#ALSO THERE'S ONLY AN HOUR LEFT BEFORE POCKY DAY ENDS FOR ME SO THIS COUNTS

[crystallizsch]

uhhhh pocky game doodle continuation or something

[ggukcangetit]

Crime & Punishment: JJK Fic

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: light smut, f2l(?)

rating: 18+

summary: no one messes with your stock of snacks. absolutely no one. not even a very attractive jungkook who handles the repercussions really well.

warnings: kissing, grinding, oreos are disrespected, hickeys, mention of breasts.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this pointless thing was written thanks to that post by jin that has collectively sent us all into early graves. also my first time writing anything resembling smut so >.< please bear with me. and huge thanks to @wwilloww​ for looking over this and helping me with the rating lol. 

There are a few things that can get you really angry. Like really pissed-off, flip-the-table, set-the-spaghetti-on-fire mad. These things range from having to do the dishes first thing in the morning - which is quite low on the piss off scale - to finding out that some knob-head has taken credit for the days worth of data crunching you did completely by yourself. Somewhere on that scale - leaning more towards knob-head than dishes - is coming home to see your stock of snacks empty or messed with. Before anyone jumps to the conclusion that you are a horrific control freak, it should be clarified that you are very protective of your stock of snacks - fondly called The Emergency Fund by Seokjin. It has been curated over a number of years, keeping in mind shelf-life, flavor, variety, nutrition, availability, and novelty. The original purpose of The Emergency Fund was to give your blood sugar a kick when you had spent days on end without proper food, trying to finish your final thesis. Gradually, you had realised that having a well-rounded stock of snacks had many other merits. You had learnt of a ton of different grocery stores and online portals specializing in snacks, not to mention always having something ready if guests arrived unexpectedly. But probably the most satisfying part of having a stock of snacks was that it gave you something meaningful to come back to after a long, and often, unfulfilling day of work.

Unfortunately, random guests who decided to drop by without prior warning often also decided to go through your stock of snacks even if you weren't around. Such was the case when you came back home on Thursday, particularly disgruntled after a disastrous team meeting. Namjoon had texted you earlier, asking to borrow your camera tripod, so you were expecting to find a few things out of place when you reached home. What you weren't expecting was to find the last of the oreos in The Emergency Fund, completely desecrated and ravaged beyond belief. Only a complete barbarian would would lick the cream off the middle of the oreos and then put the soggy, saliva-drenched biscuits back in the container. And you knew exactly who that barbarian was.

"JEON JEONGGUK WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??"

You stormed into apartment 5C two floors below yours, fuming, frustrated, and famished. The apartment was neat and devoid of much furniture - as it had been since Jeongguk had moved in a year ago after completing his degree in video production. You looked around for some sign of the heartless dickhead who had destroyed the one thing you looked forward to after a shitty day at the office.

"I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL IN THIS UNIVERSE, IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOURSELF RIGHT NO-"

You stopped mid-rant as a very worried, very flustered, very wet haired, very shirtless Jeongguk rushed out of his room.

"What happened? Y/N, are you okay?"

You gulped, trying to remember why you had thought it was a good idea to barge in without knocking. Or in fact, why you had all decided to have keys to each others apartments.

"Cookies..." you muttered, trying hard to focus on the speck of dust hanging from the lamp behind Jeongguk's left shoulder. Jeongguk's left shoulder which had a tiny mole - that increased the overall count to four. How many more-

"Huh?" His doe eyes grew wider, not understanding what was going on.

"Oreos." You managed to get out, trying to think of anything other than the way his biceps curled as he scratched the back of his neck. Fuck.

"Y/N?" he asked, walking towards you uncertainly. The smell of his shampoo wafted towards you, snapping you out of your questionable musings.

"You!" Jeongguk recoiled slightly, at your sudden change in volume. "You complete arsehole! How could you do that?! To my Emergency fund?!"

Usually, your rants were pretty much feared by everyone in the group. But when your eyes kept wandering over his body before flitting away self-consciously, Jeongguk knew he had the upper hand.

Taking slow measured steps towards you, he tilted his head to one side and raised his left eyebrow in concern.

"My bad, Y/N," he said, stopping right in front of you after having backed you up into the wall. "That was really inconsiderate of me."

"Y-yes." You could also smell the soft apple scent of his body-wash now.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" he asked, his voice dropping a few octaves.

"I-" Language had started to betray you.

"I know what," he said, reaching to his left and grabbing something from the counter. "Why don't you take this? As a sign of my sincere apology."

Somehow, you managed to tear your eyes away from his long enough to see his peace offering - a limited edition pack of Hazelnut Cream Pocky. It was your absolute favorite and you had only managed to find it in stores once since its release.

"Here," he said, tearing open the packet, taking out a single Pocky stick, and holding the non-chocolate coated end between his teeth.

Apparently your body had also started to betray you as you found yourself inching forward, taking small bites of the Pocky. With every bit of the Pocky that was consumed, the space between you and Jeongguk diminished further. Finally, a couple of centimeters of uncoated biscuit was all that was left between the two of you. And in order to get to it, your lips would have to touch his.

At first, it was just a tiny brush, your focus more on navigating the final bit of Pocky into your system. But soon, you felt his lips moving over yours - soft, pliant, and not as chapped as you had imagined.

You groaned as he swiped his tongue into your mouth, tasting the hazelnut flavor that lingered. His hands moved off the wall, where they had been framing either side of your face, as you tugged him closer. The kiss quickly turned more desperate, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You were completely overwhelmed by him, arching yourself into him as his tongue wrecked havoc in your mouth. Heat pooled in your lower regions as Jeongguk pressed himself into you, his arousal all too evident through his Iron Man boxers.

Moving from your lips, he started trailing kisses down your neck, causing you to jerk your hips into his.

"J-jeongguk." Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears, a frenzied need seeping into your words.

Upon hearing his name said in that way, Jeongguk pulled down the side of your lavender shirt, exposing more of your collarbones and just a glimpse of your bra. A low growl escaped him as he dove forward, placing light kisses on the top of your breasts. His fingers had started unbuttoning your shirt further, as you dug your nails into his hair.

And it was right at that moment that your stomach decided to announce the fact that you hadn't eaten since lunch - 5 hours ago.

Jeongguk looked up from where he had been expertly leaving hickeys along the tops of your breasts, his doe-eyes still dilated. Your face was flushed, rivaling the color Seokjin turned when anyone complimented him. 

"Hungry?" asked Jeongguk, a small smile playing on his handsome features.

"A bit," you replied, voice small in embarrassment.

"I was going to make dinner when someone rudely barged in." You swallowed, taking in his smirk, his apple-tinted cheeks, his sparkling eyes, and his continued state of undress. "You wanna stay and eat?"

You nodded, fumbling to fix your clothes in a sudden rush of self-consciousness.

"Great!" He smiled his adorable bunny smile.

"W-where are you going?" you asked, as he started walking towards his room, already missing the heat of his body against yours.

"I was going to put on some clothes," he said, barely containing his amusement. "Cooking with hot oil in this condition can be slightly dangerous."

You nodded your head, mortified by the words coming out of your mouth.

"But don't worry," he whispered, coming closer and placing a soft kiss on your lips. "We can continue after dinner. There's an entire box of hazelnut Pocky still left."

still recovering from shirtless jungkook so excuse me for the 1.3k rant. hope you like it though!

[mistaeq]

can I request a kakyoin x reader oneshot where the reader has some trouble sleeping bc theyre a night owl? tysm!! 💕

Kakyoin Noriaki: Emeralds and Cherries

TW // Kakyoin doesn't rerorerorero

Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!

Where Kakyoin and a night owl crush on each other while they can't sleep, Hierophant Green is a dick, neutral!s/o

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

You were growing kinda nervous. You were used to not sleeping entire nights, but you would have needed to, this time. The next day you would have had to go through the desert, and with no sleep you probaby would faint on the golden sand. The crusaders had been sharing a nervous mood as well, recently, and you could totally feel it on your shoulders.

You sat up on your hotel bed, and tried to drink a glass of water in a breath. But that didn't do any better. You just weren't able to feel sleepy, but if you didn't sleep, the crusaders would probably get angry at you for wanting to rest in the middle of the desert. You soon realized you needed someone to lull you with his voice to sleep, or maybe talk together. You walked to the crusaders' rooms, and just stared at them.

You walked past Joseph's door. He's in shape, for his age, but he's still the oldest one, better not wake him up. You look at Jotaro's door, and the menacing aura coming from it sends shivers down your spine. Waking Jotaro up means dying. He would totally comfort you, but you would die out of awkwardness.

You walk past an empty room. Joseph had mistakenly booked six rooms, for the five of you and for Avdol. You missed Avdol. Jotaro said he was safe and sound, and that he would have joined you again soon, but you didn't agree with their choice of not telling Polnareff. The poor french boy had been so restless, blaming himself for Avdol's "death", that when you walked past his room and finally heard him peacefully snoring, you decided not to wake him up. He needed those hours of good sleep.

The only one left was Kakyoin. In your mind, Kakyoin was just perfect. Not too rude, not too cheesy, always ready to listen to what you had to say. You were just about to knock at his door, when a voice stopped you.

"May I help you, y/n?" you got startled, and turned quickly around just to see Noriaki, right in front of you, with a pillow in his arms.

"Yes... maybe... what are you doing?" you asked, giggling a little. He just looked so adorable. He yawned, his cheeks the same color of a sweet cherry, and then got closer to open his room's door.

"I went downstairs to ask for a bigger pillow... I need to be comfy if I want to sleep well..." before closing the door behind himself, he kinda remembered you had told him you needed help. "Oh... how can I help you?"

