#THIS IS OVER 1K but its fine . its okay. lol

[parkeryangs]

matt woebegone "they have accidentally caused a fire - how did they do it and how do they react to it?"

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Matt was trying to make breakfast.

It was he and Mike's first morning in their new apartment. The place wasn't great; Mike had already found a mouse hiding in his bedroom the evening before, they didn't have any hot water yet and had to carry their trash half a mile to the nearest dumpster, but—well—it was home.

Mike is sleeping in and Matt is currently having trouble with the stove. Preheating the oven was simple enough, if the rapidly rising red numbers on the small display are anything to go by, but the stovetop seems to have it out for him in particular. The knobs keep catching, and, with Matt being used to electric stoves, the gas heating element alone is a new sort of beast, but after a few shameful Google searches and nervous frowns at the sharp exhale of gas from the lines, he gets it lit.

Dressed in nothing but boxers and a ratty old band t-shirt he’d probably stolen from Mike, Matt grins in satisfaction at the flames licking up around the back left burner and then digs through the cabinets for the secondhand skillet they’d unpacked the day prior, before a whirlwind of a shopping trip for the necessary groceries.

As much as he loves him, Matt hates shopping with Mike, for groceries in particular. Trips to a bookstore or anything of the sort were fine, but if they were buying food, Mike was never one to stray from the predetermined list, or spend more time in a store than was needed, even though Matt likes to wander and shop without a hyperspecific list in his mind. Usually they rush through it and will still manage to forget an item or two, but after a quick glance through the fridge, Matt thinks they've made it out fine enough.

He settles on making bacon and biscuits and gravy. The gravy was a mix that had come in a pouch, and the biscuits were canned, but Matt, well aware of his limitations in the kitchen, figures that Mike probably wouldn't even notice in his early morning haze, and would just be glad there was any food to eat, as they hadn't picked up anything prepackaged after Mike’s claim that they needed ingredients first, before anything else.

Still—fifteen minutes pass and the biscuits are in the oven, the gravy is done and thick enough to cut with a fork, just the way Mike likes it, and Matt is standing at the stove nudging strips of bacon around on the skillet. He feels Mike before he hears him, when two arms encircle his waist, the other clearly pleased as he then rumbles, voice heavy with sleep, “You really know the way to a man's heart, Possum,”

“Good morning,” Matt drawls in response, spine straightening with the unexpected touch. “Also, when did you get so quiet? Jesus, Mikey, I’ll have to put a bell on you,” Mike laughs at that, and Matt can already imagine the sort of smile that's crossed the other man's face, sleepy and sweet. Yearning to see it for himself, he gives the bacon a few more experimental prods with a fork before flipping them over, then twisting in Mike’s grasp amidst the low sizzle of the meat, coming essentially face-to-face with the other man as he shifts.

“You made breakfast,” Mike states flatly, though he's still grinning and there's a bright gleam of pleasure that Matt catches in his eye. “You made biscuits and gravy,”

“Yeah, y-yeah, I know how serious you are about biscuits and gravy. I, uh, hope it's edible; this stove is weird,” Matt says, all too focused on the soft curve of Mike's mouth in the dim half-light of the kitchen. He kisses him, then, just because he can, one hand finding its way to Mike's jaw as the other earnestly deepens the kiss.

Mike mumbles something about being glad he’d brushed his teeth already, then nudges Matt away from the stove, backing him hurriedly up against the fridge. Matt hears a magnet fall as his spine collides slightly too roughly with the stainless steel door, but can't find it in himself to really be bothered, all too enamored with the way Mike is already clinging to him like a lifeline.

Truthfully, neither of them can be sure when the fire started after that.

Matt smells it first—the sudden rush of smoke mixed with charred meat—and he all but tears himself away from Mike, hitting his head on the fridge door in the process. He curses at the spark of pain, then curses again when he sees the now-flaming pan, still perched neatly over the burner. “What the— I-I’m going to burn the fucking apartment down on our first day,” he hisses, then falling into another string of swears.

To his part, Mike has accepted this turn of events rather well, turning off the burner before darting towards the pantry and chattering half to himself about whether or not they'd grabbed a box of baking soda.

“Fuck,” Matt snaps again, frantically tearing through the drawers before snagging another pan, flipping it over to crush the flaming bacon beneath it and the other pan. This has the desired effect of killing the source of oxygen, treating him only to another nasty cloud of smoke after he lifts the pan off of the charred remains of their breakfast following an agonizingly long wait.

The other then opens the kitchen window without a word, fanning the smoke uselessly towards it. “Well. I think we should probably change the battery in the smoke detector soon, huh.”

Matt can't help but laugh, fidgeting with the burnt pieces of bacon in the pan. “I hope you like your bacon…crispy?” he offers with a shaky laugh, tipping the skillet to show Mike the wrecked remains. “Maybe ashy is a better word. I think it’d crumble if you tried to eat it; sorry about breakfast. I-I wanted to surprise you,”

“I’m plenty surprised,” Mike snarks quickly in return, before his gaze flicks in the direction of the pot of gravy and biscuits, untouched by the fire. “That still looks edible, though. A-and once you get past the burnt smell, it does smell good in here. You did good,”

Matt smiles, and, leaving the remains of the bacon behind, they eat biscuits and gravy on the floor of their living room, paper plates cradled in their laps and shoulders brushing together whenever one of them moves.

[laughingfcx]

(please/don't) call me baby

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pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc

word count: 1k

for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!

you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.

he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.

which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"

"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.

oh, shit. now it's awkward.

"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.

you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"

he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."

you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.

"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you — it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.

you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.

today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.

"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"

his knees give way.

"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.

"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.

"you okay—"

"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word — or rather, one very specific word — and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was saying—"

"yes, b—"

"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"

you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"

"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. “if you want.”

"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."

he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's torture—

"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."

he trips and falls on his face. "fuck— i mean, see you later!"

"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"

"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.

"sure."

"say, kenma."

"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.

"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"

"what d'you mean? they're okay."

silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"

kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us that— are you okay?"

"kenma."

"what?"

"shut up."

kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is — in short — just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his biceps— actually, let's not go there.

but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's — unintentionally — been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.

meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.

kuroo hates himself — it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.

"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"

maybe he should quit.

author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one hand😭😭 reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.

also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really

[doritochoi]

After party | P.S

pairing: park seonghwa x reader

genre: smut , non-idol!au

warnings: guns, pet name ( slut, pretty girl, love, kitten etc..), seonghwa is a bad boy lol , ass smacking bcz hwa likes it a lot, unprotected sex

wordcount: 1k

summary: you were in the club celebrating your friend's birthday, then a strange noise was heard and you were about to get killed by someone, but he saves you .

a/n: hi guys! i want to know how are my fanfics . Dont be shy write in the comments :) Suggest me anything i will try to do it ! Thank you for all the support and likes . Ily <3

Celebrating a birthday party in a club can't be that bad, right? Well.. that's what you thought..

You entered in the most famous club in Seoul, everything smelled like cigarettes ,alcohol drinks and making out sessions, but the most important thing is that you came here to have fun with your friends, you don't care about anything .

Time passed very quickly, and you were sitting alone at the bar looking at people dancing on the dance floor. Your friend, Amber came to you looking a bit confused.

"Why are you sitting here alone? Come on, join us! , she said with a glass of whiskey in her hands.

"Nah..i already had a shot, plus you know i can't drink too much"

"Hmm, fine im going to them-"

A loud noise of guns disturbed the atmosphere and all the walls were full of bullet marks. You started to freak out so bad and got under a table, but someone shot the table pushing it aside. You were on the ground and that guy pointed the gun at you .

You screamed really loud and the tall figure grabbed your neck and tried to suffocate you , luckly a guy shouted his name and he released you making your neck to hurt a little.

"Woo, leave her alone." ,a voice came from the shadows looking at you. His siren eyes were extremely gorgeous. You couldn't see his face so well because he was wearing a mask but you can say a thing . He was so fucking handsome. He was coming towards you moving his hips seductively.

"Did he hurt you?" again he was speaking with a sweet voice making your knees to turn into jelly. You trembled when he put his hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"I- yeah.. I am"

"Okay" he smiled at you making you weak.

"Its too late to ask for a name, pretty girl?

"Its Y/n"

"How pretty...just like you" all you could do was look at him and admiring all his features.

"Uhm..well i have to go..i need to call my friend,bye!" you packed your things and walked away like you didn't even know each other.

"Just wait...you will be mine" he was saying looking at you how you leave the club.

When you were outside ,you were about to call a cab, but someone puts a cloth on your face making you closing your eyes. All you could see was that you were dragged in a van.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room.You tried to get out of bed but someone opens the door. It was him. The handsome man who tries to flirt with you at the club.

"W-what do you want creppy guy ? Why I am here?" he was loosening his tie heading towards you.

"Seonghwa, I'm Seonghwa. Don't raise your voice at me, darling."

"Oh really? I didn't know you were this kind of guy ,trying to flirt with me then i am here kinapped by you . What the fuck do you want?

Seonghwa couldn't wait any longer and he smashed his lips on yours and kissed you hungrily making you kiss him back.

"No one can resist me , you will see kitten"

After saying these words, he kissed you again, devouring each part of your lips. He kissed you so much that you both fell on the bed, him being on top of you. Hwa stopped and let his hands speak for him as they travelled over your dress and in one blink the dress was gone.You were only in your red underwear.

"How did you know thats my fav color?" you blushed a little , your cheeks turning into pink.

He undressed himself as well making your eyes sparking and looking at his bare torso, admiring his toned muscles while he unbuckled his belt. Then he turned his attention towards you ,kissing your neck leaving there a bunch of hickeys. He moved to kiss your tummy and going with that tongue down until in reaches your thighs.

"Please" you cried as you threw your head back, desperately pleaded for more.

"I didn't even touch you and your already wet? What a slut you are"

"Please ,i want more " you begged him like a kid wanting some candy"

"Patience ,darling" you pouted at his answer and in the next second you felt his hot breath against your wet pussy.It felt like absolute heaven.

"So wet for me , i like it"

He peppered kisses there then goes to your face and kissed you with his plump lips .

"A-ah why did you stop? Im gonna cu-"

You couldn't even finish your question because you felt something moving inside you.

"Can I go harder?" He breathed out, sucking your lower lips until it bleeds. Of course he could, he didn't even have to ask. Seonghwa grabbed your upper thigh, bringing your leg around his hips and began to thrust in you.

Your orgasm came out of nowhere, sending shocking waves of pleasure on your body . Then he grabbed one of your breast and start to massage it .You were moaning a mess. If someone asks you right now whats the best thing you done ,you can say that you fucked up with someone that you dont know. He was good at sex , ofc he was but the things he does to you,he didnt do at other girls. Maybe you were his soulmate.

"Shit. I'm so close."

"Love , wait a bit more"

After a while you were in a doggy style position with him, pleading him to go harder.

"Baby count" when it came to sex Seonghwa always has his magic, he always likes to slap your ass while you count so he did this again.

"1..2..3..4....50"

He slapped you so hard that you were crying a mess wanting his cock to be inside you again. But he begin to fuck you ,this time more harder feeling how you two came in the same time .

