Ambulance abusing drug dealer now gets frequent visit from the cops.
Here’s the back story: I work as a full time Paramedic in a moderately busy service. Recently we have have the pleasure, privilege and honor to be used as a taxi service for an extra special piece of shit, who calls 911 with a variety of fake complaints so he can get a “free” ride from his home 20 miles away to the hospital, where he typically refuses to even go inside and then will simply walk down the street and buy heroin he then takes home and deals to all of his piece of shit friends. Now, I say “free” because an ambulance bill can range anywhere from between $500 - $1000+ dollars depending on the nature of the call, miles driven, etc. One would think this is an expensive taxi ride, and it would be except that this douche nozzle has flat out said to us on multiple occasions that he has no intention of ever paying his bill, and since he has medicaid and has no medically necessary reason for going we won’t even get any money from insurance.
So refuse to take him, right?
Alas if only it were that simple… for those who don’t know, if you call 911 regardless of your complaint (heart attack or toe fungus) we have to transport you if you want to go.
A few weeks ago we went to pick this shit stain up when he called for “chest pain” (he is in his 20’s). We get there and he is standing on his deck, smoking a cigarette and laughing with a very unamused fire fighter. We start talking to him, and when I ask him what he is hoping the ER will do for him today, his response is “uhhhhhhhh… dunno, get evaluated?” Followed by a snarky laugh…
Now, he legitimately does have a history of a recent infection in his heart from using so much heroin himself, however he got booted out of the hospital that was trying to treat him when they caught him sneaking out to buy heroin and then using / deal from his room.
Fast forward back to the present. We (one of my partners and I) took him a couple weeks ago to a different hospital than he usually goes to, after a big long argument with him about his frequent trips and the fact that he has been sometimes refusing to even go inside the ER, telling crews that the nurses are mean to him, he doesn’t feel safe, ect and so forth, before walking out of the ambulance down the street to buy drugs. When I brought this up to him he got super pissy, accusing me of not believing he is sick (which I don’t, because he isn’t) and mistreating him because he is an addict, and blah blah blah.
On a whim I called the hospital he has been using as his designated go to right down the road from his suppliers, and I got a doctor who knew exactly who he was and what his bull shit angle is, and he told us to leave his ass there and not transport him! When he was informed of this he lost his shit, yelling and flipping furniture over and having an all around very amusing temper tantrum before slamming the door to his house.
Now the revenge: my partner I was working with that day told me that, while I was on the phone with the hospital, he went inside his house and came back out stuffing a knife in his pocket. I called our dispatch as well as supervisor and told them about douche canoe, his temper tantrum and knife. They called the Sheriff’s department, who also dispatches the fire department, and they put him on a “House Watch.” What this means is that, from now on, anytime that he calls 911, neither us nor the fire department will come until the police have gone first, regardless of what he is calling for.
Additionally, we talked with our medical director and he is now on a “Call Before You Haul” list, meaning anytime he wants a ride to the hospital we can call a doctor and get permission to refuse to transport him, even if he is requesting (or in his case demanding) transport.
So I had this weird crazy idea in my head and well @moriano indulged me and my crazy idea, and now we have this long ass thing. Haha!
Bakugou ending up as a teacher. I mean, even as a teacher, he’s still a hero. Maybe at one point in his life, he stopped wanting to surpass All Might, and perhaps decided he wants to be a teacher and teach kids the things no one told him before? Things like how it’s okay to be weak sometimes and that strength and power and quirk aren’t everything because honestly no one taught him this before, and he went through a lot of shit because of it. So he wanted to teach kids what he failed to learn before. Of course he’d keep the cursing (because let’s admit it; it’s going to be funny).
Please imagine Bakugou, a teacher, cursing in front of his student. “Okay you fuckers, get in your fucking seats before I explode your asses.”
But you know, he’s a good teacher. A really good teacher. His class is well behaved. His students love him to pieces. Bakugou’s class is always number one. No one in his class fails. Absolutely no one. Because Bakugou’s students adore him, and they want to make him proud. Of course he’s proud, “Keep it up you little shits.”
Bakugou actually being patient with his students, cursing involved of course. He’d stay with them after class for extra lessons if there’s ever a need for it.
“I swear to fucking god, Shun. I explained this ten times. If you don’t get this after I explain it one last time, I’m fucking going the fuck to sleep.” But fifteen explanations of the same problem later and he’s still there. He will teach them, and he will make sure they understand the lesson. He would explain it over and over again in the most simple way he can until they get it, and his students adore him for it. No one ever spent three hours with them explaining the same thing until they finally get it. In turn the students do their best too
Bakugou’s student’s love him so much that they are willing to start a riot to protect his honor.
Sometimes Bakugou finds himself and his class in the office.
“Bakugou-sensei, your students tried to riot this morning.”
Cue Bakugou’s students yelling and making hell on earth because they are deeply offended by something. “Because they called Bakugo-sensei a villain!”
Of course Bakugou lectures them about the mess, but he treats them all to ice cream later anyway. And boy, he knows what flavor each and everyone of them likes; he remembers who’s allergic to what.
There’s also this thing where his students actually don’t want to pass so they can stay with Bakugou, but they also want to pass because it will make Bakugou proud.
Bakugou’s students seeing him with Kirishima at one point, and of course they will want to know more about their favorite teacher.
“Bakugou-sensei… are you and Red Riot dating?”
“What the actual fuck? Where in the seven prisons of hell did you get that idea?”
“We saw you with him yesterday in this restaurant. You’re laughing a lot. So are you two together together?”
“Shut the fuck up, and get back to your seats. We’re having a fucking quiz.”
“Ehhhh?? But yesterday, you said we wouldn’t have a quiz today.”
“Well now we do because you nosy brats pissed me off. Okay number one you fuckers.”
Kirishima having a lecture about being a good social hero in Bakugou’s class.
“Okay, any questions?”
“RED RIOT ARE YOU DATING BAKUGOU-SENSEI?”
“What the fuck you brats? That’s not even related to his lecture what the actual fuck?”
“You’re cool and all, Red Riot, but if you hurt Bakugou-sensei in anyway… we will end you and show you hell. Do you fucking understand?”
Because let’s face it, Bakugou’s students are bound to pick up on his cursing sooner or later.
After a long time I figured I’d clear some things up. I feel like I’m finally ready to face everything that happened. First of all, I have been receiving a lot of very kind messages lately, giving me a lot of support, and I wanted to thank all of you for being so understanding and sweet with me, it really does help me out a lot to see that.
Almost everyone in Hogwarts knew who you were because of your superb skills when it came to Quidditch. You played as the Keeper in your house’s team, and students always idolized you because of how you always manage to block the Quaffle no matter how fast it zoomed or how far it was from your initial position. Though even if the name Y/N Y/L/N was known throughout the school, no soul would think of associating you with Draco Malfoy — much less know that you were indeed dating him.
It was never yours and Draco’s intention to hide your relationship, and honestly, you weren’t really hiding it to be precise. People still saw you with him in between classes, sometimes in Hogsmeade, and in subjects that you shared with him. The only thing was, it seemed like they were the ones who couldn’t accept that Draco was your boyfriend just because of your differences.
“Y/N!” someone had called you the moment you got outside from the classroom where your last period (Ancient Runes) was held, running towards you in enthusiasm and mock surprise.
That someone happened to be Ernie MacMillan, a Hufflepuff student that you knew had unwavering attraction to you no matter how many times you turned him down.
“Oh, hi, Ernie.” you didn’t bother to hide the disappointment in your tone.
He beamed at you. “What a coincidence? I was just about to go down myself and then I saw you. Clearly, we’re meant to be.”
You gave him an exaggerated laugh. “Highly unlikely, but whatever you say.” you smiled before attempting to walk pass him.
“Great match last time, by the way.” he immediately followed you, causing you to subtly roll your eyes. “The way you caught the Quaffle when you were so far away! Wow!”
“Yes, well, I really must be going now so —”
“I was actually wondering if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he cut you off, knowing that you were going to ditch him again. “Come on, Y/N. Just one date. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Too bad you won’t have it.” said Draco all of the sudden, joining the conversation.
You sighed in relief at his presence, and he smiled, putting an arm around you and kissing you on the temple. He then proceeded into ignoring Ernie who was now gaping at the sight of the two of you, Draco grabbing your things so that he’ll be the one carrying it as you go to the Great Hall.
Ernie finally found his voice. “But you’re so nice! And he’s so …” he grimaced.
