#and good luck to all the boys too i hope you'll have a good game 🍀🍀🍀

[somedaytakethetime]

Someone is looking dashing for tonight's game 🥰🥰

[caitlinsclark]

GOOD LUCK BABE! caitlin clark PART I. IT'S FINE, IT'S COOL caitlin clark x reader ✰ bree's notes: bet y'all weren't expecting this one yet mwahaha. had to write about this specific game.. for no specific reason! you'll see xoxo gotta keep you on edge. as always, i hope you all love it! thank you for all the support, you guys make me love writing again, i adore you. word count: 3.2k series masterlist masterlist and tag list

“You’re gonna be there early tonight, right?” Caitlin cringed at the longing tone that always somehow slipped in when she was talking to you. She was thankful she’d called you so you couldn’t see the way her palm hit her forehead in a silent scolding.

You remained perfectly unaware on the other end of the line, the same way you’d remained unaware the last few years. The brunette could’ve watched a closed gallon of paint dry in the time it took you to notice that she was hopelessly in love with you.

“Of course!” Your sweet voice had her forgetting entirely about the slip up, “I’m just running out with Luke and then I’m on the way.” 

Any joy from talking to you was suddenly washed away by the  natural disaster referred to as your boyfriend Luke. Luke, who you’d been with for three years now.

Three long, agonizing, pitiful years and counting that Caitlin had been skillfully avoiding a gag at the mention of his name. 

The brown eyed girl didn’t know when exactly the light changed and she suddenly saw you in a rose-tinted lens, surrounded by hearts and rainbows every time her gaze met yours. 

If she had to think, it was probably years ago during high school, a time where you were both unexperienced and eager to get your firsts done. You were just as attached to the hip as you were now, only Caitlin wasn’t knowingly burdened with the weight of loving you yet.

As you did many nights in your high school years, the two of you were having a sleepover tucked away in the comfort of your room. You were being entertained by the screen of your phone in the late hours of the night, texting an older guy in one of your classes. He’d offered to come pick you up and take you for a drive if you were willing.

As a teen who had never done anything remotely rebellious, you jumped at the opportunity to agree. You’d peaked over next to you, finding Caitlin deeply asleep and cuddling into your side. She had her head laying on the edge of your shoulder, undisturbed by the bright light of your phone when she was so cozy with your skin against hers.

You leaned over to kiss her head softly in an apology, sliding out so slowly from under her and replacing yourself with a pillow. Being so careful to be quiet despite Caitlin being one of the heaviest sleepers you knew, you tiptoed over to bathroom to make yourself look presentable and freshen up.

It was only two minutes later when the door gently pushed open and Caitlin groggily entered the bathroom with you, a blanket draped around her shoulders and her ponytail askew. 

“What are you doing? How did you even wake up?” You looked at her in the mirror, confused on how she woke up so fast.

She put her head on your shoulders, keeping her eyes closed as she used her arms around you to make sure the blanket enveloped both of you.

“Go back to bed, Cait,” You giggled, rubbing moisturizer onto your skin as you looked at her tired figure, “you’re so tired.”

She nodded without argument, “Okay,” and wrapped her fingers around your arm to tug you back with her. You tried to fight against her hold, softening at her childish pout.

“Dave wants to pick me up,” You informed, too busy to see how her face fell when you started applying lip gloss. She shifted on her feet, suddenly a lot more alert at the mention of the boy you’d been fawning over.

Maybe it was manipulative at best but Caitlin needed to stop you from going, “You’re not scared he’s gonna make a move on you? What if you’re not ready?”

You frowned, anxiety now building at the possibility she pointed out, “Do you think I’ll be bad?” Toying with your rings, you started to bite your bottom lip and Caitlin couldn’t stop her eyes from focusing on the action.

“Even if you are, you’re too hot for him,” She put her hands on your shoulders encouragingly and squeezed them, “But we can always try really quick to get your nerves down.” Caitlin spoke far too casually for what she was proposing and you did a double take at her in the mirror. 

Though she kept her eyes on you in the reflection, trying to gauge your reaction and you tried not to shake under the intense gaze. 

“Stop.” You shook your head like she was kidding, continuing to brush product onto your skin. Though she could tell you were doing this out of nervousness as you started fumbling around and looked anywhere but her.

She grasped both your hands in hers, successfully stopping you from ignoring her, “I’m offering.” Regardless of your previous nervousness, the sure look in Caitlin’s eyes had you and your heart beat settling down in the blink of an eye.

It would be a lot less embarrassing to be told nicely that you suck at kissing by your best friend than a possible boyfriend making fun of you. Worst case scenario, you were still more comfortable taking the leap with Caitlin than anyone else.

With the confirmation that she wasn’t kidding, you leaned into her and exhaled out slowly as her hands slip down to hold your hips. 

The gentle touch of your hands on Caitlin’s face was committed to memory, an intimacy she could still imagine to this day if she tried. But the softness of your lips was a feeling she kicked herself for not being replicate.

And the fear of how much she enjoyed it kept Caitlin from ever mentioning it again. The fragility of how close to her heart she held that moment could never hold up if you were to downplay it in a conversation.

“He’s not coming to the game though?” The athlete shook away from the everlasting memory and held her breath, closing her eyes and crossing her fingers during the moment of silence.

“No,” You sighed and Caitlin has never felt more apologetic for being so ecstatic at your disappointment, “him and Courtney are working on a pitch tonight.” 

The brunette thanked whoever the hell Courtney was and moved on, impatiently changing the topic to something that couldn’t be poisoned by the mention of that guy.

“Are you ready for game day?”

Tonight was a game that had both of your nerves rising. You could taste the redemption calling to you, eager to beat New York Liberty after having been bested the last three times before. 

“Wait, can I FaceTime you really quick?” You’d asked and it was a little embarrassing the speed in which Caitlin said yes. But the opportunity to see your pretty face wasn’t one she’d ever pass up.

She didn’t answer the second call right away when her screen flashed the contact picture, pausing instead to admire it as it continued to ring. It was a picture from the draft, when you’d exited the stage to see her standing and waiting for you. The matching Fever jerseys in each of your hands were proof of your dreams being within reach, the fabric wrapping around you both as you jumped into Caitlin’s arms unexpectedly. You were wearing beaming grins in the picture, as you pulled back just slightly to be face to face with her and say a small, sentimental ’we did it’ when the flash went off. Courtesy of Kate. 

Caitlin shook out of her infatuation fueled daydream and pressed accept, patting herself on the back when she got rewarded with the sight of your dazzling smile so close to the camera.

You set the phone down, doing a quick twirl in frame to show off your outfit, “Does this look good?” The black pantsuit hung off your figure deliciously in Caitlin’s eyes, framing you perfectly with a white cropped top showing off your soft skin. 

If the way she was ogling you didn’t answer the question, the stuttered ‘yes’ she let out did. You’d giggled, stepping out of frame to slightly fan yourself at the sudden heat spreading unexplainably through your body. 

“Thank you,” You had black heels in your hands, ready to slip them on when Caitlin stopped you.

“Wait,” She bit her lip at the idea, wondering if she was basically torturing herself at this point but she couldn’t stop, “Do you have those beige ones?” 

To the side she glanced at her outfit laid out, almost a reverse of yours. She had her beige set and black heels planned for about a week, though you had no idea.

You paused to scrunch up your face mid thought, Caitlin bit back her smile when your tongue poked out like it always did.

“I think so,” and you disappeared off camera for a moment while ruffling could be heard from little ways away. You walked back into frame, hair slightly messy and adorable in Caitlin’s point of view, with a pair of beige heels in your hand that managed to match the shade of Caitlin’s outfit. 

You slipped them on and took a step away, doing another twirl to show off the completed look. Caitlin started clapping from the other end of the line when you posed, cheering and wolf whistling loudly in a way that had your face heating up bashfully.

“Alright, alright,” You waved her off with a laugh, “I’m gonna see you to walk in, right?” 

She loved the fact that you knew she’d be waiting, confident like you didn’t even have to ask, “Right, I’ll be waiting.” And the tiny sigh that she let out afterward held all the dreaminess she’d been clinging to for the last 3 years she couldn’t speak on.

And you were about to respond when a knock rang out on your door. Right on time, Caitlin hid her growing smile behind her hand as you excused yourself to get the door.

When you came back, you were not only sporting a large bouquet but possibly an even bigger smile that made your eyes crinkle and face scrunch up.

“Caitlin.” You said with a monotone voice, trying not to let excitement overwhelm you as your insides lit on fire with a blazing adoration. She swore she even saw a row of tears start budding on your waterline, wishing she was there to wipe them away for you.

“What are these for?” You clutched them to your chest, a beautiful array of dipped roses that had a little navy blue bow on them.

She simply grinned, a sweet sight that you took a live photo of, “I wanted to wish you luck today. And I made sure they were safe for cats too so Perry would be okay with them.”

The outward ‘awe’ you let out was loud and still incapable of showing how touched you were, as you brought the phone to your lips and kissed the screen with a louder ‘mwah’.

She did the same back, hating the way she craved for it to be real. You lifted the gray cat up off the ground where he was circling your feet, “That was the sweetest and most thoughtful thing ever. Perry says thank you too.”

Caitlin took her own live photo, her heart growing in size as she admired you while you held the flowers tucked in one arm and cuddled the furry animal in the other. 

“Just as pretty as you,” She muttered just loud enough for you to hear, slipping your face behind the flowers to try and shield the fact that you were most definitely reacting to the praise.

Your best friend knew you too well, chuckling on the other end and you knew that she knew, “I’m gonna go finish getting ready, I’ll see you in like five days.” Caitlin groaned the last part dramatically all while you watched with an amused delight.

“I’m seeing you in like three hours, not days, C,” You laughed with a small head shake. You set the flowers in a vase as you side eyed the camera and put them on display in the center of your table where they deserved to be.

She still kept up her disappointment, “Feels about the same if it’s time without you.” 

“I’ll see you in a little bit,” You promised, sending her an air kiss which she caught obediently and saluted to you. If you had to hang up quickly to giggle like a school girl, that was no one’s business.

You’d sat dazed with a lingering smile as you slipped your phone into your side pocket. You hummed a tune, in a delightful sort of daze and you twirled a petal of the rose between your fingertips. Your blissful environment was halted by the presence of an incessant buzzing and you groaned at the caller ID of your mother. You went into the living room and sat on the couch, debating letting it go straight to voicemail.

Luke had walked in at the same moment, barely saying a word to you as he headed right into the kitchen. He popped his head out a few seconds later as you were preparing to press the green answer button

“Who are those flowers from?” 

The first thing that he’d cared to speak to you about and you stopped from rolling your eyes. Your voice came out monotone and hesitant, “Caitlin.”

He made a face you couldn’t quite describe and nodded before disappearing back into the kitchen. With fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, you tried to get back even an ounce of happiness you’d felt earlier.

“Hi.” You’d spoke curtly into the phone, trying not to sound too displeased, though you most definitely were. And talking to your mother never helped that.

“What is the attitude for?” She questioned, already adding a layer of tension and you muted the call to scream into a pillow before unmuting it.

“Sorry, I was just moving laundry, out of breath.” You’d rolled your eyes at your own lie, “What’s up?” The quicker you could get off the phone the better.

She made a noise like she didn’t believe you, “How are things with you and Luke?” There was no segway to the conversation, treated like a simple business interaction of information rather than a comforting mother and daughter exchange.

Should have expected it, you thought as you squeezed your eyes shut, “We’re great, he’s working on a big project at work right now.” With a silent prayer that the conversation would stop there, but it never did.

“I don’t see why you and Luke haven’t gotten married already, you’re settled in the league, he has a steady job, he loves you. What more are you looking for?” 

Opening your mouth for a rebuttal, you couldn’t find one in your chest. What more were you really looking for? In reality, you were content with the way your life was going. You were playing professionally basketball with your best friend in the world like you’d dreamed, you had a healthy and adorable little cat, and you had a steady boyfriend. Though your face scrunched up at the order in which you casted your priorities. 

“I don’t know, I’m not in any rush. We haven’t been spending much time together with his work and mine.” You hated having to clue her into any part of the negativity that your relationship had been facing.

You loved Luke, you truly did, but you felt like he resented the fact that you had gotten into the WNBA. Things had shifted once you got drafted and it seemed like Luke was the only one falling behind. It was a stark difference to the way he’d supported you in your career during college and you weren’t a fan of the change.

Your mother made yet another hum of disapproval, “You know, your father and I aren’t going to be around very long. You should be rushing to get married and having a family for us to see. As long as I can remember, you’ve always run away from people who treat you better than you deserve. You’ll never find someone else like, Luke.”

You could’ve mouthed the words in sync with her, knowing exactly what the conversation was going to come to, “I’ll keep that in mind while I’m prepping for one of the most important games of my season, mother.” A bitter undertone slipped its way in and you quickly hung up the phone with a loud groan.

The white picket fence life was one that was forced onto your mother, one that she seemed not too happy with. And it showed in the way she forced it onto you since such a young age. Find a nice man, get married, have kids. Nothing else in between or after mattered to her.

You were tense and rigid when Luke entered the room again about twenty minutes later, with your head in your hands and tears forming. It didn’t seem like he had any idea of your state, or maybe he did and didn’t care.

“You look hot,” Luke commented and you lifted your head to stare at him for a silent minute. When he didn’t seem to have anything else to say, you nodded in weak acknowledgement.

It was a quick decision, moving away from his lustful eyes that seemed to devour your figure. You wished it made you feel the way it used to, the way you used to melt and have to shy away from his gaze purely because it made you nervous. Now you shied away from his gaze because it made you anxious. 

“You excited for the game today?” Luke put his hand on your waist now that you were standing and you resisted the urge to protest by running far away, “You’re playing the Knicks right?”

You couldn’t help the sigh, a difficult swallow to hold back the words you wanted to say, “We’re playing Liberty. The Knicks are the NBA.” It was a gentle reminder, but the tiredness was evident in the way you spoke.

Luke had the audacity to look surprised, “Oh, you didn’t tell me that.” He squeezed the skin of your waist and you suddenly started to feel suffocated.

You did the other three times you played them. But that was beside the point. A sigh was your response as opposed to correcting him, turning to grab your keys from the kitchen counter.

You were about to completely leave when you noticed the absence of a very colorful and bright part of your day. The flowers that Caitlin had delivered were missing and you almost ran around your apartment looking for where they could’ve been moved.

“What happened to my flowers in the kitchen?” The question was frantic when you approached Luke on the couch, a little too frazzled but those were beautiful flowers. 

“They were dying, so I replaced them with new ones,” Luke smirked with a shrug, seemingly unapologetic as he nodded toward the trash. The attitude he had made you more mad than anything. 

You sped walked over to the can, ripping out the cartons littered on top of the beautiful flowers Caitlin had gotten you. A part of your heart broke when you saw half of them bent and broken.

“These were brand new, Luke,” You scolded him like a child, sighing in disappointment as you laid them out on the counter to save them the best you could.

“And those will kill Perry.” You sighed with a point to the flowers he had gotten. Not even feeling the slightest bit bad as you pulled out the Lilies and tossed them in the trash to replace where Caitlin’s used to be before heading out the door.

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Mostly canon-compliant. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

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Read the French Translation by @nagareboshi-chiyo

Paring: Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x reader / Wolfstar x reader

Chapter average: 5k - 6.5 k

Content: Smut in later chapters, Poly!Marauders, throuple, graphic descriptions of violence, MAJOR and minor character death (this is The Marauders Era guys, you know), jealousy, angst, pining, love triangle, LGBTQ+ themes, The Wizarding war 1.0, implied child abuse, possible proofreading errors, mental health struggles, hurt no comfort, hurt with comfort, period typical attitude, first war with Voldemort, canonical character's death, fluff, Requited Love, F/M/M, mostly canon-compliant.

Status: Ongoing (Weekly updates)

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PLAYLIST

01 | Summer Breeze

02 | Escape

03 | Bitter Sweet Symphony

04 | Rainy Days and Mondays

05 | Good times

06 | Crazy Little Thing Called Love

07 | Peaceful Easy Feeling

08 I Fooled Around and Fell in Love

09 | The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke

10 | Black Dog

11 | Do Ya

12 | You really got me

13 | Rebel, Rebel

14 | Maybe I’m Amazed

15 | No One Like You

Interlude (Q&A Event)

16 | Boogie Wonderland

17 | Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

18 | Friends will be Friends

19 | Silver Bird

20 | Bad Moon Rising

21 | Fox on the Run

22 | Long Long Way From Home

23 | Hungry Eyes

24 | Peace of Mind

25 | I’ll get Even With You

26 | Hooked on a Feeling

27 | Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

28 | If You Want BIood, (You’ve Got It)

29 | With a Little Help From My Friends

30 | Bridge Over Troubled Water

31 | Strange Magic

32 | Come a Little Bit Closer

33 | More Than a Feeling

34 | You Belong to Me

35 | Chill of Desire

36 | Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

37 | Gimme, Gimme, Gimme

38 | Let the Good Times Roll

39 | Running With the Pack

40 | Hot Stuff

41 | Urban Adventure

42 | Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

43 | Sympathy for the Devil

44 | No One But You

45 | Hold The Line

46 | Comfortably Numb

47 | Let Me Take You Home Tonight

48 | Dust in the Wind

49 | High Hopes

50 | Love the One You're With ♡

51 | Some Guys Have All The Luck ♡

52 | Twentieth Century Fox

53 | Too Much Love Will KiII You

54 | Sail Away Sweet Sister

55 | Noone Together

56 | Who Wants To Live Forever

57 | Play the Game

58 | Staying Power

59 | Break on Through

60 | Stone in Love

61 | Mr. Blue Sky

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BONUS TRACKS:

Your Theories, The Note, The Costumes, Sirius and the Chimney, Sirius and Vix after the bad moon, Evans and Vixen, Remus and Vixen at the infirmary, Remus holding Sirius at DADA, Remus and Sirius’ height difference, the FOXSTAR picture, Art by @nineloseteeth, We're going French,

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A/N: Most Poly!Marauders fics are oneshots, where the relationship between characters is already established, and they're all happy and pleased with it. No issues, no drama, but I WANTED the drama. Couldn't find it, so I set myself up to write the story behind the stablished relationship. I wanted to know how they started dating each other, the jealousy, the will they won't they, because getting into a poly relationship can't be an easy task, and I wanted to explore that story. If you're interested: Welcome to Gilded Constellations!

