#I was just on FaceTime like “yeah don’t worry I’m just at the drive through bottle-o

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

First outings

main masterlist

older!eddie munson x popstar!reader Universe

word count: 1.8 k

warnings: suggestive (no smut)

Eddie hadn’t gotten a girl’s number like that in years. On a napkin? God, were they in high school? And worst of all, he has no idea how to do things nowadays. He shouldn’t call that night, he would look too eager; but he couldn’t wait, he was eager. Y/N was the only thing running through his mind. 

And he couldn’t believe he did it in front of Isla. He had worked hard for years to keep her and Leo far out of his dating life. He was sure that in their mind, Eddie had been out of the game for 10 years. That was probably why Isla felt her father needed her help in finding a girlfriend. 

Eddie had about enough of his mind running around, thinking of excuses to get him out of calling, he had done it all last night. And it was now the next morning after meeting Y/N. He decided to text her. Should he call? She said to call. No. He is not overthinking. He is just texting her. 

Eddie

Hey. It’s Eddie.

Y/N

Hey!

I’m glad you texted

I was worried you forgot about me

Eddie

Please, I could never forget you sweetheart.

Y/N

I’m going to be NY for a week 

I have a break in tour so maybe we could meet up

Eddie

I would really like that. Are you free tonight?

Y/N

Yes! I’ll see you tonight?

Eddie 

Yeah, just send me where you're staying. I’ll pick you up at 7:00.

Y/N

I’m looking forward to it

After that sent her address, and Eddie after staring at his phone in disbelief. Walked downstairs to start making breakfast for himself and Isla. On the outside, he looked cool, calm, and collected, but on the outside he felt like a damn 12 year old girl. 

Y/N on the other hand, had no reason to hide her emotions. After her text conversation with Eddie, she put on one of Taylor Swift’s happiest and youthful love songs to dance around to. After her impromptu dance break, calling her friends to scream at, and also to have help picking out what to wear when she meets Eddie later.

“How old is Eddie Munson?” her best friend, Joey, mumbled as Y/N could hear some keyboard clips.

“Don’t look him up, Jo”

“46! Y/N as your best friend I need to make sure this guy is not a creep!”

“I know the age gap is a lot, but I don’t know how to explain it, we clicked.”

“Okay. I’m going to support you, I trust your judgement more than anyone. But as soon as I hear one bad thing-”

“I know. How about this?” Y/N held a black, pleated, mini skirt up to her body for her friend to on their facetime call. 

“Oh! Yes! Then with your dark red corset- bodice top thing.”

“Okay, then what jacket?”

“A small one, so he can give you his.”

“Of course, so this good?” Y/N said, showing a black crochet shrug.

“Perfect. Okay, I have to go now. Love you, turn on your location so I know you're okay.”

“Okay, I will. Love you too!”

After Y/N hung up, and had her outfit picked, she decided to get ready. She had 6 hours, but a lot to do. 

-

Eddie was on his way to pick up Y/N. Isla was at a friend's house, and he had their whole night planned. Coming up to where Y/N was staying, he had been nervous the whole drive. But when he rang her doorbell, and Y/N answered it was like all that was wrong in his world, melted away. She was gorgeous, as always, but knowing that she was dressed up and got ready to go out with him made it a million times better. 

“Hi.”

“Hi, Eddie.” Y/N said, with a smile that took up her whole face. They began walking to his car, a black Mercedes, with Eddie opening the door for Y/N to get in.

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“A woman as beautiful as you deserves a lot more.” Eddie said, closing the door and rounding the car to his side. He started driving. Where? Y/N had no clue.

“So, where are you taking me?”

“For our first stop, dinner.”

“First stop? What are we doing after?”

“That you have to wait for.”

“I don’t like waiting. I’m very impatient, and I also don’t like surprises. So it’s not looking like a good start for you.”

“I’m sure I can make up for it.”

When they got to the restaurant, Eddie again opened Y/N’s door, his hand gently grabbing hers out to help her out of the car. Their fingers laced together as they walked to the front door of the restaurant. The restaurant itself wasn’t super trendy where a lot of celebrities hung out, but Eddie did frequent it quite often with clients or friends, so there were a couple paparazzi’s outside. Luckily the camera flashes stopped when they were placed at a table near the back. 

By the time the food came, any awkwardness that there was between the two was long gone. Talking about yourselves, and Eddie’s kids. You both just felt comfortable with each other.

“I was an actress early in my career, I was on disney channel.”

“Yes, Isla watched you on.. What was it? World- Girl Meets World”

“Yeah, Isla is very sweet. I loved meeting her. You guys seem close.” Y/N says, reaching for her glass of white wine.

“She loved meeting you too. You’re one of her favourite people, you and Taylor Swift.”

“That’s something me and her can bond over then.” 

“Are we all done here? Do you want dessert/ Or just the check?”

“No, just the check please.” Eddie responded to the waitress.

-

“So, where to now?”

“You were right, you are very impatient.”

“I just like knowing the plan. So, what's your favourite movie?”

“Why?”

“Well, this is so going well. I've decided that I will plan our next date.”

“Oh, you’ve decided.” 

“Yes, and I’m not going to torture you, by not telling you plan.”

“Oh, thank you” Eddie says, looking over at Y/N briefly, seeing the proud look on her face, making him smile as he looks back towards the road.

“We will be doing a movie marathon, and I thought it would be so kind of me to include some of your favourites. So what are they?” 

“Um.. Well I guess Back to the Future is a good one, Labyrinth is great.” Eddie trails of, looking towards Y/N, seeing her looking at him with a huge smile taking up the whole bottom of her face. “What?” Eddie asks, waiting to be in on the joke, and know what Y/N is finding so funny.

“It’s just.. Those are such old man answers!”

“Hey!”

“No! I have kept that back all night. You should be happy that I didn’t say it earlier, and I find it cute.” That makes Eddie feel way better and less self-conscious about his age. 

“What did I do before?”

“Well… For one, how you text.”

“How do I text old?”

“You use full punctuation.”

“.. What else?”

-

They finally got to their second location. The grocery store.

“If I knew you were going to be running your errands I would have brought my grocery list.” Y/N says while using Eddie’s hand to help herself out of the car. Grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together as they walked to the glass sliding doors.

“We are not going grocery shopping, we are getting ingredients to make cookies for dessert.” The older man said, leaning down slightly to talk into Y/N’s ear. Y/N loved the idea, it sounded so cute. Baking cookies together on their first date. 

They grabbed a basket, grabbing what they would need, Y/N only getting recognized once. And when they were done, Eddie drove them back to his place. 

-

Eddie’s penthouse was gorgeous, much larger than Y/N’s. His kitchen being twice the size of her own, and looking well loved. Imagining Eddie cooking for himself and Isla here brought butterflies to her stomach, hoping one day she could join in. 

They went on with baking cookies, and listening to music, music Eddie would call his childhood favourites, and what Y/N would call oldies. But they found common ground on their music taste, turns out what Eddie had grown listening to with his uncle Wayne was music Y/N loved too. 

With ‘Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic’ playing Y/N insists on dancing. Pulling at Eddie’s hand while he’s cleaning the counter.

“Dance with me.”

“I’m really not a dancer.”

“I won’t judge. I just want to dance with you.” And when she looks at him like that, how is Eddie ever supposed to say ‘no’ to her again in his life? So of course he says ‘yes’. Beginning to dance with Y/N, while they both fall in love with each other.

-

After Eddie puts their cookies in the oven, he begins to walk over to the couch where Y/N is sitting. 

“Now, I know you’re planning our second date as a movie night, but I had already planned to ask you to pick a movie for us to watch.”

“I guess I can forgive you for clearly stealing my idea, because I love movies.”

“Thank you.”

Y/N had picked a movie, but shortly into watching, their travelling hands quickly got to work. Long ago distracting them from the chosen entertainment.

Their lips pressed together, moving together. Eddie’s tongue licking Y/N’s bottom lip, asking for access, her quickly allowing his tongue full rein. Her hands find their home in his long curls. His hands feeling up from her thighs, to her ass, to her waist, until finally he keeps them planted in one spot on her ass. Lifting slightly to aid in Y/N’s journey to move herself to sit on his lap. 

Y/N begins to kiss down Eddie’s neck, while moving her hips back and forth on his hard cock. All the while Eddie begins to untie Y/N’s top from behind her back, before asking, “This okay?” “Yes.” Eddie finally gets Y/N’s top untied, letting it fall down her shoulders, exposing her chest, as she didn’t need to wear a bra with the shirt. 

“God, you’re gorgeous. What did I do to deserve this?” He mumbles, beginning to kiss, and suck at her neck, causing Y/N to moan. 

At this Eddie stands, not being able to not be inside her, or tasting her, for a second longer, Eddie begins walking towards his bedroom, with Y/N wrapping her legs around his hips, to help support her weight. Eddie carries Y/N, walking up the stairs, and closing the door with his foot behind them. Completely forgetting about the movies still playing downstairs.  

~taglist~

@whoscamila

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x daughter!oc #eddie munson x reader #girl dad!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem reader #older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader #older!rockstar!eddie x reader #older eddie munson #older!rockstar!eddie #older!eddie munson x reader #older!dilf!eddie munson #older!eddie munson x popstar!reader

[autisticlancemcclain]

For the last six months, Lance has been acting strange. It sounds like a long time, and maybe something Hunk should have brought up earlier, but he wasn’t sure enough to bring it up for a while — he’s sure now, though. Lance used to send Hunk fifty memes a night for Hunk to scroll through in the mornings, now it’s a rare day he gets even one. He used to get regular calls and facetimes from Lance about every little inconvenience Lance experienced, but now he’s lucky to hear Lance’s voice once a week. And he’s almost never available to hang out anymore.

“What I’m hearing is that you are getting a break, and what I’m not understanding is why you’re complaining about it,” Pidge says.

Hunk glances away from the dirt road he’s squinting at (country driving is hard, especially as the sun starts to set, why couldn’t Lance stay in the city like the rest of them), to roll his eyes at her.

“Oh, don’t give me that. You miss him too. It’s like he’s been replaced by a pod person!”

Hunk doesn’t know if it’s the conspiracy theory tease or if it’s because Pidge misses Lance more than he thought, but she deflates rather quickly.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. It’s a little strange that we haven’t heard much from him. But,” she bites her lip, looking away from her phone for once, “are we sure he’s not just grieving? I mean, he’s become a bit of a hermit ever since his Abuela left him her cabin in the woods. His tree-hugging ass never wants to leave. And I imagine he misses her, too. Is he maybe just trying to grieve in peace?”

“That’s a valid point,” Hunk concedes, “but I don’t think that’s it. Abuela died a year ago. He still misses her, shit, but if anything he’s even more clingy when he’s upset. And he just started pulling away a few months ago, so I don’t think it’s the death. It’s weird. He’s never been like this.”

“I mean, Lance is just kind of a weirdo,” Pidge says, because she and Lance have this weird relationship where they refuse to admit they love each other even though Hunk has seen both of them mope for days after a fight or argument. (But whatever works for them Hunk supposes.) “You’re right though, I guess. He hasn’t sent me a picture of an angry possum with the caption ‘this is u’ in a while, which is kind of concerning.”

“…Is that a regular occurrence?”

Hunk breaks concentration from the road again, looking at her strangely. She barely notices, attention back on her phone as she waves her hand dismissively.

“Oh, yeah. He sends a mocking picture whenever he sees a particularly gremlin-esque animal, I seen him one whenever I see a rat.”

“Pidge, you live in Queens. You see a rat twelve times a day.”

Pidge sniggers. “Yeah, and it’s funny every time. He gets all pissy.”

Hunk just sighs, shaking his head fondly. He will never understand their relationship.

———

Hunk has visited Lance at his new home a handful of times since he inherited it. He always, always has the porch light on (he says it’s in case someone were to get lost in the woods at night, they’d be able to see the light and come to him. Hunk has tried to explain to him dozens of times that that is an excellent way to get serial murdered, but damn Lance’s bleeding heart because Hunk’s worry does nothing).

There’s no porch light on now.

“Maybe he finally just started listening to you?” Pidge suggests.

Hunk levels her with a flat stare. “We have been friends for over fifteen years, Pidge. When, even once in that time, has Lance listened to a damn word I said about safety?”

Pidge shrugs. “Who knows! Maybe his newfound hermit lifestyle has made him wise.”

“Right,” Hunk says, snorting. He takes another moment to stare suspiciously at the dark house, and then sighs in defeat.

“I guess we should go in, huh?”

“I did not drive six hours through rural New York to turn the fuck around, Hunk. We are staying with Lance for the weekend if we have to break in through the goddamn window, and I mean that.”

Hunk doesn’t doubt it — Pidge hates long car rides, and only agreed to come up here in the first place because she misses Lance way more than she’ll ever admit, now that he’s not a two minute walk away.

“Desperate to spend some time with him?” Hunk teases, walking up to the door.

“Piss off,” Pidge snaps, but there’s not nearly enough heat in her voice for Hunk to take her seriously. (Hunk has heard her when she’s truly mad, threatening random cat-callers in the street. It is a terrifying thing to witness, which makes Hunk glad he’s on her side.)

She reaches forward to knock on the door — another proof that she very much does miss Lance, being the first to knock, which makes Hunk smirk — and then steps back next to Hunk to wait.

They stand there for two whole minutes.

“Is he maybe asleep?” Hunk asks, but dismisses it just as quickly as Pidge does.

“That loser never sleeps before, like, 3 in the morning.”

“Maybe the ambiance of the woods has made it easier for him to sleep,” Hunk says, just to be contrary.

Pidge snorts, knocking one more time and then moving shit around on the porch.

“The hell are you doing?” Hunk asks as she lifts the dorky little wicker chair Hunk knows Lance made himself in his basket weaving phase.

Mostly ignoring him, she flips the chair completely over and starts inspecting the legs.

“If I can just… ha!”

She sets the chair down, and triumphantly holds up a key.

“Lance is the most predictable bitch in these lands,” she brags, which Hunk thinks is rich coming from the girl who has lost every board game against Lance she has every played.

He tells her as much. She scowls.

“He cheats,” she insists, which is probably true, but she also cheats and still loses, so.

Hunk decides to drop it, because he likes his kneecaps exactly how they are, thanks, and Pidge has a violence problem.

“Hello? Dork ass?” Pidge calls as they walk in, which is as much of a greeting as any.

The entrance hallway is dark, as is most of the visible rooms. The only light comes from some faintly twinkling fairy lights Lance has strung up around various walls.

“Whose boots are those?” Pidge asks, staring at something right next to the front door.

Hunk peeks over her shoulder, squinting to try and make them out. It’s hard to see well in the low light, but there’s a pair of big, clunky combat boots next to Lance’s dorky retro sneakers.

“Maybe he’s got a friend over?”

“His car is the only one in the driveway,” Pidge points out, which is true.

Hunk shrugs. “Maybe he picked them up.”

Pidge huffs, still suspicious, and starts poking around the living room and kitchen instead of looking for Lance.

Well. Hunk is doing that too, so he can’t really judge. (It’s been so long since he’s had real Lance drama, okay? Sue him if he’s curious.)

“There is healthy food in the fridge,” Pidge says, in the same tone of voice someone might say ‘there’s a nuclear bomb in my toothbrush.’

Hunk blinks. He rubs his ears, he must have misheard her.

“Oh my God, there’s meat!”

Now he’s definitely misheard her, because Lance has been vegetarian since he was four and found out the pollo the feathered little animal was the same pollo in his happy meal.

Hunk scrambles over to where Pidge is starting incredulously at the open fridge, and his own jaw drops when he sees it: a gigantic steak, chilling on the second shelf, waiting to be cooked.

“Maybe he really has been replaced by a pod person,” Pidge breathes.

She’s started to sound nervous, for all her joking.

“Let’s go find him,” Hunk says, and he can’t hide the urgency in his voice. They both rush down the hallway, wordlessly agreeing to be as silent as possible. They pause before Lance’s bedroom door, exchanging a determined look. Pidge nods, and Hunk carefully turns the doorknob, soundlessly pushing the door open.

It’s dark. The only light comes from the moonlight pouring through the open window, and the small shark-shaped nightlight on the desk. Despite the brightness of the moon, the only thing really visible are shadows and figures.

The lump on the bed, wrapped in the covers, is far too big to be Lance.

Hunk hears Pidge’s sharp intake of breath, and is strangely reminded of the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. They’re both silent for a moment, tense as live wires, and then the large lump in the bed lets out what Hunk can only describe as a muted growl.

Pidge whimpers. The smallest of sounds. Barely a peep. But before Hunk has the chance to throw his hand over her mouth, the lump in the bed shoots straight up, and then both of them are screaming as glowing yellow eyes narrow and shining, razor-sharp teeth are bared in a snarl.

Hunk squeezes his eyes shut as the monster in Lance’s bed flicks his hand and a blade shines in the moonlight, extended at both of them as the monster is out of the bed in an instant.

“I am too young to die,” Hunk sobs over Pidge’s incessant screaming. He wonders if the monster ate Lance quickly, or if his own death is about to be slow.

It all makes sense now.

“Hunk? Pidge?”

Well, that doesn’t make sense.

Hunk opens his eyes just as the lights flip on, and sees Lance — he’s alive! — scramble out of bed and in front of the monster.

Right fucking in front of the monster. Zero space between them.

God, where is Lance’s brain?!

“Keith! Chill out. Put the luxite blade away. It’s fine, okay? They’re not a threat. No threat here. That’s it, babe. Take a deep breath. Put the fangs away, there you go.”

Hunk stares in shocked silence.

He thinks his jaw might be brushing the wooden floorboards.

“Pidge, stop screaming,” Lance says irritably, turning around to face the two of them. “You’re freaking everybody out.”

Pidge, predictably, does not stop screaming.

“No! I was just threatened by a real-life monster! A monster, Lance, what the fuck!”

“He has a name and it’s Keith,” Lance snaps. “And no shit you were threatened, you broke into our house.”

“And you’re fucking naked! Both of you!” Pidge continues — somehow more shrill — as if Lance had not spoken.

That wipes the fury right off Lance’s face.

“Out!” he yells, frantically yanking a blanket off the bed and throwing it over him and — and the monster that he knows on a first-name basis, apparently. “Get out! Right now!”

“I’m not leaving you with that!” Hunk argues, finally finding his voice.

He means it. Lance is bad at looking out for himself, and that thing is very obviously bloodthirsty.

“Get out of my room right fucking now, or the most bloodthirsty thing in the room is about to be me!”

Hunk’s not sure if it’s because Lance sounds deadly serious or because the terror of the whole situation is starting to fade into something like shock, but without another word, he turns away and walks out of the room. Pidge follows, closing the door behind her. The walk over to the living room, sitting gingerly on the couch.

Moments later, Lance stumbles out of the room in a robe, the monster following closely behind him.

“Stop looking at him like that,” Lance snaps, which Hunk thinks is unfair.

“Explain immediately,” Hunk says instead of voicing that particular thought.

“I’ll make some tea,” the monster says quietly, pressing a kiss to Lance’s cheek.

Hunk startles.

Well.

The monster can speak English, apparently.

Lance sighs, looking gratefully at the monster and squeezing its hand.

“Thanks, babe.”

And apparently Lance is — sleeping with the monster?

“That is the least surprising thing about this whole thing,” Pidge mutters, which is an astute observation based on Lance’s track record.

(Venom is not a good enough movie to watch 47 times. No one does that without Gay Reasons.)

Lance sits heavily on the loveseat, staring at them warily. “Why are you here?”

“Hi, Lance,” Hunk says sarcastically. “We’ve hardly talked to you in half a year, and it’s basically been radio silence from your end. Yes, I’m doing well, thanks for asking. I did miss you, too.”

Lance glares at him for a moment, but then he slumps forward.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been…busy.”

Pidge, who has recovered remarkably quickly, snickers. She looks pointedly at Lance’s collarbones, which are littered with bruises and bites. He flushes immediately, pulling his robe tighter around himself and hugging a pillow to his chest for good measure.

“I can see that,” Pidge teases. “And from what I saw from Mister Tall Purple and Furry, which is unfortunately burned into my brain for all eternity, I imagine sitting in a car for six hours to come see us would be…difficult.”

Despite himself, Hunk laughs. It helps that Lance looks more flustered and annoyed than angry, now.

“Fuck off,” he says, shoving his face into the pillow. “God, you people are horrible.”

Suddenly a new voice filters through the room, a gruff chuckle making Pidge and Hunk sit up straight, looking at each other nervously. Hunk almost forgot his terror.

“Why are you laughing, you douchebag?” Lance says, begrudgingly accepting the offered mug. The monster says nothing, only smiling fondly — well, Hunk is having trouble looking at the fangs peeking out of that smile and thinking fond, but it certainly doesn’t look malicious — and sets two more cups on the coffee table, and then takes his seat next to Lance.

Like, right next to Lance. Any closer and he’ll be sitting on Lance, and he’s thrown his arm over the back of the loveseat for good measure.

“I’m Keith,” the monster says when Lance fails to explain himself. “I’m not from here.”

That is a gross oversimplification.

“Try again,” Hunk says flatly, and he wasn’t trying to be funny, but the monster — Keith — laughs anyway.

“I’m sorry for threatening you,” he offers. “I was shot out of the sky by the government a while back, so I’m a little paranoid.”

Pidge looks intrigued. “Tell me every single detail about that story and you’re forgiven.”

Hunk scoffs. “Speak for yourself.” But he reaches forward and grabs the mug Keith placed in front of him as a show of trust, anyway, because Lance has lifted his face from the pillow of shame to glare at him and Hunk always feels like shit when Lance is mad at him.

Keith looks hesitantly at Lance. “Is it…?”

“They’re safe,” Lance says with a sigh. He reaches for one of Keith’s hands and starts fiddling with it — a nervous stim.

Now Hunk really starts to feel guilty.

“Okay,” Keith says, only a little reluctantly. It certainly says something that he’s so willing to trust them just because Lance said he could, even though twenty minutes ago he looked ready to stick a sword in their heads. “Uh, I was born on a planet called Daibazaal, about three hundred million light years from here. Earth is well known among the Intergalactic Union as a danger planet populated by gigantic, monstrous lizards.” He grins wryly. “Obviously, that information is pretty outdated.”

“Why’d you come here, then?” Pidge asks, eyes bright in excitement. If she leans forward anymore she’ll fall right off the couch. Nerd.

“My father is human,” Keith says nonchalantly, as if that’s not the most insane thing to have ever been spoken in this timeline. “He was a Texan physicist. He was messing around with things he shouldn’t have been messing in and accidentally wormholed himself across the galaxy, and decided he liked it there, so he stayed. He never told anyone about Earth because he figured if anyone tried to come here it would be mayhem —”

Hunk inclines his head, thinking of his own (possibly) over-the-top reaction. “Fair.”

“—but I grew up hearing stories about it here, so I wanted to come see for myself. It took me a few years because y’all don’t have transporters anywhere near, but I got here eventually.”

Hunk glances at his best friend, who has yet to stop playing with Keith’s fingers and won’t look at them. “I promise I am not being a dick,” he starts, which in hindsight could have been phrased better based on Lance’s scowl, “but why are you here? Like, Lance’s house specifically? And why hasn’t he told us about you?”

Luckily Lance laughs, looking a little more at ease. “He’s here because his father only told him about the Earth he knew decades ago. He was shot out of the sky the second he appeared on government scanners. He crash landed in one of the forests around here, and eventually made it to my door one night because he saw my porch light on and figured hostile shelter was better than no shelter. Luckily, I am not hostile shelter.”

The irony is not lost on Hunk.

“And did you jump his bones the second you saw the claws, or did you wait a week?” Pidge asks, grinning evilly.

Lance goes red again.

“He was injured!” Lance says hotly. “My first thought was to help him!”

“So it’s a Florence Nightingale situation,” Hunk says, smiling just as sharply.

Lance sees the tease for the apology it is.

“You’re a jerk,” he says, pouting. “Nobody in this household loves me.”

“I do,” Keith says, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to say.

Lance softens like a goddamn block of spilled ice cream on pavement during a summer heatwave. Holy shit. It’s so saccharine it’s honestly a little gross (not really).

“As much as I have decided to be happy for you, Lance, if you two start making out I am going to throw things at you.”

Lance rolls his eyes, but settles for a quick, chaste kiss.

“Alright, you prude. I assume you two broke into my house with the intention to stay for the weekend?”

“Yep!” Pidge says, completely ignoring the dig. “And you are no sooner making me drive the six fucking hours back to the city than fly to the moon, so point me in the direction of the nearest bed. I’ll make fun of you more in the morning.”

“You mean the late afternoon, you lazy dog,” Lance teases, but gets up anyway. He presses another kiss to Keith’s lips as he gets up. “I’ll meet you in a few, okay?”

