#the boy knew that the moment she starts flirting with him it’s game over for him right there and then

[thepowerofswayze]

college art donaldson !!!

maybe something about him , tashi , reader , and patrick all being in a friend group at while in college. maybe patrick comes down to visit tashi and suggest an idea where they drive down to the beach and rent a beach house for a few days or something. while they’re there tashi and patrick start arguing leaving reader and patrick alone.

change whatever if u need to but js anything with college art , please !!

so i took a million years and definitely wrote too much but. finally. FINALLY. thank you sm for this request, i hope you like it :)

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beach trip

pairing: art donaldson (challengers, 2024) / afab reader [gender not specified]

word count: 3.9K

warnings & info: 18+, afab reader, NOT beta read lol (but nothing of mine ever is), college era art my love, friends to lovers, art and reader swim in their underwear lol, reader wears a bra, reader likes swimming, first time together, oral sex (reader receiving), p in v sex, safe sex (condom moment), art is a munch

summary: A group beach weekend sounded great- until Tashi and Patrick spent the whole drive bickering and the whole first night moments from pouncing on each other. Looks like you and Art will have to keep each other company.

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“Don’t let him scare you, he’s shit at board games. And card games. Just like he’s shit at tennis.”

You just blinked, eyes darting to Patrick to see how he’d react to Tashi’s dig. The nervous laugh to your left let you know Art was just as unsure as you were.

When Patrick had come to visit Tashi and suggested all four of you take a trip to a rental beach house, you knew being in close quarters with the both of them for a full 3 days would be interesting, at the least. You weren’t about to pass up on the beach trip, though- not when Patrick was covering the rent.

What you didn’t know was that they would be argue-flirting the entire way there, and every moment since you’d all arrived. It made sense, though- between Tashi rooming with you, Patrick not having a room since he wasn’t a Stanford student, and his long stretches between visits, they hadn’t had any time alone in a little over 2 months.

Their flirting was always a little angry- little jabs and remarks that would have made you wince if you were the target. For them, it just made the other’s eyes linger on their partner's lips for a little too long.

Patrick licked his lips before he responded. “Do you ever talk about anything else?” He asked, a lazy half smile on his face.

Tashi’s comeback was almost immediate: “Not like you give me anything else to talk about.” She leaned back on her hands, eyes raking over him from top to bottom.

Patrick seemed to enjoy the scrutiny. He leaned forward, that lazy smirk changing into a playful grin. “Yeah? I got something I could give you right now.”

Alright. That was your sign to go.

When you turned to Art, brows raised, he was already looking at you. You glanced from him to the door and back. You knew Patrick and Tashi would be on each other any second now, whether you two left or not, and you really didn’t want to get caught up in it.

Art nodded.

Your “I think I’m gonna call it a night” and Art’s “Uh, me too” fell on deaf ears as you two scrambled out of the room. Art had barely shut the door behind himself before you could hear those two pounce on each other, the board game you’d been playing definitely scattered and forgotten.

It made you snicker, like a middle school boy. One glance at Art and he was laughing too, a hand over his mouth, his red stanford baseball cap the only thing keeping his hair from falling into his eyes as he shook.

More noises from the room- a crash, then the dull thud of something falling to the carpet. You winced through your grin, then made your way down the hall toward the front porch, beckoning Art to follow you.

Outside, you placed your arms on the railing, leaning entirely on the rickety wood. In the cool night air, you couldn’t hear your roommate and her boyfriend getting it on like animals. You didn’t blame them, even if the angry flirting style wasn’t for you. If you had a partner who was always away, you knew you’d jump on them the moment they were in sight.

You glanced over as Art joined you, mimicking your posture. You knew there was a point, early freshman year, when he’d liked Tashi. It was hard to ignore how his smile dropped when he’d watch Patrick and Tashi reunite, thinking no one was watching. And you always recognized how lost he looked when he stared at her while the three of you had lunch- after all, you looked at him the same way.

Recently, though- over the year and a half you’d known the three of them- he was easing up on it. His smiles lingered long after he thought everyone had looked away. He didn’t even notice when Tashi walked into the cafeteria until you waved her down to sit with you guys. And now, next to you, he was grinning at their antics instead of grimacing.

He seemed to be over it. If only you could be so lucky.

“Like… animals,” Art said, glancing over at you. You were caught so off guard, you didn’t even remember to pretend you hadn’t been staring.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” You laughed, grinning. “They definitely needed that. Did you hear them in the back of the car on the way down here?”

Art groaned. “Oh my god, I thought they were gonna go at it right there.” He brought his voice an octave higher, lifting his chin in an imitation of Tashi that could’ve also passed for royalty- what was the difference, really. “‘You eat like shit. No wonder you play the same.’”

Immediately, you dropped your voice, giving him a coy side smirk and raising one eyebrow. “‘I’ll tell you what I’d rather eat.’”

The two of you doubled over, howling in laughter. Then, another crash from inside. Escaping them was going to be harder than you thought.

“You wanna head down to the water?” Art asked.

“Sure,” you said, smiling wide when he gave you a mock bow and let you lead the way.

The roar of the waves was comforting as you got closer, sand covering your bare feet- neither of you remembered to grab shoes- and the salty air filling your nose. The walk was silent, and the few minutes you spent standing at the edge of the ocean was, too. You watched it reach out toward you, then retreat back into the glittering blue-black. At some point, you closed your eyes.

“I’ve never swam in the ocean.”

Your eyes snapped open. Art was still looking out at the water, head tilted like an inquisitive puppy. The wind fought to ruffle the few curls that peaked out from under his hat. “Never?” You asked.

Art shook his head. “We didn’t really go when I was a kid, and I was way too scared, anyway. Then when I went with friends it was more about beach volleyball and drinking than actually swimming.” He looked over at you, then laughed. “I’m guessing from your face right now, you must love swimming in the ocean.”

You closed your mouth, which you hadn’t realized had fallen open, and shook your head. “Do I?” His incredulous head shake made you smile. A beat of silence. “Are you still scared of it?”

He took a moment to answer, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Then he shrugged. “I don’t know. Not too scared to try, I guess.”

“Alright, wanna try?”

Art just tilted his head at you. You gestured toward your clothes, then the ocean, then to him. You could see it in his face when he caught on. “I’m not going in alone.”

You only took a second to think about it before you were tugging your t-shirt off and tossing it on the sand between you two. Your shorts came soon after. You already had one foot in the water when Art called your name, laughing so hard he could barely say it.

You shrieked at the cold as it hit your stomach, then sunk down to your shoulders, getting the shock over with all together. When you turned back toward the sand, you saw a shirtless Art running toward you in his boxers, moonlight tracing his chest and shoulders. He still had that fucking hat on. It made you grin.

He didn’t shriek when he hit the water, but he did take a lengthy inhale. You watched as he held his nose, screwed his eyes shut, and dunked himself up to his head. His hat bobbed just above the surface, and you picked it up and put it on yourself.

When he came back up, he shook his head, wet hair sending droplets flying. Art grinned, wiping water from his eyes and pointing at the hat on your head. “Thief.”

You rolled your eyes. “Next time I’ll just let it float away then, idiot.” It only made him grin harder. You waved your arms back and forth through the water, the cold easier to ignore when you moved. “So?”

“Hm?”

“Still scared?”

Again, he thought about it for a moment. “No, actually. I think I’m okay.”

You hummed, bringing a finger to your chin in mock deep thought. “What if there are sharks? I think you should be scared of sharks, probably.”

“Nah.” Art shook his head. “The sharks should be afraid of me. I’m the scariest thing here.” He lifted his arms out of the water to flex comically, chin lifted in comical pride.

You laughed, splashing him, making him yelp. “Okay, sure, macho man.”

“What, don’t believe me?”

You shrugged, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Before you knew it, Art had his arms around your middle, lifting you and dunking you in the water back first, like a baptism. You had all of two seconds to scream, then shut your eyes and mouth. He let you up immediately, wading away from you and toward the sand as you resurfaced, spluttering.

“Donaldson!” you shouted, though your serious tone was undermined by your beaming face. Somehow, his hat stayed on your head.

He’d gotten a little ways away from you, but you still had the advantage- you swam in the ocean every chance you got.

You surged toward him, biting back a cackle as his eyes widened in fear. You grabbed his shoulders, pushing off him and shoving him under the waves. He stayed under for a second- then two, then three, until you vaguely started to worry- before jumping out in front of you, wrapping his arms around your torso and making you all but scream.

“Holy shit!” You were giggling, wrapping your arms around Art’s neck for stability. “Isn’t it fun in here? You’ve been missing out.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, so you met his eyes. You hadn’t realized how close you were. It seemed like the realization was hitting him, too, as his eyes scanned your face. He glanced from your eyes to your lips and back. Despite the breeze and the water, your skin was suddenly very warm. You could feel every point where his body touched yours.

You knew what was happening- you could sense it. At least, you were pretty sure you knew. It’s the only thing that could come next, right?

… Maybe you were reading it wrong.

You hesitated. Then, suddenly, “God, it’s cold,” and you kicked off of him to dunk yourself in the water one more time, resurfacing a couple steps away and wading onto shore. When you looked back at him, you could almost convince yourself that the same disappointment that filled your chest was written on his face. “Come on!” You called cheerfully, and Art started after you, replacing the look with an amused smile.

You both put your clothes back on, if only to shield yourselves from some of the breeze on the short walk back. You were both silent as you neared the house, as you walked down the halls. Neither of you even remarked on how Tashi and Patrick had finally gone silent. When Art got to his door and stopped, though, you turned to him.

“Goodnight,” you said, willing your voice to sound less defeated than you felt. Your hands fiddled with the hem of your soaked shirt.

Art nodded. That look was back in his eyes, the one that looked just how you felt. “Goodnight.”

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The shower was much needed and very welcomed. You took your time getting sand off of you as best as you could, working the water into your hair (you’d wash it tomorrow- you weren’t going through that whole workout this late). When you stepped out of the hot water, toweling yourself off, your eyes caught on the red Stanford baseball cap on the sink counter. You bit your lip and walked past it, into the connecting bedroom you were calling yours for the weekend.

Pajamas on, you sat at the edge of your bed, scrunching your hair mostly dry with a spare t-shirt you’d packed just for that. The crash of the ocean enveloped you through the open window.

You thought about it. About his arms around you and his chest against yours. About the way he’d looked at you and you’d known exactly what he was going to do. About his face when you’d second guessed yourself and ran away.

Fuck. Why did you run away?

When you got up and walked to the door, you grabbed the hat from the bathroom counter. You told yourself you were only going to return it, but something in the back of your mind laughed at your excuse.

You had just gotten to the door, lifting a hesitant hand to knock, when it swung open and you were met with a flushed, freshly showered, boxers-and-t-shirt clad Art Donaldson.

The two of you stared for a moment. You didn’t see the disappointment in his eyes anymore, but there was still something there. You were sure it was on your face, too.

You cleared your throat. “Hat,” you said, intelligently.

Art glanced at the hat in your slightly raised hand, then nodded. His eyes came back up to meet yours, then darted down to your lips. He opened his mouth and hesitated. “Do you wanna-”

You pushed forward, pressing your lips to his for just a moment, before pulling back, searching his eyes. He didn’t give you too long to think about what you’d just done, his hands flying to your waist, pulling you back toward him and kissing you again. Hard.

Art yanked you into the room, and you dropped the hat, the door shutting as he pushed you up against it. His hands found their way under your sleep shirt, settling on your bare waist, and one of yours cupped his cheek while the other thread through his hair. You tugged gently at the curls, and he sighed your name into your mouth.

You pulled back just long enough to murmur, “Bed?”

He obliged, grabbing your hand to lead you to the corner bed. His rental room was similar to yours, save for a warm, dull bedside lamp on, barely illuminating the room.

You both crawled onto the bed on your knees, leaning forward to pick up where you’d left. Art’s hands played with the hem of your shirt and you helped him lift it off of you. His shirt went next. He cupped your breasts tentatively, thumbs brushing over your nipples, his face watching yours like he wanted to see if he was doing this right. You pulled him back in for another kiss and bit his lip. He groaned.

“Lay back,” he murmured against your mouth.

You did as told, scooting up the bed and falling into his pillows. They smelled mostly of the air freshener the owner of the beach house had doused it with, but the vague hint of Art’s cologne permeated the room.

He kissed you again, holding himself up over you. He placed kisses down your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone. As one of his hands came to rest between your legs, pressing against you between your pants and underwear, he placed his mouth on one of your nipples. He bit at it gently, sucking immediately to make up for the hurt and moving his hand against you. Your breath stuttered and grew heavy, lips parting, as he moved to your other nipple.

Art pressed a kiss to your stomach next, trailing lower, eyes closed. You watched as he murmured against your skin, “You don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted this.”

“Yeah?” ‘Sex with me or eating me out specifically?’ you wanted to ask. Instead, you bit your lip and watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of your pants and underwear, pulling them down together and tossing them on the floor. He pressed alternating kisses to each of your thighs, inching closer and closer. You could barely hear your voice when you asked, “Why didn’t you do anything?”

A shiver ran through you, partially from the vulnerability and cool air, partially from the way Art was looking at you- reverent. Devout. “I couldn’t imagine I’d be lucky enough.”

You wanted to say something back- something clever and sweet to let him know just how easily he could have had you- but his mouth was on you in less than a second, and all that you could do was let out an odd cross between a huff and a whine.

His tongue pressed flat against you- eager, almost desperate, like you were an oasis in the desert. His nose bumped your clit as he bobbed his head, switching between long strokes and focusing on sucking your clit. “Shit,” you whispered, your hand threading through his hair. He fell into a rhythm, the consistent vulgar noises of his mouth against you filling the room alongside your gasps and whines.

When his tongue pushed into you, your eyes screwed shut. “Fuck, Art,” you said, barely gripping his hair and faintly hoping that it wasn’t painful for him. He only whined at his name, a desperate noise, and pushed his face impossibly deeper. “I’ll- I’ll come if you keep-” You cut yourself off with a groan.

Art pulled back just enough to say, “I want you to. Please, let me taste it.” Immediately, his mouth was back on you, like he couldn’t keep himself away for long. You would’ve playfully chided him for being so filthy had you not been busy gripping his hair and letting curses fly.

You let your head fall back, hips rolling on their own accord, and he only adapted and let you ride his face and bring yourself to the edge. You came with a loud cry, thighs pressing in on his head, back lifting just slightly off the bed. Art didn’t back off as your high subsided, continuing until you’d come down and were laying there, panting.

You pushed yourself up to a sitting position, then pulled Art back up onto the bed. His eyes were glossy, much like the majority of his face, covered in you and his own spit. You put your hands on his cheeks, ignoring the sticky feeling and pulling him in for a rough kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

One of your hands wandered, trailing down his chest and coming to rest at the front of his boxers, palming him. He groaned.

“I wanna fuck you,” you said, pulling away to look him in the eye.

Art huffed a laugh. “You can’t say that to me. I’m not gonna last at all.”

That caught you off guard, and you laughed. “What?”

He shrugged coyly, almost smug as if his cheeks weren’t still flushed and glistening from his time spent between your legs. “I’m, like, halfway there already.”

Just from eating you out and a little petting? That was… surprisingly hot.

You told him as much, relishing in how deeply he flushed and how widely he grinned. You made him lie back on the bed. “Condoms?” You asked.

He nodded toward his bedside, to the backpack leaning against the nightstand. You raised an eyebrow at him before leaning off the bed to grab one. All he offered you was a shy smile.

You kissed his chest, making your way down to his waistband, and he watched, propped up on his elbows, like he was sure if he took his eyes off you you’d disappear. When you pulled down his boxers and tossed them aside, you wasted no time ripping the condom wrapper open and rolling it on.

Getting up on your knees, you hovered over him and lined your hips up with his. You gave him a quick glance. “This okay?”

He nodded, eagerly, and you could’ve broken at the sight. You sank onto him, gasping slightly at the sensation. Art watched your face, open mouthed, eyes never leaving yours. You almost wanted to look away, but the intensity was riveting.

With him now fully in you, you gave yourself a moment to adjust, hands settling on his chest as he gripped your thighs. You gave your hips an experimental push forward.

Art let out a groan that sounded somewhat like “Fuck” and “Ugh” put together. You repeated the motion, your mouth opening softly as you watched his eyes flutter open and shut. It was like he was struggling between giving into the feeling and watching you.

You increased your pace, head falling forward as you lifted your hips with each push. Art’s hands moved to grip your ass, eyes focused on you, little pants and whimpers escaping him as you moved. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured. You would’ve responded in kind, but he bucked his hips moments after and your head fell back with a moan.

With your hands now supporting you from behind, gripping the sheets, you rolled your hips with each lift. Art let out a particularly pathetic whine, and you grinned through your heavy breathing, gazing at him with heavily lidded eyes. “Close?” He nodded, his expression so desperate that you were sure he was right on the edge. You could feel yourself right behind him. “Cum for me then,” you panted.

Art groaned, one hand moving to press sloppy circles against your clit. You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, wanting to see his face as his orgasm hit him. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips parted as he panted and he whimpered. When his orgasm came, his eyes shut and he cried out, gripping you tightly and continuing to rub your clit, hips bucking into you involuntarily. You were only a second behind, “Fuck, Art!” the only thing you could say before your hips stuttered and your second orgasm washed over you.

Slowly, you came to a stop, panting and barely keeping yourself up. Your head was light, and you couldn’t wipe an exhausted smile off your face. When you finally felt like your arms wouldn’t give out, you lifted yourself off of him, collapsing on the bed between him and the wall, catching your breath.

Art removed the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the trash before turning to face you. His breathing was much more regular, but his chest still heaved. “...Fuck,” he said.

And you laughed, one arm over your eyes, the other clutching your stomach. “Yeah?”

He was grinning at you when your arm moved off your eyes, then leaning in, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, your collar bone, your cheek. “Yeah,” he murmured. Silence fell over you both as you watched him intertwine your fingers and stare at them. His lip twitched, like he was working up the courage to say something. “I meant it, you know. I wanted this- you- I’ve liked you for… a while.”

You hummed, now suddenly also very interested in your intertwined fingers. “‘Liked,’ past tense? All done now?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, dumb-ass.” You smacked his arm, glancing up to find him looking at you now. “Like. Still. And probably will for a while.”

You felt your face warm. You kissed him. “I like you, too. Still do. Will for a while, etcetera.”

“Thank fucking god,” he said, and you couldn’t help but snort a laugh. When Art kissed you again, you could feel his smile against your lips, and you were sure he could feel yours.

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[cordelia-cardale]

« No more talk of books. If you are to secure a match you must engage in real life » wow ok Mr. Bridgerton, I’ve never felt more called out in my life 😂

#is that really all it takes mr. I know how the world works #also I love how she proposed to show what she could with that fan #and he immediately replied #not me #them #the boy knew that the moment she starts flirting with him it’s game over for him right there and then #polin #bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #penelope featherington #bridgerton spoilers #colin bridgerton

[sc0tters]

Repeated Moments | Quinn Hughes

summary: you and Quinn get a chance to see that your usual summer fling works all year round.

song: August - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: bit of swearing, allusions to sex but nothing explicit.

word count: 1.41k

authors note: so the song August actually inspired the In His Arms series and I came up with it before this request came in. So I figured that I’d give you guys what was the other option that I had when building that series main character! If you want to see more of the celly you can find the playlist here!

He was never yours for long enough.

It started back in 2020 one night at the lake house when you two had far too much to drink and you ended up in Quinn’s room with your clothes on the floor and you tangled in his sheets.

There was a joke that you’d end up like that one day, Ellen saw the way you looked at her son. She saw the way he looked at you too. In fact the only people who didn’t see it was Alex, Jack and their other friends.

Luke didn’t see it but he walked in once when you were on Quinn’s lap making out with him and once you swore him to secrecy the youngest Hughes vowed to never tell a soul.

Despite the fact that you sat Quinn down swearing that what happened could never happen again because you believed your brothers friendship was more important than a quick fuck, it seemed to continue to happen.

After the third and fourth time that you landed up in his sheets it was clear that this was bound to be more than just a drunken evening.

Quickly it began your secret, you’d go to bed waiting until everyone fell asleep before you’d make your way to Quinn’s room making sure that you were back in your room by the time Alex was woke up.

Sure there were a few times that you two were almost caught, Jack went to the bathroom early one morning and saw you leaving his brothers room, Alex came to your room to give you a blanket once and was met with your empty bed. Cole thought he heard moans coming from Quinn’s room but he just assumed that it was him being sleep deprived.