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too sweet - san

summary: model!san x designer!reader. it's love at first sight when you see san. he's perfect...for your runway show! he's the top model right now, and everyone wants him. you want him a little more, but we'll unpack that later. can you get the it boy into your collection?

word count: 8.6k

warnings: afab reader

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"how many more?" you whine, collapsing onto the table in front of you. your dramatics shuffle all of the model cards out of order after you spent the last hour organizing them. your system is ruined, so your mood goes too. the only thing to pull you back to reality is jen, your right hand man. she pulls you up, encouraging words on her lips, and gets to reordering the cards you just messed up.

"we only have a few more," she reminds you. "and the last few have been good! i think we'll have plenty of options for your show."

"yeah, the girls have been great," you agree. "but the guys are all meh. i thought i was being all forward thinking doing a coed collection but now i wish i hadn't."

"oh come on," jen nudges you. "these guys were hot!"

"they're pretty, but this guy tripped, this one didn't bring a portfolio, and this one has conflicts from now until the show," you list off. "i need at least two more, or i'll have to cut the men's pieces."

"we'll find one," jen ruffles your hair. "you want me to go bring in the next model?"

"nah, we've got a few more minutes on our break," you tell her. "i'm gonna go get a coffee, do you need anything?"

"a water is fine," she replies as you slip out the door. you try to avoid the waiting area so you won't run into any potential models. you make it to the coffee machine down the hall, and of course it's just your luck that there's a tall skinny man already there.

"y/n?" he smiles. "i didn't know this was your show!"

"seonghwa?" you smile back. "i swear, you get taller every time i see you."

"what can i say? i eat my wheaties," he jokes, pulling you in for a polite hug. "how long have you had this gig?"

"few months," you reply. "i've been shitting bricks the whole time."

"i'm sure," he nods. "but you're doing a great job. i've never seen this many top models in the same place for years. everyone wants to walk for you."

"well that's very flattering," you mumble. "but you'd think 'top models' would come more prepared. half of these bozos have not impressed me."

"she's talented and determined," seonghwa notes. "guess i gotta bring my a game."

"i guess you do," you tease him. "hey, you don't know anyone who could come audition before the end of the day, do you? i need more guys."

"i could make a few calls," he thinks. "what do you have in mind?"

"is it too vain to say someone sexy?" you laugh. "we're looking for someone intimidating, good walk, strong features. it's a dramatic piece so i want someone unique."

"i might know a guy," seonghwa nods.

"anyone i'd know?"

"i guess you'll know when you see him," he replies. "i gotta go, i think i'm next, so-"

"right, right, go make yourself pretty," you tell him. "it was so good to see you!"

"you too," he smiles at you genuinely. "proud of you."

"hey, no shmoozing before your audition."

-

seonghwa got a place in your show, obviously. now you only need one more guy. jen convinced you the tripper could work with some help, and there was another model from earlier in the day that you think deserves a call. you still need someone for your final piece, though, and you're running out of hope.

"so how do you know seonghwa again?" jen asks as you wait for the last model to show. "and how well do you know him? and how well would he like to know me?"

"we worked together a few years ago," you laugh. "he was one of the models in my first show."

"so you gave him his big break? he's indebted to you?" jen asks. "he has to make it up to you by, i don't know, going on a date with your best friend and best stylist?"

"we'll see," you frown. "you know i don't like messing with models."

"i hate that rule," jen mumbles as she sits back in her seat. "where's this last model? i wanna go home."

"seonghwa said he pulled a favor getting him here," you explain as you check your phone. "so he might be running behind. i can wait for him if you wanna go."

"no, if he's anything like seonghwa i want to be here to ogle him."

at that, there's a knock at the door, and you call out for them to come in. who steps through the door is maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen. he's striking, strong, and smiling shyly like he's not used to having eyes on him despite his profession.

"hi, i hope i'm not too late?" he asks, standing by the door.

"no," you quickly reply. "not at all, come in. you're seonghwa's friend?"

"yep," he confirms, walking up to hand you the most professional looking portfolio you've seen all day. and this guy wasn't even expecting to walk! no way you're hiring those other losers now. "i'm san."

"san, hi," you smile at him, and jen stifles a laugh next to you. somebody's smitten, she thinks, but she won't say anything just yet. "i'm y/n, i'm the designer, and this is jen, my stylist."

"nice to meet you," jen presents her hand, and san tentatively shakes it. "firm handshake, i like it. you have soft hands."

"thanks?" he laughs nervously. "um, so do i just-"

"yes, yes," you motion for him to head to the back of the room. "whenever you're ready."

as if you weren't already convinced this was the guy for you (i mean, for your show) then his walk sold it. his presence is so commanding, his movements so precise, and you've never seen someone with such perfect posture. it makes you sit up straighter as he walks toward you, and you almost swoon when he winks at you before turning around. you squeeze jen's hand under the table, and when san finishes his walk you fight the urge to applaud.

"that was great!" jen comments once san is finished. "y/n, what did you think?"

"you're perfect," you breathe out, and jen nudging you brings you back to earth. "uh, for the collection."

"thanks," san smiles proudly. "hopefully i'll hear from you soon."

"hopefully you will," you smile back. "thanks for coming on such short notice."

"it was my pleasure," san says, waving as he ducks out into the hall. as soon as the door is shut, you turn to jen and say, "i love him."

"i know you do," she laughs. "so is he in the show?"

"in the show?" you scoff. "he is the show. he's exactly what i was imagining. i want ten more of him."

"i'm sure you'd like that," she says with a waggle of her eyebrows.

"stop," you roll your eyes. "i just said i don't mess with models."

"mhm," jen nods. "so who else are we casting? we have one spot for sure..."

-

san and seonghwa were cast immediately. well, maybe not immediately. you both looked through their portfolios, ooh'ing and aah'ing over their looks before deciding they had to be in the show. when you and jen decided on the next two male models quickly, you figured this would be an easy discussion. wrong! you have four female models you're willing to fight tooth and nail for, and jen has her own four that she's just as committed to. you've been deliberating for a while now, so you decide to take a break. you head to that same break room you met seonghwa in earlier, and you thought briefly about taking san's portfolio with you. for research purposes, obviously, but you decided against it.

as soon as you step into the hallway, you hear faint sounds of music. not unusual for this studio space, but still, you proceed with caution. you don't want to interrupt anybody, so you walk quietly until you find the the source of the sound. it's san! and he's...dancing?

"oh god, sorry," he bumbles as soon as he sees you. he rushes to his phone, propped against the window in front of him. "god. that's embarrassing."

"what were you doing?" you smile at him.

"embarrassing myself," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. he wiggles his phone in the air and explains, "my agent wants me to post more, says it'll help me get booked, and he sent me a couple tiktok trends he wants me to do. so i was.."

"dancin' your heart out?" you tease, and he blushes.

"you could say that," he smiles shyly, again making it seem like he's not used to having attention on him. does he know he's a model?

"wait, how long have you been out here?" you ask, worried he might have heard you and jen (mostly you) gawking over his portfolio.

"just a few minutes," he shrugs. "part of why i was able to come walk for you is because of another audition i had on the other side of this building. so i was over there for a while, and came back here to humiliate myself in front of my favorite designer, it seems."

"your favorite, huh?" you ask. "good thing we've cast my show already, otherwise i'd think you're sucking up."

"damn, so i'm too late?" san laughs.

"who else is auditioning models here?" you change the subject.

"kim hongjoong?" san says it like a question, and you nod in recognition.

"he's good," you hum. "i hope you don't get it though."

"what?" san balks. "why?"

"because i want you in my show," you shrug. "and i don't wanna fight hongjoong for you, even though i know i'd win."

"you sure about that?" san asks. "he's been working out, i hear."

"oh i could so take him," you assure san. "i'm a biter." you notice a flicker in san's eyes, a hint of something, but you feel yourself blushing and cough so you have an excuse to cover your face. "excuse me. i should probably go, we've got a few more models to cast.."

"wait, so you just drop the bomb that i'm in your show and then you're gone?" san asks, following you down the hall. "how do i know you're serious?"

"because you have my word," you furrow your eyebrows. "but if you really need the confirmation, i'm sure my people will call your people soon." as if on cue, san's phone starts buzzing, still perched on the window. san looks to it, then you. you feel vindicated as you turn and walk on to the break room with a flick of your hair over your shoulder, leaving a stunned model and the smell of peaches in your wake.

-

all the models have been cast, and it's the morning of your first fitting. you slept in your studio last night because you had so much work to do. it was mostly tiny alterations to ensure the pieces fit their new models, but you also spent half the night cleaning. you don't let people into your studio usually, or if you do, it's people that know you well enough to know you and your work are a mess. but today, you're the boss. you need to look put together, and so does your studio.

you're standing by the door, taking everything in, and decide that this is as clean as you'll get it. there's still fabric, zippers, stray threads strewn all over your work tables, but you're a designer. that's normal. if the models have complaints they can deal. being next to the door, you hear something in the hall, but write it off as one of your artistic neighbors at work. you start to walk away, toward your coffee station in the back, when the doorknob to your studio jiggles. you hear a quiet "shit" and then a polite knock, so you walk over cautiously. one look through the peephole reveals who it is.

"san?" you ask, opening the door. "what are you doing here?"

"realizing i am," he checks his ridiculously expensive watch, "an hour early for my fitting. sorry." he adds a sheepish smile at the end and you fight the urge to coo. he looks like he just woke up, and that he definitely rushed here. his clothes are mussed, hair in a beanie to hide it not being done, eyes puffy with sleep. still, he looks perfect.

"was the email confusing?" you ask. "i was worried that-"

"no," he shakes his head. "no, i was just, um, i'm really excited," he explains shyly. "i almost couldn't sleep last night, so when i woke up this morning i thought i had overslept. i should've checked."

"no worries," you say as you blush. he was excited? for a fitting? man must love his job. "here, come in. i just finished cleaning, so you get first dibs on space. there's a couch in the back if you want to nap before we get started."

"how long have you been here?" san asks, looking around at the studio. he sees a lot of chaos, but it's beautiful chaos. colors that compliment each other perfectly, strange techniques that have made something stunning. he can't believe he'll be part of this show.

"uh, since last night," you admit, finally reaching your coffee machine. "i had a lot to do."

"you slept here?" san frowns, tossing his stuff onto a table before joining you. he leans against the wall as he watches you.

"yeah," you shrug. "i hate waking up early, so it saved me from getting here grumpy if anything."

"but did you rest?" he asks, looking out at the studio. "this is a big space for one person to clean."

"jen helped," you tell him. "she was here last night to bring over the shoes for each outfit."

"which one is mine?" san asks with an eager smile.

"wouldn't you like to know?" you stick your tongue out at him for good measure. "yours isn't out here. it's so big i had to keep it in my office, i couldn't move it out here by myself."

"it's big?" he looks a little scared.

"that may not be the right word," you think. "it's heavy, so that's why i needed someone strong to wear it."

"you think i'm strong?" san smirks, and you blush. "how'd you know?"

your mind thinks to his portfolio still sitting on your desk, full to the brim of him in scantily clad photoshoots. you've seen pictures of his chest, his abs, his arms. muscles that had to take hours in the gym to sculpt. you wonder shyly if his portfolio is still on your desk, open to a picture of him in a pink outfit with a hint of his chest on display. you'll have to cover it quickly if it is.

"i asked seonghwa how you two met, and he said you go to the same snooty model gym," you explain, which is the truth. seonghwa had been in a couple shows with san before they became friends, but it took the two of them working out together to actually become buddies. they've been looking out for each other ever since, seonghwa told you. san seems to think your explanation was enough, so he hums and nods before turning his attention back to your collection.

"so how did you and seonghwa meet?" he asks casually. you tell him about your first show, as an independent designer no less, and how seonghwa found you stress crying backstage. as you always do when describing seonghwa, you stress how your relationship was friendly, but nothing more. you never want anyone to think you're fooling around with one of your models. but san finds himself thinking, hm, that means seonghwa isn't his competition.

"do you want anything to drink?" your voice pulling san from his thoughts. he looks at you, cupping a warm mug of coffee, and smiles.

"no, thank you," he says. "i try not to have anything before a fitting, i never want to mess up the sizing and put more work on the designer."

"san that doesn't sound healthy," you frown. "and what kind of designer is sticking you in clothes so skin tight you can't have a glass of water? i need names."

"it's a lot of them, i'm afraid," he laughs. "most people cast me expecting to show off my abs, or something else, so i don't have much space to mess up during show season."

"yeah, you are always showing some kind of skin," you think about it.

"you been studying me?" san teases, and you blush.

"i'm a designer, it's my job," you mumble. "i reviewed everyone's portfolio thoroughly."

"what was seonghwa's last shoot then?" san quizzes you. you make a guess, but you get it wrong. "and what was mine?"

"vogue, right?" you answer immediately, and san responds with a shit eating grin.

"i'm so telling hwa i'm your favorite model now," he says, resting against the wall again as he folds his arms over his chest. his very muscled arms, and his broad-

"knock knock!" jen shouts from the door. she steps inside and asks, "you know you didn't lock this- oh hey san."

"good morning," he nods to her. "nice to see you again."

"nice to see you too, so bright and early," jen says as she looks at you. "how long have we been here?"

"me since last night, san since a few minutes ago. he didn't read the email."

"i read the email!" he whines. "i was just excited!"

"that's sweet," jen coos as she dumps bags onto one of your worktables. "i hope i'm not interrupting anything?"

"jen, do you have a favorite model?" san asks, and she thinks for a moment.

"no, i don't," she shakes her head. "there's too many good ones, so it depends on the day. why do you ask?"

"i just found out i'm y/n's favorite," san explains with a smile.

"you just found out?" jen laughs, and you groan. san looks like he's gonna say something else but you speak before he can.

"hey, since y'all are both here, come help me move this table," you command. "we need space for the models to walk." they do as you say, but share a knowing look while you're distracted. it's a bad thing to have your best friend and your crush in cahoots, but you'll figure that out later.

-

since san was here early, you got to work on his fitting first. jen finished setting up the workroom while you and san went to your office. jen made a show of putting headphones in to listen to music, and you wanted to pinch her so hard. she's making it obvious that you have a thing for san, and you're hoping beyond hope he doesn't notice.

"oh my god," he whispers when you open the door to your office, revealing the piece you've dedicated the past few months to. "that's incredible."

"you like it?" you turn to him, unsure. "it's a lot, i know."

"i love it," he smiles from ear to ear. "i've never worn something like this before."

"i hope no one has," you laugh nervously. "i tried a technique to emulate fur, so i'm hoping this is a super cool fashion innovation that'll take the industry by storm."

"how'd you do it?" san asks, looking at the piece in awe. "and how long did it take?"

"so, i shredded pounds and pounds of natural fabric until it looked so fine it could be a better alternative to faux fur," you explain. "and it took me about...four months?" san whistles lowly, his hands twitching at his sides. "you can touch it if you want."

"i want to put it on," he turns to you excitedly. "how do you want me to wear it?"

"don't hate me," you beg. "since this is such a big piece, and i want it to draw attention, i don't have a shirt for you."

"that's ok," san nods. "adds to the natural element."

"exactly," you smile, blushing anyway. "and there's just white pants underneath, for contrast. they should be super comfy, to make up for the workout you'll get walking around in the jacket."

"i can't wait," san says happily. he turns to you fully, looking between the outfit and you. "do you want me to strip, or...?"

"oh god, let me turn around," you say. "the pants are on the desk. let me know when you have them on."

"you're very polite," san chuckles. "most designers try to manage every single thing, including how models get dressed."

"it's pants," you scoff. "if you can't put pants on how did you get out the house?"

"i'm ready," he says, and you turn back to find him in the pants, yes, but still with his shirt on.

"um, do you mind?" you ask, tugging at the neckline of your own shirt hoping he gets the hint. it distracts him just enough that you have to call his name, and he looks at you with a hum. "can you, uh, take your shirt off?" he responds with actions, pulling his shirt off in one swift motion. you squeak out, "great!" and then shuffle toward the mannequin. "i might need help lifting this."

"no worries," he hurries to your aid, his hands brushing yours as you push the jacket off the form. "wow, this is no joke."

"if it's too heavy i can-"

"i can handle it," san says firmly. "help me into it?"

you hold up one side while san slips his arm in, and then help him into the rest. you take a step closer, trying to fasten the clasp on the front, but it won't meet. you struggle for a minute, hands ghosting so softly over san's chest. he doesn't realize he's holding his breath until your voice pulls him from his focus.

"what?" he looks down at you. "why are you frowning? it looks great."

"it doesn't fit over your chest," you pout. "i thought i had your measurements right-"

"oh, sorry, i've been working out," san admits. "and i think i gave you an old portfolio since i was in a rush, so my information may not be up to date..."

"shit," you mumble, and san tries to fix the situation. he starts tugging at the jacket, but you gasp and grab his hands, stilling them instantly. you look at him sternly as you instruct, "i'll make it fit, you just have to wear it. please don't do my job for me."