He dropped himself on the other side of the bed with messy hair and sweat all over his body. You've never seen such a beautiful man like him.

"Next time" he whispered

"Next time i will take you out , I promise " ,you laughed at him

"Okay" he hugged you this time tighter and you melted in his touch.

Maybe it was a good idea to have a night stand with him :)

[rafeandonlyrafe]

a mini ficlette to say sorry for not uploading as much recently that ended up not at all being mini and being almost 1k words but im posting anyways bc i will get more consistent i swear

also posting on mobile (so the formatting is probably shit) so not doing taglist bc idk how to do that lol. will properly fix everything up when i get home have my precious laptop

enough blabbering, here is the ficlette!

“sarah!” you whisper again, but your friend doesn't budge. you sigh and climb out of bed, glad that its a california king, big enough for both of you to share comfortably, and for your thrashing not to wake her up.

you warned sarah that you were prone to nightmares and didn't mind sleeping on the floor or in one of the guest bedrooms, but sarah insisted it was fine to share as she's a deep sleeper. you look back at her as you slip out of the room, realizing just how true that is.

you walk down the stairs quietly, glad that the stairs don't creak too loudly. when you reach the first floor, you pause to make sure you didn't wake anyone up before wandering through the house. aimless pacing is your best solution to getting over a nightmare, moving your body to tire it out and easing your mind at the same time.

you hum softly to yourself, a comforting tune your mother used to sing to you when you were a child. you don't know the name of it, but the melody is cemented in your memory.

you admire the art on the wall, your eyes having adjusted to the moonlight shining through the windows enough to make it out. you see a movement out of the corner of your eye and gasp, turning when the noise reaches you of the front door closing.

“what are you doing awake?” rafe asks, his voice low as he sneaks back into the house. what you didn't know is that he stayed out late just to avoid you, not wanting to get involved with his sisters friend but unable to control his emotions when around you.

“i-i had a nightmare.” you explain, eyebrows knitting together as you wait to hear the judgement coming from rafe. a scoffing laugh at still getting nightmares, maybe him calling you immature, a child, but it doesn't come. in fact, his face softens.

“im sorry.” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, briefly pushing it off his forehead before it falls immediately back into place. “what usually helps?”

“walking around.” you wave your hand in the air, indicating that you just wander.

“can i join you then?” rafe offers, and you give a small nod. “yeah. yeah, totally.” you smile as rafe comes to your side, joining each other in slowly walking around the first floor of the house. you're silent for a couple minutes before you start to hum again, not missing the smile that graces rafes face when your tune begins.

your music is interrupted by yawns, until you're doing more yawning than whistling. 

“come on, let's get you to bed.” rafe says when you pass in front of the stairs, a firm hand on your back. you nod, letting him partially support your weight as you walk up the stairs.

“thanks, rafe.” you say softly when you reach his door.

“will you be okay?” he asks, a hand smoothing over your hair, his fingers twirling the end before dropping it. “i mean, with your nightmare.”

“i-i probably will be.” you say honestly. usually once you have a nightmare that wakes you, you don't have another when you manage to get back to sleep.

“you can-” rafe clears his throat, his eyes darting around your face. “you can sleep in my bed. if you want… with me.” rafe clarifies after a moment when you just silently stare at him.

“like… cuddle?” you question, wanting to make sure his intentions are very clear.

“yeah. cuddle. i can hold you so you don't have any more nightmares.”

“yes. yeah” you nod, “id really like that, rafe.”

“okay.” rafe smiles, opening his door and letting you walk in first.

you don't spend time looking around the room, heading right for the bed hoping that rafe doesn't see your shaking hands. 

rafe moves with you, pulling back the covers so you can climb in, and you let out a soft sigh when your head rests against the pillows. you lay still as rafe adjusts next to you, pulling the covers over both your bodies.

you're silent for a moment, before rafe turns and looks at you in the low light, “gonna come closer?”

you let out a soft giggle, sliding to meet rafe in the middle of the bed. his arms wrap around you, your head coming to lay on his chest, feeling natural and right as you lay a leg over his, your bodies fitting together as if they were meant to be.

“if a nightmare wakes you up and for some reason it doesn't wake me up, just shake me awake.”

“okay… thank you rafe.” you say, laying a hand over his chest. 

rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, his hand coming to cautiously rest on your lower back, and when you let out a hum of approval, he begins to rub over your pajama shirt.

“what do you think sarah is going to say when she wakes up and im not there?”

“don't worry about sarah. don't worry about anything right now, y/n. let's just get some sleep and we can worry about things in the morning.”

“okay.” you nod, picking your head up to look at rafe, his skin reflecting blue from the moonlight. you lean forward and press a light kiss to his jaw, and then another stronger, more meaningful kiss to his cheek. you move for his mouth but pause before you fully make contact.

“in the morning.” you whisper, not wanting to make a serious move on a sleep deprived brain, and rafe nods, eyelashes fluttering.

“in the morning.”

[strxbrymochi]

random when you're sick jaemin drabble

pairing: jaemin x reader (i tried to make it gen neutral djsjsjs)

words: like less than 1k ish??

warnings: mentions of sickness, illness, id say it be too close to home fr

synopsis: basically you're sick and jaemin's here to comfort you as much as he can long distance style.

note: a random ass drabble i came up w as im lying in bed sick for the 4th day and after a conversation i had with my mom bc i needed an outlet lol (its like 99% based on real life events other than the fact that i unfortunately do not have a jaemin with me 💔)

you absolutely despised being sick. okay, maybe sometimes you would be okay with it because it served as a formidable excuse to get out of work or your responsibilities for a couple days but that was when "sick" constituted to simply a cold or a fever that passes over the next day, not when you're tied down to the bed and the toilet every second of every day.

you wake up one day to shivers, brushing it off, you continue on with your day, heading over to work. on your way to work, you start feeling dizzy, nausea hitting you. you take a pill to calm down and make your way to your shift. today, you were working at a small fast food chain restaurant and if things couldn't get any worse, you were assigned to deal with the blowtorch. the heat from the fire and small space rushing all the way to your head but you push through, making it to the very end of your 3 hour shift.

making your way to your next appointment, you scavenge for food to hopefully give you back your appetite. you haven't eaten a proper decent meal all day; only crackers before you drank your pill. oh, and did i forget to mention, you headed into work with a 38 degree fever; claiming "to be fine" because you needed the hours to sustain your living expenses in a foreign country all alone.

at your meeting, you're met with fatigue. a wave of exhaustion rushes over you and coughing fits take over. your brain barely processing what was being discussed, only speaking when directly being asked a question. but still, you push through, ensuring everyone around you that you were going to be okay. that it will all brush away soon and that you really are just tired. your fever has reached close to 40 degrees.

you sigh, throwing your phone on your bed. on any other day you would have loved to talk to jaemin, especially now that you two were oceans apart. it killed you to know that if only you hadn't moved he would be right there and you could see him in person. that alone would've been all the medicine you need to get better. but alas, life had other plans.

the next couple days consisted of sleep, wake up, repeat. occassional trips to the toilet and visits from coughing fits disrupting your sleep that make you sound like you're entering into an entirely different dimension. you had absolutely no energy-- to eat, to move, to do anything really. when you said you needed a break, this wasn't what you meant.

jaemin would call you, or attempt to call you and you would pick up, if you were awake and if you were in the mood to speak. he would send you daily messages to drink your medicine, eat meals, get some rest. you knew he was worried and it killed you not to be able to ensure some type of reassurance everything was going to be fine. you knew if he found out what you had been actually doing, you would never hear the end of it.

one night you had awoken from your nap struggling to find something to eat, let alone the energy to consume anything. at this point, your stomach is practically bounded to an electrical heating compress to temporarily soothe your pains. you weren't sure if you were getting any better. your fever was relatively gone sure, but the coughs, stomach pains and diarrhea remained. let alone, that morning you almost passed out in the toilet, hearing muffled, ears ringing, vision blurred. all you could do is pray.

well, at least your sense of humor was back.

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LOL such an abrupt ending idk i just needed an outlet to express how im currently feeling and whats been going on these past few days so if theres a delay with mtt or my other stuff i apologize once again 😭😭 need all the prayers and support i can get fr; being sick is one thing, being sick in a foreign country alone is another story. for anyone else who has gone thru or is currently going thru same thing, i hope yalls feel better soon and that know things will get better! bc i know thats what i need rn 🫡

[charlewiss-writes]

blame it on fate / daniel ricciardo

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day 29: interview (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 1k words.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x interviewer!reader

summary: the ever so-confidently daniel ricciardo meets the one that turned it all around. can he avoid looking like an ass, or can he fix it once its done?

author's note: it's truly embarrassing how long it took me to finish this one, and i'm not completely ok with it :( i'll try to get the last day ready before the new year rolls around lol, thanks for being patient with me!!

being barely an apprentice, doing an internship for your marketing major, you always followed your senior, monica, like a lost puppy: writing down in your notepad everything you were learning from her, starting from questions that were okay to ask, noting when was it right to make a joke or two, or when to go straight to the point. but now, with her being sick and, in consequence, not making it to the race weekend, the editorial where you worked at thought it was perfect for some real-life practice: you were actually doing the interviews in the media sector, not just watching from the sidelines.

safe to say your nerves were through the roof, because in your mind, you weren’t supposed to be there in the first place. 

"excuse me, do i know you from somewhere?".

the voice of none other than max verstappen startled you out of your self conscious thoughts. you quickly put on a smile, trying to look friendly and cause a good impression on your first day in.  "yeah, i'm supposed to be assisting monica, but she's sick today, so i'm covering her up".

"oh, that's nice. well, i hope everything goes well for you! we're not that bad" max joked at the end of the interview, when the camera was already turned off. you were most nervous about interviewing the dutch man, given his 'bad man' reputation, but seeing this side of him, crackling a joke or two, left you feeling more relaxed now after the exchange. "i leave you in good hands" he said, signaling to the man that used to be his teammate a few years earlier. it wasn't unusual to hear first his laugh, and then see him around. that's the daniel ricciardo everyone in the paddock knew, and the one that everyone loved. always joking, always smiling, and always so beautifully him. 

"i'm sorry, can we start over? you're quite distracting".

"oh, sorry?" you said, frowning. his eyes widened, realization dawning on his face as he understood why you reacted the way you did. stumbling on his words out of pure nervousness, daniel rambled. "n-no, i didn't mean that in a bad way, you're just so pretty?". ending the sentence with a questioning tone didn't exactly bring you any certainty, and that's what reflected on your reply, "thanks?".

max, who was on the booth at your side, saw how the whole interaction had played out and joined in, palming daniel's shoulder while laughing. "already embarrassing yourself, ricciardo? that's a new record for you". the australian answered through gritted teeth. "shut up, max".

it would've been funny if you saw the interaction from the outside, but since you were at the center of it all, the awkwardness just spreaded through your body. max, not sensing your discomfort. he wasn’t doing it on purpose, it's just that the thrill of getting under daniel’s skin proved to be rather blinding to max. so, he continued making fun of the mclaren driver. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile that bright".

