautiful Long body con dress the base of the dress was a peachy pink with coral all over it the coral being in all different shapes the colors being blue, purple and ifferent shades of pink as well. “Go try it on it’s gorgeous and goes perfect with your skin tone ” taking the fabric from her hands you go to the dresseing room sort of excited to try it on. when you finished putting you examined your self in the mirror in the dressing room it was the perfect length on the floor but not enough to drag on your feet to annoy you but it hugged everywhere and it just felt perfect you didn’t really care if you have to go into debt for nami to buy this dress it would be worth it. While opening the door holding your hair in a low pony with no ponytail holder some curly staying in the front. Nami and Ussop mouth dropped to the floor when they saw you “What is it bad” you confidence going down slowly but it accelerates when nami says “It’s perfect on you we have to buy it it was literally made for you” you smile at her thanking her for the compliment “I agree it’s an amazing dress for you”.

—When going back in the dressing room as you put your other clothes on thinking what would Zoro and Sanji think about the dress you shiver at the thought of the reaction and shake it from your mind. When you guys head back to the ship it’s not loud and that worries you automatically as you speed up your pace to the going merry. Going to the kitchen is ur first stop and it was correct. You see Luffy, Sanji and Zoro all cooped up around something but you don’t know what “HMH” clearing your throat to get their attention. The all look in shock not expecting you to be there. Luffy hides the object behind his back “We thought you guys were still shopping?” “Well we're back now” You look at all three of the they seem nervous. Luffy is sweating hard “What do you have behind your back Luffy?” “Nothing” You don’t believe him so you place the shopping back on the counter and sit at the table with them “What’s the problem guys you seem nervous did i do something wrong?” They all looked at each other silently communicating “No we just don’t want you to get mad at us” it was really confusing why would you get mad? “I won’t promise” Luffy looks at you one more time just to make sure he brings the object in front of him and on the table it’s your book your book with everything in it. Part of you wants to get mad but you don’t “where did you find this?” “It was on the table fore you left I saw it and wondered what it was about didn’t know it was yours” Zoro states with his harms crossed looking at you “It’s okay but are any of the pages missing” you say examining every page that you could get your hands on slightly worried that some valuable information could be missing “No I made sure that nothing happened to it” Sanji blows the smoke out of his mouth “What happened?” Nami ask as she enters the room “Nothing just my books” Ussop comes behind you one of your books was open and he’s peeking at it over your shoulder “woah you wrote all of this?” you honestly didn’t think that it was a lot not enough knowledge so it wasn’t a lot. Nami comes and looks as well “Wow it really is a lot is that why your always up at night writing?” You start to feel a little bit on the spot which it doesn’t really matter that its you its just the subject “Yea but I could write more i dont feel like it’s enough” Zoro thinks to himself ‘what will be enough for her’ “Why it’s it not enough you write like your running out of time”…………

Part 2 coming soon ( i couldn’t finish my stomach hurts and it feels like i have the throw up)(update i threw up and i’m sick ass hell)

#tiajk #opla x reader #opla zoro x reader #zoro x reader #opla luffy x reader #opla nami x reader #opla sanji x reader #opla ussop x reader #one piece x poc reader #one piece x reader #zorosan x reader

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ist4rgirlo · 8 months

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a one shot with conrad where it’s basically like the scene in season 1 where jere confesses to belly in the pool but conrad instead of jere? thank uu i love ur writing

──────────── 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 - 𝐜.𝐟

ONESHOT !

summary : conrad finally having the guts to confess to his bestfriend

Conrad and you had been inseparable since you were young. Growing up as next-door neighbors, both of you spent countless hours exploring the woods behind your houses, playing games, and creating unforgettable memories. Over the years, your bond only strengthened, and you became each other's confidants and best friends.

As summer approached, the scorching heat settled over their Cousins. Seeking refuge from the rising temperatures, Conrad and you found solace in their pool. Its sparkling blue waters and lush green surroundings provided the perfect combination of tranquility and adventure.

One fateful afternoon, you decided to escape to the pool once again. As both of you arrived, the sunbeams danced on the water's surface, inviting the both of you to dive into its refreshing embrace. Both Conrad and you eagerly stripped down to your swimsuits and dived in, laughing and splashing water at each other.

