One of the
main advantages of baseball games being played usually on Friday was
possibility of throwing the party right after it – not matter if Liberty High’s
team wins or loses. This time wasn’t different. Bryce wasn’t playing that game
because of the injury, so party started before most of the baseball team even
arrived at his home.
Montgomery got there his girlfriend Y/N had been there already for over an hour
and was after a few drinks.
babe”, he came up to her, put his arm around her waist and leaned in for a
smiled at him. “Mister Jack Daniels was keeping me a company while I was
waiting for you”, Y/N pointed at red cup in her hand.
THEEERE HE IS, THE MAN OF THE GAME”, before Monty could even answer, Bryce and
other jock came up to them, put their arms around his shoulders and took him
go”, she smiled when Monty looked at her with apologizing look in his eyes.
used to it. Even though Bryce was the captain, Montgomery and Jeff were real
stars of the team and after each game there was bunch of people who wanted to
talk to both of them and congratulate them, so she was always standing in the
back, waiting for Monty, which didn’t really bothered her. She didn’t like
being in the spotlight, it was Monty’s thing.
the other hand didn’t really care about talking to all those people. He liked
attention – sure, it has always been that way, but something has changed it him
since he started dating Y/N. He much preferred spending time with her, whether
on party or in his bedroom binge watching Netflix than talking to jocks and all
cheerleaders who only wished to be in Y/N’s place.
passed, he was just finishing his beer pong round when he, and many other
people, heard hiccup. Very loud hiccup. He turned around to see it was coming
from Y/N who was talking to Sheri.
last one for me, I got something to do”, he handed the ball to Zach and went
you could use some water, huh?”, he asked her and took red cup out of her hand.
“Thanks for keeping an eye on her, Sheri”.
Monty”, girl smiled and went to watch new beer pong round.
barely even stood on her own feet, not even mentioning walking. Monty went with
her to the living room, where he made her sit on the couch.
back in a second”, he rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.
“Here, drink it”, he opened it and made Y/N make a sip.
alcohol in it”, she said clearly unimpressed.
definitely don’t need more”, Monty laughed.
buzzed in his pocket – which was place where it always was during the parties.
said as he saw who was calling. “Wait here”.
rushed to first empty room and picked up the phone.
Y/L/N, it’s Montgomery”.
Is there Y/N anywhere near you?”, Y/N’s mum asked.
bathroom. With Sheri”, he lied quickly as Y/N definitely wasn’t in condition
that allowed her to talk to her mum.
of them had to get to the bathroom?”.
Some guy drama and all that stuff”.
Y/N’s mum laughed. “Listen, I just wanted to ask if Y/N is staying at your
place after party or is coming home. She left her keys, so I don’t know if I
should keep the doors opened for night”.
“She can stay
at my place. I mean… It’s safer. And you don’t have to sleep with door
unlocked”, Monty said.
right”, she chuckled. “Okay, have fun kids, just please, don’t make little
Y/L/N”, Monty smiled.
As much as
he was a little afraid of Y/N’s dad, he felt like her mum really liked him and
he was really hoping that she was able to realize even a little bit of how
important her daughter was for him.
the call and left the room. Y/N was sitting on the couch, red cup was back in
he moaned as he kneeled in front of her. “You really had enough”, he took a cup
she looked at him confused. “What else do you think you can call me?”
I can call you whatever I want”, he left quick kiss on her lips.
you’re in trouble”, she slowly shook her head.
he was confused.
“If my boyfriend see this, he’ll kick your ass”, she whispered into his ear.
Monty bit his lip trying not to laugh.
God, she’s so wasted, he thought.
“So I probably shouldn’t do that?”, he asked putting some hair from her face behind her ear.
“Dude, seriously”, she said with serious face. “Don’t even try your pick
up lines or anything, because one - Monty will kick your ass, two - I
love him so much, that…”
“You love him?”, Monty interrupted her.
They’ve been a couple for some time by now but neither of them had said three magic words again yet. Until now.
“Duh, yeah”, she rolled her eyes. “I mean, he still can be a dick to
everyone except me but for me he’s the best boyfriend I could ask for”,
she was talking slower and slower and put het forehead on Monty’s
“You wanna go home?”, he asked. “With Monty of course”.
Y/N nodded her head.
Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch while Montgomery went to asked Jeff to give them a ride home.
Y/N woke up feeling like shit. Headache was killing her and she hadn’t
even opened her eyes yet. She remembered, barely, she black out last
night, pretty early, and assumed Monty was probably pissed about that. She slowly pened one eye and saw she was in her boyfriend’s room.
“Monty?”, she mumbled.
No response so he wasn’t in the room. She closed her eye again praying for headache to stop. Few minutes
she opened the eye again when she heard door opening.
“Look who woke up”, Monty smiled. “Good morning, princess”, he sat on bed next to her and handed her a huge cup of water with aspirin.
“Hi”, she smiled weakly and drank everything at once almost.
Monty took her spare hand, tangled his fingers with hers while looking at her with puppy eyes.
“Aren’t you supposed to be mad at me or something?”, she asked.
“Why would I be mad?”
“Because I got wasted last night, black out and you couldn’t enojy the party because you had to take care of me?”, she said stroking his hand with her thumb.
“Jesus, you’re so silly”, he laughed and hide his face in the crook of her neck.
“Should I thank you or what?”, Y/N asked confused.
“If I had to choose between you and taking care of you versus anything else, I’d always choose you. you know that?”. he looked up at her with dreamy eyes.
“Monty, did I say or do something yesterday that I don’t remember because you’re acting really weird”.
“I just…”, Montgomery took a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N”.
In a second Y/N felt millions of butterflies in her stomach and huge smile showed up on her face. It was the first time Monty confessed his feelings for her and she couldn’t be any happier.
“I love you too”, she smiled at him.
“Yeah, I know”, he shrugged with a smile.
“Oh really?”, she chuckled.
“You said that last night”.
“What?”, she sat on the bed.
She was mad at herself for telling it first and not even remembering it.
“Yesterday, you told me I shouldn’t flirt with you because you have a boyfriend and he’ll kick my ass and that you love him”, Monty said bringing her closer to himself.
“Ugh, I’m so mad!”, Y/N covered her face with blanket. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that… And I wanted to remember that”, she said angrily.
“Hey, babe”, Monty uncovered her head. “Don’t you think the only thing that matters now is that we both finally grow some ball and spilled it out?”
“You’re right, yeah”, she smiled and started playing with his hair. “Now say it again”
“What?”, Monty acted surprised.
“You know what”.
“No I don’t”.
“Monty”, she punched his arm.
“Are you trying to hurt me with this funny, small fist?”, he grabbed her hand, unfist it and tangled his fingers with hers. “I love you”, he said looking her in the eyes.
“And I love you”, she nestled into him while he put his arms around her.
Okay, this is shit, I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time x
-because he’s from the States he’d be very open minded, and only care about your happiness-
“Babe, I’ll love you still no matter what.” “If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”
-he’d be very understanding, well try his hardest to be; he’d make sure to ask you important questions that way he didn’t accidentally hurt you in some way-
“Oh um what pronouns would you prefer?” “Are there some petnames that are off limits for you?”
-then he’d proceed to do lots of research to insure you’ll always be 100% comfortable-
-immediately would began to call you by your preferred pronouns, and do practically anything you wanted, but still would be weary when it came to certain things due to being afraid of making you uncomfortable-
*is around the other’s while you’re in your room working on the computer, the others bring you up and start chatting about you* “They really are the sweetest, aren’t they?” *the others question why he’s referring to you as they instead of her, so he automatically starts explaining everything to them* “You guys better not mess up their pronouns, it’s important to them so it’s important to me.”