“Alright,” Keith says, and then he says something else in a language Hunk doesn’t understand that makes Lance all moon-eyed before heading back to Lance’s — to their bedroom.

“I’ll get you guys some fresh sheets and whatever,” Lance says, waving them over. “And then none of you are to bother me until I leave. If you walk in on us again and get scarred for life that will not be my problem.”

Pidge and Hunk look at each other before looking away in disgust.

“Understood,” they say immediately.

Lance grins.

———

part two

#I HAVE MORE PLANNED FOR THIS UNIVERSE #vld #voltron #hunk #hunk garrett #pidge #pidge holt #lance #lance mcclain #klance #established klance #secret relationship #keith #keith kogane #hunk & lance #hunk & pidge #pidge & lance #garrison trio #hunk & lance & pidge #fluff and humour #galra keith #alien keith #modern au #my writing #fic #longpost

[burnthoneydrops]

Hi could you please possibly write and imagine where Jamie tartt surprises you at work (I work in childcare) cause he knows it’s been a stressful day. Thank you

Proud of You (j.t. x teacher!reader)

pairing: jamie tartt x teacher!reader

warnings: language

word count: 742

a/n: awww this request was so cute! It got kinda weird in the middle but i thought it was funny so enjoy!

Cooking breakfast was the only thing currently calming you down. Your first day as a new teacher was freaking you out, but right now, you were just focused on not overcooking your eggs. As you pushed the eggs around in the pan, your phone buzzed. Jamie texted you, wishing you good luck on your first day, as he knows how nervous you’ve been for basically the whole summer. You adore the idea of being a teacher, but now that it’s actually a reality, you’re feeling a little more apprehensive than you thought. 

After finishing up breakfast, you’re packing your bag when you get a FaceTime call. “Hey love, what’s up?” You ask, now staring at Jamie’s face through a screen. 

“Just finished training with Roy, wanted to see how you were feeling,” he explains. Training with Roy was something they started last season, before Roy became the new manager, and even though he technically didn’t need to anymore, you thought it was cute. 

“Oh, you know, fucking nervous but trying not to show it”. 

“Afraid it might manifest and you’ll actually have something to worry about?” Jamie tilts his head. This boy knew you so well.

“Yeah, but if I don’t think about it, it’ll be fine. How was training?” 

“Good, yeah. Roy’s knee is still bothering him, though he insists that it’s not”. You grab your bag, placing it over your shoulder before you open your front door, grabbing your water bottle and keys on your way out. 

“He knows he doesn’t have to keep doing this right?”

“Yeah, I tell him all the time but we keep doing it anyway,” Jamie sighs, though you know he also likes the one-on-one time. “Alright well I’ll let you drive off. You’re gonna smash it babe, no doubt”. He fist bumps you through the screen. 

“Thanks love, I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” 

“Sounds good”. You say your goodbyes and hang up. Now you’re sitting in your car with nothing but a black phone screen and your thoughts. Instead of dwelling too much in the dark abyss that is your anxiety, you decide to blast some music as you pull out of the driveway, hoping you won’t have a noise complaint from your neighbours later. 

The kids are an absolute nightmare. Sure, they’re seated comfortably on the reading rug, but you can see them judging you behind their curious eyes and- calm down! They’re just nine year olds, what are they going to do? It’s not too long into story time that your headmaster knocks on the door and alerts you that all the children are to meet in the gymnasium for a surprise assembly. You gather all the children in a straight line and walk them to their desired location before sitting them down in a row at the front of the collection of benches. 

“Now, we’ve got a special guest- or two special guests for you rather. Please, put your hands together for…AFC Richmond’s new manager Roy Kent and star player Jamie Tartt!” The headmaster starts the round of clapping as he steps aside. Jamie and Roy waltz in front of the children, and you have to keep your jaw clenched, lest it fall open in surprise. 

“Well, as you all may remember from last time, I’m not much for public speaking or school, but this time I’m Richmond manager, so we thought it might be good to have an updated fuck-about, and teach you lot some new tricks”. The kids all start to cheer as Roy swings his arm, signalling to them to move to the playground. As they all start walking, Jamie lingers behind just to catch up with you, tapping you on the shoulder lightly. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You question, keeping a slow pace with him. 

“Convinced old Royo to do another school visit so I could come see you, that’s all”. 

You throw your arms around his neck and stop both of you in your tracks. “You are the sweetest boyfriend on the planet Jamie Tartt”. 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “not in front of the kiddos,” he picks your arms off of him. “How are they by the way?” 

“About as scary as I thought, but I think I’ll make do”. 

“Proud of you babe, always am,” Jamie sneaks an arm around your waist as the two of you keep walking. He always did know how to keep a smile on your face.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagines #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #roy kent #afc richmond #ted lasso imagines

[greazyfloz]

can I request 5 on the fluff list with jamie drysdale<3

Fluff: 5. “I think I’m pregnant” w/ Jamie Drysdale

Jamie is currently packing for his Florida trip right now and I’m sitting watching him on the bed. As I’m watching him pack, a sudden sickness takes over me. I try to push it away and enjoy my time with my boyfriend before he leaves.

“Okay, but I could come to Miami when you play the Panthers” I say as I watch him pack.

“You only want to come up for two nights?” he laughs, “That’s like a 4 hour flight babe” he continued.

“Yeah, but I’m going to miss you” I say playing with my toes. 

“We have this same conversation every time I pack” 

“Yeah but sometimes it works” he laughs at me.

“You’re cute babe” he says, “If I miss you too much I’ll put you on the first flight to Miami” he smiles back at me and I gag a little before standing up to run to the bathroom. Jamie follows me to the bathroom and catches my hair as I kneel down. He knelt down with me still holding my hair and rubbing my back. “Hey, hey you alright?” he says while rubbing my back. I finish and flush and stand up to brush my teeth. 

“Ugh, I hate puking” I say, rubbing some of the tears out of my years while looking for the toothpaste. As I’m brushing my teeth Jamie wraps his arms around me and looks at me through my reflection in the mirror. 

“You sick still? You feeling okay?” He asks worried

“Yeah Jam, I have no idea what that was” I say like it’s no big deal but Jamie still looks at me worried, “Go pack, you’re going to be late!”

“I wanna make sure you are okay first” he says as I put my toothbrush away and look back to him

“I’m fine!!” I say as I jump up so I am sitting on the sink counter looking at him. He comes in and kissing my lips and I push him away. “Ew, I just puked Jam”.

“I don’t care” he laughs leaving the bathroom to finish packing.

I drive him to the airport after to meet the team and he looks over at me before leaving.

“Please tell me if you are still sick while I’m away” he says

“Why do you want to worry about me?” I laugh, “I will be fine!”.

“If I don’t worry about you, who knows what would happen to ya” he laughs, “but okay babe, I should get going now” he says leaning over kissing me before we say our goodbyes. 

[Jamie POV]

We are loading up the bus to go to the airport to go back home. I’ve Facetimed and called Y/n everyday since I’ve been away. She had a weird flu the day I left and I feel like she is lying to me so I don’t worry when I ask if she is feeling any better. 

When I get on the bus I decide to pull out my phone to check up on her and let her know I will be home soon. She picks up almost immediately.

“Hey baby” I say 

“Hi Jam!”

“We are on our way to the airport!” I say and I realize she is still on the bathroom floor, “Are you in the bathroom?”.

“Yeah, I wasn’t feeling very good again” she replied and we continued the conversation for a bit until she eagerly ended the call, “I’m going to clean up around the place though so let me know when you are boarding! I love you!” 

“I love you to Y/n” I say as we end the call”

[Y/n POV]

Jamie Facetimed me just as I finished brushing my teeth. I was sick again today as I was a couple times since he has been away but I didn’t want to tell him. As we were chatting I was putting my toothpaste back in the cabinet when I knocked over a box of tampons. I bent down to pick them up when I realized that I haven’t had my period in a long time. I hurried to end the call and check my fertility tracker. 2 weeks late.

How did I not realize! I hurry to get ready to go to the store for a test. As I get in the car I get a text from Jamie.

Jamie💓: Just about to take off! See you so soon <;3 

Y/n: See you soon baby💕

I text him back and drive to the pharmacy to pick up a test. I search the aisle for a test and drive home. On the way home I decide I should stop and get some groceries. Then after groceries, I figured I’d walk around the mall. I was doing anything to avoid taking the test. Jamie and I had never really talked about kids. When we had it was mostly just talking about the future but as for right now… I have no idea how he would take it. 

I finally drive all the way home put the groceries away before I realize I need to go pick Jamie up. I put the test in my purse and head out. 

When Jamie gets in the car he leans over gives me a peck and smiles before speaking

“Miss me?” he says

“Like crazy!” I smile back before driving home. We get home and go in and Jamie went directly to the room to put stuff away. I go in and sit on the bed and watch him anxiously. He looks up at me and stops unpacking to sit on the bed beside me. He rubs my back as he looks at me with a concerned expression.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” He asks

“Jamie I-” I start but stop as I feel tears sting my eyes and run down my cheeks.

“Hey don’t cry, what is it?”

“I think I’m pregnant” I cry out. Jamie stops rubbing my back and bites his lip. He doesn’t say anything right away and it worries me. “I’m so sorry Jamie. We are so young and I don’t know what we are going to do!” I cry out before leaving to go to the bathroom shutting the door behind me. I grabbed both side of the sink and let myself cry.

The door opened soon after I entered, and I turn to see Jamie. 

“You’re pregnant?” he asks, “Did you take a test?”

“I think so. I’m late and I’ve been sick and my boobs are sore and yeah” I start to ramble, “There is a test in my purse but I couldn’t take it”. Jamie in shock just nods before speaking up.

“Okay, well where is the test? We will take it together”

“My purse” I say and Jamie leaves the bathroom. He comes back immediately with the tests and a cup and hands them to me

“I read the back and it said peeing in a cup is easiest”

Jamie waited for me in the living room and I came out with both tests and set them on the island and Jamie makes his way over to me.

“Come here” he says, holding his arms open to hold me. “I was just shocked but I know we’ll be okay!”

“Do you want to look now?” I say and he nods standing behind me as I turn over the test and then the other test both revealing two blue lines. He wraps his arms around me making me feel some comfort.

“I’m going to be a dad” he says softly, making me turn to look at him. “You’re going to be a mom” he smiles.

“You’re happy?” I ask

“I’m happy.” he smiles at me leaning in to kiss my lips, “Gotta go tell the guys!” he says running into the room to get his phone. I follow him to the room.

“Not too many people though! Just in case!”

“I can’t believe we are going to be parents!”

“We are so young though..” I say with fear in my voice. He brings me back into his arms and sways back and forth

“Okay so? That means we will be the cool young parents” he says, trying to reassure me. He looks down at his vibrating apple watch that was resting on my lower back, “Trevor is calling”

“You did not tell Trevor! He is going to tell everyone!!!!” I say looking up at him

“No, I told him not to say anything” he says making me laugh.

#jamie drysdale #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction

[lukeevangelista]

Nick cheating on sophomore yn which is now junior yn and she gets with Steve 😏

More than Friends - Steve Holtz

FUCK YES I love THIS

Send me more Steve stuff thanks

I even added more than requested

Nick finds out 😏

———————————————————————————

“You.. you did what?” You asked over facetime, your eyes scanning the screen.

“I’m sorry.” Nick whispered, “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

“But you did. Otherwise it wouldn’t have.. you told me she was harmless, but here we are, huh?” You said as you hung up the phone, cutting off his pleading to hear him out.

You actually already knew about this, unfortunately.

Nick had confided in some of his friends about cheating on you, who had your back, and told you before he had a chance to, as long as you didn’t call him out on it before he tried to talk about it.

Steve was the first one to tell you. He didn’t want you to find out he knew and then be mad at him because he was protecting Nick.

You had always been a good friend of his- him being the reason you had started dating Nick in the first place.

Over the next couple of weeks, Steve had been there for you- through it all.

Your sobbing fits over Nick.

Your anger towards him.

All of it. He never left once, knowing you needed him.

What the boy didn’t know was the feelings that he had for you were reciprocated.

“Can we talk?” Steve asked as he sat down next to you. You were lying on your bed.

“Yeah sure.” You whispered as you sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, “What’s up?”

“I- uh.” He ran his hand over his face, “I like you Y/N.” He stated, “and I have for a while. I just didn’t say anything because of Nick.” He continued, “You and I have grown closer since.. you know.. and I just- I cant do this anymore.”

“Oh.” You were taken back by his confession.

“Oh?”

“I- I don’t know what to say.” You admitted, “Steve..”

“If you’re about to turn me down, can you just do it already?” He huffed.

You let out a chuckle at his actions, “I honestly think if Nick hadn’t gotten in the way, we would have ended up together.” You said, “I’m willing to give whatever this is a shot if you are.”

A grin spread across Steve’s face, his pulling your head close to his as he attacked your face in kisses.

“I promise I won’t let you down Y/N.”

“You never have.”

**

Nick, Owen, and Kent were set to come back to Michigan for Christmas due to them being closer than the others. It was hard for them to get home to their families and back so why not spend it with their second family?

They all left after a game, Vic and Kent’s girlfriend, Kaitlynn with them, the game just so happened to be Columbus and Buffalo playing. Owen didn’t fly home with the team, him driving up with Kent and Nick.

“How’s Y/N?” Owen asked, not knowing Nick and you had broke up.

“We uh- we broke up O.” Nick said.

“You what?”

“Yeah. We broke up a couple of months ago.”

Owen was taken back by the news of this. Kent already knew, only because he was constantly around Nick.

“What did you do?” Owen quietly asked. He didn’t raise his voice, hoping his friend hadn’t royally fucked up with you and could have a chance at getting you back.

“Please tell me you didn’t do something stupid.” Vic chimed in.

“I did.” He sighed as he gripped the steering wheel even tighter, not ready to tell them, “I cheated on her.”

“You idiot.”

“What makes it worse is- it’s the girl he told her not to worry about.” Kent glared at his former captain.

Owen pinched the bridge of his nose, thanking the heavens he wasn’t in the front seat because he was liable to knock the shit out Nick.

These boys adored you. Because you were with Nick, you were constantly around and they had gotten to know you quite well.

The ones still in Michigan didn’t take the news well- some of them not even talking to Nick as of now.

“It’s water under the bridge now. I’ve heard she moved on anyways.”

***

“No, you’re hanging the lights in the wrong spot!” You laughed as you tried to guide Ethan, who was currently on the ladder to reach the top of the tree.

Everything was last minute these days. You didn’t know if any of the boys would be coming in and none of you bothered to put up a tree. It was something you and Nick always did together and you couldn’t be further away from the holiday cheer.

So since you had gotten wind that there were some that were spending their holiday break in Michigan with you all, you were rushing around to make the house as homey as you could with such little time.

You glanced around the room trying to see Steve, but he was no where in sight.

The front door suddenly busted open, revealing Owen, Kent, and Nick.

Nick. You didn’t know he was coming. No one had said anything to you or Steve.

“Owen!” You squealed as you let go of the ladder you were holding onto causing Ethan to gasp as it slowly rocked. You ran over, wrapping the taller boy in your arms, him embracing you. You quickly embraced Vic too, telling her about how much you missed them.

You slowly moved on to Kaitlynn and Kent, wrapping them in a warm hug before waving at Nick.

“Can i get some help?” Ethan asked as he tried to reach for the star.

“Stop before you fall.” You laughed as you handed it to him, him quickly placing it on the tree before hopping down.

“We make a good team.” Ethan wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you two admired the tree you had put together and decorated in less than a hour.

“That we do Edwards.” You said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Aye Ethan,” Steve hollered, him walking towards you two with his hand tucked behind his back, not realizing you had a few more guests in the house, “Stop hogging my girl.”

Vic let out a slight gasp as she turned to look at Owen, who was just enjoying the show that was about to happen.

“What’s behind your back?” You laughed as he pulled his hand around.

“Mistletoe.” He grinned down at you as he placed his free hand on the back of your neck, him pulling you in to meet his lips, “Just wanted to make sure I got the first kiss under this this year.”

“I always knew this would happen.” Owen heard Nick from behind him.

“You did it to yourself Nick.” Owen commented back, “You pushed her right into his arms.”

Kent nodded agreeing with Owen as Steve grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the others, feeling Nicks eyes on you.

“He’s back.” You whispered as Steve’s face fell.

“Nick.. Nick is here. And-“ Steve sighed, “He knows then, doesn’t he?”

“None of them knew till just now.” You said. Only the Michigan team knew. Anyone that was not in Ann Arbor did not know. And that’s how you wanted it.

“This is going to be an awkward Christmas, huh?”

“Sure is baby.” You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “Sure is.”

#steve holtz #soft thoughts w/ari

[ameliora-j]

Hi, I'm glad those other asks made you smile 😄 for your 4k celebration, can I get Tiana with Sugar Daddy!Hotch meeting black!reader for the first time 🥺

hi honey!! i’m so sorry that this took so long but i wanted it to be good cus i love this concept sm :( (and also cus i had go keep reminding myself it was a mini blurb not a full fic 💀) i hope i did it justice though :(

you were sitting in a restaurant, waiting for the man to show up. you’d met him through a website for this stuff, and he seemed like the least creepy one to make an arrangement with. more than the business side of it, he was actually interested in you… and getting to know you. and you wanted to know more about him too. it was two weeks of nonstop texting and late night phone calls where both of you fell asleep still connected—he woke up much earlier than you, and you’d oftentimes wake up to seeing him getting ready on the facetime screen. it melted your heart every single time you woke up and he hadn’t hung up yet.

his work schedule finally calmed down, and you two were able to schedule a date. so, now here you sat in a long black gown with a high slit, a cute pair of heels, and your usual every day jewelry. your nails were freshly manicured and your hair freshly done. you’d shaven yourself to be smoother than a baby’s bottom and made sure to apply your cocoa butter and coconut oil so your skin was soft.

“yn?” you heard a deep voice drawl. you followed the black slacks all the way up to a nice gucci belt, then a pressed white dress shirt and a red tie, all the way up to your handsome aaron.

“hi aaron…” you whispered, standing to hug him as you gaped.

“you look gorgeous… how much did all this cost you?” he asked, pushing your seat into the table as you sat down.

“oh no, don’t worry! i wanted to!” you assured him with a smile.

“yes… and i want to pay for you to look as good as you do. so tell me how much, and i’ll reimburse you” he smiled. “and if you think about making even one more purchase with your own money we’re gonna have some problems, yeah?” he raised a brow.

you gulped softly and nodded. “yes sir” you whispered softly.

the two of you spent the whole night, talking and laughing over the high end restaurant’s top shelf wine. your time spent with aaron was fantastic, it felt like the two of you had known each other for years. he was a gentleman the entire night, asked about you, listened while you spoke… opening up to him felt easy. he felt like a man you could be yourself around.

“yn… i have to be completely honest” he began as he paid the bill. “i don’t… want this to just be uh… a ‘business’ thing” he murmured out, lacing your fingers together. “if it’s okay with you… i’d like to continue taking you out on dates and getting to know you… i-i’d… i’d like for you to be my girlfriend” he smiled shyly at you as the two of you stepped out of the restaurant.

“oh aaron…” you whisper. “i want that too” you smile. “all of it… i had a great time with you tonight and i’d love to keep it going? back at my place maybe?” you smile hopefully.

he asks you if you brought a car. when you tell him that your best friend had dropped you off, he decided then and there that he would drive you back to your place. the two of you chatted, sipped on wine and watched movies. all the way up until you fell asleep, and woke up on aaron hotchner’s chest.

and as you were crawling down to suck him off to make his morning wood go down before he made you breakfast, both you and him decided… this is how you want to wake up every morning.

#fanmail 💌 #nani’s 4k celebration 𐐪𐑂 #aaron hotchner #nsfw.nani #black!reader #aaron hotchner x black reader #black!fem!reader #sugar daddy!hotch

[vamossainz55]

Moonlight Ch. 5 | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

hi everybodyyy, a bit late (is it becoming a trend? maybe) but i hope you enjoy it. a lot happens in the chapter but it is a bit of a filler to get the story moving. i tried adding as much carlos x reader as much as possible but the season is starting soon so im excited to get into that!! i think i was able to focus more on writing this one so i think it's also better written but im not too sure tbh! i hope you enjoy and as always please feel free to leave constructive criticism! enjoy <3<3

warnings: nothing just a bit of angst at the end. maybe a bit of swearing.

moonlight masterlist and summary here

short summary: exes to friends to lovers

read chapter four here.

Chapter Five (5k words)

“I am so sorry babe,” You sigh out as you slip on your McLaren shirt to go to the office. It had been a week since you had gone out with Ana and Carlos and it had been really hectic to say the least. The livery announcement date had finally settled and promptly announced which only meant working overtime with the team to make sure everything would happen. Most nights you found yourself coming home very late and in the mornings you were leaving as early as you could. Tom had made it clear that you didn’t need to come earlier and stay later than required (especially since you were on an intern salary) but you really couldn’t help it. You tried your best to get involved in every single thing possible, because what if you never got the opportunity again?

Bastien though was a little less happy about your arrangement. Working longer hours only meant less time to call with him and there was a clear disconnect between you both. A part of you was worried but he was also going to visit you soon so you hoped the tension would disperse then. All worries are gone until you’re telling Bastien about the livery date announcement and there’s a clear frown on his face. 

“So what am I going to do on Valentine’s day in London by myself?” Bastien asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice and you let out a small sigh, shifting to look at your phone where your boyfriend was facetiming you. Bastien had planned a surprise trip to visit you for Valentine’s, wanting to stay with you for a few days, but with your news on the announcement date Bastien was not amused. 

“I was planning on asking if you can join? Tom really likes me, I’m sure he’ll say yes.” You say, sitting in front of where your phone had been perched. You look at yourself through the small view on your phone screen as you clip some parts of your hair to the back to clear up your face. “If not Carlos or Lando can try asking for me I think they could have more influence than me.” You offer up as you adjust your bracelet. 

Bastien looks over the screen and sighs. “I don’t care about these things, you know that.” Bastien says and you frown a little bit at his comment. 

“I know it really isn’t your thing… but it’s my thing.” You say with a small smile. “Please? I’m sure you’ll love it. You’ll get to see the car in person and its really cool.” It looks like Bastien wants to argue but a notification comes on your phone that quickly catches your attention.

“Carlos is here, I’m gonna go yeah?” You say softly, looking over the screen. You hear Bastien sigh a little bit before nodding. 

“Yeah, yeah. I find it weird that he’s driving you to work almost every day now but whatever.” Bastien mumbles and it’s your turn to feel a bit annoyed since he hadn’t made it an issue the days before. 

“It’s not like that. When I went out with Ana and him we realised I’m practically on the way to the office for him. It saves me money from using public transport.” You justify for the third time already, although you understood where he was coming from. “I can stop going with him if you want.” You say again because as much as it didn’t mean anything you understood how it could be uncomfortable for your boyfriend that your ex was driving you almost every morning and evening. There is a moment of silence before Bastien speaks up again.

“No, no. I rather you go with him, it’s safer too.” There’s a part of you that doesn’t really believe him but you decide that it’s better not to say anything. “Just text me when you get home and stuff yeah?” He asks and you give him a nod just as a phone call is coming in. 

“I’m gonna go babe, I love you.” You promise, waiting for him to say it back before you’re picking up Carlos’ call, swinging your bag over your shoulder. 

“Ay, ay, vamos. We’re gonna be late again.” Carlos says as soon as the line connects. You roll your eyes, walking to the elevator. 

“Piss off, we were only late once. I’ll be down in less than five.” You promise, hanging up before he says anything else. By the time you get to the lobby Carlos is not even there, which only makes you scoff in feigned annoyance and disbelief. 

As soon as Carlos pulls up you open the back door to drop your bag there before you’re slipping in the passenger seat.

“You were definitely not here yet.” You tell the Spanish driver as you pull the seat belt on. He seems unfazed as he grins at you, tapping his steering wheel with his fingers before looking over you. You can’t help but smile at the way he’s looking at you, getting you to playfully roll his eyes, the sudden annoyance you felt towards Bastien gone. 

“Buenos dias,” Good morning, Carlos says with a grin, and he’s like this every morning, obnoxiously happy and filled with too much energy. Your eyelids are still heavy, but in your defence Carlos’ mornings started much earlier than yours as he was usually packed with workouts, training, and other things. 

“Morning,” You say, letting out a sigh as you lean back on the chair. “Thanks for picking me up.” You say with a smile. Carlos nods, humming as he changes gears. 

“No worries. I got you coffee.” He says nodding to the Starbucks cup in the cupholder. You look over it sceptically, always being overly picky about your coffee. Before you say anything though Carlos is chipping in, pulling out of the driveway as he speaks. “Don’t worry- it has almond milk with cinnamon and less sugar.” He says, not even glancing over at you as he focuses on turning into the main road. You’re a bit surprised that he remembers your order but you simply murmur a thanks and take a sip, hoping it would help your morning become a little bit more bearable.  