The moment it all should have been caught was when Alex saw the hickey on your neck that you chalked off to be a burn from your curling iron, your hair had been straight all week but your brother still offered to get ice for you.

Things continued on for another summer always ending when the first one left the lake house.

A spanner was thrown into the works though when Luke invited you to his debut game because he knew you were in New Jersey for the week. The young Hughes boy had a soft spot for you because when he was like twelve you threatened to punch Jack and Trevor if they continued to tease him.

Quinn didn’t know you were going to there but the signs should have pointed to it. Ellen came with a box of your favourite fudge that only this one small candy shop in Michigan made, you were the only one on this planet Quinn knew who ate it. Jack and Luke had been talking about a girl coming with Trevor and how they were surprised that she willingly had him accompanying her on the flight.

Trevor was the kind of person that you used to put up with, he was nice don’t get yourself wrong but he literally spent the first four years of knowing you trying to flirt with you. Sure you appreciated the fact that he found you pretty but his efforts began to get irritating after a while. To put it nicely you loved Trevor but you loved him even more when he kept his mouth shut.

But recently it seemed that you two had grown close or at least that’s what it looked like to Quinn. The younger boys arm didn’t leave your shoulders when you first arrived. Originally it was because the box was packed and you had the kind of luck that would have you lost within seconds. But after a while it grew comfortable there much to Quinn’s dismay and as a result he forced himself to muster up the confidence to go over and tell Trevor to hit the road.

Every jealous bone in Quinn melted when he saw your face light up “Quinny!” You giggled as you threw your arms around him, the moment was quickly interrupted with a scoff “how come I didn’t get that reaction?” Trevor pretended to act offended by it as he placed his hand on his chest. A smile formed on your lips as you placed a kiss on your middle finger before you flipped the younger boy off who ended up laughing as he walked off.

You got the chance to turn your attention back to the older boy “hi,” you giggled as you could still see the glare he was shooting at Trevor “Quinn?” You added as you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

Quinn forced a smile onto his face as he looked at you “what’s up?” He asked as you clearly now had his attention.

There was something on his mind that you were trying to figure out “you jealous?” You teased as you hadn’t really seen him like that before.

The boy let out a scoff “why should I be?” He shot back trying to play a defensive hand.

It was all clicking in your mind “you didn’t like how close he was getting to me!” You gasped as the Canucks player placed his hand over your mouth.

Quinn rolled his eyes as he could hear your muffled laugh from behind his hand “okay maybe a little,” he sighed as he dropped his hand “you’re cute when you get all jealous,” you teased as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

That seemed to hit a switch in his mind “fuck I missed you.” Quinn confessed as he wrapped his hands around your waist only being allow to give you a small hug as Ellen came over to you two the moment she saw your face.

the next morning

You groaned as you heard the noise of the knocks at your hotel room door “yeah?” You yawned as you swung the door open and were met with the younger of the two Hughes brothers “you know where Quinn is?” Luke asked as he sent you a smile when he held out a cup of coffee for you, it seemed that the boys made a pit stop on the way to your hotel.

Your lips pushed into a thin line “I haven’t seen Quinn since last night in the elevator,” you lied as you sipped the warm drink. You did see Quinn in that elevator, but it wasn’t the last time that you saw him.

Jack sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair “if you see him let us know?” He mumbled as Ellen had sent her sons on a mission to find him and they just thought that his best friends room would be a good place to start.

It was awkward “of course!” You nodded as you shut the door desperate to not say anything.

Quinn popped his head out from the bottom of your bed “you think they noticed me?” He asked as he cocked his head.

You fiddled with the ends of the shirt you were wearing “nope,” you looked like an absolute angel, hair all messy, lips swollen, the clear hickies that were beginning to form, and Quinn’s Canucks shirt.

Jack furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned against the elevator wall “what are you thinking about?” Luke could see that there was clearly something working in his mind.

The middle Hughes boy snapped his fingers “you see that Canucks shirt she was in?” He asked as the T-shirt looked like it came from a team development camp.

Luke began to think about it as he also had your oath he had in his mind “yeah,” it was that moment that the penny seemed to drop “oh my god!”

You and Quinn were totally oblivious to it all as you had both been in the shower to ‘save time’ “come back here!” Quinn’s complaint drew a laugh from your lips.

He wrapped his arm around your waist as he began to place kisses along your neck “Quinn!” You tried to move your head as the feeling of him was tickling your neck.

But all of a sudden when you went quiet the eldest Hughes boy stopped “what?” He asked as he scanned your face that was full of worry.

Alex 🖤: YOU FUCKED QUINN

Alex 🖤: I shouldn’t even be surprised

Alex 🖤: you did call him cute

Alex 🖤: on multiple occasions

Alex 🖤: just no making me an uncle just yet

“you think I’m cute all the time?”

“shut up,”

Maybe this time there will be more than enough time for you two.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #imagines #oneshots #ambers 150 celly #amber writes fics

[rainydayathogwarts]

Valley-girl Charm - Bucky Barnes

Summary: In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice. Or should I say: 3 times Bucky did things for you, and the 1 time you did something for him. SMUT!!!

2.9k wc

Natasha knew body language better than anyone. Tony knew how to play the knight in shining armour better than any hero in the old tales they told.

So of course, they were the first ones to pick up on the little game you were playing. It had started the second you were back from under the ice, charming anyone you spoke to with your 1940's valley girl accent, using words you'd only hear in old television. Men fell at your feet the second words came out of your mouth, offering you anything you'd dream of, and it didn't have anything to do with the super-soldier serum in your system either. You politely declined every time, but eventually understood the kind of power you held.

The second charming method they noticed you had came from your gorgeous smile. The moment you looked up at someone through your long lashes and beamed widely, looking so innocent and kind, people were willing to give you the clothes off their back if you asked. Of course, you never accepted anything from complete strangers. The two Avengers had come to their conclusion that you were still accustoming yourself to the norms of the new world, unaware of your ability to bewitch people with your natural appeal, however it was not long before they were proven wrong.

They didn't know if it was the fact that you were so familiar to Bucky and Steve, a comfort amongst all things new that made them more vulnerable to do anything for you, or if it was just your flirt, but they were immediately intrigued after seeing your interactions with the soldiers. They'd seen the way you spoke to the two soldiers just after coming out of the ice and hadn't noticed anything unusual apart from the fact you'd essentially come out of a time machine. As the weeks, months passed, they knew your intentions.

It had started by witnessing a simple conversation between you and the two soldiers. "Well I'm all nerves about going to speak to Agent Fury about that last mission. He's going to get all bent and blow a fuse." The two soldiers stood either side of you turned to face you in such synchrony it had almost been comical. Bucky was the first to speak, "Don't worry doll, I can go speak to him if you'd like. You shouldn't be the one he chews out." "Anyway," Cuts in Steve "We were the ones who screwed up honey, not you." From across the kitchen, Natasha rolled her shoulders back, nudging Tony with her elbow lightly as she stirred sugar into her coffee. Their eyes widened slightly at the wide smile sprawling itself on your face, peeking back and forth between the two men.

"Really? You boys don't have to do that just for me." Steve straightened his posture impossibly at your comment, but it was Bucky who beat him to the comment. "Honey, I'd do anything for a broad like you." You cocked your head to the side, a hand coming up to rest on his muscled bicep. "Why, thank you Sergeant. You dreamboats are too kind". Natasha's eyes trailed over to Tony when the three of you finally left, the two boys accompanying you seemingly wherever you wanted to go. "See, I didn't understand half of that conversation, but they are wrapped around her finger." Tony hummed "She's smarter than we thought."

The second time they witnessed it, they were convinced that you did it on purpose, their image of you quickly turning from innocent and naive to a femme fatale, manipulating men into thinking they're doing things for you because they want to. You'd all been hitting the bars, only missing Thor from the team. You had been occupying a large round booth, wedged between Bucky and Natasha, giggling with her about the man she found attractive sat at the bar, whilst the four men at the table shared stories. Natasha's eyes were quickly drawn to your hand as you placed it on Bucky's thigh, the man putting his own hand over yours almost instantly as he glanced down at you. You returned his look, grinning widely before turning back to your conversation with the tall red-head.

Natasha carried on with the conversation, pretending not to notice the intimate moment you'd shared with the soldier, but her jaw went slack nonetheless when Bucky leaned closer to you not two minutes later, whispering "You're drinking a margarita, right?" And rising from his seat when you nodded at him, humming in agreement. Bucky joined the group once more with two drinks in hand: one for him and one for you, smiling proudly when you cocked your head to the side, insisting he didn't have to. He only wrapped one muscled arm around your shoulders as a response, pulling you closer to him despite the humidity of the bar.

When you leant your head on Bucky's shoulder, stealing a glimpse up at him though, Natasha was no longer assured that those tricks up your sleeve were to get what you wanted. Perhaps you used them to get who you wanted. She sipped her drink instead of making a comment, afraid to scare you away with any questions when you'd only just begun getting close to her. Maybe in a couple of weeks during a girls' trip to the bathroom she'd bring up your relationship with him.

That girls' trip didn't end up being in a bathroom, but in a changing room, because next time something so significant had happened, the entire team was training together for the first time in a while, and Steve had declared that you were all doing a round robin. If you were still in the military, sure - you'd have moaned about it, throwing your head back in disappointment and hoping your supervisor hadn't seen you complain. But now, with the super-serum in your bloodstream? Well, you supposed you could be in a worst position, like Tony's, who didn't have any super-powers or spy training. With so many of you on the team, it'd take numerous matches for everyone to have their turn against each of their teammates, so after a quick warm-up, everyone had settled down on the mats of the martial arts training area to watch.

Soon later, everyone who was sat on the mats was trying to catch their breath as two team-mates sparred on the mats. Tony stood after Thor and Steve's match, adding another tally next to Thor's name on the big planning whiteboard before turning around with a wide smirk on his face. "Last match of the day." Bucky hopped up from next to you, sticking a hand out for you to take. Hesitantly, you took it, only for him to pull you up to your feet. "Us?" You asked, only for him to nod. "Well, I'm gonna let you have it, Barnes." You teased, tightening your ponytail. "Oh come on, might as well reach for the sky now, y/n."

"Steve, what the hell are they saying?" Called out Clint, leaning over to see the blonde man from across Natasha. "She's gonna hit him hard, and he says she should just give up now." Replied the man, taking another sip from his water. Tony picked up the whistle next to him, blowing into it, before scrambling back to watch with the others. The second the time started, Bucky faltered - how the hell was he supposed to hit you? But there was already a fist flying to his face which he barely dodged, instead swatting your wrist away from him.

You stared at him intensely from behind your fists, shielding your face, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Come on Barnes!" Steve yelled from the sidelines. Bucky's face mirrored yours, his eyes laced with confusion, but he threw a fist anyhow, going for a body shot instead of your face. Nevertheless, you moved to the right, dodging his fist, and grabbing his arm as leverage to help you jump up. You threw your right leg over his shoulder, and behind his neck, swinging your other leg over his second shoulder, and crossing it over your right leg to trap his arm between your legs and over your torso. You tensed your quads as much as you could, hoping the triangle choke would work on him, but instead he used his metal arm to push your thigh over his head as much as he could. It was working, slowly but surely.

"Fuck" you muttered when he slipped his head in the gap between his shoulder and your thigh. You were now essentially hanging onto his arm, both legs over one shoulder. Before he could react, you flexed your core muscles, and sat up onto his shoulder. You released his arm, jumping off his shoulder so you landed behind him, and softly push-kicked him the back so he stumbled forward. As he did though, one hand reached behind him and grabbed your ankle, so you were dragged along with him. You slipped onto your back as he fell forward but Bucky was quicker, getting up instantly to straddle your hips. He leaned forward, above you, trying to get his arms around your neck to get you in a chokehold, but the second you giggled, he shot back up again.

"Sorry, that tickled." You insisted, hand coming to your neck to play the part better, a broad smile gracing your lips. Just as Bucky opened his mouth to say something, you reached out to grab both his hands, bucking your hips up and turning to the side to flip him over. You were on top of him in the blink of an eye, mimicking his movements as your arms snaked around his neck. You successfully put him in the same chokehold he had tried to put you in, but when you twisted your wrists, the blood supply to his face immediately cut off and you felt his hand tapping you twice on the shoulder. "You cheat." Was the first thing he said after his gasp for air, but you only shrugged, rolling off his chest. "I was only using sources available to me."

You giggled as you ran off to catch up to Natasha, already waiting for you by the doors to the changing room. "So..." She started, quite obviously. "So... What?" You echoed, looking up at her curiously, shimmying out of your shorts. You turn around so your back faces her as you struggle out of your sports bra, wrapping your towel around your sweaty body before spinning back around. "You and Bucky. This flirting has been going on for weeks. Do you like him, are you dating?" You laughed, cocking your head to the side. "You don't know?" She shook her head quickly, sitting down on a bench. On the other hand, you just opened one of the doors to the clean showers, calling out to her.

"Well, before the ice, me and Buck knew each other from the military, we got along well. The only problem was, he was my superior. I couldn't possibly make a pass at him and be known as the soldier who had the nerve to try and lay paws on her superior. But there was always something there..." At the lack of response, you stuck your head back out of the shower, to make sure Natasha was still there. "Natasha?" The spy looked at you with her mouth wide open in shock. "What!? And you never told me?" You shrugged, turning the water on. "Well I thought y'all knew."

Her silence told you enough about how much she really knew. As she muttered to herself on the other side of the door, you submerged yourself in the water, massaging shampoo into your hair, hearing flashes of "before the ice" and "he was your superior?" so you assumed she was still talking to you, even though you ignored most of what she said. You barely heard her goodbye and the sound of the changing room door opening and closing one more time, before the sound of water running was all you could hear.

"Y/n? Natasha let me in, she said you were done." You perked up at the sound of Bucky's voice, exclaiming "Here!" He approached the sound of your voice, stopping when he realised Natasha had deceived him. He stood in front of the dark wooden door, watching the steam dance in the space above your door. "Is it anything urgent?" The towel hanging from the door disappeared into the other side, and Bucky realised shaking his head wasn't enough of an answer because the door swung open to reveal you, soaking wet and completely naked with the exception of the small towel that barely covered your private parts. "Oh! Hey you!" You exclaimed, taken aback at his proximity, yet smiling all the while.

Bucky stood frozen in place, mouth ajar as he search for his words. "I'm sorry, I- I, you look beautiful." You giggled at his words, approaching his shirtless, freshly showered figure. His long hair was wet and skin was glistening, and he only wore a pair of jogger shorts to conceal himself. You have to admit, they weren't doing a great job and covering the growing tent in them. Your eyes trailed back up his body to meet his, smiling at him again. "Anything I can help you with, Sergeant?" Bucky's hands hesitantly rose to meet your hips. "I-No it's fine." Your hand met his and you dragged him with you three steps backwards, back into the shower you had just exited. You reached your arm behind him, locking the door once more.

"You're sure?" Bucky shook his head, pulling your hips flush against his as he slammed his lips against yours in a needy kiss. You gasped as your towel started to unravel, but you didn't try to stop it, wrapping your arms around Bucky's shoulders instead. When he separated from you, opening his eyes, they immediately widened, and his bit his lip, poorly trying to suppress a moan. You pushed Bucky back gently, urging him to sit on the small wooden bench. He sat down, legs spreading to make space for you between them, but when you started lowering yourself onto your knees, he shook his head frantically, begging "No, no, none of that, doll. I just want you sweetheart."

The cold metal of his arm flush against your skin chilled you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his laps. He grunted, frantically pulling down his cotton shorts. You aided him at doing so, gasping when his cock sprung out, the absence of any underwear surprising you. You immediately took his dick in your hands, watching as Bucky's face scrunched up in pleasure. You guided him inside you, sitting down flat on his dick, but you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you as you did. You whined, beginning to drag yourself up and down his dick, gradually speeding up your movements. Bucky's hips met your frantically, until his pace was so quick you couldn't keep up. "Buck!" At your plead, he wrapped an arm around you, using his metal one to support both your weights on the wall, and he stood up, walking forward until your back was pressed against the cold shower wall.

You gasped at its feeling against your skin, jerking forward once more when Bucky's metal hand came up to play with your nipples as his speed increased once more. Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, cussing loudly before biting his bottom lip in fear of being heard. His hand left your breasts, instead blinding searching for the shower handle. When he found it, he immediately pushed it upwards, the instant noise of water shooting out moderately covering the sounds of pleasure you made. Your wrapped your arms around his tighter, grinding your pussy onto his pelvis as he thrusted into you, your clit rubbing on the short hairs near the base of his dick.

You busied yourself pressing kisses on Bucky's neck, the water squelching between your bodies as you passionately moved against each other. "Fuck y/n" Bucky moaned, chasing your lips, panting against them once he met them in a deep kiss. Your hands cupped his face as you kissed, deepening it impossibly, and his metal hand went straight to your clit, rubbing circles on it as fast as he could. Your leg twitched and you didn't have time to warn him before you were cumming all over him. "Shit!" Bucky grunted, pulling out of you as he balanced you on the wall, his hand coming to jerk himself off quicker. You put your hand over his, legs still wrapped around his torso, teasing his sensitive tip as you stroked him up and down. With a deep shudder, white stripes of cum shot out of him, painting your belly white, only to be washed away with the shower's stream.

Bucky put you down gently, making sure you wouldn't slip before cupping your face with his large hands and bringing you in for a much slower, more passionate kiss. You pulled away from him, keeping him close as you peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, trying to pull away from you and saying,

"We should have done this about 80 years ago doll, don't you think?

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Drinking Games

Pairing| Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings | friends to lovers, fluff, mentions of alcohol/drunkeness, love confessions, it’s really cute ok

Author’s note | this is the first thing I’ve published in like 5 months so…gentle please. Also this 100% came to me in a maladaptive daydream…lmao

Sitting around the circle, your body buzzed with excitement and the mixed drinks you had tonight. Robin sat not more than three feet away, acting as the self-appointed dealer. The game of the night had long been forgotten by name, but the rules were rather simple: answer the question or drink. One could hardly mess up something so simple but your friends were always eager to conquer the impossible.

Secrets and juicy tidbits were revealed throughout the night, each of your friends making the hard choices to spill their guts—not that you minded. Eventually, your turn game around again and Robin’s eyes glistened with intrigue. Anxiety lodged itself in your throat, fearful of what horror lies on the card in her hand. She always had this look when up to something, her lips curling up into a frighteningly devious smirk like she knew something you didn’t. She turned towards you, your name dripping off her tongue with a noticeable air of mischief.

“Would you consider the person across from you in the circle to be attractive?” Your heartbeat sounded noisily in your ears, a cold sweat finding its way onto your hot skin. You had no reason to question who was across from you, already knowing the answer.

Eddie.

Edward Munson, your friend—dare you say best friend— who stole your heart the second you met. The two of you became fast friends, quickly falling into an agreeable routine at school. Once graduated, you stayed just as close if not closer. The chemistry between you was undeniable, but you were always “just friends.” Even when you started a little too long at him from across the room or burned with jealousy when he flirted with people at the local bar, he was just your friend. And it killed you.

Tentatively, you lifted your gaze from off the rugged carpet towards the metalhead across from you. Eddie looked at you innocently, not wanting to push you to answer. He was so kind that it was unnerving, how could you not like him? For years, he carried this reputation of a mean rugged guy who’d pulverize anyone who made eye contact. But, he truly was the exact opposite. Eddie could hardly hurt a fly, actually running in the opposite directions of them. The next few seconds were spent deliberating over your response to the challenge.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to say it?

“Yes.” Eddie’s gaze locked with yours as you spoke, his expression nearly unreadable if it weren’t for the hint of surprise in his doe eyes. Robin was satisfied with your answer, choosing to move on to the next person.

At some point during the game, Steve tapped out, choosing to play dealer with Robin. Everything was going smoothly, almost too smoothly. You had opted for water about 20 mins ago, sobering up a little bit. When the circle moved onto Eddie again, Steve picked up a card this time. The ex-jock couldn’t even pretend to hide his smile at the words, excitement clear on his features.

“Eddie, is there any person in this circle that you’d consider kissing.”

You didn’t mean to do it, but the hopeful high schooler buried deep in you couldn’t help but look at him in this moment. His chocolate brown eyes flicked across each person in the circle before landing on you, locking eyes comfortably. His gaze held for just a few beats, almost unclockable to an outsider.

“Yes.” Just as quickly as his gaze landed on you, it moved back over to Steve for approval. The boy leaned in, some other plan brewing in his mind.

“Follow up question. Will you disclose who they are?”

