#fake dating drabbles

[jjungkookislife]

New Year With You (M)

pairing: hfth!jungkook x f. reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, light smut [18+]

summary: Ringing in the new year means saying goodbye to Grandmother Jeon, lots of alcohol, and a devastatingly handsome Jungkook.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol use/mention (body shots), implied smut (unprotected sex, hickeys, sexual thoughts/conversations), food mention, Tae is a flirt and Seokjin is shy about it, oc scratched the hell out of JK's back (with consent), teasing

a/n: thank you @btsgotjams27 for helping me again 💜💜

read home for the holidays

date: January 19, 2024

Grandmother Jeon had left early this morning with the Jeons and Parks in tow. She had pulled you into a tight hug as Dae loaded her suitcases into the trunk.

“You two have a good new year, and if I don’t see you before Spring Break, make sure to call,” Grandmother Jeon instructs as she releases you to hug Jungkook just as tight.

“And you,” she smiles. “Make sure you check the house out before you return to school. I’ll make arrangements for renovations if you want to change anything up. Do what you want with it, okay?”

“Yes, Grandmother Jeon. Thank you,” he says as he hugs her tighter, and she kisses his cheek before releasing him.

“Don’t get into too much trouble tonight while your parents are away,” Grandmother Jeon raises a brow. “I’m gonna be overseas, and your parents are going to be out of town so we can’t bail you out of jail.”

“I’ll keep him in check, Grandmother Jeon,” you promise as you wrap your arm around Jungkook’s waist. His sweater is thicker than yours, and the wind rattles you to the core, but your goodbyes are more important than a few chilly minutes.

“That’s what I like to hear, honey!” Minji laughs. “We’ve got to be tough with these Jeon men!”

“Mom!” Dae calls from the car as he shuts the trunk. “We’re all set.”

Minji smiles again. “You watch out for that Park boy, too. Jimin and that mouth of his. I’m sure I’ll be hearing about tonight from his grandmother. We’re gonna play shuffleboard and find us some dance partners before midnight! Don’t worry about me.”

“Get ‘em, Minji,” you giggle as you hug her one last time, promising to call soon. She waves as she links her arm with Jungkook’s as he walks her out of the house and toward the driveway where his parents wait for them. Luna is buckled in her seat, barking her head off when she finally spots her mother.

Across the street, Jimin is helping his grandmother get into his parents’ car. He waves when he spots you in the doorway, and you grin.

The eight of you had plans to spend the New Year together. The weather was still rough. Snow still covered the streets and you weren’t in the mood to be stuffed in a club like a sardine.

Jungkook had invited everyone over. Jimin, Joon, and Tae would probably walk home, and Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi would either sleep over or go across the street.

The plans for tonight involved games, alcohol, and plenty of food. The home was still decorated for Christmas, and Aera promised to put everything away once she returned. Before you could offer to help, Jungkook shook his head.

“Mom likes to keep them up a little longer. She decorates for Valentine’s Day and so on. We should come back for Halloween. You’d love it.” Jungkook smiled.

“I’m gonna miss her,” you tell Jungkook as he joins you on the front porch. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, kissing your cheek.

“Grandmother Jeon will be fine,” Jungkook assures you. “My parents will be back in a couple of days and then we can go look at the house.”

“It’ll be nice to party with Minji on Spring Break,” you giggle as you head back inside and shut the door after Jungkook. 

“If we can keep up,” he chuckles with a shake of his head. 

“I’m glad this all worked out, Koo,” you admit as you wrap your arms around his waist. He rubs your back as you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. It soothes you. 

“Me too, baby. Otherwise, I would have waited until we got back to school to say something,” He giggles, his nose scrunching the tiniest bit. 

You smile, kissing the mole beneath his lip. “Come on, babe. We have the house to ourselves and a few more hours before our friends come over.”

“Oh, and how do you suggest we pass the time, baby?” Jungkook smirks.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say coyly as you walk two fingers up his broad chest. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

Your laughter fills the home as you take off running toward the stairs with Jungkook right behind you. His laughter and yours grow louder when he catches you and leads you to his bedroom, where you spend the next few hours wrapped up in each other. 

You shouldn’t stare.

You shouldn’t.

You’re not.

Honestly, you’re not.

But you so are!

“Are you part of some male dancer association?” you blurt, covering your mouth with your hands. You did not just say that!

Jimin cackles, shaking his head. “No.”

Seokjin smirks. “Hoseok picked our outfits.”

Your eyes look over at Hoseok, the menace. He smirks when you eye him up and down. He lowers his sunglasses to drown you in his dark look. Fuck, fuck, wow! 

“Don’t you look ravishing,” he comments as he sets his sunglasses on his head. “Gotta say, you look just as hot as I imagined.”

“Hoseok!” you giggle, shaking your head.

Hoseok shrugs. “It’s a nice dress. Still had the tags on when I found it in your closet.”

“Has Kook seen it yet?” Seokjin asks as he rakes his eyes over you. 

“Not yet,” you explain. “We decided to get ready separately.”

“Oh, he’s gonna die,” Jimin chuckles as he walks past you to the kitchen, where Yoongi finished cooking the food.

Alcohol fills the refrigerator and the counters. Jimin has a bottomless stomach when it comes to alcohol, and Tae always tries to keep up.

You’re excited to see Jungkook, but after the stunt Hoseok pulled, you’re not so sure you could handle it.

“Darling,” Jungkook calls from the stairs.

Hoseok chuckles as he watches you turn around slowly, gasping when you spot Jungkook. 

Jungkook’s dark hair is coiffed in a slicked-back manner. The blazer is too big for his frame, but the black mesh shirt hugs him in all the right places, showing off his taut chest and ripped abs. Silver jewelry adorns his ears, neck, and hand, but what you really love is the one pierced into his bottom lip. 

You swear your brain malfunctions as it does for SpongeBob when all he needs to remember is fine dining. You don’t think you could even remember your name right now if somebody asked because all you can think is how fucking hot your boyfriend looks. You don’t even think you’re breathing, your voice caught in your throat as your eyes take in every delicious inch of his body. 

Were you two alone, you’d have him beneath you already. His chest would get covered in your lipstick, and his cock would be inside you, making you cream around him as you bounced on him. 

Jungkook isn’t faring much better. The dress you’re wearing leaves little to the imagination. He’s breathless as he admires your radiance. The smile on your face is bashful but directed right at him. 

Jungkook should send Hoseok a personalized thank you note after this trip. Perhaps even a bouquet of peonies, freshly picked from a field they visited as children not too far from their home. He knows Hoseok wishes he had more time to make something for you. He’s very talented, and no doubt would create amazing clothing for each of you if given the chance. Jimin wore a suit made just for him, a gift for his birthday just a few months ago. 

Smirking, Jungkook takes the last step as he eyes the necklace sitting perfectly on your chest. It’s on a thin gold chain with his initial. There’s an accompanying one on your thigh that glimmers in the light when you move toward him, the slit on your dress dangerously high up, and your heels click on the floor as you meet him. 

“You look gorgeous,” Jungkook whispers when you grab his suit jacket. He notes how you bat your lashes, eyes sparkling when you look at him.

“And you look good enough to eat,” you respond, not noticing how your friends give you a moment alone. 

To be honest, Hoseok was a little worried you’d jump each other in front of everyone. You wouldn’t lie.  The thought had crossed your mind.

“Do I?” Jungkook smiles as he cups your face. His lips look very tempting as he toys with his lip ring. 

What you wouldn’t give to strip him naked where he stands. The thought alone sends a tingle down your spine as his fingers move downward to the necklace you’re wearing. 

“Perhaps there’s something I can do about that later on,” he whispers as he releases the initial and locks eyes with you. You blink, left breathless as his gaze locks you in place. 

Should you take him to his room? Forget all about the evening planned with your friends and welcome the new year tangled in sheets, his name on your lips, and his hands on your hips.

“If you guys are gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else?” Namjoon asks with a brownie in one hand and a champagne flute in the other. 

Jungkook chuckles as he steps away from you. He takes your hand in his and leads you to your friends in the kitchen. 

It’s no surprise that Jimin’s already got the alcohol open. Yoongi turns the stove off and moves a pot off of the eye before calling everyone for dinner. 

The dining room is filled with laughter. Joy spreads from one person to the next as the alcohol and fond memories flow. 

Taehyung and Yoongi suggest moving the party to the living room. The table gets cleared by Seokjin and a tipsy Namjoon, who’s had too many brownies and flutes of champagne. 

Hoseok has cleared the living room coffee table and set the liquor and glasses on it. Each of you has a different glass straw to not get confused, but you know you’ll end up sharing with Jungkook and possibly Jimin by the end of the night. 

The TV is on in the background, a show on mute as they prepare for the new year. The countdown flashes on the screen, still two hours away. 

Fireworks blast off outside from the neighbors and their kids. Despite the cold weather, gatherings still take place. 

Jimin smirks when you take a seat on the couch beside Jungkook. Your hand rests on his thigh, and Jungkook toys with the small chain on your leg. 

“How about we start with body shots?” Jimin suggests, feigning innocence when his eyes connect with yours. 

Jungkook scoffs. “As if, Park.”

Jimin chuckles. He knows Jungkook well enough to know when he’s pissed him off. 

“Don’t worry,” Seokjin giggles. “We won’t do it off your girl.”

“Already making him mad?” Yoongi asks as he sets down a bowl of perfectly cut limes for the tequila. Yoongi normally sticks to whiskey and Tae and Jimin love tequila. Hoseok and you loved cocktails, and Jungkook and Seokjin will have what’s available. Namjoon keeps a flute of champagne in his hand most of the night, sipping in between sweets. 

“Can we just drink already?” Taehyung pouts as he eyes the bottle of tequila sitting untouched on the coffee table. “Please?”

Everyone laughs as they open bottles. Yoongi sits in a recliner with a glass of whiskey in his hand as the music plays from a speaker on the mantel. 

Hoseok sits on the loveseat, a sketchbook in his lap as he watches you. He’d have to get your measurements later, perhaps in a few days or once you return to campus before the semester gets too busy for everyone. He’d like to make something for you and Jungkook. Perhaps matching outfits if time allows, but if not, matching accessories are just as good. After all, nothing is better than a gift given from the heart. 

An hour l and a half later, everyone is giddy and tipsy. Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon play cards on the floor. They grow louder, and curses and groans of dissatisfaction escape them when Seokjin lays down his winning hand.

Yoongi hums along to the song playing, and Hoseok puts the finishing touches on his sketch. 

Jungkook has shed his suit jacket, as have most of your friends. The fireplace roars brightly after getting started by Jungkook and Yoongi. 

Hoseok insisted everyone pose for pictures for his Polaroid camera, which caused Taehyung to ask everyone to pose for him. 

“Memories,” he had said with a stern look. “Precious memories that you will thank me for twenty years down the line when your kids ask how you spent your first New Year's Eve.”

It was hard to say no after that.

The countdown seems to fly by once you’re done taking photos. Jimin and Taehyung demand one more shot before heading outside to watch the fireworks and ring in the new year. 

“Oh, come on,” Jimin chuckles. “One body shot.”

You laugh. “I’ll do it off Koo if he’ll let me.”

Jungkook nods, eager to get your hands on his body. He’s been pretty tame due to company but he’s been eyeing you all night, wanting to get you alone to kiss you as much as he wants. 

He hopes he can see you in that dress again when both of you are completely sober. He clears his throat as he lies on the couch after removing his mesh shirt. He’s done a good job of covering the hickeys left on his torso from your past few romps.

 You kneel in front of him while Jimin shoves a lime wedge in Jungkook’s mouth. 

“Lick around his belly button,” Yoongi instructs with a cheeky grin. 

“You guys are the worst,” you grumble. 

“You can back out whenever,” Seokjin assures you. “No judgment.”

Taehyung’s nods. “I’ll do a shot off Seokjin next if it’ll help.”

“No,” Seokjin huffs. “The last time you let it go down into my underwear.”

Taehyung shrugs. “I would have gotten it.”

Seokjin blushes. “Shut up.”

“Can we do this before we miss the clock striking twelve?” Hoseok frowns. 

“Okay, okay,” Jimin says as you lick around Jungkook’s navel. Yoongi puts some salt around the circle and moves out of the way. 

“Come on, Seokjin,” Jimin says as he moves to the older man to get his shirt off. 

“Wait, you were serious,” he laughs as he takes his shirt off, and the friends get distracted for a moment while they tease him. 

You do your shot seamlessly, kissing Jungkook’s hip before moving toward the lime wedge. You grimace when it touches your tongue, and you spit it out into a napkin.

“Ugh, that never goes down easy for me,” you complain as you get on your feet. 

Namjoon and Yoongi have left to fill flutes with champagne in the kitchen while Seokjin put his shirt back on. 

“Get your coats on,” Taehyung claps as he starts handing coats to your friends. Jungkook gets off the couch, turning around to grab his shirt when your friends freeze, and you cover your face with your hands. 

“Geez,” Jimin said your name in between bouts of laughter. “Did you have to maul him?”

“Oh, lord,” you murmur into your hands as your face grows hot. 

“What?” Jungkook asks as he puts his shirt back on and then his jacket. 

“Keep your shirt on around your parents,” Taehyung giggles.

“Unless you want them to see the claw marks on your back,” Seokjin cackles as he leads his friends toward the door. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, mortified. “Does it hurt? Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Darling, it’s fine,” Jungkook assures you. “I asked for it, remember? I kept asking you to do it harder and harder?” 

You bite your lip, nodding. Jungkook grins, kissing your lips. 

“Maybe tomorrow we can do it again?” Jungkook kisses your cheek as he leads you to the door to get your coat. He helps you into it before you join your friends on the porch. 

Jimin hands you a flute, and Yoongi hands one to Jungkook. 

Hoseok nearly jumps in his spot as he counts down from thirty. 

Giddiness fills your body as you look at your friends. When all of this first started you never imagined feeling joy like this. True friendship that would last a lifetime surrounded you; and included you. 

Jungkook’s hand goes to your hip as he pulls you closer. The wind is brutal but the fireworks burst with color in the air, and their beauty makes being cold worth it. 

“3! 2! 1!”

“Happy New Year!”

You smile brightly as you raise your flute with your friends, taking a sip before Jungkook’s lips are on yours. 

A new year, a new chance to make wonderful memories with the man beside you. 

Nothing could be better than this. 

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[dlrvuio]

unexpected

genre - fake dating, first kiss, player!heeseung x gn!reader

warnings - kissing

"You sure you wanna do this?"

You never thought that fake dating Lee Heeseung, a jerk, a heartthrob, a player, basically just a sucky guy to be dating, would lead up to this — to you in his arms, flustered, just because your best friend felt suspicious with your guys’ 'relationship.'

“OH MY GOSH Y/NIEE!! HUBBY OVER THERE!! STARING HELLOOO.” Your bsf whispered so quietly. You looked at her with a blank face, confused on what to reply to that, shrugging a ‘what?’ instead. She stayed silent with a disbelief look on their face. “Um... go say hi? Wave? Smile? Do couple things?” She kept their jaw open until you disgustingly said no, linking arms with them to look the opposite way from Heeseung and his group.

“You know, you should kiss him.” Turning your head in speed; scrunching your face, giving all your power to not yell at such a cafe. You quickly changed your expressions, body language still so uncomfortable, you realized you can’t blow your cover. “I... I will... um.” You scratched your temple, slowly turning your head at Heeseung. His eyes already lingering on yours. Walking up to him as soon as his friends went to the counter to wait for their order while he stayed leaning on the post near their table, looking anywhere but him.

“Hey...” You acted natural. He looked up from his phone, seeing you exaggerate your smile, making him look behind you and see your friend not even hide her stares. He straightened his posture and continued the conversation. “Hey, I thought you were gonna study?” He asked, cold.

“Oh... yeah, we just took a break...” Stepping closer to him after answering, looking at your surroundings, making sure you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself in front of more than two people. Heeseung immediately got what you were trying to do but still had a confused expression. Pressing his hand on your lower back, spine and body stiffening up with goosebumps as you reached for his neck, wrapping your arms around him.

“You... you don’t have to...” Slowly taking your arms off of him. “Um, she just wanted us to—” You stayed staring at his neck, perfect eye level, lips trying to make any words come out, not a sound to be heard, as you stayed dumbfounded at his action of kissing your forehead, attempted to shut you up. And also to make you flustered.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He leaned down closer to your face, holding eye contact with your wondering eyes as he held your cheek after gently and so carefully pushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. You now rested your hands on his broad shoulders, nodding slowly. A but unsure. Leading to a smirk on the boys lips in front of you as he pressed his hand on your back, holding you closer, leaning in to link his lips onto yours.

Taking a few seconds to comprehend what just happened, you gripped the cloth of his plaid flannel before quickly closing your eyes and kissing him back. Leaning heads opposite of each other, butterflies quickly making their way around your whole body as you felt his thumb stroke your temples. Now tiptoeing, hoping to get more from the heartthrob jerk, he smirked, deepening the kiss, not caring about having an audience.

Out of sight, out of mind.

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[ohsunnyboy]

steal your night (part 1) | sung hanbin ˚₊‧⁺˖

you never knew you had a boyfriend until sung hanbin eats your tiramisu and steals your heart under the stars of monaco

SERIES: a night in monaco — one, two

TAGS: fake dating, strangers to lovers, business man!hanbin, gn!reader, flirty hanbin and you ehe, meet cute <3, summer vibes

A/N: sorry for the disappearance lmao take my hanbin pining as an apology, and as always, purely self indulgent

WORDS: ~1300

Trouble comes when dessert is served.