"you're on sight, verstappen. you just wait".

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following your failed attempt at ending the day without any inconvenience after your encounter with daniel, the rest of the interviews you conducted seemed to have gone right. your biggest fear was asking an unfortunate question, or receive a short answer at something you asked, but it turned out to be fine: all were very understanding of your situation, and did everything they could to make the first-day-nerves go away. so now, with the friday coming to an end, thus ending your work-day, you were making your way out of the paddock to finally go back to the place you were staying at. at least, until you heard someone calling for you.

"hey, y/n, right?"

funnily enough, the man that was almost-shouting your name down the whole paddock was the one you tried to avoid all day since your inconvenient encounter. you replied, nonchalantly, "that's me, i guess. hope i'm not too distracting now, daniel". you didn't mean to give him the cold shoulder, but none could fault you for doing so, even if he explained right away, it still left you doubting every little thing you said all day. daniel, once again, tried to explain himself. "you weren't being distracting earlier either. i just, i don’t know, got really nervous suddendly? i'm sorry, wasn't my intention to ruin your first day here. you must think i'm an asshole" he said, touching the back of his neck in a clear sign of nervousness. which, again, wasn’t your intention to begin with, so your tried reassuring him. "no no, i don't think that, don't worry, daniel" thinking that you were desperately wanting to end the conversation, daniel gave you back a tight lipped smile and turned around, prepared to walk back to mclaren's hospitality. 

"so do i make you nervous, ricciardo?" you said, which prompted the tall man in front of you to turn around, now, with a face-splitting smile, completely changing the sheepishly expression that tinted his face before. "i guess you do, yeah".

reciprocating his smile as best as you could, you quipped "well, we already have something in common". when he deemed it safe to get a bit closer to your frame, without overstepping, you continued, now with a lower tone of voice to avoid prying ears. “are you staying at the hotel near here?" daniel nodded, with his head tilted to the side, not quite understanding yet where you were going with that question. "great!” you exclaimed, maybe in an over enthusiastic tone. “another coincidence. do you think we can, i don't know, coincide in the lobby at eight for a drink?".

you didn’t know where this rush of confidence was coming from, but maybe, you were taking a page of a book that daniel knew well: the flirty-funny demeanor that he maintained all these years on the paddock, and that seemed to have gone missing at the mere sight of you earlier today. "yeah, i guess we can. we can say it’s another coincidence, and blame it on fate".

"i'll drink to that, ricciardo".

[promisinininining]

hello :3c all questions with the number 3 ( :3c ) in them, my good friend mis! :3c

Admittedlty, I started this. I shall accept my punishment with grace (💖).

Disclaimer here that there will be references to nsfw under the cut because I peddle smut. There's also a brief mention of vomit in a snippet I share.

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic I write on my phone mainly, and I like to be curled up in a nest of some kind and comfy when I open up my Big Doc of Ideas and start typing. if it gets long enough (~1k words) I move it into its own doc. I reread constantly when I write, and often times I just sit and stare at a sentence until my brain clicks on. It also helps to bounce ideas off friends as I'm working, if I feel my steam running low. Otherwise I get into Da Zone and everything else disappear.

13. What’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow? Ah. Hm. I don't actually know many "common" tips. I find a lot of them not very useful, like "write every day" just leads to burnout. I suppose there's this: sometimes, when you write yourself into a corner and don't know how to continue, go back a little bit further and try a new direction. Still Stuck? When I don't want to write a scene I simply don't and move on. Sometimes you never have to go back. It's fine. It wasn't that important anyway.

23. Best writing advice for other writers? ARE THE TIPS NOT GOOD ENOUGH? Okay Fine. Write what you want. Write weird shit, write horny shit, write stuff that disgusts and uncomfortablises people. Write the stuff that interests you rather than what you think other people would like. I made a promise to myself when I stepped back into fandom, and that was that I wouldn't be ashamed of anything that I liked anymore, and it's been an absolute blast. (Coming back up here after a few questions) WAIT- When you don't know what to do, ask yourself, what would be sexiest? and go with that. Never fails.

30. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? I'm happy sharing rough drafts. I tend to edit as I go so the top of my docs always end up pretty polished as opposed to the endings... shhh. I don't tend to share much of rough drafts in public, though, some friends get basically the entire thing through screenshots, lol. I can't resist okay! I'm excited about what I'm writing! I can't keep it all inside!

31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing? Characters, definitely. Most of my stories are character-driven, and plot tends to happen around them, even aus are usually 'well what if they were brought up in THIS environment?' and whatever happens to them grows around what the consequences of their actions. I'm not very good at longfic and a lot of my fics are oneshot character studies so :Va Not that I'm saying I'm bad at what I do, plot is just not my priority! I Find characters, their relationships, and their personalities more fun to explore! (<- was raised on the Tales Of games)

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers. Fuck, okay. Well it probably doesn't surprise you that I make friends thru fanfic so I have a lot of writer friends and I don't LIKE to pick favs, simply because I don't think of them that way. That would be weird. Additionally, I only really read stuff my friends write nowadays ;w; I'll name the people who I've reached out to over completely losing my shit over their fics instead, in order of meeting them: Elcie/BurningLio, Bee/println0/slothencholy, Mango/MalevolentMango (and here, an honourary mention of Ailem for appearing alongside Mango though I hadn't read any of its fics until after we had become friends).

33. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer? Sure. I don't see myself stopping any time soon.

34. Do you want to be published some day? (yes I swapped 33 and 34 by accident so sue me) Eeehhhh, as someone who writes mostly erotica I don't reaaaally see any of my stuff being published by any mainstream publishing houses. I certainly WANTED to when I was younger, and it would certainly be cool, but it's not something I am persuing or even have an interest in persuing.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?  They gotta be as hot as possible.

36. How do you write kissing scenes? Okay so disclaimer, I've been writing fanfic for a VERY long time. I was on the internet before I should have been. My parents didn't speak english very well, and stuff like google translate didn't even exist (rather, it did, but it wasn't very good). I was ten, and I asked Google sensei how to write kisses, and the first result took me to a yahoo questions page where the answer was something like, describe how they feel instead of the kiss itself. I then deleted my history because I was not a stupid child. I remember that advice to this day.

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter? I uh. Write oneshots. I end it where the story ends. Hope this helps :)

38. Would you ever write commissions? Yes but nothing too long. I've been meaning to open up writing commissions for literal years but I KEEP getting too sick to be able to dedicate the time it deserves to run commissions.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP Huff okay. This should be shiny and new for even you, Mango.

"Akechi-" "I'm fine," Akechi grits, spitting more acid onto the ground before he finally straightens and wipes a sleeve over his face. Akira doesn't even try to hide his expression when Akechi deigns to face them again. He states the fact plainly. "You're not fine." "Don't try to tell me what I am or not," Akechi sneers in return. He's clutching at his stomach despite his nonchalance, and a grimace clings to the edges of his pissed off expression. Akira rolls his eyes. There's no point arguing with Akechi on a good day, never mind when he's defensive and scared of being benched. They don't exactly have a choice to keep Akechi in combat as there are only three of them, and Kasumi is completely new to this kind of palace exploration. He may not be Futaba, but he has the most experience in the Metaverse by far; he's observant, meticulous, and his ability to memorise the attributes of new shadows is impressive. Akechi really had been holding back on them in Sae's Casino, and Akira isn't stupid enough to let that kind of usefulness go to waste.

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person? lmao. do i even need to answer this?

53. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both? I'm primarily a writer. I used to read a lot but I have a hard time reading anything nowadays. I need to be doing something or else I'll EXPLODE. KABOOM. No more mis. splat like watermelon.

63. Something you hate to see in smut. I hate it when the author takes their time to write 'btw this is pure good non fetishistic sex' through the characters. It's ridiculous. I'm here for a good time not to get lectured on what safe sex is. If the reader needs to be told what consent is, I'd argue that they aren't old enough to be reading it.

73. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? Brother I do not know. I kind of fly by the seat of my pants. Lich Rally Just Vibin.

[wannabegwenstacy]

Writing Ideas:

okay, so this is what's gonna happen. i'm feeling manic and i got some free time from work and school currently. sooo..i'm gonna throw out a few ideas/teasers for some stuff i have in my drafts. if you like please tell me so i have some motivation to finish or even keep working on these ideas. thank you! ;)

Enrapture;

wordcount: currently at 8k...will most likely be over 10k and this planned to be part 1

pairing: Jimin x Taehyung x Fem. Reader/OC

tags: smut, fluff, childhood friends to friends w/ benefits to lovers, established relationship (friendship!), flashbacks, talk of college mayhem,

warnings: 18+ NSFW Smut, Alcohol Consumption, Talk of the Pandemic and Quarantine (it's set during the pandemic and the characters are in quarantine for part of it), talk of poor mental health (abandonment issues and some other stuff), masurbation, nudism, oral (m & f), nipple piercing (reader has them, vmin suck them), hair pulling (m), cock riding of the reverse kind, Taehyung has got a big dick but that's a given, cum eating, lazy eiffel tower..kinda, slight voyeurism, jimin at one point gives himself a hand job.

summary: When you you ended up moving in with your two best friends of 9 years to quarantine together during the pandemic the last thing you expected was to discover more about them than you thought you already knew. You knew everything there was to know about these boys so why does it feel so weird when one night after your celebration of quarantine being lifted when you wake up in one their beds all three of you together? this should be fine but it was far from just fine like you told them. This could change everything.

notes: i have been writing this for like 2+ years off and on. it's the first thing in my drafts lol like I add on and change things constantly. i want to finish it but this is the reason of my writers block/not posting. so i would love to get it out but i struggle.

The Boyz as College AUs

wordcount: sangyeon's aint even finished and its already 1.6k of bullet points. i have 11 members to write ranging from 1k - 2k words each..

tags: suggestive, maybe smut idk yet, fluff, crack, college au, very trope-y, i fell first but they feel harder trope, right person wrong time trope, slow burn bullet point style for most, slice of life, enemies to lovers!, best friends to lovers, okay you know what just assume probably every trope will be covered

warnings: possible smut..mdni, okay umm actual smut i just reread jacob's when making this 👀, talks of heavy anxiety, very cheesy, most likely all written lowercase on purpose, wip so not 100% sure of every thing yet

summary: this is gonna be formatted like my Bangtan in Bed thing I did years ago but more fluffy not so smutty. Pretty self explanatory but The boyz as College AUs! meaning how I imagine each of the boyz if you met them in another life in college.

notes: this one is my newest one in my drafts so it might take the most time to finish. might be a series but might be a master post we will see!

Bangtan in Bed: Jeon Jungkook | NSFW

wordcount: i usually do around 1k for these

tags: smut..and more smut

warnings: (this is the warnings i had from where i left off writing this part over a year ago. subject to change.) baby boy kookie, massages, dry humping, strong senses, sensory play, mood setting, daredevil kookie, risky sex, stamina control, strength kink, wall sex, shower sex, standing up sex, thigh riding, overstimulation (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), praise kink (receiving), phone sex, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation

summary: how jeon jungkook might be in bed based off my opinion!

notes: i haven't touched this in a LONG TIME! I probably need to go back and change a bunch i already written. i also honestly need to go back and edit the other members to kinda see if they still hold up. I did get a request to finish this series a while back and it's been eating at me so that's why this is on here.