“Are you excited for the unveiling?” You ask Carlos, setting your cup of coffee back on the cup holder. He’s focused on the road, humming softly as he thinks about the question. 

“Yeah, yeah. I am really excited to be honest. It’s always cool to have something that you’ve worked on announced- and we’re so close to testing and for the season to start.” he says quickly glancing over to you before looking back at the road. “What about you? It’s your first time.” He chuckles, slowly stopping the car as you reach a red light. He turns his body slightly towards you, waiting for your answer and you give him a nod. 

“I’m really excited actually.” You laugh softly. “I find it so cool that I’m finally on the other side of it. I remember waiting and having countdowns on my phone for all the unveilings.” You say smiling at him. “I am a bit bummed that we chose valentine’s day though.” You say a bit sheepishly. “My boyfriend’s coming over and I was supposed to take the day off.” Carlos shifts his attention to the road again as the light switches to green and there is a short silence as the car starts to move.

“You can always take the day off.” Carlos suggests with a smirk, knowing you wouldn’t and you shake your head, just proving his point. 

“No way in hell I am missing seeing the whole thing in person. What if I never get to see it again?” You ask but Carlos just chuckles. 

“Oh please, this definitely won’t be your last one.” He says it with conviction which makes you smile. “But, you can always invite him. Think you might be able to bring a guest no?” Carlos says and you give him a small shrug. 

“I’m gonna ask but I don’t think he wants to go. He doesn’t care about these things.” You echo your boyfriend’s words from earlier and you can see Carlos stop himself from frowning too deeply and you fiddle with your bracelet. 

“What do you mean? It’s important to you ” He states plainly, “He should care that you care about it no?” 

You don’t really have an answer to that so you decide to just shrug, this time shifting your attention to the street, suddenly uncomfortable with the shift of the conversation. Carlos seems to pick up on this because he quickly changes the topic about how he had gone golfing with Lando the day before and how the younger boy was still horrible at it still. You appreciate the change and you easily go with it, leaving the thought of Bastien behind. 

--------------------

Bastien arrives the night before the unveiling and you’re ecstatic to see him again as you hadn’t seen him in almost two months which is the longest you both had been apart. The moment you see him exit the arrival gate you’re rushing to him and giving him the biggest hug. You can’t stop smiling until you get to your apartment with him, and it’s all good until you wake up the next morning. 

“Where are you going?” You’re already half dressed when Bastien wakes up, but you had already woken up late from staying up with Bastien. 

“Sorry babe. I told you I had to go to work this morning.” You say softly, coming close to give him a quick kiss. You pull away to see Bastien frowning still. “I was going to wake you up right before I left to say goodbye. Carlos is already waiting for me downstairs.” You explain, giving him another kiss. 

Bastien gives you a nod, looking over you. “We’re still going to the showcasing?” Bastien asks and you nod as you put on your shirt properly. 

“I thought we agreed to go last night.” You say, eyes meeting his. It’s clear that he wants to argue, already sitting up. 

“I just think it’s nicer if we do something else.” He says and you let out a small sigh. 

“I told you I took the day off tomorrow.” You say softly, looking over him. 

“Well, tomorrow isn’t Valentine’s day.” He says and it's killing you how inflexible he was being. Of course valentine’s day was a nice day to celebrate but for you what mattered is that you both were together. 

“Bastien, I have to go. I don’t have time to argue” You say, pocketing your phone, feeling slightly annoyed that you were having the same argument for what felt like the hundredth time. You’re turning to take your things when Bastien butts in again. 

“Never pegged you to be the one to put work before relationships.” He says which stops you at your tracks. 

“You’re joking.” You murmur, starting to feel your patience draw thin. “I’ve joined so many of your work things even though it’s not really my thing, and you used to postpone our dates all the time.” You say, remembering all the business events you joined during your last year of university. It was nice, and you got free food, but you could care less about all the finance speakers you had to sit through. 

“It’s different.” Bastien argues which makes you roll your eyes. Your phone is vibrating as a call comes in, a reminder that Carlos was waiting downstairs. 

“It really isn’t.” You say, already done with the conversation. 

“What time do you need me to show up later?” Bastien asks, more annoyed than anything else. There’s this tone in his voice that you suddenly find aggravating, and you’re unsure if you even want him there anymore. 

“I’ll come home first and then we can go together, ” You’re already grabbing your bags, your phone is vibrating once more, Carlos calling you for the second time already. “I really need to go.” You don’t even sound apologetic this time. “Have fun and keep me updated with what you do. I really need to go. I love you.”  

The day is busy and you don’t even realise Bastien hadn’t texted you until you text him to let him know you’re on the way home. You don’t think much of it as you’d talk to him when you got home. You’re tired from running around so the argument from the earlier morning is at the back of your mind. Only until you find yourself home by yourself, Bastien nowhere to be seen. 

You text him thrice before you call him countless times after. Hours pass and you need to get ready to go to the venue and you’re starting to feel sick. You had no clue where Bastien was, and you were starting to get worried, not even getting ready as you waited on your couch with your legs pressed against your chest. It’s only half an hour before the event when you get a response from him and the words leave you stunned. 

‘Bumped into a friend, i’ll see you later tonight. Enjoy the event. Xxx’ 

You’re out of it when you arrive at the unveiling. Thankfully you’re not late as the doors had opened before the unveiling. You ask your taxi to drop you off at the front of the gates, not minding much to have to walk a bit once you notice the slight traffic. Tom had managed to get you a guest seat but you’re dreading going in to sit by yourself, but something in the corner of your vision catches your eyes. There are several fans there, clearly there in hopes to catch quick glimpses of anybody coming or leaving. You can’t help but walk up to them. 

“Hey, are you here for the announcement?” You’re almost by the entrance and the girl is by herself, clearly nervous. She’s dressed up with a McLaren shirt and she’s holding a hat too. There are others around but most seem to be in groups. 

“Yeah, are you too?” She asks before she’s looking over you. You were dressed up quite nicely, wanting to show the part of being a guest. For a second you doubt if it's okay or not but you’re wanting to do a nice gesture. 

“Actually I am, what’s your name?” You ask softly. The introductions are quick and you learn that she’s been following McLaren for years and that she had been supporting Carlos since his Renault years too. You’re endeared, seeing a bit of you in her and you even feel a bit excited as you speak. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to join inside?” You offer. The girl’s eyes go wide and she looks at you in disbelief. 

“My boyfriend couldn’t make it, so I have an extra ticket.” You smile and she’s quickly nodding, speechless. 

“Thank you so much.” She says as you both start walking. When you get to the entrance you’re flashing your tickets and there is a slight hesitation from the security guard until you show him your company badge too and before you know it you’re in.

Tom was a gem but he wasn’t a miracle worker so you both had to sit somewhere in the back, but the excitement was buzzing from you both. A big part of you was disappointed that Bastien wasn’t there but seeing somebody else as excited as you warmed a small part in your chest. 

The unveiling goes smoothly, and you can’t help but smile when Carlos and Lando come into the light, soon sharing some words as well. The car looks beautiful and the thought of seeing it on track soon and racing had you buzzing. Everybody seemed just as excited, most people leaning on the edge of their seats. All your work felt more real now and the season was starting soon, and you felt impatient for the season to kick off. 

You chat softly with Jess the whole time, soon explaining a bit what you did and explaining to her that you were part of the team. Once everybody starts to disperse and get out of their seats you offer her to walk up to Lando and Carlos, giving her a warning that it might take a bit of time to be able to get to them since they were probably going to be busy with all the sponsors and guests. It’s when you’re both getting up for your seats when you notice that Carlos and Lando are actually walking up to you both. They both look a bit confused when they spot Jess next to you but they smile at her anyways, greeting and introducing themselves. 

“Oh my god. Hi- it’s really cool to finally meet you both. I’ve always been the biggest McLaren fan.” She says with a wide smile before explaining that you had invited her in. The boys simply grin and nod, you give them both a nudge with a marker and soon they’re signing her things. 

“It was nice meeting you and thanks for following us! I hope we can make this an exciting season.” Carlos grins at her before turning to you. “We gotta run to Zak before he tells us off for sneaking off but we’ll meet a bit later yeah?” Carlos asks, already nudging Lando to follow along as they both begin to walk off. You give them a quick smile and nod before you turn to Jess who’s again thanking you profusely. 

You hang around with Jess up until the end of the event, introducing her to some other colleagues that you bumped along the way. You might have said a white lie or two that Jess was your friend and a big fan, just in case you’d get in trouble for technically bringing a stranger, but thankfully nobody questions it too much. 

You end up exchanging your contact information with her before you’re heading off to the back, deciding to help with some things since you had the time anyways. Tom catches you just as you’re slipping into the back of the auditorium. 

“What are you doing here hm? You’re not supposed to work.” he scolds playfully and you can’t help but give a sheepish laugh. 

“I wanted to help out and Lando and Carlos told me to meet up with them after.” You explain before telling Tom a lie about how your boyfriend wasn’t feeling well to come. “But I brought a friend, I hope that’s okay.” You say with a smile and Tom rolls his eyes, saying of course. You hear a door from down the hall open and you look over when you hear somebody speak up. 

“Ah, there you are.” Lando says, still in his racing suit as he walks towards you with a grin. Tom is soon excusing himself, saying that he had to work on something. “Where’s your boyfriend?” Lando asks once Tom’s out. You shrug with a small smile just as Carlos peaks into the hallway, he’s also still in his racing suit. As soon as he comes up to you both he’s echoing the same question as Lando. 

“He wasn’t in the mood to join.” You shrug, “Don’t know where he is.” You say, trying your best to hide the annoyance wash over you at the reminder that he had ditched you. Carlos is looking at you like he wants to say something but he stays silent, and your eyes linger a bit on him but Lando is soon speaking up. 

“Carlos and I were planning to grab food. Do you wanna join?” Lando offers.

The Spanish driver is quick to butt in. “You don’t have plans after with your boyfriend?” He asks sceptically and you shake your head. Carlos raises his brow slightly before nodding, “Okay, you’re joining then. And I’m not taking no for an answer.” 

You wait for both guys to change into their clothes before you’re heading to the parking space with them. They’re rattling on about having to talk to too many sponsors and guests and you can’t help but smile, shaking your head in amusement. 

“So who am I hitching a ride from?” You ask when you realise they both had driven to the office. Lando is quick to take the responsibility, wanting to prove that he was a better driver than Carlos. 

“Not true, but I’ll drop you off later, yeah?” Carlos says as he’s going to his car. You give him a nod before you’re heading to Lando, already teasing him to not crash the car and to make sure you both made it to dinner. 

Funnily enough dinner ends up in the park. The guys had not thought about the date so they hadn’t reserved any table and of course Valentine’s day only meant one thing, most places were packed to the brim. You had suggested McDonalds and the two had grinned, looking at each other and agreeing that it was a good evening to have a cheat day. 

“Can’t believe every single restaurant we called and drove to was full.” Lando says as he sits on the table’s bench, swinging his leg over it to settle down next to you. Carlos is sitting across you both, already digging through his McDonald’s bag. 

“I mean, it is valentine’s day. It’s one of the busiest days.” You chuckle, “You two should’ve thought it through.” you jokingly tease, already grabbing one of your fries. 

“I’m sorry- last time I celebrated valentine’s day I think I just spent it at home with my ex.” Lando says defensively, his hands are up and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “Do you always reserve for valentine’s?” he asks you and you give him a smirk. 

“Never had to do the reservation. One of the only privileges of being a girl.” You joke, sticking your tongue out. Lando scoffs but murmurs a makes sense before he’s turning to Carlos. 

“When’s the last time you celebrated Valentine’s?” He asks Carlos in between bites of his food. Carlos looks at him before instinctively looking at you. 

“Really? That’s the last time?” You ask quite surprised, not managing to bite back your tongue, Carlos scowls at your reaction. You bite the inside of your cheek but that doesn’t stop you from letting out a laugh, “Sorry, I’m just surprised, really.” You laugh softly. 

“What’s so surprising about that?” Carlos groans and Lando is stifling a laugh too. You shake your head but Carlos nudges you under the table with his foot. “Come on now. Tell me!” He insists and you’re laughing again.

“I don’t know. You’re an F1 driver now, you’re good looking, funny, why wouldn’t you be going out on Valentine’s day?” You question, smiling at him. You hold eye contact for a second before Carlos is looking down at his food. The lights in the park are quite dimmed and a part of you wonders whether Carlos was blushing or not, but you don’t play around with that thought too much. 

“You weren’t surprised when I said I haven’t been on a Valentine’s date in a while.” Lando says, clearly too offended to notice Carlos’ change in demeanour. You laugh at his comment and you’re shaking your head. 

“I didn’t mean it that way and you know it.” You state with a smile before focusing back on your food. 

“So,” Lando starts off after a beat of silence. “What did you guys do for valentine’s? Apart from Carlos making the reservations?” he asks, still not letting the topic go. You think Carlos is about to tell him to shut up but Carlos looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Which one was the last one?” He asks, thinking as he scratches his chin. “Was it when we went on that boat dinner?” Carlos asks curiously and you need to think for a second before you’re nodding. 

“Yeah- it was after your announcement in Toro Rosso.” You say, resting your chin on your hand. It was nice, you both had taken a trip to the caribbean and spent a few days there. 

“I booked that dinner like two months in advance just to be sure.” Carlos chuckles before looking at Lando. “It was nice, but expensive.” He says before thinking a bit more. “It was worth it though, we stayed the night in the boat no?.” Carlos says and you give him a nod as confirmation. 

The rest of the dinner is nice, but there is a small nagging voice inside your head, wondering where Bastien was. You check your phone a bit too many times in hopes to get a text but it’s radio silent, you find yourself talking a lot, wanting to distract yourself and to push Bastien to the back of your mind and it kind of works. Time passes and before you know it you’re getting into Carlos’ car, putting on your seatbelt as you shift a bit. You had thanked Lando for asking you to join and told him to drive safely before he had headed off to his own car. 

“God I am so full. I always eat too much.” You say, resting your hands on your belly, you’re trying to fill the silence, it was late and you didn’t want to let your mind wander. Carlos on the other hand is quiet and you look over him, curious about his silence. “Thanks for driving me home” You say just as he is starting the car. The lack of answer makes you nervous and you shift a bit in your seat.

“Are you okay?” Carlos finally replies and the question catches you a bit off guard. You look back at him, tilting your head slightly. 

“What do you mean?” You ask. 

“I mean, you told me Bastien had agreed to join and he didn’t” He says, not making a move to pull out the car. You feel a bit nervous now, having thought that the conversation had been left behind in the office. 

“He wasn’t in the mood so he texted me that he changed his mind.” You say, hoping it was truthful enough. You’re waiting for Carlos to pull out of the parking spot but he doesn’t. Instead he takes the opportunity to turn to you a bit more, wanting to face you properly. 

“He texted you?” Carlos asks, a bit confused. You shift a bit in your seat, looking at him properly as well. 

“He wasn’t home when I got there to get ready so,” Your voice is a bit softer this time and Carlos looks more than unimpressed. 

“Okay.” he says before turning to look ahead of him again, this time changing gears to pull out from parking. “I’m here if you wanna talk about it, or if you’re not comfortable, talk to Lando, or any of your friends.” Carlos murmurs, glancing over to you again. “Don’t keep things to yourself too much. I know you tend to do that.” Carlos says with a small smile before he’s driving you home. 

It’s not that you don’t want to answer but you don’t really have the words. The silence in the car is ringing in your ears and you can’t help but finally let the bitterness and hurt settle in your chest. You blame it on being tired, or on Carlos’ words but you feel your eyes get glossy as he reaches the road. You look up, wanting to stop your eyes from overflowing. It’s embarrassing really (and a bit pathetic, you think), crying over your boyfriend in front of your ex. 

You’re frustrated more than anything, not knowing why Bastien had decided to ditch at the last minute. It was understandable that he wasn’t into motorsports or racing  but you couldn’t comprehend why he couldn’t make a small effort to go for you. You had supported him in everything and it was starting to hurt that you didn’t feel like the effort was returned. Were you doing something wrong? 

Carlos doesn’t say anything for a while, simply putting on the radio as you quietly wipe your cheeks.“I’m sorry,” You murmur after a bit, trying your best to recollect yourself. 

“You’re okay. Did you forget how much you used to cry in front of me?” Carlos teasigly says and you roll your eyes, wiping your cheeks. 

To be fair he was right. Even before you two had dated he had been your closest friend. The amount of times he had seen you cry about boys, your family, school (or anything really) were endless. You hated crying by yourself and the moment Carlos had discovered this he had always tried to be there. 

He would always take you on drives, following the road as long as he could to let you cry it out. Most times he was quiet, whilst other times he was cursing off whoever had upset you with you. 

You don’t remember the last time you’ve cried like this. You had been so busy after moving and as always your family barely had time to catch up with you. Bastien was always busy and your calls were usually catch ups about the day, but it was hard to talk to him about your feelings as he was quick to say that it was going to be okay and to dwell on things too much. All your friends were also busy with their own internships or work so hadn’t had any time to properly speak or think about how you were feeling.  

There’s a weird new feeling mixing in your chest and it takes you a moment to realise what it is. 

You’re watching Carlos drive as you let out sniffles and continue wiping your cheeks. You missed your best friend. 

The thought of it only makes you tear up more so recollecting yourself doesn’t really happen and you’re dreading having to go home to a probably empty apartment like this. “How far are we?” You ask quietly and Carlos simply shrugs. 

“As far as you need us to be.” he says and you look at him quietly before nodding and looking back at the road. 

You don’t really say anything back but you know you don’t need to. 

fin.

read chapter six here

a/n: helloooo hope you enjoyed. what do you guys think? did bastien have the right to be upset? did that mean it was okay for him to ditch? are we happy to see carlos and reader connecting again?? also please feel free to leave constructive criticism and your thoughts, it really helps <3 i'll try my best to update by next week.

Moonlight Taglist @loverboysainz-interacts @mossafiato @animesimp2 @gridmetro @iamasimpingh0e @ihearttheoriginals @wildflowertaste @hammyknight @im-an-overthinker @serialkillertbh @pierre-gasssllyy @organasith @sarasturniolo @azenpal @sukunasrealgf @imsoconfused2903 @dr3lover @nsprinx @hayleyy-l @starxqt @xheera @idkiwantchocolatee @sarahayden @turningxstrange @thelightnessofthebeing

F1 taglist  @sgkophie @lostinketterdam @troybolton-14 @panicforspec @storysf1ferrari

want to be added to my taglist? let me know! (i also am willing to tag for specific drivers so please feel free to ask)

if you are interested in reading more check out my masterlist!

#moonlight #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz junior #cs55 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #anywayss #fluff #enemies to friends to lovers #it is 1am idek why im posting this so late #this is my second time preparing the post since my tumblr literally crashed lmao

[smutracha]

I saw you in a dream… Part one: A blank Canvas

Japanese House - I saw you in a dream

Why was it like this. You aways felt so close to him, since the day you turned 16. You started hearing him, seeing his world, feeing his warmth. You felt his happiness, you felt his sadness, his frustration, you felt him. But you never met him.

Your entire life you hated your soul bond. Those dreams. You felt him but it was just a hollow reminder that you were nowhere near him. Still, you waited. Until you couldn’t wait anymore. You needed to go be happy, to live for yourself and not a dream.

You hadn’t seen Min in ages, it felt. You left the country just after your 16th birthday, he flied to see you when he could but then the traineeship got serious and you guys had to settle for texts and calls. But now you were back. “Bestie! No way I actually missed you this much.” “You bitch, it’s been years. You definitely missed me this much.” “Yeah sure, keep believing. C’mon let’s get you home.” “Roll your eyes again, maybe they’ll get stuck.”

The car ride to the dorm was filled with laughter and smiles and a few sniffles followed by scolds of “I’m driving yn, don’t make me cry.” Finally he pulled up at a large plain looking building and pulled his hood up so it cast a shadow over his eyes, and with a mask pulled up over his mouth and nose he ushered you out of the car as he grabbed both of your heavy hard case luggage bags from the trunk. Knowing what you were to face next, a buzz of nerves and anxiety settled into your stomach.

“So, we’re sure me staying here for the month is not a problem? Cause I have savings set aside, you know?” “Lee knows, Lee doesn’t care. Its so not a problem, look we’re on a break right now so it’s totally chilled. I mean you should really just be worrying about Yongbok cuddling you to death and Jeongin using your conditioner.” “His is probably way better so he should be worrying.” You pout with your arms folded as you both finally stop in front of a door you assume must be the entrance to his dorm. “See, you shouldn’t be worried… but Felix might actually cuddle you to death.”

“Wait, I missed you.” You wrap him in you arms before he can even turn the door handle but someone on the other side must have heard you two in the hallway because it opens anyway.

“Oh my god! The hyungs have to see this! You’re showing affection!” “Fuck’s sake Jeongin. Way to ruin a moment.” “OOOOOOOhhhhhhh, a moment you say.” “Oh shuttup dude. Move or grab a bag I got a jet-lagged girl over here.”

Moving away from you, Minho grumbles an apology of sorts about the younger boy before you can even see him. But there he his, the younger boy you’d seen on facetime and everywhere else really. He was always curious about his hyung’s best friend, so you’d spoken to him on your movie night face times a couple times over the years.

“Yn, hi. Come in before he starts wondering what I’ve done with ya.” He says with a light shy blush coating his cheeks. “Ok, but first we gotta do this… hug?” The word is barely out in the air before you’re wrapped in his arms, the two of you both giggling like you always did when you spoke through Minho’s phone. “Finally, somebody my age in our house. Finally, you in our house.”

He pulls you into the dorms, past the kitchen and through the passage to Minho’s room. He stops your luggage in the room next to your best friend. “Why did you two take so long? Oh god, surely he’s not your dream boy is he?” he chuckles softly. And while you do turn slightly sour at the reminder, you chuckle too. “I hope not. Doesn’t paint does he?” “Heh, haven’t got the talent for it. That reminds me, Hyunjin said something about telling you to say goodbye to Han because of something with his paint and viciously murdering him with a paintbrush.”

“My viciously murdered husband must wait because my yn is here and Chan should be here too soon. And we got food to get to.” “Min, can we get takeout, m too tired to dress up.” “Nope.” “But why not-“ “Minho! Jeongin! I got the groceries, I need a hand though.” “Ah, that’s Chan. And no, because I’m cooking for you.” “Wait-“ “It’s been years and I haven’t been able to cook for you in all that time and well, I gotta show ya how much I love you somehow.” “I missed your cooking.” “I know, we can cry later ok. You still have to tell me why you finally came back, remember?”

There was that sour feeling again.

“I know you’re going to SNU for your PhD but like come on, you were so set on waiting for dream boy.” “Yeah but I figured, I have to live for me. If soulmates are so destined then it doesn’t matter where I go, we’ll meet someday. I didn’t wanna wait for it anymore. Plus you know how much those dreams suck.” “Ugh yeah don’t we all, Hyunjin has them too and at this point we all wanna sew his lips shut. We’re practically stuck in that nightmare with him.” “Well then, he gets it. Do I get to meet the others soon?” “Yeah, Yongbok and Seungmin should be here soon. But you need to be getting to bed, look at you half-asleep on my shoulder.” “Ok, but in the morning, by the way Chris is pretty cool.” “They all are. But you’re way cooler.”

The next morning having been woken up at 8 by Minho’s constant texts you realize that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon and cave.

“Min, I am personally gonna shove your head so far up your ass it’ll be your new party hat for the next five years.” You say as you stumble into the kitchen. Where, to your realization, you are met with three other shocked faces. “I told you guys she’s not that sweet.” “I am pure fucking sugar and rainbows, after coffee that is. But sorry for the rude first impression.”

“I made you coffee, hyung said you’d be grumpy if you came out here after his texts and there wasn’t any.” Seungmin chirped at you with the most heart melting smile you have ever seen. “Oh thank you, that is the nicest thing in the world.” “Nice to meet you, by the way I’m gonna need all the dirt you can give me on him.” “Anytime, m your girl.” “Coffee every morning in return?” “Deal.”

“Oh my god, she fits right in. I like her, we’re keeping her if she can shut Minho hyung up like that every dance practice.” “Yongbok, you’re supposed to be the sweet one.” “Just cause m not a heathen like the three of you, doesn’t mean I’m sweet.” “I like him, m keeping him.” “Y/n, no.” “Yesss, besties.” Felix lights up with the prettiest smile and you are in pieces for his beauty. But Minho sees how the boys immediately pull you over to the dark side and sighs. “What have I done?” “Will there be tequila at the party?” “Yes, y/n. And whiskey, don’t worry we got this. Jeongin, tell new bestie that we got this.” “We got this.” “I love it here.” “What have I done?”

taglist:

@kkamismom12

#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #skz fluff

[anxioussweasley]

Hii! I love your work!