-he’d never been friends with or dated someone who was nonbinary; he’d have so many questions, but would be nervous as hell the entire time-
“I just want you happy, you’re still my baby, y/n.” “Just tell me everything I should know, I- I really am not sure what’s appropriate to ask.”
-though he’d know very little about the subject, he’d make sure to be very attentive, listening to everything you said and silently taking mental note of everything as he tightly holds your hand-
-more than likely would be the most confused, and would just keep everything in mind; then later goes to Mark, Jinyoung, and Jackson to ask them about it-
“Okay, so y/n said they’re non-binary..and like I understand a little, because they vaguely explained it to me, but I need help trying to understand it more.” *they tell him to go back and ask you to give him a more in depth explanation* “NO! THEY”LL I DON’T WANT THEM TO THINK I WASN’T LISTENING!” “I don’t want them upset with me.”
-after you and him talk about it, he takes it upon himself to do more research but still ends up coming back to you to ask more questions-
*takes you out for some food, and while the two of you start eating he ends up bombarding you with questions* “What other pronouns are acceptable besides they/them? Or do you specifically just prefer those?” “What about nicknames?” “Should I correct everyone who gets your pronouns wrong or are there some cases where you would let it slide?”
Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagine: “More Than Your Best Friend”
Request:“Can you please do one with line 53 and 76 if you have time? Thanks.” “Darling, stop” & “Come here.”
Word Count: 3,565 (Requester wanted a more developed story that also had Thomas’s POV and didn’t seem rushed or forced, and since I like more developed stories too, this ended up long.)
“Tommmyyyyy,” you shouted excitedly, and very loudly, across the halls, waving your arm in the air as obnoxiously as possible in order to catch his attention. Thomas’s head rose as soon as he heard that familiar voice, his countenance shifting warmly as soon as he saw his best friend waving at him. He smiled brightly and pushed his hair out of his face happily.
“Y/N,” he greeted you, sweeping you into a warm hug. You wrapped your arms around his strong back and crushed him back teasingly. You pulled away and pouted, “I haven’t seen you in a week, and that’s all you’ve got?” You linked your arms in his bracingly and pulled him along into your next class. “Come on, you need to tell me everything about your vacation.”
Thomas turns to look down at you warily, amused at how sprightly you managed to be at 8 in the morning. “Well… There’s not much to tell,” he put simply.
You dropped your bag on your desk and sunk in your chair grumpily. “Oh come on,” you whined. You leaned forward and grinned mischievously. “No cute girls? No wild nights spent drinking on the beach?”
Thomas rolled his eyes and punched you on the arm frustratedly. “Darling, stop. You know you’re the only one for me,” he laughed wickedly, masking his own dismay hastily. He then winked in your direction, eliciting a mock show of surprise and flattery from you.
“Oh, Thomas, how did you know? I’m absolutely in love with you,” you joked back.
Thomas flushed slightly at these words and fell quiet. He changed the subject hurriedly. “Mmm yes, and given up on Dylan? Doubt it.”
You blushed at the mention of the boy you had recently grown close to. “Well if you won’t spill any juicy details… I will. Dylan invited me to his big party this weekend!” You could hard keep out a girlish squeal at the end of your sentence. Thomas could tell you had been bursting to tell him all day. He tried to look happy for you, but, failing miserably, he cocked an eyebrow and remarked through gritted teeth, “Are you asking for my blessing?”
You averted your gaze from Thomas’s steady one. You coughed awkwardly. “Well it’d be nice to make some sort of effort to like him, or get to know him, for my sake.” You couldn’t help the annoyed glare you were flashing at Thomas when your teacher walked into the classroom.
Thomas glanced down thoughtfully, the apologetic guilt written all over his face, and opened his mouth to correct you when –
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, open your textbooks to page 492. Let’s begin.”
The hallways were as tightly packed as ever, which annoyed Thomas to no end. He couldn’t find you or Ki Hong anywhere. Thomas snaked his way through the lunch room and sat down on his typical lunch table. It wasn’t long before Ki Hong and you showed up… With Dylan trailing at your side.
Thomas groaned inwardly as Dylan nodded in his direction and sat down next to you. “How’s it hangin, man?”
Thomas hated his little eye wink and that cocky smile he always flashed. “Never better,” Thomas replied icily. You flitted your eyes between the two boys, waiting for a sparring match to erupt. Ki Hong stared, eyebrows raised, mouth hanging open slightly in a failed attempt to understand why Thomas and Dylan were being so cold to one another.
Dylan didn’t spare Thomas a second glance, and instead turned to you, cuddling up to your shoulder with his and looking at you with a light smirk. “So, what are you wearing at the party Friday?” He flirted.
You blushed and pulled away slightly, rolling your eyes playfully. You noticed Dylan had recently been flirtatious, but it had never been in front of your friends, so you hadn’t cared. Now, suddenly, you felt quite self-conscious. You placed your hand on his arm warningly. “Not now, Dylan…” You whispered in a low voice, turning away from the boys sitting across from you.
Dylan smirked, his light brown eyes flashing darkly as he saw the shy, soft side of you that you kept so well hidden. “Only for you, babe,” he chuckled, letting the matter drop. Thomas clenched his jaw lividly as Dylan ran his hand up your thigh teasingly. You laced your hand in Dylan’s to get him to stop playing his not so subtle game. “I said, not now.” You growled at him, turning to look at him dead in the eye.
Dylan simply smirked, pulling back and drawing himself to full height. “Only because you begged,” he replied, even though he was stung. He didn’t understand why you were being so detached now that you were around your friends. They all had seen you sitting together before… all except Thomas.
Dylan turned suddenly and focused his attention on Thomas. “Hey man, I’m having a party this weekend. I already invited (Y/N) here, why don’t you and Ki Hong come along too –” he turned to Ki Hong, who was barely paying him any mind, “– and bring your girlfriends, yeah?” He didn’t pause to wait for an answer, merely rose from the table, clapped Thomas’s back, and with that he was off.
Thomas turned to face you and Ki Hong in a daze. Ki Hong stared back at him and just blinked. “What just happened?”
“I think Dylan just invited you to his party,” you replied slowly, analyzing your friend’s slow reactions.
Thomas let out a low whistle and slunk back in the bench, shaking his head spitefully. “Did he just ask us to bring girlfriends? What a douche.”
Ki Hong blinked again, before breaking his silence with, “I don’t even swing that way.”
Thomas cracked up.
“Tommy none of these dresses look good on me,” you whined from behind your closet door. Picking an outfit for Dylan’s party was proving harder than you thought, especially when Kaya, your best girlfriend, wasn’t there to give you advice. Instead, Thomas was waiting on you so that he could accompany you to the party, since Kaya was busy during the day and would meet you at the party a little later.
Thomas, hands stuffed inside his jeans pockets lazily, sighed and shook his head. “We’ve been at this for hours, (Y/N), just pick a dress… Why does it matter so much anyway, it’s just a party.”
You scoffed and popped your head out of the door indignantly. “It’s not just a party, it’s Dylan’s. As in the guy who has been flirting with me for weeks and has adorable puppy eyes I just can’t say no to.” You flashed a joking smile to let Thomas know you were kidding, but he knew there was at least some truth to what you said. It was true Dylan had his eyes set on you for weeks. You probably didn’t really like him back, but like you said yourself, you just couldn’t say no to his irresistible charms and good lucks. Thomas rolls his eyes at the thought, annoyed that you were carrying on with such a self-absorbed brat.