"sorry," san whispers. you're so close he could just lean down and kiss that pout from your lips, but that wouldn't be professional of him. but boy does he want to.

"before you take it off, let me find your shoes," you look around. "i want to see the whole look together...maybe jen knows where they are."

you open your office door and peek your head out, gasping at what you find. jen is pushed up against one of your work tables, and seonghwa is standing before her holding her waist like she could slip away at any moment. they're making out like they've done this before, and you clear your throat to get their attention.

"hi," seonghwa mewls. "this isn't what it looks like."

"looks like two of my employees are goofing off when they should be doing their jobs," you mumble, wandering around the studio. "jen, where are san's shoes?"

"um, by the door?" she guesses. "i didn't see his outfit in here, so i didn't know where to put them."

"it's in my office," you respond. "that's why i took him in there."

"i didn't know," she shrugs. you find the shoes and then glare at them, but neither one takes you seriously.

"seonghwa, your outfit is labeled with your name. it's an easy piece, simple closures, so you shouldn't need any help getting it on," you explain. "jen, come here. we have a problem."

"holy shit, you look awesome," jen says as soon as she sees san. she looks at you and asks, "what's wrong with it?"

"his chest is too broad," you frown again, staring at san's chest. "i can't get the jacket to close."

"he can't hold it when he walks?" jen suggests, and san tries it out. you start shaking your head before he finishes, and he actually whines when he sees your reaction.

"no, it's gonna fall off your shoulders if you do that," you say. "i want it to stay in place, and i need the clasp to work for that to happen."

"so what are you gonna do?" jen asks.

"not sleep until i fix it?" you reply. you look at her in defeat and add, "i don't know what else i can do."

"can i help?" san offers, but you shake your head again as jen says, "yes, you can." you try to protest, but she cuts you off.

"he can cut the initial shreds!" she offers. "then you do your magic putting them into the jacket. it takes out a step for you so hopefully it'll be quicker."

"what she said," san butts in. "let me help, please."

"i can't pay you for your extra time," you say softly. "i don't want to impose-"

"don't care," san shakes his head. "i've got nothing else going on."

"perfect!" jen claps her hands together. "you two figure that out, i'm gonna check on hwa..."

-

the rest of the fitting goes well. it's perfect, actually. you have the best models you've ever worked with, every piece fits, and the collection looks beautiful all together. you tear up watching them all walk before you, and the piece san is wearing literally makes a hush fall over the room. he still walks toward you with a wink, but this time it doesn't affect you as much. you're too focused on how much time it'll take to add a couple more inches to the coat. when san finishes, everyone looks to you expectantly, and it takes jen calling your name for your mind to catch up with your mouth.

"i don't know what to say," you admit. "you all did an amazing job, and this was just a fitting! imagine what this show will look like on a real stage. um, a couple things to note..."

once you finish your boss spiel, the models all start changing and leave one by one. you make sure to thank them all before they leave, and in a few minutes it's just you, jen, and san left.

"seonghwa didn't wanna stick around?" you ask jen.

"you scared him," she replies. "he left so fast i'm surprised he didn't leave a trail of smoke."

"i'll talk to him," you brush it off. "keep your paws off him in my studio though."

"no promises," jen sighs, gathering her things. "i need to go get another pair of heels for our tall girl, so do you need anything else from me before i go?"

"a hug?" you think. "i couldn't have done this without you."

"she loves me!" jen says to san, and he smiles encouragingly.

"you two are amazing," san says. "i don't know how just two people put together such a stunning show."

"lots of work," you say.

"i cried a few times," jen adds.

"we both did," you conclude. "but it was fun, so it was worth it. right?"

"fun, sure!" jen agrees.

"get out of here," you push her playfully. "please rest. no boys."

"you too," jen wags her finger at you. then to san, "don't let her work too hard!"

"i'll try my best," he salutes her, and jen leaves with a laugh. he turns to you and asks, "what can i help with?"

"i need to buy more fabric," you think. "so if you want to grab food while i-"

"no, we'll both grab food, and then fabric," san decides. "or fabric then food. either way, i'm buying your lunch."

"but-"

"nope," he pulls you into his side and walks toward the door. "can't work hard on an empty stomach!"

-

you find yourself enjoying san's company more than you were expecting. he's easy to talk to, easy to laugh with, and he's so kind. he insisted on buying your lunch, even though that was going to be your payment to him for helping. he even tried to buy the extra fabric, claiming it's his fault you had to buy more anyway. you get back to your studio, smiles on both your faces, and get to work.

"so we need these in strips about an inch wide," you explain as you lay a few yards of fabric out on a work table. "tear them into strips, then we'll cut them in half, and then i can start shredding and adding them to the coat. sound good?"

"got it, captain," san nods. "how many do you need?"

"i don't know yet," you make a face. "you're a big guy."

"i'm just so strong," san rolls his eyes, flexing a little bit as he does.

"stop that," you laugh. "get to work. you want music on?"

"yeah, whatever you wanna listen to," san says as he straightens the fabric. you watch as he measures carefully, taking the fabric cutter over the material slowly. he holds up his first strip, looking to you for approval. "is this good?"

"perfect," you tell him. "now make like a thousand more."

"what are you gonna do while i work, hm?" san asks. "i've got a lot to do and you're just gonna watch me?"

"gotta make sure you're doing it right," you reply. "but i need to pack up some of these other pieces, they're getting shipped to the venue in the morning. my least favorite part of the job."

"how many shows have you done now?" san asks, and you fall into comfortable conversation with him while you work. you get most of the collection packed up before you know it, so you walk over to his table to check on his progress.

"not bad for a model," you say as you inspect the pieces. "you could make a mean designer's assistant."

"you in the market for one?" san asks, and you notice how close you are. he's a little taller than you, so all you'd have to do is stand on your toes and- "what are you thinking about?"

"what?" you whisper, taking a step back. san's hand catches your waist, holding you in place.

"what were you thinking about, just now?" he asks again. "you were staring."

"you're a model, i'd expect you'd be used to everyone staring at you," you whisper back.

"you're not everyone," he says softly. his eyes flit down to your lips, and before you can think you lean in and kiss him. it's quick, barely a touch, but you kissed him, and his hand on your waist tightens. when you look up at him, he's blushing. "what was that for?"

"um, for helping me with your outfit?" you reply.

"anything else you need my help with?" san smirks.

"san, i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that," you whisper.

"yeah, you pulled back too quickly," he pouts.

"no," you laugh shyly. "no, um, i have a rule that i don't mess around with my models."

"got it," san sighs. "bummer, but i understand."

"i should start shredding these," you say, grabbing a pile of fabric. san's still holding onto you though, so you look at him expectantly. "you gonna let me go?"

"you don't mess with models, ever?" san asks. "or is it just models that are working for you?"

"um, the second one," you think. "but san-"

"then we'll talk about this again when the show is over," san says with finality. "i don't mind waiting."

"as long as you can keep things professional," you tell him.

"says the one who kissed me," san teases.

"whatever," you roll your eyes. "i'm gonna go work on the jacket."

"um, do you think these are enough strips for now?" san asks sheepishly. "i actually have to leave for an audition..."

"my god," you look at the time. "please, go. i'm sorry i kept you for so long."

"i'll come back when i'm done," san says like it's nothing. "i don't really want this show anyway, but my agent booked it, so i have to go."

"that's good to hear," you mumble. "because i don't like sharing."

"make sure you take a break while i'm gone," san points at you accusingly.

"go to your audition," you say as you walk to your office. "i'll be here when you get back."

-

san thinks about you the whole time he's gone. he breezes through the audition and gets an offer before he leaves, but after being in your show this designer seems scattered, unprofessional, and just not as good as you. his collection is fine, but it's nothing impressive. san can't wait to get back to your studio and see the progress on your coat, but when he knocks at the door there's no response. he waits, tries again, and still nothing. he tries the door and it opens easily, so san wanders in calling out your name. he doesn't see you in the work room, but there's a light on in your office.

"y/n?" he calls, stopping at the door when he sees you slumped over your desk, snoring softly. he looks at the mannequin next to you and lets out a gasp. it's more dramatic now with more fabric, and san thinks briefly it'll be even heavier to wear. he doesn't care though. right now, he's more concerned about getting you to someplace you can rest.

"you're back," you mumble, sitting up as you rub your eyes. "i fell asleep."

"i see that," san chuckles. he walks over to you and holds his arms out. "come on, we gotta get you home."

"what are you doing?" you ask, letting out a shriek when san picks you up. you hit his back weakly, but he carries you out of your office, through your studio, turning lights off as he goes.

"where's your bag?" san asks. you point and he carries you still, handing your things to you before doing a sweep of the studio. "ready to go?"

"where are we going?" you mumble into his shoulder. "i was sleeping just fine-"

"i'm taking you home," san says. "you need to sleep in a bed. not hunched over your desk."

"why are you being so nice to me?" you whisper as you nuzzle into him further. he doesn't reply, but you wouldn't hear it anyway. you drift off in his arms, only waking up when san slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

"you know how to get home from here, sleepyhead?" san asks as he ruffles your hair. you type your address into your phone, handing it to him before he closes the door carefully to rush to the driver's side. he laughs nervously when he sits down and finds you staring, so he asks, "what? too much?"

"i really want to kiss you again," you admit.

"but you can't," san coos. "remember your silly rules?"

"hmph, i was gonna say screw my rules, but then you made fun of me, so-"

"no, no i take it back!" san cries, but you turn and lay your head against the window. you smile to yourself as san begs you to turn back around, giggling as he tugs on your arm. you pretend to snore and san gives up, but his hand has moved from tugging your arm to just holding your hand. you stay like that the whole way home.

-

the runway show is tomorrow. you still aren't done with san's jacket. and you still aren't sure what to do since you kissed him. jen has ideas, though.

"climb him like a tree," she tells you for the nth time as she helps you unpack outfits at the venue. "he sooo wants you. and you sooo want him."

"doesn't matter who wants who," you mumble as you try to hold at least three pins by your teeth. you're securing a new zipper to your favorite dress. it wouldn't be a runway show without things falling apart last minute, and you could have punched a wall when you unpacked this dress to find the zipper literally holding on by a thread.

"the show is tomorrow, y/n," jen says sternly. "you can't hide behind your silly 'no models' rule for much longer."

"i won't," you assure her. she looks at you surprised, but she can't ask any follow ups because there are voices coming from the entrance.

"hello?" seonghwa calls out. you yell back that you're backstage, and when he appears he immediately finds jen to pull her into a hug.

"what are you doing here?" you ask him. "you don't have a fitting today."

"i brought him for moral support," san says from behind you. he's so close, and you didn't hear him come up, so it makes you jump. his hands fly to your waist, trying to soothe you, but the touch makes you jump too. "why are you so skittish?"

"i'm stressed," you respond, stepping away so you can find his coat. you look over your shoulder as you tell him, "the jacket still isn't done."

"what?" he whines. "do i need to tear more fabric?"

"no," you laugh. "just come here." he joins you further among the mess that is your collection, following closely behind you through the maze of clothing racks. you stop by his mannequin, turning to find him still incredibly close to you. "it just needs a clasp. as long as you didn't get broader over night."

"no promises," he smirks before pulling his shirt off. "can you help me get it on?"

"you've never needed my help before," you frown as you try avoid staring at his chest.

"yeah well, it's like ten pounds heavier now," san says. "and i'm just so weak..."

"bullshit," you laugh, helping him lift the coat anyway. you hold one side for him while he slips his arm in, then help him hold onto the other. "ok, stay here." you scurry off to get your sewing kit, and san finds jen's gaze through the clothes. she gives him a thumbs up and an exaggerated wink, and he stifles a laugh as you come back. you're holding more pins between your teeth, and san cries out. "what?"

"that can't be safe," he says as he reaches for one, but ends up pricking himself. "ouch."

"no touching," you mumble. "and hold the jacket like this." you guide his hands to hold the coat in place, and san watches intently as you work. you have to hand sew extra buttons on to support the new weight, so it takes a while. san tries to talk to you, but he's so worried about the pins in your mouth he can't focus.

"let me hold these," he grumbles, carefully pulling a pin from your lips. he takes the rest and cups them in his hand, accidentally pricking himself again. "ouch."

"that's what you get," you laugh. "you didn't have to hold them for me, i'm an expert at this by now."

"yeah, but if you had pins in your mouth, i couldn't do this," san says as he uses his free hand to cup your chin. he looks down at you with a smile before he kisses you. he kisses you and holds you against him, his lips so soft on yours. you sigh into the kiss, lost in the feeling of having him so close to you. you can feel his heart beating in his chest, and your hand that had been gripping the coat falls to his warm skin. you push him away, a little gasp on your lips when it hits you what's happened.

"what happened to being ok with waiting?" you ask him, and his head falls to your neck, leaving one kiss against your skin before he pulls back.

"i forgot," he whispers.

"well remember at least until i finish these buttons," you tell him.

"and then what?"

"then you gotta show me your walk," you say. the way you look up at him makes san want to kiss you again, but he does his best to refrain. you hold your hand out for the pins, and you put them back in your sewing kit as you say, "in a few minutes, your coat will finally be done."

"can't wait," san hums, his hands back to holding the jacket in place. "but i admit i'll miss having a reason for you to be so close to me."

"i'm sure you'll find more," you mumble, focusing on the last button. when it's sturdy enough to hold weight, you try securing the jacket together just enough for it to stay on san's shoulders. "hands off," you instruct, and san moves his hands from the coat to your shoulders. "hands to yourself."

"aw," he pouts. you start to walk away and he follows, but you tell him to stay put.

"stay there, then walk toward me," you direct him. "i wanna see how it moves now."

"you want me to go full model mode?" san asks. "can you handle it?"

"just show me," you groan, and the cocky grin on san's face should've warned you. it's like he changes into another person, his demeanor completely different. you realize now that the san you know is not model san, because the man before you is...intimidating? you almost back up as he walks toward you, his gait powerful and his stare petrifying. everything is so dramatic and the movement matches the coat perfectly. he still winks at you as he comes closer and turns, moving the coat so each layer of fabric, each shred explodes into an arc before you. san finishes his walk, turning over his shoulder with a shy smile on his face. he's back to the san you know as he asks, "how was that?"

"you're perfect," you stammer out, mimicking your words from the first time san walked for you. "for the collection. for this piece. everything. this is exactly what i imagined."

"good," his smile widens. "and the weight isn't too bad. it's distributed better now."

"good," you cough, trying to calm yourself down. watching that made everything real to you. this show is happening tomorrow. your nerves are hitting you now, and san can tell.

"are you ok?" he asks, rushing to your aide. he looks like he's going to pull you into a hug when you hear jen calling for you somewhere, and you disappear before san gets a chance.

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the hours leading up to the show are a blur. in the hours leading up to the show, you are a blur. you don't stay still for more than a few minutes at a time. there's just so much for you to do, so many people to talk to, and so many people that need your help. a stylist asking your opinion. a model with loose threads down her back. a man with pleading eyes that you know is watching you from afar, ready to jump in if you collapse from nerves, or exhaustion, or both. you find jen at the accessories table, helping a model find bangles that won't fall off her arm as she walks. you grab onto jen, leaning in closely to rest your head against hers.

"i'm so tired," you whine. "and scared. and sweaty."

"ew, then get off me," jen pushes you away playfully. she finishes up with the model and sends her away before asking, "are you ok though? really?"

"why did i think dressing san without a shirt would be a good idea?" you whisper to her, watching him as he laughs with seonghwa about something. it's like he can feel your eyes on him, because he looks toward you and winks.

"because it is a good idea," jen says. "and he's not gonna be shirtless for long. you need to go help him into the coat, the show's about to start."

"shit," you curse, checking the time. "i have so much to do-"

"wait!" jen shouts, holding you in place. "something's missing."

"my will to go on?"

"no, you need lipstick," jen decides. she digs into the bag at her hip and finds the perfect pink shade for you. it matches your dress (that you designed) and it matches the warm pinks that you sprinkled into the collection. "there. you're ready."

"no i'm not," you mumble. "i didn't get to practice my welcome speech."

"go practice it with san!" jen pushes you in his direction. "five minutes!"

your palms get sweaty the closer you get to san. you're not sure if it's him, or the running countdown in your head reminding you that your show is about to happen. when you finally make it to san, he's alone, and he's smiling at you nervously.

"time for the coat?" he asks. you nod, and he follows you to the mannequin in the back. "how do you feel?"

"like i'm gonna pass out."

"i'll catch you," san jokes.

"arms up please," you squeak out. he helps you lift the coat silently, sliding into it like it's the most comfortable thing in the world. "and just let me secure it..."

"y/n," san whispers. "look at me." you don't listen, fussing over the buttons instead. you're smoothing out the warm pink fabric as san's hands cover yours, stilling them over his chest. "breathe for a second."

"i'm freaking out," you admit, looking up at him. "i have to go out there, and do a speech, and then watch my clothes, my life for the past year, all be judged by these strangers, and-"

"and you've done it before, and you survived," san smiles softly. "you're pretty great at this, in case you didn't know."

"but-"

"nope," he shakes his head. "it'll be great."

"it will," you say unsurely.

"say it like you mean it."

"the show will be great," you declare, and san squeezes your hands before he lets them go.

"and then after the show..." san trails off, and you feel your heart start to race. "i don't know, maybe i could take you out to celebrate?"

"san, i can't think about that right now," you shake your head. "i can't-"

the stage manager starts calling out models for the line up, and san looks away sadly. he nods like he's got his answer and starts to walk away, but you pull him back. you don't say anything, just cup his chin and leave a delicate kiss on his cheek.

"we'll talk after the show," you whisper. the stage manager calls for him again, and he looks at you one more time before he leaves. you let out a nervous breath, checking your reflection in the vanity next to you. it's now or never. you walk up to the side of the stage, and your heart drops to your ass. something is wrong.

