#I don’t mind like. doing requests /for/ the rebound au but I’m really not the person to answer questions abt it 🥸

[puppyeared]

So how did you come up with the rebound AU? What was your inspiration?

I’m rlly flattered but the re-bound!au was actually made by my pal @chipper-smol ^^ you can send questions their way

[sukirichi]

suki’s restaurant is now CLOSED! please read updates after the “keep reading” tab!

thank you for the milestone! it’s really such a huge gift to me since i just started posting jjk content here ten days ago (◕ᴗ◕✿) as a small token of appreciation, all requests are now open and there’s a variety of ingredients you can choose from!

masterlist !

meal guides:

🥞 breakfast - fics longer than 1k word counts

🍙 lunch (headcanons)

🍷 wine (nsfw content)

🍰 snack (timestamps, imagines & drabbles)

🍌 thirsts (ramble with me about our smexy thoughts!) for the brainrots

PLEASE READ:

— this event is officially closed. my asks are only open for the previous anons who i’ve asked to do a redo for any mistakes/restrictions in their previous orders.

— new requests will no longer be accepted. or maybe it will because i’m easily swayed with great ideas but it will no longer be part of the milestone event.

— my writing schedule is only during wednesdays, fridays, and the weekends. some works will be written in advance and scheduled to post daily (if possible.)

— please be patient! as you can see, i’ve got a lot of requests, and i really want your meals to be as pleasing and delicious as possible, so please please be patient. i’m training for med school and i’ve got other responsibilities too. if you want to decline a request if you can’t wait for it, that’s fine. 

— i’m human so...my mind can change any minute, and i could no longer be interested in a certain idea. if that happens, i’ll reply to your ask that i won’t be serving your meal anymore even if it’s here on the list below. it sounds kind of rude, but i wouldn’t want to write something i’m not interested in for the sake of pleasing others, because if i write something i don’t enjoy/am not that interested in anymore, then the meal won’t turn out as good had i been passionate for it. it’s going to be done out of forced productivity and the food might taste bad :<

— the last batch of accepted meals will be marked as ✿

— favorites will be marked as ★. because they’re the ideas i find most interesting and the ones i adore the most, they will take longer to be completed. i really want to give my ultimate best on that and just UNLEASH everything i have in me.

how to order!

✦ choose from the ingredients below

✦ choose your own sugar and spice!

✦ choose from the meal guides above! please specify if you want your request to be

✦ send in your request by dropping it on my ask box!

✦ be as descriptive as you want in your request, i want to make a good meal for you!

✦ example of how to order: 

— breakfast: ingredient 9 + sugar 1 for gojo 

— alternative: 9+1+1+song (optional) + dialogue of choice (optional)

— alternative:  breakfast with wine: ingredient 9 + sugar 1 + spice 1 for gojo

— optional: ingredient 9 + sugar 1 + spice 1 for toji + cookie “starboy by the weeknd” and “you wanna fuck me so bad”

ingredients : au (max of 2 picks!)

CROSSED OUT OPTIONS MEANS IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

✦ sugar daddy au

✦ arranged marriage au

✦ accidental pregnancy au

✦ high school au

✦ university au

✦ med! student au / doctor! au

✦ lawyer au

✦ detective au

✦ ceo au

✦ sugar mommy au

✦ neighbours au

✦ bed sharing au

✦ roommates au

✦ co-workers au

✦ body swap au

✦ soulmate au

✦ fake dating au 

✦ marriage for convenience au 

✦ bodyguard au

✦ assassin au

✦ married au 

✦ love triangle au

✦ mutual pining au

✦ unrequited love au

✦ meet drunk au

✦ meet cute au

✦ siblings’ friend au

✦ friend’s sibling au

✦ established relationship au

✦ breakup au

✦ barista au / coffee shop au

✦ teacher x student au

✦ royalty au

✦ rentboy au 

✦ camboy/camgirl au

✦ ex au

✦ mistaken identity

✦ fuck buddies au

✦ bartender au

✦ tattoo artist au

✦ apocalypse au

✦ playboy au

✦ stoner au

✦ love at first sight au

✦ hate sex au

✦ sleepover au

✦ worthy opponent au

✦ age gap au

✦ loss of virginity au

✦ gangster au

✦ mafia au

✦ bet au

✦ rebound au

✦ drunk hookup au 

✦ bad boy good girl au

✦ amnesia au

✦ reincarnation au

✦ one of them is famous 

✦ one of them doesn’t know the other exists

✦ one of them is oblivious 

✦ one of them is taken already 

✦ polar opposites au

✦ met at the subway au

✦ library au

✦ football player au

✦ canon au (jjk canon)

✦ send me your own au!

sugar: tropes (max of 2 picks!)

CROSSED OUT OPTIONS MEANS IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

✦ best friends to lovers

✦ enemies to lovers

✦ lovers to enemies

✦ strangers to lovers

✦ mutual pining 

✦ unrequited love

✦ forbidden relationship

✦ partners in crime

✦ slow burn

✦ send me your own trope!

spice: (for nsfw requests) (max of 3 picks!)

CROSSED OUT OPTIONS MEANS IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

— here are the kinks/sexual content i’m comfortable writing about. there’s still a lot of kinks idk about so if it’s not here, please feel free to include the spice in the ask!

✦ breeding kink

✦ size kink

✦ stockholm syndrome

✦ age play

✦ agoraphilia (public place kink)

✦ somnophilia (consensual sex where the other is asleep)

✦ breath play

✦ dumbification

✦ cum play

✦ begging kink

✦ praising kink

✦ thigh riding

✦ collaring

✦ face sitting

✦ 34+35

✦ dacryphilia

✦ disciplining

✦ dirty talking

✦ exhibitionism

✦ role playing

✦ gagging

✦ watersports

✦ send me your own kink!

cherry on top : characters

CROSSED OUT OPTIONS MEANS IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, noritoshi kamo, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento, okkotsu yuta

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge

— characters i want to write for but don’t think i can write well (nsfw & sfw)

: suguru geto, naoya zenin

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro toji, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin

additional cookie!

✦ send me a song as a story inspo!

✦ send me your dialogue! (ex. “shut up and kiss me.”)

restaraunt rules : please read!

— i do not write about yandere, stalker, pregnant! reader (unless it’s still until the early age where the belly is still small), non-con, and heavily canon requests 

— nsfw content i won’t write about: period sex, blood play, temperature play, pegging, male characters dressing up as female, monster fucking (sorry, sukuna won’t be getting four arms if you want nsfw for him), bestiality, incest, hypnosis (non-con related)

— not exactly a restriction, but please keep in mind that y/n is still a character for me as the writer. i may or may not add in features that even though isn’t explicit, could be something not suitable for everyone. phrases like, “he peered down at her” sounds neutral enough, but could still be implied that the reader is shorter than the anime character. it’s difficult to write a 100% neutral fic that won’t imply appearance one way or another. if i’ve written anything offensive/upsetting, feel free to tell me about it. i’ll do my best to keep it neutral.

— the reader will always be female bodied in nsfw content

— please be patient! i want to write fics the requester enjoys so i’m going to take my time in preparing your meal!

— i may or may not cook your meal 100% according to your request. depending on my comfort upon the idea, i may have to tweak a detail or two.

— i can refuse your request if i don’t want to write about it for personal or other reasons. i’ll let you know beforehand.

— wine will take longer to be served!

— i will announce if a trope/au/character is no longer open for requests. i feel like some ingredients will be quite common amongst requesters and i don’t want to write for the same thing over and over again. same goes in the manner that if you have a similar request to another, it’ll be fused into one idea/meal.

— if your request contains offensive/uncomfortable content, i won’t even respond back to you. i’ll immediately delete your ask.

— if you still don’t get or are confused by the guides, send me an ask! i’ll happily guide you!

— this event is now closed. i will temporarily be closing my ask box so i don’t get flooded. i’ll open it again tonight for anyone who has questions or just want to drop a message!

hmm...i’m still not sure how to order for my meal.

✧ what if the story/scenario i want isn’t included in the choices above?

— as i’ve stated, please feel free to request whatever you want! the choices are there to give people an idea what they’d like to see, but if it’s not there, you can still request for it as stated in the “send me an au/trope/kink you want!”

✧ what if i don’t have any ingredient, spice, or sugar i want but a song inspo anyway?

— that’s also fine, but it would be preferred if you’re descriptive so your meal could be delivered better and faster. in this case though, i’ll just have to get creative!

✧ what if i want more than one character in the request?

— having others included in the request is fine, but as much as possible, i can only write a maximum of two main characters (the reader excluded)

✧ what if i want to request for the ones you want to write for but you don’t think you can pull it off well?

— just a heads up! i would love to write for them, but because i’m not entirely caught up in the manga, the characters mentioned above aren’t ones i know very well yet. 

✧ not exactly regarding the meal, but i’ve sent you requests from last week. would you still be writing them?

— i’ve received several requests when my bio states that requests are closed. however, because the ideas are actually really precious and i know i’d have fun writing them, i’d still write about them. i just cannot guarantee you’ll receive your meal soon since my requests were closed when you sent them. 

UPDATES:

Day One: breeding kink, size kink, thigh riding, married au, best friends to lovers is NO LONGER AVAILABLE.

Day Two: established relationship au, mutual pining, dumbification, and gojo satoru is NO LONGER AVAILABLE. to the asks that were received before this update, you may check on the requests accepted whether you made it to the cut or not. i’ll update this later. the restaurant will also reach out to you if one of your requested ingredients/spice/sugar/cherry on top did not make the cut. my asks are still open, so please tweak your requests a little bit to what is available! 

Day Two Update 2: Restaurant is CLOSED! spice 6 (somnophilia) is also no longer available! Check the requests accepted to see if you’ve made the cut, the latest and last accepted requests will be marked as ✿! 

requests accepted:

✦ fushiguro megumi

megumi really likes reader and gojo, yuuji, nobara helps him confess

shy megumi who is really flustered and shy around his crush  meals fused into one. read here: not shy

★🥞🍷 40 (tattoo artist au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 2,12,13 (size kink, praise kink, thigh riding) + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy read here: work of art

(★🥞🍷 5 (university au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 12, 3 (praise kink, stockholm syndrome) + virgin megumi) i’ve been outlining this for days but idk...i just can’t seem to form something out of it. i still have it saved but idk if i can still finish, i’ll try my best though.   it’s just challenging to write, sorry :( MEAL UNAVAILABLE

🥞 + 33 (royalty au) + 1 (best friends to lovers)

🍷 + 27 (siblings’ friend au) + 1, 11, 19 (breeding kink, dumbification, dirty talking) + feral megumi (feral megumi supremacy) read here: unstoppable

🥞 + 3, 38 (accidental pregnancy, fuck buddies au) + childhood friends to lovers + baby moments with father! megumi MEAL ORDER 9 & 7 FUSED read here: happy little accidents

★ vampire au + 55 (reincarnation au) + 6 (somnophilia) + vampire markings + blood drinking + nursing megumi...or him nursing you? hmm? (STRUGGLE PAANIK) read here: scarlet

✿ 🍰🍷 23, 38 (mutual pining au, fuck buddies au) might fuse it with request 7  MEAL ORDER 9 & 7 FUSED read here: happy little accidents

✦ nanami kento

jealous nanami with oblivious reader + gojo annoying nanami making nanami confess read here: a little push

comfort & angst fic where reader dates gojo but gojo cheats so she breaks down, leaves him, and nanami comforts reader  it’s too difficult for me to write sorry :(

★🥞 + 33 (royalty au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) read here: violet

🥞🍷 + 21 (married au) +  4 (strangers to lovers) + 2, 12 (size kink, praising kink) MEAL U

🥞🍷 + 23 (mutual pining au) + 1 (best friends to lovers) + 1 (breeding kink) read here: like crashing waves

ingredient 6 (med! student au / doctor! au)  + sugar 7 (forbidden relationship) + spices 12 (praising kink) + dacryphilia read here: overtime

✦ noritoshi kamo

fem!dom reader where nori defends his wife from the elders so she gives him the best night + blowjobs + overstimulation + sub! househusband nori + tit sucking spspss (MEAL UNAVAILABLE)

🍷 + 18 (marriage for convenience au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 18 (disciplining)

🥞 + 21 (married au) + 1,13 (breeding kink, thigh riding) meals fused into one, breeding kink is no longer included | read here: i know

🥞🍷 + 20, 58 (assassin! reader, oblivious! noritoshi) + 13 (thigh riding) + love at first sight + “wait, are you flirting with me?” + “have been since the beginning, thanks for finally noticing.” (BIG BRAIN ENERGY) read here: illusion

✦ gojo satoru

serotonin boost for that lovely anon gojo simp 9487 (i’m going to make this special for you because i love you anon) i was thinking maybe gojo comforts his uni!student s/o? just fluff and some cutesy tootsy to relieve your stress! MEAL FUSED WITH SEVEN

Tokyo by Leat’eq + ice cream shop! au with limited cat themed ice cream, you need to wear cat ears to go order + “nyaa!” read here

🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) read here: divine

🥞🍷  + 29 (established relationship au) + 5 (mutual pining) no longer included + 6 (somnophilia) + fused with other request that isn’t listed here read here: sweet angel

✿ 🥞🍷 + 29 (established relationship au) + 12,15 (praising kink, face sitting) + reader runs into awful ex and gets worshipped by gojo like they deserve (queen tingz) + gojo comfort read here: breathless

(✿ 🥞🍷 + 12 (bed sharing au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 19 (dirty talk) + magdalena bay : killshot + jujutsu tech goes on a trip, gojo and reader ends up sharing rooms and a twin bed)  i’ve been outlining this for days but idk...i just can’t seem to form something out of it. i still have it saved but idk if i can still finish, i’ll try my best though.   it’s just challenging to write, sorry :( MEAL UNAVAILABLE

★✿ 50,1 (mafia au, sugar daddy au) + spice 8,12 (dumbification, praising kink) wow butterfly anon POPPED OFF | read here: earned it

✿ 33 (royal au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 11 (praising kink) read here: fall from grace

✦ choso my MAN

Tokyo by Leat’eq + ice cream shop! au with limited cat themed ice cream, you need to wear cat ears to go order + “nyaa!” + flustered choso + “onii-chan” read here

★🥞 + 17, 34 (fake dating, rentboy au) + 2 (enemies to lovers) + optional wine read here: easy

soulmate au + forbidden relationship MEAL UNAVAILABLE

✦ inumaki toge

🥞 + 15 (body swap au) + 1 (best friends to lovers) read here: total opposites

🥞 + 10 (sugar mommy au) + 4 (strangers to lovers) BIG BRAIN ENERGY THIS ONE (STRUGGLE PAANIK)  it’s too difficult for me to write sorry :(

★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki...debating whether i should turn into wine HMMM read here: delicate

✦ naoya zenin 🙄

naoya putting reader back in their place, LONG SCHLONG CLUB read here: acquainted

✿ deity au + virgin sacrifice for naoya + reader with worship kink (DAMN THIS ONE GOT ME TINGLING, its going to be consensual tho, we all have consent kink in this house) read here: true gift

✦ okkotsu yuta 

🍷 + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8,10 (dumbification) read here: good for you

★🥞🍷 + 65 (both are oblivious) + 5,9 (mutual pining, slow burn) + 6,9,16 (somnophilia, cum play, 34+35) MEAL UNAVAILABLE

✿ 🥞🍷 58, 65 (one of them is oblivious, hanahaki disease on reader) + 5,9 (mutual pining, slow burn) + 12 (praising kink + cockwarming) + clumsy first time sex MEAL UNAVAILABLE

✦ itadori yuuji 

🥞 + 21 (married au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) (STRUGGLE PAANIK) it’s too difficult for me to write sorry :( MEAL UNAVAILABLE

✦ toji fushiguro

★✿ toxic toji YES + enemies to greater enemies + toji railing reader in front of someone they’re seeing because he doesn’t want to see you happy but he doesn’t want to “keep” you either (LOL this is so toji, might tweak a little bit) read here: personal disaster

age gap au + size kink, somnophilia read here: shhh

✦ ryoumen sukuna

🥞 + 2 (arranged marriage) + 2 (enemies to lovers) read here: black magic

55 (reincarnation au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) no longer included + unrequited love + home from war inspired read here: home from war: the ending

✿ 🍷 + 38 + master x servant + degrading, edging, begging (oooh degrading aint my kink but let’s see let’s see) MEAL UNAVAILABLE

[horansqueen]

New Angel - Chapter 5

story masterlist [x]

chapter 1  ☆ chapter 2  ☆ chapter 3  ☆ chapter 4

NOTES

☆ written from Niall’s pov ☆ i don’t proofread, I never do, I hate it. ☆ AU comedy/fluff/smut/romance ☆ 2.5k ☆ i accept requests and ideas for this story, so message me in my inbox! ☆ if you want to be notified when this story is updated (or be taken off the update list) CLICK HERE

☆ you probably noticed that my chapters are shorter, which makes it tough because I feel like I can’t write everything I want to write in one chapter. so ill probably update this soon with the next chapter that will just be the continuity of this one.

NIALL

It took a few days before I received a text message from Summer who was inviting me to the movies. It was not really original but I was happy I'd get to spend some of my time with her. Millie had convinced me to go back to work and I had to admit that keeping my head busy was a nice way to get a break from my heartache. I preferred Summer to keep my mind off Grace but I would use every way possible to get over my heartbreak as soon as possible.

"You're not eating diner with us?" Louis asked, making me look up after playing with my keys.

"Nope!"

"Ah, you're gonna get laid." he just pointed out with a nod, making Millie chuckle near him.

I glanced at her and sent her a small smile before looking back at Louis and sending him a smirk. I wanted to joke and ask him if he was jealous but it would be useless since I knew he pretty much had sex whenever he wanted to. Instead, I just shrugged with an amused smile and raised my eyebrows.

"Hopefully."

"D'you need condoms?" he added to tease me.

"Naa, thanks, we're clearly not the same size."

Louis raised his hand up, showing me his middle finger and I started laughing, taking a few steps back, doing the same to him, my middle finger up in the air. I smiled more when my eyes met Millie's and I shook my head slightly.

"Not you Mills, you know I love you!"

She jokingly blew a kiss at me and I pretended to catch it and push it in my pocket, making her laugh. The only good thing beside Summer that came with the fact that Grace broke my heart was that I was getting close to my friends. I was always quite close to Louis, but this whole thing made me realized that we didn't talk much anymore, and we didn't hang out much either. Now that I was single (or something?), I got to spend time with him and I had missed him. Millie was also a good addition to my life. She was still slightly annoying but the more time i spent with her, the more I liked the side of her that made her say things the way they were. Her bluntness was refreshing. I felt like most of the time, everyone around me tried to be sorry for me, or would tell me what I want to hear. She was not rude, she just told me when I was going too far, or shook me when I needed to be, and I realized that true friendship was not pretending the people around you were perfect, it was helping them move on, grow up, and be a better person. Millie was doing just that with me.

"I guess you're also not going to be there tonight, or when we wake up." Louis added as I shrugged again.

"Hopefully." I repeated, making both my friends smile more.

"Have fun!"

---

The movie was boring but I spent the whole time glancing at Summer who seemed to be focus on the screen. I wanted to wrap my arm around her but I was scared of the message it would send so I decided not to. I also didn't dare kissing her for the same reason, and I took a mental note to ask her about the kind of relationship she was looking for on the same night. I just wanted to make things clear and get rid of that restraint inside me that made me think twice about everything I wanted to do or say.

Near the end, I stared at her as she reached very slowly for the popcorn, groping around to find it, and it made me smile. There was no doubt in my mind that I liked Summer and that I wanted to get to know her, I was just scared she was going to be some sort of rebound and I felt extremely guilty about it.

I don't know how the movie ended but when we walked out of the theater, she sent me a big smile and my heart twisted in my chest.

"So, did you guess that they would end up together?" she asked, making my lips part.

"Uh, no."

"Me neither." Summer admitted, raising her nose up slightly. "I'm not good at guessing these kind of things."

I pushed one of my hands in my pockets and chuckled, feeling slight embarrassed. I brought my free hand to scratch the back of my head and I glanced at her. "The truth is, I didn't really watch the movie. I was focused on you."

Her eyes got bigger with surprise and finally, her lips curled slightly to the left. I liked the way she was looking at me and I also liked how oblivious she was. She didn't see the way I looked at her, and she didn't seem to realize how pretty she was. Somehow, it made her prettier. Perhaps it was only because I was used to date confident girls who knew their worth and it was not a better or worst thing, it was just different.

"You really know how to sweet talk women." she pointed out before letting out a short laughter. "But I like it."

"Seriously. I mean it."

"Okay." she nodded, licking her lip before her eyes got smaller. I felt like she was studying me and I liked it. "Then how about you come over to grab a bite? That way you can spend some more time watching me?"

I let out a louder laugh than intended and finally nodded too. "That's a great idea!"

I drove us to her place when when we walked in, I let my eyes roam around. The apartment was small an decorated with pastel colors. It was clearly not the colors I would have picked but it was clean and welcoming, and it fitted well with Summer's bubbly personality.

"Okay, let's see what leftovers we have..." she said in a soft tone, opening the fridge and bending down to look inside.