“So are you going to come out today so we can actually attend the party or –” Thomas was cut off short as you opened the door and walked out with great fanfare.
You spun around once, flouncing, and then turned to Thomas, eyebrows raised. “So, is this okay?”
You asked with a curious sincerity in your voice and eyes that Thomas loved. He looked at you breathlessly, unable to say anything proper. “Um… wow – you look great.” His voice caught, and he pursed his lips before he let out breathlessly, “You look beautiful.”
You blushed. Thomas was always so sweet, but the way his eyes followed you made you shiver. He made you feel, well, beautiful. You shyly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and glanced at the ground for a second. “Thank you,” you whispered. You looked back up at Thomas, whose gaze still hadn’t left you. You took his hand hurriedly, trying to ignore the burning rising from your neck into your cheeks, and pulled him along with you. “Come on, let’s go see what all the fuss is about over this party.”
Pulling up to the party, you knew this was definitely not your scene. Music was blaring even as you took your first steps towards Dylan’s house. You gripped Thomas’s arm tighter as soon as you entered, strobe lights glaring and making it impossible to focus on anything or anyone. “Where do you suppose Kaya and Ki Hong are?” You yelled into Thomas’s ear.
“No idea, love.” Thomas looked down at you worriedly. “You know (Y/N), we can leave if you want.”
Your shoulders were tensed. “And miss out on the wild high school experience? Nah, we should stay.” You tried pushing your way past the innumerable bodies pressed against each other, each one holding a drink. You caught Thomas looking at one particularly wasted couple making out with each other, leaving not even an inch between each other.
“Maybe I should just get wasted, too,” you said jokingly. “Might make it easier to tolerate this.”
Thomas looked down sharply at you. You were smiling, and realizing you were joking, he relaxed. “I guess I’ll go get us something not so unholy to drink, then.” You nodded, busy looking for Dylan. Thomas had merely just disappeared out of sight when you turned and saw Dylan right in front of you.
He looked pleased. “(Y/N)!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I’m glad you came! Let’s go somewhere quiet, yeah?”
You nodded, following him upstairs to his room. You felt relieved to be away from the crammed bodies and deafening noise. Dylan handed you a drink and pulled you to sit next to him on the bed. You took a nervous sip and looked curiously towards Dylan. You didn’t know what he intended to do with you.
“You’re Thomas, right?” a burly, arrogant boy appeared in front of Thomas, blocking his way out of the kitchen.
Thomas looked at him simply. “Yeah?”
The boy, with spiked golden hair and piercing blue eyes, took another menacing step towards Thomas. The bulge of muscles in his arms stretched his shirt, clinging to his built figure tightly. Thomas eyed him warily, pretty certain he had seen this idiot walking around with Dylan. The boy laughed and looked at Thomas with a predatory kind of amusement. “I got a message to deliver to you. Courtesy of Dylan.”
Thomas placed his drinks on the counter next to him and narrowed his eyes in the meathead’s direction. “What about that little idiot?”
The boy gripped Thomas’s collar. “He wants you to know that (Y/N) is his. You’re going to have to back off, or get hurt.”
Thomas clenched his jaw, roughly grabbing the boy’s hand and flinging it off of him. He straightened himself and seethed. “Oh yeah? So tough and all, isn’t he? Why couldn’t he tell me himself, face to face, that coward?”
The boy’s mouth twisted into a smile. “Dylan sends his apologies. He’s too busy screwing your girlfriend to waste his time on you.”
Thomas’s resolve broke. He swung violently at the other, and he heard the sound of his knuckles cracking against his jaw before he could register his own action. The jock stumbled back, and he gripped his cheek in an effort to relieve himself of some of the pain. Ouch. Thomas’s fist was red, and he was sure he hurt himself more in the moment than he hurt the other boy.
The boy’s face was impassive, as if he had expected as much from Thomas. “You can hurt me all you want, man. We both you I’m not the one you want. Going after me isn’t going to change the fact that Dylan’s hands are up your girl’s little skirt right now, and he wins.”
Thomas’s face contorted with rage again, and this time he roughly grabbed the boy’s collar and shoved him against the wall. “Tell me where they are, you bastard,” he yelled.
The boy smiled. “Clock’s ticking.”
“So… something tells me you don’t come to a lot of parties,” Dylan started slowly, looking at you intensely, breaking the silence.
You smiled nervously. “No, uh, they’re not really my thing. I’ve never really found a good enough reason to go out at night and get wasted with people I don’t know and do things I probably won’t remember but will definitely regret.”
Dylan gave a side smile at that. “So, why’d you come to this one?”
You colored slightly, and responded flirtily, “For you, of course.”
Dylan’s face shifted darkly, and he smiled and raised his eyebrows, impressed. “I didn’t know it’d be so easy.” He took one last gulp of his punch before setting it down to his side.
“No one’s ever accused me of being easy, Dylan,” you warned jokingly, though you couldn’t help but feel slightly affronted at his comment.
“Really?” He smirked, drawing closer to you and placing gentle fingers on your jaw, stroking it. “I haven’t had a particularly difficult time to get you in my room, or on my bed.”
You assumed he’s just flirting and let it continue. “Well now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do? Are you just going to sit here talking about it…” your voice trails off as Dylan’s fingers reach your chin, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.
“We’ve waited so long, (Y/N). What’s a few more minutes?” Dylan’s voice was husky, his breath falling on your neck. He pushed your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him. He ran his fingers gently down your neck and rubbed them against your collarbones rhythmically.
You let your head fall back and looked up into Dylan’s eyes intently. “What are you waiting for?” you whispered, confused. Dylan wasn’t the type of guy to stall in taking what he wanted.
Dylan’s eyes clouded with dark pleasure. “So eager, (Y/N). Why are you in such a rush? Afraid someone might notice you’re gone?”
You pulled away slightly from Dylan’s lingering touch. “And who would that be?”
Dylan’s grip tightened on your jaw, holding your face in place to look up at him. “Thomas,” he uttered bitterly through clenched teeth.
You turned your face away and twisted yourself out of his grip, backing away slightly on the bed, pressing yourself against the headboard behind you. “What do you mean, ‘Thomas’? What are you saying, Dylan?”
Dylan’s face had shifted into a frightening, brooding kind of anger now. “I mean that everything was fine between us before that lovely fellow returned from his trip, and suddenly you couldn’t stand to be seen with me around him. So, you tell me, (Y/N).”
“I-I… you and I are not together, Dylan,” you sputtered. “Why are you acting like a jealous boyfriend? Thomas is my best friend. Of course I care what he thinks. What, did you just bring me up here to make him jealous? Is that what you were waiting for, for him to walk in on us?”
Dylan crept forwards, towards you, backing you into the corner of the bed. He put his hand out onto the headboard, and used his other hand to run his fingers through your hair. “What would you say if he did? What does he think about you being here with me? What does he think of me kissing you?” He lowered his lips onto your jaw, outlining it with the brush of his mouth. “Are we still not together, (Y/N)?” Feeling his lips on your skin, you felt as if you were on fire. The image of Thomas flashed in your mind, and you burned. This was wrong. You placed your hands on Dylan’s shoulders to push him off. He was relentless.
“No,” you growled. “We’re not together. Get off, Dylan.”
Dylan raged in response, becoming more fervent in his touch. “Come on, (Y/N), forget about him. Play a little longer –” The door smashed open. Thomas burst into the room, panting breathlessly. His forehead was furrowed and his chest was rising and falling rapidly, his disheveled blond hair flying wildly.
