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Andie Anderson 'How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days' style guide
as requested by @cursemyexistences ♡♡♡
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i really, really love kate hudsons natural hair. just the colour, the waves and the cut.... its gorgeous. back to the outfit, this is pretty plain and basic but in a good way. i kind of like how she folds the jeans down lol
black hoodie
this tube top and maxi skirt combo
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very carrie bradshaw. though, they are both writers with great style
Striped shirt
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the baby blue is really pretty and it's perfect for the office
soft greys
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again, with the business-y looks. i also think that the second one reminds me of carrie bradshaw again.
grey dress
the iconic yellow dress
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felt the need to add extra pictures because it's just so stunning
i hope you like it @cursemyexistences 💛💛
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thewinchestah · 2 months
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"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic
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Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader
Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Word Count: i lost count. it's big.
  | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!
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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths. 
He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.
Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you. 
He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes  glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel  just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room. 
“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.”  Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head 
“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.
“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.
“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie” 
As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming. 
“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.
“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness. 
Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.
And as quick as it started, it was over. 
Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away. 
It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place. 
“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”
Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon. 
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They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it. 
Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair. 
Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward. 
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You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen. 
Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine. 
“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.
Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile. 
Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.  
“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first. 
He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin. 
Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-
“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me” 
You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed  you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors. 
This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”. 
“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash. 
He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.
the door locks behind you.
 if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class. 
“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence. 
“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out 
“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room” 
Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.
Twice now, in a sing-song voice.
Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???
“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.
 “I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?” 
Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?
“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-
“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”
You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it. 
Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission. 
“Take my breath away, Alastor” 
Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious. 
Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back. 
“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.
It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.
Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard. 
You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.
 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.
“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie
“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it. 
“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.
“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.
He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.
“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him. 
His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.
“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing 
“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him,  making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be  begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down. 
Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. 
“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started” 
his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper
“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way” 
Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs. 
His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver. 
Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control. 
The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.
You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.
Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined  he would, if he had more time to work on you. 
You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much. 
“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more. 
The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you. 
Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure. 
He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.
Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.
“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”
You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.
“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.
 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief “you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.
Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.
“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”
Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame” 
He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this  pain of being broken feels good. 
Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face. 
Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.
Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth. 
“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”
You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this”  Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”
You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice 
“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again
“Good girl, you can come now”
instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back  when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture. 
You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep. 
The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”
You might be dreaming now.
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You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.
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summer | s. es
boyfriend!eunseok x virgin!reader | 4.4k words
a request i received about losing your virginity to your boyfriend eunseok. this is was really fun and incredibly tender to write as usual i got carried away…inspired by the song summer by the carters…anon i hope you like!
contains: nothing just very soft sex hehe
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you didn’t know what time of day it was. all you knew was that the sun was awake, filtering through the thin curtain basking the soft bed you laid on in warmth. you thought about how cold it was at home, imagining yourself trudging along icy paths trying your best not to slip. but here, right now, you were at the sunny and warm beach on a vacation with your beautiful boyfriend. 
eunseok looked so peaceful next to you. you rubbed out the crease in between his eyebrows, brought on by stress and endless expectations. if it was one thing eunseok was good at, it was hiding how stressed he was. he was excellent at his job, but the constant need to perform at his best weighed down on him. he seemed to always forget he was so young with so many responsibilities. too many. so when he had an opportunity to release some of that stress with a break in his schedules, you practically had to beg him to do it. you could tell he was reluctant, but the moment he touched the bed of the resort he was out like a light. he slept like a baby, snoring and splayed out on the king sized bed. that was about 16 hours ago. you were starting to get worried that he might’ve slept himself to death. you laid your head on his chest, just to make sure his heart was still beating.
you could hear the steady rhythm of his heart. when you lifted your head off his chest you saw that eunseok was looking at you. his eyes were squinted adjusting to the light in the room. he started rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands and he let out a loud yawn. you yawned too by effect.
“what time is it?” eunseok asked sleepily. his outstretched arms rested on your body.
“i’m not sure. maybe like 10.” 
“it’s really light outside for the evening time though?” eunseok said, looking outside.
you looked up at him to see if he was joking or not. he had the look of confusion on his face while he looked towards the window.
“baby,” eunseok looked towards you. you couldn’t help but laugh at his confusion “i mean it’s 10 in the morning.”
immediately his eyes widened and he shot up from his spot in bed. you could tell he was still fatigued as reached to his phone for confirmation. he’s lucky you plugged it in for him while he was sleeping like a log. you were right about the time, only off by ten minutes.
“i really slept for fourteen hours?” he sounded amazed and a little horrified.
“it’s closer to sixteen hours, i think.” you say.
eunseok scratched the back of his head as he looked at you. after the initial shock from being asleep for so long subsided his eyes went back to being hooded and sleepy. you felt his exhaustion as he yawned again.
“i’m sorry i was asleep for so long.” eunseok said.
“you needed the rest. i dont mind laying in bed and this villa is so nice there was alot for me to do by myself. don’t apologize for catching up on your sleep.” you said.
it was true you were doing things on your own in the villa. you walked around, looking at the guest room that you knew neither of you would be using. it was funny being at this stage in your relationship with eunseok. it wasn’t like you guys were new to intimacy in any way, kissing and cuddling often. but without going all the way it still kind of felt like you two were still learning each other’s boundaries. but you both had this silent pact that the first time you would have sex it would be something special. so the guest room was something like a precaution, if one of you got tired of the other or a little overwhelmed you could go to that room as an escape. the room wasn’t necessary though; being with eunseok felt like you were on a permanent vacation—always smiling and always relaxed.
you ended up watching television on the couch for awhile. it took awhile clicking through the channels till you found something you liked. then you took a nap and read a book. you had food delivered, ordering two extra servings in case eunseok woke up as famished as you were. you would occasionally look to the bed, making sure eunseok was still alive. each time you looked at him he was in a new sleep position, chest rising and falling. you couldn’t look at him too long without getting embarrassed. seeing eunseok in a state of bless made you feel a little too settled, and you found yourself drifting to sleep too.
when you woke up in the middle of the night you almost launched out of bed. you and eunseok always would end up sleeping in a spooning position at night. it was a part of your nightly routine. there would be several positions you two would circulate through during the night, but something poking into your back pulled you out of your sleep. you turned around in eunseoks’ arms carefully, to not wake him up. he was still fast asleep. you lifted up the sheets and even in darkness you could make out the tent in your boyfriend’s boxers. 
it was hard waiting for the right moment to make a move to take things further. it was hard to find moments of intimacy together like this. somedays it felt like worked pulled you two in opposite directions. it didn’t help that you were shy; so shy to the point that it was usually eunseok who would make the first move. he was the one who kissed you first, the one who held your hand, the one that asked you out. you were grateful that he was always aware of your boundaries, taking good care of you at every turn. but there was something that started off as a tiny ember that stirred into a fire pit in the bottom of your stomach. 
your sexual frustration manifested in gripping eunseok a little tighter, going a little deeper when you kissed. it manifested in your gaze, one that was fixed on glimpses of his toned stomach for a little too long, or when he’d wear outfits you picked out for him. you were insatiable, and in moments like this you felt like your want would eat you alive. regardless of your skin feeling like it was on fire, you took pity on your tired boyfriend. you instead brushed hair away from his face, kissed his forehead, and cuddled back into him.
now it was morning and eunseok was looking at you and you felt that pit returning again.
“are you hungry?” eunseok asked. it felt barbaric to say that you were hungry but for something else. regardless it was true, especially when eunseok gave you a glimpse of his side profile while he looked at his phone.
“i had some food delivered. there’s extra in the fridge.” you said.
eunseok looked like he was considering getting up from bed. instead he put his phone down and turned back towards you, pulling you into an embrace. he peppered kisses all over your face and you laughed trying to kiss him a million times back.
“i just want to lay in bed with you all day,” eunseok said “but i want to go to the beach.”
you looked outside the flowing blinds to the beachfront. you couldn’t lie about feeling it call to you. eventually you were able to pull eunseok out of bed. you both ate, laughing over how long eunseok slept.
after eating, you guys changed into your swim attire and headed to the beach. your bikini fit perfectly. the way eunseok looked at you when you came out told you he wasn’t admiring the floral pattern of your bra.
“have i seen that set before,” eunseok said casually. you did a quick spin to show off everything. when you made your way around him again he had blush across his cheeks “i think i would’ve remembered it.”
“i’ve been hiding it. you like?” you say innocently. it feels like your heart is about to beat out of your chest.
eunseok starts walking over to you. he has a smile on his face, the type of smile that makes your face feel hot and your body feel fuzzy. 
“i like it alot actually.” eunseok says, standing in front of you. when you look up he gives you a simple peck on the cheek. he holds your hand as he leads you to the beach.
you and eunseok spend all day playing in the sand and drinking mai tai’s. you reflect on how happy you are to be here with him and to be his. the fire in your stomach burns for a different reason when you see him watching you carefully when you swim deeper from the shore. you beckon to him and he swims to you almost immediately. its like you two are alone in the center of the world floating around one another holding hands. 
“we’re like otters.” eunseok says. you can’t help but laugh at how serious he is when he says it. you don’t see it but eunseok looks at you laughing and a smile appears on his face.
you don’t return back to the villa until it’s dark. you both come back drained from the beach, the gentle waves lulling you to sleep. when you two lay on the bed you can still hear the waves crashing on the beach.
“i had alot of fun with you today.” you say. you lay next to eunseok on the bed. he still makes you so nervous you have to keep your eyes trained on something else when you get sentimental with him. you focus on the ceiling. you play with the hem of your night gown. 
“i had alot of fun too,” eunseok grabs your hand that plays with the hem of your dress. “sorry for sleeping. i’ve been so accustomed to working i didn’t know how tired my body was.”
you turn towards him, only to find out he was already looking at you.
“eunseok please don’t apologize. you overwork yourself. you deserve to sleep.” 
eunseok laid there looking at you. 
“do i have something on my face?” you said.
“i love you.” eunseok said simply. 
“i love you too.” you said back to him. 
eunseok sat up, at the end of the bed. he reached out his hand and pulled you into him.
“you actually do have something on your face.” eunseok said, looking at your lips.
“where?” you asked.
as his answer, eunseok went to your cheek and placed a kiss there. he pulled away laughing. he put a gentle hand on your neck, one that helped him tilt your head to the side.
“here too.” eunseok said placing a kiss on your jaw. he pulled away after that kiss, looking to you.
“what about here?” you asked, pointing at your neck. 
“mhmm.” eunseok laughed, kissing your neck. he stayed in that place and you could feel his hot tongue laving the area. you sighed contently, both of your hands going to grip his shoulders. he brought you closer, eventually his lips traveled to yours, placing a kiss. you were so excited you instantly deepen the kiss. you can’t get enough of feeling his tongue lick your lips, touching his tongue to yours. before you know it, you’re moaning into the kiss and eunseok bites your lip. he pulls away first, looking you up and down.
“a little pent up baby?” eunseok grips your thigh. he’s dangerously close to your center and you squirm under his touch. your mind can barely process all the things you want him to do to you. eunseok retreats his hand, bringing it down to your knee.
“you know, we don’t have to do anything. i’m more than happy to kiss you.” eunseok says, eyeing you carefully.
you slowly put your hands over eunseok’s and move them where they were before. you try tell him what you want through body language, that you want him to touch you all over. 
“i need to hear you say what you want,” eunseok says. “for me, please.” he smiles at you and all your nerves melt off your shoulders. you pull his hand even further up, until his hand rests in the space where you thigh and center meet.
“i want you so bad, eunseok.” you can barely say it above a whisper. 
eunseok hears you clearly and fully rests his hand over your heat. his lips attach to your neck and you gasp. your body is tingling in excitement. 
“i’ve wanted you for so long,” eunseok say in between kisses on your neck. “never wanted to pressure you baby but there were some nights all i wanted to do was show you how much i want to take care of you.” 
“me too,” you say. “but you already take such good care of me.” you pant. although your brain is already being consumed with eunseok, you cant act like he isn’t thinking of you every chance he gets. eunseok has a talent of being stoic and calm, but you can always feel him looking at you. the way he leads you through crowds of people with a gentle guiding hand on the small of your back. the way he always buys you a snack when he’s out, or something that reminds him of you. eunseok is never not taking you into consideration.
“i mean in a different way.” eunseok has a hand slightly underneath the hem of your shirt. he looks up to you from your neck. “can i show you?”
you nod your head and before you know it, eunseok is touching your breast. it shouldn’t feel so good, he’s touched you like this before. but the implication of more has you leaning your head back and whimpering. eunseok helps you lean your whole body back until you’re laying on the bed. he starts trailing kisses from your neck lower and lower down your body. you lift your shirt, giving him access to kiss your stomach. the whole time eunseok looks at you. you know it’s so he can be locked into your facial expressions, to give him an indicator of what’s too much and not enough. his gaze is only making you dizzier, amplifying all of his ministrations on you. your back is arching off the bed by the time he makes it to your mid thigh. 
he kisses and sucks on the skin, and you are trying to suppress the moans that threaten to spill out. eunseok smiles against your skin.
“you’re so cute.” he says as he continues down your body. eunseok kisses your calf and works his way to your feet. he massages and kisses your ankle. 
“you’re really taking your time.” you say.
“i want to kiss and worship every part of you. you’re perfect.” eunseok says simply. it’s just that easy for him to praise you. 
when eunseok finally starts working his way back up your legs, you feel like you’re about to jump out of your skin. when he gets to your mid-thigh, he stops and looks up at you.
“can you take your shorts off for me, baby?” eunseok asks. 
you nod quickly, lifting your hips off the bed so eunseok can help you. your shorts are placed on the bed next to you, and eunseok slightly pulls you towards him so your lower half is hanging off the edge of the bed. eunseok grabs your hand and pulls you up. once you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, he lowers himself back down in between your legs.
“i want to make you feel good.” eunseok says, looking at your unclothed center. he lifts your legs until your feet are resting on the edges of the bed frame. you lean back on your arms, trying not to pass out. eunseok’s proximity to your heat has you already seeing stars.
“please.” you say simply, not sure what you’re begging for.
without saying anything else, eunseok brings a finger to swipe up your vagina. he puts his glistening finger in his mouth. the sight has you leaning all the way back on the bed. you can feel eunseok place a kiss to your pussy. you feel his wet tongue, the same that was just in your mouth is now in places you’ve dreamed about it being. you look down at eunseok, and you can see him reaching for your hands. he grabs one of your hands to hold it, and he leads your other hand to his hair, so you can grip his brown hair. when you experimentally pull at his strands, he gets even more aggressive with eating you out, tonguing your vagina. you cant hold back your moans, especially when eunseok starts sucking on your clit and adds another finger. you can feel the fire that burns in your belly turn white and you grip eunseoks’ hand even tighter.
“eunseok i’m close.” you whimper. eunseok moans an mhmm into your pussy and pulls you closer. 
you barely have any stability as you let out a final moan. you ride into his face, and eunseok moves your legs to rest on his shoulders. you act purely on impulse trying to ride out the feeling of euphoria. you feel your thighs close in on eunseoks head and your back arches off the bed. he takes everything in stride, keeping his fingers inside of you and lips on your clit. 
you have to push him away with a weak hand before eunseok pulls away from you.
“you alright babe?” eunseok says it way to casually, especially with the bottom half of his face covered in you. all you can do is scoot yourself back on the bed and motion for him to come to you.
eunseok comes to you on the bed and pulls you into his chest. you kiss him, tasting what you two made together. you’re entranced by the taste of yourself on his tongue. you play with the waistband of his pants until you finally get the courage to dip your hand underneath. you grab his dick in your hand, experimentally squeezing. eunseok puts a hand up your shirt, squeezing your breast. you think about how you could stay like this forever, feeling up your boyfriend. you squeeze him a little tighter. eunseok pulls away.
“can i see it?” you ask. you’re pushing down his pants for him. “i think about it all the time.”
when you get eunseok’s pants off, you are surprised by his size. you never doubted he would be big based on how tall he was, but you had your doubts if you’d even be able to take it now. 
“you’re big.” you grab his length again, stroking him. eunseok leans back on the bed and lets out a sigh. he closes his eyes in bliss as you continue to stroke him. 
when you try to move your body down to his dick, to give eunseok the same thing he gave you, his eyes shoot open to look at you.
“i won’t last if you do that.” eunseok says.
“i want to, though.” you say. eunseok kisses your pout. he gathers your hair into his hand and does and light tug. he tuts and lets your hair fall back down.
“we have plenty of time for that later,” eunseok moves you from your side to your back. he reaches to the bedside drawer to pull out a condom.
“can i put it on you?” you say quickly. eunseok nods, handing you the foil packet.
you open up the packet and take out the latex condom. its a little slippery, you never thought they’d put lube on the condoms. you look to the condom and then to eunseok’s dick. you suddenly feel very unprepared. eunseok sits up and pinches the tip of the condom.
“you can put it on the tip then just roll it down.” eunseok says. you look at him and he has a smile on his face. you also noticed the creeping blush on his cheeks.
“how do you know that?” you ask.
“i actually watched a video.” eunseok says with a straight face. you can’t help but laugh at how serious it is and eunseok joins you.
you follow his instruction. while you roll the condom all down his shaft, eunseok kisses you. his hand gripping the sheets doesn’t go unnoticed. 
when you are done, eunseok leads you back down on the bed beside him. he brings himself on top of you. “i really want to be inside of you right now.”
although you are more than ready, in fact you’ve been ready, you can’t stop yourself from feeling a twinge of anxiety. what if he doesn’t fit? what if it doesn’t feel good? 
a million hypotheticals rush through your head. once eunseok kisses your forehead, it’s like they instantly disappear from your mind. he interlaces his fingers to yours before kissing the back of your hand. 
you grab eunseok’s length with a touch his throbbing in your hand. eunseok places his hand over yours and you both guide him to your entrance. once he’s there, you instinctively wrap your arms around him. he’s stable and solid above you, and you think about how he’s always someone you can lean on.
“i love you so much.” you say. you’re almost embarrassed, saying something that was meant for your inner thoughts. eunseok places a sweet kiss to your forehead.
“i love you, too.” eunseok says. he shifts an arm underneath you, so you two are chest to chest.
“tell me if it hurts. i’m going to go slow.” eunseok looks in your eyes. you nod back, trying to let out a deep breath and relax.
eunseok keeps his word as he slowly sinks into you. you cant stop yourself. you instinctively grip harder onto eunseok’s back, letting out a whine. you can’t lie and say it doesn’t feel uncomfortable as he stretches out your walls. eunseok drops his head into your neck as he keeps going. you hold onto him tighter, and eunseok makes a sound you’ve never heard him make when he’s all the way in.
“is this okay?” eunseok lifts his head from your neck to look at you.
“yeah.” you squeak. you can feel your walls close in on him because of the way he’s speaking to you and you can tell he feels it too because he lets out another one of those sounds. you feel driven to keep pulling that sound out of him; something between a groan and a gasp. you clench around him again.
“you’re so tight. holy shit.” eunseok says, dropping his head back into your neck. you can’t control the clenching now, your body acting on its own accord in response to eunseok. “can i keep going?”
“yes. please.”
when eunseok pulls his hips back to drive back into you just as slow, you abandon trying to be quiet. you feel sorry for your neighbors as you pants turn to moans when the uncomfortableness melts into pleasure. before you know it eunseok is rocking into you at a steady pace, and you can’t control the sounds you make anymore.
“that’s my girl.” eunseok says pulling back and snapping his hips into you. you moan and dig your nails into his back as a response.
“eunseok. k-keep going.” you say. you know he has no plans of stopping, but you might combust if eunseok pulls away from you.
his pace increases, and you feel a churning feeling all over. that fire had been put out what building up even more. the fire went around your whole body, and told you to hike your leg up over eunseok’s shoulder. 
the new angle has you seeing stars and leave eunseok moaning against your mouth when he tries to kiss you. he puts a hand on your thigh to help give you balance as his thrusts get deeper and deeper. 
“i’m close.” you moan.
“me too.” eunseok moans. he lets your leg fall back down and pulls you closely to him again. eunseok thrusts harder into you, and he drops a hand to rub revolutions on your clit. you hold onto his bicep, digging crescent moons into his skin.
eunseok kisses you all over. your mind is operating at half speed giving him delayed kisses back. all you can hear is eunseok telling you he loves you and compliments fall from his lips like it’s second nature. all you can think about is the sound of skin against skin. 
you wish you could tell him you were about to show him how well he had taken care of you, but your orgasm hits you like a wall of flowers. you clench around eunseok repeatedly and wrap your legs around his waist. eunseok only gives you a few more quick thrusts before he’s experiencing euphoria of his own. you both ride oh your highs, gasping and moaning against each other and you move your hips, trying to prolong the feeling. you can feel your boyfriend pulse inside of you one last time as his weight gets a little heavier on top of you.
when eunseok pulls back you take in all of his features again. his tousled hair, red cheeks and ears, the way his lips are all plump and swollen. you kiss him again, and keep kissing him until he pulls out of you.
eunseok keeps kissing you as he slides off the bed. he doesn’t break the kiss until he has to—to stand up and tie off his condom. he disappears into the bathroom but is back just as fast, getting into the sheets next to you.
eunseok find your pajama bottoms and helps put them back on you. you help him back into his pants. you both have the covers over you, making sure you both are comfortable. you both settle in next to each other, your head tucked underneath eunseoks’ chin. you think about all the things you want to say to him. how good he’s always made you feel and how much you love him. eunseok thinks about how beautiful you are inside and out, how being the thought of being apart from you makes him want to stay in this villa forever. instead, you both drift off to sleep listening to the waves crash on the sand.
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dancetheblues333 · 4 months
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jily x how to lose a guy in 10 days (aka the most jily romcom to ever romcom change my mind)
inspired by @meriyart
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dazed-hee · 1 year
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Love and War in 30 Days
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pairing: heeseung x fem!reader
synopsis: Being a journalism major your goal was to make your mark in your school’s monthly magazine as a headliner on the front page, unfortunately, headlining columns usually consisted of superficial reviews for drama-fueling consumers. As the last resort to claim your position, you volunteered to write about the hardest issue you’d have to draft to date. Heeseung an oh-so-charming business major decided the only way he can break through with his proposal campaign is to prove he has the skills to sell anyone anything, even if it meant love.  Heeseung promised he’d do anything if it meant a chance at a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What happens when you try to lose a guy in thirty days, but he tries to make you love instead? 
word count: 25.5k ( i’m so sorry)  not proof read completely! 
warnings/tags: collegeau, mutual pinning, comedyISH, suggestive at some parts (NOTHING CRAZY), slight angst, cursing, drinking, families are annoying, Y/N is kinda crazy idk LOL, lmk if I’m missing something!
author’s note: If you’ve seen the movie How to Lose a Guy in 10 days this fic is heavily influenced by it! AHHHHH. Ofc I modernized it and have changed the plot completely but many of the major points are reference to the movie. Lmk if you can catch some of the easter eggs hehe. Since this is a very very long fic I prob won’t be doing any long fics for a bit (im a liar tho) pls lmk what you think! I divided the fic into parts to easier navigate!! I was a little hesitant at first since this is an inspired fic but nonetheless im posting . >.<  reblogs and likes are encouraged and I would love to see what y’all think! I read all comments and reblogs so pls leave me some feedback hehe, this has been one of my fav write ups so please enjoy <3
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“This is perfect Y/N.” Mrs.Park grinned looking through the draft you wrote as the red lipstick which was slightly smeared caught your eye. It was a hit as expected. Writing has been your passion for as long as you could remember, from your daily diary sessions to writing for your high school paper for all four years, your love for journalism grew the more you learned about your passions and interest. You took pride in your work. Being the most recognized university publisher around you assumed the moment you applied as a writer enabled you to numerous sources and opportunities to deepen your passion for social issues along with others writers who felt the same. 
“This is almost better than the piece you wrote about the best wardrobe essentials for the season!” She gasped pushing her gold frames up, well most well-respected fashion publisher. It’s your third year as a journalism major and you have yet been allowed to publish something you truly wanted to write about that didn’t consist of campus social gatherings and product reviews. With a tight smile you clasped your hands together as she placed the rough draft down on her desk, a satisfied grin on her face.
“Good enough for me to write about whatever I want?” You asked with optimism watching her wave in the other writers to enter the room before taking off her glasses. “If by whatever you mean the next festival and upcoming Decelis sportswear launch then yes!” Your smile immediately dropped noting how Chaewon rubbed your back comforting your deflated posture. 
“But it is good enough to get you on that front page so keep working hard.” She winked causing your expression to brighten slightly. As the other writers quickly came in, the meeting started with Mrs.Park asking about topics for next month’s release. “Alright since we’re transitioning from winter to spring I think we need to come out with something fresh, something we’ve never done before…” She crossed her legs writing on her clipboard small notes on things people were presenting. Something fresh? What was fresh about student drama concerning who was dating who, or a review about the newest restaurant down the street from the student union? Raising your hand slightly your peers turned silent as Mrs.Park looked up at you with anticipation. 
“Instead of doing active columns maybe we should publish things people can find useful in day-to-day life, like advice?” You blinked watching as her lips pursed in concentration. 
“Like ‘How To’s-’, people always search for advice and instructions, so why don’t we slowly turn our approach to an inclusive audience because our readers are most likely students who have questions on normal topics like fashion, dating and many other things.” You explained noting Chaewon who agreed with a nod as she scrolled through her tablet. Mrs.Park always had this unreadable look on her face aside from the moments you would present the publishable work that she liked. In other words, you might’ve presented a really shit idea that could get you kicked out the meeting.
Playing with your fingers, Ms Park scribbled on her clipboard, lips pressed in a line before looking up at you again. “Y/N you never fail to amaze me that is a brilliant idea!” She exclaimed, letting out a shaky breath you smiled softly at her compliment. “Not only can we provide advice but we can write columns about our opinions on matters to get conversations going.” She pointed her pen, understanding your perspective a little deeper. 
“Like a forum, but instead it’ll be talked about among the students and it’ll get them to buy the next issue!” she clapped encouraging your peers to clap as well. You simply nodded slowly watching Chaewon winked at you for a job well done. “So what will be the first write-up? We need it to be a must-read to gain curiosity from the public.” She stood up walking to her desk to grab her coffee, everyone looked around silently. After noticing no one was willing to speak she called on one of your peers who deliberately was looking away trying not to get called on.
“I’m sorry Mrs.Park I’m not that experienced in these types of topics so I can’t form good examples..” she shook her head gripping the notebook in her lap. “What are you talking about you just broke up with your boyfriend.” Her friend brought up causing everyone to gasp apologetically. She embarrassingly shook her head stating it was just a situationship that didn’t even last a month. 
“That’s perfect we can write about your failed relationship so that other students who’ve been through the same thing can relate!” She clapped as your peers stared at her in shock. 
“Oh she is terrible,” Chaewon whispered eyes wide as she watched the speechless girl shake her head claiming she didn’t want to be the laughingstock of the column. Mrs.Park simply nodded, a finger on her chin as she listened to the girl explain with all due respect that she didn’t want her personal life of not being able to keep a relationship to be a main story. 
“And I completely understand why you don’t want to write about it,” she sighed, sitting down in her chair before looking around the room.
“So if you won’t write it who is willing to write about her failed experience?” Yeah, this woman was evil. Biting your lip you knew it was a risky offer to take up, but if anything you were giving yourself an opportunity for that front page along side saving a friend’s pride while at it. Raising your hand again Mrs.Park nodded towards you to continue. 
“Um, may I say, many young people these days… don’t know how to keep a relationship or start one in the first place. A lot of what people are doing wrong are things they don’t realize so I’m proposing…” glancing at Chaewon briefly, your eye twitched as she shook her head, alarmed knowing where you were going with your proposal; yeah it was a bad idea but it was worth a shot you had nothing to lose. 
“I’m proposing that I’ll use my own experiences to write a piece about the classic mistakes people tend make which results in failed relationships or situationships,” Chaewon whispered under her breath about you being crazy as Mrs.Park’s grin grew on her face. 
“I’ll try to get a story and write an almost anti-How To piece on dating.” You struggled to finish your sentence as Mrs.Park nodded the grin on her lips spreading into a smile as she chuckled slightly her arms crossed after putting the clipboard down on her lap. You glanced at the girl who was mouthing you a grateful thank you as you nodded 
“A what not to do column…” she clapped standing up ushering everyone out. “You have my permission I’ll be expecting a draft on my desk on the due date.” 
“And where is this experience you speak of Y/N?” Chaewon asked leaning against your desk watching you hastily zip your shoulder bag. Groaning you placed your hands on her shoulder realizing the weight of pressure you now had on your own. It’s not that you had no experience, you just didn’t have enough to write a column worthy enough for a front-page opener. 
Watching as your peers leave one by one all you could do was sigh running your hand through your hair feeling the headache catching on. This just meant you had a little over 30 days to find a boy, date him, and drive him away all while writing the best piece that’ll get you that freedom to write whatever you wanted. 
“If only the Decelis newspaper had funds you wouldn’t have to fight against wanna-be fashion bloggers to write what you really wanted.” She frowned staring at you sympathetically. It was true if it weren’t for the lack of funds and resources the weekly newspaper received, you wouldn’t have signed up for the magazine publisher in the first place. You figured joining the magazine meant being able to change what’s published, even if it meant slowly you were willing to take the setback, but three years in and you were still writing about lifestyle how-tos and if bleaching your hair actually makes you dumber. 
You met Chaewon during your first week here, she was a fashion major which helped her very adequate resume to become one of the most popular fashion journalist. She caught on that you weren’t here to write about fashion the moment you asked her why some people care about denim on denim, and to be fair you still didn’t understand but she took you in under her wing anyways. Now the two of you were inseparable outside of the publishing building as you were there, without her you were sure you wouldn’t have lasted as long as you did.
“No but seriously does this mean you’re gonna have to find a boy this week?” She asked as the both of you walked to your condo. “Yeah I don’t know if I can just fake it this time, I’ve only dated one person and it wasn’t even bad!” You groaned reminiscing about your early college relationship. It was cute, you both learned and grew a lot from the year-long relationship till you both concluded it was better to be friends. Other than that you had no time to dedicate to dating, for one you weren’t actively putting yourself out there, and second many of the students here were apart of hook-up culture not ready for commitment. You focused all your effort and attention on your writing and in no time, you were one of the top publishers in your team having the most issues chosen to be finalized and published. 
You’ve had your fair share of talking around, no one just tickled that part of your brain to go any further than the talking stage so you just stopped. Sometimes you believed you just weren’t meant for dating, not that you haven’t found the right person, it was more like you weren’t the right person. “All I’m hearing is we’re partying this weekend!” Chaewon exclaimed excitedly walking out of the elevator first as it reached her floor. You groaned as she winked hopping out of view planning who knows what in that little head on hers. 
“Hi Miso…” You greeted the tuxedo kitten by the door the moment you stepped inside. His small meows made you smile as you went to the kitchen to prepare his dinner. Following closely behind you the small cat rubbed against your leg as you placed his bowl down. You were just looking after your neighbor's cat when she had night shifts as a nurse, it was a good stress reliever but not enough sometimes. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep doing this, for the past semester you’ve been exploring other options for majors and going as far as looking at other prestigious universities that had amazing journalism and communication programs. That was the last resort you told yourself, you didn’t want to move away from your parents but if that’s what it takes then you only hoped they supported you. Writing these columns wasn’t going to help your career after you graduated, maybe if you were to go into the fashion industry but you weren’t. You couldn’t help but feel like this was all a waste of time, desperate wasn’t an exaggeration anymore at this point. 