I suddenly wondered if she did that on purpose but I just shook my head and closed my eyes for a few seconds. From what I knew of Summer, it was not the kind of things she did, but it reminded me that it was exactly the kind of things Grace would do, and I liked it.

"Pasta good for you?"

I opened my eyes when I heard her voice again and blinked a few times before nodding. "Yea, yea it's perfect."

She handed me a beer before putting the food in the microwave and started it. I took a sip of my drink as she turned around and leaned her butt against the counter. She sent me a small smile but I couldn't help and let my eyes move down on her. The necklace she was wearing was falling gracefully between her breasts until her navel but unlike the dress she was wearing at the club, her outfit on that day was pretty simple: a black pair of jeans and a pink shirt that molded her upper body perfectly. I was pretty sure she looked good no matter what she was wearing and it made me smile. She tilted her head slightly, playing with her hair falling down from her high pony tail down to the middle of her back and licked her lips.

"If you want I can tell you what happened in the movie while you stare at me like that."

I looked up and our eyes met again but when I saw her smile, I mirrored it and walked closer. "I'd rather know more about you."

Her amused smile faltered slowly, changing into a loving one, and she tilted her head just as the microwave beeped. She chuckled a bit and turned around, making a bowl for me and one for her, and we sat down at her table, facing each other.

"Okay, tell me what you want to know." she just proposed before taking a bite.

"Okay... age, last name, siblings?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and making her laugh as she chewed.

"You're right, we don't know that much about each other." she admitted with a nod. "We talked at the club but we quickly ended up in your apartment."

I smiled more. "I know you study in fashion and that you used to live with a few friends but that you recently moved here by yourself. I also know that you've only been in two serious relationships, one of them when you were still a teen, and that you've been single for two years. But I have no idea how old you are."

"Glad to know you can stare at me and listen to what I say at the same time!" she joked.

"I'm a multitask guy." I shrugged with a chuckle, making her laugh too.

"I'm 23." she admitted. "I have two older sisters, and my last name is Carpenter."

"Good to know. And apparently, you like romantic movies."

"Don't we all?" she asked with a shrug but chuckling when she saw me raising my eyebrows. "I mean, most of us want to find real love and live happily ever after, right?"

My smile faltered as Grace invaded my head again. I felt a wave of sadness invade me but when I looked up at Summer, I realized she hadn't noticed anything.

"Yeah, I guess it's human nature."

I tried to push my ex girlfriend out of my mind and we kept talking about each other for a while and when she got up to bring her dishes to the dishwasher, I followed her and helped her. She turned my way and looked up in my eyes as I felt my heart jump in my chest at the proximity of our bodies. She smelled exactly the same as she did wat the club. It was that perfume that lasted for 3 days on one of my pillows but I couldn't tell what exactly it smelled like. She started nibbling on her bottom lip while staring at me and I couldn't take my eyes off of her either.

"I want you to know that I normally don't do that."

"Don't do what?" I asked very low.

"Sleep on the first night." she confessed in a whisper. "But you're special, I don't know."

"Is that a good thing?"

Her lips curled and she chuckled, nodding slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Mhm, yes."

I was not expecting it but she got on her tiptoes and kissed me gently but firmly. Her lips moved against mine and I tasted her lip-gloss when my tongue ran on bottom lip. It was sticky and it smelled like strawberry, telling me that it was probably her favorite.

"Summer," I murmured between two kisses. "We need to talk."

"I know, but we can do it after."

Her arms wrapped around my neck and I kissed her deeper, pulling her closer. I don't know how we ended up in her room but I knew I went a bit too roughly when I pushed her against the door and she stopped me.

"How about we go on my bed?"

I nodded quickly and grabbed her hand, pulling her gently but quickly with me. I layed on top of her, grinding down against her as she whimpered in my mouth, and I couldn't help but tell myself that it felt even better than the first time. Her shirt and her pants ended on the carpet and I let my lips run down her neck, sliding between her breasts and on her stomach until I reached for her panties. I wanted to taste her, and I could tell how aroused she was just from the way she smelled, but when I pulled her panties down with two of my fingers on the sides, she tensed.

"Niall, please, not today, okay?"

My heart skipped a beat, hoping I didn't ruin the moment, and I moved back up to press my lips on hers. "Okay, anything you want."

"I'll remember that." she joked with a chuckle, making me smile against her mouth.

She grabbed my shirt and moved it over my head before her hands ran in my hair and down my naked back, making me feel the same burning sensation I had felt the first time and when I finally lied down on top of her naked, I realized how similar everything was.

"Summer, baby, you want to ride me?" I asked in a murmur, moving away slightly to look in her eyes.

Her lips parted and she held her breath but after a few seconds, she nodded and licked her lips. I lied down next to her but quickly sat back up, searching for my pants on the floor and grabbing the condom I had brought with me. I could feel guilty for even bringing it as if I expected to have sex with her but my mom always said 'better safe than sorry' and I would have hated myself if I hadn't brought one and didn't have the chance to do that again with her. I lied down on my back and when she straddled me, the sight made my dick twitch and my heart jump. She was hot and watching her move on top of me was definitely going to bring me to an orgasm fast.

I ran my hands on her thighs and when she moved on her knees to sit on my cock, It was my turn to hold my breath while my lips parted. She felt so good around me that I let out a low curse word and blinked a few times, trying to see her better as I became dizzy. She had a small shy smile and I let my hands slid up until her waist just to feel her skin against mine.

"Fuck, you feel amazing."

She started moving over me, riding me gently, and she bent down to kiss me again. I ran my hands on her, wherever I could touch, but she didn't move back her and stayed laying on me. I enjoyed the way her hips were moving against mine and when I felt myself reach an orgasm, I held her waist tighter. I felt her start shaking over me a few seconds after I came and when her body went limp on top of me, I sighed with a smile, running a few of my fingertips on her spine.

"Now, we have to talk." I repeated in a gentle tone, bringing my hand up to move her hair out of her face and press my cheek on the top of her head.

She remained silent for a few seconds but I felt her lips press on my chest and it made me smile. "Mmhm, we can talk now."

[colossal-fallout]

heyooow :D angst time but fluffy end. do you do song fics? i was wondering if i could request a mikasa x gn reader ex to lovers plot that is based from the song Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys. alsooo can you write it in mikasa’s perspective? i just love reading from her character. tysm ily <3

ILY2 😁

Breathless 🌾

GN Reader X Mikasa

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Modern AU You must be 18 or over to be on this blog.

Do I wanna know? - Arctic Monkeys

Friday 05:55

It had been one of those days where everything was going smoothly. Mikasa's car had failed to start that morning before work; but with the third turn of the ignition, the old girl fired up. Her usual sandwich shop gave her a free coffee when she went to pick up her breakfast as someone had ordered her usual but had to leave. Not to mention, the sunrise during the drive to work was astounding that morning.

A sign of better things to come. Or so she'd hoped.

Although there were plenty of reasons to smile this morning, that bitter after sting of your breakup still lingered. Like a bandaid being ripped from a wound, the breakup was quick yet painful. The residual sting of the antiseptic was still raw, her mind automatically drifting over to you whenever something good happened.

Her heart ached during that bitter sweet drive to work that morning, the tangerine glow of the sky like a much needed sign.

Better things are coming... She reminded herself as she pulls into the parking lot.

The mundane day at work was the usual monotony - nothing exciting or surprising happening to take her mind off the after taste of your separation.

Levi was being a jerk as usual. Jean and Connie were goofing off. Same shit, different day.

That was until it was quitting time.

With a yawn and a stretch, she headed down the hallway, sharing farewells with her co workers for the weekend.

"YOU STILL UP FOR DRINKS TOMORROW?!" Sasha called after her.

"...Sure."

She wasn't really feeling up for it. But lord be damned if she was going to allow herself to mope in self pity, as much as she wanted to.

As she walked towards the exit, her deep blues caught something of familiarity - a face which took a few seconds to register. It felt like a mule had kicked her in the stomach as she realises it's you. Same building, different department, she didn't think she'd bump into you so soon. In fact she always had taken her time to leave so she wouldn't see you in the building. Just so happens you'd had the same idea.

Your heart rips clean in two as you see her orbs misting over, her head snapping towards the ground as she pushes past you without even a second glance.

Sunday 10:23

Mikasa's body is heavy, nausea swirling around with disgust deep in her stomach - her saliva thinning, readying for the inevitable hurl. The drilling in her skull deafening even though the only sound she could hear somewhere beyond her close eyelids were the sounds of loud snores.

Snores?!

Her lids spring open, the sudden movement of bolting up resulted in her hand covering her mouth, the sickly feeling worse from her position shift.

Her eyes scan her bedroom, wondering what other presence was there with her. Her memory of the night before was blurred to say the least. Her bed was empty - the sounds of slumbering grunts coming from the floor below. She closes her eyes, hoping and praying she didn't have a stupid rebound fling.

She sighs with relief as she peers over her matress, Sasha's passed out and sprawled form splayed across her rug like some dying starfish. A flashback from the sight of Sasha in Mikasa's PJs confirmed a distant memory of Sasha passing out, Mikasa refusing to let her sleep in beer coated clothes. So she stumbled through the room, clumsily getting her friend changed before passing out herself.

Her phone lighting up on her bedside catches her attention. Her previous breath of relief catching in her throat as all she sees is your name blowing up her screen.

She immediately hides her face with a long groan, her cheeks heating up with guilt, shame and embaressment.

Oh god... Did I really do that? Oh I've ruined my life!

Her attention is snapped when she hears a knock at the door. Probably Connie coming to pick up his precious mortal drunk princess.

She steadily gets to her feet, swaying slightly and stepping over the lump of Sasha's body, the knocking continuous and getting more urgent.

She grimaces, her fingers massaging her temple.

"Okay! Stop! I'm coming! ...Jesus Connie."

The knocking stops as the sounds of the lock tumblers turning confirmed the opening of the door, her face falling when she opens it and sees you.

"Right. Who is it?!" You snap, stepping inside and looking around wit a snarl.

"w-who is what?" She replies confused, the drilling in her head only intensifying with stress.

"Who's taking advantage of you while you're drunk, huh?"

It all clicked into place.

"No one..." She sighs, closing the door. "It's just Sasha here."

She sees you relax, your shoulders rolling excess aggression away from your form.

"I'm sorry for those messages. I... I was really drunk. And I shouldn't nhabe done it. I'm so sorry..."

Your face is unreadable.

"Just... Forget about it." She squirms, mortified.

Her heart beats double time as that touch she'd missed so much grabbed her wrist, pulling her in against your chest as you press your lips against hers - not even phased by the stale alcohol and cigarettes.

"You been smoking?" You ask casually as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

She blinks, totally surprised. "I don't... Remember."

A chuckle leaves your lips. "Listen. Our breakup. It was so stupid. God, I've missed you so much. You're my everything, Mikasa. I love you, god damn it. Please... Take me back?"

She has to restrain herself from barking "yes!" feigning hesitation.

"Okay." She nods eventually, tears of joy threatening to break through. "I've missed you..."

"I've missed you too. So fuckin' much. Come on. You're going in the shower. I'll take care of your hangover today."

"okay." She breathes, dabbing away a tear.

No gorgeous sunrise or free coffee would ever compare to this. To you.

[pikemoreno]

if you ever wanna be in love

Chapter I: Coffee Cures All Ills

a/n: Here it is folks! The first part of a Marcus fic heavily inspired by the Netflix rom-com Set It Up. 

It’s more structurally and conceptually inspired and not an exact scene-for-scene remake because a) I was interested in the idea of this not even really being an AU. This is extremely canon-compliant and you’ll see more of that as we continue on. 😏And b) because I had lots of ideas that spun off from watching Set It Up that I just liked better for the purpose of this fic. So that’s what you can expect. It’s gonna be cheesy and fun and great.

The first couple of chapters are a lot of, well, set up (which has been infuriating). But we’ll get into the meat of it soon. My outline says so.

As a side note, a lot of the gifs I’m going to be using are from the movie, but these are not my face claims for any of the characters. I’m using them simply for the ~vibe~ of the chapter. Reader is not a small white girl... Or she might be. She is you. Or whatever OC you’d like her to be. Period. 

And that’s it. Let’s go, I guess.

pairing: marcus pike x f!reader

word count: 2k (probably one of the shortest chapters we’re gonna see out of the 14-ish lolz)

warnings: none, and i don’t expect there to really be any serious ones in upcoming chapters either. this is just fun.

Marcus Pike never wanted to fall in love. 

He’d seen what it had done to him in failed relationships including everything up to a failed marriage. Some would argue that it wasn’t love then, that love doesn’t fail, so it couldn’t have been. But he disagreed. He knows it when it hits. It comes on you like lightning, bright and fast. You accept it, letting it run through your veins, and risk suffering a fatal blow to your heart. And it most definitely can fatally fail. It can cause joy and pain in equal measure. He’d already been struck so painfully once, the blow of the electricity going straight to his heart. He was beginning to hope to the high heavens that he wouldn’t be so unlucky as to be struck a second time, just in case it should reach his heart so painfully once more.

Marcus Pike never wanted to fall in love.

He felt that especially strongly as he watched Adrian go through his recent break-up. He felt for his fellow agent, he really did. Adrian was completely convinced Sam was the one, sold to the point of going ring shopping soon. But one brief mention of an engagement sent Sam running for the hills. He’d been moping around the office for a couple of weeks now and, as much as Marcus understood the pain, he was already really looking forward to Adrian’s rebound or some similar distraction. He was needing his friend’s signature fire back right about now, not to mention his focus. His work had gotten sloppy in this mourning period. He was constantly distracted. Marcus was dreading getting him on this case today, but maybe it was just the push he needed. He hoped. He stepped up to Adrian’s desk, watching the glazed over look in his eye.

“Hey, Adrian, do you mind getting a head start on this? I’d really like you to be our head man on--” he slid the file onto his desk, but was cut short by Adrian’s response. A response that had nothing to do with anything Marcus had just said.

“I’m gonna die alone,” he muttered, hands supporting his chin, elbows on his desk. Marcus let out an exasperated sigh that he didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re not gonna die alone,” he played along once again, rubbing his temple.

“Maybe I’ll go be a monk. They never have to worry about this shit.”

“An honorable profession.”

“Yeah.” Adrian blinked out of his dream-like state. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” Marcus nodded rigidly. “Sorry, Pike.” He opened the file, nodding slowly, “Yeah, I’ll get on this.”

“You look exhausted,”

“I am,” he admitted sheepishly. 

“I’m making a break room run to get coffee, you want one?”

“Please.” Marcus nodded his understanding and made his way down the hall to the break room. He doubted a case and a coffee could get his friend back on track, but he could hope, right?

***

If you had to listen through one more of Wendy’s mood swings, you might just scream. You love the girl, you really do. She’s your friend and the best boss you could’ve asked for, but Lord Almighty, had she been in rare form. Some days she was perfectly fine, strutting around like she didn’t care that her asshole boyfriend Daniel gave her an ultimatum instead of a ring on their last anniversary. Other days would see her doing a complete 180, shutting herself in her office and weeping into suspect files. Your least favorite days, though, were days where the heartbreak made her angry, where thinking about Daniel saying “It’s me or your job” made her border-line vengeful. But, unfortunately for you and the rest of the team, he wasn’t around to take the beating.

You couldn’t say you entirely understood. The short catalog of even shorter flings that you boasted brought largely apathy rather than heartbreak. You couldn’t say you’d ever been in love like Wendy had been. You’d never felt anything quite that strong-- and thank goodness for that. It wasn’t something you particularly looked forward to, at least, not the way you’d seen it lately. It was an uncontrollable force, dangerous and all-consuming. You liked control, liked being in your right mind. If love was to take up it's unfortunate residence, you could only hope it was for someone worth losing your mind over. You hadn’t seen anyone of the sort so far. 

Unfortunately, it was already too late for Wendy Harrod. The already intimidating head of the Jewelry & Gem Theft Program in Texas was in rare form. You watched as an HR intern ran from her office in near tears. Poor Randy. Her sharp “come in” in response to your knock on her door made you wince.

“Harrod, I have the results of that house search you requested if you--”

“No, no! Absolutely not, I cannot handle this right now,” she was absolutely raging, leaving you grasping at straws for a response. 

“I-- Uh-- Of course. I’ll just leave it right here whenever--” you placed it gently on the end table by the door before being interrupted again.

“Ughhhhh,” she groaned out before flopping into her desk chair, the red leather creaking as she let sit spin her around once, “I’m sorry. I’m being mean.” There was your Wendy.

“Just a little.”

“Sorry, sorry. Bring that here please.” 

“What can I do for you? As your friend, I mean. You--” you weighed your words carefully as you hand her the report, “You haven’t quite been yourself since…” you stopped that thought, “Well, lately.” She sighed, shaking her head.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I need,” she began to skim the report before looking back up with you with a tight lipped smile, “Maybe a coffee? For the more immediate problems anyway.” You laughed.

“Now that I can do. I’m headed there now. Break room coffee ok?”

“That’d be perfect.”

“The usual?”

“The usual.” She yelled after you as you walk down the hall, “You’re an angel!”

She wasn’t gonna be saying that when you came back without coffee. 

The sign on the coffee pot reading “out of coffee” was going to seriously ruin your reputation and Wendy’s sensitive mood. You ran through the options: you couldn’t leave to get her a Starbucks; there were some bottled iced coffees in the fridge, but Wendy hated them; you could wait for someone to make a run at lunch and pass on the order, but this was too urgent. Then it hit you. Everyone knew the sixth floor had the better coffee stock anyway. The art freaks loved their fancy stuff. You could always just waltz down a floor and snag two cups from their stash. 5 minutes in and out. No harm done, no questions asked. 

Or so you thought. 

The sixth floor break room was already occupied when you walked in, finding another agent also brewing a morning cup in a single cup coffee maker. 

They really did have everything here: multiple pots, another much fancier looking machine that looked like it might come to life and attack at any moment, recyclable coffee cups, every type of creamer. You name it.

You’d have to sneak over here more often.

You stepped up to the larger coffee pot, rinsing out the carafe before reaching for the container of grounds. Empty. 

They had everything here. Except coffee. 

Was the whole damn building in a coffee famine? You didn’t have time to check.

“No, no, no, no,” you panicked, frantically searching the cabinet for another container. In your peripheral you could see the other agent look at you like you’d grown two heads. You couldn’t be bothered with his judgement, but you met his eyes to ask, maybe a little too frantically. 

“Is that the last of it?” you questioned, eyeing the cup he was brewing.

“Well, yeah, sorry.” It was obvious he meant it, but apologies were not what you were needing right now.

“Shit.” 

“Withdrawals?” he laughed a little at your panicked state, but it wasn’t demeaning. He was genuinely amused, and maybe a little concerned, but it made you narrow your eyes at him all the same. You were not in the mood for the mocking, no matter how light-hearted it may be. No matter how much it was softened by the bright smile next to you.

“It’s not for me. It’s for my boss. My very upset boss who needs just one small ounce of joy in her life right now. The kind of joy that can only come from the fueling of her caffeine addiction, so if I could please just have that cup?” You blinked at him innocently, but his dark brown eyes widened as he shook his head

“What? No. I have a friend who needs this. If I don’t bring him this, he won’t be working for the rest of the day.”

“If I don’t bring my boss a cup of coffee in the next two minutes, I will probably not be working again. Ever. I will be dead. Do you want to be complicit in a murder, Agent--” you glanced at his badge, “Pike? Can you really live with that?”

“You’re awfully dramatic aren’t you?”

“I wish it was an exaggeration.” He inspected your badge then too.

“Jewelry and Gem Theft. Floor 7, right? What brings you down here to steal our coffee?” The argument was pointed, but his demeanor was anything but. He was smiling, enjoying this. A little too much, you seethed. You couldn’t stand around arguing all day.

“We’re out too.”

“Try another floor?”

“Time is of the essence here, Art Squad.” There was no room for addressing him politely now, he was riling you up on purpose. 

“If you didn’t stand here arguing with me you could’ve tried another floor by now, Jewels.”

He must think he’s so clever.

“Please. This is DEFCON 5.”

“You do know DEFCON 5 is the good one, right?”

“You know what I mean. Please.” He looked at you and then the newly brewed cup, biting the inside of his cheek, thinking through the problem.

“Tell you what. I am willing to split this if you are. Maybe it’s enough to fix both of them.” The crease between his eyebrows was deep as he studied your face, “I know Adrian is too out of it to notice he’s getting jipped, not sure about your boss.” You shrugged.

“Wendy will manage. It’s enough to keep her from throwing something at my head next time I walk in.” He dutifully split the coffee between two of the recyclable travel cups and handed one to you. You took it gratefully. 

“I hope this keeps you from… Dying? What’s up with that anyway?” You’re not sure what made this person that was essentially a stranger so interested in your life, but something about it feels nice.

“She had a really bad breakup: anniversary, thought it was going to be a proposal, instead it was him being a piss-baby. She’s a little all over the place right now. They’d been together for years and now there’s just… A hole. She doesn’t know how to deal with it.” Pike’s nod in response is emphatic, giving the cup in his hand a little wave.

“Same with him. Terrible breakup. He didn’t see it coming at all. She broke up with him on a voicemail… Then moved. ‘Course it just put him in this crazy funk, though. Doesn’t wanna work or do much of anything. No violence. Yet. But it’s sad to see.” You winced.