“He’s actually better than you’ll ever be, Ernie.” you stated, annoyed by how he was giving your boyfriend a nasty look. “And seriously, stop acting like you didn’t know I was dating Draco all along.”
“I thought it was only a rumor or some dumb excuse to reject me.” Ernie admitted.
Draco sneered at him. “She rejects you because she doesn’t like you, MacMillan. Keep that stuck in your head, will you?”
“I just can’t believe she’d put up with you.” Ernie scowled at him.
“Yes, because she loves me and apparently, picked me.” Draco smugly told him. “So, if I were you, I’d stop acting desperate and move on.”
The Hufflepuff boy flushed, obviously defeated. “This ain’t over, Malfoy.”
“Of course, it is.” he scoffed.
You weren’t used to boys fighting over you that you found it amusing just to watch them argue and see Draco win. His words made you blush and you were probably grinning like mad, completely inappropriate for the scene in front of you.
Before things can get off had though, the tension in the air obvious as they both stare each other down, you softly patted Draco’s chest.
“Let’s go get dinner. I’m starving already.”
Draco nodded, fixing his eyes on Ernie one last time. “See you around, MacMillan. Hate to break the news that no one’s getting laid tonight. Well, not in your case, that is.” he chuckled, walking away then with arms still secured around you.
Once you were far, you nudged him on the ribs and he quirked an eyebrow.
“Thanks for saving me back there. He was starting to get pretty rude.” you admitted. “Not as rude as you were but …” you joked then, making him snort.
Summary: Stiles just wants something to take with him to
college. Something special.
Notes: I’ve been wanting to poke fun at this inconsistency
in the show for a while, and I finally wrote it! Just another excuse for a
little fluff and humor. (On AO3)
Derek grabs a few of Stiles’ heaviest boxes (but not enough
to be suspicious, who knows if the neighbors are watching), and slides them
into the back of the jeep with the rest of Stiles’ college “essentials.” He’d
said he was only taking the bare minimum, but Derek is beginning to doubt that.
At this rate, they’re going to have to pack some stuff in
the Camaro, too.
He was supposed to take my memories when he brought me here, the seelie knight, who had been commanded to escort me home with a simple “take it away, it’s too old now and it bores me” from the noble who had kept me for the past while. I traded him my singing voice for them though, and now where once sweet music poured from my lips only hoarse and untuned notes fall out without any of the tempo or melody they had before. Now I think I made a bad trade. It might have been better, if I didn’t remember, or remembered something else entirely.
I stare at the boy next to me in the circle, I was asked to join this circle as a way to make me feel part of something, part of a circle. They call the circle a support group for abducted children. Children who were abducted and got away, that is, I don’t think there’s a support group for those currently abducted. Their abductors wouldn’t allow them to attend, I suppose. The boy is speaking about the man who touched him, speaking of the horrible way he loved that man, because he was a child, and he had to love someone. Are his memories true? Or is he like me? Did a faerie take him away, and replace the memories from Under the Hill with these tragedies? Why? Did he commit some crime? I cannot say.
I am fascinated by the girl who sits next to the girl directly across from me in the circle. She tells us to call her Angie. She wears ratty clothes, not the sort of poor chic that seems to be an underlying trend, with jackets made of patches and ribbed cloth sold at malls, but real grunge. The tears in her sleeves reveal razor scars, her hair is short, she wants to look tough, she wants people to cross the street to get away from her when they see her coming. She is not tough. She is nervous, always nervous, always afraid, though she hides it well. None of these things are too interesting to me, those things I can see anywhere, but I thought context would be important so that the fact that she’s a pathological liar would not be the only thing you knew about her.
She is a pathological liar.
Her lies fascinate me.
After group chat, I take her aside and we talk, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for hours, and I watch her fabricate thousands of untruths, from tiny white ones to huge fantastical ones as bright and colorful as her life has never been. Some days, I believe everything she says and some days I question each word, trying to figure out her secret.
It’s a strange thing, I was taken before I really knew my name, and each faerie that’s kept me (I was a pet for them) called me something different. Do I even have a true name? I’ve been Jane Doe since I showed up, stumbling barefoot and confused into a police station moments after midnight (at least the knight knew to leave me near a place of authority), so I’ve been introducing myself as Roe, like the deer. They ran my DNA through the missing children’s database (I didn’t understand what that was at first, was shocked at how closely humans had approximated magic with computers), but there was no match. I told them I didn’t know how long ago I’d been abducted, and suggested that it might have been before the database was made. They laughed and said I was eighteen, and DNA technology had been around much longer than me. I tried to explain that time was different where I had been kept, but they simply patted me on my head and told me they were sure that it seemed that way to me at the time.
They stared at me worriedly when one of them brought me a McDonald’s Happy Meal, and I asked what she wanted for it. She told me nothing. No one here ever asks for anything besides courtesy in return for their food, but old habits are hard to break. Even now, in my foster home, I cannot help insisting that my hosts confirm that this food is a gift freely given. They asked me to help them cook and I broke down in tears because there was a cast iron skillet on the stove (“Please don’t make me, iron burns, iron burns, and it gets under your skin and makes you go grey and lifeless like a flower severed from its roots, plea-please, please don’t make me”). It took them an hour to convince me that they weren’t trying to force me to poison myself, and the food burned (“I said I would help you, you asked me to cook and I agreed, but, but please don’t make me, it burns, it’ll burn me!” “It’s alright darling, you don’t have to cook if you don’t want to.” “But I said I would! It was an oath!” “We’re sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if we’d known it would upset you, you can help some other way if you like.” “You… absolve me of my oath?” “Yes, of course we do darling!”).
I am more comfortable with iron now, I am not one of the Fair Folk, after all, it will not harm me. Correction, a blade of iron would harm me, but not because it was made of iron. It does, however, mess with my glamor.
It is a difficult thing, growing up bathed in magic and yet to have none of your own. A pixie once spoke of how she envied my hair, and I said, on impulse, “do you want it?” So a trade was made. She gave me the ability to change my appearance, and she walked away with my hair. I expected my hair to grow back after a time though… it did not. With my glamor I can have the appearance of having whatever hair I please, and sometimes I change it daily, but when I sleep or when iron is near my bare head is revealed. It is assumed by my hosts and everyone around me that I have many wigs, I have told them I do not, but they don’t believe in magic, so they insist on believing this instead.
I hide when I hear thunder, duck into a bathroom and put everything on backward and inside out if I’m in public, or simply sit quiet if I’m home. The first time I did this, it shook me to my core when someone told me “You know, your shirt is on backward.” I started to panic, until I realized that I could see myself too. It was a revelation, discovering that there was something humans could see that the Good Neighbors couldn’t.
It still boggles my mind how much people throw away, tears and menstrual blood caught on napkins, or gifts from that one aunt that they held onto for so long for the sentimental value but can’t keep now because they have to move into a smaller apartment, or the shirt they can’t wear anymore because it smells like their ex. They could trade these items to faeries for so many things, and yet they simply throw them away. What a waste.
My hosts insisted I should have a proper education, and after three years of homeschooling (to get me caught up) I applied to attend the local state college. There I found more people who fascinate me the way Angie does. There’s Lisa, who fights for animal rights, and Kyle, the leader of the Gay Straight Alliance group, and Riley, who’s going into the Peace Corps next year because they want to help the world. I ask them all the time why they do what they do, what they expect to get back, and they tell me that ideally they’ll make the world a better place, and that will pay them back eventually, but that they don’t do it for what they’ll get back, they do it because it’s right. I don’t understand. There’s Cheyenne, who always gets into intense political debates with other people over dinner in the cafeteria, and she believes so intensely about things that don’t even affect her, and she fights for them, and she tells me she does this because it’s right, and I don’t understand. I’ve never met anyone who cared about anything other than themselves Under the Hill. Faeries can’t lie, they can’t go back on their word, they honor their deals and make sure you honor them too, they repay debts and ensure they’re repaid in turn, they amuse themselves playing or squabbling over power, but they do not do things for free. They don’t care about things for free. They don’t defend the innocent, protect the weak, or forgive the ignorant. The culture shock coming here is bewildering.
If I could I’d honor my debts, leave a pile of gold at the doorstep of everyone who’s done me a kindness, but I have not the magic to do so. The drainage ponds hold no sirens, the falling snow has no frolicking pixies between its flakes, there is no magic for me to use here… or is there?
