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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part One

Summary: Some of your closest friends betray you and somehow push you into the arms of someone unsuspected. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: Mentions of cheating resulting in pregnancy and explicit language...I think that's it lol (Barely edited per usual lmao) a/n: You guys seemed really excited for this fic so I'm gonna make it a miniseries since even the poll results were so close so anyways I hope you enjoy! Requested by the lovely @kkusadmirer 💜

"Is everything ready?" I ask my best friend Jina for the hundredth time today. "Yes y/n calm down. This party is going to be perfect don't worry" she says with a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, making me even more apprehensive but decide it's best to just take her for her word instead of digging deeper.

"You're right, I should probably just go back upstairs and get ready huh?" I say and start heading upstairs to take the curlers out of my hair and finish up my makeup in her old bedroom. "Let me know if you need help, I'll just be putting the finishing touches on everything in the meantime" she calls after me and I respond with a quick 'okay' before running up the rest of the steps I had been ascending.

I walk down the hallway lost in thought and am stopped in my tracks when I find myself bumping into someone, almost falling over but he luckily catches me before I even have a chance to stumble back more than a few steps.

"Careful there" he teases and I look up and apologize immediately. "I'm sorry Mr. Jeon I wasn't watching where I was going" I say quickly and he smiles at my flustered state. "It's okay darling don't worry about it" he says in a deep tone that has always gotten to me. I take a quick step back to create some much needed distance and to cover up the awkwardness that had settled in.

"Thank you again for letting us hold our engagement party in your home. Are you sure you still don't mind?" I ask him as well for the hundredth time as if we had time to change things with mine and my fiancé's relatives already on the way.

"Y/n if I minded I would've said no a long time ago. Don't worry, I'd do anything for you, since you and Jared have been such amazing friends to my daughter. It truly means more to me than you know" he says placing his hand on my bicep to aide in showing his sincerity.

"Of course Mr. Jeon. Moving to a new state in the middle of your Sophomore year of college has gotta be difficult for anyone so I'm just happy we could be there for her" I say smiling up at him. He stares at me for a second, studying my features before breaking out of the slight trace he had caught himself in to continue the conversation.

"I'm sorry you're probably wanting to finish getting ready and I'm holding you up" he says taking his hand off of me and stepping aside so I can walk down the hallway to my intended destination.

"Don't worry about it. We've got plenty of time as it is so I'm in no rush. Thanks again Mr Jeon" I say, quickly wrapping up the conversation and walk into Jina's room. Before I'm able to close the door though he makes it a point to remind me of something I've always forgotten.

"Haven't we agreed upon calling me Jungkook? Mr. Jeon makes me feel so old" he teases and we both laugh at his words. "Thank you, Jungkook" I say and he smiles, satisfied with the change. "You're welcome" he replies with an heir of sensuality that leaves my brain buzzing and I close the door before either of us has the chance to say another word.

He's always made me nervous but why does today feel different? It's not like his playful nature is anything new. He's acted like this since the first day I met him and when I had brought it up to Jina she just said he was being friendly so I never really gave it a second thought.

There's no denying he's a handsome man and from what I can tell him and his ex wife had Jina when they were quite young so he's not anywhere near old enough to make it seem a bit strange but I tend to just deal with the butterflies by ignoring them as much as I can.

He makes sure to be respectful when Jared's around and he hasn't crossed any lines to my knowledge so I don't mind it. It makes me feel confident more than anything and I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

I shake off those thoughts and finish getting ready before I start to panic about being late and end up finishing up a lot sooner than I had planned and as I'm putting on my heels I hear a faint knock at the door.

"Come in" I call out and my fiancé pops his head in from behind the door. "Aw I thought I would catch you while you were changing" he says with a fake pout leaving me smiling and shaking my head at him. "You'll get to do that plenty of times once we're married you pervert" I tease and he scoffs playfully.

"You know, now that I think about it I kind of am a pervert aren't I?" he says while stalking towards me, making my breath hitch and my adrenaline start pumping but I have to tell myself to calm down before I do anything stupid. "After the wedding I warn and he backs off like he always does.

I smile and get up from the bed I had been sitting on and give him a quick kiss but he holds onto the back of my neck, keeping me there for a little while longer and deepening the kiss. "You look gorgeous" he whispers against my lips and I smile before giving him a quick peck and pulling back to look at him.

"You don't look half bad yourself" I taunt and he scoffs before granting me a sarcastic 'thank you'. "I'm kidding baby you look handsome as always" I say and he smiles at that and places a quick kiss on my cheek before taking my hand and leading me downstairs to where we're met with a few of our family and friends having already arrived.

"You should've told me they were here sooner" I whisper to him while I wave at them as we walk downstairs. "I didn't want to rush you" he replies, giving my hand a gentle squeeze leaving my heart fluttering at how thoughtful he had been.

"Thank you love" I say looking at him as if he's the only one I need. "For what?" he chuckles, studying my features almost as if he's committing them to memory. "For wanting to marry me" I say and he laughs at my cute sentiment. "Thank you for saying yes" he replies and at that we start mingling together throughout the crowd and thanking everyone for coming.

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We part ways after a few more groups of people come in and around the time we're going to bring out the champagne I start to look around to see if I can find him so we can both be ready to make a toast once everyone's gotten a glass.

As I look around and ask a few people where he might be they point toward the far end of the house where not many people had wandered to and so I curiously make my way over to the room I had assumed he would be in but before I'm even able to put my hand on the door I hear the voices of not only Jared but Jina as well.

"We have to tell her" I hear her say and stop short, my heartbeat immediately raising as I hold my breath, waiting for the response. "You told me you were on the pill though. How did this happen?" and at that my heart breaks. "I don't know I guess I forgot to take a couple of them and-" "And so what? You decided that screwing me without protection would work out just fine? Fuck Jina" Jared cuts her off and I hold my hand over my mouth to stop the sobs that I know are sure to come.

"You were the one that said you wanted to stop using them" she defends. "Oh and so now it's my fault. Jina we both agreed to that and you know it" he says and at that the room falls silent for a moment before he speaks up again.

"What are we gonna do?" he mumbles, leaving the choice in her hands. "We need to tell her because I'm not getting rid of this baby. I don't care if you're going to be in our kid's life or not but either way we're telling her" she says, standing firm on what she thinks is right. 'She should've thought about that before she started fucking my boyfriend' I think to myself and wait for the conversation to continue.

"She deserves to know" she says in a hushed tone and they both agree moments later that they'll tell me after the party to avoid both of our families catching wind of it and at that I walk away as quietly as I can, heading to the bathroom across the house to collect myself before I even try to face anyone.

'How the fuck could they do this to me? How could they do this to us? Did everything the three of us did together really not matter? All of this love that I gave Jared and he gave me made me feel like we were gonna last forever but I guess my wants and needs weren't enough for him. He wanted what he wanted and found that in my best fucking friend.

I chuckle dryly at that thought and how ironic it sounds at the moment. The wants to avoid the drama of the rest of the family knowing? Well they don't have that kind of luxury anymore.

I collect myself a few moments later and make my way out of the bathroom to intermingle again until I happen upon my soon to be ex fiancé in the crowd.

"Hey honey" I say and I can see him trying to hold back the guilt at my words and I hold back from ripping his head off for the sake of what I'm about to do. "Should we go ahead and bring out the champagne and make a toast?" I ask and he nods his head agreeing wordlessly.

"Great I'll ask Jina to help us out" I say and I can see how stiff his whole body becomes after I mention her name and he laughs it off and walks closer to me and I hold out my hand for him and guide us both over to where we've placed everything for the toasts.

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"Does everyone have a glass?" I call out and everyone says yes and Jina makes her way around, filling everyone's glasses but her own. "Okay great Jina go ahead and grab a glass and then if you guys don't mind we'd like to pose a toast!" I say and everyone places their full attention on both Jared and I who are standing side by side.

I watch as Jina tentatively fills her glass half full knowing full well that she won't be drinking any of that but I singled her out as a way to make her even more uncomfortable. Serves her right honestly but it's only just begun.

"Okay everyone, firsts things first I would just like to thank all of you for coming. It is just so wonderful we could all gather here together and the fact that you all made the effort to come and celebrate Jared and I is just something that I won't ever forget so thank you again from the bottom of my heart" I say and hear murmurs of 'You're welcome's and 'Thank you for inviting us' throughout the crowd and I continue on after those die down.

"Another person I would like to thank would be my best friend who I couldn't have any of this without her including being able to host this party in her's and her father's wonderful home so thank you both for that" I continue and I look for Jungkook in the crowd and see him raising his glass to me and I turn my attention to Jina moments later and see the forced smile on her face and I smile back at her and take a deep breath before continuing.

"You know Jina has been such a great friend to both Jared and I and the countless memories we've made together are something that I'll always hold close to my heart. One memory in particular is one that I think we'll all remember for the rest of our lives is one that I would like to share with you all" I say and I watch as Jared and Jina make nervous glances at each other but I hear the room fill with words mentioning how cute our friendship is and how it's nice to have close friends that get along. Oh boy they're about to know just how well we all get along.

"This one actually just happened not too long ago, in fact it was just today wasn't it guys?" I say making eye contact with the both of them and I can see as both of them realize that they've been caught.

"Yeah it's funny I was looking for Jared not too long ago to try to find where he had scurried off to and low and behold I found him and Jina having a cute little chat together just over there" I say and motion to the secluded part of the house where they had been and I see the crowd go from happy to confused.

"They had been talking about how they had a surprise and they needed to tell me after the party but I figured that I would just give them an opportunity to say it now so all of us can hear it together. Would you guys like to share it with everyone?" I ask the two of them and wait a few moments before Jared tries to shut me down.

"I think that's probably a conversation we should have in private right Jina?" Jared says, pleading with her to back him up. "Oh are you guys too shy? Don't worry I can say it" I counter, brushing him off. "Y/n I don't really think that's necessary" Jina now tries to reason with me but I'm way too far gone by now.

"Why not? Doesn't everyone deserve to know that you're pregnant" I say, pausing for the rest of the family to smile at the surprise and some of them start to congratulate her but before they can get too far I continue on.

"Yeah she's pregnant with Jared's baby! Isn't that so sweet?" I say and at that point the room goes so silent you would hear a pin drop and I break it by continuing to rub salt into the wound.

"I know right? It's so crazy isn't it? It was a surprise to me too. Congratulations to the both of you" I say and down my drink while they stand there speechless as does the rest of the crowd.

"So yeah anyways thank you all so much for coming and get home safe!" I say and make an exit into the backyard while Jared and Jina chase after me.

"Y/n, y/n wait. Please" Jina calls after me first, following as I make my way over to the clearing behind the house and away from prying eyes. "Why should I wait huh? It's not like you waited and thought 'Hey maybe it's not the best idea to be raw doggin my best friend's boy friend' or were you guys still fucking by the time you asked me to marry you?" I ask the two of them and they both just stand there in silence.

"You know what, you guys are perfect for each other. The whore I thought was my best friend and the whore who chased after her because neither of you could keep it in your pants. Thanks a lot, have a nice life" I say and storm off into the small clearing behind Jungkook's house, praying they won't follow me.

"Oh and another thing" I say before walking too far, "I'm keeping the ring to compensate for emotional damage you bastard" I spit at my ex and his jaw drops, never having heard words like that come out of my mouth ever let alone directed at him.

"Baby wait I can explain" he says trying a pathetic excuse of trying to get me to get him to hear him out. "Pretty sure I heard everything I needed to hear when you were having your little rendezvous earlier" I say, fully admitting to listening in on their conversation.

"If I never see either of you again it'll be too soon" I say and continue on into the clearing, walking just far enough to be out of their view. "We really fucked up didn't we?" I hear Jina say and soon hear Jared scoff in return. "We fucked up? No you fucked up! You should've been more responsible" he throws back at her and storms off. "What the fuck Jared don't you dare walk away from me" she yells and chases after him, following him back into the house.

After taking a few deep breaths and convincing myself over and over again that this is for the best and I'm better off without them I slowly make my way back into the yard and sit on the bench that's furthest away from everything, hoping no one finds me out here. Luckily it does the trick and I'm able to avoid facing anyone from the party and soon hear all of their cars leaving and the place falls silent.

"They're all gone now if you want to come inside" Jungkook says, walking over to me tentatively, making sure he doesn't do something to make me run off. I look up at him with a tear streaked face and try to smile but ultimately end up hanging my head, hiding what little emotions I've let myself show and he walks over and sits on the far side of the bench I'm on. He doesn't say anything, he just sits with me and lets me ride the wave of emotions I'm feeling but also letting me know he's there if I need him.

I let out a few shaky breath after having let a few more tears fall before collecting myself and drying my eyes. "I'm sorry" I whisper and he turns towards me with a confused look on his face. "Whatever for?" he questions, puzzled as to why I could possibly be apologizing.

"For the show I put on back there. I was just so mad when I overheard them talking and I don't know, I felt like I wanted to humiliate them since they decided to fuck behind my back like how fucked up can you be to sleep with your best friend's boyfriend?" I spout off and then look over and remember who I'm talking to.

"I- I didn't mean. I'm sorry Mr. Jeon" I apologize again and hang my head in shame. I'm met with a chuckle as a response and when I look up at him I can see that he's clearly very amused. "What's so funny?" I question and he continues to laugh.

"I'm sorry darling, just seeing how horrified you looked when you remembered that you were talking shit about Jina to her father was kind of hilarious and honestly adorable" he chuckles and I let out a breath and smile at him, happy he wasn't offended by it.

"I wasn't thinking straight, I'm sorry" I apologize again, feeling so so guilty for bringing all of this drama to his house. "Hey, you have nothing to apologize for" he says softly, placing his hand on top on mine. The one that happens to be sitting on my thigh and I gulp at the sight of his big hand enveloping the sight of my hand and now has his fingers resting high up on the inside of my thigh.

"It's not your fault that they're both fucked up and you got caught in the crossfire okay? So please don't apologize about that again" he says and I nod my head mindlessly, my eyes still focused on the hand that is now squeezing my thigh in reassurance but I can't get past the feeling of having his hands on me like this.

He stands up a second later, taking his hand off of me and I look up at him, almost as if questioning why he stopped and he simply smiles at my cute reaction. "Let's head inside alright? It's gonna start getting cold out here soon" he says and I nod my head, wordlessly following him back into his home.

"Did you want a drink?" he asks and I jump at the opportunity. "Yeah I'll just take this" I say while grabbing one of the barely opened champagne bottles. "Did you want a glass?" he chuckles, watching as I take a big gulp out of the bottle. "No need, this is fine. Might as well not let it go to waste right?" I say and he hums in acknowledgement while poring himself a drink.

I walk around his living room and take in everything about it, reminiscing about all the memories and shared laughter there had been here over the last couple of years and find my mind wandering a bit. "I'm really gonna miss this place" I say, meaning to keep it to myself but accidentally voicing it loud enough for Jungkook to hear as well.

"You're welcome to come back here anytime you'd like" he replies, startling me when I realize he's gotten closer and is now sitting on the couch directly behind where I stand, facing the mantle and looking at the various pictures placed on it. Pictures of Jina, Jared and I over the years, ones that no doubt Jungkook had taken.

"I always hated this picture" I say mindlessly and I hear him get up off the couch so he can see which one I'm referring to. "Oh the one where I took all of you to the beach house a few years ago for your birthday? Why? Didn't you have fun?" Jungkook questions, genuinely surprised with my reaction to it.

"No it's not that, I had a great time. I just feel like I look like a wet dog in that picture" I admit and I'm granted with a little chuckle beside me. "Hey" I whine and glance over at him, my breath hitching when I realize just how close he's gotten.

"You know what? Now that I think about it I don't really like that picture either" he says and I turn my body to fully face him, highly offended and demanding he explain himself. "I didn't like the way that Jared was touching you that day. He couldn't keep his hands off you and I know that it was making you uncomfortable" he says, lowering his voice an octave and causing a shiver to run through my body.

"How did you-" "When a man really pays attention and cares for you he can tell from the slightest change how their woman is feeling. I guess he just never got the memo" he says, glaring at Jared in the picture and how he unashamedly has his hand placed directly on my ass while I'm wearing a swimsuit that I had already felt uncomfortable in in the first place.

My mind goes into overdrive with what those words could've possibly meant. 'Was he paying that close of attention to me that he noticed something small like that? Has he been jealous of Jared? Does he care for me?' are just some of the questions that start swirling around in my brain and before I can register what had happened next he's gone and sat on the couch and is suggesting I come sit down as well.

"You've had a long day don't you think?" he asks and I nod my head and sit on the other side of the couch making sure to keep proper distance between us. "Yeah I guess you could say that" I chuckle dryly and take a drink from the champagne bottle I still have in my hand but end up spilling it on myself.

"Shit" I say and Jungkook quickly grabs a napkin to help clean up having spilled some on the couch as well. "I'm sorry" I apologize, constantly finding more and more reasons to apologize and he shuts me down again. "A little champagne never hurt anybody don't worry about it" he says, brushing it off and leaving me feeling a little less guilty.

"Why don't I grab you a glass and give you some of my clothes to wear so if we have another little mishap it won't be as big of a deal" he offers and before I can refuse he's already given me a glass and is halfway up the stairs. Gosh my brain really must be working in slow motion already.