"I'm having... a little trouble sleeping... So I was wondering if you could..." you got shy, all of a sudden, and felt as if you were annoying him. He just said he went to ask for a new pillow to sleep well, you would have just kept him awake for no reason. "...uhm... nevermind, Noriaki... I'll just go back to my roo-" as soon as you moved a step away from Kakyoin's door, his hand grabbed a wrist of yours.

"Sleep with me... maybe?" he offered, with a sleepy smile. Did he really ask you to...? But he looked so tired...

"Noriaki... thank you for asking, but I really think..."

"When I said maybe, I didn't mean it." Kakyoin pulled you closer. "I was telling you to sleep with me." you wanted to accept and to refuse at the same time. But you understood he wouldn't have let you go without being sure you were okay, so you had no other choice.

"If you say so..." you started to believe you were crushing on Kakyoin. When his hand moved from your wrist to your own hand to pull you into his hotel room, you felt your heart jump and beat a little faster. He was handsome, cute and caring. After you closed the door, he invited you to sit on his bed with him. But you didn't. Not immediately.

"Would you like a glass of water? To calm you down?" as nervous as you were, drinking another glass of water would have only make you throw up. You shook your head.

"Thank you so much Noriaki... but my stomach is kinda dancing in my belly right now... it's better for me not to eat or drink anything..." he grew a little bit more worried.

"Sit, y/n..." he patted right on the bed, next to him.

"But it's your bed, Nori..." again, he grabbed your hand and pulled you on his bed, smiling. "I'll sleep on the floor tonight, I promise, I just need some company..."

"What? No, we'll share the bed! I can't see my name written anywhere on this bed... looks like it's not mine." he joked, to make you at ease. You smiled. His hair weren't the same as always. The huge lock of cherry-colored hair that usually fell on his forehead now mingled with other hair. You found him incredibly attractive and cute. "Tell me what keeps you up at night." he asked.

"I'm just... used to going to sleep really late... so when I have to sleep this early, I just... can't, and this makes me mad..." you felt Noriaki caressing with his thumb the hand he had grabbed to pull you on his bed, and your heart jumped again. "I don't want Jotaro or mr. Joestar to get angry at me for this... I have to sleep, or tomorrow I'll faint..."

He quietly giggled.

"I'll be there to catch you, then." his answer reassured you. "I've been restless many nights, but... had no time to feel tired, during the day. Everything was just so fast, an enemy stand user everyday... and probably tomorrow won't be any different." he stayed silent for a couple of seconds, staring at his thumb caressing your hand. Then, talked again. "Let's play a game."

"A game? Shouldn't we be sleeping?" he sticked his hand under his pillow. And pulled out cherry flavored Pockys. That game?

"No, if we're not tired. Sometimes doing something you enjoy to relax is way better than just sleeping." Kakyoin smiled. "Also ...if you're wondering why do I have Pockys under my pillow, it's because I get often hungry, during the night." you laughed. But your cheeks were probably as red as his hair. Did he really want to play that game?

"Y/n, you don't have to go far enough to touch my lips, if you don't feel comfortable... I'm just looking for an excuse to eat something and have fun at the same time." oh. Clear. Not that he liked you. But you lowkey wanted to taste his lips. Now that you felt calm enough to eat something without throwing up, playing with Kakyoin looked like the perfect thing to do. "May I get the chocolate end of the Pocky? You know I love cherries..."

As soon as he put a Pocky between you, you felt a laugh creeping up your shoulder, and after a couple of seconds of biting, you giggled, leaving the Pocky hanging from Kakyoin's lips. "Thank you..." he giggled too, happily eating the whole Pocky left. "Let's try again?"

You tried a couple of other times, and everytime you managed to get closer to his lips. You couldn't see it well, because of the shadow of the night, but you were kinda sure that Kakyoin was staring at you. In a particular way. The fourth time you started to bite on the ends of the Pocky, you felt a shadow moving behind you. Maybe it was just the shadow of you and Noriaki moving, so you stopped thinking about it. There were a couple centimetres of Pocky, between you.

You had to decide whether to break it or keep on biting and touch Kakyoin's lips. He seemed to think about it too.

But Hierophant Green perfectly knew what its user wanted. You felt something pushing you towards Noriaki, your lips slammed against his. He flinched, not expecting his own stand to betray him and expose his true feelings like that. But as he felt you were actually kissing him, he couldn't help but kiss you back. You felt your cheeks burning.

You and Kakyoin were now involved in a sweet cherry flavored chocolate kiss, the man pulling you closer. First he pulled you in his room. Then he pulled you on his bed. And now he was pulling you on his lips. Things escalated fast, but you were incredibly grateful for this. Noriaki broke the kiss for a second, cupping your cheek with his hand.

"Do you still want to sleep on the floor?" he teased, smiling and caressing your lips with his thumb. He was kinda grateful Hierophant Green exposed him, now. You shook your head. You just wanted to melt into Noriaki's arms, they felt so warm and good. "I might enjoy having you sleeping on my chest."

"I'd love to..." you blushed, as he lay down on the bed pulling you with him.

You ran a hand on his chest, his pajamas was slightly opened. "How long have you had feelings for me, Kakyoin Noriaki?" you suddenly felt twice more comfortable with sleeping next to him.

"I started to fall in love since that time when you refused to let me eat you ice cream's cherry..." he pushed his thumb under your chin, his arm around you shoulders, for you to look at him. "I just thought you had a lot of courage..." Noriaki laughed.

"I like cherries, it's unfair that you always get to eat them first..." you caressed his red hair, and cupped his cheek. "I love cherries..." you both stayed still, staring into each other's eyes, your breath and heartbeats going at the same pace, and- "I don't want to hurry you or something, Nori, but this is the part where you kiss me again."

"O-Oh, sorry..." he smiled and stopped daydreaming, pushing his lips against yours. His tongue pushed against your lower lip, asking you permission to have some more.

You parted your lips a bit, letting his tongue explore your mouth, his hands gently caressing your hair and your back. A thought ran through your mind for a second, and you laughed in your kiss. "What...?" without even knowing what it was, Noriaki smiled, moving a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"I think our voices' volume is a little too high... wouldn't it be funny if we had woken Jotaro up and suddenly Star Platin-"

"ORA" a purple giant fist broke through the door, Star Platinum coming at you with a menacing aura. You were just... joking. Did you actually wake Jotaro up? You hid behind Kakyoin, Jotaro's stand was terrifying, as it approached. The green boy kept you behind him, but he was sure Star Platinum wouldn't have hurt them.

In fact, the purple stand opened his fist to reveal a little note, which Noriaki took, just before Star Platinum's disappearing.

"Congratulations, lovebirds. Now shut the fuck up, will you? People are sleeping. I am people.  - Kujo Jotaro"

Your lover huffed, and answered the note.

"Fuck you. Sleep well. ~Kakyoin Noriaki" You giggled, hugging him from behing while he gave the note to Hierophant Green, to bring it to Jotaro. You snuggled against his back, and yawned.

"You tired, cherry?" you heart jumped and raced. You were his cherry, weren't you. You nodded, watching him laying and pulling you on his warm chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and your head was right on his heart. "Y/n... would you enjoy it if I sang you a lullaby?"

"I would love it..." you mumbled, closing your eyes and listening to Kakyoin's calm breathe. He inhaled.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little stand..." was he changing the lyrics now? You held him closer and giggled. "...how I wonder what you are. Up above The World so high, like a Crazy Diamond in the sky~" you felt your whole body relax under the effect of Noriaki's soothing voice. He was stroking your hair. "Then the crusader in the dark, thanks you for your tiny stand, how could he see where to go, if you did not twinkle so..?"

After a couple of verses, you were already sleeping tight on his comfy chest, your little body wrapped around his. Kakyoin was just so happy, he looked at you another time, before closing his eyes too. The next day you had to go through the desert.

Unfortunately, the next day would have been a bad day, for his eyesight. But he couldn't know. So he just enjoyed you the night before.

"I love you, cherry."

[more-stuff-of-pi]

Promises and Threats and the Kisses in Between

a/n: how is it that the one fic that I’m really not sure about is also my longest one? i’m a clown, that’s how. dedicated to mom and all the Makki simps out there. lmk how to better characterize our good boi :’(

notes: it might not be v clear but this is a college!au technically. i did not re-read this at all so apologies in advance. i’m also the worst at tenses ugh! requests are open :) find my masterlist here

pairing: hanamaki takahiro x fem!reader | genre: minor angst (w/lots of fluff) | warnings: swearing | word count: 2,618 (edited: 11/12/20)

The odd thing about being sad is that there were different types of sad. There was the kind of sad that had you screaming into a pillow for release. There was the kind of sad that had you feeling like someone had scraped your throat with sandpaper and had forced you to chop onions for hours. And then there was the kind of sad that left you feeling hollow, amiss. At first, you might think that you’re having an off day or that you’re simply in a bit of a ‘funk’. But then, as the day drags on and nothing -- not even mindlessly binging a new season or the same one you’ve seen a million times -- offers you a sense of fulfillment, you come to understand that you’re experiencing a kind of sad.

That kind of sad is one that pulls you in like a siren’s call, subtle and sweet, almost, until you notice that your head is sinking under water and your hand is desperately clutching at nothing but air. It’s the kind of sad that you suffer quietly, settling over you without rhyme or reason. The kind of sad that’s like water in a pot. Once it’s hot enough, it comes boiling over, raging and uncontrollable until someone turns off the heat.

You were feeling that kind of sad -- you had had a rough day to say the least.

And it wasn’t anything in particular that had sent you spiralling. Rather, your insecurities that you’d locked away neatly had sprung free like Pandora’s box, crawling and fighting and clawing their way out, smiling demons emerging victoriously from their solemn slumber. You had tried for hours to ignore them, flinging yourself into meaningless tasks. When that didn’t work, you tried shoving them back inside. Needless to say, that also did not work.