I was wondering if you could write one about Fred??? I love him so much.

Can it be where its late at night, it can be after the war and he doesnt die. He is doing long distance with you and he facetimes you bc he misses you?

Broken Line

Word count: ???

Warnings: cursing? (maybe idk I don’t remember), mentions of war, injury, long distance relationship, nightmares. (It’s all very minimal) slight angst and fluff.

A/n: thank you for the request! This is the first thing I have written in a while, so I hope it’s good! I recently got a new job and have not had much time for writing but this idea was really exciting to me. I hope you enjoy! Also I’m sorry this is king of short.

He didn’t want to bother you. He really didn’t. It was 5am for him and he was surprised he had made it nearly all the way through the night but it was midnight for you and he really didn’t want to wake you.

You were currently staying with family in the states and the time difference had been driving Fred crazy for the past few months. Especially when he would wake up in the middle of the night from the dreams. Bloody fucking war, he thought. Not only had it sent you across the Atlantic but it had left him with a bad knee and an inability to sleep.

He didn’t want to bother you. He really didn’t. But he missed you, and he was tired and his brain would never win an argument with his heart when he was tired.

He hit the call button. The phone only rang once. You weren’t suprised to get the call. But based on your bed head and the grogginess in your eyes Fred knew you weren’t entirely prepared for it. A soft smile was on your face as you answered the FaceTime.

“Freddie?”

“Hey, love bug.” Fred didn’t mean to sound so distraught, but there was a heavy air to his voice you easily picked up on. Fred could tell by the way you sat up straighter and forced your eyes open wider that he had worried you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just- nothings wrong, just miss you.” Your tensed shoulders fell slightly and that easy smile came back to your face.

“I miss you too. I’ll be home in a few weeks.” You were trying to be reassuring but Fred made a face that told you the wait was a few weeks to long. A few weeks. The mere thought of it was overwhelming and Fred felt nothing but defeated.

“I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I miss you is all. Wish we didn’t have to keep talking over the line like this.”

You couldn’t deny that Fred’s words hurt. “Do you- you don’t think we’re just waisting time? Like... we’re growing apart?”

Fred immediately looked guilty. “No! I don’t- I don’t think that. I just wish you were here. Wish I could wake up to you. Some nights are worse than others.”

“You had another one of your dreams?” It was more a statement than a question but you had grown so good at reading him you didn’t have cause to be unsure.

“Yeah,” Fred let out a sigh of surrender, “I almost made it through the night. Thought I could handle it without bothering you. I’m sorry I know it’s late there.”

You took a second to fully take Fred in. He had been pulling at his hair again, the ginger mess sticking up in every direction. His eyes were tired, though that was to be expected, but the dark circles under them were so obvious it nearly looked like makeup. He looked exhausted and you wished more than anything you could be there for him in person. “You never have to apologize Fred. Ever. You are not bothering me. I love you and I miss you just as much as you miss me.”

“That’s not possible,” Fred smiled slightly.

“You are such a romantic.”

“Yeah, right. like the time I asked you out after dropping a bucket of ink on you,” Fred chuckled.

“Or that time you accidentally gave me a fainting fancy and then failed to catch me and I was in the hospital wing for two days with a broken collarbone,” you added.

“I told you you were gonna fall head over heals for me,” Fred laughed, his normal smirk returning to his face.

“That I did.” You answered easily.

“I can’t wait for you to come home. I really miss you.”

“Just a few more weeks, and then I will never leave your side again. I miss you all the time.”

Fred smiled in acknowledgment. The two of you moving the conversation onto catching up. Fred told you about how the shop was doing after reopening and the rest of his siblings, you told him about America and your family. It was brief but light conversation and after Fred felt surprisingly like his normal self.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked, brow quirked. Fred loved the expression, it was one he saw often from you and his love for it grew every time.

“Making me feel better... making me feel like normal.” His voice was soft and full of love, and gratitude, and heartache and the sound alone made you want to cry.

You didn’t know exactly what to say. It was such a loaded profession of gratitude. You couldn’t just say ‘no problem’ and call it settled. “I would give anything to make you happy.”

“Just talking does wonders,” Fred smiled.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“That’s not possible.” You repeated his earlier words, bringing a brilliant smile to his face.

“I’ll call you in the morning?”

“Yes, please. And please try to get some more sleep. I love you.” You answered.

“I’ll do my best. I love you too.”

#hp imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley imagine #fred gideon weasley #fred weasley fic #fredweasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasley #weasley twins #weasleys #fred and george

[kpopsickies]

I’ll be home for Christmas

sickie: Huening Kai

Caretaker: Lea+Bahiyyih 

Bahiyyih p.o.v 

I had just finished up dance practice with my members and hurried back to the dorm, packing up my stuff. My brother would be there within 20 minutes to pick me up. The two of us were going to spend the Christmas holidays with her, our parents thought it was a good idea, especially because we wouldn't be able to spend Christmas with them. I had just finished packing when there was a knock on my door. “Come in” 

“Hey Hiyyih!” I recognized the voice without even needing to look up, “Hey Hikaru!” 

“your brother is here” she said sitting down on my bed. I threw a sweater into my bag. “Should I bring these?” I asked showing her a pair of jeans. She nodded, “they’re cute on you” I nodded and threw them into my bag. “I’m gonna miss you” I smiled at her, “I’ll miss you too, but I’ll only be gone 10 days” She nodded, “I know. You have to send me pictures” I smiled and nodded as I threw the last of my things in the bag. “I’m ready” The two of us walked downstairs to the kitchen, I saw Kai standing in the living room talking with a few of my members, he noticed me, waving, “ready to go Hiyyih?” I nodded and gave Hikaru a quick hug and waved goodbye to the other members. I followed mt brother out the door and to the car, his manager had offered to take us on the 45 minute drive to Lea’s house. Kai sat in the back with me so we could talk, and I wouldn’t be lonely. 

“How are you adjusting in Kep1er?” 

“good, we’ve had a lot of comebacks, I’m tired. I’m glad to have a break” 

“yeah, that makes sense.” He paused, “You and Hikaru seem close” I smiled, hoping I wasn’t blushing. “She’s a good friend for sure” 

“you like her” it didn’t come out as a question. I shrugged, “yeah, she’s a good friend” he gave a knowing smile, “Trust me Hiyyih, I know my sister” I rolled my eyes. “whatever you say. How’re the guys?” I asked, definitely not trying to change the subject. He gave me a knowing look, “they’re good, Soobin and Beomgyu both had a cold last week.” I dramatically leaned away and covered my face as he said that. He laughed, “don’t worry, it’s been a week, I still haven’t started showing signs, so by now I think I’ll be fine” 

“If you get me sick I’m suing you” he rolled his eyes, “ever the sympathetic baby sister” I laughed, he looked slightly less than amused, but I could see the smile under his fake glare. The two of us talked back and forth about life, our groups, comebacks, and so forth. About halfway through the ride my phone rang with a facetime notification, I picked it up and saw it was Lea. I showed the caller ID to Kai before answering it. “Hey Lea” Kai and I said together. “Hi! how close are you guys?”

“about 20 minutes or so” I explained glancing at the gps. “if traffic stays the same” 

“okay, I was just curious, I’m excited to see you guys” She exclaimed, i smiled, “we’re excited to see you too!” 

“why didn’t you call me? I’m older!” Kai said, an over dramatic pout on his face. I rolled my eyes, “hate to break it to you Kai, but you suck at answering your phone. It’s always on silent” I laughed, and Kai shrugged, “fair point” he said. He suddenly sneezed, startling me so much that I dropped my phone, I heard Lea laughing, Kai apologized, laughing a bit as he did. “bless you” Lea said through a laugh. “thanks” Kai said, as he pulled a tissue out of his backpack, “are you sick?” Lea asked, noticing that he seemed prepared. Kai shrugged, “I don’t know yet, but Soobin and Beomgyu had a cold last week, I was just being prepared.” Lea and I exchanged a look through the camera screen. “should I just count on him being sick all week?” She asked me, I shrugged, “probably” 

“check if he has a fever” I side-eyed Kai who turned away and covered his face with his arms, “hiding” from me, I turned the camera so Lea could look, “kai” she said, a warning tone in her voice, “no” he said, we both rolled out eyes at him, Lea shook her head, “I’m going to take a quick run to the store” She eyed Kai with a bit of concern. Kai glanced between us. “girls are so weird” He said looking confused. “see you guys in a few” Lea said waving to us, before hanging up. “why does she need to go to the store?” Kai asked, his eyes glazed over and he turned away from me, “HIAtcHu- IATchu-hh- HiATChu”

“bless you” he sniffled, “thank you” 

“Kai, I think you might be sick” he shook his head stubbornly, “nah, I’m fine” I gave him a skeptical look, “seriously Hiyyih” I shrugged, “whatever you say dude” The next few minutes he spent sniffling, basically constantly, “Kai, blow your nose” I said, trying not to sound too irritated, especially because he looked embarrassed. “I don’t have tissues” I handed a few napkins from the pocket of the car. “here” he took them and pressed them to his face, “when will you admit you’re getting sick?” He frowned, “I felt fine yesterday” his eyebrows creased, “I just had a little bit of a stuffy nose, but I thought that was from it being cold outside” he explained, he blew his nose harshly, I tried not to cringe away from him. “maybe you have the flu, that comes on pretty fast” he looked annoyed, “I know” he sighed, “I was just hoping to avoid it” I patted his shoulder, “if you guys want to send me back to the dorm that’s fine” I laughed, “and make you spend Christmas alone? while sick? No way, that’s mean” He smiled, “thanks”  

“yeah, yeah, I know I’m amazing, but if you get me sick I’m still suing you” he laughed, coughing slightly after. “deal” he held his hand out for me to shake, I wrinkled my nose and shook my head, “nah bro, wash your hands first” 

~el time skipo~

When we got to Lea’s house she ran out the front door to greet us. After hugging me she stopped in her tracks. “You look...” she glanced at me, “like shit?” I said shrugging, Lea facepalmed and Kai glared at me “I was going to say sick” She placed her hand on his forehead, he tried shrugging it off, but she grabbed his shoulder. “stop being stubborn” he apologized, “you have a fever” she explained, Kai shrugged, “I know. I can feel it” he coughed after, thankfully having enough sense to turn away from us. “come on inside, then we can drug you” he nodded, he grabbed his bag from the car. I went to grab mine but before I got the chance he took it and flung it over his shoulder. “Kai, I can carry it” he shrugged, “I’ve got it” I glanced at Lea, once Kai was a bit ahead of us she leaned over to me, “I think he feels guilty for getting sick and is trying to make it up to us. But he’s a boy so using his words isn’t easy” we both laughed at her comment, Kai glanced back at us, looking confused. Which only made us laugh more. “girls are so weird” we went inside, Kai set my bag down on the couch. He took his bag to the room he always slept in. “I’m kinda worried about him” Lea said sitting down on the couch. “yeah, he told me that Beomgyu and Soobin were sick last week. I assume he caught whatever they had. I think he said it was just a cold though, so that’s good.” We both stopped when Kai walked into the living room. “how are you feeling?” 

“okay, mainly just congested” he said, he stood awkwardly in the doorway. Lea stood up, “I got some cold medicine that I want you to take” 

“thanks noona” he said softly, “Kai, how long have you felt sick for?”

“I really felt fine earlier. I wouldn’t have come otherwise.” Kai explained. “It’s okay Kai. We aren’t mad.” Lea said, she rubbed his back gently, we exchanged a concerned glance when he ducked into his elbow with a harsh coughing fit. ”Oppa?” I said softly when he finished coughing, he glanced at me. “I know we had plans of stuff do with this week, but maybe we just have a relaxing week so you can get better, then we can do more fun stuff when you’re better.” He looked between us, “I’m sorry for ruining our sibling time” Lea and I glanced at each other. “Kai, you didn’t ruin anything. You’re sick. That’s seriously fine. Let’s just focus on getting you recovered.” Lea said, taking the roll of big sister. I smiled and nodded, “exactly what she said” he smiled, “you know, for sisters, you’re pretty awesome” We both rolled our eyes but smiled. “Go to sleep” Lea said shoving his head. He laughed, “yes ma’am” 

#kep1er #viva #txt #hueningkai #huening bahiyyih #huening lea #huening siblings

[landosgirl97]

Cheers to Charleston (Chasetell Series)-Part 4

In the weeks after getting home, Chase and I had texted off and on, but with him filming and myself working, we didn’t get to talk as much as we’d like. I knew he had an event over the weekend and was busy so I had made some plans with some friends. One of my good guy friends had invited me over for a bonfire and beers with a few mutual friends so without thinking, of course I said yes. When I was there we were goofing around, taking pictures, dancing, what I would normally do hanging out with them, and then went home to bed. I didn’t even think anything of it until the next day.

I tried to call Chase for our daily “good morning” Facetime and it rang through with no answer. Thinking maybe he slept in or was already on set, I went about my day. By evening, I hadn’t heard anything from him at all, so I called Lex.

Me: “Hey, have you from Rudy today?”

Lex: “Yeah? They had the day off.. Why?”

Me: “Weird.. Chase didn’t tell me they had today off and he hasn’t answered me all day. Can you maybe have Rudy check on him for me? Please? I’m worried.”

Lex: “...sure. Let me ask him and I’ll call you back.”

Me: “Thanks.”

I waited very impatiently for Lex to call me back, busying myself with house chores while I waited. I answered on the first ring when my phone finally rang.

Me: “Hell-”

Lex: “You dumbass!”

Me: “What did I do?!”

Lex: “Who were you with last night?”

Me: “Just out with some friends! We were just drinking and screwing around! Why?”

Lex: “Check your tagged photos.. Who’s the dude standing behind you with his arm around your shoulders?”

Me: “That’s my friend Jake.. what about him? We’ve been friends for years!”

Lex: “Don’t you think he’s a little..close? Especially when you’re wearing Chase’s hoodie?”

*the realization finally dawns on me*

Me: “Oh my god… he thinks I’m seeing other people doesn’t he?!”

Lex: “Sleeping with other people more specifically. He’s been home wallowing all day.”

Me: “Shit. Thanks.”

I spent the rest of the evening texting and apologizing to Chase profusely while still getting no answer. I knew in my gut that it would take more than that so I called Rudy.

Rudy: “Hello?”

Me: “Can you pick me up at the Charleston airport tomorrow morning?”

Rudy: “What? Why?”

Me: “Cause I’m driving to the airport now and I land in Charleston at 5AM. I caught the first flight out.”

Rudy: “Chantell.. You’re flying all night?”

Me: “Yes! I really screwed up and Chase won’t answer me. I NEED to talk to him. Just… please.”

Rudy: “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Me: “thank you. See you in the morning.”

*Rudy’s POV*

I seriously can’t believe she’s flying overnight. Chase needs to know this.

Chase: “What dude…”

Rudy: “Let’s go get breakfast before work tomorrow! I’ll come pick you up?”

Chase: “What time?”

Rudy: “It’s across town so like.. 4:45?”

Chase: “Dude that’s so early! We don’t even have to be at work until 7!”

Rudy: “it’s really good so I’m afraid the wait might be long.. Just trust me.”

Chase: “Fine.. whatever. I’m going back to bed.”

The next day I drove to where Chase was to pick him up and he looked awful. His hair was disheveled and shoved under a backwards baseball cap, he had on a hoodie, shorts, and a dark pair of sunglasses. “Hey man! Good morning!” I said. “Morning. Where are we going?” he asked. “Just across town but traffic seems to be rough this morning so make yourself comfortable. I watched as he reclined his seat and covered his face with his ball cap. Perfect, I thought.

When we pulled up to the airport, Chase moved the ball cap back to his head as I put the car in park, leaning his seat up. “Dude, what are we doing here?” That’s when I saw her come out the doors and spot my car. She made a beeline for the passenger seat and I looked past him as she pulled the door open. “He- woah!”

*Chantell’s POV*

“He-woah!” I exclaimed. I hadn’t expected someone in the passenger seat. “Chantell? What are you doing here?” he asked, shocked. “You weren’t answering me.. So I flew here. I- I had to make sure you were okay.. That WE were okay..” I smiled. He huffed, “yeah okay, get in. We’re holding up traffic.” I slid into the back seat quietly and watched out the window as Rudy drove to Chase’s apartment building. When we pulled up, I stayed in the back seat when he got out, assuming I was going back to the airport to fly home. To my surprise, the back door swung open and Chase slightly smiled, signaling for me to get out. I exchanged a look with Rudy as a thank you as I slid out of the car and followed Chase to his apartment.

The door closed behind us and I sat on the couch. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled. “You seriously flew all night to get here?” he asked me. I just nodded in response and stared at the floor. “Why?” I shrugged, “because I like you and I really screwed up. When you didn’t answer my calls or texts I didn’t know what else to do but book a flight.” A smile made its way onto his face as he chuckled, “so you like me, huh?” I shove his shoulder and laugh. “Of course I do, Stokes. Now go get ready for work. I need to get changed, I feel disgusting. Once I was ready, I made myself comfortable on the couch with a book. He entered the room and watched me for a second, “are you ready to go?” “Go where?” “To set, silly.” My eyes got wide, “I’m going to set?” He chuckles, “well I hoped you were if you’re up for it?” I hopped up and put my shoes on. “Let’s go!” I said, eagerly bouncing up and down on my heels. We rode in the Bronco to set and he got me settled in his trailer as he went to work.

While we were there, Rudy Facetimeed Lex about 20 times to show her his stunts just “to get her opinion”, meaning he wanted to impress her. The girls immediately started asking questions to get to know me better. It was weird without Chase there because he was filming but it was cool to see everyone in action. At one point, they let me go watch him film a scene and I love watching him in his element. The crew gave me a lot of crap since I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time I was there and couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. At one point, they had a break between scenes and he came to give me a hug and kiss on the cheek and the crew all ahhed to embarrass us. “So, have you two made it official yet?” Cole asked. I laughed. “What is that supposed to mean?” “I mean.. Has he officially asked you out?!” Cole rolled his eyes at me as he sat next to me. “Well.. no. But that’s okay. Long distance doesn’t work well. Especially with his career. I’m just glad he wants to spend time with me at all,” I shrug. “So you’re saying if I took him out for drinks and he was with someone else you wouldn’t be upset?” I shrug, “I would because I really like him, but again, we aren’t exclusive and I live 1,200 miles away. It’s impossible.” Cole nods. “Well we’ll see what Chase decides…” Before I can ask what he means, I see Chase stalking toward us.He wraps his arms around my neck from behind and puts his chin on my head, shooting daggers with his eyes at Cole. “What’s up, pretty girl?” I shrug. “Just talking to Cole about how cool you are to work with!” Cole sends you a look of thanks as he gets up to walk away. “What were you really talking about?” he asked. “It’s nothing important, I promise. You go and film. I’ll be right here enjoying watching you do your thing.”

When he was done filming for the night, we went back to his house to shower and change before we went to the beach and took Milo with us. We had gone to the strip of beach that I had first walked with him, and it was beautiful with the sun setting. Milo took off running toward the water, splashing around and enjoying himself while Chase and I walked further down the shoreline. When we came closer to the end of the shoreline, closer to the rocks, there was a table for two set up with candles, and soft music playing in the background. “Baby, what is this?” I asked him. “Dinner”, he replied. He pulled out my chair for me as I sat down, pushing me into the table. Chase sat down across from me as people walked down from one of the nearby houses to bring food to us. “Babe this seems really extravagant.. I would’ve been fine with Zaxby’s or something, you know that right?” He nods, “I know”, he grabs both of my hands across the table, “but that wasn’t the right setting to ask you this… Chantell Lynne, will you be my girlfriend?”

Tag List: @pankowforlife @wannabestarkeysgirl @my-baexht-ls @bethoconnor @samxslaughter @tishanas-darlings @jjmaybank63 @outerbankspov @slutforsmutsstuff @hoebx @maybanks-luver

#outer banks #obx #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #obx fic #chase stokes #john b routledge #chasetell #chasetell4life

[newtonsheffield]

Okay, I need you guys to tell Me if this is purely an Australian thing because my cousin just looked at me like I had two heads:

Drive through Bottle-o?

#molly irl #I really can’t tell #I was just on FaceTime like “yeah don’t worry I’m just at the drive through bottle-o #and I swear she looked at me like I was an alien??? #do y’all not have these???

[softukiyos]

the enemies to lovers project | lee minho

𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵; 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 -- 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 ���𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: ~18𝘬+

𝙬��𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺!!! 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦! 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘩𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 >.< 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥!

prologue.

“You know I despise you, right?”

“Oh, despise. Such a big word, baby,” Minho drawled with an obnoxious smirk, the one that simultaneously made you want to rip his hair out and kiss those perfectly delectable lips of his, “If it's any consolation, I abhor your presence as well.”

“Wonderful,” you crossed your legs, a smile creeping onto your face as you leaned backward in your chair, “So why exactly are you here?”

Minho laughed, “The same reason I presume that you’re here for. A hundred dollars to put up with you is a tempting offer.”

You couldn't help but laugh, and you glanced over at the camera pointed at you and Minho, with your mutual friend, Han Jisung, directing the operation. Right, both you and Minho would receive a hundred dollars if you participated in his little social experiment about love. Of course, he'd wanted the two of you to do it for free, but neither of you would budge unless there was at least a little bit of monetary incentive. You loved Jisung, you really did, but you weren't going to willingly spend time with Minho unless there was something else to gain. 

“Alright, let's get started before the two of you claw at each other's throats like a pair of angry cats,” Jisung clapped his hands together as he stepped out from behind the camera, “I assume the two of you have a basic idea of the experiment?”

“Of course not, Sungie. It's not like you ran through your proposal to me through FaceTime twenty thousand times before presenting it to your professors,” Minho replied with a pleasant smile. 

“And it's not like I read through your written proposal double that amount before you had the courage to hand it in,” you supplied with a similarly saccharine expression. 

Jisung sighed, rubbing his eyes with his fingers, “Why are the two of you genuinely the nicest people I’ve ever met but somehow turn into demons when you’re together?” He muttered, mostly to himself. 

“It’s not too late to get rid of us and find some other test subjects, Sungie,” you called out with a smile, “We know we’re hard to handle.”

“No way. The two of you are perfect for this project, and I’m not going to let either of you slip out of my fingers after I worked so hard to get you two here,” Jisung refused your offer. Clearing his throat, he decided to begin, not wanting to give either of you more time to get hostile.

“Alright, so you’re both familiar with the basics. The experiment will take about one month, and the data will be recorded in these notebooks,” he said, the camera behind him recording his verbal instructions as he walked forward and handed both you and Minho a small, leather bound notebook, “These will serve as your diaries for the duration of the test.” 

Minho perused through the empty lined pages with a snort, “What are we supposed to do, write our undying confessions on these pages?”

“You’re going to write your honest feelings about each other. And by honest, I mean really do mean honest. Neither of you are ever going to read what the other person writes about you, so you don’t have to worry about your reputation or whatever,” Jisung explained, “I’ll be extrapolating information from your entries and your entries only.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, glancing at Minho as he closed the book and and leaned back in his seat, “So that’s it, right? We date for a month and write down whether we still hate each other after every encounter?”

Jisung threw a weary glare at him, “Theoretically, yes. The purpose of this experiment is to see if the actions of love will foster any actual feelings of love to appear even if there weren’t any in the first place. The two of you will go on dates, leave each other cute notes, anything that you would do with your significant other. And after each of these, you will write down a diary entry about how you feel about that person. At the end of the month, I’ll collect the two notebooks to write my thesis. Any questions?”

You glanced at Minho, who raised a questioning eyebrow at you as if waiting for you to speak first. After a long moment of palpable silence, your lips curved into a smile, “A bold move of you to find the two people least likely to develop feelings for each other, Sungie.”

Jisung dropped his psychology major professionalism for a moment and smirked, “You know I never half-ass anything. So no questions?”

Minho raised his hand obnoxiously, speaking before Jisung even bothered to call on him, “What happens if one of us falls for the other? Do we win something?”

“No, you competitive little shit. No one is winning or losing anything. This experiment is just to document the progression of romantic feelings or lack thereof,” Jisung glared at his best friend, “You’re not trying to prevent yourself from changing your feelings about the person one way or the other, got it?”

But Minho was no longer paying attention to him, his annoyingly beautiful smile now aimed at you across the table, “You’re going to fall in love with me so quickly, Sungie’s little experiment will be over in a week.”

Your competitive edged roared to life at the provocation, and you smirked, flipping the pen around your fingers, “Your diary is going to be filled with love letters to me once I’m through with you.”

“Oh dear,” Jisung groaned to himself as he walked over to shut off the camera, a weary expression visible on his face.