“That’s a rough one. Best of luck with him, Art Squad. Thank you. I owe you one. Seriously.”

“You definitely do, Jewels.” His smile is blindingly bright as he jokes. It makes you smile back.

“See you around.”

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[fuckedurbias]

better better - park jaehyung

DAY6 AS DAY6 SONGS PART 1 - part 2

genre: fluffy as heck, highschool!au

requested? nope

word count: 1.7k

warnings: implied?? mental struggles ig

A/N; italicised words are lyrics to the song better better by day6! listen to it here while you read

Every day, I lived like I was dead

It was another bland, boring day. As usual, Jae was keeping to himself. He didn’t like to stand out, yet somehow he always did. He always had his earphones in and sat in the middle of the class, because if he sat at the front he’d stand out and look like a teacher’s pet and if he sat at the back he’d be near all the loud class clowns. He also hoped sitting in the middle of class would help hide the fact that he wasn’t paying attention and instead was writing songs in his book and drawing little doodles. Every lunch and recess he would either go to one of the study rooms to have some peace and quiet to work on his music, or all the way to the back of the library to make some more sample beats. Jae was so so tired of the same routine every day and hating school, hating his boring life. He couldn’t wait to graduate and just leave and never come back, never have to see any of these people again and never do this routine ever again. He wasn’t happy, only when he was in his bedroom singing, playing guitar and making his own songs, but even that wasn’t cutting it for him lately. He longed to feel some form of content, to feel like he had something to live for. To feel free.

But you became the reason for me to wake up

What Jae never would have expected was that today, would not be just another bland & boring day, because you were about to come tumbling into his life at full speed out of the blue. Quite literally. Jae was walking down the hallway to go to the study room during his free period and you, being late to your class were running down the hallway from the other direction. Just as Jae was about to turn the corner you also turned the corner and ran smack bang into him, hard. You rebounded off his chest and as you fell back, your arms instinctively tried to grab onto him to stop yourself from falling but instead you just ripped his headphones out and yanked them down with you. As you fell on your ass your books and laptop all fell on the ground along with his. You had never been so embarrassed in your life. You were apologising so profusely as you scrambled around trying to pick everything out and separate both his and yours stuff.

“I’m so so sorry, I’m the biggest dumbass in the world! I should know better than to run in the hallways when anyone could turn the corner at any moment-” You rambled on, more to yourself than to Jae.

“I promise you I’m fine, you just winded me a little but I’m fine, don’t stress” He said, rather monotone. He bent down next to you to help you pick everything up. He picked up both your laptops, scanning them to see if there were any marks or scratches and opening them up to check the screens. As he handed you back your laptop with an awkward smile, you gently took it from him as you looked up at him with your puppy dog eyes. You tried to gather your things together under your arm and get up at the same time, clearly struggling. Once Jae processed what was happening he awkwardly cleared his throat and reluctantly held out his hand, and you looked up at him once again and grabbed his hand. He almost jumped at the feeling of your soft hand against his, especially when you smiled at him and looked at him with your big, sparkly eyes.

“Thank you” you almost mumbled as you shyly looked away, realising how cute he actually is and wondering how you’ve never really noticed this boy before. Jae only responds with a nod and a tiny, almost not noticeable smile.

“Also, I love the 1975 too” You smiled brightly.

“W-what?” Jae stuttered, realising how nervous he actually is right now.

“Your earphones, that’s the 1975, right?” You pointed to the earphones dangling out of his hoodie.

“Oh! Right. Yeah, they’re pretty sick” He realised the song playing can be heard from outside his earphones. He already hates himself, “pretty sick?”, who the hell says that when trying to socialise with a cute person?

But you thought it was adorable.

You made me want to open my eyes

From that moment on, he was noticed and did stand out. But he didn’t mind, because it was you. Every time you saw Jae in the hallways or in the library, you gave him that bright eye smile of yours and a big, excited wave. Even if you saw him more than once in a day, it was always just as bright of a smile and as excited a wave as the first time you saw him that day. And every time, Jae’s heart did a little jump, and tiny little butterflies erupted in his stomach. He would actually smile back and give you a little wave. You also realised you had one class with him, it was biology, you only had it about 3 times a week but it didn’t matter. When you were waiting outside that classroom the day after meeting Jae and saw him waiting on the other side of the hall from the room, you felt that pang in your heart. You swallowed your nervousness and went over and spoke to him. You started doing this before every biology class, as your friends always showed up late. You spoke to him about your favourite bands and music and realised you had a lot of other things in common. You both actually really loved science and Marvel movies amongst other things. Jae would’ve never expected you to be into the same music he is, but he loved it, especially when you recommended new bands for him to listen to. Once your friends showed up and class actually started though, you sat with them instead. Not because you didn’t want to sit next to Jae, you did, you really did. Just because you still got really low key nervous around Jae, and you liked to get work done in class and worked better with your close friends. You still snuck glances at Jae in class though, so that argument that you told yourself wasn’t really valid. Look at you getting so distracted because of a boy. You were quite popular, in the sense that everyone knew you and you knew everyone and would consider yourself ‘friends’ with most people in your year, but you really only actively hung out with and spent your time at school with your three close friends. In comparison to Jae though, you were very popular, he saw you as one of the most popular people in the school. Way out of his league in his eyes. He expected you to stop caring about him or noticing him in a couple of weeks at most.

I used to never wait for tomorrow

But you didn’t. You kept waving and smiling at him in the hallways and listening to his song recommendations and updating him about your thoughts outside the biology classroom. Jae actually found himself being excited to go to school and see you, even for just a short few seconds. He couldn’t get you out of his head. He hated feeling like this when he didn’t even know you that much, but at the same time he felt like he really did. He wished so badly that he wasn’t so awkward and closed off so that he could get the courage to properly ask you out or even just for your number or just any social media contact. However, he also still thought you were way of his league and it broke his heart because he knew a socially awkward loner like him could never be with a naturally bright, loveable, perfect, friendly person like you. He accepted that he’d forever be stuck having short 5 minute conversations before class and stealing glances at you during biology. But even those short encounters were enough to keep him going and being excited for tomorrow. Weekends were low key hell and he just let out his thoughts and daydreams through his music, and by regretting not asking for your number and telling himself he’ll ask you for it for sure on Monday. He never does but, hey he’s working on it. Little did he know, that you were also doing the same; practicing what you were going to say and do in the mirror and how you were going to confidently approach him. You couldn’t wait any longer, you had to do it before you went crazy with thoughts and memories of him in your head as you waited for the weekend to be over. Properly conversing with him only 3 times a week wasn’t enough for you.

But you became the reason for me to take one more step

That following Monday, you didn’t have biology but you passed by his locker in the morning before homeroom like you always do, but today you weren’t just going to give a wave and a bright, happy ‘good morning’, you were going to put your practice over the weekend to good use. You snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped a little before turning around, confused expression quickly turning into a soft smile.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Well, we don’t have bio today so I probably won’t get a chance to talk to you other than now” You said softly, linking your hands behind your back shyly.

“Oh… I see” He looked down at his feet, screaming at himself in his head to say something, anything.

“Yeah…” You follow his gaze down to your feet, too. Your cheeks were going red as you tried to get what you wanted to say out of your throat.

“Anyways, what I wanted to ask you about was,” You were twiddling your thumbs behind your back as you looked up at him, his gaze shot back up at you “The 1975 concert next week. I bought tickets for me and my friend back when they first announced the dates, but she can’t go anymore so… Would you… Want to go with me?”. You quietly said, but Jae still heard you. His head shot up and he gazed down at you with his head tilted and eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You… want to go, with me?” He questioned.

“Well, I did just ask you, didn’t I? ” You slapped his arm playfully. “No, I know you did I just… can’t believe it if I’m being honest” Jae pushed his glasses up his nose bridge with his finger as he blinks at you in disbelief.

“What? Why?” You giggled, scrunching your face up at him.

“Because, you have a lot of other friends you could go with. Why on earth would you pick me?” He mumbles.

“Maybe because I don’t want to go with them, I want to go with you. Besides, nobody else really likes their music as much me, other than you. Now stop being a dummy, okay? Please come, you don’t have to pay me back!” You dragged out that last part, as if trying to convince him.

“Oh, really? I’m definitely coming then, only because it’s for free and nothing else” He smiles mischeviously. You slapped his arm again but even harder, to which he grabbed it with an ‘ow’ as he pouted, pretending to be hurt. You just rolled your eyes.

“Anyways, I’m gonna need your number or something so I can send you all the deets and stuff! Since I won’t have class with you until Wednesday” You handed him your phone as you rambled on, trying to hide the fact that your heart was about to beat out of your chest with nerves. As soon as you said that, Jae’s heart skipped about 10 beats and he felt that intense pang in his stomach. He grabbed your phone with a nervous smile as he entered his number, secretly hating that you beat him to asking for your number. He wasn’t surprised though, you were super confident and fearless in his eyes. However, he decided he could still make a bold move, for his contact name he put himself as ‘the funniest, most handsome boy in the entire school’ with the heart-eyed emoji and all the different coloured hearts. He smiled to himself as he handed it back to you. Once you read the name you just looked up at him with a look of disappointment.

“Really? You’re so cringey” You scrunched up your nose. He gasped and crossed his arms.

“I’m just joking you dummy” You poked his chest. He laughed and patted your head. Your heart tingled with happiness. He was finally opening up to you.

“You should get going, you have to be at homeroom in 5 minutes” He said as he checked his watch, even though he didn’t want you to go at all.

“You’re right, well see you soon!” You said excitedly, your arms instinctively holding themselves out for a hug, forgetting that you weren’t with one of your close friends. You felt a huge rush of embarrassment rushing through your stomach to your cheeks, Jae didn’t seem like the affectionate type at all, especially as he was only now really opening up to you. However, as you you were putting your arms down and stepping away, Jae slid one arm around your shoulder and patted your back gently. The rush of embarrassment suddenly turned into that feeling Jae always gave you that you couldn’t quite explain, a mixture of excitement, nervousness and… like? You know, the feeling when you like someone. You could only describe it as ‘like’. Jae only hugged you for a couple of seconds but to you, it felt like so much longer. After he pulled away he smiled nervously, a blush very visibly on his face. You nodded at him as you started to walk backwards down the hall to your classroom.

“I’ll text you!” You yelled and waved excitedly with that bright smile. As soon as Jae turned back to his locker, he let out the biggest sigh he’s ever sighed and banged his head against the shelf. A lot just happened in the span of 3 minutes.

You held out your hand to me

It was the night of the concert and it was amazing. You and Jae had dinner before going to the venue and during the concert, you ended up crying when they sang your favourite songs and you just got so overwhelmed and Jae’s heart was bouncing around in his chest. He put his arm around you and started swaying with you as you cried into his shoulder. You smacked him a few times because he was laughing, but he wasn’t laughing at you or at the fact you were crying, he just felt so happy and thought it was so cute as to why you were crying. Once the concert was done you walked out into the cold night air, shivering as you slid your jacket back on. You closed your eyes took a deep breathe, loving the smell of the fresh, cold air. When you opened your eyes and saw how beautiful the sky looked, you felt your heart do that happy tingle again; the sky was so clear and full of stars and the moon visible and bright. That sight together with the city lights around you gave you such comfort and happiness, especially when you looked over next to you to see Jae looking up the stars too, the moon casting such a beautiful glow on his face. Jae glanced over at you and you quickly looked away, looking out to the road in front of you.

“Thanks for inviting me, the show was so amazing and I had a lot of fun” Jae said, walking over closer to you.

“You’re welcome. They mean a lot to me and I know you like them a lot too so of course I wanted to experience seeing my favourite band ever with someone who also means a lot to m-, someone who loves them a lot too!” You caught yourself, hoping he didn’t understand what you almost blurted out.

“It was especially fun seeing you cry” Jae smiled mischeviously. You ran up to him with your arms in fists ready to fight him. He laughed and just held out his hand, holding your head in place as he kept you at arms length from him, your punches unable to reach him.

“Let me go!! Let me fight you!!” You screamed, trying your best to push forward against his arm, but to no use. Once you gave up and were panting for breath, he let his arm go.

“Seriously, though. I wasn’t making fun of you for crying, it was really precious to see how much they mean to you and how much that song means to you. I’m honestly honoured that you’d let little old me experience something so special to you, with you” Jae smiled softly, the most genuine smile you’d seen from him yet. You didn’t know how to respond, just smiled back at him. It wasn’t even that big of a smile, but it was still so bright. Jae could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating in this moment, looking down into your eyes as you looked up into his, the stars reflecting in them. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, you were already so stunning to him but in this moment you looked ethereal. It felt like it was just you two in that moment, and if he wasn’t such a coward he would’ve kissed you.

“So, how are you getting home?” Jae cleared his throat, knowing that was a stupid question to ask since you both got the train here and would be taking it home together.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t want to go home just yet”, You emphasised “and it is a Friday”. Jae looked at you, confused. You held out your hand to him. “Let’s go on an adventure!” You exclaimed. Pulling him with you as you ran across the street.

Just your smile alone, makes me breathe

After that night, you two stayed up into the AM every night messaging each other, talking about anything and everything. You hung out on weekends and even after school sometimes; so much so,  you two became the talk of the school. Jae was standing out, but he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he did, or would. Everyone was confused as to how and why you became friends with somebody they never knew about before, but you didn’t care. You introduced him to your close friends, and even encouraged him to hang out with you all during recess and lunch. You didn’t force him too, but eventually he decided it wouldn’t be so bad. He actually had fun, mainly because he was around you but he realised that not everyone was as bad as he thought they were, but of course your friends are going to be good people, as if someone as bright and good as you would hang around bad people. He still struggled to open up to them and feel confident socialising, but you helped him and they found him funny and nice to be around even with him not trying or just rambling on to cover up his nervousness. He liked it the most when it was just you two on weekends though, as expected. Even when it was something as boring as sitting in the park by the pond and watching the fish or going grocery shopping, as long as he was with you he was having the time of his life. He’d never felt this way before or experienced feeling this way about someone and it felt so scary, exciting and fun all at once. He’d just have to look at you smiling as you told a story that made you happy, a stupid joke that made you laugh or even as you ate your favourite ice cream, and he could feel his heart soar.

Only your love makes the frozen me jump up again

A month later and you finally became official, Jae finally worked up the courage to properly ask you out. He was a rambling, nervous mess as you sat next to each other on the hill overlooking the city; your favourite spot. You rolled your eyes at him as he rambled on trying to confess to you. You cupped his face and placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips. He froze in complete shock, staring at you wide-eyed with cheeks as red as beetroots. You giggled, forehead pressed against his as you leaned in again. Jae closed his eyes as finally processed what was happening and wrapped his arms around your waist, gently moving his lips against yours, he was on cloud nine. You were finally his, and he was finally yours. It didn’t matter if he still thought you were out of his league, you liked him for him and you wanted him and nobody else and you made sure he was certain of that. When you both finally pulled away, he looked concerned.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I’ve never really kissed anyone before and now I’m worrying that I’m bad” He blinked hard, looking like a sad puppy.

“Aw baby, it’s okay. I can help you” You shyly bit your lip, cheeks turning pink. His eyes went ever wider if that was even possible. He muttered an ‘okay’ before taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours as he softly kissed your lips again.

Because of you I’m

From that moment on, there was never a bland, boring day for Jae ever again. He was finally happy and had something to live for, his music and you. He finally had friends who he genuinely liked and who liked him and it was all thanks to you helping him open up and realise the world isn’t as bad as he thinks. You just had to hold his hand and smile up at him with your bright eyes and he felt safe and content. He felt free. 

 Better, better, better baby

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Manipulated

Summary: he was always calling out for you no matter what you were doing, but when an accident made it that you were now caring for Moonbin, you found out why he always wanted your attention.

Pairing: Moonbin x reader

Genre: idol au / fluff

Word count: 1236

You hadn’t realised you were doing it at first. After all, you were normally the obliging type and considering it was your job to ensure your idols were healthy and happy, running around doing errands never bothered you much. Yet when you were assigned to Astro, it seemed you would always feel exhausted around them. Their energy was higher than you ever expected from hard-working idols. In between their schedules they were just like toddlers or teenagers, depending on the hour. You felt like you suffered from whiplash trying to keep up. Especially when it came to dealing with Moonbin. Out of the six members, he had taken a shining to you. Initially, you didn’t mind. His smiles could cure any wicked migraine you suffered from and you always felt better after hearing him laugh. And yet, your ability to be manipulated by his good looks was enabling him to make sure you did everything for him.

“Noona, can you get me another coffee?”

“Noona, didn’t you get my last message? I needed you immediately!”

“Noonaaaa, I was wonderingggg if you could pleaseee give me more food? I’m starvinggggg!”

“Noon-”

“Finish that sentence and I will hurt you,” you warned, shooting Moonbin a harsh look. 

He blinked slowly, examining your mood and then scrunched up his face. “But it would be really rude of me to call you by your first name, wouldn’t it?”

“Ten minutes, Bin, I want just ten minutes without hearing you call for me.”

Moonbin sighed heavily though he nodded, heading for the door and glanced back at you sadly before departing out it. You tried not to focus on the fact that he had just looked like a wounded puppy at your request, and well, you just tried to focus instead. It had been too long of a day, and you felt like you were still swimming in work to do.

Which, you really were.

You were just about done with replying to an email when you noticed movement outside your office door that caught your attention. Watching it for a moment, you groaned when you realised Moonbin was literally waiting out there for the ten minutes to be up. Getting out from behind your desk, you strode over to the door and yanked it open.

Which made the tall man stumble in since he had chosen to lean on it and sent you both spiralling into the cabinet next to the door. You whined with the pain and Moonbin somehow rebounded onto the floor in a weird angle. “Why would you lean on the door?!”

“Noona… I think you need to call for help,” he said slowly and you stopped scowling to take a better look at his current position. Gasping, you went over to Moonbin and attempted to help him up. He only yelped out in pain.

And because of that incident, Moonbin was now your sole focus.

“I’m hungry!”

“I’m cooking your lunch now, quit whining!” you called out, fussing over the meal you were preparing for him, dishing it up and taking it out to him a moment later. He glanced up at you and smiled which relaxed you somewhat. Until he took his first mouthful.

“Ow, it’s too hot!”

“Well, I just cooked it!”

He groaned. “You should’ve told me to wait!”

“Are you five?! You’re an adult, you should know that food is hot when it’s just come off the stove,” you scolded, though you took the spoon away from him, blowing on the food gently before offering it to him again. Moonbin happily took the food and you continued in this pattern, feeding him until the meal was finished.

And then you realised what you had done again. “Why did I just feed you?”

“Because you’re kind.”

“You have working hands though,” you pointed out, looking down at his arms loosely nestled in his lap. It irked you more than it should. “It’s your leg that you pulled a ligament in and need to rest, not your hands!”

He snickered and then reached for the manga he had stuffed down the side of the sofa beside him before returning back to his perusing of it.

Huffing loudly, you stormed back to the kitchen of the dorm to rinse off the dishes you had used for making his lunch. As you did so, you thought over just how much you were doing that was unnecessary. You weren’t Moonbin’s slave. Sure, you had somewhat been a part of his accident, and your guilt from seeing him in so much pain had you raising your hand to help look after him until he was ready to return back to work. Yet, this was just too much and you were done with it.

You spent the whole afternoon brooding over it and as you cleaned the dorm mindlessly, you kept ruminating over things you could say to Moonbin about his mannerisms towards you. In fact, you were so busy building conversations between you and him in your head that when Moonbin walked passed you without his crutches to go to the bathroom, you almost didn’t spot it.

Almost.

“Stop right there!” you exclaimed, and Moonbin listened, albeit with a nervous chuckle attached. He rubbed at the back of his head as you rounded him to look him in the eye. Then you examined him quietly from head to toe. “You… you’re fine?!”

“Oh!” he suddenly cried, wobbling around on one leg. “I forgot to grab my crutches. Noon-”

“You made me look after you all this time and you were fine?!”

“Now, listen. I wasn’t intentionally—OW!”

You thumped him on the chest in frustration and Moonbin’s eyes widened with your attack. “You’re always like this with me! Always making sure I’m paying attention to you and doing everything for you! I’m not your slave and yet I stupidly fall for it every time because you … you-”

“I don’t do anything but ask nicely,” he stated and you scoffed loudly, pointing at him frantically as he pouted at you.

“Stop doing that!”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“You are, you’re doing the face! You’re trying to manipulate me to calm down with your puppy eyes! Wow, you’re a pro at this!”

He watched you for a moment, and then folded his arms over his chest, cocking his head to the side. “Me? What about you?”

“What about me?!”

“You have a face you pull too,” he announced and you frowned at him. Moonbin stepped closer and let out a heavy breath which fanned over your face. You blinked a couple of times, getting lost in his warm chocolate eyes again. He then smiled lightly. “See, you’re doing it just now.”

“I’m… what?”

“At first, I was just asking for your help. I didn’t want to be a burden to you. But you would look at me like that every time. And I liked seeing you stare at me with that little lost look so I kept asking because you’d do it more often. I wasn’t trying to make you my slave, noona. I was just attempting to see more of you.”

“But,” you started, blinking away from your reverie as you soaked in his admission. “Why?”