Everything considered, it’s horrible timing. Sun setting just so over the Mediterranean, hearty chatter firing all around in all sorts of languages and your wine being warm company on a supposedly lonely night. It makes a perfect set-up as your spoon hovers mid-air as you prepare to dig into some well-deserved tiramisu.

Until someone slides into the very empty seat across from you, slips a crisp black business card across the table to you – it reads 'Sung Hanbin' – and uttering the most insane thing yet: "Love, I'm so sorry for being late!"

What.

You barely get to say anything before he's swooping in for la bise. As you lean in, his expensive cologne lingers like smoke in the air. It's a narrow dodge of your lips, but he swerves and lands a quick kiss to your right cheek and then dares to go for a second on your left. Consider yourself stunned because all you do is watch him pull away and a grin at you with a gorgeous smile.

You want to sit and gape for a second, let yourself breathe, and now with a longer look, let him breathe.

This, Hanbin, has flushed cheeks and is twitchy with how he holds your hand – when did that happen?! – across the table. There's a light sheen of sweat on his skin and not due to the heat, more like he's either embarrassed or nervous about this. He breathes in short, sharp gasps as if he's been running and mouths something to you.

Please play along. His hand still holds yours, and he squeezes just so.

Hanbin turned his head to the right slightly. Stood at a table near the entrance was a woman with a flowy silver dress on and hair pulled into quite a severe bun. Her pointed heels tapping on the spot and her jittery eyes glance over at you two, but quickly look somewhere else when she catches your curious gaze.

“She’s been trying to get me to buy her a meal all day,” he sighs. “Thing is, I even saw her scoping me out yesterday at a bar last night. I was naïve enough to buy her a drink to start some conversation, but she’s taken it as personal permission to stalk me. She clearly hasn’t gotten the memo.” And he squeezes your hand again, this time to comfort himself.

“What about me? What if I turn out to be some crazy that’s out to steal your Amex and claim my fifth husband?”

“You? No way, you have a top shelf wine and a second plate of tiramisu in front of you already. You're doing perfectly fine without my money," Hanbin lists before his gaze turns considering. "Unless... you weren't lying about the husbands.”

You laugh into your wine and eye Hanbin over the rim. "You wouldn’t look too bad in a wedding tux, pretty boy, who knows?”

The long column of Hanbin’s neck is exposed thanks to the open collar of his shirt. Revealing the delicate sun, moon and star on his collar that only keeps you stuck in wonder for longer.

You can only imagine how smooth the skin feels – under your hands and lips – but maybe that’s the wine talking when he sits there fine and handsome against the candlelight. The sunset paints saturated hues against his skin, you can barely see the blush that peeks above his collar thanks to it.

If you friends were here, you know what they’d say about him: trouble, hot and wealthy trouble.

“Eyes up here, love.” Your eyes leap back up to Hanbin’s to only see amusement in them. Getting caught flushes your face with heat but his eyes are dark enough to forget yourself in.

You try to push on, clearing your throat and pulling yourself together. “So, the deal is we act like lovers the rest of the night?” The weight of the word lovers is a syrupy one, overtly sweet and something far from familiar for you but Hanbin only smiles at it.

“Of course, love. Shouldn’t be too hard with someone as sweet as you,” he grins however his eyes still linger on that woman in silver, clearly on edge.

You drum your fingers on the table, the rush of meeting each other melting quickly in the air. Awkward tension is bound to seep in soon and you'll be damned if it does! you're not losing this chance no matter how much trouble this man could be.

A stroke of brilliance brings you to push forward your untouched plate of tiramisu over to him, careful with the spoon balancing precariously on the plate. “What?” you smile at his confused face. “I wasn’t eating it anyway and you need a distraction.” But he just raises his brows like he doesn't believe it.

At his reluctance, you sigh and begin to flag down a waitress.

“Hey! Hey, don’t kick me out please—I’ll eat it!… even pay for it!—” Hanbin flusters even further as you push a finger against his soft lips to shut him up as the waitress arrives.

It’s a beat of silence.

“Two more tiramisus, please.” Hanbin’s laugh of disbelief trails the waitress as she leaves.

What you do find out is that it’s stupidly easy to talk to Hanbin. You tell him why you’re even here in Monaco: about your crazy best friends marrying after years of adventures, about being the responsible one in a group of misfits, about growing up and never quite finding the one unlike how they did. Loneliness is a familiar tale on your tongue, the wine tinging everything you say with bitter honesty you’ve never been able to let out with anyone else.

With Hanbin, you learn about his job as a business consultant: his annoying – but endearing! – juniors Yujin and Gyuvin, how him and Zhang Hao – his other colleague – are out here for strictly business. Until of course, he met you.

“What are your doing out here so alone, anyway?” he probed. He’s so much closer now, having moved his chair to be next to you instead of opposite you. “You’re too pretty to be single but I really hope you are.”

You shrug off the flirting for once and let yourself disappear back into the chair. “Everyone else I know are in relationships so they’re all away on dates across the city. I figured stealing myself away on a self-date would be better than sitting lonely in a hotel room all night.” 

He hums, a low and melodic thing. You can feel the heat of him next to you, the weight of his presence and the cut of his cologne all over again. Though nothing prepares you when Hanbin takes your hand in his.

He raises it, gentle and kind, slow and despairing, and presses his lips to your ring finger.

"Well then, may I steal your night?" he asks like a dare. A whisper barely heard but shared between you two.

Eyes far too low and gaze far too heavy for a look between strangers. The implications are clearer than the night sky above. Hanbin's lips linger with a smirk, and you can feel everything in you screaming to look away before you melt into the floor but all you can do is stare.

Trouble. Is what your mind is screaming. It's what you really want after all this pining in silence. Someone to crash into your life and take you with them.

"You don't even know my name."

It comes out like an accusation. Trouble, trouble, trouble. It brings you here and leaves you dizzy, craving for more.

"Why would I need it, love. You'll be saying mine all night.”

The woman is long gone into the night so there's no need for this play-pretend. But trouble looks you in the eyes and you kiss him with a heart that yearns for more.

ahjbsdkh thanks so much for reading <33 i had a lot of fun writing this so a like and reblog would be nice if you enjoyed :] ⭒ masterlist ⭒ part two ->

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[btsgotjams27]

fool for you | jjk

When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 1.8k | ✨ rating: pg-13 ✨ genre/au: fluff, light angst | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, language, mentions of cheating, soft boyfriend vibes jungkook (yes, it's a warning), hand holding, kissing

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ part two

While you were idly scrolling through Netflix, your roommate and best friend, Lyla raced into the room. You jumped back in response to her sudden arrival and banged your head on the hanging fairy lights strung along your wall.

"Babe! Get the fuck up! It's your time to shine." She ran to the closet, rummaging through her things, looking for something.

You sat up, confused, pausing your scrolling through Netflix. "Wait, what do you mean?"

"Jungkook and Jieun! J-squared. They broke up, and she cheated on him!" Lyla turned to you, grinning at the last bit she spat out.

Jieun cheated on Jungkook? Who would cheat him? He's the complete package, the one to ruin you for the next guy and every girl's ideal partner. You were bewildered that she thought someone else was better than Jungkook. What a fool, you thought.

You'd had a crush on him for months, and now that he was finally available, you had the chance to make a good impression. You were surprised to learn that he had been seeing the cheerleading squad captain, Jieun, for almost a year. Nevertheless, you weren't going to pursue a person in a relationship.

Lyla, the melodrama queen, devised a plan to help you. Were you even ready for a relationship? Was he? He just got out of a relationship. Indeed he wasn't even close to being ready to date again. And you weren't looking to be someone's rebound. So, you weren't sure why Lyla became adamant about you making a move right this second.

Lyla tossed the white cable-knit sweater and mustard-colored skirt she had just pulled across your lap. “Babe, the row of girls outside his dorm room will take your shot if you don't!” She kept glaring at you and the pile of clothing on your lap, telling you to change immediately.

From what you've heard, Jungkook was the kind of person who was constantly dating. A girl was ready to come in when the first one ended. You would assume that now was your turn because there was girl after girl watching and waiting for their chance to strike.

But it was now or never. What did you have to lose? Him saying no or ignoring you? Pfft--you've had worse happen.

So you plucked up the confidence, exhaled, and decided to dive in. Time to feast.

You scoured the dripping, wet campus to see if he was walking from his English class back to his dorm. You blame Lyla, who dug up all the dirt on him. She claimed that you needed an upper hand to everything Jeon Jungkook.

Right on schedule. His English class was released and now was your chance. You hesitated momentarily, but Lyla patted your ass to encourage you. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

Even from the back, he had a soft and cuddly appearance. The perm he got a few months ago was starting to grow out, so perhaps that was the cause, along with his furry brown overcoat.

You quickly approached the cute, cuddly boy wearing a brown jacket. “Hi—I'm so sorry to bother you..." The cute boy you've been crushing on peered at you with his big doe eyes, and fuck–he was wearing those clear, transparent glasses you loved so much. You kept following his speed as he held out his transparent umbrella. "...this is kind of stupid and weird, but we're about to pass my ex, and I was wondering if you hold my hand so I can make him jealous."

You were certain he would refuse you and make you look like a fucking idiot as his eyes narrowed. But he held his right hand while switching the umbrella to his other hand. "Where is he?" Looking around to see who you were referring to.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You didn't imagine he'd fall for the ruse; instead, you anticipated that he would give you a crazy look before walking away. As you saw this plan unfold, you turned to look at Lyla, squirming excitedly in place.

"He's over there." Funny enough, when you and Jungkook pointed at a random ass on campus, the man knit his eyebrows in confusion.

"You gonna take my hand or...?"

"Right..." You completely forgot he was reaching out his hand for yours. Your hand was entwined with his and was everything you had hoped for. Large, warm, and inviting. To your surprise, he took your hand and held it against his chest before raising it to kiss the back of your hand.

Oh god—his lips were so soft. This was pure agony for you. You tried to hide your smile by looking away from him. The thought of his lips on your skin caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter. Lyla's ridiculous plan worked.

You two walked silently for a few more minutes until you arrived at the library. You let go of Jungkook's hand, although you thought yours fit perfectly in his.

You took a few steps up and turned around to face him. "Thank you," you mumbled, your gaze drawn to your semi-soaked boots rather than his.

Jungkook laughed at your timidity after being so bold. "Do you need anything else to make your ex jealous?"

A kiss, you thought, but you shook your head and waved it aside. "Thank you again," you said as you dashed into the library.

You found an empty desk and buried your head in the crook of your arms, completely mortified by your actions. You couldn't believe you had just told your crush a lie. But you're unlikely to run into him again. You didn't have the same circle of friends or attend the same parties...or, more accurately, you were rarely invited to parties. So you tried to justify your actions. It was simply to take your shot and leave a lasting impression. You were proud of yourself for getting out of your comfort zone and doing something instead of sitting around and wondering what would happen.

It was the weekend before Spring Break, and you were excited to travel to LA with Lyla and some other girls from your floor. Do some shopping, go to the beach, and end your trip at Disneyland.

Of course, a Spring Break celebration would be incomplete without a party. Lyla had recently begun a friends-with-benefits deal with Kim Namjoon, and he had invited you and Lyla.

"Ly—why are we here again? This isn't our scene," you huffed, walking past a glob of what looked like someone hurled a basket of Halloween candy. You tiptoed carefully around it, the smell almost making you gag.

"It's time to meet new people and make new friends, babe. Plus, you never know when you'll run into Jeon Jungkook," she suggested, her brows wiggling in delight.

You gave her a scowl. "Please—I can never face Jungkook again, and I can't believe you got me to lie to him." And you never saw him on campus after the whole thing. And Jungkook had to have sworn off all women because you hadn't heard anything about him being taken or seeing someone. Your little coincidence was just that. You didn't expect a relationship to blossom from a lie.

Lyla chuckled and linked her arm with yours. She squealed quietly when she saw Namjoon in the kitchen, making a drink. She kept dragging your homebody ass towards the group of guys hooting and howling.

"Hey," Jungkook paused, "you're that girl who wanted me to hold your hand." He almost seemed pleased to see you.

"That's me—thanks again, for you know, doing that," you sighed and smiled. He was exactly what you wanted to avoid.

Namjoon handed you and Jungkook a red cup, and you both thanked him before returning your focus to Jungkook. "You went to great lengths just to hold my hand."

Your eyes widened. Shit. What? Who told him? Was it Lyla? Your money was on her. You glance at your best friend, who quickly averts her gaze, kissing Namjoon on the cheek.

You shook your head and clenched your jaw. "How'd you find out?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I have my ways," he explained casually. But it was Lyla who surrendered. Lyla overheard Jungkook's conversation with a classmate as he went around, asking if anyone knew you. Lyla, being Lyla, interrupted their conversation, satisfactorily revealing your massive crush on him.

You took a deep breath and apologized. "That was incredibly stupid of me. Don't worry. You won't have to see me again." You turned around, taking a sip of the shoddy mixed drink before leaving the party. You definitely didn't want to be there anymore after being discovered by Jeon Jungkook. You could probably never show your face around campus again, trying to avoid him at all costs.

"Wait—" He beelined his way through the crowd, shouting over the loud, thumping music. He came to a halt just inches away from you. You concentrated on the small pouch attached to his combat boots to avoid having to look at him. "What if I need you to make a girl jealous?"

You scoffed at the cute boy and rolled your eyes. There's no way Jieun would ever be jealous if Jungkook were to see the two of you together. "I hardly doubt you need me to make Jieun jealous. There are plenty of other girls waiting in line," you advised him before turning around to take off again.

When the door opened, Jieun walked hand in hand with Park Jimin. You assumed she cheated on Jungkook with him. You didn't understand the allure; he was cute, but he wasn't Jeon Jungkook; to each their own, you suppose.

Your eyes narrowed at her, nostrils flared, ready to take her down--but again, why? You didn't know her, and you didn't know Jungkook. All you knew was that she cheated on him, and that pissed you off.

So you did what needed to be done. You returned to Jungkook and placed your lips on his, reaching up on your tiptoes. He took a moment to realize what was going on, but he returned the kiss, his soft, moisturized lips entwining with yours. You both tilted your heads to deepen the kiss, his free hand cupping your cheek and your hand drawing his waist closer to you. You drew away from Jungkook once you felt Jieun's presence had faded as if she had seen enough to make her jealous.

The warm fuzzy feeling in your chest began to dissipate into embarrassment. Did you just kiss Jeon Jungkook in front of his ex-girlfriend in the middle of a crowded party? You didn't even have much to drink, but you felt like you would be sick.

"I'm--so sorry, Jungkook."

✨next - Part 2

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[foreverdolly]

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: you’re hoping to make a good impression on your new boss. there’s just one problem: he’s an asshole. a very hot asshole.

pairings: boss!austin x employee!reader

word count: 2.2k

warning/notes: you guys have begged for more fake dating, so here it is. the beginning of what will be the end. this love story is adorable, and their dynamic is my absolute favorite. can't wait to post part three in the next week.

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“Well I heard he’s quite the looker.” Sophia mumbled under her breath, practically jogging to keep up with your long strides. The last thing you wanted was to be late for the big floor meeting, especially since you were about to be introduced to your new boss. That would be the icing on the shitty cake. Still, you refused to let this morning's parking ticket ruin your good mood. 

“Who said that? Nobody aside from Jeff has seen him, and that was only to finalize his paperwork.” One of the plant's leaves slapped you in the face as you began climbing the stairs, and with a groan you tucked the pot a little closer to your side, freeing up your vision so that you wouldn’t fall forward and bust your ass. You had picked up a little welcome gift for the newbie last night during your trip to the grocery store. It was only once you had gotten home that you realized that the plant didn’t have any plastic marker that stated its “preferences”. You hoped your newfound boss wouldn’t mind doing some googling in order to take care of his new greenery. Thankfully the man would be getting one of the nicer offices, which meant he’d have window space. 

“Martha from the first floor. She greeted him last week when he ran by to sign some papers.” Sophia was already out of breath from quickly climbing the stairs, muttering a few curse words as she tried to keep up with you and your fast pace. 

Martha was also a fifty year old crazy cat lady, so her saying that the mystery man was “handsome” meant nothing to you. If anything you were even more suspect about his good looks than you had been before. You let out a breathy laugh, freeing up one of your hands to open up the door for your best friend. 

“Martha also thinks that the mail delivery guy is a “looker”, and that guy has a receding hairline and buck teeth.” You were quick to fire back. 

Sophia looked like she wanted to argue, but stopped herself, a thoughtful look befalling her face. “Yeah. . . no, you’re totally right. Why didn’t I think of that? He’s probably going to have two heads.” 

You laughed loudly at that, turning to face your best friend as you continued the familiar walk to the conference room. “He’s probably bald- oof!” You grunted as you walked into a solid chest, the potted plant nearly flying out of your grasp. 

The person that you bumped into moved lightening fast, strong arms coming to wrap around both the pot and your arms. A little bit of dirt fell on the ground, and as you stared down at it you began to feel sorry for Javie, the janitor. You loved that tiny man. Behind you Sophia sucked in a breath, though you were too embarrassed to really pay attention to anything else other than the stranger’s dirt covered sleeve. You reached out, brushing off their nice- very expensive- blazer. 