Again Eddie's eyes met yours for a few seconds longer than normal, unwavering in his decision. In any other headspace, you'd be inclined to brush it off and make excuses. But in this moment, your usual instincts felt almost elementary.

“I don't think I have to.”

The rest of the game passed on normally, your mind just barely present enough to answer the questions or take a shot during your turn. Eddie barely spared another glance in your direction, at least that you noticed.

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You said your goodbyes to everyone, planning your thankfully short walk back to your place. Safety keychain in hand, you snuggled into your coat and headed out. Between the crunching of your sneakers on the gravel walkway and the howling wind, you could hardly make out the sound of someone shouting a bit ways behind you. You would’ve ignored it altogether if it weren’t for the yelling getting louder, testifying that it wasn’t in your imagination.

A certain curly-haired metalhead made his way towards you, smile bright in the otherwise barely lit street. Even drunk out of his mind, Eddie was gorgeous -- something you almost hated about him. He didn't even try to be hot, he just was.

“Hey. Mind if I -um, walk with you? We live close together anyways.” Not trusting yourself to speak, you moved over on the sidewalk to allot space. The walk home was largely silent, much too in your own head to say much. Eddie made no attempt to stir conversation, which you were grateful for. His usually chatty self was nowhere to be found.

As soon as the sight of your apartment building came into view, you thanked heaven and earth for saving you from this anxiety. You could pretend the night didn’t happen and move on with your life.

“Hey, sweets I’ve uh got a question.” Eddie cleared his throat, which did very little to hide the nerves in his tone. Hesitant, you chewed on your lip for a moment. Eddie’s gaze flickered down to your mouth for a moment, before quickly shooting back up to your eyes.

“Shoot.” The metalhead averted his gaze, something rather atypical for such an extroverted guy. His voice got quiet as well, like he didn’t trust himself to speak. It was endearing.

“Did you mean what you said tonight? About…finding me attractive?” His voice was hopeful, at least that’s what’s it sounded like. But you had to have imagined that.

“Yeah… I did. I have eyes Eddie. We may be friends, but I know handsome when I see it Eds.” Your voice was hesitant, but more honest than you've ever been.

The barely audible comment of “yeah friends.” could be heard from his lips, like he was whispering it to himself. It dawned upon you that the two of you were crossing the line in this moment.

“Eddie, I also have a question.” You had to be brave in this moment, knowing you might never get another chance again for this kind of honesty. His head perked up, curls bouncing and falling into the mess you loved so much around his features. With his full attention, it was now your turn to be nervous.

“Did you mean what you said tonight?” Even in the dimness of the overhead streetlight, Eddie’s entire face burned red with embarrassment. He chuckled in disbelief, shifting his weight with each foot.

“Full disclosure, I was kind of hoping you forgot about that…I was so bold and I don’t know why. But uh yeah I did mean it.” His head dropped into his hands, filled with embarrassment and shame.

With the last few words, something shifted in that moment. Eddie was no longer your goofy, lovable best friend that you secretly pined over. He wasn’t the guy who Robin and Steve damn near had to kill somebody to get you to admit that you liked. He was just a guy, one who admitted not even 2 hours ago that he’d kiss you if given the chance. And he knew that.

With one brave step towards one another, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. Maybe it was the alcohol or just his proximity, but your head felt light.

“Eddie,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” His lips ghost over yours, brushing in a way that makes you feel pathetically needy.

“Can we make good on that wish?”

He hums in response, cradling your face in his hands as he gently presses his lips to yours. He doesn’t rush, savoring the taste of you as if he’d forget. You quickly find harmony in your movements, both hungry with desire but desperate to make the moment last as long as possible. He whimpers in your mouth, needing more than one could give on a public street.

It’s only when your lungs begin to burn with lack of oxygen that you break away. You make no move to back away, encased on his arms like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

“So…”

Your awkwardness breaks the silence, the two of you making eye contact before falling into a much needed laughter fit.

“We’re gonna have to talk about this tomorrow, for sure. Perhaps over breakfast?.” His beloved goofy smile is on display, the signature one you couldn’t make to say no to.

“Are you asking me out on a date Munson?”

“Not yet. But soon. Definitely soon.”

You say goodnight, making headway towards your apartment door before you’re suddenly pulled back. Sandalwood and vanilla engulf your senses, Eddie stopping you from going to sleep. Without warning, he places his hand on the side of your neck and kisses you once more. This one was rather short, but equally sweet.

“Just wanted one for the road.” He winks, bowing like an idiot before walking into the night towards his own place. You smile to yourself as you walk the building’s empty hallways—giddy, lovesick, and still a bit drunk.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson fluff

[ist4rgirlo]

─── 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Summary: Being Belly & Steven’s older sibling has it’s pros and cons. protecting them and taking care of them is a must, but do you really have to put their feelings first instead of your own?

Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog

Warning: angst, fluff, slowburn, swearing (lmk if i missed anything!)

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The Day Of The Date

I just woke up when I heard a noise downstairs, it was probably just the boys playing a video game. It was mostly Steven that I heard, he was complaining again.

I went down the stairs and saw Steven, Conrad, and Jeremiah playing video games. As I walked towards the kitchen Steven yelled, “Hey, Y/N!” I looked at him and saw him smiling at me, I smiled back.

He always acted like a kid around me, he was the only boy but he liked having an older sibling, an older sister. Someone he can rely on, even though I’m a girl, he knew that I would understand him, he knew that he can lean on me.

Jeremiah stood up from the couch and started to walk towards the kitchen, “Yeah dude sure, ignore the fucking game, WE’RE GOING TO LOSE MAN”, Steven complained again — groaning.

“Shut up, Steven. You are too loud” Jeremiah yelled back at him, Steven groaned again — Jeremiah turned his attention to me and chose to ignore my brother, “Hiii pretty girl, good morning” he said to me, hugging me sideways. I smiled at him “Jere, I just woke up. What do you mean “pretty girl” come on, I still have bedhead” I giggled.

“It’s true” Conrad whispered under his breath, looking at me — thinking that I didn’t hear it but no, I did. It sure took me by surprise, It made me look at him — even Jeremiah didn’t expect that from his brother, not when Conrad is going on a date with Belly.

Steven groaned, “Are we going to continue playing the gane or what?! Come on guys, stop flirting with my sister” Steven threw his controller on the ground and ran towards me covering my face with his hands.

“Oh my god, stop it Steve!” I laughed at him, trying to remove his hands from my face. “Ew dude, you have cheeto fingers” I pushed him gently, Steven just pouted and walked towards the living room. I started to eat the pancakes Jeremiah made me.

Conrad looked at us for a moment then went back to playing — Steven plopped down and went back to playing too. “Hey after you eat, go get ready okay?” Jeremiah told me, patting my head, I nodded. Jeremiah walked towards the couch and went back on playing too.

After I finished eating my pancake I ran upstairs to get ready, I bumped into Belly “Hey sis!” Belly gleamed, I smiled at her, she looks really happy — I thought — I am glad she is. “Hey, Bells. i’ll talk to you later okay?” I told her, she nodded and smiled. I went to my room and started to get ready.

TIME SKIP

I was getting ready when Susannah knocked on my door and asked if she can come in — ofcourse I said yes. She went inside my room and walked towards my closet to look at the clothes that I picked out for today.

“You getting ready for you and Jere’s date?” Susannah smiled at me teasingly, wiggling her brows. “You know red suits you very well” She said, holding up a red blouse.

I giggled “Susannah, it’s not a date. I’m just coming with him to run some errands” I turned to her and reached for her hand. I went and grabbed the red blouse she was holding and placed it over my chest.

“You look lovely, Y/N” Susannah said, she went behind me and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. “My special girl” She smiled at me rubbing my shoulders.

She’d always call me that — It was one of my favorite nicknames that I got. That nickname was very important to me. It always made me feel loved. I smiled, I placed the red blouse on top of my bed and walked towards her to hug her — she hugged me back. She always gave the best hugs, it was warm and felt like home

“Well I’ll stop bothering you, I’m sure Jeremiah is waiting for you” Susannah pulled away and giggled. “Love you, Susannah” I looked at her, smiling.

“Love you too, my special girl” Susannah smiled gently before kissing my forehead then she went and walked out of my room.

I walked towards my bed and grabbed the red blouse that Susannah picked for me. It was pretty, red really does suit me. Susannah just knows me so well.

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The Night After Conrad & Belly’s Date

We were here again, at the dinner table. We were eating the food me and Jeremiah prepared together. When we were out earlier, we decided to make food for everyone since summer was almost ending. It was our last week here in Cousins.

“Did you guys enjoy the food?” Jeremiah asked everyone, hoping for a good answer. Steven looked at him and nodded, Susannah and Laurel as well. Conrad just ignored him and continued eating.

“You know I never thought you could cook Y/N/N” Belly smiled at me. I smiled back, “Well it’s my secret talent” I said, teasing her and raising my brows at her. Belly giggled.

I look at Conrad and saw him smiling, he have tasted my food before because I always cooked for him. He always asked me to cook his favorite food, and I always said yes.

“You know you even cook better than mom” Steven laughed not until mom hit him at the back of his head. I gasped while Belly and Jeremiah was laughing their ass off.

Mom glared at Steven, “You don’t say that to me! You love my cooking!” Laurel said, crossing her arms and leaning back on her chair. “Mom you know I was just kidding, sometimes I pretend I like it but your cooking can be good too” Steven smiled awkwardly, I laughed at him.

These kind of memories was always important to me, I always try to cherish it because it felt like a once in a blue moon experience. We didn’t get to laugh like this all the time, this made me realize that I am happy, as long as we are together here in Cousins, laughing, I am happy.

“Oh btw Y/N, you need to apply for college soon” my mom looked at me. College, I absolutely despise choosing what college I should go to and what course I should get. It was just that I don’t think I can focus on it, Susannah is not even related to me but it affects me so much to the point where I just wanted to stay here and not go to college at all. She’s like a mom to me too.

I slumped and sighed. I knew my mom was just worried about me, she looked at me with gentle eyes, a way of telling me that she wasn’t rushing me but she knew that I know that I need to choose soon. I nodded “Yeah, sure mom. I’ll make sure to apply the moment we get home, just not today. I’m trying to enjoy our last week here” I looked at her and smiled. She nodded and held my hand.

“So sis, where do you plan on going?” Steven looked at me, I honestly don’t know where I am going to go, I don’t even know what course I’m going to take. My face was filled with confusion, with worry. I didn’t know what to say to Steven. I know that he looks up to me, I can’t disappoint him, I can’t disappoint them.

I saw Conrad looking at me, we locked eyes. This time, he read me. He knew what I was feeling, he knew the feeling of not knowing what the answer is, “You know what we should do tonight? We should watch mom’s favorite movie” Conrad said changing the topic, looking at me. I mouthed “thank you” — he nodded and gave me a gentle smile.

Jeremiah stood up from his seat, “Yeah! We should do that, what do you think, mom?” Jeremiah said agreeing with Conrad. He walked towards Susannah and hugged her from behind. Susannah nodded.

“Okay! I’ll go and get the snacks ready! Bells, you know what to do!” I stood up from my seat and immediately went to the kitchen to make us some popcron and grab us some candy.

Belly stood up from her seat to get blankets for everyone. She laid it around the couch then she went towards the tv to put the cd inside the dvd. They all started to gather and started to sit in their places on the couch.

While I was in the kitchen, I felt Steven’s presence. “Hey uhm, you never answered my question earlier. Are you okay?” He walked towards me and grabbed my shoulder gently.

“I’m okay, it’s just you know, confusing for me. I just don’t know what path i’m taking.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then I turned to him.

He saw the worry in my eyes, he knew I needed comfort. He pulled me closer to him and he hugged me. “You know that no one is pushing you in anything that you don’t want to do right?” he rubbed my back.

“I know but college is important Steven, I can’t let you guys down. I can’t let down mom” I looked at him, it’ll kill me if i disappoint them.

Steven looked at me with gentle eyes, “Sis, It’s alright. You’ve done so much for us and I am thankful for that. I’ll be proud of you no matter what okay? plus i’m sure mom will understand ” he said — pulling away, patting my shoulders.

I smiled at him, Steven is good with his words. He might be annoying and can be an ass sometimes but he knows how to comfort people. I nodded “Thank you, Steve. I don’t want to be cheesy but you are a great brother” smiling at him — I patted his head even though he was taller than me. He’s still my little brother, my baby brother.

“You know what, you’ll make me cry! Let’s just go and watch this movie with the moms” Steven laughed as we walked towards the living room to watch the movie.

It was Steven at the end of the couch, Laurel was next to him and then Susannah then Belly then Conrad — next to Conrad was me then it was Jeremiah at the other end of the couch.

After for awhile, I started to feel myself sleepy. Earlier did drain me. Jeremiah took me to a lot of places, It did help me take things off of my mind so I was thankful for that.

I didn’t realise that my head was lolling not until I felt Conrad guide my head towards his shoulder, so that I can lean on it.

I just let it be — never acknowledged it or said something about it — but I would be lying if I didn’t feel anything. I know it’s just a simple gesture, afterall, we’re still bestfriends. He made it so hard not to love him when he was sweet like this. I asked myself so many questions but still, I didn’t do anything about it — I never removed my head on his shoulder, I let myself fall asleep.

Jeremiah’s pov

I’d say that today was a really nice day for me — I know it was nice for Y/N too. I got to make food for everyone and I got to take Y/N out and get her mind off of things that she shouldn’t be worrying about. I knew that she needed this, it’s what she deserves.

I noticed that Y/N was feeling a little sleepy — tired from earlier. I was about to tell her that we should go up so she can sleep properly, but I already saw my brother’s hand guiding her head on his shoulder.

“Hey I can take her upstairs if you want, you’re probably uncomfortable” I tapped Conrad. Not wanting Y/N to regret anything in the morning.

Conrad looked at me, shaking his head no, “It’s okay, let her be. If you wake her up then she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again plus i’m not uncomfortable so it’s alright” he said, smiling while looking at Y/N — tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

I looked at Belly, trying to see if she was sleeping or if she was witnessing all of this but no, she was also sleeping, her head on Susannah’s shoulder, she was sound asleep.

“Are you sure? are you not sleepy yet? I can take her if you want” I asked again, I guess this was my way of saving Y/N. I just don’t like seeing her get hurt.

Conrad looked at me again, chuckling quietly, making sure that he won’t wake Y/N up, “Jere it’s alright, don’t worry. I’m not sleepy yet so it’s okay, I can handle it” Conrad said as he fixed y/n’s position so she would feel more comfortable — wrapping his arms around her shoulder, also making himself comfortable — not even bothered by it as he went back to watching the movie.

I sighed, not really wanting to act suspicious — so I let them be. I admit, my brother can be an asshole sometimes — he leaves people confused with his actions often but he can be a good guy, some people just misunderstands him. He is caring, and I understand that he’s Y/N’s bestfriend — but I just wish that he would stopped hurting her. She’s important to me too.

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[pinkynana]

gamer boys are the easiest target for you. they barely interact with any other woman so the moment you find out haechan was a gamer boy, you promised to sit on his lap any time he wanted to. 

warnings : cock sucking, boob job, fingering, finger sucking, pussy slapping (like, once)

taglist : @matchahyuck @jiminsfiilter @jaemjunie @babyjenono @woniebuns @thegracerammy @jyowui (couldn't tag the last two)

note: as the starter of this series, i would like to tell you guys that reader doesn't actually have sex with most of the boys except one. because the point is that she uses these men for their attention and doesn't want anything else from them. if you dont like that you can just stop reading from here. please do not complain to me after this. enjoy reading if you stay!

all the seats were taken at the diner when you entered it. even the high stools were all full. some couples, some friends, some families and of course there were people who sat alone. seems like you had to flirt with that guy over there sitting at one of the booth so you could sit with him. 

you pasted on a sweet smile, rolled your skirt up to make it shorter and approached the guy that had his headphones on, focusing on his phone. you knocked on his table to make him look at you. he pushed the left side of his headphone to hear you saying "can i sit here with you?" 

"oh, sure." the guy pulled his plate towards him so you could have more space on your side of the table. you took the seat across him. as you landed your ass on your seat, his focus went back to his phone. 

it annoyed you. 

so you tap on one of his hands lightly. he gave you the same look he did a minute ago when you asked to sit with him. 

"what are you doing?" you asked curiously. "watching a stream." he answered. 

"twitch?" he nodded. "i wanna see." you got up and sat next to him. your face was literally next to his, your cheek touching his headphones. you have no idea who the streamer was but you watched anyway so the guy would be bothered by your presence. 

"ooh, can i have an egg salad, fries and a banana milkshake please? thank you!" you called out to the waitress walking past you. you actually wanted to eat a burger but that plan was canceled. there's no way you'd let this hot man witness how sloppy you eat. 

"i can't hear him." you whined. no shit, sherlock. he had his headphones on. 

he didn't say anything but he did turn his headphones off, placed his phone against the salt and pepper shakers so you two could watch the stream together. he thought you'd sit away from him, now that you didn't have to lean against his headphones to listen to something. but you stayed close to him. you were practically hugging his arm there. this stranger you met not even ten minutes ago. 

"you're a gamer?" you asked him. 

"yeah." 

probably why he's not pushing you away. when else could he have the chance of getting a pretty girl like you to stick on him like glue? 

"really? that's so hot. i always wanted to sit on the lap of a gamer guy while he plays his game." you realized how stupid you sound at the moment. you've done that plenty of times. this guy isn't the first. but still, it's your favorite thing because you could feel the guy getting hard underneath you. 

"what's your name, by the way? i'm ___." you finally introduced yourself. 

"i'm hyuck. donghyuck. i like your stars."  he was referring to your hair clips that were star shaped. his compliment made you shriek in excitement. you knew men liked those sounds. 

"thank you!" you gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

 "my food's here!" you did some tiny claps with your fingers, looking at the food you ordered. 

"can i uh.. can i get your number, ___?" he suddenly said, scratching his neck awkwardly.

he fell right inside your trap. 

"of course!" you took out your lipstick and started writing digits on his arm. 

donghyuck was confused as to why you did that. you could've just typed it in his phone. 

-

"people actually still do that?" donghyuck's best friend, mark looked at him weird. and then donghyuck smirked. "i'm telling you. this is legit, bro. i had red numbers on my arm." 

"she's like so hot but she still has a little side of cute in her too." donghyuck described you. and just at that moment, he received a call from you. he displayed your name to mark, shaking the phone in front of his face. "she's into me." 

she's really not. 

"hello?" 

"hyuck!" you whined. "i'm so lonely. what are you doing? can i come over?" he couldn't see you but you still made a cute little face. 

"of course you can, baby. come here. i'm just about to start my gaming session." 

you giggled. "you called me baby." 

"and does baby like it?" 

"she likes it." 

"then hurry here. i'll let you sit on me if you come fast enough." he convinced you as if you wouldn't have some sly tricks down your sleeves to make him let you sit on him while he plays. 

not more than 20 minutes later, you arrived at donghyuck's shared apartment with mark. you still haven't met this mark yet and he wasn't there when you came. if you saw him, you'd probably try getting his attention too. 

"hyuckie!" you spread your arms up high, asking for a hug from this gamer boy you've met for only three times, fourth if you count the lunch time at the diner. 

he immediately gave you the hug and you snuggled against his chest. "i can feel your heartbeat." you said. he kissed the top of your head, catching the scent of your citrus shampoo. 

"what does my heartbeat tell you?" he rested his chin on your head. "it's telling me that you like having me here." he laughed at your answer, pulling out of the hug and guiding you to his gaming set. 

"i'm streaming today." he sat on his gaming chair, patting his thigh to invite you to sit on him. usually you'd sit facing the pc to see the game and how it's played. but today you felt too lazy to pretend to care about that. you sat facing him, hiding your face on his neck as you gave it lazy kisses. 

"hi guys." he started speaking to his viewers. you hoped that some guys you messed with some time in the past would see this and recognize you and feel jealous of hyuck for being the man that got you now. 

"is she your girlfriend?" he read a comment. 

"are you?" he looked at you and you just winked, making him laugh. he left the viewer's question unanswered. 

"flip her skirt." he read another comment which made you perk up. "guys, my channel isn't 18+. i'm not gonna make her flash you." you smiled, snuggling closer to him. you wouldn't mind it if he made you flash his viewers without even asking you.

soon enough, you got bored with just sitting on his lap and not doing anything. he isn't even getting hard underneath you, not to mention his attention that's fully towards his game. why were you even there? 

you pushed his headphones away a little so he could hear your whisper. "hyuck, let's make out." he didn't say anything, focus still on his game as his fingers clicked on his keyboard. 

so you started grinding on his lap, not caring about his viewers anymore. he turned off his microphone before talking to you. 