Which is how you found yourself staring at your phone, Hanamaki Takahiro’s contact glaring up at you. You had been like that for a few minutes, apparently hoping that some spirit would possess you and just push the damn call button for you already. But, you sighed, it seemed like you would have to find the courage to do it yourself. And it’s not like you should even need the courage! This asshole was your best friend of nearly ten years, whether he or you liked it or not, and there shouldn’t be a single problem in pushing that fucking button.

And yet, that was another thing about this kind of sad. It made you feel utterly, hopelessly, simply… alone.

But you had more faith in your friendship than what any kind of sad could tell you otherwise.

You pushed the damn call button.

“Yo,” Hanamaki picked up on the third ring. “What’s up, shithead?” In the background you heard guns blazing and dramatic music swelling to its climax.

You chuckled weakly, doing your best to reply as usual. “Nothing much, ugly.”

“Whoa, you okay? That had none of your typical asshat-ery to it.” Leave it to Hanamaki to notice that your insults had less bite than normal.

“Maybe I’m feeling nice,” you tried to cover.

“You? Being nice? To me?,” Makki questioned and you could hear his teasing smile, “Never.”

“Like anyone would ever be nice to a moron like you,” you heard someone in the background say. Matsukawa, maybe.

“Makki! We’re in the middle of a movie, put the phone away!” You could tell immediately from the nickname and the ever present whine that it was Oikawa which meant that it was definitely Matsukawa from before which meant that Iwaizumi was also present.

“Oh, shit, sorry. I forgot you had guys’ night or whatever the hell Oikawa makes you call it,” you apologized, tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt. On second thought, it might have been Hanamaki’s. It was certainly large enough to be.

You heard Hanamaki move, the background noise growing more distant. “Nah, don’t worry about it. He’s making us watch some stupid fucking alien movie that I swear he’s seen, like, fifteen times.”

“This is only my eighth time, jeez!”

Oikawa yelped as Iwaizumi undoubtedly hit him. “Shut it, Trashykawa.”

“Atta boy, Iwaizumi,” Makki cheered, drawing himself further from the noise. You heard a click of a door, assuming he had found a separate room. “So? What’s up?”

“Oh. Nothing,” you half-lied. There was something wrong, you supposed, you just didn’t know what.

“Bullshit,” Hanamaki said firmly, “you’re a terrible liar. Something’s bothering you and you never call unless you either need something or you had a shitty day.”

You scoffed. “I call you just to call you!”

“Last time you called me you asked me to get you a meat bun and you hung up before I could say anything,” Makki reminded you, amusement clear in his voice.

“Okay, well,” you said sheepishly, “it worked. So… there.”

He laughed, the sound light and mischievous. It never failed to make you smile, even if the smile now was small and half-hearted. “You’re such a dork.”

“Why thank you, I try.”

“Yeah, sure seems like it half the time.”

You would have punched him if he were there with you. “Hey!”

“You said it first, not me,” he chuckled. He waited for a few moments, perhaps for you to say something, but you honestly didn’t know what to say. You were sad but you didn’t know why and you felt like the whole world was against you. It was a miracle you were even able to call Hanamaki in the first place. He sighed. “Meat buns or Pocky?”

The question startled you as your brows knitted together. “What?”

“Fuck it, I’ll just bring both. I’ll be at yours as soon as I can.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to stop Hanamaki. “Hana, wait, no--”

A door opened and the background noise of the movie became clearer as Makki moved yet again. “Yo, Shittykawa! Got any Pocky?”

“Get away from my kitchen, you snack monster!” you heard the man squawk.

“Nevermind, I’ll just get it with the meat buns. Oh,” Makki seemed to remember that he hadn’t hung up on you and softly said, “I’ll see you in thirty minutes, Y/n.” And the line went silent. 

“What the hell?” you whispered to yourself. You glanced outside your window, surprised that it was already dark outside, meaning that you had wasted away your entire day. You didn’t know what you expected to come out of talking with Hanamaki, but it certainly wasn't for him to ditch his friends to come see you. You sighed, flopping back across your bed and closing your eyes to take a few moments to focus on your breathing. The pilates girls on campus were always preaching about how good it was to take a few centering, meditative breaths throughout the day. Hanamaki and you constantly snickered at their bullshit but right now, you honestly felt as if you were a dam with a weak point, just waiting for that one final push to break you. So if the pilates girls were right and this whole centering bullshit ended up not being complete bullshit and it didn’t hurt to just breathe -- what the hell, might as well try something. All of your previous attempts turned out to be useless, so what harm could deep breaths do? You honestly were just hoping to keep your mind occupied until Hanamaki apparently showed up on your doorstep, ditching his old high school teammates he only gets to see every now and then in favor of coming to see your mopey ass. He just saw through you so easily -- a spy career was out of the cards for you, you mused -- that it was almost infuriating. All because the usual insult that you fling his way sounded a little less bitchy. Damn him and his stupidly keen intuition.

The breathing thing must have worked because, before you know it, your door is opening and Hanamaki is calling out a casual “Yo!” as he lets himself in.

You groan, forcing yourself to get up and actually greet him. He’s in your kitchen, shuffling through the fridge to find the beer you keep for him hidden in the back. You can tell he’s been sweating, beads of it lightly dripping down his temples. “You stink, ugly.”

Makki turns around beer in hand, lifting an eyebrow at you. “Nice to see you, too.”

“You’re sweating, what else am I supposed to say?”

He rolls his eyes, clutching dramatically at his heart. “I ran here from the station and I even brought you food and this is how you repay me? Some friend.” He gestures to the bag sitting on your countertops. “You’re welcome, by the way,” he adds, sipping from his beer.

"Hana, you didn't have--"

Hanamaki huffs, lazily waving your words away. "Yeah, yeah, but food always helps when you're feeling down and you've been nagging me to get you meat buns for the past two weeks." He gave you a pointed look. “So consider this as me caving. I even got you Pocky, too.”

You persist, "Still--"

"Listen," he sighed, glancing at you, his features almost bored, "I know you're sad and there's nothing wrong with a guy wanting to be there for his best friend, now is there?"

(Your heart did a weird thing and you knew it was because he had called you his best friend but you had always been that and would continue to always be that, so what was the problem?)

You shifted your feet, tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Well, no, but guys night--"

"Whatever, I see those guys every month," 

You quirked your brows. "You see me almost every day, Hana, we go to the same college."

"Yeah, but I actually like you instead of those dweebs. Plus, you’re sad. I’d be a dick if I just ignored that." Hanamaki made his way over to your couch, perching onto the arm, facing you and nursing his stolen drink.

You crossed your arms as you leaned against the counter. “You’re really annoying for being able to do that, by the way.”

“For being able to do what?”

“For being able to tell that I’m sad! Sometimes a girl just wants to be sad by herself.”

Makki quirked his brow. “You called me, princess.” You swallowed the heat that wanted to rise at hearing your best friend call you that.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have,” you choked out defiantly.

Hanamaki grins as you huff, snatching a box of the mint chocolate biscuit sticks and tearing into it, crunching one into your mouth. You glared at him as you swallowed the treat, his stupidly cute smirk doing its best to coax more warmth to flood your system.

“You’re feeling better now, yeah?” he asks, after a minute. You nod reluctantly to which he chuckles, grin never once leaving his face. “So you don’t mind if I tell you something?”

You cock your head to the side, a little confused. Usually the asshole doesn’t hesitate to ask you the most invasive questions so you can only wonder. "Tell me what?"

Makki nods, chugging the rest of his beer – you didn’t notice how little of it was left in the first place – and sets the bottle down onto the coffee table. "It's been on my mind for a really long time, now. Like, months. Years, even."

"That's surprising, I didn't know you could think for that long."

A wide grin split over his mouth. "Oh, shut it."

A matching smile lifts the corners of your mouth. "So, Hana, what has your brain so occupied? You need all the space you can get up there."

He exhales a shaky, laughing breath. You wonder why he seems so nervous. He never gets nervous. There's even a flush to his cheeks that you don't think is just from the beer. “I think," he says slowly, methodically," I’m in love with you. No, I know I’m in love with you.”

Your heart feels like it comes to an utterly abrupt stop. You swear you can feel it seize up. Heat climbs up your body, swirling throughout. Maybe you should have cleaned your ears while you were waiting for him to show up, you don't think you heard him correctly. “What?”

“My stupid fucking heart does this really stupid fucking thing where it feels like it can skip a beat when you call me ugly. My goddamn lungs feel like they are entirely incapable of breathing properly when I’m around you because I just love you so much–”

“That sounds like a personal problem,” you blurt out, wincing at your lack of self control.

Makki stops and just stares at you. Your fingers immediately find the hem of your shirt once again, playing with it to distract you from the total fool that you made of yourself. But, then again, that wasn’t anything new around Makki… who continues to just stare at you. And then he’s bursting into fits of laughter, trying to hold them in and only making the choking sounds worse.

“Did you– did you just… fucking insult me while I was confessing? Ouch,” he wheezed.

“I– This doesn’t happen to me very often, Hanamaki, how the hell else do you expect me to react?”

He quieted and for the first time when he looked at you, he looked almost shy. Almost. He was still the same calm and collected Hanamaki Takahiro that you had grown to adore. “Maybe for you to say that you love me, too?”

Your breathing hitched and you finally allowed yourself to admit that your heart always did weird things around your best friend because you were maybe, sort of, wholeheartedly in love with him too.

“Is this how you cheer girls up when they’re sad? By telling them that you love them?”

His smile is soft and kind. “Only the ugly ones.” You groaned, covering your face at his idiocy. “And the ones I get to call mine.”

Your heart fluttered as you peeked at him from beneath your hands. “There better only be one.”

“Is..." he takes a deep breath, "Is that ‘one’ gonna be you?”