This was going to be a very long month. 

i.

You never once thought there would come a day that you would walk out of your apartment to see Minho waiting for you, nonchalantly leaning against his blood red accented motorcycle and his famous leather jacket.

“What is this?” You asked suspiciously, as if poking at his intentions with a ten foot pole. 

Minho rolled his eyes, “I'm taking you to class? Why else would I have dragged myself out of bed at ass o’clock in the morning?”

“You're taking me to class on this?” You gestured toward the motorcycle with a hint of disdain, but Minho saw right through you, his lips curling in a smug smile.

“There's no need to be scared, baby,” he sauntered towards you and patted your head, “I'll always protect you.”

Scowling, you swatted his hand away, “Don't do that. It's so weird,” you huffed, fixing your hair. 

“You know that's the point of this whole damn thing, right?” Minho said with a hint of annoyance as he felt churlishly irritated by your constant resistance. Did you really hate him that much?

“No, the point is to do these actions in a genuine and heartfelt manner. Everything you say is fake,” you said plainly, looking him straight in the eye.

Minho couldn't help but scoff, “How is it supposed to be genuine when I don't feel anything for you?”

“You start off with basic friendship. That's not as hard, right?” You said as you reached into your large bag and pulled out a container of milk bread, “Here. This is my Day 1 gift for you.”

Minho’s face went slack as he took the container gingerly, treating it like a live explosive, “You made this?”

“Yeah, made two loaves last night,” you answered, surprised by the sudden softness in his tone. Okay, this was awkward, and you couldn't help but cringe as you extended your hand, “If you don't like it, I can take it back—”

“Hell no,” Minho yanked his arms away from yours and pulled the plastic container to his chest defensively, “You gave it to me, so it's mine!”

You blinked in surprise, your hand falling to your side, “I see,” you said before shifting on your heels and nodding, “Okay, I'll see you later, whenever that is,” you took the chance for a quick escape, turning and beginning to walk to class. 

“Wait.”

A gasp left your lips as Minho grabbed your wrist, making you turn back around to face him, “I have a helmet for you, okay? And I'll drive slower,” he muttered, his eyes trained on the floor and darting around anxiously, “I won't get you hurt, I promise." 

You studied him carefully, his tone of voice, his posture, anything that would give away some hidden agenda, but there was none. Looking down at his hand still wrapped around your wrist, you relented, "Alright, I'll go with you." 

Minho nodded, leading you over to his motorcycle and grabbing the extra helmet from behind. Before you could take it from him, he moved it out of your grasp, "Have you ever even used a motorcycle helmet before? If you put it on wrong, it's not going to do you any good," he said snappishly as he adjusted a few of the straps and fitted it onto your head. 

Unconsciously, you held your breath as he leaned towards you, slipping a finger between the strap and your chin before snapping it shut, "It's not too tight, yeah?" he asked as he pulled away, and you could only shake your head mutely, "Good." 

Swinging a leg over, he climbed onto his motorcycle, easily putting his own helmet on before turning to look at you as he pushed up the visor, "Here. Climb on behind me." 

You eyed the motorcycle with a hint of disdain as you approached it, “And what am I supposed to hold onto so I don’t fall to my untimely death?” You asked dryly.

Unfortunately, that was the wrong question to ask, and the gleam apparent in Minho’s eyes told you that, despite his surprising show of kindness, Lee Minho was still Lee Minho, and Lee Minho was a fucking asshole.

“Why, you hold onto me, of course,” he said pleasantly, “Unless, you’d rather fall off the bike and shatter your bones. The other option is to walk, but seeing that it’s almost 8:30 already, you’d probably end up being late.”

Clenching your jaw so hard you were sure it was going to be sore for days, you stalked over to the motorcycle and swung your leg over it, climbing on haphazardly. You’ve seen the movies; you knew how you were supposed to ride a motorcycle from behind, and your arms tentatively wrapped around Minho’s midriff, avoiding as much bodily contact as possible.

Minho snorted, “You know, if you hold on like that, you’re gonna fall off anyways.”

“Mind your own business--fuck!” A squeak left your lips as Minho suddenly revved the engine and the motorcycle lurched forward. Out of pure instinct, your arms tightened around him, and you buried your face in his back. The time could not have been more perfect, and you felt a rush of anger as you realized that he was just messing with you, “Don’t fucking do that!”

The asshole just laughed, “Aw, come on, I wouldn’t have done it for real. But you seriously need to hold on, okay?”

You huffed, scowling underneath the helmet as you kept your arms locked around his waist, begrudgingly learning your lesson, “Just drive.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Minho revved the engine again and started the journey, albeit with a much smoother start as the two of you began to speed down the street and towards the literature building. 

When you arrived at your destination with Minho pulling up right to the front of the building, you were practically squeezing him like a life-sized plushie, your eyes squeezed shut and your face smushed into his leather jacket.

“You can let go now, darling,” he chuckled as he used his foot to push out the kickstand. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment, you detached from him like two magnets of the same pole, getting off the motorcycle. 

“I am--” you gasped for breath as you yanked off your helmet, “never doing that again.”

Minho laughed as he took the helmet from you and put it in the container at the back of his bike, “Hey, you’re here with five minutes to spare! If anything, you should be thanking me, sweetheart.”

Your glare was frightening as you finally relented with a huff, “I’m grateful for the ride here, but next time, no motorcycle, please.”

“Next time? Who said anything about a next time?” The boy positively giggled as you realized your mistake. Minho never said anything about a next time! What were you thinking? Now, he probably thought you wanted him to take you to school every morning, which was absolutely not the case!

“Oh, whatever!” You snapped, utterly fed up as you threw up your hands in total exasperation and marched up the staircase without so much as a goodbye. 

Minho’s smug laughter echoed in your ears as you stepped into the building, “Love you too, sweetheart!” 

~

(name): day 1 

action(s): drive to school 

notes: utterly infuriating. an arrogant, smug, flirtatious little shit that thinks he’s the king of the world. he brought his motorcycle out of the blue to pick me up when he knows i flipped out the last time i rode one with jisung (yes, sungie, i am still mad). 

i did get to class early though, because of him, and that’s rare for me. silver linings, i guess.

~

lee minho: day 1 

action(s): drive to school

notes: a stuck up little princess as always, whining and complaining about every little thing that doesn’t go her way. shouldn’t she be happy enough that i came to take her to her class? nope, she just kicked up a fuss about it being a motorcycle. did she think i was going to remember when she had a meltdown riding it last time? (it was funny, sungie, don’t mind her.) i barely got so much of a thank you when i got her to the lit building, early, no less.

the milk bread was good, though. maybe i’ll try to convince her to make me another loaf.

ii. 

First dates were always weird. First dates were even weirder when you were about to go out with your fake-social-experiment boyfriend that you didn’t even like.

What were you supposed to even wear? Were you supposed to dress to impress (not that Minho would ever be impressed with anything you do)? Or were you supposed to dress like you just rolled out of bed? In the end, you opted for something in between the two extremes, hoping that you weren’t going to face the embarrassment of being over or underdressed.

Luckily, Minho didn’t change his daily look too much for the date, opting for a pair of ripped black jeans, a loose t-shirt, and--of course--the leather jacket he never left home without. At this point, you were honestly convinced that Minho was having some sort of romantic relationship with that jacket.

But what was out of the ordinary was the small bouquet of vibrant carnations that he held in one hand as he browsed his phone with the other. They looked wildly out of place in comparison to the rest of his get up, and the contrast was so amusing to you that you couldn’t help but smile as you walked over to him.

“Are those flowers for me?” You asked sweetly, clicking your heels. Minho glanced up from his phone, his eyes darting up and down, and you knew he was assessing your outfit the way you had assessed his. 

“No, these are for my other social experiment girlfriend,” he said with a dry smile, handing them to you, “I heard from Jisung that you hate flowers, so of course I had to get you a bouquet for our special day.”

“Carnations are actually my favorite type of flower, so thank you very much,” you replied, sniffing at the bouquet before glancing around, “Where’s your motorcycle again? In maintenance?”

Minho’s face twitched for a split second before he nodded, “Yeah, I scratched it up real bad. We can just take the bus again.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, but you said nothing more about the topic as the two of you walked to the nearest bus stations. After the first day, you had never seen Minho’s motorcycle again despite the fact that he walks you to your class almost every other day (he skips the days when he has work). What was even more suspicious was that he always had an excuse for not bringing it: he crashed it and it needs maintenance, he forgot to fill the gas tank, Jisung was borrowing it, etc. 

They weren’t bad excuses, but it’s been almost a week, and you were beginning to suspect that there was more to the missing motorcycle than he was telling you.

“Who recommended this place?” Minho asked as you took the seat at the station and he leaned against the wall.

“Jisung did, actually,” you laughed a little, pulling out your phone and clicking into the link of the restaurant Jisung had sent you, showing it to Minho.

The boy scrunched his nose with distaste as he glanced at the restaurant images, “Did you really think it was wise to leave our first date in the hands of the man who’s never actually had one successful date before?” 

“He said it was a control variable or whatever,” you said, placing your phone back in your purse, “Besides, I checked the reviews, and most of them only had good things to say. Why? Is this not your ideal first date?”

Minho scoffed, lips curling into a smirk, “I don’t really do first dates, sweetheart.”

“Oh? So what do you do?” You asked with a hint of annoyance clear in your tone, “One night stands?”

The boy shrugged, “Mostly. Why put the effort to try and create something concrete when it’ll fall apart soon enough anyway?”

You couldn’t help but scrunch your nose at his words, once again being hit with the realization that you and Minho were as different as people came, “That’s a rather morbid way of looking at things.”

“It’s realistic and it’s safe. That’s all I really need at this moment,” Minho said shortly as his eyes darted down the street, and he pushed himself off the wall, “The bus is here. Let’s go.”

Without stopping to wait for you, he walked to the edge of the sidewalk as the bus pulled up to greet him. There was nothing you could do but silently follow him, wondering what Minho had gone through to adopt such a cynical mindset about love. 

“What about you?” Minho asked rather suddenly when the two of you had arrived at the restaurant, settled into your table, and were already waiting for your food to arrive. There had been such a long interval of time between the previous conversation and the current one that you didn’t even process the intention of his question for a long moment.

“I’m sorry?”

Minho bit his lip, and he looked like he was regretting the fact that he couldn’t contain his curiosity, “What are your experiences with first dates?” He asked, resting his elbows on the table, “You have had a few, right?”

With a questioning eyebrow, you swirled the small amount of red wine in your glass, “I’m not quite sure whether your question is a genuine one or just another insult.”

“Why can’t it be both?” Minho asked innocently. 

Rolling your eyes, you sipped at your wine before answering, "I've had a few first dates, fewer seconds, and no thirds." 

Minho considered your words, "What went wrong? Clashing personalities? Scheduling conflicts?" 

You scowled, placing down your glass as you grit your teeth, "You're a nosy little shit, aren't you?" 

“Hey,” Minho raised his arms in mock surrender, “if I'm about to be your social experiment boyfriend for a month, I should know what I'm getting into, for my sake and yours.”

Leveling a withered glare at him, you couldn't help but begrudgingly admit that Minho had a point. If the two of you couldn't be honest with each other, this experiment wouldn't work. Like the mastermind had said early on, honesty was a key part of the project. Damn you, Han Jisung. 

“Eventually, every man gets annoyed by the fact that they'll always be second in importance,” you finally spoke as you swirl the wine again, “They say they understand, but in the end, they'll never settle for a woman who puts their passions over their relationships. They want attentiveness, constant coddling, constant affection. They want to be nagged, they want me to be the one that messages first, and I'm just not the type.”

For the first time, Minho’s gaze upon you was devoid of arrogance and that giant defensive wall he’d always had up. His expression had turned almost thoughtful in a way, as if he was really looking at you, really trying to see you for who you were, and you couldn’t help but cringe slightly under his stare, smiling bitterly, “Did I scare you off, too?”

Minho seemed to jolt out of whatever daze he was in, a laugh leaving his lips, “Nah, princess, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he chuckled, putting down his wine glass as he spoke again, “It’s not your fault that they felt inferior dating someone that was more driven than them. It’s their loss, honestly.”

“Really?” You failed to hide your surprise, not expecting to find support in someone that was so different from you.

“A relationship isn’t supposed to hinder you from doing the things you love. You’re supposed to do them in tandem and support each other during the process,” Minho said, and as you searched for the punchline, for the part of the conversation where Minho would bark out a scathing laugh and point at your disappointed face, you realized there was none. You suddenly had a strange revelation that you may have misjudged the man sitting across from you. 

“If you have such a wise impression about love, why do you never try it out?” You asked softly, studying his expression like always, but you stopped searching for something malicious about him, since the search had been fruitless so far. Now, you were simply curious, slowly trying to learn more about him.

Minho shrugged with a wry smile, “Just because the solution exists in theory doesn't mean it truly exists.” 

"You don't think you'll ever find someone like that?" You asked. 

"Well, if they're out there somewhere, they haven't shown up in my life yet, so..." Minho trailed off, his expression rather nonchalant at first glance, but you were slowly getting better at reading him. He felt wronged, probably by someone in the past that didn't support his endeavors. 

You let the conversation drop as your food finally arrived, and the seriousness of the evening seemed to dissipate as the food took precedence. When the bill was finally paid (the two of you split it after a long discussion), you walked out with your arm looped around Minho's, and despite yourself, you didn't hate it all that much. 

“So, we're gonna beat the shit out of Jisung for forcing us to go to such an expensive restaurant, right?” Minho hummed as the two of you walked back to your apartment. You tried not to focus on the fact that Minho hadn't pulled his arm away, keeping you snug against his side. 

“I like the way you think,” you laughed, your heels clicking against the ground, “Tell you what, how about the next date, you pick somewhere you normally go to in your free time, and I’ll do the same for the date after. That way, we don’t have to spend an atrocious amount of money unless we want to.”

Minho stopped short, and for a minute, you wondered if you’d overstepped his boundaries. Then, he turned to look at you, a surprised, almost soft, smile on his face.

“You want to see me that much?”

It would’ve been so easy to dismiss his words as sarcastic teasing, like the rest of your conversations have been for the past year that you’ve known each other. But his tone, his expression, it felt almost genuine, like he was pleasantly surprised that you were willingly offering up your own time to spend it with him.

And at that notion, your cheeks felt unnaturally hot as you averted your eyes, “Well, the experiment is supposed to last a month,” you mumbled, finding a very interesting divot in the ground, “What type of social experiment girlfriend would I be if we only went on one date?”

Unbeknownst to you, Minho’s smile dimmed ever so slightly at the mention of the experiment, but he still felt that weird, fluttery feeling nonetheless. He knew you were probably just too shy to admit anything truthful to his question, and he didn’t fault you for it. It wasn’t like he was being very honest either.

“Well, I rather enjoy our little escapades, so I suppose I can spare a little effort to plan the next date,” Minho said with faux weariness, making you elbow his side playfully. 

“I swear, if you drag me to another horror house like you did when we went out with Jisung--”

Minho let out a laugh at the memory, “Didn’t you punch the zombie that jumped out near the end?”

“Not a word.”

“And I think you screamed at one of the ghosts, too?”

You frowned, reaching up and messing up his perfectly styled hair, “Not a word!”

Minho didn’t take any of your threats to heart, teasing you relentlessly about that incident all the way back to your apartment, but to be totally honest, you didn’t mind it all that much.

~

(name): day 6

action(s): first date (control)

notes: the date wasn’t bad except for the ridiculous pricing. we actually had rather interesting conversations about our interests, outlooks on life, and had a rather heated argument about whether prisoner of azkaban or the order of the phoenix was the best harry potter book. 

minho’s nice. i know you’re probably laughing at me as you read this, future jisung. but he’s nice. the flowers he got were really pretty. he’s a good listener, too, and he doesn’t give false comforts. he tells it to me as it is, whether it’s good or bad. i like that about him. he also looked really good for the date, but that’s rather surface level, right? whatever. i hope this is even minutely useful to your project, jisung, bcs it doesn’t feel like it’ll be much help.

~

lee minho: day 6 

action(s): first date 

notes: han jisung. the meal was $150 and we both ordered the cheapest things on the menu. fucc you. 

the date was alright, though. (name) actually got dressed up for the date, so i felt a little bad. she’s putting more effort into this project than i thought she would, and i don’t know whether its because she genuinely wants to know me better, or if its bcs it’s your project, jisung. (i know she used to like you, it was obvious). whatever. she’s easy to talk to when we’re not at each other’s throats like usual. she makes me feel understood, which is a good feeling i guess. 

this absolutely does not mean anything special. it just means that she’s not as stuck up as i thought she was. the bar is still incredibly low.

i wonder where i should take her for our next date. the horror house is tempting, but she’s probably going to get sued if she shows her face there ever again. oh well, i’ll figure it out.

iii. 

“Why are we heading towards the direction of the horror house?”

“I promise you, sweetheart, it’s not the horror house,” Minho said for the umpteenth time as the two of you walked down the busy downtown streets together.

You remained suspicious, and as a chill blew towards you, the winter wind seeping into your bones and making your teeth chatter, you brought your hands to your mouth, blowing on them in an attempt to get them warm.

Minho let out a dramatic sigh at the sound of your silence, “Do you have any faith in me at all?” He asked, taking one of your hands and lacing your fingers together before shoving it in his coat pocket without faltering for a moment.

He seemed unfazed, oblivious even as the two of you stopped at a crosswalk, but you...your poor heart did a feeble stutter that certainly wasn’t the product of any social experiment. You knew the feeling well enough from your past experiences, and the fact that it emerged right at this moment made you worry.

“What?” Minho’s voice invaded your thoughts as he followed your line of sight to his coat pocket, where your hand was snugly fitted inside his. 

You tried your best to salvage what was left of your pride, “Aren’t my hands cold?” You asked weakly, “You don’t have to hold them.”

“Yes, your hands are like fucking ice, that’s why I’m trying to warm one of them up, dummy,” Minho rolled his eyes at your lame question before turning to check on the light to make sure it was still on red, “We’re almost there. The place is cozy, I promise.”

Nodding, you slowly felt your composure return to you, “As long as we get out of this cold, I'd consider it a successful date.”

“Oh dear, you've just ruined my plans for a picnic up in the mountains,” Minho said with a deadpan expression just as the light turned green.

“You're ridiculous,” you said, rolling your eyes, but there wasn't any bite behind your words anymore, and Minho’s jabs at you had slowly lost that hard edge to them. Could it be possible that the two of you were really warming up to each other?

It was true that the two of you were getting along better, and in tandem, you began to be more present in each other’s lives. Minho still walked you to school on the days that he didn't have work. In return, it's become a normal routine for you to make two loaves of milk bread every other day since Minho always devoured his portion ridiculous quickly. 

Not in a romantic way, absolutely not. Both of you would cringe at the very idea. But as tolerant friends, maybe. 

“Ah! Here we are,” Minho said pleasantly as he guided you off the busy street into a smaller, quieter alleyway filled with various cafes and antique shops.

“A cafe date?” You smiled, “I didn't know that was your style.”

Minho stopped short at a particular cafe, taking his hand and yours out of his pocket as he reached forward to open the door, “Well, it's not just any cafe.”

You quickly realized exactly what he meant as you walked in, your eyes lighting up with pure elation and joy as you squealed, “It’s a cat cafe!” 

Unbeknownst to you, Minho’s eyes lit up from behind you as he shut the door, keeping the winter cold out of the cozy establishment, “You like cats?” He never knew that about you.

“Like cats? I love them!” You practically gushed as you shrugged off your large coat and Minho signaled for a party of two, greeting a few of the waiters with a suspicious familiarity. 

“Do you come here often?” You asked curiously as the two of you found a nice little corner to sit down in, complete with beanbags, blankets, and little wooden surfaces that were meant to serve as tables.

Minho almost didn't need to answer your question, since the moment he sat down, four cats passed over towards him, the sound of gentle meows filling your ears. You didn't think you'd be able to hear anything more sweet, until you were proven wrong when Minho let out a soft giggle, his expression unbelievably fond as he stretched out his hand, petting their heads and scratching their ears.

When had you ever heard Minho giggle? No, not that psychotic little witch giggle he did when he was feeling diabolical. This childish, almost innocent giggle that burst from his lips. 

“I come here at least twice a week,” he said as one of the kittens clambered into his lap, “I have three cats back at home with my family, and when I miss them, I come here.”

You nodded, surprised that he was divulging information about him without being prompted, but you didn’t mind it one bit, “That’s nice. I’m sure they miss you, too,” you said, smiling as one of the more curious cats went over to you, sniffing at your hand before pressing their head against your palm.

“I’m sure they do. I was basically their servant,” Minho laughed before turning to you, “Do you have pets?”

“Oh, I wish,” your voice was forlorn and wistful as you began to rub the cat’s belly, feeling a rush of pride as they laid on their side. It was rare for any cat to do such a thing, and you treasured the moment dearly, “I had a kitten when I was very, very young, but they died only a few months after we got them. I haven’t been able to muster the courage to adopt another pet since.”

Minho pouted at the way your voice trailed off, your expression faraway, and he suddenly felt an urge to gift you a kitten right then and there just to make you smile. He was long used to seeing you angry, he was getting used to seeing you when you were at peace and smiling, but he’d never actually seen you look so wistfully sad before. 

“Well, you’re always welcome to use my membership card here if you need a break from school,” he offered rather awkwardly, keeping his eyes on the cats so he wouldn’t have to feel the brunt of your expression, which was probably weirded out. 

“You’d let me?” You sounded hopeful, giggling to yourself as a cat jumped into your lap, curling up and burrowing against your stomach.

Minho smiled, turning his head to see the way you were coddling the little kitten, stroking her fur with utmost delicacy and with nothing but pure adoration in your eyes. He was suddenly hit with the realization that you were incredibly beautiful, and his brain almost immediately imploded.

Wait, what? Lee Minho?! Who the fuck are you turning into?!

Unaware of his current struggle, you glanced at him when you didn’t receive an answer, and he scrambled to clear his throat, “O-of course,” he said, “You’d get a 15% discount on drinks. Super handy.” 

If you noticed his strange behavior, you didn't comment or make a face, only gazing down at the kitten in your lap as you asked teasingly,, “Does this girlfriend benefit only last the month?”

It was a joke, not at all different from the ones both of you made on a daily basis, making jabs at your rather intriguing situation, this one seemed to really hit Minho. What was going to happen when the month ends? Will the two of you go back to hating each other and fighting every moment of the day? Will all these little acts of love, the way you would occasionally drop off a bento box at his dance studio and the way he’d pick you up after your late night classes so he could make sure you were safe, would that all disappear like a dream?

“Hello? Earth to Minho?”

Minho blinked out of his daydream, tilting his head towards you to see you already looking at him with a concerned smile, “Are you alright? You seemed pretty faraway.”

“Nah, I’m good. I just remembered that I have a coding assignment due tonight,” he lied, a light tinge of rouge on his cheeks. 

“What?!” you yelped, scaring the cat in your lap as they meowed in discontent, jumping off you, “We should get going then--”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Minho grabbed your arm as you stood up, and with your balance tilted, you fell back onto the beanbag couch, although this time, you were much closer to Minho than you originally were. To stabilize yourself, your hand jutted out to press against his chest, and his breath hitched in his throat.

What sort of black magic was Han Jisung doing to him with this experiment?

“Sorry!” You squeaked out, your embarrassment clearly visible as you tried to push away from him, but Minho kept you close until the two of you were almost cuddling on the beanbag couch. 

Minho only hummed, feigning nonchalance even as his heart was doing strange backflips in his chest, “It’s fine. You’re still cold, right? I saw you shivering a bit. You can just sit here,” he said, shrugging off his coat and placing it over your legs.

“I guess...thank you,” you said rather quietly, not trusting your voice to hide the emotions that were raging in your heart: the confusion, the giddiness, the childlike excitement, and the fear, “But what about your assignment--”

“Don’t worry,” he patted your head lightly, “It’s just a simple one. Won’t take more than an hour. I’ll just do it when I get home.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” Minho emphasized the last word with a teasing smile, his heart slowly coming to terms with these new, tingling emotions that he was feeling, “I never knew I’d ever experience you babying me.”

Your cheeks grew warm as you smacked his arm, “Shut up!” You complained, bringing his coat up to your face and shielding yourself, “I’m just trying to make sure you don’t flunk out of school!”

“Don’t lie, you’ve fallen in love with me, haven’t you?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief only to receive another angry smack on the arm.

“You wish. I don’t fall in love with jerks like you.” 

“If it makes you feel better, I am honored by the attention,” he said with a teasing smile as he nudged your shoulder. 

Another kitten came to your position, rubbing against your thigh as you petted their little head, “You better be,” you muttered almost to yourself, “After all the bentos I’ve made for you this last week.”