"baby, let me finish this round first then we can make out." you shook your head and whined. "i want you to kiss me now." you pout your lips. "baby, i-" 

you shut him up with your lips, finally getting what you wanted from him. you licked up his mouth, exploring it. your hands behind his neck so he can't pull away. 

you hear a faint sound from his headphones that indicated that he lost the game. 

but he pushed your arms and pulled away anyway. you had a feeling that he's mad at you. gamer boys' rage can be dramatic but if he got mad at you or yelled at you, you'd leave him that very moment. you hate men who yell at women. their attention wouldn't matter anymore at that point. 

"get on the bed." he said. and you smiled in victory, seeing him ending his live. you giggled when you landed your ass on his bed, can't wait for him to get on the bed too. 

you stuck your tongue out at him so he could immediately suck on it. "naughty girl." he chuckled. you didn't care about anything else when he finally landed his lips on yours, taking away each other's breath. you could feel him getting hard as it kept hitting your thighs. 

gamers are so easy.

"hyuck, wanna suck you off." you said when he pulled away to catch his breath. "what?" he thought he misheard it. 

"let me suck you off. i know you're hard and it's because of me. so let me help you." your fingers played with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for his agreement. 

"fuck, yeah. go ahead, baby. take my dick out and suck it. on your knees now." he told and you find it hilarious how he's trying to dom you when you've got the upper hand from day one. but you followed his instructions anyway, getting down from the bed to get on your knees. you pulled his sweatpants and his underwear down, revealing his hard and throbbing cock. 

the thought that you caused this made you dizzy. you feel powerful. hyuck has no idea. he sat down on his bed, having your face in between his legs.

you started jerking it off while looking at him with round eyes. you even leaned your face on his thigh, moving your hand on his dick lazily. looking so innocent while doing something so unholy. you opened your mouth and let his cock rest on your tongue without actually sucking it. "baby, none of that please. just suck my cock like a good girl." he groaned and you giggled. 

deciding to be nice, you closed your mouth around his cock as you moved forward so your nose hits his tummy. you let your tongue out so it could reach for his balls underneath. then, you moved back and then forward again. you loved the sounds that he's making. you loved the feeling of his dick twitching in your mouth. and you know you will love the way he pours his cum into you. 

"you're so good at this." his eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. you suddenly had an idea of how to make this more pleasurable. 

you took off your shirt, leaving your bra on so your breasts were perked together. you started rubbing his cock with your boobs while you kissed the tip that's peaking out. "fuck, you're so sexy looking like that." he started caressing your hair, praising you. the way he moaned louder and louder convinced you that he was close. 

"wanna cum on your pretty face." even if you had different ideas, you're still fine with making his wish come true. so you moved your breasts on him faster as you started sucking on his tip. 

"gonna cum. gonna cum. gonna cum. fuck, baby. fuck. paint your face with my cum. close your eyes" 

and he did just that. his juice landed everywhere on your face. you're glad he reminded you to close your eyes. you could feel it dripping from your eyelashes to your cheeks. he moaned at the sight, loving his masterpiece. 

"you can take a picture, hyuck." 

"shit. stay still, okay?" he left the bed to look for his phone. 

"open your mouth and stick your tongue out, please." he started taking your pictures. once he's done, he swipes his cum away from your eyes. 

"you wanna continue?" he asked but you immediately stood up. "actually i have plans with my girl friends tonight. you can help me clean my face though." 

you washed your face in his bathroom and he helped you redo your makeup since he's the one who ruined it. you sat on his sink, facing him.  you had him standing in between your legs. "just stroke it up." you guided him to apply mascara on you. "what if i poke your eye?" he worried but you took his hand and showed him how it's done. 

"you can take it slow. i'm in no rush." you ensured him. 

"maybe you should just bail." he pulled the mascara wand away from your face. "awwh, but i haven't met my girls in so long." as if you actually cared about meeting them. convinced enough, hyuck continues to help you apply your make up. 

seeing him this close, with such a focused face made you count his moles and admired how beautiful he actually is. once he was done with your mascara, you pulled him into a kiss, softer than your make out session from before. then you started giving kisses on his moles. 

when you pulled away, hyuck had his fingers on your chin. "want me to eat you out, baby?" you bit your lip at his invitation. it was tempting, of course. but you want to keep kissing him too. 

you thought of a solution. "maybe fuck me with your fingers? i really like kissing you." you gave his lip a little lick. he chuckled at your suggestion. "and you said you didn't want to continue after swallowing my cum." 

he started kissing you again, this time with his fingers teasing your core. "hyuckie, want your fingers in me. don't you want to make me cum on your fingers?" you turned impatient. 

"of course, baby. want you to make a mess just from my fingers." you loved the fact that he kept kissing you after you told him that you liked it. your makeup was ruined again at this point but you didn't care. kissing hyuck felt so addicting to you. he looked so pretty like this. 

you feel his fingers pushing your panties aside to put it in. you smiled on his mouth. you thought you'd be cumming on your own tonight. you were thankful for making a last minute decision of letting him finger you like this. 

he started pumping them in and out if you. "messy baby." he's probably talking about how wet you were and the squelching sounds from both your lips. 

"nggh, hyuck. wanna cum." you bit his shoulder and started moving your hips on his fingers, desperate to chase your high. 

"fuck, you look so sexy." he fucked his fingers into you faster than before, wanting to see how messy you'd get once he makes you cum for him. "cum, baby. you're doing so well." his lips came back to yours so he'd have you moaning on his mouth. 

you started babbling nonsense when you let go and came on him. "fuck, baby. so fucking sexy for me." he slapped your cunt once before bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting your juices. 

"you taste so good. i should really eat you out next time." 

next time, huh? as if. 

"we have to do my makeup again." you said. "i'm sorry, baby. i'll help you." 

you left his apartment after you're sure that you look presentable. but most of all, you left while being sure that all the next times donghyuck jerks off, he'll think of you. he'll use the picture he took and wish you were there to suck him off again. wished he could at least fucked you. but you won't. 

this is enough. you made him hard, made him cum, made sure that he thinks of you next time. he'll probably even compare other girls to you. 

you won in the game he didn't know he was playing. so who's the gamer now?

#donghyuck smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #haechan smut #lee donghyuck smut #00 line attention series

[wlntrsldler]

Hi!! For ur song challenge could you write cinnamon girl with Jamie Tartt 🤍

cinnamon girl | jamie tartt

based on the song cinnamon girl by lana del rey

description: your ex did a number on you. now you're letting the ghosts of your past control your relationship with jamie.

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (she/her)

warnings: language-- it's ted lasso, what did you expect?; sad!jamie, insecurities, miscommunication-ish, emotionally abusive ex

word count: 4.2K

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In your last relationship, your ex constantly made you feel replaceable. At first, it started out as snide remarks from his friends that he laughed at, never once defending you or your relationship. 

“Oh, Y/N, be careful with that one, nobody can tie him down.” 

“He’s slippery, girl. Keep an eye on him.” 

“You’re his girlfriend? Wow, props to ya. I couldn’t ever commit to someone like him.” 

You tried to brush it off, ignoring the sting of his laugh after each comment. He didn’t even deny it. And the worst part? He would make comments comparing you to his exes even without the presence of his friends. You knew how he was. When you first met him, it wasn’t lost on you how he flirted with everyone and everything that would let him. You knew he had history, which you’d later on find out was not history, but more of an ongoing thing, with the people in his inner circle. 

You felt stupid for staying in that relationship for that long. You knew what he was doing and what he was saying wasn’t okay, but you had been stuck in the cycle for so long that you were convinced that nobody else would put up with you the way he does. That was until you accepted a job as a Business Relations Assistant at AFC Richmond. 

It was weird at first to be surrounded by strangers who cared more about your well-being than your partner of a year and a half did. Since Higgins introduced you to the crew, you received “How ya doing, Y/N?” in passing from Sam, hugs as a form of good morning from Dani, and the occasional grunt– complimentary, not derogatory– from Coach Kent. It was simple, little things, but these moments of care and acknowledgment came without an expectation of something in return. They simply wanted to make you feel welcome.

Your love life before dating Jamie was a mystery to the team, Jamie included. They didn’t even know that you were dating someone for so long until Keeley came into the locker room to tell the boys to be extra kind to you since you were going through a breakup. Shaking off their initial shock, the team agreed to shower you with love when they saw you after Isaac gave them an aggressive in tone, yet filled with flowery words about how you were a great addition to the team, pep talk. 

By this point, you and Jamie had built a solid rapport, somewhere between acquaintances and friends. You were courteous when you’d run into each other at Nelson Road, even walking side by side until your paths diverged, often talking about the lovely, or horrific, weather you were having. During bus rides to games, he would sit on the window seat beside Sam, in front of you, and would always ask you to be the tie-breaker for one of his many ridiculous polls. You’d always end up siding with him, not because you agreed, but because Jamie grins up at you like he just won the lottery. Even though you didn’t agree that burgers were better than pizza, you’d say they were just to be on the receiving end of one of Jamie Tartt’s award-winning smiles again. 

It took you a while to open up to people again. Your life revolved around your partner and that meant that many of the friendships you had faded in the background while you were with him. But after the breakup, Keeley and Rebecca played a huge role in helping you step out of your comfort zone. They listened to you talk about your relationship as often as you wanted until you were out of words and out of cares. These talks would happen over a glass (or ten) of wine in Keeley’s living room with some sappy romantic comedy playing on mute in the background. For the most part, you had forgotten about your ex. Soon enough, you were saying yes to invites from Isaac or the coaches for team outings.

That’s how you found yourself kissing Jamie Tartt on your front porch after a night at Ola’s. 

When you pulled away, a goofy smile plastered on your face, you saw Jamie’s flushed cheeks that he tried to hide by pretending to cough into his elbow. You shoved his shoulder playfully, unsure if this was just a cruel dream that you’d have to wake up from soon or if this was real life. 

Jamie, who seemed to be thinking the same thing, realized that this was real life when your hand met his shoulder. Feeling more confident, he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer once more. He whispered against your lips, “Been wantin’ to do that for a while.” 

“Yeah?” You asked in shock. You would’ve never guessed that Jamie liked you in that way. “I never noticed.”

“Sam was right,” he chuckled, shaking his head that he was bringing up his teammates while he was inches away from a pretty girl’s face, but he knew he had to tell you this so you knew how serious he was about you. You weren’t just a one-night stand and this wasn't an "I had too many drinks tonight," mistake. “I’ve been flirting with you for ages. Sam said that you were oblivious to it but for a while, I really thought you just didn’t fancy me back. I’m really glad that I was wrong.” 

“I had no idea you liked me.” 

“Are you joking?” he scoffed, grinning widely. It was the same smile he shared with you on many bus rides. “Why do you think I always ask those stupid questions on the bus? I couldn’t give two shits about whether or not the team preferred Chinese or Italian food, or if they put both socks on first and then their shoes, or one sock and one shoe at a time. I only made those up so I had an excuse to talk to ya. Have a whole notes app full of questions and everything.” 

You threw your head back laughing, imagining Jamie deleting questions that he already asked you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “You could’ve just talked to me, you know.” 

“Yeah, but you make me nervous,” he blushed, the tips of his ears turning bright pink. “You’re really pretty and proper fit. Plus, you never call me stupid even when my questions are fucking dumb. You’re always so nice to me and you’re loads of fun.” 

You cocked an eyebrow, trying to make sense of the situation. Jamie Tartt was nervous to talk to you? “Jamie, you do realize you��re a world-class footballer, right? Like rich and famous and can get anyone you want?” 

“That don’t matter to me,” he said, shrugging. “Want you, that’s all.” 

It was a strange feeling to hear that from him. You haven’t been wanted in a long time, at least not like this, not in the way that Jamie was looking at you like you are somehow the most incredible thing he’d ever have the privilege of getting to see. He looked at you like he was thanking whatever deities were responsible for reincarnation for allowing him to experience you in this lifetime. If the next fifty lifetimes were filled with nothing but suffering for him then so be it, as long as he had you in this one. You haven’t been wanted this purely before– wanted for who you are and not for what you can offer, not for the potential of what you could be. 

You kissed him again. 

Six months after your first kiss, you and Jamie were going strong. So far the relationship has been a secret to the public and the media. The team, though, found out a month into your relationship when Jamie got injured during training and you ran out of your office onto the pitch, ignoring Beard’s confused remarks as you sped past him. 

Jamie was lying on the pitch, forearms covering his eyes, trying not to think about the shooting pain from his ankle. You shoved Jan Maas and Richard away from Jamie, which made them protest, but quickly understood why you were in such a hurry to get to Jamie. You kneeled beside him, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Hi, baby,” you whispered, “You doing okay? How bad does it hurt?” 

He moved his arms at the sound of your voice. His eyes met yours and he immediately reached for your hand, threading your fingers together. “‘M okay, I think. Ankle hurts like a bitch, though.” 

You continued to tend to him as much as you could but quickly remembered that you two weren’t alone. Your eyes widened as you began to look around the circle that was forming around you and Jamie. 

“Fuuuuuuccckkkkk,” Jamie mumbled, realizing that you two now revealed your relationship to the team. He looked at you apologetically, “Sorry, bub.” 

“Oi, Bumbercatch!” The team’s attention shifted over to Isaac who had a smirk on his face. He held out his open palm, “You owe me ten pounds.” 

The team erupted in cheers, almost forgetting that Jamie was indeed hurt and would probably have to sit out a game or two. You looked down at Jamie and shrugged your shoulders, “Seems like they’re taking it well.” 

He laughed, propping himself up to sit up, “I’m glad we told them.” 

“Me too,” you replied, pressing your lips together. 

“I’m going to fucking gouge my eyes out.” You heard Roy say, though there was a hint of a smile in his voice. In sync, you and Jamie held up your middle finger in Roy’s direction, which earned the both of you a signature Roy Kent grunt in return. 

Much like your reveal to the team, your reveal to the general public was also just an accident. You were spending the weekend at Jamie’s flat as part of your six-month anniversary celebration. You just pulled up to his place, using one hand to unlock his door with the key he had made for you, and the other hand was used to carry in your large duffle bag. You heard him speaking in his living room and assumed that he was on a call with one of the lads. 

“Baby, I’m here!” You called out loudly, hanging your coat on his coat rack by the door. You walked toward his living room to find him staring at you wide-eyed, jaw hanging low. You giggled, “What’s wrong, love?” 

“I’m on Instagram live.” 

“Oh shit,” You mirrored his expression, facepalming. “I’m so sorry.” 

On Jamie’s screen, hundreds of comments about the interaction began to pop up. 

Holy shit???? Who was that?!!!

Jamie has a girlfriend!!!!! NOOOO THAT SHOULD BE ME!!!!

Does that voice sound familiar to u guys? I think that’s Y/N, I recognize her voice from Keeley’s stories. 

Jamie looked at you, trying to figure out what the best course of action was. You tilted your head as if asking, “Should we just do it?” He nodded, a huge smile taking over his features. 

“Well,” he began. “Cat’s out of the bag, I suppose. Get in here, love.” 

You spent the next thirty minutes answering questions from his fans on Instagram live. Some of the team even joined for a few minutes to fangirl over your relationship in the comments which made the two of you laugh. The next day, Jamie decided that it was time to make your relationship Instagram official by posting a photo from your anniversary dinner. It was a picture that cut off right above your lips, still giving a hint of anonymity, although many people already knew. You had your glass of wine in a cheers motion with his own. The caption read: “just us two. happy six.” 

The picture got more than two million likes in the first hour and hundreds of comments speculating who the girl in the picture was. You decided to comment on the post the day after, hoping that most of the hype around it was calming down. You rolled over Jamie’s side of the bed, smiling softly as he slept peacefully. 

You commented, “just us two (and the entire afc richmond team, including the coaches and admin) (so really just us two and fifty people). love you beyond words.”

You stayed in your little bubble of love for the rest of the weekend. After your social media launch, you stayed off the internet until you got back to work on Monday. When you finally checked social media, you were surprised to find that most of the public’s opinion of your and Jamie’s relationship was positive. However, there was one tweet that caught your eye. 

“Y/N Y/L/N is strong tbh. If my partner had the history of Jamie Tartt, I’d sleep with one eye open to keep an eye on him.” 

You frowned. You knew Jamie wasn’t like that. He would never do that to you, at least not now. He talked to you about how he used to be before you met him. He talked about how shit of a boyfriend he was to Keeley, how he was too much of a prick to be friends with the lads, but he also talked about how he grew from that and how he was no longer that person. And you believed him. It’s Jamie, of course, you believed him.

But that didn’t stop those voices in your head from taking over. Voices that sounded an awful lot like your ex’s friends who made those sly remarks. Voices that told you that you were replaceable. Voices that told you Jamie could do better, that Jamie should have better. Voices that drowned out the loving words of your boyfriend who loved you so much it hurt. 

The distance started out subtle. It started with telling Jamie that you had to get to Richmond earlier than normal because you had expenditure reports to look over. He even suggested that he'd go to Nelson Road extra early for you, but you refused. He pouted but reluctantly agreed to let you drive yourself to work instead of him picking you up. Jamie was upset that he no longer got to spend his mornings with you, but he was understanding and knew that it was for your job. 

Then, you started cutting your kisses short. During date nights, which used to be filled with lingering kisses that were surely too heated to be deemed acceptable PDA, you started to give Jamie quick pecks on the lips before pulling away. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he let it go and settled for the short kisses, even though it didn’t feel enough for him. Typically, you’d spend the night at his place after your dates, but recently you’ve been asking him to take you home, blaming the expenditure reports once more. Jamie, trying to be ever-so-understanding, drove you home, and slept in his own bed alone with a frown on his face. 

The final blow for Jamie was when you didn’t sit next to him on the bus to Tottenham. He sat patiently on the aisle seat, craning his neck up to see when you were coming in, as he knew you preferred the window seat. His eyes lit up when you entered the bus, smiling widely as you approached him. 

You refused to look him in the eye as you pointed toward the back of the bus, “Sorry, Jamie. Rebecca wants to talk about something so I think I’m gonna sit with her today.” 

“Oh,” he cleared his throat, trying not to show his disappointment. He didn’t want to force you to sit next to him. Of course, you were allowed to sit with Rebecca. It’s just that he missed you so much. He hasn’t seen you in a few days. You’ve barely replied to his texts. He felt like you were slipping away and he didn’t know what to do. “Yeah, yeah, ‘course. I’ll see you at the hotel, yeah?” 

You nodded, offering him a small smile. He smiled back sadly. When you walked away to sit in the back of the bus, Sam nudged him, asking him to scoot over so he could sit next to him. Jamie felt nauseous, and he blamed it on the fact that he hadn’t sat by the window in months, but he knew the real reason why. 

Throughout the entire bus ride, you kept sneaking glances at Jamie. You couldn’t see him too well being so far back in the bus. Rebecca, who was shocked to see you beside her instead of your boyfriend, was looking at you with a questioning expression. She closed the notebook she was writing in and crossed her arms. 

“Alright, spill,” she tutted, leaning back in her chair. “Why aren’t you sitting with Jamie? What has he done?” 

You shook your head, “Nothing. He hasn’t done anything.” 

“Then why do you look like the living sunlight was sucked right out of you?” You didn’t say anything. Rebecca sighed, rubbing your back comfortingly, “Whatever is happening. You need to talk to him about it. Nothing good is going to come out of you keeping things from him. Trust me.” 

You knew what Rebecca was saying was reasonable. It makes sense to talk to Jamie about things that were bothering you. The thing was, you had already convinced yourself that Jamie would be better off with anyone else but you. It’s not that you thought Jamie would ever cheat on you or compare you to his exes because that’s not Jamie. You knew this. But you couldn’t help but think about Jamie realizing he deserved better than you. 

It will only make things easier on you if you mentally prepare yourself for it. It was inevitable. After all, you were replaceable. 

By the time you arrived in Tottenham, you were feeling more anxious than ever. You knew you were sharing a room with Jamie as it became an unspoken rule since you first told the team about your relationship. You watched as Jamie exited the bus, trailing behind to create as much space between the two of you as possible. After Higgins distributed the keys, you took a deep breath and headed to the lifts. 

Jamie had gone ahead with Sam and Dani since you were standing to the side with Rebecca. In the elevator, Rebecca squeezed your hand in support and offered a kiss on your temple. When you arrived on the 10th floor, you waved goodbye to Rebecca and made your way to the room. 

