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ODE TO A CONVERSATION ( stuck in your throat ). everything with seungcheol has always been easy. easier than with anyone else, anyway. ( smut. exes to lovers. 6k words. )

ELECTRIC. your best friend is many things. smart, funny, empathetic, a complete and utter pain in your ass to name but a few. and on the evening of his twenty-eighth birthday, you discover something a little unexpected: jeonghan is very afraid of thunderstorms.  ( smut. fluff + mild angst. friends to something? 6.3k words. )

BURNIN' UP. you really were just trying to enjoy a cool treat by the pool on a hot summer’s day. honest. ( smut. friends who fool around. mean!dom josh. 3.1k words. )

nothing here, yet !

JUST THE TWO OF US? ( prompt drabble. requested. fluff. friends to lovers. 1.1k words. )

BEST BEHAVIOUR. ( prompt drabble. requested. smut. sub!soonyoung. 1.1k words. )

nothing here, yet !

DON'T SWEAT IT. today — the first time in a small forever that he forgot to check the battery on his earphones (and subsequently had them die on him mid-workout) — jihoon is forced to notice you. ( fluff + smut. gym crush. strangers to lovers. 18k words. )

VERSACE ON THE FLOOR. or, the time you and your homebody boyfriend* decide to just… not go to your dinner plans. ( fluff. suggestive. est relationship. 2.4k words. )

LEE JIHOON, YOUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT I.T GUY. (prompt drabble. requested. coworkers to lovers. fluff. 2.3k words.)

nothing here, yet !

nothing here, yet !

UNDER THE COLLAR. your unlucky-in-love best friend goes on a date with someone who, by all accounts, should be his perfect person. so… how exactly do you end up being the one who tucks his sorry, drunk ass into bed? ( fluff. some angst. mildly suggestive. pining. friends to ???. 4.6k words. )

TIL DEATH DO US PART. ( prompt drabble. requested. angst. zombie apocalypse au. TWs : death/blood/body horror. ~900 words. )

[ 22:38 ] ( smut/pwp. 1.5k words. )

NOW YOU SEE ME. you can't say you're surprised that your boyfriend leaps at the thought of throwing some sensory deprivation into the mix of your sex life, but you're maybe a little shocked at just how into it he gets. ( smut. est relationship. blindfolding. 4.5k words. )

NETFLIX AND --? you try everything in your power to try and help your workaholic boyfriend unwind on his night off. you quickly find out that vernon doesn’t know how to just do nothing. ( domestic smut. est relationship. 2.3k words. )

[ 5:55 ] ( smut/pwp. married au. christmas morning. 2k words. )

DO YOU DREAM OF ME? the first time you kiss your soulmate, you’ll open your eyes to a world of colour. the problem? vernon hates the thought that he might pull away from you and still see in monochrome.  or, five times he wanted to plant one on you, and the one time you beat him to it.  ( fluff. mild angst. soulmate au. 5 times fic. f2l. 9.6k words. )

HIGH FIDELITY. | PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 getting back on the horse is hard, and failing to hit it off with the cute gamer guy you went for a drink with last night has the potential to be your love life’s last straw. but when up and coming rockstar VERNON unexpectedly canters into your life, you find yourself asking one very important question: do you have it in you to saddle up, one more time? ( fluff/angst/smut. up and coming rockstar au. miniseries. s2l. est. 38k words. )

DRIVE. or, the night you realise it’s actually very hard to stay mad at the guy who shows up at your house, throwing stones at your window on a Thursday night, to try and fix something that was your mistake in the first place. ( fwb to lovers. angst, smut + fluff. 7.8k words. )

FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE. (prompt drabble. requested. exes to lovers. fluff/smut. 5k words.)

MTL : able to undo your bra with one hand.

[ggukkiedae]

going back

date: mid october 2018

warning/s: talks about yoonmi’s biological parents and them disowning her a few years prior

notes from c: i promise this isn’t hard angst aksjdhfng remember dialogues in italics are spoken in english

word count: 2k

yoonmi is met with an unfortunate ex-family related situation

It wasn’t getting out of hand.

No, there was no way Yoonmi would admit to that. Her members believed in her, so she didn’t want to disappoint them. She promised her teachers that she would stay on top of her work, so she would always give work of the best quality so she could graduate on time next February, and she promised Haechan she’d graduate with him. She committed herself to the different staff and companies she was working with, so she wouldn’t slack off on her responsibilities. People on the internet were coming after her again for suddenly accepting acting gigs, so she was going to prove to them her abilities and talent.

Therefore, she would not admit that she was being overworked.

She’d been eating well enough by her standards, thus deciding to skip out on taking any of her supplements. She always forgot about them anyway. Besides, the members, though more lenient now, still somehow managed her eating and sleeping well enough.

She’d be fine. She just had to focus on the task at hand, which was acting calm in the face of going back to the same place she originally grew up in. 

England. 

Given she was going to London instead of Newcastle, but she knew her biological parents had based their companies in London. They had shown up and made a mess of her life before, which thankfully led to her being accepted into a big loving family with a mom, a dad, another older brother, and two younger siblings. 

However, it took a long time for her to be relatively okay after that. If the whole situation a few months prior said anything, her thoughts and reactions had been completely affected by what her birth givers did to her.

It’s totally normal for her to be scared that they would show up, right? But, if they did show up, she had to keep it together. She shouldn’t show them any weakness.

“Hey,” Jungkook nudged her while pulling her hands from her thighs and placing his hoodie-covered arm under her hands instead. Her nails were digging into her skin, and she didn’t notice. She didn’t even notice Jungkook was awake. “We’re going to have some free time to explore, alright? Let’s get you de-stressed before the concert, then we can have fun with ARMY.”

She pursed her lips, “It’s not that….”

“I know,” he whispered to keep from the others overhearing just in case they were awake, “you’re worried about seeing them, aren’t you?”

“They turned my life to shit multiple times, they can do it again.”

Jungkook’s sigh didn’t escape her ears, especially since he moved to make her head rest on his shoulder. It was only then when she realized she was pressing her fingers quite hard into his sleeve which, despite having a thick cover, probably still hurt at least a little bit.

A quiet apology flew past her lips while she curled her arms into herself. Jungkook took it upon himself to put Iron Man 2 on for them. He plugged their earphones into the dual adaptor and placed one in her ear and the other in her hand. 

“We won’t let them,” Jungkook reassured her. “You’ve got us backing you, your siblings and new family, your friends, and the law.”

“It’s not like I have a restraining order,” she shrugged, “I just got emancipated then adopted.”

“Well, one wrong breath in your direction,” Jungkook began, “and Yoongi hyung, Yoonsung hyung, and Chan are gonna file a restraining order.”

She laughed and let herself relax into her seat. Her trio of overprotective big brothers, as Jungkook not so fondly called them, were a force not to be reckoned with if they were all angry for the same reason, and she took comfort in the fact that they had her back. 

A poke in her dimple brought her out of her thoughts, making her turn to meet eyes with a satisfied Jungkook. She laughed, knowing he took pleasure in making her forget about the people who she thought were her family so long ago. He just turned back to the screen in front of them and hoped for the best.

The concert went by smoothly until they got off the stage and finished taking their pictures for the day. Manager Sejin approached her with a serious look on his face, pulling her and Namjoon to the side.

“You’re not going to like this,” he shows them his phone with her biological mother’s sports training center website on the screen. 

It wasn’t just that. Right on the home screen, almost taking up the full phone screen, it was a picture of Yoonmi on stage just earlier. It was an impressive feat, having someone both take and edit the photo within an hour at maximum (considering it was her in the first set’s outfit), but she couldn’t find it in herself to be impressed.

What was this?

For years, she had just wanted to make her birthgiver and sperm donor proud of her, but they never approved because her methods were “not in line with the family image” or something stupid like that. The very same argument they used as the final deciding factor in disowning her seemed to not matter to them as half of them used her picture—in the profession they disapproved of—for promotional material.

Apparently that wasn’t it because, as soon as Sejin switched tabs, it was her picture on the front page of his motor-sport business’s website.

Yoonmi let out an emotionless laugh, making her leader and manager look at her in worry. “This has to be a joke.”

“Hyung,” Namjoon addressed the manager, “have you reached out to legal? We have to get these pictures down. No way are we associating with those people.”

“They’re working on filing a lawsuit as we speak. It helps that they illegally brought in a proffesional camera not permitted by the company despite the clear guidelines saying not to.”

Namjoon nodded in approval before turning to Yoonmi. She had gone silent, staring off into space as she processed what was happening. He quietly asked manager Sejin to bring the rest of the boys back to the hotel and not tell them about what was going on while he spoke to Yoonmi alone. 

“Hey,” he rested a hand on her head for a bit before letting it slide down until he could gently pat her cheek, “you okay, Yoon-ah? Legal’s working on it, don’t worry.”

“I can’t believe they’re doing this,” she muttered, looking down. “They fought so viciously to get me to quit being an idol, and now they’re using my status as one in order to promote their companies? After they disowned me?”

Namjoon brought her into a hug, rubbing her shoulder. She didn’t return the hug. She didn’t move at all.

“Neither of their companies even relate to my job, they’re being so stupid about this,” her voice was on the verge of breaking, and Namjoon could feel her tears starting to soak into his shirt, “This is so stupid.”

Knowing she defaulted to English when in distress, Namjoon spoke in the foreign tongue as well. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

There was a shake of her head.

“Do you want to be alone?”

A nod.

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

For a moment, Namjoon didn’t get a response, which worried him greatly. He made the slightest move indicating he would step out of the hug, but her hands went up to grip his shirt while she nodded. 

With a sigh of relief, he gently maneuvered her so she was tucked under his arm on his side and led her over to one of the spare green rooms. He looked at one of the staff members standing by the door while he stepped in with her.

“Could you grab us our stuff, please?” 

The staff member nodded her head. “I’ll order you kids some food, too.”

With a nod of thanks, he shut the door behind her then brought Yoonmi over to the couch. He sat against the armrest and the backboard of the couch with his legs up, letting Yoonmi settle in front of him and hide her face in his shirt. All he could do for her while she didn’t talk was be there for her. He was her guardian, her leader, and her brother. He needed to be a pillar she could depend on. 

He couldn’t let her feel the anger rising in him.

Yoonmi’s tears were silent. As much as she wanted to thrash around and throw a tantrum despite being in her late teens already, she didn’t want to give the satisfaction to her biological parents of breaking her to that degree once again.

It had been three years since they cut her off, and not once did they try to contact her. She was happy. There was no feeling of restraint anymore because her big brother and her grandmother still loved her, she had a new family to call her own, the brothers she found in her group mates had a stronger bond than ever and were set to renew their contracts in a few weeks, hell she even made friends and got a boyfriend who genuinely cared for her.

So why?

Why would they come back into her life at this moment? Why would they want to use her like that? Especially how they made it clear that being an idol was not proper? She thought she was finally free from them, but here they were. It felt like they were starting a new vicious cycle of tearing her down right when she was reaching peak happiness.

The vibrations from Namjoon’s phone distracted her from her thoughts. He must have had so many people looking for him given the fact they were headed to Amsterdam soon and he needed to approve a few final details for Waste It On Me, but he stayed there with her, not even looking at his phone. All his attention was on her and just being there for her.

Yoonmi pressed her head closer to his chest, listening to the thumps of his heart. It was steady and constant, something she needed.

“Thank you for staying with me,” she muttered, hands reaching up to wipe the tear stains off her face.

Her sudden words after a little over thirty minutes of silence jolted Namjoon. “Of course. I’m always going to be here for you, okay?”

She sat up, looking at her leader with an expression he could only describe as guilt and hurt mixed together. He fixed himself, swinging his legs over her head with a sound effect from his mouth to try and lighten her mood. A smile broke onto her face, which was a win for him.

“There’s that smile,” he placed his hand on her head, lightly rubbing her hair with her thumb before taking it back. “Do you want to talk about it now?”

“There’s nothing much I can say,” she shrugged. “I’m hurt, they’re being hypocritical, and I don’t want to be associated with them. Is the legal team…?

Namjoon nodded, “They’re handling it as we speak.”

“Good,” she nodded, relaxing a little. “By any chance, can we see if they’re using Yoonsung oppa’s company in any similar way? I mean, his company did blow up last year.”

The leader nodded once again before tapping the side of her leg. “Of course. Anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

“Just be here?”

He smiled and opened his arms for a hug, which she gladly gave, cuddling into her leader. He was never the most affectionate of her members, far from it, but he was probably the most comfortable and reassuring member to hug objectively speaking.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” Namjoon’s rare use of that specific nickname made her smile and sink further into the hug, “You’ve got me and the whole of Bangtan at your side. Those people have no idea what’s coming for them, and you’ll certainly be millions richer when this is all over.”