Thomas’s expression shifted into a wild rage as soon as his eyes fell on you protesting against Dylan. “Get the hell away from her,” Thomas bellowed. He threw himself onto Dylan, pulling him away from you and shoving him against the back wall. “Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled deeply in his throat, his normally soft brown eyes hardened with a steely cold anger you had never seen before. You could not imagine Thomas being so angry.
Dylan pushed Thomas’s chest, throwing him off of him. “Jealous, Thomas?” he jeered. “Jealous she chose me?”
“You don’t love her!” Thomas yelled into his face. “I could never be jealous of you. You only sent that idiot after me because you were the one who was jealous.”
Dylan laughed at the idea. “Jealous of you? You’re right,” he spat coldly. “I don’t love her. She was just my amusement, but you started this war when you came back and got your little feelings hurt.”
Thomas swung his fist and made contact with what he hoped was now a very broken nose. “Consider it ended,” Thomas spat, staring down disgustedly at Dylan, who lie limply curled on the ground, clutching his nose in pain.
Thomas spared no time in turning to you. You were standing behind him, tugging on his arm to pull him away from Dylan. “Tommy… Tommy please, let it go. Come on.” Thomas took your hand tightly, lacing his fingers with yours, leading you out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the packed house. The midnight chill hit you instantly, making you shiver in your small dress. “Tommy, your hand –” you reached out to grab his other hand, gently pulling it towards you. His knuckles were red and bruised, swollen slightly around his fingers. You felt a pang of guilt, suddenly aware that he wouldn’t be hurt if it weren’t for you. “I-I’m sorry, Thomas…” You blinked away a sudden tear, unable to say anything more for fear of breaking out into sobs.
Thomas shook his head and enclosed your hands in his, hiding his bruised hand under yours. “Darling, stop. Come here.” This time, when he called you “darling”, there was a new meaning to it you couldn’t shake off. He pulled you into a tight embrace, and you let your head fall against his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeats, feel the rise and fall of his chest, smell the cologne on his neck. The warmth of his body relaxed you until you could breath normally again. You pulled away shakily, and tilted your head back so you could search Thomas’s face. His eyebrows were still furrowed, and he still looked worried, but there was a new expression as well.
Leaving one arm wrapped around the small of your back, he brought the other up to run his fingers along your cheek. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
You shook your head. “I’m fine. He seemed to want to hurt you more than me. I should be asking if you’re alright.”
Thomas spoke softly, “He didn’t do anything to make me feel anything I haven’t already been feeling. I… I love you, (Y/N), and that hurts me every day.”
“I love you, too, Thomas,” you whispered, unable to believe yourself the words that were coming out of your mouth. You weren’t sure you meant it until you said it out loud.
Thomas ran a frustrated hand through his tousled curls. “I don’t mean it like that, (Y/N). I mean, I want to be more than your best friend. I love you more than just as a best friend.”
You nod fervently, taking Thomas’s face in your hands, focusing his wild eyes on you and your words. “And I love you, too, Thomas. Not just as a friend. You care for me the way no one does. I can’t get my mind off of you. I think about you even when I try so hard not to. But I’m not going to try not to anymore. I want you, and you alone.” You spoke rapidly and breathlessly, afraid that if you didn’t say them now, you never would be able to. As if this was all the time you had left with Thomas.
Thomas drew you closer. You had given him all the permission he needed. He brought his mouth down onto yours, kissing you with such unimaginable softness you melted into it. You moved your hands instinctively to the back of his head, running your fingers through his rumpled hair. Thomas’s hands roamed up your spine, making you breathless. You gasped against his mouth, sensitive to his light touch. You pressed your mouth back against his, this time with more fervor, suddenly unable to get enough of Thomas, your best friend you knew so intimately. His hands rose to your hair, and he swept it behind you, his fingers trailing down your temple to your ear to your neck. His thumb rested on your collarbone, tracing it with utmost care and wonder.
The surrounding world faded from sight as you pulled yourself out of the kiss. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N),” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, never taking his eyes off yours.
I plan on writing some Evie, Mal, Uma, and Lonnie imagines after this. I gotta give my girls some love. I do plan on writing at least two for each. One of male reader and another as femalw reader. Anyways, thank you @galaximerboi for giving me the opportunity to write about this bi/pansexual pirate.
Summary: You are the son of Peter Pan and your boyfriend is the son of Captain Hook. The relationship between your parents made it a surprise that you two would even bat an eye. However, there are some downfalls.
Harry was in his dorm trying to catch up on his homework. He was lucky enough to have his dorm located infront of the building. It gave him a good view of the campus.
He was looking out the window, his homework long forgotten, when he saw the familiar shade of green he loved. He opened the window to call out his name when he picked up a conversation.
“Can you believe it? (Y/N) Pan and Harry Hook. Who do they think they are? An Auradanion kid with the villian of his own father. Geez, what’s next? We have a villian kid ruling Auradon?” A too familiar voice said. Harry looked down and saw Chad. He was gonna call him out when he heard his door slam.
Harry saw his boyfriend pacing around the room. He then saw his boyfriend walk up on the cieling. Harry quickly got used to his boyfriends flying, and tights. The thoughts quickly washed away when he saw his face.
“You heard Chad right. I saw you. D-do you think maybe he is right? I mean I AM dating the son of my dad’s arch nemesis.” You rambled. Harry stood up from his chair and looked up at his boyfriend still pacing back and forth from the cieling.
“Darling who cares what they think.” Harry said.
“Harry! I do, I care about what they say. I’m not like you. These are people I grew up with so of course I would!” You exclaimed.
“Babe, I understand that, but the only thing that matters is that we are together.” Harry said. He looked at his boyfriend concerned.
“I know that, but we became the laughing stock of the school. Everyone thinks what we have is wrong.” You said. This broke Harry and you knew it. Harry picked up his father’s hook.
“What we have is wrong?”
“Harry I di-”
“No, I cannot believe you just said that!”
“Harry, it has just been so hard.”
“You think this is easy? Explaining myself and changing? Everyday I try to better myself just so that you won’t have to deal with this bullshit. Pan, can’t you see that?”
“But they don’t like us.”
“Who the hell cares! Uma loves you, Gil loves you, Harriet adores you, and CJ loves you too! They love us. They see the good in us. They believe in us.“ Harry cried. You never saw him this worked up. You regretted every saying anything. “I can not believe you think this relationship is wrong.”
Harry grabbed his hook and put on his hat. He then left the room pushing down everyone in his path. You saw Twinkleflake, daughter of Periwinkle, and Fluttertink, daughter of Tinkerbell. They were your best friends. You let tears fall out of your eyes. They quickly came to hug you. The small faeries got on your shoulders and squished your face.
“What happened?!” They cried in unison. You explained them the situation. Periwinkle was not please at all. She stomped her foot on you. Fluttertink tried to calm her down.
“Do you not see how much that boy loves you? Sure, i was hesitant at first, but then I saw the way he looked at you. That Hook boy loves you (Y/N). You are out of your mind!” Periwinkle exclaimed. Fluttertink then placed her tiny hand to your cheek.
“(Y/N), Im not gonna tell you who you should love or who you shouldn’t. But if you truly cared for that boy, you shouldn’t think that your relationship is wrong. You should fight for it you goof.” Fluttertink said in a soft tone. They were right. You were only thinking about yourself. You were so selfish, you didn’t think of what Harry felt. You gave them both a kiss on the cheek and ran off.
You were running everywhere. You ran throughout the school, the dorms, the park, until you went to the docks. You floated close to him. Harry was holding his watch in his hand. You got close.
“Harry” you called softly. He didn’t respond. He simply shifted to face the other direction. You sighed tears threatening to spill out.