“God, I should have been paying better attention to where I was walking. I’m so sorry.” You apologized, looking up at who you thought was Jeff. 

Because this person was practically a giant compared to most of the people on this floor, and the outfit and shoes? That was at least two months worth of your pay- if not more. Designer, no doubt. When you looked up, rather than meeting Jeff’s familiar brown eyes- you were met with blue. 

And there he was, in all of his glory. Him being “quite the looker” was the understatement of the century. This man was a model. His wire rimmed glasses did nothing to make him look boyish. The stranger in front of you was all man. For a few seconds all the two of you did was stare at each other. The blonde looked just as stunned as you did, his plush lips softly parted, eyes wide as he took in your features. After a moment he cleared his throat, his jaw clenching as he must have realized that the two of you were blocking hallway traffic, his hands still firmly wrapped around you. 

“We’re about to be late for the meeting.” He took a step back, and the loss of his firm grip on your arm nearly took your breath away.

Within seconds his warm, even soft blue eyes had hardened, his outwardly caring exterior turning ice cold. You tossed a look behind you at Sophia, dropping your jaw animatedly only for her to see before moving quickly to fall in step next to your new boss. “I’m so sorry about your blazer. I’ll pay for the dry cleaning-” 

He was already unbuttoning the soiled jacket, shrugging it off of his broad shoulders so that he was only standing in his crisp button up shirt and tie. His waist was narrow, accentuated by his belt. You could tell he was fit underneath all of those clothes. You hated yourself for it, but you were practically drooling. 

“Don’t worry about it. Just work hard for me from now on and we’ll call it even. Yeah?” He cut his eyes over towards you, and though you wanted to shrink under his gaze you merely held your head high and nodded. You were above outwardly fawning over the new guy. 

You weren’t, however, above silently crushing from afar. 

The man commanded the room unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Everything about his posture, his broad shoulders, and the surety of his actions told you that he meant business. Everybody stayed mostly silent as he introduced himself. Austin Butler. He looked like an Austin, you supposed. As he spoke you tried to rearrange the dirt in the pot with your fingers, smoothing it out so that it no longer looked ruined. The card in your purse suddenly seemed like overkill. You wanted him to think that you were nice, not a kiss ass. Then again, you needed to fix the horrible impression you had no doubt left him with earlier. He breezed out of the room the second that he was finished with the meeting, seemingly in a hurry to rid himself of the crowded room. Jeff was nowhere to be seen, but he had sent you an email earlier stating that he might be late coming back from lunch. His wife was out of town and their beloved cat, Mr Samson, hadn’t been eating well over the last week. You stood up, addressing the room with a bright smile. 

“Alright everyone, Jeff is going to be busy for the rest of the day, meaning you’ll either report directly to me or Mr Butler. Jenna? Can you drop by my cubicle before you leave today? I’ve got that Henderson file for you.” The blonde nodded, lazily joining the crowd as they dispersed out of the room. For a second you stood at the head of the long table, your eyes nervously darting back over to Sophia. 

“Thank god I work the payroll. I’d probably have a heart attack if I had to talk to Austin every day.” She mumbled, pretending to fan herself. 

You grabbed the plant off of the table, straightening out your shoulders as you walked over towards the door. “Well- let’s just hope that I didn’t fuck it up already. The last thing I need is for the guy to hate me.” 

You waved your goodbyes before heading straight towards the once unoccupied office. There were a few boxes on the floor, but there weren’t any decorations up yet. No pictures of wives or children, which you hoped meant that he was single. Not like you wanted to date him. . . just ogle from afar. You knocked on the open door, ducking your head in to shoot him one of your dazzling smiles. It usually worked on everyone. Almost everyone. Austin didn’t smile back. 

Your heart rate began to pick up as you held the plant up, giving it a gentle shake before placing it on the edge of his spotless desk. 

“It’s a little bit ironic, but I bought this for you. Consider it a welcome gift from me and my team.” Before he could say anything else, you were already digging into your purse, handing over the card too. 

He slowly took it from you, shooting you an incredulous look before opening it. You weren’t sure why. . . but his standoffish attitude was rubbing you the wrong way. Maybe it was the fact that he was outwardly perfect. You should have expected him to be rude. Pretty people are often rotten on the inside. You cleared your throat, pointing at the card. 

“Just a few words of encouragement. I thought it might make you feel a little more comfortable around all of these new faces. If you ever nee-” 

And then he did it. Did this thing. 

He sighed. He sighed like you were bothering him. Like your presence was a nuisance. Your face fell, your teeth clenched, and all at once you decided that you couldn’t stand Austin Butler. He was blowing you off. Shrugging off your kind gestures. Your unnecessarily kind gestures. Your hands balled up into fists at your sides as you tried to fight off the urge to slap the glasses right off of his pretty-boy face. 

“I’m not trying to be rude, but I’m really busy at the moment.” He was cool guying you. He was totally fucking cool guying you right now. 

“Oh,” Your voice had lowered an octave, shaking with anger. He seemed to notice, his eyes quickly flickering up to meet your face. “I can see that I came at the wrong time.”

You started to walk out of the office, flinching back slightly as you saw Jeff headed towards you with a bright smile. You were heatedly walking off in the direction of your cubicle before the older man could say anything to you. 

It was decided. Set in stone. 

You hated Austin Butler with a passion. 

“Well, what was that about?” Jeff closed the door behind him, nodding off in the direction of the female. 

Austin read over the name again and again, signed in her adorable handwriting. He let out another sigh, tossing the card down onto his desk before he covered his face with his hands. 

“I don’t know. I panicked. Shit, now she thinks I’m an asshole.” His office chair creaked as he leaned back, praying that the floor would swallow him up. 

He had been so overwhelmed in the meeting. He probably came off as cold, which was exactly what he didn’t want to do. His anxiety had gotten the best of him today, and you were proof. Because he had seen you in the hall before you bumped into him. He could have prevented all of that from happening. And how could he not see you? He had been so focused on your button up blouse and form fitting pencil skirt that he had forgotten how to function. And then he learns that not only are you working on the same floor, but working directly under him. Meaning that he would have to talk to you. Every day. Austin didn’t do crushes. He was a workaholic. He was the king of heating up leftovers and eating alone every night. He was too busy for relationships, so it shouldn’t matter that the prettiest girl he had ever seen was just a stone's throw away from him. Right? Right? 

“Well, you’re screwed now.” Jeff smiled smugly, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the door. 

Austin’s heart jumped up to his throat, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a sentence. He looked like an idiot. 

“W-What do you mean? I’m screwed? Do you think she hates me? Already?” 

Jeff opened the door a crack, peeking his head out. Austin was quick to stand up from his desk, joining him by the door. And there you were, tossing your purse onto your desk like the inanimate object had personally offended you. He had the perfect view of you from his office. He was doomed. Jeff watched her for a few more seconds before clicking his tongue. 

“. . . Oh, definitely.” 

Austin tore the glasses off of his face, tossing them down onto his desk so that he could rub at his eyes exasperatedly. 

“How do I fix it? God. . . Should I go out there right now?” Austin motioned towards the door with one hand, loosening his tie with the other. It felt like it was choking him. 

“Take her out on a date.” Jeff was smiling smugly again, shaking his head in pretend disapproval. “I can’t believe you already offended the most hot headed female that I’ve ever met. I was gone for an hour.” 

Austin sucked in a breath, his knees buckling underneath him. He had to lean against the desk for support. “I’m not going to take her on a date. I’m her boss, Jeff.” The younger male practically gasped. 

Jeff opened the door, leaving the boy with some parting words.  “I wasn’t born yesterday, Butler. I give it. . . six months. You’ll see.”

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[mae-gi-writes]

A TURN OF PRIORITIES . PART 1 | BANG CHAN

Synopsis: What happens when you and Bang Chan decide to fake a relationship for the sake of making your ex-boyfriend jealous? A turn of priorities, that's what.

Genre: fakedating au! Bestfriend geeky, dorky chan x popular f!reader, stereotypical, fluff, a bit of angst

PART ONE . PART TWO

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It always amazes how quickly people seem to move on from love, or relationships, in general.

That’s the reason why you’ve been staring down a certain quarterback since the start of the soccer semi-finals in honor of the College cup being hosted around the country for all universities.

It’s seven on a Tuesday evening and rain is drizzling over the bleachers, onto the people, and getting into your hair. The hair that you’ve wasted thirty minutes straightening, only to have it frizz up with that sort of moisture. It’s almost impossible to tame it down. It’s got a life of its own.

As if that helps with the sudden overload of problems getting stacked up in a pile a mile high right before your eyes. Your ex-boyfriend, looking as gorgeous as ever and providing his constant lip service to his fans, now has his arms wrapped around one of the cheerleaders whom he’d claimed only weeks before as “just friends and nothing more.”

Ha. What a joke. You were the joke.

Tears burnt at the back of your eyes and you have to look away, blinking angrily into nothingness as your eyes struggle to glaze over with emotion. You can’t lose your cool. Not here. Not now. After all, it’s bad enough everyone on campus got to witness your break-up in a manner reminiscent of that of a pop-star’s, what with Lee Minho walking away from you as if he’d never had a care in his world and that he couldn’t care less how much of an asshole he seemed to be in that very moment he’d decided to dump your sorry ass.

“Got a place for me?”

Turning and quickly rubbing at your eyes with your coat sleeve, you catch sight of your best friend — as geeky as usual — struggling to hold two popcorn bags, a hotdog, and diet coke bottles, his glasses slightly askew and looking like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Did you just wake up?” You can’t hide your horror at his choice of attire. A bedraggled shirt wrinkled in too many places to count, grey sweatpants and jogging shoes that seemed to have seen better days. He just grins bashfully in response, handing you the popcorn before he pushes through the throng of people to get to your seats.

“Sorry. I completely forgot the time,” he pushed his glasses up using his elbow. Setting down the coke as he takes his seat, he doesn’t hesitate to bite into his hot dog, moaning in bliss as he does so, “damn, hot dogs sold at soccer games are the best. There’s just no way you can beat that.”

“It’s just a hot dog.”

“Yeah," he looks at you, offended, "but it’s sold at a soccer game.”

“And?”

“And that automatically enhances its taste, no questions asked.”

You shake your head, though it’s impossible to hide the smile growing on your lips, “you’re an idiot, Bang Chan.”

"And you, my dear friend Y/N, should start living a little," Chan leans forward in his seat then, an overexcited pup as the whistle signals the start of the game, "what are the chances of us winning this time?"

You roll your eyes, "I don't know. I don't care."

"You don't care because your Ex is playing," he points out, "so you'd want him to lose, ideally."

"In all honesty? Yes."

He chuckles and takes another bite of his hot dog, "always the pessimist."

At your age, it's surprising that you and Bang Chan have stayed friends all throughout your middle and high school years. Friends come and go, drift off when your interests and priorities changw in life. Yet, somehow, Bang Chan had always seemed to be present and everlasting. He's the harbour which you float back to when you feel lost out at sea despite being complete polar opposites.

It's an understatement to say that your friends dislike Chan. They don't dislike him per say. They just don't understand him.

"What do you have to talk about with this guy, Y/N?" They would snigger amongst themselves whenever he'd drift away to get some more food, "he's weird."

"He still reads comic books."

"And looks up marine animals in his free time."

"What's wrong with marine animals?" You can't help but ask at the absurdity of their questions, "I like dogs. So what?"

"Yeah but you're not like, obsessed with them," one of your friend wrinkles her nose like she's smelling something disgusting, "and plus, he's so awkward. I can't stand the way he makea eye contact with me every time we spend more than five seconds together."

Maybe it is the fact that you've known Chan forever that silence with him doesn't bother you the slightest. It's been routine for the past few years after all, with him doing his own thing and you lost in your own world.

"Oh! Score!" Chan suddenly jumps up aa the board blinks like crazy and the crowd roars. The speakers boom out with the MC's voice:

"Aaaand it's a score for the Riverland Snakes! It's now one to zero folks and what a beautiful start to the first college league game!"

Cheerleaders deploy across the field like a pack of hyenas in bright clothing, screaming out each player's name between their kicks and summersaults.

Your gaze catches your ex-boyfriend's figure across the field and it's no surprise he's all smiles.

"I thought you said our first opponent was good," you lean in to whisper into Chan's ear.

"Well yeah but maybe they're having an off season or something," he shrugs, "who knows?"

Indeed. As the Riverland Snakes keep on scoring goal after goal with minimal, the more your heart drops in your chest like someone just punched you. It stings and the hatred, all the loathing, seems to pour out of you in waves.

You hate this.

You hate being here.

Another goal for the Riverland Snakes. Another score that gathers a loud cheer.

A goal for the Thundering Tigers.

2-1.

And then, the whistle. Signalling the end of the match.

You don't want to watch. But you do, eyes raking over Minho's figure as he runs to his teammates and gathers them up in a ceremonial hug while the rest of the crowd pulses forward like an army of ants. Thre excitement buzzes in the air, overlapped with joy pulsing through Riverland students and it's too much, too much that you turn to Chan to tell him you're leaving--

Only to see Minho wrapping his arms around a girl.

Not just another girl. A friend. Your friend.

Her dyed auburn curls are shining, her head thrown back in laughter as Minho easily picks her up and gives her a twirl.

Then they kiss. And you feel like your entire world falls apart.

————-

“You can’t hide forever.”

You bury your head even deeper into the covers, snuggling into your pillow in hopes that Chan’s voice disappears at some point. This is how you’ve spent the last four days, rolling around in bed and barely cooking yourself anything, showering only when you need to, going to the toilet only when you need to. For the rest of the time, your eyes are glued to the ceiling. Numb. Filled with thoughts about where this possibly went wrong. And why, why out of all people, had he decided that it had to be her?

“Y/N,” Chan sighs on the other side of the door. Screw it. You wish you hadn’t given him the spare keys to your apartment. Back then it had sounded like a good idea, Chan being responsible and all, “you can’t hide in there forever.”

You turn away from the door, groaning.

Maybe if you ignore him he’ll go away. That’s what you’ve been doing all this time after all. He hadn’t had the bravery to break these boundaries yet.

“Y/N, I’m warning you. I’ll open the door if you don’t answer.”

Ha. As if. You don’t believe a word he says. You huff a little to yourself.

“Alright then.”

And the door is flung open. Yelping in shock, you bound up from your bed to look at the doorway where Chan stands, his hands filled with grocery bags with an expression that doesn’t seem all too impressed. As if on instinct, your body curls in on itself and you tug the blanket up to your chin, shrieking, “I didn’t say you could come in!”

“Well you weren’t answering so I had to check if you were still alive in there,” he says without missing a beat. One would think that Chan’s the kind of guy to be completely comfortable in just waltzing into a girl’s room, but his ears are flushed red, as is his neck. And he avoids making eye contact with you. Instead, he focuses on rummaging through the bags like it’s his sole mission, “I bought you food, snacks, toiletries if you needed them. Wasn’t sure what you were missing since you’ve been ignoring me all this time—“

“I really can’t do this right now,” you flop down on your bed and turn away from him.

“Are you sure? I brought you a donut.”

You freeze in mid-roll. Donuts. That sounds nice. You’ve always had a thing for donuts. The glaze, the chocolate filling inside, the crispy softness of the dough…that’s enough to make your mouth water.

No. You’re not to fall for his stupid plan.

“I don’t want your stupid donut,” you mutter half-heartedly.

“Are you sure?” You feel the bed dipping underneath Chan’s weight as he sits on the edge. There’s an amused tilt to his voice, “I bought the one from Krispy Kreme, the double chocolate one with chocolate filling. It’s even got those little nuts on it and a caramel glaze—“

The blanket is jerked off as you swivel around to face him, “fine, fine! You win! Where is it?”

Chan barks out in laughter while he hands you the packet and you don’t hesitate to rip it from his grip, inhaling the sweetness of the donut. You take a huge bite out of it and a burst of chocolate and caramel flavor spread across your tongue in delight.

You moan, “this is so worth seeing your face.”

“I’m not sure I should take that as a compliment.”

“It’s not,” you swallow and take another bite. The nut crunches and mixes in with the amazing chocolate filling that oozes along your tastebuds. Chan, meanwhile, is gazing up at you with fondness in his eyes. He’s always looking at you like that, especially when you’re eating donuts. He says there’s something that is really satisfying about watching you enjoy your food. Maybe it’s because you’re never that keen on food unless it’s sweet and bad for your health.

“How are you?” He ventures after some time.

You snort to hide the sadness that suddenly comes seeping in, “how do you think I am?”

“Horrible, from what I’m seeing.”

“Exactly.”

“I just don’t understand,” something catches in your throat. Your eyes sting, burning, “I thought she was my friend. I thought he loved me. It just sucks.”

“Yeah,” Chan mumbles back, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You try to laugh, though it sounds hollow, “you didn’t do anything. It’s not your fault.”

As much as you initially hate the fact that Chan has managed to infiltrate into your house without warning, you have to admit it feels nice to have his company around. He volunteers to cook you lunch and shoves you into the bathroom while he puts your laundry into the washing machine. You spend that time scrubbing down your body and giving your hair a nice wash until your scalp is red and your mirror has fogged up. Towelling your hair dry and putting on some fresh clothes does make you feel marginally better, and when you pad out into the kitchen your stomach rumbles as the smell of bacon and eggs waft through the air.

“Breakfast is ready,” Chan grins at you, “you look like you’ve just revived from the walking dead.”

“Thanks. And you should stop commenting on my appearance. You know girls are sensitive to this kind of shit?”