[manias-wordcount]

Have a request? Read me!

Okay so ive been running this shit for about a year and a halfish i think its time to talk about how i work. though before we start i just wanted to say im thankful for everyone who supports me or just reads a work of mine. it means the world to me and i enjoy being able to share my writings with a bunch silly and lovely people like y’all !!! 

General Rules for my blog!

Please don’t ask me for any personals information lol

like actually

this includes stuff like my age, where im from, etc. 

i share what i want on my own private time sooo like

dont ask teehee

Please dont make SA jokes in the comments of my stuff xD

i wish i was joking.

i understand some people use humor to cope

but thats no excuse to be joking about bringing out the rape whistle when a unpopular background character is staring at you

like i really wish i was joking but yeah

Don’t be rude in general in the comments of my stuff lmaoo

like its genuinely annoying.

it’s 10000% okay to not agree with my vision for how a story goes or how a character should react

but if that’s something you want to tell me, do not be rude about it lmaoo like where are your manners

like if you dont agree, you dont agree but neither of our word is law soo...

also dont fucking shame requesters or commenters if they’re actually doing nothing wrong

i’ve had way too many people complain or shade other’s completely reasonable requests like wtf???

but yeah practice some self-awareness before you speak your mind sometimes? 

you are not the only person in the room

okay rant over teehee

Some of the stuff on my blog contains sexual material

I really try to give warnings ahead of time

but don’t be afraid to point out if there's something else that probably needs a forewarning

also my words are not gospel

shit can be dramatized (im whore)  or romanticized for convenience of storytelling (im lazy) so if youre using this stuff to learn about sex uhhh

maybe dont?

Some of the stuff on my blog contains some dark themes

i also try to be transparent about those things as well

but for the record im in no way glorifying these dark themes

though as someone who is both creative and has seen/gone through so shit i do explore and work through some of these topics to myself as a person and as a writer!

Request Rules and Guidelines

i’ll write anything!! (within reason)

i think you guys can guess a bit about what “within reason” means

and i know the fact that i dont have a “NO LIST” can be inconvenient

but if you’re unsure if ill write something you want? just ask!

you can always ask in dms or in my inbox! either is fine  

that means i have the right to deny anything too, of course

long story short, y’all dont pay me LMAOO

i usually wont deny something but i will if it’s...

one: requested while my requests are closed (im sorry but no more means nomore!!!)

two: goes against what i believe in some way (i doubt anyone is going to request something political or bigoted so im talking shit like the fact that i will never write anything that takes place in the state of New Jersey USA because  i hate that place so much WHHAHAHAHA

three: you were mean to me AHAHAHAHAHAH

yeah this list isn’t long and very hard to get but i did want to make this transparent

before anyone starts requesting some new jersey aus..........

be respectful !!

not only am i human, im truly am doing this for free (for now, at least) and on my own time

though you should treat people who charge for their work with respect too.

its hard out there for us lil creators lmao

sometimes, less is better.

Super detailed requests can be tricky to navigate.

Again, im doing this on my free time and i average around 1K-2k words depending on what my life is looking like at the moment.

sometimes a super detailed requests require multiple parts that might not be released for a long time.

Or i struggle with getting a story im proud of putting my name while trying to respect the request.

If you want specific details to make the experience more personal to you, go for it

but do you really need to tell me what your request is in 11 full-length  sentences? do you really HAHAHAH

also if i aske you to explain something, please be able to explain it bc im not a mind reader and this guess and check thing is kinda stressful

try not to rush me lol

Im checking my blog everyday.

I see your requests and i promise im (most likely) not ignoring you.

i have other hobbies, and a life too, and possibly 20 requests ahead of you.

i try to get everything out asap but sometimes that’s like 2 or more months

BUT if you’re scared that your request may not have made it through the hellsite, send another one asking if i got the request! 

i’ll respond to that one if i have!

PLEASE TELL ME WHO AND WHERE THEYRE FROM IN YOUR REQUEST

like actually teehee

It stresses me when i just get a request and all that's included is the situation the requester wants and the character’s first name. Give me the full name or tell me where they’re from before i scour every single series i write for to check for repeat names

its not that big of a deal but im scared of fucking up for you guys aaaaaa

If you send me a weird or rude request as anon, im just going to delete it from my inbox for both of our sake

cough cough THINK LIKE NO PEDOPHILIA LIKE ACTUALLY

and im not gonna specify what i mean by “weird” beyond that just because it’s very much a random situation

im not naming anons but just kinda think ahead of time what you’re asking me (a stranger) to do and publish for you

maybe uhhh...check my masterlist before requesting?

i know its daunting

i know i have a lot on there

but there might literally be exactly what you’re looking for on there HAHA

if not though, absolutely go forward with requesting !!!!!!!

even if what you want is something similar to what i’ve already written, a few changes make a huge difference!

but when in doubt about characters or stories i’ve written before?

check!

if have the right to change the way i write a request (unless specifically stated otherwise)

all this means is that every request (unless a HC is specifically asked for) will start off as being written as a full length average Mania™ fic

if for any reason i decide it would be better in a different format, then i will change it (ex: fic  => hc)

UNLESS YOU SPECIFICALLY ASK FOR A CERTAIN FORMAT

then ill keep true to that format no matter what happens 

but yeah ! that’s it for now at least. ill update this post if theres more hehe. also if you have questions, just dm me or put it in my inbox :)

[hydroponicjj]

golden hour

pairing: jj maybank x female!reader

summary: jj trying to convince you to take pictures during golden hour on the hms pogue.

word count: 1k+

warnings: sexual innuendos, language, insecurities

a/n: hey lol. i’m alive. the new season of obx has dragged me out of my dark and lonely hole. this was a draft that i had from last year. it’s been edited and revised! i hope you enjoy :)

                    「 ₊˚.༄ 」

“You better be getting ready!” JJ shouted from the other side of the door as he passed by, walking into the kitchen.

All of the Pogues had spent the night at the Chateau. It was a given that you all would go on the HMS Pogue the following day.

You weren’t feeling up to going, knowing that you’d have to be seen next to Kiara and Sarah, and that was a scary thought.

You loved your boyfriend and it was clear that both of you were happy in your relationship but, that never stopped fear from creeping up your spine every time you had to be seen next to your drop-dead gorgeous friends.

“What’s taking her so long?” John B questioned as JJ entered the kitchen. His arm was snaked around Sarah’s waist.

“Don’t rush her.” Kie defended from the couch. You confided in her and Sarah one night when you were drunk, not being able to shut up about every inconvenience in your life, including your insecurities.

“Go check on her, JJ. What if she like.... fell or something?” Pope urged, scratching the top of his head.

“Dude, she’s 16, not a grandma that needs life alert.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Well, we can’t leave without her so, let’s just wait.” Sarah shrugged.

Seconds later you emerged from the guest room, arms covering your exposed torso but nonetheless, you were dressed & ready to go.

“Let’s goooooooo!” John B rushed, trying to get everyone out as fast as possible.

Everyone followed suit, exiting the house. JJ walked over to you, resting an arm around your shoulder, “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” You gave him a smile, taking his hand in yours as you exited the house.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

You were sitting next to JJ, observing your surroundings while he argued with Pope, “Taco versus Hamburger? Oh man, the taco would win for sure! It could sharpen its shell and stab the shit out of the hamburger.”

The sun was setting and it cast an amazing crimson hue on the water and boat.

“Kie, Y/N, get your asses over here. We’re taking pictures!” Sarah shouted. Kiara rushed over instantly but you clung to JJ’s arm, not in any rush to move.

“Ahhh shit, photoshoot time!” Pope teased.

John B got out of the way of Sarah and Kiara and joined the rest of you in the hull of the boat, “Sarah is really about to drag you up there if you don’t go take pictures, Y/N.”

“I think you should go, it could be fun?” JJ nudged his arm, getting your face out in the open again.

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

“You just wanna use those pictures for later, don’t lie.” John B winked.

“Yeah, he has a folder with photos of you on his phone. I’ve seen it.” Pope chimed in, adding to the teasing.

“Ugh, JJ. You’re gross.” Scrunching your face, you walked away, heading in the direction of Kie & Sarah.

“W-What? It’s natural, everybody does it!!” Ignoring his constant cries for you to come back, you sat down and observed the photoshoot.

They looked in their element while taking the photos, so unapologetically beautiful.

“Hey!” Sarah smiled once she noticed that you were seated behind her.

“Come take some with us, hon.” Kie grabbed your wrist, urging you to stand up.

“No, no. I’ll watch you guys. Maybe even take some of you?” You insisted.

“Hear that, JJ? She likes to watch.” Pope whispered.

You scoffed, “He just wants you to take pictures so that he can.... admire them later.” Sarah smirked.

“He’s literally so gross.”

Kiara took a seat next to you, stroking your shoulder lightly, “Are you good?”

“I probably sound like a pick me but, I just don’t really want to take any photos. I just feel so silly because I know how insecure I really am. I’d feel like a fraud.” Shrugging, you looked back and forth between Sarah and Kiara, awaiting their responses.

“Hey, never invalidate yourself like that. You’re not fishing for comments or anything. It’s how you genuinely feel.” Kie grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“I just feel so lost in situations like this. I mean-- you two are in your natural element and I have no idea what to do.” You sighed, “And if what those idiots are saying is true, JJ is going to.... admire these later and, what if he doesn’t like what he sees?”

Sarah inhaled, ready to respond but your boyfriend appeared out of thin air. The two girls excused themselves, knowing that you probably wanted to talk to JJ alone.

“Hey.” JJ’s arms were crossed as he stayed standing, towering over you.

Ignoring him, you kept looking forward, “Listen, I’ll tell them to quit with the jokes, okay?”

You nodded your head, turning your head to look at him, “You know that this is a small boat and, sound carries, right?”

Nodding, you listened as JJ continued, “I’m not like those assholes over on Figure 8.”

He paused, looking at you to make sure that you were still listening, “I'm not gonna judge you, Y/N/N.”

"I know, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like a shitty boyfriend.”

Taking a seat next to you, JJ took your hand in his, “Y/N, there is no other girl in this entire Snickers galaxy that compares to you.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter, “Milky Way, J. Wrong candy.” You nudged your head into his shoulder.

"Close enough,” He replied, wrapping his arms around your neck, “I am so in love with you, Y/N. It's like.... fumbles with my insides and shit when I see you treat yourself this way.”

At this point, you could only nod. Tears were forming on your water line, threatening to spill over.

You stayed in his embrace for a few more moments. It allowed you to gather yourself before returning to the rest of the group.

None of the Pogues said anything. JJ was right, sound carried for miles on such a small boat so, you were one-hundred percent sure that they heard the entire exchange.

Plus, there was really nothing for them to say. For JJ’s standards, he did a really good job at comforting you.

As you enjoyed the silence between the six of you, JJ still felt as if it was a bit too silent for his liking.