She actually let out a laugh at that. Namjoon stood up with a smile and held his hand out for her. 

“Let’s go grab our stuff and our food so we can stop the others from worrying.”

The faint sound of Jimin and Taehyung yelling her and Namjoon’s names reached their ears. 

They exchanged a look before Yoonmi spoke. “Too late.”

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[shuawonie]

about you. | valentines day special.

pairing: hong joshua x fem!reader

genre: fluff | angst | friends to lovers!au

song ib: about you — The 1975

wc: 2k

summary: josh is taking care of you as you study hard for your important exams. he can’t let you totally starve and exhaust yourself, so he decides to check up on you often. but he actually prepared some things for you..

a/n: happy (belated) valentines day, everyone ! hope you enjoy this one <3 actually i was finishing it in the middle of the night so im sorry if something’s not clear :(

For the past few days, your routine has been staying almost unchanged. You’ve been studying almost from the first rays of the morning sun till the moment when the moon was already shining on the dark night sky, only with some breaks for making more coffee or for going to the bathroom. Coffee and a pack of some crackers were the only thing that was on your menu, and the amount of sleep you got (or maybe actually you didn’t get) was already starting to really make Joshua really worried about your health. Your eyes started to look dull, losing the spark in it from the exhaustion and the dark circles under your eyes were only growing bigger.

As a good best friend he was, the boy decided to get something to eat for you, that can actually be called food, and help you rest a bit. Of course, he understood that studying for that exam was really important for you, but he knew that if he won’t take care of you then neither will you.

Joshua was currently rushing towards the college library with a small bag in his hand. He was sure that he'd find you there, in the place where you always sit — second floor, the table in the right corner by the window.

And he was right. As soon as he spotted your fragile figure, sitting there while being engrossed in books, his eyes shone and a smile flashed by his lips. Joshua always adored the fact how cute you looked when your hair got messy (even when you hated it, and always sulked when he laughed at it). For him, you look beautiful every time, even when you look like a walking corpse.

You had your earphones plugged in, busy writing something down in your notebook when the boy approached you. Joshua placed the bag on the table which immediately made you look up, confused, what made you meet his beautiful eyes.

“Joshie!” you exclaimed, taking one of your earphones out and stopping the music on your phone, “What are you doing here?”

“I came here to check on you if you’re still alive, and brought something for you to eat.” he pointed with his head at the bag that he left on the table, “I can’t let you starve after all.”

You reached for the bag, and found three triangle kimbaps, two water bottles and a small pack of cookies. The sight of your favorite snacks and something else to drink instead of coffee made your stomach immediately rumble to which Joshua smiled to himself, under his nose.

The triangle kimbap that Joshua brought for you turned out to actually be a gift from heaven as you didn’t realize how hungry you actually were. You decided to offer one of the kimbaps to Josh, but he refused politely, explaining that he already ate lunch with Jeonghan and Seungcheol.

“Ahh! That was the thing I actually needed!” you stated, stretching on your chair, “Thank you so much, Joshie.”

“Not a problem, that’s what I’m here for.” he replied, chuckling a bit, “By the way, how’s your studying progress? Can you already see the finish line?” Joshua asked, sitting on the chair next to you.

“Well.. yeah! Only one chapter has left, but I can go through it. Now that I finally ate something, I can study more effectively.” you winked to Josh while grabbing the earphones back, “You want one?”

He looked at you, and sent you a bright smile, “Of course, why not?” the boy took the right earphone from you, and plugged it into his ear. As soon as he did it, sounds of R&B/indie music reached his ears.

And that’s how you actually started to study one last chapter with your best friend by your side. For the entire time, Josh was looking slightly at your focused face.

You were studying finances, while Joshua was silently studying your face.

After 25 minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore. You started to hit your head against the notebook which made Joshua widen his eyes a little, and let out a small chuckle. When you were about to hit yourself another time, the boy quickly slipped his hand under your head which prevented you from your forehead meeting the desk again.

“What are you doing, huh?” Joshua asked calmly, while looking at you with a bright smile.

“I can’t! I just- I can’t! This chapter actually is total shit, I can’t focus and I don’t understand anything..” you mumbled as you looked up at him with a small pout.

Josh took his hand from the desk, and tilted his head to the side, “Hey.. maybe it’s actually a sign for you to take a small break, hm?” the boy questioned, and you let out a small sigh, “No, Josh. I can’t. I have to finish this..” you replied, leaning your head over one of your arms once again, still looking at the boy.

“But you won’t make any progress if you’ll be stuck on this one chapter. You have to get some rest to let your brain not think about anything for a second, and sleep for a few hours. You know..” suddenly, the boy stopped as his eyes landed on your face, only to notice you being asleep.

Joshua smiled to himself, “See? Small break won’t hurt you..” he whispered, and leaned closer to you to brush the strand of your hair that fell over your face behind your ear. The boy took off his coat, and put it over your body to keep you warm.

But couldn’t resist it, Shua also laid on his arm, and started to silently look at you. He couldn’t disagree that when you were asleep, you looked like a literal angel. Too pure for this cruel world.

“You can’t believe how many times a day I think about you.” he started quietly, “About what you’re doing now.. if you’ve already eaten.. if you’re asleep. My mind is always occupied with thoughts about you.” the boy stated, as he chuckled lightly.

“Since the day I first saw you.. There was something about you, that now I can't remember. But I know that it made me feel some things..” Joshua continued, “And I’m pretty sure that It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender for you not so long after.”

“Oh.. only if you were mine.”

“I did it Joshie, I did it!” you were jumping around the boy with a big grin on your face, and the boy was looking proudly at you. A week had already passed since the incident in the library.

“See? Taking some breaks during studying is useful.” he chuckled at the end, and you pulled him into a tight.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you exclaimed happily, and started to jump once again with the boy still pulled into your hug. “If not you then I probably wouldn’t have passed it.”

Joshua looked down at you, tilting his head a bit, “What are you even talking about? You were the one who did all the work. I was just taking care of you so you wouldn’t pass away on that chair-”

“Exactly! If not you then I’d starve myself to death and exhaust myself till death and many, many more things. How would I pass my exam then?” you asked, “Ah, I swear to god, you’re the best friend ever!”

Yeah. Friend.

“Then maybe to celebrate it, we’ll go and grab some ice cream?” Joshua proposed, and your eyes immediately lightened up at the word ‘ice cream’.

“Yes, ice cream! Let’s go!” you took him by his hand, and pulled him strongly to which he almost lost his balance.

When the two of you finally finished eating your ice cream, visited the bookshop and the arcade, bought a soft plushie, took some photos in a photobooth, and stopped by a restaurant to eat something, it was already dark outside. The moon was shining brightly, leaning its light against your faces.

“Oh shit!” suddenly, you exclaimed as you looked through your phone.

“What happened?” Shua asked, slightly confused by your sudden action.

“My roommate just texted me that she won’t be home tonight. And I forgot to take my pair of keys!” you sulked, hugging the plushie tightly to your body. “Why is life so stupid.”

“I mean.. we can do a sleepover at my place.” Joshua proposed, “No, Josh. I’ve already used too much of your kindness. It would be too much.”

The boy crossed his hands over his chest, “I’m the one to decide how much kindness you’ve already used, and there will never be a time when it’s gonna be ‘too much’ ”

“But can I? Really?” you asked, “Of course you can! We’ve done it many times, and it’s nothing new for us to have a sleepover.” Josh chuckled as the two of you started going in his house’s direction.

And finally, after a 15 minute walk, the two of you arrived at his apartment. Shua took some of the spare sweatpants you keep in his drawer, and gave you his shirt so you could use it as a pair of pajamas. As soon as you brushed your teeth and did your skincare, you laid on the couch, and covered yourself with a blanket.

“What are you doing?” you heard Joshua asking you from behind, “Why are you laying here?”

“To sleep, duh?” you replied to him, but not even 5 seconds have passed and you already were picked up by a pair of strong hands, and carried to the bed in a bridal style by Joshua.

“You need to sleep comfortably. You had an exhausting week, and you need to rest properly. If you feel uncomfortable, I can sleep on the couch-”

“No, sleep here.” the words immediately spilled out of you, “With me.”

If not for the weak light in the bedroom, Joshua would have seen the pink blush that appeared on your cheeks as you realized how brave you were to say those words.

Finally, after some time the boy cleared his throat, and you immediately buried yourself deep into the soft, white duvet, trying to calm down your rapidly beating heart.

Oh come on! You two had sleepovers many times, and the fact that you two slept together never really bothered you.

Then why did it suddenly make you feel that uneasy?

One last glance at the digital clock — it was already past midnight. Joshua turned off the lights, and you could feel how the mattress bent behind you, under the boy’s weight. He shifted closer to you, but was not able to touch you.

“Joshie..?” you uttered lightly, to which the boy hummed in response.

“What do you think about when the thoughts are eating you up?” you questioned, and it took him a while to finally say, “I think about you.”

“Huh?” you turned yourself to meet his angelic face right behind you. The glow of the moon was resting softly over his face, making him look even better.

“When I think about you, something similar to peace and calmness spreads through my entire body.” he answered silently, “You are my peace.”

And that was the last sentence he could say, because you quickly gave into him, breaking the inches between you two in a soft kiss.

Your first kiss.

When you pulled away, you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, “I can’t believe that all of this time I was so blind, looking for somebody perfect for me when I had them right next to me.” you uttered, and Josh sent you a slight smile.

“Now when I recall everything.. I was always thinking about you. Joshie.” you looked deeply into his beautifully shining eyes.

“If you were having fun with the boys, if you were not overworking yourself, and if you were happy from what you were doing.” you stopped for a second only to add, “I was always thinking about you.”

And the silence between the two of you had fallen. But it probably wasn’t meant to be quiet, as you took a deep breath, before saying, “Joshie, can I be your girlfriend?”

Woah.

The boy froze immediately, and blinked his eyes a few times before a warm smile spreaded along his lips, and he collected your lips once again. “Of course you can, angel.” he replied sweetly, “Happy Valentines day, my love.” Joshua brought your lips back together, with his head full off another amount of thoughts that kept running through his head.

And all of them were actually only about you.

© shuawonie | 2023, all rights reserved.

[iwaasfairy]

𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙳𝙰𝚈

some secrets are hard to keep, fighting their way towards the surface with a mind of their own. but some are just badly kept, and atsuko isn't willing to play keeper for much longer a/n. this is purely atsu focused,, your regularly scheduled program will return shortly ♡ thank you ⛩️ nonnie for the ask that inspired this

.wordc. 2k+ tw incest, noncon voyeurism, jealousy, bants about fucking moms, underage drinking

Taishi sighs, taking out one earphone and watching his best friend plop into the uncomfortable seat next to him, his own long legs folded under the table. With a quick glance his way and a raised eyebrow, he nods his nose towards him. “You look stupid, y’know.”

Atsuko barely looks up, as expected, quickly tugging out a pen and some papers as the professor calls for attention. “So do you,” he says back, no real fire behind his tone, “what page did we leave on?”

“634,” he sigh, now taking a better look at the mess of his neck. It’s been like that for weeks, fading bruises being replaced by newer, darker ones, bitemarks, scatches. The works. “I’m serious, dude, what the fuck is with your neck? Looks like you had a run in with a cannibal.” The prof switches slides before the brunet has the time to note it all down, so Taishi slides his notes a bit closer with a sigh. “That girl you’ve been seein’, right?”

“Yeah, something like that,” the other replies after a few seconds of scribbling, taking his warm eyes off the page for a second to look over. “Listen, all of this,” he motions quickly to the mess on his neck, “I asked for it. I like being able to show off, so I’d appreciate it if you could let me get the attention I want on this fine Friday morning without getting on my back about it. It’s fine.”

“Still looks stupid,” Taishi grunts back, letting his lips jerk up just a bit as his best friend grabs his head and pulls him under his arm, disrupting some of the other students around them as they struggle. When he lets him go, they both go back to writing, but the studious atmosphere has been entirely broken and they both know it. “I seriously can’t grasp how an older girl wants someone like you,” he starts again after a few minutes, and this time he seems to get under his skin just a tad, because Atsuko does a double take at his friend, mouth dropped open a sliver.

Of course, before this it had just been a guess, but Taishi has known the guy for long enough to see through all the pretending. He has a type. “Yeah, unlike you I have my charms,” he quickly regains his wit, always does. If there’s two things he’s known his friend to be, it’s social and charming. Painfully the polar opposite of him, but he guesses those attract. Or possibly it’s just that he was a same aged kid living close enough to be friends, and you were more than happy to get a rowdy son a playmate for a few hours a day.