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After Jungkook gives me a big t shirt and sweats I change into them and tie the drawstring tight to aide in keeping the pants up and look in the mirror of the bathroom I had been changing in and realize how much of a mess I look like right now with smudges of mascara under my eyes and my nose all red from all of the crying I had been doing earlier.

I quickly wash and dry my face and throw my hair up and out of the way since at this point theres no saving this look and just accept defeat, walking out in my now more casual look and find him sporting an almost identical one.

"Feel better?" he asks and I nod my head and walk towards where he's standing. "Come here" he says holding out his arm and pulling me into a hug. I melt in his embrace and almost start tearing up a bit again, but push back a little and softly break apart from his embrace before the two of us sit down.

"I don't know how to feel honestly. I feel angry and sad and betrayed and relieved and heart broken and I don't know. I'm just confused" I start and he nods his head, encouraging me to continue and so I do.

"We've been together since before Jina and I had ever met and things had always been so good between us and then when Jina came along it felt like things had gotten even better if that's makes sense. We had our three amigos group going and whenever we were together it felt like the rest of the world didn't matter. Or I guess at least that's how I felt" I say and take a shaky breath in and out before preparing to say the next part.

"When Jared and I got together, I told him right off the bat that I wanted to save myself for marriage and he respected that. I will admit that we both had gotten close to breaking that boundary I set once or twice but he always backed off when I asked him to and I was thankful for that. Guys my age or guys in general don't really respect that sort of outlook anymore so the fact that he was more or less willing to date me after knowing that gave me hope for us" I say, letting everything off my chest.

I down my glass and pour myself another one before continuing on and I take into account that he's watching my every move. "I figured 'If he had a problem with it and got tired of it then he would've dumped me' or 'He's had really good self control all of these years so that must mean there's something special between us'. So when he asked me to marry him I said yes without thinking twice. I had my knight in shining armor, the one who waited for me and I couldn't be happier" I scoff, taking another gulp of champagne.

"Looks like he waited to have me but got someone else to fulfill his needs on the side" I mumble and down the rest of my glass before pouring another and I can see the concern in Jungkook's eyes growing but I pay no mind to it.

"You know after all that I just can't help but wonder 'Was it all worth it? Was saving myself and in the end losing the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with worth it?' At this point my virginity is becoming more of a hassle than anything and honestly I don't want it anymore" I say, finally voicing how I had been feeling about keeping myself pure for a while.

"I feel like it would be best if I just got it over with and went on with my life you know?" I say, finally looking at Jungkook and I can see how dilated his pupils are and how ragged his breath has gotten, doing a horrible job at concealing it.

"Can I ask you something Mr. Jeon?" I question, leaning towards him, a new gained confidence flowing through me from all the alcohol that I had consumed in such a short time. Downing glass after glass throughout our whole evening. "Jungkook" he rasps and I feel a fluttery feeling building in my stomach.

"I'm sorry, I always seem to forget. Jungkook, can I ask you something?" I repeat placing my hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense up at the contact but he nods nevertheless and waits for me to continue. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" I question, wondering what his experience might've been like.

"Um, when I was about eighteen I guess. It was right before I graduated high school" he answers truthfully and I nod my head, mulling over what I plan to say next.

"It seems like a man of your age has had his fair share of sex am I right?" I ask and see him gulp at my assumption. "I guess you could say that" he responds and leans back a bit when I get closer. "Mr. Jeon do you have a girlfriend right now? Someone you might be seeing?" I ask, making sure that in my tipsy state I won't make the same mistake my hopeless excuse of a best friend and ex made.

"No, I uh I'm not seeing anyone" he says quickly and I nod my head and wait a moment to get my words together. "Do you think you would mind taking my virginity?" I ask and at that his jaw drops, not expecting to be asked something like that straight away but in this state I guess you could say I'm full of surprises.

"I- What?" he asks, confused and concerned as to if I actually meant what I said and not only that but clarifying to make sure he's heard me right. "I'm asking you if you would take my virginity. You said you'd do anything for me remember?" reminding him of his words from earlier in the day.

"Y/n I think you might've had a little bit too much to drink" he says scooting back from me to create some distance but I close that distance moments later. "No I'm fine, I haven't even had that much silly" I say, slowly starting to slur my words but still conscious enough to make them coherent.

"Look I think that's something you should keep until you have a chance to give it to someone special. Someone who you care about and cares about you too" he says, trying to softly reject me but it falls of deff ears.

"I care about you though. Don't you care about me?" I pout and he shakes his head and tries hard to hide a smile but fails. "Of course I care about you darling but I think you're too confused and too drunk to be making this sort of decision" he say holding my shoulders at arms length to keep me from getting any closer to him.

"It's okay Mr. Jeon I know what I'm doing. Oh! I mean Jungkook" I say cutely, leaning in a bit more and his arms give in, letting me get a bit closer so as to not harm either one of us. "Don't worry I won't tell Jina" I say and he clears this throat at the sound of his daughter's name.

"Y/n I really don't think this is a good idea" he says, watching almost helplessly as I place my hand on his shoulder and use it to anchor myself as I climb onto his lap and although his words have said otherwise, his hands are the ones that guide me by my hips to sit on his lap, giving me a boost of confidence in my decision.

"Can you do this for me?" I ask and his eyes ping pong between mine, seeing how blown out my pupils are and notices how hot my skin has become. He stays silent and just takes in all of my features and waits for my next move. I lean in closer to him and run my fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Just take it" I say against his lips and without a seconds hesitation he grabs the back of my head and smashes his lips against mine.

It's a mess of lips and tongue and teeth, accompanied by the sound of him groaning and pulling me closer and me moaning at the feeling of being desired by someone like him. Someone strong and confident and undeniably sexy. Someone who wants me just as much as I want him but before I can fully grasp what's about to happen I feel myself slipping away and lose control of my body.

"Y/n?" Jungkook questions feeling my body slump against him after I had broken the kiss and rested my head on his shoulder. He smiles at the realization that I had fallen asleep in the midst of it all and wordlessly stands up, carrying me off into the guest bedroom and laying me down to sleep there for the night.

"Goodnight darling" he says, placing a kiss on my forehead before walking out of the room and slowly closing the door behind him.

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the gang x reader who loves makeup ꨄ︎

the outsiders x reader (separate)

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guys i swear i’m working on your requests i just wanted to use this as a filler to feed you guys while you wait, but trust me, i’m workin on it 💕 thank you for all the likes and reqs !! love you all xoxo

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some curse words, makeup, reader is compared to “a girl in a magazine” in johnnys part, kissing?? i dunno 😭

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DARRY’s thumb rubs along your thigh. he lay on his bed while you were sat at the desk besides him. you placed your vanity mirror on the wooden surface and had been working on your makeup for about half an hour.

darry had seen his mother put on makeup whenever she’d go out with his father, so he had a better idea of makeup than someone like steve or two bit. he liked whenever you asked him questions like ‘this or that’.

“which one? peach or mint?” you asked as you held up two lip glosses, the peach gloss in a soft pink tube and the mint in a sage green one.

darry seemed to think for a moment, humming in thought. “th’peach one.” he finally said, nodding his head in the direction of where you were holding the peach tube.

“thanks, dare.” you mumbled, your lips forming an ‘o’ shape, ready for application.

“why do you always put on makeup?” he asks, eyes fixated on you. a satisfying pop of your lips before you look over to him and shrug.

“dunno, makes me feel pretty.”

“you’re always pretty, darlin’.” darry continues, moving his hand from your thigh to your hand, interlocking both your fingers and squeezing.

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“how d’ya get that thing so close to your eye?” SODAPOP asks. you’ve been doing your makeup for about ten minutes, soda watching you like a hawk.

“i just raise my eyelid and put the curler to my lashes, piece’a cake.” you shrug, mouth open as you apply some mascara. “really?” he asked, taking a glance at your drawer full of makeup products, an assortment of pretty colored tubes, he would guess were either for your lips or eyes.

“yeah, why? you want some?” you laughed, expecting a ‘no’ in return but got only silence. you looked back at him. soda had just shrugged exaggeratedly.

one thing let to another and you ended up perched on sodapop’s lap, his eyes closed as you decorated his lids with blue eyeshadow.

“soda—! don’t crinkle your eyes!” you exclaimed, your boyfriend simply chuckled and gently grasped your wrist. “‘s not my fault it tickles, babe.”

soda opens his eyes to look at you, pulling your palm to his lips for a soft kiss.

“you know, you just ruined the eyeshadow, right? your eyes are hooded so the shadow will get—“

“shh, i’m tryna be romantic ‘ere.”

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“oh, PONYBOY!” you squealed, dragging out the ‘y’ in his name and running down the hallway already carrying your makeup bag.

you poke your head in through the doorway to find pony laying on his bed, nose buried in another one of his books. he glanced at you, already suspicious of the fact that the rest of your body isn’t visible.

“huh?” he questioned, his eyes flickering between the words of the book. “you wanna be the best boyfriend ever and do me a favor, pony?” you grinned as you dragged out the syllables in his name.

“what’re you doin’?” he inquired. you started to step slowly into view, your bag held behind your back. “i just need’a see somethin’ real quick.” he sat up a bit as you got closer to him and placed the book on the desk next to his bed, careful to mark the page he was on with a bookmark.

you finally bring your hands around to your front, unveiling the small makeup bag filled to the brim with products.

“oh, no.”

“oh, yes.”

“no! you ain’t touchin’ my face!”

and before he knows it, ponyboy has a face full of makeup on and you’re finishing it off with some sparkly highlighter on his nose.

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you had a date with JOHNNY at the drive-in, planning to see one of elvis’ new movies.

you had done your makeup, using the multitude of products you had in your room, and you looked snatched. your hair was cute, whether greased up or not, it never failed to look effortlessly gorgeous, johnny always thought so.

he was already waiting at the drive-in, accompanied by dallas who unfortunately was “chaperoning” him for the night, probably just trying to keep a lookout for drunk broads.

when you had arrived though, boy, was johnny astonished. his eyes widened at just the sight of you, it was like you were a princess walking up to him in slow motion.

once you had caught up to him and dally, johnny couldn’t help but mutter, “y’look like one of those ladies from the magazines..”, he gawked at just the utter sight of you.

“thank you?” you giggled and gave a quick peck to his lips. “i’ll get us a coke!” you jogged over to the concessions area with a bunched up wad of money in your hand. johnny watched you walk away, mouth still parted a bit in shock.

dallas, being the shithead he is, rudely tapped johnny’s cheek, making him close his mouth. “you’ll catch flies, johnny.” he said, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette.

once you two had actually sat down, dally chatting up some girl a few feet away, johnny turns to you. “s’that a new lipgloss?”

“yeah, you like it?” you asked, blowing him an exaggerated air kiss after.

“tastes sweet.”

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“c’mon, doll, it’s been like twenty minutes.”

“hold on, DALLY, i have to finish this wing!” you affirmed, your words altered with the way you opened your mouth so your skin would stretch, giving you the perfect opportunity with eyeliner and mascara. one struggle almost everybody goes through, is getting the other eyeliner wing to match the other.

“you’ve been at this for a while, just draw a line ‘n call it a night.” dallas insisted, he didn’t much like waiting, and he never understood why people took so much time just to do their makeup.

“no, you don’t understand. it has to be perfect.” you said, enunciating the ‘p’. you look at dallas in the reflection of the mirror and see him sigh in defeat and hollow his cheeks with another inhale of a cancer stick.

“you better not be smokin’ that thing in here, stinkin’ up my whole room.” you wrinkled your nose, the smell of cigarettes never leaves your room as long as dallas comes over.

“you do it too.”

“i smoke outside, not where it’ll penetrate a whole room full of cute things.” you rebutted.

“whatever you say, doll.”

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“do i look like a pretty princess?” TWO-BIT asked as you applied blush on his cheeks. you and his kid sister giggled at the sight. two’s eyes covered with all sorts of bright pinks and yellows and blues, colors that his little sister suggested.

“yes keith, you look like a pretty princess.” you said, watching two’s nose scrunch at the brush tickling his cheeks.

“what next?” you asked to his sister, turning to her as she held a finger to her chin in thought. then, it was like a light bulb went off inside her head. she grinned at you, a catlike smile that you returned, one that made two-bit worried about what would come next.

“lipstick.” was all she said, and immediately she handed you a bright red lipstick. you let out a soft laugh as you looked at two-bit’s expression, cocking an eyebrow as usual.

“you ain’t doin’ what i think you’re doin’, right?” he asks, then you wiggle the tube of lipstick at him, getting it closer as he shifts away. he placed his hands up in defense, “baby—! c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to your wonderful lovely boyfriend, would you?”

as he tries to scurry off, you hook your leg around his waist and keep him in place while his little sister laughs hysterically in the background. you grip his cheeks so his lips could purse, giving you the perfect access to apply his lipstick.

he ends up looking like a scrapped lisa frank design and that lipstick ends up in kiss marks littering your face, accompanied by ‘eww’s’ in the back provided by two’s sister.

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“shit! it burns!” STEVE yells, his lips a cherry red with irritation.

“why’d you put it on your lips?” you threw your arms up, representing a ‘what the hell?’.

“thought it was your lipstick thingies!”

“why would you put it on your lips in the first place, steve?” you laughed and rushed over to get a paper towel and a few ice cube. “i thought it’d taste good.” he muttered, his lips a comical plump as he glared at the tube, feeling silly how he didn’t read the white letters on it saying ‘duck plump’.

when you came back, you sat down next to steve, gently wiping off the gloss before he snatched the napkin and wiped it off aggressively himself, desperate to get it off.

you both looked at each other before he looked down at the ice cube. “wha’s ‘at supposed to do?” he asked. you stammered, “i don’t know you were in hysterics! ‘pleasee! oh please get it off! it burns—!’” you cut yourself off with a laugh, laying back on the bed.

“yeah, yeah. whatever..” he grumbles, throwing another glare at the lip plumping gloss that lay abandoned on your desk.

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athenamikaelson · 7 months

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Complaints and Harriet Styles Pt. 2

Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Warnings- strong language, innuendos, mentions of blood and death.

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“Would it make me a bad person if I said he was hot?’ I asked Caroline as I sat in front of her vanity mirror as she curled my hair.

“Y/n,” Caroline frowned at me as she looked at me through the mirror, “he either killed or is trying to kill our friends. He’s a bad guy, so don’t even think about it.”

“I’m not saying I want to bang the guy or anything,” As I say that the the thought crosses my mind and it’s clear Caroline knows that as well as her frown deepens, “Care don’t get your Barbie hair in a twist. Even though his accent is dreamy and his blue eyes make my knees shake. I’m not going to try anything, obviously.” I say mockingly as Caroline watches me as if she’s somehow aged 100 years since our conversation began. Which you know isn’t possible because she’s literally immortal.

“Sometimes I don’t know what to do with you. You’re either arguing with someone or hitting on them. Or even both!” She says as she throws her hands up in emphasis, the curler unplugging itself during her action.

We both sit there in silence for a moment looking at the curler’s wire. I look up at her with a sly smile, “Does this mean we’re finally done? My ass hurts from sitting here and being your personal doll.” Caroline puts her hand on her hip with a displeased look on her face.

“I haven’t finished curling the other half of your head, so turn around and shut it. And didn’t you just say I was the Barbie doll?” She says matter-of-factly as she replugs in the curler and waits for it to heat back up.

“Ok well you are a Barbie doll, I’m more like that doll that Angelica had in Rugrats, y’know the one with fucked up hair and looks like she just got thrown into a blender.” I laugh at my own joke as Caroline rolls her eyes, a smile trying to make its way onto her face.

I glance at my dark eyeshadow that makes my y/e/c eyes bright.

“Why do I even have to go to this stupid dance, our school has like 14 a year. How does our town even have the budget for that? And why do we have to do weird decade dances?”

“Y/N you’re going to homecoming, end of story. It’s our senior year. This past year has been so crazy that we deserve a little normalcy.” She says as she finishes my last section of hair.

“Normalcy? You do realize that every dance we’ve had since last year has ended with someone dead or impaled right? It isn’t a Mystic Falls high school dance if it doesn’t end in blood!” Caroline just watches me in annoyance as she sprays my hair with hairspray, “accidentally” spraying some into my face.

“Bitch!” I cough out.

“Go get dressed!” She uses her strength to lift me up and push me over to her closet where my y/f/c dress is hanging.

I look over my shoulder, “I hate you.”

Caroline smiles, “Love you too brat.”

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I listen to the live band as I sip on the disgusting drink in my hand. Caroline who was supposed to chaperone tonight left me to go yell at Tyler for his wolfy crush or whatever on Klaus. I’m seriously debating on just walking myself home, since Caroline was my ride, as I watch on in disgust as teenagers grind against each other to the fast song the band is playing in the backyard of Tyler’s house. Somehow Tyler was able to put together a huge party since the gym was flooded last minute. Caroline didn’t seem suspicious but I on the other hand always think the worst is going to happen at any time, and with my friend group's history with dances I wouldn’t be surprised if something was going to go down tonight. I'm about to grab my bag and leave before shit goes down when I hear a British accent come from behind me.

“Welcome everyone tonight,” I turn around, and low and behold that British fuck from Senior prank night is standing up on the stage in front of all of us, yapping about something.