“I don’t expect you to say or react. If I were you, I would be doing the same. I deserve it. I shouldn’t have said any of that. I deserve this. I let other people get to me. People that don’t even matter. You matter. You matter so much to me and I am so stupid for doing that. I am so sorry. I don’t derserve you. I am so sorry. I was so selfish. I didn’t think of you and your feelings. You must be hurting so much everyday.“ You cried. You couldn’t stop the tears no matter what you tried. Harry sighed and stood up. You then brought you close.
You cried. The tears wetting his shirt. You were so scared at that moment. Afraid he would leave you.
“(Y/N), you deserve happiness. You deserve the world. And if I am what makes you happy then I’ll stay. But if I cause you so much pain, then I will take myself out of the picture.” He said. You wrapped your arms around him.
“Please stay.” You said. Harry chuckled and kissed your forehead.
“I love you.” He confessed. You smiled widely and looked up to him. You passionetly kissed his lips.
Imagine: You get ridiculously drunk and your friend calls Josh to come pick you up. You’re all flirty and needy and he respectfully declines.
In retrospect, you probably didn’t need that last shot. In fact, you probably would have been totally fine if you hadn’t of taken it. But you did. And now you weren’t totally fine. The room was spinning and the lights from the club were flashing and bright and sort of completely psyching you out. But you were having fun. The most fun you’d had all semester. And you didn’t want it to end. So you bucked up and dumped more poison down your throat.
“Woah—“ your best friend laughed as you staggered towards her, a grin plastered over your face. “I think you’re a little drunk.”
“Happy,” you say smugly. “I think you mean happy.” You fling an arm around her, wanting to truly show your appreciation for making you come out tonight. “I am just so happy.”
“Whatever you say, drunky,” she laughs, trying her best to steady you with her own weight.
“You’re drunk too-“ you protest, wanting to defend your ego.
“Yeah, but at least I’m coherent enough to hold my own body up right,” she mutters.
“We need to get you more booze,” you say, wandering over to the bar and ordering a couple more shots.
“Do you really think we need more drinks?” she asks, refusing the glass you held in front of her.
You shrug, dumping one after the other into your mouth. That was probably a mistake.
The rest of the night was kind of a blur. You danced for a bit. And lost track of your friend. But your hazy mind refused to let you worry about how you were getting home. You just danced and jumped and tried your hardest not to vomit.
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw a flash of red enter the bar. You knew that puff of hair anywhere, and started fighting your way through the crowd to find it and give it a big ole kiss.
“Thank God you’re hear—“ you heard your friend gasp, “She’s so drunk, Josh, so, so drunk-“
“Baby!” you screamed, bustling through the line of people and spreading your arms out wide.
“Jesus—“ Josh said, taking in your sweaty face and messy hair, but he was grinning, clearly at least a little pleased that you were having fun.
You didn’t let him stare for too long before you jumped into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder.
“I missed you!” you say loudly in his ear. He folded his arms around you, and when you tried to pull away, he clung on and supported you.
“Yeah, missed you too,” he chuckled. “I think it might be time to head home, yeah?” he added, trying to convey as much enthusiasm in that statement as he could, in hopes of persuading you to listen.
You frowned, but right on cue, your stomach did a 360 flip and you nodded quickly, too afraid to agree verbally. If you opened your mouth, you just might vomit. You let yourself fall into Josh’s side, his biceps flexing to hold you up.
“I got her,” he mumbled to your friend as she watched with a worried look on her face.
You stared very intently at your shoes as Josh led you to the car. The cool air felt nice on your skin.
Josh opened the passengers’ side and helped you settle into the car. You watched him rush quickly to the drivers side. He looked so good, his tank top ripped at the sides, his side showing. You flattened your hair and crossed your legs, trying to look good for him when he got back in.
He popped in the car so smoothly, placed his arm on the back of your seat before checking to back up. You stared at his toned, bare arm, not even realizing your were biting your lip hungrily at him.
Josh’s gaze briefly came across yours, his eyes widening once he saw the look on your face.
“What?” he said, laughter present in his voice.
You placed your hand on his thigh, before leaning in closer. His breath smelled like spearmint. You let your hand trail higher and higher up his leg, until it hovered over his crotch. “Want you-“ you mumbled, before smashing your lips against his.
He kissed you back, but only briefly, before he pulled back.
“Babe, you’re so drunk,” he stated, matter-of-factly.
“So?” you breathed, letting your palm press harder into Josh’s pants.
“So, you don’t even know what you’re doing right now.”
“Does it feel like I don’t know what I’m doing?” you breathed.
Josh’s breath hitched and his hips slightly buckled beneath your touch. But he grabbed your wrist lightly and removed your hand, placing it on your own lap.
“Not tonight,” he said, shaking his head and starting to back the car up.
You curled your hands in your lap and looked out the window silently, feeling rejected and very, very embarrassed. You watched the town go by in a blur as Josh drove you both back to the apartment. Your hands shook slightly and whether that was the alcohol or rejection from your boyfriend, you didn’t know.
When Josh parked the car, he tried getting out quick enough to help you, but you steadied yourself against the door and pushed your way out of his car, walking as confident as you could to the apartment without his stupid help.
“Woah,” he said behind you, touching your elbow slightly in an attempt to steady you, but you pulled back aggressively, too embarrassed to interact.
And that’s when it hit. The nausea so bad you felt like you might explode. Your head spun and your stomach lurched and it took everything you had to even make it to the grass before you were doubled over, retching. It was awful. You couldn’t breathe. You just heaved and heaved. At some point you started crying because your face was wet. But you felt the steady hand of Josh on your back, rubbing circles. And his voice reassured you that it was okay. It would be over soon. Get it all out. It calmed you down enough to be able to take a breath in between heaves.
When you were done, you remained on all fours for a moment. Truth-be-told, you weren’t sure if you had enough strength to stand up. But Josh was there, gripping your arms and hoisting you up on your own two feet.
“Finished?” he asked, no mockery or joking-ness in his voice.
You nodded, still shaking.
He coiled you against his side, supporting you completely and led you inside the apartment. You cringed at the bright lights, but Josh led you to the dimmed bedroom and helped take off your shoes and jeans. He grabbed a t-shirt for you and led you to the bathroom to brush your teeth. When you were all settled, you all but raced to the bed, pulling back the covers. Josh joined you after putting a puke bucket near your side, flicking off the light on his way over. His bare legs brushed against yours and you curled up into his side, resting your head on his chest and grabbing a handful of his t-shirt in your fist.
“Feel better?” he muttered into your hair.
You shook your head, your eyes squeezed shut to avoid the nausea. “Not really.”
“Bathroom’s not far, and I’m right here,” he whispered, stroking your arm softly.
You nodded into his chest, inhaling his sweet scent and letting his soft voice lull you to sleep. “Love you,” you muttered, almost incoherently before drifting off.
Okay, first a note, this is loosely based on conversations I’ve had with my husband and the one time my clueless brother tried to talk me down from a panic attack. Before you attack me, these are things I deal with, I’ve dealt with, people have said to me, and things that have worked or not worked, I am by no means a medical professional and any advice should be taken with a grain of salt. This is also inspired by a few posts on @irish-nlessing this morning that reminded me of my clueless husband who once told me I looked “decent” when we were getting ready for some event I had to wear a dress for.
Also, this is my first attempt at writing and I’m not that great to be kind to me.
I don’t know how long I’m sitting here on the floor of my shared walk in closet when I hear the front door shut and then loud footsteps on the stairs leading up to my bedroom. I’m supposed to be getting ready for a dinner the record label is throwing to celebrate the release of the boys first album in 5 years.