As you swam side by side, Conrad’s heart started to race faster than his strokes. The warm summer breeze whispered encouragement into his ear, urging him to let his true feelings be known. Glancing over at you, your soft smile and sparkling eyes, he couldn't help but wonder if you felt the same way.

Your laughter echoed through the silent air as they floated on their backs, staring up at the clear blue sky. The moment felt magically serene, and Conrad knew he couldn't let it slip away without expressing his love for you.

Taking a deep breath, Conrad mustered up the courage to speak. "Y/N," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

You turned your head, looking at him curiously, smiling a little. "What is it, Connie?" you replied, your voice tinged with both excitement and surprise.

Gathering every ounce of bravery, Conrad continued, "Y/N, you mean more to me than anyone else in this world. You, you’ve been my bestfriend and my biggest support. Lately, I, uh, I’ve just been feeling something more, something.. deeper.” Your eyes widened, your heart fluttering.

“What are you trying to say, Connie?” You asked, swimming closer to him, your voice filled with concern. Conrad swam closer to you, his hand, holding your waist gently.

With a nervous smile, Conrad let the words spill out, "Y/N, I think I'm in love with you. You're not just my best friend; you're the person who lights up my life. I can't keep these feelings hidden anymore."

Silence settled around them, punctuated only by the gentle lapping of the water against your bodies. Uncertainty mirrored on your face as you absorbed Conrad’s heartfelt confession.

After what felt like an eternity, your eyes softened with understanding. Your lips curved into a tender smile. "Oh, Connie," you said, your voice laced with affection. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words." you pulled him in, hugging him tight.

Relief washed over Conrad as he pulled away, gazed into your eyes, their depths revealing your own hidden feelings. In that moment, time stood still, and all worries vanished. Both of you had taken a leap, transcending friendship into the realm of something more profound.

You embraced in the water, both of your laughter blending with their joyous tears. The pool witnessed your unspoken love, a testament to the bond that had grown between the two of you. He looked you in the eyes before puling you in, “Can I kiss you?” Conrad whispered, his eyes looking at your lips. You bit your lips before nodding, before you knew it, he pressed his lips to yours.

From that moment on, your journey together morphed into a romantic adventure, guided by the strength of your friendship and the beauty of your newfound love.

And so, under the summer sun, Conrad and you continued to swim through life's highs and lows, forever grateful for the day you both found the courage to dive into the depths of your hearts.

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dojunie · 1 year

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MISDIAL; LJN [CH 4 TEASER] PICK UP THE PHONE!

[★]; [MISDIAL MASTERLIST]

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lee jeno x fem!reader

college au

chaptered

slow burn

genre; not-quite-friends to lovers, older brother mark lee, brothers best friend lee jeno, light angst, eventual smut, yn is a menace to society, story/character driven

warnings for this teaser; none

teaser wc: 2k / comment on this post for taglist!

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[a/n] jeno lovers this is for you... thank you all for sticking around through these random long ass hiatus(es?), i promise the full chapter is being worked on and coming soon. here is a longer teaser for your trouble. i love u.

“SO. ARE WE GOING TO TALK ABOUT IT?”

It’s 7:38AM, and Jeno has finally driven for long enough that the Palisades building is no longer looming in his rearview mirror. In a perfect world he’d be heading back to his apartment right now to sleep away the next twelve hours of his life— but Jeno’s life has not been perfect since you moved back to Seoul, and he knows even before Donghyuck finishes speaking that the following conversation is going to be unbearable.

The man in the backseat slurps obnoxiously from the thermos he’s got at his lips. “Frankly, I’m a little suspicious that we’re not already talking about it. Because there is like… no chance neither of you have anything to say about all of that.”

“All of what,” Jaemin thankfully asks, nonplussed. “Your sudden closeness with little Jeon?”

Donghyuck scoffs, taking another loud sip from the borrowed bedazzled cup. The contents held within is fresh brewed coffee courtesy of the small Starbucks Jeon Somi’s has on her kitchen counter, and he’s practically perched on top of the center console because he’s leaning so far forward. “No, prick. Don’t even start. All of that being last fucking night. You know,” he prods very pointedly, “At Wooyoung’s?”

For a split second, Jeno’s mind goes completely elsewhere.