Maybe your parents were right, they’ve always said picking your major was a life or death situation and you wouldn’t understand until it was looking at you in the eye. Only you realized what they meant wasn’t about your living situation in the first place; it was a life or death with the passion for your work, doesn’t matter how much you loved what you did it’s not going to pay you at the end of the day. You’ll start resenting the same thing you swore you loved doing, somehow you were always against that mindset but the deeper you were thrown into the pool of vulnerability the more you understood. Dozing off on the couch you flinched feeling Miso jump next to you licking your hand as you assumed he was thanking you for a fulfilling dinner. Petting him softly you sighed staring outside the window watching as the city lights twinkled dimly the more you became drowsy. 
You were going to succeed no matter what.
Fixing his tie Heeseung had just finished presenting his proposed project to his professor that he and Jay have been working on for months. “You think everything went well?” Jay asked fixing his watch as the two walked past many duos that have yet to present their proposals. Heeseung was confident, confident in the work he and Jay put in, and confident that in the end, everything would go their way. At the beginning of the semester the two made a pact that they’ll do anything in their power to land themselves that internship turned full-time job at one of the biggest and most successful business firms in Korea. And if they were able to be one of the four picked to work alongside their professor on the upcoming project that dream was in the bag once they graduated. 
“Jay when have we ever lost a campaign since we’re been partners?” He scoffed smiling at one of the girls in line waiting for the interview her eyes watching the way his lips popped in a smirk as she dropped her phone from her grasp. A flirt was an understatement, a casanova would’ve been an overstatement. He was just a lady’s man. Jay couldn’t help but let out a disapproving scoff as his smirk fell the moment the two stopped in front of a pair they were very familiar with. If there were two groups the other students were sure to be successful no matter what, it was Heeseung and Jay as well as Sunghoon and Jake. 
“Shall we go celebrate with dinner?” Sunghoon asked his hands in his trousers as Jake winked at some of the girls passing by them in awe. Heeseung couldn’t help but roll his eyes before walking up to them patting them on the shoulder for a job well done. Sunghoon grinned throwing an arm around Heeseung as Jay and Jake tussled behind them. Friends for sure but enemies when it came to projects and the business field, the two just had very different views and different proposals. It was normal and no hard feelings about it. 
“You think Professor Cho is gonna regret picking us as his final four?” Jake asked loosening his tie as Jay poured everyone a drink to start the night of celebration. After all the interviews were completed all business students were gathered in the main lecture hall as Professor Cho and his assistants choose the four who stood out to them the most and provided viable plans and skills to fulfill the roles needed for his project. And of course, everyone knew who four were to be chosen. Heeseung quirked his brow taking the shot as Jay asked the server for a few more bottles. 
“I mean I was confident we were going to make it.” Sunghoon shrugged crossing his arms after rolling his sleeves up. “Almost as confident as you were with believing you could pull that girl at the party last week?” Jay snickered thanking the server as Jake clapped his hands in glee. Sunghoon rolled his eyes groaning while shaking his head at the memory alone. “Whatever she was impossible even Heeseung couldn’t crack her if he tried.” Sunghoon huffed recalling the hottest girl he’s ever seen blatantly reject him after all he said was a simple hey. If there was something Heeseung wasn’t it was a man who slept around carelessly, not that there was anything wrong with that he just enjoyed the thrill of getting to know someone rather than having one-night stands.
 Heeseung didn’t like to deal with the-day-after repercussions and it was understandable, he just liked to play around a bit, the chase. He couldn’t fathom the idea of being tied down to one person in the long run maybe it was just him being single but he never found a reason to change that opinion. 
“With my skills anything is possible, that’s why I think we should go ahead and start with our business idea.” Heeseung yawned looking at all the tables filled with students happily drinking with one another. “You mean you and Jay’s business idea?” Jake scoffed shaking his head as Sunghoon clenched his jaw, if there was one thing they knew collectively it was that Heeseung was stubborn. Stubborn to the bone and it was hard to change his mind after it’s been made. 
“Our proposal isn’t that risky, it’s better to not be risky since this is our first project for a big company don’t you think?” Jake reasoned as Heeseung chuckled almost amused as he took a bite of the spicy rice cakes.
 “That’s exactly why we shouldn’t because it’s boring. We want to be different off the bat and if it means being risky then so be it.” He shrugged as Jay rolled his eyes watching Jake who took offense immediately. “We’re a team we have to make decisions together.” Jay reminded Heeseung who shrugged taking more bites of food. “Fine let’s make a bet,” Sunghoon announced surprising everyone. Heeseung simply watched as Sunghoon took a shot, the burning liquid running down his throat matching the burning passion he had wanting to prove Heeseung wrong, just once.
“You say your skills can convince anyone of anything right? That includes things in business and debate arguments as such?” Heeseung nodded not understanding why Sunghoon was repeating things like a broken clock. Okay maybe he was too cocky for his own good, Jay thought as his brows furrowed at Heeseung’s blank yet confused expression. 
“Professor Cho said to be in business you need to understand other people mentally and emotionally. Providing and presenting requires an understanding of people and what they want, but I have yet to see you try to understand any girls around you.” Heeseung scoffed, what did any of this have to deal with shit he thought as Sunghoon motioned around them. 
“A lot of women in the business industry are very hard to convince for deals compared to men because they are honestly just smarter, so I doubt you will be able to convince any of them with that bitch of a personality you have.” Heeseung couldn’t help but stay quiet as he listened to the latter. He was upset, not because of what Sunghoon said but because there was some truth to it. As he mentioned before staying single didn’t mean he was available. It just meant he wanted to keep his peace because maybe, just maybe that’s what he believed was best for him. 
“So what are you saying?” Heeseung bit back, a small smirk on his face as Sunghoon nodded satisfied to see he wasn’t denying nor refusing his upcoming offer. “What I’m saying is you’re selling to men. We have a proposal that will sell to both men and women Heeseung. That’s what we’re saying.” Jake chuckled adding to Sunghoon’s argument. Heeseung simply nodded off feeling the buzz of alcohol running through his veins as he rolled up his sleeves further on his forearm. 
“Listen, I respect women and I love them. I love women I really do,” he started off causing Jay to laugh at the slight redness on his neck, he was definitely drunk. “Just because I don’t date doesn’t mean I don’t understand the general wants from them. I respect, listen and understand them which is why I can convince anyone to love what we’re proposing or selling,” he said causing Sunghoon and Jake to share a look unknowingly. 
“Can convince people to love what you’re selling or love you Hee?” Heeseung simply gave them a look, his brow quirked up and his lips in a tight grin, it was a look that answered the question without words. Both. 
“You’re confident I give you that.” Jay chuckled sipping on his drink as Sunghoon nodded looking around the restaurant, 
“So what I’m saying is I want you to prove it.” Mid bite Heeseung paused processing what Sunghoon said, a challenge? Heeseung was never one to back down from a challenge but the way Sunghoon was talking to him made it feel like the man was provoking him. He might not have many experiences past the talking stage but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be successful if he tried. 
“So you believe you can make any woman fall in love with you? I want you to prove it. If you can we’ll go with your business proposal, if not we’ll go with ours.” Heeseung couldn’t help but smirk as Jay cursed under his breath claiming this was a stupid bet that was going to hurt the poor girl in the end. “We’ll choose the lucky girl at the party later tonight yeah? Since you’re so confident we’ll do the honors of picking who.” Jake huffed standing up and as he grabbed his blazer; everyone followed suit. Standing outside the restaurant Heeseung faced Sunghoon who held out a hand for him to take, with a firm shake the group of guys laughed. 
“Deal.” this was going to be fun.
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“I think I should just quit and find a different major.” You groaned feeling Chaewon playing with your outfit as you stood still for her to adjust your skirt and top. She only laughed as the both of you were by the door of whatever frat that was hosting for the weekend. “Just think of this as part of your journalism experience, going out to find sources to develop your story for a more reliable and creditable column.” She tried to cheer you up slapping your butt slightly ushering you to walk in. 
The base of the music drummed through your ears as you felt the instant heat from bodies dancing up against each other, it wasn’t your first party and if anything you and Chaewon went out a lot with your friends. It was just your first party where you had a mission to complete by the end of the night. As the both of you arrived at the bar Chaewon elbowed your side as you looked at her confused. 
“There’s a lot of eyes on you tonight Y/N it looks like all you have to do is pick one and seal the deal.” You rolled your eyes as she giggled handing you a drink she mixed so things would feel a lot less awkward when you actually had to talk to…men. Sure you looked good tonight but you always did, never for anyone else but from being around so many fashion-forward individuals their influence and knowledge rubbed off, in other words, you knew you looked good tonight and it was just helping your situation be a little easier for yourself. Taking a sip of your drink you cringed as the bitter rum filled your taste buds, a splash of fruit punch masking the aftertaste as you chewed on a small piece of a strawberry chunk that was in your drink. 
“Hey how about that guy over here?” she whispered eyes trailing on someone you’ve seen on campus before. “I know him, he has a girlfriend.” You shook your head watching as the boy leaned into a girl whispering something that made her blush horribly as his hand traveled down her back, unfortunately that wasn’t his girlfriend. Chaewon grimaced elevating herself looking around again as you pointed to the other side of the kitchen at one of the taller guys standing with his friends. “What about him?” Chaewon immediately shook her head pulling you into the dark room, the music growing louder with each step you took. “Unless you want to experience the same thing our friend experienced then no…that’s the guy who ended their situationship first.” she cried holding onto her drink as you laughed shaking your head swaying to the music. This was going to be harder than you thought, but you had all night. 
“Alright, who’s going to be the unlucky girl?” Sunghoon hummed as the four stood by the bar after taking a few more shots, the alcohol from dinner wore off way before they stepped inside the party. Heeseung sipped on his drink, the unfamiliar dread in his stomach as his eyes trailed over the crowd of people in front of him. Gosh, this was so fucking stupid. He simply shook his head absentmindedly as the boys threw him options, maybe if he kept saying no they’d just give up. 
“Excuse me.” A small voice pulled him from his thoughts, the smell of jasmine and vanilla slightly trancing him as he noticed someone push past him to the bar. “Fuck what did she mix again…” She was pretty, he couldn’t see her whole face but from her pretty hair and the brief side profile he was able to capture he knew for sure without a doubt. Heeseung couldn’t help but have his eye trail down her outfit past the cute little skirt lifting slightly as she reached across the counter. 
“Y/N!” He watched as the girl turned around looking over her shoulder admiring how her lashes perfectly framed her eyes looking for the person calling out to her. She nodded smiling slightly before grabbing her freshly made drink pushing past the bodies of people in the kitchen her pretty figure disappearing. “Heeseung!” Realizing he was zoning out he turned to Jake who was looking into the crowd a brow raised as Sunghoon and Jay were laughing together. “No way she rejected you again.” Jay laughed hunching over as Sunghoon took another shot. 
“Pretty girl who just left was the one who didn’t let Sunghoon say another word last week and now she asked who he was like she doesn’t remember him.” Jake laughed patting the taller on the back defeated. Heeseung snickered looking into the crowd to find a glance of you again, and he did. There you were laughing with your friend tightly holding onto your cup as the people around you danced eyes twinkling in excitement when a guy or two came over to talk in your ear. “Yeah, there’s no way I’m getting her number.” Sunghoon huffed shaking his head as Jake simply laughed. 
“You just don’t know what you’re doing Hoon.” Heeseung joked bringing his cup to his lips watching you lean in to whisper to one of the guys, your eyes gazing up as the poor boy could only gulp feeling your arm rub against his. “Then we have our choice, Y/N.” Sunghoon clapped. “Shit I guess we should go ahead and prepare for your proposal yeah?” Jay huffed jokingly as Jake nodded with his arms crossed. Smirking with his jaw clenched Heeseung was slightly offended, they thought very little of him. The image of your pretty eyes flashed through his mind again feeling the desire bubble up inside him as he glanced back seeing you now alone waiting for your friend. 
“Okay.” Jay gulped his drink surprised, yet concerned that Heeseung was actually going to go through with this bet instead of saying no and forcing his plan to go through instead. “Okay?” Sunghoon repeated slightly surprised watching Heeseung simply nod chugging his drink before throwing it in the trash bag. 
“Deal is still on yeah?” The guys nodded while Heeseung walked away moving past his peers he really could care less about to be fair. 
Music was a bust, the men were a bust, you figured even if you had to pretend to date someone none of these guys could make you feel like that was even possible. Chaewon had wandered off somewhere a while ago and you were beginning to lose hope for what you came tonight for. 
“Hey.” Your slightly dazed mind acknowledged the taller male who was peering down at you from the side, blocking the colorful lights from the big cheap disco ball hanging on the ceiling with duct tape. His slightly messy styled hair complimented the small smirk on his lips as he leaned one arm against the wall beside you. “Hi.” you shortly replied back feeling the corners of your lips lifting as you took in the way his eyes trailed down your figure, oh if only Chaewon was here now. She would approve and if she didn’t you didn’t care, he was hot. You figured if you were going to experience this dreadful month the least you could do was do it with someone you wouldn’t mind looking at every day. He was a pretty boy, pretty enough that the second this ends he’ll be onto the next, he’s perfect. 
“I’m Y/N..” You broke the silence noting the way the both of you were simply staring at each other, the colorful lights haloing behind him as he watched the way your eyes trailed over his face, catching the bleak of colors that briefly flash across your own while the disco lights moved. “Cute, I’m Heeseung.” he grinned watching as you took a sip of your drink looking away while your eyes scanned the crowd of people in front of you. “Very cute indeed.” You repeated catching the way his posture straightened proudly. 
“I meant your name Heeseung.” You corrected watching as he froze eyes blinking before the grin on his face returned, a chuckle escaping his lips you could barely hear as his head hung low. 
“You know that’s not what I meant though, right?” His voice was laced with charm while he leaned in allowing you to hear him louder as his arm grazed yours. “What’s a beautiful girl like you doing here by yourself hmm?” he hummed, the scent of jasmine and vanilla intoxicating him once again; it was addicting to him, the longer he was around you the more your scent imprinted in his senses. He knew you were playing hard to get but he loved it. How your lips were slightly turned into a coy smile as you gazed up at him making sure the drink in your hand stayed between you two, preventing him from stepping any closer. “Why are you interested?” Heeseung couldn’t help but laugh, you were good.
“Very interested.” Nodding your head his answer you took a sip of your cup as he watched, admiring the way the red strawberries that were mixed with alcohol stained your lips slightly. “Doesn’t really sound like you are though.” your voice light, feeling the effects from the cups you’ve drank tonight complimenting the giddy feeling bubbling in your stomach. You were excited, a little too excited as you felt his fingers touching your cheek pushing away the strand of hair that fell out of place as he leaned in again. 
“You want me on my knees in front of you to prove it?” His question was surprising, the space between you two was almost nonexistent at this point noting how his breath was mixed with mint and vodka. “Only if you’re crazy, are you?” The smirk only widened as he licked the bottom of his lip very surprised that you were matching his energy to the tea. He knew you were going to be a fun one to crack but he never expected you to be this fun. Sunghoon definitely wouldn’t have handled you well at all, you would’ve only pissed him off. 
“Rarely, but I have a feeling you’ll be changing that soon.” Gotcha. He watched as your eyes twinkled in fascination turning towards him as you absentmindedly moved your cup to your side. Taking the opportunity he slipped his hand around your waist pulling you towards him as he bit his lip holding back a smile. “Convinced yet?” Scoffing slightly you couldn’t help but laugh as you felt his fingers playing with the belt of your skirt. “I’m convinced.” You nodded lightly wrapping your free arm around his neck as you pulled him down to whisper in his ear. 
“Don’t you think you should take me out to dinner first pretty boy? You’re moving a bit too fast for my liking.” Heeseung simply inhaled a deep breath, the heat from your neck mixed with the sweet scent almost caused his knees to buckle alone. He was still processing what you said as the wires in his brain sparked, it was just too much for him. However, the moment he no longer felt you beside him he snapped his head around to see you leaving out the front door with your friend; not even sparing a glance to look at him once.
It was a success in his book, not only did he get you to say more than one word to him (what Sunghoon went through kinda scared him), but you now knew of his existence, and you’d come back to him in no time. 
“Fuck.” he realized he forgot to ask for your number.
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“You didn’t give him your number?” Chaewon exclaimed as the two of you packed up for the day. You made sure to bid goodbye to the others as they rushed out of the building before Mrs.Park could hold them any longer. After telling her about your successful night this past weekend you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself. Nodding your head you pushed the pen you were holding behind your ear as the two of you walked out of the building. 
“He knows my name and if he cares enough he’ll find me. If he doesn’t then we know it wouldn’t have lasted a week if all he wanted was a one-night stand.” You huffed as Chaewon nodded slowly understanding your reasoning with awe. For someone who doesn’t date, you seemed to know a lot, maybe it was from the amount of advice you’ve given to friends or the fact you were just too smart you weren’t sure. “Well, nothing but luck to you bestie if we need to go out again for a new target let me know.” Chaewon sighed a hand on your shoulder as she patted you good luck.
“Y/N!” You saw the way her eyes widened as her hand fell off your shoulder. “You know what maybe we don’t need to go out anymore…”She whispered eyes glued on someone behind you, turning around you tried your best to hide how shocked you were as Heeseung walked towards you with his hands in his pockets. You were honestly 50/50 with him, being so handsome you didn’t think he’d be one to chase but it seems your plans that night worked. He was curious. 
“Heeseung right?” You asked pointing at him while tilting your head, he simply blinked before nodding and greeting Chaewon who suppressed her laugh as you asked him. You knew who he was but that simple question threw off his guard completely. “So you remember..” He grinned watching as you bid goodbye to Chaewon who quickly ran off. 
“Faintly.” you joked admiring the grin on his lips. Curious was an understatement, Heeseung searched high and low for you on social media and through friends who told him everything he needed to know. You were a journalism major, wrote for the very popular Decelis Magazine and you were single. Your media page was the one thing he constantly looked at over the weekend as a reminder of how pretty you were up close. 
“Ouch that hurt.” He winced playfully clutching onto his chest as you laughed, the sound ringing through his ears like wedding bells. 
“What are you doing here Heeseung.” You stated more than questioning him, you knew why he was here you just wanted to make sure everything was solid before you started what you actually needed him for. “Well, I asked around and found out you were a part of Decelis Magazine and coincidentally the business building is not that far here.” He motioned his head down the walkway, ah so he was a business major. Nodding you formed a small  “o” with your lips not noticing his gaze on them as you greeted one of your peers leaving the building. 
“I’m assuming you haven’t had dinner yet?” Stunned you watched as he grabbed the pen from behind your ears, his hands slightly grazing your cheek as you felt the warmth of his finger. “No, I haven't,” You chuckled slightly, “Why are you gonna take me out to dinner?” Biting your lips as you suppressed your grin, Heeseung nodded twirling the pen between his fingers swiftly as he rocked on his heels. “I mean you did say last time to take you to dinner first no?” he got you there. Shrugging you plucked the pen from his fingers using it to roll your hair up into a messy clip, noting how his eyes flickered to your now exposed neck, his lips slightly parted before he spoke, “Come on I know a place.” 
“So you’re a journalist..” Heeseung repeated taking in the old-school interior of the snack restaurant near campus as the both of you waited for your order. You chuckled sarcastically with a hint of guilt, poor boy didn’t know he was being used as a primary source. “You could say that.” You hummed clasping your fingers together. “That’s pretty impressive, part of one of the most well-respected university fashion publishers in the country.” He nodded, you were amazed at his knowledge of your work and you couldn’t help but feel prideful all of a sudden. “Yeah? And what about you?” your brows raised at him thanking the server as she placed the plates of snack foods such as spicy rice cakes and dumplings down. If there was something you learned it was that you and Heeseung had similar tastes in foods so it was easy to choose a place. “I’m in the business and marketing program.” He stated your eyes widening slightly, it was one of the hardest if not most rigorous business program the university had to offer. “Are you by chance one of the four chosen to work with that big business firm with the professor?” You faintly heard about it from your peers who had friends in business. 
He chuckled savoring the spicy rice cake as you took a bite as well humming at how yummy everything was. “Why? Impressed?” He quirked a brow lightly causing a smile to make its way to your lips. “Slightly. You glared playfully as he threw his head back in disbelief, still hard to impress. The two of you talked, getting to know each other and to Heeseung’s amusement, you were quite the personality. Behind your teasing and coy persona, he found you very passionate about your work, sharing your goals after graduation after he spoke about his. He didn’t think doing this bet was going to be this fun, this interesting but it really was. You intrigued him, in a way he truly wanted to get to know you, get to know more things that made your eyes glow the way they did after seeing you talk about articles and research work you’ve done in your journalism classes, way different from the fashion and reviews he knew of from the magazine. Your smile and laugh when he would intentionally say something he knew would get a reaction out of you, he found himself doing it without thoughts of the bet lingering in the background.
If you surprised him he surprised you even more, the moment Heeseung spoke about his already guaranteed plan after college on top of all the projects and accomplishments he achieved impressed you, unfortunately. His work ethic and pride he had not only in his accomplishments but his peers made you admire the way he worked for what he wanted no matter what. In your eyes he was paper-perfect boyfriend material, but hearing about his work and aspirations made you understand why he’s been single for some time. He had clear goals he wanted to achieve first and you respected him for that, a lot. After dinner Heeseung offered if you wanted to stop by his apartment since it was on the way back to yours, you were skeptical but he promised it was to share a can of beer as dessert, and you weren’t one to say no to free beer. “I’m trying to buy time to think of a way to ask you out again.” He coughed nonchalantly as you whipped your head toward him a teasing expression painting your face. 
Stepping foot into his apartment you were surprised to see how clean and spacious it was for one person, you weren’t one to talk but Heeseung was a boy, you just had low expectations. Both of you settled on his couch once he handed you a can of beer as you glanced around his apartment admiring the way he had little pieces of his personality evident throughout the place. Chuckling you grabbed the photo frame on the coffee table beside you laughing at the photo of Heeseung and who you assumed to be his brother and cousins, the peace sign clearly the main point in his pose as his eyes smiled in crescents. “Very cute…” You hummed watching his expression turn flustered as the tip of his ears turned red.
“You have a brother you mentioned?” Looking at him you noticed his eyes softened everytime he mentioned his support system through his rigorous courses as motivation, his family. “Yeah I have an older brother who’s a dentist in the city, parents are really proud of him.” He smiled fondly, you couldn’t help but note the small flash of meekness in his eyes as he tapped on his beer can. Being the only child the only pressures you had were from your parents, you couldn’t imagine how Heeseung felt having that on top of an already successful older brother to follow up. “I’m sure they’re very proud of you too Heeseung, you’re doing big things already there’s no doubt they’re proud.” You reassured him feeling your heart constrict as his doe eyes widened slightly at your comment. 
Although you didn’t know it, what you said meant a lot to him. Heeseung was never one who vocally searched for validation but your words made him feel like everything he’s doing was worth it. “Thanks Y/N, that means a lot to me really.” he softly said watching your small smile grow as you nodded looking away feeling slightly embarrassed at the sudden change in atmosphere. You weren’t saying this to get on his good side you truly meant it, maybe it’s because you wished someone said it to you. You felt him lightly nudge your knee his neck slightly stretched as he drank from his can. “What about you?” 
Sighing you shook your head telling him you were an only child. “Your parent’s must be happy their only daughter is breaking the publishing market with your work hmm?” Heeseung grinned acknowledging how fast you were able to not only improve Decelis Magazine but get it to where it is now, if anything he was impressed that you were able to write about various topics and issues from your fashion and lifestyle to your research and social articles. His grin however faded as he watched your lips turn into a tight line. 
“My parents weren’t super supportive of my major, it was actually journalism or law. But I guess over time they could see where my passion really excelled at, it’s fine but doesn’t feel good you know.” You explained playing with the ring of the beer can. Heeseung simply nodded watching as your eyes dozed off on the coffee table in front of you, despite not having siblings to compete with he could only imagine the immense pressure you had to make your parents happy knowing you were all they had. He could relate to the fact your parents expected you to do what they wanted but he admired you did what you wanted regardless.
“Well as long as you do what makes you happy with no regrets then that’s all that matters.” You couldn’t help but feel at ease as he reassured you, you’ve been telling yourself this all this time but maybe you just needed to hear it from someone else. You weren’t sure how much time has passed from talking about hobbies to arguing about what was the better franchise soccer team but you genuinely had a good time with him. “I should go I need to go home to feed my kitty.” You smiled glancing at the clock as Heeseung rushed to stand up before you. 
He totally forgot about the bet as he watched you grab your things from the floor putting on your shoes. “So ummm…” he started off standing by the door as you turned to look at him with your brows raised. “ I really enjoyed talking to you Y/N, I hope you feel the same way.” He fumbled with the door frame watching you nod a small chuckle escaping your lips. “I do Heeseung, goodnight.” You waved walking away leaving him by the door as the elevator took you down to the first level. Throwing his head back he smiled cheering to himself as everything was going as planned, rushing to the balcony he was able to catch a glimpse of you walking out the front door calling your name as you looked up surprised. 
“Goodnight get home safely!” He waved a small smirk on his lips as you waved back. “Oh this is too easy, you’re already falling in love with me.” He whispered to himself watching you throw him a small kiss that he reached to catch with his free hand. “I’m gonna make you wish you never walked up to me at that damn party.” you huffed out behind your fingers throwing him one last kiss. Walking back inside Heeseung quickly ran to his room as the guys were waiting on discord for the updates failing to notice the unfamiliar coat left on his couch.
“So this is what you called us over for?”Jay asked unamused watching Heeseung blink at the coat you had left behind from the other day. “Oh shit there’s stuff inside the pockets.” Jay pointed reaching to unzip them before Sunghoon stopped him. “Isn’t this like a breach of privacy?” He hissed as Jay rolled his eyes. He didn’t notice the unfamiliar jacket till the morning after picking it up realizing that it was indeed yours and there were indeed things in your pockets. “Yeah aren’t coats the next important thing to a woman's wardrobe beside her purse?”Jake questioned causing his friends to look at him horrified. What the fuck was he talking about. 
“Well, she left it here for a reason right? I mean why else would she grab everything but her jacket.” Jay explained as everyone glanced at one another for a while. It was silent but everyone knew what they wanted to do, unzip the pockets. Sunghoon immediately lunged towards the coat, unzipping and dumping the contents onto the table before discarding the heavy coat on the couch in a matter of seconds. “Oops my bad.” He nervously coughed as everyone laughed knowing they were fucked for looking through your stuff. Heeseung who wasn’t laughing scanned over the contents that landed on the desk. Chapstick, a couple of bills, your student ID and- 
“Bingo.” Heeseung snickered picking up two tickets that so happen to be your upcoming school’s soccer game. “No fucking way how did she get these?…”Jake exhaled eyes blowing up in size as everyone grew quiet, they didn’t know how but you managed to acquire tickets to one of the most hyped-up soccer matches your university was going to play this semester. “Did she ask you to go with her or something?” Sunghoon asked as Heeseung slipped the tickets between his fingers his jaw slightly locked before he slipped his phone from his pocket. You didn’t, and by the way the boys could see his slightly annoyed expression it meant you had two tickets and he wasn’t the one you were going with. He knew the two of you weren’t exclusive but the possibility of you mingling with other people bothered him quite a bit.
“You think he’s found the tickets yet?” Chaewon asked as you sat at your desk typing away about something Mrs.Park told you to write up. A small smirk on your lips appeared while you swiveled your chair around to face her. You indeed left your coat there on purpose, if he wasn’t going to call you to ask about the tickets he was for sure to call you for your student ID if he was a decent enough person. Your student ID allowed you access to all buildings on campus and if he looked through your stuff he would’ve found your ID that had your mandatory number on the back next to the tickets you left on purpose. Almost on queue, your phone rang with an unknown number, you and Chaewon shared a giggle as you waited a couple of seconds to pick up. Let the fun begin. 
“Hello?” You nonchalantly picked up hearing shuffling noises before Heeseung greeted back. You heard him coughing slightly as you were unaware of how nervous he was dialing your number which resulted in Sunghoon pressing call instead. “Hey it’s me Heeseung, so umm you left your jacket here the other day and uh, I found your ID.” You held in your laugh leaving the phone on speaker listening with Chaewon as Heeseung was struggling to explain how he managed to find your ID. “Oh gosh is that where I left it? I could’ve sworn I zipped up all my pockets though how’d you see my ID?”
Chaewon had no choice but to turn away as she couldn’t hold in her laugh listening to how unconvincing you were with your lie. “Yeah uh Jake accidentally knocked it off of the coat rack and everything fell out,” he explained sounding almost unconvinced himself. “Is that so…” you huffed biting the tip of your pen as you could hear his friends in the background arguing. 
“Are you stupid? You don’t have a coat rack..” Jay groaned quietly as Sunghoon snickered his canines showing. “Maybe she forgot I don’t know sounds convincing to me!” Jake whispered causing Jay to wack him in the arm. “Can you guys just shut up?” Heeseung hissed moving the phone away that unfortunately still faintly caught the conversation. 
“So I’m assuming you found the tickets?” You asked noting how the whispering suddenly stopped. “Tickets? What tickets..” You heard him asking despite staring at them chaffing in between his fingers. “Oh you mean the soccer tickets to the game this weekend? Oh wow, I didn’t even notice them here look at that!” If you weren’t convincing with your acting then only fools would fall for Heeseung’s. 
“I didn’t know you were going to ask me to go why didn’t you mention anything?” he questioned knowing you were being forced to give him an answer without wiggling your way out. Clicking your tongue against your teeth you glanced at Chaewon knowing what you were about to say was going to set the mood for the rest of the call.
“Well that’s the thing Heeseung I was going to go with someone else.” The call went silent before you could hear someone on the other line drop to the floor with a thud. “Funny joke Y/N we both know that’s not true.” you snickered at his sudden assertive comment. “Who said I was joking?” You hummed watching as you could see Chaewon mouthing about how terrible you were. “So you’re telling me you left your ID and tickets here for the past couple of days without coming to get them on purpose?” Sighing you could hear his friends clapping his shoulders as if he got you right where he wanted you.  
Humming to his question you didn’t answer it for a couple of seconds, unaware of how Heeseung was kneeling on the floor as Jay stared at him in horror. “I guess I can tell my grandma not to come up this weekend since she can’t go now…” You sighed hearing Heeseung immediately announce he didn’t want to go anymore after finding out who your original partner was. “Heeseung I’m just kidding!” You laughed as he huffed out a breath of relief. “That was mean Y/N you can’t joke like that.” He chuckled cheering as the guys jumped around at the fact he was in, brother was in. “Sorry pretty boy I’ll make it up to you, meet me there alright I gotta go.” After bidding goodbye Chaewon laughed jumping over to you as she couldn’t believe how good you were, men were just too easy. 
“And that’s how it’s done boys.” Heeseung clapped throwing his phone on the couch hugging your jacket as they jumped on him high-fiving each other. 
“And that’s how it’s done.” You nodded a smirk ghosting your lips as Chaewon pulled you up to take you out for a nice dinner, you deserved it. 