I met Niall during the hiatus. He had been doing his own solo tour and he came to my town and we met at a local pub after his show. I hadn’t been around the other girls that much and I was nervous about meeting them. They were all…different than me.
“Babe, where are you at? We have to get ready. I’m gonna hop in the shower quick.” I reply that I’m getting dressed and he accepts my answer and I hear the shower running. He had been golfing all day and he was undoubtedly very sweaty, so I had a few more minutes till he was going to find me here in the closet wearing just my towel after my own shower.
Niall comes in and I’m pulled from my thoughts. “Why aren’t ya dressed? Why are ya on the floor? Is somethin’ wrong?” He starts to pull out his suit that his stylist had set out for him, and when I don’t move or respond, he stops, pants half buttoned. Its then that he sees the tears quietly streaming down my face.
“What are ya cryin’ for?” he asks. “Do ya need some water or somethin’? Should I call yer ma?” I just look at my clueless boyfriend and I know he’s getting frustrated. He has no clue what to do in these situations. He sighs and sits down next to me. “I don’t wanna go.” I lean my head on his bare shoulder. “I don’t like how I look in the dress.” “Babe, you probably look fine, just… C’mon, we’re gonna be late.”
He stands up and continues getting dressed. I get up and walk to the vanity and start doing my hair and makeup. “I’m sorry Ni, I just don’t feel comfortable in it.” He’s never been good at dealing with my anxiety. “I can’t just cancel cause ya don’t wanna wear a dress.”
“It’s not about the damn dress. You don’t get it. The other girls are much thinner and prettier than me. Your fans aren’t that thrilled with my entire existence as it is and I just can’t get out of my own head right now, so I am terribly sorry if I just CAN’T put it on right now.”
“I don’t frankly give a fuck what anyone else thinks about ya babe, cause the only person who matters is me and I think ya look great in sweats. I love you, they’re going to love you, and if they don’t screw ‘em. They’ve all heard a lot about you and they are so excited to finally get to know you. The boys talk about how great you are to them all the time. They already think you’re amazing.”
“ You’ve talked me up to be this amazing person and they are going to be massively disappointed when I show up. ”
“What do I have to do right now to get you in this dress. Any dress, fuck I’d be happy if ya just wear that damn towel.”
I sigh and finish my makeup. I don’t feel like doing my hair so I just comb it through and leave it hang down my shoulders.
“What about your meds, did ya take em?”
“I didn’t want to cause I feel like I’m not myself.”
“Its okay, it just helps you get out of your head. You heard your doctor, your dose is the equivalent of a glass of wine. Think of it that way.”
There’s no getting out of this, and I finally put the dress on. I quickly put on my shoes and jewelry. I walk down the stairs and my boyfriend is standing at the bottom looking like an absolute prince. “You look amazing, Ni.”
“Yeah yeah you look great too, lets go.”
“Okay that’s not helpful. Next time try stunning, beautiful, terrific, if you can’t think of a word say speechless. Or just grab me and kiss me and that will say enough.”
He pulls me into him and kisses my forehead. “I already told ya, I think you look fantastic in everything. And this dress was made for you. I’m sorry, I’m not tryin’ to be insensitive, I just don’t know what ya want from me today. I feel like I keep sayin’ and doin’ the wrong thing.”
“ I don’t know. Just, tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
“Yeah yeah, I love you too, lets go.”
A few hours later we are in the car on the way home and he reaches over and grabs my hand and squeezes it. “You were great tonight. You had nothin’ to worry about. But, I am sorry I don’t know how to better help ya.”
“Its okay. Maybe come with me to my next appointment. The biggest thing is just be there. Don’t get angry that I’m upset and don’t put down my feelings. It may be completely irrational, but sometimes I just can’t get out of my own head.”
Rarity was in the zone. No… ‘zone’ was way too much of an understatement… way too pedestrian. She was in her element, in her Queendom… Yes… That was the word. Rarity was in the Queendom of fashion and she was its supreme ruler.
The world around her bowed to her will and accepted her gracious gift.
“Dresses!” she screamed at the face of the universe.
“Jeans?” said a timid voice coming from behind her.
“How dare you?” she hissed.
She turned to face the offender. With a mere thought, she threw them on the ground.
“How dare you?” she repeated, putting her foot on her head in sign of victory. “You should know better! Why do I put up with you?”
The ruffian whimpered pathetically on the ground. Satisfied, Rarity leant toward them to identify the fashion criminal.
“Applejack?” she realised.
Rarity woke up, sweating and out of breath. She lifted her eye-patch, careful not to mess with her coiffure. The world of dresses was gone. In its place, was Canterlot’s High craft room.
“What a dreadful dream…” she whispered in the dark.
She sent a worried glance at Applejack. To her relief, she was soundly asleep, safe and sound. Then the relief let place to a deep sense of guilt.
Rarity you are not an abusive girlfriend! she scolded herself mentally. Yet the discussion of the day before was still vivid in her memory… as well as the frightened look of a blond girl at the feet of a Queen.
Applejack woke up at break of dawn, feeling fresh and rested. It had taken some time to get used to Rarity (really) soft mattress but she was starting to get used to it. The fact that she only ever used them when a certain fashionista was also in it might have helped.
Surprisingly, said Rarity was not in the bed at the moment.
“Rare?” Applejack called.
“One minute, darling,” she answered.
Being already at the Canterlot High gave her time to be lazy in the bed for once so Applejack did exactly that and, true to her word, Rarity was there a few moments later, carrying a plate filled to the brim with breakfast food.
“Wow? Food in bed? I thought you didn’t want to stain the bedclothes?”
“Don’t worry about it, darling,” she said with a dismissing wave. “One exception from time to time won’t hurt.”
“If you say so!” Applejack said, not willing to risk a change of heart.
Applejack ate with gusto, but carefully enough to make sure she wouldn’t make a mess. Rarity seemed to be content with watching her eat.
“Say Rare,” Applejack said as she swallowed the last bite of a croissant, “do you have any spare clothes? I don’t really want to spend the whole day in the same clothes as yesterday.”
Rarity’s eyes lit up with excitement. Applejack blinked. In the interval, Rarity had had the time to pick up a pair of blue jeans from god knows where.
“Do yo like it?” she asked excitedly.
So this is what woke her up… she went sewing, Applejack thought, amused. I should have known.
Still, this was new. This looked like a pair of blue jeans. Rarity wasn’t fond of the jeans texture. “It lacks finesse” or something like that but this one looked like a true, 100% authentic blue jeans. With little to no decorations to boot. Applejack took it, curious, expecting a surprise of some sort. There were surprises. Six of them. Six, deep, functional, glorious pockets.
This was a simple tailor-made pair of blue jeans with six pockets.
“This… this is the most practical thing you’ve ever done…-” Applejack wiped a tear “-It’s so beautiful… Wait, I forgot an important date didn’t I?”
“No,” Rarity chuckled, “I just got some inspiration and I wanted to surprise you. I get it that you like it?”
“Like it? I love it! It’s amazing! You the best Rare.”
The compliment made her smile, but in a corner of her mind, a doubt persisted.
A few days later
There was something wrong with Rarity.
Applejack could not deny it any longer. At first, the signs were easy to dismiss. The fashionista had been very sweet and affectionate for some reasons so Applejack didn’t worry too much. But little by little she noticed how less and less talkative she was. Once again she did not worry that much. After all, every time Rarity got “on the verge of a breakthrough” she’d get lost in her world and become a bit hard to reach at times. But it usually lasted a couple of days at worse and, even then, she’d at least talk about it from time to time until she found “l'étincelle”.