“For what it’s worth, I do have a secret photo collection of you in my phone.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to giggle.

[kimistorm]

[Lee Minho] Cats are the Worst

Fandom: Stray Kids

Pairing: Lee Know/Lee Minho x GN! reader

Requested by: AvatarKyarra

Prompts: 6) “That wasn’t supposed to happen” and 9) “Don’t freak out”

Word count: 1.7k

TW: Mentions of food

AN: Lol <1k was a bit of a lie apparently. Anywho, thank you for the request! Sorry if the writing feels a little clunky/repetitive TwT BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, Hyunjin is back!!

“I don’t know, do you think he’ll like it?” you asked your phone that was on speakerphone as you scrolled through the list of recipes on your screen.

You heard an exasperated sigh from the other end of the line, “of course he’s going to love it. You’re his significant other.”

“Yeah, but he’s not that fond of sweets,” you bit your lip and ran a hand through your hair in frustration.

Han let out another groan from your hesitance, at this point, he was probably more frustrated than you, “have you seen him with Felix makes brownies?”

“Okay, but Felix’s brownies can make anyone melt.” You bit back in response as you thought to the cheery blond’s sweets. They always made you feel better, even after a rough day.

“He’s going to love anything you make him,” Han told you with finality, though this would be the fifth time he’s told you this. “But the more time you waste doing this the less time you have to make it.”

You snorted, knowing Han also had streaks of indecisiveness, “when did you become decisive?”

“Since you spent nearly an hour going in circles with me.” You let out a yelp of surprise, not realizing how much time had already passed. “Just make cookies! They’re going to be faster than a cake.” Your black-haired friend quickly told you, hoping to take this opportunity to give you a decision.

“Okay, okay, thank you!” you hurriedly clicked on the recipe with the highest rating and number of reviews.

“It’ll be amazing!” Han rushed to tell you as you fumbled with your phone to hang up.

“Thanks Han! If we have any extra I’ll bring you some!”

“Go, go go!” Han cheered before hanging up. With a determined nod, you ran around your shared kitchen for the ingredients. You frowned when you couldn’t find any more chocolate chips, Minho must’ve eaten them because you could’ve sworn you had some last week. It looks like you’ll have to change your plan and make sugar cookies. You found a simple recipe that allowed for decorating and decided that you’d decorate them. That’d be a cute gesture, right?

With clumsy precision, you measured out the ingredients and mixed them together to form the dough. You frowned as the recipe called to chill the dough for a couple of hours. You weren’t going to have time for that, so you’d have to skip that step and hope things still turned out all right. With the use of a couple of spoons and a butterknife, you were able to scoop out some relatively flat cookies onto the baking tray and pop them into the oven. It was a shame you couldn’t find the cat-shaped cookie cutters that you thought Felix gave you for Christmas, but they were very lost. Now that you think about it, you weren’t sure if you saw them since the day he gave them to you.

It was with a sinking heart when you realized you would have to wait for the cookies to cool before you could ice them. “It’ll be okay, right?” you worriedly mumbled as you glanced at your phone to see how much longer you had until Minho came home and the timer telling you that it would be close. Letting out a somewhat panicked but quiet, “aaaaaa,” you set to cleaning up the bowls and utensils you had used to make the dough. In no time they were on the drying rack and you grabbed a smaller bowl to make the icing.

You fished through to the back of your pantry for the somewhat old bag of powdered sugar that you used to decorate pancakes with and then never used again. You were glad to see it was still powdery and usable. You were measuring out the powder for the icing when a light body made its way to your side.

“Hey Doongie,” you cooed as you pet the cat who leaped onto the counter for some affection. “We’re going to make your dad cookies, what do you think?” dark eyes blinked at you lazily. “Ah, maybe that’s what I get for trying to talk to cats.” You sniggered when you got no response. You turned around to check the next steps of the recipe, but quickly spun around in fear when you heard the hollow ‘thunk’ of something plastic falling to the ground and an indignant ‘meow.’

“Oh no!” you panicked when you saw Doongie sitting cleanly on the counter where you left the white cat, but there was no bowl of powdered sugar. That was spilled on the ground. “Why’d you do that?” you wailed at the cat who you swore was smirking at you. You grew even more scared when you saw the disturbed flour on the ground. It was thrown all over the place and you saw pawprints leading out from the mess. “You didn’t!” you scolded as you followed the trail of white pawprints, already fearing for the mess that was being tracked all over your apartment.

Thanks to the visible trail, you were able to find the victim hidden in one of the cat houses perched on a scratching post. “You wanna come out?” you cooed to the cat enshrouded in darkness. You needed to see the damage that was done. Two eyes seemed to stare back at you from the darkness, blinking only once. You let out a sigh before returning to the kitchen to grab a cat treat. Doongie meowed pleadingly with you, going as far as to put a paw on your arm when you fished out a treat, “no.” You told the cat sassily, “you’ve caused enough trouble.” You swore Doongie rolled their eyes at you as you walked away.

“Come on out,” you gently cooed as you waved the treat in front of the opening to the cat housing. There was a moment of silence, and then a head popped out. You quickly moved your hand away so the cat would have to reach, and gasped when you saw the white cat who emerged. “Oh no Dori!” the normally striped gray cat was almost completely coated in powdered sugar. “On second thought,” you put the treat back into the housing, “you can stay in there.” You were not looking forward to washing the dark cat.

You left the cat to the darkness of the cat house and the treat before returning to the kitchen, letting out another wail when you saw Doongie playing around in the pile of sugar. “No! Bad cat!” you weren’t keen on another set of sugar tracks around the apartment so you slowly came closer to pick up Doongie. The white cat froze and stared at you, nimbly jumping out of the way when you lunged forward to pick them up. “No! Come back here!” you raced around the apartment chasing the white cat.

After a few seconds of chasing them, you decided to give up, hoping Doongie would calm down and sit instead of running around the entire apartment to cause an even bigger mess. You quickly closed the door to the bathroom where the cat was currently taking refuge and closed all the doors to the rooms. Hopefully this would keep the damage contained. With a sigh you set to cleaning up the powdered sugar that had splattered to the ground and somehow onto the cabinet right next to it.

You heard the deadbolt click and your heart sank as the door opened to reveal Minho, “hey,” while you were sad your cookies weren’t ready in time, seeing him always put a smile on your face and you got up from the ground to greet him, “you’re home early.”

“They let me leave earlier,” he smiled as the two of you quickly kissed. There was a meow and he looked down in confusion at the half-white half-gray Dori.

“Dori?” he kneeled down and rubbed the cat lovingly, “what happened?” he asked as he turned his attention to you.

“Don’t freak out.”

His dark eyes widened, “that’s not reassuring at all.”

“I was trying to bake you cookies, and then Doongie knocked the sugar bowl onto Dori.” Minho let out a quiet yelp and began inspecting Dori for any wounds. “Sorry.” You muttered shamefully, you were just trying to celebrate.

“Don’t worry about it,” Minho smiled as he pulled you into a hug, “that’s so sweet you tried to make something for me.”

“I guess I made something.” You muttered bitterly into his shirt, “a mess.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” he told you gently, “they’re self-cleaning,” he gestured toward Dori, “it’ll be fine. Probably.” You giggled at his last comment, relieved to find he wasn’t mad. He was an angel, if your positions were switched, you definitely wouldn’t be as cool-headed as he was right now. “Is something burning?” Minho asked after a moment and you let out a scream, running over to the oven and completely deflating when you saw the blackened cookies.

Minho aided you in opening the window and airing out the open oven so the fire alarm wouldn’t go off, “that wasn’t supposed to happen.” You mumbled sullenly as you took out the cookie sheet and cautiously broke one of them, causing it to completely shatter and reveal how deep the black reached. “I kind of don’t want to scrape off the burnt parts to get to the good stuff.

Minho peered over your shoulder and popped one of the broken pieces into his mouth. His eyes watered at the hot treat and he frantically waved a hand over his open mouth to try and cool it down. “Yeah, it’s kind of bad.” He answered honestly as he engulfed you in a back hug, “and it burned half of my taste buds before I even tasted it.” You deflated at his blunt comment, “don’t worry! Let’s go buy some cookies at the bakery down the street!”

“But I wanted to make you something to celebrate,” you pouted, looking sadly at the blackened sweets.

“Just being with you is enough,” he smiled into your neck.

You hummed and leaned into his touch, “you’re too nice.”

“Come on,” he gently tugged at you, “let’s clean up the cats and get some cookies.”

“I love you,” you told him softly as you gave him a kiss.

“Love you too.”

Masterlist

[azucanela]

HOLDING YOUR DRINK [GENDER NEUTRAL HEADCANNONS]

FT. AKAASHI KEIJI, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, TSUKISHIMA KEI

HAIKYUU!! MASTERLIST | 1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: In which Y/N needs someone to hold their drink. 

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, mild violence, based on the tik tok trend, one curse word, nothing explicitly mentioned but be weary of the implications of drug use and such [lmk if there are any others i should include]

A/N: this is tik tok’s fault but yeah kjashdkjash

AKAASHI KEIJI

HEADCANNONS

ah. sweet, sweet, pretty boy akaashi

always pretty, but sweet? haha... thats about to change.

this is probably bokuto’s fault, akaashi feels the need to supervise him though, especially after that one time he left him unattended at a party and he jumped off the roof into the pool and nearly drowned because he forgot he could swim

yeah.

akaashi isn’t one for pda aside from the basic stuff like hand holding and maybe the occasional kiss on the cheek and he knows you are perfectly independent and thats all good and dandy, but even when hes being social and talking to his friends he still has one eye on you and one eye on bokuto

when you finally make your way over to him, asking him to hold your drink while you use the restroom, he simply nods to you, takes your drink in one hand, and covers it with the other, nonchalantly.

to say that akaashi, your boyfriend, is shocked when a random person comes up to him claiming to be your boyfriend comes up to him and asking for your drink, would be an understatement

almost instantly he calls out, “bokuto.” his voice is loud and firm enough that bokuto is looking in his direction almost instantly, ceasing his dancing on top of a table. when akaashi waves him over, he gives him a look of confusion but ends up coming over to where akaashi and this stranger is

and he enters the conversation hearing the stranger say, “im their boyfriend and they asked me to get their drink now hand it over.”

bokuto, naturally, is confused goes to say, “wait i thought y/n was—”

“bokuto.” akaashi silences him with a look, extending the hand with your drink to bokuto, much to the chagrin of the stranger and only serving to further confuse bokuto, though he accepts the drink nonetheless.

akaashi wordlessly takes bokutos freehand and places it on top of the drink to cover the top, before turning to the guy, who had started complaining

and then punching him in the face

never in his life could bokuto recall a time in which he was scared of akaashi

until now

akaashi turns back around to bokuto, taking your drink from his hand and shielding it once more, as though he DIDN’T just resort to violence. 

you’ll never know this happened until one day someone talks about how akaashi is the calmest and kindest person ever and bokuto is like HA REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU PUNCHED THAT GUY CLAIMING TO BE Y/N’S BOYFRIEND IN THE FACE?