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Making his way through the crowd he noticed the school colors filling the subway station mixing with the school spirit radiating off supporters of all ages as he rushed to the gate entrance of the stadium. You texted him where to meet you and just as you said there you were, standing under the shade looking absolutely beautiful repping your school’s name while mindlessly scrolling through your phone. 
“Hey beautiful.” He greeted you with a smile as you looked up, his compliment made your cheeks heat slightly as you took in his appearance. He looked too good, way too good. “We’re twinning!” You grinned noting how the both of you somehow wore the same jersey despite not planning it at all. “Twining? More like you’re copying me Y/N.” He joked a scowl appearing on your face before he pinched your nose between his knuckles. As you were waiting in line to scan your tickets the students around you were much rowdier than you anticipated, maybe it was because the rivalry between the two universities that fired up the students and guests but you couldn’t help but flinch feeling some forcefully push you around. 
Heeseung noticed your sudden quietness as your face contorted in a frown when a man twice your size bumped into your shoulders muttering a small ‘sorry baby’ causing Heeseung to scoff. “Y/N come here.” Your eyes widened as your date for today draped his arm over your shoulder, tucking you under him as he protectively prevented anyone else from bumping into you. Unable to meet his gaze you couldn’t help but bring your hand up on his back, grabbing onto his jersey as he guided you through the crowd once your tickets were scanned.“I’m gonna head to the restroom I’ll be back soon don’t miss me too much okay?” He winked causing you to chuckle as you waved at him to hurry up. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket as you picked it up immediately seeing who it was. 
“Ms.Park! H-how are you doing!” You nervously asked as you heard on the other line relaxing music playing in the back. “Y/N how come you haven’t shown me anything from your column yet?” Biting your lip you looked around making sure Heeseung wasn’t coming back anytime soon as you whispered loud enough only for her to hear. “I’m still working on it Ms.Park, don’t worry so far things are going well I’ll make sure to give you a copy as soon as possible.” You reassured her peeking around and noticing the game was about to start. “Okay Y/N remember I said if it’s good enough it’ll be front-page material, I’m at the spa right now and-” 
“I’m really sorry Ms.Park but I gotta go like I said I’ll make sure to have a copy on your desk soon okay bye!” You rushed to say as your eyes caught Heeseung’s tall figure coming back touching his hair as a small smile appeared once his gaze caught yours. Handing you a banner you laughed as everyone stood up cheers erupting in the stadium as players filled the field ready for the game to begin. “I can’t believe you got such good seats! We’re so close!” He exclaimed eyes shining as he took in the ambiance of the crowd, little did he know thanks to your little column Ms.Park was able to reserve seats for you prior to sales. As the game continued you and Heeseung were that annoying couple, cheering together and cursing at the refs when an unfair call was made and going as far as bantering with the opposing team fans.
 Heeseung was genuinely having fun with you, and seeing how you were able to keep up with not only the game but with him; unwillingly kept a smile on his face the whole half. You even surprised him when you made small comments to yourself about the players or the game itself proving to him once again about your passion for things you truly enjoyed and loved.
As a time-out started everyone began to sit down as you asked him how he was feeling, by now the winter air was long gone and the humid spring breeze hit everyone like shit ton of bricks. You cringed as you could see the buckets of sweat forming on the people around you, complaining to their friends how hot it was despite it only being spring. Before Heeseung was able to reply the jumbotron began to showcase a cartoon animation, cheesy romantic music booming through the loudspeakers as couples began to appear between the very badly animated heart on the screen. 
You laughed hearing everyone cheer for the couples who appeared and kiss, the crowd erupting loudly when they did. Heeseung couldn’t help but stare at your side profile, the way your eyes colored bright with the sun shining directly above like the heaven gate opening for the first time. Your hair was pushed back allowing him the perfect view of your jaw and the way your cheeks rose every time you smiled or laughed. He knew the bet was to make you fall in love with him but Heeseung couldn’t help but think the exact opposite was happening instead. There was just something about you that he couldn’t figure out.
“Yo kiss her what are you doing?” A sudden voice from beside him broke his intrusive thoughts glancing around to hear rather than see everyone talking directly to him. Unable to distinguish what they were saying his eyes trailed to where you were looking and realized something that made his heart flutter for the first time in a long time. The two of you were on the jumbotron as everyone chanted for a kiss. You could see through the screen his doe eyes wide in surprise as he broke out of whatever daze he was in. You were hoping the screen would just change the moment they realized it wasn’t going to happen but you suddenly felt something that caused your breath to hitch. Your head slowly turned as you felt his calloused fingers grip your jaw slightly, turning so you were now looking into his beautiful onyx eyes you noted the night of the party. 
Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips and Heeseung smirked slightly as he felt you grip his forearm licking his bottom lip as your touch sent shivers through his spin despite how hot it was. Leaning in you felt your eyes close as his warm breath fanned over your cheeks causing the grip you had on him to tighten. Quickly meeting halfway you felt yourself melt into the kiss as cheers erupted loudly around you, the longer his lips were against yours the more you drowned out the noise feeling as if it was just you and him together. As the two of you pulled away Heeseung couldn’t help but look at the way your eyes were slightly hooded, lips parting as the small sheen of evidence painted your cherry ones as the desire in him to burn for another. You weren’t sure how long you were staring at each other, nothing was said but everything was known from the way your eyes communicated, you wanted more and he did as well. 
It was like you were in a trance, a trance only Heeseung could put you in as the feeling of his lips still burned on yours. The moment everyone around you stood up again his hand that was rubbing your jaw dropped as the two of you stood up quickly as well, wanting to play off that just a single simple kiss was enough to fluster the both of you. You were indeed flustered, knowing it was time to start your plan you glanced at the timer to see you didn’t have much time left till the end of the game. “Hey Heeseung can you get me a drink?” You whispered tugging on his jersey as you saw the way his eyes were glued on the field in front of him, still slightly dazed from the kiss. “Heeseung can you get me a drink I think I’m feeling dizzy.” You repeated this time catching his attention as he nodded quickly. You watched as he left his seat rushing to the concession stands as he constantly looked back to the game. Shortly after he handed you a drink and you glanced at the timer again. “Heeseung I can’t drink this, sprite gives me a stomach ache I don’t want to risk it.” Heeseung tore his gaze away from the game once again glancing between you and the drink before speaking. “Baby there’s only a couple minutes left I’ll get you something after-” 
“No Heeseung I really need a drink I feel like I’m gonna pass out.” You lied watching the slight annoyance flash through his eyes before he nodded softly telling you to wait as he rushed back to the concession stand away from the game. After noting his distance you sipped on the sprite savoring the carbonated drink and enjoying the refreshing beverage. Feeling eyes on you, you turned to see a younger kid looking at you chug on the sprite you said you couldn’t drink. “What you want some?” you asked before the kid looked away shaking his head.
“Hi, can I get a bottle of water- please?” Heeseung huffed as he was once again at the concession stand, standing on his toes he looked over to see thirty seconds left. Tapping his card on the counter he was slightly annoyed, you could’ve waited till after the game but the last thing he wanted was for you to pass out on him. “I’m sorry but I only have warm water, the cold ones ran out and we weren’t able to put new bottles in-” 
“That’s fine! Can I just get one please!” He tried so hard to be polite but as cheers erupted from the crowd he could only assume a team scored a goal merely seconds before the final. Finally grabbing the bottle he rushed to the stairs only to stop as the crowd of people cheered rushing towards the exit to catch the bus and subway before things got crazy, he missed the final. Gripping the bottle of water he waited for you by the exit as he slowly began to recognize the people that sat around you. “Heeseung!” He turned seeing your bright smile as you rushed to him holding the banner from earlier. 
“Oh my god I can’t believe we won! Park Jaein scored the last goal and it was so cool!” You boasted grabbing his arm as you jumped slightly. You noticed the way the grip on the bottle loosened as he gave you a grin. “Yeah? It’s too bad I missed it huh.” he snickered causing you to be slightly shocked that he hasn’t yelled at you for making him run back and forth the whole second half. Opening the water for you he ushered for you to drink up and you did, you weren’t sure why he wasn’t complaining to you for being needy.
“Did you have fun?” He asked hand grabbing yours as the two of you walked towards the bus, nodding you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burn as he held your hand tightly walking as if the two of you were a real couple. “I’m really sorry I made you miss the final.” You apologized trying to rub it in more, maybe he’d finally pop if you did. He simply shook his head swinging your enclasped hands as he hummed. “It’s okay baby I didn’t want you to pass out on me after the game, imagine if I had to carry you back home.” You laughed as the both of you sat next to each other once getting on the bus. 
Shit it didn’t work, as you looked out the window you couldn’t help but feel pressured and slightly defeated that your plan failed. You were approaching your stop as you turned to him noticing he was still holding your hand that was placed in his lap. “Are you really this sweet all the time Lee Heeseung?” You asked as he turned to look at you. The intercom announced your destination as the bus slowed to a stop. “I can be this sweet if you want me to Y/N.” You couldn’t help but feel your lips turn into a grin watching his eyes twinkle coyly as you slowly let go of his hand to stand up. “Good answer.” 
Walking off the bus you waved at him slightly as he winked leaning back in his seat once the bus rode away leaving you catching your breath as you realized your feeling of defeat faded leaving guilt instead.
“Fuck Chaewon I don’t know what to do.” You decided to give her a call about your failed plan as you were preparing for bed. An overbearing girl who made her date miss one of the best finals of the season? You would’ve thought he’d call it off by now. Before you could say anything else your doorbell rang unexpectedly as you paused mid-sentence. “Who is that?” You heard Chaewon ask as you made your way to the front door, setting your phone down near the door when recognized who it was. “Heeseung what are you doing here?” You saw him hover by the door in sweats and a t-shirt as he took in the way you looked like you were heading to bed, this was it. He was going to finally tell you how he didn’t want to see you anymore and curse at you for making him miss the final. Your plan worked. You felt disappointed of course but that was the whole point of this whole thing to begin with. Maybe if things were different you and him might have actually- 
Your thoughts were interrupted seeing him hold out a plastic bag for you as he scratched behind his ear. “It kinda worried me earlier how you said you felt like passing out so on my way home from Jakes I got you some vitamins and supplements.” Your eyes widened slightly not expecting this, at all. You smiled softly grabbing the bag as your fingers grazed his slightly noting another paper bag beside him. “Oh! I got you some porridge too just in case you haven’t eaten but I see you’re headed to bed.” He chuckled causing you to nod slightly as you leaned against the door watching him set the other bag beside your foot. God, he was making this so hard for you. It was late at night and here he was standing at your door shyly admitting he was thinking about you enough to get you vitamins and supplements himself. Setting the bag down you slowly stepped out of your condo bringing your arms up to his neck as you circled them to pull him closer. 
“You’re so sweet you know that?” You looked up feeling him wrap his arms around your waist pulling you closer, his honey-filled smile making its way to your line of sight. “I told you baby I’d be sweet if you wanted me to.” He chuckled watching your eyes trace the way his hair was down and his eyes slightly tired. “You should go back in Y/N make sure to take the things I bought you okay?” He ushered rubbing your back as you nodded knowing you had an early meeting tomorrow morning. Giving him one last look you didn’t know what overcame you but you leaned in, pressing a warm kiss on his cheek that caused his eyes to flutter closed. “Thank you Heeseung, text me when you get home okay?” Slowly picking up the bags you watched him grin waiting for you to close the door. “Goodnight.” You whispered as he whispered you one back. 
Picking up the phone you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Chaewon scream both in horror and in shock. “Y/N he is so sweet oh my god.” You glanced out the window to see him meet up with Jay who was waiting for him down below, the latter tackling him in a side hug as he tried mimicking the kiss you gave Heeseung on the cheek. “I know I know..what am I gonna do,” you whispered feeling your heart tug as you watched him disappear from your sight. 
“What did I say she liked it right?” Jay asked a smile on his face as Heeseung scoffed. “Why are you saying it like it’s your idea.” He chuckled shaking his head as the two walked home. After gaming at Jake and Sunghoon’s place, Heeseung couldn’t help but think about how you claimed you felt like passing out earlier that day. Jay might have encouraged him after seeing how deep in thought his friend was but in the end, Heeseung wanted to do it regardless if it would’ve made you like him more or not. “You’re so stupid Jay.” He chuckled as his friend shrugged, “Anything for the proposal deal.”
The next day rolled around and Heeseung was in a meeting discussing his current project assignment with a few classmates along with Jake and Jay.
“Yeah so I think we should consider the parameters of capital income when we talk about how the benefits of-” He was interrupted by Jake who pointed at his phone that has been buzzing nonstop as people watched and waited for him to answer so whoever it was would stop calling. “Y/N hey-” 
“Heeseung! You won’t believe what just happened, I was walking around with some friends and I saw this cute hamster figure thing and it made me think of you and so I bought it-” Heeseung noticed the others looking at him acknowledging that it was so quiet the conversation he was having to could be heard by the others as well. “Y/N I’m in a meeting right now is it okay if I call you after?” Hearing you gasp on the other line he nervously shook his leg as the disapproving looks of his classmates beside Jay and Jake filled the line of sight. 
“I’m sorry am I bothering you? I’m so stupid I should’ve known better than to call you out of nowhere. I just missed you so I wanted to call and tell you about something just to talk to you-” he could only sighed as Jay and Jake made kissy faces at him as you continued to ramble. “Are you free later this evening?” He whispered slightly grinning as he heard you silent on the other line, even though it was very shitty timing and you suddenly had so much to say he found it cute. “Yeah I am.” He heard you softly reply. “We can go to the Han River for a picnic later.”  Gasping again he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Jake who was making fun of him as you agreed. “I’ll call you later okay? I miss you too.” 
“As you were saying Heeseung…” His classmate asked him to continue a teasing brow raised as Heeseung processed the fact he said he missed you. Jay and Jake might’ve thought he was just saying it because you said it first but in reality, Heeseung wasn’t sure if that was the case anymore. The man simply chuckled shaking his head as he continued the meeting, his peers looking at him in a different light as his bright eyes and joyful grin was all they could see for the rest of the meeting.
“Chaewon I thought you said that was going to make him find me annoying, not invite me out for an evening picnic and say he misses me too!” You groaned as she bit her lip, it was an unexpected reaction. “Hey usually guys end things with me because they complain about calling all the time and being clingy! How was I supposed to know you’d say you miss him and he’d say he misses you too?” She argued noting your slightly flushed cheeks as you gulped down your drink to calm yourself. 
Deep down you wished Heeseung would just cut you off and never talk to you again, maybe it was because you knew your feelings for him were growing more and more by the day. You had the responsibility as a journalist to put yourself out there to gain experience and knowledge on the things you are asked, maybe it was just this time, but this time you were slowly learning things about yourself rather than what you were asked to write about. “Y/N I know he may be a dream and all but remember the reason why you’re doing this. For yourself.” Chaewon reminded pulling you out of your thoughts as you nodded slowly. 
Later that evening Heeseung called you asking to meet him by the Han River, it was slowly coming to sunset and you could see people walking around with their pets or laying in the field on their own or with others. You couldn’t find Heeseung anywhere and he wasn’t picking up any of your calls, biting your lip you were about to dial for him again when you noticed someone hastily setting up around a plaided blanket away from everyone else.
 “Heeseung!” Turning around he dropped the pillows on the floor as he saw you walking towards him, eyes wide as you took in the small picnic he created noting the soft music playing from the speakers around the river walkway. “Heeseung what’s all of this?” You were genuinely surprised yet very grateful Heeseung came up with all of this last minute. “You like it?” He asked a grin on his face as he pulled you into a hug, hugging him back you nodded feeling the guilt eat at you upon seeing all the small snacks and treats he prepared. “The weather is getting kinda chilly so use this okay?” He said pulling his jacket off before draping it around your shoulders. Looking around you noticed couples sharing hugs and cuddles swaying to the soft lovely melody in the back enhancing the ambiance as the sky turned an orange-pink shade, how romantic. 
“What are you thinking about hmm?” You asked him softly noting how he was quietly sitting next to you with his eyes closed, you could tell by the way they were distant that he was simply admiring the view, the water painted in colors as the breeze shook the trees from across the river, the illusion as if they were dancing to the music playing all around. “Just been thinking about how much I’m comfortable around you, I’ve never felt like this before.” he chuckled causing you to gulp as you could see the way his adams apple bobbed as he laughed. The wires in your brain sparked as he turned towards you watching for your reaction once he noticed you weren’t saying anything, with not much time left you needed to do your best to focus on what you needed, even if it meant embarrassing Heeseung in such a romantic setting. 
“What are you saying you weren’t comfortable with me before?” You gaped a little too loud as you noticed some of the couples around glancing at your sudden loudness. “What Y/N no that’s not what I’m saying-” 
“So you’re saying you weren’t comfortable with me before? Even though you kissed me before?” You made yourself sound as dejected as you could seeing the way Heeseung stuttered shaking his head as his eyes were wide in shock. By now the others around were fully turning to eye Heeseung as he panicked. 
“Who is it? It’s someone else huh? Is that what you wanted to tell me today?” At this point, even you felt bad for Heeseung, you saw someone side-eye him so hard you almost lost composure and started laughing. “Y/N what? There’s no other girl!” He explained reaching out to you as you stood up dramatically, at this point all the couples were looking your way watching as you were indeed about to “cry” standing in the middle of Heeseung’s very cute picnic setup. 
“Did he really bring her here to break up with her like that?” 
“At this point, a text would’ve been less hurtful….and embarrassing.” 
“That’s so weird poor girl.” 
Stepping away from the plaid blanket Heeseung reached for your arm grasping it before you felt someone tug you away from him, your eyes bulging as you were just trying to get Heeseung to end things abruptly from being embarrassed. “Don’t you think you should leave her alone now boy?” A very large and very well-built man spoke as his partner stood behind him asking you if you were okay. Uh oh, this wasn’t what you were expecting nor did you expect Heeseung to reach out for you again as he saw the man grip you to the point you were wincing slightly. 
“Get your hands off my girlfriend what are you doing?” Heeseung demanded as the man once again pulled you back while his partner walked over to Heeseung to scold him for what he apparently said to you earlier. Girlfriend? Your eyes must have been so wide the man thought you were scared and pushed Heeseung away causing him to stumble as he hit the ground landing on his wrist. Ripping yourself away from the man you ignored the burn his rings caused to your wrist as you rushed to Heeseung helping him sit him up as he clung onto your arm.
“Oh my god Hee you really do care!..Maybe I was just overthinking.” You said loud enough for everyone to start minding their own damn business again. You did not expect Heeseung to get in an altercation much less call you his girlfriend in the process. After the whispers around suddenly switch to taking Heeseung’s side the couple quickly walked away, his partner scolding him for wanting to play the hero. “Y/N I was serious when I said there’s no other girl.” He reassured causing you to smile as you gave him a peck on his cheek. “I’m sorry I was just overthinking, but you really think I’m your girlfriend?” You asked hoping he couldn’t hear the way your heart was beating and the slight strain in your voice wanting him to say no. He nodded admiring the way your hair fell over your face as the vibrant sky painted your skin beautifully.
“I’m sorry I ruined the picnic.” You slightly pouted as Heeseung suggested it was best to leave since everyone was still being nosy. Shaking his head he packed up everything while you helped him before grabbing your hand as the two of you began walking back home. “It’s okay I’m more of a stay-home type of person anyways.” You thought this would’ve nailed the screw in the coffin but if anything, you can say Heeseung considered you his girlfriend. “Since we couldn’t eat at the river how does a nice bowl of ramen sound? The guys say I make it the best.” He grinned as you both made your way through the campus neighborhood, nodding excitedly since you were once again at his apartment.
“By the way Sunghoon is here since Jake has guests over but he’ll be in my work room don’t worry about him.” Heeseung hummed announcing that both of you were home as you heard Sunghoon say hi to you from one of the closed rooms. You’ve been to his place a couple of times since the first but this time you felt shy, maybe it was because Heeseung was in the kitchen as you watched him roll up his sleeves; his veiny arms causing your eyes to waver, or the fact you were here now as his ‘girlfriend’. 
Walking up behind him you wrapped your arm around his waist causing him to laugh slightly as you peek behind his arm. “I hope you like spicy ramen, it’s my favorite and all I have,” he explained pouring your share into a bowl causing you to salivate at the egg and toppings he added. “Heeseung this is my favorite brand I would trade my firstborn to experience tasting this again for the first time.” You joked tying your hair back hearing Heeseung laugh about how weird you were. Sitting side by side the sound of slurping and giggles echoed through the kitchen. “Heeseung this is so good I’ve been craving ramen,” you said savoring the salty and spicy broth. 
Humming he watched you eat up the ramen, a small sound of approval coming from deep within as your eyes closed enjoying the meal he made you. He’s always made ramen for the guys and got similar reactions from them, but nothing compared to you. A piece of hair fell out of your clip and he absentmindedly reach out to hold it out of your way as you took your last bite. “Well, whenever you want ramen call me I’ll be there.” He smiled using his thumb to pick off a piece of green onion stuck to the corner of your mouth. You offered to clean since he cooked but he stood next to you the whole time making sure to hold your sleeves up so the water didn’t dampen the hems. 
“You’re my guest why are you doing the dishes..” he groaned resting his chin on your head as he held up your sleeves. You noticed how swollen his wrist was and immediately dried your hands turning around as you held it up for him to see. “Did you get this when we were at the river?” He shrugged as you scoffed pulling him towards the couch as you searched your bag. Pulling out a pain reliever patch you peeled away the plastic and gently wrapped it around his wrist frowning that maybe you took things too far. Rubbing your thumb across the patch you sighed as Heeseung mumbled a small thank you pulling you against him as the two of you sat on the couch food coma hitting a little harder than you expected. 
“Why do you carrying these around?” He asked as you shrugged. “Sometimes I just suddenly feel my joints hurting or getting sore and it helps.” You sighed playing with his fingers as you rest your head against the couch. Staying hours at a time in the office really takes a toll on you sometimes, lack of sleep and not being able to eat enough from being so busy; was bound to happen so you keep some patches to help you tolerate it. 
“That doesn’t make me feel any better about you having these…” He mumbled holding up his wrist as you chuckled into his shoulder. “What about you hmm? I can see you zoning out a lot have you not been sleeping well?” He really wasn’t, with the class assignments and his proposal project coming up soon Heeseung hasn’t had a good night's rest in a while. Being a light sleeper and an early riser he always found it hard to sleep, with the stress of school and late-night thoughts keeping him up he turned to work to make use of his lack of sleep. “I think you should try to take care of yourself more Heeseung, what am I gonna do if you turn into a walking zombie?”You joked seeing his cute smile appear as he pulled you closer. “Then I hope you keep me locked up somewhere and feed me so we can be together.” You simply snickered shaking your head mumbling something about him being stupid as you sighed.
“You should sleep more Hee it’s not good for you...” You whispered caressing his head as he nodded, he wasn’t sure if it was the food coma hitting or the scent of jasmine and vanilla once again tickling his brain. Not knowing how much time passed, you were just resting your eyes rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb until you realized Heeseung fell asleep next to you. Lips pursed slightly in a pout you smiled at how cute he was as you repositioned him on the couch. Brushing his bangs out of the way you kissed the middle of his forehead before covering him with the jacket he let you borrow earlier. 
“Come on wake up lover boy.” Heeseung groaned his eyes refusing to open as he felt something draped on top of him. “Y/N no…” he groaned turning towards the couch back and rubbing his face into the cushion. “Heeseung wake up! You won’t be able to sleep later if you stay like this.” Groaning again he reached out to grab you before hugging you to his chest humming in satisfaction once you stopped yelling at him. “Bro what the fuck I’m not Y/N get up and let me go!” His eyes immediately shot open as he noticed Sunghoon’s face squished into his chest, letting him go he looked around to see you left already and that Sunghoon had his coat on ready to go. 
Before you left you informed Sunghoon that you were leaving and Heeseung was asleep on the couch. He offered to walk you home but you assured him it was fine before you left. “When did she leave?” Heeseung asked standing up and apologizing to a somewhat traumatized Sunghoon, checking his phone he smiled at the message you sent; a picture you took of him sleeping two hours ago with a kissy face. “She told me you got your ass handed to you when you took her out.” Sunghoon laughed as Heeseung flicked him off. “I didn’t expect a fucking bull to push me to the ground but honestly with how she was babying me after it was worth.” He grinned as Sunghoon gagged. “I didn’t know you were into pain like that…” before he could say he was joking Heeseung lunged at him. 
“But I’m gonna ask her if she wants to come home with me next weekend since my brother is gonna be in town.” He sighed grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “Take her home? You really wanna win this bet huh.” Sunghoon gapped shaking his head seeing how committed Heeseung was to the bet. “Girls love it when you take them home, this is gonna be the last stop before I ask her to come to our banquet.” Heeseung sighed as Sunghoon nodded. “Well good luck with that soldier I’ll get going now.” After bidding him off Heeseung jumped into bed dialing your number as he fumbled with his jacket which was now rich in your scent. 
“Hey, you free this upcoming weekend?” 
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You were honestly dreading going back home with Heeseung, the last thing you wanted to do was meet his mom who thought you were his girlfriend when in reality you were with him to get your next column, kinda. “You and the guys are watching the league tournament at your place?” You asked after another failed date, well it was successful since he took you out to a very nice restaurant, but your constant complaining and Heeseung having to keep calling the server back to the point they refused to change your order again didn’t bother him…at all. “Yeah! I would’ve asked you to come but it’s a boys' evening since we haven’t hung out in a while.” Nodding you felt an idea coming along that you were sure was gonna have him begging to break up with you. “Well I hope you and the guys have fun.” You kissed him on the cheek bidding him goodbye as you prepared for the final act. 
“Alright boys who are we betting on.” Jay clapped as everyone grabbed a drink from the fridge, they were all wearing their team jerseys for the new LoL split season that was playing this evening. “Speaking of bet how are you and Y/N?” Jake asked as they all sat around the table opening the takeout everyone decided to bring over. After turning on the tournament Heeseung sat down and opened his drink savoring the carbonated taste as your name brought a grin to his face. “Honestly if it wasn’t for this bet I would probably still pursue her.” He shrugged unaware of Jake and Jay’s surprised expression, “Really now.” He nodded eating a piece of kimchi pancake. “Yeah, she’s beautiful obviously but getting to know her over the past couple of weeks I feel like she and I are really compatible,” Sunghoon mentioned the incident of Heeseung almost mistaking him for you the other day causing everyone to laugh. “It’s sounding like the original plan has changed, you seem to have taken a liking to her.” Jay teased. Before he could answer the doorbell rang and everyone looked at Heeseung as they weren’t expecting anyone else. 
“Hee baby!” You greeted him bursting inside holding a bag full of things as you were greeted with the surprised expressions of his friends. “Hee...baby?” Jake whispered watching as you walked towards the coffee table taking out candles and cutesy decor replacing some of his action figures and comics on the bookshelf with magazines instead. “Hey Y/N what are you doing here?” He asked confused as you walked over to the guys greeting them while you sat down.
“What I can’t visit you when I miss you?” You asked with a sad expression. The guys gave Heeseung a look as he stood there with his mouth agape, not knowing how to respond in a way that won’t get you upset and offended. “No no no, of course you can it’s just this was supposed to be guys' night.” You glanced at everyone at the table and felt yourself get embarrassed all of a sudden. If you were going to go all out, you were going to go all out. “Are you kicking me and our child out?” Eyes buldging Heeseung couldn’t help but stare not knowing what the fuck was going on with you. One minute you’d be one person and the next you were like this. 
“Y/N what are you talking about we never-” Before he could finish what he was saying, you shot up walking to the couch before pulling something out of your bag to show him what you were talking about. “Holy shit…” Jay muttered watching as you shoved a cat plush in his face, it was the cat Heeseung won you after your movie date a while ago from the arcade. 
“You forgot about Dongsik? Oh my god, you forgot about Dongsik.” You huffed walking around the kitchen as Heeseung rubbed his temples eyes rolling in disbelief as the guys simply sat awkwardly. “Y/N what is going on with you, why are you acting like this?” He asked quietly causing you to stare at him seeing the way his eyes were swirling with exasperation, his patience running out at how ridiculous you were being. “Acting like what? Are you saying I’m crazy?” You loudly accused noting how the guys were trying their best not to flinch at you raising your voice.
“Look at you Y/N. Where’s the Y/N who was charismatic and wanted to share with me her hopes and dreams huh? You’re like a fucking circus Y/N! It’s like you’re a totally different person!” He wasn’t wrong but you couldn’t help but feel slightly offended. “So you’re saying I’m crazy.” He groaned rubbing his face as he disagreed, “No that’s not what I’m saying-”  
“Bullshit!” You cussed causing the guys to jump in their seats. “What?” Heeseung gapped in shock, “Bullshit, you’ve never played that card game before? It’s about lying and you’re lying about not calling me crazy!” You pointed your finger at him jabbing into his chest at each word you said. Rushing to the bathroom you locked the door running the water as you set the cat down on the counter to pull out your phone. 
“Chaewon, I think I might’ve pushed the right buttons but I need you to seal the deal for me okay?” 
After about five minutes of you not coming out of the bathroom, Heeseung walked towards the kitchen, hands on his hips as he shook his head eyes crying of confusion. “Heeseung I thought you said she was…” Jay mentioned watching as his friend paced around running a hand through his hair. The door swung open as you clenched the cat, the phone pushed to your ear as Heeseung reached out to you. “Who are you calling?” He sighed trying to calm himself as you ripped away from his grip. 
“My therapist! She told me I shouldn’t be with a person who is not only forgetful but with someone who also thinks I’m crazy! Isn’t that right Ms.Kim?” You hissed turning on the speaker as Chaewon did her best to change her voice while you grabbed your bag walking out the door. Bewildered Heeseung glanced at his friends who sighed in relief the moment you left through the front door. Pressing the elevator button you took a breather after hanging up on Chaewon and thanking her. It was over. A part of you felt slightly disappointed, as you said before Heeseung was genuinely a good guy and maybe in another timeline you wouldn’t be doing this to salvage what was left of your dreams.
“I knew it would never last,” Jake noted as Heeseung grabbed the candles and stuff you left behind looking at them. It was all things you got with him on your dates and hangouts. He truly could not understand you, at all. One minute you were this charismatic intelligent woman who knew all the right ways to drive him crazy, and the next you were like an unrecognizable person who made him crazy in the worst ways possible. “You were so close too that’s unlucky but, she’s kinda wild I don’t know how you managed her.” Jay shook his head noting the way his eyes were spiraling. “Only another week right? I just need to deal with it for another week and a half before our banquet when this ends?” He asked again setting the things down. Rushing out the door he ran down the stairway hoping the elevator hadn’t landed on the first floor yet. 
As you stepped out of the elevator you jumped upon hearing the stairway door slam open, a very out-of-breath Heeseung caught your eye, there was no fucking way he was down here to mend things right? “Y/N please, listen to me.” He plead hands on his knees as you stared at him in horror. “I’m so sorry for what I said, I’m a little tipsy right now so I’m not in my right mind I just want us to forget this all happened.” He apologized as you just stood there gripping the plush watching him grab your free hand falling to his knees. 
“Heeseung get up.” You called out trying to pull him up as you couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Get up please.” As he did you saw the way he gripped your hand, convinced that the harder he held the more you would listen to him. What the fuck were you going to do now, was he this desperate to have a girlfriend to take home? “You know my therapist said the more forgiving I am the more good luck it brings me.” You mumbled watching him nod quickly not understanding where you were going with that. “I forgive you.” Sighing in relief he leaned in and kissed the side of your head quickly gripping your shoulders as he took a deep breath. 