You gulp underneath his serious stare, entirely unused to it. “O-Only if you don’t mind being the uglier half.”

It takes a moment for him to register your words and watching him do so is like watching fireworks explode. His whole body lights up and his face is quick to be reignited with his signature grin, his eyes beaming with joy and pride. In order to do something, anything but look at Hanamaki, you snatch up another Pocky, stuffing it into your mouth.

Emboldened by your return of his affections, Hanamaki slinks over, bracing himself against the counter with his arms on either side of you. A hand comes to gently guide your chin to look at him. Impossibly, his smirk grows wider as he bravely leans in and bites down on the half of the Pocky sticking straight out of your mouth. His eyes are alive with amusement in the face of your embarrassment. Honestly though, you couldn't tell if you were more mildly disgusted or vaguely turned on.

"If you don't fucking kiss me, I'll kiss you myself." It was impossible not to glance at his lips.

His grin widens, licking at his lips hungrily. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

"Both," you breathe, butterflies battering around your stomach like crazy.

"Nice," he grins and then you’re both diving in for a kiss, both of your hearts swelling with joy and amusement and the pleasurable insanity of being in love with your best friend.

So here’s to promises and threats and the kisses in between.

taglist: @samwrights​ 

[plethora-of-imagines]

The Custard Cream Game

AN: I wrote this in a ferally soft mental state after having mentioned that I was planing this on anon to @queerconfusionthings (the only reason I go on anon there is bc this is a side-blog, and I do not want to expose my horny self to some of my irl friends). Also, this is coming first cause I cannot be a brief horny writer (expect some of that at some point this week though, I have lots of inspiration!).

Word Count: 1330

Description: Thirteen really wants to kiss you and she has a great idea to make it happen.

The Doctor was going to die. She had such a massive crush on you. You were just so cute and loving and- and just perfect. And here she was needing to use a game to work up the nerve to get close to you without having to risk admitting her feelings. She didn’t want to risk you not feeling the same. But she yearned for any sliver of affection, any chance she had to be close to you. She just had to ask you. Nothing ventured, nothing gained and all that. It was a totally innocent game, you would suspect nothing of her feelings but she would still get to be close to you.

“I have a few questions for you. If that’s okay.”

A good start, got the ball rolling. May come off a bit too serious, but still a start!

“Its always okay for you to ask me questions. I know you worry a bit about still being socially awkward but I won’t get mad at you for asking me something. That not a guarantee that I will be willing to answer mind you.”

She loved you. So understanding of her quirks, never making her feel judged.

“Ask away, Doctor.”

She refocused, right. Don’t get distracted. Keep going.

“Have you ever heard of the pocky game?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of the pocky game Doctor.”

She could hear the amusement in your voice. Oh, right she had walked in on you and Yaz talking about all the typical games that human kids and teenagers would play at sleepovers and stuff. It was how she had even though of looking it up and asking you to play it. She had considered spin the bottle, 7 minutes in heaven, and truth or dare as well. But they were too risky. Too high a chance that you would get someone else. It would give the others a chance to tease her about her crush too, which would be embarrassing. Also, she might literally die if she was told to get handsy with you in a closet, especially when she would have to stop after just 7 minutes. She imagined she could spend hours exploring every part of you.

“Have you ever played it?”

She hoped that you hadn’t. She would combust inside with jealousy if she knew that someone had kissed you, or even gotten close. Not that she would let you see that. No, she would hide it deep inside of her, never to see the light of day while you were around.

 It was ridiculous. Of course, you had kissed someone before! You were you and she couldn’t imagine that others didn’t want you as she did. She didn’t have any right to be jealous of that person. Still, she was jealous of whoever got to share your first kiss. It must have been so precious.

“No.” She mentally relaxed at your statement. “I did always think it would be fun to try at some point. Just never had anyone to try it with.”

The Doctor occupied herself with swishing her coat by swinging her hands back and forth. She had the perfect opening. Just needed to take it.

“We could play it. I mean I read up on it and it seemed fun. Interesting. I never got to play games like that growing up. You know me, curious about everything.”

Oh, Rassilon. Stop rambling on about it, she’ll notice that its nervous rambling and then she’ll find a reason to say no!

“Do we even have any pocky?”

“No,” she deflated a bit at that realization. 

She had forgotten that she would need that to play. So caught up in trying to bring the topic up at a good time in a way that didn’t feel forced. She avoided looking at you by looking at the custard cream dispenser. Oh. Oh! That was a good idea. Custard creams were small, your lips would be soooo close. And the chances of them breaking before your lips touched, minimal, practically nonexistent. She really, really loved custard creams. She knew there was a reason that this regeneration liked them so much. Best biscuit ever.

“We have custard creams! I love custard creams. Let play with them! It should work just as well as pocky would.” 

Please let her buy this. Please, she needed this to work. It was a guaranteed kiss for her. Maybe even kisses- plural- if she played it right. She quickly started to gather as many as she could from the dispenser.

“Doctor, Doctor, wait!”

She froze. A collection of almost half a dozen already in her hand.

“I’m willing to try playing with a custard cream but you don’t need to grab them all at once,” you laughed. “One at a time will be much easier.”

Your laugh was amazing. The way your face would light up. It was as great as looking at the stars. She was an absolute mess if she was already comparing you to the stars.

“Right. Well then,” she trailed off. 

You had moved closer and the Doctor had realized what a disaster she was, once again. You were so close and now she didn’t know how to proceed. How did she start this?

“Alright. I’ll start.”

You took a custard cream out of her hand as you said this. She could feel the relief running through her veins that she didn’t have to try and start this. You placed the biscuit between your lips and bit down.

The Doctor just stared. Your lips were so nice. Very kissable. They looked far too good with a custard cream held between them. You weren’t even trying to seduce her but she was thoroughly seduced. It wasn’t fair. You should look silly, not alluring and adorable. She may have left you waiting too long in her fixation on your lips.

“Doctor,” you tried to say around the biscuit without taking it out of your mouth. 

Your mumbled attempt to talk was adorable.

“Let me strategize Y/N! I have to win this game after all.”

Not too bad a save. The Doctor took a bite on the other end of the biscuit. Your lips were so close to touching. She changed her mind this game was a terrible idea. It was torture! You bit again, barely moving. Your nose was smushed against her face and she could feel the heat of your blush.

 At least she wasn’t the only one affected. Her face was a bit heated as well. She had no idea if it was visible. Did this regeneration blush easily? She couldn’t remember.

The Doctor took her bite bringing your lips against hers. She felt sparks going through her. Your lips were so soft. This whole kiss was soft. You were soft. All too soon you pulled away.

The Doctor had lost. Technically. Really felt more like winning. She got to kiss you! It wasn’t much of a game though, over too quickly and whoever started was sure to win. Her face lit up. She knew how to get you to keep playing. She smiled at you as you both chewed the biscuit.

As soon as she was done she exclaimed,” Ha! See, strategy. I won.”

You took the bait.

“No, you didn’t! Your lips touched mine you lost!”

“Nope. I definitely won.”

“No way. I demand a rematch. I’ll prove I won,” you grabbed another custard cream to play with.

The look in your eyes was playful. You probably knew that she was messing with you so that you would keep playing. That wasn’t bad though, it might mean that you wanted to kiss her just as much as she did you.

“Oh, you’re on!”

She would keep this going on as long as possible. The more rematches the more kisses for her. All the kisses. As many as she could get you to play along for. Or even better until the TARDIS ran out of custard creams. Infinite supply, infinite kisses.

[meganshinsou-tm]

Shared Walls. (m)

↳ chapter one: the vent

❧ genre: pro-hero shouto, coworkers to lovers, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

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"Well fuck,” you hissed when all your groceries found their way to the floor. "Cheap fucking bags, why does this place hate me so much!"

It hadn’t been long since you moved to Japan from America, it was a big leap for a person such as yourself. You were somewhat introverted and didn't like to tread too far from what was familiar to you, so why were you now countries away?

Well - it was a shitty and scary situation you were in, having to completely uproot your life over a psycho ex-boyfriend. 

A few months before moving, you witnessed something you weren't supposed to at the hands of the man you spent the last 3 years with. Apparently in those three years this man didn't find the time to tell you he was part of one of Americas biggest villain groups. He used your love for him to make you feel guilty about it yourself, drilling it into your head that if you were to even think about going to the police he would take you with him 'dead or alive'.

You had completely cut off your family for this guy and now you were left with no one, no one to run to, no home to go to, just him. 

Little did he know, you had your own secrets, like a massive amount of money saved up in a bank from your father passing away and even though you were cut off from your family they couldn't do a thing about cutting off the money that was yours legally. Your ex had no idea about this and also didn't know you were secretly planning to escape from his clutches, far away to a place he'd never even think to find you. Far away to a place full of heroes that could possibly protect you. And you took that chance a week ago, able to slip out in the middle of the night while he was 'doing a job' and ran for your life, running towards a new life. 

So yeah, that how you ended up in Japan.

You were able to find a decent apartment located close to a police station, so you felt safe. Only being here for a few days you had yet to met any of the building tenants. Whoever lived next to you was either really quiet or wasn't home that often. It bummed you out to be honest. 

You had this vision of becoming close friends with whoever shared a wall with you at least, but you weren't going to take that step in knocking on their door and introducing yourself, that was way out of your comfort zone. If they came to you, that was another story!

After staring at the strangers door, you finally picked up all the groceries that fell from your bags and proceeded to enter your new home. 

"I really need to look for a job," you scolded yourself, emptying the bags onto the counter and putting the items up.

You couldn't live off of that saved up money for the rest of your life, it was time for you to grow up and put yourself out there. Like it or not, Japan was going to make an adult out of you! 