“This is a long time coming,” He says as he watches someone from the crowd with a smirk on his face. I follow his eye line to see Stefan staring back at him. Yikes. I look back to the Brit but find his eyes staring in my direction. I don’t think he’s looking at me until I send a look of disgust at him which makes the smirk on his face deepen. Fuck me. Wait. No. I quickly turn around and start to make my way to the edge of the party hoping to make my escape before I get sucked into whatever bullshit the Scooby gang is going to try to drag me into. I smile to myself as I’m about to be successful in my escape as my vision is blocked by something. Said something bumps me backwards throwing me off balance and I wait to hit the ground as I start falling, but nothing comes. I look up to see Klaus grabbing ahold of the top of my arm, keeping me from falling down.

“What a fucking cliche,” I say to myself angrily. Klaus looks at me inquisitively.

“What’s a cliche?” He asks me with that stupidly hot accent as I rip my arm away from his hold and put another foot's distance between us.

“You catching me,” I tell him but he only looks confused, “Y’know in romcoms when the girl trips and falls but doesn’t actually fall because the random hot main guy catches her. It’s a big fucking cliche.” I say huffing as Klaus watches me with that stupid fucking smirk on his face.

“And I’m the main hot guy?” He asks, clearly trying to get me to go along with his current ego trip.

“No, you’re not. Ryan Gosling is the hot main guy or Paul Rudd,” I let out a satisfactory sigh at Paul Rudd, “You’re more of the evil boos villain in video games.”

“And what’s so wrong with being the villain?” He asks me as he takes a step towards me.

I look at him with what I can only guess looks like a “are you fucking kidding me” look.

“Literally everything. That’s literally the whole point of being the villain.” I put my hand out stopping him from stepping closer. Klaus watches me closely for a second too long. His gaze makes me quite uncomfortable because I can’t tell if he wants to kill me for speaking to him like I just did or applaud me for having the balls to. God, sometimes I just need to learn to shut the fuck up.

“Dance with me.” He states as he puts his hand out waiting for me to give him my hand in return. My gaze goes from his face to his hand multiple times before I shake my head in annoyance.

“No way dude,” I say as I start to book it back towards the house away from him. I don’t get far though because he’s in front of me again with a determined look on his stupidly hot face. God why does it always have to be the bad guys that are hot?

“Either you dance with me, or I start killing your friends off one by one. I wonder where that blond friend of yours is, Tyler’s little girlfriend.” He says with a dark glint in his eyes.

“Why?” I try to hold my ground even though I’m pretty sure I’m about to start pissing myself any second now.

“Why what?” he asks me as he watches me.

“Why do you want to dance with me? Theirs like 200 other girls here that I’m sure would just jump at the chance to dance with some British guy.”

Klaus just shrugs his shoulder as if he himself doesn’t even have an answer to the question.

“Because none of them have had the displeasure of catching my eye.”

“And let me guess, I have?” I ask him. He doesn’t give me an answer though, only reaches out his hand once again waiting for me to take it. Annoyed I slap my hand in his and drag him to the dance floor. Once I push us into the middle of a big group, I turn to him.

“Don’t be pissy if I step on your toes.” Klaus just lets out a huff of a laugh as he drags my body closer to him so my chest is touching his. A shudder goes through my body at the contact and I mentally curse myself for the reaction. Fuck he smells good. Jesus Y/N get a grip, he’s just a guy. A thousand-year-old hot guy, but still just a guy. I look up to find Klaus already staring at me, with a knowing smirk on his face. I just roll my eyes as I try to play it off cool as he sways me to the now slow song.

“So tell me, how did you become friends with my doppelganger and her little group of followers?” A weird feeling of sadness flows through me at his question as I realize he only asked me to dance for information on my friends.

“We grew up together. Small town like this everyone knows each other, sadly.” I say looking off to the distance and watching the other couples converse lovingly with one another.

“Why sadly?” He asks me, and for a second I could’ve sworn I heard actual curiosity. I glance back at him and shrug.

“I just hate this town. I never liked people knowing my business, and everyone here is so complacent with their normal lives. They never question anything or want to know more about anything other than what happens in our weird ass town.” I blush as I realize I just rambled on to a complete psycho about my feelings. But, the look on Klaus’s face isn’t one of annoyance or humor like the other people I’ve vented to usually have on their faces. His face turns from contemplation to understanding.

“I know what you mean,” He says as he expertly twirls me around, “when I was a boy I grew up in a small village where the wasn’t much chance for prospering. I loved the arts and knew I would never be able to do anything with it. It made me angry. So I can understand your resentment.” He tells me and for a second I forget that he’s the blood-thirsty monster ruining my friend’s lives.

“You like art?” He looks down at me with a soft smile as if the subject brings out a different side of him.

“I’ve loved it for over a thousand years. The way emotions can be shown through a canvas and bring out emotion so foreign is unlike anything else I found over a millennium of living,” His eyes trail down to mine, “What do you think?”

I nod softly in agreement, “I love art. Not really painting because I’m kind of shit at it, but sketching and just looking at art. Although I’m not a fan of this new-age art where someone can splash a canvas with a line of color and sell it for a million dollars. I like art that means something to someone. Art that when you look at it you can feel the emotions that the artist was feeling, every move of the brush stroke made with heart and emotion.” Klaus nods along to my rambling again with a soft look on his face. A look that I can’t quite decipher since it’s on the face of one of the scariest men in the world.

As the song comes to an end I reluctantly let go of Klaus’s hands. He stares at me for a moment and I think he’s just going to turn around and walk off realizing he didn’t get the information he wanted but then a small laugh escapes his lips and he shakes his head. I watch on in slight confusion wondering if he’s having some kind of stroke or something.

“You’re not like them you know,” he must notice my confusion because he continues, “like your friends. You’re nothing like them.” I pang of hurt pierces my chest as I turn away and start to walk off, “Well screw you too.”

“I didn’t mean that as an insult,” He says hastily as he grabs my arm turning me back towards him, “You’re friends they’re small-minded. They think of only themselves and not the world around them, or how amazing it can be.” I go to interrupt him and tell him not to insult my friends but he cuts me off.

“You need something bigger than this little town. Something that brings you life. When I originally saw you that night in the gym I thought you were just going to be like the rest of them. But you surprised me Y/n, and not many people can say that.”

I just stare at him in amazement for what seems like forever as I try to piece together everything he just told me. In my stupor though a woman approaches Klaus and whispers something to him which makes his originally light demeanor change to something dark. The woman walks away as Klaus looks at me once more.

“Whenever you decide you want to be a part of something bigger, see something other than this little town I’d be happy to show you. All you need to do is ask.” He tells me as he grabs my hand and places a chaste kiss upon it. I still can't get the balls to say anything as he gives me one last glance before he follows behind the woman.

What the actual fuck.

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I walked up to my front porch after getting dropped off by Matt because I guess Tyler drugged Caroline with vervain to save her from a pack of mind-controlled hybrids so that’s why she couldn’t bring me home. Sometimes I really hate my friend group. Why can’t for once we deal with normal people's problems like pop quizzes or acne? Like why does not one person in that entire group have a pimple on their skin? That’s the most supernatural thing going on here.

I’m about to open my front door when a small envelope catches my eye at the bottom of my feet. I look over my shoulder and only see Matt as he waits for me to enter my house. I wave to him with the envelope in hand and walk inside my house. I hastily open the envelope and pull out a piece of thick canvas paper. The paper is covered with a beautiful sketch of what appears to be an open field covered in flowers with grazing horses in the distance. Being so engrossed in the sketch I didn't notice the small note on the back.

“There’s a whole world out there just waiting for you to experience, love. When you’re ready to experience it, I’ll be waiting.” – Klaus

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i-heart-emos · 5 months

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“ Can I try some”/ Luke Castellan

Pairing: luke x Ares!reader

Summary: your getting ready for a date with Luke when he sees u putting on makeup

Warning: nothing except it’s my first writing so it might be a little cringe

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You and Luke had both been very busy lately. With u being the head counselor of the Ares cabin and him being the head of Hermes, you guys had a lot of responsibilities. In between training and everything else we had no time to even hang out. So one afternoon while I was eating lunch with Luke when he abruptly turned to me. “ hey love wanna go on a date”. I laughed slightly “And where would you take me lover boy”. “ on an amazing picnic tonight at 7:00”. “We’ll ok then”

I smirked giving him a quick peck on his cheek walking up. Later “wait Clarisse does this look good” you say gesturing to you outfit. Clarisse rolls her eyes “y/n for the hundredth time you look fine”. I’m sorry I say shaking my head “I just want everything to be perfect I mean this our first date in months”.

As you get up to go to the bathroom you grab you makeup bag. You turn to clarisse one more time.” Ok but simple makeup or” you asked. “I swear I’m gonna beat you if you don’t stop asking me questions” she says groaning. “Ok ok I’m sorry I’m going”. As your almost don’t with your makeup. You Start working on your mascara.

You end up making funny faces trying to get it on your lashes. You hear a chuckle behind you. You whip your head around to see luke. “ why are you laughing at me” you say. “Oh nothing your face it’s just a little funny”.

“We’ll whatever” you say jokingly rolling your eyes. “No no I didn’t meant it like that it cute I swear just carry on”. As you continue the rest of your makeup he starts looking more intense.” Observing there I see” you say with a slight laugh.

Can I try some. You look at him with a smirk. Ok then you say lightly grasping his chin pulling him closer. You can see a slight tint of pink painting his cheeks. As you grab you eye lash curler he pulls back. “What’s wrong I didn’t even start” you exclaim. “ that thing looks like a torture device”. He says looking scared. “Cmon your so dramatic luke”. “Ok but if you slightly hurt me with that I’m never speaking to you again. Ok whatever you say.

“But you gonna need to stay still” you say grabbing his chin once again. You curl his eyelashes and put mascara on him and a little highlighter blush and lipgloss. “Ok and your done” you say with a wide grin. He look in the mirror and smiled. “ wow I’m hot as a girl too” he says pretending to to push his imaginary long hair.

“Whatever you tell yourself” “oh cmon your telling me I don’t look fine” he says smirking “ to be honest Luke I think your cuter as a guy. “Well I’ll definitely take that”. “Hey you guys have been in here forever you guys aren’t-“ Clarisse walks in giving the weirdest look “ you know what I’m not even gonna ask” she says exiting the room.

You and Luke look at each other as you burst into a fit of giggles. “Well I’m gonna wash my face now” he says “oh yea do that before we scare the rest of the camp” when he finally finishes he look at me and give me a peck. “Ready to now love” he says holding out his arms. “Never been more” you say grabbing he of his arm and walking out both of you smiling as the sun sets.

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cypherthesuccubus · 2 months

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You can call us both….Daddy~

Alastor x Reader x Luci -Part 1- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!!

WARNINGS: smut, threesome, daddy kink, praise kink, body worship, cock worship, Gentle Dom Luci, Dom Alastor, mate marking, blood kink, slight bondage, S&M, tentacle play, anal, DP, she/ her pronouns, vaginal sex, creampie, facial, slight RadioApple action

Other tags: fluff, angst

Reader will always receive aftercare!!! ✨

Winner by popular vote!!!! Here’s Part 1 of your spicy endeavors with the radio demon and the big boss of hell himself~ I hope you sinners enjoy ~😈✨

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

My eyes open slowly as the Hell’s sun’s rays hit my face through the window pain of my glass doors; leading to my recently built balcony. I sit up to stretch my arms out while letting out a big yawn. Slowly pulling back the covers, I trudge out of bed as I make my way to the bathroom to start my morning routine. I soon then step out the foggy bathroom; already dressed for the day as I finish drying my hair. I make my way my vanity; sitting down as I go through my self care products. As I’m putting on lotion on my arms and legs, I hear some knocking coming from my sliding glass door. I look confused as to who that could be, but then remember the only person who greets me from my balcony was none other than the king himself. He waved at me as he presses his cheek against the glass “You gonna let me in (Y/N)?” I giggle at him as I make my way to the door; sliding it open as he proceeds to step inside. It’s funny how Luci and me got to be really good friends now. The first time we met was just like any other day; going through the motions and joining the group activities on time. It had been 3 months since being a part of the hotel on that day actually. It was that morning Charlie made this announcement saying that her dad was on the way here to see how things were going. It was nerve racking to say the least as I’ve never been in front of the King himself. But when introductions were made and small talk turned into joining the group activity we had planned that day. All the way up to him and me literally having a sleepover in my room; sitting at my vanity together while talking and sharing each other’s products we use. He made me laugh hysterically when I saw him put hair curlers on and he quotes “Whaaat~? They help give my hair its iconic style. Gotta look pretty for the public.” I was rolling when he placed his chin on top of his hands as he interlocked his fingers; batting his eyelashes for effect.

Ever since we would always hang out, thus making him come by the hotel more often. He really is good company. His goofball energy always knew how to cheer me up. We would talk about everything, including some secrets no one else knew. But lately, there’s been a secret that I can’t really bring up around him. I’ve kind of started developing feelings for him, which has became really conflicting. Before we met officially, I would hang around Alastor from time to time when I first became a part of the hotel. He was charismatic and polite when welcoming me to the hotel. We would occasionally sit on his balcony; having a cup of tea as we chatted about how our days went. We even had some very interesting and intellectual discussions on similar interests we shared. He went as far as showing me around his radio tower, which he never does to just anyone. It was even more of a privilege when he invited me to do a podcast with him. He told me that he enjoyed our conversations so much that he wanted to put it on the air. It was a lot of fun doing it too. After our podcast, there was surprisingly a lot of positive feedback. It seemed people really loved our views on things and wanted more. Soon through those 3 months, once a week, we had a podcast together and he called it “Radio Tea Time.” I thought it was clever since we started having these talks over a cup of tea.

Now here’s where the confliction of my developing feelings for Luci comes to play here. Since I’ve been doing these podcasts with Alastor, then just enjoyed in each others company after the show; I’ve also developed feelings for him too. Honestly, I don’t think I’m gonna get anywhere with Alastor to be fair. He never was interested in those sort of things to begin with. My best bet would be to pursue Luci all the way, but this part of me doesn’t want to forget my feelings for Alastor either. “Hey (Y/N), are you doing ok?” Luci snaps me out of my thoughts as I give him a reassuring smile. “Oh yes Luci I’m alright. I was just thinking about what I was gonna do after breakfast today.” He pauses for a moment to think of something. His face then lights up as he has a brilliant idea. “I got it! How about I take you and everyone in the hotel to Lu Lu World!” I look at him baffled by the tremendous offer. Seriously?! Lu Lu World?!?! I’ve never been there before and always wanted to go, but could never afford it. “For real?!?! You would take us to Lu Lu World?!?!” He grins sheepishly at me “Of course dear! I know the owner personally~” I laughed as I lightly punch him in the shoulder “Oh stop it you goofball.” He laughs as he then places his hand on the small of my back; directing me towards my bedroom door “Come on, let’s go tell the others on today’s change of plans.”

(Luci’s P.O.V)

I was pretty excited to show (Y/N) around Lu Lu World, since it her first time being here. Of course I was excited to spend more time with my daughter and all her friends at the park too. But to be honest, I really wanted to see (Y/N’s) eyes light up by all the amazing sights she was gonna see. As soon as we arrived at the entrance, she squealed in excitement like a kid in a candy store. Everyone and I had to chase her down cause she was so excited to ride some rides already. The first ride she wanted to ride first was the roller coaster call “The Second Death.” This ride is very popular to visitors so the line was super long, but luckily I’m the king so everyone and me can cut the line through VIP. The ride never disappoints with all its twists and turns. The ride will always leave your stomach doing loops, thus why so many sinners get sick afterwards. After the coaster, we then proceeded to the mini games that’s spread through out the park. I think (Y/N) enjoyed playing the games more than the rides. I even played a game with her cause she wanted the grand prize, which was a big stuffed yellow duck that wore a cute red bow tie. Of course me being the king I easily won it for her. “We have a winner!!! Here you go sir!!!” I take the duck from the imp behind the counter and hand it to her “For you, sweetheart.” She went all giddy and pulled me in for a tight hug “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!”

She then lets me go and heads towards the group; showing them what she has. A smile takes over my face as I watch how happy (Y/N) was right now. Seeing her smile is all the serotonin I need to keep going through this eternal life in hell. Since her and I have be really good friends since first meeting her; she’s always brought this glowing aura everywhere she went. She was always helping my daughter around the hotel whenever she can. Even when Charlie insisted that she could do it herself, (Y/N) always persuaded her otherwise to say yes to her help. Sometimes (Y/N’s) kindness would shine just as brightly as Charlie’s. They really were the definition of being the best of friends. “That was really nice of you dad!” I jump and turn to see Charlie standing behind me. “Ah Charlie! I didn’t see you there sweetie.” I straighten my coat and hat while dusting off my sleeves “I’m really glad that you found a friend in (Y/N) just like I do!” She smiles as she gives me a hug as well. “Any friend of yours is a friend of mine sweetie.” She lets go as she leads me back to the group as we continue onto the next ride. Sometimes I wish I was more honest with myself, especially with my daughter. I honestly don’t know how much longer I can keep this secret of mine.

In long story short, the longer I spent time with (Y/N)….the more I started to like her…..like….really like her. What do they call it these days? A crush? Yeah that sounds about right. But we have such a good thing going already; I really don’t want to mess anything up. Ever since Lilith and I separated, I’ve been scared to move on like this; thinking maybe she would come back. But since meeting (Y/N); helping me through some tough times and encouraging me to take care of myself; things have changed tremendously and I’m so afraid to take the next step. What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if this ruins our friendship if I decide to make a move? I don’t know what to do anymore!!!!