Perhaps I can’t call upon the magic Under the Hill, perhaps I can’t summon gold or make deals with darklings, but I can find magic here, I’ve seen others do it. I’ve seen a moon so beautiful it sends shivers down your spine captured by a little lense-box and put onto thick shiny paper. I’ve seen songs and stories written with such emotion that it moves those who hear them to tears, to laughter, to dancing, to life. I’ve seen kitchen witches cure colds with hot chicken soup, and I’ve seen holy men ward off tricksters they can’t even see with the power of their belief.
Perhaps I can find a way to create my own magic, and do what other people seem to strive to do to repay their debts. Perhaps I can make the world a better place, and learn the magic of humanity. And as for the places where magic does live? Where the boundary between worlds is thin and the drainage ponds and snowflakes carry faerie magic within? …I think I’ll be staying far away, for my part. I might still have a lot to learn, but I think I like it better here.
When I first started working at a bread shop, this old lady came in with a shopping cart from the grocery store next to us. Our town holds a Greek Fest every year and I believe she was getting food for the people setting up. She didn’t speak English practically at all, she ordered soup and when I tried to get her name for the order she wouldn’t tell me or didn’t understand, I’m not sure. She didn’t understand when I told her where to pick up her food so I just went down to line and picked it up for her and brought it to her. So I help her to get out the door and she stops me, touches my face and tells me she loves me. She asks my name and tells me hers (which I found amusing because I had tried to get her name for awhile) and then tells me to go to the Greek Fest to see her and her husband. Later she comes back with her granddaughter I believe and orders more soup and some drinks, and I go get her drinks for her even though it’s self service and help her granddaughter get a drink and then get her order for her. She tells me she loves me again and leaves. (I did go to the Greek Fest, but I don’t think she recognized me out of uniform with my hair down haha)
TLDR: I helped a old lady who didn’t speak much English and gained a Greek grandmother
After that particular night in which Baekhyun had kissed you on the cheek, things seemed to have changed. During the following days in which he’d meet up with you so you both could continue the progress of the project, there was an unidentified tension lingering the air. It wasn’t thick to the point where it would suffocate him, but faint enough just for him to feel it in the lightest of ways.
Not to mention, neither of you addressed the kiss either.
He liked you. That much was undeniable. If he thought that the first few weeks when you were glued stuck to the back of his mind was too much, now it got worse.
Your unpleasant scream filled the corridors of the castle, Peeves the Poltergeist immediately following the sound only to find you covered in white paint and red feathers from your head, down to your toes.
"Ha! I didn’t know they allowed chickens inside the hallways!“ Peeves shouted and snickered, flying around you repeatedly before going away.
Soon, Professor Lupin had heard it as well since you were closest to his classroom, and as he went outside to check what had happened, his lips twitched slightly when he saw your condition.
You groaned loudly once again. “I’m going to kill that git, I’m going to strangle him until he stops breathing and -”
"Y/N,“ Lupin walked towards you. “What is the meaning of this?”
Just in cue, you heard two boys laughing from the classroom. You looked behind the professor and saw Fred and George Weasley with their faces red, patting themselves on the back. Though you were only sending a death glare on George since you knew that this was his plan - considering that the two of you had an endless prank war going on.
"Why don’t you ask George Weasley, Professor.“ you gritted your teeth. "I’m sure that he can enlighten you.”
“I see.” he pursed his lips before turning around. “Weasley, mind coming over for a second?”
"Which one, sir?“ the twins chimed in the same time.
"The one Y/N is speaking of.”
Fred placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder in a teasing manner, heading back to the classroom while George rolled his eyes and marched forward where you were standing.
“Y/N! I hardly recognized you. I thought I was looking at a rooster.” he began chuckling.
Blood boiled under your skin even further because of his comment. “Oh, you think you’re so clever but just you wait -”
“Y/N,” Lupin stopped you before you can finish what you were trying to say.
You looked at the teacher and shut your mouth, crossing your arms, still covered in paint and feathers.
"It has brought to my attention that the two of you have been pulling senseless pranks on each other for the past month, George and Y/N.“ the professor began with a kind smile on his face, his hands folded.
"In my defense, sir, he was the one who started it.” you pointed at George, his eyes widening at what he heard.
"Absolutely not. May I remind you that you were the one who made me eat that cupcake that made my fingers have their own fingers!“ George exclaimed.
You sighed. "For the last time, it was a dare!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What a surprise!”
“You didn’t have to do it so technically, it was still your choice.”
“I was forced to do it, that’s why I didn’t have a choice.”
“Just admit that you’ve been wanting to do it -”
"Oh my god! You’re speaking absolute rubbish!“
"Okay, that’s enough.” Professor Lupin joined your conversation, an amused look on his face because of the argument he just witnessed. “The two of you, breathe, and Y/N …” he got his wand from his pocket and with a flick of it, the mess on your whole body was gone, making you mutter a quick thanks.
"So,“ Lupin began again, "let’s make a deal. I won’t let Professor McGonagall know about this incident, since she is the head of both of your houses and she is quite frankly so close to sending letters to your parents, and in return, you’ll stop pranking each other. Is that clear?”
You rocked your heels back and forth. “Yes, sir.”
He crossed his arms. “Yes, sir.”
“Ah, perfect.” Lupin smiled. “Now, shake on it, will you?”
You raised your eyebrows, glancing at George beside you. “Absolutely not.” you scoffed.
"Why not?“ George asked but you could see that he was now grinning.
”What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?“ you told him, turning to Lupin. "Now, excuse me, professor, but I really must be going. I’m supposed to be in Charms right now but since someone acted so childish, I am late. Thank you for the help, sir.” you sent one last glared to George, waltzing away then.
George only chuckled, unfazed by your coldness, glancing at the teacher for a moment before setting his eyes on your fading figure as you turn to the left.
“Ah, she really is something, isn’t she? I’m going to marry her someday.”
Come on they’ll never last he has a new gf in a couple of weeks.
Aw puppy love. Too bad puppies grow up.
I heard she was seen hanging out with Nylander again. She’s cheating!
Those were a few of the comments that kept popping up on your insta. You didn’t even follow those blogs, but still, you couldn’t help but read the comments under the photos that Auston posted of you. Or Marns or anyone actually. Every time you were in a photo, even just in the background, the comments kept going into directions like this.
There were countless blogs dedicated to your relationship with Auston. Not in a good way though. Instead, they were discussing how it was ridiculous of you to be serious with each other. Everyone seemed to an opinion, most of them sharing the opinion that you were too young to know what love is.
“You okay, babe?”, Auston questioned.
He was currently sitting on the couch, trying to get better in CoD, since Marns was still mocking him for being bad. You looked over from the kitchen, a small smile spreading on your face. His hair was a mess. He had insisted on staying up later than usual because he wanted to finish the season you were currently watching. So now he looked like he was in desperate need of a nap, lying on the couch half asleep, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants.
“I’m fine. Cheating on you with Willy as always. You, on the other hand, look exhausted.”, you chuckled.
Both you and Auston used to get super upset over the comments. You tried to prove everyone wrong, but every time you were the best girlfriend in the world, the ‘fans’ found a new thing to hate. After a while, Auston made you promise not to try so hard anymore. You were perfect to him already and there was no point in being perfect for everyone else. So it had become a joke. Sometime’s when either of you found a really hilarious comment or mysterious headline, you would share it with each other.
“What? You got over your affair with McDavid that fast? That was literally just during the World Cup of Hockey!”
“But you know, I am not emotionally capable of a long-distance relationship. That’s why I dumped him to flirt with the next guy.”, you grinned, plopping down on the couch next to him.
Auston snuggled into your side, still focused on the game, as you started running your hands through his hair.
Auston and you had known each other since you were kids. He asked you out early in High School and you had been dating ever since. You were madly in love with that guy, willing to sacrifice everything for him. You saved up to visit him in Zurich as often as you could and when he returned, you were there when he was drafted. Auston never asked you to do anything, not wanting to put pressure on you, although he couldn’t be happier that you did all of that.
Because you were important to him. You kept him sane with hockey and media drama. It had always been like that. So you both worked on a plan and you managed to successfully relocate both of your lives to Toronto.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy especially since you were both still young but it was worth it. The comments were still frustrating you, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted Auston in your life. Forever. Not just for a couple of months. And Auston couldn’t even imagine letting you go or breaking up with you ever. It was a once in a lifetime relationship.
“It’s still gross that you cheated on me with Marns last month. I mean, you were seen in a hotel together! You’re getting sloppy in hiding your affairs.”, Auston muttered. But he wasn’t playing anymore. Instead, he had his eyes closed, enjoying your touch.