“Thank you Y/N, truthfully thank you. I’ll see you this weekend okay? Remember we’re going back to see my brother and parents.” You nodded stepping away and leaving his hands in the same position as he held onto the air. “Just because I forgive you doesn’t mean I like you right now Heeseung, I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Turning around your face immediately dropped shocked at how consistent he was as you were mumbling to yourself about your once again failed plan. Unaware that Heeseung huffed in annoyance behind you, punching the air as he walked back up to his apartment not knowing how things this weekend were gonna play out.
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“Don’t be too nervous about this alright? My parents aren’t that scary.” Heeseung reassured as you gave him a tight smile standing outside of a nice family home. After an hour drive you found yourself outside of a family home as the door opened revealing an older lady who greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “And you must be Y/N! Oh my ya you’re pretty than the pictures Heeseung sent! Come in your room is up the stairs!” You greeted her with a wide smile as she kept complimenting you, she informed the both of you that she had to go out for the afternoon to buy groceries leaving the two of you at home alone. After settling down in the guest room Heeseung knocked on your door and nodded his head for you to follow him to his room. 
“Wow what a distinguished gentleman.” You giggled picking up a photo frame that was placed on top of his cabinet by the door, it was such a cute photo. “Alright that’s enough come here..” He groaned pulling you onto the bed as the two of you sat crossed-legged beside one another. “After leaving for college I wasn’t able to bring all these with me because I had no room but also because my mom has attachment issues to these,” he explained pulling two big albums out of a box.
“Heeseung you were so cute..” You cooed pointing at a photo of him hugging a dog with his eyes smiling shut, another one that showed him in traditional new years clothing holding a cup filled with tea. Something about his room felt so homey, so safe. Filled with bookshelves layering with comics, figurines, and decor you expected from him. “Wait-” you paused noting the way he skipped a bunch of pages in one go. “Those aren’t that interesting how about I show you these instead.” He panicked trying to pull the album away as you laughed reaching over causing a little too far that had you fall on top of him. Your smile faded softly as you noted the way his hair fell back revealing his pretty forehead and dark brows. 
“What are you hiding from me hmm?” You hummed feeling his hand travel up your thigh before settling on your hip. Shaking his head he couldn’t help but stare at the image of you on top of him with the sun breaking through the blinds painting a pattern on you. Licking your lips you placed a hand beside him lowering yourself before grabbing the album beside his pillow brushing against his cheek as you held in a chuckle noting how his eyes flickered before watching you flop stomach first beside him. 
“Ah, so these are what you wanted to hide from me.” You giggled seeing pictures of Heeseung dressed up in costumes dancing on stage at school or in the front yard you recognized. You felt him turning to his side an arm draping over your waist as you flipped through the pages. Going through the albums was like watching Heeseung grow through pictures, his smile and eyes were still the same but you couldn’t help but see a slight change over the years. “Wow what a K-pop idol…” you teased hearing him snicker as he pulled you closer causing you to push the album away. “My parents weren’t fond of me using my time like that the older I got…to be honest if I wanted to do what I wanted I’d be an art major.” You noted around the room his walls and shelves were filled with sketchbooks and art supplies, a guitar in the corner, and a piano pressed against the wall. 
“Are you happy to be home?” You asked him shifting closer to play with his bangs that were fluttering against his brows. Nodding with his eyes slowly blinking, he couldn’t help but sigh feeling your fingers softly brush against his forehead. “I’m happy to come home with you.” Leaning in you couldn’t help but feel so at ease, you understood what he meant that day he confessed about never feeling this way before. “I’m happy you invited me.” You whispered watching his gaze flicker between your eyes and lips, you could feel his fingers digging slightly into your sweater tugging against the fabric slightly revealing your collarbone. The sun warmed you slightly along with the warmth Heeseung radiated with his pretty eyes and soft touches. Before the both of you could do anything else the door swung open revealing someone you could only assume was his older brother.
“Oh shit sorry to interrupt but mom’s home and wants you to say hi to our guest.” Without saying anything else he closed the door again leaving Heeseung groaning as you cry with embarrassment. Heeseung laughed getting up before helping you up as well asking what was wrong. “What do you mean what’s wrong your brother just walked in on us almost making out!” You slapped his arm softly as he shrugged. “Almost,” he emphasizes dragging you down the stairs as the closer you got the louder the voices got. 
“Heeseung Hyung!” A younger kid greeted as the two exchanged a handshake, the younger boy noticed you behind and pushed Heeseung’s hand away before reaching out for yours. “Why hello I’m Wooyoung nice to meet you.” He wasn’t any older than fourteen but you couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden change in demeanor causing Heeseung to grab his collar pushing him in the other direction. You noticed the guest were all actually just Heeseung’s relatives who came to visit both him and his brother. “Y/N I’m gonna go out back to help my dad and uncles with something my mom’s in the kitchen I’ll be back.” Nodding you reluctantly walked towards the loud kitchen, laughter and hushed conversations being made as the smell of food filled the kitchen. Peeking your head in you could see all the ladies speaking among each other before one of his aunts noticed you. “Y/N come in!” The kitchen erupted as they welcomed you to help out standing next to Heeseung’s mom. As you helped prepare ingredients you expected the questions flooding in about your life and about you and Heeseung. 
“Heeseung mentioned how you were a journalist how is that going to help you once you graduate?” One of his aunts asked, a hint of condescension lacing her voice. You didn’t want to be disrespectful as you gave her a tight smile, “Well I’m currently working as one of the main writers for one of the most disguised undergrad fashion publishers, but I plan on moving to do professional journalism that I’m very confident in since I’ve worked with my professors on professional columns and articles.” You really tried not to show off but the moment you saw some of the girls your age giggling to each other you didn’t really try after that. 
“Is it true Heeseung has been lacking in school lately? I heard you never had this problem with Heejoon I wonder what’s wrong with Heeseung, maybe he’s distracted because you know…” Slamming the knife on the counter you coughed slightly as the ladies were speaking as if you weren’t in the room. Not wanting to continue they began speaking among themselves as you continued preparing. “Don’t listen to them, they aren’t used to Heeseung bringing home girls,” Wooyoung said standing beside you munching on a cookie. “Honestly, they’re not used to Heeseung coming home at all that’s why his parents invited everyone.” Looking around you could feel the sudden exclusion the moment you decided to stand up for yourself. 
“Wooyoung can you go call Heejoon to the backyard to help your dad and uncle.” Heeseung’s mom ask as the boy ran away. “I hope I’m doing this right.” You softly said causing her to chuckle as she nodded. “You’re doing perfect honey thank you for helping.” After a couple of minutes you noticed she was still standing beside you as you glanced to the side taking in her conflicted expression. “I’m really sorry about earlier, the others are quite nosy I hope you don’t feel offended.” Ah, shaking your head politely you assured her it was fine as you began helping with other things. You weren’t sure why she never said anything back when the others were bad-mouthing Heeseung, you couldn’t understand why as a mother she didn’t defend her child. You were beginning to regret coming not because of Heeseung but because of his shit family.
Once you were finished you excused yourself to go grab your jacket since it was a little chilly at night. “Did you hear her earlier? What’s up with that is she trying to show off?” You recognized it to be one of the girls from earlier, being family friends you weren’t even sure why she was even inserting her opinion in the first place. You were just going to ignore the comments before hearing something that made you almost physically shake in anger. 
“I mean Heeseung is similar, despite being his brother's shadow he walks around proud for no reason, match made in heaven in my opinion.” Slamming the door closed you heard them immediately gasp as you stepped away from the bedroom door noting that they were standing in the hallway. 
“You three have a lot to say for not knowing about what you’re talking about.” You started off watching them shift uncomfortably under your gaze. You really could not understand, why was everyone here so damn nosy and opinionated. You couldn’t blame Heeseung for not visiting as often, it was toxic. You don’t see his parents or brother defending him against these people talking about their own blood. You didn’t understand why Heeseung stated he was happy to be home with you, but it was because you were the only one who appreciated him for being him. 
“You know what I love about journalism is that there’s this never-ending need to learn, the more I learn the more I can educate ignorant people about things they would never learn on their own, you know why?” You asked voice hard as you felt the anger boil inside. You could recall your first conversation with Heeseung at his apartment when the two of you spoke about your families for the first time, he mentioned his family was his motivation but you realized now it wasn’t the same motivation that is filled with courage and love. It was motivation to prove you were good enough. 
“Because ignorant people who judge are normal, but the ones who have opinions on things they don’t know about are one of the ones who are best to prove wrong.” You scoff clenching the jacket as they simply avoided eye contact. “I don’t care if you talk about me since we don’t know each other, but don’t talk about Heeseung when you know of the good things he’s done because at that point you’re just fucking irritating. If I hear another thing coming from you about him I won’t hold back even if it’s in front of the adults.” You emphasized eyes darting behind them as they caught the hint to leave. 
Sighing you couldn’t help but feel terrible, if the younger ones talked this way you didn’t even want to hear how the adults did. The moment you saw Heejoon, you could feel the overbearing pride he had when the others brought him up by bringing Heeseung down, you hated it. Before walking down the stairs you were pulled into a room and almost screamed in shock before seeing who it was. 
“Heeseung you scared the fuck out of me!” You hissed pushing his shoulder as he didn’t say anything. Leaning against the door you took in the way his eyes were slightly dropped, lips in a frown as he kept his hand on your wrist. “You heard everything?” When he didn’t reply you frowned pulling your wrist from his hold. “Why did you say all of that?” He asked gazing to the floor as your brows furrowed deeper. “Because it’s true Heeseung, just because you allow them to talk about you like that doesn’t mean I will.” You softly reassured bringing your hand up to graze his cheek, leaning into your touch you couldn’t help but feel your heart break at the sight of him being so vulnerable, so defeated by words alone. 
“I’m truly so proud of you Heeseung, if the people here saw you the way your peers and I see you, they’d understand everything they’ve said to and behind your back are so wrong.” You whispered seeing the way his doe eyes stared into yours admiring the way you were looking at him with endearment and admiration. God you were so beautiful to him, your eyes slightly glossy even in the dark as he could feel your soft hands holding him with so much softness. You made him crazy, bet or not it was like he’s always known that you were someone that was going to come into his life and entangle yourself with his feelings and thoughts, the night he met you at the party it was that feeling of just knowing that he just knew. 
Maybe this was why everything was coming to him naturally because it’s what he truly felt, he always told himself he was never one for relationships because that was just something he believed was best for him. Yet here you were, interrupting his sad and ‘peaceful’ life with your unpredictable acts of love and passion. He’s been wanting you for so long now but he wasn’t willing to mix feelings with you. But the more he fought with his thoughts the more he realized he didn’t have to mix anything, all he felt for you was love. “I’ll always be there for you okay?” He didn’t know such simple words could impact him as much as they did when you whispered them to him.
“Y/N…” He whispered pushing you further into the door, you dropped your hand on his shoulder steading yourself as you could smell his minty breath fanning your lips.
“Y/N I want you.” He whispered bringing his head down into your shoulder inhaling the scent that he craved badly. He shuddered feeling you place wet kisses against his neck, whispering to him sweet words that could make him fall to his knees. As he pulled away he noted the way you were looking at him after unconsciously licking your lips, any thought of sanity was thrown out the window as he leaned in pressing you further into the door before doing what the both of you wanted so badly. 
Without another second your lips connected, causing you to gasp as Heeseung brought his hands up your side, resting one on your hip holding you in place and another behind the nape of your neck pushing you closer to him till the both of you fitted like pieces to a puzzle. The kiss started slow and intimate before it turned needy, messy. This was your first kiss since the one at the soccer game but it felt so different, and you weren’t sure why all you knew was you wanted more. His tender touches as he rubbed the back of your neck made you melt further into him, you couldn’t help but whimper feeling him knick at your lips, your mind hazy as all you could think of was Heeseung. Heeseung Heeseung fucking Heeseung.
The small whines you would release made him dizzy, he could feel himself losing control the more he felt you against him; feeling him. He could sense you fighting for dominance which made him smirk slightly into the kiss turning you around and guiding you to the bed, fluttering pecks against one another to catch your breath. 
Sighing into the kiss he could feel you run your hands once again up his chest before pulling him closer, your hand coming up to tangle in his hair once you did. He practically moaned feeling you roll your hips forward while your soft hand tugged his locks. He hastily snuck a hand around your thigh pulling your knee up trying to produce as much friction as he could his mind was hazy as all he could think about was how sweet you were, so sweet he couldn’t stop. He just wanted more and by the way you responded to his touches, you did too.
Leaving wet kisses along your neck and jaw he was in awe seeing how your parted wet lips showed evidence of his desire with your hair sprawled against the beige bedding, chest heaving for air as you called for him to come closer. You were just exquisite everything about you felt unreal, he needed you so bad there was nothing else he could think of. Before he could come down for another the voice of his brother looking for the both of you in the hall stopped him. He has always despised his brother, but nothing could compare to now as he felt you rub his chest calming him down.
“I don’t want to stay here anymore.” He whispered nudging your nose with his causing you to caress his face with your fingers. “Then let’s go home.” You smiled watching him nod, eyes gazing at you with so much love you knew after today the reason why you’ve been feeling this guilt eat at you for some time. You liked Heeseung, you think you love him even. All you knew was the more you wanted answers the more questions you ended with. Maybe it was because he was as lost and broken as you were, just in different ways. 
All you knew was meeting Heeseung for the first time felt like watching a movie, his unexpected charms and hidden plot made you realize he was more than what other people say, their opinions about him meant nothing if you didn’t think that way about him. And that’s all that mattered. A man who was willing to put up with your antics unknowingly was a man who loved unconditionally. The look in each other's eyes screamed for more, screamed for acknowledgment that this was love, not a bet; not a written column. 
“What do we tell your parents and family?” You asked sitting up as he pecked your lips again. 
“We don’t tell them anything.” 
After sneaking away with all your things, you were too exhausted to do anything as you arrived at Heeseung’s apartment. He somehow convinced you to stay the night as you found yourself brushing your teeth while your eyes fought to stay awake. Heeseung was taking care of something for class in his workroom when he told you not to wait for him as you peek in to see him with his glasses on at his desk. You tried your best you really did, but it was a long day and all you wanted was to lay down and sleep. 
Heeseung wasn’t sure how long he was on call for, but upon walking into his bedroom; he found you under his blanket with your arms wrapped around Dongsik, a smile forming on his lips unknowingly. Slowly dipping on the bed he couldn’t help but admire the way your lashes flutter on your cheeks, lips lightly parted as your grip around the plush was soft. He just couldn’t stop staring, laying on his side he found it so crazy how you were here right now, next to him so domestically. “Y/N..” he called out softly not expecting you to respond, he was just making sure you were actually there. 
You hummed acknowledging his call which caused him to flinch surprised. “I’m sorry did I wake you up?” Shaking your head your eyes slightly opened seeing Heeseung lying facing you, Dongsik in the middle much to his dislike. “I was waiting for you.” A small grin on your face as you closed your eyes again. You could feel his fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve before he brushed away a few strands of hair. “You should sleep Hee.” you sighed feeling him scoot closer despite squishing the plush between you two.
“I can only sleep if you’re next to me.” You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was slightly pouting, his bottom lip pushed out as he tugged Dongsik out of your grasp. “Heeseung don’t throw him what if you kill him?” You joked feeling him pull you into his arms as he snuggled into your neck. “What do you mean he’s just sleeping- look.” He motioned towards the floor as you giggled quietly running your fingers through his hair, he sighed inhaling your scent realizing you smelled like him. 
“Y/N..” he called for you again earning a small hum telling him you were still somehow awake. “Thank you.” he sighed again gripping you tighter as you slightly shifted to look at him. “For what Heeseung?” You asked fingers mindlessly grazing his scalp as he closed his eyes. “I love you.” pausing you couldn’t help but pull away to look at his face not knowing if what you heard was real or a dream you were having. 
“And I want to officially ask you to be my girlfriend…since I realized I never properly asked you.” He mumbled remembering the incident at the Han River as he impulsively called you his girlfriend. “You promise?” Gazing up he noticed your eyes wide as they were slightly glossy causing him to sit up slightly afraid he said too much. “You promise you love me?” He could only reassure you with kisses as you nodded cupping his face as you kissed him slightly, “Yes Heeseung, yes.” You nodded watching his eyes shine from the moonlight. “There’s this banquet happening and I want you to come with me, promise?” nodding you could only watch as he kissed your knuckles before pulling you into his chest sighing as there was only one thing you needed to take care of left.
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“Mrs.Park, may I have a word with you?” You asked waiting after the meeting was over to approach her. “Y/N I’ve been loving the notes you have I’m excited to see the final on my desk in a couple of days.” She grinned taking a seat at her desk as you stood there with your hands clasped. “I can’t write this article Mrs.Park, I’m willing to write about anything else but I just can’t-” 
“Don’t tell me you caught feelings for this guy.” She scoffed slightly laughing as your brows furrowed upset. “Y/N you’re a professional, take this as a lesson to separate feelings from work. I’m expecting that copy in a couple of days.” She wrote on her clipboard as you struggled to find words. You didn’t want to do it anymore, you knew it was a risk accepting the challenge but you never knew the challenge was falling in love. You didn’t want to but if you didn’t you’d be hurting your last chance at that front cover opportunity. “But Mrs. Park please-” 
“No buts Y/N if you won’t do it you won’t get this chance again, and I’m not talking about the topic choice.” She threatened causing you to close your mouth shut again. Walking away defeated you couldn’t help but think what would’ve happened if it was someone else, it would’ve been easy just not with Heeseung. To be fair you had the column written already, you just didn’t want to submit it knowing it could ruin something you knew was too good to be true. 
As you were walking up to his apartment you could see Jake and Jay walking out of his apartment clapping Heeseung on the back as he smiled smugly.
After telling all the guys about what happened this weekend they were happy for him, they concluded you were probably just bipolar after what happened on league night but seeing how much Heeseung opened up and blossomed after meeting you was something they won’t deny. When he informed them he officially asked you out all they could do was congratulate him in joy.
“All you have to do is get her to come to the banquet this weekend and you actually win the bet!” Jake exclaimed as Jay rolled his eyes half shocked yet half impressed. “I knew you could do it but I didn’t know you’d actually do that.” He nodded his head at Dongsik who was sitting on the sofa nicely.
“What bet.” Turning towards you Heeseung immediately saw the way your usual smile dropped as your gaze wavered. “Uh well…” Jake started off not knowing what to say as Heeseung pushed past him, seeing you walk away quickly. “Y/N wait no let me explain!”  
“Heeseung what is there to explain, you made a fucking bet on me? God I’m so stupid I should’ve known this was all fake.” You cried out understanding how he still stayed despite everything you did to get rid of him. “At first it was a bet between me and Sunghoon over whose proposal we’d use, but over time I truly did fall in love with you. Y/N believe me.” He plead watching as you couldn’t even meet his gaze. The look of your distant and saddened eyes broke his heart as all he could do was loosen his hold on your arm as you turned to him one last time.
“I don’t believe you.” 
Over the next couple of days, Heeseung wasn’t able to contact you at all, no calls went through no texts were delivered he didn’t know what to do. Fuck the bet, none of that mattered if he didn’t have you. “Yo cheer up man…”Sunghoon comforted as the four drank a glass of champagne greeting many professors, business entrepreneurs, and marketers that came to the banquet. “I’m sorry things happened that way but I told you it wasn’t a good idea,” Jay added rubbing his shoulder as Heeseung fixed his tie. Every time he passed near your building you’d either be gone or too busy for him to see. 
“I don’t want to ask questions but why is Y/N here?” Jake suddenly questioned making Heeseung jump at your name alone. Turning around there he saw you looking around as you walked around in your pretty formal black dress. If he could he would kiss you right then and there but he just couldn’t, no matter how much he missed you he felt guilty. “What are you doing here?”
“Because unlike you I actually keep my promises.” You couldn’t help but snap, remembering the conversation you had with him that night after returning from his parents. “You said as long as I show up you win the bet for your stupid proposal right?” You asked, watching Jake and Sunghoon nod staring at you fixing your earring. 
“Well yeah, but do you love him?” The question made you freeze as Heeseung watched the way your eyes softened sadly. You wanted to say no, you really did. 
Coming tonight you weren’t sure if it was to make yourself feel better about proving to his family he was good enough or if you wanted to make yourself feel better knowing you always believed that. He might have used you but what you saw and felt was so real, if there was one last memory you had of him you wanted it to be knowing you helped Heeseung prove his shitty family wrong. Every night you couldn’t help but replay all the memories you shared with him over the past month.
Despite not being able to say it back that night you knew you did, you loved him. It all made sense yet it all didn’t, you weren’t in the position to be mad at him since he still doesn’t know about your column and his unconscious efforts as your inspiration but you knew what you felt was real. 
“Yeah I did, I really did.” blinking uncontrollably, Heeseung could only watch as you turned to walk away your silhouette showcasing a soft sigh. You loved him. If you loved him and he loved you there was no way this was unfixable- 
“Y/N what are you doing here?” Freezing you recognized who the voice belonged to as Heeseung kept his hold on your wrist. “Mrs. Park?” eyes widening you watched her walk towards you introducing some men you figured to be fashion marketers.
“This is one of my most talented students, she’s currently working on a column about how to lose a man in a month! Isn’t that so exciting and fresh? The copy should be on my desk soon and I hope you gentlemen have the opportunity to read it once published, now excuse us darling.” She finally turned towards you bidding goodbye as you blinked understanding the situation you were in now.
“How to what?” You heard Heeseung hiss the grip on your wrist tightening as you turned to face him. “Oh don’t act like that with me you used me for your stupid fucking bet.” You countered, your chest heaving as you could feel the lump in your throat forming. Heeseung had to control himself despite his hold on you shaking, he couldn’t believe you were going to use him as a story, a story for people to read for entertainment was that all he was to you? Entertainment?  
“You want to talk about integrity and honor as if you didn’t use me like a hamster on a wheel for your damn column?” By now everyone was aware of the argument in place, as the guys tried to pull Heeseung away before anything else could happen drawing more attention. After his grip on you was gone you immediately left through the front doors, holding your dress up as your heels were already killing you from being new. 
“Y/N! You don’t get to walk away like that-” 
“Or what Heeseung? You’re gonna make another bet that I won’t? Because you were able to get me to fall in love with you?” You sneered pushing his shoulder with your nail as you saw him roll his jaw in anger. “And if I did would you add that to your little story? Make sure to include all the times you acted like a lunatic to get a reaction out of me. Did you have fun testing your fucked up theories?” he closed the gap between you, peering down as you could see his eyes wavering. 
“Yeah I did and maybe I’ll add that I was just some girl…some girl you decided on at a party too.” your voice broke feeling the burning sensation hit the back of your throat and your eyes watered. You knew you weren’t a saint in this situation but what Heeseung did felt so wrong to you. You felt used, and discarded because at this point you weren’t sure what was real and what wasn’t. 
“You want to know the difference between me and you Heeseung? I was decent enough to not make someone feel like they’re loved and they’re important when I didn’t mean it.” You hissed watching his expression harden as you continued. 
Huffing you trailed your graze in the distance feeling embarrassed, not embarrassed that you were part of a bet; embarrassed that you fell for it anyways. “I don’t know what it felt to you but to me, it felt real, it meant more than it should have and maybe that’s why I lost in the end.” You whispered, eyes not breaking his as you could feel your palms growing numb from your nails digging into the sensitive skin. 
“You know what Y/N you want to learn how to lose a guy in thirty days? Just write about everything you’ve done, I’m sure you’ll get that front page with ease.” His voice laced with hurt and anger as he watched the tear finally break to your cheeks. 
“No Heeseung I can’t, it’s impossible for me to lose you because you were never mine to begin with.” You knew you hit the nail right where you needed as you saw the way he gulped, shoulders deflating slightly as you took one last look at him. 
“Congratulations on winning your bet.” Feeling your eyes pool with tears you immediately turned to leave Heeseung standing in one place as all he could do was watch your silhouette disappear. 
“Hmmmm.” You could only watch as Mrs. Park tapped her foot flipping through your final draft, over the past couple of days you’ve been keeping to yourself despite Chaewon wanting to be there for you but things just felt easier to handle alone. “Although this is not what I was expecting…” She sighed pulling her glasses off her face before placing them on the table. “This is so much better than I predicted Y/N as expected you have a talent for writing.” Your smile grew upon hearing her words. “So I get the front page of next month’s magazine?” You softly asked the smile on your face brightening as she nodded her grin growing as she gazed at your work knowing this was going to change the way Decelis Magazine published from now on. 
“Does that mean I can write about anything I want now?”  
“Oh honey if it means writing like this then yes do whatever your mind takes you to.” She reassured you sipping on her drink after rubbing her hands in scented lotion that was a little too strong for your liking. You haven’t spoken to Heeseung since that night a couple of days ago and in a way, you could thank him. Despite everything you learned a lot from him when it came to putting yourself first in education and opportunities, efforts are rewarded to those who work the hardest; even in ways you wish you could do differently. Never underestimate someone who is on a mission and willing to do anything to accomplish it. 
“Okay that’s great I’m already thinking of new columns to work on! The next one I was planning to write about is how there’s heavy discrimination again women on campus and-” 
“Woah woah woah, when I meant anything I meant anything related to what you’ve already published Y/N.” She stopped you, standing up as she walked to the couch. Pausing you weren’t understanding her proposition as you followed her, mouth slightly agape as you were trying your best to not sound ungrateful. “Wait Mrs.Park what do you mean? Can I write about city poverty? Environmental issues? Government corruption? Global Warming from fast fashion at least?” You blinked continuing to name off issues as she shook her head at almost every single social conflict in existence. “How about you write something about fashion accessories, shoes? Even the latest makeup releases Y/N I don’t know but it’s your freedom now.” She shrugged scrolling through her phone as you looked at her with your brows furrowed.
 “So when you meant I could write about whatever I wanted..” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as she looked up to finish for you. 
“Yes I meant anything you wanted fashion lifestyle-related. What do we look like a newspaper publisher?” she scoffed causing you to sigh in defeat. You didn’t want to be writing about fashion columns for the rest of your life, that was just not something you desired. Staying here would mean numerous opportunities when it came to the fashion world once you graduated, but you wanted to write and learn about the real world. You didn’t want this. 
“I’m sorry Mrs.Park this is a very big opportunity and I’m glad you think I’m worthy of this position, but it’s just something I don’t want nor see myself doing…not anymore.” You stood up noting how she was quietly observing you. “I’ve enjoyed my time here at Decelis Magazine but I think it’s time for me to do what I’m truly passionate about. I’ve learned a lot here and I’m forever grateful for you taking me in as an amateur writer Mrs.Park really.” You politely spoke, watching as she scratched her chin in thought. Turning to walk away your steps felt heavy yet light at the same time. Heavy that you were now not only jobless but you had to look at those backup options you considered before. Light knowing you were finally doing something for yourself, and not for anyone else and that’s all you ever wanted.
“Y/N.” Stopping in your tracks you turned around to see Mrs.Park standing up as she sighed. “You have a gift Y/N, I’ve seen the work you’ve done in your classes and research groups. There’s no doubt you’ll be a pleasure at your next venture. If you ever need to come back you’re always welcome.” She smiled softly, your eyes widening as you nodded gratefully. Giving her one last smile, you went to go pack your things. 
“Yeah you know what, it’s not something I can say I’m proud of, but I wasn’t lying when I said fuck the bet after a while.” Heeseung sighed his arms propped behind his head. Licking his lips he couldn’t help but sigh as the faint smell of jasmine and vanilla whirled around him, the only thing that’s been allowing him to sleep was your lingering scent that was slowly fading. 
“I miss her a lot, even though she tried using me for her column I understand the situation she’s in right now is worst than mine. At least I enjoy what I’m doing.” He chuckled remembering the way your eyes would shine talking about what you wanted to do after graduating. “If there is something I hope she knows it’s that it was real for me too. It was real..” He repeated his heart dropping slightly as your teary eyes made him frown from the memory alone. If he could he would, call you and apologize for hours if it meant reassuring you that it was so much more than a bet. 
“I hate to admit it but Jay was right when he said this was stupid.” He shook his head in disbelief. 
“It’s nice to talk to you, I’m grateful you’re here.” He sighed turning his head against his pillow as he reached his hand out to grab the plush. “Dongsik I know you miss your mom but I don’t think she’s willing to talk to me right now.” He groaned scrolling through his phone looking at the photos he took of you while he cradled the cat plush. 
“Y/N you can’t just sit around and mope all day,” Chaewon whined watching you sit on your couch with a laptop on your lap. “Chaewon I have to finish my resume for my interview coming up! I promise we’ll celebrate once I finish everything.” you knew she was just wanting you to get out of the house but you had things to take care of first. After cleaning up all your stuff the day you quit, you haven’t been out of the house unless it was for groceries or to pick up delivery. Sitting beside you, the girl simply laid her head on your shoulder watching your fingers twitch as you typed away. 
“I wished our newspaper publisher wasn’t so shit, what am I gonna do when you’re three hours away.” She sadly asked, feeling you lean against her as you sighed. “That's only if I pass the interview.” You weren’t nervous per se about the interview knowing that you were more than qualified but if anything you were more scared about the after. After you were accepted then what? 
“Chaewon what? You look like you want to ask me something.” You hummed not looking up from your laptop as you typed away. “Have you talked to Heeseung yet?” Pausing you sighed closing your laptop as you shook your head. “Don’t you think you should talk to him before you leave?” Licking your lips you knew you wanted to talk to him, the both of you deserved an apology from each other but the both of you were too prideful to reach out first. 
“Talk and say what? That I love him and that I regret what I did?” You asked sarcastically watching her stare at you blankly. “Yeah?” She answers almost bewildered at your cluelessness before slapping your thigh. Yelping in pain your eyes widened at her before the two of you grew quiet.
“What if I talk to him and he says he doesn’t even like me..” You brought up playing with the hem of your sweats. “Then you can view it as a goodbye,” she replied rubbing your arm as you sighed softly. 
“Y/N I know things are a lot for you right now and the last thing you want to do is deal with annoying men but even I can see the change in you after meeting Heeseung.” She explained as you kept quiet. “And I mean it in a good way too…” You could see it as well even if you didn’t want to admit it, this was out of your comfort zone.
“I think it’s important for you to acknowledge that somewhere between that first hello and who knows if it’s your last goodbye, there was love Y/N. The both of you had so much.” glancing at her you realized she was right. But you weren’t sure if you were ready for your last goodbye.
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“Alright, good job today everyone we’ll start the summer proposal soon so till then remember to properly prepare on your own.” Professor Cho nodded bidding the four boys off after their meeting. As usual, Heeseung busied himself deeply with his work and assignments since the start of the major project the four were chosen for was starting soon. And since he won the bet his proposal was chosen to lead the group. 
“Are you sure you want to combine both proposals? I know how much you were committed to the one you and Jay put into it.” Jake asked watching Heeseung hum with a nod. It was surprising to them, Heeseung who always had to do things his way announced during the meeting that the proposal was going to be a combination of the two. He realized he wasn’t the only one depending on this opportunity and it wasn’t fair for him to make the final call. “My man..” Jake grinned clapping his shoulder as the four walked out of the business building.