After changing into some more comfortable clothes you went back to the kitchen to grab the box of Pocky you bought but growled in frustration as you weren't able to locate them, "I know I bought some, didn't I?"

Shrugging your shoulders you opted for some chips and grabbed your laptop and sat on the couch.

For a few minutes you sat there and thought, trying to figure out what kind of job would suit you and your skills. Like anyone else you were good with computers, familiar with different business programs and could type well. 

A desk job. Simple and easy.

Typing in your job search multiple options appeared, apparently this place was popping with employment opportunities but one of the tabs caught your eye. 'Endeavor Hero Agency: Seeking Helper'.

"Hero agency huh? Sounds ... safe. I wonder if I need a quirk though."

You clicked on the link and read over the duties and requirements. The job seemed simple, normal clerical duties such a paper and computer work, scheduling appearances for the various heroes, getting them whatever they needed like running their costumes back and forth for repairs or replacements or getting them food, keeping the place clean, just pretty much a helping hand. And to top if off, having a quirk wasn't a requirement.

You smiled and for once had a glimmer of hope for this new country, so you submitted your resume and continued to look and apply for other jobs, crossing your fingers you'd get a call back from any of them. After a few more minutes of that and surfing the web you decided to take a bath. 

Closing your laptop, you stripped your clothes on the walk to the bathroom and talked to yourself, "Maybe I should get a dog since I can't seem to make friends!"

"Huh?"

As Shouto walked up the stairs to his apartment he spotted a box of Pocky on the corner of one of the steps. He picked it up and shrugged his shoulders, unlocked his door and walked into his home. The hero sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he dropped the treat onto his counter before proceeding towards his bathroom and stripped down as he turned on his tub. Looking in the mirror he could see a few new bruises he acquired from a villain that day.

"Sorry bastard, caught me off guard," he mumbled to himself and lowered down into the tub.

His head laid on the cold stone, eyes fluttering shut and body stretching out the length of the tub as much as it could, his knees poking out of the warm water.

Finally he sighed, tired muscles relaxing and soaking in the heat.

"Nobody does it better, makes me feel sad for the rest. Nobody does it half as good as you, baby, you're the best."

Shouto's eyes opened, neck craning to looked around the room for the soft voice that was singing and filling the air.

"I wasn't lookin' but somehow you found me, it tried to hide from your love light. But like heaven above me, the spy who loved me is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight."

The voice kept singing, it sounded so close but he couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. His two-toned eyes then looked up and saw a vent high on the wall behind the tub, garnering more interest, Shouto listened closer and could hear water moving as well.

The hero wondered why he heard water before realizing that the layouts of the apartments must be perfectly mirrored, meaning his and his neighbors bathrooms and bedrooms were right on the other side of the wall. Todoroki was aware someone finally moved into the apartment next to him but with his work schedule, he had yet to met the new tenant.

It wasn't like he was trying to avoid the person, he truly was just never home during the day unless he was off and the past week he had been working more hours than usual since his father was out of town, leaving him to take over the agency until his return. From the sound of the voice, obviously there was a girl on the other side of the wall taking a bath at the same time as him, it made him blush the tiniest bit but it passed quickly. He was more enamored by her voice that was escaping into his bathroom. It was so soft and sweet, making him curious as to what the girl looked like and who she was.

Most people would probably be annoyed with this situation but he wasn't, Todoroki actually enjoyed it and wouldn't be mad if it kept happening. Leaning back into the position he was in before, he closed his eyes again and smiled as the voice lulled him.

"The way that you hold me, whenever you hold me, there's some kind of magic inside you that keeps me from runnin' but just keep it comin'. How'd you learn to do the things you do?"

Morning came and with it a loud, obnoxious ringing.

"Why," you groaned from under your covers, hand searching the bed for the phone.

"Hello?" your groggy voice answered.

"Good morning, is this (Y/N L/N)," a stoic and monotone voice asked, the voice was extremely attractive and made your thoughts a little hazy.

You confirmed what they asked with little to no interest but immediately shot up into a seated position as they continued. 

"Oh uh – of course, yes! Yes sir I'm free today, what time? That sounds great, thank you very much, I'll see you then!"

You hung up the phone and starred at it, a smile plastered on your face. 

The Endeavor Agency had just contacted you and asked for an interview that day at one in the afternoon, making you beyond psyched. Head turning, you looked around your room and at the clock, it was only eleven. 

"I should probably see how far away this place is!" 

Pulling up the address and the maps app, your eyes widened and your body flew from the bed.

"Fuck me, this place is almost thirty minutes away, not counting the time it's gonna take me to catch a train in this godforsaken city and I'm not even dressed yet!"

Wasting no more time, you bolted from bed and ran to the bathroom to violently brush your teeth as you brushed your hair and put on the smallest amount of makeup. Meanwhile your mind raced, trying to figure out what to wear.

Searching through the few clothes you had, you finally found something and rushed to get dressed. After a few minutes you looked in the mirror and smiled, wearing a thin white long-sleeved button up blouse that showed a decent amount of cleavage tucked into a navy blue high-waisted skirt and some matching flats, the only jewelry you wore was a single necklace with a jeweled pendant.

Feeling a surge of confidence, you smiled wide at yourself and hummed.

"Man, I'm cute as fuck! This Todoroki dude is bound to hire me!"

[softyhyunjin]

21 questions ↬ han jisung

Description: Late night talks with him. 

❀ genre: boyfriend au, college au, angst?, fluff                      

❀ pairing: jisung x reader                                                                              

❀ word count: 5k

warnings?: alcohol, jisung being cute asf

a/n: @changbeanie  (｡•́︿•̀｡)

i.

“Y/N!”

Jisung dropped his navy duffle bag onto the moist concrete. As you stood in Chan’s driveway, he ran towards you, giving you a bear crushing hug when you least expected it. You blushed heavily when you noticed how everyone stopped whatever they were doing to look at the scene in front of them. Chan stopped loading everyone’s belongings into the trunk of his white Mercedes SUV. On the other hand, Jisung’s sudden outburst caused Changbin to trip on the medium sized cooler carrying supplies of perishable foods by the van. Changbin groaned in pain while Chan chuckled at Jisung’s whipped state. Then, Chan left the scene to check for anything he could’ve forgotten in his house.

Jisung pulled away with a soft smile and stared at you with the most smitten expression you’ve ever seen from him. When he realized how red your cheeks were, he brought his hand to the top of your head, ruffling your hair gently. “I’ve missed you.”

You tried to cool down from your flustered state and looked away. When Jisung noticed you avoiding eye contact, he reached for your hands. Giving them a small squeeze, he asked in a teasing voice, “I guess you didn’t miss me?”

“I literally saw you two days ago, but yes, I missed you too.”

“Good,” he said. He let go of your hand to pick up your things before heading to his stranded duffle bag. After stuffing them into Chan’s trunk, Changbin made him load the rest of the supplies. When Jisung started complaining, Changbin showed him the small bruise forming on his left kneecap and threatened to strangle Jisung in his sleep. You laughed but helped Jisung even though he told you to wait inside the car.

When you two were finished, another car pulled up from behind. Jisung accidentally slammed the trunk, earning a glare from Chan. The driver parked behind Chan’s SUV rolled down their window. Peeking his head outside, Woojin waved to everyone. “Are you guys ready?” Woojin asked.

“Heyyy Woojin! Yeah, we’re good,” you gave him an okay symbol.

In his car, you saw his girlfriend sitting on the passenger side. You brightly waved to her and she returned the gesture in a heartbeat. Woojin’s girlfriend is really sweet and funny, but the only problem was that you forgot her name. This was your second time seeing her, but you made a promise to ask Jisung about her during the car ride.

“Alright! Let’s go before LA traffic hits, guys,” Chan hopped in the car before anyone else did.

“Sit next to me,” he nudged your elbow.

“I was going to anyway.”

Jisung slipped into the back of the SUV first, waiting for you as you reached into the connected trunk for a fuzzy blanket. Before putting on his seatbelt, he shuffled in his seat to make himself comfortable. When he covered his hair with his mustard hood, you quickly tied the cords below his chin, leaving an opening wide enough for his nose to peek out. Jisung huffed, then positioned you into a small headlock, giving you a noogie.

You both laughed at each other’s playful gestures, stopping when the two boys sitting in front obnoxiously coughed. Chan briefly looked at everyone before asking, “We’re all good to go right? No one needs to use the restroom? Nobody left anything inside the house?”

Everyone shook their heads, and Chan held a thumbs up. He pulled out of the driveway, making sure to close the garage door when he entered the street.

“Whoa, I feel like my ears are going to pop,” he mumbled into your hair.

Jisung hugged you closer to him, instantly knocking out the second his head leaned onto yours. He treated you like a pillow, nuzzling closer from time to time. The car ride to Lake Arrowhead was taking longer than usual. Normally, it would take around two hours to get there, but an accident occurred halfway into the road trip. It caused traffic to stop for at least half an hour. You were finally out of the freeway, but it was time to drive through the mountains. As Chan drove further, the altitude increased, exerting pressure onto everyone’s ears.

You yawned to relieve your ears from the pressure and carefully reached for Jisung’s phone. It was great that your boyfriend had Spotify premium. That way, you could listen to music whenever there was no cellular reception. Also, you had unlimited skips. Jisung lazily removed the EarPod from his right ear, handing it to you. He must’ve woken from your constant skipping.

“Here, knock yourself out,” he said before dozing off again.

ii.

“It’s snowing!” Jisung exclaimed in awe.

Once you arrived at your destination, you sighed in relief and bolted out of the SUV. If you didn’t use the restroom in the next few minutes, your bladder was going to explode. When Chan unlocked the door, you slipped into the cabin before anyone else could, opening every door until you found a toilet. It was a bad idea to finish two water bottles during the car ride, and you regret it so much.