“Yeah! Right. But did you know that - and you won’t believe this - Steph’s parents were staying in the exact same hotel? I mean, what else could we have been doing there?”
“Well, definitely not waiting for you boyfriend to stop being questioned by Steph’s Dad. Or waiting for Steph who forgot her purse in her parent’s room.”, Auston chuckled.
You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore, causing Auston to open his eyes and look at you.
“Your laugh is the best sound ever.”
“You say that every time. And you said the same thing about the new coffee machine!”, you laughed, stopping your motion in his hair Auston pouted, waiting for you to resume playing with his hair.
“But I don’t love the coffee machine.”
“That’s not what it sounded like when you convinced me we needed a new one.”
Auston grinned at you, before he tilted his head up, making a kissy face.
“But it’s great. Still, your laugh is better. Can I get a kiss?”, he smiled.
His smile was adorable, and it made you fall in love with him again, every time. You leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his lips and when Auston was distracted, you snatched the remote from next to him and turned off the TV.
“Hey.”, he complained.
“Come on. It’s your day off. You promised to cook with me.”, you pouted. Auston leaned up to peck your lips, but he seemed to agree with you.
“I love you.”, he mumbled against your lips.
“I love you too, goofball.”
“You know, when you said we would cook together, I thought you would actually be helping.”, you grinned.
You had just finished up the food and put it in the oven, but Auston didn’t do much to help you. Instead, he just kept his arms wrapped around you and his head on top of yours, making it hard for you to work.
“I’m good at grilling. Everything else is your specialty.”, he grinned, a yawn escaping his lips.
You turned around to him and tried to look up, but he kept your head tugged under his chin. So, to be able to look at him, you hopped onto the counter behind you. Auston stood between your legs, tiredly smiling at you.
“You always get cuddly when you’re tired. You know that?”, you smiled back.
“You might have mentioned it before. Is that such a bad thing?”, he chuckled lightly.
“S'cute. I like it.”, you muttered, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss onto his nose. Auston answered by pecking your lips.
“Why did I agree to have Marns and Willy over for dinner?”, he asked.
“Because you’re a good friend that was worried they would eat takeout again? Because you were actually awake when you said that?”, you joked.
“But I want you to myself. And the food.”
“Aww. Sharing is caring. But they shouldn’t stay too long. You need your sleep before the game tomorrow.” You added another kiss, this time to his forehead, but Auston had other plans. He leaned in for a kiss to your lips, lazily remaining there for a while.
“You guys are gross. Why do you always do this?”, another voice whined.
Both you and Auston jumped, turning around to an obviously amused Nylander. William was standing in the doorway, Marns next to him holding his phone up.
“Remind me why we gave them a key?”, you laughed, turning back to Auston.
“Something about emergencies.”, Auston replied. He pecked your lips again, this time much shorter, but just as sweet.
“Guys.”, William complained.
“What’s for dinner?”, Marns asked immediately after.
“Come on, let’s feed them or they won’t shut up.”, Auston laughed, helping you down the counter.
“I can’t believe you filmed us.”, Auston groaned his head in your lap.
As it turned out, Marns had his phone up because he recorded your little scene in the kitchen. Every single moment ever since they entered. And they had been standing there for longer than Auston and you knew.
So now, the newest thing on Mitch’s insta account was a video of you and Auston, of course, both of you tagged underneath. You were already preparing yourself for the comments to come.
“It was cute. Gross but cute.”, Mitchell grinned.
Willy nodded approvingly. He too was featured in the video. Every time either Auston or you had said something cheesy, the camera had been turned to William or Marns himself, showing their reaction. From eye rolls to fake swooning and even a fake gagging everything was featured, making the whole thing hilarious. And Mitch’s phone was blowing up with notifications.
“Remember when you had that privacy talk with Matt, Marns?”, you said, raising your eyebrows at him.
“Yeah, yeah. Ask people before you post stuff. Blah blah. But you wouldn’t have allowed me to post it. So I didn’t ask. Plus: You guys are always so lovey-dovey but somehow no one ever found out beside us. I’m just giving them these important bits of information.”
“Like you said: Sharing is caring.”, William grinned, giving you a wink.
“I can’t believe you guys.”, you groaned, but you rolled your eyes with a smile.
“Oh my goodness. Mitchell! What is going on? I thought you only posted it on Instagram?”, Auston questioned suddenly.
“I did. Only there, I swear.”
“Why, baby?”, you asked.
“My mom just texted me. She thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and I can assure you my Mom is not on Instagram. It’s everywhere by now.”
Auston showed you the messages from both his Mom and Breyanna. You couldn’t help but laugh at it, but your face fell in shock when your own phone started going crazy causing Auston to laugh at you this time.
“Oops. I didn’t know it would blow up like this.”, Mitch shrugged.
And although you didn’t want to, you automatically scrolled down to the comments.
Wow. Hate to say it but maybe they won’t break up.
I said it before you dumbfucks, they’re happy now get a life and stop hating on their relationship.
Did you know that they knew each other since first grade?
His Mom keeps posting photos of the two of them. They do look kinda cute.
He still deserves better.
Not all the comments were suddenly nice, but even the small amount of comments that were, made you smile. Of course, that got Auston’s attention. He snatched the phone from your hands and scrolled through the comments you had read, looking positively surprised.
“Looks like a little more insight into our relationship changed some of their minds.”, he chuckled.
“Yeah, seems like it.”, you muttered, smiling at him.
“They have no idea about us. And they will be bored in a couple of months. Although I have a feeling the break will be short. Think about the number of theories and comments they will come up with when I finally get you to adopt a dog and marry me.”
You snorted, shaking your head slightly.
“You got your priorities straight, huh?”, you teased.
“It’s not news to me that I want to marry you some day. But I only found out that we’re allowed to have a dog in this Apartment yesterday.”, he joked.
“Fine. We’ll think about it for a couple of months and if we still think it’s a good idea we’ll get a dog. Deal?”
“Deal. And you’re gonna marry me then?”, Auston continued to joke.
“Goof, we talked about this. Your Mom might love us, but she will give you the lecture of your life if you don’t at least let me finish college first.”, you chuckled.
“Fine. Dog, college, Wedding. At least Mom loves you as much as I do.”
“I love you too.” Auston pulled you down to him, but before you could actually kiss each other you were interrupted.
“Guys. You’re doing it again.”, Marns reminded you.
You looked up to see that Marns had his phone back up.
“Marns!”, Auston and you yelled at the same time. Auston threw a pillow at Mitch, but he just threw it right back.
“Sharing is caring!”, he insisted, although the words were going under as the whole group started to laugh.
It's so funny to me that the mouthpieces tried to erase the fact that Louis and Harry lived together because of the song Sweet Creature. I don't blame them. "Two hearts in one home" is a very strong line, and I guess they got scared because Louis is the only person Harry lived with that the general public knew about. Anyway, that's this Friday morning's random thought. Have a great day, sweetie! x
Thank you for the message! Your sentiment is spot on.
I find it amusing, but sad, that we’re supposed to believe that a boy who writes “two hearts in one home” and “when I run out of road/ rope// you bring me home”— a boy who saved his Leeds bracelet and Jay’s wedding bracelet for so long that he stopped wearing them only because they have frayed (and then gets a commemorative tattoo in their place), a boy who saved a song for himself for three years because of sentimental reasons, because he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else recording it— that this boy would be the same person who cycles through girlfriends the way his suits change colors. That the most loving thing he could do for them was to exchange shirts and rings.
Did any relationship with a girl even last as long as the Leeds bracelet?
I looked at him from the other side of the lecture hall. Seeing his side profile, I wanted to smile. I wanted to continue to admire his features, but I couldn’t. I can’t be caught by anyone here. He was sat alone, at the bottom corner of the lecture theatre, closest to the exit. When it’s time to go he would always be the last one to go. He was smart, he would take his sweet time to pack up his things after finishing off writing his notes. His notes were so well written, so neat - those things reflected the person that he was. He was well composed, and neat.
Your arms stretched above your head as you relaxed your muscles. Your eyes diminished in size, squinting to adjust itself to the glowing ray of sunlight that penetrated the glass windows placed on the walls on your room. A small smile played cheekily on your face.
It was early. Way too early for you too be indulging in a state of giddiness but you couldn’t help it. Not when the first thing that cracked your skull open and slipped into your groggy mind upon waking up was a replay of the events that happened the day before. The kiss you shared with Baekhyun was on loop and you couldn’t fight the urge of your lips that threatened to curve upwards. From his agonizingly wet and smooth lips to the manly scent your senses were rewarded with from every inhale, you willed yourself to calm down. How he still smelled so good despite having not showered yet baffled you. It wasn’t fair.