Jamie was quietly unpacking his things when you walked in. He turned around, eyebrows furrowed and a frown tugging on the corners of his lips. You wanted to walk over and kiss the creases on his forehead away. He cleared his throat, “I can take the couch if ya want so you can have the bed. I know you’ve been working hard on those reports so you deserve a good night’s sleep.” 

“It’s alright, Jamie. I can take the couch. You have a game tomorrow that you need to be well-rested for.” 

“No, it’s fine,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He sounded defeated. “‘M not letting you sleep on the couch. You can take the bed and I can just stay with Isaac or Richard or something.” 

“No, Jamie, this is your room.” You said, standing your ground. 

“No it’s not!” He exclaimed, finally reaching his wit’s end. He stared at you, a look of frustration and brokenness evident on his face. He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears from breaking free. “It’s our room! And I just... I just don’t understand what I’ve done wrong. What have I done wrong?”

You took two hesitant strides towards him. Jamie looked at you, hopeful that you’ll touch him again, this time without him making the first move. He missed feeling you draw sweet nothings on his skin with your fingers. Or the feeling of your lips on his jaw as you try to wake him up in the morning. Or the feeling of your arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace. 

You stopped short in front of him. His heart dropped. “You haven’t done anything, Jamie.” 

“So why do you keep pulling away? I feel like I haven’t talked to you in ages. Like a proper conversation. I haven’t kissed ya in days and it’s killing me. I feel like I’m losing you.” 

It was then, with Jamie staring at you with pleading eyes, that you realized how stupid you were being. You ran to him, broken sobs escaping your body, as he stumbled back, unsure of what was happening. Jamie engulfed you in his arms, kissing your head as he tried to console you. You spoke into his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Jamie.” 

“Hey,” he cooed, pulling you away. He led you to the bed to sit you down. You sat criss-crossed on the bed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You didn’t even want to imagine how much of a mess you must look like right now. He reached over to place a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles to help you calm down. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on, hm? What’s the matter?” 

“I’ve been such a dick to you,” you confessed, sniffling silently. You placed a hand on top of his, giving it a light squeeze, “I’ve been avoiding you.” 

“Yeah, I gathered that,” he tried to joke, offering you one of those award-winning smiles you were a goner for. “But what I don’t know is why. Talk to me, please.” 

“D’ya remember when Keeley told you guys to be extra nice to me because I’d just broken up with someone?” 

Confused, Jamie nodded his head. “Yeah?” 

“Well, there are things I want to say to you, but I don’t really like talking about it. Took me ages to even open up to Keeley and Rebecca about how bad it was,” you trailed off, looking away. You suddenly felt so small under Jamie’s gaze, like you were unscrewing the top of your head to give him a full view of all the fucked up things in there. You felt so exposed, but you knew you couldn’t keep this from him anymore. It was affecting him now, too. “My ex, he used to do this thing that kind of fucked me up really bad. He used to compare me to his ex-girlfriends and it made me feel like shit. His friends used to make these jokes about how he was a playboy and would probably get tired of me soon or would make condescending comments about me staying with him because they knew nobody could really tie him down. Like I was stupid for being with him or something.” 

Jamie frowned, internalizing your words. He looked down on his lap, lip quivering, “You think I’m like that? Like I’m just playin’ with ya?” 

Your eyes widened. You quickly shook your head, “No, not at all! I just… I was with him for over a year and when you hear those things said about you enough times, you start believing them. I got in my head thinking that you could and should do better than me and it made me pull away from you.” 

Jamie remained quiet, but the expression on his face changed to a more neutral one. You continued, “I figured it would be easier for you to come to the conclusion that you deserve more than me if I gave you the space, you know? I was trying to help you realize that I’m replaceable, but it backfired on me because now you think you did something wrong– which you absolutely haven’t.” 

He sat there, not saying a word, trying to comprehend what you just told him. He blinked, “Babe, that’s absolutely mad.” 

You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape your lips as a teasing smile made its way to Jamie’s face. He followed suit before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to lie on the bed with him. He rolled the both of you over so he was hovering on top of you. Jamie nudged your nose with his, “Don’t get me wrong, your feelings are valid. I would kill that prick and his twat friends if you let me, but love, you are everything I’ve ever wanted. You are not replaceable to me.” 

“It’s just hard to hear you when there’s so much nonsense noise in my head, you know?” you whispered, holding his face in the palm of your hand. “Sometimes those pesky voices are just so loud.” 

“Well,” he got up off of you and propped himself next to you. He gave you a cheeky smirk before leaning back. Then in the loudest voice he could manage, he yelled, “I love you! I love you! I love you, Y/N Y/L/N! There is nobody else for me. I love yo-” 

Fearing that he wouldn’t stop anytime soon, you covered his mouth with your hand, laughing loudly at how ridiculous the whole situation was. Jamie’s eyes twinkled with something you’d missed over the last few days and the sound of his muffled chuckles was like music to your ears. You removed your hand from his mouth. 

“Loud enough, do ya reckon?” he joked. Then, he looked at you seriously. He inched closer to you, sighing in relief when you didn’t pull away. “But seriously, love. Whenever those voices come creepin’ back in, just let me know, yeah? Talk to me. I don’t think I can handle another day like that again. It was my own personal hell, to be honest.” 

You wiped the tears from your eyes and nodded. You placed your lips on Jamie’s, allowing your kiss to last as long as possible before you had to pull away for air. You snuggled against him, basking in the scent of his cologne. “I promise I will, Jamie. I love you.” 

“I love you, too.”

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[letsgetrowdy43]

a part two to the luke angst?

His biggest regret ❧

Part one

Luke had been beside himself for the last two weeks of the summer, just as she promised Y/n had left the morning after their fight, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He broke it off with his girlfriend the second his best friend left the lake house, knowing that if he intended to fix his wrongs the now ex-girlfriend was not a part of the solution.

Quinn had heavily scolded his youngest brother for days following the departure of Y/no. “You’re an idiot!” "it's not my fault she and my girlfriend don't get along!" “It’s not even about your girlfriend, it’s the fact that you felt the need to dictate her decisions when you basically removed her from your life!” Quinn was at a loss, what wasn't Luke understanding how wrong he is, “You didn’t even invite her to the lake, you’ve been best friends since you were babies!”

Let’s just say Quinn definitely made Luke feel like shit, what was worse was when Ellen, Jack, and even Jim put their two cents in.

Things only got worse for Luke during the school year, sophomore year was expected to be his last season as a Wolverine, and then he’d be headed to New Jersey with Jack, as stated in his plan. But now he was going to be spending this year attempting to make it up to the girl who’d been at his side for years and years.

“Y/n this is Luca,” Ethan introduced them as she smiled shyly. Luke didn’t like that at all, his new teammate practically eye fucking her at parties as she stared at him innocently (let’s be real, she’s only into it cause she knew it would piss off Luke)

Luca had become her target, and he was just as into their little game as she was into pissing off Luke.

They went on study dates and left parties together, it was a no strings attached ordeal that they were both thoroughly enjoying.

Luke watched silently and was extremely annoyed. Biting his tongue not to say anything at practices, or to call her to tell her that he needs it to stop. He wasn’t in charge of her, he knew that now, but it took a lot in him to stay quiet when he watched Luca and her flirting in public, or even just conversing in between classes.

It took a long time to realize but over the course of the four months that they weren’t talking he'd come to the conclusion that maybe he’d been way over his head. The conscious thought that he was in love with her was so overwhelming all of the time, so Luke grew even more antisocial as time went on.

Y/n's world paused the moment Luke ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, the boy's chest heaving as he locked the door and hid from some girl who had been chasing after him all night. His heart stopped the moment he turned around to see a wide-eyed Y/n splashing some water in her face.

“Sorry” he apologized as his heart beat against his chest, she continued to stare at him, unable to speak, “I’ll leave” “Don’t go, you’re obviously hiding for a reason,” she finally spoke as she dabbed her face off with a face cloth she found in one of the drawers. “Are you okay?” He asked as he reached forward to feel the blotchy red skin on her cheeks. "I drank too much, don't have you to mediate my liquor intake anymore," she grinned as her hand wrapped around his wrist to lower his hand.

Luke smiled as he maneuvered his hand to hold hers, "am I allowed to speak to you now? I have some things I need to say to you" he mumbled as she nodded and sat down on the edge of the tub.

This was his moment to make it right, no excuses, no bullshit to cover up his mistakes, just an apology and some promises to make it better.

"I've been practicing this speech to you for a while, and I'm just gonna start with a sorry, cause that's all that I really want you to take away from it," her eyes started to tear up as she listened, "I was wrong, you have every right to still be mad cause I put you through a lot last year, and that wasn't fair to you, so I'm sorry, and I'm willing to do everything I can so it can go back to the way it was before."

Y/n nodded as her hand dried to tears that had fallen, he could've apologized months ago and she would've accepted it. His words felt very real, she knew they were, she'd heard from all of the guys how lost he was without her guidance in his life, it was just really nice to finally hear it from his mouth.

"Thank you," she stood up to hug you, "I don't think it can go back to the way it was before though." His smiling expression fell as he unburied his face from her neck, "What?" "In our time apart Luke I realized a lot, in the way that I don't think I can keep loving you in the way I'm used to, I need some time to get over you, cause its not fair to you," she said honestly, drunken word vomit as she watched the relief spread on Luke's face, her expression growing confused.

"What if I don't want you to stop loving me that way?" "that's not fair to me then," she said defensively, not understanding what he was insinuating. Her hands left their spot on his chest as she pulled away, he reached down and pulled her hips closer to him, "let me speak," he laughed as her face softened at the sound, "I love you, I'm so dumb for not realizing it sooner, I think I always have though, I just didn't know how to differentiate the two types, but that's because they are the same to me," his face grew flush as he realized just how lovingly she was staring at him.

"You are my best friend, always will be, but you're my best friend in the way that I don't think I'd last another day without you in my life, and in the way that I want to kiss you pretty and then go to sleep with you in my clothes, and the way that my family views you as one of us, there are so many things that make you my best friend, but in the same way that I want you to be a forever type of thing."

Y/n stared at him in shock as he took a deep breath, her hands finding the side of his face as she smirked at him, "I'm glad we're on the same page," she whispered before her hand found the collar of his shirt and slammed his lips onto hers.

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[bluegalaxygirl]

How it happened (Zosan X reader)

Headcanon: This is the story of how you, Sanji and Zoro got togeather.

Warning: Sexual mentions, Making out, Boy X Boy, bad language and Violence.

Reader is GN, Poly relationship and arcs are used so Spoilers ahead .

^ You joined the crew just before Chopper but you didn't have enough time to get to know the crew too well before Nami got sick, you helped out the best you could but the tension on the ship was high and Zoro didn't trust you one bit.

^ Zoro and Sanji were civil with each other, they didn't know why they didn't like each other, but they did, it was hard to find common ground other than wanting to help Luffy and things got worse when ever anyone new joined, you were no exception to that.

^ Zoro didn't trust you at all, Luffy may have invited you onto the crew but that didn't mean much to him. Yes you helped out but Nami was sick, and they were carrying a princess who worked for Baroque Works and comes form a dying country. There was a lot on everyone's mind.

^ Sanji had no problem with you, it was nice to have a new face and you were never rude no matter how bad his love struck comments where to others. He was too focused on Nami and feeding the crew to fully get to know you but that didn't stop him from trying when ever he had time.

^ You never had a problem with the two, you were cautious of the crew at first but you were also thankful to them. You gave Zoro space, you knew he didn't like you from the way he looked at you so you didn't want to get in his way. Sanji was a different story, he made you laugh even when you wanted to cry, and he always thanked you for any help you offered, you still felt a little uneasy around him though mainly because of his flirty attitude.

^ When Nami was better and Chopper joined the crew you became quite close to the two, you felt like you could open up to them and in turn feel better about the crew. You also saw a much softer side to Zoro when he was around Chopper and in a way you took note of it trying to figure out how to get to know the swordsman a bit better.

^ You realized Sanji wasn't just a flirt to the girls on the ship but to all girls and for some reason it made you feel better around him, maybe it was the fact he was naturally like that and wasn't picky. Zoro still found the cook annoying at times, but they seemed to find more and more common ground, they still had their fights and called each other names but over time it turned less mean and more about messing around.

^ After saving Alabaster the three of you somehow started spending more time together, if there was a bar the three of you would go drinking and get to know each other, you wouldn't stop any of the other crew form joining but when it was just the three of you things seemed very relaxed.

^ The three of you got along great when off the ship but on the ship was a different story, Zoro was very cautious of Robin, the new member but Sanji really liked her and caved to her every whim. You where in between you weren't to sure about her but a part of you did like her, she's been through a lot and is open to talk about it. Getting to know her better was very easy, and she didn't seem to lie about it either.

^ Skypiea had the of you three separated most of the time but reuniting after sparked something in you. Finding them in the ruined city bickering about something you couldn't hear made your heart flutter a little, you liked the two but something about their argument seemed more emotional not full of hate but worry and sadness. In that moment you realized you loved them both but you kept it to yourself.

^ Zoro and Sanji noticed a shift in their dynamic, they bickered more because of it but it was more emotional or caused by one of them getting injured, yes they would still insult each other and yell about the other being weak and fight over it but both their hearts broke a little when ever they saw the other hurt.

^ It wasn't until the games on Long Ring Long Land that you realized what was going on between the two and you could also tell that you knew, and they didn't. They fought each other but protected each other during the ball game and after they won the look they shared said it all. You realized they loved each other and it made you happy yet also sad, you wanted them to be happy but you loved them too.

^ It made you want to cry out of frustration, should you say something to those clueless idiots or should you let them deal with it. Their both stubborn and if you said something then maybe they would fight against it more so you left it for them to figure out. As for you, you wished they looked at you the way they look at each other but what you didn't know is they did look at you that way, they liked you too.

^ The overwhelming need to protect pissed Zoro off, he didn't know why he was feeling this way towards you and Sanji. The cook didn't like him other than when he wanted a drink so why was he feeling this way? Plus he felt the same towards you but he couldn't act on it, not when he could see how you looked at Sanji and how the cook looked back. It made him jealous and angry, he wanted you and the cook, but he can't have both, right?

^ Sanji didn't know what to do either, he's only felt this way towards women not men so why was Zoro so different? Why did he love them being so close when they argued? Why would his eyes scan the ship for you or Zoro first when Nami and Robin would be right in view? He likes to sit with the both of you when ever he can even if he has to make an excuse up for it, your smile makes his day but you smile at everyone on the crew, so he doesn't know how you truly feel.

^ Their fighting got worse and worse until one night when the three of you were drinking on the going Mary under the dark sky. Emotions were high and yet again the two boys got into a physical fight. "That's it i'm out" You voice caught them off guard stopping them mid kick and punch as you stood up with a beer bottle in your had looking at you very confused and concerned "I can't stand your sexual tension anymore, Just kiss or Fuck or what ever to get it over with" You wave them off heading to your room without another word. You put your outburst down to being slightly drunk but you were drinking alot to try and forget the feeling in your chest.

^ With the two left alone thinking about your words they suddenly became very shy, pulling away form each other and trying to look anywhere else but at the one in front of them "I-I don't know what their talking about" Sanji gulps trying to not think about kissing Zoro like you mentioned. Zoro curses and walks up to the cook "Yea you do... Their right" The swordsman scratches the back of his head while looking down, Sanji turns to look at the man before stepping a little closer "Y-You feel it to?" Zoro nods at Sanji's words the two closing in and sharing a light kiss that turned into another and then another until they were both all over each other unable to stop.

^ Their fighting became more about messing around then actually trying to hurt each other, but they kept their relationship a secret, snaking around together at night while still doing their normal during the day, you, Nami and Robin noticed the change but you were the only one who suspected they were now together. Again you were happy yet sad, they were back to normal and still hung out with you but your heart ached.

^ One morning on the new Sunny you got up very early and headed to the kitchen, there were some strange noises but you were too tired to think about it, the only thing on your mind being Coffee. Stepping into the kitchen and making your way around the counter only to stop when you see Sanji and Zoro at the end of it. Sanji's shirt off and Zoro pressed up against the cook both looking at you in shock. You can't help but smile for the first time you don't feel sadness just joy "Sorry to interrupt" You back up a little only for Zoro to grab your arm "Wait, it's not what it looked like" The swordsman panics "So you two wen't get busy in the kitchen early in the morning?" you ask as Sanji puts his shirt back on "Guys chill, i really don't care what you two get up too and you shouldn't be ashamed of it either" You step closer placing a hand on Zoro's shoulder "really?" Sanji asks walking over to stand next to Zoro "Really and the crew doesn't care either. Nami and Robin know somethings going on and Usopp can't help but blush when ever you two go off together" You laugh pulling away.

^ After that the two boys became open about their relationship but it took them a while to get used to PDA, they both wanted it but were embarrassed about being looked at weird.

^ There was one big argument between the two that almost split them up though and that was after Brook joined the crew. Sanji stepped in front of you when Brook tried to shake your hand and it made Zoro realize that Sanji still had feelings for you, he hated the cook flirting with others, but he only found them attractive not actually loved them. Zoro loved you too, but he was scared of losing Sanji and you. The argument broke out during Thriller Bark, the two fighting side by side while so yelling at each other about liking someone else.

^ "Just say it already you love them right?" Zoro yells slashing a monster down "I like you idiot and don't think i don't see the way you look at our crew mate" Sanji yells back kicking a monster away. During the hole fight Zoro didn't know Sanji was talking about you, he was confused as to who the cook was talking about and as for Sanji he just thought Zoro was talking about Nami and Robin since he always fawns over the two girl. Once all the enemies were defeated the turned their attention to each other.

^ Zoro grabbed the cooks tie while Sanji grabs the swordsman's shirt yelling in each others faces "If you like them so much then just leave me and tell them" Zoro yells making Sanji more angry "You know i doesn't mean anything when i fawn over the girls and why don't you leave and confess then three swords" Zoro growls under his breath "That's not what i'm talking about and who the hell are you talking about?" They pull each other close with red faces form anger "Who am i talking about? Who are you talking about then?" Zoro growls louder as Sanji starts doing the same, as the tension grows they both yell out at the same time "Y/N" Their eyes widen at each other before letting go and taking a step back "What the hell is going on? i can hear your argument form across the forest" Nami yells as she walks over "I finally get away form that pig lady only to find you two arguing over Y/n. God you both are so clueless. You really don't see the way they look at you two, i'm going to tell you know to get this over with because i'm sick of dealing with drama on this ship, island or what ever its is... Poly relationship where multiple people love each other equity, try it and SHUT UP"

^ Sanji and Zoro didn't talk about it much mainly because when Nami was with them she would tell them to shut up even if it wasn't about their relationship, the poor navigator has been through a rough time, being stalked by an invisible man, almost killed by a bridezilla pig lady and almost crushed to death by a giant monster.

^ You on the other hand spent most of your time with Luffy running around the castle trying to find Gecko Moria and take him down, it was hard but along the way you two had a very interesting chat about Zoro and Sanji. You knew the captain didn't care much about relationships but you didn't know that he actually had knowledge in it but it was mainly thanks to his brothers Ace and Sabo.

^ "I don't get it why don't you just get together with them?" Luffy asks looking from room to room as you follow "It's not that simple, i wish it was but... I don't think they like me that way" you sigh looking in some other rooms to help your captain out "What do you mean? they like you too so why not all of you be together?" Luffy laughs walking down another long hallway as you run to catch up to him "Were friends, they like me as friends" you chime in only for Luffy to stop and face you "No they don't, they like you the same way they like each other. Ace told me about something like it once" Luffy turns to walk again leaving you shocked but still following "I can't remember what he called it, but he said multiple people can be together if they all love each other, i want to see my crew happy and if you three being together makes you all happy then I'll be happy too"

^ You didn't bring it up with the boys, and they did the same with you when the crew met back up only to fight a big monster again, even when you all had a brake after trying to recover from the battle you didn't have time to think about it, too worried about your heavily injured captain and the sudden disappearance of Zoro.

^ Sanji tried to help Zoro but the swordsman couldn't take the thought of the cook getting hurt or going through the pain Luffy was in, he hated hurting Sanji but it had to be done. He was glad that Sanji and you were there for him after it all even though you both yelled at him for being hurt this bad. Your heart hurt at the sight of Zoro and you wanted nothing more than to make him better so you along with Sanji did everything you could for him.

^ During the days he had to recover by order of Chopper it gave him time to think and talk with Sanji about what Nami said. It was a long discussion about where their hearts were and what they wanted. They loved each other and they both loved so why not give it a try. You didn't think much about what Luffy said, he could be wrong but at the same time the captain new a lot for someone who's never been in a relationship before.