He grinned, reaching out gently to cup your face in his hand. “Don’t you remember the number one rule to why boys annoy girls so much? It’s because I really like you.”

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Request List:

Because I happe to get a lot more Requests than usual, I decided to make a Post that contains any outstanding Requests. I will add new ones whenever they are requested. So if I don´t answer to your ask, please take a look at this post :)

The order in which they are listed, is NOT the order I am going to write them in.

I write whenever I feel like writing/ have ideas. So it might take days, weeks or longer before it will be posted!

BE AWARE THAT THEY MIGHT CONTAIN SPOILERS!

The Requests are under the cut:

1.I want to request an angsty one. Where reader is mutant, like she is daughter of Charles and Magneto (genetically) so she can bend metals & read minds. Fury takes her in as she looses her X-Men family. But every one in avengers is not happy about her arrival & are very cold towards her(ik they won't do it but still). She's alienated & is left all alone. End as you like 

2.thor reader Steve smut inspired by Steve lifting hammer? Like reader is mjolnir, like Thor can get his full power only when reader is around cus she is his soulmate. Then Steve reaches his full potential learning it's not Peggy but reader is his soulmate. They have sex rough one maybe?

3.Thor & reader. Where their marriage is arranged & he's not very happy about it, he loathes her basically all angst. Then leaves fir Ragnarok events but when he comes back & sees how she's protecting everyone & fighting for Asgard he falls in love with her apologizes & passionate sex maybe

4.Are you comfortable with dark Clint? Endgame Clint maybe who's very pissed & unlike movie no chance of getting his family back. So takes it out on reader who works for avengers, he thinks she hasn't lost anything & takes all his anger on her. Maybe tries to impregnate her to start a family?

5.dark Thor? Endgame Thor preferably. Where instead of gaurdians, he goes to reader who thinks he's dead and sorta moves on with life so he goes all dark.

6.I wanted to request. In really horny rn so please don't judge 🙈🙈. Can you do a really dark noncon reader, Thor, Steve & Tony. Where maybe they all lost to thanos, and take it out on reader

7.I'm fighting with body imagery issues. keeping this in loop, can you do a Thor reader smut? Angsty fluffyish

8.dark Thor & dark Peter quill. Where maybe when they travel together they find reader(waitress, Idk just a thought) & take her noncon? 

9.reader, Bucky & Steve? Where Bucky is dating Steve and reader as well, reader is oblivious about Steve but Steve knows( loves reader as well) Steve makes move on reader, reader feels guilty & tells Bucky he laughs it off saying he dates her cus he wants Steve to date her too. She gets pissed & stuff. Lil angsty & fluffy smutty maybe

10. noncon? Where reader is stripper & Bucky always visits her place & drools over from afar(reader is oblivious) One day she wears captain America themed lingerie & does her pole dance. Bucky looses his cools & after show goes after her. A rough noncon.

11. Bucky & Steve both sleep with reader(not threesome) when they miss Peggy & Natasha, reader just feels they love her. Once she hears them saying how easy fuck reader is & basically all angst. End is as you like. Make reader happy though

12. Thor, Steve & Bucky with reader. Where reader is basically an intern but they sleep with her (individually) they treat her like an escort. She wants out but they all blackmail her. When they sleep with her they keep degrading her & calling names etc. All angsty. Until one day, when there's a fight,  reader lifts mjolnir. They sorta kneel & respect her?

13. Tony & reader?abo dynamics? If yes, I'd like to request one where reader has crush on Steve & Tony on reader. Once reader goes in heat Tony takes the chance & claims her against her wishes. Maybe she's pregnant later

14. AU where Bucky is famous writer very rich & rude. Reader is simple intern at his office. He fucks her for sake of writing the scene but she falls for him & thinks he loves her. But at opening of his book he brings some girl. This breaks her heart, he also says she's just a good fuck. Angsty. End as you like.        

15. Thor reader & Steve? Where they are in relationship, but it so happens that Steve & thort get competitive as to who fucks reader the best. So to prove the point they have sex with her(individually) give her orgasms, like 3-4 in a row but this exhausts reader. She gets tired, can hardly walk is always covered with hickeys. There comes a point she avoids them & cries to herself. Fluff ensues?

16. request where reader is ex hydra. She's new on team & obviously no one trusts her. They're rude to her, ignore her if she tries to talk, Don't take her suggestions if she makes any. She's left alone until Peter befriends her. He tells the team how nice she is, how helpful she is etc. They feel bad & try to make up but till the time she's transferred somewhere. End as you like

17. scene from killer inside me. It's basically spanking. Can you do a Thor reader based on that? It's on YouTube

18.  request an AU with mobster Tony stark, where he's married to reader who's quite younger than him(I'm 22), but he doesn't see her as wife cus he loves pepper (died or didn't marry due to political reasons) so he only has sex with her takes her raw & rough. Doesn't care if she's hurting, he doesn't talk to her ever. They even have a kid but still he's cold towards her. Then Thor comes, things change then. It's on you what you like, divorce or happily ever after cus Tony gets jealous.        

19. Sam & reader? Where Bucky & reader are in relationship but reader is like a rebound & backup if he doesn't get nat again. He ends up having sex with some random chick, reader sees it. He also mentions her how he had to get himself off with reader like she's not enough. So reader gets all sad develops body imagery issues. Sam had crush on reader anyway so they end up together. Make Bucky regret little  

20. Reader, Steve & Bucky, where reader is Brock rumlow's gf. She doesn't know anything what he does. She thinks he's nice. As to take revenge Steve & Bucky kidnap her rape her & torture her. End as you like    

21. A Viking Steve? Where he invades reader's land, takes her as slave & fucks her raw & rough(noncon) _ shares her with Bucky & Thor maybe?    

22. One where reader is sex slave & Tony buys her for the team(Thor, Clint, Steve). So basically the things they do to her dark, rough & noncon. Maybe later on they get in polygamous relationship?

23.Dr. Strange & Reader? Where reader is his wife & before the accident he never respected her, even though she's a Dr like him, he belittles her, doesn't talk to her, feels ashamed. Later becoming the master, he sees her through portal that how dedicated she is & how dearly she loves him. All fluffy & maybe a passionate love making?           

24. Thor & reader, where reader & Loki are engaged but Thor rapes reader cus he wants her, but feels guilty & goes away. Meanwhile Loki leaves reader saying she's impure. Valkyrie takes reader under her wing & helps her heal. Maybe she ends up pregnant? Happy ending please .           

25. One where Bucky is married to reader but is insecure. Reader is planning to tell him about her pregnancy & plans a surprise. Bucky thinks she's cheating on him & kid isn't his. So he leaves her. Steve helps her through out, Bucky thinks they're together. All angst but fluffy ending.     

26. dark avengers, where they experiment on people to make them strong. They kidnap reader & do brutal experiments on her, to make her strong they physically, mentally & sexually harm her. Idk how to end it. It's on you?  

27.Endgame Thor & reader noncon  

28. noncon reader & Thor, where he wants to breed her. He keeps saying gimme baby over & over. He continues to do so until she's pregnant.

29. Au, where hydra & avengers are kingdom. Reader is married off to Steve. He's not very keen about it. Reader is Brock's adoptive sister, he raised her only so to get in avengers secrets. Reader is oblivious to all this, she's just innocent girl. When avengers find this out they begin to torture her. Amongst this torture she looses her baby. Brock seeing all this surrenders. Readers fate in your  

30. One where Dean Winchester forces reader to give him blow job. Facial humiliation to be precise.    

31. SOA au, abo dynamics where Jax claims reader against her wishes & takes her virginity?      

32. request where Tony dates reader they have sex & he tapes it. His main intention is to bring reader for Steve & Bucky to enjoy? Tony blackmails reader saying if she doesn't comply he'll upload that tape for everyone to see. Bucky & Steve take her rough & new noncon.

33. Could you do a lactation kink of Steve? Reader is pregnant with Bucky's child, Steve can't control how soft & big her boobs get. One day he looses his control & tears her shirt & sucks on her boobs. Reader feels humiliated & tells Bucky. Bucky supports Steve & shares her with him even though reader doesn't want it.

34. One where Peter & reader are siblings, children of Tony stark. Reader is elder one & never been treated right by avengers. Peter is always favoured, pampered etc. Reader is left alone even though she's smart. Reader is married off to Brock rumlow, but he's abusive (physical &sexual). Avengers don't know, once Peter gives her surprise visit& sees her bruises & brings her home. Fluffy ending? Sorry if it's confusing. 

35. How bout sex slave reader, who's new in business & is really young gets bought by Tony for Steve? She develops feelings for the man, but he doesn't. Can you make a holy trinity, smut, angst & fluffy ending. Thank you 💛                      

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014.

14.)Can’t get out of the building

With a break from the Mafia AU , we go back to our OG universe in the future...

I was going to add something else to this, but decided to keep it out for another fic

After having received a letter delivered by a small bird, Atlas was a little more relieved if he was being honest with himself. The letter was from Ula, handwritten as he recognized her writing and flowery scent coming off it, so things were finally looking better after their last conversation. In the letter, she requested that he meet her in the woods after she was done with her band practice, so that was where Atlas went once the time came.

The deer clown walked around as he heard leaves and twigs crunching beneath his shoes, scanning the area as birds were heard singing and there was a soft breeze all around. Atlas stretched his arms out as he was careful not to drop the latte in his hand before he lowered his hands once again, continuing on his way before stopping as he came across a large building.

It looked like an abandoned cottage alright, so that meant he just had to wait for Ula now. And then, a sweet flowery scent hit Atlas’ nose  meaning that she was already there, and Atlas playfully rolled his eyes as he walked towards it, making sure the letter was still in his pocket. However, it never left his mind that he had never seem this cottage before.

“Is anybody home?” he called into the empty home, only hearing the ancient planks creak beneath him with every step he took. Atlas continued walking deeper into the building, looking everywhere for Ula who he guessed must have been hiding from him. Trying to scare him as always.

“Does a Shortcake happen to be somewhere around here?”

That’s when he heard a giggle that was Ula’s so he sneaked over to a room close to him. He peeked inside the room, catching a quick glance of long blonde hair which made him smirk before he jumped into the room.

“I found you!”

“Oh, you sure did.” came Ula’s voice as Atlas now saw her, and she held a hand on her lips as she gave a giggle. “I thought that you wouldn’t end up coming, Bambi.~”

“Did you think I would get scared or something?”

“Maybe.~”Ula asked as she placed her hands onto Atlas’ chest, giggling once again while fluttering her eyelashes. “But I also thought that Basil would scare you on the way here.”

“What?”Atlas furrowed his eyebrows before feeling Ula pull herself away, giving a snap of her hands as Atlas heard something creak behind him. He turned and slightly flinched at the loud sound of the bedroom door shutting, this being due to a hand that slammed it shut.

“I thought we would be...”Atlas turned back to Ula who reached up to grab her hair that, starting from the top, turned into an orange color as her eyeshadow disappeared and blue markings under her eyes turned into purple curved-like triangles with a yellow circle. “...alone.”

“Good afternoon Atlas.~”spoke Ula with a giggle, though it was no longer her voice as she completely changed into a shorter figure, one Atlas recognized as being Flora, with Basil behind him and in front of the door.

“No...I, I gotta go-”

“There’s no leaving here Atlas.”Flora fluttered her eyelashes while fixing her gloves, then turning to look at Basil. “You can move from the door, you know.”

“After what you guys did last time, I don’t want to talk to either of you.”

“Oh don’t worry, Basil won’t talk.”

“Where’s Ula?”

“Oh please.”Flora looked over at Basil who continued staring at Atlas. “You really didn’t think Ula sent you a handwritten letter, did you? The last letter she wrote like that was to somebody else who actually sent letters to her.”

“I’m not hearing any of this.” Atlas shook his head before turning and heading towards the door, being slightly startled as one of Basil’s green claws slammed itself on it. “Let me through, I am not afraid of either of you.”

“Basil, let him go.” Flora smiled before Basil retrieved his hand, Atlas watching it slither behind him which made him even more nervous than he already was. He turned back to the door, turning the doorknob as he now opened it. However, his eyes widened at the sight of razor sharp teeth and a long, slithering tongue before he shut the door in a panic.

“What the hell was that thing!?”

“Excuse you, that was Twoey.”Flora rolled her eyes as she spoke in a matter-of-fact-y tone. “They’re there making sure you don’t leave of course.”

“A giant...whatever it is! That thing, you think nobody’s going to notice that!?”

“Oh posh Atlas, nobody ever really notices a pocket dimension that exists inside a little girl’s basket.”Flora giggled as Atlas’ eyes widened. “But the point here is, we brought you over because we want to talk. And talk only.”

“If I listen and am not treated like last time, will you let me go?”

“Of course.” Flora nodded before Basil snapped his fingers, chairs appearing behind him and his sister which they sat down on. At the same time, another appear behind Atlas before it moved behind him, making him fall back on it as he now sat in front of the siblings, divided by a table full with a tea set as Flora served.

“Tea?”

“No thanks.”

“Hm, your loss.”she shrugged before taking her teacup. “Mother makes the best teas ever, she’s practically a witch with what she adds to them.”

“What do you guys want with me?” Atlas interrupted as he glared at the siblings, though he knew he was no match against Basil’s expression that never ceased.

“Well, first of, we want to say that we no doubt started on the wrong foot. Especially with Basil being petty to you since the day you met those many years ago.” Flora started before taking a sip from her tea. “And we have been treating you rather badly.”

“Yeah, thanks for telling me. I never realized that.”

“Anyways. Our point here is that we wanted to...well, let me say this before anything. My brother and I have a certain goal that we hope to achieve, no matter what we must do.”

“Okay, and what does this have to do with me?”

“Now, that’s the thing. It doesn’t, but you’re in the way.” Flora stated before Atlas furrowed his eyebrows. “And don’t even try reading our minds, we’re so far past those funny party tricks.”

“What’s-”

“Our goal we will not share.”Flora interrupted Atlas who frowned a little deeper. “But, I can tell you that as we attempt to reach it, we don’t want anymore...conflicts.”

“Okay.”

“So, we want to apologize.”

Atlas’s eyes widened as he stared at Flora and then Basil, shaking his head as he tried to comprehend what was just said.

“Wait, what?”

“We want to apologize.”Flora repeated before Atlas checked the teacup he had been offered, realizing it was still full.

“You guys didn’t do anything weird to me, right? I mean, besides putting me in a pocket dimension with some creature making sure I don’t get out.”

“No, Atlas. We want to apologize to you, unless you don’t want it nor the truce we offer.”

“No, tell me.”

“Well as I’ve already said three times, we want to offer you an apology for all the trouble we have brought upon you. Mother nor father never taught us to act in such a way.”Flora served herself some more tea, taking a sniff of its sweet scent. “And so, we offer a truce. You stop being a jealous deer every time Ula talks to any other person that is not from your family or friend group. You especially refrain from feeling any sort of jealousy when she talks to Schrader who she wants a friendship from. And, you stop feeling like a damn rebound, you idiot.”

Atlas’ eyes widened at Flora’s words, raising a hand to speak before she lifted a finger to silence him.

“We know how you feel about the whole situation, and we find it hurtful that you blame Ula for this.”

“Blame her!?”

“Yes, Atlas, blame her! Maybe you don’t realize it but you think to yourself,” Flora cleared her throat before her voice changed into Atlas’. “Ula didn’t tell me that her ex-boyfriend was back, I had to learn from her friends! Ula didn’t accept my comfort when she needed it, she instead went to some kids I hate! Ula didn’t tell me that she was going to go talk to her ex-boyfriend before going to him! Sound familiar?”

“I...”

“Exactly Atlas.”Flora shook her head while taking a sip from her tea before hissing at him. “So selfish. Ula doesn’t have to tell you everything she does, and she doesn’t always have to rely on you for everything. She has other friends and family, yet you feel like the top priority for being her boyfriend. Was she your priority while you were on trips with your grandfather?”

“I, no...wait, I, I don’t-”

Flora waved a hand before Atlas’ mouth was closed shut, and he struggled to open it.

“I don’t want to hear it. I just want to know, if you accept this truce. In turn, we will respect your relationship with Ula and not interfere. Though, I can’t promise Basil won’t be all over her like a baby to its mother.” Flora waved her hand once again, letting Atlas open his mouth. “Now, what about it?”

Atlas stared in between the siblings who stared at him, both radiating disturbing vibes...if they were being honest...

“And what if you do continue on with this behavior?” he asked before the siblings turned to each other, then glancing back at him.

“We’ll be out of your lives. For good.” Flora spoke, whispering the last part before she nudged Basil, and he lifted a hand towards Atlas. “Now, let’s shake on it, yes?”

Atlas squinted his eyes at Basil’s hand, slowly lifting his own and bringing it towards Basil’s. He didn’t want last time to be repeated yet, it sounded like a pretty good deal. After what seemed like hours, Atlas’ hand finally grabbed Basil’s, feeling how it was rather rough. Soon, they shook hands as Atlas gave a quiet sigh of relief.

[alexjosten]

Peppermint Toads

Gift fic for @scattered-shadows who requested a Neil & Andrew Hogwarts AU as part of the 2017 Winter @aftgexchange. I was really thankful when I got this prompt, because I’m a huge Potterhead so this was an absolute pleasure to research and write. Enjoy!

Rating: T Words: 2586

(P.S. I plan on continuing this at some point, so feel free to drop headcanons in my inbox!)

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Breaking into the headmaster’s office at Hogwarts wasn’t particularly difficult for Andrew, considering the passwords had historically always been the names of various magical sweets. After seven years of visiting Honeydukes (only four of which were permitted), Andrew had sampled and memorised the entire store’s catalogue, so reeling off names until he landed on ‘Peppermint Toads’ was more a test of his patience rather than his cleverness.

He ignored the suspicious glances and whispered words from the portraits of the previous headmasters as he rifled through the contents of Headmistress McGonagall’s desk. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for: the register of students who were staying at Hogwarts over the winter holidays.

He scanned through the Ravenclaws, looking to see if Aaron or Katelyn had been added to the list. His twin had boldly proclaimed he was going home for the holidays with him and Nicky, but Andrew hadn’t believed it for a second after Aaron had conspired to stay unsupervised in the castle with Katelyn last year. Andrew had only discovered his brother’s betrayal after he was already stuck in a carriage on the Hogwarts Express going home. He wouldn’t be tricked twice.

It seemed that this year, however, Aaron was telling the truth. Andrew was about to toss the list back to McGonagall’s desk when a name under a different house caught his eye. It was a name that he recognised from the list of Death Eaters that were still at large after breaking out of Azkaban during the Second Wizarding War: Wesninski.

It didn’t surprise him to find the name was under Slytherin. What concerned him was that Kevin hadn’t told him someone from an infamous Death Eater family was in his house- which meant that Kevin didn’t know. And if Kevin, as paranoid as he was after his history, wasn’t aware… that meant this particular student was keeping his identity a secret.

Andrew didn’t like secrets. Especially ones that threatened his things.

He picked up a quill and scratched his own name onto the list.

*

Hogwarts felt larger after the majority of the student body packed their trunks and went home. The Great Hall tried to compensate by boasting Christmas trees so gigantic that their tips brushed against the snowy skies of the Enchanted Ceiling. The woven garlands of holly, mistletoe and tinsel in every doorway were so ostentatiously bulky that students had to squeeze together to get through the narrow space that was left. Even the warm, dry snow fluttering down from above seemed determined to collect upon the books and homework of the remaining students to distract them with festive cheer, however Andrew was more focused than ever.

After sifting through the lies of the Daily Prophet and the utter nonsense of the Quibbler from the back catalogue in the library, Andrew pieced together a working theory: Nathan Wesninski had been a werewolf serving under Fenrir Greyback during the Second Wizarding War, sentenced to life in Azkaban but broken out shortly before the Battle of Hogwarts. Further research revealed that he had a son, Nathaniel Wesninski, born in January 1987- which would have placed him in the same school year as both Andrew and Kevin.

Since the other Slytherin seventh years had gone home for the holidays, this narrowed Andrew’s hunt down to the one remaining student: Neil Josten, starting Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team.

Andrew knew him, of course. Over their seven years at Hogwarts they had shared various classes together. Neil stood out- not only for the auburn hair that made him the butt of every Weasley joke, but also for the deep gashes that scored the skin on one side of his face. Wounds like that weren’t uncommon after the war, even on the younger students, but now combined with Andrew’s theory about who Neil actually was, he couldn’t help but think those scars looked awfully like claw marks.

Considering Kevin was close to Neil as a fellow Chaser and Captain of the Slytherin team, and would be sharing a dorm with him when he returned to school in a week, Andrew felt the need to act quickly.

Neil was minding his own business eating his Christmas dinner when Andrew dropped a four inch thick tome on the table in front of him with a resounding slam.

“Lupine Lawlessness: Why Lycanthropes Don’t Deserve to Live, by Professor Emerett Picardy. Fascinating read,” Andrew drawled as he took the bench opposite his new nemesis.

Neil flicked him an annoyed glance and then went back to slicing through a rare cut of roast beef, “Go away, Minyard. The werewolf jokes got old in third year.”

“I know what you are. Or should I say who? Interesting how you managed to get all of the professors to play along and call you by your new name in class.”