He whacks you with his oven mitten, “stop being so vulgar.”

The rest of the day is spent lounging in the living room and binge-watching the series of Stranger Things that for some reason, has Chan really addicted. You’re not quite certain why he loves it so much, but you endure through it anyway, knowing that the distraction is good to keep your mind off things that would make you cry and break stuff otherwise.

But at some point during the afternoon, you find yourself re-thinking about all the things that could’ve gone wrong. Is it something to do with the way you loved talking things out instantly instead of just brushing them aside? What had Minho found in her that he couldn’t find in you? And why…why did she decide to go behind your back? The betrayal hurts more than the actual break-up.

Chan encourages you to come back to school the next day and you reluctantly agree after some persuasion that you’ll grab some more donuts after your last lecture. That motivation doesn’t last very long. It’s hard just to put one foot in front of the other, and you’re barely out of the house. Every step hurts your pride, makes your heart shrink even smaller inside your chest, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

The world, however, seems to love conspiring against you. That comes into the form of the one who'd been kissing your ex just a few days ago.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Lee Minji slots an arm through yours as you walk to your computer science lecture.

You shrug her off like she's the plague, glaring at her, "what do you think you're doing?"

"What?" She laughs, "Y/N, it's not like I committed a crime or anything--"

"He's my boyfriend!" You burst out.

"He was your boyfriend."

For a minute, all you can do is stare each other down.

Anger bubbles through you, burning your insides.

"I can't believe you," you grovel out through gritted teeth, "you--I thought you were my friend."

"I am! It's just--things happen Y/N, I can't control who I fall in love with," guilt washes across Minji's festures as she reaches for your arm once more, "please, can we just talk it over?"

You want to. You really do want to hug her and cry it out, and then everything will be fine and normal again. But just the thought of her and Minho together has you wrenching out your arm in disgust.

"Get the fuck out of my face," you snarl out.

Then, before she can say anything else, you're whipping around and walking away as your heart collapses.

You barely make it to the end of the road before you lean over and break down crying.

-----

"Just do it," you hiss at Chan, aware of his fluttering hands at your waist, the hitch in his breath, the way he tries avoiding your eyes.

You're in the middle of the dance floor in the university gym, streamers of white and blue adorning the ceiling as couples sway along to the romantic music booming through speakers that have seen better days.

Never in your right mind would you have made it to this kind of ball. It's not your thing. But all of that had changed a few days ago when an idea had popped up.

"You want me to what?" Chan's mouth had opened in shock at your suggestion, which you'd merely ignored.

It had been on impulse to attend the celebratory dinner organized by the football team. But your pride couldn't let it go; that Minho and Minji would spend the entire evening cuddling without remorse?

My ass they will, is what you thought.

Which is why you dragged Chan along for the ride despite his initial reluctance, grumbling all the way into the parking lot. He'd kept on insisting how bad of an idea it was, which merely spurred on your intent even more. To find Minho and make him regret having walked away from you.

That is how you find yourself attached to Chan, pressing yourself against him as if your life depends on it when you notice Minho lingering by the doorway with his friends, his profile leaning towards the dance floor so that you're in his full peripheral view if he merely moves his gaze up.

"Just hold me," you hiss at him through gritted teeth, pushing yourself even closer if that's possible.

There's a slight hesitation before Chan's arms wrap around your frame. Your nose brushes against his nape, causing you to get a whiff of his boyish odour mixed with deodorant. It feels nice, not completely comfortable, but nice.

In the background, you hear the music switch to a softer groove, a slow orchestra accompanied by a deep tenor.

I've never been the type

I've never fed a line in my life

The music pulses, echoes through the crowd like a magic spell and for a minute, you allow your head to fall onto Chan's shoulder as your feet shuffle to the beat.

Let's be squares in a round world,

Let's be squares in a round world, baby

Let's be squares in a round world,

Let's be squares in a round world,

"Is he even looking?" Chan mumbles into your ear.

You spare them a glance but it's too dark to tell, "it's fine. Just make as if you're saying something very funny," and then, you throw your head back to laugh aloud, "HAHAHA! How funny Chan!"

"Shhh!" Chan shields your body, pivoting you around so that his body shields yours, "you are so embarrassing."

You don't have to see him to know he's blushing down to his toes, "I'm trying to stay in character."

"I'm never coming to help you ever again."

"Nobody cares Chan, it's fine."

The music ends and he's quick to drag you off with the exvuse that he's thirsty, and while he's away finding you drinks, your eyes impulsively find Minho's across the dance floor.

Something flashes in his eyes when he notices you, something unreadable, and then he looks away as if embarrassed.

Embarrassed...by what? By the fact that he's now shoving his tongue down your friend's throat? Or that he can't stand the thought of seeing you with another guy?

"Hey," a cup presses against your cheek. You turn your head to find Chan, grabbing the cup from him as he settles upon the bleachers beside you.

"Thanks," you say, "and not just for the juice."

"You owe me. Big time."

"I know."

"Do you think it worked?"

"What?" You raise a brow.

"Do you think you managed to rile him up?" Chan glances over in Minho's direction. The latter is flankes by Minji and two other guys engaged in conversation.

Something in your heart tightens at the way her hand is lingering along his forearm.

Pressing your lips, you allow your gaze to tear away before it causes any more damage, "I don't know," you confess softly, "I don't know whether it's hurting me more."

He makes a sound of acknowledgement. Your hesrt squeezes tightly in your chest, eyes stinging with sudden tears.

"I--I need to go," you murmur, already striding towards the exit as Chan scrambles after you, "wait, Y/N--"

You don't listen. You don't want to.

You can't.

It hurts too much.

---

"Congratulations!"

Those are the words flung in your face the moment you step into the dining hall. Minji stands, lunch bag in hand and a huge grin dancing along her lips as if your argument had never occurred in the first place.

You blink, knowing that you should still be mad at her. Then brush past her to find a free table.

She follows, not deterred by your coldness, "I didn't know Chan was your type. You guys seem so cute together though."

"What?" You turn in surprise, and her smile widens, "I knew it! It's true! You are going out with Chan!"

A bit perplexed by her train of thought, you scramble for a coherent response and blurt out without thinking, "yeah. Yeah I am," your voice is still cold, "why? You're going to steal him too?"

You feel like kicking yourself when her face falls and hurt replaces it.

"I'm sorry," you mutter, averting your gaze and sitting down at the table, "it's just--"

"I understand," she cuts you off, takes a seat right next to you. The kindness radiating from her is so overpowering you don't have the strength to push her away, "i'm sorry, Y/N. I never wanted it to be like this. Trust me, Minho feels the same."

"Yeah, sure."

A weird ache settles in your chest as you eat with Minji and talk of stuff that you don't really care about. She's being extra careful to please you and you can feel her guilt glimmering through every glance she sends your way. But though you want to be mean, you want her to suffer, you find that you don't have the heart to.

"Oh! I have chem next," she quickly packs up her bag and you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. God, you're glad this is over.

You watch as she slings her backpack over her shoulder, sends you another shy smile and says, "see you after? Maybe?"

"Uhm..."

"How about coffee? From Paul's?"

The look on her face deflates the anger in you. You find you cannot say no, "I'm--"

"Please, Y/N."

Biting your lip, you mumble your agreement.

The smile she sends your way is dazzling. Almost too much.

Sometimes, you wonder whether you're just too nice for your own good. Or whether you're just plain stupid.

In any case, things just get progressively worse throughout the day; you're stopped countless times either to be congratulated about your newfound relationship, or asked whether the rumours about you and Chan are true. You confirm their suspicions, though quite unsure how that newfound information should evolve. You decide to scurry towards Chan's flat the moment your last lecture ends.

"Ah you've heard?" He asks the moment you step into his mini foyer. He's just bathed, now drying off his wet strands using his towel, "the entire school is raving about it."

Checking your inbox and noticing the spam messages from your friends confirm his assumptions.

"Right, well," you settle at his table, munching from his already-open crisps packet as you cross your feet, "at least we know Minho's aware of it."

"Uhuh," Chan pulls out the lasagna from the oven, his dinner for the night. Yours too, now, "we need to talk."

"About?" You raise a brow.

"If we're going to fake date to make Minho jealous, we should have a plan."

"Okay," you drag the word out, "and what exactly are you implying?"

"We don't have to act like a couple unless he's around," Chan starts ticking things off his fingers, glasses sliding along the tip of his nose as he does so, "I'm not comfy with PDA so if we keep it minimal, that would be best--"

"You're such a wuss."

"Shut up," he snaps, "do you want to make him jealous or not?"

"Fine fine," you wave at him to continue and he serves you a portion. It's unconscious and natural, since you're always pigging out on his food, "anything else?"

"I particularly don't enjoy hand-holding. So if we could find an alternative--"

"You can't be serious," your laughter stops midway upon noticing that he's not laughing with you, "it's just hand-holding!"

"I don't like it. It makes me nervous."

"Alright," you roll your eyes, "keep going."

"No kisses. Arm around shoulders or neck is fine, but that's it. No pet names 'cause that's embarrassing, and please, please don't make me go to this horrid campus parties that your friends are obsesses with."

"Jeez," you let out a whoosh of air, "no wonder people don't want to hang out with you. Are you just as weird with them?"

"I call them boundaries. They're healthy and they make me feel good."

"Sure, whatever babe."

He flushes, swats at you like you're an annoying insect, "I said no pet names!"

"Aw bunny, look how cute you are being embarrassed and all."

Your laughter merely erupts tenfold the redder he becomes, mumbling to himself why he's even trying to help you out when you're doing nothing o help him back. It's clear though, that he's got a soft spot for you. Chan always has, especially when you need him.

You really hope that this fake-dating works out. The quicker the better. Just enough that it makes Minho realize his mistake.

"How long do you think it'll take for him to cave in?" Chan asks as if he's just read your mind.

"As long as it takes."

You really hope it's sooner rather than later.

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A/N: Part 2 will be up after this so don't forget to stay tuned and let me know if you wanna be added to the masterlist! Not sure how many parts there will be yet (maybe the 2nd part is the final hehe) but we'll see. Thank you so much as always, for reading my words and connecting with me, a part of myself xx

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[earlgreytea68]

Advent Drabble 8 - Fake Dating

For anonymous.

“I think,” says Eames, “that it’s very important that we pretend to be dating.”

Arthur stares at him. “What? Why?”

“I think the mark will be more likely to trust us if he thinks we’re madly in love with each other.”

“Why?” Arthur asks again.

“People who are obviously beloved by wonderful people—” Eames indicates himself—“are considered by strangers to be more trustworthy than frowny, uptight people on their own. Studies show this.”

“What studies?”

“Lots of studies. Stop quarrelling, darling, and hold my hand, quick before the mark concludes that you’re frowny and uptight and not beloved.”

#advent drabble #fake dating #anonymous #inception #arthur x eames

[elevenharbor]

first date (ch. 6)

midnight bribe, moonlight bride (22975 words) by elevenharbor Chapters: 6/? Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru, Higurashi Kagome & Sesshoumaru Summary: when bribes turn into something more, what is a girl to do next? Deal with the devil himself, of course!

Sorry this took over a year to update. It took a lot of effort and lots and lots of k-dramas, c-dramas, and webtoons inspiration to actually light a fire up my ass and finish this chapter. So I apologize for the long wait. And thank you to those who are still reading this story. 

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[punk-in-docs]

🎃Trick? or Treat?🎃

Summary: Eddie’s friends don’t actually believe you’re really dating him, and they require some proof. Cause no way has the freak scored a girl like you- 3k- a dirty funky little drabble really…

Reader is related to my Eddie Series. Come take a look-

“There is no way. There’s just no way.” Dustin piped up. Dismissing it with a shake of his curly head.

“Agreed.” Mike pitched in, solidly. “I don’t buy it.”

They’re talking to each other like you aren’t even there.

“It’s gotta be a set up.” Comes Gareth’s opinion. Nodding as he points his fork at Mike. A wedge of yellow fruit speared on the end.

“A bet right?” Says Jeff. Crossing his arms and eyeing you up, like he’s waiting for the punchline.

You were currently sat at the Hellfire table, so dubbed the freaks’ spot by the jocks, in the canteen.

It was Fall. Inside there were paper streamers looped about the walls in twisting orange and black. Cardboard cut-out Jack-o-lanterns and skulls sneer from the walls.

Outside was a mucky amalgamation of Indiana Fall. Bone chilling rain and sticky brown-gold leaves, that had come off the trees days earlier. The huge windows in here misty muggy and smeared condensation with rain knifing down the glass the other side. The sky is dark grey, all bruised, and heaving with chowder thick clouds.

Droopy paper halloween decorations are tacked everywhere in this space that smells like stale pepperoni pizza. Hand made felt tip posters are tacked up on every surface for the ‘Fright Night’ party happening in the gym.

Now you were looking down the table at five very concerned faces. All of whom were waiting for you to spill the truth.

Quite frankly, they’re all looking at you like you’re Judas Iscariot at a disciples reunion.

Your eyes darted around from person to person.

They don’t believe you exist. They can’t believe it.

They cannot buy that you’re dating the curly haired scarecrow that is their metal headed Hellfire Leader. Your Eddie.

Who at this moment had dashed out in the rain to the parking lot with his black hoodie yanked over his wild hair, cause he left his lighter in his van.

And cause you’d left your chapstick in there in the glove compartment. And well, he did offer to retrieve it for you. Such a Prince.

“What part of are you guys having trouble understanding?” You ask as you reach in your bag for your book, and your brown paper bag of home made lunch. Chicken salad sandwich and a bag of chips. Extra large portions. You knew who would be stealing half your lunch.

Your chunky blue sweater slides off one shoulder. Revealing a lilac bra strap and a definite indication of a grape-purple hickie nestled in the crook your neck. The mystery continues.

“It’s gotta be fake. You’re like, dating a jock or something, aren’t you?” Jeff narrows his eyes at you like you’re a suspect.

Your gaze is packed in snow. Something razor cold skimmed off the Arctic Ocean.

“I take offence at that, dweeb.” You lob your eraser at his head.

That move is eerily similar to… someone else.

You hold your hand out, palm up to him, with a thundering frown. He throws your pink eraser back.

“But you’re-“ Mike starts. Then his tongue stunts itself.

You pause. Brows shooting up your head.

“I’m what, Wheeler?” Your tone invites him to think very carefully about his next words.

“You’re a girl.” He splutters.

“Hey. Only on the outside, kid.” You wink and click your tongue at him. Grinning. Widening your eyes. You learnt that from someone else too. The Kubrick stare.

“No- you’re, like. You’re a girl, girl. Like, you’re popular and. Normal? You get good grades. You’re friends with Jonny Lopez’ girlfriend. You’re going to like, a big league college.”

“I wouldn’t say popular. And we’re not entirely like friends. She just sort of bitches at me, and I occasionally give her a ride to school.” You shrug honestly.

“And hey excuse me, I’m not normal.” You point out. “I was reliably told this was the table that celebrates being ‘not normal’ anyhow.” you curl your fingers with air quotes.

They shrink down a little with that point. “Well yeah- actually.” and a chorus of shuffles, awkward coughs, and agreeing grunts comes your way.

“Good. Cause if I wanted to be ordinary I’d go sit at that table over there.” You nudge your head across the way where Jonny and Linda are sitting.

He’s telling some stupid macho story about a keg party to his fellow guffawing gorillas. She was busy chewing gum, not listening and painting her nails slutty cherry red.

“Did he pay you to do this?” Dustin asks. “Like $20 bucks if you come sit over here and prank the nerds.”

You slowly crunch a chip on your tongue and shoot him a spiky look. “Careful, Henderson.”

“Who paid who, to what, to the nerds?” Bursts a new voice into the conversation.

Quite possibly your favourite voice ever.

Eddie thumps himself down on his throne at the end of the table. Nudges his chair right up close to yours.

He’s flicking rain drips off his hoodie, some beaded down his leather arms. Some still clung to his big dark doe lashes and his messy bangs now growing wonkily down into his eyes. You’d seen him loping into the trailer bathroom the other day with a cigarette on the go, and a pair of scissors to just whack at those bangs. Messy as fuck.

A few rolling rain drips are still skating down his forehead. Soggy black sleeves nudge your chapstick into your palm on the table. He shakes off the rain like a wet dog.

Eddie drops a kiss on your head. A soft “Mwah” before he takes his seat. His hair hanging on your nose smelling like your dreamy coconut conditioner, because he’d spent the night at yours last night.

Neither of you got much sleep, naturally. You were sore in places you didn’t know could be sore. That boy was a sexual menace.

“Dude. We were just talking about your not girlfriend here.” Gareth pointed out. Jeff was deciding to take a cowardly out and hide behind a comic book.

Eddie tilts his head at the guy. Winding his cold knuckles through yours. Right there on the table top. Skin chilled from the rain.

“Is that a challenge in that sentence I’m hearing?” He asks with a stormy edge to his expression.

Eddies gaze could be lethal if he willed it to be. Shredding metal he could cut you on. These geeks rarely wanted to be in the ireful wrath of their leader’s disapproval.

“There’s no way you’re dating! It’s a hoax!” Dustin exclaims, loud. Laying his hands on the table in emphasis. Almost rising out his seat.

Eddie flicks those dark eyes to his curly haired companion.

“Alright punk. What about this are you struggling to get through your little head?” He barks out.

“How about, I don’t know, all of it. The fact she’s sat eating here. The fact you’re supposedly dating…” Sinclair lays out.