“You best get her something,” Taishi suddenly voices his thoughts again, getting shushed by a girl the row down. So he rolls his eyes and expands in a lower volume. “For Mother’s day. She’s basically raised you on her own, show some respect.”

For the first time today, Atsuko gives him a full stare, slowly biting the inside of his cheek. “Of course. Who do you think I am, a hellspawn?” Pretty much, though he doesn’t say it. All in all, he knows the brunet wouldn’t forget to be grateful to you even if the world was going up in flames, he’s seen plenty of times how tight woven you two are. It’s almost freaky at times, since his friend tends to look at you like you’re always a few feet too far away from him. If he could, he’d cling to you all day long. But it’s become normal place, and it’s kinda sweet to see him that invested.

Still he can’t help but poke the sleeping bear a little, it’s just part of his nature. “If I hadn’t known your mom basically all my life, I’d give her a Mother’s day gift too. Single moms deserve some good, dedicated- y’know—” He doesn’t even get the words out before the brunet grabs his arm, this time less playful and much more meant. “Aw, I’m just joking, Ko,” Taishi quickly brings out, prying his hand off as the other gives him a glare. He wouldn’t actually -probably- but it’s the one thing that never fails to get him to bite. “Just kidding. But it is true that your mom is hot. In a strictly aesthetic kind of way.”

“Well, yeah—”

“Yeah? Dude,” the blonde gives him a look of disbelief when his friend turns a few shades darker on his cheeks, fiddling with his pen.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m just saying she’s a beautiful person. That’s not weird.” And with a little snort, Taishi takes pride in winning that argument. Midway through the lecture he watches Atsuko respond to a text under his table, tilting the screen away from him a bit. But judging by the amount of hearts used, it’s either to you, or to his new girlfriend. Either way, he doesn’t care enough to find out.

+

Walking back towards your home is always a bit weird. He feels like he’s just an intruder. It’s huge, with a beautifully kept lawn and an outdoors volleyball court that is often filled with many ex-athletes. And yet, he’s spent too many summers playing here and swimming in the pool. But he’s never managed to shake that air of tightly woven family that he just doesn’t belong to. Not that it really matters. The brunet quickly swings open the door, kicking off his shoes and putting down the cake they got on their way back.

He doesn’t even wait up to envelop you in a big hug, lifting you off the floor and twirling you around, before pressing a few kisses to your cheeks that you try to duck from. “Atsu,” you giggle, giving the blond a quick glance and a small smile, “calm down.”

“It’s fine,” the young man mumbles back, frowning at your denial of him and leaning down to press a peck to your lips. Taishi looks away as soon as it happens, because this too is something he’s seen for years. And sure, Atsuko is probably too old to do that anymore, but you’re too sweet to tell him off and frankly, he’s not one to pass judgement. “Happy Mother’s day,” the man continues, finally letting go of you and giving you some space. “I brought him with me to say hi too, considering you’re basically a better mom than his real one. And I brought cake!”

You instead walk over, mouth dropping open. “Oh, and you guys got me flowers too!” Your voice excited, eyes basically shining as Taishi hands them over with a little nod. “You didn’t have to!” you say to them both, while Atsuko’s already busy picking some of the decorations from the cake and plopping them into his mouth, before leaning in. “Thank you for taking care of him. I know he’s a handful.” That alone is enough to make his neck feel a bit warm, because what he said before is true.

You really are beautiful, and he almost can’t fault your son for being as protective as he is. He’s sure there’s plenty of men just waiting for the seams to split apart just a little, so that they can slip in. It’s a fight worth the effort. Though he banishes that thought as quickly as it comes, and just waves your compliment off. While you put the colorful flowers in some water and put them onto the table with a beaming smile that lights up the room, Atsuko walks back to him to swing his arm around his best friend’s shoulders.

“Purely aesthetic, right? Keep it that way,” he tightens his arm a bit as he mumbles under his breath, humming at you when you say something about taking a picture. But when his friend lets go there’s a moment their eyes meet, and Taishi instantly feels his stomach drop a bit. Because though he could understand the protectiveness, the glint of red-hot jealousy lingering there is undeniable, his frown a bit too genuine. And when you come back he pulls you under his chin and basically melts himself to your back, pressing a kiss to your temple as you keep chatting, like there’s nothing wrong.

Like you’re used to it.

+

When he finally manages to get out of the house it’s after dinner you roped him into, with his body all warm and fuzzy. Atsuko, though glued to your side still, wasn’t very talkative after that. Taishi’s glad for that though, he’s not sure he could handle much more of the biting, disgusting thoughts playing through his brain each time his friend’s hand would slip a little too low on your back or linger along your thigh. Or when you leaned forward to cut the cake and he took it as an opening to nip at the exposed skin of your side, something you quickly pushed him away for as he giggled.

But no, he’s always been touchy. Always, not overly. It’s always been this way, Taishi repeats, walking down the road with his hands tucked in his pockets. He takes a deep breath, then grabs for his phone to check the time. It’s getting dark, so it must be pretty late. Only, he searches his pockets to no avail. His pants, empty, and his already slim backpack only has some useless school supplies. Fuck. He’s quick to turn on his heel, not bothering to jog the way back just yet. He’s only left for a good ten minutes, you two wouldn’t have gone to bed yet.

The air is crisp and chilly by the time he gets back to the house, and the lights are still bright and pretty, making everything look just off perfect. Appropriate, he snorts. The stones crunch under his shoes as he gets closer and closer, softly knocking his knuckles against the door. There’s no response, of course. But he’s not going to shout either, so he just carefully opens the door and walks inside, taking off his shoes the same way he did a few hours ago. “Atsuko, I forgot my phone. D’you know where I left it?”

There’s a thickness to the emptiness of the room, the one he sat and dined in. The one he watched movies in when you and Tooru were on vacation for the weekend, and the one he and Atsuko stole one of the expensive bottles from and crawled out of the window to sit on the roof. He broke his arm here. He grew up here for the better half of his life. But there’s not a second he’s felt this foreign in his life, listening to the sound of a woman— crying- no, moaning. He mouths your name in question, but it doesn’t come out as sound, and as soon as the noises get closer he instinctively ducks behind the counter to hide there.

Pressed to the wall and head pounding, he listens as two sets of feet walk from the hall and over to the living room, bumping into some furniture. “Ah, ah- baby, hold on,” you moan, sounding fucking perfect. His head is racing almost as fast as his heart now, because if his friend were to find him here— or your boyfriend for that matter. He glances at the door, phone be damned. He could probably make it without attracting attention to himself, but- the moaning grows louder, your sweet voice pitched higher and you whisper praises. “God, ah— thank you.”

Taishi bites his lip, hard, and against better judgement he sneaks just one look from behind the counter to the living room. He can’t see you hidden behind the back of the couch, only your legs as they dangle over the side and your hand as it reaches over it to grab onto the fabric tightly for support. But he can see how your one leg is hoisted over a shoulder and a head of brown hair is between your thighs, on his knees. Kneeling. Possessive. Familiar. He grunts something into your cunt as he pushes another finger in, the lewd squelching going through the entire house.

“You’re mine,” he says in between licks, burying his face back into your taste way too eagerly. “Only fucking mine, mom, say it.” Your voice gets stuck in your throat, your precious sounds growing louder and grating on his brain. But it— that voice, that shape, it’s not him. It can’t fucking be him, his brain screams at him, along with a string of swears that don’t make any more sense. “Say it, or you don’t get to cum,” he grunts, making you curl on the couch as he angles his fingers more, curling them inside and glistening each time he pulls back.

“Agh- Atsu,” you squeak out, using your leg too keep him in place, “I’m all -ah- yours. All yours.” Your breathing heavy, he shifts your hips for better access and licks up to your clit, wrapping his mouth around it and sucking hard. Until your hand comes to grab his hair and he grunts again, smiling into it as you grind your pussy against him. “G-gonna -mhng, gonna cum. Ah, ah, baby, please don’t stop. Feel-s so good.” You shudder with his touches. “Aaah, fuck, fuckfuckfuck.”

It doesn’t take much longer for you to do so, locking your legs and riding it out against his mouth and on his fingers, sniffling and whining when he pulls back to push his boxers down and shuffles between your legs. Unbothered by your juices on his mouth and chin, he throws his head back as he lines himself up.

And he takes a deep breath, chest rising and falling rapidly, before he leans down to pick you up against him. As if there was any doubt. As if he still had a single chance to believe it wasn’t true, he watches you and him kiss, moan into it with your cheeks with spilling tears and your hands wound in his hair.

“Happy Mother’s day,” he watches him mouth, before he pushes into you with a guttural sound that digs through bone and marrow. Until he’s all the way inside, until you’re sobbing and are unable to finish his name, face buried into his neck. “I love you so much. No one loves you as much as I do.”

“I know,” you nod, pressing little kisses to his neck and cheek. “I know. I love you too.”

[diazboys]

i like watching the days go by with you | 2k words | buddie | pre-relationship, domestic fluff | ao3

written for Eddie Diaz Week 2021 | Day 2: “This is nice.” + soft

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A quiet but persistent buzzing noise coming from somewhere behind his head is what startles Eddie awake. He peaks one eye open but his vision is still fuzzy from sleep so he almost knocks over the lamp as he tries to locate his phone. Eventually, he manages to silence the alarm. With a sigh, he falls back onto the pillow, blinking and waiting until he feels awake enough to roll out of bed. The curtains are slightly parted and the already bright L.A. sun is creeping up the floorboards, painting a narrow path across the bed and widening up on the wall behind Eddie. He smiles to himself. 

At the beginning of their group sleepover — or quarantine, if you wish — in Buck’s apartment Eddie made a small comment that getting blinded by the sun first thing in the morning wasn’t really his favourite thing to do. Since then, the curtains were kept shut every morning. Sometimes, when Eddie stirred awake as Buck was getting up, he saw his friend walk towards the window to peek outside. And every single time he parted the curtains just the tiniest bit, mindful of Eddie’s half-serious comment. The thoughtfulness made Eddie’s heart soar. 

This whole living at Buck’s place thing has been… interesting so far. The sleeping arrangements seemed like a challenge at first but they’ve dealt with it pretty quickly. On the first day when they showed up on Buck’s doorstep, he had an argument with Hen about giving her the bed. Unsurprisingly, Buck lost and Hen happily took the couch. Chim, only slightly less happily took the mattress they've placed downstairs. There was a perfectly good mattress waiting for Eddie in the loft as well. 

But the problem was that… he never really used it. That first night they were all tired after their shift, Chim and Hen already snoring quietly downstairs. Eddie moved over to the corner of the room, with every intention of crashing there for the night. But then Buck made a casual comment about the bed being big enough and that they could share if Eddie wanted.

And Eddie wanted. For a lot of reasons. Though the one that sounded the most reasonable at that moment was the fact that the bed was way more comfortable and required much less preparation than the mattress. And Eddie’s brain was too tired to tell him why sharing a bed with Buck was a dumb idea. ‘Having some kind of not-strictly-platonic feelings for Buck’ would definitely make it to the top of the list. But there was no list at the time, so Eddie just snuck under the covers on the left side of the bed that Buck left for him. They were both out within minutes. 

And then Eddie just… didn’t bother with the mattress. Even though — or maybe because — on that first morning he woke up well rested and content, with Buck’s arm thrown loosely across his waist. It was nice. It took all of Eddie’s willpower not to roll over, closer into the warm embrace. Neither he, nor Buck commented on it and they let it be. Eddie was more than sure that Hen and Chim noticed — they noticed everything — but except a curious glance or five every now and then, they didn’t say anything. They kept up the whole thing even when Hen decided to go back home to Karen and the kids. Chim took the couch instead, his mattress had been put away. And Eddie stayed in Buck’s bed.

So here Eddie is now, sprawled on said bed with a stupid smile on his face, staring at the curtains like it’s the best thing ever. It certainly is great and lets him wake up without feeling like someone’s flashing a torch into his eyes. But it’s not directly responsible for the stupid smile, he must admit. 

It takes him another minute before he finally wills his body to move. The right side of the bed is already vacant when he rolls over onto his stomach. He sends a glance downstairs. Buck is bustling around the kitchen, earphones in so he won’t disturb anyone. Eddie is pretty sure that he’s listening to this science slash comedy podcast he’s been obsessed with lately. He can’t really remember the name but he’s pretty sure there was a “fish” in it.