That got Neil’s attention. His chin snapped up and he held his head high as he stared Andrew down. His lips contracted in a snarl, “Are you really so bored without Kevin around that you’ve resorted to making up fantasies? Leave me alone.”

Andrew drummed his fingers across the book’s cover, underlining the subtitle, “How about I present you a deal. If you can score on me, I’ll leave you alone and your secret stays safe. If I block all your shots, I let the Prophet find out that Hogwarts is knowingly housing a class five beast, you pack your bags and get the fuck out of my school.”

Neil ignored the threat and focused on the challenge instead, “Quidditch? I’ve never seen you play.”

“Exactly. So it should be easy for you, no?”

Neil looked bewildered, “You did hear that I got an offer to play for the Montrose Magpies when I graduate?”

Of course he had. Kevin hadn’t shut up about it when he had gotten his matching offer letter the same day. Andrew rolled his eyes, “I don’t care. Is it a deal? Yes or no.”

“Fine. Deal.”

*

Visibility was poor when they stepped out onto the Quidditch pitch. The beginnings of a blizzard had picked up as dusk fell, swirling around and slicing mercilessly at every sliver of exposed skin. Dark snow clouds loomed above, casting a grey shadow over everything that dared to step foot outside of the safety of the castle. Neil had tried to convince him to play on another night, but Andrew had chosen that night for a reason: in a matter of a few hours, it was going to be a full moon.

Choosing to spend time alone with a potential werewolf who was about to turn was reckless to say the least. Doing so while balancing being a hundred feet in the air with his crippling fear of heights made it downright suicidal. It was a wonder how Andrew had survived this long when he made a regular habit of making self destructive decisions in order to get what he wanted.

Andrew’s gloved fingers already felt numb as he tightened his grip around his broomstick, but not from the cold. Rather, it was from the way his stomach had bottomed out and his head span when he kicked off the ground and took to the sky. Neil had briefly attempted to delay their challenge again, even going as far as claiming to feel poorly- which only added to Andrew’s conviction that he was, in fact, a werewolf. However all complaints stopped once he had a Quaffle in his hands.

Andrew had seen Neil play before; Kevin had begged Andrew to supervise enough of his games, terrified of another jinx cursing his broom and leading to an even worse accident. But Andrew had never seen Neil play up close before. If Andrew hadn’t been so focused on determining if Neil was a threat, he would have lingered a bit longer on the thought of how the wind swept his hair back and brought colour to his cheeks . The boyish, competitive grin on his lips pulled Andrew’s attention away long enough that he nearly missed blocking the first shot.

Neil zipped away on his broom to collect the rebounded Quaffle and returned to hover a few feet away from Andrew, concentration and concern now knitted into his features. Having his shot blocked by some nobody was most likely alarming for a rising star like him, and Andrew took great pleasure in the distress he had caused. When Andrew continued to whip around and effortlessly block each subsequent shot, Neil started to get angry.

“What the hell, Minyard? I thought you didn’t play!”

“I don’t,” he replied coolly. His gaze drifted to the horizon and his heart dropped into his gut when he remembered how high up he was, and he continued in order to distract himself from his unease, “I’ve been practicing in private with Kevin since first year. We have a deal.”

Neil was astonished, “Why don’t you play for Ravenclaw? You could go pro. None of the other Keepers at school can block my shots like that.”

Andrew simply shrugged one shoulder, the movement jostling him on his broom and making his vision swim. He didn’t need to tell Neil about his fear of heights. He already felt dangerously close to the edge of tumbling loose from his perch - verbalising it would be the final push.

“Are we going to talk or are we going to play?” he snipped back.

Neil didn’t need to be told twice. He tucked the Quaffle under his arm and darted out of sight, disappearing into the snowstorm in a matter of seconds. Andrew squinted into the dusk, trying to spot where he would be approaching from. With each passing moment, the nausea gurgled in his stomach forebodingly. His temples pounded and threatened to collapse the dark edges of his vision inwards. He couldn’t tell if the ringing in his ears was from the wind whistling by or if it was all in his head.

He finally spotted Neil hurtling towards him from below. Andrew jerked his broom to the side to block his shot, but swayed into the motion too hard, taking his balance with him. His grip slipped. He tilted too far. And then, he fell.

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Andrew came to in a dark place, the only light dimly provided by the moon pouring in through the frost-speckled windows. He sat up and the deep green Quidditch robe that had been keeping him warm slipped down to pool in his lap. He was in the Slytherin changing rooms, and he wasn’t alone.

Sat further down on the bench that he had been laying on was Neil. He was hunched over with his head in his hands, and he jolted upwards when he heard Andrew move.

“Thank Merlin. Are you okay? Did you break anything?”

Andrew frowned, but peeled off his gloves to flex his fingers, and then patted himself down to check for injuries. He didn’t remember hitting the ground, but he must have. His clothes had been nearly soaked from flying in the snow earlier, yet now they were magically dry, most likely due to a hot air charm.

“I know I should have taken you to Madame Pomfrey, but if they found out we were flying in this weather and you got hurt, I could get banned from playing for the rest of the season, and my offer from the Magpies depends on-”

Andrew cut him off, “Did you score?”

“What?”

“Before I passed out. Did you score, Wesninski?”

Neil flinched and fell quiet. Andrew became acutely aware of the moonlight painting pale strips across Neil’s scarred face. Andrew stood and pointed his wand at him.

“I’m not a werewolf,” Neil declared confidently, however his voice wavered as he continued, “But since you know that name, you know who my father is.”

His hands were trembling as he gestured to his cheek, “This wasn’t from the war. It was from him. He tried to turn me before he was sent to Azkaban.”

Andrew slowly lowered his wand, “But he escaped.”

“Yes,” Neil shuddered, and lowered his head back into his hands. Andrew recognised the resignation in his body as something all too familiar he had once felt himself.

“He’s coming for you, isn’t he?”

Neil nodded.

“Hogwarts can only protect you for so long,” Andrew pointed out coldly, “What are you going to do when you and Kevin graduate? Once a werewolf shows up at a match and your real name gets out, your career will be ruined. Kevin’s too, most likely. No team will want to be associated with a Death Eater family.”

“You don’t think I know that?” Neil snapped and ripped his hands away from his face, “You don’t think I obsess over this every fucking day?” He stood up, getting in Andrew’s space as his blood boiled. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to dispel the rumours after we studied werewolves in third year? I’d get so anxious on the nights of a full moon that he was coming for me that I couldn’t get out of bed. People noticed. And there’s only so long you can live in a dorm with four other guys before someone finds out you have bite marks on your body. I know my days are numbered, and I don’t need someone like you telling me.”

Andrew pushed two fingers into Neil’s chest to get him to back off. Something about the touch deflated him, and he crumpled back down onto the bench.

“You are a mess,” Andrew declared, “And you are creating problems for me.”

“This doesn’t involve you,” Neil hissed.

“Yes it does. I told you I have a deal with Kevin, didn’t I? I agreed to protect him. You are making that complicated by putting a target on his back.”

“Then uncomplicate it,” Neil retorted petulantly.

“Tell the Magpies you won’t accept their offer.”

“What?” Neil looked like he had been sucker punched.

“If you don’t play for them, Kevin won’t get caught in the crossfire,” Andrew explained dispassionately.

Neil stared at him in disbelief, “You’re insane. They’re the best team in the UK. I can’t turn them down. That would end my career even faster.”

“I don’t care about your career.”

“Well, I don’t care about your stupid deal you made with Kevin.”

They were at an impasse. Neither were willing to back down.

“I could expose you,” Andrew threatened.

“And risk dragging Kevin’s reputation down with me? We’ve been inseparable on the pitch since first year.” Neil reminded him. Andrew wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off his face.

“You are impossible,” Andrew sighed, and the last of his resistance left his body in one breath, “Unfortunately, as long as my deal with Kevin is in place, you are inextricably part of it.”

Neil narrowed his eyes at him, “What do you mean?”

“After we graduate, I will watch your back for one year. During that time, I will prevent your reputation, and thus Kevin’s, from being dragged through the dirt. Additionally, I will protect you from your father.”

Andrew didn’t miss the flicker of hope that widened Neil’s eyes, before they narrowed back in distrust, “What’s in it for you?”

“Starting from now, you will detangle yourself from Kevin’s life. So when our deal ends, if you go down, you will not take him with you.”

Neil fell silent as he considered the terms. Then, he stood and held out his hand. Andrew appraised it before carefully slotting his own into it.

“Deal.”

[ceruleanoctober]

A/A Perfect Strangers (3/?) ~AU Fic

The first few days were like a honeymoon period. Everything seemed great. Andy helped out around the apartment. He didn't cook, but he picked up take out and insisted on paying for it, as a sort of thank you for all that she was doing for him, and for Lyric.

The two of them seemed to work well together, and April found herself growing more and more comfortable with Andy around with each passing day. He was a genuinely good guy, if a bit dense at times. Most of all, he put the needs of his daughter before himself, which was more than April could say for Ainsley's father.

She hadn't even heard from him. He hadn't contacted her at all, not even to ask about the baby. Not that she would have answered. As far as she was concerned, he gave up his rights the day he walked out on her. And as much as she didn't believe in fate or coincidence, she thought maybe it was a case of things happening for a reason, because if that son of a bitch had stuck around, she wouldn't have been able to bring Andy and Lyric home.

There was just one thing about Andy that grated on her nerves, and she knew she needed to say something to him because it was driving her crazy. The longer she let it go on, the more frustrated and annoyed she was starting to feel.

"Hey, Andy?" She said one night when she was ready to go to bed. Both girls were already down, and she wanted to try to sleep for a while before they woke up to feed again.

"Huh?" He glanced at her, half distracted by the cereal commercial on the TV.

She reached for the remote and put the volume on mute to try and pull his attention to her instead of the screen. She wasn't sure how he was going to react, and she didn't want him to be distracted. "I really need you to start cleaning up after yourself."

They'd had pizza for dinner. A paper plate, three napkins, and two beer bottles littered the table in front of him. Not to mention the candy wrappers, both on the plate and on the table around the plate. He had a bad habit of leaving that kind of trash behind. She didn't think it was an unreasonable request. Hopefully he wouldn't either.

His eyes scanned the mess in front of him. "Oh. Yeah. Sure." He nodded and scratched at his stubbled chin. He knew he'd been leaving his trash around, and that April must have been cleaning up after him, but he hadn't really thought about it. "I guess I'm just used to Ann..."

He stopped himself mid-sentence and sighed.

"I know you miss her and all, but I can't believe she'd clean up after you all the time." She didn't want to start a fight or bring memories to the surface, but she needed to confront this issue. it was literally the one legit complaint she had about him.

"She did, though." He rolled his shoulders. "I mean, I didn't sit around and do nothing, but you know."

April shook her head. "No, I don't know."

"Just, she did the dishes and stuff."

There was a certain suggestion in his tone, and April didn't like it one bit. "What, like the dishes are the woman's job or something?" She felt defensive, because that was about as sexist as a guy could get. Or maybe it was because she'd never thought of Andy that way before.

"No, I didn't mean it like that."

"How did you mean it?"

He looked almost mortified. She really wasn't sure what to think now. She knew he was a good guy, he'd proven that time and again in the short time that she'd known him. He'd been staying with her about a week and a half. He'd been nothing but a gentleman the entire time. And a bit of a slob.

"I don't know. I just. I'm sorry, okay? I'll do better."

She'd hit a nerve somehow. But he'd struck a nerve with her too. She supposed that was healthy in a relationship, though. Even if they were just friends. For now at least. She wondered what would happen when Lyric no longer needed to breastfeed. Would Andy move out, would April ever see them again?

She hated to think of that. Every time she fed Lyric, she felt a bond with her. Maybe it wasn't as strong as the bond she felt with Ainsley, but it shouldn't be. Lyric wasn't her child. She was Andy's. But there was a bond there, and it was strong and real and permanent. If Andy left and took Lyric away, it would feel like losing a child because that's exactly what it would be for her.

"Okay," she got to her feet. "That's all I'm asking," she said. She picked up the remote to hand it back to him. He took it, but instead of unmuting the sound, he turned the TV off. He set the remote down and started piling the trash up on the plate. "Andy, I didn't mean..."

"No, you made a good point, and I'm gonna show you I'm serious starting right now."

She mashed her lips together and nodded. She couldn't really argue. She didn't want to discourage him in any way. If he wanted to clean up now, she'd let him. And if she appreciated the way his muscles flexed while he gathered the trash, well, who could blame her?

He might not be the most fit and muscular guy around, but that was okay with her. He was tall, and his weight was pretty well distributed. He had a bit of a pudgy midsection, but she didn't find that unattractive. He had a pretty face, she liked his beard, and his curls, and his eyes were a lovely shade of green. He wasn't the snazziest dresser, but she didn't mind that most of his shirts were from the band he used to front before Lyric was born.

He put a napkin on top of the candy wrappers on the plate, then put the beer bottles on top of the napkin to hold it all down in place. Moving a few steps toward the kitchen, he seemed to notice that April was still there. He frowned at her. "Are you just going to stand there and watch me?"

She could have told him she liked the view. She started to, but didn't get past the first syllable. The words just seemed to stick in her throat, and instead of trying to force them, she took a step forward and kissed him. The flimsy paper plate in his hand gave out and all the napkins, wrappers, and bottles clattered to the floor. He let go of the plate, letting it fall with everything else.

She took a step back, hands moving to his shoulders to put some distance between them. "I'm sorry, I..."

His eyes moved over her face. She started to shake her head, but he moved that step forward to close the space between them, and his arms went around her as he leaned in to kiss her lips. Her hands dropped from his shoulders and slipped around his torso.

One of them made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper. She wasn't even sure if it was her or him. It didn't matter, it was appropriate and accurate and she gave a soft sigh as her body practically melted against his. She could have named a hundred reasons why this was a bad idea, but she didn't have the will to protest. Not when it felt so good.

Not when it was something she'd been thinking about for a while. Almost from the first day he came home with her. He was staying with her for his daughter's sake, and that would always come first. both babies were the priority, absolutely. But that didn't mean the two of them didn't have wants and needs too. And they were both adults, there was no reason they couldn't find comfort in each other's arms.

Except his girlfriend, the mother of his child, had died just two weeks ago. He was still trying to process that. Two weeks wasn't much time at all. Two weeks meant he was looking for a rebound. And rebounds hardly ever worked out. And if she did this, if she let anything happen between them, she was effectively putting Lyric at risk.

Which meant she had to put a stop to it. She had to make him stop before they ended up making out on the sofa. Damn it, why did it have to feel so good? She'd been alone for so long, and she kind of loved the way his big hands moved like feathers over her skin. She didn't want to push him away; she wanted to tumble to the couch with him and lose herself in his touch.

"Andy." She managed to get one hand between them, her palm flat on his chest. "Andy. This isn't..." She felt him tense under her hand. He pulled his head back, bright eyes looking down at her. "We have to stop."

He looked down at the floor, and without saying a word, knelt down to start gathering up the trash onto the plate again.

"Andy, I..."

"No, you're right. It's a bad idea." He didn't look up, but focused on his task. He lurched forward, moving around her legs to grab one of the bottles that had rolled away. He stood and quickly moved into the kitchen, throwing the trash away.

"Andy..."

"Good night, April." He never once looked back, but slipped into the bedroom that had been Ainsley's nursery but was now his and Lyric's room. April sighed heavily and turned off the lights and went to her room. She knew she wouldn't sleep, not after that. How could she?

Had she made a mistake? No. She knew she'd done the right thing. Sometimes the right thing hurt like a son of a bitch. She sighed and closed her eyes.

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[taexual]

GOT7 / College AU - Fake dating turns into real dating 1/2

REQUESTS:

Hiiii can a request a got7 fake dating to real dating au?

Hiii if you are up to it, would you be open to doing a got7 fake dating college au? With maybe like u guys make out for show but realize you have feelings for each other?

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PART TWO (Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, & Yugyeom) IS HERE

WARNING. some strong language.

Mark

Your ex-boyfriend was a dick. That was not an observation. It was a fact. Everyone on campus knew it, and at first, you enjoyed knowing that nearly every person you knew took your side after the break-up. However, three months later, you were kind of getting sick of the pitiful looks thrown your way, since others seemed to assume that you were so broken-hearted that you couldn’t date again, while your ex has moved on. Twice.

Well, fuck that. You decided you weren’t going to let them believe that you haven’t moved on anymore. Even though, in all honesty, you really haven’t. You wouldn’t have taken that asshole back, but you didn’t want a new boyfriend, either.

“I know just the solution for you,” your roommate exclaimed, clapping her hands together after you told her about your problem. “You need to pretend to be dating someone.”

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m not sure if that’s a solution.”

“Listen, it’s great. Just hold hands with someone a few times on campus and everyone will start talking,” she continued. “You won’t even have to do anything.”

“Um, okay, come back to Earth, please. How would I even find a guy to hold hands with?”

Your roommate smirked. “That’s why you’re lucky to be my friend. I know a guy who owes me a favor.”

And thus, for the next two hours, she proceeded to try to convince this guy to just hold hands with you a couple of times next week. Since it took her so long to convince him, you started to think that this guy secretly hated you or something.

Finally, your roommate announced that the guy agreed to this plan and so, the next day, he was supposed to pick you up from your dorm and walk you to your classes.

This plan seemed so stupid to you that ever since you woke up the next morning, you told yourself you wouldn’t even open the door when he knocked. Your roommate had already left for lectures, so she wouldn’t even know.

However, some indescribable force dragged you towards the door as soon as you heard a knock. Desperately trying to fix your hair – though you didn’t know why you even cared – you opened the door and froze for a good minute or two. The boy in front of you had bright red hair and features sculpted by Greek gods. Honestly, he took your breath away.

“Uh, are you Y/n?” he asked a little awkwardly.

You blinked your eyes. “Yes. Yes, I am. Y/n. That’s me.”

Suddenly, this plan didn’t seem so stupid anymore. If people had to assume you were dating someone who looked like that, you surely weren’t going to complain or tell them otherwise.

“Okay.  I’m Mark,” the red-haired boy introduced himself. “Can we head out?”

“Yeah, let me just grab a jacket,” you said. “So I could put a hood on.”

“Why? I thought you wanted people to see us.”

Your face suddenly caught on fire. “No. That was my roommate’s idea. I just kind of rolled with it and now I want to see what happens.”

“Ah,” Mark chuckled. “Okay. Let’s see what happens.”

The two of you excited your dorm room and headed towards the elevator. Both of you stayed quiet. The awkwardness of having just met was obviously in the air between you. Then, as soon as the elevator opened, Mark grabbed your hand, earning your confused look.

“Weren’t we supposed to hold hands?” he asked. “I’m just taking initiative.”

“Right,” you said, swallowing and trying to calm your beating heart down at the feeling of his warm hand in yours. “Initiative’s good.”

The two of you exited the elevator hand-in-hand and proceeded to walk out of the building and down the campus. You had your hood on and attempted to keep your eyes down at all times, but you could still feel people looking. Some of them even stopped. Others gave you not-so-subtle thumbs up. Either way, people noticed, which meant the plan worked.

Mark let go of your hand once the two of you reached the building where your class was.

“Same time tomorrow?” Mark asked.

You laughed at the absurdity. “Sure. Thank you for doing this.”

“Anytime,” he replied. “I’ve actually never been the fake boyfriend of anyone before, so it’s fun.”

You headed to your class with a stupid grin on your face. A grin, that you didn’t lose until you got home and your roommate basically pushed you against the wall, smiling like the Joker.

“It worked!” she announced. “Your ex stopped by the dorm twenty minutes ago, asking about you.”

You weren’t expecting that. “What?”

“I told him to talk to you, but I knew you had his number blocked,” she replied. “My plan was genius. The entire campus is talking about you. Keep it up!”

Suddenly, you realized, that you haven’t specified how long you’d have to be pretending to be going out with Mark, but you chose not to worry about that now. The plan worked so well that even your ex-boyfriend heard about this, despite you and Mark only holding hands for less than fifteen minutes.

The next day, Mark was at your door again. This time he was smiling widely.

“So, the plan worked, huh?” he asked, while you locked the door of your dorm.

“Apparently,” you said. “Are you okay with this?”

He shrugged his shoulders and the two of you headed towards the elevator. “I don’t mind.”

As soon as the elevator door opened and Mark was already on his way in, you froze. Your ex-boyfriend was standing right in front of you, an expectant look on his face.

“Y/n,” he said. “I was just on my way to see you.”

Mark raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him, but you were sure he understood who this guy was without having to tell him, because you looked as if you’ve seen a ghost.

“Too bad,” you said. “I’m on my way to class.”

“Is that the guy?” your ex-boyfriend ignored you and nodded at Mark. “Your rebound.”

“He’s not my rebound,” you replied.

“He’s not? So, what? Are you two just pretending to date so I’d get jealous?”

You were. And now that he said it out loud, it sounded really pathetic.

“You wish,” Mark said before you even opened your mouth. “Now, would you excuse us? We were kind of on our way.”

Your ex laughed loudly and then turned to look at you again. “Seriously, Y/n. Drop the act. It’s stupid.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” you said nonchalantly. “Mark is my boyfriend and—”

“Prove it.”

You thought you had stopped breathing. Trying to hide the fear in your eyes, you looked at Mark, who was glaring at your ex, but then turned to look at you.