"what's going on?" you hiss, walking up to find make up artists swarming san. "this can't be happening."

"you did this," one of the artists whisper shouts back, pointing to san's cheek. fuck. the lipstick. your lipstick left a bright pink mark on his skin. "we don't have time to fix it!"

"then don't," san shrugs. "i like it."

"y/n?" the stage manager looks at you. "we have one minute. are we fixing this?"

"uh, n-no," you stammer, and the crowd disperses, leaving you and san again. "here, i can wipe it-"

"don't," san swats your hands away. "now i'll have a piece of you with me while i walk."

"you're wearing my clothes, you already had a piece of me with you," you tell him.

"yeah, but this one's just for me," he smiles. "plus the lipstick matches my jacket."

"y/n, you're on!" jen grabs you, a gleeful look on her face. "oh, your lipstick is smudged."

"i don't know how you planned that, but i hate you for it," you say as you try to hide your smile.

"i just thought it would be a cute touch for photos later," she smiles as she fixes the smudge and reapplies more. "i didn't know you'd go around kissing him, marking your territory."

"that's not what i did," you blush.

"we don't have time to argue about this," she pushes you toward the stage entrance. "go be great!"

-

you're able to introduce the collection without tripping or fumbling over your words, so you'll call that a win. even bigger win: the collection is a hit. each piece got the reaction you wanted, but the show stopper was definitely san. the crowd hushed when he walked out, and they went wild when he got to the end of the runway with his flourish move he showed you the other night. as you watch the show backstage, you blush when you see the lipstick mark shining under the bright lights.

it ends up being a hit, almost as much as the coat itself. fashion bloggers lauded it as a perfect touch, basically sealing the collection with a kiss. they also speculated about your relationship with san, which certainly wasn't helped by the fact that he held your hand tightly in his as the collection walked the runway all together. san lifted your hand in triumph as you made it to the end of the stage, and he lets go, stepping back so you can have your moment. you soak it in as long as you can take, then scurry back to his side and grab his hand as you run backstage. he lifts you into a hug as soon as the curtain closes behind you, surrounded by cheers and models talking about how great the show was.

"put me down!" you squeal, swatting at san's chest so he'll let you go. "i need to talk to everybody."

"you can do it from up there," san says. you don't think you'll win this one, and he's right. it might be easier to address your models and your team from a few inches higher up.

"first of all, thank you," you say sincerely. "i wouldn't have a show without you all, and i had the best show because of you all. so thank you. if i could make you all vow to only ever work with me forever until the end of time, i would, but that's not ethical. so instead i'll say: you all have a spot in any show i do for the rest of my career. thank you. thankyouthankyouthankyou."

the crowd thins out as models get undressed, artists pack up their things, and the stage crew follows everyone around to remind them to clean up after themselves. miraculously, you and san are alone again.

"so," he hums. "i walked good?"

"you didn't trip," you nod.

"everyone loved it," san smiles.

"they loved you," you say, busying yourself with straightening the coat again.

"all i care about is what you thought."

"i've told you already," you start. "you're perfect."

"you say that, but earlier i think you were about to turn me down," san laughs nervously.

"what?" you're confused. "oh, i didn't finish. i was gonna say i can't go out with you tonight, but i'm free tomorrow."

"tomorrow? you'd make me wait so long?" san smirks.

"i have a business dinner to go to tonight," you explain. "so unless you wanna be my arm candy for the people who sponsored the show, then yes, you have to wait so long."

"i'm good at being arm candy," san says. "it's basically my job."

"fine," you shrug. "then put a shirt on and come with me?"

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QATAR - PEDRI

summary: youre messis daughter and dating pedri while the world cup is happening

warnings: none

@yourinsta

the journey to qatar was amazing, now that I've spent the first three hours here I cant wait for the world cup to start.

Vamos Argentina y Vamos España 🇦🇷 ❤️ 🇪🇦

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@garnacho7 👏🏼👏🏼

@pedri ❤️🇪🇦

@random supporting two teams is insane

@random imagine having the problem that your bf plays for spain and your dad for argentina and you dont know who you'll support

@random thats my dream problem

@random VIVA ESPAÑAAAA

@random I hope Messi can win it this year

@random can we please talk about how cute pedris smile is in the third picture??

@random why does she have the spanish passport if shes Argentinian??

@random she grew up in spain

@random Hala madrid

@random who is she?

@random shes Messi's daughter

@pedri

Esto acaba de empezar, sí, pero qué debut locos! Vamos España ❤️🇪🇦

(This has just begun, yes, but what a crazy debut! Let's go Spain)

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@yourinsta guapoooo😍😍😍 (handsome)

@pablogavi simp

@pedri ❤️

@random LMAO

@random Pedri Potter

@pablogavi Hermanoooo looking good

@random hes soo fineee

@rodri so excited to play with you pedri ;)

@ferrantorres mágico

@random spain gon win the world cup

@random lets go spainnn

@sefutbol que chico 😍😍 (what a boy)

@marcosalonos pedriiii 😍😍

@yourinsta

Amazing game by spain as always, it was great to support you @pedri with @siramartinezc and lets keep going this way. Vamos España ❤️❤️

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@pedri red looks good on you amor ❤️ pinned comment

@siramartinezc 🇪🇦❤️

@pablogavi youre my favourite girlfriend of pedri

@yourinsta oh... thank you gavi...

@pedri gavi.

@anapelayoz mis chicas españolas favoritas 😍❤️ (my favourite spanish girls)

@antonellaroccuzzo 😍😍

@mikkykiemeney when are you coming to a game with me ? 😁😁

@yourinsta soon... maybe...

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@pedri

Muchas gracias por todo, Luis. Por tu confianza y por tu apoyo desde el primer momento, y por haber creído y cuidado siempre a este grupo. No hemos lIlegado donde queríamos en este Mundial, pero seguro que el futuro te deparara nuevos exitos

Muchas gracias también a toda la gente que ha estado a nuestro lado. Por ellos y por la @sefutbol tenemos que pasar página y trabajar para dar alegrías a nuestro país de la mano de Luis De la Fuente. Su suerte será la nuestra. 🇪🇦

(Thank you so much for everything, Luis. For your trust and for your support from the first moment, and for having always believed and cared for this group. We haven't gotten where we wanted in this World Cup, but I'm sure the future will bring you new successes

Many thanks too all the people who have been by our side. For them and for the @sefutbol we have to turn the page and work to give joy to our country from the hand of Luis De la Fuente. Your luck will be ours.)

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@yourinsta

Spain has been great and it's really unfortunate that we had to leave Qatar after this loss. I wish we could've went on further but I'm sure everyone is gonna take this as a challenge and win more trophies in the next 4 years. ❤️🇪🇦

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@pedri ❤️

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@yourinsta

TO THE FINALSSS

VAMOSSS

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@leomessi 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

@pedri ❤️

@random YESSS TAKE IT HOMEE

@random vamoooooo argentinaaaaaaa

@random france easy win

@random 😍😍

@random mbappe as world cup champion sounds better

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@leomessi

CAMPEONES DEL MUNDO!!!!

Tantas veces lo soñé, tanto lo deseaba que aún no caigo, no me lo puedo creer...

Muchas gracias a mi familia, a todos los que me apoyan y también a todos los que creyeron en nosotros. Demostramos una vez más que los argentinos cuando luchamos juntos y unidos somos capaces de conseguir lo que nos propongamos. El mérito es de este grupo, que está por encima de las individualidades, es la fuerza de todos peleando por un mismo sueño que también era el de todos los argentinos... Lo logramos!!!

VAMOS ARGENTINA CARAJO!!!

Nos estamos viendo muy pronto... 🇦🇷🇦🇷

(WORLD CHAMPIONS !!!

I dreamed it so many times, I wished it so much that I don't fall yet, I can't believe it...

Big thanks to my family, all my supporters and also to all those who believed in us. We prove once again that the Argentinians when we fight together and united we are capable of achieving what we set out to do. The credit is of this group, which is above individuality, is the strength of all fighting for the same dream that was also that of all Argentinians... We made it !!!

LET'S FUCKING GO ARGENTINA !!!

We're seeing each other very soon...🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷)

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@yourinsta LETS GOOOOOOOO CAMPEONES

@fcbarcelona beautiful 😍

@enzofernandez CAPITÁN 👏🏼👏🏼❤️❤️🇦🇷🇦🇷

@garnacho7 😍🇦🇷

@antonellaruccuzzo ❤️🇦🇷

@seleccionargentinaen "Lionel Messi has shaken hands with paradise"

@brycehall 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

@lisandromartinez Mi capitán 👏🏼🇦🇷

@random lmao barca commented

@random poor Cristiano

@random G.O.A.T.

@random I call this history

@yourinsta

This has been an incredible and surreal time and I'm so so thankful for everyone I met during my time there and I am so happy that my native country won it.

Thank you Qatar and VAMOS ARGENTINA 🇦🇷

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@selecciónargentina "todos somos montiel"

@leomessi VAMOSSSSS 🇦🇷🇦🇷

@antonellaroccuzzo ❤️❤️🇦🇷🇦🇷

@pedri 😍

@433 that world cup was special...

@pablogavi pedri looks so handsome 😍😍

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argentina has been magical, thank you for sticking along @pedri ❤️

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@pedri de nada amor ❤️😍

@leomessi 👍🏻

@random this is so dad of him 💀💀

@random MESSI

@mikkykiemeney so pretty 😍

@yourinsta ❤️

@random i love her and pedris relationship

@random that first picture >>

@random argentina did well ngl

@random pedri in the first pic AAAA

@random Idk who I'm jealous of, her or Pedri

@yourinsta

mi equipo 🫶🏻🇦🇷

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@leomessi mi hija ❤️

@pedri beautiful girl 😍😍

@yourinsta ❤️

@random VIVA ARGENTINA

@random undeserved

@yourinsta

back in barcelona, no better place then home 🫶🏻

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@pedri ❤️

@mikkykiemeney Home ❤️❤️

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Ngl, being able to edit things here is cool, other media don't have this option so all you have to do is delete or slowly die every time you remember that mistake🥲

WELL– in that case it would be really fun to see Yelena just being a big softie to reader and end up getting caught by her friends doing so, then everyone would make fun of her or something (it would probably be their last time making fun of something in their lives, poor souls.

I saw that you still have things to write, so no hurry (and good luck with all this-). Also, Your writing is really good so it will be good anyway, but I'm sure you'll get it!

passive-aggressive magic tricks [Y.Belova]

pairing: yelena belova x reader

summary: a fun game night with your friends takes a turn when they realize how much of a soft dork the russian turns into when she's around you.

warnings: none, i think [except peter being verbally attacked every other paragraph lmao]; so much dialogue; a weirdly written game of uno; just...so much chaos; never written for yelena before so feel free to yell at me if she's too ooc in this one

wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: this gif makes me feel things gonna start this off by saying that this is meant to be romantic but you can read it as platonic if you want. i know everyone has an opinion on yelena's sexuality and not everyone will agree with mine and that's okay! [just don't be a jerk about it. i personally think yelena is a demiromantic asexual so do with that what you will] ALSO, this is so chaotic and borderline nonsensical and you can blame 🌟 for making me think about yelena playing uno that one time. ALSO ALSO, thank you for the vote of confidence, lovely anon, this was actually really fun to write and i hope you enjoy <3

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“This sucks,” Kate declares with a pout.

“Don’t be such a crybaby, Kate Bishop.” Yelena’s words only make the archer’s pout deepen which makes the whole situation feel even more ridiculous.

“Yeah, Kate,” you jump in. “You’re the one who started talking shit in the first place.”

An offended gasp escapes her lips at your accusation. “I wasn’t talking shit! I was being honest about my skills.”

This time, Peter cuts in before the blonde gets a chance to make fun of the archer again. “Guys, I thought we decided against Monopoly so we wouldn’t fight.”

“Fighting is Yelena’s love language,” you reply with a shrug.

You pretend not to notice the way the Russian’s lips quirk up into a small smile and instead focus on Kate and her awful decision-making skills. It takes her a few extra seconds and she still manages to choose the most annoying card in her hand.

“It took you two minutes to throw in a plus-four?” Peter questions, clearly doing his best to not sound judgemental.

“Shut up and take the cards, Pete.”

The boy grumbles something you don’t quite catch but Kate is quick to punch him in the arm, earning herself a kick to the shin. Their dynamic is certainly…interesting and you can’t stop yourself from wondering how much of it comes from being two only children attempting to one-up each other.

Yelena leans in toward you, pretending to whisper. “Why are we hanging out with them again?”

The pair clearly overhears her considering both the glare and the pout that gets thrown your way. You merely shrug in response, attempting to shield your cards from her expert gaze. “It’s…entertaining, I guess.”

“You guys are jerks,” Kate says, speaking the thoughts Peter is far too nice to vocalize. (It’s definitely not because he’s terrified of getting on Yelena’s bad side.)

“And you suck at Uno.”

She rolls her eyes at you but decides not to reply. The small moment of silence allows Peter to take his turn and the game continues…until Yelena decides to betray you.

You’re not fully paying attention to the strategies each one of your companions is forming which means you don’t realize it when they decide to team up against you.

You’re only four cards away from winning and the blonde beside you can’t stop herself from sneaking a look at your deck. Kate somehow manages to catch her in the act and the two stare each other down until the archer raises an eyebrow, silently asking to be a part of the Russian’s plan.

A plan that quickly leads to Kate placing down another plus-four card and Peter being thrown one of Yelena’s under the table. 

“We can stack, right?” He asks, mainly in an attempt to keep you from noticing what they’re doing.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you reply with a shrug. “Just don’t be surprised when Yelena pulls out a knife from her boot.”

The joke gets a few chuckles, and a slightly concerned look from the young Avenger. 

“Do not worry, Spider-Boy, I promised y/n I wouldn’t threaten you…again.”

“Right…” Peter’s clearly not convinced but he throws in his card anyway.

You turn to face Yelena with a smug smirk. “Sorry, babe, but it looks like I’m on my way to winning this round.”

“You sound like Kate Bishop.” She playfully rolls her eyes at you but the glint in her eyes shows off more amusement than annoyance. “I hope you handle losing better than she does, though.”

“Hey!” You and the archer both voice your protests, albeit for different reasons, as the blonde slams down the last plus-four card needed to ensure you won’t win any time soon.

This time around, she’s the one who looks at you with a smug grin but you’re too busy being dramatic to fully appreciate how good she looks when she’s being competitive. It’s genuinely just a stupid card game and yet you pull out all the tricks you’ve learned over the past few months to get the Russian to melt into the huge softie she is at heart.

“Oh, come on, that was mean.” You pull on your best impression of Kate’s wounded puppy dog look. A look that includes slightly wide eyes and an incredibly deep pout.

A pout Yelena has never been good at resisting. (But only when it comes to you, much to the archer’s dismay)

She, literally and figuratively, keeps her cards close to her chest but you catch the way her free hand twitches slightly, almost as if she’s fighting to keep herself from touching you. It’s strange how affectionate she wants to be with you when she’s always been the first to pull away from a hug, the first one to scoot away when someone sits too close. 

Being guarded had always felt like second nature to her until you came along.

Her hand reaches out before she can stop it, landing on your knee and giving it a soft yet reassuring squeeze. It's a subtle reminder that underneath all her sarcasm and the rough edges, she cares about you. A lot more than she ever thought herself capable of.

“It’s just a game, sweetheart.” The words are a mere whisper but somehow the person with the worst attention span you’ve ever seen manages to overhear them.

“Did you just call y/n ‘sweetheart’?” Kate blurts out, clearly far too shocked to worry about her safety. “You actually have feelings?”

“Wait, did she really say that?” Peter’s slightly more cautious but there’s both awe in curiosity shining in his brown eyes.

“I heard her!”

“I think you hit your head too hard on your last mission, Bishop,” you reply, trying to steer the conversation away the second Yelena starts glaring at your friends.

Despite all her other skills, Kate is still awful at reading the room so instead of accepting the safety you’re offering, she decides to be stubborn like always. “Don’t lie to me, y/n, I know what I heard. Yelena’s just a big-”

“A big what?” The blonde cuts in with the most threatening glare she can manage. Which, considering she’s an ex-assassin, is quite effective at shutting the archer up.

“Um…” You can practically see the wheels spinning in the brunette’s head as she tries to come up with something different to say. She clearly fails based on the words that come out. “A big softie..?”

“Oh, Kate,” you sigh. “You’re never going to learn to stop poking the bear, huh?”

“What do you mean?” 

Her confusion lasts for about a second before Yelena shoots up from the couch and lunges toward her. The archer gets the message pretty quickly after that, expertly ducking out of the way and taking off running in the direction of the bathroom.

All you can do is laugh and shake your head as the Russian chases after her. “Go easy on her, babe!”

“Yeah, Yelena, listen to your girlfriend!”

“Kate!” You and the Russian yell out at the same time, leading to a fit of giggles belonging to the biggest instigator you've ever met.

"So much for a chill game night," Peter mumbles, placing his cards onto the coffee table. "You're gonna go help Kate out, right?"

You shrug. "I'll think about it."