But not this time. In fact, it was as if Rarity didn’t want to talk at all… even asking her opinion on simple matters had become difficult.
School had made it hard to properly discuss the issue so Applejack had chosen to wait for the weekend to address the pear tree in the orchard but when Twilight had told her Rarity had been missing her French classes she decided that it couldn’t wait any longer and she knew she had made the right choice when she entered the craft room.
The place was a mess.
For a second Applejack wondered if someone had not come and sabotaged Rarity’s work. She may not as good with this whole fashion sense as Rarity but the first word that came to her mind seeing Rarity’s new line was “ugly”. The clothes were a nightmare of pockets and unlikely materials mixed without cohesion. Even Sweetie Belle couldn’t have done something /that/ bad.
In the middle of the sea of atrocious clothes was the fashionista, struggling with her work.
“Rare?” Applejack called, clearly worried.
Rarity jumped at the sound, not having realised that she was not alone anymore.
“Who? Applejack! What are you… No! Don’t look!”
Several answers came to Applejack’s mind but only one thing mattered to her at that moment.
“You okay babe?”
“No…” Rarity sighed. “This is a catastrophe…”
“Just minute.” Applejack got next to the couch and pushed it effortlessly. It slid across the room, smoothly stopping its course behind Rarity. “You can go.”
She let herself fall dramatically on the sofa.
“You wanna talk about it?” Applejack asked softly as she went next to her.
“Take your time.”
“Applejack… be honest… am I an abusive girlfriend?”
“Is it about the other day? T'was just a dumb dream…”
“Answer me, Applejack.” She asked, more insistently than she wanted. She quickly covered her mouth, realising she had used her authoritative voice again. She slowly took them out to add an imploring “Please?”
Applejack sighed and sat on the sofa. She patted her laps and Rarity took it as a cue to put her head on them. They stayed there a moment, with Applejack playing in her hair.
“Before I answer, tell me what’s bothering you.”
Rarity stayed there a moment, the contact obviously calming her.
“I made a dream… The same as yours I think. There was this beautiful dress utopia I was building… and then I attacked you when you asked for a pair of pants! Oh, darling, it was dreadful…”
“Babe, I know I’m not in place to say that but… that was just a dream. You’re not like that.”
“If that was the case I should not scare you…”
“Scare me? What do you…” Her own words came back to her mind. “Oh.”
Applejack took a deep breath. She was a fool not to have noticed sooner.
“Okay babe, listen. Yeah, I admit it’s scary how you can make me do things with your words… but it’s not that kind of feeling. It’s more like when you face the oldest, biggest tree on the orchard and you know you’re not that big. That’s awe Sugarcube, not fear. Besides you only use it to give me free designer clothes, that I sure as heck love I have to add and make me open up a bit about my feelings. That’s mighty for from abuse in my book. Would you ever use it to harm me?”
“No!” The very thought was repugnant to her.
“Listen to me. Maybe in need a bit of time to get used to Queen Rarity, but you’re still my Princess. I knew it when we started dating and I love you just the way you are.”
Rarity laughed. “That was, 'corny as heck’ as you would say.”
The second and last part is here! And I managed to write it before the end of the week @char-char-chan !
Jiyong, the most problematic man you’ve ever met. He’s also the cutest man you’ve ever met. And because of that arguments didn’t last as long as they should have. For example, he ate the food you were saving. You were always serious about your food and he knew this. He put he took it anyway. When you found out you were furious. You were ready to fight him but he pulled that card you loved and hated with a passion. That one sentence made you forgive him in only a matter of seconds. “But babe. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean to. I love you.”
You were of course back in his arms apologizing as if it was your fault. He was your weakness. And of course he knew. That’s why he kept urging you on. And he knew you loved every single second of it. You both took a day to just relax. You both needed it after all. But your day off was kinda different from his. His consisted of nothing. Yours consisted of checking emails that you didn’t get to while at work. It was always like this. Even before you met Jiyong. He didn’t like that you were working and not spending your free time with him. He felt like your job was his competition. And he was losing by a mile. He watched as your fingers quickly typing away at your laptop. “Babe. Babe. Babe!” He was getting very irritated. You weren’t paying attention to him. You didn’t even flinch. Getting your attention was hard but it was even more difficult when you were working.
“Babe. Princess. Sweetheart. Honey. Babygirl.” He kept calling out pet names annoyingly. You sighed and turned to him. “Yes?” “Why are you working?” He asked. “I’m not. It’s just a few emails. I’ll be done in a few minutes.” “You said that about 10 minutes ago.” “It’s taking slower because you’re bothering me.” You said returning back to work. He was fed up with it. He knew how to make you stop working and pay attention to him. He put his hand on your left thigh and squeezed it. You tried your best to ignore it. He hand slowly moved up, inching toward your pearl. You got goosebumps just feeling his strong hand on your thigh. “You’re so soft. These beautiful thighs of yours. I see you want me. Look at you. You’re trying to hide it.” You closed your legs tightly trying not to let him know how much you really wanted him. He only chuckled. He kissed your neck softly which sent chills down your body.
“Just say yes and I’ll do what you want.” “No. I have emails to look over Jiyong.” He ignored you and continued to make his way up your thigh. The closer his hand to got to you, the more excited you got. You noticed how slow his hand was moving. You whined at the smirk he had on his face. “You said you didn’t me. Why are you whining?” You didn’t answer him. You just put your hand on top of his then whined a little more. Before he could do anything else his phone rang. He stood up and walked out of the room. You pouted as he left the room. You couldn’t even focus on work anymore. He left you hanging. Just like several times he has before. He was known for that. You hated that but you also for some reason loved that.
When he walked back in the room he was met by your pouting face. He loved when you pouted. You’d try to look mad but you were literally the cutest on the Earth. And it’s always have been like that. He walked over and pinched both of your cheeks. “My fluffy and sweet princess. You’re so cute. Your pouts make me smile.” “Yah! It’s a pout! I shouldn’t be making you smiling. And you’re such a tease. And I’m not cute. Little girls are cute. I’m a grown woman.” “Whatever you say cutie.” He said wrapping his arm around you and kissing your cheek.
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Xiumin: Initially, while the girl is flirting shamelessly towards Minseok, he would allow her to, not displaying any signs of reciprocation until she finishes. Seeing his girlfriend with a dejected expression would cause him to chuckle softly–he would find her a bit cute in this state. “What’s wrong jagi? No matter how hard she tries, I wouldn’t have give into her,” he would assure his girlfriend, poking her cheeks playfully just to emphasize his point. Even though the girl was quite alluring in appearance, Xiumin still wouldn’t be swayed by her advances. “Cute? Well…I dunno about her, but I know for a fact you are jagi,” he would murmur softly, granting his girlfriend a reassuring kiss to the side of her face to affirm his comment.
Luhan: “Baobei, you should know me better! I wasn’t going to give into her like that! You’re the only one I want..” Luhan would exasperate to his doubtful girlfriend after returning to her from the other girl’s brash toying. He would be a little dismayed at seeing his girlfriend in such a state; he would have assumed that she would know that he only has sights on her and not a girl he just became acquainted with. Even when his girlfriend brings up the fact that the other girl was very attractive, Luhan still wouldn’t be fazed. “It doesn’t matter how cute she was babe. I only need you.” Comfortingly, he would rub the side of her shoulder before proceeding to affectionately peck her cheek. “Now show me a smile. You’re most stunning when you smile.” Once she grants him a grin, he would smile in return accompanied by a swift peck upon her lips.