He gave you a small smile. “If he insists we put on a show, let’s put on a show.”

You hadn’t even fully understood what he meant by that, until you felt his soft lips press against yours. Fireworks immediately went off in your head and you swore you had melted even though he hadn’t even moved his lips yet.

Once you responded to the kiss, however, you heard your ex-boyfriend clear his throat. You and Mark both pulled away from each other and turned to look at your ex who had clenched his jaw and looked very unhappy in general.

You tried to hold back your smirk.

“Was that good enough or would you like to see more?” Mark asked with a cocky grin.

Your ex-boyfriend just rolled his eyes. “Whatever. You downgraded, Y/n.”

He tried to exit the elevator dramatically, but you blocked his way.

“No, actually,” you said, keeping aggressive eye contact with him. “I don’t think it’s possible to downgrade from you.”

“You fucking—”

“Weren’t you on your way?” Mark interrupted your ex before he could finish his obviously degrading remark.

He glared at Mark one more time before walking away, while you and Mark watched him go with smirks on your faces.

“We make a great team,” Mark said, taking your hand even though you weren’t even outside yet.

“We do,” you said with a small smile, as the elevator door opened again. “Thank you for doing this for me, Mark. This could have been very embarrassing.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Mark replied, stepping into the elevator with you. “That’s what fake-boyfriends do.”

You laughed. “Fake-boyfriend sounds like quite an occupation.”

“I know,” Mark nodded. “Though I’d prefer to just be called boyfriend.”

You thought you misunderstood him, so with a racing heart, you looked up at him and saw a shy smile on his lips and sincerity in his eyes.

“Well,” you said, looking away and trying to remain confident. “That can be arranged.”

“Oh?” Mark’s voice was visibly happier now. “Then how about we arrange something this Friday, say, at 6 o’clock? I promise I’ll hold your hand again.”

You laughed. “It’s a date.”

JB

Ever since you started college seven months ago, you’ve only attended a handful of parties. It just wasn’t your thing. The only times you did go to parties were when your roommate was going, or when one of the guys from your class, Jaebum, was going to be there.

You low-key had a crush on Jaebum ever since you first laid your eyes on him, and then he proved to have an incredible personality, too, so you were stuck crushing on him and not daring to make the first move.

The party that you were at tonight consisted mostly of people from your year, and yet you only knew a couple of them. A nice, quiet girl who somehow always got really drunk at frat parties, and Jaebum.

“Y/n,” Hunter, one of the drunk hosts, suddenly addressed you. You hadn’t even realized that he knew your name. “Answer me this: how many boyfriends have you had this year?”

Suddenly glad for the low lighting in the room that made it difficult for people to notice that you were blushing, you looked down.

“Why does it matter?” you asked awkwardly.

“Because I want to suggest playing Never Have I Ever,” he said. “But I feel really bad for you because you’d lose the game right away. Like, literally right away.”

Blushing even harder, you tried to find what to say. You heard some people in the room laugh and that made it even harder for you to come up with a response.

“Don’t be a dick, Hunter,” Jaebum’s voice was heard, then, and you saw him make his way towards you.

“I’m just saying it how it is,” Hunter proceeded. “She probably hasn't even had a boyfriend in her life.”

“Why would it be a problem if I hadn’t?” you suddenly found your voice.

Hunter just laughed at this. Loudly. Mockingly.

“Sweet, innocent, Y/n,” Hunter said then. “It wouldn’t be a problem at all, it would be the reality. The real surprise would be if you actually had a boyfriend.”

You couldn’t understand why Hunter started to attack you like that in the first place, but it hurt. It hurt even more when the entire room seemed to go quiet after he said this. You were waiting for laughter anytime now.

“You know what, Hunter?” Jaebum was the one who broke the silence. “You’re right a lot of times. But this is not one of them.”

Hunter frowned in confusion. “What are you talking a—”

But Hunter was forced to shut up before he finished his sentence. You shut up, too, because Jaebum’s lips were suddenly on yours. With your heart doing backflips at this foreign feeling, you kissed him back and felt Jaebum smile into the kiss, sliding his hands around your waist.

A few seconds later, you pulled away from him to take a breath, feeling as if you were about to suffocate from the overwhelming amount of different feelings you were experiencing.

“Wow,” Hunter said, clapping sarcastically. “You could, of course, do better, Jaebum, but hey. One girlfriend is better than no girlfriend, even if she’s—”

“I dare you to finish that sentence, Hunter,” Jaebum said, glaring at him.

“Okay, geez,” Hunter rolled his eyes, turning to the other people in the room who stayed quiet all through this exchange. “Let’s leave the lovebirds. There’s booze in the kitchen.”

Once everyone exited the room, you looked up at Jaebum, who was still holding you in his arms.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” Jaebum answered.

“Oh,” you said, feeling a whole bunch of butterflies erupt in your stomach. “Do that again.”

Jaebum laughed before leaning into you. “I’d love to.”

It seemed like the rest of the world faded away as soon as he connected your lips again. You didn’t even know how long you’ve been kissing, but when you finally pulled away, both suffering from breath shortage but with glittering eyes, you realized that maybe it was time to end the party and head home.

Jaebum walked you back to your dorm, kissed you once again, and then left after a quick goodbye. He didn’t specify what the kiss meant or what would happen next, and you didn’t dare to ask. You just went to bed, replaying the kiss in your head over and over again.

The next day, still in a daze from all that happened last night, you woke up because of your phone vibrating continuously. Groaning, you picked it up to see twelve new Facebook messages, some of them from people you haven’t even heard of before.

Immediately opening your eyes wider, you unlocked your phone and quickly scrolled down the new messages. You quickly came to a conclusion that every single person who was at the party last night watched you and Jaebum make out as if you were the free entertainment for the night, because every text you received went along the lines of, “congratulations! I didn’t even know you and Jaebum were dating! You’re such a cute couple!”

You didn’t know what to do. Technically, you and Jaebum weren’t dating. You just kissed. Multiple times.

So, should you text every one of these people and tell them that they were wrong? Or, perhaps, should you just let them assume whatever they wanted to assume?

Suddenly realizing that you didn’t owe an explanation to any of these people, you just ignored every single one of them and went on with your day.

However, people weren’t going to give up that easily. You received three different notes in class, asking how long you and Jaebum were a couple. Then, on your way home from class, you were approached by two girls who wanted to know if you could introduce them to Jaebum’s friends. Politely excusing yourself, you basically sprinted back to your dorm.

You didn’t expect a simple kiss to cause so much drama, and you needed to talk to Jaebum about this.

However, after you gathered enough courage to dial his phone number and actually call him, you were greeted by his voice-mail.

“Hey, I’m probably busy studying for a test. Leave a message and I’ll try to get back to you.”

You waited for the beep and then took a deep breath.

“Hey, it’s Y/n,” you said. “Weird things are happening. Call me back, okay? Bye.”

You hung up the phone and sat down on your bed, naively hoping for him to call you back right away. But that didn’t happen. In fact, you did your homework, took a shower, watched half the season of your new favorite k-drama, and Jaebum still hadn’t called you back.

Really annoyed that he just disappeared like that, you went to bed, hoping that tomorrow he’d finally call you and people would stop randomly approaching you on campus.

That did not happen, though.

You spent another day avoiding people who seemed to think that they were entitled to know the deeds of your and Jaebum’s “relationship.” They kept telling you that you and Jaebum looked really cute at a restaurant last week where they “saw” you, even though you have never hung out with Jaebum one-on-one.

Deciding that you’ve had enough, you headed towards Jaebum’s dorm. If he wouldn’t talk to you, you’d tell everyone that this relationship was fake. There was no point to enjoy a fake relationship if he actually ignored you in real life.

Jaebum’s roommate opened the door for you, and a smile immediately spread across his face.

“Where’s Jaebum?” you asked, not even trying to cover up your frustration.

“Ooh, trouble in paradise?” his roommate teased. Your expression didn’t change. “I see. He’s at the library. I’m pretty sure he only came back to the dorm to sleep and then left again.”

Suddenly you started to feel guilty. Jaebum was just busy studying, he wasn’t ignoring you on purpose or hanging out with other girls. And even if he was, who were you to tell him to stop? He wasn’t your actual boyfriend, even if others seemed to think he was.

And yet, you still made your way to the campus library, hoping that Jaebum will have at least a few minutes to spare so you could talk to him.

Once Jaebum saw you in the library, his face lit up and he closed the book that he was reading almost automatically. He stood up and walked up to you with a smile.

“Hey,” you said. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry. I have an important test on Thursday,” he told you. “I’ve been studying non-stop.”

You nodded, understanding. “Yeah, your roommate told me I’d find you here. Listen, can we talk? I promise I’ll be quick.”

You saw concern flash across his face. “Sure.”

Both of you sat down at the furthest end of the table so you wouldn’t disturb anyone else.

“People have been acting really weird ever since the party the other night,” you started, trying to choose your words carefully.

“What do you mean?” Jaebum asked.

“They’ve been approaching me on campus – and by ‘they’, I mean random strangers – and telling me that they support my relationship.”

“What relationship?”

“Exactly!” you said a little louder and earned a glare from a nearby librarian. Quickly muttering an apology, you continued to talk quieter. “They think I’m dating you.”

Jaebum smiled instinctively. “You’re not?”

You didn’t expect him to ask this, so you looked away to take a moment and recover from the frantic beating of your heart.

“I don’t understand the question,” you said finally.

Jaebum laughed. “You’re really adorable when you’re this flustered.”

“I’m not—just explain what you mean,” you said, covering your blushing cheeks with your hands and making him laugh again.

“I mean exactly what I said,” he said. “Why would we not be dating?”

“Because we’ve literally never been on a date?”

“We’re on one now.”

Your eyes widened. “Since when?”

“Since you came here,” he said, looking down. “Because I’m not letting you leave.”

“Oh, so I’ll be stuck watching you study, huh?” you asked, a little more confident now that you saw how shy he just got.

“I can’t come up with anything that’d be more fun than that,” Jaebum replied teasingly. “I promise I’ll kiss you if you get bored, to make this a little more enjoyable for you.”

You smiled at this. “I’m bored now.”

Jackson

All of your friends were in relationships. They told you they didn’t want to date anyone so they could focus on their studies, and yet, three months into college, all three of them were already taken.

“Y/n, being in a relationship while in college is so much better than just dating every random person you see,” one of your friends told you. “Let me set you up with one of my boyfriend’s friends.”

“No thanks,” you told her.

“Y/n! You need to go on a date!” another friend exclaimed. “We’ll find you a boyfriend.”

“I don’t—”

“Come on,” the third friend joined in. “Being in a relationship is great. Just let us set you up with someone.”

“Yeah, Y/n. We can all hang out together.”

“We can go on triple dates! Imagine how fun that’d be.”

“I’ve already texted one of my friends and he said he’s free this Friday. You’re going on a date.”

You stood up from your seat and closed the book that you were reading. “I can’t.”

“Why?” your friend asked. “Are you busy?”

Beyond annoyed with their constant wish to find you a boyfriend, you came up with the perfect way to get them to stop bothering you.

“Sort of,” you said.

“With what?”

“With whom,” you corrected and smiled mischievously. “I might already have a boyfriend.”

That wasn’t true, of course. You weren’t even looking for a boyfriend, and you thought boys weren’t looking for you, either.

Your friends proceeded to yell, scream, and complain that you haven’t told them when you found a boyfriend. They insisted on meeting him, but you managed to convince them that he wasn’t in town right now. They asked if he’d be back next week during the frat party that one of your friend’s boyfriend was hosting, and you – not giving it much thought – said that he would.

Unfortunately, the party came earlier than you expected and you were still single. At first, you had thought that you’d manage to convince some random guy to go to the party with you and pose as your boyfriend, but then you got so overwhelmed with studies that you completely forgot about it.

And when you remembered it, it was already Friday, and you only had a few hours before the party. Your friends kept reminding you how excited they were to finally meet your boyfriend, and you knew you couldn’t come up with another excuse, or they’d understand that something’s wrong.

Trying not to lose your cool, you decided to show up to the party alone, and when your friends asked where your boyfriend was, you’d tell them he’s in the bathroom. And when he would still not be back thirty minutes later, you’d tell them he must have diarrhea or something equally as attractive. That ought to make them stop asking questions.

Your plan backfired as soon as you stepped a foot inside of the party, however. What you haven’t considered was the fact that your friends have already told almost everyone they knew that you were in a relationship. Which is why, even before you managed to get yourself a drink, three people asked you where your boyfriend was.

“I wish I knew,” you mumbled under your breath, trying to make your way past the crowds of people, looking for your friends.

You found them in the middle of the room, surrounded by a ton of other people you didn’t know. You instantly changed your mind about approaching them. But just as you turned away to walk in a different direction, you heard your name being called.

“Y/n!” one of your friends shouted. “Come here!”

Groaning, you turned around and made your way towards them with a fake smile.

“You’re finally here!” another friend said, immediately giving you a hug. “So, where’s the lucky guy?”

In my dreams, you wanted to say but kept your mouth shut.

“I lost him as soon as I entered,” you said, laughing for more effect. “He’s here somewhere. Do you mind if I go look for him?”

“Of course! Go find him, and then finally introduce him to us!” your friend said. “This is so exciting!”

This was the furthest thing from exciting to you.

Panicking again, you walked away from the crowd of people and found an empty bathroom. You locked the door and turned around to stare at your reflection in the mirror for a moment, hoping to come up with a way out of this situation.

You could always admit that you lied about having a boyfriend, but you figured it was too late for that now. You’ve answered hundreds of questions about where you’ve met and how long you’ve been seeing him, and it’d be awkward to tell your friends that all of that was a lie.

And honestly, at this point, you weren’t even sure if these girls were your friends anymore. Ever since they found boyfriends, they’ve been hanging out less and less with you. Not to mention the pressure for you to get a boyfriend. Did real friends do that?

Taking a deep breath, and deciding that this might be the end of your friendship with them, you opened the door of the bathroom and… heard someone yelp in pain.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, noticing a fair-haired boy covering his face with his hands. You had clearly just opened the door right into his face. “Are you okay? Do you want me to get you some ice?”

“I’m—”

“Y/n!” your friend’s intoxicated voice interrupted the boy before he could answer. “There you are! Did you find your boyfriend?”

“Can you wait one second?” you asked her. “I just opened the door right into—”

Your breath hitched and words failed to leave your mouth when you turned around to look at the boy and he had removed his hands from his face. He looked like someone who stepped right out of your dreams.

“Y/n?” your friend’s voice called out again. “So… the boyfriend? When can we meet him?”

You swallowed, watching the boy in front of you raise his eyebrows at you.

“Do you actually have a boyfriend?” he asked, quietly.

Two things surprised you. Number one: the depth of his voice. You almost swooned. And number two: the fact that instead of yelling at you for hitting him with the door, he was about to bust your ass for lying to your friends.

You looked down, not answering his question.

“Y/n!” your friend called again. God, she was persistent. “Who are you talking to?”

You had no idea, and were about to turn around and walk away, pretending to still be looking for your boyfriend, when the fair-haired boy walked around you and stopped in front of your friend.

“Hi,” he said, extending her a hand. “I’m Jackson, Y/n’s boyfriend.”

What did he just say?

With cold running through your body, you turned around to see your friend’s shocked face. She shook Jackson’s hand and then glanced over his shoulder to look at you.

“Nice to meet you,” she said in a confused voice. “I think I’ve seen you around, though.”

“Not sure if that’s possible,” Jackson said. “I’ve been away a lot.”

He was pulling this out of his ass, and yet everything he said coincided with every lie you’ve told your friends. Was this boy a mind-reader or did you just give him a major brain concussion when you hit him with the door, and he had no idea what he was doing now?

“Yeah, Y/n mentioned that,” your friend said. “Anyway, it’s really great to finally meet you. Come to the kitchen, we’re all hanging out there.”

“Thanks, we’ll be there,” Jackson answered. “Just give us a moment.”

Your friend nodded and gave you a supportive smile before turning around and walking back to the kitchen.

Jackson turned around to face you with a smug smile, while you stood there, 90% sure that your jaw was on the floor.

“What… exactly did you just do?” you asked him after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“I’m not sure,” Jackson said. “But I think I just saved you from having to admit to your friends that you don’t actually have a boyfriend.”

You grimaced. “Right. I meant why?”

“You looked really distressed,” he replied with a shrug of your shoulders. “Even more distressed than when you realized you just hit me with the door.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you said, biting your lip and realizing that you were really in debt for this boy that was just a stranger to you moments ago, but now suddenly he was your boyfriend in the eyes of your friends. “And I’m sorry for pulling you into this mess. You realize they’ll always see you as my boyfriend from now on, right?”

“I know,” Jackson said. “It’s cool.”

“Cool,” you replied lamely. “I feel like I owe you after I almost broke your nose and then suddenly turned you into my fake-boyfriend.”

Jackson laughed at this. “There’s a way for you to repay me.”

For some reason, you didn’t really like the way this sentence sounded.

“How?” you asked nevertheless.

“Go on a real date with me,” he said.

You laughed. “Wow, I really hit you with that door good.”

“I’m serious,” Jackson said, without a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Why would we pretend to be dating when we can actually date?”

“You really want to go on a date with a girl who lies to her friends about having a boyfriend?”

This got him to smile.

“Actually, yeah,” he said. “I want to hear all about how that happened. And, hey, it’s not like you’re in a position to say no to my offer. Not after the way you injured me with the door.”

“You seem fine to me,” you replied, not able to resist to smile.

“But the emotional damage!” he exclaimed dramatically. “I could really sue you for this.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Are you saying you’ll sue me if I don’t go on a date with you?”

Jackson shrugged his shoulders. “I’m saying I could.”

“Fine,” you said. “But just because I already told my friends I have a boyfriend, so I have nothing to lose.”

“You really don’t,” Jackson agreed. “But you’ll gain a lot.”

“Are you always this cocky?”

“Only around girls who hit me with doors.”

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DTM 2

Title: Royal Rebound Pairing: USUK/some FrUK Words: 4,253 Rating: T AU: Royalty Genre: Romance/drama/humor Summary: After being dumped by his boyfriend of two years, Spadian Prince Arthur Kirkland uses one of Spades’ most famously improper aristocrats in order to make him jealous. But perhaps the man he’s using is the man he truly wants…  A/N: This is a long one! Struggled with it a little so it’s kinda rushed at parts but I hope y’all enjoy!! 

Despite numerous attempts to remain calm, Arthur was near explosion only halfway through the ball.

It was the first one he’d held since his recent break up with the Prince of Diamonds, Francis Bonnefoy, and although Arthur would have preferred him not to be there, he was required to invite the nobility from every kingdom with whom Spades was on good terms with. The mere thought of seeing Francis at a Spades ball sent Arthur reeling. He couldn’t tell whether he wanted to punch the man or kiss him, but seeing as he could do neither, he was going positively mad.

The Prince of Diamonds had broken up with the completely unsuspecting Arthur just shy of their two year anniversary. It had left both Arthur and the whole of Spades and Diamonds heartbroken; he and Francis had been the “it couple” of the kingdoms before they’d even officially announced their relationship. Both Princes were beloved by the kingdoms, and their parents had thought of a marriage that resulted in a Spades-Diamonds merger as a certainty. Thus, Arthur was left completely shocked when Francis severed their bond, claiming he no longer felt a connection with Arthur. They had waited a few days to tell the press—mainly because Arthur had refused to believe it at first.

When they did release a statement, the news spread rapidly. Within a week every kingdom was well aware of their breakup, and nobility and common folk alike had sent gifts of condolences to both Princes, the amount of which had taken up an entire room of Spades Palace.

Francis had recovered from the break up quickly; hell, he’d barely seemed upset in the first place. Arthur, however, had been inconsolable. Unlike the Prince of Diamonds, he’d been—and still was—madly in love.

Though he’d tried his best to move forward, the sight of Francis with a pretty woman from Clubs under his arm as he entered the ball made Arthur want to scream. Though it was a Spades ball, the Prince had spent the majority of his time leaning against the wall trying not to get caught glaring daggers at Francis and his date, neglecting his duties as a host.

“Your highness?” A voice suddenly sounded from beside Arthur, and the Prince turned toward it.

He was immediately met with the strikingly handsome face of Alfred Jones, the son of a Duke and a member of the Spades court. Though Arthur hadn’t often spoken with him, he was well aware of Alfred; the man was something of a Spadian celebrity due to his attractiveness, boyish charm, and tendency to get himself into situations ranging from gossip-worthy “scandals” ranging from secret travels abroad, hidden investments in activist groups, and various flings.

Over all, the young man was the perfect example of what Spadian nobility was not to be. While Arthur admired the American’s commitment to activism and the extraordinary kindness he was well-known for, he was often put off by the man’s complete outrageousness. Alfred was extremely obnoxious, speaking loudly and laughing even louder. He cared little for social classes and was often found befriending anyone he seemed interested in. Furthermore, he had a habit of getting caught with marijuana or alcohol—both of which were not illegal in Spades as long as the individual was eighteen or older, but were seen as improper and very much a “lower-class” habit. Among Spadian aristocracy, marijuana was never touched and alcohol was only present at balls or parties, usually only wine or champagne.

Arthur pursed his lips and raised one thick brow, gazing up into the strikingly tall man’s face. “Yes?” He asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.