Wooyoung’s. The guy was more Jaemin’s friend than his but he’d been invited to the party anyway, initially with a polite promise to swing by for an hour or two before clearing out to avoid the storm rolling in. Then, a few hours later in Mark’s place, you. Wandering into the apartment none the wiser to his presence, lost and squinting into the depths of your phone; and the only thing Jeno can remember from the seconds before you looked up and shut him out again was wondering how the hell he didn’t notice how much you’d changed.

If he was being honest, it's something that's been bothering him since that night at Nabi Bar. Because… you’d always been cute. Ask anybody with eyes. In highschool you were cute enough that sometimes Jeno didn’t quite understand why no one else seemed to be thinking about it as much as he was. Everything you did made him want to pick you up and shake you like a dog with a new toy. But somewhere along the lines, this…shifted.

“What about Wooyoung’s?” Jaemin sighs. “We were there for like, four hours. You’re going to have to be more—”

“You and Y/N,” Donghyuck says unrepentantly, striking right to the heart of his curiosity. “Mark’s birthday up in the woods, the lake house, whatever the fuck happened there. Y/N’s truth or drink question. To be specific.”

Jeno isn’t the best at understanding his own feelings, and he’ll admit that easily. So if he’s being serious about when he first realized something had shifted, when he noticed that something was undeniably different about you— he’d, coincidentally, also have to point a finger towards the weekend they all spent at the lake house. It was the first time he’d seen you in nearly four months. He’d shown up at Mark’s place with the van full of guys and hung out downstairs in the same living room that he used to spend every afternoon screwing around in before college came and whisked them all away, and waited for you and Mark to come down. And— And, he’s not proud of this, but— Well.

Well, when you did eventually reveal yourself, when you finally found his eyes amongst the crowd of his friends perking up at your arrival… he’d kind-of been expecting a bigger reaction.

He’d been working out more, is all. And he’d grown his hair out for the first time since he was a little kid, and had finally grown accustomed to the pokey, itchy world of contacts. He looked different. He felt different. He’d just finished his first year of college and was definitely feeling a little too cool about it. And in highschool you used to look at him like he had done something great for just simply existing— so he’d been ready for you to all but drop when you saw him now— but you’d run your gaze over Jeno for what felt like half a second before turning to Renjun, smiling widely at this new guy like you’d been waiting to meet him and only him.

And he remembers being… confused.

That had been the first clue that something about you (or, maybe, something about him) had changed.

“Na Jaemin. You are absolutely not going to sit here and not explain what the hell she was talking about.”

“It was over a year ago,” Jaemin replies belatedly. The tense beat of silence that followed Donghyuck’s question was nothing to be envied, but Jeno almost instantly preferred that to actually hearing… this. Whatever this is about to be. “And you heard her. There’s nothing to explain. She was getting over someone, I was getting over someone, and like most stupid teenagers do, we did the only thing that came to mind—”

“Okay but you understand that she’s not like most stupid teenagers, right? You hooked up with Mark’s little sister. On his birthday. At his birthday party. Did you have a death wish? Why are you both acting like this isn’t breaking goddamn news?”

“Because it isn’t news,” Jaemin mutters sharply, starting to sound a little agitated. “For a myriad of reasons. Can you please not phrase it like I was trying to seduce the Virgin Mary?”

“I’m not phrasing it like anything! I just… I mean, you’re not seriously going to pretend like this isn’t absolutely insane, right?”

“What about two people hooking up is so insane to you?”

Donghyuck seems flabbergasted by this. “Jaemin. Everything. Everything about it is insane. Because it’s not just two people ‘hooking up’. Of all the people on earth you could have— and trust me, the number of options you have is high, I’ve heard some of the shit the girls on campus say about you— you chose her? The single person on this earth that Mark would flay you alive for even—”

Jaemin snaps his eyes to the rearview mirror, and Donghyuck’s words cut a little short. He’s reached the end of his rope.

“Donghyuck, is Y/N a human being to you?”

A very, very stagnant second passes.

“Or is she just some attachment to Mark, some little doll with no will or power of her own? You realize that this is why she hates being around us so much, right? Why she’s never around in her own apartment? Did you even notice that you’ve only ever said her name once in this whole bullshit conversation? Do you know what you’ve been calling her?”

Jaemin’s question hangs in the air like a physical weight.