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

I honestly never intended to come to this wretched place they have the nerve to call an “Amusement Park” There’s nothing really amusing about it. Just simple lack luster thrills all for a ridiculous price. The only reason why I’m even here is because (Y/N) expressed interest on coming here. It’s fascinating really. We have so many common interests that we have expressed over our podcast; and yet here she is getting excited over something as simple as a theme park. Now that I find amusing. Her excitement is the only reason I’m still here; walking around this place along with a buffoon that calls himself a king. Watching (Y/N) run around; getting easily excited by one thing after another would be more entertaining; If Lucifer wasn’t following her around like a lost puppy. I will never understand how she can be “friends” with him out of all beings of hell. Husker I can understand. Angel is pushing it, but is fine. Even Charlie I can definitely understand, due to how much alike they are naturally. But Lucifer? He doesn’t honestly offer anything except the title, which doesn’t mean shit to begin with. I don’t know why this bothers me so much. These things usually don’t have me even taking a second glance at; let alone look its way. For some unholy reason, I seethe at the sight of Lucifer getting too close to (Y/N).

What is my deal?! I never waste my time on petty thoughts like this!! Why should I care?! Why do I care?!? This is not becoming of me!!! I need to focus on something else other than this. Just pretend that he’s not there. Focus more on (Y/N) and how entertaining she is. I soon then watch her grab the grand prize from Lucifer as she hugged him tightly for it. I grip my staff; almost bending it out of shape as I see Lucifer watch her walk away after the hug; him smiling as he looks at her….differently than usual. What is that look? What does it mean? WHY DO I STILL EVEN CARE?!?! I had a bad feeling this would be a bad idea to come. But something wanted me to, thus pushing all rational thoughts out of the question. That reason other than (Y/N) being amusing; I don’t know what else this feeling is. When I see (Y/N) being….close to Lucifer; I instantly want to kick his teeth in.

Why am I getting so possessive over (Y/N)?! I would never do anything like this for anyone!!! Yet here we are!!! I need to figure out things before I drive myself even more insane than I already am. Soon enough I will get answers to this conundrum, but right now I need to focus on how to keep my demeanor afloat while I’m still here.

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2knightt · 1 year

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The boys reactions if you asked to do their makeup?

the gangs reactions to you wanting to do their makeup!

!warnings!

1.fem!reader

2.mentions of putting concealer and foundation on, so like just imagine you bought ones that match them lol

3.swearing and minor violence at the end.

Johnny Cade ;

“johnnycakes, would you let me do your makeup?”

you said looking at your boyfriend sitting on your bed as you did your own makeup at your vanity.

“h-huh? like..on me?”

“yes johnny, on you.”

johnny wanted to object he really did but when you just stared at him he got nervous.

he just nodded his head yes because he didn’t want to disappoint you.

so you smiled as wide as you could and shot up out of your seat.

“really?! you’d let me?”

“huh uh…”

“EEK! well, sit down!!”

johnny sighs as he makes his way over to the chair.

johnny didn’t know what you were gonna do to him!

well, he did have an idea. he watches you do your makeup so often that he’s memorized your routine.

he has to admit, he was scared at first, but when you started to do his makeup he immediately relaxed.

johnny didn’t know you doing his makeup could be this relaxing.

he almost fell asleep!

johnny’s scared of the eyelash curler. he doesn’t like how close it is to his eye.

when you’re finished and you show him the finished product, he can’t help but look at himself at all angles!

“so? did i do good?”

“yeah, real good.”

Dallas Winston ;

only way you’re gonna do his makeup is if you have pity points!

if he forgot something special or you guys just finished settling an argument and he feels bad? you just got yourself dallas winston pity points!

put ‘em to good use.

but if you’re askin’ to do his makeup, i think you are!

“dal..?”

“yea?”

“can i do your makeup?”

expect him to slowly turn his head towards you with shock and disgust.

he has dignity!! he’s a cool tuff grease, what makes you think he’s gonna put ANY sort of makeup on??

“no.”

“well, do you remember the time that you got mad at me for like no reason? you still gotta make it up to me..”

“FINE. i’ll let you do my makeup. just don’t bring that up again.”

you smile as you grab your makeup bag while dallas groans.

if you have one of those cute lil headbands with animal ears on them please put them on him?? it’d be so funny??

“y/n are you fucking kidding me?”

“what do you mean dal? you look so cute!”

dallas has ZERO clue on what you do for makeup.

he doesn’t even know what concealer is.

when your finished he just blankly stares into the mirror while you laugh your ass off.

“this isn’t funny.”

“no-no you’re absolutely right! i-it’s just the fact that thee dallas winston is wearing makeup!”

Ponyboy Curtis ;

“gee, pony. im realll bored..”

when you started anything with ‘gee’ ponyboy knew you were gonna suggest something stupid.

“*sigh* what do you want to do, y/n?”

“you should let me do your makeup!”

ponyboy scrunched his face up at the idea, but the longer he thought about it, the more okay he was.

“okay, just don’t make it wear it out in public as some cruel prank.”

“i would never!”

ponyboy would also be another one to find you doing his makeup relaxing.

he doesn’t close his eyes though, he’s too busy asking and trying to guess what you do with everything.

“oh! what’s that for? is it to like…pluck my eyebrows?”

“no pony, it’s to curl your lashes.”

“what.”

he thinks you beating his face with a beauty blender is ticklish.

“stop moving!! im trying to blend out the foundation!!”

“it ain’t my fault it tickles!”

but when you’re done he definitely forgets it’s on and goes into the living room with the gang in there.

“WOAHHH WHAT’S ON YOUR FACE PONY?”

“you got something to tell us, kid?”

“OH SH-“

and now he’s running to his room to tell you to take it off as you hear the gang laughing like hyenas in the other room.

“y/n, y/n please take this off. i need to go get a pepsi.”

Sodapop Curtis ;

he is absolutely for the idea of you doing makeup on him!

when you asked him he smiled so bright, you could’ve sworn you looked right into the sun!

“love…you should like, let me do your makeup.”

“yeah!! let’s do it!!”

when you get your makeup out, expect him to be touching everything.

the second you put something down, it’s already in his hands.

“ew, why is it sticky?!”

“cause it’s a primer, babe. it’s supposed to be sticky.”

he puts you on his lap while you do his makeup so, ‘you can see better.’

yeah right.

so the whole time while you’re doing his makeup he has his hands around your waist with his eyes closed.

OH MY GOD PLEASE LET HIM PICK THE EYESHADOW COLOUR.

he may pick ugly colours that totally clash, but it’ll make him happy.

“uhh, oh! i like this red and…that purple!”

“…seriously?”

if you put lipstick on him, expect him to try to be kissing you all the time.

“soda!! stop tryin’ to kiss me, i’m trying to put the makeup away!”

“aweee, y/n doesn’t want my kisses…??”

let him have at least one and he’ll feel better.

he DEFINITELY keeps it on all day.

“what the fuck are you wearing?”

“you don’t like it stevey wevey?🥺”

he says while making duck lips in steves direction.

Darry Curtis ;

you have to ask when he’s tired.

because when he’s with you and tired, he’ll let anything you do slide.

so while he’s sitting on his chair with his head thrown back after ponyboy and soda are sleep, it’s the best time to ask.

“hey darry?”

“..yea?”

“since you ain’t doing much, can i..do your makeup?”

his eyebrows immediately tighten at the thought, but after 10 seconds he realizes theres no use in putting up a fight.

“sure doll. just be quick.”

and on that que, you’re rushing to get everything you need!

i don’t see darry liking the feeling of makeup, so this does infact have to be a speedy process.

he doesn’t ask what anything is, he trusts you enough to know what you’re doing.

he does not let you ANYWHERE near his eyes though, it freaks him out too much. but if you’re dead set on doing full glam, expect a long conversation of trying to convince him.

“do you really have to?”

“yes darry, eyeshadow and mascara is the KEY to any makeup look! especially with these pretty browns you have!”

when your done he’ll go look in the bathroom mirror and laugh a little before he asks for you to take it off.

if you’re feeling a little silly funny and goofy, do not take the lipstick off. let it stay there and pray it stays on ‘till the morning.

and if it does? you and the gang will have a field day oh my god.

“wow, super man! what do you do at night?”

“..what?”

“JESUS CHRIST DARRY, WHY DO YOU HAVE LIPSTICK ON?”

“…WHAT?!”

Steve Randle ;

unlike his best friend, steve isn’t one for makeup.

he’s ‘too tuff for any of that!’

bullshit!

all you gotta do is twirl your pretty hair and flutter those lashes and he’ll do it.

“aw, c’mon steve! it won’t be too long..”

“fine. but speak of this to anyone and i’ll tell them about last tuesday.”

and that’s how you got steve to sit down all nice and pretty to do his makeup!

he stares at you while you do his makeup.

he doesn’t have a goddamn clue what’s going on.

he barely understands foundation, so please be patient. he will ask what everything does too.

“whats that do?”

“this is blush steve, can’t have you lookin’ like a ghost.”

another one that picks out the eyeshadow colour, expect he actually picks good colours.

he is very aware of the what colours clash and what doesn’t, and he cannot be looking like a clown around you.

“pick which colours!”

“the cream and this blue.”

he is very nervous about the mascara, very.

but once you do one eye, he’ll even blink to help you!

when you’re done he thinks you did a great job!

he might even go terrorize sodapop for the jokes.

“don’t ya think i look pretttttyyy mr.curtis?”

“steve, get out of my house and never come back.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

he isn’t new to makeup in any shape or form.

so if you ask him to do his makeup, he’ll nod his head real aggressively.

“babyy…you should let me do your makeup.”

“i thought you’d never ask!”

his little sister has definitely put makeup on him before, but like, only kiddie makeup.

so when he seen the makeup you had?? he was astonished to say the least.

“woahh! you have actual eyeshadow, and real blush!”

he will sit there looking pretty, kicking his feet as you apply the highlighter to his face.

he licks off the lipstick as soon as you put it on.

he doesn’t mean too! he’s used to his little sisters chapstick that tastes like cherries.

when you’re finished his look, he WILL keep it on with pride.

he doesn’t care.

“two-bit, are you fucking serious.”

“yes i am. my wonderful girlfriend put it on, isn’t she just the sweetest?”

“…”

“I SAID, isn’t she just the sweetest.”

and now he’s a man with makeup, holding a switchblade, threatening someone to call his girlfriend sweet.

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unknownbl0ggerr · 6 months

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His shirt

Chandler Bing x Fem! Reader

The group catches y/n wearing Chandlers shirt, y/n and chandler arent out as a couple yet. (Kinda based off of the “rach can i borrow your eyelash curler i think i lost mine”)

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“Hey Chandler, wheres that white shirt you always wear? I thought you were gonna wear it when we all go to my show.” Joey asked and the rest of the group turned to look at Chandler. Chandler didnt answer for a second, “uh in the washer! I need to run a load soon.” He stuttered through the sentence. Joey thought nothing of it and neither did the others. “Alright well lets go see if y/n is up yet, she needs to get ready too.” Ross said opening the door as everyone walked across the hall to the apartment.

“Y/n! You up yet?” Joey called out. She walked out of her room not paying any attention to what was going on, “give me five minutes to get dressed and i’ll be ready.” Some of the others gasped and Joey just nodded before looking at the others, “what?”

Joey looked back at y/n and eventually noticed her shirt, then gasped as well. Y/n looked confused then looked at the shirt she was wearing, Chandlers shirt. Her eyes widened and she looked up at Chandler who’s eyes were also widened. “In the washer huh Chandler?” Ross asked as the group looked at him. Chandler gave a sarcastic smile before speed walking over to y/n and practically dragging her back to her room.

“Well 1. I definitely need to see you wearing my clothes more often because.. wow.” Chandler started gesturing to her making her smile and blush, “and 2. I guess its time to tell them huh?” Y/n laughed and nodded, “i guess so. I’ll get dressed and then we’ll talk to them okay?” Chandler nodded and sat on her bed as she went and got dressed.

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After she got dressed she walked out of her closet putting on her earrings, “okay ready?” She reached for the door but got pulled back, “one more thing.” Chandler smiled and pulled her to him, he cupped her face with one hand and kissed her. Once they pulled away she wiped the lipstick off his lips but kissed him on the cheek leaving a mark. “Now im ready.” He said smiling wide. She smiled back and nodded as she opened the door.

They were all in the same spot and immediately turned to the door. There was a minute of silence before everyone started talking, many “i knew it!” And “i called it!” And “you owe me that 20 bucks!” Were thrown around and Chandler wrapped an arm around your waist, “as much fun it was being a secret im definitely going to love this even more.” Chandler whispered quietly in her ear. She smiled and looked up at him as the others still argued with each other about their bets, “me too.”

Small one tonight as i finish the other one im working on. i had a dream about this last night actually about chandler and thought it wouldve been a cute prompt so i hope you all think so. Also I might start writing for Joey as well but we’ll see!

#fanfic #fanfiction #chandler bing x reader #chandler bing #chandler bing imagine #friends imagines #friends #friends series #joey tribbiani #ross geller #rachel green #monica geller #y/n

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stylesharrys · 7 months

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vodka and vampires [vamprry]

summary: harry comes back to town for his birthday, and you can’t keep your hands off him.

warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, teasing, biting, blood play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral (female and male recieving)

word count: 6,171

authors note: happy halloween angels!! here’s a nice, long, smutty vamprry for you!! also let’s just pretend it’s also harry’s bday hahahaa and fair warning – pure smut and some blood play :o

You take a deep breath, a smile tugging on your lips and you pound your fist against the front door of your old home. Nerves seep through your veins, stomach churning in excitement as you hear shuffling from the other side.

The door is yanked open, a brunette huffing at the loud sounds at such early hours of the morning. “Can I help you?” she sighs, her eyes still closed and she yawns out. You hold the flowers up to your chest, a sly smile on your lips and you clear your throat.

“I was looking for the birthday girl.” Teddy’s heart skips at the familiar voice, head snapping to look at you, and a wide smile overtakes her.

“Y/N!?” Her eyebrows are furrowed, lips parted, but the twinkle in her eyes is exactly what you were hoping to see.

“Happy vampire birthday-anniversary!” You cry out, arms swinging open and she tumbles into them, squeezing your torso in a bone-crushing hug.

You pat her shoulders, choking out a breath and she continues to hold you. “Still human, remember,” Teddy pulls away from you immediately, her smile still wide as she showcases her pearly white teeth.

She holds you at arm’s length, taking in your sleeping attire which consists of a pair of short shorts and an old shirt. You take in her appearance; silk pyjamas, her hair rolled into pink rubber curlers with her eye mask sitting on the crown of her head.

“You even sleep like a princess,” you scoff playfully, her glaring eyes warningly piercing into yours before she breaks out into a smile again.

“What am I doing? Get your ass inside, you must be freezing!” Teddy gasps again, moving aside and pulling the door open wider for you.

You smile widely, thanking her and she grabs your bag from your feet as you wander back into their familiar home.

Nothing has changed, everything is precisely where it was the last time you were there, seven months ago. Teddy wanders behind you after locking the front door, ushering you into the kitchen where she immediately finds a vase for the flowers.

You take a seat at the island, your nails tapping on the marble countertops and she spins around to you, your smile growing. “I still can’t believe you’re here,” Teddy grins, squeaking silently and you laugh at her excitement.

You’re about to speak before she holds her pointer finger up, her eyes glistening and an idea pops into her head. Before you can ask her what she’s thinking, she tells you to stay where you are and scurries off, her feet thudding up the stairs.

You snort out a laugh, clambering off the stool and wandering over to the fridge, pulling it open and eyeing all the blood bags, hoping to find at least a bottle of water.

You’re too focused on rummaging through the cold box to even hear a pair of footsteps patter against the ground, stopping a few feet behind you.

It’s their snicker that catches your attention, making you jump slightly and you close the fridge, spinning around with furrowed eyebrows. Your breathing is instantly caught in your throat as you stare at the green eyed man.

You’ve never seen him before, and you begin to worry as to why he’s here. While you adore Teddy and overcame the whole vampire thing a while back, it still sends shivers down your spine being around another – just because Teddy isn’t a bad guy, doesn’t mean the others aren’t.

You try your hardest to catch your breath, remind yourself that there’s no way in hell Teddy would put you in any type of harm's way. Perhaps he’s just one of her one night stands.

His dark hair is ruffled, unkempt and fluffy - clearly his bed head. Your eyes gaze over the sharp features of his face, his drooping eyes giving you a once over and you find yourself staring at his mouth, the dark stubble coating his jaw.

His skin is flawless, a gorgeous olive glow to his skin.

He continues to rake his eyes up your body again. “Can I help you?” you speak, your voice dripping with sass and a glimmer of mischief sparkles in his eyes.

Your breathing falters again as you try your damn hardest to compose yourself. He tears his gaze away from your body, your eyes finally meeting and a devilish smirk pulls on his plump lips.

The man raises his eyebrows, clearly stunned by your attitude and you raise your own in attempts to intimidate him. “Well I don’t know, you’re the one in my kitchen,” He retaliates, the honey in his voice drumming in your head like a sweet melody.

You scoff, though. This isn’t his home, this belongs to the most powerful vampires known to mankind. The ones that welcomed Teddy and her friends with open arms.