Minho let out a yawn, stretching out his arms and very cautiously wrapping one around your shoulders. To his luck or misfortune, you were too enamored by the kitten to notice, and you curled into his side without much consideration. The poor boy wasn’t sure whether he wanted you to notice and confront him about it, or whether he should be allowed to feel a sense of fondness knowing that you were dropping the defensive walls around your heart with him.

He won’t tell you, but he was truly honored to be cared by you, to experience your worry, your encouragement, and your little acts of love. It came so naturally to you that you probably didn’t even hold any of those actions to any significance, but to him, the one who was always the lone wolf, the one who was always defined by his looks before his personality, it was nice to be truly seen by someone. 

Even if it wasn’t going to last. 

iv.

Lee Minho was late, and you were going to kick his ass if you didn't happen to be frozen by the time he arrived. 

You stood outside of the computer science building awkwardly, trying not to focus on the weird glances from the students walking in and out, all of whom were obviously wondering what a literature freak was doing at the center hub of the sciences. It was absolutely mortifying, and you briefly wondered if Minho ever got such stares while he waited for you outside of your building. If he did, well, you felt slightly more grateful than you did previously.

“Hey! (name), right?” 

You looked up with panic in your eyes as you quickly tracked the sound of the voice to one familiar stranger, a particular boy on campus that you never actually ever thought you'd have the opportunity to speak to.

“That's me, and I assume you're Hyunjin,” you said, getting straight past formalities. After all, you weren't really in the mood for chitter-chatter. You were just in the mood for a nice hot chocolate to warm your body. 

But unfortunately for you, Hyunjin’s disarming smile was a clear indicator that there were no escape routes plausible, “Wow, no wonder Minho snatched you up quick.”

If you had a tail, it would've bristled at this very moment, “Excuse me?” You asked, keeping your tone decidedly cordial.

Hyunjin’s smile only widened, “What is he like as a boyfriend? Does he treat you well? Or are you just another piece of disposable garbage for him like every other girl he’s fucked?” 

The final question shouldn't have fazed you, but it did. Why did the idea of such a thing send your heart into cardiac arrest? Why did it scare you so much, when you knew none of this was real? Wasn't it all just manufactured by the conditions of the experiment?

Your face must've given away more than you thought, because Hyunjin’s cheshire-like grin only widened as he took your vulnerability as a chance, “You don't have to be with him, you know. Don't you think we'd get along a little better—”

“Really fucking low of you to be trying to hit on your friend’s girl,” a hand suddenly snaked around your waist from behind, making you gasp as you felt your back pulled against someone's firm chest.

“Especially my girl,” Minho’s eyes showed not a hint of amusement or politeness as he rested his chin on your shoulder almost protectively, as if daring Hyunjin to try again.

Hyunjin regarded the two of you with cautious intrigue, his eyes darting from Minho’s hand on your waist to his face now nuzzled in the crook of your neck, and he lifted his hands up in mock surrender.

“Just wanted to make sure you know how lucky you are,” he smiled at Minho pleasantly, leaning forwards as his eyes sparkled when they met yours. Now, you may dislike Hyunjin, but you couldn't deny his beauty, and at such a distance, you couldn't help but feel a bit flustered as he purred, “And how easily that luck can be taken away from you.”

Minho bared his lips in a threatening snarl from behind you, making Hyunjin scoff as he turned away from the two of you without another word. A moment of tense silence screamed in the air before you cleared your throat awkwardly. This was definitely not a good way to start off a date.

“Well, that was weird,” you laughed, detangling yourself from Minho’s hold so you could face him, “I never thought I’d see the day where Hwang Hyunjin would flirt with me while he’s sober.”

“He’s such a fucking asshole,” Minho suddenly spit out with a surprising amount of vitriol in his tone, enough to fluster you for a moment, “Going after someone who’s obviously dating, he just doesn’t have any shame anymore! Plus, I was literally walking behind you. He definitely saw me before he made a move.”

Finding his behavior utterly bizarre, you stared at him for a long moment before you could even speak, “Are you...pretending to be jealous?”

“What?” Minho blinked, as if suddenly realizing that you were still there witnessing the extent of his ranting. And then, your question hit him like a ton of bricks, “What the fuck? I’m not pretending to be jealous, I--”

He stopped himself before he could do any more verbal damage to his own reputation, but inside, his head in shambles.

I’m not pretending to be jealous, I am jealous. 

What was happening to him?

From the look on your face, Minho could tell you were a mixture of confused and suspicious, but you didn’t press him for more details or to finish his sentence. That was one thing he really appreciated about you. If he didn’t elaborate on his words, you trusted that he didn't say more because it simply didn't need to be said. 

"Well, we should probably get going," you said, slipping your arm around his, "I was freezing my ass out here waiting for you." 

"Then, perish." 

"You're the worst social experiment boyfriend I've ever had!" You complained, your pout clear from the sound of your voice as Minho let you lead him to whatever date surprise you had in mind. 

“I’m the only social experiment boyfriend you’ve ever had,” he pointed out reasonably, resting his head on yours while you waited for the traffic light to change. 

You let out a huff, trying to push him off you, but it was rather fruitless to make Minho do anything, really, “You’re still the worst,” you said, trying to tickle your way out of the situation.

Minho only chuckled. Two could play at this game, he thought smugly as your attacks failed and he wrapped his arms around you from the side, pulling you snug against him so he could nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, tickling your skin with his hair and making you shriek.

“Lee Minho, I swear to God!” Despite the slurry of curse words that left your mouth, you were laughing and made no genuine attempts to pull away from him. You’ve noticed over the last few weeks that Minho was never one for blatant physical affection, but he was being abnormally clinging today. 

“Admit it, kitten,” he teased, peeking up at your expression as he smiled, “I’m the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

The world around you seemed to freeze as the weight of that question fully sunk in. Was Minho the best boyfriend you’ve ever had? You thought back to every awkward first date, every time the guy looked strangely disappointed when you said you wanted to head home by yourself, every time one of them awkwardly mentioned that they wanted you to cheer them on at the expense of your own passions. You thought through all of those memories before you realized oh my god Minho was the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.

“Hmm? Oh, come on, I was kidding,” Minho seemed oblivious to your plight as he took your silence as a rejection, beginning to let go. 

“You are.”

The words slipped out of your lips before you even realized what you had said. Minho’s eyes widened rather comically as he tried to make sure he was making the right mental connections in his head.

“I am?” He repeated slowly.

“You are...the best boyfriend I’ve ever had,” you muttered the last half, your face burning as if you’d eaten a whole bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos. 

Minho blinked, his entire system short-circuiting.

“Oh.” 

“Yeah,” you said, awkwardly shuffling on the heels of your feet before you found your escape, “Oh, green light! Let's get moving!” Your voice was bright and overly cheery as if you didn't just drop a bombshell of a revelation on both Minho and yourself. 

Minho practically stumbled over his own feet to catch up to you, “H-hey!” He grabbed your hand before you could pass the halfway point of the large intersection, where the light was manually turned red by one of the buses.

You glanced down at your intertwined hands and back up at his face before answering softly, “Thanks.”

He nodded in response, trying not to put too much attention to the way your fingers curled around his, trying not to put too much attention to the way your hand fit in his, and asked, “So, where are we going?”

“Well, you brought me to the place you like to go to destress, so I figured I would do the same,” you answered, reaching into your back pocket and pulling out a key that looked suspiciously like Jisung’s access card to the music building.

“Tell me you didn't steal Jisung's access card.”

“It's not stealing if I'm returning it before he knows what happened,” you shrugged.

“Um, yes it is.”

You glanced up at him with a playful smile, “You gonna rat me out, darling?”

That name of endearment shouldn't have affected him so much, but it did, and he physically had to restrain himself from holding your hand tighter as he scoffed, “I'm no snitch, especially not when it comes to my beautiful social experiment girlfriend.” 

You let out a laugh, “You’re definitely the king of heart fluttering pet names.”

The rest of the walk to the music building was filled with idle chatter as the two of you slowly got back into the rhythm of your usual banter. At some moments, it was even easy to forget about the way you’d hug his arm to your chest as if shielding yourself from the cold. It was even easy to forget about the way his hand would gently squeeze yours if he felt you shiver too violently beside him, a silent check up on you. It was far too easy to call all of these little actions as normal, as if he was actually your boyfriend. 

“Are you sure we're not going to get caught?” Minho asked as the two of you walked to the side door of the music building. Although, he didn't sound very concerned about potentially getting in trouble, only slightly curious. 

You slid Jisung’s card into the reader and the door unlocked with a click, “I've done this for years. Even if people do check the rooms, there's lot of places to hide.”

The boy only chuckled, holding the door open so the two of you could walk in and escape from the biting winter cold. After wiping off your shoes using the doormat, you gingerly took his hand again and lead him up the stairs to the end of the hall where you pulled him into a dark room.

“Kitten, if you wanted to find a private little place for us to have some fun, we didn’t need to go all the way to the music room,” Minho said, amused, “I know plenty of lockable closets around the campus—”

“That’s so gross,” you said as you turned on the light, revealing that the two of you were in one of the group music rooms, with a piano sitting at the center of the room and a couple of instruments stored on the sides. 

Minho placed a hand on his heart, “Mean,” he huffed accusingly at you. He was mostly kidding, of course, but a part of him felt a genuine despair at the fact that you didn't seem to be remotely flustered or enticed by the idea of being with him in that way, with such intimacy. 

“Don't worry, Min. There will be plenty of fish out there desperate to jump into your arms soon enough,” you flashed him a wry smile as you grabbed one of the guitar cases and brought it to the carpet near the piano.

“Min?” He repeated, the nickname making him feel slightly better even as your words dampened his spirits. Did you really think he would be that eager to go back to his normal “no-strings-attached” routine after this month? 

For the first time, you looked a little flustered as you sat down on the soft carpet, opening the guitar case with a few clicks of the locks, “Sorry. Do you hate it?” You asked sheepishly, “I just figured that you give me so many petnames, I should try to give you one, too. But if Min isn't good—”

“It is!” The boy interrupted a little too eagerly. Catching your surprised expression, he immediately controlled himself, clearing his throat awkwardly as he sat down across from you, “Yeah, Min is fine. Min is good. It's just...new.”

“No one's ever called you Min before?” You asked with a curious expression while you pulled out the guitar with what Minho noticed was practiced ease.  

He shrugged, “I don't think anyone’s ever given me a nickname before.”

I don't think anyone’s ever reached that level of closeness with me, was the unspoken follow-up to his statement. After all, what type of one-night stand would ever result in names of endearment or genuine emotional attachment?

“Hmm...maybe I should take it up a notch and call you Minmin,” you said absently, testing the tension of the strings and being totally unaware of the spiral you just send Minho down on.

Minmin? Minmin? The poor man was turning into a pile of mush before you and you didn’t even know what you did. Minho was sure that if you ever called him Minmin, he’d throw away everything to do as you asked. 

“If you want,” he said, shuffling awkwardly as he sat across. 

You glanced up at him, giggling as you finished tuning up the instrument, “So this is my de-stress room,” you said, “I like occasionally coming here to write songs or just play the instruments here.”

“You play instruments other than guitar?” Minho asked, sounding rather impressed.

“I used to play piano as a kid, actually,” you explained with a smile as you checked the A string, “Jisung taught me how to play guitar in our first year here.”

Minho bit his lip, struggling to keep control over his expressions, “Right.”

Never before in his life did Minho ever think that he’d be sitting across from you and feeling jealous about Han Jisung’s relationship with you. It wasn’t secret knowledge; he knew you used to like his friend, and you used to like him very much. It wasn’t like Minho minded; you were the one of the decent ones and you genuinely liked Jisung for who he was. Something must’ve happened in the middle of the second year, because you gradually seemed to pull away from Jisung at least in a romantic manner. Minho never thought much of it. But now, he was beginning to fully realize how close you and Jisung actually were, and how much that was beginning to bother him.

Did you still like Jisung? That was the question that always haunted his mind. Were you doing all of this for the boy in your past when Minho was here falling harder every single day? 

“Hey, Min?” 

Your voice broke into his thoughts as his ears perked up, “Yeah?” He answered with an uncharacteristically gentle voice. There was something about the way you spoke that felt hesitant and uncertain, rather unlike you, and he wanted to make sure that you felt comfortable being here with him.

“D-do—“ you swallowed nervously, “do you want to hear one of my songs?”

Minho’s eyes widened. As a friend of Jisung and the other two famous producers on campus, he was no stranger to hearing music that they produced. But because of that, he knew how much these songs meant to the people who wrote them. How personal they can be, and how terrifying it could be to share them with others. And the fact that you were willing to bare that part of your soul to him was a gesture of trust that he’d never expected.

“Do you want me to listen?” He asked with caution, “You really don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“I do!” You blurted out before your cheeks grew warm, “You shared a big part of yourself with me when you took me to that cat cafe, so I wanted to do the same.”

Minho felt a little speechless, so all he could do was nod and give you an encouraging smile. Taking his gesture as acceptance, you cleared your throat softly and began to strumming out a simple chord progression. 

The poor man was immediately entranced. There wasn’t any hope for him anymore. The moment you opened your mouth to sing, Minho fell into silent awe as he let your soft, soothing voice flow through his body. There was something so present about your voice, about the lyrics you sang. Everything just felt so raw that all he could really do was watch and listen with a gentle smile on his face.

When you finished, you opened your eyes and hesitantly turned to face him, “Well?” You prodded, a hint of nervousness slipping out of your lips. 

It took Minho a few moments to put his thoughts together, and even then, they weren’t totally coherent. Nothing like the smooth-tongued, cheeky persona he always embodied, “That was--wow,” he stumbled over his words.

To his luck, you didn’t seem bothered by his failure to string his words together, but only smiled encouragingly, “A good wow, I hope?” You asked. 

“Definitely a good wow. The best wow,” he nodded fervently as you laughed, waiting for him to continue, “Did you ever take classes like Jisung and Chan?”

“Oh, no. I definitely don’t have the extra money for that,” you said, resting your arms on your guitar, “But I’ve always loved to sing, and I’ve always loved hearing other people sing, too. My first childhood crush was this really cute busker who sang Hey There Delilah once near my city’s shopping street.” 

Minho’s lips quirked up in a smirk. This was much more comfortable territory for him, especially when it means teasing you, which is honestly all he ever did, “A childhood crush, huh?” He drawled, stretching out his legs, “So you have a thing for people with good voices?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded, “If anyone has a good singing voice, I’m at least 40% more inclined to fall in love with them.”

“Wow,” he let out a laugh, “That is an incredibly significant statistic. I’m almost worried about how shallow you are.”

You let out a noise of indignation as Minho only laughed harder, fending away your useless attacks, “I am not shallow!” You snapped, your cheeks feeling warm, “Having a good singing voice is just an added bonus!”

“Sure, sure,” he teased, even going so far as to pinch your cheek playfully, “Is that why you fell in love with Jisungie?”

“I’m not in love with Jisung--”

“Yeah, yeah, I know you aren’t now,” Minho waved his hand dismissively, even though deep in his heart, he didn’t actually know and that was why he approached the topic in the first place, “But you were in love with him back then, right?”

The withering glare you gave him was weak at best, and you sighed, hugging your guitar to your chest as if it was your own personal shield, “Yes, I was. But that was years ago and we agreed to be just friends. It was awkward in the beginning, but I’m content with the relationship we have now.” 

“You are?” Minho asked, trying to sound casual as he picked a piece of lint off his pants.

You nodded surely enough for him to see that you were being genuine, “I am. Jisung is just a friend, nothing more.”

Why Minho seemed so interested in the topic that he’d ask not one, but two follow-up questions about Jisung, you didn’t know. If you didn’t know better, you’d think it was jealousy or a way of making sure that you were emotionally available, but you did know better, and you knew that Lee Minho wasn’t that type of person.

Trying to bridge what was becoming an awkward silence, you cleared your throat and asked, “Do you have a favorite karaoke song? We could do a jam session here if you’re comfortable with singing.”

“You want me to sing after hearing how good you sound?” Minho scoffed in disbelief.

You visibly pouted, and Minho’s defenses immediately weakened, “Aww, I promise I won’t judge! And besides, Jisung said that you sounded good the last time you two went to the karaoke bar. It’s just the two of us, Min,” you smiled encouragingly, “We’re just here to have fun!”

Fuck everything. Fuck you and your gentle words, your soft smiles, your teasing eyes. Everything about you just made Minho want to lower all his walls and embrace all that you want to do. Letting out a sigh, he relented, “Fine. Do you know Congratulations by Day6?”

“Uh, I think the question is who doesn’t know Congratulations by Day6.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Minho scowled as you laughed, shifting the capo slightly higher on the neck of the guitar to the right tuning. Giving you time to get ready, Minho pulled up the lyrics on his phone to make sure he didn’t mess up unnecessarily in front of you. It shouldn’t matter, of course, but there was a weird fluttering in his stomach that made him almost believe that he was nervous. 

When the two of you were finished fiddling around, you glanced up at him, smiling, “Ready? I’ll give a four count,” Minho nodded, and after you rapped your knuckles against the body of the guitar four times, he opened his mouth and began to sing. 

His voice and your playing blended together almost magically, and it felt like the rest of the world disappeared as he continued to sing, disregarding his phone since he seemed to know the lyrics by heart. All you had to do was follow along with your gentle strumming, listening and keeping up to the natural inflections of his voice. The room felt cozier, the sterile fluorescent lights felt warmer, and you were getting lost in the ethereal picture of Minho when--

“Why are the lights on in the hallway?” 

The two of you immediately stopped as you glanced at each other, eyes comically wide. It seemed like, much to your luck, the security guard happened to choose that very day to make his rounds, despite skipping every other day during the week. 

“Put the guitar away! I’ll turn off the lights!” Minho hissed at you as he bolted to the wall of the room and you went to place the guitar back in its case as quickly and carefully as possible. Luckily, the music room didn't have any windows on the door, and the guard couldn’t see what was happening inside unless he actually entered the room. 

The two of you just managed to put the guitar back in its original state and turn off the lights just as his footsteps neared the door. In a split second, Minho grabbed your arms and yanked you into one of the bass storage compartments, closing the closet door right before the guard opened the door to the music room, looking around curiously. 

Neither of you could even breathe in the crammed space of the closet as you tentatively waited for the guard to check the room. The storage compartment left almost no wiggle room, and Minho’s arm stayed wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest so the two of you could fit.

Oh god, this was too much for you. The thumping of his heart against yours, the tickling of his hair against your ear as he had to dip down to avoid thumping his head against the top, the grip he had on your waist as his thumb rubbed your side, an instinctive attempt to calm your nerves. 

The silence screamed in the room, and the two of you held your breaths before the footsteps exited the room, and the door clicked closed. Even still, both of you stayed totally quiet for a few moments longer before Minho let out a soft chuckle.

“This is definitely a closet I haven't explored.”

You swatted at his arm, “Now is not the time to make dirty jokes!” You scolded, but Minho accepted your angry hands, happily holding you snug against his chest as he laughed. 

“If not now, then when?”

“How about never?” You rolled your eyes as you lifted your head to glare up at him, but your intentions seemed to die out the moment you realized just how close the two of you were. Minho’s face was not inches, but centimeters away from yours, your noses almost brushing and your foreheads so close that you could practically count his eyelashes. 

Minho gulped, staring down at you in panic and awe as he struggled to maintain his composure. There was so much he could do, so much he’s done before; this position shouldn’t be all that shocking for him. As he’d said before, he has had his fair share of sloppy closet makeouts and even a little more than that. Cramming into a storage closet with his arms around you shouldn’t be enough to send his mind and heart into overdrive.

But they were, because he’s never met anyone that set his heart alight like you did. His eyes trailed obviously to your lips, the way that yours eyes did to his, but he couldn’t find it in himself to make the first move. There was something holding him back, an irrational fear that prevented him from moving too quickly, a fear that he might scare you away.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked softly, your hands finding their home on his chest as neither of you made moves to pull away.

“About how this date took a rather strange turn,” he answered instead, his eyes glittering with amusement.

To his surprise, you look flustered and a bit ashamed at his words, “Ah, I am sorry,” you apologized, “I didn’t think it was going to turn out like this. They never check the rooms, and I just wanted to show you a place where I--”

A gasp fell out of your lips as Minho pulled you forward until your body collided with his chest. He engulfed you in a tight hug, his face buried in your hair as he mumbled with what you could discern was a hint of trepidation and shyness, “Don’t be sorry. Thank you for showing me this side of you.”

Your hands stilled behind him, your eyes widening as you felt him hold you tighter. You could feel the beat of his heart, the trembling in his breath, and the remainder of the walls around your heart all but collapsed as you snaked your arms around his midriff, snuggling your face into his shoulder and marveling at how perfectly you fit against him.

“Thank you for giving me the chance,” you murmured, your voice muffled by his familiar leather jacket as you smiled, “You know…”

“Hmm?” Minho answered absently, holding you close.

“I like this better than fighting.”

Minho couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer simplicity of your statement, and he couldn’t help but feel inclined to agree with you.

“Yeah, me too.”

v.

“Fuck!” 

Minho let out a trail of belligerent curses as he ran to the nearest bus station, holding his leather jacket over both of your heads to shield the two of you from the sudden and pouring rain. As the two of you were walking in the middle of the flower garden right before the weather took a sharp turn for the worse, both of you were soaked to the bone by the time you found shelter.

As you clutched at your chest, gasping for breath, you huffed grumpily at the boy beside you, who looked way too dashing for someone who was doused like a wet dog, “Weren't you supposed to check the weather?”

“Well, if we went to the arcade like I'd suggested instead of the park, we wouldn't be in this predicament, would we?” Minho retorted, running a hand through his damp locks. 

“It’s a Friday night. The arcade would’ve been packed to the brim and you still would’ve been all pissy.”

“It’s better than being soaked to the bone and freezing our asses off at some random bus station.”

The two of you maintained your angry tense glares for only a moment longer before you caved, rolling your eyes as a smile crept on your face, “It seems like nothing has changed, even on our last date.”

“We're destined enemies. The universe has decreed it long ago, sweetheart,” Minho chuckled. 

The most humorous thing about both of those statements were how utterly false they were, and how aware both of you were about that fact. Anything and everything that existed between the two of you had changed during the course of the month, and both of you knew it. Minho had changed from a necessary annoyance to an irreplaceable pillar in your life, a source of honesty and comfort that you've grown to relish. Even though the two of you still bickered like cats and dogs, there was something good-natured about it now.

“Well, our garden date is fucked and we can't exactly go to the arcade like this, so what do you suppose we do?” You asked with a grimace as you wrung the excess water out of your hair, “This is the last day before our project ends.” 

Minho sighed, shaking the droplets of water off his jacket as he bit his lip, turning his gaze to your side profile. You were happily oblivious to his stare, continuing to twist the water out of your hair as you stared out at the rainy street, humming softly to yourself. He could tell immediately that you were cold and doing your best to keep yourself from shivering. 

It was definitely a pet peeve of his that he’d grown more and more annoyed over as he spent the month by your side. You never liked to wear jackets or bring them along, despite the fact that you were literally cold-blooded and tended to match the temperature of whatever weather was going on around you. It got so bad at times that Minho had already developed a habit of bringing you an extra jacket or scarf so you at least didn’t catch a fucking cold while you were spending on dates with him. 

Unfortunately, the forecast had predicted clear skies and warm weather for the whole day, and Minho didn’t think about bringing that extra jacket around this time, so all you could do was perish in your cold, soaked clothes. 

“You could come over and hang out at my place.”

The words tumbled out of Minho's mouth before he could really consider the consequences, and all he could do after that was look as nonchalant as possible. 

As expected, you gawked at him as if he'd grown a second head, “You want me to hang out at your apartment?”

“Don't make me repeat myself,” he grumbled, feeling the tips of his ears grow hot, “We could dry up there and maybe watch some Netflix or something." 

You let out a scandalized gasp, dramatically covering your chest with your arms, and Minho's face burned as he gave you a hard shove, "Not like that, oh my god!" He sputtered in total embarrassment, fully beginning to process the implications of his words. 

As the poor man dissolved in his own misery, you cackled, relishing his suffering as you ran a hand through your wet locks, "I'm kidding, genius!" You said with a laugh, "Gosh, who knew you were actually such a prude on the inside." 

If you took Minho seriously at all, his glare would have sent you six feet under. Unfortunately for him, one month of fake dating taught you that the man was a lot more bark than bite. You were basically Minho-immune at this point.

“You know what?” He closed his eyes, grabbing at whatever supernatural patience he had not to just shut you up with his lips smashing against yours, “Offers’ off. Walk home yourself.”

“Aw, alright I’m sorry!” You laughed, ruffling his messed up hair as you walked out of the bus stop and into the pouring rain, “Come on, please? I promise I won’t make fun of you anymore.”