^ After a few days Sanji invited you into the kitchen before bed to share some drinks like old times. The three of you laughed and joked about stuff while drinking and eating some snacks Sanji had prepared so when things go serious you got really nervous "We need to tell you something" Zoro gulps looking at Sanji who gives him a nod before looking at you "am i in trouble?" you ask placing your beer down only for Sanji to reach out and take your hand "No, not at all...i, we just" The cook stops himself trying to calm his nerves, Zoro notices and leans forward resting his arms on the table "We like you, like we like each other" Sanji blushes at Zoro's bluntness but at least its out there now. Your in shock though, Luffy was right.

^ You feel Sanji pull his hand away so grip it tighter stopping him form letting go of your had "I, i urm.... i don't want to ruin what you two have but i like you both too" you blurt out looking at your beer trying not to focus on them, your heart pounds in your chest to the point you start thinking can they hear it. "You do? Nami-swan was right" Sanji smiles squeezing you hand back "This is new to us too, all of it is but were willing to try if you are" Zoro reaches over taking your other hand making you look up at the two "Try what?" You knew what they were talking about but a part of you doubted it so you wanted to make sure "Us three.. together, Nami-swan called it a Poly relationship, where you all love each other" Sanji explains, he really hopes you agree, he can't stop feeling this way about you and Zoro, he wants you both even if it is greedy or selfish.

^ You nod without telling yourself to do so as if your heart if guiding your body not your brain. Zoro interlocks his fingers with yours and places his other hand around the cook's waist "I need to hear it Y/n. Will you be with us?" You look over at Zoro as he talked seeming to doubt if you actually want this "Yes... I'll be with you two" You smile a feeling of warmth flooding your heart as Sanji pulls your hand to his mouth and kisses it "I really like you both" The cook pulls away seeming a little nervous but happy "I don't know if i'm over stepping but.. Could i kiss you?" Sanji gulps waiting for your answer, your heart flutters in your chest and causes your breath to hitch in your throat but you manage to speak "Yea.. I'd like that".

^ Sanji stands and walks around the table to you as you stand, he lightly places his hands on your hips and leans down as you lean up, your lips touching in a light kiss, he pulls way with a bright red blush that you can't help but find cute, reaching your hands up you cup his face and bring him back down for another kiss this time a much longer one but still a light kiss, you didn't want things to get heated and go too far. When you pull away you notice Zoro standing next to you rubbing your side lightly "Can i?" He asks as Sanji lets you go so you can turn to the swordsman "Yes" you place your hands on his shoulders as he wraps his arms around your waist leaning in to place his lips on yours, its light and sweet but when you pull away he brushes his lips against your asking for another that you gladly give, this time though it's a little rougher, you kind of kiss you imagined form him.

^ The three of you discussed a lot that night about what you wanted in a relationship, your boundaries, if it was ok to tell people ect. You all respected each others opinions and what the other needed and it also made you all feel less nervous about the future. The crew were happy for the three of you but Nami was mainly happy the drama from the two boys was finally over with.

#one piece #polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan x reader #ronoroa zoro #one piece zoro #zosan fanfic #one piece zosan #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji

[filmbyjy]

my brother’s best friend

PAIRING: enhypen x fem!reader

SUMMARY: various brother's best friend scenarios!

WARNINGS: a little mention of bullying here and there. some of these i am tempted to make them into a full fic but i unfortunately do not have enough time to do so :( maybe i might make it see first though! oh and ni-ki's part isn't heavily influenced with the brother's best friend troupe. i kinda went off the radar for his part. a little angst on jake's part but don't worry it isn't bad.

NOTE: ehem the reason why jay and jungwon’s fonts are different is bc I have a font called ‘CatLove’ and so I thought it was appropriate to use it. also no your brother isn’t any of the enhypen members….just some dude. unless you actually have an older brother than sure. imagine him(?)

WORD COUNT(total): 6K words

LEE HEESEUNG

school. you never liked it but you were forced to learn. not a single motivation could run through your veins to even get you to look forward to another school day but you still had to go.

there were these hotties of the school who so happens to be in your brother's football (or soccer) team. not even they could catch your eyes.

"i'm home!!" you called out the moment you entered home.

you walked to the living room, only to be greeted by 8 boys including your brother. you stood there shocked, a little flustered.

"welcome home, little sis. sorry, forgot to mention my friends are coming over. uhh, you can just ignore them. they'll just be in here in the living room with me." your brother explains.

you nod.

"mom said to buy dinner since her and dad are out for a trip. i ordered pizza. you can come out once the food is here."

"sure." you say.

your eyes met with one of the boys. his sharp nose, adorable doe eyes and pinkish lips. he was cute but this was your brother's best friend. you were sure there was no way you would have a chance with him.

you met the mysterious boy quite a few times and found out his name was lee heeseung. he was the same age as your brother. he played midfielder in the team, whatever that meant. you also found out he was extremely flirty. anytime, you were alone with heeseung, he'd start flirting with you for no reason.

"you know (name), i don't understand how someone as pretty as you could be single." heeseung says.

this was one of the many times he flirted with you. well, it most definitely wouldn't be the last.

"come to my game." heeseung says as he leans against the lockers next to yours. you closed the your locker.

"look, heeseung. i'm flattered but i can't go to your game when my brother is in the same team as you."

"your brother would think you'd supporting him."

"impossible. he knows i don't care about football."

heeseung sighs, "then. go for me."

"heeseung."

"i have something to tell you after the game." he hands you his jersey. "so, root for us? root for me?"

he certainly wanted you to come and as much as you were worried about your brother. you knew what your heart truly wanted.

"i'll go."

heeseung smiles, "great. see you!" you felt him pecking your cheek before running off to practice. you touched your cheek, feeling it warm up.

fast foward to game time, you had awkwardly walked over to the stands in heeseung's jersey. the problem was...his fangirls were gasping and gossiping at how you were wearing his jersey.

'is that heeseung's girlfriend?'

'i heard that's (brother name)'s sister.'

'omg that's soooo unfair. she's got the upperhand by being the captain's sister.'

yeah that's what they basically said. you settled down and the game starts. at one point during their break, heeseung spots you and smiles. your heart races. you waved at him and he waves back. your brother trails his eyes to where heeseung was looking at and he was shocked to see you.

"dude, are you and my sister-"

"not yet, captain. just hoping you'd allow me."

"ooo heeseung hyung has a crush on captain's sister." jake teases. your brother sighs.

"fine but don't hurt her and focus on the game first. we need to win this. we're loosing by 1."

"yes, captain."

game starts again after half-time and blah blah, they won. yay!

once it was done, heeseung does not care. he quite literally runs like a mad man and goes up to you. before you could even utter a word, the boy pulls you into a kiss. he hears gasps and cheers surrounding the both of you. heeseung pulls away with a little hesitation, he didn't want it to end but he knew your brother was watching so he umm stopped himself.

"i like you." he breathes out. you smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

"i like you too, lee heeseung." was what you said before you kissed him again.

PARK JONGSEONG

park jongseong, the epitome of an extremely hot boy. every girl in your grade loved him. however...

"park jongseong got into a fight again."

yeah...he gets into trouble a lot.

"not surprised. was he with his group once again?"

that same group happens to also include your twin brother. you never understood how and when he decided to mix with that type of crowd. unfortunately, he did and now he was just like jongseong.

you could smell the smoke from his cigarettes coming from his bedroom. you hated it and it made you nauseous.

"(brother name), could you please stop smoking? it's making me dizzy." you knocked heavily on his bedroom door. when the door flies open, your brother had his cigarette in between his fingers. he rolls his eyes.

"suck it up. it's just smoke." your eyes trailed into his bedroom. there sat park jongseong, sim jaeyun, lee heeseung and park sunghoon on the ground with cards in their hands. it seems like they were in middle of poker.

you sighed, "just. please open the window or balcony door wider. you got the bedroom with a balcony. can't you make use of that?"

"the cards would fly. we were in the middle of a good game."

"you are the pain of my existence."

"if i don't exist, you don't too (name)."

"if you don't exist, i could exist. i was born 2 fucking minutes earlier than you. i could've been an only child if mom's egg didn't fucking split."

you could hear his friends gasping. he rolls his eyes like a spoiled child.

"get out of my face."

"gladly. maybe you should learn how to make a come back before trying to use anything on me." you say. your brother groans and slams his bedroom door shut.

it's say to least, you've officially captured park jongseong's attention. he was attracted by you. he loved the way you put your brother in place. he also loved how you looked when you were getting all snappy with your brother. you must've forgotten that you were in your very skimpy pyjama shorts. in other words, jay was just an extremely horny teen.

the moment you shut your locker door, you noticed jay was leaning on the lockers beside yours. you ignored him and he starts chasing after you. he stands directly in front of you to prevent you from moving.

"you, me. date." jay says. you rolled your eyes.

"sorry, you may be the quote on quote 'hottest guy' in school but i'm not falling for your little game."

"what? game?" jay asks confused.

"do you guys not fuck with girls?"

"no? look we may be causing trouble but i don't go around sleeping with girls."

"well, too bad park jongseong. i simply do not have feelings for you." you tried to walk away but jay holds out his arm to not let you free.

"then, how about i court you? like umm, i try to make you fall for me."

you snickered, "you can try."

"really? okay, then. i'll do it."

"yeah, good luck with that. my brother might just allow you to do so." you sarcastically say.

surprisingly, jay does try to court you. he attempts to give you gifts, do something sweet for you. however, he does still get into a lot of trouble. you caught him once in a fight. his eyes softened just as noticed you. he was still gripping on the guy's shirt.

"dude, punch him?" your brother says. jay lets go of the guy's shirt once he spots you leaving. he chases after you. your brother yelling out for him to finish the job.

"what the fuck? he just left like that? for what? my sister?" your brother groans.

heeseung pats your brother's shoulder, "he is love with her. you know that, you'd do anything for someone you love."

"well he might turn soft because of her. i brought him up and made him who he is now. all because of my sister, he turns into some sick lover boy?"

"dude, let it go. let him be in love with your sister. it's not like he wouldn't continue being our friend. even if he changes for her, he is still jay. our friend." jake says. your brother rolls his eyes.

"if you hate it and want to unfriend jay. unfriend us too. we come as a package. we might actually leave to be friends with your sister instead." sunghoon says.

"fine. fine." your brother waves them off.

back to you. jay grabs your wrist and spins you around.

"(name)."

"you were fighting again. i thought i told you, i hate whenever you or my brother fights."

"i'm sorry."

you noticed the cuts and bruises on his knuckles. you tugged him and led him to the classroom. you grabbed the emergency med kit and started treating him.

"(name)." jay says. you sighed.

"it's been 2 months since you started courting me. you really haven't given up."

"my feelings for you are still very much there. i can't stop myself."

you looked up at him once you were done, "then don't stop."

he tilts his head, "what do you mean."

"i've caught feelings for you." you say.

and yes, jay very much does pull you into a kiss.

SIM JAEYUN

you swore your heart dropped the moment you heard your brother was friends with sim jaeyun.

like...your crush, sim jaeyun. the cute boy next door and your classmate? yeah, your older brother was friends with him. not only was he friends with sim jaeyun, he was also friends with the other 6 well-known boys.

your brother had actually been friends with lee heeseung since the start of the year because they were classmates but to think he met heeseung's friend group that included your crush? it was just nerve-wrecking.

the second time your heart dropped was when you overheard your brother on discord chatting with his friends.

"hey, jaeyun. how's that progress with the girl you like?" your brother asks. you heard the boys teasing jake.

"i just asked her out today." you heard jake say. you were clearly not the girl he was talking about because he never asked you out. which meant...he had someone else he liked. you felt...heartbroken.

you simply left after listening in and ran to your room and shut the door. now, remember when i said he was your neighbour? well, your room and his room were adjacent which meant you could see his window and he could see yours.

jake heard your bedroom room shut both from the discord call and in real life. he lifts his head up to see you crying. his eyes widened.

"hey, i don't want to pry into your family affairs but i know how protective you are of (name) but umm, she's crying." jake says.

"oh. i'll check up on her. give me like 5 minutes and i'll be back. you guys can continue playing. thanks for telling, jaeyun." your brother goes to check up on you. jake could see how you opened to door and noticed how your brother talked a little before pulling you into a hug.

jake frowns. maybe he should've gone over to comfort you instead of telling your brother.

the next day, you went to school and jake comes up to you.

"hey, umm. are you okay? i saw your brother comforting you." you hummed barely answering him.

jake was confused. usually you'd answer him. he just ignores it and simply reasoned that maybe you just didn't feel too okay still. after school, the boys were invited to your house since your brother wanted to hang out with them.

"hey, (name)!" sunghoon says when notices you coming out from your room. you gave him a small sad smile and left for the kitchen. sunghoon pouts. "what happened to her?"

"you guys know she had a crush right?"

"yeah. she used to always happily describe him and talk about him a lot. it was cute, it makes me wish i was her crush!" sunoo says.

"well, she found out her crush liked someone else so she's just heartbroken."

"what? that guy sucks. he doesn't understand how lucky he is to have (name) crushing on him!" sunghoon says.

"well, we shouldn't bring this up anymore. let her heal. i'll try my best to make her happy." your brother says. they nodded.

"(brother name), i'm gonna run to the convenience store. we ran out of snacks." you peaked your head to living room. your brother nods. you went to buy your snacks.

it was a lie though. there were still snacks in the pantry, you wanted to get out of the house since jake was there. it was suffocating for you to be in the same room as him. you did go to the park near your home for some fresh air. there was a playground there with a swing set. you sat there.

"i should've known that he wouldn't like me back. i was an idiot."

"i need to find a way to avoid him. right, how do i avoid jake." you huffed kicking the ground beneath you.

you heard someone settling on the swing next to you.

"so you were trying to avoid me." you realised who it was. you lift your head up to notice it was jake.

"what? i wasn't avoiding you."

"cut the crap. why were you avoiding me?"

"i wasn't."

"alright then. why were you planning to avoid me?"

you looked away from jake, already feeling tears stinging at your eyes. you heard the swing rustle and you felt him kneeling in front of you. you sniffled once a tear falls. jake grabs your hand.

"are you sad because your crush doesn't like you back?" you nod at his words.

"do you want me to beat him up?"

"how could you?"

"hmm?"

"how could you punch yourself?" you looked up at him.

"you like me?" jake mutters.

"for so fucking long but now i have to give that up because you love someone else. someone who isn't me. which means i have to sacrifice my feelings for you to be happy."

"how did you know i like someone?"

"you want to know how? i overheard that discord call. my brother asked how your progress with your crush went and you said you asked her out. i only assumed she accepted you."

"i only said that because i have to lie to your brother about me having feelings for you."

"you have f-feelings for me?"

"for so long, my love."

PARK SUNGHOON

your older brother was an ice skater. which meant you've been supporting him on his competitions ever since you were young. it was rare for there to be male ice skaters but that didn't mean your brother was the only one.

at a young age, you were acquainted with someone of your age. simply because well your brother knew him as well.

"(name). this is sunghoon, my best friend here in the academy. we also go to the same school! oh and he is the same age as you." your brother says.

when your eyes met with the boy, you swore you've fell in love at first sight. okay maybe at the age of 10, you were just in awe by him and how cute he looked. after all, you were still young and didn't really understand the concept of falling in love.

however, you knew by the age of 15. you were definitely crushing on park sunghoon.

you were now 20. sunghoon has gone to college so it was rare of you to really see him since he was focusing on his education more than his ice skating career. this meant, he wasn't around at all. you missed his little shy and cute smile.

"(name), i'm back!" your brother calls out. you gasp and gave him a big hug. it was finally winter break and your brother had came back from college. you too had just came back about a day earlier than your brother.

"how have you been holding with your lectures? are the modules hard?" your brother asks endearingly. you laughed.

"hey, i'm the 15 year old girl anymore. i'm already 20."

"well, of course but college is hard. as your brother, i must know so that i can cheer you up or possibly give you words of encouragement."

"you're the best (brother name)." you hugged him.

and then, you hear the door knock. your brother goes to open it. that's when you realise, it was sunghoon and well a few other boys you didn't know.

"hey! it's been so long!" your brother hugs sunghoon before hugging the other boys.

the other boys stared at you like you were some foreign object.

"oh right, boys. this is (name). my little sister. (name), that is heeseung, jake, sunoo, ni-ki, jay and jungwon."

you shyly waved at them.

"dude, i didn't know your sister was hot-" jake gets smacked by jay. sunghoon glares at the boy. your brother laughs.

"sorry about jake, he is a bit...on the party animal side. he also umm hasn't well how do i say..."

"gotten pussy." ni-ki blatantly says. sunoo smacks the younger male.

"yah! nishimura, don't just blurt things like that!"

what the boys didn't expect was for you to just laugh. it seems like you quite fit them and they loved that about you. you were as chill as your older brother.

coincidentally later on, the rest of the boys went out to buy something. which left you and sunghoon alone in the house.

"it's been a while." sunghoon says. you were kinda shocked to hear him start the conversation since he usually didn't start it.

"look at you, i see you've grown quite a bit. i guess college has taught you well huh." you teased.

"well kinda. jay and jake are usually the ones who push my introvert limits." sunghoon says. you nod.

"that's great that you're stepping out of your comfort zone. i'm gonna assume...you went to college parties?"

"one or two."

"wow, must be fun. i usually just get buried under piles of books to study." you pout. "but i'd rather get my diploma first than party."

"so you've never been to a party?" sunghoon asks.

"not at all. though my college friends do kinda force me to go but i just shrug them off and tell them i have some studying to do."

sunghoon hums, "honestly, partying was never my thing. i simply just follow jay and jake. it's quite boring really. especially with all those college girls trying to initiate something."

your heart clenches. right. there was a possibility sunghoon might have a college girlfriend while you're out here nerding your life away behind textbooks and papers.

"i see. well, i guess you're really popular with the ladies if they keep coming up to you." you nudged him. he chuckles.

"yeah but i don't really like any of them. besides..." he faces you and whispers, "they aren't you."

you swore your heart drops when you heard those words.

"what?"

"i said...they aren't you. i like you (name)."

"sunghoon." he reaches his hand out to cup your cheek.

"i really really like you."

you were melting at his words, "i like you too."

his eyes flicker down to your lips and it's like you could tell, he was asking for consent in kissing you. with one simple nod, he leans in and your lips touched his.

just then the door swings opens and reveals the boys. to which, sunoo squeals and your brother gasping. you have never pulled away so fast in your life. sunghoon blushes as he gets caught.

"I KNEW IT, YOU TWO HAVE SOME CRUSHING ON EACH OTHER!" your brother yells. guess, you'd have to explain everything to him.

KIM SUNOO

you and your twin brother have always had a close relationship. he had always made sure you'd never spilt any tears. until he was sick one day and couldn't come to primary school (or middle school).

you were left alone and so you spent your day quietly eating. however, you were suddenly pushed to the ground by some boy. he had never earned the courage to bully you because your brother was around.

"you! your brother is so annoying! he tries too hard to please the teacher!" the boy yells. you whimper and cower in fear. already shaking at the thought of being hit once again.

but before the boy could even lay a finger on you, you heard someone yell.

"yah! you! stop bullying girls! you jealous freak show! i already reported this to the teacher who makes her rounds here!"

you heard footsteps running as fast as possible and light footsteps coming up to you.

"hey, are you okay? do you want to visit the nurse's office?" you looked up. the boy holds out his hand, "my name is sunwoo but uhh usually people write my name a little funny so you can use sunoo instead if it's easier!"

from then on, you became friends with the boy. even your brother became friends with him. all because he was thankful for sunoo.

fast forward to years later, on your coming of age celebration...

"yah yah! you need to calm down on the alcohol young lady!" your brother pats your back. you smiled at him.

"(brother name), you should reallyyyy try this. it gets you all goofy and feeling warm!"

"that's because you drank 2 bottles! oh my god, this wasn't supposed to happen." your brother huffs. "sunoo, could you please bring my sister back into her room? i need to clean this place up. our parents are coming home tomorrow!"

"of course." sunoo helps to pull you up. he carefully brings you over to your bed. you giggled.

"sunooooo, you're sooooo pretty." you say. sunoo snickers.

"thank you but you're way prettier, angel."

"naurrr, you're so pretty and it's unfair. i wish i had a boyfriend as pretty as you."

"you've been hanging out with jake hyung too much." he pats your head, "and you can have a boyfriend as pretty as me, angel."

"but they won't be you!"

he hums, "you're right. they aren't me." he tries to tuck you into bed.