“Stop putting adverbs and negatives before the word dating.” You scowl at them.

Eddie chuckles, sneers and slings an arm around your shoulders. Looping you right close to him. You’re munching your lunch and smiling as he brings you in closer.

“Is it cause I’m so hot and so so way out of her little arty girl indie state league? I know. Poor baby girl, she can’t help that.” He coos.

You twist your head and his smirk is right there. Would be a shame not to kiss it. You lean in and peck him on the mouth sweetly.

When you pull away the pair of you take great delight in the shock still on their faces.

Eddie nuzzles his nose into your neck to make you squirm. Then he sits there with his chin on your shoulder. Opening his mouth like a little baby bird when he wants you to feed him chips. You do and he bites and sucks on the salty ends of your fingers.

“Seriously Henderson, You couldn’t shell out the amount of money required to fake constantly wrangling this one’s humungous ego.” You pat Eddie’s cheek three times.

“Not the only humungous thing she has to wrangle.” Eddie leers. Does that curling devil tongue at you. Tries to shove his tongue in your ear. You laugh and bat him away.

“No. No. Gross.” Says Mike. Shaking his shaggy head.

“….Plus serious compensation would be required for anyone to sleep in his flea pit of a bedroom.” You tell. Eyes turned down towards your book.

Eddie reached over you with his free hand and pawed at your chip packet for more. Scooped up your sandwich and stole a bite. Extra crispy bacon. Lettuce, Chicken mayo and that spicy mustard he likes- oh he was in love.

“Hey, I tidied it up for you, pencils. I put clean sheets on the bed. Made sure you could see the floor.” He spoke through chewing. Cheeks full. Sucking a glob of mustard off his thumb.

And yet, they’re all sat there looking at you like you’re selling bullshit.

“Alright you little assholes.” You clap and dust your hands off. Some of them actually jump back. Flinching.

Eddies staring at you with literal red bursting heart eyes watching you get irate with his table full of nerds.

You’re sat here all puppy love bundled up with him. Cupid arrow pink kinda gooey love, enshrined with little hearts squished above the i’s. Surrounded by pink ribbons and fucking bluebirds. Mushy love like a damn Carpenter’s song, and you’re so fused together at the hip bones. Like it actually hurts to break apart.

They’re still not buying it.

“What will it take to convince you, that we, are a real thing?” You nudge your thumb at you and Eddie.

They eye you shrewdly. Mike is the first soldier over the top the face the clattering guns.

“What’s his favourite band?” He fires out. Twisting towards you. All elbows and angles and those Wheeler nuclear-family enviable cheekbones.

“Bandsss plural.” You correct. “Metallica, Black Sabbath, Megadeath, Iron Maiden, W.A.S.P, Judas Priest, and Van Halen...”

“Don’t you dare do it.” Eddie warns to that naughty gleam in your eye. “They’ll never look at me the same.”

The guys lean in all interested.

“… And Dolly Parton. Especially Jolene.” They descend into laughing uproar. Eddie throws chips at Sinclair who was cackling.

They were never to know you two hollered along to that at the top of your lungs, on the drive to school in the summertime. Windows open. Hair flying. Shades on. Soupy sunshine and enjoying another cloying Indiana July.

That was the month you’d met this gorgeous creature. Watching fireflies come out laying in the long cool grass at the trailer park, sharing a joint. You in a gossamer sundress the colour of blushing peonies. It was like a way too good fever dream. Hazy days and deep purple sticky summer midnights.

“Favourite food?” Comes the next.

“His favourite meal is a chilli dog, with jalapeño loaded dirty fries with everything, and I mean everything, on it, and one of those strawberry mega monster shake things you get at the diner over on Admiral. He also loves sour candy, like a ridiculous amount. Sour patch kids, nerds, jolly ranchers.”

Eddie who was eating next to you frowned through chewing your sandwich down. The whole thing was nearly gone. Your half was looking pretty tasty too.

“I also know he doesn’t really have a great sense of a varied diet. He won’t eat for hours and then he’ll scarf it down in five seconds like a seagull. Case in point-“ Wave your hand across at him. Like you were presenting him.

“Hey-“ He mumbled. Mouth stuffed with almost all your sandwich.

“All in all, Bottomless void when it comes to food. Runs almost entirely on nicotine and caffeine. Or gas station beef jerky, and out of date mini powdered doughnuts.” You finish.

“Celebrity crush?” Dustin points a finger at you.

“Eartha Kitt. In her skin tight Catwoman costume.” You smile sultrily. “Next?”

“Damn.” Jeff laughed.

“Favourite subject?”

Oh you scoff.

“DND. Obviously. He hates science and math. But he’s actually shockingly good at English. He’s a reader. Reads more comics and fantasy books, than anyone I know. If you can’t find him, guaranteed he’s in the fantasy section.”

“Wow dude, really?” Gareth asks.

Eddie actually blushed.

“It’s actually pretty cute. You know Mrs Coulter, the elderly librarian? Yeah. They exchange Xmas cards. She properly dotes on him. Adorable. Calls him Edward.” You chuckle.

“No way-“ Dustin grins. Giggling. “Edward.” He preens. Cheeks all squidgy with his smile.

Eddie flicks a gaze over at you. It’s almost edgy, but he’s smiling. He’ll remember that- for later on.

“Henderson, I will jam that fork in your eye.”

You overlap the violence and pat the back of your boyfriends hand. Nudge your lunch towards him as a consolation prize.

“He’s just terrible at being forced to read and write stuff. Nonconformer in him really rails against being told what to do.” You lay out nodding.

Cause that was kinda a given where he’s concerned.

“Oh, oh, I know. Favourite movie…” Jeff clicks his fingers at you.

“Friday 13th. The Goonies when he’s stoned out his crazy brain.” You pat Eddie’s head affectionately as you speak.

“Ok those are fairly standard. How about a random trivia round?…” Dustin decides very loudly. Slamming his fist down on the table top. Almost knocking over Mikes can of tab. Jesus Dustin. Watch it man-

You roll your eyes and think. You also shut your book cause you know you won’t be cramming for your English test with the current inquisition going on.

“What does Eddie hate… what are some of his dislikes.”

“Jocks. Uh, He uhm, hates mushrooms on his pizza. Picks the pickles out his burger. He prefers winter to summer. Cuts all the scratchy labels out his clothes cause they annoy the hell out of him. Gets hay fever pretty bad. He thinks playing or watching sports is dull as shit. He can’t stand CCR, or mint chocolate chip ice cream.”

“I’m sorry but no ice cream should taste like toothpaste. It’s sick.” Eddie whines.

“He has little scars on his back that he likes to claim are scratches from sex.” You begin.

“Yeah he’s showed those us a lot. It’s sickening.

“Okay, wait til I tell you that he actually got them from falling ass first into my moms rose bush when he was sneaking in through my bedroom window one night.”

“I brought you chicken noodle soup when you were on the very verge of death. Pencils.” Eddie defends.

You turn and catch his pouty little eyes as he leans into you.

“He thinks I don’t know that he sometimes feeds the trailer park strays. Leaves out a can of tuna and bowls of water for them. Has given most of them metal names.”

Holy shit. Eddie makes this face at you like he’s in awe of all the little things you’d grasped about him. Made his stomach feel all slippy and gooey. Yeah. This is definitely love, kid.

“Awhh.”

Eddie snaps his eyes across to his friend who dares make that noise. He picked up the fork closest to him. Shooting feral eyes.

“Oh, He’s named his van.”

“Pencils.” He warns.

“Shut up.” Mike counters. “What is it?”

“Galadriel.” You chirp all sunny.

Dustin looks so happy.

“You’re single handedly ruining my reputation here, honey.”

You lean in and smack a kiss on the end of his nose.

“You have a sex rep I don’t know about, Munson?” You raise one brow. Up in his face about it. That jumper sliding down a silky skinned shoulder he wants to nose at. Call a spade a spade. He wants to bite it. Soothe the bite with his tongue and hear you coo oh, Eddie.

“Not in front of the halflings, Baby. They’re fresh faced and innocent right out the shire.” He dotes at you.

“Hey we’ve seen some shit.” One of them defends

“Not talking about a DND campaign you little pipsqueak.” Eddie smirks.

His hand is sliding around the waistband of your hip. Scooping around your back and pulling you to him. Clutching at his leathered shoulders and your thighs guided sideways over his lap. He snatched you right out your seat.

“Children avert your gaze. Some very 18+ activities are about to happen here.” Eddie warns them as his hands smooth up your jumper. Over your hips and back. He growls when he gets his ring clad fingers clutching your ass through your jeans.

“Ok, I really didn’t need to see that.”

“Buckle up, Pencils.” He whispers into your ear and brushed his tongue over your pulse.

“I’m going for public indecency to prove a point to these assholes.”

Then he seals his lips across yours and pushes his tongue into your mouth, as with any wild Eddie kiss, you melt. You feel his jaw open.

Your spine uncurls and slopes down your body like jello. It’s a movie star kiss that demanded Dolby technicolour and surround sound. A swooning kiss off the silver screen that could curl toes, and bloom whole fields of daisies.

You grasp his hair and reel him in. Kiss him back all spitty and wet to prove a point, and you’re not shy about shoving your tongue in his mouth. He moans.

You scratch his scalp. He sucks your bottom lip like you’re a delicacy. It’s way too much. So filthy. Fucking beautiful is what it is.

Then you feel his wicked, wicked hand pinging dangerously at your bra clasp. Snapping it to your skin. He bites his lip when he pulls back and shoots you those sultry black bedroom eyes.

“This is the one I hate getting off isn’t it? The goddamned purple one.” He says all lusty as he rubs the tip of his nose into yours. Your cheeks are so hot. Blood lava hot pushing in your face.

“You’re a trooper. Munson. You’ll figure it out.” You tell him with a teasing voice that you can feel makes his dick throb under your thighs.

“Can’t wait to get in those panties, later.”

“I’ve got art class after school. Come by around eight. Moms out tonight.” You flirt. Which means takeout, and suffocating, hands wandering, kisses, til you can’t remember which way is up or down. And so much Eddie. It feels like you’ll burst with love of him.

His lips taste like sugary tab and, now, your chapstick. Ash swirls on his breath from his last smoke. He’ll be itching for another one soon. Maybe you’ll sneak away and join him. Make out for the remainder of lunch time.

“Good. I really love it when you can scream loud when I bury my face in your pus-“ You clap your hand over his mouth.

“They don’t need chapter and verse. Baby.”

Eddie responds by licking a big hot stripe up your palm.

“You know, guys, maybe they’re not faking it.”

“Please, people are trying to eat here!”

“I’m definitely gonna barf.”

~

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Who can say no to bridezilla? |

Part two

Here's part two! This took a while so I hope it's alright, thank you for all the love on the previous post btw, means a lot&lt;;33

Summary: With no date to your sister's wedding, what are you to do? No worries though, she's already got it covered, well, sort of...

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The ceremony had gone off without a hitch. The aisle had been lined with warm fairy lights and pink coloured rose petals. The sun had shone through the stain glass windows, reflecting faint coloured rainbows across the stone walls which surrounded us, and the room had been filled with so many smiling faces, as well as a few too many light sniffles that echoed throughout the large space. 

It had all been ever so perfect.

But still, as lovely as it had all appeared, and as incredibly beautiful as my little sister had looked stood up on that alter beside her husband- something which still seemed so insane- I had to try and stop my eyes from drifting back over towards the curly haired man who was sat grinning beside me.

Matty had been incredible during it all. He’d smiled. Laughed at the vows shared. Hooted and bellowed when Adam had all but bawled. But what had been most memorable, was the fact that he’d not stopped touching me throughout. A hand to the knee here, the intertwining of fingers there. He’d kept his arm draped over my shoulders as we’d all waited for the ceremony to commence, talking animatedly to those gathered around us, more than happy to entertain.

It all seemed to have passed me by in a funny sort of haze, and I wasn't even given the time to mull over my many scattered thoughts either as the ceremony wrapped up fairly quickly and we were all led out of the chapel and into a large courtyard which waited behind the building. Where a large white tent stood filled with an ensemble of chairs and tables, a fully stocked bar, a photo booth made to entertain, a DJ as well as a band, and a very impressive dance floor. 

Everyone seemed to be sharing the same idea as I watched most of the crowd venture straight on over to where a bartender was stood manning the bar.

I laughed quietly under my breath as a few of my braver, much younger, cousins attempted to score themselves a couple of drinks. And laughed a little harder when I caught sight of my nana scolding them all for it.

“What’s got you all giggly?” Matty asked from beside me, he had his arm wrapped around my waist again as he leant in close to whisper in my ear. I could feel his smile against the shell of my ear and allowed myself to shuffle closer.

“That.” I replied as I jerked my chin over to where my pops was now handing my cousin, the eldest of the lot, a tray of snowballs with a knowing wink.

“Ah,” Matty hummed with a light chuckle of his own, somehow cuddling me in further to his side. I wondered briefly if he was even aware of it. “A man who wants to be remembered. What a hero.”

I shook my head slightly in amusement. “She’ll kill him for it.” I told him, motioning to where my nana was still somehow none the wiser.

“Nah,” Matty countered, grinning. “How much are you willing to bet that its her handing out the drinks come the end of the night?”

I snorted as I lightly checked my hip against his own. “Don’t, you forget that this is your first rodeo, Healy. I know that woman better than most.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that, darling.”

We seemed to lull into a bout of silence then, not the awkward uneasy kind, but the type that just settled when you felt comfortable with another person. We just stood there, wrapped up in one another, watching the rest of the partygoers unwind. That was until my sister and Adam wandered in through the entrance, garnering an extreme round of applause. Matty and I whopped the loudest, cheering for the happy couple unapologetically, which garnered a few odd looks our way.

“That was proper nice,” Matty commented as my sister and his best mate made their way through the crowd of congratulations, thanking them all for coming. “The ceremony.”

I hummed my agreement. “Beautiful. If anyone deserves it…”

“It’s them.” Matty finished for me.

I turned to peer up at him then and found him already looking down at me, we shared a soft smile.

“You still up for all this then?” He proceeded to ask, “Having to lug me around for the rest of the night, introducing me to your family as your knight in shining armour.”

The question was sincere, but it forced me to remember that this was all just a big old lie. I scanned Matty’s face and found myself having to muster up a smile. I nodded as I swallowed.

“‘Course, can’t pass up an opportunity such as this, can I? Calling you my boyfriend for the night.” I teased him lightly before I let my attention drift back towards the rest of the party.

“Is that what we’re going with then?” I could practically hear Matty’s smirk, “Boyfriend, yeah?”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek when I turned back to face him. “If that’s alright with you, Healy.”

Matty made a low hum, giving me another once over, something I’d caught him at more times than I cared to acknowledge at this rate.

“More than alright with me, darling. But you'd best get ready then.”

My brow furrowed slightly, but before I could question it, Matty was tugging me back into his side.

“Y/n, lovely! How are you? Don’t you just look so gorgeous!” A woman’s voice then called above the noise. My head followed in its direction and I watched as one of my aunts zeroed in on us. 

She pressed a kiss to my cheek as I greeted her, and I saw the way her eyes lightened as she took in the man who now practically blanketed me. Matty merely grinned.

“Oh, wow. So the rumours are true then! You’ve bagged yourself quite the looker there, y/n/n.” My aunt Effie cooed, and my eyes widened in embarrassment as they surveyed the rest of the room. Rumours? Were people actually so invested in my dating life? 

Before I could even question her, aunt Effie was waylaying the conversation. “You’ve created quite the stir, you know.” She told Matty with a sly smile. Who in turn, quirked an intrigued brow.

“That so?”

Aunt Effie pursed her lips in attempt to hide the smile her eyes gave away. “Would seem so, love. Lots of talk.”

I tried not to show my bewilderment and stepped in before Matty could utter his reply, wanting to steer clear of the topic. “Auntie Ef I don’t think I’ve seen you since last Easter. You know, I’m still a bit miffed about missing out on your famous roast potatoes the other weekend- was all caught up with work.”

The woman seemed to brighten at that as she waved me off. “No worries there, sweetheart. You know you’re always welcome down ours anytime.” She assured me, before her eyes then caught Matty’s, “You too, pet! I’m sure everyone would be more than happy to make room for the new man in our y/n’s life. Pull off quite the sponge cake when prompted to, if I do say so myself.”

To my surprise, Matty was in no way overwhelmed by my aunt’s lack of filter. No, he seemed to be basking in all of this, leaning in close and squeezing my waist as he smiled. We must have made the picture perfect couple.

“Actually heard a lot about your baking skills, Effie. Y/n’s mentioned that honey glazed cake of yours more than a few times, so I’ll definitely be popping in. Has my mouth watering every time she talks about it.” Matty complimented smoothly, and as though it wasn’t already obvious enough, I could see just how easily my aunt was falling for his captivating charm. 

Not that I could blame her, much.

To be honest, I couldn’t quite believe that Matty had even remembered that little tidbit of information I’d fed him all those weeks ago. It was when I’d felt a little disheartened about missing out on my uncle’s birthday meal. It made me wonder what else Matty might’ve been hiding as I continued to let him make quite the impression on my aunt.

The three of us continued to chat away for a little while longer, Matty letting it slip about the few bakeries he’d visited whilst in Europe that summer, having my aunt practically eating out of the palm of his hand as she desperately wanted to know more about the man and his many adventures. I hadn’t the heart to deny her either. 