“I think you should read this.” Sunghoon sang waving around a very familiar magazine as the guys chuckled watching Heeseung refuse softly. “Heeseung I know you’re not willing to stop being a little bitch boy right now but maybe reading this would make you realize something.” Turning to Sunghoon, Heeseung gave him an annoyed and exasperated frown. “And why the hell would I read a column that’s about me?” Shaking his head he fixed his shoulder bag as he Jay began reading out loud as they walked. 
“Starting this column I had a goal to test out the classic dating flaws to see if it was really enough to lose a man.”’ A small chuckle escaped from him as they continued walking admiring the cool spring breeze. “Well it worked, a little too well. And I’ve never been more regretful of something so much in my life. The past month I was able to not only learn a lot about him but learn a lot about myself as well. Even if it was too good to be true, which it was..” Jay paused once the group stopped under a tree. 
“It still doesn’t change the fact I’ve never felt as loved and important to someone as much as I did in the past month. Our ‘almost’ haunts me when I think about them but I learned that you’ll eventually end up where you need to be, with who you’re supposed to be with, and doing what you should be doing….”  Jay sighed not expecting the column to be so heavy.
“With this being my final column for Decelis Magazine what I want to tell everyone reading is that you are enough, a thousand times enough in this life and the next. Take it from someone who doesn’t love with half a heart when I say I’ll always be there for you.” Jay finished noting how Heeseung was lucidly staring at the floor his eyes conflicted as a sad smile painted his lips. 
“Heeseung I don’t need to start another bet with you to have your ass go find her right?” Sunghoon joked handing the magazine over to him watching the gloss form over Heeseung’s doe eyes. Shaking his head he simply chuckled not believing you actually published an apology for your story instead of calling him, gosh you were insane and he loved it. 
“I don’t need a damn bet.”
Rushing towards your apartment Heeseung couldn’t help but panic as you weren’t picking up any of his calls, everything went straight to voicemail. A familiar figure caught his eye of the bob-haired girl heading out of the building. Chaewon’s eyes widened upon seeing Heeseung’s out-of-breath figure in front of her. “Where’s Y/N?” She noticed the magazine rolled in his hands and a small smile made its way to her face. 
“She’s not here, she left not that long ago to catch the train for an interview.” Thanking her swiftly he turned around only stopping to ask her something, “You were her therapist that one time on the phone right?” Pausing Chaewon chuckled awkwardly watching Heeseung run off after laughing knowing this was the last chance he got if he wanted to make things right.
As he arrived at the train station the sound of whistles and music playing at the outside facility was filled with students going home for break and workers commuting from and to work. Looking for the correct number station he wasn’t even sure if he made it on time, you could’ve been gone and he would’ve lost what he thought was the last opportunity to prove himself to you. Hastily looking around the station he was informed you’d be at it was quite empty, he couldn’t help but panic trailing his eyes over the benches before his gaze stopped recognizing a familiar coat from behind. 
“Y/N!” He called out watching as you spun around wondering who was calling your name, Heeseung felt deja vu; like it was the first time he saw you. He saw the way your eyes filled with confusion the same way they did at the party, your pretty lashes catching the shadow from the sun as you stared at him in shock. “Heeseung? What are you doing here?” You gapped holding onto your luggage as you were about to line up for boarding. 
“We need to talk Y/N…” walking closer to you he couldn’t help but feel all the emotions he’s been piling up explode in a matter of seconds from just seeing you. “I need to explain everything to you-” 
“I’ve seen your texts and heard your voice messages, I know.” You softly mumbled noting the tiredness evident on his face. You missed him so much, you haven’t realized how long it’s been until you noticed how long the hair on his nape had grown. “I’m so sorry Y/N even if you aren’t mad about the bet anymore I’m sorry you had to find out about it that way.” He sighed rubbing his face as you noticed the magazine in his hand. 
“Did you mean it?” You spoke catching him off guard as he was trying to understand what you were asking, your eyes softly filled with hope as you looked at him slowly grasp the meaning behind your words.
“I hope you know every time I wished you a good night, every time I told you to get home safe, to call me when you needed me, I meant it all. I never realized it myself but I was just finding new ways to show you how much I care for you, that I love you.” Hearing the sincerity in his voice you couldn’t help but feel your throat tighten, looking off to the side not wanting to see those onyx eyes you grew so fond over. 
He wanted you to look at him, meet his eyes so he knew you were feeling the same way he did. The longing and yearning he felt when you weren’t around when you weren’t his. 
“Y/N look at me.” he sternly called out quietly, and it was enough because you did.
“Did you mean it?” He asked you this time holding up the magazine as you tilted your head at him; your expression softening as you noticed his glossy eyes and shaking grip he had on despite his calm voice. Did you mean it? When you watched Heeseung sleep in your arms you felt overwhelmed, overwhelmed with the fact he existed and you were there with him. His reassurance and soft touches felt like this irreplaceable comfort that you only felt with him. 
You meant every word. Nodding softly you could feel your throat tightening as the intercom called for boarding passengers, the grip on the luggage handle tightening hearing Heeseung cursed under his breath.
“Then where you going?” He asked stepping closer to you as you peered up at him confused. 
“I quit the magazine so I’m looking to transfer if I pass my interview.” You explained watching as he flung the magazine on the bench the closer he got. “I know Y/N and I’m confident you’ll pass with flying colors but that’s not what I asked.” He sighed reaching for your hand that was clenched on the luggage handle. 
“I know you can do anything you put your mind to Y/N, and I know that you know about Mrs. Park's recent request for the publishing newspaper to receive more funds which was approved,” Licking your lips you narrowed your gaze to the side knowing he saw through your actions. 
Chaewon informed you a few days earlier that Mrs.Park had requested the school board to support the university newspaper claiming that it was a waste to not make use of their talented students. You still wanted to attend this interview as it didn’t hurt anyone if you did, if anything you took this as a trip to clear your mind. 
“So where you going?” He repeated softly this time, bringing his other hand up to cup your cheek as he wiped away a tear under your eye. 
“Last call for passengers heading to XXX your train is now departing.” the intercom announced as late passengers passed the two of you. Peering up your eyes searched for his and all he could see was the way your hand was now squeezing his, wanting the last piece of reassurance to convince you more than you already were. 
“Stay,” he whispered, pulling you closer as your heart fluttered at how tender he was with you. “Why?” your challenging question caused him to chuckle as he brought both of his hands cupping your jaw. 
“ There are many reasons Y/N..” 
“I just need one.” You murmured, bringing your hand up to grasp his wrist, noting the small glint in his eyes that were appreciating the way yours glowed from the sun despite the tight grip you had on him.
“Because I want you to.” he grinned watching you scoff slightly. “That’s not really convincing me Heeseung.” You joked, recalling the first conversation you had saying something similar along those lines. He hummed rubbing your jaw as his lips pursed slightly playing along with your teasing, thinking of something to say back. 
“Because Dongsik misses his mom and I can’t be a single dad.” You laughed recalling the cat plush you left at his place as you watched the smile on his lips grow with each second. Heeseung couldn’t help but stare quietly at you laughing as the breeze blew your hair behind you. God you were everything.
“Answer this one thing for me then..” You grinned watching him nod, the smile on his lips growing as he traced his fingers down your side feeling you tug at him slightly. “Shoot.”
“All is fair in love and war.” You murmured catching the slight scent of his cologne as the corner of his lips pulled in a grin caressing your hair. 
“True.”
“Then we’re even.” The closer he leaned in, the more you pulled for him wanting more, the soft buzz you felt as he caressed your jaw no longer bothered you as the one thing you’d been dreaming-longing was finally yours, kissing tenderly fully and whole heartily your chest bloomed in warmth. The kiss was soft, feeling his lips on your finally after so long you sighed bringing your hands up to wrap around his neck. From the first moment the two of you met it was like the universe aligned perfectly in space in time. Not love at first sight but familiarity, like you both knew it was going to be each other. 
He always wondered what it felt like to love someone. Maybe it was similar to the way the sun sets so that the moon could rise. How the trees change colors in the presence of autumn, slowly blushing from the first glance. Even how the sea always finds its way back to shore despite how many times being pushed back. All he knew was for him love was simply, you. 
Pulling away from the kiss the sound of the train departing filled your ears, causing you to glance around noting the way no one was left standing around, just the two of you; as it’s always been. You felt Heeseung traced his fingers down your arm; through your palms before enclasping your hands tightly together while he leaned to give you another peck.
“Let’s go home.” Your eyes traced his expression before nodding with a soft smile. All you knew was you loved him long before you had the conscious to tell him yourself, but it didn’t matter because he would wait for you the same way he would in his dreams. 
And you could bet on that.
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The thing is despite shanks outward appearance off a hedonist man living it up in the moment. He is in actuality a man torn between a tragic past and a hopeful future. He only stopped running from the past when he started preparing for the future. Up until recently everything we’ve seen shanks do in present day canon is ready the way for a new era. He has forfeit being King to become a Kingmaker. He carries himself like a Regent just waiting for the next generation to come of age. He is a deeply tragic man stuck between times. Haunted by the ghost of a captain it wasn’t his destiny to save and the dreams of a boy he helped inspire. OPLA Buggy really was right when he said “you’re just a sad lonely little boy wearing another man’s hat” he just wasn’t talking about Luffy.
And despite outwards appearances of a calm and calculating man. Outside of the battle field Mihawk cannot, refuses too, exist anywhere else but the present. He’s a man that lives one day at a time, not because he’s just surviving but because why concern himself with the past or the future when there is now. when there is nothing there that can hurt him anymore and nothing he is scared to face. It’s in the way he went about getting his title, unlike Zoro there wasn’t some guy he was biding his time growing stronger to face. No he went out of his way everyday looking for stronger and stronger opponents to face until he was all that was left till there was no one that could face him, till he was without a doubt the Strongest swordsman there was. That dogged pursuit of anyone and anything capable of putting up a fight with a sword isn’t the Machiavellian calculations of a man capable of planning in the long term. It’s the single minded pursuit of someone only capable of living day to day, opponent to opponent.
And that’s why they fit so well together, Shanks reminds Mihawk that there’s a future out there and it’s gonna be new and interesting and Mihawk reminds shanks that he has a life here and now in the present and he should live it. It’s also a source of contention because Mihawk can’t understand what Shanks is hurtling towards and Shanks can’t understand how Mihawk can stand to stay still when the past is constantly licking at his heels threatening to consume him.
They are playing a game of chess and Shanks is already planning his moves for a play, 10 games ahead while Mihawk is trying to get him to focus on the one right infront of him lest he lose.
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Ten Days (W.M) Pt. 5
Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)
Summary: Y/n and Wanda is stuck in an arranged marriage. What will happen when both of them have their own deals to be done in ten days?
Warning: 18+ SMUT, swearing words, fluff, angsts (specific warning for each parts)
A/n: Well, hey there! I'm back with this series after a while. This chapter is a Valentine's gift for my sweet, Curious George anon. This is a miniseries fic that's inspired by "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days" romcom. If you haven't read this series before, I recommend to read from part 1. (Series masterlist below) Happy reading!
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The rain is pouring. Thunders and lighting sometimes take turns to show their existence. You went straight to Wanda’s house after you spent some time with Yelena and Nat at your place to talk about the plans you have in mind.
Wanda’s heart skips a beat and her face instantly patches a smile as soon as she hears her doorbells. She rushes her steps to the door. Wanda has been waiting for you to come and she greets you with an excited smile.
“Finally! My pretty future wife—” but her smile turns to a little frown and her flirtatious words stop abruptly after she sees you soaking wet and your shoes are covered with mud.
“Hi babe!” Without giving her a chance to avoid it, you hug Wanda quickly and her clothes get a little wet from your drenched clothes. “Oh, hi wife. Why are you soaking wet and covered in mud?” she asked.
“Babe, I'm cold. Can I come in?”
“Uh y-yeah but your–your sh–.” Wanda hesitantly responds but you interrupt her by just walking into her house, leaving traces of mud and trails of dripping water all over the clean white floor.
“My what?” you play dumb. You know Wanda is internally freaking out about the mud and the water, so you walk around more. You try to look confused as you take off your jacket.
“Y-your muddy shoes. You know what darling, it’s okay. I will ask the maid to clean it.” Wanda put on a smile while trying to keep herself together to not tell you to stop walking around spreading more abstract muddy patterns. 
“Oh okay, uh where should I put this wet jacket babe? Can I just put it on the couch? I forget where the bathroom is.” You walk around in a random path before you walk closer to the white fancy expensive couch in the living room.
“Gaah, NO..No..No..No..” Wanda’s loud spontaneous NO stops your move. Good thing that Wanda is behind you and can’t see your face, you almost laugh.
Wanda chuckles awkwardly, putting a forced smile and quickly grabbing yet gently the wet jacket off your hand. She realized her reaction was a bit much but she couldn't help it. Wanda loves everything clean and spotless.
“Y/n sweetheart, uh let me take this from you and how about you take off those pretty shoes now so i can put it outside, okay?” Wanda crouches and helps you take them off. You smile, thinking how sweet she is and you feel bad but the plan must go on.
“What? You will put my shoes outside? They're expensive shoes. What if it ruins it or someone takes it?” You whine as needy as you can to annoy her.
“I know, darling. I can see that. I’ll get you a new one, okay?” she responds as she stands up, holding your dirty shoes.
“Really? You gonna get me a new one? They have some new arrivals, you're gonna get them for me too?” you try to act like materialistic girls to make her lose interest in you.
“Yes, princess.” She answers with a smile. “I would rather pay for new expensive shoes than getting my floor all dirty.” Wanda mumbles, under her breath as she turns around.
“What did you say, Wands?”
“Oh nothing. I said anything for my future wife. Just-just please stay there, y/n.” Wanda patches another awkward smile, hoping you didn’t hear what she said earlier. “Okay..okay..” You agreed in more whiny tones.
“So what happened to you on the way here?” Wanda asks as she does what she needs to do to your jacket and shoes.
“I got a flat tire, so I gotta change it.” you explained. Little does Wanda know, nothing happened. You intentionally stopped at random dirt roads nearby just enough so the rain got you wet and got you as dirty as you can.
Wanda comes back to you, stands so close and it gives you giddy feelings. “Aw, you could’ve called me, love. I would’ve helped you. Next time, if you need anything, just call me, okay?” She pushes aside your hair gently to see your face that she genuinely adores. Then her hand cups your cheek, followed by soft rubs from her thumb on it. Her smile shows automatically whenever she sees you.
Gosh, her green eyes. There is something about them that draws you. You don’t know what it is but oh well, you think it’s probably nothing. Maybe it’s just the color. You clear your throat to prevent yourself from getting lost in those charming eyes.
“Uh, Wands? I’m cold.”
Wanda quickly gets back from the trance. Both of you look a little awkward.
 “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. I apologized, my dear. You need to shower and change clothes. The guest bathroom–”
“No, your bathroom. I don’t want to use the guest bathroom, am i still just a guest for you babe? So much for being your future wife.” you roll your eyes, showing her your pretend unamused expression.
“Uh right, right. Well, okay then. You can go to my room and use my bathroom and wear my clothes after that.”
“Sounds good. I just want cozy clothes since we are relaxing.” you demand one more time.
“Coming right up.” Wanda smiles as soon as she sees your smile.
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You turned on the shower to trick Wanda that you are taking a shower while you move on to the next plan.
You took out some fake pieces of hair and spread it in the bathroom floor, bathroom sink and even in the shower to leave some fake trails of your hair falls.
Thanks to Yelena’s interest in pranking others, she lets you borrow her things. You wonder what other things you can use for the plan. You take them out from your purse quietly and you read what’s written on it. Fart Cushion and Fart Spray, you shake your head a little, trying to figure out when and how these two things will work.
Then you hear Wanda is saying something from the other side of the door. “Y/n, I got the towel and clothes for you. Do you want me to put the towel in the bathroom and leave the clothes in my bed, darling? Then I’ll wait for you downstairs.”
An idea pops up in your mind right away and you want to laugh as soon as you figure out that now is the perfect time to use these two things.
“Can you wait for me until I’m done please babe? I don’t want you to be far away from me, I miss you. I’ll tell you when I’m done. You don’t miss me?” you try to sound needy and irrationally clingy.
���Wait, what? Of course I miss you. Can’t I just wait downstairs?” Wanda responds. She likes knowing you slowly got hooked into her plan deeper. Wanda never likes clingy girls but she knows better to shrug it off for the sake of her plan.
“No, I want you to be near me. Just wait there.” you pretend to be more demanding.
Wanda takes a little deep breath and agrees. “O–okay, I’ll be here.” as she sits on her bed.
While Wanda is waiting patiently in the room with some clothes and a towel for you, all of a sudden she hears something unexpectedly. Unbeknownst to her, you squeeze the cushion. Wanda was shocked with the loud sound, thinking it was from you passing some gas in the bathroom. Her eyes round up. “Oops, excuse me babe!” you said as you tried not to laugh.
“It’s okay. I didn’t hear anything, love.” Wanda tries to let her mind about it pass over her head and another same loud noise breaks out of the bathroom. “Oh my gosh.” she mumbles to herself in surprise.
“Ooops, I’m sorry.” Once again you express your fake apology. You didn’t hear anything from Wanda.
“Wands, are you still there?”
Hearing your voice looking for her, Wanda quickly gets off her bed and gets to the door. “Uh yes, I’m still here. Do you need anything?” she asks from behind the door.
You squeeze some sprays out of the bottle and to your surprise, it really stinks. It’s worse than a flatulence usually smells.“Yeah, I’m almost done. Gonna need the towel soon.” you answer as you try to hold a gag while covering your nose from the smell. You quietly dry heave in between walking back to the shower, pretending to continue your shower.
“Oh okay. I have your towel here.” Wanda signals you.
“You can come in. It’s unlocked.” You informed.
“Are you sure?” Wanda hesitantly asks.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
You heard Wanda open the door and walk in. Wanda caught off guard by a blow of soft air mixed with the smell from the spray. She vaguely scrunches her nose as the stinky aroma intrudes her senses. Her eyes rounded once more but she tried not to react to it. 
“Pffftt.. What did you eat?” Wanda mumbles. You pretend you didn’t hear it clearly. “Did you say something babe?”
“Oh? Nothing. Here you go, love. I’ll just hang it here.” Wanda is having a hard time talking while holding her breath at the same time.
You notice her being respectful and trying not to look at you but you want her to walk to you so she will notice more the smells in the bathroom. “Babe, can you bring it here please?”
“Oh okay.” She agrees half heartedly, all she wants right now is to walk out of that trapped air that bothers her nose.
She hands you the towel and her eyes give up the effort to not look at you. She sees the silhouette of your body through the opaque glass shower door. Her brain seems to forget the smells around her for a few seconds until she hears your voice and feels your hand gently tucks the towel that she still holds in her hand.
“Oh. Uh, I’m sorry. Here you go.” You smile at her when she finally lets go of the towel. Unfortunately, the nose smells the smell again and Wanda clears her throat but being the caring person she is, she asks you.
“Are you okay, love? Is your tummy upset?” as much as Wanda cares about you but she instantly regrets her question.
“No, I’m okay. What? Wait, are you saying that my gas smells?! That’s just how it usually smells.” you pretend to freak out as you walk out of the shower wrapped in a towel.
“Uh oh. No, no. I didn’t say that. Uh–the reason I asked is because I care. That’s all.” Wanda starts to panic.
You start your pretend cry and whine, you cover your face. “It’s embarrassing. If you can’t handle it, how are you gonna be married to me?”
Wanda quickly feels bad but at the same time she doesn’t want you to walk away and lose the bet either. “Aw sweetheart, that’s not true. Don’t worry.” She hugs you even though it’s getting harder for her not to take a deep breath so she won’t inhale any more uncomfortable scents.
You feel the softness of Wanda’s hands rub the skin of your back and you actually love it. What is it with Wanda’s hug? Why do you feel so comfortable in it? What’s wrong with you right now? Oh geez, as much as you want to stay longer in her embrace, unfortunately you have to get away from it before it’s getting harder to be out of her arms. You nod.
“Okay, good girl. Now, why don’t you put on some clothes so we can have our date today, yeah?” Wanda kisses the top of your head. Oh goodness gracious, her tone and the way she calls you a good girl sends something to your brain and body that you can’t explain. You never feel something like it but you try to shrug it off and think maybe it was just because the first time a woman ever called you that. It’s nothing biggie.
You pull yourself away a little from her hugs. “Okay, Wands. I’ll see you downstairs.” You smiled. As soon as Wanda walks out of the bathroom and closes the door, she quickly inhales fresh air as if her life depends on it. She exhales a relief, shakes her head after what just happened.
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You can see Wanda is sitting on the couch in the living room as you walk towards her. The fireplace is on, some pretty fancy snacks with a bottle of red wine complete with two glasses are waiting for you as well. Soft lights around and the soothing rain drops outside offer a very comfy vibes. As always Wanda can’t help herself to smile when she sees you, everytime she sees you she feels a very comfortable feeling that she never feels from other girls she has been with but of course Wanda tries not to acknowledge that feeling. Wanda thought maybe the smile she has when she sees you was all because she knows she would win this bet.
“Well hello there, princess. Look how cute you are with my shirt and shorts. Come here, everything’s ready for you. You just need to pick which movie or sitcom we should watch.” she gently pats the empty spots next to her.
You are really impressed with everything that Wanda has prepared. It’s everything that you like. You always would rather have this kind of date than going anywhere fancy. You sit next to her and pick something to watch.
“Wow, this is nice, babe. So fancy but you pulled this off so easily.” you commented.
“Well, anything for the special woman.” Wanda starts her flirtatious strategy. She looks into your eyes and oh that smile again, it makes you almost forget to get the plan going.
“Special huh? Well, I don’t think I feel special enough yet. I’m sure you could plan something more especially if you make your future wife get out of her busy work schedule today to be with you.” you smirk as you tell her your needy demand in a teasing way, totally opposite than what you actually think. You actually love it but right now all you can do is hoping Wanda would think that you are ungrateful and unappreciative.
Wanda doesn’t like demanding women. Independent women always catch her attention, unfortunately she hasn’t met one. Wanda tries to ignore how demanding you are right now, all to win the bet.
“Oh? You are special. I know you would like this. Are you playing hard to get, sweetheart? Hmm?” Wanda’s face gets closer and closer to you. Your heart gradually starts to race. You try to keep your focus with you while trying to get back to this banter.
“Playing hard to get? I’m not. I think you just can’t handle me. I set my bar high and you should be able to reach it if you want to marry me.” You tease her back and you didn’t realize your face gets closer to hers too.
“There you go, my sweet straightforward lady. So you are on board with our arranged marriage then? That's good news.” Wanda gives you a come back with your own remark that you have said to her a few days ago.
“Like I said, maybe yes, maybe no.” you answered and your gaze was glued to her. This time Wanda only chuckles followed with a confident smile, thinking that she still has her fingers wrapped around you and her plan slowly working better.
Before you two know it, your face and Wanda’s are merely an inch. You look at her lips, so does Wanda at yours. You quickly bring yourself together and pull back a little. You clear your throat. “Uh- Why don’t we try this red wine you got here?”
“Oh yeah, yeah. Sorry, we wouldn’t want this great wine waiting.” Wanda awkwardly agrees and  pours some in both glasses. A little thought pops in her mind thinking about another almost kiss moment that breaks her own “no kiss” rule but of course she convinces herself it was part of the plan.
WIth that, the date starts. Sometimes both of you talk about random things or anything about each other. You try to be as messy as you can by dropping some crumbs or food. You try to swing your hand that holds the glass of wine while you are talking with her to drive Wanda crazy from the thought of you spilling it on the couch or the rug. It’s quite comical for you to see how she tries to subtly to avoid that to happen and not to offend you at the same time from doing so. Another meltdown from you is the last thing Wanda wants on tonight's date. She wants to leave much much better impressions on you. Part of you think she looks cute and adorable.
You can’t lie to yourself, you are actually having a great time with Wanda. Maybe Wanda isn’t that bad? Oh no, no, no. You and Wanda are buzzed after sharing a bottle of wine and opening another one. That’s all. She is not your type, well a little but no. You have to be all cringey, annoying and unbearable to her. 
You subtly try to look around, figuring out what you can do. Suddenly, an improvised wild idea came up in your mind. Part of you is hesitant to do it but after a rapid debate internally, your mind says fuck it. 
You gotta do what you gotta do. This is all part of the plan, that’s what you tell yourself.
Wanda was very surprised with your sudden move. You instantaneously move on to her and straddle her lap then kiss her. The Sokovian brunette was caught off guard, kissing you back yet thoughts bouncing around her head. What’s going on here? Both of you let out a soft hum, feeling your bodies melt perfectly to each other. She lays her hands gently on your back and mindlessly pulls you to lean closer to her.
In between kisses, Wanda tries to tell you her thoughts with a soft whisper. “Y/n..sweetheart.” your lips catch hers again as you respond “Hm?”
Again, Wanda tries to break the kiss and speaks. “Are you sure about this? I think you are drunk.” Well, her ego would really love this, thinking that she is really much much closer to her victory on her bet with Kate. As much as she loves the feelings of your lips on her, she respects you.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Are you okay with it?.” You answered as you back out a little, deep down a little panic if you took this plan too far. Wanda looks at you and smiles. “Why wouldn’t I be okay, gorgeous?” She asks lovingly and just like that you turn to the only exception from her no kiss rule. Her hands gently cup your face. My oh my, you are lost in her ethereal eyes. Not to mention her touch. Wait, wait. Are you and Wanda having a moment here? Or perhaps we can say another moment that really you can’t explain. That was not butterflies in your stomach right now. The warmth in your heart (no, scratch that), you meant the warmth in your chest is really just because of the wine. Yes, yes, it is the wine. Not because of the kiss nor Wanda. Hell, it’s not because of the moment right now.
Wanda pulls you back into kiss, in her defense, it’s to pull you deeper in her plan. Not because she wants to or likes it.
Shortly after you remind yourself to move forward to your plan, you kiss her neck and reach to unbutton her pajamas. One by one. Wanda always loves to be in control, including in this kind of situation. You know that. Even if it has been only a few days of knowing her, you can read that. That’s why you are doing what you are doing, showing that you will be the type of wife who wears the pants in the relationship.
You are sure a needy, controlling, demanding, and clingy plus “crazy” woman is the whole package that definitely scares Wanda away in no time.
You smirk and look at her in her sports bra. Here goes nothing, your mind said.
You kiss her collar bones and as soon as your kisses reach her breasts, you do something that launches Wanda into a bigger surprise, not in a good way.
“Aaaawwwwww, look at them. Pretty twins.” You start to baby talk as your hands cup both of her breasts.
Wanda’s closed eyes open abruptly. “Wait, what?” She looks down at you very confused.
“Yeah pretty twins. I shall name you Roni!” you exclaim in more baby talk then kiss her left breast. Before Wanda can ask even further, you move on to the right breast and do the same thing as you say “And I shall name you Ami.” you give more ridiculously loud kisses.
“R-roni?? Ami?? Hold on, hold on. Y/n, my dear. Did you just– Did you just name my breasts??” Wanda looks so baffled. Trying to figure out what really is going on.
“Mmhmm. Why? You don’t like it?” You answered in a fake innocent face and pout.
“No, no. Uh I–I do. It’s cute, really, but uh, don’t you think it’s a bit a mood killer?” Wanda carefully crafts her words and then smiles awkwardly.
“Mood killer?? What do you mean? That’s rude, I was being romantic and sexy with you in our sexy time.” you retort while actually you really want to laugh. You are having fun seeing Wanda’s reaction.
“I know. I know, but naming my breast and baby talk to them? Where in the world did you get the name ideas anyway??” You can see from her face that what you just did really cringes her.
“It’s from my favorite luncheon meat, Roni is short for pepperoni and Ami is short for Salami.” You are really proud of yourself for coming up with this idea and can’t wait to tell Natasha and Yelena about it.
“Oh God. Pep–pepperoni? Salami? But you are vegan, Y/n?!Few days ago you cried because of the meat I cooked for dinner and now you name my breasts with meat names?” Wanda rambles, frustration starts to show bit by bit.
“Then you would prefer Melonie and Coco? You know, because of the perfect round shape and size.” You nonchalantly offer her different name ideas and explain them with a little shrug. Right now you are trying to look innocent. A stark difference from how you were earlier as if you have different personalities.
Of course, it lures out more of Wanda’s reaction. “What? MELON and COCONUT?? Mine are not ridiculously big like them.” Wanda argues. Shade of red blush covers her cheeks as she crosses both of her palms to cover her breasts in such embarrassment and disagreement.
“Aaaaww. Okay okay. What about Squashy and Squishy, then? Squashy, because squash is my favorite vegetable and Squishy because yours are squishy.” you are back to baby talk and your hands playfully cups Wanda’s breasts.
Wanda looks at you in disbelief at what you just said and she lays her head back on the couch as her right fingers massage the bridge of her nose. “Aaaand it died. It just died.” Said Wanda referring to her mood on the “sexy time” with you 
“What? What died, babe?” You play dumb with your question. You know what she meant.
“Uh, nothing. Y/n, how about we call it a night, yeah? I’m tired, I got pretty buzzed earlier. I have things to do at the office tomorrow too.” Luckily, your plan works and you are glad that you can finally go home.
“Really? That’s all the date you said you prepared so special for me? Okay. I guess, I’m gonna go home then.” You pretend to look upset and disappointed.
“Oh no, no. You are not driving home now, sweetheart. It’s late now. You are drunk, it’s still pouring rain outside and you got a car problem earlier. So stay the night here please. I’ll ask the maid to get the guest room ready for you.” Wanda leaves you no room to refuse but you have to get out of here. Once again, you have to think quickly how to refuse her.
“Guest room? Really? Me, your future wife, sleeps in the guest room. That’s upsetting. I’m just gonna go home.” You pretend to cry for no reason and you quickly get off her lap so you can get ready to leave.
Her gaze follows where you walk to the door. “Where else are you supposed to sl—?” she halts her words when she realizes why you are leaving so upset. Wanda can’t let you leave upset from the date, it’s too risky for her.
She gets up quickly and tries to stop you. “Okay, okay. You can sleep in my room, on my bed..with me. Yeah? Sounds good? Yes yes, sounds much better than driving drunk in the rain. I won’t let anything happen to my woman.” Wanda agrees and gives full effort to make you stay.
You have no other excuse to leave so like it or not, you stay. You are just surprised with how determined Wanda is. On second thought, you think that she is right. It might be safer to stay the night.
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“Oookay, the bed is ready for you, love. You’ll sleep on the left side and I’ll sleep on the right side. Here’s your pillow and I have another blanket here if you need it. I’m going to brush my teeth right now and get ready for bed.” Wanda tells you as she just got done preparing the bed for you. 
You wanted to be needier and make the sleeping side of the bed a big deal but you are thinking you don’t want to look that bad in front of Wanda. Wait, what’s wrong with you? That’s the goal of this whole plan. Why would you even think that way? Okay, maybe you just want to be annoying in a more logical way. Yeah that’s probably it. 
You lay on your side, on the bed. Letting your back facing Wanda. Trying not to sleep too close with her when she comes back.
While you are trying to get comfy in bed, you hear Wanda from the bathroom.