gosh darn bokuto that was supposed to be a SECRET you SNITCH

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

HEADCANNONS

HASDHJGAD

THESE PPL GOTTA BE DUMB TO EVEN TRY LMAO

oikawa probably dragged iwaizumi to another party or something and iwa-chan over here was like bruh there is no way in hell that i am the only person that is going to be sober while dealing with a DRUNK oikawa, thats too much to handle alone

so if oikawa doesn’t make you go, then iwaizumi will, for his sanity please agree to go. he’d never force you but PLEASE, he can’t do this alone.

honestly iwaizumi is the perfect person to hold your drink ngl, he’s definitely sober at whatever party he does to, not the type to drink your drink on accident or on purpose, our boy iwa is perfect per usual

you probably tell him you gotta use the bathroom and ask him to hold you’re drink and he’s like, “yeah, of course. take your time, i got it.” and then you leave, he is now standing alone, leaning against a wall. he’s holding your drink, with his palm covering the top while scrolling through his phone with his freehand AND watching oikawa to ensure he doesn’t accidentally decapitate himself because iwa MULTITASKS

a few people probably try to hit on him and he’s like no <3 im in a committed relationship have a nice day <3 

and then some random guy approaches

now iwaizumi is a very intimidating person so im shocked this person had the BALLS to even try but they start spewing nonsense about how you told them to come retrieve you drink from him 

at some point the guy probably implies that you’ll be going home with him and thats when iwaizumi sees oikawa passing by, releasing a laugh before calling out for Oikawa, “hey! shittykawa come here!”

oikawa is pouting but he comes over and sees the guy and is like, “oh whos this iwa chan?

and iwaizumi is laughing again as he gestures to the guy and goes, “apparently the guy whos taking y/n home.”

and then he goes, “do me a favor and hold this oikawa.” and oikawa is handed your drink, something that raises questions in him because why iwa chan?

he doesn’t have time to ask of course, because iwaizumi has already rammed his fist into the stranger’s face, effectively knocking him into the floor. ah the power of the ace of aoba johsai :)

he definitely would’ve kept going, threatening the guy as he wrecked his face until the message got through his thick skull, had you not arrived and witnessed the mans bloody nose, stopping iwaizumi from continuing

“he’s not worth it.”

“no, he’s not. but you are.”

i am in love with iwaizumi lol

anywho

you’re drink is very safe with the one and only iwaizumi hajime. 

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

HEADCANNONS

IM CANT BREATHE THIS MANS

y’all are visiting home since you’ve been off at uni for quite some time now, the gang is back together, daichi, asahi, kiyoko and a few others y’all met through volleyball in high school

you and suga have probably been in a relationship since you left high school, because it took y’all three years to figure yourselves out. its basically just reminding each other to ya know... take care of yourself mentally and physically

and of course, now that you’re all of age, you go to a club, maybe a college party that a friend of a friend is having

regardless, suga is always going to have an eye on you, he’s gonna know your exact location at all times. though he isn’t going to follow you around or anything, everyone once in a while he’ll drop by, hand on the small of your back while you talk to some old friends—or new ones idk maybe you’re an extrovert. he’s checking on you though! he asks if you’ve eaten, have you been drinking water, is there anything you need, are you feeing okay?

then he’ll press a kiss to your cheek and leave to go hang out with daichi and suga, they’re all just sitting on the couch, maybe with some new friends too, maybe with old ones from his karasuno days 

you come over, all like, “babe would you mind holding my drink while i go to the bathroom?”

he’s like yes ofc ofc, and he takes your drink, probably sits with his elbow resting on his knee, holding the drink between his legs with his other hand over the top of the drink. he’s pretty subtle about it, you wouldn’t notice as he just nonchalantly takes the drink from you and carries on the conversation that there’s a small furrow in his brow because why is the world like this, you shouldn’t need someone to hold your drink

everyone would honestly forget the drink isn’t his

now if someone happened to come over claiming to be your friend or maybe even a potential hook up— something sugawara would laugh at as your boyfriend, probably pretending to be intrigued by the idea before revealing who he is — well let me just say... 

a lot of people forget that out lovely mom friend and resident king, sugawara koushi, is also so very very very chaotic person.

which is why i KNOW when you hand sugawara that drink, if anyone even TRIES to take it from him, to ask him for it claiming you sent them, he will bark. suga WILL bark, he learnt how to just for this situation. he will also hiss. 

moral of the story: i trust sugawara koushi with my drink

TSUKISHIMA KEI 

HEADCANNONS

rip to whoever thought TRYING was a good idea

anywho

tsukishima did not want to go to this party, you probably dragged him to said party, and he only went because its you that dragged him to the party. 

he’s probably vibing alone in a corner or something, maybe engaging in conversation on occasion if someone he tolerates happens to be at the party, otherwise he’s stuck to you like glue, just following you around, arm over your shoulder, shameless pda as he wraps his arms around you and lays his head in the crook of your neck as you talk to your friends

then you’re like lmao babe free me i need to use the bathroom, also watch my drink, and he’s like okay FINE be that, and he takes your drink and watches as you make your way through the crowd of people

he’ll probably wait by the bathroom for your return because ew people he doesn’t want to have to socialize— especially not alone. and if anyone tries to socialize, hit on him, anything, he’s really just gonna straight up make it clear that he is not in the mood

it doesn’t really occur to him to cover the drink until some random person comes up to him

claiming to be a friend of yours and having come to collect your drink for you

there are several issues here, first of all, tsukishima was fairly sure he knew all your friends and he did not recognize this stranger at all, and he was pretty sure if he asked their name he wouldn’t recognize that either

secondly, tsukishima knows you would’ve come to get not only your drink but him because he made it very clear that if you abandon him at the party to fend for his own he would be rather unhappy

so when tsukishima questions the person some more and realizes his suspicions are correct, they are in fact; a liar. he laughs. he genuinely laughs because wow YOU THOUGHT you could fool him?

idiot.

he’s covering your drink with his palm— because he isn’t going to set it down? that’s just plain dumb, and tsukishima isn’t dumb. no, he’s covering it with his palm, and then using his free hand to grab this stranger by the neck and slam them into the wall he had just been leaning on because he needs to make it very clear that lmao this is NOT okay :D

this guys feet almost lift off the ground but tsukishima probably towers over the stranger because he’s a tall guy, and suddenly he’s threatening them, telling them that if they ever try something like that again they won’t be leaving the party.

“tsukki?”

hey look its you! 

tsukishima offers the strange one final, warning of a smile, before patting their shoulder awkwardly and stepping away from them to turn to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder before nonchalantly just saying, “lets go. this is lame. oh— and here’s your drink.”

tags:

@therainroguefanfiction​ @beifongsss​[girl idk if you even asked to be here but like now you are bc i forgot akjshdsajkdbs oops] @iwaizoom​ @shawkneecaps​

[pinklacedarling]

🏐 JUST MAYBE 🏐

🏐 Pairing: Kageyama x F!Reader 🏐 Summary: Kageyama needs some help with class and fortunately you’re there to lend a hand. 🏐 Contents: Fluff, Pre-Timeskip || 🏐 Word Count: 1k 🏐 Masterlist: Link

“Did you need something, Kageyama-kun?”

Kageyama nervously crinkled the notebook in his hands, playing with the edges as he struggled to maintain eye contact with you. The first year setter managed to get another failing mark on his test, and instead of tagging along with Hinata to get help from Yachi like he usually did he decided to ask help from you instead - his reason being that since the two of you were classmates and sat right next to each other it’d be easier to get your help as opposed to going to a different classroom every time, plus you always had high marks on your exams too.

It definitely wasn’t because he had a crush on you. Nope, absolutely not! That would be ridiculous!

It wasn’t because he found your laugh cute or your clumsiness endearing, or how adorably your face would scrunch up after you made a little sneeze. And it definitely, absolutely was not due to the fact that you had given him your extra yogurt drink because you caught him staring at the one in your hands a few weeks ago.

He stood there beside your desk looking down at you with a troubled expression, and when he didn’t answer you the first time you spoke up again.

“Kageyama-kun?”

“Ah!” He jumped slightly, gripping his notebook as he focused back on you. “U-uhm… Can you, uh— I mean, will you… Erm…”

Your eyes softened, making the tips of his ears redden, and he watched as your eyes glanced down at his hands and back up again. “Do you need some help with the last lesson?”

“Y-yes! If that’s alright with you..!”

The smile you gave him had his heart jumping around his chest, and he had to force himself not to look so excited over something so simple as studying. 

“Sure! I have some time right now, if you want?”

Kageyama nods, awkwardly moving his desk and chair around so that he could sit face to face with you while you looked through his notes.

“Kageyama-kun, your penmanship needs work.” He hears you say, and he’d be more upset at that had it not been for the small giggle that left your lips. 

The two of you spent lunch break together going over the lesson. Kageyama was thankful for the fact that you were patient with him even if he got something wrong multiple times, unlike Tsukishima who’d probably just insult him, but he’d never admit it was because he was distracted by you. 

He couldn’t help it, you just looked so cute! The way you nibbled on the straw from your juice box only made you cuter, so it was hard for him to concentrate - but again, it’s not because he has a crush on you, no!

Kageyama glared down at his scribbled handwriting, willing himself to stop staring at you unless he wanted to be called a creep.

He was so focused on his notes that he didn’t notice you sliding something over to him until it nudged the back of his hand. Kageyama blinks, shifting his gaze until it lands on the milk box in front of him.

“You like these, don’t you?” You asked him, still nibbling on your straw. “I always see you drinking yogurt or milk from the vending machines, but since you’re spending break here you didn’t get to buy any, right?”

“I-Is it really okay..?” He asks, wide eyed and surprised, as he took the drink in his hands. It was his favorite brand too.

You hum, nodding your head. “Yeah, it’s no biggie! I usually have two drinks cause I get hungry at the end of the day, but I’ll just buy another on the way home.”

Pressing his lips together in an attempt to hold back a smile - because of the milk box, not you, he reminds himself - Kageyama quickly moves to remove the plastic from the straw, fumbling a bit before he manages to finally take a sip. He fails to notice how he’s relaxed more now as compared to earlier, but seeing the faintest bit of pink on your cheeks had his own cheeks heating up, and he feels really stupid for choking on his drink because of it.

It had made you laugh though, so he supposed it was fine.

Unfortunately there wasn’t enough time to go over all the material as the bell signalled the end of lunch break, students coming in and filling the classroom with idle chatter before the teacher arrived. 

Kageyama moved his desk back to its proper spot, stretching his arm to place your notebook back on your desk, but you raised your hand before he could do so.

“Take it home with you today.” You told him, “You didn’t get to copy everything, right? We don’t have an exam coming up so you can copy them and give it back tomorrow.”

The setter nods, trying his best not to stutter as he thanked you again and carefully tucked your notebook away in his bag. 

“Uhm…” Kageyama started, drawing your attention one more time before class resumed. “I’ll pay you back— For the drink, I mean! And, uh, for the notes too...”

You let out a breathy chuckle and this makes him tense as he waits for your response. “If I remember correctly, you owe me for two drinks.” You hum, giving him a grin.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. 