The moment you reluctantly pulled the snug and comfy blanket away from your body, a blast of cold air smacked itself against your skin. Floor tiles felt icy beneath your feet and you yawned. Today was going to be a long day.
Your head was slightly tilted back to a certain degree as you read the words imprinted on the piece of paper pinned to the centre of the notice board. The results of the class for one of your recent assignments had been put up and you studied it while humming silently to yourself.
From your peripheral vision, you saw a figure on your right leaning itself against the notice board. His jet black hair was pressed against the surface behind him and his head was facing the direction opposing yours. There was no need to flicker your eyes towards the figure to perceive his identity, that would have been deemed pointless. You already knew who it was.
His presence itself was unmistakeable. From the confident way he held himself to the distinct aura that surrounded him, it was impossible for you not to know. You could even feel stares behind you and you knew that if you turned, you would have been met by curious eyes. This was the kind of attention Baekhyun usually received, the gender percentage mostly girls. You had been seen multiple times in campus with him and people were presumably wondering when and how the two of you had gotten close.
“We all know you got a good score already, so come on. Lets go grab some lunch, i’m hungry.”
You resisted the smile that tried to fight its way to your lips. He was beside you and you knew that if you inhaled breaths deep enough, you might just be able to catch his addictive scent once more. Instead, you pulled your gaze away from the thin paper and towards him instead.
“I can’t. I have a class starting soon,” you frowned. His expression changed to mirror yours, albeit marginally. It was just a minimal tick of his lips downwards but you still noticed it. “Which is a pity because lunch would have been my treat today.”
“What? You paying for my lunch?” he questioned, his face sporting an amused expression. “What’s the occasion?”
Baekhyun pushed himself away from the notice board and began sauntering away, following you to your desired destination.
“Because I want to,” you grinned.
“Aww, I am eternally inconsolable. I can’t believe I’m going to have to miss the grand opportunity of you buying me lunch. Don’t talk to me. I’m sad.”
Small laughter escaped your lips as you listened to his words. He was being irresistibly cute at this moment without even meaning to. Cute may not be an adequate adjective for him and you were sure that if you had not known him personally and you were observing him from afar, you would be nervous. He exhibited a very attractive and alluring look with his charcoal mop of hair, penetrating eyes and intimidating resting face. However, you had met him and you had gotten to know him and you knew what he was like. You listened to his words and you decided cute was the perfect adjective for how he was right now.
“What about dinner? Oh! There’s this new restaurant that just opened and I heard it’s really good. Lets eat there,” you beamed.
“Really?” he chuckled. “Alright. Lets go tonight then. Will you pay?”
“Sure,” you shrugged.
“I’m just joking,” he chuckled. “I’d never ask you to pay for me, you silly girl.”
“But I want to,” you whined softly.
“Nope. Now stop looking so cute, you’re really making me want to hug you in front of everyone.”
Your heart skipped a beat. He was being ruthless with his words, throwing them at you without even the least bit considerate of how it made your insides scream and squeal and shout all at the same time.
“I’ll hug you if you let me pay for your dinner.”
“That isn’t fair,” he groaned. “Either way, my answer is no.”
Now it was your turn to groan. Baekhyun really almost usually has his way most of the time. Your efforts to change his mind remained in vain.
“Don’t look so sad,” he laughed. “You’re actually making me feel guilty for not wanting you to pay.”
“Good. You should be,” you mumbled.
You arrived outside the lecture hall. The hallway you were both in was nearly empty, only one or two students dotting its path at the other end. It was understandable since you were early by ten minutes.
“Well, i’m already here. You go and have fun eating lunch all by yourse—“
Your words were cut short when his lips came into contact with your cheek, planting a chaste kiss in its wake.
You were done. You were done fighting the smile that had threatened to find its way towards your lips so you gave up and you let it happen. Baekhyun leaned back and looked down at you, a satisfied smirk displayed on his handsome countenance.
“There,” he piped. “Much better.”
The two doors of your wardrobe opened, exhibiting all your pieces of fabric ranging from blouses to jeans to shorts and to dresses in a variety of colours. After more than half an hour of debating with So Hee over which outfit would be satisfactory for tonight’s dinner, you ended up choosing a snowbound white top tucked into a pastel pink skirt that stopped marginally below your mid thigh. Pairing it with white knee-high socks and a beige cardigan, you swore you could still feel the ringing of your ears as an effect of So Hee screaming things along the words of “YES, THAT IS PERFECT!” into the speaker of her phone whilst you both were face timing. You were the only one to blame for leaving such a close proximity between your ears and the device that was cradled in your hand.
You climbed into Baekhyun’s car and flashed him a grin to which he returned, his one being more boyish and handsome that it made your mind go haywire.
“Alright, you’re throwing me the directions, kitten,” he started. “I’ll be driving the princess.”
He winked at you and it made you giggle. Curse him for being so charming. Google eased your process of finding the location of the desired destination and before you knew it, you both had arrived. The place was packed with people but to your fortunate luck, a couple was just finishing up so it was merely a curtailed wait for you to land a table. Despite the crowd of people dotting up the restaurant sporadically, the noise level wasn’t too loud neither was it too soft. The tables were draped with cream white cloth and the eclectic decor simply enhanced the overall look. Glass windows lined the walls and the ambience was just appropriate.
It didn’t take long before your mind was set on what to order so while Baekhyun was flipping through the menu, you pounced on the opportunity to study his appearance for the night. He was dressed in a button up shirt and jeans with oxford shoes. They were all black, the typical color associated with him that you don’t think you would ever get tired of seeing. The combination of his outfit was simple but when you paired it with Byun Baekhyun, it would instantaneously become lethal.
How lucky of you to be blessed with such a breathtaking view. Baekhyun underneath the high ceiling lights with his flawlessly tousled hair and ridiculously handsome face strayed far from the usual bad boy image he put on yet he still pulled it off. The subtle glances and stared from other girls thrown his way were solid evidence of that.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his voice calling out to you. He was staring straight at you with his piercing eyes that had grown friendlier to yours as time had passed.
“I said, do you want to order now? I’ve chosen my meal already,” he informed you.
“Y-yeah, sure,” you stuttered in reply.
“What’s the matter? Do I look that good that you can’t keep your eyes off me?” he joked with a smirk plastered on his face.
You pinked under his gaze upon realizing that you had been caught staring. A small and deep laugh emitted from the man seated in front of you.
“I’m just messing with you,” he chuckled. “Cute.”
As soon as the waiter arrived at your table and pulled you away from your short-lived misery, you and Baekhyun placed your orders. Baekhyun settled with small talk as you both waited for the food to arrive. You felt at ease like this. There was no need for you to exert effort into keeping a conversation going with him, it had its own natural flow of coherency.
“Oh finally,” he addressed the moment the food came. “I’m ravenous.”
You chuckled at his behavior before looking down at the plate of pasta laid before you. The aroma that met your nose was mouthwatering and you hoped it tasted as great as it looked. However, with your first bite, you weren’t the least bit disappointed. You weren’t the only one enjoying your food, it seemed. Baekhyun groaned in satisfaction upon the first scoop of his meal entering his mouth.
“That good, huh?” you quipped.
“Yes. Hell yes. This is amazing,” he admitted. “You did a good job choosing this place. I knew there was a reason I like you.”
Your breath hitched in your throat.
He liked you? Sure, you noticed that his actions towards you were more than platonic and they certainly weren’t what normal friends usually did with each other. Friends don’t make your heart race and they definitely don’t kiss each other. But he never addressed the situation before this and you did not want to get your hopes up.
Judging by how he wasn’t the least bit affected by the final words he had spoken and how he continued going about without any signs of hesitancy, you presumed it wasn’t just a slip of the tongue. You pushed whatever thoughts out of your mind and resumed eating your meal. You did it fairly well because just minutes later, you were indulging in conversation with him once again with no trace of the previous thoughts contaminating your mind.
“Why do you move your garlic to the side?” you inquired his odd actions as you stared at the cubes of garlic placed messily near the egde of his plate.
“I don’t like raw garlic,” he stated.
“Really?” you questioned, eyes widening just a fraction in shock. “Give them to me! I love raw garlic.”
“You what? You love them?” he replied. “You are horrific.”’
“You not knowing the art of appreciating raw garlic does not equate to me being horrific.”