"babyyyyy. i don't want to sleep~" you whined. sunoo blushes.

"(name). we aren't dating, you shouldn't call me that." sunoo pats your head.

"we aren't dating?" you start to tear up and sunoo panics.

"hey, wait wait. don't cry. i just...don't want to confess to you when you're drunk. besides, this isn't a very romantic way for you to even find out i like you."

"i am not drunk!"

"sure you aren't"

"i am not!"

"alright then. if you aren't drunk, will you remember this tomorrow morning?"

"yes-" you felt sunoo's lips against yours.

did you remember it the next morning? yes. you did. was sunoo your boyfriend now? yup.

YANG JUNGWON

you had recently joined the photography club. why did you do so? well, you see you loved photography and the art of it. you were always so intrigued by the process and how they really truly captured the moment.

your older brother was in the rugby club (or american football) he was quite the star player. of course, he wasn't the only one. the whole team was. however, one particular boy had caught your eye. he was different. he didn't exactly look like he would be terrifying or even really play rugby but he proved everyone wrong when he became the captain of the team.

yang jungwon, that was his name.

one day, you were assigned to permanently become the team's photographer.

"oh look, it's you." your brother says as soon as you walked onto the grass field. you rolled your eyes.

"ah really, just when i didn't want to see your cocky face."

"funny when we both have the same parents." your brother comments.

the team simply looks between the both of you, confused. the coach of the team introduces you.

"last thing, you can probably guess. our star player here and our photographer are siblings."

"i am the big brother and she's the little sister." your brother proudly admits.

"yeah, as if that isn't obvious. your teammates aren't stupid, (brother name)."

your brother rolls his eyes. the coach laughs.

"alright alright. seems like there will be something exciting to listen to every session." your brother huffs. his teammates laughing and patting his back. "how about i show you around the place first before you start your first work for our team, (name)?"

"oh thank you."

what you fail to notice was how jungwon was staring at you.

"yo, skipper. you good there? our photographer caught your eye?" jake slings his arm around jungwon. jungwon shakes his head.

the skipper: it means captain of rugby or American football (I searched on the internet okay. google better not make a fool out of me😀)

"she's just our photographer, she's here for work so there should be nothing between any of us and her. you can be her friend but our main priority is to win the championship. no distractions."

"damn, didn't take you for being an anti-romantic. you should've just said you don't like her and end it there." jake says.

fast forward to possibly a few weeks later, you've taken a ton of photos of the boys during their trainings and competitions. it was also used in your school's website and newsletter. your name was credited just below the picture and you were happy with what you've achieved.

trainings had just ended and it started raining heavily. unfortunate for you but your brother had plans with his cheerleader girlfriend so you didn't have any way home and well you didn't have any umbrella with you. you quietly wait for the rain to become lighter. you watched the skies, it was really weirdly pretty. you took out your camera and snapped a few photos.

"isn't it just rain, why are you taking photos of it." a voice says. you get get startled before quickly realising it was jungwon. his hair was still a little wet from showering.

"oh, i guess but i think it's a little pretty. the clouds, the pouring rain. take it like a sad photo since rain is usually associated with sadness." you say. "ah, sorry. i was blabbering some nonsense wasn't i?”

jungwon shakes his head, "it's just something you're passionate about. it's alright to talk about it."

"well, i overheard you say that it's kinda stupid and lame-" you gasp and cover your mouth. "sorry." you looked away. jungwon nervously bites his lips.

"i don't think it's stupid."

"oh." you couldn't face the boy.

"look i'm sorry if you overheard that. i just never really understood why you like photography when it's just taking pictures. it's kinda boring really."

"it's okay. not everyone can like photography. this is something i've done dearly since this is only thing that shows i am my own person. rather than me being known as (brother name)'s little sister."

it was silent between the both of you.

"want me to walk you home?" jungwon asks. you looked up at him.

"no it's okay. i'll just wait until it stops raining." jungwon pulls out his umbrella and grabs your camera bag.

"come on." he says.

your heart races. that was just one encounter with jungwon, there was many more that happened after. it seems like you had been spending more time with him. sometimes he even poses for the pictures that you were taking. you jokingly scold him since it was supposed to be a natural photo of them doing their own things during training.

"let me see the photo, miss photographer." jungwon steps forward. you giggled and try to hide the camera from him.

"nooo, it's not for you to see!"

"you were taking photos of me secretly, how am i supposed to not want to see them!"

"they were taken in secret for a reason, captain!" jungwon smirks.

"in that case." he tickles you. you laughed and tried to get away from him.

"yo, cap! training is starting soon. sorry to cut your cute moment with our photographer or should i say girlfriend~~" sunoo yells. jungwon glares at sunoo.

"can you guys stop calling (name), jungwon's girlfriend? it makes me have goosebumps and not in a good way. it's disgusting to think my friend and my sister are dating."

jungwon smirks, "really, hyung? that's an interesting fact to learn about because well...you see...although she's not my girlfriend yet." jungwon lifts you from the ground and kisses you.

the whole team was cheering and yelling.

"oh my god, you go captain!!!"

NISHIMURA RIKI

dancing has always yours and your brother's dream. the both of you had always hold classes and became choreographers. it just so happens that after so long, your brother was finally able to chase his dreams. he became a trainee and was now a temporary backup dancer for HYBE.

though you didn't continue to follow your dreams, you had still were managing dance classes here and there. eventually, you yourself became a quite known choreographer. your brother made his debut shortly after in 2022. he was a backup for enhypen a few times so he became friends with the boys. he was closest with the jungwon since they were the same age.

"look at you. you've gone from being a backup dancer of ENHYPEN to an actual idol."

"hard work pays off." your brother smirks. you smiled and pat his back. you heard a knock at the dressing room door. a few heads popped in and that's when you realise, it was the ENHYPEN members.

"congrats on your debut!!" jungwon hugs your brother.

"thank you! it's been so long!"

"who is this? is she your-"

"sister. she's my little sister." you bowed.

"hello, i am (name)." you heard sunoo gasp.

"isn't she that choreographer that became really famous because she's only 17??"

you shyly smiled, "that's me."

"OOO i really loved the choreo you did to 'kill bill' by SZA! it was really a work of art!!" sunoo excitedly says. you thanked him.

"wait how did you say she was?" heeseung asks.

"17. she's 17."

you noticed a few smirks, "ni-ki san~" jake says.

ni-ki deadpans, "hyung, can you not."

you couldn't lie. you did admire ni-ki as an artist. he was a talented boy and he did kinda follow the same dreams as you. to see him this up close, you didn't expect for him to be so good looking and tall. it made your heart jump a little.

"umm, i do admire your dance style and dance a lot. you're a really great dancer." you say.

"ooo ni-ki got a compliment~~"

ni-ki blushes. he shoves jake. your brother laughs.

"okay, that's enough. thank you for coming today. i'm sure you guys are extremely busy. i have a debut stage to record soon."

"are you kicking us out (brother name)?"

"i am not. it's just...the staff are kinda rushing me and my members are quite literally staring at you guys because they need to change."

"oh my god, why didn't you tell me. this isn't professional of you, you're holding up your members from changing!"

"well we had a longer time but the staff cut it short so they need to cha-"

"save it. i'll get going. enjoy your time and don't forget to eat."

"yes, (name). i will do so. you're acting like a big sister."

"well, you were never one to take care of yourself and you overwork a lot sooo, i have to take care of you."

"such a sweet little sister." your brother ruffles your hair. he goes to look at the ENHYPEN members.

"thank you guys for coming once again."

"any time. you were always a hardworking guy and you encouraged us a lot so it's only right we come to visit you." jay says.

your phone rings, "oh, alright i'll be over soon." you end the call.

"i have to go now. classes are starting a little early today. don't forget to call me, (brother name)."

"yes (name). enjoy your time teaching the class. my little choreographer." you smiled.

after that, you never really see enhypen again. that is until, they came to your classes. you heard a knock.

"yes-" you gasp. "surprise seeing you guys today. are you the students?"

"yup, you will be our teacher for today."

"well i did get a notified from HYBE that i will be choreographing your side song so...it's great to see you guys again."

"so what have you planned for us?"

"it's still being polished but i can show you guys what i have so far."

"that would be great."

you played their song and showed what you had choreographed for it. the boys were in awe. they were so surprised that you choreographed this all by yourself.

"that's about it."

"i really don't get why companies don't come up to you and ask if you want to be a choreographer for their company." sunghoon says.

"they would have to pay top money for me." you smirked.

"that's right. taught you soooo well." jake says.

"you met her once jake. how would raise her?" jay says.

"the same way i raised ni-ki!"

so for the past few weeks of polishing and teaching the boys the choreography, it was finally able to be shown to the public. you clapped once they all finished it and fell to the ground.

"good job, boys." the staff clapped along with you. "here enjoy some drinks i bought for you while you guys were practicing."

the boys happily took the drinks. ni-ki was the last one to grab his drink, his hands linger on yours for a little longer. he winks at you before going over to sit with the boys.

now it was no surprise there was this weird tension between you and ni-ki but it was also partly because well...the both of you were secretly dating. he confessed last week and now you've been dating the boy for about 10 days now. you chose to keep it a secret because well for one, the boys would tease ni-ki and two, your brother was quick to know because jungwon and him were close.

"so did we do well?" jake asks. you giggled and nod.

"yes, you did extremely well. you executed my choreography way better than i did."

"i don't think we can do that, (name). you were the blueprint and we just added our own style." heeseung says.

"that's true which means you made it even better."

ni-ki smiles, he watches you intently. he wanted to sit next to you but sunghoon and jay were already sitting next to you.

"ni-ki, what do you have to say? we did great right?"

"yeah, we did." you smiled at his words.

"woah, what's with this staring at each other. ni-ki, (name). is there something going on between you two? something we should know of?" jungwon says. you shook your head.

"it's nothing. just an inside joke me and ni-ki have. you wouldn't understand."

"damn. this is a dancer thing isn't it! that's unfair, i wanna know about it too!" jake huffs.

the day ends quickly, enhypen went back to their dorms and you went home. you texted ni-ki making sure that it was okay to facetime him. once he says it was fine, you called him. the boy appears on the screen. he was laying in his bed.

"hi." he says. you chuckled.

"hey, boyfriend."

"never going to get used to hearing you say that."

"what do you mean, you were the one who confessed. why are you shy about me calling you boyfriend? we are dating." you say.

"YOU SAID WHAT?" you heard sunoo yell. your boyfriend gasps. "JUNGWON CALL (NAME)'S BROTHER NOW. OUR YOUNGEST AND HIS SISTER ARE DATING."

"ALREADY CALLING HIM AS WE SPEAK!" jungwon yells. ni-ki facepalms.

"i didn't know they were listening in i swear."

"it's okay. it's surprise we even managed to hide this for 10 days."

"you're right." ni-ki shyly smiles. "i umm love you by the way."

"love you too."

"YAH YANG JUNGWON, THE KIDS JUST SAID I LOVE YOU TO EACH OTHER! THIS GOING WAY TOO FAST!" sunoo yells.

yup, this was going to be fun.

#MY GOD #THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE #to type this much is actually a surprise to me #this is probably like maybe 3K worth or something #NOPE OKAY ITS 6K WORTH #YOUR WELCOME😀 #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen imagine #enhypen headcannon #enhypen headcanons #enhypen x reader #enhypen x reader imagines #heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung imagine #jay #jay imagines #jay imagine #jongseong #jongseong imagines #jongseong imagine #jake #jake imagines #jake imagine #jaeyun #jaeyun imagines #jaeyun imagine #sunghoon #sunghoon imagines

[cauldron-of-oddities]

Because you can't tell me otherwise, these two like to play, and like a good challenge.

It starts like this: he lost his cuff with his hourglass symbol in a fight, Jinx found it when she came to check out what happened. Sentiment made her pick it up, and maybe she could rile him up a bit.

They're not actively each other's enemy (there are other dangers and worries these days and a common enemy) but they steer well clear of the other, but every so now and then they cross paths.

Next time they meet, she teases him “Missing something?” While flicking a new little braid just behind her ear over her shoulder where she's put the cuff. “Want it back? Come and get it."

Why did she start? She couldn't give a straight answer if she tried. In the end, it boils down to this: He was her friend, her playmate, and she's bored and, if honest, still wants some form of connection.

He steals it back. Why? He could just make a new one. But this offers just the littlest of connections, a throwback to his friend, that he can't help but want to indulge in. Also, if she's distracted by him, less of a chance for her to cause harm to others. And if he's honest, he misses their games, the fun they used to have.

She doesn't really put up a fight for it. She wants him to take it back; he's missing something that makes him, him. Silly as that seems.

“It's part of you, completes the look.” followed by “Watch out, I'll get it back next time” - he's shocked, dare he say it almost sounded like a challenge (and a flirt). Would he and Powder have played such games if the explosion never happened?

So he takes a gamble, and well, they'd always loved a good game, so he's down to play. To show it; he adds a piece.

Next time they meet, she skims past him and, like she said, steals the cuff right off of him. He'll give her and him this. He slows time for a moment and puts a cuff in her pouch with her symbol on it.

His is silver in colour, hers is copper. Before she slips away with her prize, he tells her “Looked good on you too."

She finds the new cuff when refilling her pouch. Jinx does not want to admit how that makes her feel. To still be thought of, and not just as Powder or the memory of, but as Jinx, sure as day that's her symbol.

With that, the game begins properly. The extra shorter little braid becomes a thing. Both cuffs are on it, and she dares him to take them from her. He succeeds. And the time after that, she from him, both having fun teasing the other. And so it goes for a while. Until it goes wrong.

She may not be fighting him or the firelights, but she sure as hell isn't taking them into consideration. When they end up in a fight with the same chem baron, it goes almost terribly wrong when she launches one of her bombs. Those with him barely escaped the blast radius.

He is beyond angry at her, rightfully so. He can't, he knew he was playing with fire, but he had hoped something was changing, to have her do exactly what he feared, broke something in him. He has the cuffs at the moment. There will be no game, not any more. He throws them at her. “Keep ‘em, I'm not playing anymore!"

At first, she's angry, too. If stupid boy saviour didn't want them, then she didn't either. She leaves them where they fell. She fumes for a good few hours before she realises she's all alone again, but for her voices, who tell her she once again ruined everything. Frantic, she searches the area where they'd landed. They're scuffed but still there. And she pickes them up like precious treasure.

This game, this one good thing, this fun thing, it's something stable, something that reminds her she's not entirely alone, there's still one person who will actually look at her, play with her, touch her, even if it's brief. It's something she wants, something that engages her, makes her feel alive without all the destruction. It made her feel human.

And now it's gone.

There's no getting close to him. He avoids her like the plague. It hurts. Even if they still share the same battles.

At some point, Ekko gets kicked off his hoverboard and gets knocked out. Jinx is the one to pull him out of harm's way. When he comes to, the other firelights are with him.

“That menace pulled you to safety, we thought she'd done something but, well you're ok.” Later when he's back home he finds both his and her cuff in his pocket and a crumpled piece of paper, a doodle of an explosion on it with an x crossed through it and green bugs flying around.

And he knows it's her way of saying sorry, that broke him a little more. One silly little game with your ‘not quite enemy anymore’/‘once upon a time friend’ carries all that meaning, all that longing, and just the smalest bit of hope, it's that one remaining connection he has and fuck the baggage he wants to hold on.

He's wearing the cuffs again. The grin that lights her up is something to behold. For a moment, he thinks he's maybe made a mistake when she takes out something, a mini grenade? She dropped it between them. “Playtime!” A puff of smoke rises and clears quickly. She's standing a little bit away, putting the cuffs in her hair. “Were ya worried?” Her voice sounds small and a bit thick with emotion. “I can play safe.” Her voice cleared up a moment later. “Call your bugs away. This ship's going boom.”

The ship of shimmer does indeed explode, but not before those he was with were out of range.

It's his turn to steal them back, and he does something the others would call him stupid for, but he misses her and she kept her promise and well he's wanted to do this since he was twelve.

He kisses her, just a quick brush of lips as he flies by on his hoverboard, slowing time just for a moment, but she's thoroughly stunned. It's an easy steal.

“Want them back? Come and get them.” He echoes back at her. She definitely wants to steal them back, the kiss too.

The game gets infinitely more fun after that.

#time for random plot ideas #timebomb #ekko x jinx #The games they played #something lighthearted

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More Than Friends - Xavier Thrope x Reader

Summary - A game of spin the bottle with your friends goes awry and you end up having to share the space of a very small closet with your crush.

Warnings - kissing and very hard pining

Word Count - 2.7k

a/n - i’m such a whore for xavier omfg

!gif not mine!

You watched patiently as the bottle spun around and around, waiting to take its next victim. Spin the bottle was a common game among your friend group. It of course had its own tweaks and touches to make it either more interesting or less awkward, but the bottle part always stayed the same. This chilly Friday night with your friends had been started early in your dorm room, but you had hung out for so long it was now getting into the deep hours of the night. It was so late in fact that the moon decided to show its bright light through your large, colored window, in which Enid lovingly decorated herself. 

You had originally suggested the famous game to your group, and without hesitation, the bottle was brought out. The thing was, your group consisted of a pair of exes, multiple pairs of crushes, and some outliers like Yoko, who couldn’t care less about dating. Therefore, rules had been discussed among you all in order to keep the tension down and morale up. They were simple little rules, actually. The game was a cross between spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven, which was very popular amongst the people who wanted a chance to spend time with their crush, “up close and personal”, as Enid would say. The way you play is: a person, doesn’t matter who, spins the bottle in the middle of the circle. Whoever the bottle lands on must go out to the hall and wait until the group calls you back in to go into the closet. Meanwhile, the group deliberates, and together they decide who “the chosen one” will spend 7 minutes with in the closet. Once the person is chosen, they go into the closet first, the chosen joins them, and the 7 minutes begin. Simple! Usually those inside would spend their time joking away just like they would if they were back in the group, so it’s always a party favorite between you all. No hard feelings, no broken hearts, just good ol’ friendly fun. 

On this night, having friendly fun wasn’t the only plan in mind. Enid had been flirting with Ajax for months, him reciprocating, and she would always come home with stories of how he brushed her hand in class or how she caught him staring at her over his book. Your friend group was all aware of their mutual crushes on each other, because it was so painfully obvious, and yet neither of them made any moves. This madness went on for months, far too many according to your friends, and so tonight was the night. They needed a small push in the right direction, and surely being stuck in a closet with each other would change things. Your friends all agreed to this plan before meeting up in your dorm earlier today, so everyone was seemingly on board, besides those who needed to think it wasn’t a setup, of course.

Once the bottle started spinning around the circle, there was no going back. You smiled at each of your friends, a mischievous tone taking over the room and they all watched the bottle in unison. To your surprise, when you looked to Xavier, he was staring right back at you. He gave you a subtle wink from across the circle, then returned to watching it. In that moment, your heart dropped. How could you have forgotten? Usually when you all played this, everyone had a turn, and recently, you had spilled to your friends that you had a massive crush on the tall, brown-headed boy across from you. He was oblivious, as boys are, but you knew that when it came to your turn, they would likely force you into the closet with him. Not that you’d complain, per se, but the thought of being close to him in such an intimate space made you have heart palpitations. The reaction your body had when he winked at you gave you proof. It was hard to keep calm around him, and even your cheeks portrayed that. Stupid blushing. You’ll just have to somehow convince your friends to pair you with someone else. Without him knowing. Great. 

The plan you made up sounds totally implausible, which makes you panic more than just a little when the bottle slows down and begins to point to you. Thanks to some universal force or something, however, it slinks right past you and lands on Enid. Score! Your friends all exchange looks as she walks out to the hallway, giving you a look on the way out. Once the thick wooden door slammed shut, you all began to deliberate with each other. Though the answer was painfully clear already, something must’ve been in the air that night, because Xavier piped up, volunteering to go in the closet with Enid. He sneaked you another quick wink before you all looked over to Ajax, whose face had turned as red as a watermelon. You could’ve sworn that smoke was coming out of his ears, and if looks could kill, Xavier would’ve been dead 3 times over by now. 

“You ok with that, Jax?” Xavier asks, not being able to hold back the smile that begins to spread by the second on his face.

“You’re an ass,” is all Ajax says, crossing his arms and staring at the floor. His reaction resembles a child so badly that you all couldn’t help but giggle, which thankfully lightened the mood a bit.

“You know I’m messing with you, dude. Go get your girl.”