[bearseulgs]

Ni-ki as your boyfriend

gn!reader x ni-ki

genre: fluff ft teensy weensy bit of angst

wc: 688

warnings: kith ^3^, arguing (just a lil mention), pet names, let me know if there's anything else!!

okay first off: mans a total simp

sorry i don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you'll do a lil dancey dance or recommend smth when listening to the demo of their new song and he'll be like

"yup yup lemme notify the members and manager and producer and choreographer immediately"

u praise him for his charm during one of his parts and he MELTS

you're his life sa vie su vida those are all the languages i know life in sorry

whipped behavior LLLL

ngl i feel like he loves laps. like. idk

like he'll be gaming and you want attention so you just lay your head in his lap and he'll stroke your hair from time to time

or he'll get lunch and come back and there's no seats at the table so as a joke you're like "come here babygirl" while patting your lap and he just

plops down. like he will sit on your lap no hesitation (ma princesse 😔🫶)

Kimmie brought up that he's the type to like matchy matchy things and i 100% agree!!!!

like say he finally finished up his tour and (if you were able to go) he got y'all matching keychains from the city you saw him in

if you couldn't see them he got keychains from one of his favs

or y'all will go to the arcade and get cute matching plushies that you won each other

or making matching earrings with supplies you bought together

i am having so many thoughts

i also think he's the type to film lil tiktok dancey dances with you (AHHH 💞💞)

or if he's got a chill day at work he invites you over for a mini dance party in the practice room

y'all probs have a collaborative playlist of 💖your songs💖 on spotify

he also has a separate playlist of songs that remind him of you

he seems the type to love baking dates but i also would not trust him in the kitchen so let's hope you're a good cook :0

everyone talks about this but rightfully so: nap dates

i want i need pls

good luck being productive within a 2 mile radius of his dorm because he will drag you back to nap with him &lt;3

i am also a firm believer in him lending you his jackets and/or vice versa

doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter, stockier or scrawnier, or same size, jackets will be exchanged

it's just y'all's thing

imagine wearing his green leather jacket to a comeback showcase 😩

taking his phone when he's busy to play on it

he knows you took it because when he gets back his ranking is different (whether for the better or the worse) but he doesn't mind because he loves you &lt;3

laser tag 🫢 like let's say y'all's friends go out for laser tagging one weekend and you do that thing mid game where y'all get all up close and personal and one of y'all kisses the other to distract them then shoots the kissee and walks away AHHH

now that gas prices are going down y'all go on little adventure drives to neat spots around town

what if y'all find a cute lil hidden spot and it becomes like Your Spot 🥺

him having theee most unflattering pic ever of you for your contact then a cute lil name like "my baby 💝" or smth i would cry

anyways now onto the part nobody wants 😔

arguments

i feel like he'd try to avoid serious arguments, of course having some playful bantering, but never taking it too far

but sometimes they're unavoidable

he seems the type to get kinda intense during arguments, and he can be pretty intimidating so i wouldn't blame his partner for getting lowkey scared 😭 but it's not entirely his fault :(

i hope you ain't petty because i don't doubt that he is, so if y'all both are it could be 4ever before things get resolved

but eventually one of y'all is gonna cave because you love each other or whateva 🤢 (jk i love love)

anyways this is getting kinda long so Riki best boy‼️‼️ whoever gets him please treat him well 🥺

a/n: u guys i am so whipped for this boy 💔

©️ bearseulgs 2022

[kianaflame23]

Final Fantasy XVI Clive Rosfield sfw and n*fw headcanons

Summary: Decided to write this because I'm bored and still hype for FFXVI! Finally able to pre-ordered deluxe edition. The State of Play FFXVI video was AMAZING! I LOVE IT! Hoping to buy PS5 before June 22nd!

NO MINORS! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO! ONLY 🔞!

I JUST LOVE CLIVE ROSFIELD! I'll do my best to write him more after the game is out! Enjoy reading it and hope you have a nice morning/day/night! ✨️

You know he's serious and does not like PDA. Clive is very affectionate when you are alone with him though. However, he will hold your hand while traveling together with the group.

Do not attempt to flirt anyone in front of him, you'll get your "punishment" if you don't pay attention to him or keep ignoring him.

Good luck on trying to calm him down as he decides to take you back to Cid's Hideaway, fucking you with such frustration and anger until you are filled with his cum. Most likely won't speak with you until he is ready to talk.

You need to remind him that you were just teasing him and only want him. Yes, he is a serious man and doesn't show his emotions, however, he'll be disappointed and heartbroken if you are using him for games and all...

Depending on your answer, Clive will forgive you. Giving you kisses and cuddles, feeling sorry for his intense behavior. Asking you if he was too rough on you... If he sees you crying as you explain about your bad experiences with men. Testing him if he's like those disgusting, cruel men....only craving for your body and nothing else...

Definitely will hate himself for being angry at you, saying "I'm sorry" over and over. Hugging you tightly as he kiss your forehead...

In the end, do not flirt anyone. If someone tries to flirt you or touching you without consent, then they will see true rage once they see Clive approaching them. Him glaring at them as his blue eyes growing cold and filled with hatred. He will kill them for you. A simple "yes" from you and he will do it. If you don't want to see any bloodshed and want to go somewhere safe, then he'll just punched them until they're unconscious. Pulling you closer to him as you leave the place.

Cheating and manipulation is a huge "no" for Clive. You have to be trustworthy and loyal to him if you want to be his lover. If you only care for his body and power, then Clive will NOT speak with you and will leave you. Like I said, he wants to be with someone who loves him and cares for him.

He is very protective of you. Clive will do anything to keep you safe. He'll be surprised, knowing that you'll do the same for him.

Please do praise him as you make love to him, Clive will moan as waves of pleasure and excitement takes over his body. You'll hear his soft whimpers if you keep telling him that you feel good because of him or saying "good boy" while pleasuring him...

He's a switch. Want him to be submissive for you? You can hear his cute moans coming out from his mouth, loving your lust in your eyes. Ready to "destroy" him in the bedroom.

Wear your favorite lipstick and kiss all over his body. Kiss him passionately, as you stroke his cock. Moaning louder as his hand grips the bedsheets, closing his eyes in ecstasy.

Tell him that you REALLY love his buff chest and you'll receive a smug grin on his face. Teasing you in the bed as he talk dirty to your ears...

Clive LOVES suck and lick your sweet flower, using his thumb to touch your clitoris. Allowing you to use his head as his tongue thrusting in and out of your pussy.

He will not admit it but he really love your breasts between his cock. That's right, he's into boobjob. Bonus if you suck his cock as your eyes fixated on his. Making him cum all over your mouth and face.

It is fine if you don't have huge chest. Clive still love you. He'll suck your nipples as he use his fingers on your pussy. Fingering you as he hears your moans.

If you want to try cowgirl position or any sex positions, he will do it. After all, you are his beloved darling.

You are his world, his moonlight...you are everything to him. Clive would like to stay with you forever.

If you tell him everything about your past, he will tell you about his little brother, Joshua, and why he is trying to find The Dominant. He will tell you stories about his childhood. Some memeories are good and some are not so great...Please do hug him. Clive truly deserves happiness. Comfort him too.

He doesn't mind if you aren't lady-like or not. He'll smile when you are with him. Telling you that you're beautiful, vowing that you'll be his wife when everything is over. Saving the world and all. Some day, he'll ask you if you want to be his queen.

If you want to start a family with him, then he'll protect you and the children. Making sure you don't stress yourself and eating properly. Especially if you're pregnant. It's fine if you want to adopted kids and wait until you are ready. He'll support your decision anyways.

For the meantime, he is happy to be with someone who is loving and caring. Supporting him and his decisions, Clive knows that you won't leave him and appreciate your help. Don't forget that he will always love you, protect you and support you.

Bonus ☆

His smile grows wider as he sees you and Torgal getting along, having a good time as you petted Torgal's head. Hearing your giggles cause his heart skip a beat, love and joy in his eyes. His heart practically pounding against his heart as he pulled you and Torgal in a hug, careful to not squeeze you two. He'll never forget this cute moment. Never.

[sandyseagullsip]

Universe thingy (title in progress i guess)

Hi lol.

Part 2

CW: gunfire: you know, regular cod stuff

Indulge me; imagine this.

You had finally gotten home from a long day of work. Bitchy coworkers, upset clients, stupid issues that should've been fixed already, --- needless to say, you were stressed out. What better way to wind down than playing one of your favorite games, hm?

You boot up your console, searching through your game library in hopes of finding something that could distract you. Eventually, you decide on the Call of Duty Modern Warfare games (the new ones). The campaign is good, the characters are great, it should get you out of the frazzled, careworn mindset you've been in all day.

Oh. Boy, were you wrong.

You select your game, and your vision goes white. Your first thought was, 'did this job finally give me an aneurysm?' Your hearing had disappeared too, yet it was the first sense to come back.

Gunfire.

When you could finally see, you were no longer on your sofa wallowing in sorrow; you were in a fucking warzone. Not that you were prepared for this clothing wise, in your hoodie and sweatpants.

The only thing you manage to get out is,

"Holy fucking SHIT-!"

And you start running. And running. It's dark, but you keep going. And the first shelter you see is a downed helicopter.

You're about to go in when you hear a voice you know: "Get your gun on that tree line."

Ghost. One of your favorite characters. But now you know you shouldn't attempt to enter. On the other hand, you need to. You'll wind up shot if you don't. So, you slowly start to get in. (ha, you thought they wouldn't notice?)

And now three guns are aimed at you: an Alpha soldier, Ghost, and Soap. You know this mission like the back of your hand. You could help them. But your fight or flight turned instead to freeze, both hands up to signal that you were no harm to them.

"A fuckin' civilian?" Ghost mumbled, followed by Soap's "Steamin' Jesus..."

"Th' fuck are you doing here?" Ghost questions, staring you down, still aiming his gun at you.

"I don't-- I don't know?" You manage to get out. This big man with a skull mask and his buff Scottish friend are both aiming guns at you. Sure, they are the good guys, but they still will probably shoot you.

"I can help you!" You yell out quickly. Jesus Christ, why did I-

"Shut up." Soap loudly whispers at you. "But how cannae y' help us? Why should we trust you?"

"I know what happens. Trust me."

They both look at each other, confused and slightly angered.

"Better no' be a fuckin' spy, or I'll shoo' you myself." Ghost mumbles, grabbing you by the wrists.

"We cannae jus-"

"Might give us a shot a' Hassan."

Ghost gestures for you to stay down, as he aims his gun out the helicopter window. And lucky (not really) you, there's a gun on the floor! As the AQ fighters pour in you decide to test your luck with a gun.

Long story short,

You were just a simple retail worker, how were you supposed to know how harshly the gun would recoil? You also got a souvenir from the ordeal (you got shot in the arm).

The men did not like your pain tolerance (may have complained too many times), but you got through it all, even the snipers on the roof.

But as you approached that area and told them there would be snipers, they didn't believe you. You can't tell them they're in a video game you've played too many times to even count, so 'trust me' is the only thing you can say.

This earned you looks from the entirety of the Bravo team, which made you realize that, shit, you probably will be interrogated later.

Eventually, you made it to the warehouse. Soap walked up next to you, looking down at you.

"Now whats in this one?" He asked sarcastically. This might be something he should find out on his own, you thought. But you said it anyway. Shit.

"Enemies. and uh- anamericanmissile." You say quickly hoping he doesn't notice. But this causes him to go into the warehouse faster than you could think.

Once all the enemies were KIA, you brought them to the missile container. He presses a button causing the team to see the launcher and the American flag on the side.

"We found a weapons cache. Hassan's got missiles... they're American." Ghost said into his radio. "And you," He points, "I've got someone who's gonna have a bloody lovely talk with you later."

Ghost handcuffs your wrists, handing you off to have Soap bring you to exfil.

Shit.

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AAAAA

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @vodka-glrl request: Okay so yandere gaming x fem! Reader where the reader just loves hanging out with xingqui and chongyun and gaming gets jealous and yk the rest :>

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ OMG YESSSSS

I did it with the oneshot aaaaand I guess it could be considered a but of a softer yandere-? BUT I STILL HOPE YOU'LL LIKE IT AT LEAST A BIT!!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TW: yandere, unhealthy obsession, threats(?)

If Ga ming knew that by introducing you to his friends, he'd sign up to... all of this... he'd have never even mentioned them in the first place.

He was now sitting with his arms crossed as you enjoyed your meal and tea with Xingqiu and Chongyun.

"(Why must she be smiling to them like that... this smile was supposed to be reserved just for me... What do I even do...)"

His thoughts were interrupted by your voice though.

"I'm going to bathroom really quick. I'll be back in a second okey? Don't go anywhere!"

"I can go wi- I mean... Of course! I'll guard your stuff!"

He quickly corrected himself seeing the opportunity and waving to you gently as you left.

"Is there something on your mind, Ga ming?"

Xingqiu asked, visibly noticing the tension hanging in the air and how easily your boyfriend let you go despite usually following you everywhere.

"Yes... with me... You remember what I told you last time, right?"

"It was Y/N that offered us this meeting."

"Yeah, that's why I haven't burn you yet. I want my love to be happy... but you're pushing your luck..."

"By simply talking?"

"You're making her laugh too much."

"That just means she's just having good time with us-"

"Chongyun, I think it's time we take our leave."

Xingqiu sent Ga Ming one more glare, noticing how insane their friend is beginning to bebqns how this situation may end unpleasingly for them...

"Tell Y/N we're sorry."

Both of them left, not even paying for themselves. Maybe they forgot? Or maybe it was just way to pay back Ga ming for how he's treating them? Doesn't matter to the lion dancer tho! All he can think of is you...

"Okey I'm back! Huh? Where's Xingqiu and Chingyun?"

"They're sorry..."

"Hm? Oh, were they busy?"

Ga ming stayed silent for a little while thinking of his options... but despite being very tempted to make you hate those two boys, he didn't wanted to make you and in the process...

"Yes... We can just treat it as our date now, sunshine!"

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@bleachtheidiot @vodka-glrl @miya-akane - come get your dim sum lover!

[endlessnightlock]

The Weight of Attraction

aka The Thicc Katniss Story

An In-Panem Everlark a/u

Imagine a world where a canon Katniss Everdeen is not a tiny, underfed girl. Picture her as more...substantial. Big ol' butt. A rounded belly. Broad shoulders. Tatas for days. A girl who is much like the author of this story (lol). Transport yourselves to this world, and enjoy your stay.

"I'm sorry, that's all I've got today," Katniss apologized. "Caught some tracks today--- a lynx or something is hanging around my spot. Scared most the game away." 

She didn't add that cold months weren't ideal for hunting. Sae already knew that; she'd spent enough years cooking her "winter special" entrail and tree bark stew to think otherwise. No matter what was in the pot, folks still had to eat. They were, for the most part, grateful to have it. 

Still, the two women frowned at the scrawny hares laid out on the back counter. Realists, both of them, but even they hoped for a proverbial bone to be thrown their way occasionally. Sae sighed. It was a soft little noise that held no trace of censure. "Ah, tis alright. With the roots you brought yesterday, I can make it stretch in the pot. Boil the bones till there's nothing left of them. Still got salt. Salt goes a long way to making anything palatable."

Sae's stand was tucked in a back corner of the Hob. Due to location, it should have afforded some privacy for their trades and conversation. But privacy was difficult to find, and soon enough, a voice that made Katniss cringe piped up from the counter where folks came for a bowl of Sae's stew. 

"What's the matter, not enough meat on their bones? Didn't leave enough in the woods for anyone else to eat?" the man asked.

Katniss had thought she and Sae were alone but of course. Shit. No such luck. Darius invariably showed up at the Hob when she did, like he was equipped with a sturdy girls radar. It wouldn't break her heart if that one bit of luck failed him. It was her turn to sigh. 

Darius was, while not threatening, very much a shithead. Sae insisted he had a yen for Katniss, "pay him no mind. He teases ya like a little boy would in school. Too tongue-tied to make an intelligent remark. Looks like a sick sheep, that one."

If Darius hankered for Katniss's company, bringing up her plump figure wasn't getting him anywhere. Or just commenting on anything to do with her looks in general. 

Not that she found Darius handsome. Blech.

"Keep that up, and you'll be getting nothing in your bowl today," Sae chided the redheaded Peacekeeper mildly. She stayed neutral regarding customer spats, at least in front of them.

"Nar, don't do that. I was only having some fun with her," Darius said. 

On a practical level, because Katniss was nothing, if not that, she knew she was fortunate to have a little meat on her bones living in a place like Twelve, where food was difficult to come by. 

Extra padding in the winter probably kept her from freezing out in the woods, but why anyone thought she wanted to hear their opinion about her body was beyond her. Just because there was a little more of her didn't mean she was open to any and all comments. It made her feel like she and her body were separate beings. There was Katniss, who lived inside her head, and then there was Katniss, who was stuck inside her legs, her ass, her chest. 

"You're a fucking idiot. No wonder you're sitting alone in the barracks every weekend. I wouldn't talk to you either if I were a woman," another Peacekeeper, whose voice Katniss didn't recognize, chided Darius, piquing her interest.

"Ha! I get plenty far with them, thank you very much."

"Sure you do," the other man said condescendingly. "Lots of dates with Sally-five-fingers is more like it."

Katniss had to choke back her laughter; she wouldn't openly encourage whoever was digging at Darius because that wasn't her. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy hearing disparaging remarks slung his way, though. Having her thoughts echoed in solidarity was good for a mood boost. 

After schooling her features into something neutral, Katniss glanced over her shoulder, immediately catching the eye of the unfamiliar Peacekeeper accompanying Darius. 

Despite not knowing him, the new Peacekeeper shot her a boyish grin, and she wanted to laugh at his cheekiness. A charmer, that one. 

Katniss suddenly knew with absolute certainty, call it intuition or the sight or what have you, the Peacekeeper had been looking her over. But not like Darius, who she was sure thought of her like a nice bit of pork at the butcher shop. Katniss was an anomaly in Twelve, where most women were near-skeletal in mid-winter from lack of nutrition. The new Peacekeeper gazed at her more as if she was impossible not to look at. 

It was a silly impression to hold of a man she'd not been formally introduced to. But hold onto it, she did, because she found him more than worth looking at.