With one more content sigh, Eddie rolls out of bed and makes his way downstairs barefoot. As he walks closer, his brain recognises the scents coming from the kitchen. Coffee and something delicious that smells of tomatoes and fresh basil. His smile grows even bigger. He’s spent enough mornings here to hope that there’s a cup of freshly brewed coffee waiting for him as well.

Before Eddie can make a beeline for the coffee machine and check, Buck turns to take something from the kitchen island. His eyes skip to Eddie and his whole face lights up in a smile. Eddie’s breath hitches but he reciprocates the gesture. How can he not when Buck is looking like that, all happiness and soft curls? Eddie’s right hand twitches by his side. There’s a sudden need in him to run his fingers through Buck’s hair, to see if it’s as soft as it looks like. To stop himself from doing something stupid, Eddie grabs the barstool and sits down. He stuffs his hands under his tights, for good measure.

“Morning,” Buck greets, taking his earphones out and putting them in his pocket.

Before Eddie can say anything, a cup of coffee is placed right in front of him. He inhales the scent and lets out a happy little hum that makes Buck laugh.

“Hildy sends her regards,” Buck jokes, laughing even harder at the unimpressed look on Eddie’s face. 

Really, it’s about time Buck let that go. It wasn’t Eddie’s fault that he had been startled, hearing a strange voice saying “Hello, Eddie” as he walked into the kitchen that first morning. And he already apologised for the mug he dropped. To Buck’s credit, he did disable the voice greetings after that. Now the cursed machine was just… quietly lurking from its place on the counter.

“Thanks, Buck,” he says sincerely after all, deciding to ignore the comment. 

Buck only shrugs with a smile and turns back to whatever is sizzling on the pan. Eddie wraps his hands around the mug and takes a sip. Another content hum escapes his lips before he can stop it.

“This is nice,” Eddie says.

He’s not even sure what exactly he’s referring to. The coffee, the slow and calm atmosphere of the morning, the sight of Buck in a soft hoodie, pushing an omelette towards Eddie? The domesticity of it all that makes Eddie’s heart ache? It’s all of it and probably more. If only Christopher was around to join them in the kitchen right now, to ask for pancakes for breakfast and complain about his online classes or tell them about the dream he’s had. Then, Eddie would be completely and thoroughly happy. 

And this is a thought that both excites and terrifies him at the same time.

But it’s a bit less scary when Buck is standing right in front of him, his big arms resting against the counter as he leans forward. He’s looking at Eddie with those soft eyes and a beautiful smile on his lips. The only thing Eddie can do is to stare back and hope that his face is better at controlling his emotions than his heart is.

It would be so easy to just lean forward a little and—

“God, you two make me miss Maddie even more,” Chimney says from somewhere behind Eddie’s back.

His sudden appearance startles Eddie enough that he pushes a fork off the counter. It falls to the floor with a loud clatter and he quickly ducks to retrieve it.

“I’ll start giving you plastic utensils at some point, I swear,” Buck says, shaking his head at Eddie. His eyes are laughing, though, so Eddie knows he’s not being serious.

“Oh fuck off, I apologised for that mug already. And it was just a fork this time, don’t be dramatic,” Eddie rolls his eyes at him but he’s smiling as well. Then he turns and adds, “Morning, Chim.” 

Chimney is freshly showered and pours himself a cup of coffee. He’s also watching them with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile on his face. Eddie tries his best to ignore that, just like he ignored Chim’s comment. 

“Um, so,” Eddie starts, wanting to steer the conversation onto a different track. “What facts did they have today?” he asks, pointing his chin at Buck’s phone laying on the counter. Just like he expected, there’s a paused episode of that No Such Thing as a Fish podcast.

“Oh, did you know that there is a type of pasta that only 3 women in the world can make?” Buck’s eyes light up in excitement. “It’s some fancy one they make in Sardinia and it’s called threads of God. The recipe has been passed from mother to daughter for ages.”

“What if they run out of daughters and have a son?” Eddie asks.

“It’s fine, cause the recipe isn’t even secret or anything,” Buck says, pointing the spatula at him. “It’s just a pain in the ass to make. They’ve been trying to teach people how to do it but it’s just hard enough that most of them just give up.”

Chimney chuckles at that around a mouthful of omelette. "You should totally try. I wouldn't be surprised if you'd manage to do it, out of sheer stubbornness."

And Buck — both because he's interested and because he rarely steps down from a challenge — reaches for his phone and starts googling for the recipe and reads out whatever he finds.

It sounds really interesting. And not only because Eddie has a soft spot for Buck and the little tidbits of information he gathers and then excitedly shares with everyone who wants to listen. Eddie always does. Some people just shrug or roll their eyes at Buck, but Eddie really admires his interest, the childlike curiosity about the world that Buck has. There are so many things Eddie admires about him.

All things considered, Eddie shouldn’t be surprised that somewhere along the way he has fallen in love with his best friend.

It catches him a bit off guard, being able to put a name to the feeling that has been blooming in his heart for so long. But it doesn’t make him panic, at least no more than having feelings for his best friend already did. It’s more of a relief, really. It all makes sense now. 

Eddie doesn’t even realise that he’s been smiling and staring at the half-eaten omelette in front of him until his phone buzzes with a new text message. It shakes him out of his thoughts and he opens it to find a photo from Christopher.

"Everything okay, Eddie?" he hears Buck ask.

Raising his head, Eddie is met with a slightly worried gaze. He smiles, showing Buck the text he's just gotten.

"Yeah, Christopher's just complaining about his history assignment," he explains.

Buck chuckles at the photo of Chris' pouting face as he holds a history textbook and 'There's too many dates!' with a row of angry emojis written underneath. "We should FaceTime him later. I miss that little rascal."

Eddie doesn't point out that they've done that barely two days ago. Instead, his smile grows bigger as he agrees. He knows for a fact that Chris misses his Buck just as much and that the two of them have been texting a lot.

For some reason, Chimney sighs, rolls his eyes as Eddie glances at him, and leaves the kitchen with his coffee cup still in hand. Eddie's not sure what that was about. He doesn't have time to dwell on it though, because Buck drops on the barstool next to him with his own breakfast, their knees knocking together as he makes himself comfortable. Sipping the last of his coffee, Eddie bites the inside of his cheek to stop a smile.

He really could get used to spending all of his mornings like this.

[koko-bopp]

Dry Cleaners

seo youngho x male!reader

word count – 2K

genre – MATURE, fluff

warning(s) – highschool!au, foreplay + IMPLIED sex, mentions of blindfolding, semi-public sex

synopsis – Johnny is notoriously known as a reckless bastard around these parts, but you'd taken the time to know him, he's a little more sweeter and a little more caring than he'd like to let off,,, but just as freaky as you'd suspected.

"I was wondering when you'd come crawling back to me," Johnny smirked. He was sitting down on one of the seats inside the establishment, practically slouching with one leg somewhat bent while the other was stretched as far as it could go. He was playing with the lighter in his hand, not lighting it aflame, but just open and closing the cap.

You knew you'd find Johnny here, Jaehyun told you that if he's not at the bowling centre, he's probably at his uncle's dry cleaners'.

Johnny is known to be pretty persistent and playful. He wasn't someone your parents would approve for you to date. The boy was barely at school, and if he was, it was for a reason. He practically lives in the detention room, he just acts like the world is his playground.

It's his carefree behaviour that makes him so attractive.

He knows a good time, he took you on a date to the library; the place you told your parents you would be.

Johnny bought snacks, drinks and ramen noodles and pushed a table all the way to the back of the place so the two of you wouldn't be bothered. He showed you a fun time, you two moved books into their incorrect order, threw paper balls at people who'd fallen asleep on desks, shared earphones listening to cute love songs, then messed with the librarian to the point Johnny got kicked out. He was left waiting outside for you to collect whatever was left behind.

Night had only fallen when you two left the library, so he took you to his.

You were nervously holding the shirt you had left with from his place. He'd asked you to wear it, the grey t-shirt he'd asked you to wear because he thought you looked so perfect getting fucked slow and dirty in his clothes.

You weren't regretting the night, but you would hide behind your hands everytime your friends would be jerks and whistle whenever Johnny walked past you guys at school.

"I... I just came to return the shirt.." You said, a safe distance away from the raven, reaching your hand forward so he would get the piece of clothing.

Johnny rolled his eyes, taking the shirt and throwing it on the seat next to him before using his other hand to carefully pull you towards him from your wrist, making sure you were standing between his legs, but sitting on his right thigh.

Your face felt hot, and your hands went to his shoulders out of reflex, you managed to stutter out, "J-Johnny? What–?"

"I missed you," Johnny interupted, giving you a pout and looking up at you. His arms wrapped themselves around your waist as he spoke, "Are you here just to give my shirt back? The one I fucked you in my room with?"

"Johnny!" You cried, hitting him on his shoulder to stop him from talking, tried to at least.

"What?" He chuckled like he hadn't done anything wrong, "You're always cute when you're all embarrassed and shit."

You bit down on your bottom lip. You kinda came to see Johnny with your own free will, told your parents that you were gonna go study at Lucas's place, even asked him to cover for you, because you actually wanted to see Johnny. He gave you the most thrill you'd gotten in a lifetime.

Your eyes drifted around the place, it was pretty isolated anyway, only the old, the desperate or filthy teenagers would drop by anywhere near these parts. There were only two cars parked outside too; one yours, one belonging to the guy who went into the pizza shop next door.

You turned back to Johnny after confirming that there wasn't anyone to disturb. Gently, you moved your hands from his shoulders then up to cup the sides of his jaw, your face already pretty close to him as it was.

"What'd you trying to do?" Johnny asked, an impressed smirk on his face.

"Kiss you... Perhaps? If you'll let me.." You responded, too softly for your own liking.

Johnny's eyes went from your eyes to your lips, licking his own as you could almost hear his heart beat just that little bit slower than your heart's rapid pacing. You're not generally someone who takes risks, being afraid to suffer the consequences, but Johnny seemed to be slowly but swiftly taking you out of your comfort zone.

He reached up to kiss you, immediately making your eyes flutter shut as he pressed his lips against yours, his hands gripping your waist that little bit tighter.

Your hands traveled north to his hair, taking the black locks through your fingers to remember the texture from few days ago. It was less greasy, there was no feeling of hair spray, more the natural feeling. You liked it, it was easier run your fingers though them.

Johnny was slowly wandering under your shirt, the sweater you were wearing lifted up enough for the cold air to touch your skin but feel the warmth of his fingers were on your waist.

It made you gasp, accidently making you pull away from the kiss to look at Johnny, swallowing your confidence in small ounces, "Johnny, are you nuts, this is still a public–"

"–Finish what you started, baby,"

"Johnny."

He rolled his eyes, but leaned up to kiss your lips again, clashing his lips back against them, whispering as best he can through locked-lips, "Office. At the back."

You pulled away, getting off his lap and dragging him with you towards the back of the dry cleaners. You pushed the door open, almost tripping backwards from how eager Johnny was behaving.

He was becoming more enthusiastic, closing the door behind him before bringing you to lie on the couch inside the office. Your back on the seats and Johnny now on top of you. His lips hadn't yet let go of yours, but his hands made their way to your stomach, teasingly pushing up the sweater to reveal the skin he hadn't littered with hickeys the other day.

"Johnny," you whined, your hips rolling up as you accidentally moaned through the kiss.

He chuckled lightly, pulling away to look at you, "Shit, you're so beautiful."

Your face felt hot, you liked the praise, but it made you all mushy and flustered.

Johnny watched your hands fly to your face, chuckling then his lips forming into a smirk.

He lifted your sweater further up, then leaned down and begun pressing soft kisses heading north. He felt your stomach tense underneath him and the soft moans leaving your mouth only prompted him to keep going.

Your hands moved from covering your face to rummage through his hair, gripping onto the stands as his lips travelled to your chest.

"Ah! Johnny–" You moaned. He bit down onto your nipple harshly, his teeth now put into the mix when he stopped to play at your chest.

He scraped the skin, left it with kisses in attempt to sooth it, all the while your have soft moans and small whimpers leaving your lips at the actions.

He pushed you back down when your hips raised subconsciously. His hands still gripping at your waist, squeezing the sides to get the reaction but suppress it as soon as it happened. A small chuckle left him, he looked up at you from where his lip were last, giving you a smirk, "You're so shy. I've already seen all of you; bare, moaning, panting; baby, I've seen you hard in my clothes," You struggled to lock eyes with him, he was practically right, and even he knew it. He hovered over you, gripping your jaw carefully so you can look at him properly, "..Maybe I should blindfold you next time."

Your hips accidently bucked forwards at the idea, your exposed lower-torso touching his clothed one. It made Johnny laugh, removing his hand from your jaw, he moved it to the button of your jeans.