Kris: Kris would be straight up with the girl, explaining firmly that he already has a girlfriend and isn’t interested in her various approaches. “Sorry to break it to you, but I already have a girlfriend,” he would say bluntly and deadpan as he approaches his dispirited girlfriend wanting to put her at ease immediately. “Sorry for that babe,” he would sigh to her, equally upset at this girl’s constant pestering. “It’s just that…she’s on the same set as me, so she’s kinda unavoidable,” Kris would lament, but assure his girlfriend that he does not share congruous feelings for her. “But, it’s alright baobei. I’ve set her straight. The only girl I want is you,” smirking, he would pull her in for a rapturous kiss, prolonging it until his director requests for him to return to set.
Suho: This girl has been continuously approaching Suho with evident seduction enlaced within her advances for nearly a week. He would be very polite about it, but eventually he would request for her to cease in her flirtation. Even though he assures his girlfriend that she’s merely a co-worker to him, he feels by speaking up to her, this should put his girlfriend at a state of repose. Chuckling shyly towards the girl, he would softly assert: “you seem very nice and all but I am already seeing someone. She’s a great girl and I don’t want her to be hurt, so can you maintain a professional attitude around me?” Once the girl halts in her doing, Suho would approach his girlfriend with a sympathetic smile while holding her hand tightly. “I don’t think that girl will be around me any more jagi.” Joonmyun would then offer to take his girlfriend out as a way to put her in a content mood. “Let’s go get that purse you wanted jagi! I’ve got the time today.”
Lay: Quite honestly, I don’t think Lay would have picked up on the girl he’s working with for a photo shoot’s advances and flirting. When Yixing sees his girlfriend in a cheerless mood, he would ask her what’s wrong while offering an embrace. His girlfriend would bemoan to him about how the girl overtly flirting with him is vexing her. “Is that so?” he would ask just to confirm that these statements are true. “Please don’t be sad baobei. You mean so much to me, I don’t want you to feel like this,” he would tighten his embrace around her, before pecking her on the forehead lovingly. Lay would be very polite and gentle when confronting the girl and asking for her to stop with her coquetry. “It’s been nice working with you, but my baobei has been feeling upset lately because of how you act around me…so would it be alright if you can…..respect our relationship?”
Baekhyun: Baekhyun honestly would find the other girl’s palpable flirtation to be funny. He’s highly amused with how sycophantic this girl’s fawning is. However, he would have picked up on his girlfriend’s discomfort with this girl’s flirting easily and would be quick to address it with the girl. While she’s attempting to seduce him during a break from their duet that they have to perform, Baek would laugh as if she just uttered a joke of immense hilarity. “I see what you’re trying to do. And it’s cute and all but I’ve got a girlfriend already. So, you might wanna stop ‘cause it’s not gonna happen.” He would be very frank with this girl and not hold back with her. Once he returns to his girlfriend, he would assure her that he drove this interfering girl away. “C’mon babe! You know I’m not like that, I wouldn’t be interested in her when I already have you!” he would pout cutely, eliciting smiles from his girlfriend at his cute banter. (*Ignore the waving cinnamon roll in the background)
Chen: Similar to Baekhyun, Chen would use his stellar humor to uplift his girlfriend and take her mind off her worries. “You really think I would go for that girl babe?” chuckling softly, he would commence a cuddling session with her to put her in an idle state. “If it’s really important, I’ll tell her to lay off me,” Jongdae would finally acquiesce. “I can’t help it babe: I’m such a catch.” Just to diminish his girlfriend’s anxieties, Jongdae would eventually approach the girl who he’s filming a CF with and while explaining to her that he already has a girlfriend, he would input a little bit of jocosity with his words: “I appreciate that you find me so attractive that you try to come on to me pretty much every time you see me. But, I’ve already got a girlfriend and I don’t plan on having some sort of haram. But I’m sure there is someone out there who would, so you’re not completely out of luck.”
Chanyeol: Initially, once the girl he’s working with for music ideas to upload commences in her evident flirtation, Chanyeol would be baffled, questioning himself constantly. ‘What is she doing?! Why does she keep looking at me like that? Don’t tell me….does she like me or something?!’ He would be in an internal conflict with what to do and how to deal with it. In fact, Chanyeol would probably be the one to bring this up to his girlfriend rather than her finding out herself. “This girl I’m working with…I think she’s into me? It’s all so weird!” Then he would take notice of his girlfriend’s suddenly dismayed expression, becoming instantly startled. “Now jagi, please understand. I had no idea about this! I’m pretty upset about it too! But, I promise to make this right,” he would assure to relieve his girlfriend of all her uncertainties. He would be modest yet frank with the girl when telling her to lay off. “Hey…so…I already have a girlfriend.”
D.O: Kyungsoo would be quick to put an end to the girl’s overt flirting the moment he sees it affecting his girlfriend. “Don’t be upset love. No other woman in this world could compare to you jagi,” He would murmur to his girlfriend affectionately, with an arm around her while he strokes her filaments softly. Kyungsoo would probably be the most straight forward when addressing the girl he’s filming a drama with to end her advances as they’re futile. “We’re working, so I think it’s best that we maintain a professional image around each other. So, please stop,” he would say to her off set, with a stern look on his face. He’ll be most elated to tell his girlfriend that the girl won’t be attempting to advance towards him in the future. Alternatively, Kyungsoo may end up going against the director’s desires and may request for a different partner to act with.
Tao: Tao would be most outspoken with the girl and her flirting. He would be rendered dumbfounded at the way she continues her seductive talking even though they’re supposed to be working on music for his newest album. “Wait what? Are you…like flirting with me?” No matter what the girl’s answer is, Tao will still feel the urge to tease her a little. “So that’s your way of coming on to me huh?” Chuckling, he would be quick to dispel her advances for the sake of his girlfriend. “Well, that’s very nice and all but I have a girlfriend already. So can you not?” Eventually, he’ll go back to his girlfriend to tell her what happened, as he found it quite humorous. “Yep, she was flirting with me. Pretty hard. Now don’t get the wrong idea baobei! I set her straight real quick!”
Kai: Caught off guard with the way this girl is uttering salacious words towards him, Jongin would probably be most modest around this girl. Though they are supposed to be working together for a photo shoot, it’s detectable that she has different intentions around Jongin. He would feel a twinge of sympathy seeing his girlfriend lucidly bothered by the way this girl continues her amorous advances. “I’m sorry jagi, but I have to work with her for just another few days,” he would say as a way to alleviate her stresses. “I’ll try and do something about it jagi. Just for you,” and Kai would be sure to uphold his promise the next time he sees the other girl. Similar to Chanyeol, Kai would be very modest and almost shy when addressing the girl on this matter. “Um…I enjoy working with you, but sometimes you can take it too far? It’s just that…I already have a girlfriend…so yeah. Sorry.”
Sehun: Sehun would be similar to Chen in the sense that he would use his sardonic sense of humor when dealing with this. “Aw, don’t be upset babe. Why would I want some random girl, when I already have an amazing, adorable, sexy girl like you? But, can you blame her? I mean, I’m pretty irresistible,” he would say cheekily, but would be serious in taking care of this girl and her provocative approaches. “Hey I get it. I am pretty irresistible to you. But you might wanna know that this irresistible guy you like? Yeah, he’s got a girlfriend already. She’s pretty amazing, and I’m not planning on giving her up. So, sorry but you’re out of luck with me.” Just to put a smile on his girlfriend’s face, Sehun would probably act out how exactly he told the girl off. Alternatively, he may just have his girlfriend present when he sets the other girl straight, just to emphasis the point.
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