Oblivious to the Prince’s distaste, Alfred grinned down at the man. “Listen, I, uh, I heard about you and his highness the Prince of Diamonds. I know it’s a little soon ‘cause y'all only broke up a couple of weeks ago, but I just wanted to let you know that if you’re ever interested in having some fun, I’d be happy to take you out. And I totally get it if you don’t want to, man, seriously. Just figured I’d put myself out there.”

Arthur shifted, an amused smile set upon his face. He was prepared to tell the younger man how delighted he would be to go out with Alfred as soon as the man found his brain when he noticed that most of the room was looking at them, including Francis. Arthur’s snarky smile shifted to a sweet one, realizing that Alfred’s company was a sure-fire way to make Francis incredibly jealous.

“That sounds wonderful, darling,” purred Arthur. “When?”

Alfred seemed somewhat surprised, bright eyes going wide before a sly grin slipped onto his face. “Really?”

“Did you think I would say no?” Arthur inquired.

Alfred rolled his broad shoulders. “Kinda, yeah. I mean, you have a reputation for being kinda stodgy and boring, and I know you’re not a big fan of my lifestyle… But, hey, it’s good to have some fun sometimes, isn’t it? I mean, the pressure on you and Francis must have been fucking insane. People were always talking about you two getting married one day.”

Arthur tried not to let the sudden dropping of his heart show. Alfred had been correct that it was a lot of pressure, but Arthur had never asked for release from it. In most cases, he’d welcomed the pressure of his parents and kingdom, thinking that it had solidified his and Francis’ relationship and meant a promise of a lifetime spent together.

“You know, darling, you are exactly right,” Arthur purred. “I’ve disapproved in the past, but I’m interested in learning a few things from you now.” The Prince lied with a coy smile, watching Alfred’s face light up.

The two spent the rest of the ball practically attached at the hip. Alfred spoke about whatever idiotic subjects crossed his mind while Arthur pretended to listen and responded occasionally, his arm wrapped tightly around Alfred’s waist. He spent the majority of the evening taking vehemently at Francis until the man looked away, at which point Arthur would turn his gaze toward Alfred and feign vehement interest in whatever the man was speaking of.

Had it been anyone else, Arthur would have felt guilty about using them to make someone else jealous. However, seeing as it was Alfred—a man Arthur had no respect and little patience for—he saw no problem with using Alfred. After all, the man was a well-known playboy; perhaps playing him the way he often played others would give him a taste of his own medicine. Besides, Francis had never liked Alfred much either, claiming that the American had no appreciation for the finer things in life. Surely seeing his ex under the American’s arm would drive Francis mad with jealousy.

By the end of the night, Francis had approached the pair and greeted both of them, although his gaze never left Arthur’s face.

“You look well, Arthur,” Francis said.

Arthur’s heart beat madly in his chest, but he contained himself and let his hand run down Alfred’s arm, trying not to smile when Francis’ eyes followed his movement. “Yes, well, Alfred has kept me throughly entertained tonight.” He lied once more, grinning up at the American.

Francis looked between the pair, a glint of anger in his eyes. “Well, I’m glad to hear it. The ball has been lovely, your highness. Thank you for inviting us.” Francis said in reference to himself and his date, who Arthur had only just realized was standing beside the man.

With that, Francis left. Arthur’s stomach dropped and he watched the man with a dejected frown, his shoulders slumping. Oblivious, Alfred tugged him closer and began speaking animatedly about some other subject while Arthur attempted to tune him out as best as he could.

From there, Alfred and Arthur began what Arthur could only describe as a “friends with benefits” relationship. While they hadn’t yet slept together (and, to Arthur’s great surprise, Alfred hadn’t yet brought it up), they both received something from the other. Alfred, the company and flirtations of the Prince of Spades, and Arthur, an artificial relationship that would surely drive Francis mad.

Within two weeks, the press had been filled with stories of the pair on various outings together—they’d seen each other three times since the ball, all per Alfred’s request.

The first date had been a nightmare; Alfred had taken Arthur to a theme park and dragged a reluctant Arthur onto several roller coasters, only to laugh at the Brit afterward for being a “scaredy cat”. The second date had been better. Alfred seemed to have been paying attention to what little person information Arthur offered, and chose something more his speed—a high-end restaurant. Though at first Arthur had dreaded sitting down with Alfred for over an hour with no other distractions, it had gone relatively well. Francis was still always in the back of his mind, but the date had been the first time Arthur had even been able to take Francis away from the forefront of his attention. Alfred was a surprisingly good conversationalist, and the kindness he was known for was abundantly true—Arthur had ended up speaking his fair share, and Alfred seemed sincerely interested in Arthur.

The third date, though, blew the other out of the water. Not only did Alfred arrive early and with a bouquet of red roses—Arthur’s favorite—in hand, but he’d claimed to have a fantastic surprise for the Brit. He took them out of the city and into a rural area of Spades, happily showing Arthur a small bookstore-cafe hybrid tucked in the center of a gorgeous and extensive garden.

Arthur had been astonished by the American’s thoughtfulness as he stepped into the quaint store, which sold only the classics and smelled of old binding, to Arthur’s utter enchantment. Alfred had trailed Arthur patiently throughout the store and listened was Arthur excitedly showed Alfred book after book, trying his best to understand the complex plots the Prince described and remaining interested throughout it all. Afterward, Alfred had paid for all of the books Arthur wanted and lunch, which they ate while sitting at a secluded table hidden behind the branches of a weeping willow.

And Alfred had kissed Arthur for the first time. Arthur had wrapped his arms around the American’s neck and tugged him closer, thinking of nothing else but the man holding him.

Of course, the press had managed to ruin the moment. The rapid click of camera shutter tore the pair away from the moment and toward the several reporters pushing through the branches to photograph them.

“That’s our cue!” Alfred had cried, laughing as he took Arthur by the hand and rushed him back to the car, driving off.

It was only after Arthur and Alfred spent another month together that Arthur realized he was getting off track. He and Alfred had been going out several times a week and Arthur had been thoroughly enjoying himself, up until he realized that he had completely forgotten to watch for Francis’ reaction to his new relationship.

He’d been so wrapped up in Alfred, he’d completely forgotten he’d ever wanted Francis back. Even when he realized he’d lost sight of his original goal, it was hard to see it as a problem. He and Alfred were growing closer every day, and the more time he spent with the American, the more he liked him.

When they were together, Arthur forgot that Alfred was a rebound—the one he was supposed to be using to get Francis back. No, Arthur had come to see their relationship as a genuine one, and his admiration of Alfred increased daily.

Of course, his domestic bliss wasn’t to last long.

Francis visited Arthur at the castle carrying tulips in his hand. When Arthur opened the door, he stepped in and embraced the Brit, immediately beginning to speak rapidly.

Frowning, Arthur pushed him away. “Francis?” He asked, astonished. “What are you doing here?”

“Arthur, I came to talk to you,” Francis said , holding the tulips out to Arthur. The Brit frowned at them instead of taking them and so Francis merely set them on a nearby coffee table and continued. “Arthur, I am worried for you. Every week there is a new article about some sort of secret escapade you and Alfred went on.”

Arthur raised a thick brow, surprised. “And?” He asked.

Francis was gazing at him with pity and condescension in his eyes, his expression seeming to say, “oh, you poor man.” He sighed. “I know we are no longer together, but that does not mean I do not care any more. I want you to be happy, Arthur. Which is why I must tell you that dating Alfred in an attempt to make me jealous won’t work, and you shouldn’t do yourself nor him the dishonor of continuing this.”

Arthur folded his arms across his chest, annoyed. “You assume that I don’t sincerely care for him.”

“I know you don’t sincerely care for him. When you spoke of him, you clearly disliked him. We both know he is a brute with subpar intelligence and a talent for charming his way between people’s sheets. He’s not well-suited for you in any way.” Retorted Francis.

“You’re wrong,” Arthur huffed, gritting his teeth. “Alfred is bloody wonderful. He’s exciting and funny and, yes, perhaps a bit dim-witted from the outside, but in reality he is far more intelligent than most others, especially you. And regardless of whether or not our relationship was real or good for me—which it is—it is not your place to say. If you want so badly to be sure that I date exactly who you want me to, you shouldn’t have left me.” Arthur said, and found himself actually meaning it. He no longer cared whether Francis noticed he and Alfred—he only wanted to be with Alfred.

Francis shook his head. “Christ, Arthur, how stubborn are you? Are you that committed to a fake relationship?”

“Our relationship is not fake!” Shouted Arthur, his temper rising.

He couldn’t stand to have Francis standing in his home insulting him over his new relationship. The man who had slain his happiness months prior was coming back, sword in hand, to repeat his actions. Arthur couldn’t believe it—Francis had no claim to him anymore, didn’t have any right to be criticizing his relationship.

“Oh? You didn’t start seeing him to make me jealous?” Francis asked.

“Alfred may have started as a rebound, but it’s not like that anymore!” Arthur cried angrily.

“A-ha! So you were dating Alfred in order to make me jealous!” Francis hollered.

The door opened. Alfred was standing there, one hand on the doorknob and looking between Arthur and Francis. The bright, beautiful blue eyes Arthur had come to adore were wide and full of hurt, his brows pulled down and his plush lips sunken in a frown.

“Get the hell out, Francis!” Arthur yelled immediately, pointing toward the door.

Francis merely growled in return before shoving past Alfred and storming out the door.

Once he was gone, Alfred looked to Arthur. “…Artie?” He asked, and the heartbroken expression on his face killed Arthur. “Was I really just a way of getting back at Francis?”

“Alfred, I-I—No! God, no, darling, it was more than that to me, I swear,” Arthur insisted, speaking quickly.

Alfred didn’t believe him, shaking his head rapidly. “Was that why you didn’t care about the reporters? You wanted him to see it?!”

“No! Darling, it may have been that way at first, but I swear to you it’s not like that anymore! It hasn’t been like that in a long time! Our relationship may have started out artificial but I promise you that it couldn’t be more genuine now!” Insisted Arthur desperately.

“But you would’ve never been with me in the first place if it weren’t for the fact that you wanted him. Why’d you pick me, Arthur? ‘Cause I was an easy pick? Did you pick me because you knew I was too stupid to catch on? Because you thought I wouldn’t care about being tricked since I sleep with so many people?!” Cried Alfred angrily.

“Alfred, please, listen to me! I—I wish I could take back what happened. If I had known what a sweet, kind, amazing man you were—”

“But you didn’t! You just wanted to use me! Y-You lied to me! You probably just agreed to go out with me 'cause you knew it’d be in the press before you could blink! And the whole time I seriously thought I was so lucky to be seeing you! God, I can’t fucking believe I was stupid enough to believe that you would actually fucking care about me!” Alfred shouted, his voice loud and full of anger, his eyes glistening with wetness.

Despite knowing he was at fault, Arthur’s temper rose and he shouted back. “What the hell do you care, Alfred?! It’s not like you have a shortage of willing partners anyway! Surely I was just a particularly challenging notch in your bedpost.”

Alfred’s face twisted with anger. “Are you fucking serious, Arthur?! Yeah, I fucking slept around a lot, so what?! Just because I was causal with those people didn’t mean they didn’t each mean something to me, and you meant the most out of everyone! I tried so hard to make everything perfect because I seriously cared about you! And I never fucking pressured you, either, because there was no fucking concern for whether or not we did anything! Whether or not we slept together, I still wanted to be with you!”

“Honestly, Alfred, I have no idea what you thought would become of this. You knew I disapproved of your lifestyle, you knew I found you annoying, you knew—well, you knew we weren’t a good match! Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to pursue me?! Alfred, what the hell were you thinking?!”

Instead of getting angrier, Alfred looked as though all the fight had been drained from him. He was staring at Arthur with tears in his eyes, his face ashen and his shoulders slumped in defeat. “I thought we were falling in love,” he whispered, his words punctuated by tears.

Arthur’s face fell and he paused, watching the American walk to the door and open it. “Alfred—” Arthur was cut off by the door shutting behind Alfred.

It had only been a week since their breakup when Arthur saw Alfred again. Ironically, it was in the same place they’d begun their relationship—at a ball hosted in the grand ballroom of the Spades Palace. Alfred looked devilishly handsome in his navy blue suit, but the debonair smile which usually completed his look was surprisingly absent. Not only that, but he’d walked in with only his brother and his brother’s husband, Gilbert, for company—Alfred was rarely seen arriving at an event without someone under his arm.

Arthur, too, had decided not to bring a date as he wasn’t sure he could bear the thought of spending an entire evening in a romantic setting with someone who wasn’t Alfred. He wanted desperately to go talk to the man, but he was far too afraid of what the American would say to him. Arthur knew he’d be rejected—after all, he’d been absolutely horrible to Alfred before. How could he possibly expect the American to take him back after belittling the man when he expressed sincere love for him?

Thus, Arthur spent most of the ball speaking idly to different people, not truly caring for what anyone was saying and watching Alfred intently. It wasn’t until Francis sidled up beside Arthur that the Brit tore his eyes away from Alfred in order to glare heatedly at the Frenchman.

“What the hell do you want, frog?” He spat venomously.

Francis looked down. “I wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to hurt your relationship with Alfred.” He mumbled, sounding guilty.

“Oh, bugger off, Francis. We both know that’s a goddamned lie. You couldn’t stand that I was happy with someone else because you wanted me to waste the rest of my life pining after you.” When the Frenchman was silent, blue eyes widened in astonishment, Arthur rolled his eyes. “You’re impossibly transparent, darling. You want everyone to adore you and desire you, and you can’t stand it when someone doesn’t.”

Francis hesitated a moment more. Then, “…you are right, Arthur. I wanted you to desire me again and to be reminded of me. But not because I wanted you to pine after me forever. The more I saw you with Alfred, happy and smiling and clearly falling in love… The more I was reminded of what we used to be.

It was so, so wonderful, Arthur. I know we had bad times—obviously, that was why I left. But now I see we were just going through a rough patch. Had I stuck through it, we could have come out even stronger. I still think we can. If you give me another chance, I’d do anything to prove to you that I can be the man you need.” Francis finished, staring intently at Arthur.

For a moment, Arthur was too stunned to speak. Then, he shook his head. “No, Francis. I’m sorry, but our time apart made me realize some things too. I can’t accept your feelings. It would be a lie if I said I returned them.” He mumbled.

“But—But, Arthur, I love you!” Francis suddenly shouted, drawing the attention of the room as he took the Brit’s hands in his and tugged him closer. “Please, my love, I made a mistake! I want to be together again!”

Around the room, 'aww’s’ sounded, most of the party-goers clearly touched by Francis’ words. Arthur gulped, staring at the man as he thought. Hadn’t this outcome been the point of everything? He’d been with Alfred to get Francis back, and now he had him. Shouldn’t he want this? Yes, he was falling for Alfred—but they were clearly over, Arthur reasoned. No matter how much he cared for Alfred, they couldn’t be together any longer. Why wait for someone who he could never have when the man he’d wanted only a few short months ago was now begging for his affection? Arthur was free to be with Francis again; neither he nor Francis were seeing anyone else.

And yet, it felt wrong. Arthur knew he’d wanted this, but looking at Francis now confused him. Despite himself, he couldn’t seem to understand why he’d wasted so much time pining after the man. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for the man whom he wished was holding him in that moment.

Alfred was standing toward the edge of the room, his bright eyes wide in astonishment and fixed upon Arthur. The Brit met his gaze, staring at him with every ounce of affection he could muster. Alfred seemed to understand and his eyes filled with tears; whether from sadness or joy, Arthur couldn’t be sure, but he knew what he had to do.

He turned back toward Francis and took a deep breath in. “…I’m sorry, Francis. If you had done this months ago, things would have been different, but there was someone who was there for me when you weren’t. Someone who loved me even when you couldn’t. Francis, I—I never wanted to hurt you, but I’m in love with Alfred.” Arthur announced.

A collective gasp sounded from the crowd. Slowly, Francis released his hands. Without a word, the Frenchman turned on his heel and walked past the crowd, exiting. The rest of the party-goers were still whispering excitedly, watching Arthur navigate through the crowd and to Alfred.

The American’s eyes were still wide and watery, and he stared at Arthur in complete shock. “I thought you were going to take him back,” he whispered.

Arthur shook his head and reached up, wiping away his tears. “No, darling. I don’t want anyone but you. Your thoughts were correct, as usual: we were falling in love, and I still am. If you’ll have me, I’ll make it up to you in any way you like.”

Alfred beamed, throwing his arms around Arthur. The Brit was hoisted off of his feet and into Alfred’s bone-crushing embrace, both of them now laughing jovially. Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred in return, burying his face in the crook of the American’s neck and peppering his suntanned skin with kisses. Alfred squeezed him tightly, and Arthur knew that all would be well.

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Shift In Seasons - Winter

Modern Day Caspian AU

Warnings: PG 13

A/N: You thought I was going to let it live in sadness. No, I’m not that cruel…..at least not in this moment. And modern day Caspian is literally my only salvation at this point. Also doesn’t the above photo look like young college Caspian

The heat was overwhelming. It was taking up every crevice and nook that could be occupied in the large stadium space but no one paid any attention to it. Didn’t matter because the room was on fire.

The score on the board were nearing the triple digits and it was only the second quarter. Both teams had been on the heels of the other since the start of the game. Dark blue and silver clashed with the orange in black in the room, people of all ages yelling out for their teams in heated enthusiasm, cheering them on to no end.

And in the middle of all of this stood you.

You were on the wrong side of the bleachers upon Susan’s whiny request but that didn’t matter. You rocked the dark blue and silver jersey proudly as you sauntered up to her, catching cat calls and dirty talking. If she was going to make you dance with enemies better to do it wearing your team's armor. You had also thrown on a cute fitting sweater dress for afterwards, planning to go out and party and wanting something easy to change into.

“I said I would sit with you, didn’t say I’d sit and cheer for your team. Especially because Peter would kill me.”

She had scoffed, reminding you that just because you were dating her brother didn’t mean you had to be obnoxious about it. Which meant that you had to be just as much so just to get under her skin.

You both had been screaming at the top of your lungs, beers always filled as you laughed and joked among your neutral friends. It was why you had missed him, that long dark hair  that normally hung down his neck now cropped short, splayed in different directions from his hands running through his hair. Don’t know how you had missed the Xenos on the back of the jersey, the most unique last name in the history of the world, constantly being yelled out.

Probably because you were drunk and happy to see Susan in what seemed like months and your team was winning.

Exaggeration on the was. It was in the last quarter of the game, two minutes on the clock that the rebound had been thrown by Peter and intercepted by no other than Xenos himself. A beautiful throw swishing through the hoop as the buzzer signaled the end of the game had killed the hearts of many young Duke students and alumni in the gym. Susan was screaming at the top of her lungs, tugging at you as he turned toward you a huge smile on his face as Peter  high fived him before moving off so his teammates could celebrate with the man of the hour. You knew that smile. Knew those twinkling eyes, that chiseled jaw. Knew him.

Caspian Xenos the X. Only someone with a long ass pretentious name could be the star athlete at a pretentious school. Not like this ever caught up to Caspian. Instead he laughed along with teammates, high fiving strangers as he got carried to the locker room, his natural humbleness emitting off of him. 

Susan had only barely noticed that you were distracted, not overheated from your loss and had to mumble,

“What is it?”

You turn to her, shaking your head incredulously before letting out,

“You didn’t tell me that he transferred to Princeton.”

Her eyes tell you that isn’t the only secret she’s kept from you.

Caspian’s Perspective

The party, for all its hype and excitement, was dull. Sure they had beat a top ten school and sure that meant great things for them when they had to revisit playing them in the spring for March Madness but he was over it all. In all of his youthful lameness, he actually wanted to go back to his room and read a book, content by himself.

He never really was one for parties.

He only used to go to parties because you wanted to go, wanted to dance and socialize and be the light in a room of darkness and he had lived to make you happy.

But that was then.

He had to go to the party. Outside of being a top athlete and leader on campus, he had promised Susan. Though the details of their relationship were still muddled, he had promised her and no amount of awkward hook-ups could trump his loyalty to her as an old friend. And she had a surprise for him despite the outcome and he was curious.

Which was why he was slumped in a couch in a far off part of the house, sipping a beer slowly as he watched one of his teammates play a video game. Sure it was lame to play video games at a party but he had exhausted all of his social energy earlier and wanted to hide from all the women throwing themselves at him. 

There was obviously more problems he was not willing to deal with if he was trying to avoid women but he was going to attest it to tiredness.

“There you are!” Susan’s voice booming over the faint music of the frat house was what first grabbed his attention. Susan, for all her distinctive beauty, mingled with the rest of women who had been weaving in and out of the room and for a second he ignored.

Only for a second.

Because she wasn’t alone. On her heels, finishing a red solo cup and donning leggings and a tight fitting sweater dress was you.

You had worn your hair in a pony tail, trying to contain the curls on your head when you made contact with him.

And damn were you pissed.

“Heeeyyyy!” Susan squealed, wrapping her arms around him. She tried to deftly place a kiss on his lips but he maneuvered past it easily, his eyes never breaking from your own as you took in the scene.

Susan smelled of Southern Comfort and Coca-Cola and he wouldn’t be surprised if it was the same concoction in your cup.