We hadn’t spoken much about his travels before now in all truth. Matty had mentioned a few things here and there in simple passing, but never in actual detail. I hadn’t realised he was so cultured. He had stories about being in Japan, road tripping it through Texas, and even staying in Australia.

I just stood and listened, unable to wipe the smile off of my face as a couple more family members and friends of mine walked over to give their hello’s, stopping once they too had been drawn into Matty’s inciting demeanour. 

When I had finally managed to drag him away from his many adoring ‘fans’, I almost wished I hadn’t, because that was when we fell into Jamie’s line of sight.

“Oh God.” I mumbled and watched my cousin call out for me, parting through the crowd with an unfathomable ease as he made his way over with his date Katie trailing just behind.

“I saw the swarm the two of you created over there and decided to try and catch you before your mum inevitably found her way over.” Jamie chuckled to me, giving me a side hug before he pulled away to angle himself more towards Matty, who was watching the interaction. “Alright, mate? I’m Jamie, by the way. Y/n’s cousin.”

Matty introduced himself with a tilt of his head and let my cousin shake his hand with an amused sort of smile. “Matty. Good to meet you, man.”

“You too. Was surprised to hear that our kid here had managed to bag herself an actual date to this thing. Was beginning to get concerned, you know?” Jamie said with a mocking sense of false concern before he grinned, “I reckon she seems like the crazy cat lady type, don’t you?”

Matty snorted out a laugh, but as I scowled he simply pressed a kiss to the top of my head. Something which had my cousin smiling, and my head reeling. It was a first.

“A bit, yeah.” Matty agreed with him, completely unaware of my dwindling mind as he conversed freely with my cousin. “Now that you mention it- weren’t you just talking about getting a cat?”

That dragged me right back.

“Fuck off the pair of yous.” I glared, shoving Matty away as I did but not making the effort to do so again when he just reattached himself. “I said I might! Besides, cats are superior, they don’t need half as much attention as dogs do. I can’t deal with having to walk a dog twice a day and tossing a ball back and forth in the freezing cold.”

The rest of them simply laughed at me and so I rolled my eyes.

“Dogs aren’t that much effort, darling.” Matty insisted, and Jamie was quick to nod along with him. The traitor.

“They honestly aren’t, cuz- just feed, walk and pet them and you’ll have a mate for life.”

I shook my head, but couldn't not smile lightly at the thought of them getting along. “Ganging up on me already, are we, Jim?”

Jamie gave me a proud sort of grin. “Missed having someone to put you in your place, y/n/n. Your head tends to grow twice its size otherwise.”

I stuck two fingers up at him, and the four of us started laughing uncontrollably when an older gent passing by tutted at me. Matty made a face, copying my action so that he could raise it towards the man’s departing back. “Oh, sod off, you old muppet.”

The gent glanced back over his shoulder at that, his bleary eyes wide as he looked down his nose at us. He stalked off with a scowl.

“Mardy fucker.” Jamie snickered, all too pleased with what had went down. Always looking for a bit of drama, my family.

“Ah, leave him be, J.” My cousin’s date, Katie, tittered as she wiped at the front of Jamie’s suit jacket, smiling up at him. “There’s always one, isn’t there?”

I watched them, content with the expression that crossed Jamie’s face when he looked down at the girl. He hadn’t been seeing her very long, if I recalled, but I could see just how smitten he was with her already.

“Always one.” Jamie parroted back to her and wound an arm around her waist. He seemed to remember himself then as he looked between the three of us, a nervous look on his face. “Oh, shit! I’m sorry, babe, completely forgot to introduce you lot. Y/n, Matty, this is my date, Katie. Katie, this is my cousin, y/n.”

I shook my head, amused by his antics as I smiled softly at the blonde on my cousin’s arm. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jim has mentioned you a few times now.”

Katie appeared happy with finding that out and I chuckled at Jamie who was giving me a dirty look from over top her head.

“What? You have! 'She’s well lovely, y/n.' 'Proper fit.' 'Do you reckon she’d be up for going iceskating with me and the lads?' 'What about Christmas, should I invite her ‘round mums, think she'd like that?'” I poked fun, dredging up all the things he’d said during a couple of our phone calls.

“You’re a right cow, you know that?” Jamie glowered but it was only in good fun, I could already see the smile that was now tugging at his lips. He nodded towards Matty, “Best escape whilst you still can, mate. Before she traps you too.”

Matty, who had seemed to be enjoying the ribbing, smirked when he pulled me back against his chest, his arms hanging over my shoulders as he swayed us slightly. “Ah, I reckon I wouldn’t mind it all that much. We could get up to all kinds of fun.”

I laughed loudly at Jamie’s immediate grimace. “Come on, man, that’s my cousin.”

“Leave them be.” Katie scolded him, swatting at her date's chest lightly. “They’re so cute together.”

“A woman with good taste.” Matty said as he laced his fingers through mine. I couldn’t not stare down at our entangled hands, my heartbeat quickened. “How’d you end up with this one here then?” He added teasingly, nodding over at my cousin.

“You’re a cheeky fucker.” Jamie snorted, his head shaking as he pointed a finger towards the two of us. “Can see why y/n likes you now.”

“What can I say, mate?” Matty shrugged nonchalantly, glancing down at me. “Hard to resist, me.”

I rolled my eyes and shared a knowing look with Katie. “Yeah, yeah. Pipe down, macho man. Your ego’s inflating again.”

“Not the only thing.” Matty murmured into my ear, and he dragged himself away before I could land an elbow to the stomach.

“Oh God, there’s mum again.” Jamie said suddenly, he turned away from the woman he’d just spotted off to the side and towards Katie, taking her hand in his. “Come on, I need another drink before she starts up again.”

“What, Jamie? Where did you say your mum was?” I asked loudly, knowing exactly what I was doing as I pushed myself up onto the balls of my feet- which was a slight struggle in heels, let me tell you- to see if the woman really was headed our way. 

Jamie instantly forced me back down, ducking as he did behind a bloke who was waddling by.

“Oi, you know what she’s like! Only just managed to avoid her proposing to Kate on my behalf when we were leaving the chapel earlier!” Jamie scorned me in a whispered-yell. 

“Sue!” I baited again, even louder this time, and cackled at the look of alarm that crossed my cousin’s face. I saw the woman in question peer around for the caller and dropped back down to avoid suspicion.

“You’re a prick.” Jamie mouthed to me as he dragged Katie away, still using the poor man from earlier as a shield.

“You love me!” I called after him, very pleased with myself.

“You’re a right little shit stirrer.” Matty laughed from beside me and I glanced back at him, mouth twisted to hide my delight.

“Don’t know what you mean.” I said as casually as I could, letting my gaze travel around the room.

Matty released an airy laugh through his nose at that. And when I couldn’t stop myself from looking back at him again, I found him wearing a lopsided smile.

“That Jamie then?" Matty acknowledged, his fingers finding mine as he looked out at the couple who were now stood by the bar, Jamie hunched over it slightly. I chuckled. “Seems like a nice enough guy. A lot like how you made him seem.”

“Oh yeah?” 

Matty hummed, his thumb trailing a pattern across the back of my right hand. “Yeah, reckon so.”

“Jim’s the best.” I smiled, desperate to think about anything other than the way he was holding me. “We were always dead close growing up, one of my best friends really. He’s stuck with me through a lot and I honestly don’t know if there’s anything I wouldn’t do for him.”

“Seems like he feels the same.” Matty commented, and I glanced up to meet his stare. “Good to have people like that around you.”

“Do you have people like that?”

Matty smiled, a genuine thing that reached his eyes and revealed his teeth. “Yeah.” He chuckled and I watched as his gaze skirted over to where Adam was now stood with his mate, George, and another lad. “That’s them. My guys. The three towering giants over there.”

“Really?” I found myself saying, turning slightly in his grasp to watch the trio. The closest two seemed to be goading the groom, laughing amongst themselves as they messed about, whilst Adam just swore back at them, unable to help his own amusement. Even from this far across the room I could make out the obscenities he was spouting. 

I leant further into Matty then, the two of us just watching the trio, which meant he must have felt the moment I tensed.

Because making her way across the dance floor in a large white wedding dress was my sister, and she had a familiar dark haired woman following right behind her.

“Shit.” I muttered under my breath.

Matty frowned down at me. “What’s happened?”

As subtly as I could I pivoted my body, using Matty’s bicep to rest my cheek against in an attempt to shield my mouth from view. “I’m just going to warn you now, my mum and sister are headed this way.”

But their speedy arrival didn’t give Matty, nor me, the chance to prepare ourselves. And so I gave Matty’s waist a light pinch in hopes to encourage him just as I felt a tap to my right shoulder.

“Ahem, hands to yourselves, please! The bride has arrived.” My sister declared as she curtsied dramatically, a mad beaming grin on her face.

I giggled with her as she pulled me into an overdue hug, “What are you like?”

She merely winked at me before she turned towards Matty, roping the man into one too.

“Don’t you look like something straight out a magazine!” Matty complimented, and she allowed him to spin her around as they parted. “Hann’s a very lucky man.”

“Careful what you say now, Healy, I’m a married woman and y/n here’s the jealous sort.” My sister taunted playfully, which earned her a light slap to the back of her wrist as our mum slid into the small group we’d formed.

“Leave your sister alone.” My mum chided, though her smile was enough to give her away as my sister linked their arms. “I don’t care if it is your wedding day, I want everyone on their best behaviour. That means no teasing.”

Y/s/n rolled her eyes comically before we shared a look.

“The pair of you.” My mum tutted with a sigh when she caught it, she raised an eyebrow at me afterwards and then sent an evident look Matty’s way.

I had to stop myself from laughing at her utter transparency as I moved to introduce her.

“Mum, this is Matty, my date for this evening. And Healy, this is my wonderful mother, y/m/n.” I initiated, being a little melodramatic with it all because I hated things feeling so formal and intense.

This was just a regular encounter for us, it wasn’t as though Matty was my actual date.

I shrugged when I gestured over towards my sister. “You already know y/s/n. She’s the woman who just married your best mate, if you’d forgotten.”

My mum shook her head at my antics, but knew better than to fight a battle she’d already lost.

Matty snickered beside me but did a small sort of dance, that countered the awkwardness typically felt in these scenarios, when he drew my mother into a gracious hug.

“Lovely to meet the woman who raised two incredible daughters. Can see where they get their striking good looks from too.”

“Don’t flirt with my mum, you bastard.” I grimaced through a chuckle, swatting at Matty’s shoulder when he made no move to leave the spot he’d taken up by my mum’s side. Not that she seemed to mind.

“Y/n, language.” She chided, but it didn’t do much seeing as she was smiling serenely over at my date.

“You’ve said worse.” I countered and had to all but tug Matty back beside me when I saw his intrigued expression.

“Is that so?” He voiced with a sly smile, but was laughing in good humour when he tucked me back into his side, pressing his lips to my forehead yet again to soothe me. I had to ignore the look my sister shot my way.

My mum’s eyes lingered on our close stance for a second too long before she spoke up again, “How long have you two known each other then? Your sister hasn’t given me much, even though I’ve been pestering.”

I sent my sister a small grateful smile, hands already clammy at the thought of having to go through with this next bit. But there Matty was, already steadying my oncoming nerves. 

“Met about three months ago now?” He deemed, looking to me for a nod of ascent before he just bulldozed on. “Bit out of the blue really, she showed up round Hann’s one random day, wanting to surprise y/s/n, but me and the guys were there already. She’d felt a bit bad about intruding...” 

He glanced down at me with a tongue-in-cheek smile then before he was back to gesturing haphazardly.

“But we got to talking and just clicked. She’s unapologetically herself, you know? I liked that about her, that and she can give as good as she gets.”

I laughed softly, but had to lower my gaze towards the floor upon hearing his sweet words, unsure on whether Matty was being truthful in his sentiment or if he was just adding more lies into the already messy web we’d spun.

“Oh, you’ll have me tearing up in a second!” My mum announced suddenly which had my head snapping up almost simultaneously. “You two just look so smitten- I’ve been keeping an eye out since I spotted you both earlier, and you haven’t left one another’s side once! I can see why you’ve been so secretive, y/n. He’s a gooden.”

I chuckled tightly, feeling my heart clench and shrink again. I could hear the sincerity in her voice, the warmth there. She also wasn’t wrong, the only time Matty and I had parted was when we’d both joined the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen briefly during the ceremony earlier. But even then, we’d only been a few feet apart and had shared looks from over everyone else’s heads. 

“Aren’t they just the sweetest? And it’s all thanks to me!” My sister added, and I noted how she sounded far too proud and somewhat optimistic about this whole ordeal. 

I furrowed my brow and wondered if this had been her plan all along. To get me completely besotted by the man stood beside me in a mere matter of weeks whilst we had traded texts back and forth. Only to then have me practically fall arse over tit for him and that cocky know-it-all attitude of his once we’d finally met.

“Always knew you’d be perfect for one another.” And I knew it then, when she winked at me with a shit-eating grin, that I'd been correct. 

She must have seen the look of realisation that crossed my face because all too coincidentally she caught sight of another guest and used it to make her great escape.  

“Well, that’s your sister for you.” My mum smiled, a tad amused. She stepped into the space my sister had previously occupied, eyes trailing after the bride’s retreating figure.

“Well,” Matty said to fill the silence that followed and I realised that he too had clocked onto my sister’s deceitful plan. “Who are we to deny the bride her wedding wish, hey?”

My mum was smiling away, none the wiser to how I was crumbling inside. I’d never wanted to throttle my own sister so desperately, I wanted to scream and shout, ask her why she’d put me in such a shit situation. 

She’d told me herself that Matty wasn’t looking for anything. She’d said it, and Matty had all but confirmed it during the early stages of our texts. 

And well- I just couldn’t believe she’d set me up like that, knowing full well that if I were to fall for him that there wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d feel the same. She’d really done it this time, and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to react.

“Can’t say I blame her,” My mum breathed out through a light titter, eyes flitting between Matty and I as the man’s hand came to rest on my waist once more. I forced down the sudden lump in my throat. “You two do look so wonderful together. Don’t think I’ve seen you smile this much, love.”

I avoided both their gazes, thanking the waiter who passed me by with a tray of champagne, stealing a glass. I handed one off to Matty too and took a long sip before casually looking around the room.

“Happy to hear that.” Matty spoke, and I felt his body relax into mine as he did, only then realising how tense he’d just been. "Her smile truly is something to write home about."

“Aren’t you just the charmer.” My mum complimented, her eyes warm and voice soft. “I really do look forward to seeing more of you, Matty. Make sure you get y/n to bring you ‘round one day soon, alright? I’ll cook, introduce you to everyone properly.”

Her hand came to a rest on Matty’s forearm and she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

I all but guzzled down the rest of my drink, earning an odd look off of the man.

She looked to me next and smiled wholeheartedly. “I’m over the moon for you, sweetheart. You deserve every little bit of happiness after everything that happened, and just think- maybe someday soon, all of this, will be for the two of you.”

My mum laughed in delight and I tried my best to mimic her as best I could, dread filling every fibre of my being.

“I can only hope.” Matty joked with a wink and a lopsided smile.

“See? Charmer!” My mum grinned at me, her eyes wide to exaggerate her point. “But anyway, I’d best be getting back to the party, cake will be here soon enough and I have to make sure your grandad’s still awake for it.”

She casted one last fond glance at us before she wished us well with pecks to both our cheeks and wandered off. 

I gazed after her with a sort of wistful look, my throat tightening as images of her hopeful smile and sparkling eyes set ablaze in my mind. She was going to kill me if this ever got out.

“I’m going to hell.”

Matty snickered, but tightened his grip when I sighed defeatedly.

“I just feel so horrible! She's so lovely and amazing. And I just lied. To her face, Matty!” I all but whined.

Matty carefully took hold of both my wrists then and pulled me into his chest, letting his chin come to rest atop my head. “Oh, darling.” He comforted quietly.

I tried not to let it get to me but I could feel my emotions getting the better of me and so when I pulled away I tried not to look Matty in the eye.

“Sweetheart...” Matty murmured, hands still holding my wrists as he tugged me in again. “Come on, don’t get upset. Things happen. If your mum ever finds out, she’ll understand.”

I know he was just trying to help, but his words made me feel worse.

“Shame on you.” I chastised instead, pushing my fist against his chest gingerly to lighten the mood. It seemed to work somewhat because Matty snorted out a surprised laugh.

“Me?” He asked bewildered, “What the hell have I done?”

“You agreed to all of this!”

“So? It’s your mum!” Matty shot back at me, still chuckling away. He decided to pull my arms around his waist then, leaving them to rest on his hips as he lifted his own hand up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“So?” I parroted a little childishly, deepening my voice slightly to match his as I pursed my lips up at him.

“For one, I do not sound like that. And two, what’s with the whole-” Matty copied my action, pouting his lips and leaning in close in an effort to taunt me. “Huh?”

“It’s what you looked like, right then.” I replied, voice muffled as I continued to poke fun at him. I laughed loudly when he scowled and proceeded to push my face away.

“Twat.” He jibed, but never let me stray too far. Pulling me back into his arms when I just continued to laugh, any previous thoughts of guilt pushed to the side as I stared up into his eyes.

“Takes one to know one, babe.”