Ajax took that open invitation almost immediately, springing up from the floor like it was on fire. Everyone cackled at the bullshit chaos that errupted and dissipated within the span of 30 seconds, and once Ajax was in the closet with the door safely tucked closed, everyone called Enid back inside. She walked past us, muttering something about this game being stupid, and went into the closet. Once we heard the happy squeak she let out, we knew we had made a good choice and were good to mind our own business until the timer was up. Xavier took this as an opportunity to come over to your side of the circle, successfully shoving Yoko out of her spot in order to sit next to you. You rolled your eyes at him when he smiled at you triumphantly, like bickering with Yoko and taking her place was his greatest achievement in life.

“Dang, impressive. Do you plan on usurping any other spots tonight, or are you planning on staying here and annoying me for the rest of our party?” you asked, feigning annoyance. His smile only grew wider.

“Not sure. Is yours up for grabs?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes again.

“Ha ha. Very funny. Speaking of, what was that back there? Did you somehow fall in love with Enid too, or do you just enjoy taking the piss out of your best friend?”

“Oh, c’mon. Jax knows how to take a joke. Besides, don’t act like you didn’t like it. I saw you smiling,” he teased, bumping your shoulder with his own. You bumped him back, not being able to hold back your smile anymore.

“Okay, fine. It was a little funny. But you gotta give him a break at some point. Dude’s shy.”

“Yes, dear,” Xavier continued to tease, rolling his eyes at you playfully. You turned your head to look at him, and for a split second, time seemed to stop. You noticed how close your faces were, just inches away, and your breath hitched. He’s so close, and you’re doing just fine. No freaking out. It would be so easy to just lean a couple more inches, and…

The timer went off. You were snapped from your daze, feeling a bit out of it for a few more seconds before remembering where you were. You looked over at the closet along with everyone else just in time to see a very smiley Ajax and Enid, holding hands. Your group erupted into whoops and cheers, rejoicing that the pining and late night “do you think he likes me” talks were over. As the newfound couple returned to the group, the cheers died down, and Yoko leaned forward to give the bottle a new spin. Everyone started talking amongst each other again, mostly about how they were glad the two love birds had finally figured their shit out, but when the bottle came to a stop, the room fell deadly silent. It was as if some loud noise had just scared everyone at once, the way they had all abruptly stopped talking. Your attention moved from your conversation with Eugene on the other side of you to the bottle, and your heart immediately dropped into your stomach. It was pointing straight at you. 

Your eyes immediately fell on Enid as you got up to leave the room. You tried to portray everything you were feeling and everything you had been worrying about to her through your eyes, and she gave you a solid nod as the door slammed, cutting your view off. What did that mean? Was she going to stall for you so you could fake an illness? Not that you’d have to fake, the way your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Was she going to pair you with Bianca or Eugene so you could just have a nice conversation and not have to worry?

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you tried pressing your ear to the thick wood, attempting to hear anything from the other side of it. Alas, after about a minute of trying, you could still only make out mumbles. You decided to give up and mentally prepare for your fate instead, wrapping your arms around yourself and sinking to the floor up against the wall next to the door. Deep breaths. You’ve got this. After about another minute or two, you heard the door creak open. You took a breath and stood, only to be confronted with a blindfold covering your eyes. Enid wrapped the blindfold around your head and took you by your shoulders, leading you towards what you guessed was the closet door. Before letting you go, she paused, leaned down, and whispered to you.

“You’ll thank me later.”

With that and no other warning, you were shoved into the arms of someone, and the door was shut behind you. You attempted to get your bearings, pulling yourself away from the hold of the stranger who had caught you. For a few seconds, you messed with the blindfold, trying to untie it with little to no success. After a few more seconds, you heard a voice, closer than you’d like the admit to yourself.

“Let me get it.”

Xavier. Of course it was. Just your fucking luck. Breathe, breathe, it’s fine. Just your friend. It’s just your friend, Xavier. Except when he brushed your fingers away with his own to untie the blindfold himself, a spark of electricity went through your body, setting you on fire. Breathe. Everything will be fine! It’s only 7 minutes!

A few more seconds pass, and the noise from the room has subsided. Apparently everyone decided it was time for the party to be over. Dicks. Xavier finally managed to untie the blindfold, and once you were able to see once again, the first thing you’re met with is his big, beautiful green eyes. A chill rushed down your spine involuntarily, continuing to make your brain freak out, but faster. He was so close to you. So close that you could smell that paint smell that seemed to linger on him at all times. You could see every curve of his jaw, every lash on his eyelids. His perfect features, so close to you you could reach out and touch them, and god knows you almost did. Thankfully, he broke the silence.

“You’re ogoling me,” he said quietly, a joking smile pressed on his perfect lips.

“In your dreams,” you shot back, feigning the confidence you didn’t have in that moment.

“Those are the best kinds of dreams,” he said, winking at you. Your heart seemed to skip a beat at his words. Did he actually mean that? Is he fake flirting or real flirting? It was so hard to tell with him. He was one of your closest friends, but having that massive crush on him really didn’t help your critical thinking when it came to his behavior. 

“Are you flirting with me, Thorpe? What did we say about flirting?” you teased, hoping your voice wasn’t as shaking as it feels. He pretended to think for a moment, brushing his fingers along his chin and perfect, sharp jawline, before returning his gaze to you.

“Hmm. Don’t remember. Guess you’ll have to remind me,” he retorted, amused by this small little game going on.

“Guess I’ll have to remind you. Freshman year. You had a massive crush on me-”

“Slight crush,” he interrupts.

“You had a massive crush on me and couldn’t handle our play-flirting. Then, from that day forward, the ‘don’t flirt unless you mean it’ act was born. Surely you remember. Such a pity you couldn’t take my jokes. They were good, too,” you finish. The smile on his face only grew wider, and his eyes shifted from going all around your face to shifting between your eyes and your lips. You took a small breath, reminding yourself that he is your friend and he doesn’t think of you that way. Still, a part of your heart still echoed with every beat, what if?

“Ah. I remember now. Good thing I still upheld it, even in my moment of amnesia, then, huh?” he asked smugly. You blink once. Twice. Could you really be hearing this?

“What?” you ask, completely baffled.

“You having hearing troubles?” he asked, smirking at you as your brain ran circles around itself trying to comprehend what was happening.

“I’m just… lost. So to be clear, you weren’t flirting with me, yes?”

“Mmm, try again.”

“So you were flirting with me playfully and lying that you remembered the act?”

“Still not it, love.”

You blinked again. Silence fell upon you, the only sounds being your breaths mixing.

“Need me to spell it out for you?” he asked, a tone of affectionateand playful  fake-annoyance lacing his words.

All you could do was look up at his glistening green eyes and wish he really meant what he was insinuating. Before either of you could say another word, you felt Xavier’s hand snake up and rest on your neck, sort of cradling your head ever so slightly and holding you with such a delicate touch it’s as if you could break like porcelain. Slowly, giving you time to back away if you wanted, Xavier dipped his head down, attaching your lips to his. He kissed you so carefully, as to not scare you away, but when you brought your hand into his hair, he sped it up a bit. His kisses were so soft, and you could feel the most gentle and caring intentions flowing through them to you. Fireworks went off in your chest, your heart doing dances and letting your brain finally relax. Your bodies immediately became in tune with one another, dipping yourself into him and allowing him to hold you tightly, yet letting you feel so freed by his touch. It felt like he could kiss you for hours, and god, did you want him to. Every moment you connected was a moment of pure ecstasy rushing through your veins, finally discovering this feeling you had only dreamt about. Heat rushed to your cheeks, your brain finally catching up to what was happening.

When you finally pulled your face away, you both gasped for air desperately. Though you were no longer connected, your bodies still cradled each other so fiercely, it felt as if the world might end if you were to let go. After a small, comfortable silence between you, Xavier finally spoke to you again, this time in a gentle whisper.

“I think we should be more than friends,” he commented, and your smiles both grew wider than ever.

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Converse High – P.SH [박성훈] {CH. 14}

Synopsis: Shin Y/N was given the task to deliver her best friend's love letter to the shoe locker of Park Sunghan, the president of the broadcasting club. It just so happened to be that Park Sunghan's shoe box is situated right next to the shoe box of Park Sunghoon, a boy whose name had a one-syllable difference.

MONDAY 12:33 p.m. — Classroom 2-B, Decelis Academy

Chaewon shifted her eyes back and forth between Y/N and Sunghoon, inspecting both of their faces in attempt to unveil the hidden reason for the lovey-dovey aura they were both emitting— she shook her head; she was starting to sound like Eunchae.

There was no doubt that the two were pining over each other. Yes, today was the first time Sunghoon had come over to sit with them during lunch, but Chaewon immediately noticed Y/N's improved mood compared to her gloomy, uninterested self during their math lecture prior to lunch. And a very important thing to take notice of, Chaewon thought, was how quick it was for her best friend to become comfortable with the rugby star.

In Sunoo's eyes, Sunghoon had seemed different. The boy who did his best to avoid any being of the opposite sex willingly ran walked across campus to just to spend time with a girl– no, Y/N. And he was smiling! And laughing! And holding eye contact with her for more than five seconds! Sunoo would not have seen this day coming.

He smiled as he glanced between the two. His eyes then met with Chaewon who stared back at him. The two shared a knowing look, and bursted out into a fit of giggles.

"Was me tripping over the ball on the field today that funny?" Y/N glared at her friends.

"Top tier comedy." Sunoo covered up for himself and Chaewon. If he were to tell Y/N the real reason for their giggling fit, he would be met with a strong response of denial from both parties.

"Aaanyways," Y/N stretched out. "Speaking of tripping on the field, I was thinking of baking something for the rugby team to wish you guys good luck for the next game."

"Why did you associate us with tripping on the field?"

"And why are you interested in sports all of a sudden?" Y/N kicked Chaewon's leg under their conjoined desks as an answer to her question.

"Because the film club's room looks out onto the field, and I just happened to be by the window when I saw you trip over air during practice."

Sunghoon choked on his yogurt drink and quickly retorted, "Did not!"

"Yes you did!" Sunghoon pressed his index finger into Y/N's forehead and pushed her head back.

"If I knew you two were gonna flirt all lunch, I would have went to the cafeteria with Jungwon instead." Sunoo rolled his eyes in petty disgust.

"We are not flirting!" Ah, there it is. The simultaneous protest from both of them.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sunoo leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, swinging his leg over the other.

"Oh! Lunch is almost over. I should get going." Sunghoon stood up from the desk he occupied and collected his trash. "Is it okay if I come back again tomorrow?"

"Of course!" A quick response from Y/N.

"Make sure to bring Jay or someone else with you, too."

"Why?"

"So I have someone to distract me from you two being nauseatingly sweet to each other."

"Maybe I should invite someone too." Chaewon follows along. Y/N shoots her an 'are you serious' face while separating the four desks that they pushed together for their lunch table. Y/N then looked at Sunghoon and caught his attention by calling his name out.

"Yes?" he yelped with a slight shoulder jump. Sunoo failed to hold in his little spurt of laughter.

"Do you prefer chocolate or vanilla?"

"Oh! Uh, I prefer vanilla, but I like them both."

"Great." she smiled. Sunghoon stared for a second before breaking into a soft smile himself. The moment was ruined because of the fake gags heard next to them. Sunghoon shot an annoyed glance at Sunoo before making his way towards the door. He waved at Y/N before taking off in the direction of his next class.

"They're not even a couple yet, and I'm already tired of them." Sunoo whispers to Chaewon. She laughs quietly before agreeing with the nod of her head.

MONDAY 3:45 p.m. — Film Club Room, Decelis Academy

Y/N lightly jumped in place to hype herself up. She looked down at the familiar pink envelope and glossy heart sticker on the tab. This was another one of Chaewon's letters, her third delivery. She was caught the last two times, so this time Y/N was extra cautious.

"Okay, Y/N, third time's a charm. Channel your inner James Bond." She breathed deeply before peeping her head out of the sliding door. None of the other girls were in the room yet, as they were busy retrieving different props and helping Danielle carry her fabrics, costume WIPs and other miscellaneous things from around the school. Chaewon, who had been with Y/N prior to being left alone, ventured off to find their club supervisor.

Y/N stepped out of the classroom and sneakily but speedily made her way to the shoe lockers. She glanced around to make sure nobody was in close proximity. She walked backwards towards Sunghan's locker, still keeping a lookout for people. There shouldn't be too many people in the halls; the bell had rung fifteen minutes ago, and those who had stayed behind were in their respective classrooms for club activities, including the rugby team who occupied the field.

Y/N reached locker #19 and prepared herself to slip the letter in. Before continuing on with her mission, Y/N's eyes landed on locker #20: 'Park Sunghoon 박성훈' was engraved on a thin metal plate that was slipped into the locker's name slot. She felt a small smile forming on her face as her loving eyes lingered on his name.

She rubbed her fingers over the smooth surface of the letter in her hands and immediately snapped out of her trance. Y/N slipped the letter into the locker and dusted her hands off as if she was done completing a hard task.

"Y/N?" A voice called out. There had only been one person who caught her the last two times she was on delivery duty. Her main objective–besides helping Chaewon get a partner–was to not get caught in the act... but maybe getting caught wasn't so bad if he was the one showing up every time.

"Oh! Sung–" Y/N paused when her eyes landed on the boy's face. "–han?" She then felt a wave of embarrassment crawl up her face. She widened her eyes in terror; Sunghan stared back at her, frozen in his spot.

"This isn't what it looks like! I'm just the messenger, I swear!" Y/N dashed past him. Déjà vu, much? Except this time, she was stopped. Not with physical force, but with three words.

"I like you!" Y/N's chest heaved up and down with her heavy breaths. She cautiously turned her head and made eye contact with the boy. As if one time wasn't enough, Sunghan repeated himself. "I like you." Yeah, no, she couldn't handle this. Y/N apologized to him telepathically before continuing to run towards safety (the film club room).

"Y/N! Wait!"

If Sakura were here to witness what just happened, she would have let Y/N know that this was not a pro gamer move at all.

Y/N burst through the door, and the room that was once empty was suddenly filled with all of her club members.

"Oh! Where were you?" Y/N doesn't respond to Danielle and grabs her bag instead, running towards the room's open window.

"Sorry girls, I gotta run home! I'm gonna, uh, crap my pants! Yeah! Bye!" Y/N swung her legs over the window and jumped out, thanking the school's office for assigning them a ground-level classroom for their club.

"Been there, done that."

"Eunchae??"

"Oh! There's Chaewon!" Danielle announced. "Where were you? Were you with Y/N?"

"Huh? Oh, I was just looking for our supervisor. I found her in the office."

"But you came from the left? I thought the office was just straight down from this room."

"Yeah, I just took a detour."

"Where to?"

"Nowhere special. Just stopped by the shoe lockers."

Extra #13! Peeking into Chaewon's Twitter...📲🐦

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[er9zione]

𝓗.𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵

— pairing: chester x female ! reader .

— no warnings .

synopsis : your best friend chester dragged you to a party with him, despite knowing you don’t enjoy partying that much. he literally begged you to go with him, and in the end, he was able to make you play some games with him.

— for : @/andreea-ds .

“please, y/n! just a few games and then we’ll go home.” begged chester, your best friend, holding you tight by the hand. “fine, let’s just play.” you sighed, following him. he led you to your friends all gathered in circle around a small table. “we’re going to play seven minutes in heaven! you all know the rules, right? well then, let’s start now!” exclaimed rosa, putting her leaf-shaped keychain into gray’s hat, kindly offered by gray himself who wasn’t playing; after her, everyone followed and put something into the hat. colette called and asked the waiter to bring them an empty bottle, that was then placed on the table and spun around. “y/n, the game starts with you!”

“okay, so…” you closed your eyes while colette handed you the hat, well kept between her hands, for you to pick up something. your fingers started rummaging through the different shaped objects, waiting for something to get your attention. “i choose this.” you opened your eyes to see a little bell attached to a red string. you gently moved your fingers for the bell to make a sweet sound, you loved it. “that’s mine!” said happily chester, and then continued. “i guess we’re really meant to be together!” you laughed at his words while getting up from the couch you were playing on. rosa led you to a small room next to the restrooms of the club and pushed you inside. “the seven minutes starts now, have fun!” and with that she went back to the others. now it was just you and chester, alone and away from everyone and everything, you could only hear the muffled music the dj was playing.

“are you having fun?” chester asked, a little smirk placed on his lips as he watched you. “not really, but i guess playing this game was a good thing, because now i’m with you.” you whispered leaning into his ear in an attempt to flirt with him. he got the hint and stepped towards you, forearms up against the cold surface of the room and you were trapped between the wall and his chest, but you didn’t complain. “y/n…there’s this thing i wanted to tell you for so long, but i guess i was a coward back then.” he laughed slightly, trying to not feel the pressure of the words he wanted to say. “just tell me, chester.” you started. “you know you can tell me anything…i want to be the one you feel at ease with, even in saying important things.” you brought your hand on his cheek, your thumb sliding down to his bottom lip, tracing its perfect shape as the boy watched amused, before speaking again.

“i love you, y/n.” he said firmly, he knew the weight of his words but, he knew you would accept his feelings. “i love you too, chest—” you were cut off by his lips onto yours, telling you to just enjoy the moment. but as you were about to deepen the kiss, a loud voice you recognized as rosa’s, interrupted you.

“alright you two! the seven minutes are over.”

© er9zione

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[glambyk]

I’m about half way through the kdrama Nevertheless… and Miss Na-bi kinda annoying me 😫. Now I completely understand her, and she is a real ass relatable character, but I’m ready to hop in the show and sit her down with some perspective and advice at this point.

That ex was EXTREME trash!!! From the power dynamic, gaslighting, control, humiliation, flat out emotional abuse. He can go to hell 🤷🏽‍♀️. He did a complete number on her mental/emotional state and self esteem. She seriously needed to focus on herself before all the things with Jae-eon.

Now, I don’t feel either of them are terrible people, since so far I can see each perspective (Na-bi’s more due to inner monologuing). She needed to listen to those tingling thoughts to back off Jae-eon because she was not ready to entertain him. He’s not the type of guy you entertain when you have fresh trauma. Anything anyone said about him, she took it as gospel and shaped who he was as a person off that. She also was simultaneously creating a fantasy in her head about him as well. I get immediate attraction, but she got way too invested from the first moment, then when she knew their ideas on relationships weren’t lining up, she needed to let it go.

As much as she accused Jae-eon of playing a game and not caring or being too casual… she was playing the game too. The situation was laid out in front of her and she proceeded to engage. She judged every comment he made, but also wasn’t being real with herself and communicating because she wanted to stay in her fantasy bubble. She didn’t want anyone to know they were close, but was upset when people caught on, and then was mad at him about other people’s comments. People were talking shit about him as well, but she glossed over that and deemed it acceptable, since she literally doesn’t consider him to have feelings. It comes off as Na-bi not seeing Jae-eon as his own person due to projecting a lot of her issues onto him and hanging on to everyone else’s opinions. There was no point in doing anything with him if she was going to obsessively work herself up over every little thing related to him.

Jae-eon gave immediate fuck boy vibes. He’s a big flirt and a general decent guy though, so he’s a more likable fboy type. His attraction to Na-bi’s looks and personality hooked him, so he ran his usual game, but I was pleased to see him be clear about the dating/relationship stance. My problem is once you start having sex with someone, you need to be up front about hooking up with others as well. Don’t play with folks health like that, and give them the chance to opt out if they don’t like the setup. So far I can’t tell if he’s having sex with Seol-a as well, but assuming so, that’s the part he needed to be clear with Na-bi about. And names didn’t even have to be shared, but transparency on sex partners would’ve been better. However, Jae-eon wasn’t being an asshole to Na-bi, or playing her out in my opinion seeing as how he already stated he doesn’t date. No matter how cute their situation was, no one updated the status to an exclusive dating relationship.

His reputation… he played into it big time. He knows how girls view him, so it should be no shock when one decides to be hot and cold with him. In the same token though, if these girls gonna be willingly hooking up or whatever with him, the judgement shouldn’t be one sided if all parties know what it is up front 🤷🏽‍♀️. It’s also just as messed up to seek him out and use him for their own reasons as well. The way the students were gossiping and talking shit about him… Jae-eon doesn’t seem to have any real friends, and that they liked being around him for good/bad drama or fringe benefits. From his perspective, I can understand not being vulnerable with any of his peers, and riding out that toxic reputation until graduation. He appears to have genuine feelings for Na-bi, but it’s gonna require him getting real with himself and opening up with her. Just like she’s gonna have to do with him. If he wants a relationship with anyone, he’s going to have to address why he chose to to build this reputation and properly deal with past flings if they pop up.

#kdrama #nevertheless #nabi #park jae eon