Wanda is freaking out about what she discovers as soon as she gets to the bathroom. For a clean freak like her, it looks like a horror for her. Your wet dirty clothes are on the floor, your “hair” is on the floor, on the bathroom sink and even stick on the shower glass door.
Your plan definitely works because you heard her muffled voice in the bathroom freaking out saying “Oh no..no..no.. Oh Lord. Why is it so messy? Who lives like this? Calm down, Wanda. It’s nothing big.”
You laugh silently but as soon as you hear her walk out of the bathroom, you pretend to sleep. You heard her taking a deep breath to calm herself down.
Wanda finally lays down on the bed. “Good night, Y/n.” she gently says it but no answer from you so she assumes that you are asleep. You hear her whisper to herself. “What a night.”
You can’t really sleep but you pretend every now and then to snore loudly and make weird noises while you are “sleeping”. You toss and turn as well just so it will seem like it’s hell to sleep with you.
It was hard for Wanda to fall asleep because of what you are doing. She couldn’t believe how loud you snored but eventually both of you finally fell asleep.
Pt. 6
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fantillisdaylight · 6 months
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chameleon (Trevor Zegras)
trevor zegras x reader inspired by Chameleon by Alana Springsteen word count:1,217 words warnings:angst and fluff summary: never letting Trevor see the real you and instead being what you though he wanted you to be.
i was a chameleon. i changed around people. i was one person with one group of people and another person with other groups.
my true personality is a quiet person who loves people no matter what. i prefer nights in to nights out. i have never been a partier.
then i met Trevor and became what i thought he wanted me to be.
i met Trevor while out at a bar with some friends from work celebrating our new promotions.
i wasn't a big drinker but they wanted me to drink with them so i did.
i was getting another one when i noticed a guy i would come to know as Trevor.
he was not quiet, as you could hear him all the way across the bar.
he was loud but inviting. i felt drawn to him but didn't approach him.
he ended up coming up to me while i was still waiting on my drink.
he was a good flirt, but not good enough for me to go home with as i wasn't that kind of girl. i did give him my number and told him to text me.
he texted me the next morning and we talked for weeks before he finally asked me out for coffee.
as our relationship progressed, i became the girl i thought he wanted.
i became the loudest girl in the room for him.
if he was upset over something, i became upset with him.
i drank when he did.
i wasn't a proud person but i became one for him.
i became the wildest girl in the room.
i could feel and see whatever Trevor wanted and i became that.
i didn't like some of his friends but would laugh and be with them anyways because i didn't want to be left out when we were all together.
i was becoming someone i wasn't all because i was falling in love with him.
i became his chameleon.
he didn't know the real me.
i hated it.
the conversation came because i couldn't take it anymore.
i was constantly feeling like i was seconds away from losing myself.
nights spent crying because i hated who i was.
Trevor got home from a road trip and saw me crying. he couldn't help but ask what was wrong.
"you. you are what's wrong." i say to him.
he looks taken aback because he couldn't recall doing anything wrong.
"baby i am sorry for whatever i did but you gotta talk to me here because i don't remember doing anything wrong." he said to me.
i just shake my head at him because truth is, it was all me.
"no i'm sorry Trevor. you didn't do anything, it was all me. i just need to talk to you." i say to him.
he nods his head and says "let me get ready for bed and we can talk."
i nod and he goes to get ready for bed. he comes back about 10 minutes later.
"alright sweet girl. what is going on with you? you have been off the last few days and i come home to you crying. talk to me." he says.
i wait a few minutes to talk to try to come up with the words.
"whatever you're feeling, chameleon." i say
he looks at me confused.
"that means that whatever you want me to be, that is what i am. whatever you are feeling, i am feeling. i am whatever you want from me." i say to him.
"i don't understand." he says
"when we first met, i was this quiet girl who stayed out of everything. now i am the loudest girl in the room with you being the loudest guy. we go out all the time when most of the time, i just want to stay in. i know we don't stay out too long and typically leave within a few hours but most of the time i hate going on no matter what. some of your friends bother me with the things they talk and joke about but i always laugh along and let it go. i lie to you about so many things in terms of what i want to do and how i act because i don't want to be left alone while you go out with everyone and have fun. i just can't take it anymore Trevor. i feel like i am losing myself. i don't know who i am anymore." i say as the tears fall down my face.
he moves his hand up and wipes some of the tears away.
"oh my sweet girl. come here." he says to me.
he leans up against the headboard and has me lay in between his legs and he wraps his arms around me.
"i know you. my sweet girl. why do you think we always leave events or hangouts early? it's because i know you want to leave and come home. it is why i always make you a cup of tea when we get home. i know it helps you reset from being out. you never hear it and i know you don't, but i always tell them to make less jokes and be respectful of the girls in the room. i know that when you are loud ad wild that it is forced. sweet girl, i have known the true you the whole time. i never said anything because i knew you needed to come to this point. you needed this. now you need to truly be the girl i love." he says to me.
all i can think is that he knew this whole time.
"but you fell in love with the loud girl." i say to him.
he shakes his head.
"no, i fell in love with the girl who wants to spend nights watching a show and cooking food. the girl who will only have one drink before finding a dr pepper. the girl who has the quiet personality and balances out my loud outgoing personality. the other half of me. i fell in love with who you truly are because like i said, i never didn't see you. i have always seen you for who you are and you are my favorite person."
i laugh because of course he did.
"why are you laughing?" he asks.
"because i am stupid for thinking that you never saw me and so many things that you do makes sense now. you always made sure i had moments that i needed."
he nods his head.
"god i am so in love with you Trevor Zegras." i say to him.
he pulls my head back and kisses my nose.
"there is no one on this planet or the next that i love more than you my sweet girl." he says to me.
time passes before he calls my name.
"yeah?" i say.
"promise me something. promise me that you will stop being this chameleon. let everyone around us love you for the you that i love." he says to me.
"i promise." i say to him.
as we settle into bed for the night and i fall asleep, i notice that this is the first night i have truly slept in a while.
i finally started to feel like me again.
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babygirlispunk · 11 months
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Summer Fling - PART ONE
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Pedro Pascal X f!Reader
Summary: living in a completely different hemisphere, you didn’t expect to bump into Pedro Pascal at a music festival.
Warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: Reader is not physically or ethnically described but is Australian. Honestly inspired by my own summer romance I experienced when I was younger with a guy who happened to be Latino lol. This is just quickly written to get over my jitters and get confidence to post other stuff SO ITS PROBALY A BIT MESSY SORRY.
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The ground is vibrating beneath you feet, your ears are ringing from hours of listening to loud music for days. The temperature has cooled down from the summer sun with the night sky. Bodies glisten with sweat, dancing in the crowded space as you're all harmoniously vibing and singing to RUFUS. Everyone's either drunk or high, sloppily hanging off one another or shouting aloud enthusiastically.
It's New Years Eve, 10 or so minutes from midnight. You can't believe your seeing one of your favourite bands live and an absolute banger of a song is playing right now and you can't help but raise your hands into the air and dance your heart out, shouting the lyrics not caring how scratchy your voice is from singing along with different singers and bands for the past 3 days.
You manage to hear your name being called out next to you. It's your best friend Syria. You two managed to lose the rest of your group when squeezing your way further to the front wanting to get into the heart of the crowd and the vibe.
She leans in closer so you can hear her over the pounding music. "I reckon we should get to the very front before midnight hits."
"Why don't we ask someone if we can sit on their shoulders?" you yell back.
You both look around to find any guy or girl that would be willing to hold you and Syria up but most people are already paired up or in groups leaving the creepy looking ones left that would probably feel you up.
Bodies keep dancing around you as you duck and weave your way through to the front. You quickly make it, motivated by the words 'You were right' booming from the speakers and the singer announcing that New Years is drawing in. As you emerge to your new spot you bump with some guy passing a quick sorry and turning your attention to the stage. Both happy with how close you are, you wrap your arm around Syria's shoulder and she wraps hers around your waist. You scream-sing, jumping up and down together getting hyped, probably sounding like squealing pigs, when you just hear a laugh next to you.
(Highly recommend listening to You Were Right - RUFUS DU SOL for the next part, for the vibe)
You look where it came from and connect with gorgeous chocolate brown eyes accessorised by glasses, paired with a wide cheesy grin framed by a scruffy, patchy beard and unkempt curly hair. He must've been the guy you bumped... Being polite, you smile back and turn back to the stage singing with Syria.
But it hits you like a brick wall and you double take. You look back to see the guy talking to their friend, up close as they talk into each others ears. Colourful lights bounce off him from the stage and you focus on his face, confirming who it is.
"Syria!" You hiss into her ear but she's too entranced by the music to notice so you give her a shake under your arm and gives you a 'what' face.
"You would not believe who is next to me!" She gives you a confused look then peeks in front of you to look at him, returning to face you with eyes as big as an owl.
Without wasting a breath she shoves you into his direction and you trip over yourself and bump into him again, basically landing on him but he ever so gracefully catches you, hooking his hands underneath your armpits.
"Woah there, had a bit too much to drink have we?" he chimes out loud.
You're embarrassed and can only blurt out a no.
"Sorry about that, those guys next to us knocked us over." Syria covers for you.
"Assholes." he looks at you, still held in his strong hands, smiling sweetly.
He brings you back to your feet and you turn around to say your thanks but your close. Really close. Face to face. Your eyes flicker at every point of his face, really soaking in every detail your buzzed out brain can retain till you land on his eyes. They're looking down at you're lips before they flick up and lock with yours. They're so deep and gorgeous, you could just dive and swim in them
"Thanks." you manage to say despite your heart is beating violently inside your ribcage. He winks back with a cheeky grin making you blush as you turn back to face the stage. The song keeps pumping around you and Syria is dancing and singing her little heart out.
He stands right besides you now and you can feel his hand brushing against your arm as you both dance on the spot. You can feel the goosebumps travelling up your arm as he keeps touching and nudging you. You can't help yourself but steal a glance at him only to see him doing the same, biting your lip, saving yourself from giggling like a little girl. That damn smile hasn't left his face.
The massive crowd surrounding you start screaming out the minute countdown and you join in trying to distract yourself from the closing proximity between the two of you. Try as you might, you still keep looking at him in the corner of your eye only to see him doing the same.
30 seconds left.
A hand gently glides around your waist followed by a body pressing against to your side sending a chill through your body and the butterflies are released, fluttering wildly in your stomach.
20 seconds left.
You look up at him, he's looking forward at the stage bobbing his head pretending like he isn't pulling your body towards him right now. He's clearly showing his interest, there's no point chickening out now.
You snake your hand underneath his loose tee and wrap your arm along his back, placing your hand on his hip using your thumb to caress the skin on his back.
He turns his gaze to you with a smirk on his face and squeezes his hand holding your waist making you gulp down.
10 seconds left.
He bends down so that his mouth grazes your ear ever so softly.
"I was wondering if you would be my new years kiss?"
He moves his face in front of yours, just a breath away, waiting for your answer.
5.
"Are you sure?" was all you could manage.
4.
"Why not start the year kissing a gorgeous girl?" he inches closer to you, nose tips brushing.
3.
You're both breathing heavy, both of your eyes fliting between each others eyes and mouth. Breaths brushing each others skin.
2.
You turn your bodies to face one another. Moving your arms around his neck, his hands not losing contact with your waist, squeezing your lower half closer to his, pelvis' coming in contact inciting a flutter down there.
1.
The song drops and lips crash into one another, the impact cushioned by his plush lips, you feel euphoric. This all surreal even with Syria screaming her lungs out behind you along with cheers from the masses.
You feel the heat of fireworks and sparklers set off from the stage as everyone celebrates the new year but it doesn't compare to the fire burning inside you as he pulls you in tighter making your chests rub against each other as you two are hungrily trying to taste one another. He swipes his tongue along your lips as an invitation to deepen the kiss and you let him in immediately. As your tongues dance together, tasting each others choice of alcohol, you feel his nose tickle against your cheek.
Not wanting to pull away, you inhale and exhale through your nose and you are enveloped by his smell, his sweet musky smell. He is like a damn drug and you're already addicted. Wanting more you tangle your fingers through his hair, desperately trying to bring him in closer, deeper than physically possible.
You're becoming overwhelmed by it all that a moan slips out of you, passing though and exchanged to his lips. You try not to over think it but you feel a slight smile form on his lips as he devour you, returning the moan back for you to inhale. His hand drops to your ass, kneading them in his fists and pulling you even closer than you thought possible letting you grind up his hard rump forming underneath his thick jeans and your core slickens fast.
Not wanting let go but starving for oxygen, you eventually pull back, not letting go of your bodies. He is also out of breath, shoulders rising and falling rapidly.
“What’s your name?”
You say your name through shallow breaths and he repeats it after you. You feel excitement hearing him say it out aloud, making your own name sound like liquid gold oozing from his mouth. Still getting your breath back, be gently nudges his nose on yours, pecking you and not wanting to lose the space between you, eyes never leaving yours.
“Would you come back to my tent* with me? Get away from this crowd and prying eyes…” he says almost desperately asking as his lips keep pecking yours, knowing exactly what he’s really asking.
You nod in agreement and he smiles that sickly sweet smile. Moving his hands from your ass, he threads his hands into yours and turns to his small friend group speaking with each other. You then realise they had watched the little show you two had put on. Then you feel like something is missing.
Syria.
You look all around in the surrounding crowd of singing and dancing bodies but you can’t find her. She’s missing. Letting go of his hand, you continue looking around getting on your top toes, jumping to look over peoples heads. You call out her name but she’s no where to be seen. Every worse case scenario runs through your head. Your group made one rule to follow during this festival.
Never ditch your buddy.
A wide hand grips around your wrist, giving you a slight fright till you remember who it was connected to, following his body till your met with his puppy dog eyes.
“My friend is missing, I need to find her, make sure she’s okay.” You say frantically.
“Let me help you.”
“No no it’s okay.” There was no way you were going to drag an A-list celeb around massive festival grounds swarmed with thousands of people that could horde him, away from the safety of his own friends.
“Are you sure?” He brings you in closer wrapping his arms around your waist as if locking you to him and you hold onto his arms, getting a good feel of how toned they are. You look at his lips, swollen from your kiss, hungry for more but you had priorities…
Giving him one last kiss, you keep it sweet and simple, lingering there for a moment fighting the urge the stay. “It was nice meeting you Pedro.”
As you pull away he give you a sad smile to pair with his puppy eyes. Turning away, shattered your moment was cut short, you weave through the crowd looking for Syria.
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You circle round the crazy crowd, desperately looking for Syria but to no avail. You whip out your phone fumbling fingers on the screen trying to call her. Reception on its last bar unsurprisingly but by some miracle she answers. You hear your name from the other side but it’s staticky and broken, repeating over and over again as you try to call her name on your end.
Barely making out the words over the static and loud music pounding around you before it eventually hangs up. You look at your screen, call failed.
You growl in frustration, till a hand grabs your shoulder. Twisting around hoping to see his face, you’re sadly met with your friend Joey.
“Hey we’ve been looking for you!” He yells over the music.
“I’ve been looking for Syria!” You yell back.
He rolls his eyes and grabs your hand and leads you.
Once you’ve reach the back of the crowd, the music is less rattling and people are more spread out, laying on the grass, too drunk or too high, you spot of friend group with Syria.
“There you are! I thought you were kidnapped or something.” You give her a big hug, relieved.
“Oh my God no! I spotted some of the group in the crowd and went to get them so they could witness you getting with your celeb crush!”
“I still don’t believe it. Could be a look alike” Huffs Joey.
“Well luckily I took a pic.” Syria proudly unlocks her phone and shows everyone the photo.
It’s blurry and all you can see is your back facing the camera with the top of Pedro’s head next to yours. The butterflies from before flutter again as you see he’s arm wrapped tight around your waist and his hand gripping your ass.
“Can’t see shit Syria.” Someone else says.
“Fuck off.” Syria shoves the person and turns her attention to you. “I’m sorry I ditched you. Didn’t mean to scare you and ruin your moment. Literally the one time it really mattered. Now you probably won't see him again.”
You give her a big hug knowing she didn’t ditch intentionally. “All good. Just glad knowing you're alive and not kidnapped by weirdos.”
“You hot bitch, you hooked up with Pedro fucking Pascal!” She squeals his name and jumping like an energized puppy, overly excited for you.
You laugh out loud, still not quite comprehending it actually happened despite your skin still hot from his touch, the tingle lingering below and your lips swollen from your intense pash. You bite your bottom lip, reminiscing.
“What a way to start the year.”
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A/N: Multiple day festivals in Australia, typically, people camp at the festival site with tents, camper vans etc. and depending on the festival, they sometimes have the VIP tents with working facilities that cost an extra pretty penny AKA glampin' so he’s chilling in that 👍🏼
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A Heart Made Of Glass ch.1
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Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.
Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision
Warnings: Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. More tags as the story progess.
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story, I did all the tags you guys ask for but if I forgot someone please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you for the support.
This is a story I have been working on alongside my other stories, what can I say? I've been having a lot of inspiration to write Wanda/Reader stories and I'm enjoying it greatly and I hope you guys are enjoying reading them. This story is going to be a long one too, and will have both Scarlet and Wanda as well as America as part of the cast.
Please, do remember English is no my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.
Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10
Chapter 1
Norway
The road stretched out all the way to the mountain chain losing itself in a world of greys and whites. There was nothing much to see but a scenery born out of the cold temperatures and the wintry season. The heater inside the car made them forget about the cold outside, and the music playing through the speakers filled the silence they had shared ever since arriving to the airport.
The last couple of days had not been easy on either of them.
Both women had suffered loses that were almost impossible to forget, their paths had crossed by chance, and destiny had joined them by the working hand of Stephen Strange. He had planned this trip with care and cunning, he knew there was only one solution while they found out the source of witchcraft working around the multiverse to get her hands on America.
Strange had met the perfect candidate while trying to fight off Mordo once. If there was anyone ready to help America Chavez that was Wanda Maximoff and if there was someone that could really protected them and hide away their magical signature that had to be Y/N. There was no other way.
The mission then was protected America and the multiverse at all costs.
And Wanda had been chosen to carry on the torch at the moment.
Ten years.
Wanda had not seen Y/N for more than ten years, and now she was sent over to invade her personal space, unannounced and face a past she couldn’t forget. A past that had always had a tight grip on her heart.
In all honesty, she had seen you before. Just not in the right circumstances, and of course, without any single interaction. Wanda was pretty sure you didn’t even notice her there. It had been Steve’s funeral, and you had seemed so cozy with Carol Danvers and Natasha Romanoff that Wanda was pretty sure her own presence went unnoticed by everyone but Clint.
Wanda tightened her hold on the wheel, she had come all the way to Norway with a girl following her close behind to face a shadowy evil while also facing a past that was always haunting her some way or another. That day she had longed to approach you, to go to you and see you how life had treated you after everything that happened; but the memories and the many wounds in both of them prevent her to do such a foolish thing. Steve wouldn’t have liked that his funeral was became a spectacle of old resentments, and surfacing jealousies.
“Are we there yet?” America asked tiredly, her eyes drifting from the road to Wanda.
Wanda broke from her thoughts glancing around the road then giving America a pointed look. She was so tempted to give a sarcastic answer, but Wanda knew America was tired and rather moody after the long trip and the long days of no sleep and the trip through the multiverse. Besides, America didn’t have to pay for Wanda’s mistakes and stupid jealousy that had grown inside her after the funeral.
“Another hour.” Wanda answered tiredly. “We should be able to see the town soon.”
America sighed leaning back against the seat turning her attention to the gloomy world outside her window. Wanda couldn’t really blame the young woman sitting beside her, America had gotten to their world by accident chased by mythical creatures that wanted nothing more than to steal her abilities. At such a young age, America had known the bitterness of grief and treason leaving her alone in a multiverse that wasn’t always kind to her.
“Do you want to take a nap?” Wanda finally asked, she could feel the weight of the trip, and the last couple of days catching up to America.
The young woman tensed at the suggestion, memories of her waking up alone after having trusted that someone would stay with her still haunted her. America flinched when a hand settled on her shoulder, the gesture was supposed to be comforting but Wanda knew there were many wounds that had not been healed yet. Wanda offered a half smile when she read the fear behind America, she tried to offer reassurance but there was nothing much she could do to make America understand that she was not like the others. That they would not leave her behind. That they would never sacrifice her for the greater good.
“I won’t leave, America.” Wanda tried to reassure the young woman; America scoffed at her words but said nothing. “You should take a nap; you really look tired.”
America wished she could really trust the woman sitting in the driver’s seat. She wished a part of her still believed these lies disguised as reassurances, but the multiverse had showed her the portals were capricious and, on some occasions, she just fell into the wrong world. She had learnt the hard way that her abilities and even her age made her a target, a tool or a disposable ally. Even now in this new world, America was being a problem everyone needed to solve, she was just being tolerated and helped because the fate of the multiverse was at stake. Two tears rolled down her cheek, America look away not wanting to see pity in the other woman’s eyes, she clenched her jaw when the car pulled over, her lips quiver as she tried to hold onto her emotions.
If she didn’t think about it, then she didn’t feel it.
But it was too much, a couple of universes ago it had become too much.
Two strong arms wrapped tenderly around her, and America couldn’t help herself but let go until she was a child again crying in the comforting embrace of one of her mothers.
Wanda felt her own tears rolling down her cheeks, the thoughts coming from America had been so loud and so strong she couldn’t help but hear the desperation in the young woman. Wanda held America until she couldn’t cry any longer, her heart swelled painfully at the realization that America had been facing hell for a very long time all on her own. For a moment, Wanda was reminded of her own children, of the kids she had created out of the loneliness and desperation she had been feeling for quite some time. The children that had called her mom and Vision dad; even though they looked nothing like Vision. Even though, whenever she looked at them, she could see you and herself reflected in their eyes, in their appearance in their gestures and their behaviors. Tommy specially was the one that always made her think of you.
God, Wanda wished she could forget.
Wanda longed to forget and stopped feeling the way she did. She wished she could focus her attention on the problem they were facing at the moment, that this oncoming meeting was not making her anxious and scared of what could happen. Wanda lowered her gaze only to discover America had fallen asleep with tears still rolling down her cheeks.
Wanda made sure America was laying comfortably on the seat, the seat belt on and everything ready for them to continue with their trip. A hand went to put away some stray hairs from America’s face, Wanda cleaned up her face of the fresh tears that had fallen moment before and a wave of protectiveness overcame Wanda when she finally realized that America was just a teenager. Lost in within worlds, followed by an unknown danger and victim of her own powers.
Not for the first time, Wanda pointed at their similarities.
With a heavy sigh, and a storm taking over her mind Wanda went back to the driver’s seat. The music was still playing in the background, her eyes went for a moment to her phone that had been placed on the dashboard while projecting the map’s application. Wanda furrowed her brows when she realized there were several missed calls and some messages she hadn’t noticed until now, the name of Tony repeated itself several times, but the young woman merely ignored it while focusing her attention on the red dot on the screen.
Her heart hammered hard against her chest, her abdomen filled with a cold weight that made her sweat and worry her lower lip on her lips. She was getting closer to her destiny and that only meant she was getting closer to you. This time around there wasn’t a single chance for the both of you to avoid one another.
******
The city of Ulsteinvik was a small town facing the cold waters of the north, their houses were decorated to highlight the gloomy winters and celebrate the sunny summers. It was a mixture of colors and modernity that mixed with the industry of shipbuilding and fishing. Since it was a working day, the only people outside seemed to be the few tourists filling up the streets, and some other townspeople going around their normal life. Wanda couldn’t help but noticed this place was too quiet, too lonely and peaceful to be a place you might enjoy. But Wanda supposed your likes and dislikes might have changed…perhaps, this was what you were looking for right now…perhaps, this was the place where you finally found…
Wanda shook her head scaring those thoughts away. Thoughts she shouldn’t allow in her, that she wasn’t allowed to think because you and her had stopped being something a long time ago. The redhead turned to America, a gently hand pressed against the young woman’s shoulder and shook her lightly.
“America, we’re here.”
America stirred awake blinking away her sleepiness. She furrowed her brows glancing around the town before settling her eyes on Wanda
“I’m sorry, wasn’t supposed to fall asleep.” It was the first thing America could mumble, the memories of her tears and her breaking down in front of this unknown Wanda made her stirred uncomfortably. Wanda had never been the one America had been closest to on her last incursion to the multiverse, but this time around it seemed as if she didn’t have an option.
Though she had to admit, this Wanda was someone she was starting to like. In a motherly gesture, Wanda put another strand of hair behind her ear crunching up her nose while trying to offer the comfort of her presence without saying what she was really thinking. America offered a shaky smile, thankful with Wanda for not mentioning her tears or her own desperation.
“Don’t need to be sorry, I think you and I both are completely tired, but I won’t be able to rest until we have reached our destination.”
And even then, Wanda was not completely sure she would be able to rest. She was still apprehensive wondering how you would react to this unannounced visit. America furrowed her brows until she finally realized you two were in the city, not on their real destination.
“Where are we?” She finally straightened up fixing her hair and jacket while turning curious eyes around her.
“Ulsteinvik.” Wanda said without a single hint of hesitation. “I just thought we could eat something and ask for directions; the application is showing me an empty space and I’m not pretty sure if that’s the right location.”
America furrowed her brows when she realized Wanda’s tone had gotten a strange warmness in it, her green eyes were glancing at America with tenderness and something else. The young woman didn’t know what to think, she hated people feeling pity for her. She hated it even more when they thought they could empathize with her disgrace.
“Yeah, sure, I’m also hungry.”
America regretted her decision as soon as she left the protectiveness of the car. She never imagined this place would be as cold as it was. There was no snow, but it was obvious the winds of winter had already touched the land dropping the temperatures while threatening with the snowstorm. America put her arms around herself trying to warm a little, her lip started quivering and she was about to tell Wanda she would be back to the car when a heavy coat fell on your shoulders. The young woman lifted her stare and Wanda was glancing down at her with a reproachful stare.
“You really didn’t bring a jacket?”
America looked away rather embarrassed, she remembered she was offered the option but refused having found herself self-conscious of her lack of resources. The lack of money had never been an issue for her mainly because most of the things she got were either free or stolen; but in this world more like the previous one she didn’t have a chance to steal anything so she relied on what she was given.
“I didn’t know we were coming to a place like this one, and it wasn’t as if I have that many options on my wardrobe.” The answer came harsher than she intended she stepped aside from the witch, though she didn’t let go of the jacket that was offered.
Wanda let out a tired sigh knowing she had been messing up ever since meeting the young woman. Of course, America didn’t have more than the clothes she was wearing currently, she had arrived to their universe in the midst of a violent attack and survive by miracle said attack.
“I forgot about it, sorry.” Wanda apologized then as an afterthought. “Either way, you could have said something.”
 “What was I supposed to say? Hey, I need clothes because these ones smell and are bloodied, and I don’t have anything else?” America made a face feeling foolish.
“For starters,” Wanda replied pressing her lips together rolling her eyes.
“Well, I was busy with other things, Wanda.” America finally snapped looking away from the witch. “Anyway, in this reality you have to pay for things, and I don’t have any money.”
The last part was said with a mumble, a light flush adorning those young features.  Wanda pressed her lips together, this was not the first time she heard that comment, and a part of Wanda told her America was just lying. If she was always alone, jumping from one place to the other, it was possible she never had the right means to get what she needed.
“You can keep the jacket.” Wanda hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “When we had settled down we will come back and buy you some more clothes and anything else you may need.”
“You don’t have to do it. I can get a way to get my stuff.” America replied rather fast, there was an edge on her tone and her eyes hardened at the suggestion.
From her part, Wanda could do nothing more than softened at the sight. Finally understanding was starting to reach her mind.
“I know I don’t have to.” Wanda said firmly. “I want to, America, and you better prepare yourself because we’re coming once everything is ready. Now let’s go buy something to eat and ask for directions.”
The store was almost empty.
There was a single old lady sitting by the cash register while there was a young woman doing some daily purchases. Wanda watched with amusement as America went through the different snacks carefully selecting the ones she wanted to try out. For a moment, Wanda couldn’t help herself but remember Tommy and Billy whenever Wanda offered some new snacks to them. Wanda’s heart clenched at the memory; and she had to remember herself that everything had been fake. Everything she had created out of her own powers, nothing of that was real. Not Westview, no Vision…No Tommy and Billy. The loneliness and desperation told her not a single person in the world would ever understand how real it had been for her. How much she missed her boys.
“It’s that all?” Wanda asked teasingly, the woman at the cash register smiled gently as America blush lightly nodding and grumbling.
“You said to pick something for the both of us.” America finally said lifting her chin, Wanda snorted not remembering the young woman asking exactly if she wanted any of the things she had selected.
Soon the young woman that had been doing the daily purchases stood behind them with her cart, Wanda then put her phone out selecting the map and getting the money ready.
“Very well then, how much for all of this?” The old lady registered all the products and by the time Wanda was about to pay she leaned in with her phone ready. “I was meant to ask you, we’re here visiting, and I was wondering if you know how I can get to the Lighthouse?”
Wanda fixed the screen on her phone showing the spot where she was supposed to go to but that in reality was not showing on the map. If anything, it was as if the place was in the middle of the sea.
“I think this is supposed to be the place, but the application shows like an empty space…”
The old woman nodded understanding Wanda’s explanation, but her eyes drifted to the young woman waiting in line.
“Are you looking for someone in particular?” The other woman finally dared to speak up, her voice was heavy with a strange accent, but Wanda could perfectly understand the coldness behind the question.
“I’m looking for an old friend,” Wanda replied with her heart aching at the thought that at least the two of you were that. Friends. “Y/N? do you know her?”
The young woman finally took the time to give Wanda a complete checkup, something in those clear eyes gleamed in recognition and Wanda wondered for a moment if this woman recognized her as one of the Avengers.
“I’m Vera.” The young woman introduced herself presenting her hand to Wanda and a nice smile to America.  This sudden changed seemed rather suspicious and Wanda had to wonder for a moment if perhaps she was one of your friends?
Not that Wanda cared much.
You could have as many friends as you wished.
“I thought you looked familiar,” Vera said breaking into a relief smile, Wanda raised an eyebrow at this. So, she really was a friend. “I think I recognized you but of course in the picture you look so much younger.”
Vera then opened her eyes shaking her head sheepishly, “not that you’re old, it’s just that in that picture you two were like teens or something. I think it was like Halloween though Y/N seems to hate that picture, even though she looked adorable in that suit she wore, and you were looking so pretty with the princess...”
The next words were lost to Wanda completely, the revelation that you had one of your pictures with Wanda was just too much, but that you had that picture and were showing it around while telling everyone you hated it…well, ouch.
“I’m sorry, I’m babbling, it’s just that…what a coincidence, are you visiting or…”
“Look I wish we could tell you about our plans, but we come from the States and we’re tired and hungry and just want to know if you know where the Lighthouse is.” America finally interrupted the babbling woman that had not taken noticed of the distress expression crossing Wanda’s eyes or the way she seemed to tense up with each word.
Vera felt her cheeks burn, and her eyebrows knitted together at the abruptness of America’s interruption. Wanda held back her smile, because really, she was not fancy hearing more about how much Y/N hated that picture and how Vera and you seemed to be in such good terms.
“Right, sorry I just…”
“No, please we are sorry,” Wanda intervened with a sweet tone. “It’s just the trip was long and the drive all the way from the airport to here was equally long.”
Vera nodded in understanding leaning in towards the phone pointing at the same location Wanda could not make any sense of.