"Next time. Just be a good boy for me, now."

[maybankiara]

PHONE SWAP (DREW STARKEY)

01: NICE TO MEET YOU

summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead.

w/c: 2k

a/n: it’s finally here! the first chapter! this one is written as real life and introduces us to our three main characters. let me know what you think! also, this is in no way affiliated with either drew or creators of obx. if you want to be on the taglist, either shoot me a message/ask, or fill out the tag list form!

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Addie thinks she must be wrong. Of all places, he can’t be here.

  It all begins with Addie’s roommate waking up to no bread, no milk, no cereal, and an abundance of an alcohol-induced mess. It was the brunette’s rare night off to party, so Marianne woke up to quite literally nothing. Now, it’s almost noon, and Addie’s got a nasty headache right behind her eyebrows, an odd taste in her mouth, and a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. 

  ‘Food,’ demands Marianne. ‘I’m starving.’

  Addie pokes her head out of the bathroom, holding up two fingers. Marianne just rolls her eyes and drapes herself over the couch with a groan that Addie drowns out with her toothbrush. 

  She splashes some cold water onto her face, rubbing some moisturiser into it afterwards. Doesn’t do much – her eyes are still bloodshot, under-eye circles dark, skin dry and lips chapped even with lip balm on it. Addie just sighs. This’ll require sunglasses which, in turn, will require contact lenses. 

  ‘Two more minutes!’

  Another groan from Marianne. ‘Merde, Addie!’

  First contact in. She blinks it into place, ignoring its dryness. ‘I’ll be back before you know it.’ Second in. ‘And I’ll bring you some chocolate.’

  ‘Aw. You will?’

  ‘Yes. For emotional disturbances.’

  Marianne beams at her from the couch. Noon sun shines on her through the window as she basks in the light, looking all fresh and ready to take on the day. 

  Addie envies her. Not like she’d ever admit it, though. 

  ‘You’re a godsend,’ Marianne tells her. ‘When you’re not the devil’s menace, obviously. Today shall be your lucky day.’

  ‘Shall it?’ Addie quirks an eyebrow at her, grabbing a purse from the drawer in the hallway with a smile dancing in the corner of her lips. 

  The blonde-haired girl hmms, her eyes closed and arms raised up in the air. In the tiniest voice, she says: ‘I am throwing my blessings at you now.’ She outstretches her hands in what looks to Addie like a kung-fu move, fully accompanied by a half-breathed half-voiced ‘HA!’

  ‘You done?’

  Marianne grins. ‘Yes. Now please go get me some food.’

  ‘Tea for when I’m back?’

  ‘Yes, ma’am. The finest the British Isles have to offer.’

  ‘You’re not even British.’

  ‘Half,’ says Marianne. ‘Half is enough.’

  ‘Yeah, but the other half is French.’

  Marianne just rolls her eyes, and Addie revels in the fact that there'll be a hot cup of tea waiting for her when she comes back with the groceries. Equipped with her iPhone and earphones, a foldable IKEA bag, some money, and sunglasses big enough to cover her hungover mess of a face, Addie leaves the small apartment. 

  Summer in Atlanta is something Addie hasn’t experienced before. People get a lot more vibrant, there’s more joggers than usual, and people with dogs and kids venture out of their homes more often. There’s also the filming aspect, increased during summer, which generally means that there’ll be at least one street blocked for public per day – an inconvenience that made her be late for class more than once. 

  To Addie, it’s starting to feel like home. Warm and filled with a light breeze, the place lively and bright. 

  Or, possibly, it’s just that she starts to listen to music that makes her feel that way. 

  The local Tesco of Rockdale county is on the main road, and it takes Addie five songs to get there. It’s busy as always, and Addie gets herself a plastic basket at the entrance, pulling up the grocery list on the notes app. It’s mostly food – they ran out of almost everything the day before, and drunk Addie finished whatever little was left, so this is going to be half a week's worth of shopping. 

  Addie rummages through the isles with ease, almost on autopilot. Memories from last night resurface, blurry and hazed, and she rubs her temples with the heels of her hands. 

  last night was something else, she thinks. The music in her ears is loud and she glances up as she’s about to turn the corner, basket full of veggies so far, and she makes eye contact with a person that looks vaguely familiar. 

  She looks away. 

  Then she looks back at them, an almost unnoticeable frown on her face. He’s tall, with dark blonde hair underneath a baseball cap, and it’s not until he leans forward to grab something off the canned goods section that she realises who it is. 

  holy fucking moly it’s drew fucking starkey

  Addie freezes in place as her brain computes the visual in front of her and attaches it to the memory of his face, on her projector screen, in her and Marianne’s living room. 

  It doesn’t seem right to see him here, shopping at Tesco, looking so different from the person she’s used to seeing that she almost didn’t recognise him. However, it’s still him, so Addie gathers all her courage and walks into the isle across from hers, until she’s right next to him.   

  ‘Hi,’ she says. ‘Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, but – you’re Drew Starkey, right?’

  Her voice is hushed, and it’s on purpose – she’s fairly certain neither of them would like a bunch of people to come over here. Addie doesn’t know how big the fanbase is, but if she managed to recognise him (almost) off the bat, it’s highly likely there'd be at least a few more people knowing him. It might be just a few months since the show’s release, but it’s gathered quite a bit of attention. 

  The moment seems to unfreeze, and the guy in front of her nods, almost reluctantly. ‘Yeah, that’s me.’

  ‘Oh, cool. I really liked what you did with Rafe. I don’t know anything about acting and all that, but you gave me chills in the scenes where Rafe is losing his mind, and I can’t even hate him because of how sorry I feel for him.’

  Drew watches her with a bland, cautious expression on his face for a second, until he breaks out into one of the biggest smiles she's ever seen. It’s a nice smile – he looks like the boy next door, or the one guy who would be popular in high school (probably a quarterback), or someone she could just trust. 

  Damn.

  ‘Thanks,’ he says, finally. His shoulders don’t seem as tense anymore despite still being about a good half-foot taller than Addie, the difference doesn’t seem as drastic anymore. ‘I’m glad you liked it. You are supposed to hate him, though.’

  Addie scoffs, shaking her head, even though there’s still a smile on her lips. ‘Come on. His freaking dad hates him, his friends are all sixteen or whatever. No wonder he’s so messed up.’

  ‘But he is messed up.’

  ‘Oh yeah, he should rot in jail, totally.’ Addie makes a vague waving motion with her hand. ‘That’s my point, anyway. I hate him but I feel bad for him and I don't think I would’ve if you weren’t so good at what you do.’

  Drew’s smile just grows and he laughs, a little. It’s a fleeting moment, but Addie likes it. Quite a bit, actually. Shame he doesn’t get to do that often as Rafe. 

  ‘Thank you so much, honestly. I thought people would hate me because of Rafe.’

  ‘Are you kidding? Are people actually like that?’

  He makes a vague gesture with his hand (a lot like the one she did earlier) and sighs. ‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.’

  ‘Damn.’ Addie shakes her head. ‘Well, um, I should probably get going. It was nice meeting you.’

  ‘We didn’t actually meet,’ he says, with a face that is waiting for her to clock it, except she doesn’t. ‘You haven’t told me your name.’

  ‘Oh! Oh my god, yeah, sorry – It’s Addison. Addie, for short.’

  Drew extends his hand; it’s warm when she takes it, and his grip is as firm as hers. ‘Nice to meet you, Addie.’

  ‘You too, Drew.’

  It’s the moment that their hands fall to each their own side that Addie notices the beginning of awkwardness in the situation. She smiles at him and tells him goodbye, ready to let him go, until she starts thinking about how Marianne is going to flip her shit and won’t even believe her and then—

  ‘Drew! Hi. Sorry again.’ 

  Addie’s got a hand on his shoulder and taps it twice, just enough for him to turn around with the same kind smile. She’s got half a second to wonder if it’s because he knows she’s not some wild fan, or because he’s just like that. 

  ‘It’s okay, don’t worry.’

  She gives him the best apologetic face she can muster. ‘Can we take a photo? My roommate isn’t going to believe me otherwise.’

  Drew laughs, and something falls off of Addie’s chest. He agrees to it, she takes the selfie—cursing the way she’s going to look on it considering she had to put her sunglasses on top of her hair when she entered the store—and his arm’s curved around her shoulder, pulling her close.

  ‘Thank you!’

  ‘It’s really no problem.’ They look at the photo—it’s as good as they get—and Drew lets out a breathy laugh. ‘Shit, we got the same phone.’

  ‘Seriously?’

  ‘Yeah, look.’

  He fishes his phone out of his jacket and, true to his word, they look exactly alike. It’s just a plain black iPhone, but neither of them has a case or anything attached to it, and the two of them laugh. Drew even takes them both and compares them to one another, showing that the only actual difference are the lock screens. Marianne and Addie for hers, and Chase making a grimace for Drew. Someone walks behind them, eyeing them uncomfortably, and Addie sees Drew tug his hat lower. 

  She really hopes she didn’t disturb him by all this. If he’s to be believed then she didn’t, but she can never know. 

  ‘Okay,’ she says, ‘I’ll actually get going now.’

  Drew nods. He recovers in a flash and there’s not a trace of discomfort on his face. ‘Nice meeting you again.’

  Addie just laughs, takes the phone he’s handing her, tells him bye, and walks away. 

  Without turning back, this time. 

  The rest of her shopping goes smoothly. She wants to message Marianne, but she’s also kind of freaking out, or her hangover is acting up, because she’s feeling nauseous and excited and her heart is definitely about to destroy her ribcage. What she does is just keep going on with her shopping as usual, and focus on the things she actually needs. 

  But when she reaches into her pocket to look at the shopping list, it’s Chase’s face that stares back at her, and her heart doesn’t leap out of her chest – it sinks all the way into the hangover-shaped hole in her stomach, and a wave of anxiety rushes through her. 

  Addie looks for Drew all around the store for a solid ten minutes, but she can’t find him. She asks the workers, all of them, and she’s almost ready to give up, when one of them tells her they’ve seen him walk out of the store, shopping bags in tow. 

  She leaves her things in the store, sets the basket aside, and runs through the checkout and onto the parking lot. She calls his name, over and over again, but he’s not here anymore. 

  He left. With her phone. 

  So Addie does the only thing that will soothe her anxiety to a moderate level – go back inside, take her basket, and continue what she came here for. She’ll only be able to deal with the phone situation when either Drew comes back for it (possibly?), or when she texts the number from Marianne’s phone. 

  Drew doesn’t come back, so Addie comes home with an insane story, a phone to find, and no chocolate for Marianne.

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Ateez saying something hurtful to their s/o (1/2)

❦ Genre: Angst.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: Around 2k.

❦ Masterlist.

Part 2

HONGJOONG

Hongjoong had many things to do this week. He was extremely stressed because he cannot compose a good song. For you, of course, all these songs were very good. You always told him that he’s doing well. But maybe a bit too much this time.

You didn’t saw your boyfriend for a whole week. He was busy, composing songs for the new album. Always trying so hard to do his best and impress Eden sunbaenim. As a good girlfriend, you didn’t bother him. Only sent few texts when you went to sleep or woke up. But it was Friday and you really wanted to see your boyfriend. So, after work, you went to KQ Entertainment.

In the hall there was Ateez members except your boyfriend.

“Oh Y/N!” Said Yunho when he saw you at the entrance. “Hi guys! What are you doing?” You asked when you saw them wearing their coat. “We want to try the new restaurant!” Shouted San. “Do you want to come?” You accepted. You were always having a good time with Ateez. “Where is Hongjoong?” You asked, still no sign of your boyfriend. “He’s in the studio. He won’t come with us. Too much work.” Said Seonghwa. You sighed. When this boy will take some time for him? “I’ll go talk to him; we will join you at the restaurant guys!” San & Wooyoung shouted a big “YES”. You smiled, happy to see them. It’s like a big family. “I’ll text you the address Y/N.” Said Yeosang. You thanked him & went to Hongjoong’s studio.