When you finished, you found Jisung waiting outside the bathroom. He told you to go outside and went in to do his business. You listened to him, stepping outside to admire your first snowfall. As you held out your hand to catch snowflakes, Jisung crept behind you, waiting for the perfect moment to scare you.

“Boo!”

Startled by his sudden appearance, you flinched, forming a fist with your hand. The snowflakes you caught melted from your crushing grip combined with the warmth of your hand. You wiped the moisture onto his pullover, laughing at the wet handprint forming on his chest.

“Serves you right,” you scoffed.

“Want to check out cabin real quick and go for a walk after?” Jisung suggested.

“Sure.”

While making your way through the cabin, you were both amazed. The cabin was actually ginormous, but you never noticed until now. Earlier, your mind was clouded with thoughts of finding the nearest bathroom. You followed him upstairs, finishing the cabin tour at the door at end of the hall.

Leaning against the door frame, Jisung pointed to the inside of the master bedroom, “I like this room.”

“Too bad you can’t sleep in there,” Changbin said as he walked by.

“Why not?” He called out to his best friend.

“Chan said it’s haunted!”

You shivered at the word ‘haunted’. Goodbye, you were going to sleep outside in the snow. Jisung was free to join you unless he wanted to use an Ouija board.

“That’s not going to stop me,” he puckered his lips.

“Well, it’s certainly stopping me,” you said.

Jisung cocked an eyebrow, “You know Chan is joking right?”

“I don’t know that.”

He puffed his chest out and cockily slapped it. Jisung’s nostrils flared and you laughed. “I’ll protect you, maybe.”

“Maybe.”

“Want to go for a walk now? I want to play with snow,” he asked.

“Yes.”

iii.

“I have a surprise.”

After a long day of grocery shopping and preparing tonight’s dinner, you were exhausted. You and Jisung were assigned to cook for today. Tomorrow would be Chan and Changbin’s turn, and Woojin and his girlfriend the day after.

You had just finished playing Cards Against Humanity downstairs. Changbin kept winning multiple rounds in a row, and everyone wanted to stop playing. Changbin and Chan stayed in the game room to play pool whereas Woojin and his girlfriend were watching a thriller they had rented from the nearby grocery store. Jisung wanted to spend some alone time with you, dragging you upstairs when the game was over.

He quietly closed the door and made his way towards you. While sitting against the wall, the sudden draft coming into the master bedroom made you shiver. Chan told everyone that the house was somewhat haunted, but you weren’t sure if he was joking. Earlier, he went on about how his shoes were messily placed at the bottom of the stairs but they suddenly appeared at the top, neatly placed together. When he asked if anyone was pranking him, nobody admitted to it.

Ugh.

���Won’t everyone notice that we’re gone?” You asked.

Jisung chortled, “No? Changbin and Chan are downstairs in a heated pool game, and Woojin and his girlfriend are watching a movie in the living room. I doubt they’ll notice we’re gone.”

You rolled your eyes but gave him a small smile. He carefully lowered himself onto the rug, holding the backpack like a baby carrier. Once he unzipped the back pocket, you peeked inside, gasping at the sight of green bottles.

“I can’t believe you snuck in soju.”

“What do you mean you can’t believe I ‘snuck in soju’?” He mocked dramatically, “We’re legal of age to drink.”

“In Korea.”

“Y/N, you’re forgetting about a large majority of the world too. You’re right, but we still can’t let this go to waste!”

Jisung reached into his backpack and handed you a bottle of soju. You shivered at the touch of cold glass, but would eventually warm up after drinking the contents inside the bottle. Honestly, you preferred flavored soju over any other alcohol. It just tasted better and looked way more aesthetically pleasing than aluminum cans. When you peeked over, you noticed how there were three more bottles waiting to be opened. “Here, you can open the first bottle,” he said.

Oh boy, this is going to be a long night.

You took a sip, enjoying the familiar taste before your tongue squirmed at the aftertaste. Jisung motioned you to open your mouth wide and you listened to him. Tearing the package with ease, he poked his finger into the bag to catch a potato ring. When he popped it into your mouth, you both laughed at your struggle to catch the chip.

You asked if there were any sweets and he said no. When a look of disappointment came across your face, Jisung had to prevent himself chuckling. He thought it was cute and wanted to give you a hug. Several moments later, he caved in and handed you your favorite: Pocky. It was green tea too.

“Let’s do something we haven’t done after we started dating each other,” Jisung suggested, swiping the soju bottle from your hand.

You stopped snacking on the delicious coated biscuit and looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes, leaning away in fear. “Don’t tell me you want to play ABCD? Losing to you is basically asking for a death wish.”

At times, you thought this game was really fun. Other times, not so much.

The ABCD game was a very popular game you played back in high school. This was a game of chance. To start off the game, there needs to be at least two players. If there was more, even better. What you needed to do was represent the letters, A, B, C, and D, with different hand gestures. Depending on which of the four letters the caller gestures, the other players must gesture anything but the letter being called out. The goal was to not match your hands with what the caller said. If you gestured A and the caller said C, you’d be fine. However, if your gesture matches what the caller predicts, this would give them the opportunity to them to slap your hands.

Your luck was shit whenever you played with Jisung. He was usually able to predict the gesture you had in mind, and it was totally unfair. It’s like he read your mind like an open book. But you know, he is your boyfriend for a reason.

“Come back,” he said, lazily reaching out his arms. You didn’t even have to do anything because Jisung playfully pulled you back. He made sure you were comfortable by leaning your body against his while he locked his arms around your waist. “You know, I really enjoyed playing that game, but only when you were part of it.”

Tilting your head away to look at him, you replied with a scowl on your face, “You only enjoyed it because you would always win and bully me. Getting slapped by you was the worst, but it’s not as bad as your wrist slaps or forehead flicks.”

“I was not a bully Y/N, stop exaggerating. I only played knowing that I could inflict pain on you and rub your hands to make you feel better.” Jisung’s chuckling sent vibrations against your back. “Other than making you feel better afterward, it gave me a pretty good excuse to hold your hands.”

Wow, unbelievable, you thought. You gave him a huge eye roll. He could only shrug at you while butterflies stirred inside your stomach. A small smile involuntarily made its way on your lips. “I see you trying to be smooth.”

Jisung cockily smirked, “I know I was smooth, and still am, baby.”

His sudden burst of confidence made you laugh. There were times where he got super cocky. Jisung took another swig of the peach soju, finishing the rest of the bottle in a matter of seconds. Then, he reached for another, asking you to open it again.

“Why did you only get peach flavored when you prefer strawberry flavored soju?” You drank a big gulp from the bottle, scrunching your nose at the aftertaste. After handing the bottle to Jisung, you tried flicking off the end of the soju cap but wasn’t successful.

“Because your favorite is peach.”

You softly smiled and placed your hands on top of his. When you tilted your head back to look at him, he cocked an eyebrow and leaned in. “What is something we haven’t done since we began dating each other?” You asked.

He hummed. “21 questions?”

You agreed and Jisung quickly excused himself to use the restroom. He said something about the alcohol kicking in and making his kidneys work. When he came back, you two didn’t return to your cuddling position but sat across from each other in crisscrossing position. Jisung shook his head and removed his gray zip up from his body. “It’s getting hot in here,” he fanned himself.

“I think it’s just you,” you laughed.

“I know you think I’m hot and all but I was talking about the temperature, missy,” he playfully teased.

You rolled your eyes at his teasing comment and told him to go first. Jisung held his palm out, waiting for you to entwine your fingers with his. You leaned in to touch the back of your hand on his cheek. His body temperature was rising, and his Asian glow was starting to show. He whined at your cold skin coming into contact with his and removed your hand from his face. With both hands, he gently massaged and blew into it before switching to the next hand.

“What’s the biggest pet peeve you have on me?” Your boyfriend cocked an eyebrow, making a ‘be honest’ face at you.

“You’re ridiculously messy sometimes. I hate it when you sleep over at my place and dump all of your belongings into a small pile in the corner of my room.”

Jisung chuckled, “I know.”

“Then don’t do it.” You frowned, taking the first sip of the newly opened bottle peach soju. Your insides felt warm and fuzzy as the effects of the alcohol spread from your stomach to your cheeks.

“You’ve been dealing with it for two years, I’m sure you can put up with it for another fifty.”

You were confused. “Fifty?”

“Please let me marry you,” he dipped his head while laughing. Jisung rubbed his forehead with his other hand and mumbled something about turning your room into a pig’s den.

It was your turn to laugh. “You’re drunk.”

“So? I love you though, and it’s your turn.”

“If Changbin was a girl, would you date him instead?”

“Yes,” Jisung responded before chugging more soju.

After unlocking fingers with him, you grabbed Jisung’s arm and shook his body repeatedly before pinching him. He mumbled ‘fuck’ when he spilled some soju onto his clothes and told you to get the box of tissues on the nightstand beside the bed. He let you do whatever you wanted and giggled nonstop. You were offended but it didn’t hold you back from breaking into small fits of laughter too. When you calmed down, Jisung wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You grinned and leaned in to hug him.

“Y/N, I mean… Of course, I would date Changbin if he was a girl, but he’s not,” Jisung shrugged.

“I get it, your turn,” you huffed. Jisung sensed your bitterness and pulled you closer to him to mumble an apology. When you shook your head and pretended to be mad, he whined and begged for your forgiveness.

“How many of my hoodies do you have?”

“Five.”

“I love it when others comment on how oversized they look on you and you tell them it belongs to your boyfriend,” Jisung leaned his head onto yours.

You lightly scoffed at his cockiness. “How do you know people comment on your hoodies?”

“Because they’re two times your size? Also, I know you wouldn’t lie. I just know you,” Jisung said, whispering the last part.