“That’s the right location, actually.” Vera explained. “This was a former World War II bunker for the Soviet Army and many of those facilities are still there so applications won’t show them for security reasons. It’s not occupied at the moment, but you know…paranoia in our governments and what with all the enhance superheroes…”
Wanda tensed at the comment but said nothing else.
“So, just go straight ahead and there would be land and the house?”
“Yes, actually go straight ahead, no turns.” Vera said leaning back. “It’s the only house at the end of the line.”
******
It wasn’t until the city was left behind that America finally dared to make the question Wanda was dreading.
“So, you and Y/N, big story there, eh?” America made the comment with a roll of her eyes, she knew the story. At least the one she had witness back in another world.
“It was nothing.” Wanda replied rather fast, her eyes glazing over.
America wondered, not for the very first time, how many things had changed in this universe. How many more were just as messed up as the woman sitting beside her. Wanda heard the thought, scowling deeply at the questions growing in America’s head.
“It really is nothing.” Wanda insisted gripping the wheel tight.
“I get it. It’s an adult thing, a story behind a real story. I wouldn’t understand.” America snorted rolling her eyes. “This is the “you-know-who” of your life, got it. But you should have seen your face when she mentioned that picture…”
America could only chuckle with amusement when Wanda shot her a heated glare, for a moment America entertained the idea of merely no pushing the matter any longer. But she was curious, and she wanted to know why Wanda and Y/N hadn’t worked in this universe so she kept her eyes on Wanda until the woman could not ignore America any longer.
Wanda rolled her eyes shaking her head, she remembered that day so vividly.
“It was a stupid picture we took on a Halloween, we had escaped the compound that day to enjoy a wild night in New York. We ended up in a Frat house in a party Y/N got us invited to.”
Yes, Wanda remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. She dreamt of that day from time to time, you had made friends with a group of frat guys that allowed the both of you to go to a Halloween party, you had spent the night making sure Wanda enjoyed the perks of an American Halloween and after the alcohol and the dancing the both of you ended up in a room on the second floor. It had been your very first night together. Wanda’s first time. And it had been…special.
It was a night that haunted Wanda from time to time, and hearing a stranger said you hated the picture…well…
America furrowed her brows at the lame explanation, there was more story, but she wouldn’t press matters for now. The young woman had realized that there was a single constant in this world and that was regret and broken hearts, everyone seemed to have given up happiness for the greater good, as if they couldn’t have happiness and save the world at the same time.
The conversation died there, and Wanda and America continued the drive deep in thought. The meeting with you was coming closer and closer and both of them were equally nervous if for different reasons.
The redhead couldn’t stop the influx of memories that one mention of the Halloween picture brought to her. It was kind of unsettling how those images went right through her mind, it wasn’t only that night but the many nights in which Wanda was yours, the many moments in which the both of you shared smiles and conversations. Those secret dates, and the secret outings, the secret kisses, the secret nights of passion.
The secret itself.
The shadows that ended up consuming what the both of you felt for one another.
Wanda observed as the distance separating her from you shortened all of a sudden, after so many years of you never even once showing in her life, she was finally coming over to you. There was a tingling on her abdomen, a strange void on her chest while her hands started sweating. Wanda was really a mess at the moment, and this meeting was creating a whole myriad of emotions she thought forgotten. Her heart fluttered with longing at the memory of Y/N, her smile, her stubbornness, and her voice. The way she usually took everything in stride, thinking of all the possible outcomes while becoming stronger so she could protect the team. So, she could protect Wanda.
“I know you’re powerful, Little Witch, but my powers give me an advantage it doesn’t give everyone else. I can be shadows itself, and I can protect all of you. You in particular if needed it. I would never let anything bad happened to you.”
America stirred on her seat, her eyebrows coming together in a gesture of remembrance.
“I was in a world made of ice once.” Wanda glanced at America for a moment, hearing carefully as she narrated one of her adventures. “It was inhabited, cold and so lonely. I thought that was the last place I would ever be, and then…I was able to open a different portal and I realized that world was necessary to understand the next one.”
America didn’t say anything else, but it was obvious these two trips had affected her greatly. Wanda pressed her lips together; she imagined being capable of traveling the multiverse could bring many possibilities both good and bad. How many times had America be in danger of dying in a place that was not meant for her?
“Have you ever thought of staying in one place?” Wanda ventured with curiosity; America stiffened her eyes going wide for a moment.
“I never have a reason to.” She said and Wanda knew, for what she could glimpse on her mind, that America was lying.
The young woman straightened up leaning in, her lips breaking into a relief smile, there in the distance she could make out the form of a house and a lighthouse.  Wanda clenched her jaw closed, her heart beating fast and her body feeling heavy with anticipation.
“We’re finally here.” Wanda let her eyes wandered to the shadowy figure of a lonely home in the middle of nowhere.
What came before her eyes was something Wanda could imagine you living in.
It was a house in the middle of nowhere surrounded by mountains and a current of water leading to the sea. The house was big, fancy and modern with all the things you had spoken of once, the chimney and the great windows were there as well as the greenhouse. The lighthouse right behind it was a surprised, but in general what Wanda was seeing was something she had been familiar with at some point. This only made her heart ached with longing and regret.
The place itself was surreal, and Wanda found herself smiling at how all of it fit what she had always known about you. Perhaps there was still hope that you haven’t changed that much, and Wanda still knew a thing or two about you.
“I can believe she lives here.” America said looking in awed the place. She was really impressed by what she was seeing, she returned her attention to Wanda only to notice right now the woman was looking like a statute.  “Are you nervous? Why are you so nervous? Was she an ex or something?”
When Wanda blushed at the comment America knew she had won one round. In this world the both of you did have something, but it was over. America mused over this, was it over? Wanda’s reaction told the young woman that was not the case but whatever had happened was enough to create this tension she was feeling at the moment.
“So, it is an ex, eh?” America leaned in then returned her eyes to Wanda. “This is going to be awkward, right?”
“You have no idea.” Wanda mumbled finally able to park the car right on the front door. “They must know we’re already here.”
“How do you know?” America tried to see if there was someone on the window, crunching up her nose. Wanda kept her eyes to the door wriggling her fingers nervously.
“There were cameras along the road when we approached her terrain.” Wanda tilted her head, “I think they also have movement sensors at the gates we just crossed.”
America pursed her lips thinking about these details, her face fell when she realized this was something she should have noticed before. Her latest adventures taught her she shouldn’t trust easily and to always be ready for anything. Her life was at stake and these strangers were doing everything to keep her safe. She should be more alert, ready to be of help and not a dead weight for anyone.
“Stop berating yourself, America.” Wanda placed a hand on America’s shoulder, the young woman huffed looking away. “This kind of reflex take time, and it wasn’t until recently that your life was at any real danger and as long as you’re here it would be our duty to help you and protect you.”
For some reason, this only made America felt worse. She was once more a task, a mission they need to comply with. Once more she was being a problem everyone needed to fix.
The hand on her forearm squeezed tenderly, America lifted her stare to see soft green eyes looking at her. Always sad, always lonely, Wanda turned her attention to the door then back to America.
“Everything is going to be fine, and I am protecting you America, because I want to, because you need that protection, and I won’t leave you alone. Okay?” America swallowed down her response nodding curtly. Wanda offered a tender smile before she let out a heavy sight.
“Look, Y/N and I, we…”
“Have a rough break up?” America asked making a face. “Yeah, I could tell by the teen angsty music you put the whole trip.”
Wanda leaned back furrowing her brows, “my music was not angsty…”
America lifted a single eyebrow in disbelief, though there was some amusement in her eyes. Wanda gave the door one last glance before returning her attention to America.
“What I really wanted to say was that I haven’t talked to her in over ten years.” Wanda lowered her gaze, hating the cold pain that went right through her very soul at this. “The last time we talked…This meeting could go wrong on so many levels I just want you to be ready; mainly because she doesn’t know we’re here.”
Wanda winced observing the angered stare coming from America. The young woman felt like a problem, all over again, because they were about to request help to someone that apparently had a grudge against Wanda, and she hadn’t called before coming and perturbed her personal space.
“You told Strange she said yes.” America said in disbelief, Wanda closed her eyes before letting her shoulders drop in defeat.
“I know, I lied.” Wanda said softly. “But if she had known it was me the one coming, I’m pretty sure she would have said no.”
“How can you be so sure?” America exclaimed. “We’re here uninvited. And by the amount of pinning and depression coming from you I’m guessing not only this wasn’t a good breakup, but it was something to do with you and not her.”
Once more, America found herself facing strong emotions overwhelming her at the worst time. She was so tired of being a dead weight for everyone, wherever she went she was a problem and her actions as well as her presence usually ended with someone getting hurt. The last time the people she had started loving like a family, the world she thought she could stay in had gotten into a difficult situation because of her.
Soon America found herself wrapped in a comforting hug, Wanda put her close and her voice was just above a whisper.
“Everything it’s going to be okay, America.” Wanda clenched her eyes closed, her heart shrank at the memory of Tommy and Billy. Would they know what to do? Would they have Wanda nearby to protect them?
The young woman in her arms was trembling like a leaf, and Wanda didn’t dare to look into her mind since this kind of pain seemed more personal, not so hothead. Wanda was reminded of Stephen’s words just before they left.
“She is no more than a teenager, alone and lost, hiding behind the attitude.”
America had been doing this for far too long, she was forgetting how it was to have someone who cared for her, who could help carried the weight she usually seemed to be carrying.
“I’m just a problem adults need to fix,” she mumbled dropping her shoulders. “Sometimes, their solution is to dispose of me.”
“I’m not going to dispose of you, America.” Wanda leant back wiping away the tears from America’s cheeks.
“We will reach a resolution for this, and then if you want, you can stop running, America.” Wanda tried to offer a smile, to really show the confidence she wasn’t feeling at the moment.
America tensed when the offer was made, it was the second time she heard the same offer coming from the same woman. Different universes. Wanda offered another comforting smile turning towards the door neither of them had approached.
“Look, I know my relationship with Y/N ended horrible. But she is a hero at heart, and she will help. She always does.”
America could tell Wanda was not convince but right now it was obvious they didn’t have more options.
Gee, is there anyone in this world that doesn’t have any trouble with one another? At this rate you guys are going to come face to face with someone like Galactus or Khan and this universe is going to be ashes. Was all America could think off before shrugging and nodding.
“Well then, I guess we better stop stalling this meeting, if they really see us coming they must be waiting.”
Once more America put on a false façade of bravery, she dried her tears knowing that at the moment she also needed to be strong. Whatever was chasing her, would not stop anytime soon and the help they had been looking for might be right behind the door. With a resolution Wanda had become familiar with, America stood up the door before knocking three times.
Wanda held back her smile, she could imagine your face while opening the door and facing the teenager with Wanda right behind her. The attitude and the bravado was something you and Wanda could recognize quite easily…just like Wanda recognized the attitude behind Tommy and the wit behind Billy. The young witch smiled fondly at the memory, her eyes welling up when the emptiness in her heart and life came rushing in; she was supposed to go back to them, to meet with her boys…If only…the thought of the Darkhold poked at her mind, the screams she had heard while trying to reach peace, learning about herself and her powers…
Wanda clenched her jaw, there would be time for that. Her eyes fell on the form of America that was looking around the place before going to the door. Right now, her priority was America.
Wanda sighed stepping forward, it was time to face her past. 
"There's no one home." America stepped back frowning at the lack of activity inside the place. 
Wanda grabbed the knob, her eyes gleaming red before a click was heard and the door was open. 
"Look at that, no locks." Wanda replied with a half-smile that America returned. 
"You know in all universes that's called break in?" But even as she said this America went right into the house feeling the change of temperature. 
The hall was neatly decorated with a table pressed against the wall, there was an empty bowl for the keys and a small mirror on the wall. Wanda closed the door behind her worrying her lip with her eyes glancing around the place. 
It was empty. 
The stood by the door for a moment, the walls were decorated with pictures and some paintings. Wanda watched as America went right in glancing around the pictures, furrowing her brows while trying to catch any sound coming from deeper inside the house.
There was nothing, and Wanda proceeded to follow the young woman. She had taken four steps further into the hall when the click of a gun broke the deep silence in the house, and Wanda felt the pressure of a gun against her head.
"You shouldn't be here, Wanda." The voice was familiar, husky and filled with amusement that Wanda had always found irritating. “Break in a private property is a felony in every country of our world.”
America turned around taking a fighting stance, her eyes went wide open when she noticed the other woman holding the gun. Wanda turned around slowly, her eyes gleaming red when she found herself facing Natasha Romanoff; Natasha smirked when she noticed the tension around those eyes, the anger written in the young woman’s features. She was even more amused at seeing the jealousy there.
“Natasha, why am not surprised that you’re here.” There was a bitter tinge in her tone, and she hated it because she wasn’t supposed to care, you had always told her Natasha was just like a mentor to you. Nothing else.
Natasha tilted her head, her eyes tuned cold and calculating evaluating the situation in front of her. Her green eyes went from America to Wanda, her eyebrows knitted together trying to find an explanation of the situation at hand.
How was it possible for Wanda to find your home? Why was she here? God, why did you have to leave your mobile that day precisely, there was no way Natasha could give you a heads up if you and Yelena never took your phones with you.
“You have a lot of nerve coming here and present yourself unannounced, Wanda.” Natasha couldn’t hide the annoyance in her tone, and her eyes were a clear indicator of his real mood.
The gun was still pointing directly into Wanda’s head, and while the young witch knew Natasha would never pull the trigger it didn’t make her feel better knowing Natasha Romanoff was in your house. As if she had been living there her whole life.
“I am surprised to see you here, Natasha.” Wanda’s voice had an angered edge Natasha was not familiar with, the young woman shook her head taking a deep breath. “We were wondering where you have gone to after the funeral. I guess it was only fitting, right?”
Natasha cocked her head, her lips curling slightly just as she lowered her gun.
“I’ve been leaving here for more than five years now, so yes…fitting.” Natasha put her gun away walking past Wanda, her eyes went once more to America then straight ahead. “Please, take your shoes off if you’re coming deeper into the house, we don’t want the floor to get dirty.”
Wanda scowled at this, and her glare went directly to America who was already taking her shoes off. The young woman shrugged nodding towards Natasha.
“I’m not about to disobey her.” She all but whispered, Wanda rolled her eyes following America’s example.
“Funny you said that, Y/N says the same thing about me every time.” Natasha chuckled making sure her tone of voice held a trace of innuendo while winking at Wanda.
It was almost impossible for Natasha to miss the flash of anger crossing those green eyes, but as soon as it was there it was replaced by a deep sadness. Wanda could pretend all she wanted in front of Vision and the others, but she had never been able of tricking Natasha. The Black Widow had always known, she had always seen it…and that was the reason why she made everything difficult for Wanda.
Because she was a coward.
Natasha went to the living room turning on the lights, she turned around, settling her eyes on Wanda and America.
"Want something to drink?"
America shook herself awake, "yes, thank you."
Natasha pursed her lips going to the kitchen moving around the place with a familiarity that made Wanda hurt. A bittersweet taste of realization hit Wanda making her dizzy, Natasha probably had been living there for quite some time with you. All this time Wanda had suspected Natasha knew your whereabouts, but the Black Widow had always denied it whenever Steve or anybody else would question her. Of course, Natasha knew, of all the people you trusted…
Wanda put her arms around herself, hating this surge of emotions she wasn’t allowed to experience.
"She is not here, by the way." Natasha explained coming over with a glass of orange juice she offered America and a glass of whisky she offered Wanda. “She is out, so you better start talking before she comes back, I’m know she won’t be please knowing you’re here.”
The young witch took the glass with a frown, America looked around the living room admiring the expensive setting and the paintings on the wall. She had never been here; she was still unsure as to why the hostility and how you would receive the both of them; though her own fan girl was getting overly excited to meet the Black Widow. Damn, she was beautiful. 
When America returned her attention to Wanda she realized the redhead was completely stiffened, her eyes hard as steel glaring at Natasha who was torn between her own amusement and a calculating stance. 
The tension could be cut with a knife. 
"Where is she? I need to talk to her." Wanda finally asked, Natasha lifted a single eyebrow and her eyes narrowed dangerously. 
"You can’t come here demanding anything at all, Wanda. I thought you knew this. You lost that right a long time ago." Natasha said calmly, eerily calm. "She is not as patient as I am and believe me when I tell you she is not going to be happy to see you here. So, what are you doing here?"
America took another sip from the glass on her hand, she furrowed her brows not understanding why the violence. As far as she knew, Natasha Romanoff was the best friend of Wanda. Of course, one version of Wanda… sometimes America wondered if perhaps it was better to just lose herself in one of the universes that had no humans or let whoever was after her get to her. 
Every time she got to a new place it wasn't only to learn things, but also to meet people that did not always end up being good. She wondered just what happened to this universe, to this version of Wanda and Natasha to be so openly hostile to one another. 
Wanda looked away before letting out a heavy breath. Her green eyes flashing dangerously at Natasha before she just took control of herself. 
"Something happened, and I need her help." Wanda finally said knowing full well her words were not going to be welcomed. 
"You have some nerve, Wanda." Natasha leaned back against the closest armchair; she emptied the glass of liquor in her hand before massaging her neck. 
"Look, I know I don't have any right…" Wanda trailed off glancing back at the entrance door, the sound of a car pulling on the street calling her attention. 
"She is not going to be happy, Wanda. I hope you're not waiting for her to say yes just because you asked."
Wanda clenched her jaw, tears pricking at her eyes. She couldn't help the wave of regret washing over her, the anxious beating of her heart. Her eyes flickered nervously to the door waiting for you to come in. 
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“Dude, she was about ready to pounce on you.” Yelena drawled, her lips curling slightly while wriggling her eyebrows at you. “And I know you’re not that indifferent to her advances.”
You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes at her comment, your lips twitched slightly while you tried to shake your head. The both of you had been discussing the same topic ever since you left the school, Yelena had insisted early in the day to come with you and see you in action only to have her following you around and pairing you with every single woman that came across you during school hours.
It was a game Yelena liked to play, something the both of you did to pass the time but that at the end of the day was something she used to get your mind out of your misery. The misery that usually came around this time of the year.
"For someone that is not that interested in sex, you surely seemed interest in my sex life." You snorted when Yelena laughed cocking her head to glance at you. 
"I may not find it interesting in me, doesn't mean I don't find it interesting in you."
You made a face blinking a couple of times before snickering. 
"You're such a perv, try to say that slowly and think about what you're saying!" 
Yelena opened her eyes before making a face, she slapped your arm laughing at you.
"You're the perv! What I mean is that I find it amusing to see you go through all of that!" Yelena tried to clarify rolling her eyes.
"You mean the sex?" Now you were confused, Yelena rolled her eyes though it was quite evident she was enjoying the absurdity of your banter. 
"No, you idiot!" Yelena exclaimed exasperated. "I enjoyed seeing you squirm and trying to get away from all the attention when it is evident you need some!" 
"Again, too much sex interest for someone like you."
"Again, it is not about me but you."
The conversation died for a moment, it was the wrong thing to say and Yelena realized it far too late. You shrugged offering a tiny smile to the blond woman. 
"I really need to get laid?" That question broke the tension, Yelena laughed and soon you joined in. 
Your house was coming into view, your eyes fell upon the single figure of an unknown car. You and Yelena leaned forward, both your postures changing for a moment.
"You do. You haven't done anything since that space chick left."
"Carol." You chimed in glancing at Yelena who was sitting straight in her seat, her eyes also on the car.
"Right, Carol." She teased whispering the name in a single enamoured whisper, you rolled your eyes while Yelena merely snickered. "That was disgusting, the amount of touching and kissing…I have to use my earphones all week." 
Yelena made gagging noises while you rolled your eyes at her teasing. You knew for a fact Yelena had liked Carol and they got along pretty well which was strange because Yelena didn't like anyone. 
"So, I take it we were not waiting for anyone today, right?" You finally inquired nodding to the parked car. 
"Nope." Yelena popped her lips shaking her head, her hand grabbing the gun under the seat. 
"Well, I don't think it's that bad, Nat would be out by now." You commented dryly, "unless, of course she is happy trashing the inside of my home?" 
"Occupational hazard, Y/N, you should know that by now."
You made a noise at the back of your throat parking right behind the strange car.
"Really, that excuse would get old really soon, Lena." You shook your head turning to Yelena. “Last time, I have to take Tony’s scowling while he helped me fix everything, this time around I’m dragging both of you to do so if it happens again.”
“Last time it was Bucky’s fault.”
“Last time it was you, Natasha, Bucky and Carol.” You replied rather exasperate, “I can believe I have to come back to that disaster, and I left you guys only for two days.”
“In my defence, you never told us they were your friends.”
You snorted closing the door of the car while approaching the unknown one. Perhaps Yelena was right, you didn’t say anything and that was the reason why it ended up in a fight, you looked inside the car but there was nothing there that might reveal who the owner was. You turned to your house then back to Yelena, the young woman had her hand tightly attached to her weapon though nothing else in her posture had changed.
"You know? Now that we talk about it, I like Carol." Yelena mentioned out of the blue trying to go back to the real conversation you two had started back in the car, the young woman had a contemplative stare on her face. "But this Milf you found at school…it has its perks if you want children."
"I'm so no taking you with me next time, Lena…" 
"What? I'm just saying Carol is good for a nice roll in the sack but this Mrs.IWantyoutifuckme is good for a happily ever after." 
Yelena’s words resounded in the hall, you opened the door wide open your lips curled into a smile that froze in place the moment your eyes fell upon the single figure you hoped you would never have to see ever again.
Wanda Maximoff stood in all her glory right at the end of the hall, her long strawberry hair fell in waves behind her back and while there were bags under her eyes and tiredness was quite evident in her green eyes, she was looking as magnificent as the day you met her.
The young witch felt her heart skipped a beat, she made an attempt to go to you when all of a sudden the smile dropped from your face and your features change into disbelief and anger. A well-known anger you reserved only for her. Wanda hesitated, and you hated the way your voice waver and softened when you said her name.
"Wanda."
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The Night We Met…. (Jean Kirstein x Reader)
SPOILERS FOR THE LAST EPISODE!!! ANGST! DEATH MENTIONED.Hey y’all, this is my first time writing in tumblr! Hopefully y’all like this!!! And please give any tips and ideas! Also, is femreader (she/her pronouns) Also this is inspired by “The NIght We Met” by Lord Huron.
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The Rumbling…
Everyone was scared, terrified, hopeless, even…. broken.
Y/n has been part of the scouts going way back, since the incident of wall Maria. But even before, she knew mostly everyone in her group, Connie, Sasha, and Jean…
Reason why she knew them was because it was the first day of training and she had no partner. So, Shadis instead put her with Jean.
He was fumbling with his words but also being cocky as well. Underestimating you.
So when it was time to tackle each other, he was caught be surprise how you brought him down in the matter of seconds.
He looked up in pain but fought it over with a cockily smile, “What’s your name again?”
“None of your business you horse” You glared at him and left him there.
“HEY!!! ARENT YOU GOING TO HELP?!”
With that small introduction, it has been you, Jean, Sasha, and Connie. The four of you were the most annoying but yet strongest group.
4 years later, it has the toughest but yet, the best years of your life and Jeans.
Ever since the battle with Reiner, Bertholdt, and Zeke, you two have been getting closer than ever.
Him being more protective over you, he wanted to keep you safe, and made a promise to Marco to look out for you since the two of you were close as well.
During the first trip to Marley, it was crazy for you. You guys stayed there for about for bit while the others had to get things done before the battle. You and Jean decided to sneak out to a bar.
He was practically dragging you to the bar, the both of you laughing and almost out of breath.
He opens the door for you, “Well thank you, you good sir” You said
“No problem, my lady” He jokling replied.
You guys were there for a good while, just drinking and talking while there was slow music in background. That’s when the bartender announced there was only 10 minutes left.
Jean placed his cup down and looked at you. He couldn’t stop looking at you, how you looked so beautiful. And then he asked, “Hey, wanna dance?”, he held his hand to you.
You looked at him in a surprised but then relayed and nodded. You took his hand and he led you to the middle of room.
You guys both swayed to the slow music, while you had your head in his chest and he had his hand placed in the back of your waist. You can hear his heart race a bit, but took a deep breath and relaxed into him and closed your eyes.
In that moment, it felt like it was only you and him. And no one else.
“Hey Y/n…” Jean said suddenly,
You looked up, “Yeah?”
He looked down at you, then took another deep breath. “I’m afraid..”
“Afraid of what?” You took your head off from his chest, and looked at his eyes.
There’s a moment of silence, of only both of you looking at each other. “I’m afraid of losing you…”
A worried bit you asked, “There’s nothing to be afraid of Jean, I’m right here, with you.”
“ I know, but I’m afraid that im going to lose you , I promised Marco to look over you. To be more protective, but there was so much more into that promise. I want to keep safe, warm…. Loved” He spoke softly.
“Jean…”
“I know, it sounds crazy, but every since that day we met, I just knew that you were the one. You brought light to me when I was going through. You, you were the one to bring a smile and cared for me. And I want to do that you, I want to be there for you, I want to hold you and tell you everything is alright. I want a future with you….. I love you Y/n, ” Jean looked at you with gentle and soft expression.
You didn’t have words to say, you were speechless.
He took noticed and then sighed, “look, im sor-“ He got caught off by you kissing him on the lips. He kissed you back.
The kiss lasted for a good while until you pulled away and looked at him, “I love you to Jean… Ive been waiting for this” You smiled
He chuckled, “Same here….”
Jean couldn’t focus,
The rumbling has ended, but he was desperately trying to look for you.
You guys parted away, since it was a it easier to battle.
But he was worried, until he heard his name being called.
“JEAN!!! COME HERE, RIGHT NOW!!!” He heard Connie yell.
He hurriedly ran to him and then he saw the most terrifying thing he ever imagined.
A blade from the ODM gear struck you through. Connie was holding your head for support, he was crying.
First Marco, secondly Sasha, and then you…
Jean felt like he couldn’t move, until you opened your eyes and saw him.
“Jean…” You weakly said and tried to reach out for him. He hurriedly got down , Connie lifted your head to jeans lap.
“Hey beautiful…” He tearfully said,
“Jean… I’m sorry…”
“Hey, don’t say sorry, my love. You did your best… You know I love you right?”
You looked at him and smiled. “Yeah… I love you too Jean….. I dont want to go Jean” You were afraid to leave, to leave Jean.
“Hey, hey…. I’m going to be alright, you did your best my love”. Jean tears started to fall.
You smiled once more, “Hey Jean… please give me one more kiss..”
He gladly does, knowing it was going to be your final moment.
You felt his lips on yours, you raise your hand to touch his jaw. Suddenly, you get all the memories you had with him. When you guys first met, to grieving over Marcos death, to goofing around with Connie and Sasha, to him confessing his love to you. You smiled through the kiss. Taking your final breath.
Jean felt your body and hand go in limp.
He broke away from the kiss to look at you, how peacefully you looked. He pushed your hair behind your ear.
His body shook, and then started to cry more.
His cries can be heard from a good distance.
Connie stood in shock, his best friend has died.
And then a mist appeared. Both Jean and Connie looked up, saw you and Sasha waving at them. Smiling.
Then disappeared,
Jean can know live with that fact that you’re going to be ok.
“Please take me back to the night we met”
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rlqfpdl · 20 days
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How not to lose a brother, no glue no borax
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Hermes!fem!reader x Hermes cabin
Summary: luke betrays camp and you don’t know what to do or how to feel anymore. Luckily your siblings seem to be there for you.
Contains: pure angst!!, hermes sibling dynamics, SPOILERS for last Olympian, takes place during the titans curse/battle of the labyrinth. Not really a happy ending? Character death.
A/N: hi guys this is my first ff on tumblr hope you like it. Slightly (or mostly) inspired by the ‘no glue no borax trend’ on tik tok.
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You would think that a cabin like cabin 11 always felt alive and full of people, yet you couldn't help but feel like the loneliest girl in that there. The dull brown walls felt suffocating, but the thought of leaving them seemed even more terrifying.
 “Come on sis you’ve got to leave your bed someday,” said Connor, carrying a tray of food. He sat on the footer of the bed and looked up at the girl. Being the closest in age–just one year apart– Connor was your rock and your partner in crime. 
You slowly sat up and grabbed the small bowl of strawberries from the tray. “Maybe Hypnos is my dad,” you said sarcastically while wrapping a blanket around yourself. Maybe Connor was right. It was time to touch the grass and wash up a bit. 
“That would be a shame, I can't afford to lose another–'' he cut himself off before messing up big time. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, eyes getting watery with the thought of him again. The old Hermes cabin counselor. 
You were there that day when the iris message arrived in camp. Luke, your older brother, confessing to poisoning Thalia's tree and betraying camp. It wasn't as if the news only affected you; every single one of your half-siblings couldn't believe it. It had explained why he didn't arrive at camp that year or why Chris wasn't there to annoy you like always. Oh wait, that meant Chris also left. You were never the same again.
you were merely 10 years old when you first arrived, being claimed by your father as soon as you stepped foot into camp. Connecting with your other siblings in an instant, especially with Luke. You looked up to him; he was the older brother you never had growing up as an only child. He taught you how to use a sword and how to utilize your abilities to their full potential. It was fun to steal the camp store with your siblings, a weird bonding experience for sure.  Being a year-rounder also meant spending more time at camp, which also meant getting to know Luke better than most of your other siblings. 
Truly, nothing prepared you for such a harsh reality check. You blame yourself for not seeing the signs after his quest; the constant waking up in the middle of the night screaming in fear. the sudden harshness towards others, slowly disconnecting from camp. Sadly, you started to blame your father for everything–how he treated Luke, how he treated you, and how he seemed to not care for the pain you felt. 
“Y/N Travis told me not to tell you but they found Chris, He's alive.” Your eyes widened with shock, you knew Chris wasn't dead, but the thought that he was no longer with Luke made you worry even more. At least if he was with the enemy, he was still with his brother. 
“Where is he?” you said, getting up, ready to travel to the depths of Tartarus just to see him again. 
“Wooh, hold your horses, he was brought back to camp but, he's not in the condition you want to see him in,” Connor said, a slight shakiness to his words as if he had seen Chris, as if he was hiding something. 
“What do you mean by that? I don't care about that I just want to see him again” You were starting to get angry. You weren't the same immature 10-year-old from before. You could handle this, or at least you wanted to believe you could. 
Connor got annoyed. He knew better than to go against his brother's wishes, but he thought this news could bring a smile to your face, a smile long forgotten. “Travis was right; I shouldn't have told you,” He said, getting up from your bed, about to leave the cabin. He couldn't afford to dwell on these things. He now had to be head counselor, thinking about the course of action the camp would take.
 But you ran, catching up to him, grabbing his arm. You felt compelled to know this information; he was your brother. “You and Travis can't keep hiding things from me. I am not a child anymore. Don't you think it hurts me every day how I lost my brothers or how I might lose more in war " Tears were threatening to spill out your eyes, your legs felt weak from not walking in such a long time and your emotions could no longer be contained.
"See Y/N, that's the thing. You're so blinded by your pain. Don't you see the rest of us grieving? Don't you see how Julia and Alice have stopped with their pranks? How me and Travis have to be in charge of this damn cabin with no guidance.” you had never seen Connor actually get angry before, He was the camp clown he played pranks on people, he made people laugh, he didn't make them cry. 