You knocked once. No answer. Maybe the music was too loud. You tried again. Still nothing. You opened the door slowly and saw your boyfriend with his earphones, mumming the lyrics. “Hongjoong.” You called him. He turned back to your figure in the doorframe. Dark bags under his eyes. You sighed. How many hours he slept? “Oh, hi Y/N.” He barely looks at you, focusing again on his computer screen. “The guys and I are going to the new restaurant… you need-…” “Okay have fun there.” “You need to come too. You are working too much.” “I don’t have time for fun, Y/N. I told you I would be busy the whole week.” Hongjoong turned back to you, giving you an annoying stare. “You can just take 2 hours of break; it won’t kill anyone.” As you walked toward him. “I really need to finish these songs. The album will be out the next month, everything needs to be ready.” You sighed, for the second times since you entered the studio. “Hongjoong let’s go eat. It will give you energy at least.” You slowly removed one of his earphones from his ear. “Y/N!” He shouted. “Why do you always need to be behind my back? I’m a grown man! So, go anywhere I’m not for once!” He said harshly. You stepped back, scared. You never saw this look in his eyes. Your eyes became watering, but you refused to cry for this and in front of him. He realized what he said. His mouth was trembling because of the confusion. He stood out from his chair and walked toward you. You blocked him with your hand, adding “Okay I won’t be behind your back again. Have fun composing.” You threw yourself out of this studio. Almost running at KQ’s hall. When your phone started to ring in your pocket. It was a message of Yeosang. “The restaurant is at 32nd Incheon Street!” Wiping a tear of your cheek, you replied “Thank you, but I won’t come. Have a nice meal.” You turned off your phone & walked to your house.

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa was always stressed when Ateez was in a comeback schedule. All the team was stressed but nobody knows why Seonghwa was having such a hard time.

Ateez are preparing for their new full album. It took them a whole month to get all their choreographies perfectly. They were all doing good, as always. Seonghwa, your boyfriend, included. But he was so stressed, he thought he couldn’t do well. The guys and you encouraged him, telling that he was doing a good work, but nothing could change his mind. So, you decided to cheer him and the rest of the members as well. After work, you bought their favorite meals and rushed to KQ building. You were so happy to make this dinner surprise for them. You never saw someone being so happy to eat like Ateez. The sound of the music in the corridor made you leave your thoughts. Wonderland was playing. You’ve listened to it 2 times, but you knew Atinys would love it! You took a look by the little window of the door. Seonghwa was practicing the chorus of Wonderland. Mingi and Yunho were stretching happily as always. Hongjoong was talking to Yeosang and Jongho on the couch. While San and Wooyoung were laying on the floor, visibly exhausted. San saw your face by the window and yelled “Y/N!”. Everyone, except Seonghwa, were looking at you. “I have a surprise for you guys!” said when you entered the room. You show them your hands full of bags. They yelled from happiness and ran to the table like little kids. “Chicken!” Said Yeosang when he saw his favorite brand. “Yes! You need to take a break guys! You are working too much.” While the members were busy picking their food in joy, you noticed that the eldest boy was still practicing his moves. “Seonghwa… Baby. Come eat too. I bought your fav-…” Your boyfriend cut you off straight, “I’m not hungry.” Everyone was looking at him. It wasn’t his habits to talk so coldly and not at you. “You should take some piece of chicken at least.” Not giving up. Yeosang coughed a bit. You knew how precious chicken for him is. “It will give you…” you continued. “Are you deaf Y/N? Or you don’t understand on purpose? Are you stupid?” Since you entered the room it was the first time, he faced you. You kind of wish that he didn’t. Hongjoong tried to say something but Seonghwa added, “We have a comeback in 2 days! Can you stop bothering us with your dishes and let us practice in peace?” He shouted at you. You looked at him sad, angry and confused. But he clearly said his thoughts. You bowed to the guys and exited the room. Hearing Mingi yelling “Yah! Hyung!”.

YUNHO

Sometimes Yunho asked about opinions. Maybe too much because you are used to say him all you think. Bad or good choice. This time he couldn’t handle it.

You are dating Yunho in secret for a year now. Only Ateez members and the staff know about your relationship. It’s too early to reveal it to the world. Yunho’s career could be in danger. Even if it was risky for him, your boyfriend always wanted to hang out with you. At restaurant, at cinema, at park, at mall, … Of course, you don’t mind all these dates. It was exceptional when you know how busy idols are. This time you were near the Han River with Yunho, walking at night. Hands in hands. He has free time and asked you on a date. You were talking about everything. Sometimes, he would push you near the water make you feel like you’re going to fall inside. “Suck a dork”, you thought. You two decided to lay on the grass for few minutes. When you started to talk. “Baby… I think we need to be more cautious.” You played with his long fingers intertwined with yours. “What do you mean Y/N?” You took a light breath, “Ateez are more and more famous. Atinys would definitively recognize you, now.” Your hands started to shake just thinking about him, being bashed in every social media. For sure, the majority of Atiny would be happy for him, but the other part would be another story. Yunho sighed, like always, when you talk about this subject. “I’ve told you that everything will be okay Y/N.” You bite your lips, he was pissed, “But we almost got caught yesterday and we were just walking in the street where no one go.” You added. You felt your boyfriend tense as he detached his hand from yours. “What are you doing? We were having a good time! Are you trying to break up with me?” he stood up from the grass. “Of course, not! I’m just scared. There’s many things we cannot do any more like-…” He cut you harshly, “Like what Y/N?” gripping his head angrily. “I know what I can do and what I cannot do! Stop babying me! You are being annoying!” He turned out and went to the way of Ateez dorm. While you were crying quietly. Everything you wanted was only safety and love. Why he couldn’t understand that.

YEOSANG

Yeosang was really shy when he debuted as an Ateez member. He has less confidence than the other boys. But when you started to date, you gave him more chance to express himself, getting confidence and he was on the good way to be a crackhead. But sometimes, he’s serious and the non-confident him was coming back.

It was a Friday night, as always you were walking to KQ for have some time with Ateez and of course your boyfriend Yeosang. You thought that you will find the boys on the couch taking a break. But when you entered, you saw the manager, hands on hips. The boys were looking at their foot, sad or disappointed. “I hope that you understand what I say, because I will say it only once.” What the heck happened? It’s the first time you saw the manager this mad. “Yes manager-nim.” Said Hongjoong as the leader. The staff left the room, as you bowed to them. Just after they left, San angrily threw his cap on the floor, swearing. Wooyoung went to him, calming his friend. Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jongho talked about the situation. You walk toward the rest of them, where your boyfriend was. Obviously pissed too. “Hi boys. What’s happening here?” You kissed Yeosang cheek as he hugged you back. “Our performance at MCountdown was terrible.” Started Yunho. “We couldn’t hear well the music even with our earbuds.” Finish Mingi, hands on his face, sitting on the couch. “I’m sure guys that you did your best.” You tried to comfort Mingi, rubbing his back softly. “It wasn’t enough. The manager is really mad at us.” Said Yeosang. “But it’s not your fault. They should manage well when idols are performing.” You smiled. “I’m sure you didn’t heard well cause of Atiny fanchants! It’s getting more louder boys!” you giggled. The members gave you a smile, feeling a bit less depressed. Yeosang was not into it though. “We were not professional, that’s all.” Said your boyfriend angrily. “And what? Humans made mistake. You are not an alien Yeosang-ie.” You chuckled at him, thinking about him being a green alien. “Why do you always need to be funny? Can you be serious sometimes? You need to grow up!” Shouted Yeosang at you. You stopped laughing with Mingi instantly. “I-I just wanted to be nice to you.” “I don’t need you to be nice! I want you to be serious or leave! We need to practice.” As he faced the mirror. Mingi were looking at you, being sorry. You know Yeosang was mad and his self-confidence was gone. But his words hurt you. A lot. You decided to leave, taking back your stuff before slamming the door of their practice room.

Part 2

[randomstuff-writes]

request rules

see here for regular rules

« basics »

i mainly write for bnha. i have other interests i may write for, like genshin impact and undertale/handplates, but currently my focus is on bnha.

please specify whether you want a fic or a headcanon! if you don’t, i’ll choose; and if i can’t do one, i’ll have to switch it to the other

my fics are usually ~1-2k. sometimes longer if i’m really into it.

i tend to write requests out of order, and i’m slow; it’ll take a while for me to do them. you can send a request again if you think it didn’t go through, though!

i’ll probably delete requests if i can’t do them/if i feel uncomfortable doing them

please be specific in your fic requests! if i can’t fill in what you left out i’ll do headcanons

i do both character/character and character/reader

please specify fem!reader or masc!reader. if not, they’ll be gender neutral.

my ships for bnha are tododeku, kiribaku, momojirou, tsuchako, miritama, erasermic, tendabi/tentouya, and occasionally nejiyuyu and dabihawks (though i don’t write for them). i sometimes do mirio/tamaki/nejire, and i’d do clouderasermic if i knew how to write shirakumo but i don’t mind headcanons for them.

ships for genshin impact are zhongluc, jeanlisa, xingyun, chaeya, sarabaal, ambereula, and several traveler ships (mostly one-sided)

my ships for undertale are alphyne, and...that’s pretty much it. maybe handplates!gaster/alphys if i feel like it.

i am NOT a multishipper. i don’t mind other ships of course, but i (most likely) won’t write for ships outside of the ones listed. if i do happen to write for a ship not listed, that doesn’t mean i take requests for it.

i’m totally okay with platonic relationship requests! and i’m down to write familial relationship inserts too

« what i will and will not write »

this is in no way a complete list! just including but not limited to basically—and i’ll try to tag anything that might be triggering

i will write:

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

whump/gore/graphic depictions of violence

hurt no comfort

unrequited love/one-sided

major character death

suicide/self harm (iffy on this, case-by-case basis really)

yandere

romantic/platonic/familial inserts

oneshots (~1-2k)

headcanons, length depends on the idea itself

multichapters (very rarely!! and only if i happen to like the idea enough to keep going)

most aus, but it’ll take longer since i’m not very well-versed in them

certain medical things (cauterization, bandaging, etc) keep in mind that it’ll probably be inaccurate because i’m no medical professional

what i will not write:

nsfw, and therefore noncon/dubcon/kinks/etc

abo/omegaverse

incest/pedophilia

homophobia/transphobia/racism/sexism, anything like that. i may write it on my own, but i don’t want requests for it

eating disorders, some mental disorders, etc (i don’t know the best way to write/approach these and i REALLY do not want to get them wrong. if you aren’t sure feel free to ask!)

medical things such as pregnancy

i know that i said i’m okay with gore but no surgery or anything like that. i don’t have the medical knowledge���i’ll skip past it if it’s needed

i do not take requests for smaus and i likely won’t be writing them. i love smaus very much but i don’t know how to write them haha

« characters i write for »

characters in bold are fictional crushes of mine, so it’ll be a little easier,, those with a * mean i don’t know them as well, and i’ll likely take longer to do them. the list is in alphabetical order under the cut! if you’re wondering about a character not on this list or from another fandom feel free to ask.

bnha

aizawa shota | eraserhead

amajiki tamaki | suneater

ashido mina | pinky

asui tsuyu | froppy

bakugo katsuki | great explosion murder god: dynamight

bakugo mitsuki*

eri (platonic/familial ONLY)

hado nejire | nejire-chan*

iida tenya | ingenium*

jirou kyoka | earphone jack

kaminari denki | chargebolt

kayama nemuri | midnight*

kendo itsuka | battle fist*

kirishima eijirou | red riot

midoriya inko

midoriya izuku | deku

sero hanta | cellophane

shimura nana*

shimura nao*

shimura tenko | shigaraki tomura

shinsou hitoshi

takami keigo | hawks*

todoroki fuyumi

todoroki natsuo*

todoroki rei

todoroki shoto | shoto

todoroki touya | dabi*

toga himiko

togata mirio | lemillion*

tokoyami fumikage | tsukoyomi*

toshinori yagi | all might*

uraraka ochako | uravity

usagiyama rumi | miruko*

utsushimi camie | maborocamie*

yamada hizashi | present mic

yaoyorozu momo | creati

genshin impact

aether

albedo

amber

arataki itto*

beidou*

childe | tartaglia | ajax

chongyun

diluc ragnvindr

eula lawrence*

jean gunnhildr

kaedehara kazuha

kaeya alberich

kamisato ayaka

kujou sara

lisa minci

lumine

naganohara yoimiya*

ningguang*

raiden shogun | baal

sucrose

thoma

venti | barbatos

xiao*

xingqiu

zhongli | rex lapis | morax

undertale/handplates

handplates!gaster

papyrus

sans

toriel

undyne

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The Huawei MateBook X combines the flagship series’ iconic design and innovative technology with an improved lightweight design and smart features. Weighing 1kg, the lightweight notebook measures 13.6mm at its thickest part and are smaller than a piece of A4 paper, so users can slide it into most backpacks and not be weighed down.

The MateBook X is the first notebook from Huawei to feature a 3K Infinite FullView Display, realized with a borderless design that offers an immersive viewing experience and stunning image quality. The display is also multitouch-enabled with gesture support such as Fingers Gesture Screenshot, which lets users take a screenshot by swiping downwards on the screen with three fingers.