Part Three >

#the 1975 #Matty #Healy #Matty Healy #x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #y/n #fluff #weddings #dates #fake dates #imagines #the 1975 imagines #matty healy imagine #1975 band #fic #Drabble #short works #reader #ao3 #humour #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald

[magicaldreamfox1]

dreamy drabbles

— prompt: caught

"What if we get caught?"

"I have a backup plan, can you fucking relax?"

Pete glares at Vegas as he continues picking the lock.

How anyone bought their fake relationship is a mystery to him — they can't ever seem to get along.

"And what would that be?"

"You'll find out–" Pete watches Vegas' fingers work; mesmerising somehow. "–if we need it."

Just then, echoing footsteps start approaching them.

"Vegas!" Pete hisses. "We need it now."

Vegas quickly straightens up to his full height and with a swift movement, Pete is slammed into the wall and pulled into a passionate kiss.

#excerpt from a fake dating au im never gonna write unless someone convinces me to #dreamy drabbles mondays we're so back!!!! #hope u enjoy this guys 😌🫶 #vegaspete #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fic #kp fics #bl shows #userboots #usertph #taggingmarion #saturntracks #dreamy drabbles

[titaniafey]

A little preview of my wip Ghostflower fic. Though I dont think it counts as ghostflower and leans more to just Gwiles. Specifically Earth!42- Miles and Gwen. I think there should be a separate dynamic for them respectively. Their personalities are kinda reversed. Miles is the one that's more broody and angsty, while Gwen is an adorable sunshine that can roast your ass like the sun. And she's still got that edge to her. Of course 😌

But AGSPSKFLGKGJD Y'ALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?

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New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of

There’s nothing you can’t do.

All right, I am only doing this just this one time. My name is Miles Gonzalo Morales. I used to wonder why my dad didn’t put Davis as my last name on the birth certificate. He told me it’s because he just doesn’t want it to get in the way of making my own name for what he did in the past. Said he and my uncle used to get into some shaaaady business here and there. For all his insistence to erase the past and never look back, I find myself doing things backwards. Because all I be doing right now is get caught up in the past. Trying my damnedest to right it. To give meaning to it.

Fisk still has his sights on being Mayor. His campaign pitch was a load of bull. Everyone knows the villains that run around the city wreaking havoc was in cahoots with him to get the people running as far away from this city as possible. His vision of being a livable safe New York in which he put up in honor of his late wife Vanessa Marianna and son Richard Fisk sounded like an empty promise. If anything, he was hellbent on making an unlivable New York. His grief spreading its reach to drive people away. It tends to do that to a man. In that aspect I can empathize for him.

But what stops me from pitying the fool is that he’s going on driving away families who wish for a new start in the big apple. As well as people who established the roots here since opportunity was promised in the land of the free. Hiking up housing prices. Creating noise and riots on the street.

I could move forward If I wanted to.

If I did move forward me and my mami would’ve been living peacefully in Puerto Rico right now with my maternal grandparents.

If I did move forward, I wouldn’t be sticking out for the city that granted my dad countless opportunities no matter how much he messed up.

If I did move forward, I wouldn’t be giving my dad justice for all the things he has fought for this city. His death would have been in vain.

If I did move forward, no one would’ve stood up to the likes of Fisk.

No one would’ve had the guts to go against him.

And the only one that could do that was someone above the law. Someone who runs under the cloak of the night. Someone who could portray the villain if they needed someone to be angry at. Someone who turned Fisk’s attention away from grabbing every silver lining left in this city to cling on to.

If I did move forward. I wouldn’t be the Prowler.

And if I hadn’t taken up the role of the prowler… I wouldn’t have seen what my dad, my mami, my uncle wanted me to look forward to.

Sunshine breaking through a dark sky. A city burned alight with a new hope. A blue eyed angel flashing me a bright smile.

Just as New York can be greedy, as it takes, and takes, and takes. It also gives, and gives, and gives.

It’s okay to look back in the past. But it’s also important to not get hung up with it that you won’t be able to see the new day in front of you. It’s called New York for a reason ain’t it? Just because one bad thing happened doesn’t mean life stops there.

You wanna know how I got here? Let me take you back to the time when life stopped for me.

#the brainrot had gotten productive #I've now made a fic about them in another universe-so that's technically an AU in itself ;) #the drabbles snippets and little interactions i came up with as standalone scenarios theyre correlating and adding up now #this fic is kinda grumpy-sunshine mixed with a little fake dating #which is plot relative rather than me attempting to get as much romance tropes as possible #its most definitely a slowburn though #ghostflower #gwen and miles #gwen x miles #gwiles #miles and gwen #miles x gwen #milesgwen #miles&gwen

[we-be-writing-bts-stuff]

Hey love! Thank you so much for sending in this request. I rewrote it a few time to get exactly what I wanted. I hope you enjoy it. There is a bit of pining and if you squint friends to lovers. This is a world I could absolutely expand upon if anyone is interested in it.

Word count: 847

Of course the one time you went to the bar alone is the time the guy won’t get the hint and leave. It started with compliments that you accepted and thanked him for but swiftly turned away from him to continue nursing your drink. He didn't notice the very obvious hint you were giving him or maybe he just didn't care and continued to pester you. Asking questions that you gave vague answers to, talking about himself, asking several times for your number. At some point you lied and said you were dating someone. He wasn't going to be dissuaded that easy it seems.

"Oh come on baby. You really think I would believe that! I wouldn't let you out alone looking this good if you were mine." He says. You let the distaste about his comment color your face. 

"Well, he's meeting me here soon. So you might want to back off before then." You answer. You glance down at your phone and mentally curse at the time. You texted Jungkook ten minutes ago at the first sign of the guy next to you not going to leave. He was a friend of a friend that you had clicked with when you were finally introduced to each other. You were both beyond busy with your respective classes and nothing went farther than harmless flirting with each other at the various parties and get-togethers that you two ended up seeing each other at. You jump up and nearly knock over the creep’s drink once Jungkook walks through the door. His ripped jeans showing the extra time he’s been spending in the gym and his t-shirt stretched taut against his chest. A leather jacket completing the look along with the boots on his feet. 

You squeal and jump into his arms. He stumbles back a step as he catches your weight and wraps his arms around you. 

“I fucking owe you. Thank you for coming.” You whisper in his ear. A breathy chuckle leaving him. 

“You can call me for anything.” He answers back before placing you back down on your feet. He tilts your face up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. 

You know it was to sell that you were dating him to the guy, but you can’t help the blush that creeps up your neck and face. 

You turn around to see the creep pales at seeing Jungkook and you interact. Jungkook places his hands on your hips and follows close behind you as you make your way to the bar. You feel more than see the guy staring at the side of your face as Jungkook makes an order and you tell the bartender to put it on your tab along with a new drink for yourself. 

You don’t know what causes it, but you see the guy nearly trip over his feet as he gets up from the chair and practically sprints away from you and Jungkook. Looking up to the man behind you proves to be useless. His focus on the drink that was now sitting on the bar for him. 

“What did you do?” You hiss at him. While you wanted the guy to leave, you didn’t want to scare him. At least not that badly. Jungkook shrugs with a soft smile before he sips on his drink. 

“He has a staring problem and I didn’t want him to be so close.” He tells you matter of factly. 

“You didn’t have to terrify him like that.” You say with a soft pout. Jungkook chuckles and gently pulls you away from the bar to a table along the side of the establishment. 

“You were the one to ask me to help you get rid of the guy and I did. He’s gonna leave you alone as long as I’m with you for sure now.” He says. Pulling out your chair for you. He takes off his jacket and lays it along the back of his chair before he’s sitting down and placing his arm around your shoulders. The gesture making your heart rate pick up, even if it was a simple one from a good friend. 

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. I guess I wanted him to back off, not be absolutely terrified.” You explain softly. Your thumb brushing the rim of the glass in front of you. 

“It’s not my fault he’s intimidated.” Jungkook says. “Plus, he’s a guy that was being creepy and not accepting your rejection. You shouldn’t feel bad about him being scared of me.” 

His answer makes you huff and pout. “Stop making sense. I don’t like it when you’re right about something like this.” You hear him laugh and look to your side to see his head tilted back. 

“Okay. Let’s talk about something else. I’m here with my beautiful fake girlfriend to fend off a creep. What do you want to talk about first?” He asks. Reaching over to gently brush some hair out of your face. The two of you falling into a natural rhythm with a new romantic tension between you. 

#jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook bts #bts requests #bts drabble #bts fake dating #pining #bts fluff

[beauty-of-nyx]

"Shit! They're onto us. Come on!" Hob pulled Dream along, slipping into another room as a stampede of hired security stormed down the hall. "We're going to be made out. This is not good, Dream." "We're not going to be made out." Dream snapped, rucking up his shirt and messing up his hair even more. "How much would you like to bet they are significantly discomforted by queer presence?" Realisation dawned, and Hob smirked. "Aren't you a clever little cookie." And then pushed Dream against the wall, kissing him as deeply as he possibly could. Without missing a beat, Dream wrapped a long leg around Hob's waist, groaning into his mouth when Hob yanked it even higher, leaving him even more spread out and exposed. "You taste like- like honey. And mint." "Do you like it?" Dream purred, and then gasped as Hob ground his hips against him. "Please-" The door burst open, and then immediately slammed shut, with the suit grunting in disgust. Hob laughed, running a hand down Dream's hitched leg, and kissing him again. Until Dream pushed him off. "We can make it to the safe before they return. Then reach the second building by roof." "Seriously?"

@dreamlingbingo

#the sandman #dream of the endless #dreamling #fanfic #hob gadling #spy au #yay new wip apparently #happens before the spy prompt drabble #dreamling bingo #prompt: fake dating #vesania writes #double drabble

[epiclamer]

Hero x villain fake dating. Now. NOW.

(Also love you MUAH MUAH)

Yes ma’am. HAPPY NATIONAL GIRLFRIEND DAY, BABY!!! I love you so so so so so so so so so so much <33333333333333333

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Love is in the Air

“Mmmm, you look so hot in that outfit…” Villain drawled, eyeing up the hero who was panicking to get dressed and ready.

Hero stopped their fussing and glared at their nemesis. “Thanks. It’s for the gala, if you had forgotten?” The edge in their tone was evident, they were slightly annoyed—if not frustrated—with the way things were panning out.

Oh, and not to mention the fact that they were stuck having to pretend to be Villains lover for the night.

“Come on, I’m not that bad am I?” Villain stood up, heading over to Hero’s side as they helped them pick miscellaneous things off the ground and tidy up. Hero let out an annoyed huff but they continued with their rushed cleaning alongside Villain.

“You are that bad. You’re terrible.” Hero scoffed, dropping their things on their half of the bed—which was defined by a very large pillow wall Hero had created to keep the two halves separated.

Villain winced playfully. “Ouch, are you always this mean? Normally the roles are reversed, hm?”

Hero’s patience was beginning to run thin, they were already overwhelmed with the whole undercover situation and Villains incessant teasing was becoming a bother at this point.

“Do you ever shut up?” Hero asked, pausing to turn and glare at their enemy. “Like seriously, all you’ve ever done since we got assigned this stupid project is talk. Talk talk talk talk talk. Can you just be quiet for one second???”

Hero had to admit that it came out harsher than they wanted it to. They didn’t mean to actually hurt Villain, they just got caught up in the heat of the moment. And when Villains face dropped and they took a step back, Hero knew they had fucked up.

Villain cleared their throat, acting unfazed as they angled themselves away from their fake partner. “Yeah, yeah, sorry, yeah.” As much as Villain refused to be hurt by Hero’s words, they stung. But they pushed away their pain and squeezed their eyes tight, they were not about to cry over a stupid fake dating game with their stupid nemesis.

The words left an acid-like taste behind in Hero’s mouth, filling their throat with a taste similar to bile as they swallowed back their guilt. The night had barely started and they had already ruined everything. There was no way this mission could continue if they didn’t fix it right here, right now.

Just as Hero was about to speak up Villain interrupted them. “Do you really mean that?” Villains back was turned completely towards the hero, but a slight wobble in their voice gave their hidden pain away. “I mean, about like me being terrible?”

There was a moment of silence between the two since Villain had stopped their cleaning and Hero froze in their steps. Hero sighed, rubbing a hand over their face as they let their chest deflated in defeat. They hadn’t meant what they said, but it was too late to take it back now.

Villain scoffed, it was quiet and under their breath but it was there. They shook their head, “I’m sorry.” They whispered, Hero barely heard it. They almost wished they hadn’t, but the second they did—the second Villain began walking away from them—they reached out and grabbed them.

Pulling Villain close and then pushing them up against the wall, forcing them into close contact and to lock eyes. “Villain. You are terrible. You’re the worst. You’re a villain for fucks sake. But you’re my villain. You’re my beautiful evil and you’re my date tonight. And if there’s one thing I know for a fact it’s that you are the best lover out there and it’s about time I made it up to you.”

Villain averted their gaze, pressing themselves closer to the wall to create a space away from Hero. “You’re just saying that.”

Hero chuckled slightly, watching the blush creep up Villains neck, but the sound of footsteps outside their bedroom door was enough to snap them back into reality. “Want me to prove it?” They smirked as they heard the handle turn and click to open the room door. In the blink of an eye their lips were on Villains, both hands on their hips, toying with the dress clothes on Villains body.

To Hero’s somewhat surprise Villain kissed them back with such passion, one hand on the back of Hero’s head, pulling them closer and the other too close to the crime-stoppers inner thigh.

“Ah, young love. Always so strong and vehement. Oh, how I long to feel such ways again…” Supervillain groaned from where they stood in against the doorframe. The couple separated for a second to turn to the gala host and blush nervously, but Supervillain waved them on. “Don’t let me interrupt you, just making sure all my guests are having a good time!” The master criminal laughed as they turned and shut the door.

In the end, the mission worked out surprisingly well. They both gathered the information they needed off Supervillain and they didn’t have to fake any of the feelings between them any longer.

#I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DARLING #HAPPY NATIONAL GIRLFRIEND DAY!!!! #to the best girlfriend out there <3 #hero x villain #villain x hero #villain #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #oneshots #scenarios #fake dating #hero and villain #villain and hero #supervillain #gala #fake dating>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[shadowofahope]

We Are Liars

Pairing: rich college student! Changbin x college student reader

Warning: Flufffffff

Premise: He needed an out of his mothers attempts to set him up. Your summer schedule was empty. Maybe him asking you to be his fake girlfriend wasn't the worst idea. It did make a lot of sense. But then again it was too easy to say yes...

Word count: 4.7 K

Authors notes: Tada! I've been very overtired recently so please forgive the errors. I'll go back to fix them but for now I wanted you to have our lovely Changbin!

SKZ Masterlist

“Every time I go back home my mother incessantly tries to set me up with her friends daughters, even their nieces. No matter how many times I tell her that I want to find love on my own, she just still pushes. I was so tired of it, I just blurted out I have a girlfriend.”

He looked tired, honestly. Him asking you out to a late night coffee run, you weren’t expecting to meet up with him looking so exhausted. He was always busy and the others always told him he looked tired but this seemed different, but you guessed this made sense now.

You sip your coffe nodding along to his words, setting it down on the metal table, leaning back to give him your full attention. “Ok, well why me?”

“She knows of you in our friend circle, but she’s never met you or seen us together. I panicked and you were the first person I thought of. Being friends already I figured it’d be the easiest sell.” 

The antsy leg bounces unde the table weren’t lost on you. Agitation wouldn’t be the right word for the look hardened on his face. You could see it clear as day though, he wasn’t one to mask his feelings or insecurities. 

“Fair enough.” Because it did make sense to some extent. If it was one of the other girls that hung around occasionally, you wouldn’t bet money on their acting abilities. Or honestly their inability to not have a crush on him. Most of them, as annoying as they were, were just around clinging like flies to hot trash. Trying almost anything to get the boys to notice him, Changbin being the easiest sell as he was the richest friend in the group. Or at least he had the richest parents, you had pointed out once to the caddy bunch. They made some comment about being the only male in the family and blah blah blah. You had walked away without saying anything at that point, you didn’t see a point in listening anymore.

“She started asking me all these questions about how we met, so I just told her we met through Minho, which is the truth, but then she demanded for me to bring you home this summer. So now I’m sitting in a deep dark whole that I dug for myself that I’m really hoping you’d help me out of…I’ll even pay you for it…” His eyes squeeze shut, creating crows feet around them, hands coming up in a praying nature, bottom lip coming out in a pout. Putting on his best pitiful show.

He really didn’t need to beg so hard, but it was cute. “Ok. I’ll help.”

“You’ll come home with me?” He sounded almost shocked, did he really think you’d protest to helping a friend?

“Yea. No one should be forced into anything. I feel bad enough for you.” You laugh at him, keeping a light air around you. You did feel bad for him, relationships were hard already but add on a pressure cooker of a mother and who knows what someone would be willing to do to release it.

Knowing Changbin and being close to Changbin were two different things. You had hung out within groups but never alone, until tonight. However, you had never felt uncomfortable around him or unsettled. It seemed easy enough, and if you had to act with PDA, it definitely didn’t help that he was attractive. Not someone you’d usually find yourself drawn to, but maybe you’d get to see a new side to the rich, muscle man.

“Seriously?!” His eyes light up, as he reaches his hand across the table to yours. “Thank you, thank you, so much. I’ll definitely repay you for everything!”

“However.” You try to mask your smile behind a mask of seriousness. “We are going to have to set up boundaries, those of PDA.” 

You use your head to gesture to his large hands still enveloping your smaller one. Not that you had a real problem with it, it was warm in the cool night air.