“Look who I found.” Susan said in a sing song voice and he waved. Not a hello or how you’re done. Just one solid, awkward wave.

So the awkward dance began.

“Thought you were in Berkeley.” you say, placing the solo cup down and he shakes his head.

“Transferred in late October. Princeton offered a better sport scholarship.”

A nod.

“Thought you didn’t play basketball.”

He winces. That was true. And explained the start of your frustration.

“Changed my mind. Have a knack for it - like you said.”

Now you wince. Then there’s only silence, the sound of the bass and faint sound of gunfire prevailing over the space. The silence doesn't live long. Susan has picked up on the awkwardness of the situation and stands in front of both of you, drunkenly stomping her foot before exclaiming,

“Ok lets just put it out there. He moved back and we started hooking up. Figured it was fine since you were on again off again with Peter and when we started sleeping together you were back on with Peter. So Peter and i didn’t tell you - you said you didn’t want to ever know anything about him after graduation. Doesn’t mean we can’t all be friends now.”

The fire in your eyes says otherwise, your hands balling into fists says even more. He can't tell if you’re going to punch her or walk away but whatever has just happened probably had happened before as he catches that Peter isn’t around.

“Where is Peter?” he says naively again and you growl, shaking your head.

“Who knows. Probably getting drunk and bitching about me. We got into a fight because of you and how you always fuck things up.”

Then you turn on your heels and you leave, leaving you and Susan in the isolated room alone.

“Damn man, she is not your biggest fan.” his teammate comments and he can’t help but sigh and mutter,

“Shut up.”

He loses you for the rest of the night. Doesn’t know where you’ve snuck off to and if it wasn’t for Susan adamantly insisting that she was your ride, he wouldn’t stay. But he has to remedy what’s started.

When he confronts Susan about it, she smiles at him sheepishly, her cheeks toasty from the drink in her hand as she sways,

“I was tired of lying to her. And tired of you trying to figure out whatever the hell you’re trying to figure out with us and you.”

That had been two hours ago. Now it was nearing 1:30 and he was exhausted to his bones, the weight of the game finally catching up to him and his buzz from the beer transferring his energy to sleep. He’s walking out of the house, half asleep when he spots you. You're bundled up in a jacket, your arms around yourself with your phone in your hands. Obviously waiting for someone.

“Y/N? Are you ok?”

You turn to him, your long lashes blinking against your tear stained cheeks and he knows you're not. Knows those sad, Bambi eyes anywhere. Doesn’t know what compels him to take off his jacket to throw over you, the cold east coast air nipping at his skin in the darkness but he does.

He’s always hated seeing you cry.

“What happened?”

You roll your eyes to the sky, as if to will yourself from answering before you break down in tears and he’s drawing you closer to him, rubbing your back and shushing you.

“Susan left with some guy and Peter is drunk and pissed at me and I’m stuck in stupid New Jersey and I’m going to miss my train in the morning because I’m stuck in New Jersey at this stupid university with you.”

He chuckles at the last comment, drawing you closer before he pulls away and says,

“Listen, I know this isn’t ideal or anything. Being stuck with me in New Jersey but it's snowing again and it's cold and late and I’m more than happy to host you at my place.”

You throw him an incredulous eye as he continues in a hurried breath, “I can sleep on my fonton. My roommate is out and my bed is comfortable and it's just so I know you’re safe.”

You huff, looking back down at your dying phone before giving a slight nod.

“Fine. Ok.”

Reader POV

He was different. So similar in all the ways an old lover could be but so different. Mature. His growing shadow fit his jaw, peppering it so he looked more like a man than an insecure boy. His voice carried more weight in it, confidence and knowledge. He had been at Berkeley for two years, Susan had told you as you both took shots of cheap whiskey and coke in her car outside the frat house, before he decided to transfer back home. His dad had a heart attack and after that, well, he just wanted to be closer.

He had always been close to his family.

He pulls up to a small house that’s a ways back from the campus and you quirk an eyebrow.

Young 21 year old males didn’t live displaced from party town. They immersed themselves in it. As if knowing your thoughts he say softly, 

“I don’t like living on campus. Too many people trying to be in your business and always partying. I like being able to choose when I want to turn on my social self or not.”

You give a nod as he turns off his car, the black luxury jeep starting to cool off in the winter air.

“Seems odd for a guy who wants to discover himself.”

He gives a small wince, closing his eyes as he squeezes the steering wheel. It was a low blow but he never apologized for that night. Instead he ignored you. Ignored you for a whole goddamn year as you wallowed in grief publicly, ashamed of yourself. Angry at him.

“I owe you so much.” he finally whispers and you sigh, shaking your head.

“You don’t owe me a damn thing Caspian.”

You open up the passenger door, ignoring the way he curses under his breath as he follows you out of the car. Its peaceful where he lives, the snow falling quaintly on the frozen grass and he stuffs a hand in his pocket as he barrels for the door. He’s still only wearing a long sleeve as you’ve taken his jacket hostage. Not wanting to admit to yourself how you love the way you’re re-bathing in his scent again.

He unlocks his door quickly and you scurry behind him as he shuts it, the warmth of the house greeting you as he flicks on lights.

The house is small but surprisingly neat. A large plasma TV sits central in the room with a dark grey sofa. A lazy boy to the right. Some decorations of Europe and sports hang from the walls. The kitchen is also surprisingly clean and if it wasn’t for the random sport paraphernalia, you’d easily mistake that two college boys lived here.

“Trains may or may not run in the morning. Ice on the tracks. But you can stay here until Susan is ready to get you,” he walks to the kitchen as he begins to fill a glass of water and you shrug out of his jacket, hanging it on his coat rack followed by your own as you turn toward him. You kick off your boots before entering the house more. The room is spinning slightly and you’re mildly still feeling the buzz of your drinks but the confident elixir has now powered its way through your veins and you can’t help but spit out.

“Why didn’t you apologize?”

The question takes him off guard and his head snaps up at you, his dark chocolate eyes piercing into yours and he holds his breath. You think he’s not going to answer and then he says,

“I was ashamed. Ashamed that I broke your heart and I was being selfish for breaking your heart.”

“Just that?” you ask, trying to bite back the pain and he shakes his head slowly.

“And maybe….I don’t know….maybe I thought….we were going to break up at the end of the year anyways so why not get it over with.”

You roll your eyes, mad that all the pre-adolescent feelings were bubbling to the surface. You both were 21. You had to move on

“You don’t make those decisions on your own Caspian. You talk to the other person.”

“I know.” he mutters.

“Seriously. You don’t just choose  to stop loving the other person because you think it's the best decision for your relationship.”

“I know.” he says a bit louder and you cross your arms, rolling your eyes again in disbelief.

“Do you? Because that didn’t stop you from breaking me into an insecure little woman who dates Peter. Peter, who has the ego the size of Manhattan!”

“I KNOW!” he slams his fist on the countertop, dropping his head down. You’re taken aback by his outburst but stand your ground.

When he looks up at you, his face is calmer as he says in a crisp voice,

“I never wanted to break you. I just wanted you to be free of me while  I figured out how to be a man. Wanted to know how to be a full person so I could love you the right way when I was.”

The statement takes you off guard and you walk toward him, standing across from him in the kitchen. You lean against the counter top as you eye each other squarely, his jaw set in that way that always made you want to kiss it gently. You give a large sigh before saying,

“You were good enough for me.”

Something breaks between the two of you. Caspian strides over, grabbing your waist and pulling you flux toward his body. His lips fall down on you, caging you expertly as he kisses you. You sigh into it, relaxed and at home for what feels like years, your hands easily combing through his locks. He pulls away, tugging at your bottom lip before he whispers,

“You’ll always be too good for me. Too good because you’re perfect.”

Then he’s kissing you again, his tongue coaxing into your mouth as to tangle with yours. It slow and patient as he begins to push you backwards. His other hand finds your backside and lifts you easily, never breaking the kiss as he carries you to his bedroom.

You’re half aware of the flick of the lights in his room as he gently lays you down on the bed, hovering over you as his mouth leads a trail down to your neck. His hands catch under your sweater dress, breaking away fast enough to tug the thick material over your head. He takes just a moment to take you in, watching the way your breath rises and falls as you watch him nervously and he gives a soft smile before leaning down to kiss you,

“So beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.”

You blush, kissing him again, memorizing his taste as you pull at the hem of his shirt, urging him to pull it off. He does so quickly, before his mouth returns to your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as he nips down to your collarbone. His kisses move further, kissing teasingly down your breastbone and you giggle as his hands move to grab your soft breast, squeezing the tender area before you both feel it.

It's a low buzz in his jeans and he moans, shaking his head back and forth between your breast before pulling up.

“Mind if I check this? I don’t want to ruin the moment but if it's one of my teammates….they’ll harass me until I pick up.”

You smile, nodding as you run your hands through his hair and he sits back enough to dig his phone out of his pocket before he looks down, his face instantly frowning. He swipe the phone to answer and mumbles,

“Peter? What can I help you with?”

Peter. You had almost forgot about him. Your sorta boyfriend that you were mad at. Technically you probably shouldn’t be sleeping with his best friend.

“Y/N?,” he flicks his eyes toward you and says, “Yea, I know where she is. Was abandoned outside a party so told her she could crash at my place to be safe.”

There’s loud shouting and Caspian rolls his eyes and you sigh, looking for your dress. You know whatever magic was going to live in this moment had died.

“I didn’t - listen Peter, you were the one who abandoned your girlfriend in Jersey. Not me. Yes, like I said my place. We were just….watching a movie until she passed out. Yep she’ll be here. All right I’ll let her know. BYE PETER.” he hangs up the phone and throws it on the bed before he looks at you. You turn, pulling your hair loose and fluffing it before saying,

“Should probably go on the couch and start that movie you lied about it.”

He watches you, his dark eyes trying to read you as he nods, getting up and grabbing his shirt.

“Probably.” he’s mumbling again, eyes cast down and you know you hurt him.

“Caspian….we…..I…...this shouldn’t…” your still drunk and tumbling through the words but he shakes his head, grabbing your hands.

“I know.” he assures you, before moving past you.

You both don’t say a word until Peter shows up.

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You deserve the world | Finn Collins imagine

Request: Hi! Can you please write something with Finn Collins? Maybe something about the reader finding out her bf has been cheating on her and Finn helps her through it and they end by falling for each other (it can be an au if you like)? Thank you so much! by @anonymous

A/N: I love writing for Finn Collins and I really liked this request, I hope you like it! I wrote it as an au because it was just easier.

You had been in a relationship for 2 years, the two of you had been talking about moving in with each other and even the topics marriage and babies had come up. So him cheating on you had been a shock.

You were getting coffee with your best friend Finn when you saw him getting out of a car with another girl. You didn’t assume anything yet so you just figured it was a co-worker or friend of him. You had a male best friend so your boyfriend being friends with females didn’t bother you.

However your boyfriend was a little friendlier than you’re supposed to be with just friends as he kissed the woman passionately on the mouth. You were in denial, you had to have seen it wrong. That wasn’t your boyfriend making out with another woman when you were in a loving relationship with him.

Finn had seen the whole thing happening aswell ‘’y/n are you okay?’’ You smiled and took a sip of your coffee ‘’Of course, I just thought that the guy outside was my boyfriend but he can’t be because he just kissed some woman’’ You laughed but Finn didn’t laugh along with you ‘’Y/n, I’m sorry but that is your boyfriend’’ Yo shook your head ‘’You know what, I’ll just call him and if he picks up the Phone we’ll find out’’ You dialed his number and your boyfriend picked up. ‘’Hey baby, I was thinking of visiting you for lunch, are you at the office?’’ You saw your boyfriend panicking ‘’Yeah, I’m just really busy right now, a lot of paperwork. Sorry babe I also think I’ll be home late’’

You realized he had been home late a lot for the past few months as he said it and knew for sure that he was cheating on you. ‘’Alright, another time then, love you’’ You hung up the Phone before he could say anything, you realy couldn’t hear him saying he loved you back because you knew that he didn’t. You grabbed your coffee and stormed out, Finn following closely behind you ‘’Y/n it’s not worth it, let’s just do something fun to get your mind off of it’’ You made your way to your soon to be ex-boyfriend. ‘’Oh honey, I see that the paperwork is killing you’’ Your boyfriend turned around in shock. ‘’We’re so done’’ You opened the lid of your coffeecup and emptied the remainder on him. ‘’Hope you like coffee’’ You stormed of angrily until you stopped at a park close by.

You sat down on a park bench and broke down. You really thought you had a future with that guy. Finn sat down next to you, he had followed you after you had stormed off and wrapped his arm around you. You leaned into his chest and cried. ‘’It’s okay, let it all out I’m here for you’’ You were still sobbing as you pulled away from him ‘’Why would he cheat on me?’’ Finn whiped away your tears ‘’He’s just an idiot y/n, you are the greatest person I have ever met. You are kind, funny, smart and beautiful and the fact that he couldn’t see it makes him blind and unworthy.’’ You sniffed and smiled, feeling better already. ‘’You deserve the world’’ Before you realized what you were doing your lips had found their way to his.

He was obviously caught off guard but kissed you back. The kiss was sweet and made you feel warm inside, you pulled away after some time and blushed ‘’Sorry it just felt like the thing to do or something’’ Finn grinned ‘’I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long’’ He took your hand ‘’But I don’t want to be your rebound guy, so I want to take you out on a date when you’re ready’’ You smiled, hearing Finn say that made you come to the conclusion that he was the one you should be with. He was sweet, caring and exactly what you needed’’

‘’You’ll be the first one I call’’ He grinned and you leaned back into his chest. The two of you didn’t say anything but you didn’t have to. You were snuggled into his chest and your fingers were intertwined and at that moment everything felt just a little bit better.

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Misdialed (1/4)

REQUEST. “I really liked that AU you reblogged that was like “you have the wrong number but you sound pretty upset about that person wanna talk it out” if you want could you write a Steve Rogers x Reader fic based off of that please. From anon.

SUMMARY. Lawyer AU. Steve Rogers x Reader. Your boss gives the case you’ve been working so hard on to someone else. Out of anger, you call a friend to rant – only to realize that you called the wrong number.

WARNINGS. Curse words. A bit of angst, mostly just hurt / comfort. Gender neutral reader.

WORD COUNT. Approximately 1.4k

AUTHOR’S NOTES. I’d like to thanks USA’s Suits for introducing me to the world of law drama, HAHAHHA jk. Sorry this took a while, dear anon! Had to do a bit of research. But I hope it does meet your standards. This fic will have three to four parts (bc it was getting so long lol). Enjoy! As always, I appreciate all feedback. (:

#1: you are here / #2 / #3 / #4 / epilogue

Go to hell, you wished you could say. You wished you could chuck those words at his pretty face, shove them up his Roman god nose or slap them across his high and mighty cheekbones. Just ruin him. But that would mean the end of your job, the end of your life. So as satisfying as it would be to smack the forced, sympathetic smile off his face, you can’t risk it. Can’t risk losing your career because of this. Even if right now, it felt exactly like that.

“–isn’t to say you’re incapable of handling this case, Y/N,” Mr. Barnes said, leaning back in his seat, fingers curled over its handles. “This is just more of Natasha’s area of expertise.”

You spared the redhead beside you a cutting glance. Legs crossed and hands folded in front of her, she was the most professional picture of prim and proper, with her steel eyes focused on Mr. Barnes. You turned back to him. “Sir, this is my client. I’ve won Wakanda Inc., when no other lawyer in the city could. I should be–”

“You’ve taking too long,” he said, lips thinning to a firm line. “And the longer you take, the less likely we’ll win – and we need to win this. You do guarantee that, don’t you?” he asked, gaze shifting to Natasha with arched brows.

Her lips parted, hesitant, and for a moment, hope flickered in your chest, tiny but sharp, like the click of a cigarette lighter. Maybe she’d say no. Maybe she’d give you the case. Maybe –

She nodded, edges of her lips twitching up. “Have I ever disappointed you, sir?”

Now, you wished you could tell her to go to hell. It wasn’t entirely implausible. But you knew better.

It took an immense amount of power to keep yourself from stomping your way out of there, or slamming the glass door of that office behind you. The fact that you haven’t pushed Natasha off a staircase was a goddamn accomplishment. Maybe even a miracle. You made sure not to hold the door open for her, though.

“Follow me,” you said, walking ahead of her towards your office. Had the floor not been carpeted, your heavy but quick footfalls would be bouncing off the glass walls, with the knifelike sound of someone keeping their rage on a leash.

But she caught up with you, effortless with her strong legs and big steps. She glanced at you, wary. “I could come by later–”

You shook your head, making sure to keep your eyes forward and your chin up. “The earlier you start working, the better.” Most of the cubicles you passed by were empty now, most of the employees having gone home for the day. The office felt quieter already.

Passing by a haggard intern, who gave you a warm nod, you gave him a tight smile in return. But once his bright expression wavered at Natasha’s friendlier, more natural smile, you looked away. Your teeth crunched, the muscles in your jaw springing taunt. She’s just so good at playing pretend, wasn’t she? As though she hadn’t just straight-up betrayed you –

Reaching your office, you glanced at your secretary’s desk, now empty. You frowned, stomach sinking. Scott must have gone home already. That’s disappointing. You were hoping to release some of the coiling tension inside you onto him – he’d make you laugh in no time – but you couldn’t blame him. He did say he couldn’t miss family dinner. Not anymore, at least.

Stepping into your office, comfortable despite its modest size, you rounded over to your desk and grabbed a box of files from underneath, setting it just above your scattered paperwork. You fingered through the folders and papers, scanning the labels.

Across you, Natasha fidgeted with a button on the long sleeve of her blouse, her soft sigh audible even to you. “Y/N–”

“Hold on,” you said, brows drawing together. Where were the – oh! Right! You had pulled out a few files earlier, right before you were called to Mr. Barnes’ office. Setting the box aside, you gathered the pieces of paper littering your desk, and flipped through them, the sound of the flicking paper slicing through the air.

“I’m not doing this against you, Y/N,” she said, voice measured but gentle. “The firm is–”

You scoffed. “Don’t even use the state of the firm as an excuse for your ambition, Nat.” Slamming the bottom of the pile down on the desk, Natasha wincing across you, you set it down and plucked a few documents out. “You know how hard I’ve been–” You shook your head, swallowing back the scathing words gathering on your tongue. It wasn’t worth it anymore.

Turning back to your work, you slipped the documents into the box, the small pile hitting the bottom with a satisfying thud. You pushed it towards her. “Sharon has some more files, but she’s probably gone home. I’ll tell her to give them to you tomorrow.”

With a resigned sigh, she stepped forward and caught the box, lifting it in her arms with ease. “I’ll just ask Scott to send me Mr. T’Challa’s number?”

You waved dismissively, before your now empty hands fell on your hips. “I’ll arrange the meeting myself – because I am coming with you. He should hear it from me first,” you said, shooting her a look. She didn’t seem fazed by the sharp rise of your tone. “Tomorrow, lunch time?”

Lips pursed, she nodded, then spun around. Just as she was about to step out, she looked at you over her shoulder, gaze soft. “Get home safe, Y/N.”

That stung more than you thought it would.

After changing into some comfortable clothes, you tossed yourself onto the bed, and stared at the blank ceiling above, jaw clenched. Memories swam in your mind: all the sleepless nights, the missed meals, the passed up holidays and hang-outs, the relentless research and the incessant ass-kissing – just to get where you were now. Still, it wasn’t enough. Even after winning Wakanda Inc., and ultimately saving the firm from collapsing after Mr. Stark left and took more than half of the clients and employees, you’re still a clumsy junior associate in Mr. Barnes’ eyes, and not the junior partner you were now. Goddamn it –

Your fingers curled into the mattress, nails digging into the soft material. The rage was building. Piling in your chest until it was too hard to breathe, until your heart was rebounding against your ribcage and shooting bullets into your veins, the pounding blood igniting the skin above, and –

You can’t keep this inside anymore. Where the hell was Scott when you needed him?

Taking your phone from the nightstand, the scene lit up red, and you could hardly see the phone number you were typing down, with the kind of speed that told how ingrained the number already was in your mind, after nearly a decade of working with him. With every ring, you grew more and more ready to scream at Scott if he didn’t pick the fucking phone up in the next –

“He–”

“Barnes is a dick,” you said, spitting as much spite as you can into his name. “He just gave the Wakanda case to Natasha. Can you believe it? I’ve been working my ass off for this firm, pretty much saving its own ass after Mr. Stark left and took our shit – and still, he doesn’t trust me to take care of my own case–”

He cleared his throat.

“So, instead, he gives it to Natasha. And you know what? Natasha fucking takes it! She knows how important this is to me, has seen how much work I’ve been putting into this, but no, she’s been a senior partner for far too fucking long, and she knows winning this case will put her name on the wall–”

He coughed again. You furrowed your brows, but forged on, uninterrupted.

“She even tried to act like she didn’t just stab me in the fucking back, that sick–” His cough was louder this time, and you frowned, propping yourself up with a hand behind you, annoyed but concerned. “What the hell’s with you, Scott? Are you okay?”

A beat passed. Some nervous shuffling, and another throat-clearing, then an intake of breath –

“I’m not Scott.”

A/N. I’ll be leaving this weekend, so I’ll make sure to have all the parts out before then. I hope you enjoyed! Especially the anon who requested this! (:

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