The Styles’.

Before you can question his statement, he stands from his seat, wandering around the island until you finally have a good view of him. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a very well toned stomach. You almost drooled at the sight alone, only just noticing the patchwork tattoos that adore his skin, but his godly voice breaks your gaze.

“Who exactly are you, honey?” his slick voice speaks, an amused smile pushing its way to the surface of his face.

You clear your throat, straightening yourself out and you turn to him fully, your hand on your hip. “Teddy’s friend,” you inform him and he lets out a melodic laugh.

“Teddy isn’t friends with humans,” he narrows his eyes at you, clearly not buying what you’re telling him.

You scoff. “Well I must be the first,” you counter, gaze now narrowing on him. “… who are you?”

“The names Harry, Harry Styles,” he introduces himself, taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, his eyes softly gazing into yours.

“Y/N,” you introduce yourself, although you’re still entirely unsure as to who this man really is.

He can’t possibly be a Styles. You know of the only three. Don and Anne, the eldest vampires known to mankind, and their daughter, Gemma. There was never a fourth.

“Lovely name, honey. Seems you’ve made yourself at home in my family’s house. Maybe if I wasn’t travelling, we might’ve met sooner,” your eyes narrow at the information.

Teddy stomps down the stairs, groaning when she notices the closeness of yourself and Harry.

She cringes at the sight of him admiring you before finally speaking, “Harry, get away from her. She’s my only decent friend outside of the guys and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to eat her.” she sighs, glaring at him and laughing at the horror on your face.

Harry smirks down at you, taking your hand in his again and he presses his lips against your skin before wandering off. You spin around, watching his back muscles flex as he climbs the stairs and your gaze is quickly snapped to Teddy.

“Is he really a Styles?” you wonder aloud, Teddy’s eyes widening as she nods her head.

“Yeah, I was shocked, too. He was super rebellious and refused to stay in Cheshire. Wanted to explore the world. I met him a few decades ago,” she informs you and you furrow your eyebrows while following her into the back garden.

“Hm, he’s like… really hot,” you comment, Teddy immediately stopping in her tracks and turning to you with a disgusted face.

Clearly, he isn’t her type… but he is certainly yours.

It’s been an insanely busy day.

With Andrew’s constant bossiness, it’s been almost impossible to sit down and rest for more than thirty seconds. He had everyone on their feet all day, but everyone else is a vampire, you’re simply a pesky human, so you had it much harder.

It’s 9:42, the party is just getting started and you’re pouring yourself a well-deserved drink. Teddy had wandered off to socialise with the guests, leaving you alone to drink away the night.

“What are you doing over here all alone, petal?” Harry ponders with a smirk as he approaches. You swallow the burning alcohol, spinning around to face him and your smile falls when you realise it was him.

Harry has been teasing you all day. He had insisted that he partnered up with you and your job with decorating and then had flirted for hours on end with his boyish charm.

You’d learnt that this entire party was actually for his birthday, rather than Teddy’s anniversary, but Harry had insisted that Teddy was celebrated as much as him.

You were flattered that he wanted to spend his time with you, of course. At first, you quite enjoyed the flirtatious banter, but then it started to get you heated. You were forced to watch him shirtless the whole day, listening to his intoxicating voice constantly.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could control yourself, and he knew that. He could smell your arousal and hear the stammer of your heartbeat whenever he got close to you.

“What do you want now, Harry? Aren’t you tired of me? You followed me all day,” you huff, taking another big gulp of your drink and he grins at you.

“Could never get tired of you. I think you’re insanely gorgeous if I’m honest,” he speaks so smoothly, his words almost don’t register in your mind. You raise an eyebrow, trying your hardest to keep your cool and not pounce on him there and then.

His gaze on your eyes falters, raking over your attire.

You’re in a slim burgundy dress that hugs you nicely, your hair cascading down your shoulders and back. You didn’t wear much makeup, but your face looks flawless.

His eyes are staring appreciatively and you take that as your chance to look at his attire. Tailored black trousers, a lairy shirt, and his hair is a perfect mess.

Your panties pool at the sight of him, your heart skipping a beat and Harry snaps his eyes back to yours with a smirk. You swallow thickly, taking another gulp and he leans against the wall beside you.

“So tell me, Y/N, how exactly do you know my family and friends?” Harry asks, a smile taking over his smirk and you place your empty glass on the bar.

“Don took me in when my parents died a few years ago.” You shrug, still slightly sensitive to the topic of your parents.

Harry doesn’t say anything, just squints his eyes. His gaze wanders behind you and you’re about to turn around until a firm hand on your hip stops you and a body stands by your side.

“Harry, you finally met Y/N,” you knew immediately it was Don beside you.

You smile widely at him as Geoff approaches. You leave Don’s side and hurry into Geoff’s open arms. He holds you close to him, kissing the top of your head and you pull away with his hand on your lower back.

“And just when did you get back into town?” Geoff’s soft voice speaks as he guides the pair of you back to the Styles’.

“Early hours this morning, wanted to surprise Teddy,” you respond, Harry’s eyes narrowing on Geoff and his closeness to you.

You almost didn’t see the anger in his eyes when Geoff kissed the top of your head again, but you definitely saw it when he winked at you before wandering off to find his sister.

“I see the dress fits you wonderfully,” Anne grins at you as she joins you all, causing your cheeks to blush furiously.

“Yes, thank you, again, Gemma!” you laugh, smiling up at the younger vampire and she shakes her head, telling you not to worry about it.

An awkward silence sits upon the three of you and you can’t stand to be there for much longer. You clear your throat and excuse yourself from them, pouring yourself another drink and wandering off.

You’re all hot and bothered now after Harry had been eye fucking you for the past ten minutes, you didn’t particularly want to be surrounded by intoxicated teens and hundreds of year old vampires.

You knew Teddy was already preoccupied with the party so she wouldn’t be too bothered that you wandered upstairs and out of the way.

Your back slides against the wall of the empty hallway, the bottle of vodka in your hands pouring its way down your burning throat and within minutes you’re a hot mess. The beat of the music downstairs drummed through your head and drowned out your thoughts of Harry.

But within seconds, you’re on your feet, swaying your hips to the music while your hands ruffle in your hair. You wobble on your feet, a giggle slipping off your tongue.

The music fades out to a stop but your body continues its intoxicated swaying. A loud clapping from behind catches your attention and you spin around with a laugh and hiccup. Harry’s leaning against a wall, his muscular arms folded over his chest and his eyebrows raised.

You giggle again, bending down to bow in front of him and he chokes out a laugh at you.

“You’re the full package, aren’t you,” he teases, a rush of heat prickling at your already warm cheeks and you grin at him. Another song begins to play from the party, your eyes glistening and your body moves to the music again.

Your eyes flutter shut as you bring the near-empty bottle to your lips, guzzling the rest of the alcohol without a wince.

Harry watches you, taking a swig of his own glass of bourbon. His pants are becoming increasingly tight by the second, his eyes darkening and the sounds of your breathing and steady heartbeat consume him.

Without another thought, he speeds toward you, grabbing your body and pinning it between him and the wall. You gasp under your breath, slowly gazing up at him with your big, innocent eyes.

He stares at your lips, his eyes dark with lust and desire. Your eyes land on his parted mouth, pink and plump. You swallow thickly, another hiccup slips from your tongue and you bite your bottom lip in wonder.

One hand grips your hip, the other strokes your cheek and your eyes flutter shut.

“What am I going to do with you?” Harry whispers huskily, the sound alone causing your panties to soak and you rub your legs together in an attempt to relieve the built-up tension.

Harry notices right away, a smirk forming on his lips and he jerks his knee between your legs, prying them apart.

You gasp out at his sudden actions, your legs clamping his thigh and he chuckles darkly at your state. You look like a lost puppy, entirely innocent under his wicked touch, but Harry knows it’s all an act.

He knows there’s another side to you, and he can’t wait to play with it.

“You’re being awfully quiet now, petal. Why don’t you show me what the pretty little mouth of yours can do?” It isn’t a question, and you know it.

He’s taunting you, breaking your wall brick by brick, and you both know it won’t last long before you lose control.

You swallow back a moan. “Yeah, I hear you like pretty little things,” you tease back, your eyes never leaving him and his smirk only grows.

He shifts against you, his aching cock rubbing against your thigh in the tight confinements of his pants and he grunts at the feeling.

Your eyes light up, amusement filling your senses and you press your hands on his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Harry immediately looks down at you with wide eyes, clearly surprised by your sudden confidence, but he isn’t complaining.

“You alright there, petal?” you ask, mimicking his tone while smirking up at him wickedly.

The twinkle of mischief in his eyes grows to the size of the moon, his iris’ consumed by his pupils and his grip on your waist grows tighter.

“Well love, you seem to have put me in quite a situation,” he flirts, grinding his crotch against your bare thigh.

You swallow back another moan, your eyes fluttering closed and he knows that he’s won you over.

The alcohol that’s running through your blood seems to have fled your system, abandoning ship and allowing you to make this decision that you’ll surely remember in the years to come.

You hum slightly, your voice drowned out in the blaring music, but Harry still hears you. You run your hands up his chest and to his shoulders, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

Another hum slips from your parted lips, Harry’s eyes drilling into them as he thinks of all the naughty things you could do with your mouth.

You bite your bottom lip, staring up at him while your hand fumbles with the doorknob beside you. You knew this house like the back of your hand, and so you’re not particularly bothered that you’re being shoved in Teddy’s bedroom after the door has opened.

Harry slams the door closed with his foot, his hands never leaving your hips. There’s only a little light from the soft moonlight that outlines Harry’s gorgeous features, you can barely see in the blackness of the room, but that makes it all the more exciting.

“You know, I always wondered what it’d be like to make out with a vampire.”

Harry spins the both of you around, pressing you against the tall window, the moonlight harsher on his face and you can see his mischievous smirk growing.

“Oh, baby, we’ll do a lot more than that,” your panties pool at his words, excitement screaming within you and adrenaline rushes through your veins.

You hum again, a smug smile pulling on your lips as you try to remain unphased by his words.

You grip his wrists, pulling his hands off your waist and you take a few steps away from him, spinning around and swaying your hips slightly to the beat of the music sounding from the floor below.

Harry watches you with hungry eyes, taking small and slow steps closer to you as you sway your hips.

Within seconds, he’s behind you, his cock digging into your ass, arms snaking around your waist and he buries his chin in the crook of your neck. You inhale a sharp breath, your back arching off his chest as Harry’s hands slowly travel up your sides.

He takes a slow step back, revelling at the sound of your heartbeat racing as his fingers brush up the bare skin of your arms.

He pushes the straps of your dress off your shoulder, rolling them down your arms, the top of your dress rolling down with it. You gasp at the coldness of the air hitting your bare breasts, your nipples hardening immediately as your dress is scrunched around your waist, still covering your ass.

Harry hums, pulling your hair behind your back and resuming his place behind you. His hands find your chest straight away, a small whine humming from the back of your throat as he toys with your nipples with his fingers.

Your eyes flutter shut, head falling back slightly and resting on his shoulder.

Harry grows excited, slightly grinding his crotch into your ass again and you purse your lips to suppress a moan. You push your ass further into him, tilting your neck to give him better access.

Harry’s lips skim over your neck, his nose rubbing against the flushed skin before he travels up to your jaw, his nose brushing against your cheek and you let out a moaning chuckle.

“Are we going to do this all night, or are you gonna kiss me?” you question breathlessly, turning your head so you can see his face better.

Harry stares at your plump lips, a colt of devils dancing in his eyes. His hand finds the back of your head, pulling you into him and his lips soar against yours hungrily.

He pulls your body to him, your chests now flushed against each other’s and his hands travel down your back. Your fingers find the buttons of his shirt and you tear it open in a rush.

You let out a soft mewl at the feeling of Harry’s large hands kneading your ass through your dress, his hands slipping beneath the fabric and pushing it down your legs, leaving you bare in just your heels and white lace panties.

His hands find your ass again, massaging and kneading while pulling you closer to him. You moan at the feeling, Harry using your parted lips to his advantage and he slithers his tongue into your mouth.

You groan at the feeling, kissing him back harder as your tongues massaged one another’s in a frantic mess. Harry shrugs his shirt off his body, your hands roaming every inch of skin of his torso, his body shuddering beneath your touch.

Your hands fall further down his body until you find his jeans, and you instantly remove his belt and unbutton his pants. With a rush of confidence, you push him away from you.

Harry furrows his eyebrows, taking a step toward you before you drop to your knees, his pants pooling at his ankles and you encourage him to step out of them.

You’re face to face with his hard cock, the thin fabric of his black boxers being the only thing in your way. You pull your hair into a messy ponytail, fingers looping in the waistband of his boxers until you notice a small glimmer behind him.

Your eyes light up and you shift the both of you around. Harry furrows down at you, but you simply smirk, nodding your head to the tall mirror that’s now behind you.

Harry’s wide eyes are so fixed on your ass in the mirror, that he hasn’t even realised you’ve already torn his boxers off him until your cold hand wraps around his big shaft and a strangled moan tears through his throat.

You stare up at him with innocent eyes, setting his tip on your bottom lip and kitten licking his slit. Harry throws his head back at the euphoric feeling, gazing down at you again before he watches you in the mirror.

He can’t decide which view was better, but as soon as you wrap your wet lips around him, his eyes shoot down to you like it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

“Fuck, baby. Keep going,” Harry grunts, his fingers tangling in your ponytail and gently pushing your mouth further down his cock.

You hum against him, your eyes fluttering shut and you flatten your tongue against him, running up the big vein on the underside of his cock.

Harry grunts out, shoving you further down him until he’s hitting the back of your throat. Your nose brushes against the short patch of dark hair, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes and you gag around him, your throat convulsing around his tip.

“Fuck!” Harry gasps out, pulling you completely off him and you gasp for air for a split second, before he thrust himself back in your mouth.

You stare up at him with watery eyes, your panties beyond pooled as you feel your arousal slowly seeping down your thigh.

Harry fucks your mouth until he begins to twitch on your tongue, profanities and cries tearing through his throat before he pulls out abruptly.

You catch your breath, taking his soaked cock in your hands and pumping him to his release, opening your mouth as he comes in hot spurts on your tongue. You run your finger over your tongue, swallowing while smirking up at him innocently.

Harry watches you intently, pulling you to your feet and smashing his lips into yours. He groans against you, the taste of himself something different, but the taste of your lips is intoxicating enough to keep him kissing you.

He yanks your hair down, fingers tangling in your locks and pulling you closer. One hand grips your hair, the other travelling between your bodies.

Harry’s fingers find your drenched core, and he pulls out of the kiss, rubbing over your panty covered pussy. He raises an eyebrow, your cheeks blushing profusely and your legs begin to lose their stability.

“Little excited, aren’t we, baby?” Harry teases, your eyes fluttering closed at the sound of his angelic voice and the perfect amount of pressure he’s pressing on your clit.

You hum out a small moan, your forehead falling on his collarbone and he chuckles at you as you clutch onto him for stability.

“Come on now, love. You can’t be tired. We’re just getting started,” Harry soothes teasingly.

In one swift motion, he spins you around, your breathing caught in your throat when you come into contact with yourself in the mirror.

You don’t realise how exposed you are until your back is flush against Harry’s chest, and you’re forced to watch him touch you in the mirror.

Harry hums and rests his chin on your shoulder, brushing your hair away and pressing open-mouthed kisses across your neck.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy and lips on your neck. Your head falls onto his shoulder, your eyes snapping open when a sharp pinch on your neck snaps you back into reality.

Your eyes are wide, lips parted as you stare at Harry through the mirror.

He raises his eyebrows.

“You’re gonna watch me touch you, baby. I want you to watch your own face when I make you cum.”

You can’t control the filthy moan that stumbles off your tongue at his words. Your eyes are forced open, your vision trained on his fingers as they crawl into your panties, swirling around in your arousal.

You whiter in pleasure, your hand clasping around Harry’s wrist and he tuts in your ear.

“Let go, baby. Let me touch you. I promise you’ll like it,” his raspy whisper is enough for you to let go of him, your body leaning against his and you watch his hand disappear into your soaked panties.

Harry groans in your ear, nipping at your earlobe and teasing your entrance with his middle finger, plunging in without warning and you gasp out in surprise.

Your jaw drops, eyes wide as Harry presses his finger deeper in you, slowly pulling out before shoving it deeper in you.

“Oh my god, Harry!” you pant out, your mind blurring and you begin to wonder what he could do with his cock if he could have you in such a state with just his fingers.

Harry coos in your ear, watching you through the mirror as he pumps faster and faster, using his vamp-speed to intensify the feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You’re a whimpering mess, your body shaking as your orgasm approaches quickly and you’re forced to watch your face contort in pure ecstasy.

The fire in your stomach only grows with every rough thrust, Harry adding another finger and you howl out.

“Come on, baby, you’re almost there,” Harry encourages, curling his fingers and hitting your g-spot with each curl.

You’re a complete mess, a pornographic moan tearing through your throat and sounding through the room, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel your orgasm crashing over you.

“Open your eyes,” Harry seethes through gritted teeth in your ear, his fingers thrusting and curling at an incredible pace, your eyes snapping open and you scream out in pleasure.