“How often do you ransack my fridge when I’m not home?”

“Is that even a valid question? Literally, all the time.” Jisung paused for a minute to think of what to ask next, “What do you like most about me?”

“I love how you’re a great storyteller and never seem to bore me. Maybe you exaggerate waaaaay too much sometimes, but you can get so dramatic, it’s funny.”

With a smug smile on his lips, Jisung had an uncontrollable feeling in his heart. Once he heard your words, he could feel his heart swelling. He pressed his lips against your forehead in a soft manner. Usually, Jisung wasn’t this affectionate, but this time he was. It wasn’t mainly due to alcohol. He just really wished he had more time to spend with you.

He sighed, “Can we lay on the bed? This wall is getting uncomfortable.”

You nodded, moved over to the master bed. As he laid in bed with his arm cushioning the back of your head like a pillow, he hated how the retreat and winter break was breezing by so fast. When it was over, it meant you and he would have to part ways again and wait for the next break to arrive.  

He just hated long distancing. Sometimes, his head swarmed with thoughts of you growing tired of him and finding someone else. Even though you were almost two hours away from him which wasn’t as bad as other couples, Jisung wished he had brought his car at least. You both hated how freshmen were not allowed to bring their cars due to the limited parking on campus. If he did, he would have to pay for a parking permit that was ridiculously expensive. You told him it wasn’t worth it, and he listened to you. Also, you’re both currently dorming as first years, so there’s really no reason to have a car when everything was so close.

“I think we’ve gone past twenty one questions, Y/N,” he mumbled into your hair.

“Do you want to stop asking?”

“No,” he tiredly let out. Then, Jisung pulled you closer, hugging you tighter to himself. “It’s your turn again.”

“Do you ever get tired of me?”

Jisung leaned away to take your cheeks between his palms. “Nooooooooooo! Why would you think that? I love you soooo much Y/NNNNN. Don’t you trust me?”

“You’re so drunk,” you said with squished cheeks.

He shook his head and leaned in laughing. It was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Jisung placed his forehead against yours and began to caress your cheek. You giggled at the soft, ticking motions from his thumb, and closed your eyes once you knew what was coming for you. First, he touched the tip of his nose with yours and waited for you to open your eyes. Then, Jisung playfully planted a kiss onto your lips. When he pulled away, you thought he was finished but he had other plans in mind. He pecked your lips a couple more times before finishing off with a long smooch.

“I really hate long distance,” he whispered dejectedly after pulling away.

You made a thin line with your lips and suddenly felt sad. When you looked at him, Jisung avoided your gaze because he knew he was going to break. He knew he could always tell you anything, but he usually kept it to himself unless you were with him. If he looked into your eyes, everything would spill out. You know your boyfriend has been bottling his feelings ever since school started.

The both of you weren’t use to the sudden change. From seeing each other almost every day in high school to having to see each other only during breaks or once every few weeks was especially hard for Jisung. There were moments at the beginning of the school year where he shut you out for a few days. When he realized you were affected by the long distance as well, he told himself to stop being selfish and inconsiderate. He came clean and apologized to you.

Jisung still remembers the night where he tried to video call, but you didn’t pick up until his third attempt. It was a Friday night. Once your roommate left to a party, that’s when you allowed yourself to cry. When you picked up his call, you were upset and didn’t even want to look at him.

Jisung’s eyes softened once he spotted you wiping your teary eyes and sniffling nonstop. You almost looked like Rudolph the rednosed reindeer.  When the small pile of tissues beside your mint colored Hydro Flask caught his attention, Jisung felt even worse.

You both cried that night, but it got better from there.

By making the effort to see each other and planning dates to come home, Jisung would always put in 100% in getting his work done. That way, he could spend the whole Saturday or the three day weekend with you without having to worry about schoolwork. Jisung hated like deadlines, quizzes, and homework. It was a pain to get through the week with a packed schedule, but he always looked forward to the end of the week. You were always so proud of him when he called to let you know he finished his work. It motivated you to do the same.

“Me too,” you agreed.

Knowing Jisung, you knew he was feeling insecure because he constantly tends to overthink all the time. Sometimes, you had to reassure him multiple times that you weren’t going to leave him or find someone else. It was difficult when he believed he was the one lacking in the relationship. He couldn’t be there when you were struggling or hold you when you were crying. It’s not his fault, and he knows it. He just couldn’t help but blame himself.

You loved this boy so much. School seemed to be depressing and boring without him by your side. There were times where he spoke to you about transferring to your school, but there was such a small chance that he’d be able to. It just wouldn’t be worth it in the end. Jisung would probably have to stay longer because some credits wouldn’t be able to transfer.

“You know I love you right?” You asked.

Jisung chose to keep his eyes on the ceiling and stared at the shitty skylight. He was trying to prevent himself from having any eye contact with you. When you leaned over to gently shift his chin towards you, he knew he wouldn’t be able to look away this time. His eyes watered and his bottom lip trembled. You felt your heart aching when he quickly brought his sleeve to wipe the teardrop that had just rolled down his cheek. He never cries unless it relates to you.

“Jisung, I want you to know that I love you very much. I know it’s been hard for you, and trust me, it’s been hard for me too,” you wiped another hot teardrop from his cheek, “But I need you to know that I’m not going to leave you. I won’t find anyone else. I won’t get tired of you either. Because I love you so much.”

“Maybe you won’t feel that way about me one day,” he said with a shaky voice.

Did Jisung really doubt you that much? You felt anxious and stressed because he didn’t trust you. Were your words never enough for him? You felt a prickling sensation in your eyes, and tears started to spill out. You didn’t bother to hide your ugly crying from him. “But I know I will, Jisung. I always will,” you leaned into his pullover and began to hiccup.

You began to sob which caused Jisung to cry harder. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you while you hugged his torso tighter than ever. You both listened to each other cry and were afraid of letting each other go. You didn’t want to lose him. Jisung didn’t want to lose you either.

You were both stupid.

Once he calmed himself down, Jisung began to rub small circles on your back. It was his way of apologizing between your sniffling and slight coughing. He knows you would never leave him, and he knows he was being an idiot. Instead of bottling it to himself, he should’ve talked to you when he was feeling insecure. His soothing patting comforted you, and you stopped crying. Exhausted from crying, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. Afraid of him leaving, you hugged him tighter when you thought he was pulling away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he hugged you back, “I believe it whenever you tell me you’re not going to leave me.”

You sniffled, “No you don’t.”

“Trust me, I do. I just let my insecurities get the best of me, and I’m sorry. I want you to know something though,” he whispered.

You finally pulled away to look at Jisung. His eyes were slightly red due to crying and he scrunched his nose as an attempt to prevent his nose from running. He brushed your hair out of your face and handed you a tissue to blow your nose. “I’m an idiot and-“

“Damn right you are,” you angrily slapped his chest, “Never do that again, Han Jisung.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he whined.

“What did you want to tell me then?”

“I’m an idiot. To think that you would ever leave me for someone else or grow tired of me is the dumbest thing that’s ever crossed my mind. I know I stress and upset you with my insecurities, but I want you to know that… From now on, I’ll become a better lover. I hope you know that I’m going to improve from this point on because I’m stronger than that. I’m so sorry, just please know that,” Jisung confessed.

“You don’t need to become better, Jisung. You’re fine just the way you are, but you should understand that it affects me as well.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t bottle your feelings. It’s not healthy, and I worry about you,” you sniffled.

“Again, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You wiped the last of your tears with your sleeve, “You better be.”

“Y/N?”

“Hmmm?”

“I just miss you.”

Both of you quietly stared at the skylight in silence. Now that his vision was no longer blurry from crying, Jisung could see a few twinkling dots. The sky was pitch black; it’s something you’d never be able to see back in Los Angeles.

“You know, there’s a door right there that leads to the patio?” He pointed to the corner of the room. You never realized there was even a door until now.

After telling Jisung you wanted to go outside, he gave you a tissue to blow your nose. Then, he blew his own to get rid of snot that built up from earlier. You got off the bed, following him as he slowly unlocked the door. Once he opened the door, the freezing temperature caused goosebumps to rise on your skin. Stepping foot onto the patio, you saw the sky and gasped in amazement.

Jisung stood behind you, breathing slowly to play with fog forming out of his mouth. When he looked at the sky, his eyebrows raised from shock. Although the sky was pitch black, there were countless stars cluttered together. From time to time, you listened to the wind causing trees to sway, rustling their leaves. Sometimes, even the howling of coyotes could be heard too. Everything seemed so calming and refreshing after a good cry.

When you turned around, Jisung instantly locked eyes with you. He’s sobered up by now. Reaching for your head, he gently squeezed your cheeks between his hand. It was another way of apologizing, and you smiled.

You grabbed his hand, removing it from your cheeks and led him back inside. After shutting the door, you tiptoed, pressing a kiss against his lips. Jisung immediately responded, kissing you back slowly. His hands held onto your waist while your hands cupped his cheeks. When he parted his lips, he flicked his tongue between your lips to part them open. Deepening the kiss, he hoisted you to wrap your legs around his waist.

When Jisung broke the kiss to get a breath of fresh air, he gave you a soft smile. You couldn’t help but smile back at your boyfriend because he was so cute that it made your heart melt. When you least expected it, he tossed you onto the bed and laughed loudly. Soon, he joined you in bed, hugging you closer to himself. Leaning forward, he kissed you first and positioned himself to straddle you in between his thighs. When Jisung slightly pulled away, he stared at you with so much adoration.

Then, he dipped his head, brushing away your strands of hair, “May I?”