“You have volleyball after school, right?” He nods, a bit confused, but stays silent as you continue. “I have club activities too, so come with me to Sakanoshita Mart afterwards. You can buy me some snacks and my favorite yogurt and we’ll call it even, ‘kay?” 

“Ah, of course! Yes! Sure! I’ll do that!” Kageyama exclaims all too quickly, visibly excited about the fact that he’d get to spend time with you again, even if it was just for a little bit. 

It doesn’t help his already thumping heart that you give him a bright smile and a promise to wait for him by the school gates later after practice. 

Kageyama thinks that, after casting one last glance at you as the teacher enters the room, okay maybe - just maybe - he has the smallest, tiniest hint of a crush on you. 

A/N: I usually wouldn’t write Kageyama but this was for a friend! It was fun to write how awkward he is lol

[unstoppableforcce]

“you love me, right?”

pairing: Javier Peña x reader

for 1k celebration ! for @tiffdawg !! thank you so much!! I had to do javi, I had to aim to make it sweet bc i made dark side so angsty lol

a/n: honestly, I don’t know when called id became a thing and I didn’t put that much research into this but bear with me

Javier couldn’t remember the last time he threw his keys into the bowl by the door and didn’t feel like it had been the world’s longest day.

Since the first day he got to Colombia, every day had been worse than the one that came before. Especially since you left.

Especially since he was the one who told you to go.

Colombia was just as bad for you as it was for him, taking down Escobar took its toll.

The first day he met you, fresh off the plane in the Bogota airport, he found your smile naive and childish. He had been in this war for six months at that point when you came in fresh faced and ready to try your hand at it.

But you had grown on him everyday since then.

Your optimism was the only light in the whole embassy, stakeouts were tolerable, nights out were distracting... you were a good constant to have.

A really good constant to have...

“Do you want another?”

Ten months in with you at his side and this was the first time he had seen your smile fall, and that night was meant to be a celebration. Yet, you sat back in your normal booth, head somewhere else until he nudged your arm with his elbow.

He repeated quickly as you turned back to him, “do you want another?”

“No, I uh, I think I’m okay.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I uh- I think I just need to head home...”

He quirked his head, angled in your direction.

It wasn’t necessarily early. Half the bar had already gone home but this was the kind of position the two of you often found yourselves in.

Alone together. Drinking your sorrows away in a busy Colombian bar until the early hours of the morning, or at least until either of you found someone to go home with.

So what was on your mind?

He was dancing around his words, he never did that with you. “Yeah, sure... do you want me to drive—“

“Yes.”

Your answer was quick.

And when the two of you got back to the building and he invited you in for one last drink, knowing there was something still on your mind, your answer was equally as speedy—

“Yes.”

But he knew something was wrong. You were too quiet, you were too sad for the occasion...

It just wasn’t his place to say anything. He grabbed a beer from the fridge for each of you, sat down next to you on the couch and just waited.

Waiting for an explanation he would have never expected...

“The ambassador recommended me for a job in Mexico...” your eyes refused to meet his, staring at the bottle in your hand. “I didn’t think it would go anywhere, you know...”

He knew that tone. He knew it better than most because he knew you better than most.

Bringing his bottle to his lips, he let you continue.

“It’s to head a task force... I didn’t think I’d get it, but I got the call earlier.”

“Heading a task force in Mexico?” He hummed, picking at the label. “Wow—“

“I haven’t accepted it yet—“

“You should.”

Your eyes snapped to his, or at least, where you expected his to be but his stare stayed trained on the bottle in his lap. “Really?”

“It’s a promotion, you deserve it.”

He couldn’t tell you that he didn’t want you to leave. He couldn’t tell you that you were more than just his partner in his mind, that he felt something more for you, that he didn’t want you to leave...

But when you asked again, “yeah?”

He lied.

He lifted his eyes from the label, connected his stare with yours and lied. It was the first time he ever lied to you.

He didn’t lie about informants, not about work or women. He didn’t lie when things looked bad; when he pressed his hands to your bullet wound and feared you passing out on him, he didn’t lie. He didn’t lie when things looked good; when he wrapped his arms around your waist in a happy hug to celebrate a win and you asked if he felt as good as you did, he didn’t lie.

But now, he looked you right in the eyes, kept his heart under lock and key, and lied.

“I think you should go.”

And every day since then, he had regretted it.

Hours spent at his desk without you? Unbearable. Nights spent with women who would never be you? Insatiable.

He never got to hold you the way he wanted to, he never got to know you the way he wanted to.

He made his way to the kitchen, pushing aside boxes of leftovers for the last bottle of beer. He needed to go grocery shopping, he needed to cook a meal every once in a while...

You used to remind him of that.

“I’m a grown man, I can buy my own groceries” he would mock you as he left his apartment, running into you coming in with bags in each arm.

You still tossed him a loaf of bread and bunch of bananas, “yeah, and one day, you’ll prove it to me.”

He figured if he really wanted to calm himself a grown man he would have to tell you how he felt. Grown men buy their own groceries, and they tell their partners how they feel before they move countries...

He owed you the truth.

It had been two months and every night when he got home, he grabbed the slip of paper you left for him with your new number and stared at it as he drank.

He owed you a phone call.

He just didn’t think you’d answer.

“Javi?”

He almost laughed at himself when he heard you pick on the other end, crumpling the slip of paper slightly.

“You knew it was me?” He taunted casually, trying to find his footing with you again.

It used to be so easy, why was his voice trembling at the mere thought you miles and miles away.

“Colombia area code...”

“Right, yeah.” He sighed, not sure if it was just hearing your voice but he felt lighter, much lighter. “Sorry it’s so late.”

“No, I’m glad you called, I miss you.”

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you— it wasn’t missed. You said you miss him, not you missed him. He didn’t know what that meant but it felt like it meant something...

“You know you’re on the phone with me, right, Sweetheart?” He missed you, he missed this fun with you, he missed all of you.

“Yes, Javi, I do.”

Did you feel the same? Is that why you told him you were leaving first, before everyone else in the office? Did you want him to talk you out of it? Did he want to talk you out of it?

He should’ve told you how he felt, now he was just silently holding you on the long distance call.

“How’s everything going down there?” You hummed out in place of his silence, clearly cooking your own dinner on the other end with the sounds of pans and utensils.

You used to invite him over, tell him you didn’t know how to cook for just one. Was that just an excuse to eat with him the same way he used to invite you over to drink, saying it was dangerous to drink alone?

“Things are fine, same as when you were here.” Just without you, so worse. “How are things up north?”

“Busy, I didn’t think anything could be busier than Colombia but it’s good work,” You continued to work in the background, talking over the sizzling of your pan. “You ever think about taking a trip? Im back and forth over the border pretty often, close to home for you.”

“As soon as things slow down here...”

You both laughed at that, the chuckle shuddering through his chest as he continued to drink his dinner.

He missed you. He wanted what was best for you, and deep down, he knew this promotion was nothing to scoff at, he wanted it for you. He just also wanted you.

He should have told you. That night. When you told him about the job, he should have told you what he felt.

He had to tell you know.

“There’s something I have to tell you...” he hated those words, he only got them out now because he knew they were better than the three little words that came next. He wasn’t sure he ever got them out before and meant it like he did now.

Not in Laredo. Not in Colombia.

“Mmhm?” You hummed, sucking on a spoon by the sounds of it.

He wanted to be there, or maybe he wanted you here. He just wanted to be with you, the country didn’t even matter.

“I meant to tell you the night you told me about the promotion but...” they were right there on his tongue, he wanted to say them but he couldn’t.

He stole another drink, taking in a deep breath and—

Your stove clicked off, “you love me, right?”

You knew. Of course you did. Promotions weren’t handed to bad detectives...

“I uh—“ he rubbed over his mustache with the back of his hand, feeling his cheeks heat up and you weren’t even there to pinch at them and call him cute like you did when you had too much to drink. “You knew?”

“I think I was hoping you would tell me, you know, that’s why I told you before anyone else, so you’d convince me to stay...” you mused, tapping something against a metal bowl, maybe opening up the oven from the sounds of it. “But thinking about it now, I think I’m glad you didn’t”

“I didn’t want to stop you from going... I meant what I said, you deserve the promotion.” He sighed, letting his head fall back against the fridge. “That wasn’t the right time.”

“But over the phone?” You chuckled, silencing the beeping of something in your kitchen. “That’s not why I’m glad you didn’t.”

“You wouldn’t have stayed?”

“That’s not what I mean...”

He took the final sip from the bottle and set it back on the counter in front of him, waiting for you to continue.

“Maybe I stay, maybe I don’t, I don’t know... you weren’t ready to love me then.” All sounds on your end stopped, just you and the phone connecting the two of you.

“I can’t really love you from here now either...”

That wasn’t what you meant though, he knew that.

You meant that the two of you, fighting to get Escobar in the Colombian heat, he wasn’t ready. He was seeing informants every other night, he was drinking himself to sleep every other night. And more than anything else, he was putting his life on the line every day and not caring what it took to get Escobar.

He wasn’t ready to love you. Or maybe, he was always ready to love you, he just wasn’t to be loved.

That’s why he didn’t tell you, that’s why he let you leave.

“You should take that trip, Javi, maybe when things die down, maybe when you are ready...” you hummed.

“I don’t know when we’ll get Escobar, I don’t know how long that’ll be.” He huffed, rubbing over his face and leaning forward onto the counter in front of him.

“It’s okay...” he heard your plate hit the counter, “I’ll be here.”

He needed you to be. Just the thought of having you one day could be enough to get him through the rest of this hell.

“You didn’t let me say it.” He added, a smirk slowly growing on your face, he wondered if you could hear it.

“Hmm?”

“That I love you, you said it for me...”

He could hear the smirk on your lips, “yeah I guess I did.”

“You’ll have to wait then.”

“Really?” It wasn’t a smirk he could hear, it was a real genuine smile. He wished he was there to see it.

“So I can say it in person.”

You’d wait. He’d wait.

No matter how many long days it took.

[birdiepi]

clean shave (m)

~pairing: shownu x reader

~genre: smut and fluff 

~word count: 1k

~warnings: 18+, smut, manhandling, rough sex, maybe dom? its unclear lol, just fast-growing desperation for each other sexually 

~summary: shownu wants your help to get rid of his stubble, but his game tests you

~a/n: hahaha so. there was a video somewhere out there on the internet about how often monsta x have to shave and then I couldn’t help myself! enjoy :) feedback is always appreciated 

A large hand finds its way from resting on your waist to your cheek, a thumb swiping back and forth. You stir from your sleep, whining in protest but gripping the hand with your own so it doesn’t leave. Your eyes flutter open, at first assaulted by the bright morning light filtering in through the curtains then being graced with the sight of Shownu’s warm smile.  

‘Sweet girl, how much longer are you going to sleep?’ he says, his other arm slips beneath your torso to bring you closer. Your leg swings over his out of habit as he begins to stroke the length of your back slowly.

Too slow.

His hand is going lower each time.

A quick tap to your ass had you jumping out of a doze you had no idea captured you. ‘Come on,’ he said, rolling out of your weak hold on him. ‘We’ll be wasting the day if we stay here any longer.’