Katniss tore her glance from his smiling eyes but scolded herself for her cowardice. It was alright for her to return the favor of looking each other over. Even if scrutinizing the new Peacekeeper left her itchy inside her skin like pins were pricking at every nerve. 

Darius might be tall, Katniss decided, but the new Peacekeeper was much taller. He practically dwarfed her, a near-impossible feat among most men she'd met. 

The man effortlessly bestowed a feeling of not sticking out like a sore thumb on her. Because he wasn't just tall but very broad-shouldered, the sleeves of his white uniform straining over an obviously thick chest and arms. 

A little jolt ran down Katniss's spine at the completely new and unexpected reaction to another person. She even wondered what he might look like underneath his clothes. She'd never contemplated what a man might look like naked. 

Her fingers twitched at her sides, and she clenched them into fists, telling her hands to behave themselves. They couldn't reach out to a stranger.

The Peacekeeper was fair-skinned. His eyes were blue, and his hair was ash blond, like the merchant class who ran the shops in town. His skin was ruddy from the January air and perhaps some embarrassment at nearly getting caught staring at her ass. He didn't realize she knew exactly what he'd been up to. He thought he was in the clear, staring at her ass like he'd been. But no. Katniss was sure of it. He'd been staring at her ass.

"And who might you be?" Sae asked the handsome ass-looker, assessing him casually. She turned back to Katniss and raised her eyebrows in approval. Katniss pointedly ignored her. As if she couldn't see with her own eyes.

"Peeta Mellark," the Peacekeeper said, sliding onto one of the tall stools on the customer side of Sae's front counter. 

"A Mellark. Now that you say it, you look a bit like the baker Mellarks. Surely you're related."

"In town? Yeah, I think so. My dad said we had some far-reaching relations here. I come from Seven," Peeta supplied, unconcerned by the questions Sae most certainly did not pump your everyday 'Keeper for at their first meeting. 

Sae sucked air in through her teeth. "Heard they grew 'em big out in Seven. And they were right. And a Mellark to boot! How interesting. Katniss, don't you think that's interesting?" she added, dragging Katniss's attention away from the width of Peeta's shoulders where her eyes kept invariably drifting. 

Katniss didn't mean to stare. She just couldn't look away from him.

Peeta Mellark met her eye. "Katniss?" 

Katniss nodded her assent, hating the heat in her throat and face. Her voice would have trembled if she'd tried to speak or come out high and thin.

"That's an unusual name," Peeta said as if waiting for more of an answer from her. Like he had to know more about her.

"Our Katniss is a bit of an unusual person," Sae said when she sensed Katniss floundering under his attention. "Takes good care of her family."

"Family. Are you married? Do you have children?"

Sae's smile stretched wide enough to expose those gaps in the back of her mouth where teeth hadn't resided for years at his question. "Our Katniss has no husband or children, just one sister and mother. Tis a pity no one's offered for her yet."

"Sae," Katniss said.

"I have a hard time believing no one's offered for her," Peeta said. 

Sae turned away to ladle stew into bowls and slide them in front of Peeta and Darius, the latter of whom might as well have disappeared with so little attention he was being paid. 

"Maybe she's picky. Those who can care for themselves have room to be so. Perhaps she has no use for men."

"None so far, but I'm thinking that'll change. You got to admit, she's a good-looking girl, right?" Sae prodded.

"Stop," Katniss begged, pressing her back against the wall and crossing her arms over her stomach, wishing she could melt into the sooty walls. She'd developed this stance after puberty hit her right between the eyes---self-defensive and emerging whenever she was nervous or anxious. The goal was to disappear into her father's worn leather jacket, where she wasn't scrutinized as much. 

But she'd left his coat on Sae's back counter. With the thin shirt, she'd thrown on in the wee hours of the morning and promptly forgotten about, crossing her arms over her stomach only accentuated her breasts, pushing them farther up and out until she realized too late there was cleavage peeking out the neckline of her shirt.

Darius made a strangled noise that had Katniss instantly furious. "Wow, you ought to wear that shirt more often. Really brings out...your eyes," he said, definitely not looking at her eyes.

Ass.

Well, that was enough time at the Hob for one day, Katniss decided suddenly. She wouldn't be trotted out like a prize breeding swine on the auction block and then poked fun at on top of it. "You're a twit," Katniss hissed at Darius. She turned away from the three, grabbing her coat and game bag. "Sae, we can settle up later," she said. 

Katniss never settled up later, not when they all existed on the margins, but she was that anxious to go.

"Sure we can," Sae told her. Sounded amused, even.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

Katniss ran into Peeta a few days later at Sae's counter, where he sat working his way through a bowl of stew. Minus Darius, fortunately. 

Katniss had thought about Peeta a lot, but she'd also spent a fair amount of time considering how she would make Darius pay for his comment about her breasts. Maybe ask Sae to slip a pinch of foxglove in his bowl next time he shows up. Giving Darius the shits would do plenty to soothe her mind. 

Dismissing pleasant thoughts of revenge she most likely wouldn't act on, Katniss walked past Peeta to trade with Sae. This time he kept his eyes off her ass as she rounded the counter to the back table. She was a little disappointed. "That's a nice-looking bird," he remarked as she unloaded a pheasant from her bag.

Katniss cocked an eyebrow at him. Yes, Peeta was handsome as they come, but was he asking her to talk to him, a Peacekeeper, about her hunting, which the Capitol most certainly regarded as poaching? 

"Don't worry," Peeta pushed his now-empty bowl across the counter and wiped his mouth. "I wouldn't shoot myself in the foot that way, so to speak. Enjoying the fruits of your labor too much. That's just. Really impressive."

She tipped her chin up, meeting his eye. Any pretense of flirting pushed back. "Alright then," she said. "Just see that you don't, Peeta Mellark." 

He smiled when his name crossed her lips.

After collecting her bowl of the day's stew, Katniss took the stool beside him. They didn't speak much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.

KPKPKPKPKP

On a warmer afternoon a week or so later, Katniss was stepping through the scraggly brush leading up to the back entrance of the Hob when Peeta, after glancing around, stepped out one of the rear doors, shoving his face shield up before reaching her side. 

His expression made her frown in confusion. "What's going on?" she asked, tugging on the strap of her bag protectively.

"You can't be here today," he murmurred, tugging on her arm, giving her no chance to broker an argument. He touched her lower back when she resisted and herded her toward the Seam road.

Katniss stared at him in disbelief as they moved, the thoughts inside her head clacking like a sack of coal instead of connecting into coherent thoughts.

"New Head' Keeper," Peeta explained. "This one is bad news. He doesn't let things go like Cray did." He stopped once they were effectively camouflaged behind an oak tree and dropped his hand from her side, stepping back to put a respectful distance between them.

She appreciated his manners but missed his touch immediately. She wouldn't mind a little handsiness from him. Then again, he wouldn't be the respectful man she knew. He'd never even glanced at her ass after the first time.

"Thank you, I guess. Now I owe you one," Katniss told him, hastily shrugging off her jacket and snugging her game bag against her side before sliding the coat back on while Peeta glanced around, making sure they were still alone. 

She should be able to get home unnoticed with her bag hidden that way. But that was just the start of her problems. 

She sighed. She'd have to think of another way to trade until the heat was off. If the heat ever would be off. She'd only known one Head' Keeper her whole life. She didn't imagine it was a position in the corps that opened up often.

Peeta quietly laughed at her disgruntled attitude. "No, nothing owed," he insisted when she scowled at him. "I just wouldn't want to see anything happen to you, that's all."

Katniss caught his eye before looking away and nodding. "Just the kindness of your heart, then," she said softly, heart fluttering in her throat.

"Something like that," he murmurred.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKP

"This way," Katniss hissed, tugging Peeta's hand to get him going as Peacekeepers raced past his inert form to escape the blaze gnawing its way across the rooftops. Hundreds were flooding out the gates away from the fire. The district was on fire. 

Katniss couldn't leave Peeta behind even if she couldn't budge his big dumb ass, not after risking her life just to get to the barracks and warn him. At least her mother and Prim were going to the lake with Gale; she trusted her friend to get them safely in the woods.

Peeta had gone mute in horror and shock at the sight of the destruction, frozen to his spot like that thick layer of ice that sealed in the lake in deep winter, locked in place until spring thaw. Theoretically, Katniss thought, because he was a horse of a man and she couldn't do it herself, he could be forcibly moved, but it would require much more strength than even she had.

Twelve blazed, the hungry fire sweeping through the district, devouring every structure in the Seam and Town. The fire had started in the Hob, flames engulfing the coal-soaked warehouse like dry leaves in a burn barrel, and a stiff wind coming down from the mountainside kept the fire in perpetual motion, allowing it to consume everything in sight.

In desperation, because the heat of the flames was growing stronger at her back, Katniss stood on her toes and grasped Peeta's face, forcing him down to her. She kissed him; it was hard and insistent and inexperienced. His lips were soft, cold, and unresponsive.

Kissing him had probably been a stupid move, but it roused him from his stupor. When Katniss opened her eyes, Peeta stared at her, wide-eyed in stupefaction. He was breathing heavily. She was breathing heavily, too, her heart skipping a panicked rhythm for all sorts of reasons she had no time to separate into neat, labeled boxes. "Peeta, we have to go. You need to come with me. It's not safe here."

"Huh? Yeah. Yeah, okay," he said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Everything is just gone."

Katniss squeezed his hands and then gave them a light tug. "Don't be sorry. Just move. We don't have much time."

Part 1 of 2

What's this? Katniss and Peeta are thrust together by a joint need for survival? Whatever shall they do? ;)

[dotster001]

May I ask for Octavinelle with a gn!reader who is very scared of the ocean like to the point where they cover their face and cry or cling to nearby things. Not swimming pool or streams but the actual ocean. May I ask for boys to help them overcome the fear. As like a comfort fic.

Comfort from the Depths

Summary:Gn!Reader

A/N: this fic came out longer than I initially expected...but I really enjoyed it in the end! I hope you like it too! Tag list still packed so good luck 😂

"We want you to come home with us for spring break!" Floyd shouted excitedly, causing Azul to sigh, and Jade to smirk.

"What happened to our plan, Floyd?"

"I got excited!"

The three looked expectantly at you, but all you were doing was gritting your teeth, and trying not to cry.

"That's…. that's so great, guys, but I don't think I can. I made other plans."

"No you didn't. Jade checked," Floyd said with a grin, not seeming to catch onto the hidden signs you were giving off.

"Oh, did you?" You glared at Jade. "Well, uh, I only recently made plans, I'm sorry."

"Then cancel them," Floyd said matter of factly, his scowl making you miss Jade and Azul sneakily sharing a look.

"Such a shame," Azul sighed, "of course we understand, I'll just have to tell my poor mother that our human friend will not be staying with us. And she was so very excited to meet you too…"

"I'm sure we can return the extra ticket to the concert, and the extra ticket to the museum, and the one for the sea princess symposium..."

"Yeah, and Mama Ashengrotto can return all the ingredients she bought to make your favorite meals, so that you'd feel more at home on your first night," Floyd said sadly.

The three of them released a synchronized sigh of disappointment.

"No, no, I know what you three are doing. You're trying to make me feel bad and change my mind."

Sigh.

"Seriously, I mean it!"

Sigh.

"Sevens! Fine! I'll cancel my plans!"

The three smiled knowingly. 

"Excellent, we leave at 7 am tomorrow," Azul said.

"Tomorrow?" You squeaked out.

"Unless there is some sort of issue?" Jade asked.

"Nope. No. No issue," you said, voice cracking.

….

"Grim, how hard would it be to flee the country?" You asked, laying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling.

"I dunno, why are you asking me?" 

"You're the one from here!"

"Why do you want to flee anyway? Aren't you supposed to join the scary fish trio on a trip over spring break?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm running from," you flipped onto your stomach, burying your face in your pillow.

"Why?"

"Mmmph."

"Wait, you're scared of the ocean? But you swim in the pool all the time?"

"Mmmph."

"The ocean isn't that different from a pool. I mean it's deeper, and has more fish poop, but-"

"Mmmph!"

"Fish poop should be the first thing you think about! What are you even talking about? Calling me crazy," he trailed off with a pout.

You flipped back over onto your back.

"Look, Grim, I know deep down it's "illogical" or whatever, I just don't know why I'm scared of the ocean. But whenever I'm near it, I cry, and scream, and claw scratch marks into whatever poor soul happens to be near me."

Grim thought for a moment.

"What if we ask Deuce to give us a ride to the beach on his blastcycle? Then we can try and fix you before you leave for your trip, in the morning."

"I don't know, Grim…"

"Henchhuman, I know what I'm  talking about. Besides,"he crawled up to your face, and rubbed his cheek against yours affectionately, "you're really close to those guys. I think you'll have fun if you are able to go."

"Thanks Grimmy, you're the sweetest."

"Yeah...but also Idia says if he gets to babysit me, I can play as many video games as I want!"

Sigh.

"Okay, I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Let's go!"

….

One call to Deuce, and a trip on the blastcycle later, you were at the beach. You assured Deuce you'd call him to pick you up when you were done, then changed into a swimsuit, and stood at the edge of the beach with Grim.

"Nope," you said, trying to remain cool, but already feeling the tears come to your eyes, and your body shut down.

"You're so close, Y/N! You just have to take one more step and you're-"

"Nope."

You turned to run, and bumped straight into something solid.

"If these are the plans you have to cancel to hang with us, then I must say, I'm offended you hesitated to agree to our plans."

"Jade," you stuttered.

"Shrimpy, the ocean isn't that scary, look!" Floyd laughed loudly, picking you up around the middle and running towards the sea.

"No no no!" You screamed and shut your eyes, loud enough to deter most people.

Floyd would never be most people.

"Floyd!" Azul yelled in a panic.

"You know Floyd is into immersion therapy, why would you invite him," Jade laughed, not seeming upset at all.

Meanwhile, you were clinging to Floyd, sobbing. 

"Open your eyes, Shrimpy," he whispered.

You shook your head.

"I've got you, I promise. Open your eyes."

Maybe it was how kindly he said it, but you found yourself slowly opening your eyes.

You noticed he had only gotten far enough into the sea the have his feet covered.

"I'm gonna take another step, Kay?" He whispered in your ear. 

You shook your head again.

He tightened his grip, and said," I will not drop you. Plus Jade and Azul are going to change and swim ahead so they can be there if something goes wrong."

"Azul would never," you said through your tears.

"Do you truly think so little of me?" Azul said with a sigh as he stared at the potion he and Jade were about to take. "Besides, if you have to face your fears, it's only fair I face mine."

Then he walked into the water, drank his potion, and dropped himself backwards into the ocean.

"Well, that's a tough act to follow,"Jade smirked, drinking his own potion and diving into the sea.

You and Floyd watched the ocean for a moment, and waited. Bubbles slowly rose to the surface, and out emerged Azul and Jade.

"Azul…" you trailed off.

"I know. Hideous," he groaned.

"No, no! You're beautiful."

Azul silently slipped back below the water, causing both the twins to laugh.

"Aw! I believe you embarrassed him."

"Come out, I wanna see you blushing!"

A single tentacle flicked water at Jade.

"Alright Shrimpy, can I take another step?" Floyd asked.

You nodded, clinging tighter to him.

He continued taking slow steps into the water, making sure to ask if you were ready before each one. You had slowly been inching your way up his torso, but now there was nowhere left to go, and the next step would mean you actually had to touch the water yourself.

"Can I-"

"No!" You shouted, squeezing Floyd tight enough to give him a run for his money.

"You've been doing a great job, we can take a break for a moment," Azul said.

"But we're so close!" Floyd whined.

"Floyd," Jade said, clearly a warning of something you weren't fully aware of.

Floyd pouted, but stood still as stone, while you dug your nails into his  scalp. You heard someone swim closer, and felt them rub your back soothingly.

You took a deep breath, and exhaled an "Okay, I'm ready."

The water was cold on your feet, but Floyd was warm. Warm and safe. Even though he definitely wanted to be fully in the water.

Which the other two seemed aware of.

"Okay, we're going to trade off," Azul said, reaching for you. 

"I'm not ready for another step!" You shouted in poor Floyd's ear, gripping him even tighter.

"We won't take another one. I'm just going to shift you over to me."

You nodded and shifted into Azul's arms. He was already wet, making you wonder if it would be easier moving forward with him.

Now free of your viselike grip, Floyd shouted, "Wahoo!" And dove headfirst into the water.

You and Azul giggled as he reemerged in mer form, and shook his head like a wet dog.

"Okay, Let's go," you said, softly smiling now that the tension had eased some.

Azul swam forward, and you continued your progress. Slowly. Slowly. But progress anyway.

"I think you're ready for your last test," Azul whispered, rubbing your back.

"Are you ready to go under?"

You stiffened, and he added, "Only for a second! Jade and Floyd will be right here too. You will be safe."

You felt the twins join your impromptu huddle, now appearing more like an intimate group hug. Stealing your nerves, you took a deep breath, and held it, as the four of you went under the water.

You looked around you and noticed the three of them glowing. They had told you about their bioluminescence, but up to this point you'd never experienced it. You reached out to touch Azul's cheek, and suddenly you were back above the water, hearing the twins loudly guffawing.

"Well," Azul coughed, refusing to make eye contact. "um, so yeah. We think you're ready to come with us. How do you feel about it, though?"

The three stared at you expectantly.

….

"Don't forget to write!" Grim said as he hugged you in front of the mirror.

"I'll only be gone a week!"

"And bring me back souvenirs. Lots of them."

"Okay, Grim. Be good for Idia."

"Yeah, Yeah…"

Jade put a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you ready?"