“But anyone and everyone who likes raw garlic are.”
“Hey!” you whined.
“I’m just kidding,” he clarified. “Everyone but you, baby. You’re special.”
Dinner with Baekhyun was refreshing. You both spoke a lot and you continued to learn more things about each other. He shared funny stories of him and his friends that had you clutching your stomach at some point while you told him about how your old friends were like. For dessert, you and Baekhyun settled on sharing a slice of strawberry cheesecake.
The cake was presented exquisitely on a slate grey ceramic plate. A plump strawberry was planted tastefully on it and sauce was smeared in a curve on the surface of the plate. As you and Baekhyun began digging in, it was clear to you that the restaurant did not only specialize in appetizers. Their desserts were on par as well.
“You eat the strawberry,” Baekhyun insisted.
“It’s alright. I’m already full, but thank you,” you denied. To be honest, you still had room available in your stomach for more but you decided against it. Baekhyun had once told you about his profound love for strawberries and you wanted him to have it.
You nodded your head in reply and smiled when you watched his face scrunch up in delight after holding the fruit captive in his mouth. The waiter came with the bill and when you once again offered to pay, he turned it down.
“That’s not fair,” you pouted. “At least let me pay for what I ordered.”
“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”
“What about the cheesecake then?”
“No can do,” he grinned.
You accepted your defeat because the man really left no room for arguments. It made you feel horrible that he was paying, even though he reassured you multiple times that you completely should not feel that way at all.
“Thank you, Baek,” you spoke as you both left the restaurant. Your genuine words were directed at your companion for the night, hoping he could hear or feel the pure sincerity behind them.
He hummed lightly in reply, a small smile playing on his red lips. The heels of your shoes padded against the rough stone pavement as you both walked to his car. However, just as you were nearing the vehicle, his movements came to a halt.
“Let’s go for a walk near the river,” Baekhyun piped up.
You looked ahead of you and spotted the Han River metres away.
“You wanna cross the bridge?”
“Sure, at the walkway so we can walk off what we just ate,” he shrugged.
You nodded in agreement, eager to spend more time with your company because you didn’t want it to end just yet. The night was still alive in Seoul and the city lights shined lustrously in the sky, lighting up the caliginous view. It was a bustling day and a myriad of shiny vehicles lined the tar roads of the wide bridge. The wintry wind was blowing against you but you tried your best to ignore it. Your hair was floating all over the place and you ran your fingers through your locks to fix it. Mini clouds of white air formed with every huff of your breath and your fingers were beginning to turn numb. It generally wasn’t much of a cold night —tolerable really— but the chill of the weather seemed to amplify the longer you stayed. You didn’t relent, though. You were enjoying the night way too much to offer a twinge of your care.
No words were exchanged but you didn’t mind. The silence was comforting as it floated in the air overhead like an invisible cloud before the wind blew it away from the two of you. When the highest point of the bridge was reached — which also was the midpoint — you stopped walking. You leaned against the railing instead, absorbing the picturesque scenery sprawled before you.
Baekhyun was beside you and you tilted your head to look at him. He was staring out at the river so you were greeted with his side profile. You didn’t mind, considering the fact that he looked good in any angle. The breeze was whisking his hair back as well, revealing the smooth skin of his forehead. The pillows of his lips jutted out naturally against the moon, a stark contrast created. You turned your head away and looked at the vast body of salt water instead. An endless pit of black that stretched across for miles on end with ripples that formed underneath the moonlight. You could see everything. Skyscrapers and buildings stood high and tall as they plunged into the sky, yet the monstrous distance that separated you from the structures made them look small and diminutive. Twinkles and gleams of light emanating from the many objects of the city illuminated the scenery, giving it a radiant yet tenebrous view.
“I’m scared of the river,” you disclosed, body leaning on the cool metal railing.
“Really? Why?” he inquired, eyes still facing the outstretched river.
“I have a fear of open water. Don’t you think it’s terrifying?”
You glanced at him to see him shaking his head in a way that encouraged you to go on and continue speaking.
“It’s a constant murkiness at night when the sun isn’t there to shine any light for it. It’s so ambiguous and vague, you’re never certain what lies in the deeper and undiscovered parts of the ocean. I can’t imagine being stranded on a boat in the middle of the ocean. I’d be stuck somewhere massive with so much space around me yet I’d still feel like I’d suffocating.”
From your peripheral vision, you could spot Baekhyun nodding his head to your words. Though he was silent, you knew he offered you his ears and attention which was more than you could ask for. Having someone to listen was already enough.
“I like the ocean,” he opined. “I like it’s equivocation. Everything seems less like a handful when you don’t know what it has to offer. It’s like ignorance, but ignorance is bliss.”
A small laugh released from your body, reverberating from your throat and swept away by the waves of the river.
“My mom used to say I was quite a handful when I was a child,” you quipped.
“That’s why I have two hands for.”
Your bottom lip was forced between your teeth as you willed yourself to hold back the smile demanding to form on your countenance. It was soon erased when a brisk gust of air was exulted against you, the cold that impaled you to the very marrow of your bones sending shivers down your spine. Before you knew it, you felt a compact and firm body behind you, pressed against yours. Baekhyun’s form radiated heat to you, as if he was donating a portion of his warmth for you to drown in. His arms were on either side of your body before he brought it up to capture your hands in his. Long fingers slipping through the crevices between yours as they intertwined with each other. He brought your right hand to the front of his face languidly, your arms folded back to him as you craned your neck to watch him exhale a hot breath of air onto your skin. You could feel the movement of his chest as he did so, repeating it with your left hand and distributing heat to you.
His actions produced a severe fuzziness that was blooming inside of you. It made your heart race and skip a beat at the same time, too unstable to settle for a constant tempo. It catalyzed the movement of the butterflies in your stomach, the flapping of their wings accelerating. He was holding you underneath the moonlight of the city and like this, you think you may have just discovered a new level of comfort. Here, in his arms, you felt serene and peaceful.
“I’m sorry I didn’t bring a jacket for you today,” he spoke into your ear, breath fanning your skin.
“You’re already enough. You make a great heater,” you hummed.
A low laugh resounded from his chest, making you smile. There was a silent pause before he began speaking again.
“I like you. I really like you. I never thought I’d ever like someone, hell I even used to make fun of the boys for being so fucking mushy with their feelings whenever they had a girlfriend. But I don’t think I can keep it in me any longer, I genuinely like you.”
Your lips had widened into a full-blown smile now, stretched to the corners like a giddy child. You were grateful he couldn’t see your face clearly from behind because the crimson redness tinting your cheeks might just be visible in the dark. Turning your body around, you didn’t expect your heads to be so close to each other. Faces centimeters apart, you welcomed his manly scent and cologne you had longed to smell again.
You looked into his brown eyes that were already staring at you. Leaning your heads closer towards each other, time truly felt like it had slowed down before your lips finally touched. The noise and cacophony surrounding you was blocked out and the low temperature forgotten, your mind only focusing on the man you were breathing in. He released your hands so he could wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him. You raised your arms and slung them around his neck, bringing his head closer to yours while your fingers played with the ends of his soft hair. The kiss was slow and passionate, your lips moved against each other like fluid. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss while his right hand was raised to cup the side of your face, thumb rubbing your cheek soothingly. He slipped his tongue into your cavern and you allowed him to take charge of the kiss. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away hesitantly, your need to replenish your breathlessness becoming too overpowering. Your foreheads rested against each other as you stared into each others eyes, chests raising up and down in pants.
“I like you too,” you whispered.
He flashed you a grin. A wide one that showcased his rectangular smile and made him look irresistibly adorable that you couldn’t help but dart in and peck his lips for another kiss.
“I really do,” you added.
“Be my girlfriend then.” You chuckled, biting your lip as he waited for your response.
“I’d love to.”
“Good. I’m gonna get so much teasing from the boys for this,” he reckoned. “But ugh, so worth it.”
He pecked you on the lips once again, making you smile for the thousandth time that night.
“Can we watch a movie tonight?” you asked Baekhyun whilst you both waited for the professor to arrive. Your arms were perched on the table, folded with your head tilted to face Baekhyun as you rested on it as if it were a pillow.
He raised his fingers to pinch at your cheeks lightly and no one seemed to notice as everyone was engrossed in their own mindless chatter. He was smiling at you with adoration. You sat next to the window and his body was turned to yours with his back facing everyone else. You knew that he only showed this affectionate side of him to you and you only.
“What movie are you thinking about?” he inquired.
“La La Land.”