Mark’s little sister. That’s what Donghyuck had been mindlessly referring to her as. The realization hits Jeno like a punch— his hand tightens around the steering wheel with immediate guilt; guilt for not even noticing how interchangeably they’d all been using the words in the first place and, much deeper down, knowing that even if Jaemin wasn’t talking to him, Jeno was definitely the worst culprit in the vein of only seeing you as an extension of your brother.

That’s basically what you’d told him on the balcony before you left and took half of his spirit with you.

“Jae... that’s not what I meant,” Donghyuck says, sufficiently scolded. All the gossip-seeking enthusiasm has drained from his voice. Now he just sounds sorry. “You know that’s not what I meant. That’s not how any of us see her.”

“I know that,” Jaemin replies quietly, returning his gaze to the window. “She doesn’t.”

They ride in silence for almost a whole block before Jaemin sighs.

“If you want to know so bad, freak— she found me after I got off the phone with Jurin for the last time. Sometime while you guys were off gathering wood for the campfire.”

For a moment Jeno genuinely doesn’t know what he’s talking about. A millisecond later Donghyuck perks up from the backseat though, and that’s never a good thing.

“At… At the lake house?” he says tentatively.

“At the lake house,” Jaemin nods.

Shit, Jeno thinks. Fuck.

“Y/N found out that she and I broke up, I found out that she was having guy problems of her own, and we basically had compliment-time to make each other feel better. The next time I saw her was when you guys left to go camping and we stayed back. I was watching a movie in the living room and she asked if she could join me because she couldn’t sleep, and— And after that you can put two and two together. That’s it.”

“Prude,” Donghyuck mutters. When Jaemin shoots him another look in the mirror though, he’s the perfect picture of innocence. “—Is what I would have said, if you were talking about any other girl, ha ha. Anyway! Did you guys kiss?”

Jeno's arms tense up so quickly that he almost swerves into oncoming traffic.

“Fucking hell—! Hey! You’ve got precious cargo back here, jackass!”

“Pothole,” Jeno grunts.

He’s lying through his teeth. But it’s the only thing he could think of. There’s no such thing as a pothole out here— they’re in Gangnam, on a main goddamn road, but he can almost feel Jaemin’s eyes on the side of his face, so keeps his eyes sharply forward despite the fact that his ears are no doubt already starting to flush pink from discomfort.

“I’m not telling you that,” Jaemin replies after a second. “Voyeur.”

“What? What type of sense does that make? You two literally fucked on our communal couch, but asking about a kiss is too—”

Even if it feels like every nerve instantly lights ablaze under his skin from this comment, Jeno is much better about controlling his expression this time around. It probably wouldn’t have mattered because in the moment after the words left Donghyuck’s mouth Jaemin whirled around in his seat to pinch him, a sharp grab at his thigh that had the boy yowling in surprise— and then immediately thereafter, agony, because Jaemin’s strength is nothing to sneeze at.

“Listen to me very carefully,” Jaemin hisses. “Firstly, don’t be crass, before I actually pinch you where it hurts. And secondly, not a word of this is leaving this car. Do you understand, Lee Donghyuck? If you tell anybody—”

“Okay, okay!” Donghyuck cries out. “Fuck, do you have razors under your nails?! I think I’m bleeding!”

“If anyone asks me anything about the lake house in the next few days that’s only what's first to come,” Jaemin replies darkly. “I’m serious. You can laugh about it all you want but we all know exactly how Mark is going to react if he finds out, and I’m not interested in playing the odds on whether he ends my life via strangulation or vicious beating.”

Donghyuck mutters to himself, still rubbing at the spot where Jaemin sniped him. He’s thinking of ways to reassure Jaemin, probably. (Or so Jeno hopes, because the younger him could have surely used some reassurance that Mark possibly wouldn’t have tried to kill him where he stood if, back in highschool, he’d ignored your brother's wishes entirely and actually told you how he felt.)

Jeno is probably listening even harder than Jaemin when Donghyuck simply whistles and says, “Remember when we all watched him punch that watermelon in half during spirit week? Back in our senior year, when they were still finding chunks of it a week later in, like, the ceiling rafters and shit? I think my money is on him beating you to death.”

And on that very positive note, Jeno flicked his turn signal on and coasted into the lane that would take them right back to SNU.

[thanks for reading! full chapter coming sooooon ♡]

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