You looked at your three friends, nodded, downed your underwater potion, and took a step towards a new adventure.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1229: Spending the Night with Her Two Dolts (RWBY)

9:24 p.m. at Atlas Hotel Suite: Pines' Room...........

Weiss: (Knocks on an Already Opened Hotel Room) Knock-Knock.

Oscar: (Smiles Softly at an Old Friend While Sitting on the Bed and Playing Cards with his Wife, Ruby) Well, look who finally made it?~

Ruby: ('GASPS') (Happily Waves Hello to her Former Teammate and Best Friend) Weiss!~ Hi-(Suddenly Piunts and Yells at Weiss) DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP CLOSER INSIDE THIS ROOM!!

Weiss: (Immediately Stops Walking and Gets Startled by Ruby's Sudden Yelling at the Same Time) W-What!? Why- (Starts Pinching the Bridge of her Nose and Sighing at the Dreadful Realization) Oh, for the love of-Please don't tell me you're playing that stupid Floor is Lava game again years later.......

Ruby: (Happily Nodded) Indeed we are!~ It's a perfect way to spend the rest of the night after all the walking and sightseeing we did earlier.

Weiss: (Rolls her Eyes) Perfect for a simpleton maybe. (Turns to Oscar) And you there! Are you still letting your own wife drag you into one of her foolish shenanigans after all these years?

Oscar: (Casually Shrugs) If it keeps making her happy. I'm used to her craziness at this point.

Ruby: (Happily Hugs her Husband) Spoken like a awesome hubby you are!~ (Starts Kissing on Oscar's Freckled Cheek Before Turning Back to Weiss) Now, hurry up and get in our bed already, Schnee! (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Unless you're too chicken and have no clue of getting in-

Weiss uses her Myrtenaster to create a Glyph before stepping and then leaping hersslf off it towards the other side of the very same bed Ruby and Oscar are sitting on, flawlessly.

Oscar: (Smiles Softly at Weiss) Nice landing.

Weiss: (Simply and Poudly Nodded to Oscar) Thank you.

Ruby: (Starts Pouting) Show-off.

Few Minutes of Waiting For Pizza......and Finding a Way to Get it Without Touching the Floor Later.......

Weiss: You did all of that work towards one measly bear Grimm?

Ruby: (Proudly Nodded) Yep! Zigzagged that beast into tiny pieces with my trust Cresent Rose, in record time too. (Forms a Cocky Smirk on her Face) That'll show those twerps I still got!

Oscar: (Whispers to Weiss) One of my students told Ruby she past her prime day she visited the academy the other day. It got to her ever since.

Weiss: ('Sigh') Children can be the most cruelest beings these days........

Oscar: ('Sigh') Ain't that the truth.

Weiss: (Turns to Oscar) Speaking of which, how's everything going for you at the academy, as of late? They're not making you overwork yourself again, are they?

Oscar: Not as of recent, thank God. It's been going along more smoothly than I could ever hope it would go.

Weiss: (Smiles Brightly) Good. We wouldn't want to see our precious farm boi get himself stressed out so easily.

Oscar: (Gives Weiss a Deadpinned Look on his Face) That's a nickname I never thought I would here again. I already grew out of the cuteness phase, remember?

Weiss: ('Scoffs') Oh please. (Playfully Pulls on One Side of Oscar's Cheek) Like that ever mattered to us to begin with~

Ruby: (Playfully Pulls on her Husband's Other Cheek) You'll always be cute and precious to us no matter how old we all get~ We love ya like that, honey~

Weiss: Precisely.

Oscar: (Annoyedly Swats Both Hands Off Him) Anyways! (Turns Back to Schnee Heiress) Weiss, how's life been treating these days?

Ruby: (Turns Back to Weiss) Yeah. You been to a lot of places recently? (Starts Smirking Again) Got any luck guy and/or gal you might be pining for?~

Weiss: I've been through a few places as of late, some new, some familiar, most of which are business related trips. (Takes a Sip of her Glass of Wine) I can't say I found anyone that peak my interest though.

Oscar: Really? Not a single person?

Weiss: (Shakes her Head a Bit) Nada. I've been far too occupied with my business to even think about anything romance related at the point. Even then, I doubt anyone would be interested in someone like me to begin with.

Ruby: (Glares at Weiss) And why the hell not? You have a lot of great qualities! You're elegant, rich, gorgeous, way more smarter than I am at least-

Weiss: I'm also bossy, uptight, too prideful for my own good at times, dull and boring-

Ruby: Being a boss came beneficial, everyone of us had our pride filled moments at one point in our mundane lives, and you are FAR from being the most dull, boring person alive! Remember the time Sun dared you to finish twelve containers of ice-cream under five minutes at sleepover night, and you managed to get it all done three and a half minutes earlier?

Oscar: You didn't even flinched once while doing it either.

Weiss: ('Ugh') Don't remind me. It almost took a day for that stupid brain freeze migraine to go away completely.....

Ruby: Yeah, but it doesn't take away the fact that you showed those boxes of ice cream who's boss that night!

Weiss: I suppose. (Shyly Moves the Front of her Hair Back a Bit) You two really think highly of me?

Oscar: (Happily Nodded) Yea, ofcourse. You've always been amazing in our eyes, Weiss.

Ruby: (Nodded in Agreement) Exactly. It's anyone's loss if they think otherwise. (Forms a More Playful, Seductive Smirk on her Face This Time) Hell, just say the word and Oscar and I can take you out on the best date night you'll ever have in your whole life!~ (Winks at Weiss)

Oscar: Something nice, relaxing, simple- (Slowly Turns his Head to his Wife) Legal, trouble free!

Ruby: (Gently Slaps Oscar's Chest) Oh will you relax? We won't get ourselves locked up Ike last time. Promise.

Weiss: I'm sorry. You two got- (Eyes Widened at the Married Couple in Front of Her) ARRESTED at one point!?

Oscar: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face Again) Yeah. Back in Argus.

Oscar shoes Weiss pictures of him and Ruby's mugshots from his scroll. The former was Shock amd mortified at the fact he actually got arrested the time in his lifetime while the latter was smiling up for the camera (to this day, it might be one of her cutest smiles Oscar has ever bear witness.), trying to make light of a more dumb and reckless situation.

Oscar: We spent the whole night in the cell together until Emerald came and bailed us out. She never let me live it down ever since......

Ruby: (Smiles Sheepishly) We may or may not took a skydive from off a tall building after our date night and then a joyride all around town by using my semblance the whole way through.......

Weiss: (Facepalms Herself While Groaning) Should've know YOU would have something to do with this, Rose.....(Pouts at Oscar) And you didapppoint me, Oscar Everlynn Pines! You're supposed to keep her out of trouble, not let her dragged you into one with her!

Oscar: ('Sigh') I know. Not one the best moment of my mundane live thus far. (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) I really need to learn not to fall for the Puppy Dog Eyes too easily....But I did promise that I will always be by her side till death do us part and I intend to keep it that way.

Ruby: (Happily Hugs her Husband Next to Her) Me too!~ I'm sorry I got us both in trouble that night.

Oscar: It's fine. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have some fun out of it, at least until the arrest happened. (Smiles Softly at Ruby) I'm just glad my beautiful wife had a good time at all.

Ruby: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Starts Snuggling onto Oscar) I love you so much, Oscar~

Oscar: I love you more~

Ruby: No, I believe I love you far more than you could ever imagine inside that cute head of yours~

Oscar: (Forms a Bit of a Seductive Smirk on his Face) Wanna prove that?~

Ruby: (Smirks Back at Oscar While Placing her Hand onto his Cheek) Gladly!~ (Starts Kissing on a Now Ticklish Oscar's Face)

Weiss: (Sighs as She Watches the Married Couple's Romantic Antics in Front of Her) You two really are made for one another.......Alright, I'll accept your invitation.

Ruby: (Puts Her Kissing Session to a Screeching Holt as She and Oscar Gives Weiss her Fill Attention) You will? Truly?

Weiss: (Simply Nodded) Yes. (Raises an Eyebrow) IF you let me take lead and pick out any activities I want us to do for tomorrow, that is.

Ruby: (Rolls her Eyes Again) Day of boredom, here we come.....

Oscar: Ruby! (Turns Back to Weiss) Ignore her, Weiss. Tomorrow's your day.

Weiss: (Puts on a More Satisfied Smile) Thank you. I'm certain it'll be a day to remember, even considering you two will be a part of it.

Ruby: D'awwwww~ You've been missing us that a lot these days, haven't you?~

Weiss: (Scoffs Before Turning Away a Bit) Please. I wouldn't say I missed you dolts THAT much. Despite how......dull, quiet, and slightly lonely life has gotten for- (Suddenly Felt Ruby Hugging Her) Me.

Ruby: The feeling's mutual, Ice Queen~

Weiss: Will you ever stop calling that?

Ruby: Not as long as I still live and breathe, your highness!~ (Forms Yet Another Smirk) 'Less you give me a few riches in retu-

Weiss: No.

Ruby: (Playfully Snuggles onto Weiss) Then your request is denied indefinitely.

Weiss: ('Ugh') Oscar, your wife is being a complete nuisance again!!

Oscar: (Watches the Obnoxiously Cuteness Unfolds in Front of Him) She's been wanting to see you all day, Weiss, let her have this one. She'll let go eventually.

Weiss: ('Sighs in Defeat') She should consider herself thankful and lucky that I'm in a better mood these days. (Pouts at Oscar Again) And you better come over here and hug me next once she's done or you will be sorry!

Oscar: (Chuckles Lightly Playfully Salutes to Weiss) Will do, your highness.

@albion-93

@ma-lemons

@maripr

@decibelcoatl

[marksbear]

hello hello ! first request here :)

fandom : black panther / black panther : wakanda forever [ marvel ]

character : erik killmonger

plot : as a child, killmonger had one person that he trusted the most, besides his father - m/n l/n. despite his secretive nature, both boys enjoyed playing basketball together, and going to killmonger's apartment - as y/n was one of the only kids that his father seemed to trust to let into their home. on the night of his father's death, killmonger cries into the arms of y/n, who holds him silently, and it seemed it was just them against the world. until y/n disappeared immediately after, aiding killmonger's descent into madness and revenge. timeskip to his time in wakanda, more or less ruling it after the 'death' of t'challa, he strolls the streets until he sees a familiar face and chases them into alleyways. y/n, alive and well, staring at killmonger with a sorrowful expression. killmonger is betrayed, realizing that all along his childhood friend was from wakanda, and that may have been the only reason his father allowed him to come into the house - as he knew the boy would say nothing, maybe he was even a part of their schemes. the reunion is all shouting and close up threats, until they're both overcome with emotions and they just screw in the alleyway.

basically [ childhood friends to strangers to enemies to lovers ]

i apologize for the long request, i enjoy your work and sort of rambled the idea i had in my head. thank you in advance, i hope it doesn't cause much trouble, and it's alright if you are unable to fulfil it.

if it isn't much, i'd like to be the 🍀 anon, or maybe🪴if that one's already taken. thank you again <3

Hi hello! Hope you're doing well my friend! And of course you can be🍀 anon! You'll be my good luck charm!

ERIK KILLMONGER X MALE READER

Erik stands outside the gate looking at the boys playing basketball watching them from afar.

The boys seemed like they all knew each other leaving Erik to be the odd one out. Erik turns his attention to a young boy sitting on the trunk of someone's car holding a basketball in his lap. Erik stares at him wondering “Why isn’t he playing with anyone.” Erik is so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice the boy walking to him.

The boy climbs on the gate and drops down to Erik. Erik still doesn’t notice the boy until the boy lightly shoves his arm. “Wh-what oh.” Erik looks at the boy. Y/n pushes the ball into Erik’s arms with a smirk on his face. “I’m Y/n. And you are?” “Erik…” “Well Erik lets 1v1! First to eleven wins”

Y/n holds onto Erik’s arm moving the damaged gate out of the way holding it open for Erik. 

The boys begin to play multiple rounds of basketball. Round after round the two never seem to get tired of each other. Some strangers/ other kids come and go as they play for hours. The two taught each other different moves and tricks. They play for hours until they begin to feel tired. 

Y/n shoots the winning shot with a smirk on his face looking at Erik. “I win again!” Y/n brags earning a playful shove from Erik. The two begin wrestling each other trying to prove their dominance to see who is the real winner. Erik takes Y/n to the ground, pinning him to the floor. “Now I’m the real winner.”

Erik teases earning Y/n to play dirty. By tickling Erik. “Y/n! S-stop AhaHA! Stopp!” Erik laughs out falling down on the floor with his friend. Y/n stops with a few laughs escaping his own lips. 

The two lay on the ground side by side talking about whatever comes to mind. “You're pretty good at basketball.” Erik says, looking to his side staring at Y/n.

“You too. Erik maybe a bit worse, but still good.” Y/n jokes earning Erik rolling his eyes. 

“Y/n, maybe we can go pro together? Y’know like to join the NBA.” Erik says imaging the two of them playing side by side in a real game. Y/n’s face seemed confused like he didn’t know what the NBA was, but to please his new friend Y/n agreed by shaking his head yes. “Y-yeah we’ll be unstoppable.” Y/n adds slightly praying that he got it right. 

“It’s getting dark. How about I walk you home?” Y/n suggests getting off the ground and picks up his ball looking down at Erik. Y/n holds out his hand waiting for Erik to take it. Erik takes it and gets off the ground with Y/n’s help. 

Y/n and Erik walk to Erik’s house hand in hand “keeping the other safe.” 

After they reach the apartment and everything Y/n lets go of Erik’s hand and smiles at him. Erik looks sad from having to leave his friend. “When do I see you again?” Erik asks, watching Y/n think. “Anytime and everywhere. I promise.”

The answer confused Erik and before he could ask again the front door opened revealing Erik’s father looking at the two boys. Erik’s dad stared at Y/n wide eyed like if he knew Y/n’s secret. “Erik, who is the boy?”

“He’s Y/n! My new friend!” Erik dad gave Y/n one more glance before opening the door. “Well get in. You to Y/n. It's too late for you to go back home.” Both boys go inside and go straight to Erik’s room. 

Erik gave Y/n extra sleeping clothes and both got ready to go asleep. The boys get into the bed laying next to each other side by side. They talk about anything that comes into their mind.

“Y/n? Are you still awake?” “Yeah. What's up?” “Wanna explore the neighborhood tomorrow?” “Sure. We can. We can go everywhere together, you just have to say the word.” “Friends for life?” Erik says, holding out his pinky. “Friends forever.” Y/n holds out his own pinky wrapping it around Erik promising. 

After that night the boys became inseparable. They hung out every single minute of the day. They were together forever. They knew everything about each other, the bad things, the good things, and even things the person didn’t know about themselves. 

TIMESKIP

Y/n and Erik were doing pickup with some other boys about to play basketball until something big and weird happened. Some ship or something was in the sky flying past them in the air. Erik runs to his house with Y/n chasing after him. 

Y/n recognized what was in the sky. I mean c'mon he grew up seeing them everywhere. Y/n prayed that they weren't coming for him. 

Once the boys reach the apartment door Y/n goes in front of Erik trying to shield him from the horrors he already knew what was going to come. Y/n opens the door hearing a gasp from behind him. Erik pushes past Y/n running to his dad’s body.

Erik cradles his father's dead body silently crying as Y/n watches him before walking to him and hugs Erik tightly. Erik cries even harder holding his dear friend for dear life. Y/n lays his head on top of Erik trying to comfort him the best he can. Erik's thoughts run wild; the only thing he can think about is revenge and Y/n. Erik’s body slowly feels limp from crying. Erik's eyes slowly close from exhaustion. He didn’t when he started to become tired. Erik’s become choked sobs as Y/n comfort him without saying anything. 

Erik's body became limp, passing out from exhaustion and sadness. Y/n uses all his kid strength to drag Erik into his bedroom before leaving him on his bed. Y/n takes off his necklace and ring to give Erik something to remember him by. Y/n takes off his jacket and lay’s it onto Erik. Tears fall from Y/n’s eyes before he leaves the apartment.

To never be seen again… 

When Erik woke up he was scared, lonely and revengeful; only Y/n’s jacket brought him comfort. Erik looked around the neighborhood for hours for his friend. By hour by hour Erik began to lose up. So defeated he goes back home and goes into his room. He almost went straight to his bed, but something shiny caught his eye. Erik goes to the dresser and picks up the rings and cries even harder while clutching Y/n's jacket close to him.

TIMESKIP

King Kilmonger walks around Wakanda making sure everything is perfect. He’s been ruling it since the death of T'challa taking the princess' place to rule. Erik seems alright from the outside. He was a strong, cocky, a bit evil man, but still had somewhat of a heart.

What most don't know, Erik sometimes cries himself to sleep as memories of his childhood friend run through his mind. Erik hated him deeply, but he couldn’t deny that he loved and missed the man dearly. The feeling of betrayal goes through his body every single day. 

Erik strolls around the street stretching his legs and clearing his mind before having to sit through another long and boring meeting.

People greet their king as he passes by him. Many offer gifts and others just starting conversation.

Everything was going fine until Erik heard a familiar name being called.

"Y/n! Come help me lift this." Some older fellow shouted looking at the younger man for assistance. "Alright." A voice rings out automatically catching Erik's ears. "Y/n..." Erik mumbles out watching the male lift up some crates for the old man. "Thank you Y/n. Such a fine young man you are." The older man praises patting Y/n on his back for the good work.

Y/n smiles at the older man before turning back to the street going to head back home.

Erik and Y/n lock eyes both of them stand like deer in head lights in the middle of the street.

Y/n runs for it catching Erik a bit off guard, but chases after him as fast as possible.

They run past corners and turns with Y/n trying to throw off the king to the best of his ability. From any point of view they'll probably think Y/n was a thief or worse from how their king is chasing him down. Y/n tries to lose Erik in the crowd, but nothing can stop the king.