“You're not the only one hurting, Y/N, Understand that '' he finished off pulling his arm away from your grip. The tears you held on to finally started to spill, It was true you could be selfish at times, but you couldn't afford to fight with your siblings; it was the only thing left in your life. Alexa, one of your sisters was the one to bring you food that night, not seeing Connor until after the campfire, very clearly annoyed and avoiding you after your little spat. 
You knew tension was high in the cabin but you didn't stop to think it was this bad. You were so caught up in your own agenda that you didn't see how you could all fight at a time like this. You had to have each other's backs. Everybody a camp loved Luke; that was a fact, but nobody felt the true betrayal of a sibling like you guys did.
It had been a year now, and you and your siblings found yourselves on Mount Olympus embracing each other and sobbing as you saw your poor brother die. “He died a hero,'' they said but that still didn't stop the pain. It was enough to see him betray camp, witness so many demigods die in battle, see Chris go mad from his days in the labyrinth, see camp slowly dying. Now there was a dagger still inside of Luke. 
You missed the times you played poker in cabin 11 or made chocolate chip cookies (his and your favorite), sword fighting, everything. You've only met your father a few times; you couldn't help but blame him for so much. Yet here he was with you guys equally as sad, Travis swore he saw the old man shed a tear or two. It made you laugh slightly when he told you that, not that it was something to laugh at,  just the thought of a god showing emotions seemed foreign. 
It was funny how grief brought you all together, more united than before. But still, that didn't mean you could look past Luke's actions and the pain you felt. Maybe someday in the future, you would understand where he was coming from, but for now, you couldn't help but cry those feelings and thoughts away. 
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How You Lost Him In 10 Days
summary: you're a writer for a fashion magazine and you decide to take up an exciting piece. the man you chose for your subject coincidentally took up a dare of his own, resulting in a twisted ten days with one another.
requested: by me!
⚠️: lying, manipulation, sexual content, making out (yikes!)
pairing: christian pulisic
authors note: i don't want to be seen as an unoriginal writer but i just had to write this 😭
originally inspired from "how to lose a guy in 10 days", 2001
🎵: catch me if you can - the beu sisters
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Your hand flopped on your counter for a bit before you picked up the phone, putting an end to the nonstop ringing.
"What?" you mumbled, sitting up.
"Um did you forget?" the voice of your friend, Andrea asked.
A yawn left your mouth as you rubbed your eyes, forcing yourself to be alert. "Forget what?"
"Staff meet. Today."
It took a minute for the words to register and when they did, your eyes widened and you glanced at the clock on the wall. 9:30.
"Shit!"
Andrea scoffed. "Yeah, and hurry!"
Throwing your blanket to the side, you jumped out of your bed. "Give me thirty minutes Drea."
"And you're on coffee duty." She reminded you.
"Yeah, yeah." you muttered. "Bye."
Not even waiting for her to say anything back, you hung up the phone and dropped it, running for your bathroom. It was hectic but nothing you weren't used to. You managed to get ready and grab your things and leave on time and grab the coffee order that had been ready for probably ages.
It took an extra twenty minutes to get to the building and park before bursting through the door and into the elevators until you reached your floor.
"There she is!" Andrea exclaimed. "And with my long awaited coffee."
You smiled and handed her the tray of cups before sitting in your cubicle which was right next to hers. "And with five minutes to spare. Where's Jess?"
"Here!" the redhead smiled, rolling her chair over to you. "My drink?"
You pointed at Andrea who passed a cup.
The three of you enjoyed the moment of silence, sipping on the drinks.
"Mm, guess what?" Jessica spoke up.
"What?"
The redhead set her cup down on your desk and sighed. "Remember Angelo?"
Andrea pretended to think for a minute causing you to laugh.
"The pretty one with the green eyes, yes." you nodded. "What happened?"
"He dumped me."
Your eyebrows shot up. Andrea's mouth dropped.
"It's only been a week Jess!" the brunette stated.
"Yeah, that's a new record." you chimed in, taking a sip from your straw. "What'd you do this time?"
Jessica sigh. "Cried during sex."
It fell silent as you both stared at her in disbelief.
She shrugged. "It was just so bad. Couldn't hold it in."
You busted into laughter, the two women following suit. The laughter was so loud, none of you heard the boss walking over until she stood in front of you all, arms crossed.
"The staff meeting. Now." She left without another word, the three of you scrambling after her and to the conference room.
You pulled Jess close. "Now I know what to do stop bad sex."
Jessica snickered, causing the white haired woman, Gia to shoot a glare towards you. Andrea rolled her eyes and it wasn't long until the doors to the conference room were pushed open.
The room was full and as usual, the three seats in the corner were open. The three of you took your seats and waited for Gia to start.
“Alright everyone, welcome back. As we all know, we’re printing soon so I’d like to hear the final versions of your work.” She tucked a strand of her neat bob behind her ear before taking a seat. “Pierre, we’ll start with you.”
The tanned man stood to his feet and began to pass out papers that contained his layout for the cover while explaining his idea. You took yours and stared at it before zoning out.
These meetings were always the same, one at the start of the month and one near the end, which would be this one. Gia would go around the room and discuss possible articles, themes, and whatever else she wanted for the first meeting. And for the meetings like today, she'd go over what everyone came up with for the month and in the end, have the final say on what went in and what went out. But you never listened anyways. It was just two hours of brownnosing and you weren't here for it.
"Ahem."
You blinked and looked up. All eyes were on you and you glanced around before giving your attention to your boss. "Hm?"
The older woman shook her head. "Your article? For the month?"
"Top destination spots this spring." you had to refrain from cringing because even you knew that it was weak.
Gia held her hands out. "That's it? I give you a whole page to yourself as one of my best writers and that's what you can come up with?"
Andrea casted a side glance that you ignored.
"I know I just..." you half shrugged. "I don't know Gia, I'm just uninspired."
She raised an eyebrow. "So you need... inspiration?"
"Please?"
A moment passed before she sighed. "Fine. Inspiration people. Go around the room and tell dear Y/n what happened to you this past month. And make it good."
Jessica bit back a laugh at the glares half the room sent your way while you smiled sheepishly. And one by one, the stories began. Half of them sucked so you nodded mindlessly until it was Jessica's turn.
"I got dumped. After a week of dating."
You covered your hand with your mouth while Andrea looked down in her effort to not laugh. The rest of the room looked surprised and for once, Gia was silent.
"Oh. Wow." She wracked her mind for a minute. "How? What'd you do?"
Jess ran a hand though her red curls and sighed. "Everything. I didn't even know I was doing it all until he ended things."
"So we write about it." you said.
Gia nodded, snapping her fingers. "A list on how to lose a guy!"
"Ten ways..." Jess mused.
"In ten days." you smiled. "We print in fifteen, so I'll finish it by then."
Murmurs of agreement passed around the room.
"How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." Andrea suggested.
"Perfect!" Gia exclaimed. "I love it!"
"And," Pierre cut in. "we can run it as part of the cover. Special edition."
You nodded to yourself, excitement pooling in your stomach.
"Amazing, amazing." Gia smiled. "Meeting dismissed, Pierre get with Andrea for the cover and Y/n get on it. Out!"
Everyone stood to their feet and began to crowd out of the room. On the way out, Jessica nudged you.
"I'll do your story justice Jess." you promised.
The redhead hummed. "I know you will."
"And who's the unlucky guy?" Andrea asked, walking up to your other side.
You grinned. "Let's go shopping tonight."
"And by shopping you mean combing the bar." Jess smiled.
"You know it." you affirmed with a wink.
The day flew by, with your head down, hand furiously scribbling in your notebook. You wracked your brain on all the things most men hated and once a few ideas made it onto the paper, you were satisfied.
At the end of the day, Andrea stood over you, bags in hand. "Who's place?"
Looking up, you nodded to Jessica who was packing her bag. "Her closet is better."
The redhaead smiled. "Your car? We took taxis."
"Of course." you murmured, jotting down the last of your notes. "Let's go." Closing the notebook, you tossed it and everything else you needed in your bag before taking one last glance. "Yeah, c'mon."
The two women walked ahead of you, talking about what they were going to wear. You hung back, your mind running in circles about this project. What if you couldn't find anyone? What if the final result was awful?
You allowed these thought to consume you on the way to Jessica's place and even while you were getting dressed. You were excited, of course but just the huge possibility of it all falling through put you on edge.
"Hey." Andrea called for your attention. "What is that?"
Glancing down at your dress, you shrugged. "One of my old dresses."
She tsked with a shake of head. "Your commandeering the biggest thing in this magazines history and you want to start if off by dressing like someone's mama? No way. Jess?"
"Yeah?" the redhead called from the bathroom.
Andrea observed you once more. "The blue dress. Do you have it?"
"Yeah. Want me to bring it?"
"Please."
You smiled and began to unzip your black mini. "What's the blue dress?"
"This." Jessica brandishes a short ensemble that makes your mouth drop.
"You're joking?" you ask, mostly to yourself as you step towards it, running fingers across the ends.
"Dead serious." Andrea answers. "What do you think?"
You say nothing at first, eyes on the pleats. Taking the hanger, you hold the dress up to your chest and smile. "I think I'm gonna try this on!" You made a dash to the closet and the two women went about their own business until you came out minutes later.
"That's the one." Andrea nods. Jessica nods in agreement, pointing at some silver heels.
It was times liken these where you thanked your lucky stars that the three of you were roughly the same size. That was partly the reason why the three of you were so close - her clothes were your clothes and yours was hers and so on. In the short time, you've known the two, you all became close fast and it didn't help that your cubicles at work were L-shaped with you in the middle, making it easier to gossip and laugh with one another.
When you stepped out fully dressed, you gave a little spin. "What are we thinking?"
Jessica smiled, her excitement visible.
"I think it's about time to find our guy."
The bar you chose was packed to the brim, every step resulting into a bump into the person beside you. It took some time before Andrea found an empty spot at the bar with two empty stools.
"Quickly, quickly." you mumbled, ushering your way to the spot.
When the three of you finally got to the spot, you allowed the two women to sit, knowing you'd be out looking for victims men for your article.
Jessica ordered a few rounds of drinks and once you felt enough liquid courage running through you, with a quick cheeky salute went off to the first man you saw.
Then a second. A third. The fourth. The fifth.
The sixth one was unemployed and lived with his mother and the seventh practiced ventriloquy.
Your friends only winced at every interaction before pointing out some guys for you.
"Okay." Andrea shrugged. "So you had some tough picks. Big deal."
"It is a big deal, Drea." you took a sip from the glass she handed you. "I have to find this guy tonight so I'm not off schedule."
Jessica perked up in her seat. "Over there, by the bathroom. Blonde."
Two sets of eyes rested on the man and took him in, the height, the build, the outfit.
"Fine." you sighed, setting the glass down and leaving the spot.
As you began a conversation with the man, you soon found him to be very charming.
He delivered line after line and excitement and anticipation coursed through your veins.
This was so your guy.
"Can I ask you something though?" you questioned with a sweet smile.
He nodded, and equally sweet smile on his face. "Of course."
Motioning to the bathroom door, you raised an eyebrow. "Why're you waiting here? Surely there's some space by the bar."
The blonde opened his mouth to answer until another man came to stand beside him, an inquiring look on his face. Your eyes flitted to his crossed arms and to his hand where a silver band fitted around his left ring finger. You looked up at the two and put the pieces together.
"Oh? Oh." The smile dropped from your face and you cleared your throat. "Okay. I'm gonna-" you pointed back to the bar and shrugged. "Bye."
The two women at the bar weren't watching the exchange and had no idea you were on your way back until they heard the heavy sigh behind them.
"I'm back." you huffed, setting your silver bag on the bar counter.
"What happened to the blonde?" Jess questioned, sipping her cocktail. "He was pretty handsome."
You sighed. "Yeah, his husband thinks the same."
Giggles escaped Jessica's mouth and you nudged her, a grin tugging at your lips.
Andrea shook her head and pointed across the bar. "Tall. Sexy. Purple shirt."
Following her finger, you sized up the man before nodding. "Wish me luck."
"Don't need it." The brunette woman smiles. "Go."
After a few pushes, Andrea is left alone with Jessica who orders another drink. "She's gonna need all the luck, it's a tough crowd."
The other woman wordlessly agreed, downing the rest of her drink.
From a booth in the very same bar, a group of men sat, one of them doing some searching of his own after his news shocked his table.
"You don't have a date for the wedding?" Anthony asked. "What happened to that one girl?"
Christian took a sip from his drink and shrugged. "She wasn't my type."
Luca let out a laugh. "Not your type? Chris, you've been dating her a week?"
"No." The American countered. "I've been seeing her for a week. Not dating. There's a difference."
The two men shook their heads.
"Did she cry?" Luca questioned.
Christian sheepishly smiled. "Yeah, she had it bad."
Anthony's eyes widened. "You mean she was in love with you?"
"Just one of my many talents."
"First, be humble." Luca scoffed. "Second, you can't go to the wedding without a date."
"Why not?" Christian questioned.
Luca picked up his glass. "Because we," he motioned to himself and Anthony. "have dates."
"And we're not ditching our girls just because you decided to fly solo at the last minute. We all agreed on brining dates."
Christian shrugged. "So what? I'll find a date. How hard can it be?"
The booth fell silent and the two Italians shared a glance. In the Americans short time in Italy, he recognized the look the two cousins shared and narrowed his eyes.
"I know that look." he raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Anthony sat up a bit more, resting his arms on the table. "You'll get a date of course, but we have to pick her. Right here, right now."
"Easy." Christian shrugged.
"Not so fast," Luca interjected. "since it's also so easy to make any woman love you, you have to make this one fall in love with with you."
The American paused. "From tonight to the wedding?"
Luca shook his head. "We pick the girl tonight. You charm her starting tomorrow."
"That's only ten days." Christian complained.
“You did it in seven.” Luca protested.
Christian held his hands out. “Unintentionally.”
Anthony shrugged. "If it's so easy, you can do it. We'll even put some cash down."
Obviously, money wasn't an issue for the American but bet was a bet. "How much?"
"Five hundred?" Luca suggested.
"Five hundred." Anthony nodded.
Christian chuckled. "Fine. Five hundred. Get to picking."
The pair of cousins shared a laugh and turned in their seats, immediately searching through the crowd. It was silent at the booth as the two looked around.
"Her." Luca pointed at a woman and both Anthony and Christian followed his finger. The woman he chose was old enough to be his grandmother and had enough cosmetic surgery done for at least five people. Anthony let out a laugh and Christian bit back his own.
"Be serious Luc."
The three laughed and the Italians continued their search for another minute until Anthony snapped. "There."
"Where?"
"Blue dress. Silver purse."
It was easy to see who. The blue dress was striking and could be seen from a distance. It had a deep plunge in the front and somewhat backless, a halter. Christian smiled to himself. "Easy."
"Go get her." Anthony smiled.
Luca raised his glass towards the American before sipping from it. "Ten days."
Christian stuffed his phone and keys in his pocket and downed the rest of his drink before getting out of the booth. "See you guys in ten days."
The two cheered as their friend made his way over to you.
"Oh, oh, hot brunette with tattoos at 10 o' clock!" Jess squealed.
Your eyes widened and you turned around fast. "Where?"
"Coming right at us, turn turn." Andrea hissed.
You turned back to your friends, gripping your glass. "Wha- Where?"
"Ten steps," Jess dropped her voice. "Five, four, we're backing up now."
"What- no-"
A tap on your shoulder got your attention. You glared at your friends who were now some steps away, nodding at you. Sucking in a breath, you turned to face the man and paused.
He was hot in Jess standards but cute in yours, tall with soft eyes. His hair was neatly trimmed on the sides and meticulously styled on top. His outfit consisted of a white button down that had the top four buttons undone and beneath that, a gold chain around his neck, paired with a cross pendant that rested on his chest. You didn't even bother looking at his pants and shoes, the smile on his face capturing all of your attention.
You thought back to your work and smiled. He'd be perfect. “Hi.”
“Hey.”
It fell silent between the two of you, with the exception of the buzz of the bar around you.
You decided to bite.
“Single?”
“Yes.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And searching?”
He chuckled. “Yes, are you interested?”
“Are you?”
“I asked you first.”
You nodded. “I am. Are you?”
“Definitely.” He offered his hand. "Let's say we get out of here?"
Pursing your lips for a second, you glanced back at your friends who shot you thumbs up while nodding enthusiastically. Turning back to him, you slapped your hand on his, resulting in a lame high five. "Your place?"
You cocked your head. "Your place. But first, your name?"
"Christian. And yours?"
"Y/n."
He nodded. "Wanna grab a bite before we go?"
Thinking for a second, you shook your head. "No but let me say bye to my girls?"
"Of course." Christian nodded towards the door. "I'll wait over there."
Without another word, you walked over to your friends with an excited grin. "I'm going home with him!"
Jessica dropped her mouth. "It's been five minutes!"
You shrugged with a smile and took the drink from her hands and downed it, ignoring the sting. "Ah, what is that?" you asked, nearly shoving the glass in her hands.
"Spicy paloma." she answered.
Andrea nudged you, pulling you from the buzz of the spicy drink. "You're too good! Give me your keys."
You nodded and rummaged through your purse before handing her your car keys. "Okay, here's the plan." The two women looked at you expectantly. "I'm only gonna see if he's the 'one'. Then tomorrow, we'll start the ten days."
"No slutty hook-up sex?" Jess questioned, quickly glancing at Christian.
A disgusted look washed over your face. "I'm not you- no offense. So ladies, I'll be off."
"Call me." Andrea said, hugging you.
Jess also gave you a hug before brushing some hair out your face. "Go get him."
"I will." You waved and walked away from them, heading over to Christian who waited patiently.
"Friends of yours?" he questioned, walking you outside.
"Mhm. Wanted to make sure you weren't pyscho."
The cool air hit you and it took everything to not shudder.
Christian led you to his car and unlocked it. He opened the passenger door. "Still have the rest of the night to prove the opposite."
You stopped in your tracks. His eyes widened.
"No! No, no, I was kidding. Bad joke, I'm sorry." His words came out almost all at once in his desperate efforts to apologize. "I'm not crazy, I'm sorry."
"Okay." you whispered. "It was a joke, right?"
Christian nodded. "Yes and an awful one."
"Yeah." you hesitantly got into his car, pulling the door shut behind you. He went around the car and got in the drivers seat. When he shut his door, the two of you sat in a breif silence until he spoke up again.
"I'm sorry. Honestly, that was lame."
You shrugged. "It's... fine. Take us home."
The man smiled to himself and nodded. "Last call on food."
"Pass. And no more lame jokes."
"Got it."
He began to drive off, prompting you to get on your phone fast. Going to your messages, you clicked your group chat and began typing.
you: girls
andrea: what
jess: how big is it
You sucked your teeth, causing Christian to glance at you for a second.
you: jess please. he made a really bad joke, help
drea: how bad
jess: scale it
Looking up, you smiled at the man who smiled back before looking down again.
you: like a crazy bad joke. 10.9 on the scale, won't go into deets but yikes. but it's okay now. call u later
You turned off the phone and looked ahead. "So Christian. What is it you do?"
"I'm an athlete."
You feigned a look of shock. "No way."
His eyebrows furrowed. "Sounds like you knew."
"Get over yourself, I'm a fashion girl, not a sports one. Wasn't until after we agreed on coming here, my friend told me she's seen you before."
The American made a left turn. "What do you do?"
"I write." you said with a hint of proud. "Have a designated spot in a mag."
"Interesting. What do you write about?"
"Things that don't interest the average male reader." you glanced out the window. "You wouldn't be interested."
Especially because this piece was going to be about him.
He shrugged, the smile on his face small. "You never know, I like to read."
"Right." you murmured. Thoughts of guilt swirled through your head but you pushed it aside. Your article was important.
The rest of the ride was silent with the exception of the radio which played some Italian pop.
"Mind if I turn up the volume?" you asked.
"Sure."
Smiling shyly, you reached forward and turned the volume up, only by a little, the tunes of 'Felicita' filling the car. Before you pulled your hand back, one of the mans free hand released the steering wheel to hold onto yours.
You said nothing, a feeling a comfort washing over you. For the rest of the ride, his thumb stroking your hand.
When he pulled into his neighborhood, you looked out the window and tried to contain your awe. The car drove some further until it turned into the driveway of a fairly large home. Christian released your hand and turned to you. "Here we are."
Smiling, you stared at it from where you sat and it wasn't until he turned off the car, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car, pulling down the short dress.
The man was out of his car as well and walked over to you, a hand behind you back, guiding you to the door. "Couldn't wait for me to open the door for you?"
His tone was teasing and you tried your best to be unphased by his charms.
"I'm not a helpless woman Chris."
Unlocking the front door, he allowed you to go in first and followed, the door shutting behind him. " 'M just tryna be a gentleman."
The sound of car being locked was heard from where you stood and you waited for him to lock his door before taking a glance around.
He hung his keys up on the hook beside the door before noticing your nervous energy.
"Make yourself comfortable." he said, rubbing your shoulders. "Nothing has to happen tonight, alright?"
You nodded hesitantly and mentally kicked yourself. Were you nervous?
"Can I use your bathroom?" you asked.
The brunette nodded. "Just down the hall, last door on the left. Thirsty?"
You nodded, already making your way towards the restroom. "Dying!"
He said something else but you didn't quite hear, having already found the bathroom door, opening it before slipping in. You fumbled in the dark, your fingers brushing against the wall until you found the switch. Finding it, you flicked it and light illuminated the bathroom.
You let out a breath and set your purse on the marble counter, going through it until you found your phone. You made quick work of unlocking it and calling Andrea.
The line only rang once before it was picked up.
"Hey, hey!" Andrea said. "Jess, it's her!"
There was some commotion in the background and you chuckled to yourself.
"Give us the details." Jessica chimed in.
You looked around the neat bathroom. "He's cute. Kinda shy though."
Jessica let out a hum. "And what was the joke?"
"Mm, I'm not gonna scare myself again, we got over it."
"And the plan?" Andrea questioned.
"It's gonna work." you whispered, fixing your hair. "He's gonna fall hard and run for the hills."
"Where are you?" She asked.
"His bathroom."
Jessica laughed. "Is his bathroom nice?"
You looked around. "I guess." You checked the shower and looked through his cabinets before touching the glass. It happened to be another cabinet and you opened it. Looking in it, you stifled a laugh at Trojan Magnum box in the corner.
"That bad?" Jessica asked.
"Is Magnum a good thing?" you asked back, shutting the cabinet.
The girls laughed and you shook your head. "Alright, I gotta go."
"You're not gonna sleep with him, are you?" Andrea questioned, giggling in between her words.
"God, no. You sickos are so invested in my sex life." you scoffed, finger combing your hair. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
The girls said their goodbyes before hanging up, leaving you to stare at yourself in the mirror. Squinting, you rubbed the mascara under your eyes, just a little bit before digging through your purse and reapplying your lipstick.
"You okay in there?" Christian called out.
You rolled your eyes, spraying your favorite perfume. "Yeah, give me a sec!"
Once you finished, you gave yourself a mental pep talk before stepping out of the bathroom.
The man was waiting on his sofa, the lights warm and dim. Half of his buttons were undone and you mentally cursed yourself for the thoughts that ran through your mind. You smiled, and set your purse down on his table before taking a seat beside him.
"Here." he handed you a beer, missing the way how your lip curled in disgust.
"Thanks." you grimaced, taking it from him. Christian sipped from his beer, his eyes on you.
There was music playing in the background and you said and did nothing, silently refusing to drink the beer.
"Guessing your not that thirsty." he chuckled to himself while setting his bottle down.
You raised your eyebrows and took and glanced down at the beer before looking back at him. "It's not that, was just taking in the place."
He nodded slowly, taking a quick look around his own home. "Well, what do you think of it?"
A part of you itched to put your plan in place but opted against it. "It's very nice."
"Just nice?"
You nodded and forced yourself to take a sip from the beer, swallowing harshly. "Very simple. But nice."
Christian smiled. "I guess it could use some colors." He glanced at the bottle of beer in your hands. "Not gonna finish it?"
With a small smile, you shook your head. He reached for it and when he took it, he took a swig straight from the bottle, not seeming to care where or who your mouth might've been on earlier that night.
When he finished it, he sat back on the sofa. At first, nothing happened until you scooted closer to him. It was like you were both nervous, too scared to make the first move. But you knew how much you had riding on this so you decided to make the move.
Turning to him, you tucked your legs underneath you as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
He turned to you in surprise but any words of protest died on his tongue when you 'accidently on purpose' kissed his lips. His eyes blinked shut and his hand came to rest on your cheek.
Your own hand trailed down his torso, unbuttoning the last few buttons. Christian mumbled something but you didn't hear, too lost in your own head.
The American pulled you in his lap, the kiss deepening tenfold. You brought your hands to his chest and made light work of rubbing his chest, your fingers brushing against his skin. He chuckled against your lips and you cleverly used that opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth.
You shifted yourself to a straddle, your legs on either side of him. A low moan spilled from his lips and all of your rational thoughts flew out the window. You made the decision to grind against him, causing him to buck up into your hips with a gasp.
"Hm, not too fast." he warned, gently pulling you back with a fistful of your hair.
You licked your lips and nodded. "You're right."
He smiled shyly. "Mhm."
The two of you remained in the silent trance, his eyes looking deep in yours. "I would love to see you again."
"Funny," you whispered. "I was going to say the same thing."
His hands detangled from your hair and moved down your back, resting on your waist. "How should I reach you?"
Smiling, you pressed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. "Check your bathroom when I leave."
The man hummed in amusement. "So that's why you were in there for so long."
"Wow, observant and smart," you placed your hands on his chest, pushing yourself off his lap. "Call me tomorrow."
"Woah, woah-" Christian's hands pulled you back down. "Where're you going?"
You raised a brow. "Home."
His arms held you in place. "But you don't have a car?"
"Are you trying to get me to spend the night here?" you questioned, a hint of teasing in your tone.
"Maybe."
You shook your head and managed to push yourself off of him, and reached for your forgotten bag, pulling your phone from it. "I'll just call for a taxi."
"Don't, it's late enough." he countered. "I can drive you."
You smile. "No, no, it's fine. I have to work early anyways."
Christian thought for a second. "At least let me wait for the taxi with you."
"Fine."
And so he did. It wasn't necessarily along wait but it was a silent wait. He even offered you a sweatshirt of his and of course you took it.
When the taxi came, you rushed to leave his house but his arm latched onto yours, stopping you in your tracks.
"No kiss?"
You shook your head with a smirk. "I don't kiss until the tenth date."
Christian laughed. "Right. Have a good night."
Bringing your hand to your lips, you kissed the two before pressing them against his lips. "Goodnight Chris."
He watched as you walked to the taxi with an extra spring in your step and before you got in, you glanced back and waved.
Not giving him the chance to wave back you opened the door and got in, a smile on your face.
This was going to be fun.
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*rubs hands together with a smirk*
the dress. the shoes.
kinda forgot how to write but it's okay.
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clairesenchant · 2 months
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LOVE ACTUALLY MASTERLIST
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what is ❝ love actually ❞?
love actually is a series of fics (written fics or social media) inspired by romcom's (romantic comedies). If you have an idea for a fic, please send it to my ask box or by direct message.
my masterlist
movies:
10 things I hate about you ➛ max verstappen
how to lose a guy in 10 days ➛
two weeks notice ➛ carlos sainz
sweet home alabama ➛
love actually ➛ sebastian vettel
bridget jones' diary ➛
pretty woman ➛
mamma mia ➛
13 going on 30 ➛ charles leclerc
Nothing Hill ➛
The proposal ➛
27 dresses ➛ jenson button
to all the boys I've loved before ➛
anyone but you ➛
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honeybadger16 · 10 months
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How f1 drivers would cuddle with you
Pairings: C.L., C.S., M.V., C.P., L.H., G.R., P.G., L.N., D.R., and M.S. x reader
Warnings: fluff??
a/u: I didn't write all for all the drivers on the grid, just the ones I had inspiration to write for, if I didn't write for a driver you wanted to read about please message me and I'll write for them too :))) I hope you enjoy!
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Charles Leclerc
Charles would want to cuddle 24/7 with you if he could. He'd prefer to be the big spoon so he can wrap his hands around you and pull you closer to him. He also likes to smell your shampoo/perfume when he leans in to give small kisses on your neck. The type of cuddler that brings you closer to him when you try to get out of bed.
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Carlos Sainz
Carlos would move to cuddle with you when a movie is playing or the two of you are just relaxing on the couch. He likes it when you lay your head on his chest so he can play with your hair and still pay attention to the screen in front of him. At night, the set up is usually the same, especially when he had been gone from home for a longer period of time, he holds you closer to him by wrapping an arm around you.
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Max Verstappen
Max is the biggest softie. Usually cuddles before bed and loves being the small spoon, but he'll never say it out loud. Wrapping your arms and legs around his taller body puts him right to sleep. He likes holding your hands when they're around him. His cats usually stay at the end of the bed with the two of you. Bonus points if you play with his hair.
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Checo Perez
I can see Checo moving around a lot when it comes to cuddling, but he wants to feel a part of you at all times. He would like it when you put your hands on his chest and talk with him about your guy's day before falling asleep. He also likes to cuddle right after the both of you shower and use the lotion he really likes on you.
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Sir Lewis Hamilton
O lord, where do I begin. He would be a 10/10 cuddler. He would help you pick out the most comfortable (and stylish) pajamas to wear while he would probably to go bed without a shirt. Having Roscoe next to the two of you is a must and sometimes you wake up with him in the middle of you two. Lewis wouldnt mind any position, but he prefers being the big spoon. He would go all out too, preparing a bath for the two of you, massaging you with the best oils, and doing skin care together.
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George Russell
Refuses to be the little spoon. (You've convinced him once or twice) Being taller than most people he would want his body wrapped around yours when cuddling. He also doesn't wear a shirt to bed and opts for long pants or shorts. Likes to go on his phone right before bed and tell you all the gossip he reads about (Pierre sends him screenshots).
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Pierre Gasly
I think Pierre is the type to sleep naked lol. But if he has to wear something, you'll usually see him in boxers. Cuddling with Pierre would be a treat because he's either staying up late to play video games with Yuki or waking up early to go work out. I also see him being a radiator, emitting a lot of heat when he is sleeping. Pierre prefers to sleep on his back so anything position like that works for him.
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Lando Norris
Lando would interesting to cuddle with,,, this boy would move around 100 times in one night. First he'd be the big spoon, move to sleep on your chest, and finally sleep in a starfish position lol. Lando will cuddle with you in the daytime preferably. He usually has you sit on his lap like a koala when he is gaming on his computer. When Lando loses in a game he'll accidentally curse in your ear, but give you lots of kisses to make up for it.
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Daniel Ricciardo
Daniel's love language is physical touch and being near you all the time. It is a necessity to cuddle with him after returning from a trip. He'll be the big spoon and dig his face in your neck bringing you close as physically possible. If you're facing each other he'll trace the lines on your face bringing you to sleep faster. Daniel is a light snorer and feels bad about it lol.
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Mick Schumacher
Mick is such a cute cuddler. He loves to have the air conditioning on blast, so expect him to have like three blankets. However, he's a blanket hogger and will have all three blankets on him. He would want to hug you, facing you and having your legs intertwined. Mick is a light sleeper, so every movement you make he'll notice.
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