Powered by a 10th Generation Intel Core processor, the new flagship notebook delivers the performances needed for daily tasks. The touchpad is 26 percent larger compared to the previous generation for better ease-of-use and now features Huawei Free Touch to offer full haptic feedback.

Huawei also unveiled the Huawei MateBook 14, the benchmark of high-performance laptops in the era of mobile productivity. Featuring a highly portable design and powerful performance, MateBook 14 integrates the AMD Ryzen 4000 H Series processor, with Huawei Shark Fin Fans delivering improved thermal performance under intense workloads.

Besides performance, it has a 2K Huawei FullView Display and supports smart features including Multi-screen Collaboration to help consumers stay productive on the road.

Pricing and availability:

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[wintersxsoul]

Fire Meets Gasoline (11)

Summary: You leave your city to start over in your best friend’s town, oblivious to the fact that you have an unexpected roommate. What will happen when fire meets gasoline?

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2k-ish?

Warnings: Angst bitches, we love that

A/N: hehehe

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 / Series Masterlist

After what happened at Christmas Eve with Loki, you tried to avoid thinking about it, thinking that maybe it was the alcohol making you paranoid, because between you and him, there was nothing.

Loki knew avoiding you was wrong, he needed to clear his mind and focus on his work, but everytime he tried to think about something else, you popped into his mind. He was at the kitchen having his third coffee, since he couldn’t sleep last night, the nightmares waking him and haunting him. He heard steps coming from your room and he knew it was too suspicious to leave the kitchen now, since you knew he was there, so he just breathed a couple of times trying to gather his thoughts and get back to the forgotten book on the counter.

You entered the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling your sleepy senses. You closed your eyes for a second and smiled, totally ignoring the fact that Loki was staring at you wide eyed, his heart pounding loudly on his chest at the sight of you. You were wearing a big long shirt, your hair pulled up in a messy ponytail and last night’s makeup smudged under your eyes. You thought when you looked at yourself in the mirror that you looked gross, but he thought he’d never seen you more beautiful. Loki shook his head at his thoughts and cleared his throat, focusing back on his book right on time, before you opened your eyes.

“Good morning, babe.” You smiled at him and he lifted his head from the book he seemed too immersed in. His green eyes looked at your hazel ones, that odd glint in his eyes again.

“Hey. I made coffee for you.” You grinned and reached for your cup and poured the dark elixir of gods into it.

“By the way, don’t call me babe, please.” He said between laughs and you followed him. You sat in silence next to him for about five minutes, thinking about what you could say, but just when you were about to open your mouth, a message popped in your phone.

Shay: Bitch, get ready. I will pick you up in an hour, we are going shopping.

You smiled at your phone and Loki frowned, not even trying to hide the pang of jealousy he felt. You looked at him, still smiling but it fell as soon as you saw his expression.

“Shay just texted me, we are going shopping in an hour. Do you need anything for the party?” As soon as he heard your friend’s name, he felt like he could breathe again and he smiled.

“I really need a bow tie for my suit, so if you could please bring me one?” You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee, closing your eyes at the sensation of warmth you thought the hot liquid was giving you. You finished your drink, you went to get ready as fast as you could and stepped out of your room, expecting Loki to be in the kitchen, but he was already blasting his music. You knocked on his door, not knowing why. Subconsciously, you wanted him to see your outfit, remembering the face he made when he first saw you in your leather jacket and combat boots. He opened the door and stepped outside, his body not letting you see his room. He looked at you from head to toes, and frowned when he reached your face, wondering what you wanted.

“I’m leaving now, I’ll be back after work, so maybe we could watch a movie or something?” You shrugged, the confidence you felt, leaving you. He nodded and rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“I’m…” He cleared his throat. “I mean, yeah. Sounds great.” You smiled widely, suddenly excited for tonight.

“So, uhm, I gotta go.” You turned around frowning and shaking your head at yourself for sounding so stupid

-

“I can’t afford that gown and I also think is too much.” You stated while reading the menu on the greek restaurant. You heard Shay huff and you looked up.

“Listen, I am ridiculously rich, so consider it my late Christmas present.” She left no room to argue, looking back at her menu. You knew the dress was a work of the gods as soon as you saw it, even the dress had a goddess’ name. The gown was made of black tulle with a black silk lining, hand-embroidered in gold threadwork, creating constellations on the skirt and a gold bullion bodice. Shay convinced you to try it even though it was see-through, with a very long v neckline and expensive as fuck, and of course you fell in love with it as soon as you saw yourself in it.

“You know that dress was made for you. So please, consider it.” You thought that maybe when you started eating, she would forget about the dress, but she was stubborn. She tried a dress from the same designers that was amazingly gorgeous but she said it looked too similar to yours.

“I will let you buy me that expensive as fuck dress if you buy the one you tried, no excuses.” She swallowed her food and sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Deal. But I hope you know that right now, I love this tzatziki more than I love you.” You laughed at her words and shook your head. You were so glad you met Shay and Bucky, you hit it off immediately with them, specially with her. Since Val left to live with her girlfriend abroad, you felt kind of lonely, missing a close friendship with a woman. Loki was an amazing friend, but sometimes you needed this kind of dates with friends.

“Bitch, I can’t wait to see Loki’s face when he sees you in this fucking gown.” You looked at her, fear on your eyes, and asked her what she meant with that. Loki and you were just friends, nothing else. Just friends.

“Are you still lying to yourself, making you think you are just friends?”

“Shay, I really don’t know what you mean. I really believe we are just friends. I recently had a bad experience and-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know what happened with that asshole. But that doesn’t answer my question. What are you so afraid of?” You anxiously looked around the coffee shop, trying to avoid eye contact. After lunch, you went to buy the dresses and you decided it was a good idea to have a coffee before your shift at the bookshop. You inhaled and sighed heavily, looking at her brown eyes.

“I-I don’t know, Shay. I’m just terrified.” You stuttered, feeling the tears in the corner of your eyes. You closed your eyes and gulped, trying to swallow your unknown feelings, trying to avoid any kind of enlightenment towards your friendship with Loki. You needed him, you couldn’t afford to lose him as well.  

“Just don’t force yourself to ignore what’s in front of you, out of fear.” You nodded and held her hand in yours.

“Thank you, for this and for your friendship. I know it’s been less than a week, but I feel like I’ve known you forever.” She squeezed your hand and smiled at you, agreeing with you . You had the feeling that she would play an important role in your life as soon as you met her and what you did today, was just the confirmation of it.

You were walking to your work, speaking lively with her about your plans for the party they were throwing in New Year’s Eve. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the poster on the bookshop’s door. You jumped excited and Shay was staring at you in awe.

“Oh my god, my favorite writer is doing a book sign next week!!” You looked closely at the information and remembered that that exact day, it was your day off, so you could go with someone.

“You like the God of Mischief?” Shay asked amused, the tone of her voice indicating she knew something you didn’t, but right now you were so happy you could combust.

“I adore him! He is my favorite writer. Would you come with me? Please?” You asked her with pleading eyes and she couldn’t say no. This is going to be fun, Shay thought to herself.

“I’ll take the bags to my house, since we’ll be getting ready together, so don’t worry about them. Have a good afternoon, hoe.” You blowed Shay a kiss and watched her as she left, your mind suddenly wandered, thinking about the conversation you had about Loki and you.

You were piling the new arrivals on the floor and started placing the books on the shelves, when an idea popped. You needed to have a few drinks and meet someone new, you hadn’t had sex since Eric, so maybe that’s what you needed to clear your mind. It was impossible you liked Loki, even more impossible him liking you. Right?

Once your shift was over, you headed straight to The Black Moon, totally forgetting about the movie night with Loki. You had only one thing in mind, get wasted and fuck someone new tonight. That’s all you wanted and needed. Five hours later, you were stumbling in your apartment with a guy named Sam next to you, totally oblivious to the fact that Loki was still awake, sick worried because he thought something happened to you, since you weren’t picking up your phone or answering his text messages.

You spent almost all the night awake with Sam, but after you were done, he left. The sunlight was strong, so you assumed it was pretty late. You stood up and went straight to the bathroom, taking a hot shower and your body craving for coffee. You frowned when you walked towards the kitchen, Loki was sitting in his usual spot with his book, his headphones plugged in and a cup of coffee on his hand, no coffee for you.

“Hey there.” You said in a loud tone trying to get him to hear you. He looked up from his book and glared at you, his stone cold attitude you haven’t seen in months, back. He unplugged one earphone and spoke in a harsh tone.

“Would you look at that? You are alive.” He spat. If looks could kill, you would be dead right now.

“What’s wrong?” You frowned confused, not sure what was going on.

“Well, what should I begin with? Uhm maybe the fact that you stood me up last night and never said anything? Or maybe the fact that you brought someone here and were so fucking loud I couldn’t sleep? Or maybe you not fucking telling me you were out, so I didn’t have to be worried the whole fucking night because you didn’t answer your phone?” He stood up and stared at you coldly.

“I hope I was clear enough, Y/n.” He was about to leave when you reached for his hand and stopped him. You knew that what you did was fucked up, and if you were being honest with yourself, it didn’t help you clear your mind at all.

“I’m so sorry, Loki. I had a hard day at work and I totally forgot. I’m so sorry.” You said with pleading eyes. He hesitated, but finally he nodded.

“It’s okay, next time, please inform me or someone else. I can’t add my worry for you to my already long ass list of stressful stuff.” He squeezed your hand and pulled you to him, embracing you in his arms. You breathed in his cinnamon and lavender scent and a shiver ran down your spine, making you pull off abruptly.

“I need to get back to work. I have a lot of reading to do and all that stuff book editors do.” He smiled at you sweetly, but it never reached his eyes.

“Yeah, I have to die peacefully in my bed to pass this hangover.” You said to him, his back already facing you.

“What the fuck is going on with you, Y/n?” You asked yourself when you felt your heart pounding loudly on your chest, the scent of Loki still embracing your senses.

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[dizoblog]

DIZO announces ‘DIZO Days’ for special offers on DIZO products; First event from Aug 01-03, 2021

－　During the first-ever DIZO Days, consumers can grab DIZO GoPods D and DIZO Wireless at a special discount of INR 200 each unit

July 30, 2021 | Gurugram, India: DIZO, the first brand under realme TechLife ecosystem, today announced the ‘DIZO Days’ for its consumers. The celebration of DIZO Days will bring attractive deals and offers on DIZO products and the first-ever event will be live for 3 days starting August 01, 2021 till August 03, 2021. During this period, consumers will be able to grab the TWS earbuds - DIZO GoPods D and the wireless earphones - DIZO Wireless at a special price after a discount of INR 200 for each unit.

Priced at INR 1,599, the highest rated TWS  earbuds in 1K-2K category - DIZO GoPods D, will be available for purchase at INR 1,399 only. As an achievement for a new brand, the product sold 2,300 units in just five minutes of its first-ever sale and both the colour variants - Black and White got sold out within few hours of its availability. Supported by renowned celebrities from the entertainment industry including Shenaz Treasury, Gauhar Khan, Varun Sood, Rithvik D and Kanika Kapoor, have also expressed their love and excitement towards the new TWS earbuds.

The best-seller DIZO Wireless, priced at INR 1,499 and also the highest rated  neckband in 1K-2K category, will also be sold at a discounted price of INR 1,299 only.

Both the products are available on Flipkart and are being highly appreciated by the users.

DIZO GoPods D: Flipkart Link

DIZO Wireless: Flipkart Link

DIZO GoPods D

Boasting a mesmerizing Radial Metallic Texture, the DIZO GOPods D give the ears a touch of beauty with advanced engraving process and the dense concentric circles of 0.2mm precision, that are carved onto the surface, mimics the flow of music waves. The earbuds have been designed according to the ergonomics of the human ear and each impeccably designed earbud weighs just 4.1g, making it lighter than most earbuds available in the market.

The DIZO GoPods D is equipped with 10mm Large Driver, and Bass Boost+ algorithm specially tuned by the masters of audio engineering from DIZO and realme who have over 10 years of experience working with some of the world’s top audio brands. Together the driver and audio tuning help improve the sound quality and elasticity while making the bass sound rich, smooth and incredibly powerful. The TPU + PEEK polymer composite diaphragm, additionally, brings deeper bass to give users clearer stereo output and an astonishingly wonderful listening experience.

A high-capacity battery, 40mAh for each earbud along with a 400mAh capacity charging case, will give users 5 hours of non-stop music playback per charge and up to a total of 20 hours of music playback  combined with the charging case. Further, in just 10 minutes of charge it will provide up to 120 minutes of playback time.