But finally their game of chase is cut short. Y/n goes straight into an alleyway leading into a dead end. By the time Y/n realized it was too late Erik ran into the alleyway after Y/n.

"Y/n. It is really you." Erik breathes out staring Y/n. "You're alive." Erik also says in disbelief. Y/n lets out a sigh and nods his head yes. "Why..." Erik trails off before anger begins to overcome him.

"Why! Why would you leave me!" Erik screams feeling his whole body burn with rage. "How could you do that to me!?! When I needed you most. You were my best friend! And I needed you!" Erik adds watching Y/n's sorrowful expression begin to change.

"Bestfriends? Really Erik? We were nothing close to best friends. Erik you never gave a damn about me unless we were hanging out at your place or playing basketball! You didn't even make an effort to know where I live or anything about me!" Y/n shouts walking closer to Erik showing him that he isn't scared.

"I trusted you with my life Y/n. Me and my father did!" Erik shouts back while registering that Y/n was the only person allowed in the house.

"You're from wakanda. And you knew didn't you? You knew what was in the sky that night. You knew that they were gonna kill my father! And I bet you were a part of it." Erik blames walking closer as well.

"Erik... Don't start saying things like that." Y/n says as flashbacks going through his mind from all the times he was with Erik and his father.

"Why Y/n! Why did you leave me? I cried for years and I still do trying to think about when you left me... I-I should honestly punish you for that. You made me go into madness. We both knew that I couldn't life without you. You were the only one besides my father, I loved and trusted."

When Y/n heard those words fall from Erik's mouth he almost cracked. Y/n moves both his hands on both sides of Erik's cheeks pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Erik was surprised and pulled away fast looking at Y/n wide eyed. Y/n stares back at him feeling that he did the worst thing ever, but those feelings are quickly washed away by Erik kissing him.

The two hold and kiss each other. Holding each other tightly like the other would disappear. Y/n is quick to move Erik on the wall as the kiss gets more and more heated. Their bodies move against each other finally getting the satisfaction the both of them longed for.

Erik and Y/n fumble around with their clothes trying to take them off as quickly as they can.

Finally Y/n pulls away gasping for air a bit as he takes off his own clothes never breaking eye contact with Erik. Erik watches Y/n undress watching him with pure love in his eyes. The king begins to take off his own clothes.

Y/n pins Erik on the wall kissing and biting his now exposed skin. "I want you inside me Y/n." Erik says growing impatient not even caring that he isn't well prepped.

Erik moves his hands down to Y/n's hard cock giving it a few slow strokes while staring Y/n in his eyes. Erik pulls his hand away before spitting on it and goes back to jerking off Y/n.

Erik's hand movements are fast and rough trying to make Y/n's cock wet as fast as he can. Y/n bucks his hips into Erik's fist while soft moans escape his lips. "Give it to me Y/n!~" Erik pleads pulling his hand away and turning his body around to his stomach on the wall and bending over.

Y/n puts both hands on either side of Erik's hips holding him still as he slowly moves his tip inside Erik's hole. Y/n begins to slowly thrust in and out inside Erik causing Erik to let out moans and whimpers.

"Fa-faster! ohHh fuck~" Erik moans out moving himself down meeting Y/n half way when he thrust.

Y/n doesn't need to get told twice as he picks up his thrust at a fast pace. Y/n's grip on Erik is tighter as he begins to abuse his hole with thrust. Y/n thrust became deeper and rougher. Skin slapping and moans can be heard throughout the hallway as both males don't even care if they're making too much noise.

Erik walls tighten around Y/n once Y/n hits his prostate causing a long moan to fall from his mouth.

Y/n begins to abuse Erik's prostate snapping his hips at a faster pace and hitting his prostate every single time with his thrust. "Again! fu-ck~ hit it again~" Erik begs

Erik hard cock leaks precum and his cock twitching from being near his peak. Y/n thrust doesn't slow down a second keeping up his fast and rough rhythm.

The king holds onto the wall for dear life as Y/n wrecks his hole. "Y/n!~ I'm about to cum! gonna cum!~" Erik moans as his eyes begin to water. Y/n speeds up his thrust even faster than before as he feels his own cock twitch inside Erik. Erik is first to meet his peak. He cums hard onto the floor and wall painting it white as he screams and moans out things that don't even make sense.

Erik's walls clamp on tighter on Y/n's cock eager to get Y/n's load inside him.

After a few more thrust Y/n's cums deep inside Erik painting Erik's inside white and warm causing Erik to scream all sorts of things. Y/n thrust hard and slow a few times fucking him until he's out of his high and drained.

The two breathe heavy and in silence both too tired to say anything and a bit scared to say something. Y/n begins to pull out slowly as he watches his load pour out of Erik. "Don't leave me. Y/n don't go..." Erik says quietly hoping that Y/n didn't hear him.

Y/n turns Erik's body around so he faces him. "I don't live far from here. Lets go to my place and get you cleaned up."

THE END

[catherinnn]

An Almond For a Kiss

this is inspired by a few blurbs I read about Eddie today and I hope you like it

A blurb for Eddie Munson x reader:

Eddie and you have always had a particular relationship. He was so very obvious about his big crush on you. It was like a routine, he would call you pretty girl, princess, sweetheart, all sort of sweet names. He would invite you over to his trailer at any free time he had. He would help you at anything he could without you even asking for help.

He really grew on you, after how sweet and cute he behave around you, you started to develop feelings too. But you never passed the flirting phase, so there was a lot of flirting.

Until one day at lunch, you were feeling a little more confident than usual and decided to play with him a little bit.

You just asked him for one of him almonds, then one became two, and three, until now that you felt like you were stealing all of his food.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't wanna eat your lunch" you apologized.

"It's my pleasure sweetheart, no problem"

"Thank you, kind sir, how could I ever repay you?"

"You don't have to, I'm glad to be of service"

"I insist"

You could see some of the boys rolling their eyes at your games, but you two kept on with a smile.

"Here you go" he gave you another almond but this time when you grabbed it, before you put it in your mouth you thanked him and moved closer to him, giving him a little peck on the lips.

He stared at you, all blushed. A little smile started to form on his face. It was just a peck on the lips, man, keep it together, he had to think to himself.

But it was when you kept on going with that little game of yours that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Thank you, baby" and another kiss.

"Fuck, you can't just do that" he said in a breathy voice, resting his head on your shoulder as if he was exhausted.

Was he really getting turned on by these little kisses? he didn't want to believe that was possible, but with you, he never knew.

"You want me to stop?" you whispered to him and he shook his head pouting, you laughed. "You're so cute"

That kept going until there was one last almond left on the jar.

"You can have it, gorgeous"

"Thank you Eds, but it must cost more, since it's the last one, I imagine"

"Well... it is the last one"

"I know, let me think of a better way to repay you" you pulled him closer and stared at him to seek some sort of doubt or discomfort but you only met his loving stare. You smiled softly and and pulled your lips on his, kissing him sweetly.

You could feel yourself melting inside and your heart jumping. Eddie was no better, he couldn't believe this was really happening, he had imagined what kissing you would feel like but he could have never imagined something this perfect.

"Eddie!" Gareth called him for the tenth time and he stopped the kiss to look at him with a drunk look on his face. "Man, we gotta get to class, we have a test now, remember?"

Eddie snapped out of his dream state and looked at his friends with an annoyed expression.

"Just date already, you two, so we can have lunch in peace" Jeff teased you.

"I have to go to class too" you told Eddie so it would be easier for him to leave.

"But I don't wanna" he moaned like a little kid.

"Come on" you laughed. "I'll meet you at your van later and we can go to your place, I can even stay over tonight if you want to" you offered.

"Oh do I want to, princess" He wrapped his hands around your waist and you kissed him again, not as long as the previous kiss so his friends wouldn't tease you anymore.

"I'll see you later then, good luck on your test"

"Good luck kiss?" he asked with a pout and of course you gave it to him, you'll give him all the kisses he wants.

[heinouscolette]

Nice

Stan Marsh x Fem!Reader | Part 3 Part 2

“I’m sorry, girl! I don’t have any spare clothes for you. Unless you want to wear my cheerleading outfit.” Nichole gave you an apologetic smile after she rummaged through her locker to find any piece of clothing for you.

You groaned in response. This day isn’t going so well for you. Many things are happening as if you’re in a movie. A movie that sucks balls.

“Thank you, Nichole.” You ran your hand through your hair, thinking for another solution. “If you change your mind, my offer’s always up. I’m sorry I need to go, they need me at the Board Game Club. Call me if you need anything.” She flew you a kiss and left.

You’re growing desperate to get out of your vomit scented clothes. Thankfully, it didn’t penetrate through your underwear, maybe you still have some luck left. While mindlessly walking through the halls, you found yourself back to the boys. Stan’s nowhere to be found, maybe still changing.

“Dude, only 20 minutes have passed yet you look like sleep deprived.” Kyle spotted you, before you reached their circle. “You think I don’t know that? What am I gonna do?” You whined, shaking Cartman who’s trying to get away from you. “Kyle says you’re looking like a homeless, and get away from me! You stink!”

Kenny on the other hand was lost in thought, not that it was unusual since he doesn’t ramble more often. You just noticed how deeply he’s staring at you. That made you stop bothering Cartman and gave the blondie a questioning look. Kenny became embarrassed at how you noticed him staring, he just shrugged at you.

You know he’s up to something.

“What? Spill it.” You crossed your arms.

“You should wear it.”

“Wear what?”

“Wear that bralette.” Kenny didn’t hesitate.

You just stared at him blankly, then smiled. “Fuck no.”

“Then rot in Stan’s vomit.” Cartman added and you sent him a glare.

You whine once more knowing Cartman has a point. You don’t have any options left since Wendy might’ve united the girls to side with her, Bebe and Red might not help you. Now that bralette which caused this whole mess is your only option. You wished that this is just a dream where nothing happened at all when you wake up.

“Ugh, okay…”

Kenny’s eyes beamed at your response, probably imagining what you’ll look like. You sent him a knowing glare threatening to poke his eyes out.

You just know that it’s humiliating that you’ll end up wearing the bralette you poked fun with Stan. This is not how the prank was supposed to go, it went the other way around.

You skipped a class today, smelling like vomit is a deal breaker for you to attend any class right now. Plus, you didn't have a proper conversation with Stan yet which makes the situation worse.

You went to your locker, retrieved the bralette and you hurriedly went to the bathroom to change in one of the cubicles. Thankfully, no one was at the restroom since everyone was in class. The bralette showed too much skin specially it is shaped like a butterfly. This isn't really your go to outfit which made you cringe a little.

Everyone might think you're showing off, and this is against dress code!

Washing the substance off your clothes made you struggle for a bit since it went all over it. You'll just have to do a good job wringing it dry. You still can't shake off the thought that Stan heard what you said. He might think that you're pining for him and torment you for that. Even so, he's not that bad compared to Cartman in terms of teasing. But still!

You don't really dislike Stan that much, but you're keeping a distance since you knew his history with Wendy. It's hard to come into terms that he may still have lingering feelings for Wendy from what you've heard from Nichole and the guys. Even though you know that he hated the pranks you've been pulling, you still hoped that in this way you get to have a unique connection with him, and well... catch his attention. Yet, you kind of hate yourself for catching his attention the wrong way.

After wringing out your clothes, you looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. You can't keep doing this for long, you cringed at the thought that you've brought this to yourself. Maybe karma is hitting now.

"Hey, (Y/n)! Are you finished yet?! You're the one who has to explain why we're skipping class!" Cartman's banging was heard from the restroom door.

"I get it, fatso! You don't have to scream!"

"Oh, you'll pay for that, bitch!" He screamed once more. You rolled your eyes at this and started fixing your clothes and putting it in a plastic bag. You need to hurry home before this monstrosity smells. While packing, you realized that your sweater was also drenched. You look at yourself on the mirror then back at your sweater as it dawned on you that you'll definitely be getting a violation slip.

"Bro, my feet hurts from standing since Stan chose to be a bitch!" Cartman complained on the other side of the door. "Then sit!" Kyle retorted, "I'm not sitting on the floor, it's dirty! So, you better bend down and-"

"Hey guys..." Your head peeked from the bathroom door. "Can I ask you a favor please?" You plead, making you want the floor to eat you alive.

"What? Just come out." Kenny smirked knowing what you might be showing off. You only glared at him, "Can I please borrow one of you guys' jacket?"

"No, it's cold." Cartman crossed his arms.

"Sorry, (Y/n). It's also cold" Kenny chuckled but you know that he has other reasons why he doesn't want to lend his parka. You only flipped him off.

"(Y/n), why are you talking to us through the door? Can you please come out so we can talk properly?" Kyle genuinely asked, unaware of your state.

Even though embarrassed, you complied to his request. You stepped out while rubbing your other arm. The air is chilly which makes you shudder a bit. Cartman only looked at you in annoyance while Kyle was also embarrassed as he did not expect you to show too much skin.

"That's more like it." Kenny smirked. "Stop!" you groaned pushing his face away from you.

"Where's Stan?"

"Probably still fixing himself, he'll join us soon. Here I'll lend you my jacket for the mean time." Kyle took of his orange jacket off and you wear it, finally feeling comfortable. "Thanks! I owe you one." Kyle is really a life-saver, better than the other two assholes.

"You better use that debt into something useful." Kenny winked which once again earned a groan from you.

"You still have to help us issue an excuse letter from the clinic, you know, for Stan and us." You gave him a nod, Kyle is an academic achiever and you know he can't be ticked absent or it'll affect his grade.

You requested an approval on your excuse letters from the clinic for the class the five of you missed. Thankfully, the nurse fancied Kenny which made the whole deal quicker. Right after, the bell finally rung, a signal for lunch time.

"You guys go ahead, I'll just stuff my clothes in my locker." You left the group as you made your way back to your locker. They wave their goodbyes before going straight to the cafeteria.

After stuffing your locker with a plastic of wet clothes, you closed it and saw Stan walking to your direction. He looked better than before, finally wearing his signature red collared brown jacket. Before you could look away, he spotted you. You only froze at your spot unsure of what to do.

He stopped in front of you, "Why are you wearing, Kyle's jacket?" curiosity filled his eyes, assuming ways of why you're wearing another man's clothing.

"My clothes are wet, they're in my locker. So, I wore these." You explained, your snarky tone gone.

"Take it off."

"What? I-I can't-" Your eyes went wide, confused at his actions. Yet your body is responding to his request.

"Just take it off."

You unbuttoned Kyle's jacket revealing what you were wearing. Stan immediately looked elsewhere just realizing why you were wearing Kyle's. He rubbed his face with his hands and decided to take off his jacket.

Stan tried to not stare at your chest while handing you his jacket. He won't lie, you looked good in it. "Just wear this, fresh off from my locker."

You only stared at him dumbfounded while still doing what he says. "I thought this was soaked from earlier?" You grabbed his jacket while taking off Kyle's

He crossed his arms and leaned on the lockers, "You learn something when you used to be alcoholic." He replied hinting he keeps an extra.

The shuffling of clothes untangled the strap on your neck, which made you groaned. "Can you please help me?" You turned around exposing your back to Stan. This made him swallow as the thought of your skin comes contact with his fingers. "Please? My hands are full." You raised the two jackets placed on your arms.

"O-okay." He reached for the strings and tied it on your nape. He also sneakily checked you out. Not that you would know.

"Thanks!" You smiled and you finally wore his jacket, smelling the faint of his cologne. He really smelled nice and wearing it makes you feel butterflies.

He also smiled at you and took Kyle's jacket from and escorted you to the cafeteria. The moment was rare, as you always pick on Stan and ran away from him. The feeling was surreal like something was going on between the two of you, but little did you know that the feeling was mutual.

As you reached the guys' table, the three of them greeted you as you sat across each other. The boys exchanged knowing looks while you were preparing to sit. You were seated next to Cartman and Stan was sitting next to Kyle. Stan handed Kyle his green jacket. "Did I smell bad?" Kyle asked kind of anxious. "No, you didn't." You gave him a reassuring smile.

"Looks like someone was jealous." Kenny chuckled while sipping on his juice. Kyle only nudged him.

Stan cleared his throat and proceeded to eat his lunch while the guys talk about different things as usual. You remained quiet and answered when asked until you remembered something.

"So... where you sick earlier?"

The guys stopped talking and looked at Stan, waiting for his answer. Stan only hummed and continued eating. This made you confused, then why were they making fun of him if he was sick?

"Then, why did Cartman associated it with being turned on?"

Kenny smirked at this while Kyle only minded his business. Eating. The redhead doesn't want to interfere since his best friend prevented him earlier. The table only went silent which made you feel horrible as it may be something that's personal and private.

"I-I'm sorry, I was just--"

"Jesus Fucking Christ! It's because he likes you, goddamnit!" Cartman screamed, itching to spill the beans. He's annoyed at the romcom happening in front of his food. He attracted the attention of the whole cafeteria which earned chuckles and cheers from everybody.

Your face went red and you feel small from the recognition. You looked at Stan who was surprised at the whole scene. This made you feel uneasy as he might object from Cartman's declaration.

"Is it true?" You asked, heart pounding and ringing was all you could hear as your eyes were fixed on him. You saw him tense at his seat which made your heart drop. Stan saw you frown from his lack of response which made him panic. He only nodded at you, trying to contain the food he just ate.

"Well, I like you too." You smiled at him, yet on the inside, you're panicking and screaming. Finally letting it out of you system and knowing that he likes you too.

Stan was also blushing as he puts his hands to cover his mouth.

"Don't even think about it, Stan. Not in front of my food or I'll end you. And you, (Y/n), we didn't invite you here for some romcom shit." Cartman threatened as he ate his meal.