You promising not to make fun of him sounded about as genuine as Jisung saying that he’d stop procrastinating on his homework, but what was Minho going to do? Make you walk home by yourself in this type of weather? It wasn’t that he was giving you any special treatment; this was just what any good samaritan would do.

With a roll of his eyes, he stomped over to you and flung his leather jacket over your head, “Let’s go,” he muttered. Smiling playfully, you followed him home, using his jacket to shield you from the rain as you stared at his back with a hint of bittersweetness.

The jacket still smelled like him, you thought absently as you walked in his shadow. As much as you’d tried to deny it to yourself, Minho smelled good. He smelled like Febreeze and citrus. You were going to miss the warmth of his jacket very soon, when he’d no longer be obligated to take care of you or make sure that you won’t catch a cold.

“Did you die back there, sweetheart?” Minho called behind him, “You’ve gone all quiet.”

“If I died, how exactly was I supposed to answer you?” 

“Oh, my bad. I was really only asking out of courtesy,” he smirked, throwing his head back as his eyes sparkled with a mischief you’ve grown out of hating. Seeing the few feet of distance between the two of you, he extended his hand, chuckling, “Seriously, what are you doing all the way back there? Come on.”

You felt yourself grow quiet, taking a few large strides forward before you let go of the jacket and slipped your hand into his. Minho’s fingers laced with yours as he continued on his way, leading you down a couple streets before you made it to the familiar apartment complex.

Now, you’ve been to Minho’s place a couple times, so you didn’t feel too overwhelmed as the two of you rushed into the lobby area sopping wet and trying your best to dry off your shoes on the mat. However, it was always just a quick stop, like standing in the lobby area while he went up to grab something, or meeting with him downstairs before going on a date. You’d never actually been into his apartment before, and as the two of you stood in the elevator in a deafening silence, you couldn’t stop your heart from racing a little faster than normal.

“Alright, now I’m worried,” he said as the numbers on the elevator screen went up slowly, “You’re being abnormally quiet. What’s up?”

You blinked in momentary surprise, not expecting him to pry, since he wasn’t ever the type, “Oh. I’m just wondering what your place looks like,” you said, smiling.

Minho didn’t buy it for one second, but he only gave you a strange glance as the elevator doors opened, “I see. Well, it’s nothing special. It’s just like any other dumpy frumpy apartment.”

“I didn’t mean like whether it looks expensive or not,” you said with a soft laugh as the two of you walked down the hallway towards the door to the left, “I’m just wondering whether it would be clean or messy, if you like to keep it warm or cold. Those sorts of things.”

“Oh,” Minho rubbed the back of his neck, and for the first time, he felt a little nervous about twisting his key and opening the door. What if you had higher expectations about it than he could actually meet? Wait, did he pick up those boxers off the floor before he left that morning? He did, right?

“What are you waiting for?” You asked in amusement, watching as Minho seemed to have gone very still after he pushed his key into the keyhole. When he didn’t budge, you moved forward to turn it yourself, only for him to angle his body in front of the door.

“Uh, maybe this isn’t the best idea,” he said with a pleasant, saccharine smile.

You blinked, “Minho, we’re literally at your door,” you said just as a loud boom of thunder sounded in the distance, “And it’s thundering. Your room can’t be that horrid, right?”

“It might be a bit messy,” he argued.

“We’ve both spent game nights in Jisung’s hell hole. I think I can handle however messy your apartment is.”

That was a fair point. Minho couldn’t really find an argument against that attack. Lowering his head, he sighed, “Let me head in to tidy some things first.”

With a raised eyebrow, you crossed your arms, “No problem, but I seriously don’t care, if that’s what your worried about.”

Minho could only nod suddenly before he turned the key, unlocked the door and slipped in faster than a ghost before slamming the door shut. Just like he’d predicted, his boxers were lying nonchalantly on his bedroom floor, and he shoved them in his hamper before cleaning--more like hiding--the rest of his junk in record time.

You were beginning to think that Minho had just locked you out of his apartment when the door opened once more, and he walked out with a towel in hand, “Did you hide whatever dirty toy you needed to hide?” You asked with a smirk.

“Get your head out of the gutter,” he retorted, throwing the towel at you and leading you inside.

The apartment wasn’t far from your expectations. Clean, but not meticulously so, a little bit on the chilly side, and a sense of homeliness with the warm lights and lamps that he chose from the living area. You found yourself growing fonder and fonder of it by the minute.

“It’s cute,” you smiled, wrapping the towel around your neck. 

Minho tried to ignore the way his cheeks warmed at the simple, but genuine compliment that fell out of your lips, “Thanks. I laid out a change of clothes for you in the bathroom. You can also take a shower if you feel like you need to warm up.” 

“What a gentleman,” you said teasingly as you placed your handbag down on the floor as you headed to where Minho had gestured to the bathroom, “Do you have people over often?” It was an easy question, not even close to brushing the real question that sat in the back of your mind. 

Is what we have special? Do I mean something different to you the way you mean something different to me?

“Actually, besides Jisung, you’re probably the first,” Minho answered, grabbing a towel to dry off his own hair as he walked towards you, “I don’t really like strangers or acquaintances in my space.”

“Oh, I should be honored, then,” you said, trying to contain your surprise as turned to face him, studying the way his damp hair framed his face and the way his eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that you could never read.  You could never tell what that gaze wanted, what that gaze meant, but you knew what it did to you and your foolish little heart.

Minho’s head tilted ever so slightly as the silence hung in the air. Then, he smiled, brushing the tip of his finger under your chin, “Well, being my social experiment girlfriend has to have its perks.”

The trance shattered, and whatever moment of tension and unexplainable attraction you felt disappeared into the air as you marched towards the bathroom, “I’m glad I got to make use of it before my membership expires tomorrow,” you said, your voice tinged with sarcasm as you shut the door.

A laugh left Minho’s lips as he shook his head, walking into his bedroom and quickly getting into a change of clothes before flopping onto his couch. This experiment has proved to be one of the most difficult experiences in his life. All this time, he always knew what he wanted, and he always knew how to get it. If he wanted someone, he got them. If he wanted to pursue something, he found himself being able to achieve it with just a bit of hard work on his part. 

But with you, he didn’t know what he wanted, nor did he know how to obtain it. When he met you as Jisung’s other best friend, he never once imagined that the two of you would form such a strange yet irreplaceable relationship in such a short amount of time. He liked you, he liked you a lot. But as he found himself falling further and further, he realized that the reason this was so difficult was because he cared about you. His way of living with no strings attached wasn’t going to cut it anymore, especially since he was beginning to notice that many of his strings were tightly wrapped around your fingers. 

And despite this, the two of you were going to have to cut them all off when the morning came.

“Fuck you, Jisung. You probably knew this was going to happen, you little shit,” Minho sighed, lying down on the couch and closing his eyes. Whatever, he didn’t want to think about the goodbye. He’d deal with it when it came.

“Uh, Minmin?” 

“Hmm?” Minho answered you absently, his eyes still closed.

“You can shower if you’d like,” you offered, the couch dipping under your weight as you sat beside him.

“Nah, I’ll just shower tomorrow morning,” Minho said, opening his eyes and physically having to fight back a blush as he saw you, his hoodie practically engulfing you whole and his sweats going past your feet. Oh fuck, did he even think things through when he picked out a spare set of clothes for you? 

You caught his stunned gaze, your cheeks immediately reddening, “L-look, they’re just a little big on me!” You said defensively as you grabbed one of the pillows and shoved it in his face, “Can’t you stop staring?”

Minho laughed, fending off your relentless pillow attacks with his arms, “Sweetheart, I swear! You actually look really cute!” 

“Shut up!” You shrieked, swinging your arms relentlessly as Minho finally had enough letting you win. Lashing out with his hands, he grabbed both of your wrists, stopping their movement and forcing you to drop the pillow as he yanked you forward. With all your momentum going in one direction, your body had no choice but to follow, and when you opened your eyes, you were sprawled on top of him on the couch, his hands still locking your wrists in place.

“Um,” you looked around, further procession the rather awkward position the two of you had taken, “did you mean for this to happen?”

Minho didn’t, but he was nothing if not an opportunist, “You can think whatever you wanna think,” he shrugged, letting go of your wrists as he wrapped a casual arm around your waist, “What? Not comfortable?”

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that the position was actually quite comfortable. Minho was always built like a personal heater and whatever chill you felt from running around in the rain just seemed to melt away as he held you. 

Stop it, the little voice in your mind whispered as you tried not to focus on the fact that your face was inches from his. This date was for you to say your goodbyes, not fall farther into the black hole.

“Comfortable? Hardly,” you scoffed as best you could, pushing yourself up with your hands and curling up on the couch beside his stretched out figure, “You’re all muscle from dancing so much. It’s like sleeping on a rock.”

“Ah, these abs are hard as rock,” Minho nodded very seriously.

“I wasn’t talking about your abs.”

“Then what else can be hard?” He blinked for a moment before his smile turned unbelievably devilish, “My, my, (name)...I didn’t know you were so--”

You grabbed the pillow you’d previously discarded and shoved it into his chest, “Can we watch something?” You interrupted him pleasantly, pretending not to have even heard the beginning of his less than appropriate joke.

Minho huffed, throwing the stupid pillow to the floor as he scooted next to you, “Sure, want popcorn?” He asked, handing you the remote after turning on his TV, “Just find something on Netflix.”

“Anything you don’t like to watch?” You asked, browsing through the selections.

“Nothing horror related,” he answered as he pushed himself off the couch, heading to the kitchen.

His reply felt strange to you, and you frowned, turning around to look at him, “But don’t you love horror movies?” You asked, remembering very clearly that Minho and Jisung had first met because they both went to the same viewing of a new horror movie that you refused to go to. 

“Yeah, but you don’t, right?” Minho pointed out before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly and disappearing into the kitchen area as you were left reeling at his almost blasé answer, struck by how much he’d grown to learn about you and how much he'd grown to take your feelings into account. 

Now that you thought about it, you realized how much Minho's personality had changed and affected the way you did things, not in a controlling way, but in a way that you found yourself thinking about him when making decisions. When you made your weekly batch of bread, you tended to lean towards milk bread because it was Minho’s favorite. When you went out for dinner together, you thought about what he enjoyed before picking a cuisine. When you browsed for cute accessories, your taste gravitated to cats because they reminded you of him.

Holy fuck, how deep in were you?

“You didn't pick anything yet,” Minho noticed as he poked his head out from the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish. 

“O-oh right,” you fumbled with the remote in your hands as you scrolled through the selections. 

Minho hummed, his eyes narrowing in suspicion, “Hmm…? What were you thinking about, kitten?”

“Nothing, stop being nosy,” you answered with an annoyed edge as you found something that piqued your interest, “Hey, wanna watch Bridgerton? I heard some good things about it from my friends.” 

"I heard it's a bit of a shitshow," Minho commented as the microwave beeped and the smell of buttered popcorn filled the room. Grabbing the bowl and taking a few pieces for himself, he returned to the living room, jumping over the couch and plopping down beside you. 

You tried to ignore how casual it felt for him to just throw an arm around your shoulders to pull you close, focusing on the TV, “Wanna check it out to see which review is accurate?” 

“Sure, whatever you want, kitten.” 

As the two of you powered through episode after episode, it became clear that both reviews had some merit, as the series was a bit of a shitshow, but one that you wouldn't be able to stop watching. Minho and you found yourselves rather invested in the story and the characters, letting out a huge “finally” when the two leads confessed their genuine love for one another. 

“Another episode?” You asked after a short bathroom break, falling into his arms even more so than before and practically snuggling into his warm chest now. 

“Go for it, sweetheart. I have all night.”

“So do I,” you chuckled, and pressed the play button. 

However, things started to take a weird turn after you reached the middle mark of the series. Bouts of contained love had been released, and there were beginning to be many scenes that weren't quite appropriate for general audiences. You quickly realized that this was probably not the show you should've picked to watch through straight-faced with your lovely social experiment boyfriend. 

You held your tongue for most of them, just wanting and wishing for them to be over as soon as possible, but when positions started to turn towards an even more peculiar direction, you couldn't help but make one rather underhanded comment. 

“Ugh, forget the literal fanfic fake dating trope they had going on. This is probably the most unrealistic part of the whole show,” you said with mild disgust as you watched the female lead gripping on the rails of the staircase. 

“Oh?” Minho perked up at your comment almost too eagerly. Like you, he had also been suffering from the tragic case of watching a dirty scene with his totally-fake-but-also-somehow-real girlfriend, and felt a crash of relief when you spoke up about something, “And why is that, kitten?”

A noise of disbelief choked out of your throat as you gestured at the scene before your eyes, “I mean, look at them! Can you possibly expect me to believe that she feels comfortable in that position, much less enjoy it?”

Minho shrugged, “You’d be surprised how much you can ignore when you’re in the moment.”

“I don’t believe it,” you scoffed, grabbing a handful of popcorn, “At least, I’ve never had such an experience before.”

The conversation was dropped then and there, and the show continued without further criticism. But halfway through the next episode, you began to feel that you were being watched, and sure enough, Minho was gazing at you with an unreadable expression, deep in thought.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, chuckling awkwardly, “Do I have something on my...Min?”

Your eyes widened comically as Minho suddenly shifted on the couch, leaning impossibly closer to you and gently cupping your jaw with his hand. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck fuck fuck. Had he lost his mind?! 

Minho seemed to answer your silent question as he stopped right before his lips could brush yours, and his eyes searched for any fear or hesitation in your expression, “Is it true?” He asked hoarsely, his words no louder than a faint whisper.

“What true?” You murmured back, looking up at him through your lashes.

The man gulped, trying to hold onto whatever semblance of control he had left in his body, “What you said earlier...about never having such an experience before.”

Oh, your cheeks reddened as bright as apples, “Why do you have to bring it up again, idiot?!” You felt your voice fail you as Minho tightened his hold on you.

“So it’s true?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, “Yes, it’s true! What does it have to do with you, asshole?”

Minho sucked in a breath, studying your face as his eyes shone with gentle adoration and tenderness that you didn’t even know he could possess, “Can I kiss you, (name)?”

Your name. It was your name. Not sweetheart. Not kitten. Not any other petname he could give anyone that he pleased. He uttered your name. He was asking for your permission. And like a sailor drawn in by the siren’s song, you had no hope of escaping now. 

“Yes.”

Closing the gap, your lips met as the two of you finally succumbed to the growing tension that festered with every meeting, every touch of your hands, every quip thrown both ways. Minho caressed your cheek as your hands slid to his shoulders, reveling in the kiss that was such a long time coming. 

When he finally pulled away to let both of you catch your breaths, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes blown wide as he stared at you underneath him. Swallowing, he brushed the hair away from your face, his heart warming with unrestrained affection as you leaned into his touch instead of pulling away, “Can I give you that experience you’ve been lacking?” He asked, a coil of anxiety rolling in his stomach as he studied your face for every miniscule reaction.

Any inkling that you didn’t want to, any inkling that you were only going to along to please him, he’d end it all. Minho knew very well that he was walking on a tightrope of maybe losing you forever. 

But to his surprise, you didn’t look fearful or uncomfortable, only a bit uncertain, “T-this is our last night though, a-as…” you trailed off, not wanting to make those thoughts a reality, just like Minho had been actively avoiding the topic as well.

“I know, I know,” he sighed, stroking your cheek absently with his thumb, “Maybe...we can think of this as a goodbye.”

You smiled, “It’s one hell of a goodbye,” you teased, making him chuckle. It was definitely one hell of a goodbye.

“Do you want it?” Minho whispered, hovering over you, “You say the word, and I’ll back off. Promise.”

Sucking in a breath, you decided not to live by your head anymore. With Lee Minho holding you close, kissing you silly, what was there to refuse?

“I want it,” you murmured, “I want you.”

This was the right choice, you told yourself as Minho carried you to his bedroom, treating you with a delicacy and gentleness that you’ve never experienced before. It was the culmination of your feelings for him. Maybe, when the morning comes, these feelings would wash away with your bouts of pleasure. Maybe, when the morning comes, you wouldn’t be as deeply in love with him as you were now.

Right?

epilogue.

When you woke in the morning, the rays of sunlight spilling in through Minho’s dark curtains, you were almost stunned by how very wrong you were. As you turned your head, finding yourself face to face with Minho, fast asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you knew that you were not only still in love with Minho, but you were more in love with him than you were the night before. 

And boy, did that terrify you to your very core.

Fuck! This wasn’t supposed to happen. The experiment was over, right? There wasn’t a purpose that pulled you two together anymore. There wasn’t a purpose for Minho to feel any sort of attraction to you anymore. 

Too terrified to face the love of your life when he woke, you did the only thing you knew how to do.

And you ran. 

Detangling yourself from Minho as gently as possible, you slipped out of his bed, grabbing your clothes from where they’d been haphazardly discarded around the room. You changed in record time, anxious to avoid making sound or staying around until Minho woke. It was only 8:30 in the morning, though, and you knew that Minho naturally didn’t like to wake before 9:00, so you had a bit of time.

You wanted to leave as soon as you finished changing, but your guilty conscience wouldn’t let you disappear without some form of gratitude. For the night before or for the way he’d treated you the whole month, you didn’t know. But either way, you grabbed a couple of ingredients that he had in his refrigerator and fixed him a hearty breakfast before heading to the door. You only looked back once before officially steeling yourself to disappear from Lee Minho’s life, at least until you’d be able to resolve these naive and yet deep-seated feelings you had for him.

For the rest of the week, life went on as normal for you, as if your one unforgettable month with Minho had all but faded into the wind as you had hoped that night. You finished your final entry in the diary and handed it back to Jisung the day after the experiment ended. If he had questions as to why you’d disregarded the original plan to hand yours over along with Minho’s at the same time, he didn’t bring them up. 

“Did you at least have fun, (name)?” Jisung asked before you could turn around to leave. 

You hesitated, quickly realizing that the fact that you couldn’t answer the question immediately gave away your uncertainty. After a long moment of thought, you nodded.

“Yeah, I did.”

You really did, though. There was no point lying to yourself about that when you were already having such a hard time pretending that your very real feelings for Minho don’t exist. 

Speaking of Minho, you spent much of the week trying to cut him out of your life as much as possible, which was proven to be rather difficult since the two of you had such a close friend in common. You could tell that Jisung was getting a little sick of seesawing between his two best friends without knowing why the two of you were acting this way. Even back when the two of you were basically the worst of enemies, neither of you ever actively tried to avoid seeing the other.

But now, you were avoiding Minho like the plague. You avoided his school building entirely, and if you happened to see him walking down the street by some unlucky miracle, you’d bolt in a random direction and hide in a store until you were sure he was gone. 

It was a lot of effort, and you weren’t even sure if it was working, since your feelings for him seemed to grow even stronger the more you were away from him.

There was just worry that festered within your heart, this genuine concern you had over his wellbeing now that you weren’t able to check on him every day. Was he eating well? Was he skipping breakfast now that you stopped giving him your milk bread? Did he pass that exam he was worried about?

It seemed your feelings for Minho were going to need a little more than distance to disappear. 

After two weeks of moping and frustratingly obvious heart sickness on both sides, Han Jisung finally had enough with his idiotic best friends. 

You opened your door in surprise as Jisung stood at the entrance of your apartment, an unusually angry expression on his face, “U-uh, Sungie? You good?”

“Do I look good?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “How the fuck do you expect me to be good when I’ve been fucking tiptoeing between you and Minho for the past two weeks?!”

You flinched at the very mention of his name, “I’m sorry. I promise everything will go back to normal soon.”

“With the way you’re doing things, I don’t think that’s going to happen, (name),” Jisung rubbed his eyes tiredly, and you finally noticed the deep eyebags he had, indicating several all nighters, “I finished writing my thesis paper.”

“Oh, congrats.”

It was easier to muster up a smile at that statement, since you were genuinely proud of Jisung for such a daring project. 

“I also read both of your notebooks.”

Fuck. That was a necessary part of writing that paper. 

You nodded, trying to keep your cool, “Okay? Did they not have enough information?”

“Forget the stupid project for one fucking moment, please,” Jisung interrupted before sighing, “At first, I thought the awkwardness came from the fact that you still hate each other, but it turns out it’s just the opposite.”

“What are you talking about?”

Jisung threw you a long look, as if silently weighing several options in his head. You could practically see his thoughts running a mile a minute, and all you could do was stand there as he finally reached into his bag and pulled out a familiar notebook.

“This--” Your eyes widened as you gazed down at the name written in Sharpie, a name that decidedly wasn’t yours, “Jisung, you can’t--”

“Yes, I know that as the operator of this experiment, giving out information that I’d originally stated was confidential is absolutely against everything that science stands for,” he said wearily, “But as your friend and Minho’s friend, this is the right thing to do.”

“What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Read it, dummy. I could tell you what’s inside, but I don’t think you’d believe me unless you saw it yourself.”

Jisung grabbed your wrist and pressed the little notebook into the palm of your hand, “I think you’ll know what to do after,” he smiled gently, his eyes filled with earnest care as he gave you a quick hug and made his way down the hall, leaving you to stand at your door holding Minho’s grey project notebook. 

With nothing else to do, you entered your apartment again and plopped down on the couch, notebook in hand. Did you even want to see it, Minho’s unadulterated truth? A part of you wasn't, but curiosity always killed the cat, and you found yourself gingerly opening the first page. 

Nothing was far from what you expected at first, since it matched quite well to your own experiences. First blatant dislike, then grudging respect, and finally, a growing fondness. You found yourself smiling as you read about how much Minho actually adored the bentos you made, even though he never made his thoughts on it entirely clear to you. 

Then, you finally made it to the last page: Day 31. You found yourself stopping short, your heart beginning to race again as your eyes scanned the first few words. 

~

lee minho: day 31 + 2 days 

action(s): last date 

notes: yeah, i know this entry is late, but i just needed some time to collect myself. 

she left in the morning before i could wake up. i can’t say i was surprised, since i told her the night could be our goodbye, but i’d hoped in some part of me that she’d stay, that we’d just carry on with the rest of the month like the ending date didn’t exist. she made me breakfast, though, so at least i know she wasn’t disappointed or upset with me about how far things went. at least i hope.

fuck, jisung, i can’t stop thinking about her. it’s been two days already and nothing i do can make me forget her. the last night just made things infinitely worse. i played with fire and im getting burned for it. i can’t get the way she felt out of my head, the way she would also look into my eyes and see me for what i am inside, not just what i look like. i miss her milk bread, i miss seeing her outside the dance studio. 

jisung, i think i love her. no fuck it, i do love her, and there’s nothing i can do anymore. she clearly doesn’t want anything to do with me based on how she’d been avoiding me like the plague whenever i see her on the street. and now, i don't even know how much of what she felt, how much of what she did for me was real. did she put in so much effort because she wanted you to be happy? or was the way she hugged me, the way she spoke to me, was it all real?

it doesnt matter now. 

~

By the time you made it to the end of the page, your eyes were filled with tears and your vision blurred over. Minho...he loved you? Had you been so absorbed with wallowing in your own misery that you failed to realize that your actions were hurting him? 

Panic filled your very being, and as Jisung had predicted, you knew exactly what you had to do. You had to make amends, apologize for your actions, and at the very least, express your own feelings to him directly, even if it was too little too late. 

With the notebook clutched tightly in your hand, you grabbed your purse and rushed out the door, still putting on your boots as you hopped to the elevator. Which bus did you have to take to get to his apartment? First the #2 and then transfer over to #13...right.

You bolted out of the lobby, feeling the rush of cold air seep through your bones, but you hardly found it in yourself to care. You ran to the bus station, anxiously shuffling on either feet as you waited for the next #2 line bus to arrive. When the bus finally arrived, you were already standing at the edge of the sidewalk, too jittery to sit. The doors slid open, and before you could barge inside, your jaw went slack as a familiar figure stepped out of the bus, his own eyes widened as they caught yours. 

What was most interesting, however, was the familiar grey notebook that he clutched in his hand, one that was painfully identical to the one you were holding. 

The two of you stood in an awed silence as Minho got off the steps, and the bus drove away. Immediately, you felt a wave of concern as you looked him over from a distance. Did he lose weight? Was he getting enough sleep?

In the end, Minho was the one who spoke first, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Judging by the notebook in your hand, I’m assuming that Jisung fucked us both over?”

“Y-yeah, sort of,” you answered, surprised that your voice didn’t completely fail you in such an important moment. 

Minho seemed to wait for you to continue, but when you didn’t, he spoke again, “Um, I read it. Your diary entries.”

That wasn’t a surprise, of course, see that you read his, but you couldn’t stop the wave of flushed embarrassment from washing over you as you thought about all the embarrassing things  you wrote about him, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking sheepish, “Do you really think I sound like an angel when I sing?”