“I heard the movie sucks.” “It got an 8.2 rating on IMDB!” you mumbled, your voice laced with fake hurt. You raised your head from the pillow you had created with your arms and ran your fingers through your messy hair to fix it.
“You actually checked the ratings? Nerd,” Baekhyun snorted.
You grumbled and rolled your eyes at him playfully. He laughed and rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand.
“I’m just kidding, baby. You’re my nerd.”
You giggled and grinned at him.
“So can we watch it?”
“Good, because I already bought the tickets”
“You did? What if I said no to watching a movie with you?” he laughed. “Wow, you must be very adamant on your decision of paying me back, huh.”
“I bought it because I knew you would agree.” You flashed him a cheeky smile. “And it’s not that. I did it because I wanted to spend time with you,” you told him. “And also because I wanted to treat you.”
You smiled and he cooed.
“What a cutie.”
“You’re awfully charming with your words. Are you sure you’ve never had a girlfriend before?”
He laughed. “I’m sure. I really have never dated before. I just know how to treat the people I care about well.”
He smiled at you. “So what time is the movie?”
“It’s at seven.”
“I’ll come to your house at six thirty?”
You nodded your head. Baekhyun picked you up that evening. A red beanie adorned his head and it made him look extremely adorable. You both waited in line at the food counter while contemplating what to order.
“I’ll probably get a regular popcorn and coke,” you informed.
“Hmm, I think I’ll be having the same as well.”
“Why not we just share then?” you offered.
“Trust me, I eat a lot of popcorn. I might finish it before you even get a mouthful.”
“Then we can get extra large,” you grinned. “There’s a combo for that.”
Baekhyun ordered for the two of you and he took out his wallet to pay for the two of you. As you both waited for them to prepare the food, you stared at your boyfriend. You really liked how he looked when he dressed comfortably. He pulled anything off, in your opinion.
“You look really cute today,” you complimented him.
“Me? Cute?” he turned to you.
“Mmmhm,” you nodded.
He chuckled. “I’m not cute, baby. You’re cute.”
“Thank you, but you are cute though. You look adorable in your beanie,” you giggled.
He darted a quick peck on your lips before speaking.
“I’m not cute. I’m handsome,” he stated, eyebrows wiggling in a playful manner.
You laughed and hit him on the chest lightly. When the food was ready, you both walked into the theatre room and searched for your seats. You had managed to land good seats even though the movie was quite a popular one and before you knew it, the theatre was packed with people. It was a full house.
You and Baekhyun had been fairly touchy during the movie. The moment the lights dimmed and the theme music resounded throughout the room, your boyfriend had already began munching on the popcorn. The arm rest between the two of you was raised to create more room for you to rest against him and to diminish the space between you both. The side of your body was pressed next to his and he rested his left hand on your thigh, fingers drumming against it.
Halfway throughout the movie, you leaned your head on his shoulder and you felt him plant a kiss on the top of your head. He had resorted to feeding you then, bits of popcorn he would push into your mouth for you to eat and the bottle of iced beverage he would raise to your lips for you to sip on.
“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear when you finished the last few pieces of popcorn.
You tilted your head so you could plant a kiss on his shoulder before returning to the movie. After it ended, you and Baekhyun left the hall.
“Why do you bring the trash out with you?” he inquired as you threw the box you had used in the theatre into a trash can outside. “You knew they do that for you right?”
“I know. I just wanted to help them,” you shrugged. “How was the movie? It was good, right?”
“Hmm, it was alright,” he responded, but you knew better. You could see how he was trying to hold back a smile and you knew it was because he genuinely enjoyed it. You could tell by his how engrossed he was into the film during the times when he wasn’t doting on you or slipping food into your mouth.
“Don’t lie, come on! I know you liked it.”
“Alright, alright. It was better than I expected, okay?”
You nodded your head in agreement, deeming his response good enough.
“Told you,” you muttered, your tone laced with satisfaction.
“I’m surprised you didn’t fall asleep in the theatre just now, since you enjoy sleeping so much. You were leaning against my arm like a kitten, though I have to say my arm is numb now,” he joked.
“Hey!” you whined, your hand swatting his chest.
“I’m kidding,” he apologized, his hand grabbing the one you used to assault his chest playfully and raising it up so his lips could plant a soft kiss on your skin.
“This is what I get when I treat you out for a movie,” you mumbled. “I’m never buying you tickets again.”
He laughed. “I’ll just buy them for us then.”
“As long as it’s not a horror movie.”
“Why? Are you afraid of them?”
“We should watch it one day. Horror movies are awesome, come on.”
“No way. I won’t be able to sleep for a week.”
“Hmm, one day.”
“One day what?”
“One day I’ll get you to watch a horror movie with me,” he spoke, a naughty grin etched on his face.
“And how will you do that?”
Once you both reached Baekhyun’s car, neither of you got in as you both decided to finish the last of your drink then and there first and dump the paper cup into the trashcan next to the headlights. You were seated on the hood of his car while he stood in between your legs.
“I’m Byun Baekhyun, I can do anything.”
You laughed at his confidence. “Coming from the person who handed a 100 dollar bill to the cashier when the amount was only 10.”
“That was one time! And it happened a long time ago. And I wasn’t thinking straight then. And I’m still awesome.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, loser.”
Out of the blue, he began tickling your sides. His fingers were not relenting one bit and it made you burst out into a fit of giggles.
“Say that again,” he joked. “I dare you.”
You couldn’t contain it. He was mercilessly tickling you and you were begging for him to stop, the drink almost slipping from your hands.
“I’m sorry, i’m sorry! You’re awesome, baby.”
His actions finally came to a halt and you sighed in relief, gasping for air after being out of breath from all the tickling. He laughed.
“Yes. Good girl,” he praised.
His arms were planted on the hood of the car on either side of you and he leaned his head in before capturing your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss and reciprocated his actions with just as much fervor. Your lips moved against each other swiftly, softly. Baekhyun broke the kiss, leaning back slightly to finish the last of the beverage you held in your hands before kissing you once again. When your lips were spread apart, you felt the fluid transfer from his mouth to yours. The contrast between the cold drink and the heat of the kiss made you moan. Coke tasted so much better when they came from his lips.
It dawned on you that it was becoming way too sensual and that the both of you were still in public, even though the street you were both at was empty. You broke the kiss regrettably and he licked the moisture off your lips with his tongue before planting a firm kiss on your forehead. His lips felt cold against your skin.
“Let’s get going. It’s getting late,” he announced.
You nodded your head and stood up. He took the empty paper cup from you to dispose it into the nearest trashcan before he unlocked the vehicle, ready to drive the two of you home. The two of you continued your playful banter in the car while your boyfriend drove, one hand on the steering well. The other holding yours.
Harry stormed into the bar with a delighted looking Draco trailing after him. Ron and Hermione exchanged baffled looks as they waited for the couple to get their drinks and join them at their table. When they did so and sat further apart than usual, Hermione just raised an eyebrow at them. Harry scowled into his drink and Draco continued to smirk. “Are you going to tell us what you’re fighting about?” She asked eventually. Harry’s scowl deepened but he didn’t look up. “Yes, Potter.” Draco drawled. “Tell them why you’re mad at me.” His smirk was smug. Harry tried to smoothen out his face and sighed. He took a long sip of his drink and put it down to face his friends. “I only found out today that Draco and Blaise used to date.” The corner of his mouth dipped down again. Draco elegantly lifted a hand to press his fingers to his lips to smother his smile. Ron and Hermione exchanged a look again. “Um, okay.” Ron said. “And that makes you mad because?” He asked tentatively. Harry smacked his hands down on the table. “Because we see him all the time!” He exclaimed. “I would have liked to be aware I was in the company of my boyfriends ex all that time.” Draco had to cover his mouth with his hand. Harry cut him a vicious glance and Draco burst out laughing. “Oh, come on Harry. You two get along so well now, you probably wouldn’t have allowed it if you’d known. You’d have spent the whole time uselessly posturing and trying to be intimidating. Which would have been a waste of everyone’s time since we were never that serious. We are just friends now.” Harry continued to glare at him. “Well, fine. How does it make you feel to know that Ron and I made out once?” He said loudly. Ron’s face went white and Hermione’s mouth fell open. A furious blush covered Ron’s face. He cleared his throat and said, “You said you’d never tell anyone.” And promptly fled the table. Hermione stared in shock after him, then turned to Harry and snapped her mouth closed. “Um.” And she took off after Ron. Harry stared after them and then turned to Draco who was still smirking smugly. “What?” Harry asked grudgingly. “You did not make out with Weasley.” Draco drawled, grinning. “You know what?” Harry huffed. “I’m done tonight. I’m going home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Harry said and got up and walked out. Draco tried to stop smiling as he followed Harry out. He grabbed his hand when he caught up to him and Harry spun around. “Harry.” He started softly. He saw Harry’s frown grudgingly soften and put his arms around Harry’s waist. He was gratified when Harry out his hands on Draco’s hips. “I didn’t tell you because I completely forgot about it. It didn’t matter, nothing before this mattered.” Harry looked at him for a long moment before sighing loudly. “Fine.” Draco smiled brilliantly and the corners of Harry’s mouth tilted up before he frowned again. “How’d you know about Ron?” Draco smirked at Harry before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Because if it was true you’d never have told me.” He let his lips brush over Harry’s neck as he continued. “Because I know how well you kiss. And I never would have believed he’d let you go after one.” He pulled back to see Harry’s eyes glittering with amusement. “So, naturally everything he did would be trying to get you. So I’d have to be insanely jealous and protective. And that just sounds unbearable for all of us, honestly.” He smirked when Harry’s laugh washed over him. “You’re insane.” Harry told him fondly. “You love me anyway. You know,” he said seriously. “Weasley is a really good friend.” Harry started laughing again, and Draco just enjoyed the sound.