Your walls clench around his fingers again, your whole body shaking against his and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Harry slows his movements, pulling away from you and vamp-speeding you to the bed, laying against the sheets.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips while you continue to attempt to catch your breath. Harry pulls away, ducking down your body and peppering your stomach with kisses until he reaches your thighs.

You furrow your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” you ask in a breathless pant, leaning up slightly on your elbows.

Harry grins up at you from between your thighs.

“Well, baby, you already showed me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours. Now it’s time I show you what I can do with mine,” he winks, a lopsided smirk pulling on his lips and he dips his face between your thighs.

You gasp as he flattens his tongue against your core, dipping through your folds and your hands fly to his head.

You grip Harry’s dark curls in your fingers, whimpering at every lick.

“You know, not all of us have s-super vamp-ire recovery time. I’m just a… holy shit… just a human,” you stutter out between whimpers.

Harry gazes up at you through his lashes, pressing a soft kiss to your clit.

“I know, baby, which means you’ll orgasm quicker. And, it’ll be more intense than the last,” you open your mouth to reply but a loud scream tears through your throat instead.

Harry’s mouth latches onto your clit, sucking furiously while his tongue flicks over your swollen nub. Your back arches off the sheets, nails clawing away at Harry’s scalp and he grunts against your core, your body already shaking.

“Harry! F-fuck. I… oh my god!” you can hardly conjure up a coherent sentence, words wandering your scattered brain as you see stars.

He hums against you, the vibrations of his muffled moans spurring you on, the fire in the pit of your stomach igniting in an explosive flame.

You jolt up as a gasp slips through your throat, your eyes wide and wild and you scream out a filthy cry as you come on his tongue.

Harry smirks up at you, kitten licking your entrance and lapping up your juices as you pant for breath. He can’t get enough of you, reckons you’re the tastiest thing he’s ever had on his tongue since the dawn of time.

Your vision is still spotted, unable to see around in the thick darkness of Teddy’s room. Your fingers tangle back into Harry’s hair again, tugging his head out from between your thighs and he crawls up you, leaving soft kisses on your skin in his wake.

A breathless giggle slips from your lips, a tired smile on your face at the feeling of his hard cock brushing against your shaking thigh.

Your skin is on fire, with every touch Harry presses onto you, it ignites another flame, hotter and brighter than the one before.

His eyes are darker than ever, a predatory look plastered on his gorgeous features and your teeth clamp on your bottom lip nervously, your body shrill with excitement.

Harry’s hands travel up your sides, his eyes boring into yours and you squirm in anticipation beneath him. His hands find yours, locking around your wrists and pinning them above your head so quick it almost knocks the breath out of you.

You swallow thickly, your heart stammering and the sudden silence between the two of you is deafening. You want to hear his voice, hear him take control and demand you to stay still.

He holds your wrists in place with one hand, the other travelling down your face, locking around your throat softly while his thumb brushes over your bottom lip.

Your chest is heaving, staring at his lips as he stares at yours, surging forward and kissing you with as much force and passion he can muster up.

You moan against Harry’s lips, kissing him back with just as much force, your tongues massaging sloppily until Harry tears his mouth away from yours.

Your head falls back as his mouth finds your neck, pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin and nipping teasingly. You pant out, your eyes rolling back at the sensation and you buck your hips up, trying to meet Harry’s.

He notices what you’re doing immediately, and even though part of him wants to tease you further, he doesn’t think he can control himself.

He releases your wrists, his hand travelling between your bodies and his finger swirl through your dripping folds.

“Oh, God!” you whine in pleasure, a soft whimper sounding when he loses contact with you.

You furrow your eyebrows, about to ask why he stopped when a sharp pain tears through your neck, an unbelievable shot of pleasure pulsing through your cunt at the same time, and a choked sob escapes you.

Harry snaps his hips into yours at a dangerously fast pace, knocking the air out of you every time you gasp for another breath.

You’re seeing stars, your cunt over sensitive and neck pulsating with an odd feeling of both pleasure and pain. You choke out Harry’s name, your hands flying to his curls in which you almost tear from his scalp.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him as close to you as you possibly can. You sigh in relief at the feeling of Harry’s canines pulling out of your flesh.

His tongue licks a long stripe up your neck, cleaning away the blood and he pulls away, his face just inches from yours and your eyes widen, blood dripping slightly from lips.

You crash your lips into his, not having a care for the metallic taste that stains your tongue. Harry groans, pumping his hips into yours even faster and you scream out.

He pulls out of the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you catch your breath.

“Ride me,” your eyes light up in excitement at his words, and before you can even agree, he uses his vamp speed to turn the both of you over, his cock still buried deep within you.

Harry stares up at you in awe, your own blood smothered around your lips and chin, your hands firmly on his chest to steady yourself.

Your hair is a mess, knotted and tangled and your roots are dripping with sweat. Harry grips your hips, encouraging you to pick up your pace and you rock back and forth on him, whining at the intense pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.

Harry groans, not able to tear his eyes away from the blood dripping from the puncture holes in your neck, all the way down your chest and onto the swell of your tits.

He can’t control himself, his hunger driving him mad as he watches your perfect tits bounce with every thrust.

“Holy shit!” you cry out when Harry thrusts up and into you, leaning up and wrapping an arm around your torso.

His tongue dips to your breast, sucking on your hardened nipple before swirling up your chest and neck, cleaning up the dripping blood.

He pulls away, biting into his wrist and shoving it against yours. You groan against him, eyes fluttering shut as you gripped his arm, keeping his wrist to your lips and your wound heals.

Harry lays back, bringing you with him so your head is resting in the crook of his neck, your chest flushed against his. He slips out slightly before thrusting up and into you; the new angle causing you to cry out in ecstasy and your walls clench around him.

“Come on, baby. Cum all over me,” Harry encourages, your eyes rolling back and you let go completely, your walls and body spasming against him.

Harry cries a strangled moan, using his vamp speed to tear into you to spur his orgasm to the edge and without warning, he comes in hot spurts, filling you completely before he stops all movements.

You lay limp on his chest, whimpering when he manoeuvres himself so he can carefully pull out without hurting you.

Harry leans beside you, pulling the soft sheets over you both and wrapping his arms around you softly. Your breathing begins to steady, eyes fluttering shut and you curl slightly into Harry more.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday,” you sigh, cuddling into him and barely keeping consciousness.

He smiles down at you, his own eyes fluttering closed at the sound of your soft breathing and steady heartbeat.

Just as he is about to slip into a well-deserved slumber, the bedroom door creaks and his eyes peel open.

Teddy slowly steps inside with furrowed eyebrows, eyeing the conspicuous clothes that are torn and scattered around her bedroom floor before her eyes land on her bed, her two best friends naked in her sheets.

Teddy’s eyes widen, Harry squinting and silently wincing at the fact that they’ve been caught. A thick silence falls upon them for several minutes, Harry not having the guts to apologise and Teddy not knowing what to do or say.

Harry opens his mouth to speak when an unusually high-pitched tone comes out instead of his own, and a nervous smile overtakes his lips.

“So…” he swallows thickly, “How was the party?”

aaAHHhHh pls let me know what you thought, and give it a reblog, feedback is always massively appreciated xx

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teeny-tiny-revenge · 2 months

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Came across this in a fic again and I have to vent for a moment here: Ed's hair isn't unclean or not taken care of. Ever. Even at his lowest, in the first two episodes of season two, his hair is light and blows with the wind, it's got perfect waves, there is zero grime in it. Impossible Birds Ed hair has clearly been fairly recently washed, combed out and conditioned. Ed canonically loves soap, and you don't get that hair without owning a comb or brush and frequently working oil into it. He's at sea! The air is salty! It'll dry out your hair, but Ed's hair doesn't ever look dried out. The day he decides to commit suicide he puts his hair up into a lovely bun, with whispy stands framing his face. I have no idea what some people are watching, because Ed taking meticulous care (and most likely also putting pride and love) into his hair is clear, on-screen canon.

Like, if you want to write about how he was neglecting himself in his depression Kraken era? There's plenty there for you on screen as well! He sobs all night, probably sleeps on the floor if he sleeps at all. He doesn't wear his knee brace. He drinks and does drugs (and admits to that being poison to Frenchie!). He's pushing everyone away, he's pushing himself hard into a role that made him passively suicidal even before the breakup depression. He doesn't watch his back during raids At All. There's so much self harm there to address. If you want to, it would probably be plausible to add him not bothering to properly care for any wounds he might obtain during a raid. But he clearly doesn't neglect bathing and hair care. They're probably the only elements of self-care he actually still does during this dark time!

Even rock bottom Ed doesn't neglect his hair. And that says things about him! It's also something I'd love to see actually addressed in fic (will probably write it myself one of these days...): Taking good care of his hair, putting on jewelry, doing his makeup, these are things that seem to bring Ed joy or relief in his darkest moments. Where's my fic about these quiet moments of self-care being a straw he clutches to when everything else is terrible?

I love a good bathing together/doing each other's hair fic. It's intimate and loving! And Stede and Ed are prime material to write a mutual caretaking and bonding over it couple! Ed canonically loves soap and taking care of his hair! And Stede brought an entire fucking bathtub on a ship, the wonderful madman. S1 Stede's hair is always carefully curled, and we know that's not its natural state (it's wavy but not in this manner) from seeing him in S2, away from his certainly plentiful bath and grooming equipment. Stede probably has an hour of daily hair routine! We know he has nice smelling, probably expensive soaps. Where's the fic where they share in this?

There's so much potential! They can show each other their favourite care products! Sometimes they'll work on each other and sometimes not at all! Ed's rich hair oils will make Stede's hair all sticky and weird! Ed will think it's hilarious and adorable, he'll try to ruffle his hair and make it stick up worse and Stede will pout! 🥺 He'll look like this, just with weird spiky hair! One ill-advised day they try putting Stede's curlers in Ed's hair and then they almost can't get them back out because Ed's hair is so long and has lots of natural wave and it'll cling to the curlers and it's awful (they laugh about it afterwards, once Ed has very carefully brushed his hair out again and it no longer pulls at his scalp).

Makeup was a thing done by men and women at the time, especially for aristocrats (as seen in Episode 5), so Stede will know his way around hoity toity makeup, meaning rouges and whites (contained lots of lead, yuck!). Meanwhile Ed does pirate costume makeup for Blackbeard endeavours, that's a whole different thing. And both of these are makeups they don't actually enjoy doing (Stede avoids heavy makeup for the party, and Ed's Kraken makeup is part of his whole Everything Is Awful And I'm Making Myself Feel That look). But we see Ed do nice makeup that seems to be him! On his supposed to be final day on Earth, he cleans away all the Kraken coal, he cleans up his cabin, he gets rid of drugs, booze, Izzy (everything that was harming him), he does up his hair really nice and in a style that's very much Not Blackbeard, and he puts on a gorgeous bit of eyeliner that really brings out his eyes. And now that they're safe and happy together, when Ed decides he wants to look pretty today, not only can Stede lose his marbles over the look, Ed can also show him how to make his own eyes pop like that. They can stand in front of their mirror together, giggling and trying not to poke anyone in the eye.

Like. This is a fancy bathroom items for fancy bathroom items couple. They will bond over their love of bubble baths and nice smelling soaps and soft oils for hair and skin! They will learn each other's routines and how to do them just right for them. Let Stede learn that Ed loves his baths scalding hot (Stede has to wait a while for it to cool before he joins him in the tub because he'll get all pink and lightheaded). Let Ed learn how to put in Stede's curlers for him if Stede wants his hair to look extra fluffy the next day. Let Ed learn to massage Stede's back and Stede learn to massage Ed's knee. There's so much potential for loving caretaking with this ship. The trope doesn't at all require Ed to not know or not want to take care of his hair and hygiene. Fuck's sake.

#okay #bye #I can't believe we're still here folks #why were we ever there?#ofmd #ofmd meta #ed teach #stede bonnet #teeny rambles #teeny rants more like #🤨

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shiftermia · 8 months

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— sour wolf

remus lupin x reader

platonic!sirius black x reader

where sirius asked you to do his makeup and remus got jealous

a/n: fluffy, remus my love. If y’all have anything specific you want to read, I’ll take requests!

“And before you put on the eye shadow, you do the mascara first,” you explained to Sirius, who sat in front of you.

You weren’t that experienced with makeup but when Sirius commented how cool it would be to wear it, you couldn’t resist offering to teach him what little you knew.

“Why?” Sirius asked with furrowed brows, his eyes bright with interest.

You gestured for him to look up so you could do the mascara. “It’s different for everyone but I do it first cause if you mess up its easier to clean.”

Sirius smiled slightly looking up at his dorm ceiling, “I think I’m going to have to do that too.”

You shook your head a little, “it’s just till you get used to it,” you said softly putting the mascara away, now finished.

He licked his lips and avoided your eyes, “do you think I could borrow it sometimes?”

You smiled, nodding your head grabbing the eyelash curler, “yeah, these are for you, what are you talking about?”

Sirius widened his eyes in disbelief, “wait really?” You nodded your head and he barked a laugh. “But what about you? Aren’t these yours?”

You giggled grabbing his face and starting to curl his lashes, “I have more in my dorm, I’m just giving you these.”

“What would I do without a friend like you?” Sirius asked, laughs escaping his lips.

You grabbed your eyeshadow palette and faced him, “not have makeup, now what color?”

Sirius pursed his lips for a moment, looking at all the colors before pointing at a dark red one. “That one, I like that one.”

You sighed with a smile, “you really are a Gryffindor, close your eyes.”

Sirius smiled and tucked his long black hair behind his pierced ears. “That’s where I got placed, darling.”

You both laughed loudly at that, Sirius’s laugh sounding more like a bark.

“Don’t call me that, you flirt!”

Sirius shook his head and was about to say something else when the door opened rather roughly revealing your beloved boyfriend, Remus Lupin.

“Oh, don’t mind me, go back to flirting with each other.” He stormed to his bed and sat down on it, taking off his shoes.

You and Sirius gave each other a wide eyed look and faced Remus once again.

“Oi, whats got in your pants Moony boy?” Sirius exclaimed closing his eyes so you could finish his other eye.

Remus didn’t even turn around, “shut up, Sirius.”

“Don’t be such a sour wolf rem,” you sighed out, distracted on doing Sirius’ eye shadow.

Remus laid out on his bed and snatched his book. “M’ not a sour wolf.” He said grumpily.

“he’s just mad cause I’m hanging out with his darling, instead of him hanging with you, eh Remus?” Sirius called out looking in the mirror studying his makeup.

Remus glared at Sirius and you took that as a sign to get him out of the room before Sirius said anything else.

“Sirius, you want some lipstick?” You asked showing him the two that you brought. “Maroon or lipgloss?”

Sirius hummed and tilted his head, “I dunno, what’d ya think Moony?”

Remus glanced up annoyed, “get out, Sirius.”

Sirius simply nodded unbothered, “maroon it is, your so helpful Moony boy.”

You glanced at Remus to see him rolling his eyes and put the lipstick on his lips. “And now rub them… and your done!”

Sirius looked at himself in the mirror and smiled happily. “It’s perfect! You’re a doll!” He blew a kiss in your direction before running out the room, presumably going to the common room to show James his makeup.

You looked towards Remus to see him actively avoiding your gaze and sighed.

You left the makeup there for Sirius and walked to his bed. “Remus?”

The boy simply turned to the next page, ignoring as you climbed on the bed. “Reeemus?” You sang softly.

“What?” He asked, firmly keeping his eyes away from you. He would immediately cave if he did, how could he ever ignore someone with eyes like yours?

You leaned over him, “are you jealous?” You tilted your head, a strand your hair falling in your face.

“No,” he put down his book and played with your hair instead of looking in your eyes.

You lowered your head to meet his eyes, lips pulling to a grin that had him wanting to kiss you. “Remus?”

He sighed and stared up at you, “yes, dove?”

At the nickname you beamed and straddled his waist, leaning fully on his chest. “missed you today.”

Remus placed his big hands on the small of your back. “yea? Probably would’ve seen me sooner if you weren’t with Sirius.”

You scoffed and ran a hand over his neck, “you know Sirius would get with James before he got with me.”

Remus huffed a short laugh and ran a hand over your head. “You’re completely right, dovey.”

You sat up a little and caressed his face in between your hands. How was it that he was so breathtaking? Every time you looked at him, there was a pang in your chest, yelling at you to go to him.

You weren’t clingy with anyone, you couldn’t really hug any one without it being awkward on your end but with Remus it was different. You could spend all day in his long arms and never want to leave.

“Then why’d you get jealous?” You asked, lips hovering over his.

Remus stared at your lips. “What’d you mean? I didn’t get jealous.”

“Oh you didn’t?” You raised your eyebrows and moved your head slightly, Remus followed the movement and shook his head.

“It was an act.”

You hummed sarcastically, “oh it was?”

He licked his lips and put a hand on your chin, “it was just to get Sirius out of here, wanna have you all to m’self, dovey.”

You smiled and finally kissed him, lips together as if they were made for each other. Moving rather slow but passionate.

“I love you, grumpy.” You whispered in between kisses and he huffed a small laugh.

“m’ not grumpy.”

“Whatever you say, rem.”

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melminli · 2 months

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drabble

Modern bf Coryo would find it weird if you did things without him. Like, what do you mean you go out by yourself?

You two would always do everything together and be that one couple that would never be seen without the other. You were sort of this unspoken unofficial but somehow still kinda married couple in your friend group.