The DIZO GoPods D features Game Mode bolstered with 110ms Super Low Latency, which ensures that audio stays synchronized with visuals for smooth gaming and video experiences. And the Environmental Noise Cancellation (ENC) algorithm helps block out ambient noises during calls, so voice calls are heard crystal clear. Additionally, Bluetooth 5.0 provides a stable signal, long transmission distance and low power consumption. Thanks to Instant Connection technology, the earbuds immediately connect to the device as soon as they’re picked out of the case, making the pairing ever so convenient and time saving.

That’s not all, the DIZO GoPods D is supported by the realme Link App for users to personalize the earbuds, such as adjusting sound effects, customizing touch functions, and updating the firmware to better align the earbuds with user habits. Intelligent Touch Controls allow users to play/ pause music, answer/ hang-up calls, etc. by simply tapping on the earbuds. Last but not the least, IPX4 waterproof  ensures resistance from water splashes and ensures that the earbuds are safe from even the sweatiest workouts.

DIZO Wireless

The DIZO Wireless weighs only 23.1g and its light-weight design ensures that users can wear it all day long. Memory Metal ensures that users can enjoy the magical automatic rebound experience and each time they put on the earphones, it will feel like it has been worn for the first time. The skin-friendly PTE silicon buds fit into the ear cavity in a manner that ensures users will feel no foreign body-like sensation in the ears. With the Magnetic Fast Pair (MFP) technology, they just need to separate the buds to continue the song track and clip them together to disconnect and, also save some battery alongside.

Powered with an 11.2mm Large Driver and Bass Boost+ Algorithm tuned by masters of audio engineering, the earbuds will give an engaging music experience, even the electronic and rock gigs, anytime and anywhere. Meanwhile, the Game Mode at 88ms Super Low Latency ensures that during gameplay or binge-watching, sync errors will not distort critical and winning moments of the game or your favourite movie. Further, the Environmental Noise Cancellation (ENC) algorithm significantly reduces ambient noise for the person at the other end during calls.

Featuring a 150mAh high-capacity battery, DIZO Wireless give users a total non-stop playback time of 17 hours  on a single charge. It takes as less as 2 hours for the DIZO Wireless to be fully charged and with just 10 minutes of charging, it delivers 120 minutes of use. The earphones are supported by realme Link App for several customization options and are also IPX4 Water Resistant, making it suitable for Indian weather conditions – whether it’s a workout session at the gym or a quick run in the park.

Quality Assurance

In terms of quality assurance, DIZO and realme have run extensive tests on both - the DIZO GoPods D and DIZO Wireless, including 10,000X magnetic connection separate/clip test, 2,000X charging port stability test, 5,000X charging port plug in/out test, 168 hours of high temperature and high-humidity test at 50°C/RH95% and 168 hours of temperature test at -450C/ 750C.

[top-thingz]

After doing enormous research, we managed to make a list of the 10 best wireless earphones under 2k available on the e-commerce websites. If you need one, you should see this.

[theheartchoice]

a gift 

dean/cas  |  2k  |  coda for 12x23 

pining!castiel; long distance; emotional hurt/comfort 

Cas was with Kelly for weeks in that little house in the middle of nowhere. He was her Guardian, so he would not have left her alone, meaning he spent quite a lot of time in that place. 

They decorated Jack’s room and probably built a fire in the hearth and Cas may have even cooked for her. They would have read books and watched television and gone for nature walks around the lake. 

But Cas, being an Angel, wouldn’t have slept as Kelly did. So, at night, when mama and baby were dreaming of a better tomorrow, Cas would sit in that old armchair by the window with a view of the lake and the stars. 

And on that old Casio he found in one of the dusty rooms, he would listen to those thirteen songs. 

Thirteen. One for each year he had known Dean. 

He hadn’t realised it at the time, but when Dean handed back the tape and called it a gift, Cas would come to know just how real that sentiment was, and how special.

For once again, Cas found himself parted from his friends, his family, his almost-home. And while he believed in his new mission, he couldn’t help but wish things were a little different. 

Despite his company, he felt alone. Kelly was new to him and the child was yet to be born. They may both have trusted Cas and glimpsed the best of him, but it was his best friend who really knew him.

Dean knew the deepest and darkest of him, and cared about him, still. 

Cas knew he did. Because every night, as those thirteen melodies filled the air, he heard Dean’s voice filter through. He prayed to Cas to come home safe, pleaded that he see reason, see that it was dangerous to go it alone, and repeated what he said on their last day together: 

Don’t you get it by now?.. We’re better together, man.. We just are.

But this wasn’t Dean’s fight. It wasn’t his responsibility. It wasn’t his mission. So Cas kept away, kept Dean and Sam away to keep them safe, and keep the unborn child safe.

As the music rocked and rolled him through the evening, Cas’ thoughts drifted back to his many adventures with the Winchesters.. They had come so far, survived so much, and grown in ways he personally never expected. 

He felt the gift Dean had spoken of. The tape had become a comfort, and in that comfort Cas found understanding: there was a little bit of home in each and every song, a little bit of Dean. 

He was unsure whether his friend had intended it or not, but in the words sung and in the rise and fall of the refrain, Cas was reminded of their time together. 

Over the weeks, he paired each song with a particular stretch of road along their long journey through life and death. In the dark and quiet of the night, he would sit and remenisce over all the good times and the bad, recalling moments of learning, of emotion both painful and uplifting, of failings and savings, of intentions gone awry, of friendship and free will saving the day.

About a week into their stay, when they were in town fetching supplies, Kelly wandered into a pawn shop. Cas had ways of procuring funds which she was greatful for, though she took charge of what was needed, writing out everything to help them along. He took the list from her while she took a moment to seek out a special item. 

In the pawn shop she browsed the shelves of telescopes, binoculars, cameras and old electronics. She picked up an old Minolta, checking the basic bits to find it working well enough. Another item on a lower shelf caught the sun so it caught her eye, and she smiled at her good fortune. 

The man sold her a few stashed rolls of film, and she bundled it all away in her bag before heading on her way, meeting with Cas to drive back to their little house by the lake.

In the living room Kelly pulled out her camera and loaded up some film. Cas had ventured outside to gather more wood for the fire, and she found him by the water’s edge, all smiles. 

He was kneeling on the pebbled shore, cupping the lake in his hands before splashing it over his face, the golden sun glinting off the droplets like pure soul. 

She snapped a shot from behind, and from the side, the mountains and forest in the distance, the cool shade of the setting sun casting shadows. They were like phantoms, the spirits of mythic beings swaying around him, protecting him from any outside evil. 

The thought of not being there for her son lay heavy in Kelly’s heart, but she knew he wouldn’t be alone, and that he was in good hands. Moreover, she knew Cas wasn’t alone. There were those who cared about him, who would help him even if only from afar.

She joined him by the water, sun-warmed and beaming, filled up with hope and joy. Cas returned her smile, though softer, and she pulled him close and turned the camera on themselves. Cas blinked in confusion, and she giggled. 

“Sentiment,” she said simply.

At breakfast the next morning, Kelly produced a paper bag from under the table and slid it over to Cas. “Open it,” she smiled, trying to keep her excitement subdued. And he did so. 

Inside was an old walkman and a pair of headphones. She clasped her hands before her, practically bouncing with glee - a visual prayer. But Cas was less enthused.

“What.. is it?”

“It’s a Walkman!” His head twitched to the side as he inspected the item. “It’s for music. So you can take it with you, wherever you go.”

Cas looked up, comprehension lighting his eyes. “Thank you.”

Kelly smiled and ignored his lack of energy. “I know you’ve been listening to that tape - Zeppelin. And If you want to, with this, you can.. go for walks outside, or anywhere. It’s handy. The music travels with you.”

His smiled widened, eyes shimmering with unshed emotion reflecting his most sincere thanks. But it wasn’t just Cas who benefited from Kelly’s gift. 

Some days and nights, when the three of them were relaxing on the lounge or outside in the sunshine, Kelly would prompt Cas to place the earphones over her belly, and let the baby hear. 

One such instance they were on the back porch, the midday cool making Kelly shiver as the house fell in shadow. She hugged her cardigan closer, and Cas placed a blanket around her shoulders.

“I’ve been thinking about names,” she said to Cas. “I like.. Jack.”

“Jack,” Cas repeated, as if to test the sound.

“It was my grandfather’s name. Well, Jackson, but.. He was a good man. Taught me how to drive, how to fish..” her eyes drifted to the water, lapping at the shore. “And he didn’t even bust me when he caught me smoking, or with a fake I.D. He taught me that, every choice I make in life is my own. And that as much as I want to believe I’m doing the right thing, I have to take responsibility for the choices that don’t turn out so good. Gotta take your lumps with your sugar, Kel.” 

She smiled at the memory of her dear old grandad, and Cas smiled because she did. Though hers was shadowed in sadness, like the clouds looming overhead.

“Jack,” Cas repeated, this time like it was familiar.

Kelly’s hand paused over her belly. “I think he likes it.” She beamed at Cas, grabbing his hand to feel the kick - which came again, stronger, when she repeated her child’s name. 

They shared a moment of joy, and overhead the clouds began to part, letting the sun shine through to grace over their bodies.

That night, Cas listened once more to his tape through the old speakers. He left the Walkman on the coffee table and sat in his chair, gazing out at the stars. 

He was reminded of so much by the sight of them: the early days of his life, when the skies were always clear and bright. All the way up to the Angels falling, like meteors from the heavens. 

He thought on his choices - good intentions having started out so well, yet ended up so wrong, and bloody. If it weren’t for Dean, he might never have needed to make such choices. But he would make them all again.

Even with the bad, even with all of his mistakes and all that he had to make up for, if it meant not knowing Dean, not having him in his life, not growing and changing for the better because of him, not caring for him (and being cared for by him), Cas wouldn’t wish for things to be different. 

He wouldn’t refuse the charge of leading the force that laid seige to hell to rescue The Righteous Man. He would choose to do it all again, knowing what he knows now. For amidst all the pain and suffering, he has also known such profound joy and friendship, love and freedom. 

Knowing Dean, knowing Sam and all those he has been fortunate enough to consider a friend, has made Cas a better being.

Humanity had long been God’s gift which Castiel watched over and protected. He truly cared for them, believing they were worthy of life. And It was bearing witness to the existence of love that made all those ancient years not only bearable, but beautiful. 

In recent years though, Cas had come to know a more personal gift: a human family. Something he never thought he could have, and before whom he never thought he would want.

Cas hoped that one day soon he would see Dean again, and that he would be forgiven by the best man he had ever known. He didn’t want there to be no new memories between them, to be no more songs, no more road. 

During their time apart, whenever he found himself missing Dean a little too much that he began to doubt going it alone, he thought of the music. He thought of the small piece of plastic encasing those ribboned melodies - something so small that held so much significance.

More than the music and the memories, Cas thought of the meaning of a gift itself: to give something willingly, with care and purpose, and without need of payment.

Dean had gifted him a comfort, and shared with him some human-made magic. Not to mention, that the hand-written label stated the songs were Dean’s favorite - chosen specifically and shared with a friend in the hopes it would bring him joy, or insight, or any number of positive emotions when he was far from Dean’s company - far from home.

Cas was reminded of the times he rode in the Impala with the boys, and how even though he had wings, he chose not to fly. He came to appreciate the familiarity of it, and learn how unexpected places can feel like home. 

When Cas thought of what ‘home’ meant, what it might be to him, he thought of Dean, and Sam, the Impala and the Bunker, on the road, helping people, fighting for their own semblence of love and peace and freedom.. 

..It was all Earth-bound places and people. 

Cas thought of simply being together.

He hoped one day he could return to them, to his true home. 

Doubt did creep in, now and then, as to whether he really belonged with the Winchesters. But being part of their family felt more profoundly true than anything else - more true than being an Angel even, for the friends he had found in Humanity had been more of a family to him than his own kin ever were.

It was in these days of nature walks and photographs, of belly kicks and cheese toasties, of fire in the hearth and a painted rainbow beside a crib, of Led Zeppelin and fond memories, that Cas gained a deeper appreciation for Humanity, and how they truly were Chuck’s greatest gift to the world.

p.s. I like to think Dean found the tape in that little house, and rather than burn it he brought it home with them. And in his room in the bunker he put it away in a box - one filled with memories of friends and family lost to him. Along with photographs of his parents, there was a token for Charlie, Kevin, Bobby, Jo and Ellen.. They had lost more family than they had saved, and he dared not say aloud that Cas’ loss hurt the worst, cut the deepest.. too many feels to finish