He chuckles nervously, “Yea, we don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable…”, pulling his hands back from you.

“That goes both ways.” You genuine smile returning. “How are you generally in relationships and around your friends and parents?”

Finding out the logistics before hand would be a better idea than going in blinde. Especially as your normal reaction to things is keeping space between you and other people. Be that mentally or physically. You don’t want to recoil suddenly if he went to hold you hand infront of his parents. That would put an end to your show rather quickly.

“Hm-” He stares off, slightly behind you in contemplation. “Well I would say I am slightly on the clingier side. I like to hold hands, cuddling or just be touching in general. I’m very open to letting everyone know I’m with someone, I tend to be possessive in that sense. Normally I’d use pet names too. But i’ve never brought someone home so I’m not really sure how I’d be. My guess would be probably the same.”

You mull over his words carefully, factoring in your ability to act with him. 

“Ok, Well I’m comfortable with the PDA level. I can accept clingy.” You coo at him. Who knew muscles had such a cute needy side. “Do you have a pet name you want to be called or can I wing it?”

“You can wing it. I don’t mind, I tend to use baby for my partners.”

“Baby it is.” You stand up, grabbing your coffee off the table. “Well shall we go create some evidence?” 

“Evidence?” He eyes you suspiciously. 

“Yep. Lets take some photos of us, plus I can use one as my lockscreen” 

“That’s a cute idea! I want one too.” He exclaims clambering to his feet to join you in your walk down the street. He catches up with you rather quickly, which doesnt surprise you at all. But his next words do catch you off guard. “Should we practice?” 

“Practice?”

His hand slides down your exposed wrist, fingers slotting between yours to intertwine your hands. Lifting your joined hands up for you to get a good view of them.

“Practice.” Something about that look he gives you makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face. If he thinks he can beat you in the cheekiness department, he is utterly wrong. 

“Then how about kissing? Do we ignore that or should we practice?” 

The innocence in your voice is lost behind the sounds of him chocking, followed by your hysterical laughing. Neither of you letting go of eachother, creating fake memories for the trip to come.

🌊☀️🌊☀️

“Nervous?”

“Yes and no.” You explain. “On one hand if it doesn’t go well, its not the end of the world because were not actually together. On the other, it’ll be a really awkward homecoming for you if this doesn’t work.”

“Fair points. Just be yourself, with a little bit of me.” 

You roll your eyes at him, turning to look out the window. The drive was 4 hours overall, which you had spent 3 hours just talking and getting to know eachother, flushing out details like; how long have you been official, were exactly you met, first dates, etc. Obvious questions anyone might ask. Somehow you started talking about your childhoods and siblings, turning to various ex’s. Leading you to mention that your last relationship failed because of toxicity, but he allowed you to ghost over it. Not wanting to dwell or talk about it. You may be having to fake being vulnerable, but there was no way you’d actually show it now.

8 minutes left of your journey in the comfort of his slightly sporty highly expensive car with your own personal chauffeur, 4 hours was a breeze. 

And just like you assumed, when he pulled up to the beach house his parents and sister were waiting out front for the two of you. Their eagerness to meet you was overwhelming but you held it together well. Open arms for hugging, warm welcomes and benign ushered inside to chat about the detaisl they were dying to know. 

How remarkably easy it was to walk around on a tour with his hand in yours, luggage moved to your shared room for the nights you’ll be staying. His mother making a fuss about you two needing to share a bed because no matter where she would set up Changbin she knew her son would sneak back to you. Remarks she made, making you turn an eye to his, although he dodged eye contact very well. 

Physical contact you both had made sure you were accustomed to, so even without thinking you would seek eachother out. Small kisses here and there, pecks on the cheek or forehead. His favourite place to keep his hand you found was on your lower back. So trip through the small town with his mother, also meant a large amount of teasing from her. His need to hold onto you continuously, she’d laugh at, pester him about being possessive and smitten with you. 

Which is exactly what you both had planned. So shockingly convincing you were, it became comfortable. Easy. His warmth was contagious. 

Not only his, but his whole family. From baking in the kitchen with his mother, to discussing with his dad about his favourite starwars movie in the franchise, to going out on lunch dates with his older sister talking about her drama filled work place and the guy she had a crush on in the office. 

Watching him interacting with his family on calm nights like this, started making you think of things that were no longer possible. What it would be like to have someone like him love you, have his family love you.

Thinking back to last summer, the idea of dating again seemed like eons away. Leaving one toxic relationship behind you didn’t want to let yourself become that comfortable again. Setting yourself away on a shelf, adorned with forgotten trinkets of other peoples pasts. 

Maybe that’s why you didn’t know how to act in a healthy relationship. Letting him set up his boundaries and agreeing with them meant he wouldn’t know that you were broken in a way. The unrelenting bluntness and over communication made some relationships weaker, but on another hand made many stronger. 

Minho knew everything you went through with your ex, his uncompromising support for you to make your own choices, but also his need to scold you when you were being careless flourished your mere ‘childhood friends’ title to best friends. Over the years, no matter what friends you each made he kept your secrets adn you kept his. 

But maybe it was time to share them with someone new. You’d never felt so welcome and at home with a partner before. It would be easy to get swept away by his parents and sister, swept out to sea from high tide, until when? You’d find yourself buried under the think sand, suffocating to feel this love again? 

In this moment, you wouldnt let yourself dwell on anything. 

A ping from a phone set down next to you grabs your attention. Changbins screen lights up with text notification. 

“My love,” You call out, catching his attention. “Your friend messaged you about tonight.” 

He doesnt hesitate in bounding over to you, settling down next to you, arm resting behind you on the back of the couch. He unlocks his phone, opening the text nodding at it before angling the phone for you to see. 

You read it over quickly, before his mother observes “Are you two planning to go out tonight?” 

“Just him” You smile at her, but continue explaining as she looks a little irritated with her son. “He’s going to have a drink with his old friends while I take advantage of the jacuzzi tub in his bathroom.”

“She’s been eyeing it for a while now.” He leans over to land a gentle kiss on your temple, a soft smile forms on your face. 

“Alright…” She says unsure, but drops it nevertheless. 

🌊☀️🌊☀️

They’d been out for a few hours now, going to their favourite club when they were younger. It was a little closer to town, so they had carpooled together. You had waved at them when they left, and he remembers thinking how at ease he would be if this relationship were real. 

Now he’s many drinks in, and a few of them are tipsier then others. Him being one of the drunker ones.

“So when are we gonna meet this girlfriend of yours Bin?” His friend remarks, raising his voice to be heard over the loud music playing. 

“How bout right now.” He shouts back, struggling to pull out his phone from his back pocket whilst still sitting on it. 

“Man it’s 3 in the morning, you think she’s gonna be awake?” His other friend leans closer to him, making sure he doesn’t fall off his chair as he fights his jeans.

“Mhm!” Finally managing to rescue his phone from its compounds he carefully calls your num ber. It only takes a few rings before it connects. He smirks to himself, he knew you’d be awake. 

“BABY!” Shouts gleefully into the phone.

An airy chuckle comes through the receiver. 

“Yes my love?” Your warm sound already making him feel sleepy.

“Would you be able to pick me up from the club? I don wanna take a taxi.” His words slightly slur, but he fights through the fog of the alcohol. A pout forms on his lips, one he forgets that you can’t see.

“Where are your keys?”

“On my gym bag” He sings, knowing he’s won. 

“Do you want me to come get you now?” 

“Yesssss pleassssssse” Now there’s no hiding his sleepiness. 

“Be there soon.”

“Yay!” Cheering he hangs up, turning to his friends.

“There you go! Now you’ll get to see how beautiful and amazing she is.” Turning serious. “Now none of you go falling for her, she’s taken”

He doesn’t wait for them to respond, instead he clambers to his feet to push his way through the crowd to make it outside. You were coming to get him, he wanted to be there. He was excited to see you again, even though it hadn’t been that long since he left you behind he had already begun to miss you the moment they drove away.

His friends follow him through the mass, making sure he doesn’t stumble too far to hurt himself. Or anyone else for that matter.

His body vibrates in impatience and delight when he sees his car pulling up.

“BABY! You’re here.” He shouts gleefully as he slings himself onto you in a too tight embrace as soon as you step up on the curb. He pulls back just to pout at you and look down at your clothes. “But why do you have to look so cute?”

You had dropped your book and slipped into the closest things you could find, that wasn’t your pjs, which at the time you had grabbed one of his shirt’s and a pair of your jean shorts. Your hair in a messy ponytail tail with your glasses still on your face, you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness.

Ruffling his hair you coo at him “cmon you drunk, lets get you home.”

“Here, we can help.” Two of his friends attempt to pry him off of you and usher him into the car.

“I want bed and cuddles” he whines as you break contact. 

“You know what would get you bed and cuddles faster? If you weren’t so drunk” you laugh at his plight. 

“Hi y/n, I’m Wooyoung.” A hand comes out for you to shake. “Sorry for the lousy first meeting.”

“Honestly it’s ok, it’s still nice to meet you Wooyoung”

The gir standing behind himl snubs her nose at you but you pay her no mind as the other two guys come round the car also giving their introductions, to then point out the female and drop her name. You only nod at her.

You hear a scuffle behind you as changbin starts to re-emerge from his seat, trying to make another break for you. The males run round to stop him. 

Heels click next to you. Something grateing about the voice makes your skin feel icky. “He let’s you drive his car.” 

That was definitely a statement, not a question. But still you felt a tug to answer.

“Sometimes.” You smile watching the men fight, before turning to her “have a good night”

“Changbin! If you want bed and cuddles you need to get into the car.” You tell him sternly.

He gives you a goofy smile before giving a “goodnight guys” and disappearing into the car.

“Have a good night y/n, it was nice meeting you again.”

“You guys as well. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.” A smile once again before climbing into the drivers seat and heading towards the beach house.

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“Remind me not to drink that much again.” Changbin groans, rolling over holding his head in pain. 

“I don’t know, you were pretty cute.” You mock contemplation, tapping your chin with your finger in consideration. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, you’re already dressed and ready for the day. You had graciously let him sleep in a little longer before waking him up.

“I was what?” He shoots you a look from his hiding spot. 

“You heard me. If I had known you were like that I would have drank with you guys more often.” The smirk on your face might as well be permanently plastered there. This was something you weren’t going to forget easily. 

“What did I do?”

You don’t answer, walking across the room to pick up his phone. You unlock it, clicking on the video that Wooyoung sent him before tossing it onto the bed next to him. He scrambles to reach it, sitting up to watch carefully. Forgetting about the pain he was just in.

“Did I actually demand bed and cuddles from you?” 

“The whole drive home.” You laugh evilly, heading out the door. “Now get dressed my love, your mother said brunch is ready.” 

You hear a muffled mumble from behind you, but you don’t bother to check on it. You head down for food.

Halfway through food, he gets a call. Quickly leaving to answer it, leaving you and his mother and sister to continue eating and chatting. It doesn’t take him long to return. Hand on your back, but talking to the group. 

“Dad wants me to go with him to the office today.” He sighs dejectively. He eyes you meekly, you’re unsure if he’s upset because of the hangover or he wanted to stay with you. You didn’t do much throughout the day anyways. You liked reading while listening to the waves, sometimes zoning out at the view even. 

“Oh ok, I’ll stay here and help with the set up for tonight.” You smile up at him. Purposefully setting the question aside for later when it would be just the two of you again. 

The at end summer party his family threw every year was tonight. They invited all their friends and their families to it. Changbin mentioned he hated it the most as that’s when his mother would stop her subtle hints at setting him up and blatantly attempt to arrange dates for him. This time thankfully he had you, so he could actually enjoy the night.

“Are you sure?” His puppy dog pout comes back, you can’t help but laugh, reaching up to kiss him ont he cheek in hopes of cheering up.

“I’d love to have her help.” His mother sings from the other side of the table. “We’ll be alright.”

“I can take her shopping later to pick out a dress for tonight!” His sister speaks up.

“Noona, you don’t have to.” He tries to derail.

“Of course I dont, but I want to spend some quality time with my sister-in-law!” She squeaks happily, putting on an overdramatic show just to annoy her brother. 

“Upgraded already?” Changbin chimes, giving you a pointed look. “Did you put my family under a spell or something? Why do they love you so much?” 

Both of you break into matching smiles. He gives you a quick peck on the lips, before turning to leave the room.

Your smile doesn’t recede when you watch his back as he leaves, turning back to food you find his sister and his mother beaming at you. 

Excited giggles and chatter from the other two about the party when they decide to stop staring at you.

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“Are you positive that this is necessary?” You call out from the dressing room. 

You had tried on countless dresses, creating your own fashion show when you’d unveil them to her. But each time them seeming not quite right to either of you. 

“You can’t wear my brothers shirts forever.” She calls back.

“Says you.” You mumble, still loud enough for her to hear. You can make out her faint laughter through the door. 

“Ok, last one then we’ll head home.” You dont react in time to her flinging the bottom of a dress over your door onto your head. You can’t stop yourself from outright laughing at her eagerness.

“Fine.” 

Hanging the dress up on the hook you can now take a moment to look at it. A periwinkle empire waist full length dress, full flowy skirt bottom, with a shimmer of silver over the thin strap. Huh, something about this one pulls you in. You don’t realize your staring at it for so long until you hear her ask.

“Is it on?” 

“Uh, one more minute.” 

You slide the soft over your skin, the complimenting colour to you skin tone giving you a slight glow. Somehow out of the million dress you’ve tried on this one seems to fit perfectly. The zipper glides up, creating a snug but comfortable fit. 

“Ready!” You call out.

Stepping out you don’t wait to look at her reaction. Spinning around to look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes widen.

“This one.” You sigh.

“This one.” She smiles at you in the reflection.

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“You look….” He scans the dress, to your hair and makeup. A light glow on your skin, his sister insisted on. Spending the evening getting ready with her allowed you to surprise him with the look for tonight. “...amazing,”

“Thank you. You’re looking very handsome in this look. I think I like it.” You tease, eyeing him up and down dramatically. And he did, the black slacks and white button up loosley buttoned was definitely a good look for him. Slightly snug in all the right places, biceps and thighs to be exact. Both equally impressive. 

“Oh we like it hm?” He teases back. Maye you should reevaluate your ‘type’.

“Mm, might need to request we go to parties like this more often.” You laugh at the idea.

“Then lets get this party over with and I’m all yours to stare at.” His chuckle comes out genuine as he grabs your hand and leads you down the stairs.

When entering the party area Wooyoung makes himself known to the two of you. Hurriedly you make your way over, joining the large group there. Introductions of more of their oldtime friends turns to introductions to uncles and aunts and other family friends and at one point you think your head is about to start spinning with how many people you’ve just met in such a short time. 

Even then, the smile on your face never wavers. Nor does his. 

Eventually you find yourself in a conversation with his dad on the couch with an uncle of his and a family friend. You weren’t a huge fan of heels so you ending up opting to sit down with his father as he continued talking to his friends.

But like the whole trip here, your time without him was short. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

You give him a cheeky smirk before leaning over to tell his father where you were going and excusing yourseslf. You meet eachother at the back door. Heels left behind on the porch, hands intertwined you begin walking down the beach towards the water.

“Couldn’t stay away huh?” You tease, the breeze off the water feeling like bliss through your hair. It was starting to get a little too warm in the crowded house. 

“You seemed to be having fun though, talking to other people…” You catch the accusation in his words.

“Jealous of your own dad?” You pry farther. 

“Yes. Jealous of anyone who gets to spend time with you.” Once again his infamous pout appears. This pout would be the death of you. 

The cutest muscle man you’d ever seen. One you’d been allowed to see close up and personal for what feels like forever but also only a moment in time. 

“Confession time” He stills your walk when you reach the waters edge.

“I think I’ve been forgetting that all of this is fake.” He holds up your hands to look at them, and how perfectly they fit together. Slowly he lets go, dropping them and takes a step away. 

You take a deep breath, before taking a few steps into the cool night water. Honesty and communication had always been your thing, the two of you. Easy reading others and their needs but also able to talk about what you wanted openly. Maybe that’s what made this work.

“You’re not the only one.” You admit, feeling the water rise and fall with the ebbing tide.

“What do we do?” He whispers, you turn to face him still on the beach. “I don’t know if I can go back….. I don’t want to go back.”

“Then, it sounds like we only have one option.” It all made sense, but then again nothing made sense. You didn’t have to think with Changbin, you just had to be. “We stop lying. Stop pretending. We stop faking.” 

He takes hesitant steps into the water. Standing in front of you. “From now on, its real? Every moment, every kiss, every word, every touch. All real?”

Letting his words sink you, you think about what he’s asking.

“It’s already been real for me.”

You see the realization dawn on him. Cups your face and kisses you. Kisses you for all the kisses that contained the lies you told together. 

“And I’ll be taking my payment in kisses please.” You manage between an onslaught of kisses and giggles. His arms wrapping around you keeping you close to him, the light in his eyes igniting into something more mischievous.

“I can think of another way for payment if you’ll accept it.” 

You pretend to mull it over before hungrily kissing him, your tongue slipping into his mouth. A moan esapes him when you push him further to then pull away. 

“From you? Payment accepted.” You give him a peck before pushing against his chest and running up the beach towards the house. Hell catch up quickly, you know that for a fact, but you also know he knows exactly where you’re headed. To his bedroom. The first night of you being together, no longer liars but two people loving eachother. 

In the warmth of the truth. 

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