"Where are we going?" Coryo's voice sounded confused as he looked at the clock. As far as he remembered, you had nothing planned for today, and yet here you were in your shared room getting ready. He leaned against the doorframe as he waited patiently for an answer while he watched you.

You were taking off your eyelash curler and reached for your mascara. "Well, I'm going out with the girls today." You said and gave him a slightly apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Coryo. I must have forgotten to tell you."

He pouted slightly at what he heard. "You look pretty." He said, mumbling slightly and leaning in for a kiss when you walked to him and wrapped your arms around him. "I'm going to miss you."

You laughed. "It's only for a few hours. You're acting like you're a wife sending her husband off to war."

"Well, I feel like a wife sending her husband off to war." He replied, wishing he could just put you in his pocket so he could always carry you with him. "I know girls' night can be pretty rough. Call me if you need anything."

"Of course I will, my pretty wife."

Coryo furrowed his eyebrows as he grabbed you by the shoulders. "I was just going along with the joke. Don't make a habit of it." He spoke sternly as you rolled your eyes playfully. He continued. "Otherwise, you'll have to take me with you."

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Makeup Routine Pablo style :)

Summary: Pablo does a voice over for your makeup routine hehe

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: none/ cute bf!pabloo

"Okay bebé, you click here when you are ready and do a voice over the video" you explained and Pablo smiled nodding his head and listening to your instructions carefully. Things he does because he loves you are insane including doing silly TikTok trends like this.

"I'm ready!" Pablo said clicking the start button and starting to watch the video you already recorded.

"okay. hola guys! it's pablo but that's not important here..this is my girlfriend when she wakes up..absolutely beautiful but she still decides to put makeup on" Pablo started and you giggled at his little comments seeing how focused he was on what you were doing.

"Bueno, she is putting on some cream..to make her skin..glow, sí?" he said looking at you for approval but you just shrug your shoulders leaving him on his own.

"Then she is putting some brown stuff on her face next which makes her roll her eyes to the back of her head..I make her do that too..um" Pablo jokes and you had to laugh catching it on camera before he continued.

"Then some eye cream to hide dark circles because I keep her awake most nights" Pablo continued teasing and you laughed some more at how into it he got.

"Ai! Que es ese amor!?" Pablo was referring to the bronzer and you again shrugged making him think of the word for what he was seeing.

"So she puts some more brown stuff on her face..um...I don't know...but she looks beautiful. I know this one! She puts blush on her cheeks next! So she looks even cuter if that's even possible! Díos mio look at her when she smiles...preciosa!" Pablo said smiling wide while watching your blushing cheeks trying to catch on with the video.

"Okay! Okay! Rápido! Then she is fixing her eyebrows with jelly stuff and spraying..water? Amor, esto es tan loco!" he said and you giggled at his lack of knowledge but you find it cute knowing that he is trying.

"Then she...Díos! Eso es peligroso amor!" he was referring to eyelash curler and you laughed at how terrified he looked while watching you curl your eyelashes.

"She made her eyelashes go up..adding mascara..funny face..then some shiny stuff on her nose and cheeks and some lipgloss..uuh me gusta este color en tu boca..besitos!" he puled you in kissing your lips and it was clearly heard on the microphone before video ended.

"So? How did I do?" he asked after you pulled away from the kiss still sitting on his lap holding his face in your hands.

"Such a good job! I'm proud!" you say giggling and touching your noses together about to get up and edit the video but he pulled you back down onto his lap making you feel his growing bulge..is there ever a time Gavi isn't horny?

"Proud enough for a reward?" he smirked and you nodded giving in and kissing his lips passionately as you both went to your shared bedroom ;))

Short but sweet little idea ;))

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goth-mami-writer · 5 days

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✨️Gojo AU Drabble✨️

{He's your ex that doesn't like it when you date other guys}

~~♡Did this for fun, and wanted to share♡~~

《 You saw your phone ringing that night as you hurried to get ready. Gojo, your ex, was calling.

....Of course he was.

Every post you made on Instagram warranted a phone call, but you knew this one particular would warrant special attention. Your new boyfriend had tagged you in a post showing the world the bouquet of red roses he had bought to celebrate 6 months of your new relationship. He was kind and sweet like a daydream, everything that Gojo just wasn't. It was a nice transition, seeing that Satoru was often none of those things.

But you noticed a difference in this new suitor that often made you hesitant when it came to dates and affection. You thought maybe it was how fast the relationship had grown. But you just weren't sure.

“Remind me why I haven't blocked you?” You said, answering the call as you unraveled the last curler from your hair in front of your vanity mirror.

You had only an hour left to get ready for your date that your boyfriend had planned, and you were rushing to be on time. A bobbi pin hung from your lips, and you realized your stockings had torn up the side of your thigh already. There was no way you could entertain Satoru right now. The jealous bullshit that he was known for with your new boyfriend was becoming a pain.

He laughed on the call after you answered. He loved it when you tried to act grumpy. You quickly grabbed your bottle of hairspray as he spoke haughtily with what you knew to be a shitty grin painted on his mouth,

“You'd never block me- shut up.”

“Yeah?-” You said, rushing to dust on your setting powder once you checked your makeup,

“And you'll never leave me alone now that I got a new squeeze, huh?”

Gojo laughed again, letting you have your little moment of fun, but his jaw tightened when you threw it in his face that you had a new boyfriend. He thought being promoted to CEO and making six figures would surely keep you from dumping him those months ago.

But, he never thought he'd be wrong.

“Oh, please-” He said, rolling his eyes over his dark sunglasses as he stood away from his desk at the office,

“Your little boyfriend is a fucking dork. He doesn't even know you hate roses.”

“I don't hate roses.” You said from across the room as the phone sat on speaker while you drug out your dress from its dry cleaning bag in the closet.

“Sure, but you prefer red tulips.” Gojo replied shortly, freezing you still as you listened to how much he remembered from your time together.

“-With the stems cut short… so you can put them in that vase in the dining room without them hanging over.”

Your mouth hung agape now, and you stopped zipping the back of your cocktail dress to come closer to the phone, almost in disbelief of how much info he was holding onto.

For what?

You thought this was all just a ploy. A mean act to get back at you for dumping him. This felt….emotional. You blinked quickly and scoffed, trying not to act bothered that he remembered something so stupid as your dining room vase,

“Did you call me for a reason, or did you just wanna just be an ass? I have to get ready.”

You heard him smile again after knowing that he had your attention now but then said concludingly,

“Just wanted to see what Mr. Smooth had planned for your…little date night- thing?”

“That is none of your business.” You fired off smartly, putting in your earrings until you painfully realized that this was the set that Gojo had bought you. Quickly, you became annoyed and tossed them back down to your vanity.

“Well. I've got a work thing tonight, so I won't bother you.” He said as you tried to find another pair of earrings.

-or literally anything else besides the thought of him remembering your stupid favorite flower.

“How gracious of you.” You grumbled sarcastically, and Gojo chuckled, loving the sound of your mouth getting tight when you became this pissed. Especially over something he instigated.

But you wanted to give him no satisfaction in this conversation and you mentioned deviously,

“Yeah, I'd call to update you later but… the bed creaking might be too loud for us to chat.”

You giggled, thinking that mental image might set him in his place but he responded fearlessly with a dickish remark that made your blood boil just right,

“Please- that accounts-receivable toothpick couldn't creak that bed if he tried. We all know who had to tell your neighbors not to call the cops at 3 in the-”

You gasped loudly in a shriek to his boldness and hung up the call with a smack. Your face turned beet red either in anger…or something much worse as you beat your fist into the dresser. He still had such a grip around you and the way you felt. You could never tell anyone, but....you dated this new guy solely to forget about Satoru Gojo once and for all. He wasn't anyone special. You hardly even tolerated him.

But, fuck, it wasn't working if this was to try and forget about your ex.

You put on a determined grimace as you slid on your high heels and told yourself that tonight was it.

If you thought about Gojo even once during this dinner, it was over. You couldn't string this guy along anymore. It wasn't right. You took a deep breath, but amid that moment of concentration, you began to laugh. Your shoulders shook the gentle laughter that grew louder with each second you tried to stifle it away.

You happily remembered the night Sato had mentioned being an ass. At 3am, Gojo stood at your door to ease the concerns of your worried neighbors who heard yelling and banging. You laughed harder, remembering his red face and labored breath, telling them whatever wild lie that might prevent a call to 911.

That's the kind of mischief you were used to with him. Together, you both laughed for the rest of that night and you knew now that you'd never find that joy with someone else.

They weren't Gojo. And that was the big ginormous difference that kept you away from committing.

Wasn't it?

"What a fucking asshole." You said with a warm sigh and a wide smile as your thoughts swooned in what you knew to be nostalgia.

Maybe your boyfriend was just a fucking dork?》

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujitsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo satoru #gojo x reader #drabble #one shot #jjk au

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hyunfilms · 9 months

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | eight.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 5.5k

—chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption (not by oc), very platonic slow-dancing with jisung, we hear jisung's feelings about the accident 🥺, a bit more descriptive details of the accident, more minho x oc interactions yay!!, flashback - kisses/probably err on the side of making out lol

"Shit, I need to be at Yeong-Su's in the next five minutes or else my parents are gonna kill me." Jisung huffs as he struggles to get his tie done. You put your eyelash curler down to help him because you can't watch him struggle any longer. You step in front of him and take over, neatly securing his tie around his neck before looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you." He lets out a breath of relief before looking at himself in the mirror once more.

"You're welcome. You should go."

"You're gonna be okay?"

"I will."

"What are you trying to say?" Chan yells from their room, making the two of you laugh.

"You look beautiful, cielo."

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself, pachi." He smiles.

"See you guys down there." He calls out before rushing out of the room to meet the groom and the groomsmen. You finish curling your lashes, adding some light falsies to spruce up your look. You didn't add much makeup since you were going for a more natural look, but you were satisfied with how it turned out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure in the beginning, you hadn't done this in a very long time. It feels nice.

When you finally give your hair one last fix and spray a bit of perfume, you step into Chan and Seungmin's room, seeing them fix their suits a few times while looking in the mirror. Chan's eyes dart from the mirror to you, then back to the mirror before he's doing a double take.

"Wow, you look amazing Y/N." He turns to look at you. "And you were saying you weren't sure about the dress?"

"I just haven't dressed up like this in awhile, you know?" You shrug. "San said it was nice." Your hands brush down the fabric of the dress while Seungmin and Chan chuckle.

"San was right." Chan nods. "Though, I hope he knows we won't make it easy for him to weasel his way into your heart." Chan focuses on tightening his tie once more.

"Seriously, Y/N. You look stunning." Seungmin adds. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm. Ready when you two are."

"Alright, let me just throw on my watch and I'll be good." Chan says, snatching his Rolex off of the nightstand and securing it around his wrist. The three of you head straight towards the garden area, your eyes light up at all the wedding decorations. The venue was decorated beautifully with its sage, taupe and champagne flowers and tones.

You're pulled out of your daze when you hear a familiar voice greeting Seungmin and Chan, Chan glancing over at you once you've met the eyes of said familiar voice.

"Y/N, hey." Minho says, slowly eyeing you up and down. "W-wow, you look amazing." You look at him with a small smile as you also peep his outfit— a crisp button up with a black tie, sleeves rolled up mid-way with nicely pleated grey slacks. It's simple, but it works well for him. His long, brown hair slightly drapes over his eyes, a silver watch sitting prettily on his wrist.

"Hey Minho. Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." You chuckle just as Chan gently tugs at the gift bag in your hand.

"I'll go place this down at the gift table for you, alright? Gotta put my gift down too." You give him a small nod before returning your attention to Seungmin and Minho. They're chatting amongst themselves, and you find yourself shuffling closer to Seungmin as the crowd grows.

"You okay?" Minho suddenly asks. "Did you take your medicine?" Seungmin subtly bites onto his bottom lip while he watches your eyes shift upwards at Minho. Suddenly, Minho feels a little embarrassed for outwardly showing his worry for you. He knows this isn't the time, he knows he needs to step back. "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay." You give him a reassuring nod. "I did this morning. I appreciate the reminder, though." Minho simply nods in acknowledgement before Seungmin butts in.

"We should find our seats." He says, watching the rest of the guests settle into their seats. Seungmin's hand settles on the small of your back, gently pressing you towards the way to your seats. At this point, Chan re-joins the group and follows along, greeting some of Jisung's family members on the way over. Seungmin takes the seat near the aisle, followed by you, Chan and Minho. Just as Chan settles into the seat, Minho meets your eyes and his facial expression softens. The corner of his lips tug upwards into a tiny smile that you almost miss, and he doesn't necessarily peel his eyes off of you even as the pianist starts to play the entrance song.

You feel that look settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh shit, it's starting already." Chan harshly whispers over to you and Seungmin. The three of you stand as the pianist plays the song loudly, the bridesmaids accompanied by the groomsmen. Jisung walks down the aisle with a smug smirk on his face that makes Chan, Minho and Seungmin quietly laugh to themselves. Shortly following behind is another couple, then another— until the entire group passes and lines up at the altar. Once they've settled in their positions alongside of Yeong-Su, Yuna begins to make her way down the aisle looking beautiful as ever in her wedding dress.

You watch the way Yuna and Yeong-Su look at each other so lovingly in the eyes as they go through their vows, the tears still flowing down their cheeks— causing everyone in attendance to break into their own tears and sniffles. You wonder what it's like to be completely enamored by someone, to love someone so deeply and with everything in you;

What is love?

Were you ever in love at some point? True, genuine love?

Your eyes wander to the ocean just behind the venue, before they fall onto Minho again. But, when you turn, you find that he's looking at you already and his expression is unreadable. He is always unreadable, but it's the feeling you get that confuses you the most.

"Kiss!" Seungmin yells just as the crowd begins to yell along, making you chuckle. Minho is no longer looking at you, and he's snapped himself back to current times— back to reality.

God.

The wedding passes quickly, with the reception following shortly behind. It's a short distance of a walk, the huge tent with champagne-colored drapes right around the corner of the hotel. The view of the sunset and ocean is clearer in this area, with the breeze a bit stronger [though it hits the drapes and decorations beautifully].

"Cielo." Jisung comes from behind, causing you to turn over your shoulder to look at him. "Are you still doing okay?"

"Mhm." You nod. "I was just about to to grab a drink."

"I can do it—"

"It's fine, pachi. I got it." You give him a toothless smile as you step forward to the self-serve area for the drinks; all the fruit-flavored, non-alcoholic drinks lined up in cute beverage dispensers with gold detailing. You help yourself to some of the strawberry mango concoction that's almost gone, waiting for every drip to fall into your cup.

"I'm nervous." Jisung whines a bit, watching as you wait for your cup to fill.

"Why are you nervous? You're going to be fine, Ji."

"I haven't sang in front of my family in such a long time."

"And I'm sure you'll do great. They'll love you. Besides, you'll have Seungmin with you." You finally bring your cup up to your lips while you turn to Jisung.

"You don't think my singing voice is icky, right?"

"Jisung, please." You chuckle and shake your head. "Your voice is lovely. Your family will love it." You give his arm a gentle squeeze. "Promise." He lets out a deep breath before he nods.

"You're right." He walks alongside of you as you walk back to the table, Chan helping himself to the salad and bread that was just served. The three of you engage in small talk over some food, while Minho decides to sip on his drink near the open bar area. He watches the way you laugh and smile, his gut wishing he was the reason why—

"Please tell me you're just taking way too long to decide which drink you'll go for after you finish that." Seungmin comes to his side, making Minho damn near choke on the cocktail he's sipping.

"Excuse you."

"Creep." Seungmin gives him a look and Minho glares at him.

"I was just people-watching."

"Like that makes it any better."

"Would you mind your own business, Kim Seungmin? Don't you have a song to sing soon?"

"Soon, not right now." Seungmin sips on his cocktail before digging his other hand into his pocket. "So, staring at Y/N?"

"I wasn't staring at her." Minho looks at him, but all Seungmin does is cock a brow up. "I mean I was, but like, I was just making sure she was okay.. from a distance. It wasn't too long ago when I brought her to urgent care."

"Was that hard?"

"What?"

"To say that you care."

"She's still my bestfriend at the end of the day." Minho blurts out the first excuse that comes to mind even though he has no right to play that card.

"Alright then." Seungmin shrugs, half-understanding why Minho was acting the way he was, half-not-understanding why he couldn't just say what was on his mind. "Whatever you say, my guy. I'm gonna head back to our friends." He heads for the table with Minho following shortly after.

The remainder of the program goes by beautifully, with Jisung, the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen giving their thoughtful and sweet speeches. You've cried once or twice, especially when Yuna shares a dance with her father, and Yeong-Su gives his own speech to everyone before catering to his now-wife. There are special surprise performances from family, one being Jisung and Seungmin's performance— singing to Alto Moon's 'Mars.'

As soon as the dance portion of the night begins, Chan whisks you away to the dance floor, twirling you around before the both of you start to dance along to the song. Shortly, Seungmin joins along after he's found his way towards you two, then Jisung, Yuna and Yeong-Su. Minho joins the circle, laughing and enjoying himself across from you. Nonetheless, it's a good time and you find yourself having tons of fun with Jisung's family and your friends. You almost don't want the weekend to come to an end because you'll be looking to relive the entire thing all over again.

It's the first time you've felt alive in awhile.