Oh, if you could hide yourself six feet under, you would have. But you could nod shamefully, “Yeah.”

“Do you really like it when I cuddle with you and pull you onto my lap?” 

Was this your punishment for not being honest upfront? “Y-yes! Now can you please shut up--”

“Do you really love me?” 

The wind was knocked out of your lungs as you finally looked up to stare at Minho, whose face was unreadable as always. He held up the notebook and repeated his question when you couldn’t find it in yourself to muster up an answer, “You said in your final entry that you were in love with me, that you loved every part of me inside and out, and that our final night together just made everything so much more real. Is it true?”

Your eyes filled with pain as you choked out softly, “What will you do…if it is?”

Minho’s expression didn’t seem to change, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes seemed to return to their usual sparkle just a little bit, “If it is true, then I’d call you an idiot for ghosting me.”

“R-right--”

“And then I’d walk over to where you’re standing. I’d wrap my arms around your waist like the way you love, and I’d kiss you silly. I’d tell you that I’m totally and completely in love with you, as you probably already know from my diary entires, and I’d ask you to be my real girlfriend,” Minho spoke, his voice filled with meaning as his grip on your notebook tightened, “Now tell me, is it true?”

You couldn’t even remember how to breathe as you stared at him, the cold winter wind making his cheeks so delightfully rosy that all you wanted to do was to kiss them gently and warm them up with your mittens. And as he gazed at you, the sincerity pouring out of his posture, his words, and his eyes, there was no way you could continue lying to yourself. 

“It is true,” you said, your eyes filling with unshed tears as you gripped at his notebook, “I’m in love with you, Lee Minho, and it’s tearing me apart just like it’s tearing you apart. I want to love you for real, I want to date you for real, I want us to be real.”

Minho took three large steps forward before he was right in front of you and his lips crashed against yours in a breathtaking kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist like he’d promised, and yours cupped his cheek as he kissed you with unrestrained fervor. 

Wow, he really did kiss you silly.

“No more rules, no more of this social experiment bullshit,” he murmured against your lips as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, “Do you want to be my real girlfriend, (name)?”

What was there to refuse? 

.

the enemies to lovers project: [success]

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x y/n #skz x reader #lee minho imagines #lee minho scenarios #lee know imagines #lee know scenarios #stray kids x reader #dream type: oneshot

[racinggirl]

Truth or dare - LN4 (part 3)

You can find part one and part two here :)

After that kiss, you both knew, you were in love, but you took it slow, not wanting to jump into it straight away. However, you made sure to keep in touch with him, even when he went to Monaco later that day. You texted, called, facetimed, almost every day, even if it was just a simple ‘good morning’ text.

It became flirty, sweet, heart emoji’s, kisses through the phone or confessions like ‘I miss your hugs’ or ‘I love your voice in the morning’. Cringy, cliché, maybe, but you both loved it. It became your daily routine, a good morning text, or a goodnight call, you never went a day without one.

‘’How are you feeling? Are you nervous?’’ You had your phone placed on your vanity, against the mirror, whilst you were applying some mascara to your lashes. ‘’Hmh..’’ He hummed, which made you frown and look back from your mirror to your phone. You laughed, watching as Lando was practically staring at his phone screen, a hand under his chin, supporting his head.

‘’Right, and your new tactic is driving in reverse on the track, right?’’ You said, going back to applying the mascara to the other eye. ‘’Yeah, yeah..’’

‘’Lando!’’ You laughed, carefully putting the wand of the mascara back in the tube, twisting it closed and laying it down in your drawer. ‘’Are you even listening to a word I’m saying? You’re just staring.’’ You copied his position, a hand under your chin, your elbow resting on your vanity.

‘’What? I mean, don’t be so incredibly pretty then, you’re distracting me.’’ He said, licking his lips as he adjusted his position in the seat. You rolled your eyes at his comment, smiling afterwards. ‘’Right, sorry, can’t help the fact you find me putting on my mascara attractive.’’ You laughed. ‘’I mean, if you find me attractive whilst my mouth is open wide and my eyes almost pop out of my head, then fine, I guess.’’ You joked and Lando joined your laughter.

‘’I know for sure that I’ll find you attractive with your mouth open.’’ He winked and in response, your eyes widened. ‘’Norris!’’ You hissed, looking around, your cheeks turning a bright shade of red. ‘’My parents are home.’’ You mumbled, making him laugh even more.

You talked more, actually having a real conversation instead of Lando staring as you did your make up or hair. It was nice, having these conversations with him, something you enjoyed from the first day you met. You for sure had silly conversations, not being serious, making jokes or fooling one another, but you also could come to the other with serious problems, or serious conversations, and you’d both know the other was there to listen and help.

‘’Okay, I need to go, wish me luck babe.’’ You couldn’t get enough of him, especially the nicknames he’d give you, coming up with a new one every week. ‘’You don’t need it, I know you’ll win.’’ You smirked, watching as he chuckled. ‘’Goodluck Lando, you’ve got this.’’ You ended the call, after making sure to give him his goodluck kiss, even though it was through the screen. Again, a part of your routine by now. And for Lando it was another part added to his already existing routine of hitting the bar at the entrance of the McLaren motorhome before a race.

You watched the race along with your parents and sister, watching him get another podium, a P2, his best performance yet, since he was so close to getting that win.

‘’You’ll get it, one day, okay? Don’t worry, your day will come, I know it.’’ You said, holding your phone against your ear. You could hear Charlotte in the background, telling Lando to hurry up since people were waiting to interview him. ‘’Yeah, I’ll be there in a second!’’ ‘’No, Lando, you can call your mother after the interviews, we’re already late.’’ You heard him groan on the other side of the phone, making you giggle slightly.

‘’I’m not talking to my mother I’m talking to my girlfriend!’’ He said, and with that, you went silent. Girlfriend? You never really had that conversation yet. Sure, the days he was back here in London for his work, at the MTC, you went on dates, mostly at his place, since he rented a small apartment closer to the factory, and because you didn’t want the entire world to know the two of you were hanging out a lot more than you usually did, but never had he mentioned the girlfriend thing once.

The next few days, you hadn’t mentioned that conversation, not even when he came back to Woking for work. You had just finished your classes at uni, when you received a phone call. ‘’Lando? Hey, what’s up?’’ You pressed your phone to your ear, watching as your friends wiggled their eyebrows at you. Of course, you told them about what was happening between the two of you, since they were your besties.

‘’Hey, love, I was wondering if you’re free tonight? I wanted to eh, take you out for dinner.’’ You blushed at his words, biting your bottom lip slightly. ‘’Ehm, yeah, I mean, I am free, just finished my classes and waiting for the bus right now.’’ ‘’Awesome, I’ll pick you up at around 8.’’ ‘’Okay, it’s a date.’’ You smiled, giggling as you heard a small cheer at the other side of the phone before ending the phone call.

‘’A date, huh, when will you go official already?’’ One of your friends nudged your arm playfully as you were waiting for the bus. ‘’I-I don’t know, a few days ago we were talking on the phone, after his race.’’ You said and sighed, scratching your arm gently. ‘’He called me his girlfriend.’’ You carefully looked up to see their reaction, which was, of course, a big ass smile. ‘’Girl!’’ ‘’But, we’re not like, boyfriend and girlfriend yet, I think. Also, he lives in Monaco, and is away for many races throughout the year. And I’m still here, trying to finish my uni.’’ Your friends looked at you, arms crossed in front of their chest, and eyebrow raised. ‘’Stop making excuses Y/N, you’re both madly in love. Yeah, it won’t be easy, but come on, aren’t you like, the hopeless romantic here? If someone can handle a long distance relationship here, it’s you. And besides, we just have a few weeks left and then you’ll graduate, meaning will go look for a job.’’

They were right, you wouldn’t say no to an adventure, but being away from your family and friends that long, or that often, wasn’t something you’d agree on straight away, you had to think.

Hours later, Lando was waiting at your front door, flowers in his hand, wearing his black jeans and a nice blouse on top, he was going to ask it tonight, and he just hoped you wouldn’t reject him. You ran downstairs as you heard the doorbell, opening the door to be met by him, his eyes wandering down the gorgeous dress you were wearing.

This was your first time, your first time ever going out together, in public, and it was nerve-racking for you. Some fans at the restaurant wanted pictures with him, which he of course, accepted with a smile on his face.

‘’Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight, and not just tonight, but especially tonight.’’ He smiled, making you look into his eyes. ‘’Only about 4 times.’’ You blushed, looking down at your glass of wine, yeah, the both of you had ordered some alcoholic beverages, it was a proper date.

‘’Y/N, about that conversation we had, you know, after the race?’’ Your heart started to beat a little faster, your hand a little more sweaty as you walked around the lake. You both changed your clothes when you got home, and decided to go for a walk together, to close the date.

‘’What about it?’’ You asked, stopping as he stopped walking as well, taking both your hands in his. ‘’I hope it can become reality?’’ He almost whispered, his hand moving up as he carefully tucked a lose strand of hair behind your ear. ‘’I really want you to be mine, and I know you’re still in university, and you hate being away from people you love, but, let’s at least, try?’’ You smiled, looking up into his eyes as you nodded slowly.

‘’I am willing to take the risk. Yes.’’

And so it happened, you were his girlfriend, a couple, even though you acted like that weeks ago, that’s why things didn’t really change, other than the label. Till you finished university, you stayed home, calling every day, even when you were working on your papers, and he was studying the data for the races. The both of you saying nothing, even though you were on the phone with one another.

Weeks after you graduated you went to his place for the first time, spending his summer vacation with him and his friends, but also your best friends. So you’d have them close, even though you were miles away from home. Things went well, and you were spending a lot of time together, having fun, with both your best friends.

‘’Will you come to one of my races?’’ You turned to look at him, your feet hanging down into the pool as you were sat on the edge, him in the water in front of you, leaning on your legs. ‘’Ehm, I mean, why not?’’ The more time you spent with him, the more you got used to the traveling, going from Woking, to Monaco, to your holiday destination, and back to Monaco again.

So a few weeks later you stepped out of the plane, ready to go to the Italian Grand Prix, Monza. After dropping your suitcase at the hotel, you went to the track, since Lando told you to meet him there. You texted him, waiting nervously outside the paddock, and it was when fans started to scream and call his name, you knew he was coming.

He passed the entry, directly walking towards you as he handed you the extra paddock pass he had in his hands. ‘’Hey.’’ He took a hold of your hand, knowing he had permission when you accepted his hand and gave it a little squeeze. He pressed his lips against yours, shortly, just pecking your lips to give you a welcome kiss. ‘’Hey.’’ You whispered, looking into his bright eyes, which were shining, sparkling, he was happy, and so were you.

Because you made it work. Who knew a game could turn your life around, because that’s what made it all start, a silly game of truth or dare…

#racinggirl requests #racinggirl writes #f1 imagines #formula 1 #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #lando norris #f1 fic #lando norris imagine #f1 blurb #f1 one shot #f1 fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagines #lando norris mclaren #mclaren #mclaren f1 #mclaren formula 1

[rommahh]

{Harry in sparkly black….Harry lemme **** *** *** for free}

You hadn’t talked to Harry all day. Not that you were mad at him or anything but your therapy this morning left you feeling a little spacey. There was something about talking about your emotions that left you feeling emotionally drained.

You missed Harry terribly and though it’s only been a short week, you felt very lonely. But on another note, your anxiety wasn’t as bad as it was. You were starting to feel like your normal self again but missing something.

You loved the tight knit life you have with Harry. You like being around him most hours of the day. You two were inseparable. If you were in the shower, he was in the bathroom reading a book from the lounger chair in the corner. If he was writing music on the beach, you were somewhere on the shore collecting shells. If you were going to the grocery store the least he could do was go for the drive with you. You two were close and it was something the both of you were ok with.

Some couples don’t like being so close but it worked for you and Harry. Being away from Harry was a weird experience. It’s only been a week but you feel like it’s been a lifetime. You haven’t minded being on your own but you wanted to be with the person you felt most connected to.

So being you, you purchased a ticket to Chicago. You didn’t know how Harry was going to react but you could only assume it would be a positive reaction. You told Jeff that you were coming so he could get you a hotel key and backstage pass.

As you sat in the airport you felt your back pocket buzz- your music pausing for the call. Your hand slipped into the pocket roughly pulling out the small phone. Harry’s icon, him in a fluffy robe looking as grumpy as ever, met your eyes. You cursed because you were quite obviously in the airport and if he saw you, the surprise would be ruined.

You answered anyways but only for audio. You made sure that your airpods were snug in you ear and there was no chance of them falling out.

“My lover!” Harry greets you a in sing song voice. You could hear his humph as he recognizes that you didn’t answer with the FaceTime video on. “Turn your camera on.”

“Can’t, I’m not feeling good.” You fib nervously. Harry frowned, nervous that he may have done something to upset you.

“Oh, alright. What’s wrong then?” He asks. You chew your lip trying to think of an answer.

“Uh, period.” You stammer.

“Your period doesn’t start for another few day…saw it on the tracker.” Harry may have your period tracker on his phone but it was because he wanted to make sure he was able to comfort you the best way he could when he needed to.

“Must be the meds-“ The sound of your boarding attendant sounded over your head cutting you off. “Hey bubs, I’ve actually got to go but we can’t chat later.”

“Sure, that’s fine I guess. Love you.” He mumbles, confused by the phone call. You hang up leaving Harry a little lost in his thoughts.

Later, Harry sang through his rehearsal carelessly, his head clouded with thoughts. He even sang through TBSL and though he was in the worst of moods, fans waiting at the venue thought he never sounded better.

You on the other hand had just sat through the worst flight of your life. There was a woman in the flight who didn’t want to wear her mask causing commotion before the flight could even take off. You had the worst headache halfway through the flight and because of the lack on supplies, the flight couldn’t give you any ginger ale or accommodations.

You didn’t let any of it get to you though as you directed for the chauffeur Jeff sent for you to go to the venue for show.

Harry sat in the common room backstage with the band and Jeff eating dinner grumpily. His fork was stabbing every little piece of lettuce of his salad, everyone watched worried that he may break his bowl.

“HS3 is trending on Twitter today, pretty exciting.” Jeff says to Harry breaking the silence. Jeff just received a text from you saying that you arrived to the venue and were walking towards Harry’s dressing room.

“Mmm great.” Harry grumbles. Jeff rolled his eyes at the diva.

“Someone’s a little pissy this evening. How about you go fix that mood before you greet your fans with a bad attitude.” Jeff scolds him like a child who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Jeff really didn’t care about Harry’s attitude, used to the moods at this point, but he needed a way for Harry to leave the room and see you in the dressing room.

“Fine, didn’t want to be around anyways.” Harry shrugs.

Back in Harry’s dressing room, you rolled your suitcase into a corner where Harry’s outfit for the night resided on a hanger. You smiled at the sparkly black top that you helped pick out. You walked around his dressing room from the hair and makeup table, past the bathroom/ dressing area, and back around to the couch’s and coffee table where you took a seat. You snagged one of his green juices needing the boost of energy from being on the flight.

You heard the door knob jiggle but stayed planted in you seat sipping on the juice. You never made a peep as Harry barged through the room, scowl covering his face. He stormed past the couch not batting an eye at you. He went to the mini fridge where his juices were before letting an exasperated sigh.

“Who fucking took my juice?” He whines. You quietly giggle in your hand at his tone.

“Im sorry, thought I could have it.” You chuckle. Harry leaps from where he stands letting out a yell. He turns to look at you with wide eyes, hand over his chest as if his heart was going to explode from his chest. You stood from the couch waiting for him to react more but he just stood there in shock. When the realization of you actually being there kicked in he let out another yell before bounding over to you.

Before you knew it, you had two strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Your wrapped around his neck, hands and fingers spread through his hair. His face tucked into your lower neck peppering desperate kisses all over just to feel something.

“What are you doing here?” You hear him cry. You pulled away from him to wipe his eyes of the tears that streamed down his face.

“I needed to see you.” Was all you could muster. He pulled you down on the couch, your body cushioning his larger frame. He laid in between your legs, your back flat in the body of the couch.

“Im so happy your here.” Harry couldn’t even put his excitement into words. He knew you were coming in a week but to have you here earlier than that made him feel things. He sat up from suffocating you into the couch, allowing for you to sit up beside him. “What about your therapy? I hope you’re not jeopardizing your mental health to be here with me cause I would much prefer if you put me on the back burner and took care of yourself.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m ok. I still will see my therapist virtually, I’ve got all new meds that are working fine, and if all goes to shit I will go back home. It’s ok bubs.” You reassure him.

He grabs your face with both hands pulling your face to his. Your lips meet with need. His lips slotting with yours, moving slowly but with rigor as if he was scared you would slip from his fingers. Your bottom lips fit between his lips leaving for him to suck on it slightly. You moaned at the feeling making Harry pull you in tighter. You sat slightly upon his lap, chest against each other tightly. Your tongues pushed at one another, lips loving in tangent.

You pulled away when you felt his lower presence awaken. He whined at the loss of contact making you giggle.

“If we go any further you’re gonna be late for your show. I’ll give you more back at the hotel, yeah?” You say lowly trying to catch your breathe. He groaned resting his forehead on yours chasing your lips with chaste kisses making you smile.

“Fine, you owe my though. This is level three apology situation that can only be resolved with these things; sloppy blowies, butt stuff, or face masks if you catch my drift.” He chastised. You let out a deep belly laugh pushing yourself away from him. You two still sit facing each other, your legs slightly on top of his.

“You’re so nasty, but I may be able to arrange one of those.” You wink making Harry let out a triumphant laugh.

“Are you staying for the show? I understand if your not.” He questions fiddling with your fingers.

“Think it would be best if I didn’t. I’m really tired and I obviously need a nap if I’m going to be up for your post show antics.” You joke giving his nose a poke. He jokingly pretends to bite your finger in retaliation.

Harry went on stage that night happier than ever. He started plotting proposals from the second he walked you to the car with your suitcase and waved goodbye to you. You went to the hotel room and “accidentally” fell asleep wearing one of your most recent purchases curled up in your tour bus blanket.

Let’s just say that Harry not so accidentally woke you up after that concert ready to love all of his adrenaline off in you.

Part 2👀

#harry styles love on tour #hslot #hslot Chicago #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot

[malleux]

spell [2]. | corpse husband

part one ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

-> Warnings: Hate Comments, Self Doubt, Anxiety, Cursing

-> A/N: thank you for 1k notes on part one! i’m so glad everyone likes my work. it’s really nice getting this much love after taking a hiatus on my fire emblem writing blog. i hope y’all enjoy it and stay on the lookout for part three!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since you joined Sean’s Among Us stream.

While that was your first public appearance, you had joined three others after that and already you were blowing up on almost every social media platform you had. The attention was kind of nice, you had to admit, but sometimes the anxiety of becoming a public figure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

During that time, you turned to your friends who were used to such scrutiny: Sean, Felix, and now Corpse, who you’ve been talking to every day for those two weeks.

It was another one of those nights where, at 1am, you were on Facetime with said man. His screen was dark, as usual. He hadn’t shown his face yet and you respected that. You didn’t need to see him to talk to him, or be his friend, or develop a slight crush on him. All of which you did.

The call was relatively silent on your end. Corpse was on Facetime with you, yes, but he was also on a call in Discord, once again playing Among Us.

You often wondered if playing that game was all your new friends did anymore.

You stayed quiet, letting Corpse play the game and avoiding his fans finding out about your call. You had college work to finish anyways, so the silence was rather helpful.

“We should ask Y/N if she wants to play. I wanna meet her.” Sykkuno’s voice rang out from the Discord call. He was right- you’d never met him. He and Corpse seemed extremely close, though, so you’d love to talk to him. A friend of your crush friend was a friend of yours.

“She’s busy tonight.” Corpse responded.

“Yeah, she’s got an exam coming up- wait, how do you know?” Sean joined in, questioning Corpse.

“Uh, I mean we’re on Facetime right now, I guess.” Your heart sped up- now his fans knew. “She’s studying. We’re just hanging out.”

“Didn’t you guys ‘hang out’ last night as well? It seems like you’re trying to take my best friend away from me.” Sean joked back.

“I mean, I definitely am.”

Your breath caught in your throat. What was that supposed to mean? Sean was obviously kidding, but the tone in Corpse’s voice wasn’t the one he used when he was joking as well.

Felix suddenly butted in. “Ooooh, I think Corpse-y has a little crush.”

“And if I do?”

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

꧁꧂

Three weeks, now, that you’ve been talking to Corpse daily.

One week since Corpse’s crush comment and one week that you’ve endured countless mentions and tags on Instagram and Twitter, constantly talking about #CorpseY/N.

You didn’t really mind the shipping, often losing yourself in daydreams about driving those two hours down from your apartment in Los Angeles down to San Diego and running into his arms. It didn’t help when he mentioned wanting you to come visit one day.

You just worried about how Corpse felt about them. He was still relatively new to blowing up on the internet as well, his fame suddenly skyrocketing in the past few months, so you weren’t sure if he was comfortable with them. You didn’t want to bring it up, either, fearing that the discussion would make things awkward between the two of you.

For now, you were rather content with just scrolling through the #CorpseY/N hashtag, looking at the pictures and nice things people had to say about you both.

“they’re so cute when they talk to each other, you can just tell Corpse meant it when he said he was trying to steal Y/N away.”

“#CorpseY/N is my new favorite thing. Everyone shut up this is all I’ll be talking about from now on.”

“God why can’t they just be together already? #CorpseY/N”

Everyone was so supportive and sweet, it almost made you feel like you already were Corpse’s girlfriend. Although your heart hurt when you were brought back to reality, you couldn’t help but love the comments that everyone left. They were amazing.

Until they weren’t.

There are always two sides of the same coin. Along from the supporters and their loving actions, there were also those who seethed at the idea of you and Corpse.

They scrutinized everything about you to the point that you made your Instagram account- already with 30k followers- private.

Haters talked about you. Your body, your personality, how you weren’t worthy to even talk to Corpse and the rest of the Youtubers, and so much more. You’ve spent many nights with your Facetime mic muted so that Corpse couldn’t hear the small sobs coming from you.

These thoughts were almost always on the back of your mind, but you were sometimes able to push them away.

Like now- as you focused on your exam. Well, tried to focus. There comes to be a time where one can only hear so many negative things about themselves before they can’t ignore it anymore.

But alas, you tried your hardest and finished your exam, before walking out of the room and pulling out your phone. Now, you had a break before your new classes started and you’ve never been more relieved. You pulled up a certain contact and clicked on the message icon, beginning to type.

you:

i’m finished! up next, a break.

corpse:

I hope you did well. How long is your break?

you:

two weeks!

corpse:

Come spend it in San Diego

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the offer. You really didn’t think that he’d invite you over, but you weren’t about to complain. Instead, you sent back an ‘I’ll pack tonight :)’ and rushed home to do just that.

Corpse called you as you packed, just like he calls every night. You were used to the routine now, often falling asleep around 3am as he stays on the phone, doing whatever he does with his ruined sleep schedule until you wake up and say good morning.

Tonight, however, you were too jittery to sleep. You stayed up all night with Corpse, talking about anything and everything, like usual.

What wasn’t usual, though, was how distracted he sounded. It made you nervous- was he having second thoughts about inviting you over? Was something wrong?

Your thoughts nearly overwhelmed you, forcing you to say something.

“Are you okay, Corpse?” You tried to hide the small shake in your voice.

“Hm? Uh, yeah, yeah, everything’s good. Why?”

“It doesn’t sound like it. What’s going on? You’re acting off.”

His side of the phone was silent for a moment, before he let out a sigh. “I’m just thinking about what I’ve got to do before you get here tomorrow. Like, cleaning and stuff.”

“Pshh, that doesn’t matter to me.” You waved your hand, even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness of your room.

“It’s just that, my apartment isn’t… the best. It’s small and there’s only one bedroom and it’s kind of shitty. I just don’t want it to be even more shitty.”

“Corpse, I’m coming there to spend time with you, not your apartment. I don’t care what any of that shit looks like. I’m going to be looking at you and hanging out with you. Not your apartment.” You didn’t mean to go on a tangent of reassurance, but you truly meant all of your words. “Hell, I might not even see the apartment because I already know I won’t be able to look away from you.”

“I- God, give me a minute. That took me off guard.” He laughed. “But thank you. I may not even be able to clean because I’ll be distracted too.”

“By what?”

“You, standing in front of me, in person.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s a fucking dream come true.”

┎┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┒

taglist: @namjoons-crabssss @lookingforaplacetosleep @teenloves @princess00wifi @pillowjj @nvm-idgaf @creativedogs @wildflowerwhore @chillininahottub-withaghost @whyisquill @holosexualunicorn7000 @ourheavenlyemotions

┖┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┚

#fanfiction #x reader #fic blog #writing #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband #series #lay writes #youtubers #youtubers x reader