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Underneath The Stars

bask in the glory that is this picture jfc 

| Afidgdwifgsajh I’m sorry this took so fucking long omg, tho ngl this does seem to be the best writing I’ve done so far uwu but despite how long this took, I hope that you still enjoy it |

| Commission for @first-blood-moon/ Picture above done by her also ; @menamiin-commi |

「  Part 1/2 」

「  Word count: 2143 」

「 Warnings: Mentions of sex 」

➽ As the evening sky glistened upon the new shiny car driving along the empty road, inside the driver struggled to focus on the road that was paved in front of him. His different colored orbs would frantically flicker back and forth to the brunette in the passenger seat next to him and the seemingly never ending asphalt in front of them. It was uneasy enough already, being in small area with his lover, and it didn’t help at all the brunette’s hand was moving slowly up the demon’s thigh.

Though when he turned to glance at the human he was on his phone as if nothing was happening, typical. Occasional teasing was very appreciated but he was driving for crying out loud, though it was clear Oliver didn’t care in the slightest. It seemed as though they could be out in public, a crowd even, and Oliver could touch Spencer in anyway, completely unashamed. Though of course, it’s not like the demon minded, in fact he loved the attention but in the right situation and under the appropriate circumstances of course.

Though the touching was very distracting, he was able to drive smoothly and safely. There destination wasn’t very far to begin with, about half an hour away. Still, it took a bit of convincing on his part to get his parents to approve of the drive. Him and Oliver had been dating for quite a while now, they were very close at this point. The amount of touching and kissing they did, one would think they had been dating for years and years though it’s only been two. Even so, Spencer was ready to move on now, finally. He had been thinking about this for a few months now, he was ready to take this to the next level.

He worried whether Oliver wanted to move on as well, but with all the sexual teasing and touching that goes on between them, the demon was fairly certain the brunette would be okay with it. Though of course if he isn't, then they would stop and do something else. Perhaps stargazing would be nice, the park they were going to would be perfect for that kind of thing, the field was very spacious. Evening was arriving, and it was quite cold, no humans would still be out at this time so it would be left for just them two.

The demon’s heart pounded just thinking about it, though, it didn’t help that the field had just now come into view and was now becoming closer and closer as the seconds went by. In all honesty, Spencer had no idea how he would initiate any of this, he secretly hoped that Oliver would advance onto him. Though he feared he might not, Oliver was quite unpredictable in situations such as these.

Pulling up into the parking lot, Spencer felt his face becoming hotter and he looked around to see that they indeed were the only ones there. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes briefly before turning the engine off. Though Oliver immediately exited to stretch, the demon remained quietly in the car. His hands making tight fists on his thighs, the material from his jeans compacted underneath his nails as he struggled to find the courage to join his lover outside.

‘He might reject me…’ he thought sadly, his top teeth sneaking past his lips to bite his bottom one harshly. He was probably overreacting, but it was hard to ignore his churning stomach. The way his eyebrow twitched as his heart thumped harshly against his ribcage, causing the demon to pant quietly. His thoughts jumbling around in his head, the possibilities of what could happen overwhelmed him immensely. The feeling of being closed in his own dark thoughts, it was surrounding him like a cloud. Like he could swallowed at any moment, and he would stuck forever.

A small knock at the window, Oliver stood outside, looking concerned as he peered into the car. A final breath left the demon as he exited the car slowly, his hair slightly disheveled. It stuck to his forehead with sweat… had it really been that bad to the point he sweated? In all honesty, he knew that there was no real reason to be nervous, he didn’t even know what he apprehensive about to begin with. Rejection? It was unlikely, he knew this, but still it hung over his head like a dark cloud.

Though his bitter thoughts were quickly swept aside with the gentle feeling of soft lips pressed against the cool skin of his forehead. Spencer gazed up and smiled warmly as Oliver pulled him into a tight embrace. His ecstatic heartbeat calming slowly as he melted underneath his lover’s gentle touch, his own arms snaking around the brunette’s waist. He held him closely, ensuring that he would not be able to leave until he was allowed it. No words were exchanged, though Spencer already felt so much better.

The feeling of Oliver’s arms around him, his light breathing upon Spencer’s neck made him feel safe, like nothing could ever happen to him. It was when he pulled slightly that Spencer began to panic again, though there mid sections still touched, Oliver’s head pulled back to look at the demon clearly. His eyes gentle and soft, his touch still warm on Spencer’s back as he parted his lips slightly and joined them slowly with Spencer’s cold ones. Closing his eyes quickly, Spencer basked in the kiss. It warmed him, the tingling feeling that ran down his spine had never ceased to occur since their very first kiss. It never failed to make his knees weak, though Oliver’s tight embrace ensured that Spencer wouldn’t fall.

It was a feeling Spencer knew all too well, and though it made him feel wobbly he loved it oh so much. If he could, he would stay like this for eternity, wrapped in his lover’s arms with the warm tingly feeling of his soft lips on his. He always wanted these moments to last longer, and he could tell, so did Oliver. Hands tangled themselves in the demon’s dark hair as Oliver deepened the kiss even more, he held Spencer’s head in place establishing that he was to stay here and not dare move in the slightest.

Normally in this situation, Oliver would be having Spencer chase after him. Teasing him, not granting him a kiss until he did what he was told to do… or something along those lines. Though it was fun at times, Spencer was no where near in the mood for anything like that. Suspecting this, Oliver proceeded to do what he knew his boyfriend loved.

Slow minutes passed by until the demon had completely calmed. Feeling his lover’s once clenched and tense muscles ease underneath his hands, Oliver pulled away slowly. The warmth of the kiss still lingering on his lips as he looked deeply into his lover’s eyes. His beautiful eyes were mesmerizing, though it was impossible to miss the deep concern that danced behind them. A quick pecks peppered along the brunettes cheek as Spencer spoke softly and sincerely.

“I’m fine… I’m excited to be here with you…” Which was true, spending time with Oliver is what made Spencer happy. The way his heart beat damn near out of his chest, how his breathing hitched every time Oliver got close, the hairs that would stand on end when he felt Oliver’s breath on his skin… normally speaking this would all sound horrible to experience and in some ways it was. It was painful, it was awkward, but it was caused by Oliver, caused by the love he felt for him. It was a good kind of , an oddly endearing kind of awkwardness it was a pleasurable kind of pain. Though it wasn’t something Spencer would say, at least while he was thinking straight, it was something he knew Oliver would never let him live down if he found out.

“You sure princess? I’m always here if you need to talk…” His voice gentle and sincere, setting the demons ears on fire as his face burned up as well. A hand was placed protectively on the small of Spencer's back, the burnette’s thumb rubbing soothingly on the demon’s spine. A content hum escaped his lips as he nodded, placing another kiss upon the brunettes cheek. Oliver may have a big tease, though in situations like these he knew exactly what to do in order to soothe his lover.

A few more minutes of silence passed by before finally the demon pulled away, his dark thoughts and doubt now gone, though only for now, he worried. A soft kissed was placed upon his forehead before Oliver sauntered behind the car to retrieve the picnic supplies they had packed. Today was planned to be the best day of their relationship, so far at least, though how it was going so far Spencer questioned if that was actually going to be the case. It was going to be… heart pumping to say the least, though he was really just concerned about Oliver having a good time. He wanted the brunette to enjoy himself, not spend the entire time worrying about him. Spencer would be damned if they didn’t have a good time just because of his insecurities.

Shoving aside his thoughts to the back of his head he began helping his lover unload the supplies. They didn’t pack much just minimal sandwiches and pocky plus the biggest blanket they could find. It was often used when they spent the night together, it’s big enough to cover both of them though they prefered to use each other for warmth instead of the thin fabric. No amount of blankets could make Spencer heat up the way Oliver’s arms could, it was a feeling of safety and love, something no blanket or person could ever replicate.

Placing a small kiss upon Oliver’s cheek, Spencer began making his way into the great big field looking for a spot to set up their picnic. Though as soon as he turned his body away from the brunette, he felt a hand sneak it’s way into the back pocket of his skinny jeans. A jolt ran through the demon’s body though soon after, he found that his own hand was snaking it’s inside the brunette's back pocket as well.

The field was empty, completely void of any humans or any creature for that matter. All Spencer could imagine was running carelessly through the field, feeling the cool breeze across his face as he twirled and spun to his heart’s content. Perhaps attempting to paint the horizon might be amusing. He did find oil paintings quite interesting but he never really was one to be good at art, even as a child in school when you were taught to draw simple shapes and figures.

Striding a bit further into the empty field, Spencer set down the blanket at last, finally settling on a nice patch of bright green grass. Slowly he lowered himself, a groan of relaxation escaping past his lips as his bottom met the ground gently. Though he only had a mere moment of peaceful breathing before his lap was crushed by the weight of Oliver's body. He didn’t mind being sat on, though if he had warning beforehand that would be nice.

Without even so much as giving Spencer a second to gather himself Oliver captured his lips in a hungry kiss. He was selfish sometimes, not that Spencer minded, it was quite cute when he would ask or beg Spencer for attention. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was absolutely adorable. To a point where Spencer wanted to tease and ignore him on purpose just to hear his whine, though it always backfired.

He decided now wasn’t the time to do that, he couldn’t bear the thought of him risking the chance to sabotage his plans for tonight. Everything needed to be perfect, his attitude needed to be perfect. Anything Oliver wanted to do, they would do… to an extent.

Kissing back with the same passion, Spencer’s hands lowered and rested themselves on Oliver’s hips. The warmth Oliver provided, the feeling of safety and love he gave off whenever Spencer was near was far too irresistible. So much so that it sometimes pained him to be apart, but that was a separate issue.

Melting underneath Spencer’s touch, Oliver leaned forward pushing Spencer gently onto his back. He was always the one out of the two to, without a doubt, clearly make obvious what it is he wants. Especially when it came to what he wanted from Spencer which is something that the demon appreciated very much. It’s very easy to make decisions. Perhaps then, he’ll know if tonight was the night they’d go all way.