"Hey." Jisung slips into the empty seat next to Seungmin while you two sit down for a break. "Please, help. I need a break from them." He points at his family. "They're killing me with the pictures." He tries to duck by Seungmin's figure to avoid people calling him over.

"Sucks to be you." You laugh at Seungmin's remark. "Jisung is over here!" Seungmin calls out, making Jisung punch him on the bicep.

"You asshole." He moves away from his seat to keep dodging his family, putting his hand out for you to grab when the songs begin to slow down. "Perfect timing! Let's go dance, cielo." Jisung brings you out onto the floor for a slow dance. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you around the waist, the both of you swaying to the slow beat of the song.

"Are you having a good time? Feeling okay?"

"I am. Thank you for bringing me along."

"Of course, I knew you'd enjoy it." He chuckles a bit.

"No, really. Thank you." You pull back to look at him. "You know, for always looking out for me and being there for me? For being patient? I know it might not be easy after everything that's happened. Or, I might not be the easiest to take care of, but you make life a lot smoother."

"Cielo, you're my bestfriend. I'll do anything for you." He lets out a breath. "When the accident happened, I was scared." Even if he won't get into too many details right now, it's the first time Jisung is really speaking up about the accident. "I couldn't help but blame myself because I felt like I could've done better. I spent nights trying to figure out where I could have prevented this from happening, where I lacked in keeping you safe. Why I didn't do certain things—"

"Jisung, that wasn't your fault."

"Still." He looks at you. "Maybe I should've prevented you from leaving that night. I should have made you stay knowing the storm was at its peak." You can't even remember the night of the accident, but your uncle had briefly mentioned leaving Jisung's. Why you were there, you weren't sure. Why you left, you aren't sure. But you hopped in an Uber, the driver losing control of the car when a drunk driver in the opposite lane swerved— causing the car to flip when you were only 5 minutes away from home.

It makes you sick to even think about it. That's one thing you don't want ever to relive, or have memories of.

"There are things you can't protect me from, pachi." You say softly while looking up at him. "Just as me with you."

"I just should've done better, Y/N. I could have." He clears his throat. "You were almost taken away from me. I'll never let another opportunity slip past me again." He looks at you as if it's the last time he's looking at you. But before the moment carries on, he pulls you in, hugging you tightly and warmly. He keeps you close, because that's what he feels like he needs to do from this moment on.

"I'm here, pachi." You softly say as you part from him. All he can do is look at you and nod, giving you some space as the next song begins to play.

"I know." At this point, Jisung's mom comes from behind him and sweetly asks for a dance from her son. You hand him off, smiling at them right before you turn on your heel to head to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't too far into the hotel. You can't wait to relieve yourself and freshen up a bit, giving yourself a bit of a break before heading back out to be surrounded by people and loud music.

Once you feel like you've given yourself a good enough breather, you leave the bathroom and turn the corner—

"Woah." Minho says, his hands immediately coming to your elbows. "Oh jeez, I'm so sorry Y/N." He says when he realizes it's you he almost ran into.

"You're alright." You chuckle. "I shouldn't have turned the corner so quickly." He puts on a small smile.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed a little bathroom break and a quick breather." You look past his shoulder to get a glimpse of the party. "Is Jisung still with his mom?" He shakes his head.

"No, but his auntie."

"Of course. I saw you and Chan with the aunties earlier."

"Gotta save them a dance or two, you know?" You giggle.

"How sweet." Pause. Silence. Minho observes every inch of your face, body— the scar on your cheek from the accident, and the one near your hairline. You're beautiful, and he doesn't even care if he's staring.

All that liquid courage, especially.

"You really do look amazing tonight."

"Thank you, Minho." You fiddle with your fingers. "I should let you get back to.. you know.." He lets out a small breathy laugh just as you see Jisung hurrying into your point of view.

"Please. Help." You read Jisung's lips and furrow your brows, causing Minho to turn over his shoulder and look at him.

"He always needs saving." Minho rolls his eyes, making you laugh at his statement.

"Are you gonna head back to the table after?" He nods.

"Yeah. But for now, I think you should get to Jisungie before he cries."

"Right. I'll see you later." You chuckle as you walk past him and meet Jisung, who is hiding from his aunties [again] even in plain sight.

Minho is left alone to ponder on his thoughts, and he can't stand this.

Actually, he can't stand himself. Cause god, he was preparing to accept the worst. To lose you, to not have you around. To have something taken away from him so suddenly.

Then, that wasn't the case. But that's not the issue at all, no. He's happy and he can't stop thanking the higher power for giving you another chance at life. He doesn't know what he'd do without you, you were always important to him. Always will be.

Still, you are what he loves the most.

But he can't stand himself because he's here, acting like everything is fine. He was heartbroken when you didn't remember who he was, had no recollection of the memories you two shared— he fell deeper in this dark hole with Kat even though he didn't intend to. She just filled this void that he had, and it's fucked up of him to lean on the girl that messed up everything you two had in the first place. He couldn't help himself. But, what breaks his heart the most now is that you don't know, and you may or may not ever know. He couldn't dare to see you crying or hurt. Even though Minho really wants to be honest, he really wants to tell you.

You two have so much to talk about.

He looks at you as you hit the dance floor with the group and he's just not sure when or how to do this— how to even act around you because you're the girl he's always loved. You're the girl he imagined spending his entire life with. But you're also the same girl he hurt so, so deeply.

He's the one who brought you all this love, along with all this hurt, and he'll never forgive himself for it.

He wishes it wasn't so difficult because when he looks at you, he wishes he could love you time and time again— like the world was due to end any minute now.

That's way too selfish of him, though. He's already been selfish once, and he won't dare to be that selfish again. He'll try not to.

Not if it hurts you.

Jisung joins Yeong-su and the groomsmen for a little after party at a nearby bar, while Chan and Seungmin busy themselves with rounds of Mario Party in the room. You decide that you want to walk and experience more of the ocean, listening to the waves crash against the sand under the cool weather.

"I'm going to walk around the hotel."

"Wait, do you want one of us to come?" Chan's eyes are fixated on the screen in front of him as he furiously presses the button on the controller.

"No, it's okay. I just wanted to take a quick walk and sit by the water for a minute. I'll come back." You stand at their doorway and give them a small smile.

"You su— ah, fuck off dude!" Seungmin yells. "Are you sure, Y/N?" He repeats to finish off his previous thought.

"More than sure." You give them one last wave before heading out the door. After the wedding, you quickly took a shower and threw on some cotton shorts, a baby tee and a loose zip-up to protect you from the colder breeze at this time of night. You zip it up halfway, tugging on the zipper as you step into the elevator and head down to the first floor. It's still pretty lively, with guests at the restaurant and bar. Just as you send a text to your uncle to let him know you're okay, you do a double-take when you catch a familiar face sitting in the same exact dining area where you and Seungmin sat yesterday.

You don't say much, but you're quick to find out that you don't need to. As if his instinct told him to turn right at the moment, he does. He catches your eyes as he's about to take another sip, a subtle smile forming at the corner of his lips when you shyly wave. He sets the glass down and lets the waiter know he's finished, acknowledging him once more before making his way over to you. He smiles a bit, but you can tell he's nervous [partially tipsy, too].

"I didn't think I'd run into you out here." Minho says, making you chuckle as he continues to walk alongside of you.

"I wanted to walk around and sit by the water for a bit."

"Not tired?" You shrug.

"I am, but I wanted to get a better view of the ocean before leaving." You look up at him. "I could ask you the same."

"I figured I'd explore around too."

"See." You giggle.

"What's Chan and Seungmin doing?"

"Playing Mario Party." He chuckles.

"Of course." It's silent for a bit before the two of you head down the steps and finally hit the sand. "They didn't wanna join?"

"I mean they asked, but I told them they didn't need to. Don't wanna interrupt their session."

"They'll live." You laugh a bit and nod.

"It's alright." Minho catches you take in a deep breath before exhaling, biting onto your bottom lip as you slowly take steps forward, closing in to the water. It falls silent between you two, but it's a comfortable silence. You take in the view, while Minho observes you.

Calm.

Beautiful.

So—

"So pretty." His head tilts to the side because yes, you are.

"Yeah, it is."

"I think I want to draw or paint this when I get back home." You quickly snap a photo.

"You should." You look at him and give him another small, toothless smile before sitting on the sand. Minho stands for a bit before he finally sits next to you— legs propped up while his hands rest on his knees. "How's all of that going?"

"I don't know. Better? Finally feeling some kind of inspiration to get back into art." You smile out towards the water. "I haven't done much yet. But either way, it's refreshing."

"That's good. How are the pottery classes?"

"Fun." You shrug. "Keeps me busy." You tuck your knees to your chest and look at him again. "I think I wanna work at the florist shop near Sunday Morning."

"Really? That'll be fun, too." Minho chuckles a bit. "You sure you're ready?" You nod.

"Yeah, think so. I feel ready. San said I should go for it, too." Minho's smile slowly fades. Of course he did.

"How's that?" He forces himself to ask, though he's afraid of the answer. Selfishly so. Here he goes, already failing with being selfish.

"Which? San?" You ask him, genuinely confused about the question.

"Mhm."

"He's becoming a good friend. We hang out, we talk."

"As long as he's good to you, Y/N." He's not even sure what direction that statement is going, but whatever it is— he truthfully and wholeheartedly means it. If San is what will make you happy, then he will let you be happy.

That's the most important.

"It's good company, that's all." Your arm brushes against his, but you don't react much about it. "Enough about me though, what about you?"

"I'm a boring person."

"Clearly not if we're bestfriends." You chuckle a bit.

"All I do is exist, Y/N. Truthfully. I just work, dance, cook." Minho laughs at how pathetic he's making himself sound right now, but it's true. It's all he does.

"Well, what about Kat?" He shivers a bit. It's weird how her name used to be like venom. Now, it's.. nothing?

"Kat?" He repeats and looks at you. You nod at him so innocently and it hits him how much the accident has changed you. Of course, not your fault. But it goes to show how difficult it's been having to adjust. "We— she— that's not really a thing anymore, I guess?"

"So, you two were dating officially?"

"No. Never. We casually saw each other but that's all." He swallows the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Minho."

"No need." He chuckles. "We were never going to be serious. I just finally learned how to walk away from it. The hard way."

"I hope you really are okay." You rest your chin against your knees.

"I am. Don't worry about me." It falls silent for a moment before you call for him.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"This is nice. I.. haven't been able to talk to you much, so it's nice to hear your voice more." He smiles before his head drops and he shakes his head.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just get occupied, and I always try to keep myself busy. Plus, I wanted to give you your space for a bit."

"I understand." You sigh. "This must be weird for you."

"No." He shakes his head. "It's not weird or anything. Don't ever think that."

"You feel distant."

"I'm not gonna lie, it's difficult because a lot has changed." He looks at you before tearing his eyes away. "I'm terrible at coping, and I'm terrible at dealing with big changes. All my own personal struggles, that's all."

"I get that."

"But I am sorry you feel that way. I know I should've done better, especially as your bestfriend. I haven't acted like it."

"It's okay, Minho. You don't have to apologize."

"I do. You deserve that from me." He looks at you again and his eyes soften. How he wishes he could pull you close, hold you, reassure you through a kiss on the forehead.

He feels his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, so he shifts and focuses on the water, listens to the waves crashing against the sand.

Maybe one day, he'll be able to look at you for longer.

"I wish you didn't leave so quickly after you brought me home from the clinic."

"I wanted you to get your rest."

"Jisungie was there. I was looking for you. I wish you stayed." This is what makes it difficult. You looked for him. He feels like it's been forever since that happened.

"I'm sorry." He replies softly. "I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"You can by staying and not hurrying away next time." You feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're not sure why you feel so shy, so nervous around Minho right now. The root feeling you get with him is unfamiliar, strange— falls into the category of known unknowns. But, one thing is for sure: you crave Minho's company.

"I can do that." You nod before letting out a small yawn into your elbow. "Maybe we should head back so you can sleep?"

"Yeah, I think the exhaustion is finally hitting me." You giggle, watching as Minho stands and dusts himself off. He puts out a hand, letting you grab onto his to help pull you up to do the same. "At least I got to enjoy the ocean." You turn to him as you start to walk back into the hotel. "Thanks for spontaneously joining me."

"Of course."

"Are you on the fourth floor too?" He shakes his head.

"I booked my room a little last minute so I'm on the seventh." He digs his hands into his pockets. "Is Jisungie back?"

"No. He probably won't be back until later."

"Hm." He hums as he presses the elevator button.

"I think we're getting breakfast tomorrow right? Us 5?"

"Mhm. If Jisung is alive." You laugh and step inside.

"True. He'll be a mess later."

"Do you wanna sleep in my room?" You raise a brow at him and he instantly retracts. "Oh no, no— sorry, I meant like, you can sleep in my bed— fuck." He groans. before gathering his thoughts again. "We can switch. So you don't have to deal with him later." You laugh.

"It's alright. If I need help, I'll call you. How about that?"

"Fair enough."

"I'm sure he'll be okay." The elevator dings when it his the fourth floor. "Thanks again for the company. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah." You smile.

"Goodnight, Minho."

"Goodnight." His eyes are glued onto you even as you turn on your heel and walk down the hallway, the elevator doors closing in front of him.

Now, he feels empty.

He's left with another piece of his heart broken, left with the unbearing sadness and anxiety he feels every time you walk away from him.

How do you continue to love someone who doesn't remember you the way you remember them— who doesn't love you the way you love them?

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A NIGHT DURING FRESHMAN YR IN COLLEGE

"Ouch, fuck!" You whine as you almost slip on the dirt, making your way up the stupid fucking hill behind campus. "If I break my ankle or fall, this will be all your fault Lee Minho."

"You're fine! We're almost there, princess." He laughs loudly as he watches you struggle climbing up the somewhat steep hill. Minho holds his hand out for you to grab, giving you some leverage to tackle the dirt path. You squeal a bit when you feel him pull you upwards, letting out a laugh when you finally get your footing together on flat ground.

"All this for the tower." You dust yourself off and look up at the abandoned watch [fire?] tower nestled up in the hills behind campus. "So worth." You turn to look at the town's view ahead.

"Atta girl." Minho smiles and nods towards the tower. "Come, let's go up the stairs and sit up there." He swings the rusted, metal gate open to lead you to the stairs.

"We're not gonna get in trouble, right?"

"Baby, baby, baby." He says in a certain tone. "Are we really asking that question?"

"Well, I don't know!" Minho steps aside to let you climb up the steps first. "Campus security could see us from down there and catch an attitude about us being here at this time!"

"Then we'll just tell them we're not getting any younger. It's a must to explore what's outside of campus before we're thrusted in the real world." You snort as you reach the end, feet stepping onto the platform. It isn't an incredibly huge tower— quite frankly, it's tiny and you're not even sure why the dang thing existed in the first place. But, there's nothing eery to it at all. It's a nice spot to have these moments.

"A prophet. I am dating a prophet."

"Maybe." Minho laughs as he sits on the platform and takes a swig of his water. "Sit with me. Please?" Is all he says when he reaches for your hand and gently pulls you in between his legs. You sit contently, letting Minho lazily wrap his arm around your neck before planting a kiss on your temple.

"It's a perfect night." You look up at the dark, night sky, counting as stars in your immediate view. You feel your body into Minho's as he adjusts his position and holds you closer to him. "Thanks for taking me up here, love."

"Course." He gives you a small smile. "Just don't tell Ji or else he's gonna be pissed. He's been wanting to do the hike up here but I keep telling him I'm too lazy."

"Too lazy, huh?" You chuckle.

"Gotta make princess happy first and foremost." He boops the tip of your nose, making you slightly turn over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Hey, babe?"

"Hm?" He hums as he gently pushes the hair away from your face.

"What do you think life would be like for us in a couple of years?"

"Well." He lets out a breath as you lay back on him, the both of you watching the hustle and bustle of the town. "I'd be owning a café. You'll be teaching art, maybe opening your own little boutique for it. We'd probably live together, and I'll start stressing on how to propose to you as time continues to go on—"

"Woah, propose?" You smirk and playfully push him. "Is that so?"

"I thought we were looking at us in the future?"

"Cute. Do you think we're too young to think like that?" Minho shakes his head.

"Maybe." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "But I'm sure of it. I think that counts for something." You let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"Yeah, you're right." You nod and lay back on him. "I like that. I like future us."

"Good." You scoff before laughing. Minho continues to stare at you, smile slowly fading when his eyes shift from yours, to your lips— back up to your eyes. "So pretty."

"It's nighttime." He shrugs as he leans in slowly.

"And? Can still see you perfectly." He mumbles just as his lips brush against yours— sending tingles down your spine. You subtly bite onto your bottom lip, closing in on the kiss. Minho holds the kiss for a moment before he inches back, coming in for another shortly after. This time, his tongue lightly glides across your bottom lip; his way of asking for permission to take the kiss a little deeper.

And you let him.

You slightly turn to position yourself better, hand coming up his neck, jaw, cheek, just as he sucks onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. You let out a soft sigh, smiling into the kiss as Minho continues.

"Maybe—we should—" You kiss him. "Head back?" He nods, giving you one last peck on the lips.

"Yeah." You prepare to stand and dust yourself off when Minho grabs your wrist. "Hey, babe?" You turn to look at him when he gets himself up. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You smile and kiss him on the tip of his nose.

☁︎ END

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