@waterspriite inspired by waterspriites adorable drawing of an annoyed Harry and cheeky Draco!
Note: Ben Solo, the most notorious smuggler in the Galaxy, has taken a liking to you. But with his profession of choice, you fear that he hides his true self in favour of a ‘bad boy’ persona. But one night, he shows up at your bedroom window, trying to prove to you how genuine he can be.
“Get out of my way,” you said through gritted teeth as you tried to stroll through the market.
“I just want to talk Y/N,” Ben called after you.
You stopped in your tracks, Ben quickly stepping to the side before he crashed into you.
You sighed, “How many times are you going to pretend to just ‘run in to me’ at the market, Solo?”
“As many times as it takes for you to talk to me,” He smirked.
“We’re talking now, aren’t we?” You asked blankly, “Besides, surely the Ben Solo has somewhere better to be.”
“Can’t think of anywhere better than right here,” he shrugged, “And you brushing me off hardly counts as talking.”
You frowned. It’s not that you didn’t like Ben. You just didn’t agree with what he did for a living.
“Ah, there’s the look.”
“The one you make when you want to talk to me, but then you remember I’m a smuggler.”
“That’s not a real expression,” you replied flatly, “Now get out out of my way, smuggler. I have things to do today, and engaging with your pathetic attempts to charm me isn’t exactly a priority.”
“Well hang on just a minute, sweetheart–
“Don’t you 'sweetheart’ me,” you scoffed, shoving by him. You cursed as you heard his footsteps following you eagerly.
You tried to ignore his presence behind you, turning your attention to the market stall and eyeing the rows of bouquets of flowers lined up. One in particular caught your eye. You were about to pick it up when you felt Ben’s hand grip your wrist gently. You turned around with a scowl, “Let go.“
“I will, sweetheart,” He flashed you a grin as you rolled your eyes, “But only if you tell me what it will take for this pathetic smuggler to ever gain your affection,” he asked you, his hand reaching up to stroke your cheek gently.
This is the part you hated. Despite everything you had against his chosen profession, you couldn’t deny that Ben Solo was a relentless flirt. And a fantastic one at that.
“I’ll take that smile on your face as a good thing.”
You quickly frowned at his words, shying away from his touch, “You want advice? Try being genuine for once.”
Ben raised his eyebrow, “You think I’m misleading you somehow?”
“I’m sure you can’t be 'Ben Solo: infamous smuggler, ladies’ man and bad boy’ all the time,” you started, “I want to meet the real you.”
“This is the real me,” you could see him getting frustrated now.
“I think you know exactly what I mean… but hey, if you don’t, I’m sure there are plenty of other women in this market you could try and win over,” you told him as you marched off.
“There’s only you, Y/N,” Ben sighed as he watched you walk off, “Only you.”
Three nights later, as you were getting ready to sleep, you heard a knock at your bedroom window. You jumped at the unexpected noise, but curiosity got the better of you as you glanced towards it.
You frowned at the sight as you walked over to open it slightly, “How in the galaxy do you know my address?”
“I asked around about someone called Y/N… gave them an accurate description: beautiful, confident–”
“Alright enough,” you stopped him before he could get carried away, “How did you really find out where I live? This city is enormous!”
“Oh my sweet Y/N, your city is a village compared to some of the other planets I operate in. I just got in touch with a few of my connections, and it took all of five minutes to get your address– I don’t mean to alarm you,” he added as he watched your expression change.
You scowled, “I’m not alarmed, I just have half a mind to push you off this damn ledge.”
“Well before you decide to kill me, let me explain,” Ben said as he gestured for you to open the window fully, his amused expression never faltering. “It’s the least you could do before making me fall to my death.”
You groaned, “Fine. Get in– But if anyone knocks on my door you’re going right out the way you came.”
“Sounds fair, sweetheart,” He said cheerfully as he landed with a low thud.
You glared at him and he gave you a sheepish grin.
“So tell me,” You circled him, “What could I have possibly done to deserve Ben Solo knocking at my bedroom window?“ You asked him mockingly, “And at this ridiculous hour too,” you added with a huff.
“I think we both know you’re enjoying this,” He teased, stepping towards you.
You put a firm hand on his chest to stop him from getting any closer. Had he seriously not listened to anything you said to him during your last encounter? “You said you were going to explain all this. I’m waiting.”
He nodded, “Right, of course. Well, do you remember what you told me at the market a few days ago?”
“I believe I told you a great deal of things that day, you’ll have to be more specific.”
“About being genuine.”
“So is this… I mean are you… being genuine right now?” You went to sit on your bed as you watched him stay put, "Because I’m not sure which version I prefer. The Ben Solo who follows me around the market, or the one who comes knocking at my bedroom window in the middle of the night.”
Ben let out an amused huff. How was it that even while mocking him, he still thought you were the most beautiful person in the entire Galaxy?
“Look, Y/N,” He started, shuffling slightly, “I wanted to bring you a something… Try and be a little ‘genuine’, as you put it.”
Your confusion was quickly met with pleasant surprise as Ben produced a bouquet of flowers from his satchel.
“D-daisies and peonies?… How did you know these are my favourite?” You asked happily as he handed you the flowers, saying a quick thank you as he did so.
“I went back to that stall and asked the merchant which ones you had been looking at. He was confused about who I was talking about at first, until I told him I was buying them for his most beautiful customer.“
There it was again. The word he seemed to love using towards you. “Y- You really think I’m beautiful?”
"Well yes… and clearly the merchant thought so too. He’s the one who told me which flowers you liked, after all.”
"I’m pretty sure I’m that man’s only customer these days,” you laughed, “It’s like one buys flowers in this city anymore.”
“Well now he has two customers,” Ben chuckled, “Just me and you…”
You smiled as you heard his confident tone shy slightly while he spoke.
“Why do you try so hard to impress me?” You couldn’t help but ask, “I-I mean…You can have anyone you want… so why me?”
“Because I can’t get you out of my head, Y/N” Ben said as he stepped forward, “You’re sweet, and by far the most intelligent person I’ve ever met,” he said softly as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“And you’re the only person to ever call me out on being too invested in this whole smuggler image,” he laughed, “You’re not like the other women, Y/N. The ones who agree with every little thing I say, and certainly not like the ones who force themselves on me,” he chuckled again, “So you want to see the real me? Well, here I am. Ben Solo. Just a regular man who can’t stop falling for someone way too good for him.”
“Well this Ben Solo I can see myself falling right back for,” you smiled, grateful that he was showing you the sweeter side of himself.
He grinned, “I would very much like for you to see me as much more than the smuggler you think I am.” He added, “And I want you to see how happy I could make you… you know, the 'real’ me.”
“I think I would like that,” you smiled, “Perhaps there’s still hope for you yet,” You said as you kissed his cheek softly.
With your lips so close to his in that moment, Ben quickly stole a kiss from your lips before looking at you with a gleam in his eye. You were taken aback by his action, trying to hide your growing smile, but it was no use. You couldn’t possibly be mad at him in this moment.
“I will endeavour to be my true self with you, Y/N. But you’ll have more fun kissing the smuggler, promise.”
“I think I can make that one exception then,” you beamed, pressing your lips to his again.