‘But–’

‘Ah,’ he halts, holding a finger up giving you the look.

‘Fine,’ you say, dragging the word out. Hauling yourself upwards, you make your way to the bathroom sink trying to force liveliness into your soul by freshening up. As you’re applying moisturiser to your face, Shownu saunters up behind you. His hands find their usual home on your hips. His mouth comes down to kiss a place he knows drives you crazy, right below your ear.

It takes you a moment to realise his hands are moving in all directions until his left forearm is across your torso and his other hand is resting on your thigh, making its way in between…

‘Besides, I need your help with something,’ he says.

‘What’s that?’

He pulls a chair from your bedroom into the bathroom, sitting to face you. ‘Your going to help me get rid of all the stubble today, baby.’ Your breath hitches.

‘What if I hurt you?’ You bring your hand up to brush your nose, sniffing.

‘You won’t, come here.’ He lays out his products on the counter beside him and gestures for you to straddle his lap.

You do as he wishes, climbing onto him and settling upon his thighs, nervous to say the least. He instructs you to wet his face first, encouraging you when you give him an uncertain look. You bring your wet hands to his chin, dropping water down him in the process but he doesn’t flinch.

‘Okay, now, the shaving cream.’

If you weren’t so worried about accidentally cutting him, you would have played around a bit, but you do as you’re told. Smearing the cream in all the necessary places, you rinse your hands clean, picking up the razor.

The whole time, Shownu’s hands had been resting on the sides of your thighs. Now, he sits up straight and moves his hands to the curve of your ass. The warmth that spreads from either side is enough to distract you, so you hesitate.

His round, honest eyes haven’t left your face since beginning. He gives a squeeze to your cheek for reassurance.

You make the first few strokes on his face, going in the directions he was instructing. After a few heartbeats, you get the hang of it.

‘That’s it, darling,’ he whispers, ‘Just like that.’ He’s trying to keep a straight face while saying this, but you let out a little giggle.

‘Stop it, I can’t concentrate if you’re going to be like this,’ you say, trying to hold your hand steady.

‘If I’m going to be like what?’ he raises an eyebrow. You are about to answer when his hands start to massage you, his thumb dipping into the fold between your stomach and thigh.

You can’t do this; you’ll end up accidentally catching his skin with the blade.

‘Keep going,’ he says in a tone you can’t disobey.

You already shaved more than half of his stubble. You just have to make it through the last bit. He moves his troublesome touch to your ribs, pushing upwards beneath your breasts. You bite the inside of your cheek.

‘I can’t,’ you whine, hoping he’ll let you calm down for a moment.

‘You can, you’re almost there.’

You feel heat pooling at your core, desperately wanting to clench your thighs together but Shownu’s legs aren’t allowing it.

Breathe. Just simple drags, that’s all.

Setting the razor down, you reach for the towel to dry his face. As soon as you let go of it, his hand is between your legs, thumb circling your clit. An unholy moan rips from your throat, you grip his shoulder to steady yourself.

He stands, letting you gently find your footing before he tears your underwear off your body from the side seams. Wasting no time, he pushes you back against the wall, his hand returning to your pussy, relentlessly pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping hole.

His grip around your throat makes your head spin. A shriek left your lips on its own when you felt shownu retract his hand to slap you between your legs instead. You clench your thighs even harder.

‘You like that, don’t you?’ he says, into your ear. ‘Get my cock out, baby.’

Reaching down, his grip on your throat loosened, your mouth waters at the sight of his impatient member.

‘Do you want it?’ he places your arms around his neck. You nod fiercely. ‘How much?’

‘I need it, please, I–’ tears fall down your cheeks and he doesn’t let you finish, lifting you up by the backs of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist.

‘God, I love it when you cry,’ he says, right before inserting his entire length into you.

He didn’t allow any time for easing at all. He started with a deadly pace and maintained it. Thrust after thrust, you cried out. The pleasure is too much. This man owns every inch of you in this moment and you’re not complaining.  

You try to bury your head in his shoulder to muffle your cries. Instead, he lifts you up by your hair and says, ‘You’re not allowed to be quiet.’

He begins to lift your body off his in time with his pounding, to have more impact, going deeper into your core and tightening until you’re sure your entire body might snap.

You can’t see anything through your tears or hear anything through your cries, his grunting and the lewd slapping.

Except Shownu leaning close and saying, ‘Come for me, baby girl.’

Those few words had you letting out your last cry, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He places you into a freshly run bath, feeling his face for the first time since you finished.

‘You did well,’ he smiles, taking a seat on the ledge of the tub.

‘You’re so mean,’ you say, turning your face away from him, only for him to turn you back by your chin.

‘But nothing happened, see?’ He puts your hand onto his cheek.

‘I could have cut you!’

‘But you trusted me, right?’

‘Yes.’

‘That’s my girl.’

[excelsi-or]

just a little sweeter (pt. 12)

I’m not going to lie, it’s very nice to be back. :) Was planning on posting this earlier today, but my end of semester lunch with my research group went longer than I expected. Enjoy~~

BIPOC rec: Roxanne Atienza is a Filipinx artist on IG. I enjoy her work. Some of its political, others were just great colourful portraits. 

w.c. 1k (fluff, lol this seems like significantly less after the last two which were pretty wordy. hope you enjoy!)

pt.1; pt.2; pt.3; pt.4; pt.5; pt.6; pt.7; pt.8; pt. 9; pt. 10; pt. 11

“Call me when you’re home,” Jihoon says. He hikes Eunha up a little higher. His little one fell asleep after playing with Seungcheol and Soonyoung in the practice room.

“Yeah, I will.” She pauses as she says something to one of her employees. “You bought the ingredients?”

“I got exactly what you texted me.”

“Okay, great.” Her voice is suddenly in a rush. “Afternoon rush is starting. I’ll talk to you later. Love you, bye.”

Jihoon opens his mouth to respond, but realizes she said the ‘L’ word. Before any sound comes out, she’s hung up already. He blinks in confusion, wondering if he’d even heard her right.

When he heads back to the practice room after the break, Eunha asleep on the couch with Bumzu watching her, Wonwoo comments on his dazed look.

“You seem lost,” Wonwoo laughs. He nudges Jihoon before Mingyu pounces on his back and drags him away.

Seungcheol wraps an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders as they move to stand in the center of the room. “You good?”

“Huh?” Jihoon nods. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” He meets Seungcheol’s eye. “Seriously. I’m good.”

“Something with Eunha?”

Jihoon shakes his head. “No, she’s fine. Bumzu hyung’s watching her.” He lightly taps Seungcheol’s bum. “Everything’s fine.”

There’s no real time for another break after that. But it’s when he checks his phone briefly, while Soonyoung and Chan go over choreography details, that he notices there are multiple messages. He can only skim them before they’re back to practicing again.

Jagi (13:02)

I said it over the phone.

I hope that didn’t scare you.

I didn’t even realize I said it.

I meant it.

Not really how I wanted to tell you,

But I do.

And if you have no idea what I’m talking about then please ignore all these messages.

There’s one last message before he clocks out for the day.

Jagi (16:03) I’m heading home now.

If you’re still coming for dinner.

“You’ve been distracted all afternoon,” Jeonghan says as they head out. He drapes an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders. “Things okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jihoon insists. “Just…”

“Just…?”

He sighs. “She said ‘I love you’ over the phone today.”

Jeonghan smiles. “That’s great!” He takes in Jihoon’s expression and his smile shifts. “Why do you look like it’s not great?”

“It is great.” Jihoon smiles. “I’m fine. Just surprised I guess.”

“You’re being weird.” Jeonghan squeezes his shoulder. “Go have dinner with your girlfriend who you already loved before she said it.”

Jihoon knocks on the door. Eunha is wide awake after sleeping and hanging out with Bumzu. When he’d buzzed her apartment, she’d let them in without saying anything.

Luckily, she opens the door for them. She coddles Eunha, who throws herself into her arms. When she finally releases Eunha to go and find the toys in the apartment, she addresses him.

“Hi.”

Jihoon opens his mouth to say something, but changes his mind. He holds the bag of groceries up between them. “I brought the food.”

She smiles a little and takes it from him. He follows her into the kitchen.

“Is this for me?” Eunha runs into the kitchen with a new colouring book in hand.

Her smile widens at Eunha. “Yes, it is. You two finished the other one that I had. Is that okay?”

“I love dinosaurs!” Eunha dashes out, nearly knocking right into her dad.

Jihoon waits until Eunha has settled in front of the TV, which was already on for her. “Are we… good?”

She looks over. She doesn’t respond right away as she puts the pot on the stove for the water to boil.

“I was busy at practice all afternoon when I got your texts.”

“I figured.”

Jihoon walks up behind her. “Are you mad I didn’t respond?”

“If I’m being honest,” she turns the element on and then turns to face him, her arms crossed over her chest, “I’m more embarrassed than anything else.”

“Embarrassed, why?”

She shrugs and Jihoon moves closer. He slips his arms around her waist and holds her at arms’ length. “Because that’s not…” She laughs a little. “When I imagined telling you, it wasn’t over the phone during a goodbye just before a café rush.”

Jihoon gently pulls her towards him, so she’s flush against him. “How did you imagine telling me?”

Her gaze is sweet when she meets his. “After you decided to tell me.”

This makes him laugh. He’s about to kiss her when Eunha comes running in.

“Look! It’s blue!” She shows them a picture of the stegosaurus coloured haphazardly in blue. The vegetation and sky are in various colours.

“Why is the sky orange?” Jihoon tips his head.

“Isn’t it during a sunset?”

Eunha shakes her head. “The meteor!”

She rests her cheek against Jihoon’s shoulder, turned away from Eunha so she doesn’t burst out laughing. Jihoon’s voice is amused. “You pictured this stegosaurus existing during the meteor that killed the dinosaurs?”

His daughter’s enthusiastic nod is adorable.

“It’s very cute, kiddo,” she giggles.

Eunha deems this high praise and runs off again.

She steps out of his hands to prepare their spaghetti dinner. He’s in charge of the pasta, because he won’t screw it up. She does everything else.

Jihoon stands in the corner, recounting his day, as she moves around the kitchen. He can tell her day’s been busy by her lack of commentary, so he fills some of the silence. While the meat is cooking in one pan, the vegetables in another, and Jihoon’s eye on the pot of pasta on the back burner, he wraps his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“If I said it now, would it be too late?” Jihoon asks.

She laughs, leaning her head back against him as she pushes the meat around so that it cooks evenly. “Say what exactly?”

He turns his head, so his lips brush the shell of her ear. “I love you too.”

“Hmm?” she hums.

“I love you too,” he says a little louder.

She tips her head. “Didn’t hear you, my love.”

Jihoon chuckles and wiggles them from side to side. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

This outburst makes her laugh and she turns in his arms, leaving the wooden spatula in the pan for the time being. Her hands cup his cheeks and she studies his expression. He can’t stop smiling, feeling giddy from the stupidity of it all.

“Fuck you for being adorable,” she whispers before pecking his lips.

Jihoon swears his heart will burst.